Fast Track 1/6
Summary: Jared and Jensen's relationship started with a bang. Since their first meeting they've been used to breaking the Speed Limit to the point of putting their lives in constant danger. Now however, after a year of quiet domesticity under witness protection, they are forced to face just how little they have in common. Just as their partnership is coming apart at the seams though, their cover crumbles, and they are back in the game.
>> Sequel to Speed Limit. Knowledge of the fic is not necessary but I'd still recommend it.
This story is complete and will be updated twice a week (Mondays and Thursdays).
Master Post
Part One
“Ow! Fuck…” Jensen snapped his hand back from where it had accidentally caught in the engine, looking at the red welt that cut across his skin, breaking it in one place. A red trickle of blood dripped onto the garage floor, mixing with oil stains, and the road dirt that had fallen out of countless tire treads. He brought the cut to his mouth, sucking on the blood to keep from making a mess, tasting the coppery flavor of it, mixed with the sharp, dirty taste of oil and dirt. His hands were smeared with gray and brown smudges from his work on the bike, and he probably shouldn’t have sucked on the wound, but the only piece of fabric within reach had been used to wipe oil and gasoline away, and it would probably be a bad idea to use the thing on any injury.
He trudged into the house, throwing open the door leading out of the garage and stomping towards the bathroom. The constant staccato sound of typing broke off as fingers stilled on a keyboard. “Jen, I hope you didn’t come indoors with your work boots on!”
He had, and he didn’t care right now. Jared’s rule of no shoes in the house was already annoying enough, and Jensen didn’t understand why he had to take them off every time he just wanted to grab a soda from the fridge while working in the garage. What did they have a cleaning lady for anyway? He tried to accommodate Jared’s request, but right now he didn’t have the mind to do so.
With an unceremonious shove, he shouldered open the bathroom door, turning on the tap and sticking his injured hand under the steady stream of water. Blood and grime swirled over porcelain, and he spat into the sink, hoping to get the foul taste of it out of his mouth. He rinsed it out afterward, hoping that he hadn’t just caught himself stomach cancer by swallowing some of that shit. If a burger was bad for one’s health, what motor oil might do to his intestinal tract was not a nice thought.
The stains on his hands wouldn't come off with water alone, but he wanted the area around the wound clean before bandaging it. No need to give himself tetanus either. He grabbed the extra-strong hand cleaning agent from the cupboard and started washing his hands, letting out another stream of nasty cursing when some of it ran into the cut that still slowly dripped blood. Needless to say, it stung like hell.
“Jensen? What’s going on over there?” Jared’s voice came from his usual place in the office, door open to the living room as always, because Jensen’s boyfriend had enough control-freak in him that he couldn’t stand not being able to hear what was going on in the house at any time.
“Nothing, Jay,” he hollered back, while scrubbing off the last of the oil before shutting off the water. “Everything’s peachy,” he added only half as loud.
“What’s peachy?” Jared stood in the door, making Jensen jump and drop the medical kit he'd just dug out of the cabinet. The guy was sneaky as hell. The no shoe rule didn’t help. Jared’s eyes dropped to Jensen’s hand, a first drop of blood smacking the tiled floor just at that moment. “Shit, Jen. What happened?”
He grabbed the kit off the floor, pushing Jensen backwards to sit on the edge of the bathtub, ignoring the man’s protests. “Nothing, I should have been more careful...”
“Can you still move all your fingers?” Jared placed a gauze pad on the now clean wound and started rolling a bandage around his lover’s hand to keep it in place and put some pressure on it.
Jensen gave him a slightly exasperated look but wiggled his fingers obediently. “It’s just a cut, Jay, not the end of the world.”
A piece of tape secured the end of the bandage, and Jared seemed pleased with his work, looking up at Jensen from where he was kneeling on the bathroom floor. “Yeah, but you just need to let me fret about little things from time to time…” His lips formed a small pout that he knew Jensen couldn’t resist, while his hands still lingered on Jensen’s arm.
The smaller man smiled down at him, shrugging. “I’m afraid that if I open that box, I’ll never get it closed again.”
“We’ll see about that.”
When Jared leaned up and kissed him, Jensen melted into it. His arms sneaked around broad shoulders, and he was pulled to a stand when Jared got up to pull him towards the bedroom.
“Don’t you need to finish writing?”
“I’m already interrupted, so it’s the perfect time for a break.” Jared’s hand quickly found its way under Jensen’s shirt and up over smooth skin, making all further protest disappear.
There were a few minutes of fumbling where they seemed unable to decide whether they would actually start undressing or rather stay glued together shoulder to thigh and just keep kissing for the rest of the day. In the end, the prospect of miles of perfect skin was too good. and they broke apart. undressing unceremoniously. Jensen’s fingers gripped unruly brown hair and pulled Jared into one more kiss before flipping them onto the bed with Jared on top of him.
“God, I love it when you do that.”
Jared’s mouth traveled over his lover’s body, mapping the angles and curves of his body, from the strong, stubbled jaw over the rise of the collarbone at the dip of Jensen’s neck down to a flat stomach that just begged to be nipped on. When he finally reached his destination Jensen’s hands were in his hair once again, and Jared grinned as he simultaneously started sucking Jensen down and preparing him - and thank god he always had the lube stored within reach of the bed.
“Shit, Jared… oh fuck, you are gonna be my death one day.”
He chuckled around his mouthful, looking up through the few strands of his bangs that weren’t in Jensen’s grip and drank in the way his partner writhed and keened under his ministrations. In these moments all worry just dropped away, and Jared was wondering how he ever got to have someone like Jensen in his life.
“Fuck, Jared, stop playing around and get down to business.”
Jared pulled off with an intentional popping sound, crawling back up with a grin that said that he just ate the canary. “I thought I went down already…”
An animalistic growl formed in Jensen’s throat, and he flipped Jared around straddling his hips while pulling the taller man’s upper body up by his hair, so their chests rubbed together. “Do I always have to do everything myself?”
“Not everything.” With a grin Jared grabbed Jensen around the waist with long arms and pulled him upwards to properly position him.
“About bloody time…” The rest of his words were swallowed by a gasp, when Jared pulled him down hard and fast. “Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
It was messy and just a little uncoordinated, with Jensen’s arms more than once slipping off Jared’s shoulders, which were covered in a thin film of sweat as he struggled to keep the rhythm. Jared’s face was buried in his lover’s shoulder, nuzzling his neck, nipping and kissing the places that seemed simply irresistible, while pressing his whole body close to Jensen to give him the friction he needed. With a deep groan Jensen threw back his head, wetting both their stomachs and making Jared an offer he just couldn’t refuse.
He bit down hard enough to leave his mark on the freckled skin of Jensen's neck, although not quite hard enough to draw blood and came within a few more strokes. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and messy but satisfied.
When Jared rolled over to look at his boyfriend after a few minutes, Jensen was a mess. His hair stuck to his head with sweat, and his face and arms were still coated in motor oil, grime and a little blood from his injury, while his stomach and ass were all sticky from other things.
“God, Jensen, you’re filthy… and I’ll have to change the linens now, thanks to your garage hands. I’ll hit the shower. I still need to get my word count in today.”
Green eyes looked at him for a long moment, while Jared got out of bed. “I thought we could just stay in bed for a bit…”
“And ruin the linens completely? I don’t think so.” He gave Jensen’s nose a quick peck before closing the bathroom door behind himself. By the time he emerged again, Jensen looked like he had used the second bathroom to get a little cleaned up as well and was currently pulling on a pair of biker gloves to complete the outfit of jeans, leather jacket and boots he was already sporting.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“I’m taking the Honda out for a test ride. Don’t wait up.”
Jared sighed. He knew this mood. It came out quite often lately, and it always made his skin itch. Jensen was feeling bitchy, and Jared knew better than to argue with him when he was like that. He wasn’t sure what had brought this out, especially after they had just had really good sex, but he knew that he would probably be glad if Jensen wasn’t around when he was in this mood.
“Fine… but I wanted to cook us dinner tonight.”
Jensen shrugged as he walked towards the door leading into his beloved garage. Sometimes Jared wanted to burn down the wretched thing.
The vibrations of the motor between his thighs, and the loud purr of the engine were soothing, and Jensen pressed down the throttle, letting the wind rush by noisily and enjoying the exhilarating feeling of driving way too fast. He leaned into the turns expertly, knees close to the ground without touching it. It was what he loved about this sport that had once been his life, but now was only a hobby he indulged in, mainly when he needed to get out of that house.
The thing with protective custody was that he'd had to leave behind everything he once knew. Other than Jared, he had no family left to miss, but he could no longer do the only thing he had ever been good at. His career was over, and there was just nothing he really wanted to do other than ride. The little online shop he had started to repair, tune and restore bikes was doing okay if not great, and at least he could take the bikes for a spin to see how his adjustments worked out. He wasn’t the greatest mechanic, but after years of living on a motorcycle, he knew his way around them better than most, and he knew what made a bike a pleasant drive.
He had set up shop in their garage, because it was easier for the Marshalls to keep track of them if they both worked from home, not that they would stop him if he wanted to start a shop in town, but, after one close brush with death by gunfire, Jared had been reluctant to let them become too exposed. Of course Jared was working from home as well, not like he needed more than his computer and his fingers to type down his latest magazine commentary or work on his new novel. He seemed content to stay in his office cluttered with books from wall to wall as long as Jensen left his boots and the motor oil in the garage.
Jensen sighed slowing down a little to test the more subtle handling of the machine. He couldn’t remember the last time Jared had actually seen any of the bikes he worked on or had set foot into the garage in general. They didn’t really mix well. It was a hard lesson they had to learn once the steady thrill of fear was gone, and they had been brought to their final safe home. The judgments had been dealt, and their testimonies were on file, and officially witness protection was their last stop. The only problem was that after months of fear, court schedules and new safe houses, there was no sense of domesticity left in them, and, once they had settled in, it was painfully clear just how different they were. Jared was an intellectual, a bit of a bookworm, and a news junkie, so wrapped up in his work that he could forget any time or commitments just typing along like a crazy person. Jensen on the other hand was an adrenaline junkie, needing to be out in the fresh air and challenging himself. He wasn't much of a reader, or someone for quiet evenings at home just sitting together but not really doing anything. He was hands on, and he knew that he sometimes drove Jared crazy.
But thing was, he loved that giant bookworm and so he made sure to leave the house regularly to give Jared some quiet and leave him to his work or just get away to make sure he didn’t say something he’d regret, when Jared pulled a thing like today again.
They matched perfectly when it came to the physical relationship. The sex was good and the chemistry amazing. But Jensen wanted to whack Jared over the heard with a crowbar when he ruined the moment like that. Who cared if Jensen was dirty? They had a washer and a shower for a reason. It made him feel like a little child, reprimanded for bringing in a stray. For god’s sake, he was an adult after all.
He reached a high slope with a small, gravelly parking spot at the side of the road and stopped the bike there. Jumping off, he threw his helmet onto the seat and sat down on the grass at the side. There was a tree to lean on, and he closed his eyes letting the warm autumn sun tickle his freckles while he breathed in the too crisp air, trying to find his center once again.
Jared tried to concentrate on his writing, but the words defied him, because his gaze kept on going to the clock every other minute. A frown had been on his face for hours now, and he sighed, rubbing his eyes and closing the document on his computer, defeated. Jensen hadn’t returned yet, and it made his skin crawl to think about it. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but the frequency of Jensen’s trips didn’t help Jared’s anxiety in the least. He never got any work done when Jensen was gone, and it would have made him angry if he didn’t feel so scared. Things hadn't been great between them lately, and, every time Jensen left in a fit, Jared was afraid that he’d never see the other man again. It was torture.
When he finally heard the growling of an engine outside grow louder, a sigh of relief left him, and the tension in his shoulders gradually melted away. The door to the garage opened, and this time Jensen’s socked feet were barely audible as he padded over the wooden floor.
Getting up quickly, Jared left his office leaving his computer sitting open on the desk. Jensen’s hair was ruffled from the helmet, and his face was a little red from the wind. It looked pretty hot. “It’s late.” Jared leaned against the doorway watching as Jensen pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in one go.
“Yeah, well, needed to test the new adjustments I made.”
Jared only gave a noncommittal grunt at that, since he had no idea what exactly Jensen had done to the bike. “Since you didn’t say when you were coming back, I didn’t make dinner after all. But there’s some leftover take out in the fridge.”
Jensen tossed the empty bottle and went to hang up his leather jacket, Jared just standing there watching him move through their home. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go to bed.” He walked past Jared towards the bedroom, only pausing for a moment to stretch up onto his toes to give Jared a quick peck on the corner of his mouth before slinking away into the bedroom, already pulling his shirt over his head. “Night, Jay.”
Standing still in the same spot frowning miserably Jared nodded. “Night, Jen.” He walked back to the office and sat down on his desk once more. It was obvious that Jensen didn’t feel like company, so he might just as well try to catch up on the work that had been neglected while Jensen had taken his joy ride.
The bed was cold as it so often was these days, and Jensen wrapped himself up in a thick cocoon of blankets, trying to grab a few hours of extra sleep, while Jared did what he did best. Lately Jensen had begun to wonder how his boyfriend didn't look like Quasimodo after being hunched over a computer for two thirds of the day.
The muscles in Jensen’s back were stiff from the long ride, only accentuated by the tightness he had already felt before even getting on the bike. He stretched in bed trying to find a comfortable position and cursing at himself for being unable to fall asleep, his mind just wouldn’t shut up. So he just lay there staring at the neon numbers on the alarm clock and wondering if Jared would pull another all-nighter.
It was about three hours later when Jensen heard the door open. He lay still, not willing to let Jared know that he was still awake after going to bed that early. The bed dipped as Jared got in, switching off the light, and for a while there were just two sets of breathing audible in the dark. Finally Jensen started drifting off to sleep. But he still heard the rustling of cloth as Jared turned, bouncing the bed a little and then a set of long arms sneaked around him. Jensen couldn’t help but sigh, turning around and fitting his head into the crook of Jared’s neck.
They didn’t speak but just basked in the comfort of the night, finally falling asleep at last.
... next part...
This was the beginning of the fic. Feel free to comment below and come back next Monday for the second chapter :)
*hugs* Birdie
>> Sequel to Speed Limit. Knowledge of the fic is not necessary but I'd still recommend it.
This story is complete and will be updated twice a week (Mondays and Thursdays).
Master Post
Part One
“Ow! Fuck…” Jensen snapped his hand back from where it had accidentally caught in the engine, looking at the red welt that cut across his skin, breaking it in one place. A red trickle of blood dripped onto the garage floor, mixing with oil stains, and the road dirt that had fallen out of countless tire treads. He brought the cut to his mouth, sucking on the blood to keep from making a mess, tasting the coppery flavor of it, mixed with the sharp, dirty taste of oil and dirt. His hands were smeared with gray and brown smudges from his work on the bike, and he probably shouldn’t have sucked on the wound, but the only piece of fabric within reach had been used to wipe oil and gasoline away, and it would probably be a bad idea to use the thing on any injury.
He trudged into the house, throwing open the door leading out of the garage and stomping towards the bathroom. The constant staccato sound of typing broke off as fingers stilled on a keyboard. “Jen, I hope you didn’t come indoors with your work boots on!”
He had, and he didn’t care right now. Jared’s rule of no shoes in the house was already annoying enough, and Jensen didn’t understand why he had to take them off every time he just wanted to grab a soda from the fridge while working in the garage. What did they have a cleaning lady for anyway? He tried to accommodate Jared’s request, but right now he didn’t have the mind to do so.
With an unceremonious shove, he shouldered open the bathroom door, turning on the tap and sticking his injured hand under the steady stream of water. Blood and grime swirled over porcelain, and he spat into the sink, hoping to get the foul taste of it out of his mouth. He rinsed it out afterward, hoping that he hadn’t just caught himself stomach cancer by swallowing some of that shit. If a burger was bad for one’s health, what motor oil might do to his intestinal tract was not a nice thought.
The stains on his hands wouldn't come off with water alone, but he wanted the area around the wound clean before bandaging it. No need to give himself tetanus either. He grabbed the extra-strong hand cleaning agent from the cupboard and started washing his hands, letting out another stream of nasty cursing when some of it ran into the cut that still slowly dripped blood. Needless to say, it stung like hell.
“Jensen? What’s going on over there?” Jared’s voice came from his usual place in the office, door open to the living room as always, because Jensen’s boyfriend had enough control-freak in him that he couldn’t stand not being able to hear what was going on in the house at any time.
“Nothing, Jay,” he hollered back, while scrubbing off the last of the oil before shutting off the water. “Everything’s peachy,” he added only half as loud.
“What’s peachy?” Jared stood in the door, making Jensen jump and drop the medical kit he'd just dug out of the cabinet. The guy was sneaky as hell. The no shoe rule didn’t help. Jared’s eyes dropped to Jensen’s hand, a first drop of blood smacking the tiled floor just at that moment. “Shit, Jen. What happened?”
He grabbed the kit off the floor, pushing Jensen backwards to sit on the edge of the bathtub, ignoring the man’s protests. “Nothing, I should have been more careful...”
“Can you still move all your fingers?” Jared placed a gauze pad on the now clean wound and started rolling a bandage around his lover’s hand to keep it in place and put some pressure on it.
Jensen gave him a slightly exasperated look but wiggled his fingers obediently. “It’s just a cut, Jay, not the end of the world.”
A piece of tape secured the end of the bandage, and Jared seemed pleased with his work, looking up at Jensen from where he was kneeling on the bathroom floor. “Yeah, but you just need to let me fret about little things from time to time…” His lips formed a small pout that he knew Jensen couldn’t resist, while his hands still lingered on Jensen’s arm.
The smaller man smiled down at him, shrugging. “I’m afraid that if I open that box, I’ll never get it closed again.”
“We’ll see about that.”
When Jared leaned up and kissed him, Jensen melted into it. His arms sneaked around broad shoulders, and he was pulled to a stand when Jared got up to pull him towards the bedroom.
“Don’t you need to finish writing?”
“I’m already interrupted, so it’s the perfect time for a break.” Jared’s hand quickly found its way under Jensen’s shirt and up over smooth skin, making all further protest disappear.
There were a few minutes of fumbling where they seemed unable to decide whether they would actually start undressing or rather stay glued together shoulder to thigh and just keep kissing for the rest of the day. In the end, the prospect of miles of perfect skin was too good. and they broke apart. undressing unceremoniously. Jensen’s fingers gripped unruly brown hair and pulled Jared into one more kiss before flipping them onto the bed with Jared on top of him.
“God, I love it when you do that.”
Jared’s mouth traveled over his lover’s body, mapping the angles and curves of his body, from the strong, stubbled jaw over the rise of the collarbone at the dip of Jensen’s neck down to a flat stomach that just begged to be nipped on. When he finally reached his destination Jensen’s hands were in his hair once again, and Jared grinned as he simultaneously started sucking Jensen down and preparing him - and thank god he always had the lube stored within reach of the bed.
“Shit, Jared… oh fuck, you are gonna be my death one day.”
He chuckled around his mouthful, looking up through the few strands of his bangs that weren’t in Jensen’s grip and drank in the way his partner writhed and keened under his ministrations. In these moments all worry just dropped away, and Jared was wondering how he ever got to have someone like Jensen in his life.
“Fuck, Jared, stop playing around and get down to business.”
Jared pulled off with an intentional popping sound, crawling back up with a grin that said that he just ate the canary. “I thought I went down already…”
An animalistic growl formed in Jensen’s throat, and he flipped Jared around straddling his hips while pulling the taller man’s upper body up by his hair, so their chests rubbed together. “Do I always have to do everything myself?”
“Not everything.” With a grin Jared grabbed Jensen around the waist with long arms and pulled him upwards to properly position him.
“About bloody time…” The rest of his words were swallowed by a gasp, when Jared pulled him down hard and fast. “Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
It was messy and just a little uncoordinated, with Jensen’s arms more than once slipping off Jared’s shoulders, which were covered in a thin film of sweat as he struggled to keep the rhythm. Jared’s face was buried in his lover’s shoulder, nuzzling his neck, nipping and kissing the places that seemed simply irresistible, while pressing his whole body close to Jensen to give him the friction he needed. With a deep groan Jensen threw back his head, wetting both their stomachs and making Jared an offer he just couldn’t refuse.
He bit down hard enough to leave his mark on the freckled skin of Jensen's neck, although not quite hard enough to draw blood and came within a few more strokes. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and messy but satisfied.
When Jared rolled over to look at his boyfriend after a few minutes, Jensen was a mess. His hair stuck to his head with sweat, and his face and arms were still coated in motor oil, grime and a little blood from his injury, while his stomach and ass were all sticky from other things.
“God, Jensen, you’re filthy… and I’ll have to change the linens now, thanks to your garage hands. I’ll hit the shower. I still need to get my word count in today.”
Green eyes looked at him for a long moment, while Jared got out of bed. “I thought we could just stay in bed for a bit…”
“And ruin the linens completely? I don’t think so.” He gave Jensen’s nose a quick peck before closing the bathroom door behind himself. By the time he emerged again, Jensen looked like he had used the second bathroom to get a little cleaned up as well and was currently pulling on a pair of biker gloves to complete the outfit of jeans, leather jacket and boots he was already sporting.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“I’m taking the Honda out for a test ride. Don’t wait up.”
Jared sighed. He knew this mood. It came out quite often lately, and it always made his skin itch. Jensen was feeling bitchy, and Jared knew better than to argue with him when he was like that. He wasn’t sure what had brought this out, especially after they had just had really good sex, but he knew that he would probably be glad if Jensen wasn’t around when he was in this mood.
“Fine… but I wanted to cook us dinner tonight.”
Jensen shrugged as he walked towards the door leading into his beloved garage. Sometimes Jared wanted to burn down the wretched thing.
The vibrations of the motor between his thighs, and the loud purr of the engine were soothing, and Jensen pressed down the throttle, letting the wind rush by noisily and enjoying the exhilarating feeling of driving way too fast. He leaned into the turns expertly, knees close to the ground without touching it. It was what he loved about this sport that had once been his life, but now was only a hobby he indulged in, mainly when he needed to get out of that house.
The thing with protective custody was that he'd had to leave behind everything he once knew. Other than Jared, he had no family left to miss, but he could no longer do the only thing he had ever been good at. His career was over, and there was just nothing he really wanted to do other than ride. The little online shop he had started to repair, tune and restore bikes was doing okay if not great, and at least he could take the bikes for a spin to see how his adjustments worked out. He wasn’t the greatest mechanic, but after years of living on a motorcycle, he knew his way around them better than most, and he knew what made a bike a pleasant drive.
He had set up shop in their garage, because it was easier for the Marshalls to keep track of them if they both worked from home, not that they would stop him if he wanted to start a shop in town, but, after one close brush with death by gunfire, Jared had been reluctant to let them become too exposed. Of course Jared was working from home as well, not like he needed more than his computer and his fingers to type down his latest magazine commentary or work on his new novel. He seemed content to stay in his office cluttered with books from wall to wall as long as Jensen left his boots and the motor oil in the garage.
Jensen sighed slowing down a little to test the more subtle handling of the machine. He couldn’t remember the last time Jared had actually seen any of the bikes he worked on or had set foot into the garage in general. They didn’t really mix well. It was a hard lesson they had to learn once the steady thrill of fear was gone, and they had been brought to their final safe home. The judgments had been dealt, and their testimonies were on file, and officially witness protection was their last stop. The only problem was that after months of fear, court schedules and new safe houses, there was no sense of domesticity left in them, and, once they had settled in, it was painfully clear just how different they were. Jared was an intellectual, a bit of a bookworm, and a news junkie, so wrapped up in his work that he could forget any time or commitments just typing along like a crazy person. Jensen on the other hand was an adrenaline junkie, needing to be out in the fresh air and challenging himself. He wasn't much of a reader, or someone for quiet evenings at home just sitting together but not really doing anything. He was hands on, and he knew that he sometimes drove Jared crazy.
But thing was, he loved that giant bookworm and so he made sure to leave the house regularly to give Jared some quiet and leave him to his work or just get away to make sure he didn’t say something he’d regret, when Jared pulled a thing like today again.
They matched perfectly when it came to the physical relationship. The sex was good and the chemistry amazing. But Jensen wanted to whack Jared over the heard with a crowbar when he ruined the moment like that. Who cared if Jensen was dirty? They had a washer and a shower for a reason. It made him feel like a little child, reprimanded for bringing in a stray. For god’s sake, he was an adult after all.
He reached a high slope with a small, gravelly parking spot at the side of the road and stopped the bike there. Jumping off, he threw his helmet onto the seat and sat down on the grass at the side. There was a tree to lean on, and he closed his eyes letting the warm autumn sun tickle his freckles while he breathed in the too crisp air, trying to find his center once again.
Jared tried to concentrate on his writing, but the words defied him, because his gaze kept on going to the clock every other minute. A frown had been on his face for hours now, and he sighed, rubbing his eyes and closing the document on his computer, defeated. Jensen hadn’t returned yet, and it made his skin crawl to think about it. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but the frequency of Jensen’s trips didn’t help Jared’s anxiety in the least. He never got any work done when Jensen was gone, and it would have made him angry if he didn’t feel so scared. Things hadn't been great between them lately, and, every time Jensen left in a fit, Jared was afraid that he’d never see the other man again. It was torture.
When he finally heard the growling of an engine outside grow louder, a sigh of relief left him, and the tension in his shoulders gradually melted away. The door to the garage opened, and this time Jensen’s socked feet were barely audible as he padded over the wooden floor.
Getting up quickly, Jared left his office leaving his computer sitting open on the desk. Jensen’s hair was ruffled from the helmet, and his face was a little red from the wind. It looked pretty hot. “It’s late.” Jared leaned against the doorway watching as Jensen pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in one go.
“Yeah, well, needed to test the new adjustments I made.”
Jared only gave a noncommittal grunt at that, since he had no idea what exactly Jensen had done to the bike. “Since you didn’t say when you were coming back, I didn’t make dinner after all. But there’s some leftover take out in the fridge.”
Jensen tossed the empty bottle and went to hang up his leather jacket, Jared just standing there watching him move through their home. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go to bed.” He walked past Jared towards the bedroom, only pausing for a moment to stretch up onto his toes to give Jared a quick peck on the corner of his mouth before slinking away into the bedroom, already pulling his shirt over his head. “Night, Jay.”
Standing still in the same spot frowning miserably Jared nodded. “Night, Jen.” He walked back to the office and sat down on his desk once more. It was obvious that Jensen didn’t feel like company, so he might just as well try to catch up on the work that had been neglected while Jensen had taken his joy ride.
The bed was cold as it so often was these days, and Jensen wrapped himself up in a thick cocoon of blankets, trying to grab a few hours of extra sleep, while Jared did what he did best. Lately Jensen had begun to wonder how his boyfriend didn't look like Quasimodo after being hunched over a computer for two thirds of the day.
The muscles in Jensen’s back were stiff from the long ride, only accentuated by the tightness he had already felt before even getting on the bike. He stretched in bed trying to find a comfortable position and cursing at himself for being unable to fall asleep, his mind just wouldn’t shut up. So he just lay there staring at the neon numbers on the alarm clock and wondering if Jared would pull another all-nighter.
It was about three hours later when Jensen heard the door open. He lay still, not willing to let Jared know that he was still awake after going to bed that early. The bed dipped as Jared got in, switching off the light, and for a while there were just two sets of breathing audible in the dark. Finally Jensen started drifting off to sleep. But he still heard the rustling of cloth as Jared turned, bouncing the bed a little and then a set of long arms sneaked around him. Jensen couldn’t help but sigh, turning around and fitting his head into the crook of Jared’s neck.
They didn’t speak but just basked in the comfort of the night, finally falling asleep at last.
... next part...
This was the beginning of the fic. Feel free to comment below and come back next Monday for the second chapter :)
*hugs* Birdie