Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 11/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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A/N: Much (more) angst in this chapter!
[Read more]Chapter 11
Colin opens the car door with trembling, sweaty hands. He slides into the seat feeling numb and dazed. What the hell did Chris tell her? She’s clearly furious but she’s not saying a word, which makes him worry even more. His mouth has gone completely dry, so before he can speak he has to unglue it from the roof of his mouth, “Mom,” he hates how small and young his voice sounds, “what’s going on? What did you talk to Chris about?”
Carol keeps facing forward, though the way she squeezes the steering wheel, and the pinched look on her face tells him she’s heard his question. Still she says nothing, and it’s torture. They continue the full drive home in silence and as cowardly as he knows it is, Colin drags out getting inside the bar as long as he can. It’s early evening now and the place is getting busy with people eating, and starting to pile in for the tequila night. For a second he thinks at least mom won’t go totally ballistic with all those people around, until reality creeps in - they can barely hear the noises from the bar in their apartment above, so the opposite must be true. His mom can scream herself hoarse and he’s likely the only one that will hear!
“Get yourself drinks and snacks from down here,” Carol snaps, “because you’re not setting foot outside your bedroom for the rest of the night, except to use the bathroom.”
Colin freezes, apprehension running through him. He’s just being banished to his room? Does that mean he won’t be strung up by his balls…or will she save that fate for Jensen? “Shit!” he mutters under his breath.
“NOW!” Carol barks, and he almost runs behind the bar. He grabs the first things he sees, tortilla chips, pork rinds, pretzels and peanuts, then takes his sweet time about pouring himself a jug of Coke. He’s stalling, they both know that, as sure as he knows full well there’s Coke upstairs, but hello, he’s potentially about to get the ass whooping of his life, can you blame him?
When he can’t drag it out any longer, Colin starts up at the stairs to their apartment. With each breath feels like he’s taking a step closer to the gallows. He spilling Coke, dribbles running down the side of the jug and his fingers. Even though the liquid is cold, his mind flashes with images of how often he’s imagined that the come running over his fingers when he’s jerked off was Jensens instead of his own. He stops mid step because that is so not appropriate right now, but his cock gives a firm twitch anyway. As poor as the timing is, it makes Colin think about the fact that there’s hardly a day goes by where he can’t relate something to Jensen, sexual or not. He’d be annoyed with himself for being so sappy if he wasn’t scared shitless that he may never get to see Jensen again, depending on how this conversation goes!
As he walks into the living room he’s sweating, his heart is thundering and his stomach seems to have hatched an entire swarm of butterflies, never mind just the few he normally gets when he thinks of Jensen. Carol’s footsteps behind him are close and he can hear her breathing through her nose…a sure fire way to know that she’s trying to remain calm. This does nothing to calm Colin’s own nerves and he can feel himself shaking more, now.
He speeds up now, moving as far away from his mom as possible. He knows Carol would never hit him, but these are hardly normal circumstances. He swallows the bile that’s making its way up his gullet, burning his nose and throat as it does. He wants to scream out, to defend himself and Jensen, but at the same time he doesn’t want to give her any information she doesn’t already have. He’s not ashamed of his feelings for Jensen, it’s just that he needs time to prepare himself mentally for the coming out about it…and he’d really rather not face the music alone.
How mad can she really be, he wonders. He and Jensen haven’t done anything more than that blow job and he almost got that far with that Sprayberry kid from school. They stopped at quick hand jobs but if they hadn’t been interrupted it would’ve led to more. He doubts that his mom would be too worried about that, but Jensen? Colin’s no fool, as much as he’d like to think it could be a fair comparison, he knows it’s far from it.
This is it, time to do or die!
§
Carol walks behind her son, head swimming with what Chris told her and the whole situation with Colin’s behaviour over the last couple of days. He’s been seemingly jubilant one minute the depressed and angry the next. She’s never seen him act violently so punching the wall was totally unexpected, and then there was the pure misery afterwards as he sobbed his heart out. Now he’d just taken off, no thought for anything but…whatever the fuck was going through his addled brain! Only after an hour of worrying did she put two and two together and assume that Colin must have gone to the hospital so she’d jumped in the car and gone over there. Then she’d seen Chris and the situation has grown even more… complicated.
She stands now in the centre of the living room, hands on hips as she watches Colin put his stash on the coffee table before sitting back a little, rubbing his hands on his thighs and trying to avoid eye contact. That just makes her more angry, the boy may be a teenager but he’s not stupid, he knows better than to try and ignore the problem. She opens her mouth to speak, watching with a sense of dread as Colin seems to fold in on himself. How is she supposed to get through this without bursting a blood vessel?
She shakes her head in a failed attempt to clear the fuzz in there. She feels physically sick, there are so many questions going through her head right now. The potential consequences of what Chris said washing over her in waves, the mental images of what’s going on with her son making her feel like she’s slowly drowning.
A few deep breaths still do nothing to calm her, in fact, her fingers are now tingling with too much oxygen. Instead she takes some shallow ones, not feeling any calmer but knowing she has to get answers. “What were you doing at the hospital?” Her voice sounds a lot more reasonable than she feels.
She watches as Colin visibly pales, scrubbing his hands faster and more desperately across his thighs. She can see a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and upper lip and part of her wants to comfort her clearly distressed son, but she needs his answer before she can possibly know how to steer the conversation.
“W-w-what do you m-m-mean?” he asks, the stutter he hasn’t had for years re-surfacing, which only makes her stomach feel heavier still.
“What do you mean, what do I mean? It’s a simple enough question, Colin” she snaps, “why were you there?”
Colin swallows nervously and again she feels the need to comfort him, but not this time, she’s been more than fair up to this point, she needs to stand her ground and hear the words from him. She folds her arms across her chest to stop her hands from shaking and raises an eyebrow at him.
“What did Chris say?” Colin asks in small voice, and her anger spikes more.
“Don’t answer a question with a question, just answer it!”
He licks his lips and sits up straighter, shoulders squared, jaw tensed - and it’s his defensive posture, the same one he’s had since he was three years old, “I went to see Jensen,” he replies.
“Yes, that much I’ve gathered since Chris was there and he told me it was Jensen in the ambulance!” she pinches the bridge of her nose while she decides on the best way to re-phrase, “I guess what I meant was, why is it that you hot footed out of here like your ass was on fire like that, what was so important you couldn’t wait?”
Colin frowns at her, “I just told you, I went to see Jensen, I needed to check he was OK.”
“You needed to?” she asks, feeling like she’s missing something completely obvious. Colin nods and says nothing more, but he looks terrified.
“I had to, Mom,” he whispers, looking right at her like he’s trying to tell her something with just his eyes, “I was so scared. You were so matter of fact about it and I had to get there as quickly as possible…I had to know.”
Carol feels a little guilty then, she had been pretty blasé in mentioning the ambulance, and goes and sits next to him on the couch, “Oh honey, I know you have this whole crush going on, Chris told me that you and Jensen have become close, but…”
“It’s NOT a crush,” Colin shouts, interrupting her, pushing up from his seat and looking down at her. There are tears in his eyes now, “it’s more than that.”
Carol half wants to take him into her arms now, he looks so young and vulnerable, “Sweetheart, I know you think that…“
“I don’t think, I know, we love each other!”
She sighs, then, feeling sorry for her boy, “Baby, just because Jensen talks to you and lets you hang around, it doesn’t mean he loves you. I’m sorry but it just doesn’t work that way.”
Colin is looking at her like she’s just told him unicorns are real. His chest is heaving, his hands are balling into fists at his sides, “Mom, what exactly did Chris say to you?”
“I just told you, he said you’ve become a lot closer,” she frowns, trying to remember, “he also said that Jensen would be comforted by you being there, and that I should try to understand. It was a bit odd, to be honest, it’s like he was apologising for something…” she pauses, her mind racing with the possible scenarios, “Colin, why…” she clears her throat, “why would Jensen want you there? Exactly how close have you two gotten?”
Colin’s shoulders sag but he still looks on edge, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt, now. He says nothing, not with his mouth, anyway. He looks at her with wide, imploring eyes, begging her to understand…something. Her stomach drops as realisation dawns, fear spreading through her like ice cold water, “Please tell me you don’t mean…has he…” she feels sick, but she has to ask, “has he touched you in any way?”
Colin glares at her, “He’s not done anything I didn’t want him to do,” he says with conviction, “he’s done nothing wrong!”
She can’t believe it, Colin looks for all the world like he fully believes what’s he’s just said. She can feel hot tears running down her face now, “How long has he,” she whispers, fear making it hard to speak, “been making you do things?”
His eyes go wide in shock, “Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’s not making me do anything, Mom! You can’t think that of him,” he’s almost begging now, “I swear, he’s not that kind of guy. He didn’t want to do anything at all until I pushed, it was me, I was the one who made the first move. Mom, please, you have to understand, this is so hard for him… we never expected this,” Colin’s crying now, “Jen, he’s in the hospital because of all the stress…”
Carol feels lightheaded as well as nauseous now, her baby is defending this man who’s been taking advantage of him for Christ knows how long! She stands on shaky legs and moves towards him, rubbing the tops of his arms to comfort him, “Listen to me, sweetheart, he’s obviously got you all twisted around. It’s gonna be OK now, you can tell me…I need you to tell me everything, then we can tell the cops.”
She’s shocked when Colin pulls away, abruptly, “NO!” he shouts, “No cops, please Mom, you’re not listening to me…it’s OK, he’s not some kind of monster, we care about each other…we love each other!”
Carol’s breaths are becoming faster and faster, and her heart is pounding in her ears, “Colin, please, you don’t know what you’re saying, it’s not your fault, it’s his…”
Colin steps right up to her then, looking furious. He grabs her by her shoulders and shakes her so hard her teeth rattle, “I know exactly what I’m saying, I know exactly what I want, what we both want.”
“No,” Carol sobs, “Colin, you’re too young to know…”
He cuts her off again, “I’m NOT too young! I know how I feel about Jensen, and I know how he feels about me. I know that I want him to fuck me, Mom, I’ve told him that. I know you won’t want to hear that but it’s the truth. I know my own mind, nobody’s forcing me to do anything, he’s not manipulating me into anything. We’re going to be together, no matter what, do you understand me?”
It’s all too much, she pulls away and just makes it to the bathroom where she throws up, over and over again.
§
As he watches his mom dash for the bathroom, Colin stands there, stunned. He feels himself shaking, the adrenaline coursing through his system making his heart work overtime. He’s feeling a little nauseous himself, not helped by the retching sounds Carol’s making.
He sits back down and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He was so sure that Chris had told Carol everything. Now he wishes he’d been able to talk to his mom properly, like an adult and try and get her to understand. Instead, he reacted with panic, screaming and shouting to be heard. He knows that there’s no way she’s going to just accept the situation. He feels his eyes sting and before he can stop it, tears start falling. He lets them continue to flowl until he hears his mom flush the toilet, then wipes them away with the back of his hand. He stands and takes a few breaths to calm down, waiting for Carol to come back into the room.
When he’s waited fifteen minutes and is feeling sick from worry, he slowly make his way to the bathroom. Carol is leaning on the sink, looking into the mirror with unseeing eyes, “Mom?” he says quietly so as not to startle her. There’s no response so he says it again a little louder. This time she hears him and turns to face him, “I’m sorry you had to find out like that, Mom, I really am, but I meant every word I said.”
Carol starts crying again, small sobs as she looks into his eyes, “I can’t just stand by and let him keep hurting you, it’s so wrong, baby.”
Colin steps forward and wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight, “Mom, he’s not hurting me,” he pulls back and looks her in the eyes, “I promise you, everything that’s happened has happened because we both want it.”
She looks at him, shaking her head, “But it’s wrong,” she says, over and over.
Colin lets go of her and reaches for the bottle of mouthwash. He fills the cap and hands it to her, saying nothing until she’s finished rinsing, gargling and spitting, then takes her hand and leads her back to the couch. He sits with his body turned towards her and takes her hands back in his, “I know you’re shocked and upset, but can you just wait until we talk to Jensen?” Carol starts to pull away, her mouth opening with what’s bound to be an objection, so he continues speaking, “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do, baby, but…”
“But nothing, please, Mom, if you trust me then at least let me show you that I can be mature about this. Jen is due out of hospital in the morning, let me talk to him and tell him what’s happened.”
“You’re not going anywhere near him on your own.” she says forcefully, despite the hoarseness of her voice.
Colin sighs, it’s not what he wants but he doesn’t see a way around it, “OK, we’ll both go but promise me you’ll hear us out, please, Mom?” More tears fall down Carol’s cheeks but the can see he’s won…for now, at least.
§
Jensen slowly wakes, eyelids fluttering, but he doesn’t want to open them. It could be his imagination, the drugs or the bump on the head but he feels like he still has the weight of Colin in his arms. He can almost feel the heat coming off the teen, soothing him and making him feel relaxed like he hasn’t done in a long time.
He tries to go back to sleep, but he can hear movement and chattering in the distance so eventually he has no choice but to open his eyes. Once he’s managed to focus and push himself up a little, he looks at his watch to find it’s ten o’clock in the morning.
A nurse is heading towards him, smiling brightly, “Good morning, Mr. Ackles, how are you feeling?”
“Like I lost a fight with a baseball bat,” he reaches for the coffee on the tray, ignoring the food completely, “Can I get out of here, soon?”
“Once I’ve checked your stats and you’ve been seen by Dr. Ferris, if she says it’s OK then you should be home in time for a late lunch.”
An hour later he’s sat on the bed waiting for Chris to pick him up. He’s still a little woozy, his head is killing him he’s not looking forward to Chris being mother hen, but he can’t wait to get out of there. After what feels like days, Chris enters his room. “Finally!” Jensen says, already meeting his friend half way so they can get out quicker.
Chris sighs and rolls his eyes, “Anyone ever tell you you’re a terrible patient?”
“Yup,” Jensen replies, not caring one bit, “let’s just go!”
Chris is quiet on the drive home, making Jensen feel like their fight isn’t over. His friend is sighing, opening his mouth as if to speak but then changing his mind.
“Spit it out, Kane, what’s going on?”
Chris looks at him briefly then turns back to concentrate on the road, “I’ll tell you when we get inside.”
Jensen wants to object since they’re pulling into the parking lot, but he decides that it’s best just to wait. At least that way he can have another coffee, some painkillers and hopefully some more sleep.
“Oh shit!” Chris hisses as they get out of the car, nodding over to the entrance of the building.
Jensen follows his line of sight, and spots Colin sat on the wall outside the door. The older man smiles and hurries towards Colin, wanting to get as close as possible as quickly as possible. His smile fades and his stomach drops as he also sees Carol, glaring at him with all her might. Oh shit! is right.
Chapter 12 >>>
Chapter notes: This turned out to be not the huge bust up that I thought it would (blame the muse), mostly because I didn't think it'd be true to Chris' character to betray his best friend by telling Colin's mum everything. Also, I think that Carol's a hard working single mum who maybe doesn't spend as much time with Colin as she could. I think she needed a wake up call, and if this situation doesn't wake a person up, what will?
Plus, we've established that I have a sadist streak, so *of course* Jensen is going to bear the brunt of the backlash. Sorry. Not sorry! xD
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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A/N: Much (more) angst in this chapter!
[Read more]Chapter 11
Colin opens the car door with trembling, sweaty hands. He slides into the seat feeling numb and dazed. What the hell did Chris tell her? She’s clearly furious but she’s not saying a word, which makes him worry even more. His mouth has gone completely dry, so before he can speak he has to unglue it from the roof of his mouth, “Mom,” he hates how small and young his voice sounds, “what’s going on? What did you talk to Chris about?”
Carol keeps facing forward, though the way she squeezes the steering wheel, and the pinched look on her face tells him she’s heard his question. Still she says nothing, and it’s torture. They continue the full drive home in silence and as cowardly as he knows it is, Colin drags out getting inside the bar as long as he can. It’s early evening now and the place is getting busy with people eating, and starting to pile in for the tequila night. For a second he thinks at least mom won’t go totally ballistic with all those people around, until reality creeps in - they can barely hear the noises from the bar in their apartment above, so the opposite must be true. His mom can scream herself hoarse and he’s likely the only one that will hear!
“Get yourself drinks and snacks from down here,” Carol snaps, “because you’re not setting foot outside your bedroom for the rest of the night, except to use the bathroom.”
Colin freezes, apprehension running through him. He’s just being banished to his room? Does that mean he won’t be strung up by his balls…or will she save that fate for Jensen? “Shit!” he mutters under his breath.
“NOW!” Carol barks, and he almost runs behind the bar. He grabs the first things he sees, tortilla chips, pork rinds, pretzels and peanuts, then takes his sweet time about pouring himself a jug of Coke. He’s stalling, they both know that, as sure as he knows full well there’s Coke upstairs, but hello, he’s potentially about to get the ass whooping of his life, can you blame him?
When he can’t drag it out any longer, Colin starts up at the stairs to their apartment. With each breath feels like he’s taking a step closer to the gallows. He spilling Coke, dribbles running down the side of the jug and his fingers. Even though the liquid is cold, his mind flashes with images of how often he’s imagined that the come running over his fingers when he’s jerked off was Jensens instead of his own. He stops mid step because that is so not appropriate right now, but his cock gives a firm twitch anyway. As poor as the timing is, it makes Colin think about the fact that there’s hardly a day goes by where he can’t relate something to Jensen, sexual or not. He’d be annoyed with himself for being so sappy if he wasn’t scared shitless that he may never get to see Jensen again, depending on how this conversation goes!
As he walks into the living room he’s sweating, his heart is thundering and his stomach seems to have hatched an entire swarm of butterflies, never mind just the few he normally gets when he thinks of Jensen. Carol’s footsteps behind him are close and he can hear her breathing through her nose…a sure fire way to know that she’s trying to remain calm. This does nothing to calm Colin’s own nerves and he can feel himself shaking more, now.
He speeds up now, moving as far away from his mom as possible. He knows Carol would never hit him, but these are hardly normal circumstances. He swallows the bile that’s making its way up his gullet, burning his nose and throat as it does. He wants to scream out, to defend himself and Jensen, but at the same time he doesn’t want to give her any information she doesn’t already have. He’s not ashamed of his feelings for Jensen, it’s just that he needs time to prepare himself mentally for the coming out about it…and he’d really rather not face the music alone.
How mad can she really be, he wonders. He and Jensen haven’t done anything more than that blow job and he almost got that far with that Sprayberry kid from school. They stopped at quick hand jobs but if they hadn’t been interrupted it would’ve led to more. He doubts that his mom would be too worried about that, but Jensen? Colin’s no fool, as much as he’d like to think it could be a fair comparison, he knows it’s far from it.
This is it, time to do or die!
§
Carol walks behind her son, head swimming with what Chris told her and the whole situation with Colin’s behaviour over the last couple of days. He’s been seemingly jubilant one minute the depressed and angry the next. She’s never seen him act violently so punching the wall was totally unexpected, and then there was the pure misery afterwards as he sobbed his heart out. Now he’d just taken off, no thought for anything but…whatever the fuck was going through his addled brain! Only after an hour of worrying did she put two and two together and assume that Colin must have gone to the hospital so she’d jumped in the car and gone over there. Then she’d seen Chris and the situation has grown even more… complicated.
She stands now in the centre of the living room, hands on hips as she watches Colin put his stash on the coffee table before sitting back a little, rubbing his hands on his thighs and trying to avoid eye contact. That just makes her more angry, the boy may be a teenager but he’s not stupid, he knows better than to try and ignore the problem. She opens her mouth to speak, watching with a sense of dread as Colin seems to fold in on himself. How is she supposed to get through this without bursting a blood vessel?
She shakes her head in a failed attempt to clear the fuzz in there. She feels physically sick, there are so many questions going through her head right now. The potential consequences of what Chris said washing over her in waves, the mental images of what’s going on with her son making her feel like she’s slowly drowning.
A few deep breaths still do nothing to calm her, in fact, her fingers are now tingling with too much oxygen. Instead she takes some shallow ones, not feeling any calmer but knowing she has to get answers. “What were you doing at the hospital?” Her voice sounds a lot more reasonable than she feels.
She watches as Colin visibly pales, scrubbing his hands faster and more desperately across his thighs. She can see a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and upper lip and part of her wants to comfort her clearly distressed son, but she needs his answer before she can possibly know how to steer the conversation.
“W-w-what do you m-m-mean?” he asks, the stutter he hasn’t had for years re-surfacing, which only makes her stomach feel heavier still.
“What do you mean, what do I mean? It’s a simple enough question, Colin” she snaps, “why were you there?”
Colin swallows nervously and again she feels the need to comfort him, but not this time, she’s been more than fair up to this point, she needs to stand her ground and hear the words from him. She folds her arms across her chest to stop her hands from shaking and raises an eyebrow at him.
“What did Chris say?” Colin asks in small voice, and her anger spikes more.
“Don’t answer a question with a question, just answer it!”
He licks his lips and sits up straighter, shoulders squared, jaw tensed - and it’s his defensive posture, the same one he’s had since he was three years old, “I went to see Jensen,” he replies.
“Yes, that much I’ve gathered since Chris was there and he told me it was Jensen in the ambulance!” she pinches the bridge of her nose while she decides on the best way to re-phrase, “I guess what I meant was, why is it that you hot footed out of here like your ass was on fire like that, what was so important you couldn’t wait?”
Colin frowns at her, “I just told you, I went to see Jensen, I needed to check he was OK.”
“You needed to?” she asks, feeling like she’s missing something completely obvious. Colin nods and says nothing more, but he looks terrified.
“I had to, Mom,” he whispers, looking right at her like he’s trying to tell her something with just his eyes, “I was so scared. You were so matter of fact about it and I had to get there as quickly as possible…I had to know.”
Carol feels a little guilty then, she had been pretty blasé in mentioning the ambulance, and goes and sits next to him on the couch, “Oh honey, I know you have this whole crush going on, Chris told me that you and Jensen have become close, but…”
“It’s NOT a crush,” Colin shouts, interrupting her, pushing up from his seat and looking down at her. There are tears in his eyes now, “it’s more than that.”
Carol half wants to take him into her arms now, he looks so young and vulnerable, “Sweetheart, I know you think that…“
“I don’t think, I know, we love each other!”
She sighs, then, feeling sorry for her boy, “Baby, just because Jensen talks to you and lets you hang around, it doesn’t mean he loves you. I’m sorry but it just doesn’t work that way.”
Colin is looking at her like she’s just told him unicorns are real. His chest is heaving, his hands are balling into fists at his sides, “Mom, what exactly did Chris say to you?”
“I just told you, he said you’ve become a lot closer,” she frowns, trying to remember, “he also said that Jensen would be comforted by you being there, and that I should try to understand. It was a bit odd, to be honest, it’s like he was apologising for something…” she pauses, her mind racing with the possible scenarios, “Colin, why…” she clears her throat, “why would Jensen want you there? Exactly how close have you two gotten?”
Colin’s shoulders sag but he still looks on edge, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt, now. He says nothing, not with his mouth, anyway. He looks at her with wide, imploring eyes, begging her to understand…something. Her stomach drops as realisation dawns, fear spreading through her like ice cold water, “Please tell me you don’t mean…has he…” she feels sick, but she has to ask, “has he touched you in any way?”
Colin glares at her, “He’s not done anything I didn’t want him to do,” he says with conviction, “he’s done nothing wrong!”
She can’t believe it, Colin looks for all the world like he fully believes what’s he’s just said. She can feel hot tears running down her face now, “How long has he,” she whispers, fear making it hard to speak, “been making you do things?”
His eyes go wide in shock, “Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’s not making me do anything, Mom! You can’t think that of him,” he’s almost begging now, “I swear, he’s not that kind of guy. He didn’t want to do anything at all until I pushed, it was me, I was the one who made the first move. Mom, please, you have to understand, this is so hard for him… we never expected this,” Colin’s crying now, “Jen, he’s in the hospital because of all the stress…”
Carol feels lightheaded as well as nauseous now, her baby is defending this man who’s been taking advantage of him for Christ knows how long! She stands on shaky legs and moves towards him, rubbing the tops of his arms to comfort him, “Listen to me, sweetheart, he’s obviously got you all twisted around. It’s gonna be OK now, you can tell me…I need you to tell me everything, then we can tell the cops.”
She’s shocked when Colin pulls away, abruptly, “NO!” he shouts, “No cops, please Mom, you’re not listening to me…it’s OK, he’s not some kind of monster, we care about each other…we love each other!”
Carol’s breaths are becoming faster and faster, and her heart is pounding in her ears, “Colin, please, you don’t know what you’re saying, it’s not your fault, it’s his…”
Colin steps right up to her then, looking furious. He grabs her by her shoulders and shakes her so hard her teeth rattle, “I know exactly what I’m saying, I know exactly what I want, what we both want.”
“No,” Carol sobs, “Colin, you’re too young to know…”
He cuts her off again, “I’m NOT too young! I know how I feel about Jensen, and I know how he feels about me. I know that I want him to fuck me, Mom, I’ve told him that. I know you won’t want to hear that but it’s the truth. I know my own mind, nobody’s forcing me to do anything, he’s not manipulating me into anything. We’re going to be together, no matter what, do you understand me?”
It’s all too much, she pulls away and just makes it to the bathroom where she throws up, over and over again.
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As he watches his mom dash for the bathroom, Colin stands there, stunned. He feels himself shaking, the adrenaline coursing through his system making his heart work overtime. He’s feeling a little nauseous himself, not helped by the retching sounds Carol’s making.
He sits back down and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He was so sure that Chris had told Carol everything. Now he wishes he’d been able to talk to his mom properly, like an adult and try and get her to understand. Instead, he reacted with panic, screaming and shouting to be heard. He knows that there’s no way she’s going to just accept the situation. He feels his eyes sting and before he can stop it, tears start falling. He lets them continue to flowl until he hears his mom flush the toilet, then wipes them away with the back of his hand. He stands and takes a few breaths to calm down, waiting for Carol to come back into the room.
When he’s waited fifteen minutes and is feeling sick from worry, he slowly make his way to the bathroom. Carol is leaning on the sink, looking into the mirror with unseeing eyes, “Mom?” he says quietly so as not to startle her. There’s no response so he says it again a little louder. This time she hears him and turns to face him, “I’m sorry you had to find out like that, Mom, I really am, but I meant every word I said.”
Carol starts crying again, small sobs as she looks into his eyes, “I can’t just stand by and let him keep hurting you, it’s so wrong, baby.”
Colin steps forward and wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight, “Mom, he’s not hurting me,” he pulls back and looks her in the eyes, “I promise you, everything that’s happened has happened because we both want it.”
She looks at him, shaking her head, “But it’s wrong,” she says, over and over.
Colin lets go of her and reaches for the bottle of mouthwash. He fills the cap and hands it to her, saying nothing until she’s finished rinsing, gargling and spitting, then takes her hand and leads her back to the couch. He sits with his body turned towards her and takes her hands back in his, “I know you’re shocked and upset, but can you just wait until we talk to Jensen?” Carol starts to pull away, her mouth opening with what’s bound to be an objection, so he continues speaking, “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do, baby, but…”
“But nothing, please, Mom, if you trust me then at least let me show you that I can be mature about this. Jen is due out of hospital in the morning, let me talk to him and tell him what’s happened.”
“You’re not going anywhere near him on your own.” she says forcefully, despite the hoarseness of her voice.
Colin sighs, it’s not what he wants but he doesn’t see a way around it, “OK, we’ll both go but promise me you’ll hear us out, please, Mom?” More tears fall down Carol’s cheeks but the can see he’s won…for now, at least.
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Jensen slowly wakes, eyelids fluttering, but he doesn’t want to open them. It could be his imagination, the drugs or the bump on the head but he feels like he still has the weight of Colin in his arms. He can almost feel the heat coming off the teen, soothing him and making him feel relaxed like he hasn’t done in a long time.
He tries to go back to sleep, but he can hear movement and chattering in the distance so eventually he has no choice but to open his eyes. Once he’s managed to focus and push himself up a little, he looks at his watch to find it’s ten o’clock in the morning.
A nurse is heading towards him, smiling brightly, “Good morning, Mr. Ackles, how are you feeling?”
“Like I lost a fight with a baseball bat,” he reaches for the coffee on the tray, ignoring the food completely, “Can I get out of here, soon?”
“Once I’ve checked your stats and you’ve been seen by Dr. Ferris, if she says it’s OK then you should be home in time for a late lunch.”
An hour later he’s sat on the bed waiting for Chris to pick him up. He’s still a little woozy, his head is killing him he’s not looking forward to Chris being mother hen, but he can’t wait to get out of there. After what feels like days, Chris enters his room. “Finally!” Jensen says, already meeting his friend half way so they can get out quicker.
Chris sighs and rolls his eyes, “Anyone ever tell you you’re a terrible patient?”
“Yup,” Jensen replies, not caring one bit, “let’s just go!”
Chris is quiet on the drive home, making Jensen feel like their fight isn’t over. His friend is sighing, opening his mouth as if to speak but then changing his mind.
“Spit it out, Kane, what’s going on?”
Chris looks at him briefly then turns back to concentrate on the road, “I’ll tell you when we get inside.”
Jensen wants to object since they’re pulling into the parking lot, but he decides that it’s best just to wait. At least that way he can have another coffee, some painkillers and hopefully some more sleep.
“Oh shit!” Chris hisses as they get out of the car, nodding over to the entrance of the building.
Jensen follows his line of sight, and spots Colin sat on the wall outside the door. The older man smiles and hurries towards Colin, wanting to get as close as possible as quickly as possible. His smile fades and his stomach drops as he also sees Carol, glaring at him with all her might. Oh shit! is right.
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Chapter notes: This turned out to be not the huge bust up that I thought it would (blame the muse), mostly because I didn't think it'd be true to Chris' character to betray his best friend by telling Colin's mum everything. Also, I think that Carol's a hard working single mum who maybe doesn't spend as much time with Colin as she could. I think she needed a wake up call, and if this situation doesn't wake a person up, what will?
Plus, we've established that I have a sadist streak, so *of course* Jensen is going to bear the brunt of the backlash. Sorry. Not sorry! xD