Old News - Part Eight
Title: Old News
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC17
Summary: The Media always love a scandal - sometimes, though, they don’t look at the tragedy behind the words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!!
A/N: A bit darker than my normal stuff and not jolly or happy. It might disturb some - with mentions of attempted suicide etc. So if you might be upset by this - pass this story by!
Previous chapter
Present Day
We bring you exclusive pictures from outside the hospital as Jensen Ackles is released. A short statement from Mr Ackle’s representative was given to us earlier. Mr Ackles wishes us to know that he is recovering from his ordeal and he is grateful for the support of his family and his co-star, Mr Padalecki. That is all we have at this time, but keep watching for more exclusives.”
***
Jared let his hand rest on the handle of Jensen’s wheelchair. He felt exhausted, dirty and all he wanted was to go home and shower and then sleep for weeks.
Jensen looked tired, worn; his body slumped in the chair, a blanket wrapped round his shoulder like an old man. Jared never thought he would see his best friend, his lover, like this and it hurts him so much he could barely breathe.
Jensen had been released on the conditions that he saw a psychiatrist and that he wasn’t left alone. The second condition, Jared could do because he had no intentions of leaving Jensen alone, ever again.
***
Jared’s apartment smelt of dogs and sweat and Jensen collapsed into the bed, his arm over his eyes, his stomach tight and nervous, free from hospital but not free from any of the problems his suicide attempt had caused.
The first thing he had had to do was to stop Jared from ripping Danneel apart, either verbally or physically, the younger man angrier than Jensen had ever seen him.
Strangely, he knew Jared understood why Danneel felt the way she did, but Sandy had been hurt too and yet she had maintained an air of quiet dignity; she had been angry but had not retaliated.
Jensen watched as Jared moved around the bedroom, giving Jensen his medicine, making sure he had juice, books, something to eat. It was like being with his momma all over again and he wondered if Jared knew he was doing it or if he was just acting on impulse.
“Sit down.” Jensen was aware that he didn’t sound as stern as he wanted to, but he couldn’t stand to see Jared moving about any longer. Jared was a twitching heap of uncontrollable energy at the best of times, but in present circumstances he was three times as bad. “Come on Jay, please, sit down for just a minute - before you fall down dude.”
“I just want…” Jared slumped onto the bed next to Jensen, his arm, automatically wrapping around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling the older man closer, his nose burying itself into Jensen’s hair, his breath coming in soft, hissing pants, the wetness seeping into Jensen’s collar indicating that Jared was crying again.
“Jay...” Jensen took Jared’s chin in his hand. “I’m not dead - ok? - I’m right here - I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“You - you nearly died,” Jared’s voice hitched, “you nearly fucking died!”
“I’m sorry.” Jensen bit his lip. “I’m so sorry.”
“The press followed me today you know?” Jared, stated, his voice hoarse. “They know you are here - hell they are probably out there now. They tried to get your momma to talk to them, tell them something. They won’t leave us alone you know and they won’t leave your family alone either, they will keep on and on until we say something, anything to them.” His breath hitched again.
“Then let’s call our agents and get some sort of statement together.”
“Saying what?”
“That we are together - you and I - in every sense of the word - that we are and, have been, lovers for almost three years now and that we intend our relationship to last.”
Jared stilled for a moment, his hand on Jensen’s hair, fingers gripping tight. “You mean that?” He asked voice harsh. “Really mean it?”
“I really mean it Jared, fuck Danneel, she wanted to break me and she almost did, but she won’t break us Jared, I swear, she won’t break us.”
***
Next time Jensen opened his eyes, he was aware of something hard pressing up against his hip and he smiled, wryly, as he realised it was Jared’s erection.
It had been weeks since they last had sex; he remembered their desperate groping and humping in the motel room, remembered how confused and worried he had been when Jared had spoken to Danneel and how Jensen had had to confess everything.
Jensen felt tired but the feel of Jared’s body pressed against his own was too much; too much to ignore. He let his hand drift downwards and stroke across Jared’s hip, his thigh and then against the soft curve of his ass.
“You don’t have to,” Jared’s voice was sleepy but his hips canted forward almost subconsciously and Jensen smiled, nipping at Jared’s lips with his own, his hand wrapping around Jared’s already hard cock and caressing the head, silky and warm.
“I want to,” Jensen murmured, his hand speeding up, “I want to do this.”
Jared moaned, his lips crashing down onto Jensen’s, his own hands coming up around Jensen’s waist and pulling him closer so that they fitted together, cocks rubbing, thighs touching, feet tangling together beneath the covers.
It was slower, less desperate than the time in the motel and Jensen realised that, for himself, it was life affirming sex. Sex which meant he was still here on this Earth and that Jared was with him and they were both ok.
He remembered their very first encounter, all those years ago. Jared had been a boy then, skinnier, shy, big goofy grins and hesitant touches. Jensen had thought it was all about the physical act then, all about lust, passion, and the need to get their hands on each other and just come.
Now he realised that, to Jared, it had never been just sex. Jared’s touches, his gentle kisses, his surprising tenderness had always meant more. Jared had wanted this from the beginning, he had never wanted to hide, never wanted to deceive. It had been Jensen’s idea, Jensen’s fucking fault that everything had gone to hell in a hand basket.
Now Jared was moaning into his mouth, his legs wrapping up around Jensen’s hips, his hands in Jensen’s hair. Jensen felt tears sting his lashes and he pushed himself impossibly closer to Jared, feeling the younger man moan and come, warm liquid covering their bellies, hips and thighs, Jared’s head flopping down to rest on Jensen’s shoulder, biting into tender flesh.
Jensen came with a whimper, Jared stroking him through it. They lay for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses.
“I love you,” Jensen said, finally, his head resting against Jared’s chest, his eyes feeling heavy and tired again, “and I really am sorry,” he sighed and rubbed Jared’s head through his hair, soft and silky. “Are we good now?”
“Yeah!” Jared smiled. “We’re good.”
“Its not going to be easy you know?” Jensen whispered, his stomach clenching. “It is never going to be easy.”
“Love never is,” Jared said, still grinning, dimples and teeth full on and happy. “But that's what makes it all the more exciting.” He turned his head and pressed his lips onto Jensen’s. “We are gonna be ok Jensen, we are gonna be ok.”
All Jensen could do was hope that Jared was right.
Final chapter
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC17
Summary: The Media always love a scandal - sometimes, though, they don’t look at the tragedy behind the words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!!
A/N: A bit darker than my normal stuff and not jolly or happy. It might disturb some - with mentions of attempted suicide etc. So if you might be upset by this - pass this story by!
Previous chapter
Present Day
We bring you exclusive pictures from outside the hospital as Jensen Ackles is released. A short statement from Mr Ackle’s representative was given to us earlier. Mr Ackles wishes us to know that he is recovering from his ordeal and he is grateful for the support of his family and his co-star, Mr Padalecki. That is all we have at this time, but keep watching for more exclusives.”
***
Jared let his hand rest on the handle of Jensen’s wheelchair. He felt exhausted, dirty and all he wanted was to go home and shower and then sleep for weeks.
Jensen looked tired, worn; his body slumped in the chair, a blanket wrapped round his shoulder like an old man. Jared never thought he would see his best friend, his lover, like this and it hurts him so much he could barely breathe.
Jensen had been released on the conditions that he saw a psychiatrist and that he wasn’t left alone. The second condition, Jared could do because he had no intentions of leaving Jensen alone, ever again.
***
Jared’s apartment smelt of dogs and sweat and Jensen collapsed into the bed, his arm over his eyes, his stomach tight and nervous, free from hospital but not free from any of the problems his suicide attempt had caused.
The first thing he had had to do was to stop Jared from ripping Danneel apart, either verbally or physically, the younger man angrier than Jensen had ever seen him.
Strangely, he knew Jared understood why Danneel felt the way she did, but Sandy had been hurt too and yet she had maintained an air of quiet dignity; she had been angry but had not retaliated.
Jensen watched as Jared moved around the bedroom, giving Jensen his medicine, making sure he had juice, books, something to eat. It was like being with his momma all over again and he wondered if Jared knew he was doing it or if he was just acting on impulse.
“Sit down.” Jensen was aware that he didn’t sound as stern as he wanted to, but he couldn’t stand to see Jared moving about any longer. Jared was a twitching heap of uncontrollable energy at the best of times, but in present circumstances he was three times as bad. “Come on Jay, please, sit down for just a minute - before you fall down dude.”
“I just want…” Jared slumped onto the bed next to Jensen, his arm, automatically wrapping around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling the older man closer, his nose burying itself into Jensen’s hair, his breath coming in soft, hissing pants, the wetness seeping into Jensen’s collar indicating that Jared was crying again.
“Jay...” Jensen took Jared’s chin in his hand. “I’m not dead - ok? - I’m right here - I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“You - you nearly died,” Jared’s voice hitched, “you nearly fucking died!”
“I’m sorry.” Jensen bit his lip. “I’m so sorry.”
“The press followed me today you know?” Jared, stated, his voice hoarse. “They know you are here - hell they are probably out there now. They tried to get your momma to talk to them, tell them something. They won’t leave us alone you know and they won’t leave your family alone either, they will keep on and on until we say something, anything to them.” His breath hitched again.
“Then let’s call our agents and get some sort of statement together.”
“Saying what?”
“That we are together - you and I - in every sense of the word - that we are and, have been, lovers for almost three years now and that we intend our relationship to last.”
Jared stilled for a moment, his hand on Jensen’s hair, fingers gripping tight. “You mean that?” He asked voice harsh. “Really mean it?”
“I really mean it Jared, fuck Danneel, she wanted to break me and she almost did, but she won’t break us Jared, I swear, she won’t break us.”
***
Next time Jensen opened his eyes, he was aware of something hard pressing up against his hip and he smiled, wryly, as he realised it was Jared’s erection.
It had been weeks since they last had sex; he remembered their desperate groping and humping in the motel room, remembered how confused and worried he had been when Jared had spoken to Danneel and how Jensen had had to confess everything.
Jensen felt tired but the feel of Jared’s body pressed against his own was too much; too much to ignore. He let his hand drift downwards and stroke across Jared’s hip, his thigh and then against the soft curve of his ass.
“You don’t have to,” Jared’s voice was sleepy but his hips canted forward almost subconsciously and Jensen smiled, nipping at Jared’s lips with his own, his hand wrapping around Jared’s already hard cock and caressing the head, silky and warm.
“I want to,” Jensen murmured, his hand speeding up, “I want to do this.”
Jared moaned, his lips crashing down onto Jensen’s, his own hands coming up around Jensen’s waist and pulling him closer so that they fitted together, cocks rubbing, thighs touching, feet tangling together beneath the covers.
It was slower, less desperate than the time in the motel and Jensen realised that, for himself, it was life affirming sex. Sex which meant he was still here on this Earth and that Jared was with him and they were both ok.
He remembered their very first encounter, all those years ago. Jared had been a boy then, skinnier, shy, big goofy grins and hesitant touches. Jensen had thought it was all about the physical act then, all about lust, passion, and the need to get their hands on each other and just come.
Now he realised that, to Jared, it had never been just sex. Jared’s touches, his gentle kisses, his surprising tenderness had always meant more. Jared had wanted this from the beginning, he had never wanted to hide, never wanted to deceive. It had been Jensen’s idea, Jensen’s fucking fault that everything had gone to hell in a hand basket.
Now Jared was moaning into his mouth, his legs wrapping up around Jensen’s hips, his hands in Jensen’s hair. Jensen felt tears sting his lashes and he pushed himself impossibly closer to Jared, feeling the younger man moan and come, warm liquid covering their bellies, hips and thighs, Jared’s head flopping down to rest on Jensen’s shoulder, biting into tender flesh.
Jensen came with a whimper, Jared stroking him through it. They lay for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses.
“I love you,” Jensen said, finally, his head resting against Jared’s chest, his eyes feeling heavy and tired again, “and I really am sorry,” he sighed and rubbed Jared’s head through his hair, soft and silky. “Are we good now?”
“Yeah!” Jared smiled. “We’re good.”
“Its not going to be easy you know?” Jensen whispered, his stomach clenching. “It is never going to be easy.”
“Love never is,” Jared said, still grinning, dimples and teeth full on and happy. “But that's what makes it all the more exciting.” He turned his head and pressed his lips onto Jensen’s. “We are gonna be ok Jensen, we are gonna be ok.”
All Jensen could do was hope that Jared was right.
Final chapter