I Told You So - Chapter 7 of 7 - Complete
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.
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Chris hugs his half-empty glass of beer. It is warm and unappealing and he glances at his watch, wondering, not for the first time, if Jared is going to come. ”
Chris is pretty sure of himself and he is pretty sure of Jared. He knows that the younger man still harbours feelings for him. He saw Jared’s reaction when he turned up today, he saw Jared’s obvious excitement when he gave him head. He knows that Jared has shacked up with this other guy, but - come on - Jared is his, always has been, always will be.
Finally, he looks up and sees Jared enter the bar. The younger man is dressed in baggy jeans and a light blue shirt, open at the neck to give the patrons of the bar a glimpse of his long elegant neck, his tanned skin. Chris wants to get up, to bite into that soft brown flesh, to mark, to own. He smiles to himself and throws back the rest of his beer.
He knew Jared would show.
***
Jared sees Chris before the smaller man sees him. Chris is wearing his black shirt, black jeans and silver Stetson. He looks every inch the cowboy and Jared remembers what it was like to fall in love with Chris, what it was like to have Chris as his own.
Jared swallows hard. Five years of his life, five good years and Chris had them all. He gave Chris everything. He went to all of Chris’s gigs, waited around whilst Chris talked songs and music with his band, he kept house for Chris, cooked for him, cleaned, did everything he could to be a good boyfriend, a good lover, a good friend.
Yet Chris had left him.
Jared didn’t understand then and he doesn’t understand now. Chris left him and now Chris wanted him back. It didn’t make any sense; there was no rhyme or reason to it. He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, feeling the sweat that was pooling there. He didn’t know why he was so nervous and he wished that Jensen would hurry up and get here.
He didn’t want to do this alone.
***
Jensen is still in his uniform when he rushes into the bar. He sees the cocky cowboy leaning back on his stool, sees Jared hovering in the doorway, biting his lip and glancing at his watch. Jensen feels a strange sense of relief and moves over quickly, taking Jared by the shoulders and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
“Hey,” he can feel Jared trembling; see the fear in those beloved hazel eyes. He strokes a hand down Jared’s back, calming him, “hey baby, I’m here, don’t worry, I’m here.”
***
Chris sees the guy that Jared lives with and he feels anger well up inside him. The guy wears a medic’s uniform that is stretched across a broad chest, his green eyes bright and filled with affection. Chris feels a strange sense of desperation, mixed with jealousy and hatred.
How could Jared choose this guy over him? What could this guy give him that Chris couldn’t?
They are holding hands as they walk over and Chris feels sick. He stares at their fingers clasped together, an intimate, loving gesture. Chris never held Jared’s hand in public, never showed him that much affection. Hell, he didn’t even know that Jared liked that sort of thing.
“Chris,” Jared’s voice was stronger than he remembered and, suddenly, he realises that Jared has grown up, has become a man and Chris missed it, Chris was too busy being a star, Chris was too busy building a career. He missed the fact that Jared was changing; he missed the fact that Jared was a person too.
“Jared,” suddenly he knows what a fucking fool he has been. This is not about what he wanted, what he feels he should have. He really, truly does love the guy, always did love him, trouble was, he was too busy loving himself to realise it.
“This is Jensen - erm - you guys weren’t ever properly introduced.”
“Hi Jensen,” Chris is hurting, he can feel envy pooling in his stomach like bile, he wants to vomit, wants to run but he can’t. He can only stare at Jared, so tall and so proud, eyes full of love for the guy next to him.
“Chris,” Jensen takes his hand and shakes it and Chris realises, with another jolt that this guy is handsome, this guy is gorgeous and he loves Jared and Jared, obviously, loves him too.
“I’m sorry,” and those words have never come out of Chris’s mouth before. He was always too stubborn or too proud and, truth be told, he very rarely thought he was ever in the wrong, “I was a complete fucking ass and I deserve a fist in the face and I wouldn’t blame you if you punched me, wouldn’t blame you at all.”
“I’m not gonna punch you,” Jensen perches on the stool next to Chris’s and orders two beers. Jared stands next to him, his big hand on his shoulder. Chris sees those long fingers caressing Jensen’s neck, touching his hair, his chin. The gesture is intimate, almost sensual and Jensen leans into the touch, almost without realising what he is doing.
“I’m glad you came,” Chris’s throat hurts and he swallows, “I wanted to tell you I’m going back to LA, hell, I shouldn’t have come here in the first place, it was the wrong thing to do, you can never fucking go home again, that’s for sure.”
“Will you keep in touch?” Jared looks as if he really cares, “I missed you.”
“I’ll write,” Chris nods, pulling his Stetson tight over his eyes, so that Jared couldn’t see the tears that were forming, “I promise and I’ll devote my next single to the pair of you.”
“Cool,” Jensen’s hand came out and squeezed his thigh gently. Chris could see the kindness and knowledge in his green eyes, see that Jensen really knew the truth.
“Take care of him Jensen,” Chris stood up, legs wobbling, “he’s a good man.”
“I know it,” Jensen smiles, “and I will, don’t you worry,” he shakes Chris’s hand again, “I’ll never hurt him, I promise you that.”
Jared lurched to his feet and pulled Chris into an awkward hug. Chris leaned into it, wiping tear smeared eyes on Jared’s cotton shirt, feeling those strong arms around him one last time.
“I - I - thank you Chris,” Jared said, his own throat thick, “I - I won’t ever forget you - you know that - don’t you?”
“Sure,” Chris composed himself and pulled away, “be good Jared.”
As he walked out of the bar and out of Jared’s life, he heard the jukebox whirr and click and the sultry tone of Carrie Underwood fills the air.
Chris lowers his head and tears start to fall in earnest as he hears the words ‘I told you so,” because, at that moment, he feels as if she is singing just for him.
End
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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.
Previous chapter
Choices
Chris hugs his half-empty glass of beer. It is warm and unappealing and he glances at his watch, wondering, not for the first time, if Jared is going to come. ”
Chris is pretty sure of himself and he is pretty sure of Jared. He knows that the younger man still harbours feelings for him. He saw Jared’s reaction when he turned up today, he saw Jared’s obvious excitement when he gave him head. He knows that Jared has shacked up with this other guy, but - come on - Jared is his, always has been, always will be.
Finally, he looks up and sees Jared enter the bar. The younger man is dressed in baggy jeans and a light blue shirt, open at the neck to give the patrons of the bar a glimpse of his long elegant neck, his tanned skin. Chris wants to get up, to bite into that soft brown flesh, to mark, to own. He smiles to himself and throws back the rest of his beer.
He knew Jared would show.
***
Jared sees Chris before the smaller man sees him. Chris is wearing his black shirt, black jeans and silver Stetson. He looks every inch the cowboy and Jared remembers what it was like to fall in love with Chris, what it was like to have Chris as his own.
Jared swallows hard. Five years of his life, five good years and Chris had them all. He gave Chris everything. He went to all of Chris’s gigs, waited around whilst Chris talked songs and music with his band, he kept house for Chris, cooked for him, cleaned, did everything he could to be a good boyfriend, a good lover, a good friend.
Yet Chris had left him.
Jared didn’t understand then and he doesn’t understand now. Chris left him and now Chris wanted him back. It didn’t make any sense; there was no rhyme or reason to it. He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, feeling the sweat that was pooling there. He didn’t know why he was so nervous and he wished that Jensen would hurry up and get here.
He didn’t want to do this alone.
***
Jensen is still in his uniform when he rushes into the bar. He sees the cocky cowboy leaning back on his stool, sees Jared hovering in the doorway, biting his lip and glancing at his watch. Jensen feels a strange sense of relief and moves over quickly, taking Jared by the shoulders and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
“Hey,” he can feel Jared trembling; see the fear in those beloved hazel eyes. He strokes a hand down Jared’s back, calming him, “hey baby, I’m here, don’t worry, I’m here.”
***
Chris sees the guy that Jared lives with and he feels anger well up inside him. The guy wears a medic’s uniform that is stretched across a broad chest, his green eyes bright and filled with affection. Chris feels a strange sense of desperation, mixed with jealousy and hatred.
How could Jared choose this guy over him? What could this guy give him that Chris couldn’t?
They are holding hands as they walk over and Chris feels sick. He stares at their fingers clasped together, an intimate, loving gesture. Chris never held Jared’s hand in public, never showed him that much affection. Hell, he didn’t even know that Jared liked that sort of thing.
“Chris,” Jared’s voice was stronger than he remembered and, suddenly, he realises that Jared has grown up, has become a man and Chris missed it, Chris was too busy being a star, Chris was too busy building a career. He missed the fact that Jared was changing; he missed the fact that Jared was a person too.
“Jared,” suddenly he knows what a fucking fool he has been. This is not about what he wanted, what he feels he should have. He really, truly does love the guy, always did love him, trouble was, he was too busy loving himself to realise it.
“This is Jensen - erm - you guys weren’t ever properly introduced.”
“Hi Jensen,” Chris is hurting, he can feel envy pooling in his stomach like bile, he wants to vomit, wants to run but he can’t. He can only stare at Jared, so tall and so proud, eyes full of love for the guy next to him.
“Chris,” Jensen takes his hand and shakes it and Chris realises, with another jolt that this guy is handsome, this guy is gorgeous and he loves Jared and Jared, obviously, loves him too.
“I’m sorry,” and those words have never come out of Chris’s mouth before. He was always too stubborn or too proud and, truth be told, he very rarely thought he was ever in the wrong, “I was a complete fucking ass and I deserve a fist in the face and I wouldn’t blame you if you punched me, wouldn’t blame you at all.”
“I’m not gonna punch you,” Jensen perches on the stool next to Chris’s and orders two beers. Jared stands next to him, his big hand on his shoulder. Chris sees those long fingers caressing Jensen’s neck, touching his hair, his chin. The gesture is intimate, almost sensual and Jensen leans into the touch, almost without realising what he is doing.
“I’m glad you came,” Chris’s throat hurts and he swallows, “I wanted to tell you I’m going back to LA, hell, I shouldn’t have come here in the first place, it was the wrong thing to do, you can never fucking go home again, that’s for sure.”
“Will you keep in touch?” Jared looks as if he really cares, “I missed you.”
“I’ll write,” Chris nods, pulling his Stetson tight over his eyes, so that Jared couldn’t see the tears that were forming, “I promise and I’ll devote my next single to the pair of you.”
“Cool,” Jensen’s hand came out and squeezed his thigh gently. Chris could see the kindness and knowledge in his green eyes, see that Jensen really knew the truth.
“Take care of him Jensen,” Chris stood up, legs wobbling, “he’s a good man.”
“I know it,” Jensen smiles, “and I will, don’t you worry,” he shakes Chris’s hand again, “I’ll never hurt him, I promise you that.”
Jared lurched to his feet and pulled Chris into an awkward hug. Chris leaned into it, wiping tear smeared eyes on Jared’s cotton shirt, feeling those strong arms around him one last time.
“I - I - thank you Chris,” Jared said, his own throat thick, “I - I won’t ever forget you - you know that - don’t you?”
“Sure,” Chris composed himself and pulled away, “be good Jared.”
As he walked out of the bar and out of Jared’s life, he heard the jukebox whirr and click and the sultry tone of Carrie Underwood fills the air.
Chris lowers his head and tears start to fall in earnest as he hears the words ‘I told you so,” because, at that moment, he feels as if she is singing just for him.
End
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