I Told You So - Chapter 2
Title: I Told You So
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Chris/Jared. Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris wants Jared but there is something he wants more. When he leaves the love of his life alone, Jared is broken. What will Chris do when he finds out someone else has picked up the pieces and Chris can never go home again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jared or Jensen or Chris. I don’t own anything even this idea.
This is for magser - who wanted this so much and gave me the plot bunny!!
The title is from a song from Carrie Underwood that I heard for the first time tonight. Hope you like this Mags!
Previous chapter
Jared
Jared sat at the end of the bed, hands hanging loosely between his knees, fingers clenched, head resting on his knuckles.”
He couldn’t stop crying; it was stupid really and totally wrong, but his throat hurt so much it was an almost physical pain, so hot and uncomfortable, his whole body aching.
Chris’s wardrobe was empty, nothing there, a big chasm where Chris should be.
Jared didn’t know, didn’t understand what he had done. He couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t get it clear in his mind. Chris had left him and he had nothing, he was nothing.
He wanted Chris to make it. He wanted him to be successful. He had always realised where Chris’s ambitions lay and this was one of the reasons he was so in love with the guy. He supported Chris and he loved him. He would have been more than happy to go to Los Angeles with him. He would have given up his job, this apartment, anything. Yeah, he would have given up anything for Chris, but he never got the chance.
***
Then
He had gone to the church picnic at his friend’s urging. He was new to University and, to be honest, a little green, a little rough around the edges. He had always been shy and, despite his height and looks, he had always tried to hide himself away at social events, conscious that he was often bigger, clumsier, gawkier than anyone else was.
He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the cocky cowboy, with his long dark hair and big black Stetson. He had found him fascinating, sexy, the sort of guy he would like to get to know. He had been amazed and flattered when Chris had swaggered over to him and offered to buy him a drink.
Things had sort of moved on from there. Jared knew he was gay but had hidden the fact from both family and friends. He had confessed to his roommate at University but that was as far as it went. Now, confronted by this small, handsome ball of energy, he wanted to put it into practise but he wasn’t sure how.
He was a virgin and terrified, yet Chris had been, surprisingly, gentle. He had wooed Jared with songs and silly gifts like cuddly bears and flowers. Jared had found himself increasingly turned on and, finally, he got the invitation he had been waiting for when Chris turned to him and said.
“Do you want to be Tonto to my Lone Ranger?”
Chris had taken him home and laid him on his huge waterbed. He had stripped Jared of his clothing, slowly and teasingly, buttons undone one by one, zips pulled down with care and attention, nipples teased and bitten, belly button licked and sucked, tongue moving roughly across every part of his skin until Jared had been mad with lust.
Sex had been mind blowing and Jared had given in to it without a fight. He was happy to be bottom, happy to submit to anything that Chris wanted. He fell and he fell hard, infatuated with the older man and almost pathetically grateful that he seemed to feel the same way.
***
Now
Five years down the line and alone, Jared realised that he had been wrong.
Chris had never loved him with the same intensity. Chris, obviously, looked at him like some sort of inconvenience, someone who was holding him back, keeping him from the success he so dearly deserved.
Jared bowed his head down low, tears still flowing freely from his eyes.
He wondered, randomly, if he would ever stop crying.
***
Jared kept the apartment and kept working.
He couldn’t go home. He had come out, tentatively, to his parents and they had, grudgingly, accepted him. They had met Chris on several occasions and, whilst they were polite enough, they obviously didn’t like him and thought he was a bad influence on Jared.
The last thing he wanted now was to hear someone say “I told you so”.
He turned down all social invitations, spending his days working and his nights at home in his empty apartment, getting drunk on cold beer or laying alone under the crisp silk sheets, his hand round his own cock, tears smearing down his face, Chris’s presence haunting him more than any ghost.
***
He slipped further into himself, not eating or sleeping, unable to concentrate on anything. He was existing, not living and he buried his broken heart beneath the surface, feeling nothing more than comfortably numb.
Two months after Chris had left; he heard his song on the radio.
He was driving and had to pull over, his throat closing as that familiar voice echoed around him, telling tales of love, devotion and desire. Jared’s head dropped between his knees and he fumbled with the door, falling out onto the hard tarmac and vomiting up the contents of his stomach, sobbing and moaning, unable to stop the tears or the sickness.
“Are you ok?” A voice, low and gentle, accompanied by a hand on his back, rubbing, “Can you get up?”
Jared rolled onto his hands and knees, his head hanging between his shoulder blades. He lifted his eyes to see the paramedic kneeling beside him, concern obvious on his face.
“Just feelin’ sick,” he felt embarrassed, his old shyness returning with vengeance, mortified to be found like this, sick on the side of the road because he heard his old lover singing on the fucking radio.
“You look bad man,” the medic frowned, “I think I’m going to take you in.”
“No - please - I’m ok,” Jared’s attempts to stand made his last statement a lie and the paramedic sighed, wrapping his arms around Jared’s shoulders and hauling him up, supporting him on broad shoulders, despite their obvious height difference.
“Just humour me,” the paramedic half dragged, half carried him over to his vehicle and helped him in, laying him down on the soft bed, running a hand over his forehead, “I’m gonna take you in and get you checked out. A few blood tests ok? You look as if you are malnourished - have you been eating?”
“Not so much,” Jared felt his eyes grow heavy as he lay there, strangely content, enjoying the feeling of someone caring.
“I see,” the man smiled and Jared found himself looking for the first time.
He was smaller than Jared, but not by too much. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular and firm. Beneath his shirt, his belly was soft and round, his thighs taut, his legs a little bowed as if he rode horses or something. His hair was military short, dirty blond and spiked at the top. He had soft green eyes and a smattering of freckles across his nose. His, slightly parted lips pink and full like a woman’s.
“See something you like?” The man was grinning, his expression kind, humour in his eyes.
“Maybe,” Jared was feeling strange now, disconnected and he smiled as the paramedic moved closer, rubbing his hand across his forehead once more.
“Then hold on to that thought and get some rest,” the man said, “let’s get you to hospital.”
“Will you come in with me?” It was a pathetic thing to ask, but Jared felt too tired, too vulnerable and he needed someone right now.
“Yeah - of course,” the man’s soothing voice was the last thing he heard as he slipped into sleep, “I’m not gonna leave you,” he reassured and Jared drifted away with a smile on his face.
Next chapter
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Chris/Jared. Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris wants Jared but there is something he wants more. When he leaves the love of his life alone, Jared is broken. What will Chris do when he finds out someone else has picked up the pieces and Chris can never go home again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jared or Jensen or Chris. I don’t own anything even this idea.
This is for magser - who wanted this so much and gave me the plot bunny!!
The title is from a song from Carrie Underwood that I heard for the first time tonight. Hope you like this Mags!
Previous chapter
Jared
Jared sat at the end of the bed, hands hanging loosely between his knees, fingers clenched, head resting on his knuckles.”
He couldn’t stop crying; it was stupid really and totally wrong, but his throat hurt so much it was an almost physical pain, so hot and uncomfortable, his whole body aching.
Chris’s wardrobe was empty, nothing there, a big chasm where Chris should be.
Jared didn’t know, didn’t understand what he had done. He couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t get it clear in his mind. Chris had left him and he had nothing, he was nothing.
He wanted Chris to make it. He wanted him to be successful. He had always realised where Chris’s ambitions lay and this was one of the reasons he was so in love with the guy. He supported Chris and he loved him. He would have been more than happy to go to Los Angeles with him. He would have given up his job, this apartment, anything. Yeah, he would have given up anything for Chris, but he never got the chance.
***
Then
He had gone to the church picnic at his friend’s urging. He was new to University and, to be honest, a little green, a little rough around the edges. He had always been shy and, despite his height and looks, he had always tried to hide himself away at social events, conscious that he was often bigger, clumsier, gawkier than anyone else was.
He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the cocky cowboy, with his long dark hair and big black Stetson. He had found him fascinating, sexy, the sort of guy he would like to get to know. He had been amazed and flattered when Chris had swaggered over to him and offered to buy him a drink.
Things had sort of moved on from there. Jared knew he was gay but had hidden the fact from both family and friends. He had confessed to his roommate at University but that was as far as it went. Now, confronted by this small, handsome ball of energy, he wanted to put it into practise but he wasn’t sure how.
He was a virgin and terrified, yet Chris had been, surprisingly, gentle. He had wooed Jared with songs and silly gifts like cuddly bears and flowers. Jared had found himself increasingly turned on and, finally, he got the invitation he had been waiting for when Chris turned to him and said.
“Do you want to be Tonto to my Lone Ranger?”
Chris had taken him home and laid him on his huge waterbed. He had stripped Jared of his clothing, slowly and teasingly, buttons undone one by one, zips pulled down with care and attention, nipples teased and bitten, belly button licked and sucked, tongue moving roughly across every part of his skin until Jared had been mad with lust.
Sex had been mind blowing and Jared had given in to it without a fight. He was happy to be bottom, happy to submit to anything that Chris wanted. He fell and he fell hard, infatuated with the older man and almost pathetically grateful that he seemed to feel the same way.
***
Now
Five years down the line and alone, Jared realised that he had been wrong.
Chris had never loved him with the same intensity. Chris, obviously, looked at him like some sort of inconvenience, someone who was holding him back, keeping him from the success he so dearly deserved.
Jared bowed his head down low, tears still flowing freely from his eyes.
He wondered, randomly, if he would ever stop crying.
***
Jared kept the apartment and kept working.
He couldn’t go home. He had come out, tentatively, to his parents and they had, grudgingly, accepted him. They had met Chris on several occasions and, whilst they were polite enough, they obviously didn’t like him and thought he was a bad influence on Jared.
The last thing he wanted now was to hear someone say “I told you so”.
He turned down all social invitations, spending his days working and his nights at home in his empty apartment, getting drunk on cold beer or laying alone under the crisp silk sheets, his hand round his own cock, tears smearing down his face, Chris’s presence haunting him more than any ghost.
***
He slipped further into himself, not eating or sleeping, unable to concentrate on anything. He was existing, not living and he buried his broken heart beneath the surface, feeling nothing more than comfortably numb.
Two months after Chris had left; he heard his song on the radio.
He was driving and had to pull over, his throat closing as that familiar voice echoed around him, telling tales of love, devotion and desire. Jared’s head dropped between his knees and he fumbled with the door, falling out onto the hard tarmac and vomiting up the contents of his stomach, sobbing and moaning, unable to stop the tears or the sickness.
“Are you ok?” A voice, low and gentle, accompanied by a hand on his back, rubbing, “Can you get up?”
Jared rolled onto his hands and knees, his head hanging between his shoulder blades. He lifted his eyes to see the paramedic kneeling beside him, concern obvious on his face.
“Just feelin’ sick,” he felt embarrassed, his old shyness returning with vengeance, mortified to be found like this, sick on the side of the road because he heard his old lover singing on the fucking radio.
“You look bad man,” the medic frowned, “I think I’m going to take you in.”
“No - please - I’m ok,” Jared’s attempts to stand made his last statement a lie and the paramedic sighed, wrapping his arms around Jared’s shoulders and hauling him up, supporting him on broad shoulders, despite their obvious height difference.
“Just humour me,” the paramedic half dragged, half carried him over to his vehicle and helped him in, laying him down on the soft bed, running a hand over his forehead, “I’m gonna take you in and get you checked out. A few blood tests ok? You look as if you are malnourished - have you been eating?”
“Not so much,” Jared felt his eyes grow heavy as he lay there, strangely content, enjoying the feeling of someone caring.
“I see,” the man smiled and Jared found himself looking for the first time.
He was smaller than Jared, but not by too much. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular and firm. Beneath his shirt, his belly was soft and round, his thighs taut, his legs a little bowed as if he rode horses or something. His hair was military short, dirty blond and spiked at the top. He had soft green eyes and a smattering of freckles across his nose. His, slightly parted lips pink and full like a woman’s.
“See something you like?” The man was grinning, his expression kind, humour in his eyes.
“Maybe,” Jared was feeling strange now, disconnected and he smiled as the paramedic moved closer, rubbing his hand across his forehead once more.
“Then hold on to that thought and get some rest,” the man said, “let’s get you to hospital.”
“Will you come in with me?” It was a pathetic thing to ask, but Jared felt too tired, too vulnerable and he needed someone right now.
“Yeah - of course,” the man’s soothing voice was the last thing he heard as he slipped into sleep, “I’m not gonna leave you,” he reassured and Jared drifted away with a smile on his face.
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