Daisy, Daisy 2/3
Title: Daisy, Daisy
Rating: R/NC-17 for non graphic sexual contact and themes
Summery: Set in Austin Texas in 1977, Jared and Jensen are both homeless, Jensen making money as a hustler and Jared just existing for the two years it will take for him to turn 18, the two meet up and this is their story.
Warning: Character Death, mainly Gen, dirty old men.
They go out together at night, no matter what Jared is good to his word; he stands and keeps track of license plate numbers, watches Jensen as he walks by the bushes and makes sure to keep an ear on what’s going on.
This trick doesn’t seem like anything, just a businessman, probably working late, buying a little relief after hours before he goes home to a marriage grown stale long before. Jared leans against a tree, unconcerned with it as Jensen haggles details, figuring out what is wanted, what Jensen needs to give him.
Its not the first time some trick has tried to give Jensen drugs. But Jensen never does them. His mama wouldn’t approve, and for some reason he holds onto that like it still matters. Like his momma would smell the smoke on his breath when he snuck in like she had Josh’s. In reality Jared wouldn’t care, but he holds onto it, like it does matter.
But this guy doesn’t offer it so much as he puts a little tab of paper it on his fingers and shoves them into Jensen’s too pretty mouth. It doesn’t do much, and Jensen just chalks it up to the guy being a little weird as he sucks on the man’s fingers getting them wet as he can before he’s shoved down and fucked.
Then suddenly as the guy is zipping himself up and Jensen is putting the money into his back pocket its like the grass has come alive, and he screams, feeling the individual blades crawl up his arms, the night sky suddenly pink and closing in on him, the world erupting with the scent of sex and sweat and Jensen’s terrified.
He can see Jared, what he thinks is Jared, because he doesn’t look a thing like Jared comes up and pushes the guy, screaming at him. The guy shrugs; holds a sheet of the paper and he can hear nails scratching as he talks.
Jared is suddenly picking him up and Jared is warm, warmer then Jensen has ever noticed and he smells good, smells like a field in the middle of no where, where there is nothing to keep him trapped and no one to bend him over. And he doesn’t know how Jared is so wide and open while he’s picking him up and carrying him.
Jensen doesn’t realize but he’s saying this as he’s nuzzled into Jared’s neck, his lips are brushing Jared’s pulse point and Jared it worried because Jensen is mumbling and he’s sweating. The businessman is laying in the park, his nose bleeding and broken because of what he did.
And Jensen is stroking the material of Jared’s sweatshirt. He’s sweating yet, it cold out, Texas nights are colder then most people think and Jensen’s wearing a shirt so tight it looks painted on and his jeans aren’t on properly and Jared’s just worried about him, sweating in the coolness of the night.
He gets a cab, reaching into Jensen’s pocket to grab some of the money made and Jensen curls up closer to him, whispering words that Jared isn’t too sure of.
Jared’s never been this scared, he’s trying to keep calm, knows how to deal with people on acid, a bunch of the kids he used to live with did it. But Jensen’s curled up and he’s unsure, stroking along Jared’s arm like it’s all he can do.
Jared brings Jensen upstairs, carries him up and Its almost immediate, like Jensen knows that he’s home, because he’s not babbling about anything, he’s just crawling up onto Jared’s lap, desperate for touches.
“I don’t even know if I’m a fag” Jensen says, and to Jared its out of the blue, but Jensen knows what he’s talking about. The bible in the corner of the bookshelf is glaring at him, pulsing dark red with anger.
Jared just nods and strokes back Jensen’s hair his fingers threading through the fine strands.
“I was thirteen.” Jensen says, and his lips brush against Jared’s palm. “And… this boy… and we were kissing… and I knew it was wrong….”
Jared thinks he’s getting the full story but there isn’t any way to tell. He doesn’t know what Jensen’s seeing, and that’s the scary thing about dealing with acid. “Its not wrong” Jared says, rocking Jensen slightly and he kisses Jensen’s forehead like he did when Meghan cried herself to sleep those first few days after the accident.
And all of a sudden, Jensen is singing.
He sings low in his throat, because Jared kissing him and touching him feels exactly like his mother when he was little and fell and scraped his knee. And his mother sung, and his mother loved the church. And she sang a song to him.
“Daisy, Daisy give me your answer true” Jensen sings up to Jared, and he knows that maybe Jared isn’t a daisy, but he kind of is. Pretty, but not so much that he’s plucked and fucked like a rose.
Jensen keeps on singing, changing the words of the song repeating the first line over and over and over and over again.
And Jared isn’t sure if he’s ever heard anything so beautiful.
Jensen sings like nothing Jared has ever heard before it’s haunting. There’s something about it that does remind Jared of the few times his aunt made him go to church, his mother shaking her head and telling him to just do it. Or that second foster family, before it got too bad, and how they forced him into church every Sunday to pray for his dammed soul.
But it’s all the good parts of church, all the love and the trust.
And Jensen just keeps on singing.
He tries to put him to bed, to move to the couch, but Jensen reaches out whenever he does, and only is calm when Jared is curled up around him, their foreheads meeting so that Jensen can tell him everything.
“I’ve never been with a boy.” Jensen says, and it is probably just the drugs that bring a flush up his freckled cheeks. “I mean… aside from the one my daddy caught me with. And then I don’t even remember liking it.”
He remembers yelling and clothing and a bag being thrown at him. Then he remembers money being handed. And Jensen doesn’t know he’s telling all this to Jared.
Jared doesn’t pull away as Jensen talks about the tricks. Even though he’s had to pull men off of Jensen they’ve never talked about it. So he keeps holding Jensen and strokes his back as Jensen just spills out everything. Jared knows that pushing him away in any way could be detrimental to Jensen once he snaps out of it.
Jensen falls asleep singing and clutching to Jared, his soul bared and Jared’s afraid of what will happen when he wakes up.
Jensen wakes up the next day warmer then he ever has been before. He has slight memories of his father yelling at him and his mother kissing his forehead and singing “Plucked and fucked.” There may have been poetry and he opens his eyes and sees Jared curled into one of his pillows, feels Jared’s hands on his back and he sits up and pushes off the mattress and runs into the bathroom.
He slept in jeans. Jeans that are half undone and his money isn’t in his back pocket.
He can’t imagine what happened. He remembers reassuring hands, but why would the gentle touches end up in bed.
He looks over his should and Jared is standing “Hey, how do you feel?” Jared asks. “That guy, he slipped you acid.”
And suddenly Jensen goes white. He’s looking at himself in the mirror and so he can see the colour drain from his face and his freckles stand out.
“Come here” Jared says softly and moves behind Jensen, hugging him.
They never touched before. Not that Jensen really remembers, leaning against him as Jared practically carries him home, after a bad night doesn’t count. This is hugging like Josh used to, hugging to show you’re there to show that it’s all okay.
This is hugging with Jared’s arms across his chest and his chin resting on the top of Jensen’s head. “You told me everything” Jared confirms Jensen’s fear.
“Oh shit”
Jared shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll tell you everything.” He said softly, and he walks them out to the couch. Jensen finally rights his pants, memoirs of what he did and said coming to him.
Jared sits him down, and he’s so pliable that he wonders if drugs always make people like that. Jared is in the kitchen, making coffee and he brings it out and hands it to Jensen.
“Drink up. You should be fine” He said and sat on the other end of the couch and looks into his coffee.
“I’m not queer…” Jared says “Like in a, I tried it after I got here and I really didn’t get into it” He sighs and takes a sip. “My parents were great. They died.” And that simple sentence a noun and a verb starts the floodgates. “And after, Well Jeff was already at college and my aunt could take in Meghan. She’s my little sister. But I was just too much trouble and the state took me.”
Jensen nods, he can see how hard this is for Jared to talk about and how much he’s giving to even the playing field again.
“And god, you know the state of Texas sucks” Jared says. “The first couple just didn’t want me. They wanted a cute little girl or something. I was like fourteen, gangly and could eat a horse for breakfast. Not exactly what they had in mind. So they sent me back, and then I got this Mexican couple, they were okay, but they took in so many kids that they got their license taken away.” Jared sips his coffee and doesn’t look up.
Jensen wishes he could be stroking and holding Jared like Jared had him. That Jared didn’t have to be so alone as he confessed everything, but he couldn’t move from his side of the couch.
“Then there was this family… the dad slept with the girls…” Jared bit his lip. “I remember one of the younger ones curling in to my bed crying for me to keep her safe. She was new and… She didn’t want him to come into her bed. So I kept her in mine and the guy said that I was the one fucking them” Jared looked down. “DFPS investigated it… the girls all swore it wasn’t happening. But they took me and not them from the home. Just in case you know” Jared finally looked up. “I never touched them. But he did.” There was a conviction in Jared’s eyes that made Jensen believe it just like he believed that God was good.
Jensen nodded mutely, his lips slightly pursed as he tried to understand it.
“ The last place was like where they sent kids who needed a firm hand,” Jared said. “It was this old guy, former marine, everyone thought he was great, the kids who stayed with him were straightened out. God he was a sick fuck” Jared said, “He used to just lay into me the moment I got home from school. Figured I’d done something wrong during the day. His goal was to make me admit to what I’d done to those girls. Every time I denied it he’d…” Jared took a steadying breath. “It just wasn’t good. I tried reporting him, god I tried so many times but any time they would come, he’d say I got into fights at school, that I was a problem child who had a lying problem.” Jared shook his head “His plan was to get me into the military the moment I turned 18. Figured they’d keep me on the straight path. So I ran.”
Jared stood up in the silence and went to pour himself another cup of coffee. Jensen was curled up, absorbing the silence and all that it meant and how much he’d heard and how much he’d given unknowingly last night.
“You know everything.” Jared said as he sat back down, and Jensen looked up at him. For all his size Jared looked unbelievably young. So Jensen put his coffee cup down on the floor and crawled the short length of the couch and hugged Jared. Jared leaned into his touch. Jared collapsed, crying in the tense silence and Jensen stroked his hair, whispering reassuring words into his ear. Something breaks in the air and they’re connected seamlessly.
After that everything changed. Jensen sang while they were home, sang on their way out, and Jared told him where he got money. Bars would occasionally hire him for the morning to carry the heavy kegs around and load up the bar for the nights. Bars that didn’t care that he was only 16, bars that only cared that he would work for less then the Mexican laborers and that he spoke English and didn’t complain about the pay.
The money stayed, rent was paid on time and they didn’t really worry. For the first time since he was 13 Jensen didn’t worry. He still hated his work, hated it more then ever but one day of helping Jared out at the bars told him that he didn’t have the brute strength required to do that, that it was easier to just stay the way he was and hate himself then to ruin his slender frame for so much less and not gain from it.
Months went by and all of a sudden he realized he was seventeen. One year closer to legal, to getting a real job, an apartment where he didn’t need to pay extra for the fact that he was a kid. One year closer to getting off the street and no longer hooking. One year closer to maybe not depending on Jared to take care of him, and maybe just depending on him to be a friend.
They walk out to the park one day, they’re a regular fixture, Jensen has regulars and Jared has started watching out for a few of the other twinks as well, they pay him for the protection and he’s probably saved a few of them.
When the Jaguar pulls up in front of them and a man in a tailored suit gets out and smiles at Jared moving towards him, Jared is confused.
“That one” the man tilts his chin to Jensen. “How much for him?”
“Figure it out with him.”
The man takes out a stack of bills, a stack so large that Jared can’t help but be impressed.
“I want him. I want him exclusively.” And Jared looks confused, Jensen walks over and smiles, he’s been far enough away to know that the man is interested in him, but not close enough to hear the details.
“Can I help you tonight?” Jensen asks, he runs his teeth over his lip the indentations made in the full skin.
“I can get you off the streets” the man says, stroking Jensen’s jaw. “I’ve heard extremely good things about you. And I want it.”
Jensen nods. “Look, I can give you a night.” He says. “Hundred for a night.”
The man smiles and his finger slides over Jensen’s lips. “I don’t want other people fucking you.” He says. “You’re too pretty to bend over for anyone who can pay for it.”
Jared stands back, allowing Jensen to decide what to do.
“Well I dunno how you can make it worth my while” Jensen smiles slightly, wondering if this is a fantasy or a reality. If the man is making this up, trying out a role that he wishes he could play, or if he really is like this. If buying boys is as easy as he makes it seem.
“I’ll set you up with an apartment.” The man acts as though he’s already bought and paid for Jensen. “You won’t need a thing.”
Jensen already has an apartment, its shitty and its not what he would want for himself, but its his. His and Jared’s if he’s honest, it has Jared’s things scattered around, books he’s bought and contributed to their library. “I’m good.”
The man smiles, wolf like. And Jensen knows that h isn’t told no very often. “You don’t know what I’m offering. I’m offering you everything on a platter. No more fucking strangers. Just being taken care of.”
Jensen is skeptical, he knows of boys who are kept, most of them too pretty for their own good, desperate to get off the streets before they are killed. But he has Jared, and he looks over at Jared biting his lip. The man takes it as worry.
“I’ll buy you off him.” He says. “Pay what ever you owe him. You won’t have to worry.”
Jensen laughs. “He’s not my pimp,” He says.
The man looks angry. “Boyfriend?”
Jensen is affronted. “What, no. Jay just watches out for me.” The idea of sleeping with Jared has never crossed his mind after that first night. Even now that sometimes they sleep in the same bed, after a bad trick and he just doesn’t want to be alone and Jared’s breath falls across his neck, blowing little strands of hair across the sensitive skin.
The man smiles, “He can come with.” Jared looks up. “Keep you company while I’m away, make sure you don’t do anything naughty” and the way the man smiles at that reminds Jensen of a hundred other tricks and their fantasies.
Jared looks to Jensen, knows that its Jensen’s choice no matter what and that he’ll agree with him, but that it’s Jensen who has an apartment. Jensen who will be the one supporting them, totally. Jared can support himself if worst comes to worst, it won’t be the first time he’ll have lived alone but now he has gotten used to Jensen after almost a year.
Jensen thinks quickly and turns his head and sucks two of the man’s fingers into his mouth, fingers lightly massaging his hand.
The man smiled and motioned for the two of them to get into the car. The seats were leather and there was a chauffeur. The man pulls Jensen into his lap and Jared sits up front awkwardly with the chauffeur he doesn’t want to look back, has never wanted to see Jensen with the men, and he wonders how he’ll get their money, what they’ve signed up for. If he’s fucked up more then he thinks.
That night is just spent with him waiting to take Jensen home so they can collect their belongings. Jensen figures he’ll use the money he made last night to pay the rent for the next couple months, make sure they have a place to stay incase of anything. Jared is quiet, as he sits on the couch. “You know what you’re doing?” He asks Jensen softly.
And Jensen shakes his head. “You’ll be there,” He whispers. And god, so gently he feels himself settle on Jared’s lap, straddling his legs. His lips brush Jared’s lightly. And it’s nothing like the boy at thirteen, or the tricks that slobber all over him. Instead it’s Jared, dry lips and his hands on his hips.
“Jared” He whispers and it’s a little broken, like he’s asking for something he’ll never be able to vocalize. “Jared” and now it’s a beg.
Jared slides his arms around the other boy, pulling him close. “Jen, what do you want?” It’s a patient voice. And its like they both know that come tomorrow morning something will be different, something will have changed whether they do this or not.
Jared’s never thought of Jensen as pretty like the tricks have. He’s seen Jensen waking up in the mornings and stumbling to coffee, he’s seen Jensen crying because the world has turned upside down, inside out, fucked in and out. He’s seen Jensen.
And that’s whom he kisses back. Kisses the Jensen who drinks orange juice like its water, who whispers words as he reads them, who sings like an angel and like it will save humanity if only they would listen. He pulls Jensen closer, closer so that Jensen knows this is okay, not close enough that he’s taking. This is all for Jensen, gently, moving so Jensen’s below him, and they just trade kisses for the night.
Kisses and gentle touches, the kind that Jensen’s never felt like this, never had a hand reverently stroke his side without another’s name along with it. Jensen rocking against him, and Jared moaning into his mouth. He concentrates on Jensen’s mouth, on finding the spots that Jensen likes to be touched, kisses along Jensen’s throat all gentle, all exploratory, Jensen’s been on the receiving end of bargains, bargains where he’s the thing that comes up short, gasping just this edge of release and pleasure, more times then he cares to think about, but this is the first time anyone has ever made it about him. And its hours later before Jared undoes his jeans and slides his hand around him and Jensen comes gasping in relief.
Jared kisses him once more and gently tucks Jensen back in and zips him up. “I’m gunna pack us up.” He says kissing Jensen’s forehead. “Sleep Jen” He whispers. Jensen looks over at him, his eyes lidded and amazed that it felt that good, that Jared would do that for him.
And Jensen does, he curls into the sofa and sleeps until Jared wakes him up. “You sure you want me to come?” He asks Jensen and Jensen nods. There is nothing different, just a tangible proof that Jared will do anything for Jensen and that they’re in this together.
“I need you there.”
Part 3
Rating: R/NC-17 for non graphic sexual contact and themes
Summery: Set in Austin Texas in 1977, Jared and Jensen are both homeless, Jensen making money as a hustler and Jared just existing for the two years it will take for him to turn 18, the two meet up and this is their story.
Warning: Character Death, mainly Gen, dirty old men.
They go out together at night, no matter what Jared is good to his word; he stands and keeps track of license plate numbers, watches Jensen as he walks by the bushes and makes sure to keep an ear on what’s going on.
This trick doesn’t seem like anything, just a businessman, probably working late, buying a little relief after hours before he goes home to a marriage grown stale long before. Jared leans against a tree, unconcerned with it as Jensen haggles details, figuring out what is wanted, what Jensen needs to give him.
Its not the first time some trick has tried to give Jensen drugs. But Jensen never does them. His mama wouldn’t approve, and for some reason he holds onto that like it still matters. Like his momma would smell the smoke on his breath when he snuck in like she had Josh’s. In reality Jared wouldn’t care, but he holds onto it, like it does matter.
But this guy doesn’t offer it so much as he puts a little tab of paper it on his fingers and shoves them into Jensen’s too pretty mouth. It doesn’t do much, and Jensen just chalks it up to the guy being a little weird as he sucks on the man’s fingers getting them wet as he can before he’s shoved down and fucked.
Then suddenly as the guy is zipping himself up and Jensen is putting the money into his back pocket its like the grass has come alive, and he screams, feeling the individual blades crawl up his arms, the night sky suddenly pink and closing in on him, the world erupting with the scent of sex and sweat and Jensen’s terrified.
He can see Jared, what he thinks is Jared, because he doesn’t look a thing like Jared comes up and pushes the guy, screaming at him. The guy shrugs; holds a sheet of the paper and he can hear nails scratching as he talks.
Jared is suddenly picking him up and Jared is warm, warmer then Jensen has ever noticed and he smells good, smells like a field in the middle of no where, where there is nothing to keep him trapped and no one to bend him over. And he doesn’t know how Jared is so wide and open while he’s picking him up and carrying him.
Jensen doesn’t realize but he’s saying this as he’s nuzzled into Jared’s neck, his lips are brushing Jared’s pulse point and Jared it worried because Jensen is mumbling and he’s sweating. The businessman is laying in the park, his nose bleeding and broken because of what he did.
And Jensen is stroking the material of Jared’s sweatshirt. He’s sweating yet, it cold out, Texas nights are colder then most people think and Jensen’s wearing a shirt so tight it looks painted on and his jeans aren’t on properly and Jared’s just worried about him, sweating in the coolness of the night.
He gets a cab, reaching into Jensen’s pocket to grab some of the money made and Jensen curls up closer to him, whispering words that Jared isn’t too sure of.
Jared’s never been this scared, he’s trying to keep calm, knows how to deal with people on acid, a bunch of the kids he used to live with did it. But Jensen’s curled up and he’s unsure, stroking along Jared’s arm like it’s all he can do.
Jared brings Jensen upstairs, carries him up and Its almost immediate, like Jensen knows that he’s home, because he’s not babbling about anything, he’s just crawling up onto Jared’s lap, desperate for touches.
“I don’t even know if I’m a fag” Jensen says, and to Jared its out of the blue, but Jensen knows what he’s talking about. The bible in the corner of the bookshelf is glaring at him, pulsing dark red with anger.
Jared just nods and strokes back Jensen’s hair his fingers threading through the fine strands.
“I was thirteen.” Jensen says, and his lips brush against Jared’s palm. “And… this boy… and we were kissing… and I knew it was wrong….”
Jared thinks he’s getting the full story but there isn’t any way to tell. He doesn’t know what Jensen’s seeing, and that’s the scary thing about dealing with acid. “Its not wrong” Jared says, rocking Jensen slightly and he kisses Jensen’s forehead like he did when Meghan cried herself to sleep those first few days after the accident.
And all of a sudden, Jensen is singing.
He sings low in his throat, because Jared kissing him and touching him feels exactly like his mother when he was little and fell and scraped his knee. And his mother sung, and his mother loved the church. And she sang a song to him.
“Daisy, Daisy give me your answer true” Jensen sings up to Jared, and he knows that maybe Jared isn’t a daisy, but he kind of is. Pretty, but not so much that he’s plucked and fucked like a rose.
Jensen keeps on singing, changing the words of the song repeating the first line over and over and over and over again.
And Jared isn’t sure if he’s ever heard anything so beautiful.
Jensen sings like nothing Jared has ever heard before it’s haunting. There’s something about it that does remind Jared of the few times his aunt made him go to church, his mother shaking her head and telling him to just do it. Or that second foster family, before it got too bad, and how they forced him into church every Sunday to pray for his dammed soul.
But it’s all the good parts of church, all the love and the trust.
And Jensen just keeps on singing.
He tries to put him to bed, to move to the couch, but Jensen reaches out whenever he does, and only is calm when Jared is curled up around him, their foreheads meeting so that Jensen can tell him everything.
“I’ve never been with a boy.” Jensen says, and it is probably just the drugs that bring a flush up his freckled cheeks. “I mean… aside from the one my daddy caught me with. And then I don’t even remember liking it.”
He remembers yelling and clothing and a bag being thrown at him. Then he remembers money being handed. And Jensen doesn’t know he’s telling all this to Jared.
Jared doesn’t pull away as Jensen talks about the tricks. Even though he’s had to pull men off of Jensen they’ve never talked about it. So he keeps holding Jensen and strokes his back as Jensen just spills out everything. Jared knows that pushing him away in any way could be detrimental to Jensen once he snaps out of it.
Jensen falls asleep singing and clutching to Jared, his soul bared and Jared’s afraid of what will happen when he wakes up.
Jensen wakes up the next day warmer then he ever has been before. He has slight memories of his father yelling at him and his mother kissing his forehead and singing “Plucked and fucked.” There may have been poetry and he opens his eyes and sees Jared curled into one of his pillows, feels Jared’s hands on his back and he sits up and pushes off the mattress and runs into the bathroom.
He slept in jeans. Jeans that are half undone and his money isn’t in his back pocket.
He can’t imagine what happened. He remembers reassuring hands, but why would the gentle touches end up in bed.
He looks over his should and Jared is standing “Hey, how do you feel?” Jared asks. “That guy, he slipped you acid.”
And suddenly Jensen goes white. He’s looking at himself in the mirror and so he can see the colour drain from his face and his freckles stand out.
“Come here” Jared says softly and moves behind Jensen, hugging him.
They never touched before. Not that Jensen really remembers, leaning against him as Jared practically carries him home, after a bad night doesn’t count. This is hugging like Josh used to, hugging to show you’re there to show that it’s all okay.
This is hugging with Jared’s arms across his chest and his chin resting on the top of Jensen’s head. “You told me everything” Jared confirms Jensen’s fear.
“Oh shit”
Jared shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll tell you everything.” He said softly, and he walks them out to the couch. Jensen finally rights his pants, memoirs of what he did and said coming to him.
Jared sits him down, and he’s so pliable that he wonders if drugs always make people like that. Jared is in the kitchen, making coffee and he brings it out and hands it to Jensen.
“Drink up. You should be fine” He said and sat on the other end of the couch and looks into his coffee.
“I’m not queer…” Jared says “Like in a, I tried it after I got here and I really didn’t get into it” He sighs and takes a sip. “My parents were great. They died.” And that simple sentence a noun and a verb starts the floodgates. “And after, Well Jeff was already at college and my aunt could take in Meghan. She’s my little sister. But I was just too much trouble and the state took me.”
Jensen nods, he can see how hard this is for Jared to talk about and how much he’s giving to even the playing field again.
“And god, you know the state of Texas sucks” Jared says. “The first couple just didn’t want me. They wanted a cute little girl or something. I was like fourteen, gangly and could eat a horse for breakfast. Not exactly what they had in mind. So they sent me back, and then I got this Mexican couple, they were okay, but they took in so many kids that they got their license taken away.” Jared sips his coffee and doesn’t look up.
Jensen wishes he could be stroking and holding Jared like Jared had him. That Jared didn’t have to be so alone as he confessed everything, but he couldn’t move from his side of the couch.
“Then there was this family… the dad slept with the girls…” Jared bit his lip. “I remember one of the younger ones curling in to my bed crying for me to keep her safe. She was new and… She didn’t want him to come into her bed. So I kept her in mine and the guy said that I was the one fucking them” Jared looked down. “DFPS investigated it… the girls all swore it wasn’t happening. But they took me and not them from the home. Just in case you know” Jared finally looked up. “I never touched them. But he did.” There was a conviction in Jared’s eyes that made Jensen believe it just like he believed that God was good.
Jensen nodded mutely, his lips slightly pursed as he tried to understand it.
“ The last place was like where they sent kids who needed a firm hand,” Jared said. “It was this old guy, former marine, everyone thought he was great, the kids who stayed with him were straightened out. God he was a sick fuck” Jared said, “He used to just lay into me the moment I got home from school. Figured I’d done something wrong during the day. His goal was to make me admit to what I’d done to those girls. Every time I denied it he’d…” Jared took a steadying breath. “It just wasn’t good. I tried reporting him, god I tried so many times but any time they would come, he’d say I got into fights at school, that I was a problem child who had a lying problem.” Jared shook his head “His plan was to get me into the military the moment I turned 18. Figured they’d keep me on the straight path. So I ran.”
Jared stood up in the silence and went to pour himself another cup of coffee. Jensen was curled up, absorbing the silence and all that it meant and how much he’d heard and how much he’d given unknowingly last night.
“You know everything.” Jared said as he sat back down, and Jensen looked up at him. For all his size Jared looked unbelievably young. So Jensen put his coffee cup down on the floor and crawled the short length of the couch and hugged Jared. Jared leaned into his touch. Jared collapsed, crying in the tense silence and Jensen stroked his hair, whispering reassuring words into his ear. Something breaks in the air and they’re connected seamlessly.
After that everything changed. Jensen sang while they were home, sang on their way out, and Jared told him where he got money. Bars would occasionally hire him for the morning to carry the heavy kegs around and load up the bar for the nights. Bars that didn’t care that he was only 16, bars that only cared that he would work for less then the Mexican laborers and that he spoke English and didn’t complain about the pay.
The money stayed, rent was paid on time and they didn’t really worry. For the first time since he was 13 Jensen didn’t worry. He still hated his work, hated it more then ever but one day of helping Jared out at the bars told him that he didn’t have the brute strength required to do that, that it was easier to just stay the way he was and hate himself then to ruin his slender frame for so much less and not gain from it.
Months went by and all of a sudden he realized he was seventeen. One year closer to legal, to getting a real job, an apartment where he didn’t need to pay extra for the fact that he was a kid. One year closer to getting off the street and no longer hooking. One year closer to maybe not depending on Jared to take care of him, and maybe just depending on him to be a friend.
They walk out to the park one day, they’re a regular fixture, Jensen has regulars and Jared has started watching out for a few of the other twinks as well, they pay him for the protection and he’s probably saved a few of them.
When the Jaguar pulls up in front of them and a man in a tailored suit gets out and smiles at Jared moving towards him, Jared is confused.
“That one” the man tilts his chin to Jensen. “How much for him?”
“Figure it out with him.”
The man takes out a stack of bills, a stack so large that Jared can’t help but be impressed.
“I want him. I want him exclusively.” And Jared looks confused, Jensen walks over and smiles, he’s been far enough away to know that the man is interested in him, but not close enough to hear the details.
“Can I help you tonight?” Jensen asks, he runs his teeth over his lip the indentations made in the full skin.
“I can get you off the streets” the man says, stroking Jensen’s jaw. “I’ve heard extremely good things about you. And I want it.”
Jensen nods. “Look, I can give you a night.” He says. “Hundred for a night.”
The man smiles and his finger slides over Jensen’s lips. “I don’t want other people fucking you.” He says. “You’re too pretty to bend over for anyone who can pay for it.”
Jared stands back, allowing Jensen to decide what to do.
“Well I dunno how you can make it worth my while” Jensen smiles slightly, wondering if this is a fantasy or a reality. If the man is making this up, trying out a role that he wishes he could play, or if he really is like this. If buying boys is as easy as he makes it seem.
“I’ll set you up with an apartment.” The man acts as though he’s already bought and paid for Jensen. “You won’t need a thing.”
Jensen already has an apartment, its shitty and its not what he would want for himself, but its his. His and Jared’s if he’s honest, it has Jared’s things scattered around, books he’s bought and contributed to their library. “I’m good.”
The man smiles, wolf like. And Jensen knows that h isn’t told no very often. “You don’t know what I’m offering. I’m offering you everything on a platter. No more fucking strangers. Just being taken care of.”
Jensen is skeptical, he knows of boys who are kept, most of them too pretty for their own good, desperate to get off the streets before they are killed. But he has Jared, and he looks over at Jared biting his lip. The man takes it as worry.
“I’ll buy you off him.” He says. “Pay what ever you owe him. You won’t have to worry.”
Jensen laughs. “He’s not my pimp,” He says.
The man looks angry. “Boyfriend?”
Jensen is affronted. “What, no. Jay just watches out for me.” The idea of sleeping with Jared has never crossed his mind after that first night. Even now that sometimes they sleep in the same bed, after a bad trick and he just doesn’t want to be alone and Jared’s breath falls across his neck, blowing little strands of hair across the sensitive skin.
The man smiles, “He can come with.” Jared looks up. “Keep you company while I’m away, make sure you don’t do anything naughty” and the way the man smiles at that reminds Jensen of a hundred other tricks and their fantasies.
Jared looks to Jensen, knows that its Jensen’s choice no matter what and that he’ll agree with him, but that it’s Jensen who has an apartment. Jensen who will be the one supporting them, totally. Jared can support himself if worst comes to worst, it won’t be the first time he’ll have lived alone but now he has gotten used to Jensen after almost a year.
Jensen thinks quickly and turns his head and sucks two of the man’s fingers into his mouth, fingers lightly massaging his hand.
The man smiled and motioned for the two of them to get into the car. The seats were leather and there was a chauffeur. The man pulls Jensen into his lap and Jared sits up front awkwardly with the chauffeur he doesn’t want to look back, has never wanted to see Jensen with the men, and he wonders how he’ll get their money, what they’ve signed up for. If he’s fucked up more then he thinks.
That night is just spent with him waiting to take Jensen home so they can collect their belongings. Jensen figures he’ll use the money he made last night to pay the rent for the next couple months, make sure they have a place to stay incase of anything. Jared is quiet, as he sits on the couch. “You know what you’re doing?” He asks Jensen softly.
And Jensen shakes his head. “You’ll be there,” He whispers. And god, so gently he feels himself settle on Jared’s lap, straddling his legs. His lips brush Jared’s lightly. And it’s nothing like the boy at thirteen, or the tricks that slobber all over him. Instead it’s Jared, dry lips and his hands on his hips.
“Jared” He whispers and it’s a little broken, like he’s asking for something he’ll never be able to vocalize. “Jared” and now it’s a beg.
Jared slides his arms around the other boy, pulling him close. “Jen, what do you want?” It’s a patient voice. And its like they both know that come tomorrow morning something will be different, something will have changed whether they do this or not.
Jared’s never thought of Jensen as pretty like the tricks have. He’s seen Jensen waking up in the mornings and stumbling to coffee, he’s seen Jensen crying because the world has turned upside down, inside out, fucked in and out. He’s seen Jensen.
And that’s whom he kisses back. Kisses the Jensen who drinks orange juice like its water, who whispers words as he reads them, who sings like an angel and like it will save humanity if only they would listen. He pulls Jensen closer, closer so that Jensen knows this is okay, not close enough that he’s taking. This is all for Jensen, gently, moving so Jensen’s below him, and they just trade kisses for the night.
Kisses and gentle touches, the kind that Jensen’s never felt like this, never had a hand reverently stroke his side without another’s name along with it. Jensen rocking against him, and Jared moaning into his mouth. He concentrates on Jensen’s mouth, on finding the spots that Jensen likes to be touched, kisses along Jensen’s throat all gentle, all exploratory, Jensen’s been on the receiving end of bargains, bargains where he’s the thing that comes up short, gasping just this edge of release and pleasure, more times then he cares to think about, but this is the first time anyone has ever made it about him. And its hours later before Jared undoes his jeans and slides his hand around him and Jensen comes gasping in relief.
Jared kisses him once more and gently tucks Jensen back in and zips him up. “I’m gunna pack us up.” He says kissing Jensen’s forehead. “Sleep Jen” He whispers. Jensen looks over at him, his eyes lidded and amazed that it felt that good, that Jared would do that for him.
And Jensen does, he curls into the sofa and sleeps until Jared wakes him up. “You sure you want me to come?” He asks Jensen and Jensen nods. There is nothing different, just a tangible proof that Jared will do anything for Jensen and that they’re in this together.
“I need you there.”
Part 3