Fic: Jensen's Choice (J2, NC-17)

May 31, 2016 09:34

Chapter Two

As soon as they were outside, Jared spun Jensen around and shoved him up hard against the side of the building, pinning his wrists to the wall. He shoved a knee in between Jensen’s thighs and then leaned in close, his pupils large and dark.

Jared met Jensen’s eyes searchingly and apparently found whatever he was looking for because he smiled-fucking dimples-and then his lips crashed into Jensen’s, claiming his mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. Jensen parted his lips and widened his stance, welcoming Jared’s insistent tongue into his mouth and groaning as the biker’s knee pressed up against his balls. Jensen’s dick began to swell, pressing against his zipper, and when Jared moved his hot mouth to Jensen’s neck and began to suck and bite in earnest, Jensen honestly thought he was going to come in his pants like a teenager.

Jared pulled away and Jensen whined. Jared smiled again, wolfish and pleased.

“I have been wanting to do that for ten years,” he said.

Jensen must’ve looked as puzzled as he felt because brief hurt flashed in Jared’s eyes and then he sighed. “Yeah. Figures. I guess I was a lot smaller back then. A lot younger too. You wouldn’t have looked at me twice.”

Jensen stared up at him and something about the floppy hair and eager, dimpled face began to seem familiar.

“No way,” he said. “JD’s kid?”

Jared nodded.

“Wow! You grew up…wow!”

Jared grinned again and Jensen was pretty sure that if he’d had a tail it would’ve been wagging.

Jensen licked his lips. He could still taste Jared on them. “So, uh, I’m sorry about JD. What happened?”

Jared’s face darkened. “Shot. In the back of the head. We never figured out who did it.”

Jensen frowned, because that just didn’t track. Pellegrino’s VP got shot; he should’ve moved Heaven and Earth to find the killer.

Jared stepped away and then tugged at Jensen’s arm. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

Jared had a black and chrome Dyna Switchback and Jensen gave it a long, low whistle and a nod of approval. “Nice.”

Jared climbed on and then patted the seat behind him. “Don’t fuck up my center of gravity. I put her down because of you, and I’ll put you down, you hear me?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and slid on behind Jared, sitting pressed up against him. It had been a long time since he’d been on a bike and he’d missed it.

When Jensen had arrived home from the clinic in Switzerland, he’d been clean four years, but psychologically he’d still been a fucking mess.

The first week he’d moped around the house, playing X-box games and refusing to talk to anyone. His mom’s solution had been to have his dad arrange an additional Black Amex for Jensen, added to their own account. She’d told him to go shopping and cheer himself up.

Jensen had bought himself an entire wardrobe of expensive new clothes and a Harley Davidson Super Glide.

His dad had made him return the bike. And then he’d laid down the law.

No bikes.

No drugs. No tattoos. No playing cards. No playing pool.

Counselling with Dr Ferris once a month.

He’d strongly suggested that Jensen should go back to college.

In Texas.

And actually go this time.

Jensen had mulled over that last one and then looked through the online course guide for The University of Texas, Austin; his father’s Alma Mater.

Why the hell not? He had to do something, right?

So Jensen started sketching and painting again. He put together a portfolio, filled in an application for the Bachelor of Fine Arts and then went to ask his dad for his SAT transcript and a letter of recommendation.

His father had laughed at him and told him he’d study business as originally planned. End of story.

Jensen had refused.

They’d fought about it for weeks, until Jensen had stormed out of the house, gone to a dive bar, gotten very, very drunk and then started a bar fight which got him arrested.

His father had bailed him out and then insisted that if he wasn’t going to go to college, Jensen needed a job. Jensen would go and work for Ackles Oil, he decreed. In the Sales and Marketing Department.

The management and staff in the Sales and Marketing Department had wanted Jensen there as much as Jensen had wanted to be there. He had no marketing qualifications, no interest in oil and he was an out, openly gay young man in an industry filled with old, traditional-family-values conservatives.

He lasted a week before he lost his temper with one of the account managers.

Bob Rogers was a self-righteous Bible-thumper who’d quoted Leviticus at Jensen and told him that tattoos were a sin, not to mention unprofessional, within five minutes of meeting him. Jensen had taken great delight in rolling up his shirt sleeves and showing the man the demonic death-heads that covered his forearms.

Jensen and Bob had several snarky interactions throughout the week and Bob made no secret of the fact that Jensen might be an Ackles and the son of the Boss, but that didn’t mean Bob had to respect him. And he didn’t. He let everybody know that Jensen disgusted him and that he thought the department would be better off without him.

On Friday, Jensen had turned up two hours late to a 7.00am meeting he hadn’t even known about until he got to the office and found everyone in the conference room. The Department Head had torn strips off Jensen in front of everyone. Apparently there’d been an email, but Jensen hadn’t seen it.

“What do you expect from some useless pretty-boy, dumped on us by his rich daddy?” Jensen had overheard Bob remark loudly as they all moved out of the conference room and back to their desks.

Jensen found the email in his trash folder and learned from one of the few women on staff that on the day the email went out she’d seen Bob loitering around Jensen’s workstation while Jensen was out getting lunch.

Later that day Jensen cornered Bob in the restroom. “I guess you think you’re pretty smart, deleting that email from my inbox.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bob said loftily.

“You don’t, huh?” Jensen leaned in close and smiled with cold, cruel eyes. “I know what you think about me. Rich kid. Son of the owner. Fag. You’ve heard rumors about drugs and rehab and you think I’m easy prey. Of course, you don’t actually know where I’ve been for the last seven years, do you?” Jensen let everything that he’d ever learned from Heyerdahl show in his eyes. “I may not know about managing a client account, Bob, but I do know several ways to kill you and make it look like an accident,” he waited until the man looked good and spooked and then patted his cheek. “Y’all have a nice day now, Bob.”

The Department Head called Jensen into a meeting with his father and Bob an hour later and it was agreed that perhaps it would be for the best if Jensen didn’t continue with the Company.

His appointments with Sam Ferris were increased to weekly.

She encouraged him to take up a sport, so he began to play tennis.

Sometimes he attended charity functions with his mom.

All he had to do at those was stand beside his mother with a drink in one hand and look pretty for the bored, rich housewives. They didn’t care that he was gay and covered in tattoos. They thought it made him sexy and mysterious and his presence always made the socialites donate more.

Privately, Jensen thought it was hilarious that his conservative parents weren’t above using his ass for cash, so to speak.

But they still wouldn’t let him have a motorbike.

As Jared revved his Harley’s engine and roared out of the MorningStar Motors parking lot, Jensen thrilled at the feeling of the powerful motor throbbing in between his legs. Jared put his foot down and Jensen whooped. The speed was exhilarating. Such a rush. Yeah. He really had missed this.

--

Jared lived in a two bed/two bath ground floor apartment in West Hollywood. It was nicer than the one Jensen had lived in last time he was in California. It even had a tiny back yard, where Jared kept two large dogs, despite the apartment’s no pets policy.

Jared introduced him to Sadie and Harley and then spent fifteen minutes romping around with them like a giant puppy.

“You like dogs?” Jared asked.

“Sure,” Jensen ruffled Sadie’s head and let her lick his hand.

“Have you eaten?” Jared asked when they went back inside.

Jensen shrugged. “Had breakfast at a roadhouse and got Mickey Dees at a Drive thru for lunch.”

“I’ll order pizza,” Jared took out his phone.

Their food ordered, Jared passed Jensen a beer and they sat together on the sofa.

Jensen got out his Marlboros. “You got an ashtray?”

Jared pulled one out from the shelf beneath the coffee table.

“Thanks,” Jensen lit up.

Jared flicked on the TV.

“So,” Jensen said. “Do I get my own bedroom?”

Jared wrinkled his nose. “Hell, no. You’re mine.”

Jensen took a long drag. “What if I don’t want to be?”

Jared’s eyes darkened. “You have a choice. Me or Pellegrino. Pellegrino wants to kill you. I just want you. Now I ain’t gonna lie. I want to fuck you. But I think we both know you’re not exactly against that idea.”

And Jensen definitely wasn’t. Jared was hot. He had an amazing body. And outside the Club he’d manhandled Jensen just the way Jensen liked it. The thought of Jared holding him down and fucking him hard made Jensen’s dick twitch. But.

“I ain’t against good sex, Jared. But I want a choice.”

Jared nodded. “You have a choice, Jen. Me or Pellegrino. With me, you get sex. With Pellegrino you get a bullet. Totally your choice. What’s it gonna be?”

“Oh gee,” Jensen rolled his eyes. “Let me think about that for a minute.”

They sat and stared at each other.

“Well?” Jared prompted. “Who do you choose?”

“You. Asshole. Clearly.”

There was a knock on the front door and Jared jumped to his feet. “Pizza!” He hurried forward and then turned back to Jensen. “I promise it’ll be good.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “The pizza?”

Jared shook his head. “You and me,” he grinned, happy and goofy and then bounded for the front door.

Jensen stared after Jared and then rubbed a hand across his jaw. Jared was giving him whiplash. One minute he was dark, threatening and commanding, the next he was all sunshine, rainbows and puppies. Which version was the real Jared? Or was the answer even more complicated than that?

Jensen sighed. He stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his beer.

--

Jensen had not picked Jared as a sci-fi geek, but after watching back-to-back episodes of Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis and listening to Jared theorize about wormholes and faster than light travel and quantum physics, Jensen decided it was official. Somehow, the badass biker was also a giant nerd.

It was gone midnight when Jared finally switched the TV off. He stood, stretched and then turned to look down at Jensen. His smile morphed from happy-go-lucky to predatory and he reached out a hand to Jensen.

Oh yeah. Jensen swallowed. “You know, it’s been a long day. How about I sleep in the spare room tonight?”

Jared’s expression darkened. “I thought we settled this?” His hands went to his hips and Jensen’s eyes were drawn to his crotch, where there was an impressive bulge.

Jensen licked his lips. He’d always been a size queen. He couldn’t deny he wanted that monster cock in his mouth. And his ass. His tongue darted out again, swiped around his lips, and then he bit at his bottom lip. Jared groaned and Jensen’s eyes darted up to Jared’s.

Jared was watching his mouth with a heated expression. “Question,” Jared said. “If you were a guest of the Club, just passing through, just staying at my place overnight, and I said, hey dude, I think you’re hot, wanna fuck? What would you say?”

The truth wedged itself in Jensen’s throat. If Jared had made that offer in those circumstances, Jensen would’ve been naked and ass up immediately.

“Would you have said yes?” Jared’s voice was deep and rough. “Would you have begged me to give it to you hard and deep?”

Jensen swallowed. He shook his head.

Jared reached down and hauled him to his feet and then palmed Jensen’s hard, aching cock.

“Liar,” he said.

Jensen couldn’t help widening his stance to give Jared easier access.

Jared chuckled. “Yeah. Such a liar.”

He stopped stroking Jensen’s dick and dragged him to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he ordered.

Jensen’s dick signalled its enthusiastic agreement with the instruction by trying to hammer its way through his jeans.

Ah, what the hell. Jensen began to wrestle his clothes off. It had been a long, long time since he’d been properly fucked and Jared looked like he could do the job right. He wanted this. And okay, he was pissed that Jared planned on following through even if he didn’t, but Jensen wasn’t going to turn down good sex for the sake of his principles.

“On the bed,” Jared said when Jensen was naked.

Jensen climbed onto it and kneeled, chest down, ass up.

“Turn around,” Jared said. “On your back.”

Jensen rolled over.

Jared pulled a set of leather straps out from underneath the mattress and bound Jensen to the bed with his arms and legs spread wide. He wedged a pillow under his ass.

“Gonna make you beg for it,” he pulled a small trunk out from beneath the bed and opened it. Jensen strained to see what was in it.

Jared pulled out a strip of condoms, lube, and a vibrating inflatable butt plug. He moved in between Jensen’s spread thighs with a wolfish grin and then ripped open a condom and rolled it over Jensen’s cock. “We can do this bare once you’ve been tested,” he said and then sucked Jensen’s cock down his throat.

“Fuck!” Jensen strained against his bindings and would’ve come off the bed completely if he wasn’t tied down. “Nghhghg!!!”

Tight hot wet pressure. Oh God. It was perfect. Jared sucked and tongued until Jensen was right on the edge.

And then he pulled off.

“No!” Jensen whined. “Get back there!”

Jared’s smile was slow and evil. He picked up the lube, flicked open the cap, and squeezed a little onto his middle finger.

He pushed the finger slowly inside of Jensen and then crooked it and pressed against his prostate.

Jensen tried to thrust down against the finger, but all that earned him was a sharp slap against his thigh and then Jared’s other hand, long fingers splayed, held his hip down so that he couldn’t move.

Jared kept up a slow, maddening pressure that somehow managed to be both too much and not enough, until Jensen started to swear at him.

“Fuck you, Jared, I’m begging all right? Stop fucking teasing and get on with it!”

His ass was suddenly empty and Jensen spat more curses at Jared.

Jared picked up the plug. He lubed it, shoved it into Jensen without preamble, and then began to pump it up.

Jensen squirmed and gasped as his ass was forced wide open.

“That’ll do for now,” Jared said smugly and then turned the vibrations on.

Jensen arched off the bed like a bow string, a litany of curses falling from his lips. Jared shut him up by kissing him and Jensen kissed him back desperately, their tongues duelling for dominance. Jared’s mouth worked its way to Jensen’s jaw and then to his throat, where he bit and sucked, ringing Jensen’s neck with hickeys.

Jensen was writhing like a wild cat and making noises like one too. Jared made his way down Jensen’s body, stopping at his nipples to lick and suck them into desperate peaks, before moving down to his purple, steel-hard dick and treating the head to a series of kitten licks and gentle sucks that soon had Jensen begging for more.

Jared sat back and stared down at him. “I think you’re hot,” he said. “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes. God yes! Please! Need you to fuck me, Jare. Need it deep and hard. Please!”

“Hmmm,” Jared put a finger to his lips and looked down at Jensen thoughtfully. “I seem to recall you saying something different earlier. Did you lie to me before, Jensen?”

Jensen shook his head. “Didn’t want to want it. But I do. Please.”

Jared tilted his head and frowned. “So…you said you didn’t want it, but you did?”

Jensen nodded.

“So you lied?”

Jensen groaned. “Fuck. Okay, fine. I lied. Happy now?”

“No,” Jared’s eyes were suddenly a lot darker and a lot less playful. “I don’t like being lied to. I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Jensen thunked his head back against the mattress. “How?”

Jared grinned. “Two choices,” Jensen groaned. He was growing to hate Jared’s so-called choices. “One, I leave you like this and go and sleep in the spare room.”

Jensen officially hated that choice.

“Or two, I uncuff you, you get on your hands and knees and I spank you. And then I fuck you and you have an Earth-shattering orgasm.”

Jensen liked the part of the plan where he got fucked and got to come. The rest of it…not so much. “What do you want to hit me with?”

“Just my hand,” Jared said, reaching down and running said ginormous hand up and down Jensen’s inner-thigh. “You can take a little hand-spanking, can’t you?”

Jensen swallowed. He was so turned on, so desperate to come, that he was prepared to agree to almost anything that would get him an orgasm.

“Not so little,” he croaked. “Your hands are like freaking shovels, man.”

Jared smiled and pressed on the base of the vibrating plug, grinding it hard against Jensen’s prostate. Jensen moaned. “How many times?”

Jared shrugged. “Until I think you’ve been properly spanked.”

The tip of the plug ground against his prostate again and then Jared eased the vibrations right down to almost nothing and ran a fingertip over the head of Jensen’s leaking cock.

“Fuck! Okay, fine! Whatever. I’ll take it.”

Jared wasted no time in undoing Jensen’s bindings and Jensen rolled onto his hands and knees.

Jared pulled out the butt plug and then ran a gentle hand across Jensen’s ass. “I wonder how many you can take before you cry,” he mused. And then he drew his hand back and spanked Jensen hard.

As it turned out, Jensen could take a lot before he cried.

And his dick stayed steel-hard throughout the whole ordeal.

In fact it wasn’t so much an ordeal as a kink Jensen hadn’t even known he had. It hurt, but it also sent shockwaves of pleasure vibrating straight up to his prostate and his dick.

By the time Jensen felt the blunt head of Jared’s cock pushing against his hole, his chest and his wet cheek were pressed against the mattress and he was feeling pleasantly relaxed and floaty.

Which was probably just as well, because Jared was huge and Jensen was sure that Jared’s cock slowly but insistently forcing its way up his ass would have hurt a lot more if he hadn’t been feeling so spaced out.

Soon enough though, Jared was giving him the best deep, hard dicking he’d had in, frankly, ever, and when he reached around and took hold of Jensen’s dick with his big hand-still hot from spanking Jensen’s ass-Jensen’s entire body seized and he had the Earth-shattering orgasm that Jared had promised him.

It took Jared another five or so minutes to come and by the time he was finished, Jensen was sore. But he also felt more sated than he’d ever felt in his life. Jensen had been well-used; Jared had ridden him hard and put him away wet and Jensen was sleepy and satisfied. He almost felt drugged.

He yawned and then rolled onto his back, away from the wet patch, hissing when his sore ass hit the sheets.

“You’re on clean-up,” he slurred. “Sleeping now.”

The next thing he knew, the sun was streaming in the bedroom window and Mark Pellegrino’s face was inches from his.

“Holy fuck!” he scrambled backwards and yelped when his ass touched the mattress. Fuck that hurt.

“Heaven. I’m in Heaven,” Pellegrino began to sing, swinging his hips and waving his arms in the air.

Jensen gaped at him. He’d forgotten what a psycho-weirdo Pellegrino was. He looked around for Jared, but couldn’t see him.

“Something I can do for you, Mark?”

Pellegrino pointed at him, “That’s Mr President, Sir, to you, Son. And yes. Get up.”

Jensen climbed off the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around him.

Pellegrino raised his eyebrows. “Really? Lose the sheet, kid.”

Jensen tossed the sheet onto the bed.

Mark twirled his finger and Jensen slowly spun around, giving the Club President a good 360 degree view of his body.

“Nice,” Pellegrino said appreciatively. “Finger-shaped bruises on your hips, your neck’s covered in hickeys and that ass is gonna hurt to sit on for at least a week,” he walked to the open bedroom door. “Good job, Padalecki,” he called out.

Jared appeared at the door with a spatula in one hand. “Go shower and dress,” he told Jensen. “I want you in the kitchen in ten minutes.”

Last time Jensen was a part of HellSpawn MC, he’d slept with both Pellegrino and Heyerdahl on a regular basis. He’d been young, gay, in a liberal state for the first time and far away from his conservative family. Casual sex, and lots of it, had seemed to be the thing to do. Jensen had enjoyed the thrill of the chase and he’d soon learned that when it came to men, he had a type; dangerous, deadly, dominant. He hadn’t always enjoyed the sex, but he’d learned a lot about his preferences.

Now, under the steaming water of the shower, Jensen took a few precious moments to collect himself. It had been a long-ass couple of days and he still wasn’t sure what to make of Jared. So far, he’d mostly been friendly and easy-going, but you didn’t get to be the VP of a three-piece patch, 1%’er MC without having some serious tough-guy credentials. Jared was a shot-caller and without a doubt, he had personally killed people. Jensen had been involved in his fair share of violence, but he’d never been the one calling the shots.

Jared literally had the power of life and death over Jensen and it would make sense for Jensen to be scared of him. Somehow, he wasn’t. And maybe that was a mistake. But he’d had a lot more fun since Pellegrino handed him over to Jared than he’d had in a long while, so Jensen decided to be cautiously optimistic.

He towelled himself dry, dressed in the clothes he’d been wearing for the past two days because they were the only ones he had-Pellegrino still had his wallet, his cell phone, his duffel bag and his car-and then went out to the kitchen.

Jared was serving up bacon, eggs and hash-browns to Pellegrino, Heyerdahl and a third guy who Jensen didn’t know.

Jared told him to take a seat and everybody laughed when he lowered himself onto it carefully. Heyerdahl even slapped Jared on the back.

Jensen rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. He tucked into his breakfast with gusto and then fished his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket.

“Not while we’re eating,” Pellegrino said, pointing at Jensen with a yoke colored knife.

Jensen sighed and put the Marlboro packet down on the table, lighter on top.

“When can I have my stuff back?” he asked.

“The car’s gone to a chop shop,” Pellegrino said. “I gave the rest of your stuff to Padalecki already.”

Jensen looked across at Jared who reached into the inside pocket of his cut and pulled out Jensen’s cell phone. He slid it across the table to Jensen and then took out Jensen’s wallet.

“Pellegrino kept the cash,” he said. “I’m keeping hold of the credit cards for the moment,” he put the wallet down on the table and then put Jensen’s five year bronze medallion on top of it and raised an eyebrow.

“So?” Jensen said.

“You’re an addict?”

Jensen met Jared’s eyes and saw sadness in them.

“Yeah,” he said. “Seven years clean now, but yeah.”

“Okay,” Jared nodded. “Good to know.”

“Jare-bear’s momma was a junkie,” Pellegrino sing-songed.

Jared didn’t respond, so Jensen decided to change the subject.

“What about the rest of my stuff?”

“Your duffel bag’s in the bedroom.”

Well at least he had some clean clothes. Jensen picked up his smokes. “Y’all done eating?”

At Pellegrino’s nod he lit up.

Pellegrino watched him draw back on his cigarette and then introduced Jensen to the guy he didn’t know, a biker called Bam-Bam.

Jensen snorted. “No shit? Bam-Bam? Really?”

“Long story,” Bam-Bam said. “Maybe Moose will tell you later,” he nodded at Jared.

“Moose?” Jensen said. “Oh, I gotta hear the story behind that.”

Jared’s mouth twisted. “We did a run up to Vermont a few years back; had some business to take care of. My first major run. I hit a moose.”

“It really did a number on him,” HeyDay spoke up. “His bike was a write off and Jared spent six weeks in hospital. And you know what the first thing he said was when he came around?”

Jensen shook his head.

“What about the moose? Is the moose okay?”

“Was it?” Jensen asked.

Jared shook his head. “Killed on impact. After that the guys all started calling me Moose. I think it was Crossroads who came up with it. You know him, right?”

Jensen nodded. “Mark Sheppard, right? Short guy? British accent? Sells used cars and makes a fucking fortune?”

“That’s him,” said Pellegrino. “Anyhoo, Bam-Bam here is a tattoo artist. He’s gonna ink over that tattoo that says you’re a HellSpawn Prospect, because you ain’t. And then he’s gonna give you a new tatt,” Pellegrino smiled evilly and Jensen reminded himself that his biker nickname was The Beast. “Padalecki’s having a tramp stamp put on you.”

Jensen looked at Jared. “I get any say in this ink?”

“Sure,” Jared grinned. “Bam-Bam did two designs for me. I’ll let you choose which one you want.”

Jensen sighed. “All right. Let’s see ‘em.”

Bam-Bam went over to a bag he’d stowed in the corner of the room and pulled out a sketch book, which he opened up and then put on the table in front of Jensen.

The two tattoos were essentially the same; a demonic skull with fiery red eyes and bat wings. One of them had a halo of red roses above its head and the other had a halo of barbed wire above its head. That was the only difference. Both versions of the tattoo had the word HellSpawn Forever written beneath one wing and the words Property of JP written beneath the other.

“Really?” Jensen looked at Jared with a raised eyebrow.

Jared shrugged.

“All the Old Ladies get the version with the roses,” Bam-Bam said helpfully. “But Moose thought you might prefer something a bit more masculine.”

Jensen stared at him for a moment. “What happened to Chopper? The guy who used to do the Club’s tatts? Do you work for him?”

Bam-Bam nodded. “Used to anyway. He’s doing Life in San Quentin for bashing his Old Lady to death with a hammer.”

“Oh,” Jensen looked back down at the drawings. “You know,” he mused, “I think I prefer the roses too. Adds color to the piece.”

Bam-Bam looked at Jared who shrugged again. “It’s Jensen’s choice.”

Jensen grinned. “All right! Let’s do this.”

--

As with so many things that Jensen used to enjoy a whole lot, it had been a long-ass time since he’d last gotten a tattoo. After two hours in Bam-Bam’s portable chair, his lower back was on fire and he was half hard. Getting inked up always turned him on.

He’d also run out of cigarettes half an hour ago and no matter how much he bitched and moaned no one would go out and get him any more.

“Done,” Bam-Bam sat back. “What do you think, Moose?”

Jared nodded appreciatively and Jensen strained to see over his shoulder. Bam-Bam told him to wait a moment and then went and got a couple of large hand-held mirrors out of his kit bag.

The writing was backwards, of course, but Jensen didn’t really care about the writing. That would be easy enough to ink over or laser off some time down the track. The skull itself was fantastic and Jensen liked it.

“Good job. Better than Chopper.”

Bam-Bam grinned and ducked his head.

Later, when Jensen’s back had been sprayed with anti-septic and bandaged and everyone had left, Jensen rounded on Jared.

“I need two things. One: a fucking packet of cigarettes; and two: a blow job.”

Jared laughed. “I think you’ve forgotten who owns who.”

Jensen’s eyebrows lifted. “You do know they abolished slavery in the 1800s, right?”

Jared pointed over his back with his thumbs at the patch on his cut. “Outlaw biker. I do a lot of things that ain’t legal.”

Jensen snaked his arms around Jared’s waist and pulled him close. “You don’t own me, Moose, never will. But. If you did, wouldn’t it be your job to take care of me?” Jensen ground his hard cock against Jared’s. “C’mon,” he slid to his knees and began to work Jared’s belt open. “I’ll suck your dick; then you suck mine. Deal?”

He didn’t wait for an answer though, just took Jared’s half-hard cock out and got his mouth on it, licking and nibbling and then swallowing Jared down and sucking him to full hardness. Jared meanwhile, got his fingers in Jensen’s hair and began to thrust, little restrained jerks of his hips.

“Oh God. So fucking good, Jen. Wanna fuck your mouth. Can I?”

Jensen moaned around the cock in his mouth and then looked up at Jared and nodded.

Jared began to thrust hard and Jensen relaxed his throat and took it, his eyes watering and his own cock becoming so hard it was painful. He was only in his boxers, having taken his jeans off for the tattoo, so it was easy to slip a hand inside them and begin to jerk himself off.

At least it was easy, until Jared grabbed hold of his arm and yanked it out of his boxers. “That’s mine,” he growled.

Jensen whined and Jared’s thrusts became frenzied. Just when Jensen thought the biker was about to come down his throat, Jared pulled out and came all over his face instead.

“Gross!” Jensen pulled his tee-shirt off and used it to wipe his face. “What the fuck, man? You trying to mark your territory or something?”

Jared laughed. “Safe sex,” he said. “Well…safeish. We haven’t been tested yet.”

Oh. Right. Jensen rubbed at the back of his neck. Oops?

He climbed to his feet. “I’m gonna go wash my face.”

“Get a condom while you’re in there,” Jared called after him. “I wanna return the favor.”

--

Jensen butted out his cigarette. The ashtray was on the floor beside the sofa where he was lying, face down, and it was starting to get rather full.

Jensen stretched comfortably and glanced across at Jared. Apparently Jared had taken the day off work ‘to get Jensen settled’ and with Jensen’s tattoos taken care of, he was now entertaining himself with a Mythbusters marathon.

“Did I say thank you for going out to get me smokes?” Jensen asked.

Jared turned away from the TV. “Twice. With blow jobs both times. If you’re planning on saying thank you again, I’ve gotta be honest… I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up for a while.”

Jensen sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Wanna go for a ride on the bike?”

Jensen wrinkled his nose. “My ass still hurts.”

Jared rolled his eyes. “Baby,” he said. “It’s barely even bruised. Just enough to keep the Devil happy.”

Jensen spluttered out a laugh. “Pellegrino know you call him that?”

Jared shrugged.

Jensen looked at Jared, lips pursed and head tilted.

“What?”

Jensen chewed at his bottom lip and then decided to just ask. “He still fucking you?”

Jared didn’t even pretend not to understand. “Nope,” he shook his head. “I got too tall and too built. Pellegrino prefers twinks.”

“Yeah. I remember.”

Jared sniggered. “Man, you were so twinky back then,” Jared looked at him appraisingly. “With those lips and those eyes, you might still make the cut-but these days Pellegrino doesn’t fuck around close to home. His Old Lady would kill him.”

Jensen frowned. “Who’s he with?”

“Chick called Alaina. She wasn’t around last time you were. She was doing ten years in Chowchilla for armed robbery.”

“What about you?” Jensen asked. “You done time?”

“Not since Juvie. So listen, your family’s pretty rich, huh?”

Jensen made a non-committal noise.

“Did you call them? When I was out getting your cancer sticks?”

Jensen shook his head.

“Show me your phone.”

Jensen handed it over.

Jared messed with it for a moment and then looked at Jensen accusingly. “You’ve deleted stuff. There’s only three missed calls here. That’s it.”

“It’s a new sim card.”

“Bullshit. Who did you call?”

“No one. I…look, my dad was being an asshole. I changed sim cards so he wouldn’t be able to get hold of me. I hadn’t gotten around to making any calls with it when your guys picked me up. The only person who even has the number is my buddy Chris.”

Jared looked skeptical, but he nodded. “Okay. Call Chris. Tell him you’re okay.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s safer for Chris if he doesn’t start asking questions about you.”

Jensen pursed his lips and then held out his hand for the phone.

“Put it on speaker.”

Chris answered on the third ring. “You promised you wouldn’t just take off, you asshole.”

“Sorry,” Jensen said. “Some old buddies turned up and made me an offer too good to refuse.”

Chris wasn’t in the slightest bit mollified. He bitched at him a whole lot more and Jensen let him, periodically offering an apology.

Finally, Chris’s anger ran out. “Whatever. It’s done. FYI, your dad sent his security guy around. He’s pissed that you missed Cotillion.”

“What did you tell him?”

Chris snorted. “That I’m not your fucking keeper.”

“Sorry,” Jensen said yet again. “If he asks again you can tell him I’m not marrying a chick, like ever, and seeing as how he doesn’t like my lifestyle, I won’t bother him with it any more.”

There was a long pause and then Chris asked him where he was. Jensen looked at Jared who shook his head.

“I don’t wanna say yet. But I’m okay. Good even. Just…wanna do my own thing for a while, you know?”

Another silence. “You using again?” Chris asked softly.

“No,” Jensen said. “Scout’s honor.”

Chris sniggered. “You were never a Boy Scout, Son. Look, I ain’t gonna say I’m not pissed you took off again without a word after promising you wouldn’t, but…” he sighed, “just stay in touch, all right?”

“Will do,” Jensen said. “Say Hi to Steve for me.” He pressed end.

“Chris sounds like a good buddy.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Sounds like you don’t really get along with your folks, though.”

Jensen sniffed. “You could say that.”

“They gonna report you missing?”

Jensen shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe.”

Jared nodded. “You should call them. Tell them you’re okay. Tell them not to look for you.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Why? Chris’ll pass on the message.”

“Be better if it came from you.”

Jensen shook his head. “I don’t want them to have this number.”

“I have a bag full of burners. You can use one of them.”

Jensen acquiesced with a huff and Jared went and got him a cell phone that they would discard immediately after the call.

Jensen called his parents’ house and was thankful when Lucia answered.

“Hola, Lucia. Es Jensen. ¿Cómo estás?”

“Jensen! Are you okay, Papito? Your father is so angry.”

“I’m fine. I’m guessing he’s at the office, so is mom there?”

“I’ll get her for you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Just. Needed to get away. Be my own person again. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

He repeated the same sentiments to his mom when Lucia put her on the phone.

His mom’s response was cool. She told him that she and his father were very disappointed that he’d ducked out on his responsibilities yet again and they certainly weren’t prepared to fund his wayward lifestyle.

“Your father has already cancelled your credit cards,” she said.

“Good,” Jensen said. “You live your life, I’ll live mine,” he pressed end and then pulled the sim card out of the phone and snapped it in half. He gave the snapped card and the handset to Jared.

“Okay,” Jared said. “I’ll update Pellegrino, let him know you’re not a risk to the Club. That I don’t need to keep you chained to my bed,” he paused and looked Jensen up and down. “You’re gonna need a job.”

“What?” Jensen frowned. “I thought flopping over ass up for you was my job?”

Jared’s eyes darkened. “You want it to be? You wanna be nothing but a fuck toy?”

Jensen lit another cigarette. “So. A job. What did you have in mind?”

“Heyerdahl wants you back with him.”

Jensen took a drag. His hand was shaking. “No,” he said. “I can’t. Not after…”

Jared’s eyes became warm and wide. “You were involved in that thing with The Dead Reapers, weren’t you?”

Jensen nodded.

There was a long silence.

“You wanna talk about it?” Jared asked finally.

Jensen shook his head.

“Fair enough. JD was pissed, you know. Beaver and him were good friends.”

Jensen’s eyes darted up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice. I tried so hard not to hurt them too much, but HeyDay could see what I was doing and…and…that’s why I ran. I don’t even know if they made it.”

“They did,” Jared said. “Beaver’s in a wheelchair now, though, and Traci’s blind.”

“God,” Jensen covered his face with his hand. “No wonder you wanted a shot at me.”

The creak of the armchair told Jensen that Jared had gotten up and he steeled himself to be hauled off the sofa and dragged to the bedroom for another punishment. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

Jared squatted down next to the sofa and pulled Jensen’s hand away from his face.

“JD didn’t blame you for what happened,” he said. “He blamed Pellegrino and Heyerdahl. JD was actually worried about you when you disappeared. He didn’t buy Pellegrino’s story that you’d stolen a case full of money and run off with it. He thought they’d had you killed.”

“Nope. I freaked the fuck out, stole the cash and ran.”

“And Pellegrino expects me to punish you for that,” Jared caressed Jensen’s face and then held him firmly by the jaw and looked into his eyes. “But given how rough you like it and the way your dick stayed hard throughout that spanking I gave you last night, I don’t think you’re gonna have too much of a problem with that.”

Jensen squirmed and licked at his lips. “So. Back to that whole job thing?”

“What can you do?”

Jensen blew out air. “Uh, I can play pool, like, tournament standard. I can hustle pool. I’m good at poker,” he shrugged. “I can bus tables. That’s about it.”

He almost mentioned that he could draw and paint, but he doubted Jared would be any more interested in that than his father had been.

“Okay,” Jared leaned in and gave Jensen a brief, chaste kiss. “I’ll talk to the guys.”

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