Smoke & Lightning: City Of Angels (26/?)
Title: Smoke & Lightning : City Of Angels (26/?)
Authors: eviltwin and bloody_adorable
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Wordcount: 3,813
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jensen and Jared take a short break in Vegas.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
MASTER POST
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
"In-N-Out, are you serious?" Jensen had been asleep for the past hour of the journey, bored of the traffic, but he'd automatically woken up as Jared turned off.
"I'm getting a three-by-three. You want anything from here?"
Jensen shook his head, leaned back against the window and shut his eyes again. "Pancakes," he muttered. He felt Jared's hand stroke over his knee, but didn't open his eyes again.
"I'll wake you up when we stop for pancakes. Get some sleep."
Jensen didn't need telling twice. He vaguely smelt the burger as Jared unwrapped it and ate, one hand on the wheel as he drove. It made his stomach growl, but he ignored it and drifted back off to sleep. A burger wasn't what he wanted right now, and definitely not something like the one Jared had ordered.
He came to about fifteen minutes later, a blast of air hitting him before it was stopped by the window closing. He looked around, blinking, and Jared's hand came down on his knee again, stroked higher along the inseam of his jeans. He groaned, shifted around to push back against the seat. Then he squirmed as Jared's hand closed between his legs. He tried to ask what Jared was doing, but he was still half asleep and it must have come out pretty garbled because Jared just laughed at him. He turned his head and looked over, surprised to see Jared entirely focused on the road ahead.
"Unzip your pants."
Well. Maybe not completely focused, then. Jensen asked if he was kidding, received a squeeze in answer. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, pushing his jeans open.
"Good boy," Jared said, grinning as he pushed his hand inside. Jensen looked at the road ahead, checked the mirrors. There was no traffic ahead of or behind them, so he closed his eyes and widened the space for Jared's hand. His shorts were pushed down and he let out a shaky breath when warm fingers curled around his dick. He didn't expect Jared to be able to co-ordinate enough that he would get him off, but he was getting close by the time Jared drew his hand away and said, "Screw it."
"What-?" Jensen started to ask, but stopped as Jared swerved off the road and braked. No sooner was the engine off than Jared was on him, mouth around his dick like it was all he needed to live. It made Jensen cry out, and his fingers on the edge of the seat dug in as he lifted his body up towards Jared's mouth. He swore, so close to coming that he knew it wouldn't take long. He managed to pry his fingers from the seat and instead curved it around the back of Jared's head, holding him there.
He came with a shout, his voice reverberating around the inside of the car, and Jared stayed where he was, swallowing greedily. He lifted his head, sat up and grinned as he swiped his thumb across his mouth.
"Better," he said.
"Yeah," Jensen agreed, almost breathless. He wondered if Jared wanted him to return the favor, fumbled his jeans closed again although he left his belt unbuckled. "You want me to...?"
Jared didn't answer, just settled himself back behind the wheel and started the engine. Jensen said his name, and he licked his lips.
"Wait till we're there."
They stopped at an IHOP, just outside of Vegas.
"I am so stupidly hungry," Jensen said, reaching for the maple syrup. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he'd had actual food. After two stints in the OR, he hadn't had a chance to grab barely a drink of water, much less something to eat. Even with a mouthful of gooey, buttery pancake, Jensen picked up a sausage link with his fingers and bit it in half.
Jared watched him, smiling. He loved to see Jensen eat like this. And it certainly wouldn't hurt him to put some weight back on his lean frame. "You miss a few meals?" he teased.
Sighing happily, Jensen nodded his head. "I had two ER cases," he said, cutting into his pancakes again. "Didn't get time to eat."
"How did they go?"
Jensen frowned, chewing at mouthful of food. "Not so good," he answered. "We lost one of them."
"I'm sorry," Jared said. He reached for his cup of coffee and washed down a bite of his own pancakes.
He nodded in return. "Yeah, me too," he agreed. "But we did everything we could."
Jared was proud of him. He had come so far from when Ally had died. He knew that it was part of his job, but he was getting better with dealing with it all.
"So, who took Maya? I never asked," Jensen said.
"She went to Doctor Sam's," Jared answered. Doctor Sam was Maya's vet. He was an old man that adored his profession so much that he couldn't retire, regardless of the fact that he probably should. Maya was one of his favorites. He tended to charge Jared and Jensen the very minimal boarding fee and let Maya stay in the house with him and his own dogs, rather than in the kennels. Jared and Jensen never minded leaving her with him. They knew she would be well taken care of.
"I bet he was glad to see her," he smiled.
Jared nodded. "She nearly knocked him over when she saw him."
Finishing off another sausage link, Jensen concentrated on his meal. He felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks. "So, where are we staying?" he asked.
Jared washed down a mouthful of food with the last bit of his coffee, then motioned to the waitress, holding his cup up. "The Blue Moon Resort," he finally answered.
"Never heard of it," Jensen admitted.
"It's supposed to be gay owned and operated."
"Get out," Jensen said, looking over at him. "Really?"
He shrugged. "That's what the website said."
A smile spread across Jensen's face while the waitress showed up with a fresh pot of coffee and topped off their mugs. "You researched this stuff online?"
Jared nodded. "Believe it or not," he agreed, raising his fresh coffee to his lips. "I can be a romantic now and then." He winked at the waitress as she turned to leave, flashing a smile at them before she was gone.
"And a flirt," Jensen chuckled.
"Maybe," Jared shrugged. "But you're the only one that matters."
They changed clothes in the IHOP restroom, washed up just a little. They could very well have done so at the hotel, but Jensen was always mindful of making a good impression, and he felt too rumpled to carry on. Jensen put on a nice polo shirt and jeans, while Jared went for a white wife-beater that had the name of his motorcycle shop on the front. Jensen smiled at him as he watched him dress, so proud of the accomplishments Jared had made.
The Blue Moon Resort was a massive building on Westwood Drive. Jared led the way, carrying his own suitcase, while Jensen followed close behind him. He stayed quiet as Jared talked to the owner. A giddy feeling started to take over him. Maybe it was the sugar from breakfast, but whatever the case, he smiled brightly. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and quietly took a picture of Jared talking to the front deskman. The man gave them their keycards and bid them a good stay.
It was called a Parlor Suite, and it even had a separate living room area, complete with a gorgeous leather sectional sofa. Jensen wanted to sprawl out on it, put Jared underneath him and smell their sweat mingle with the leather scent. A desk and chair sat nearby, waiting for a post-card-writing session. There was a half-size refrigerator nearby, stocked with water bottles. There was a flat panel TV, the remote sitting on the table too. Jensen imagined curling up on the sofa and watching television with Jared.
The bedroom, however, was to die for with a King pedestal bed, complete with a luxurious pillow-top mattress that Jensen was almost sure he could sink into completely. He ran his hands along the bedspread and almost shivered at the incredible velvet he felt. The blankets had to be at least three-hundred-count linens. There was a flat panel TV in the bedroom too. Jensen wondered if Jared would order an adult movie for them. The thought made him smile. He wandered around and found an empty walk-in closet, inlaid with some gorgeous wooden shelves. The bathroom had jacuzzi spouts around it, and Jensen couldn't wait to take a nice hot bath. It was big enough, probably, to fit both of them in there.
"You done sight seeing?"
Jensen turned and saw Jared standing there, watching him. "Yeah," he smiled. "Sorry."
Jared neared him and put his arms around Jensen. "Don't apologize," he said. "I like seeing you so relaxed."
Jensen locked his arms behind Jared's waist. "Am I really that uptight?"
He took a beat to shake his head. "Not really," he clarified. "You just worry too much."
"I know, I'm sorry."
Jared chuckled and rested his forehead against Jensen's. "And you apologize too much," he teased. He moved his hands, one of them creeping down to smack Jensen's backside. "You want to go gamble?"
"Right now?" Jensen said. "It's like....midnight or something."
Jared shrugged. "So? No time like the present to lose a buttload of cash."
Jensen frowned at him. "I'd rather not lose a buttload of cash, thanks."
"I'm joking," Jared told him. "I'm really good at gambling."
"Great," Jensen laughed. "No, I was thinking of doing something else, and saving the gambling for tomorrow night."
"And what was this other event you had planned?"
"Well," Jensen smiled. He took hold of the shoulder straps of Jared's white wife-beater and tugged gently. "Seems such a shame to let this gorgeous bed go to waste."
“Mm, you’re right. I vote we make use of it, then.”
Jensen backed up until he hit the edge of the bed, nearly stumbling. He pulled Jared down on top of him and the two of them crashed into the soft covers together, Jared’s mouth already on Jensen’s as he kissed him fervently.
Jensen knew that Vegas was for gambling, and he'd even been there before, but he had no idea how stupidly fun it could be. He saw the slot machines and figured, ah, why the hell not? He put in the tokens required and pushed the button. Right off the bat, he hit a jackpot. It wasn't an exorbitant amount, but it would keep him in tokens for a little while. "Whoa," he exclaimed. "Holy shit. Jared, look."
"Yeah, quarters," he said. "Save 'em for a cheap hotel bed."
Jensen scoffed at him. "Shut up," he said. "They're tokens, not quarters. This is kind of cool."
"Jen." He said the man's name as if he were almost reprimanding him. "You can't sit out here by the slots."
He frowned at Jared. "Why the hell not?"
"Well, one," Jared began. "A gay man near anything called a 'slot' is just wrong. And two, this is a fucking granny's game."
Jensen looked around. Most of the machines were taken up by eighty-year-old women that looked serious enough to take down a grown man if their machines were messed with. "I don't care," he said, looking back over at Jared. "I want to play the slots."
Jared took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, Grandma," he agreed. "I'm over at the Blackjack table." He turned on his heel and started towards the table.
"Hey!"
Turning, Jared eyed him. "What?"
"Don't lose too much money," Jensen told him.
Jared grinned. "Don't worry about that."
He didn't know exactly how long he'd spent at the slot machines, but Jensen figured it was quite awhile when he felt his stomach twist into a hungry knot. He set a hand to his stomach and looked around. Jared had said he would be at the Blackjack table, but how long ago was that? One of the old women on the slot machine next to him gave him a bucket for his quarters, after she'd learned that he was a doctor. She'd tried to set him up with her granddaughter, and Jensen hadn't quite really figured out how to get out of it. It didn't matter, however. She forgot about her granddaughter as she left the casino.
He finished up his credits on the machine and found that he'd made somewhere around fifty dollars. Quite proud of himself, he collected his money and headed out to find Jared.
He wasn't at the Blackjack table. Jensen stood there for a few minutes, frowning and looking over the people, as if he expected one of them to morph into his partner. When Jared didn't show, Jensen looked around. He finally saw a bunch of people gathered around the Poker table. There was even a camera crew filming the game, for some sort of promotional purposes, Jensen assumed. And he could just barely see the back of Jared's head as the man sat at the table, engrossed in the game. He must have been really concentrating, because he wasn't even paying the pretty girls at his shoulders any attention. As he neared the table and worked his way through the crowds, Jensen saw a huge pile of chips in front of Jared. It looked like he was cleaning the place out. "Holy crap," he said, maybe a little too loud. Everyone at the table turned and looked at him. "Sorry."
"Jen," Jared spoke. "Come here." He motioned to him and, when Jensen was close enough, he turned back to the table but reached back to keep Jensen close to him. The girls' smiles faltered, disappointed that they hadn't found someone to leach off of. Jensen gave them quick smiles, proud of who he was with, and turned back to the game. He knew how to play Poker, but he had to admit that he wasn't that good at it.
"How's it going?"
Jared only nodded, gnawing at his bottom lip. He seemed deep in thought, gazing at his cards. Then he picked up about half the pile of yellow chips in front of him and pushed them onto the table.
Jensen could hear the men talking and knew he should be paying attention, but he was busy calculating how much money was being pushed across the table. Jared was betting at least three-thousand-dollars. Jensen closed his eyes and said a quick prayer that they weren't going to go bankrupt.
But Jared knew what he was doing. He won and, when he did, he ended up with somewhere close to fifteen thousand dollars. Stunned, Jensen could do nothing more than stare at him. Jared declared himself out of the game, and packed up his winnings.
Outside the casino, Jensen finally trusted himself to speak. "Holy fucking shit." Ah, eloquence. "You won fifteen thousand dollars?"
"Close to it," Jared nodded, then laughed heartily. "Bet that guy that invited me to play is regretting that decision."
"How..."
Jared held up his hand. "A magician never gives away his secrets," he warned.
"Just do me a favor," Jensen offered. "I don't want the adoption agency to see that money in the account, and then have to explain that we got it while gambling. Let's put it away somewhere else."
Jared mumbled an agreement. His arms snaked around Jensen's waist as he looked down at him. "We'll start a new account. I figure it's good to put away for a college education. Add to it a little at a time."
Again, Jensen could do nothing but stare at him. Finally, he shook his head, smiling. "You're becoming really responsible and sensible and it's scaring the shit out of me," he teased.
Jared laughed and pressed a kiss to Jensen's forehead. "Your fault," he said. "Come on. Let's go get something to eat and chill out for awhile. Tonight, we're going to a really great place I researched."
They dressed nicely, but comfortably, to go out that night. Jensen was torn. He really wanted to know what the plans were for the whole vacation, but he also liked Jared surprising him. Though they had the car Jared had rented, they walked wherever they could, took a taxi when it was too much of a trek for Jared's leg. It was dark by the time they made their way to Arville Street. Out of the taxi, Jensen gazed up at the bar, while Jared paid the hack.
"Charlie's?" Jensen read the sign as Jared moved to stand beside him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "Best country and western bar in Vegas."
Jensen's eyes flared wide, remembering what happened the last time they went to a country and western bar. "Maybe we should skip the bar," he advised.
Jared chuckled. "Relax," he said, knowing exactly what his partner was thinking. "I've grown a lot since then."
Jensen had to agree with that.
"And I'm not spoilin' for a fight, this time."
"Thank God," Jensen mumbled.
The place really was kind of awesome. There was a ton of people inside. The music was loud, and the drinks were flowing. The bartender had a cowboy hat and a black shirt western shirt on. The front of it, on the shoulders, was rainbow colored. Jared got them two beers and they sat down at the bar. As they talked, not only with each other, but with the other patrons, Jensen could feel the last ounce of tension leave his muscles. This was exactly what he had needed.
Jared did not get into a fight. Instead, he danced with Jensen, made out with him at the bar, and by Last Call they were ready to go. Jared asked if Jensen wanted to walk back, but it had taken them well over twenty minutes to get there by taxi. It wouldn't be good for Jared to walk that much on his leg.
"You're worrying again," Jared warned. His arms were around Jensen, pressing their warm chests together, but Jared was walking forward, forcing Jensen to walk backwards.
"No, I'm not," Jensen argued.
"Yes, you are." He smiled against Jensen's mouth, kissing him again.
"Okay, maybe a little," Jensen spoke. "But maybe only because I have plans for you once we get back to the room."
"Oh, okay," Jared chuckled. "We'll get a taxi, then."
"Is it ready?"
"Not yet," Jensen called. "Just watch TV for a few minutes."
The hot water was steaming up from the tub. It was really wrong to have such a hot bath. It could burn, and it didn't help the elasticity of the skin, but Jensen didn't care. The jacuzzi was going to feel absolutely brilliant. He turned off the water and swished his hand through it.
Feeling a little silly, Jensen added some shampoo to the water to make bubbles. He added the whole complimentary bottle, thinking that it probably wouldn't make many bubbles anyway. The stuff never did at home.
Of course, at home, they didn't have a jacuzzi tub. As soon as the jets started, the bubbles multiplied at an alarming rate. Jensen's smile faded as he watched the bubbles grow. "Uh oh," he said. He thought for a moment. He couldn't remove the bubble stuff, but maybe he could get rid of some of the bubbles. He grabbed two handfuls of bubbles and shook them off into the sink. It didn't help. "Shit."
"What's wrong?"
Jensen turned to see Jared in the bathroom doorway, stark naked. "I tried to make a bubble bath," he admitted. "But I think I..."
Jared smiled. "Didn't think?"
"Yeah."
Chuckling, Jared neared the tub. "Fuck it," he said. "Get in."
"Get in?" Jensen repeated. "I won't be able to find the tub here in a second."
"Well, then get naked now," he advised, stepping into the hot water and hissing through his teeth. "We're not calling for help because of a bubble dilemma."
Jensen had to chuckle at that. He stripped and stepped into the tub.
"Oh, my God," Jared said loudly. "Where are you?"
"Ha, ha," Jensen smiled. "Move. I want to sit down."
"You'll have to sit here," Jared said, opening his legs and patting the water between his legs.
"Which is a hardship," he teased back.
"Mm, you say that now." He waited for Jensen to get comfortable, then wrapped his arms around him. "Man, this is like Pretty Woman."
Jensen laughed aloud. "Only this time, you're the chick, and I'm paying you three thousand dollars to rock my world."
"Mm," Jared mumbled into Jensen's ear. "And I rocked your world, didn't I?"
As Jared pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, Jensen reached back to hold him there, feeling chills flash across his skin. "You still do," he agreed. "And most of the time it's in a good way."
Jared's head rocked back as he laughed boisterously. He tightened his arms and legs around Jensen, hugging him tightly.
The rest of the vacation went way too fast. They went and saw an Elvis impersonator. It was dinner along with the show, and both Jared and Jensen couldn't stop laughing. The man was brilliant, and sang perfectly. After the show, they got Elvis' signature, and he posed for a picture with them.
Since it was their last night, Jared took Jensen to the Bellagio, but not to gamble. He'd made his winnings and knew when to quit. Especially considering that the fifteen-thousand-dollars was going to go into Matty's college fund. At the Bellagio they watched the fountain in its impressive water display. The music that played was a song Jensen knew to be Sarah Brightman's "Time To Say Goodbye." He loved the song, and it was perfect, because they would travel back home the following morning. The water, illuminated by white light, swelled and swayed to the music. Jensen stood watching the show, moved, while Jared stood behind him, his arms wrapped around Jensen. The show gave him chills, and he couldn't stop the emotion from welling up inside of him. How he loved this man he was with, how he loved his life. And what the future held wasn't scary anymore, like it had been when Alan had run everything. Jensen was ready to face pretty much anything. He and Jared had faced so much together, and he couldn't wait to take on even more with him, hand in hand.
When the music was over, the crowds that had been standing nearby started to cheer, Jared following suit. Jensen wiped at his eyes, hoping to rid himself of any evidence of his emotions, and clapped with the crowd. It was time to go home, but he didn't mind.
NEXT
Also just wanted to say sorry we had no Sunday extras. Both Adorable and I were too busy at the weekend. (It was my brother's birthday and he was here most of the day.)