Potential. (J2 AU, NC-17)
Happy 4th of July! Have some porn where I pretend that real people are werewolves! *facepalm*
Title: Potential
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU. Uh, not a whole hell of a lot of plot.
Word count: ~3900
Warnings: Language, minor D/S, werewolves, ridiculousness
Disclaimer: lololol pretty sure none of this is true.
A/N: This was written for this prompt at the animalistic traits meme at spn_hardcore (where you can also see the original version of this fic):
Weres and humans have lived in relative harmony for quite a few generations, so the mating search and the possibility of a human being a wolf's mate is well-known. Lately however, there have been a rash of attacks on human potentials (humans that are destined to be mates to a wolf) by a pack of rogue weres. ...
J1 is the area's Alpha and it his job to track down the rogue wolves and stop them from hurting anyone else; the fact that he is un-mated is only a part of the reason that he will do anything to protect human potentials. J2 is an un-mated human potential and police chief; he is also J1's mate...
Some liberties were taken with the prompt, though. Big thanks to doci and emerald_embers for the proofreading. ILU GUYS.
"Fuck me, I am done with biochem and with that asshole Fletcher," Jared says as a greeting as he drops his backpack on the floor and collapses onto his bed, his arms raised triumphantly.
"Exam went okay then?" Chad asks. He's lying on his own bed, surrounded by piles of papers and textbooks, his computer in his lap.
Jared presses his face against the pillow.
"I think so." His voice comes out all muffled. "There was one question I didn't really get, but the rest seemed okay." He's beyond relieved that all that studying seems to have paid off. "Dude, we are totally going out tonight. I plan on getting hammered."
"Seriously, Jared?" Chad asks. "Aren't you like...a little concerned about your safety?"
Jared rolls over onto his side to look at his roommate. Jared may not exactly be Mr. Universe, but he's six-five and works out regularly. Getting into fights isn't something he worries about too much.
"Uhh...not particularly? What are you talking about?"
"Oh shit, you didn't hear the news this morning?" Chad asks.
"I was in a final exam, asshole," Jared reminds him. "What's going on?"
Chad types something into his computer and then hands it over to Jared.
Rogue Werewolves Kill Human Potential Mates reads the headline at CNN.com. In smaller font, it adds, Anti-Human Terrorist Group Claims Attacks Will Continue. There's some more stuff about this group's ideology, their devotion to werewolf bloodlines, some other bullshit.
"Shit," Jared says, leaning back onto his bed.
Jared has known he could be a potential werewolf mate since he was thirteen, when one of them told him she could smell it on him. He didn't believe her, didn't want to think he was such a freak. But a few months later, someone else told him the same thing. Since then he's had confirmation a hundred times - when he walks into a store, he can tell who the werewolves are because of the way they look at him, cock their heads, and taste his scent. They know that one day he might be one of them.
It's not something Jared likes to think about. Most potentials never get turned, so Jared figures it's not worth worrying about.
Jared doesn't tell a lot of people. In a moment of drunken stupidity, he told Chad, and to his surprise, Chad took it pretty well. Chad's cousin, it turns out, is also a potential mate who has never been claimed.
"I already called the number," Chad says.
"What number?" Jared asks.
"The number for protection," Chad tells him. "It's in the article. They're going to send someone out to talk to you about security and shit."
Annoyance rises up inside of Jared.
"What the fuck?" he asks. "Did you ever think that maybe it's not your place to decide whether or not I need to be protected?"
"Hey, fuck you, I live like four feet away from you, it's my business too!" His face softens a little. "Plus, I don't want you to die, douchebag."
"Thanks," Jared grumbles. "I guess."
He lies back on the bed. The nap he'd planned on taking is definitely not going to happen.
***
"Another one?" Jensen asks, rubbing his face in exhaustion. "I had no idea there were so many potentials in this city. Hell, I had no idea there were this many potentials in the world."
"We've only checked in on twenty-two," Chris points out, dropping the new case file on Jensen's desk.
"Are you sure you don't mean twenty-two hundred?" Jensen asks with a groan. Not to mention the myriad other people who'd called just because they were scared, not because they were potentials at all. Jesus fuck, Jensen can't wait to get these assholes out of his territory.
Chris just chuckles.
"Come on, Alpha," he says. Jensen knows that Chris, who's been his buddy since they were just pups, is using the title as a reminder of his role, his responsibility, to keep his pack - and their potential mates - safe. Jensen closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and...okay. He's ready.
"Where are we off to now?" He flicks open the folder. "Oh, great, the university. Keeping someone in a dorm protected is going to be a nightmare." Dorms are big, with multiple entrances, lots of people going in and out all the time...
Whatever. They'll figure it out. Somehow.
***
Finding this kid's dorm room is even more of a pain than Jensen had feared. The dorm has three entrances on two floors, and is full of young men and women running, wandering apparently aimlessly, practicing for the upcoming musical, and sitting on the floor. Jensen can only hope that the kid isn't really a potential at all, that the whole thing is yet another joke.
That hope is dashed the moment Chris knocks on a door and a blond kid - definitely not a potential - opens it. On one of the beds behind him, another kid is curled into the fetal position, earbuds in his ear. He looks asleep, but when Jensen glances over at him, he opens his eyes and props himself up to look Jensen in the face.
The kid is - Christ, beautiful is the word that comes into Jensen's mind and won't leave. He has even features and scared hazel eyes and an awful lot of hair and Jensen just wants to hold him, take care of him pretty much forever.
The kid is staring back at him with widening eyes, a flush coming into his cheek. He pulls the earbuds out. His mouth opens into the prettiest little O, but he doesn't say anything. Jensen has a moment of triumph that it seems like what he's feeling isn't one-way.
"Jensen," Chris says, nudging him and waking him from his reverie.
"Oh. Uh, I'm Jensen, the alpha of our pack. You're..." he fumbles in his pocket. He knew this kid's name just a few minutes ago, he was the goddamn picture of professionalism. In no time flat, his brain has been turned to mush.
"Jared," the kid says. His cheeks are in full blush now and it is just so fucking adorable, it takes some serious restraint on Jensen's behalf to not just jump him.
Chris gives Jensen an annoyed look and steps forward.
"Jared, we're going to need your schedule, and a list of your friends and their phone numbers. Please take into consideration that this is for your safety, so we're going to need you to be as thorough as possible."
"Can...can you tell me how serious this threat is?" Jared's eyes never leave Jensen's face.
"It's real," Jensen tells him, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. "These guys are serious. They think that werewolves should only mate with other werewolves - it's ridiculous and against our nature. But we'll get them, I promise. And in the meantime, I'll take care of you." Jared smiles and oh shit, he has these dimples, how could anyone be so adorable and so hot at the same time?
"We'll take care of you," Chris corrects him.
"Yeah, that," Jensen agrees. "Uhh...look, here's my card," he says, pulling it out of his wallet. "You can call me about anything. Anything." He hands the card over to Jared and their fingers briefly touch. It's like...well, it's not like touching an electrical current, because that would be unpleasant. This is the opposite of unpleasant. Jensen doesn't want to pull away.
"I will," Jared says, ducking his head. Jensen's twitch with desire to run his fingers through Jared's hair, but instead he sticks his wallet back in his pocket.
"I'll see you later," Jensen tells him as he opens the door.
"Okay," Jared says with a final smile.
***
"Dude, what was that?" Chad asks as soon as the werewolves are gone. "Jared? Jared!"
"What?" Jared asks. "What are you talking about?"
"You and that werewolf guy! Making with the..." Chad waves his hands around "...googly eyes!"
Jared laughs a little nervously. "Really, Chad? Googly eyes?"
"Well, whatever you want to call it. You were staring at him like he makes the sun shine every day. And he was looking at you the same, dude."
"You think?" Jared asks before he can stop himself.
Chad just laughs.
"Fuck yeah. I didn't know you were into guys, though."
Jared shrugs uneasily, hoping this isn't going to be a problem.
"I like girls," he says, choosing his words carefully. "But sometimes I think that maybe guys could do it for me too." He's thought about it a lot, but the idea of talking about it, telling his friends and parents, is pretty scary. So he's only ever gone after girls, and that's cool too. Girls are awesome.
But he's never, ever, ever reacted to anyone, male or female, like he did to the alpha werewolf. The incredibly gorgeous alpha werewolf.
Shit. A werewolf.
Jared holds up the card he's still holding.
Jensen Ackles it says, in tidy script. No title, just a phone number and email address.
***
The pack alpha, Chris had tried to explain, is responsible for delegation. He or she doesn't need to actually go out and do the work.
"But I want to do the work," Jensen had insisted. "Besides, I can delegate from anywhere. I have a cell phone!"
"You just want to stalk that kid," Chris had chided.
Jensen had rolled his eyes, but he hadn't really defended himself. Of course, he tells himself, he isn't actually stalking Jared. He's just keeping an eye on him, making sure he's okay. Jensen had never really been bothered that he hadn't yet found his mate - running a pack was difficult enough without the distraction of another person.
But in the week since he met Jared, Jensen is beginning to think that a mate isn't just a distraction. Someone to wake up next to, someone to confide in, someone to do the dishes after he cooked dinner. Jensen wants it. And he's pretty sure he wants it with Jared.
Even Chris doesn't know about this. Jensen is pack alpha, and his beta wolf will need to be strong and tough. Jared is a college student and...well, a human. He doesn't know anything about werewolf pack dynamics. But Jensen is pretty sure this is not a harmless little crush on a cute boy. He can feel the desire - to bite and mark Jared as his own, to hold him down and kiss him til his lips are bruised, to fuck him senseless - deep in his bones. It's a struggle to resist.
Because ever since Jensen appointed himself Jared's personal bodyguard, he has watched his mate (he will be, says a tiny voice in his head) for at least several hours a day. He's followed Jared to classes, watched him eat lunch on the grassy quad, sat several tables away at the coffee shop while Jared studies.
They almost never actually speak. Jared still flushes red whenever Jensen looks at him, which Jensen can't help but be a little triumphant over. He's pretty sure it means that Jared is attracted to him and feels the bond that's already growing between the two of them. Sometimes Jared doesn't even seem aware of Jensen's presence. But other times, their eyes meet and Jared shoots him that brilliant smile and holy shit, Jensen wants to make sure that no one will ever harm Jared because Jensen will never let him outside again, they'll be too busy doing dirty things for the rest of their lives.
Jensen kind of hates it when he has to give up his Jared-watching shifts to others, but he is the pack alpha and has a lot of responsibilities - such as catching these terrorist bastards. So far they've had shit luck in even trying to nail down who they are. They seem to be working undercover, and Jensen is beginning to be paranoid about pretty much everyone in the pack. He's even been eyeing Chris suspiciously lately, and they've known each other their whole lives.
Jensen is watching Jared hang out with some friends at the quad when his phone rings. It's hard to drag his eyes away from the kid he's beginning to think of as his mate long enough to answer it. Jared is laughing, his dimples out in full force, and Jensen can see him glance over occasionally. Jensen wants to lick his neck.
"What's up, Chris?" he asks, after checking caller ID.
"Jensen, you've gotta get here now," Chris says urgently. "We have reports that the terrorists are having a meeting on the east side of town right now."
"Shit," Jensen says. "Where do the reports come from?"
"An anonymous source, but they have details that only someone in the know could give up. I'm pretty sure we have a turncoat."
"How do you know it's not a trap?" Jensen demands.
"We don't," Chris admits. "But this is the best lead we've had so far, we've got to check it out."
Jensen sighs.
"Get a replacement for me over here, ASAP," he says. "In case this goes belly up, I don't want Jared unprotected."
"Jensen, there is no time," Chris yells. "Get your ass over here because we have got to get going."
"Fuck, okay, I'm on my way," Jensen says.
He shoots one final glance at Jared. Their eyes meet, and Jared smiles shyly. Jensen shrugs, trying to communicate an apology for deserting him before standing up and running off.
***
The bust is sort of effective. Could be better, but considering what they had before was nothing, this is definitely an improvement.
Still, five low-level guys who don't seem to know what's going on? Jensen's not exactly relaxing.
Jensen feels like he's itching under his skin as they run through a debrief, then conference with some human law enforcement officers who have been liaising with the pack.
By the time Jensen can get away from pack offices to return to Jared, six hours have passed and Jensen is nearly frantic. He tries to tell himself that he's paranoid, that the bond he feels with Jared couldn't possibly be strong enough to give him real information yet.
Except it is.
Any doubt Jensen might have had about the bond is erased by the fact that he knows exactly where to find Jared - in the bathroom on the second floor of the music building. What he didn't expect to find was five other wolves surrounding him. Jared is crouched on the tiled floor, one arm thrown over his face.
They're in human form, and Jensen realizes with sinking heart that he knows them, that they're in his pack. He feels a shock of betrayal and anger.
"Get the fuck away from my mate," are the first words he growls.
Mark, one of the wolves - Jensen went to high school with him, for fuck's sake - sneers at him.
"This is your mate, Jensen? Oh, pardon me, alpha? This whining, sniveling human? Wolves aren't good enough for you anymore?"
Jensen can't even think straight, he's so angry. He just lunges, teeth bared.
Later, he barely remembers the fight. Flashes of blood and hair and pain, but mostly there's just the overwhelming anger and the need to protect Jared.
His mate.
All of the terrorists manage to escape with their lives, but Jensen doesn't care. He knows who they are now, they're dead meat. Except for a couple of bruises and a cut on the temple that's going to leave a mark, he's unhurt. There's a reason he's the alpha and they're a bunch of cowards who skulk in the dark.
"Are you okay?" he asks Jared when the bathroom door shuts behind him. He crouches down, so he can look Jared, who's hugging his legs, in the eye. "Did they hurt you? I swear I'm going to hunt them down so fast they'll never fucking do this to anyone again-"
"Oh my god," Jared whimpers. His eyes open wide and scared, and he laughs shakily. "You're asking if I'm okay? You...you're cut."
"I'm fine, Jared," Jensen tells him, brushing it off. "I'm a werewolf, I heal fast. Are you okay, Jared?"
Jared nods. "Yeah," he says. "You got here before they'd done much but push me around a little."
Jensen finds himself growling at the thought of anyone touching Jared that way.
"Don't you worry, Jared," he promises, the growling undertone still strong. "No one is ever going to hurt you again. I swear."
"Jensen, can I ask you a question?" Jared looks almost afraid, and Jensen wants to just...pet him all over until he's calm.
"Anything, Jay."
"What you said back there...with those guys? You called me your mate. What...what does that mean?"
Jensen's heart swoops in his chest.
"Can't you feel it, Jared? The connection between us?" Jensen isn't completely sure how it works for humans, but with Jared right in front of him, he can practically feel the blood pumping in Jared's veins. Surely Jared must feel at least some of that. "Don't you feel it too?"
***
Jared does feel it. It's almost unbearable to be so close to Jensen without touching him. He stares up into Jensen's face for a moment before he nods. The smile that breaks out on Jensen's face in response seems to light a fire inside of Jared and he gives in, pressing forward to touch Jensen's cheek.
If there was a spark between them the first time they touched, this is more like a live wire. All of that watching and wanting and never ever touching is packed into this touch. Any doubts that Jared might have had about whether or not they are truly meant to mate dwindle away into nothing, replaced by a surge of ridiculous, irrational love and heady, powerful lust. Something animal and uncontrollable. A simple touch on the cheek and Jared is already ragingly hard, his jeans suddenly tight and uncomfortable. He needs Jensen's incredible mouth on him now. He doesn't need to wait long.
Jensen lunges forward, kissing Jared with a ferocity unlike anything he's experienced. Jared tries to answer with the same intensity, but it's a lost cause. He opens his mouth to Jensen's searching tongue and lets him taste his mouth, nip at his lips. Jensen pushes Jared against the wall, and okay, Jared never would have believed this, but maybe he kind of likes being manhandled. Or at least his dick likes it, because holy shit, it's a good thing he's already sitting down, because even on the floor, balance is becoming an issue.
Jensen puts hands on Jared's shoulders, pushing him against the bathroom wall, and straddles Jared's lap. He thrusts once, shoving their dicks together. The friction of the rough denim sends sparks up Jared's spine, and he lets his head loll back against the cold tiled wall.
"I'm gonna bite you, Jared, you know that, right?" Jensen asks between gasping breaths.
Jared pauses for a second, but then he nods. He does know that. And shit, he's going to be turned into a werewolf, but when Jensen starts sucking on his ear, then moves down to lave little licks against his neck, it's hard to stay focused on anything other than the idea that they are going to be doing this for the rest of their lives.
"I'm gonna bite you and you're going to be my mate," Jensen repeats. He corrects himself: "You already are my mate, Jared. Knew it the first time I saw you, could hardly bear to leave you alone. God, can barely stand to be away from you." He presses a kiss to the underside of Jared's jaw at the same time he shoves his hard dick up against Jared's. Jared lets out a little moan, incoherent at the words and sensation. "And when I am with you, can barely stand not to touch you. Want to touch you all the time, Jay."
"Touch me, then," Jared mutters. "Not stopping you. Not ever gonna stop you." He attempts to surge forward to lay his own kisses on his mate (holy shit), but Jensen holds him in place, letting out a little dark chuckle and Jared thinks maybe he should be careful what he asks for, but when Jensen starts nipping at his neck, he can't bring himself to care. In the back of his mind there's the realization that they're in a public restroom, but it's just one more thing less important than touching Jensen, than feeling Jensen's hands roam all over his body.
"Can't wait until I turn you," Jensen moans. "Gonna fuck you for hours, Jared. Can't do it in human form."
"We seem to be doing...shit...okay," Jared says, gasping as Jensen reaches for his jeans, tugging open Jared's button fly and pulling out his dick. Jensen pumps it a couple of times, leaving Jared whimpering, before going for his own jeans.
Jensen's dick is a little smaller than Jared's, but Jared thinks it's thicker. He's never seen another man's dick so close and in person before, and he's pretty sure this is the only one he's ever going to see. He wants to touch it, but Jensen has him pinned. And then Jensen pushes forward on his knees and presses their two cocks together, his hands digging into Jared's shoulders, and fuck, the sparks start flying again and all other thoughts fade away. Heat runs up from the base of Jared's feet at the sensation, and it takes a moment for him to understand what Jensen has started muttering.
"Mine. Mine. You're all mine, Jared. My mate, my Jared."
"Fuck," Jared says, the heady feeling of being loved and possessed by Jensen too much to take. His muscles spasm and he's almost in pain from the overwhelming sensations. Jensen wraps his hand around their dicks and oh god, that's it, Jared is coming harder than he ever has in his life. His head thunks against the hard wall, but the pain can't compare with the rush of Jensen's touch, and the realization that this is not a one-time thing.
It's a moment longer for Jensen, and Jared watches his mate jack himself off, stupid from his orgasm and unable to help out as Jensen finally shudders, his head tipping forward to rest on Jared's shoulder.
They're silent for a moment. Then:
"You probably have a lot of questions," Jensen says. His voice is muffled by Jared's shirt and the sweaty skin of his neck.
"Are you going to be there to answer them for me?" Jared asks.
"Always," Jensen says, propping himself back up to meet Jared's eyes. He looks serious and beautiful and Jared's hand itches to touch him. Only the desire to get the fuck out of this bathroom and someplace a lot more comfortable stays his hand.
Jared feels the smile spread across his face.
"Then I'll be okay."
Title: Potential
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU. Uh, not a whole hell of a lot of plot.
Word count: ~3900
Warnings: Language, minor D/S, werewolves, ridiculousness
Disclaimer: lololol pretty sure none of this is true.
A/N: This was written for this prompt at the animalistic traits meme at spn_hardcore (where you can also see the original version of this fic):
Weres and humans have lived in relative harmony for quite a few generations, so the mating search and the possibility of a human being a wolf's mate is well-known. Lately however, there have been a rash of attacks on human potentials (humans that are destined to be mates to a wolf) by a pack of rogue weres. ...
J1 is the area's Alpha and it his job to track down the rogue wolves and stop them from hurting anyone else; the fact that he is un-mated is only a part of the reason that he will do anything to protect human potentials. J2 is an un-mated human potential and police chief; he is also J1's mate...
Some liberties were taken with the prompt, though. Big thanks to doci and emerald_embers for the proofreading. ILU GUYS.
"Fuck me, I am done with biochem and with that asshole Fletcher," Jared says as a greeting as he drops his backpack on the floor and collapses onto his bed, his arms raised triumphantly.
"Exam went okay then?" Chad asks. He's lying on his own bed, surrounded by piles of papers and textbooks, his computer in his lap.
Jared presses his face against the pillow.
"I think so." His voice comes out all muffled. "There was one question I didn't really get, but the rest seemed okay." He's beyond relieved that all that studying seems to have paid off. "Dude, we are totally going out tonight. I plan on getting hammered."
"Seriously, Jared?" Chad asks. "Aren't you like...a little concerned about your safety?"
Jared rolls over onto his side to look at his roommate. Jared may not exactly be Mr. Universe, but he's six-five and works out regularly. Getting into fights isn't something he worries about too much.
"Uhh...not particularly? What are you talking about?"
"Oh shit, you didn't hear the news this morning?" Chad asks.
"I was in a final exam, asshole," Jared reminds him. "What's going on?"
Chad types something into his computer and then hands it over to Jared.
Rogue Werewolves Kill Human Potential Mates reads the headline at CNN.com. In smaller font, it adds, Anti-Human Terrorist Group Claims Attacks Will Continue. There's some more stuff about this group's ideology, their devotion to werewolf bloodlines, some other bullshit.
"Shit," Jared says, leaning back onto his bed.
Jared has known he could be a potential werewolf mate since he was thirteen, when one of them told him she could smell it on him. He didn't believe her, didn't want to think he was such a freak. But a few months later, someone else told him the same thing. Since then he's had confirmation a hundred times - when he walks into a store, he can tell who the werewolves are because of the way they look at him, cock their heads, and taste his scent. They know that one day he might be one of them.
It's not something Jared likes to think about. Most potentials never get turned, so Jared figures it's not worth worrying about.
Jared doesn't tell a lot of people. In a moment of drunken stupidity, he told Chad, and to his surprise, Chad took it pretty well. Chad's cousin, it turns out, is also a potential mate who has never been claimed.
"I already called the number," Chad says.
"What number?" Jared asks.
"The number for protection," Chad tells him. "It's in the article. They're going to send someone out to talk to you about security and shit."
Annoyance rises up inside of Jared.
"What the fuck?" he asks. "Did you ever think that maybe it's not your place to decide whether or not I need to be protected?"
"Hey, fuck you, I live like four feet away from you, it's my business too!" His face softens a little. "Plus, I don't want you to die, douchebag."
"Thanks," Jared grumbles. "I guess."
He lies back on the bed. The nap he'd planned on taking is definitely not going to happen.
***
"Another one?" Jensen asks, rubbing his face in exhaustion. "I had no idea there were so many potentials in this city. Hell, I had no idea there were this many potentials in the world."
"We've only checked in on twenty-two," Chris points out, dropping the new case file on Jensen's desk.
"Are you sure you don't mean twenty-two hundred?" Jensen asks with a groan. Not to mention the myriad other people who'd called just because they were scared, not because they were potentials at all. Jesus fuck, Jensen can't wait to get these assholes out of his territory.
Chris just chuckles.
"Come on, Alpha," he says. Jensen knows that Chris, who's been his buddy since they were just pups, is using the title as a reminder of his role, his responsibility, to keep his pack - and their potential mates - safe. Jensen closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and...okay. He's ready.
"Where are we off to now?" He flicks open the folder. "Oh, great, the university. Keeping someone in a dorm protected is going to be a nightmare." Dorms are big, with multiple entrances, lots of people going in and out all the time...
Whatever. They'll figure it out. Somehow.
***
Finding this kid's dorm room is even more of a pain than Jensen had feared. The dorm has three entrances on two floors, and is full of young men and women running, wandering apparently aimlessly, practicing for the upcoming musical, and sitting on the floor. Jensen can only hope that the kid isn't really a potential at all, that the whole thing is yet another joke.
That hope is dashed the moment Chris knocks on a door and a blond kid - definitely not a potential - opens it. On one of the beds behind him, another kid is curled into the fetal position, earbuds in his ear. He looks asleep, but when Jensen glances over at him, he opens his eyes and props himself up to look Jensen in the face.
The kid is - Christ, beautiful is the word that comes into Jensen's mind and won't leave. He has even features and scared hazel eyes and an awful lot of hair and Jensen just wants to hold him, take care of him pretty much forever.
The kid is staring back at him with widening eyes, a flush coming into his cheek. He pulls the earbuds out. His mouth opens into the prettiest little O, but he doesn't say anything. Jensen has a moment of triumph that it seems like what he's feeling isn't one-way.
"Jensen," Chris says, nudging him and waking him from his reverie.
"Oh. Uh, I'm Jensen, the alpha of our pack. You're..." he fumbles in his pocket. He knew this kid's name just a few minutes ago, he was the goddamn picture of professionalism. In no time flat, his brain has been turned to mush.
"Jared," the kid says. His cheeks are in full blush now and it is just so fucking adorable, it takes some serious restraint on Jensen's behalf to not just jump him.
Chris gives Jensen an annoyed look and steps forward.
"Jared, we're going to need your schedule, and a list of your friends and their phone numbers. Please take into consideration that this is for your safety, so we're going to need you to be as thorough as possible."
"Can...can you tell me how serious this threat is?" Jared's eyes never leave Jensen's face.
"It's real," Jensen tells him, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. "These guys are serious. They think that werewolves should only mate with other werewolves - it's ridiculous and against our nature. But we'll get them, I promise. And in the meantime, I'll take care of you." Jared smiles and oh shit, he has these dimples, how could anyone be so adorable and so hot at the same time?
"We'll take care of you," Chris corrects him.
"Yeah, that," Jensen agrees. "Uhh...look, here's my card," he says, pulling it out of his wallet. "You can call me about anything. Anything." He hands the card over to Jared and their fingers briefly touch. It's like...well, it's not like touching an electrical current, because that would be unpleasant. This is the opposite of unpleasant. Jensen doesn't want to pull away.
"I will," Jared says, ducking his head. Jensen's twitch with desire to run his fingers through Jared's hair, but instead he sticks his wallet back in his pocket.
"I'll see you later," Jensen tells him as he opens the door.
"Okay," Jared says with a final smile.
***
"Dude, what was that?" Chad asks as soon as the werewolves are gone. "Jared? Jared!"
"What?" Jared asks. "What are you talking about?"
"You and that werewolf guy! Making with the..." Chad waves his hands around "...googly eyes!"
Jared laughs a little nervously. "Really, Chad? Googly eyes?"
"Well, whatever you want to call it. You were staring at him like he makes the sun shine every day. And he was looking at you the same, dude."
"You think?" Jared asks before he can stop himself.
Chad just laughs.
"Fuck yeah. I didn't know you were into guys, though."
Jared shrugs uneasily, hoping this isn't going to be a problem.
"I like girls," he says, choosing his words carefully. "But sometimes I think that maybe guys could do it for me too." He's thought about it a lot, but the idea of talking about it, telling his friends and parents, is pretty scary. So he's only ever gone after girls, and that's cool too. Girls are awesome.
But he's never, ever, ever reacted to anyone, male or female, like he did to the alpha werewolf. The incredibly gorgeous alpha werewolf.
Shit. A werewolf.
Jared holds up the card he's still holding.
Jensen Ackles it says, in tidy script. No title, just a phone number and email address.
***
The pack alpha, Chris had tried to explain, is responsible for delegation. He or she doesn't need to actually go out and do the work.
"But I want to do the work," Jensen had insisted. "Besides, I can delegate from anywhere. I have a cell phone!"
"You just want to stalk that kid," Chris had chided.
Jensen had rolled his eyes, but he hadn't really defended himself. Of course, he tells himself, he isn't actually stalking Jared. He's just keeping an eye on him, making sure he's okay. Jensen had never really been bothered that he hadn't yet found his mate - running a pack was difficult enough without the distraction of another person.
But in the week since he met Jared, Jensen is beginning to think that a mate isn't just a distraction. Someone to wake up next to, someone to confide in, someone to do the dishes after he cooked dinner. Jensen wants it. And he's pretty sure he wants it with Jared.
Even Chris doesn't know about this. Jensen is pack alpha, and his beta wolf will need to be strong and tough. Jared is a college student and...well, a human. He doesn't know anything about werewolf pack dynamics. But Jensen is pretty sure this is not a harmless little crush on a cute boy. He can feel the desire - to bite and mark Jared as his own, to hold him down and kiss him til his lips are bruised, to fuck him senseless - deep in his bones. It's a struggle to resist.
Because ever since Jensen appointed himself Jared's personal bodyguard, he has watched his mate (he will be, says a tiny voice in his head) for at least several hours a day. He's followed Jared to classes, watched him eat lunch on the grassy quad, sat several tables away at the coffee shop while Jared studies.
They almost never actually speak. Jared still flushes red whenever Jensen looks at him, which Jensen can't help but be a little triumphant over. He's pretty sure it means that Jared is attracted to him and feels the bond that's already growing between the two of them. Sometimes Jared doesn't even seem aware of Jensen's presence. But other times, their eyes meet and Jared shoots him that brilliant smile and holy shit, Jensen wants to make sure that no one will ever harm Jared because Jensen will never let him outside again, they'll be too busy doing dirty things for the rest of their lives.
Jensen kind of hates it when he has to give up his Jared-watching shifts to others, but he is the pack alpha and has a lot of responsibilities - such as catching these terrorist bastards. So far they've had shit luck in even trying to nail down who they are. They seem to be working undercover, and Jensen is beginning to be paranoid about pretty much everyone in the pack. He's even been eyeing Chris suspiciously lately, and they've known each other their whole lives.
Jensen is watching Jared hang out with some friends at the quad when his phone rings. It's hard to drag his eyes away from the kid he's beginning to think of as his mate long enough to answer it. Jared is laughing, his dimples out in full force, and Jensen can see him glance over occasionally. Jensen wants to lick his neck.
"What's up, Chris?" he asks, after checking caller ID.
"Jensen, you've gotta get here now," Chris says urgently. "We have reports that the terrorists are having a meeting on the east side of town right now."
"Shit," Jensen says. "Where do the reports come from?"
"An anonymous source, but they have details that only someone in the know could give up. I'm pretty sure we have a turncoat."
"How do you know it's not a trap?" Jensen demands.
"We don't," Chris admits. "But this is the best lead we've had so far, we've got to check it out."
Jensen sighs.
"Get a replacement for me over here, ASAP," he says. "In case this goes belly up, I don't want Jared unprotected."
"Jensen, there is no time," Chris yells. "Get your ass over here because we have got to get going."
"Fuck, okay, I'm on my way," Jensen says.
He shoots one final glance at Jared. Their eyes meet, and Jared smiles shyly. Jensen shrugs, trying to communicate an apology for deserting him before standing up and running off.
***
The bust is sort of effective. Could be better, but considering what they had before was nothing, this is definitely an improvement.
Still, five low-level guys who don't seem to know what's going on? Jensen's not exactly relaxing.
Jensen feels like he's itching under his skin as they run through a debrief, then conference with some human law enforcement officers who have been liaising with the pack.
By the time Jensen can get away from pack offices to return to Jared, six hours have passed and Jensen is nearly frantic. He tries to tell himself that he's paranoid, that the bond he feels with Jared couldn't possibly be strong enough to give him real information yet.
Except it is.
Any doubt Jensen might have had about the bond is erased by the fact that he knows exactly where to find Jared - in the bathroom on the second floor of the music building. What he didn't expect to find was five other wolves surrounding him. Jared is crouched on the tiled floor, one arm thrown over his face.
They're in human form, and Jensen realizes with sinking heart that he knows them, that they're in his pack. He feels a shock of betrayal and anger.
"Get the fuck away from my mate," are the first words he growls.
Mark, one of the wolves - Jensen went to high school with him, for fuck's sake - sneers at him.
"This is your mate, Jensen? Oh, pardon me, alpha? This whining, sniveling human? Wolves aren't good enough for you anymore?"
Jensen can't even think straight, he's so angry. He just lunges, teeth bared.
Later, he barely remembers the fight. Flashes of blood and hair and pain, but mostly there's just the overwhelming anger and the need to protect Jared.
His mate.
All of the terrorists manage to escape with their lives, but Jensen doesn't care. He knows who they are now, they're dead meat. Except for a couple of bruises and a cut on the temple that's going to leave a mark, he's unhurt. There's a reason he's the alpha and they're a bunch of cowards who skulk in the dark.
"Are you okay?" he asks Jared when the bathroom door shuts behind him. He crouches down, so he can look Jared, who's hugging his legs, in the eye. "Did they hurt you? I swear I'm going to hunt them down so fast they'll never fucking do this to anyone again-"
"Oh my god," Jared whimpers. His eyes open wide and scared, and he laughs shakily. "You're asking if I'm okay? You...you're cut."
"I'm fine, Jared," Jensen tells him, brushing it off. "I'm a werewolf, I heal fast. Are you okay, Jared?"
Jared nods. "Yeah," he says. "You got here before they'd done much but push me around a little."
Jensen finds himself growling at the thought of anyone touching Jared that way.
"Don't you worry, Jared," he promises, the growling undertone still strong. "No one is ever going to hurt you again. I swear."
"Jensen, can I ask you a question?" Jared looks almost afraid, and Jensen wants to just...pet him all over until he's calm.
"Anything, Jay."
"What you said back there...with those guys? You called me your mate. What...what does that mean?"
Jensen's heart swoops in his chest.
"Can't you feel it, Jared? The connection between us?" Jensen isn't completely sure how it works for humans, but with Jared right in front of him, he can practically feel the blood pumping in Jared's veins. Surely Jared must feel at least some of that. "Don't you feel it too?"
***
Jared does feel it. It's almost unbearable to be so close to Jensen without touching him. He stares up into Jensen's face for a moment before he nods. The smile that breaks out on Jensen's face in response seems to light a fire inside of Jared and he gives in, pressing forward to touch Jensen's cheek.
If there was a spark between them the first time they touched, this is more like a live wire. All of that watching and wanting and never ever touching is packed into this touch. Any doubts that Jared might have had about whether or not they are truly meant to mate dwindle away into nothing, replaced by a surge of ridiculous, irrational love and heady, powerful lust. Something animal and uncontrollable. A simple touch on the cheek and Jared is already ragingly hard, his jeans suddenly tight and uncomfortable. He needs Jensen's incredible mouth on him now. He doesn't need to wait long.
Jensen lunges forward, kissing Jared with a ferocity unlike anything he's experienced. Jared tries to answer with the same intensity, but it's a lost cause. He opens his mouth to Jensen's searching tongue and lets him taste his mouth, nip at his lips. Jensen pushes Jared against the wall, and okay, Jared never would have believed this, but maybe he kind of likes being manhandled. Or at least his dick likes it, because holy shit, it's a good thing he's already sitting down, because even on the floor, balance is becoming an issue.
Jensen puts hands on Jared's shoulders, pushing him against the bathroom wall, and straddles Jared's lap. He thrusts once, shoving their dicks together. The friction of the rough denim sends sparks up Jared's spine, and he lets his head loll back against the cold tiled wall.
"I'm gonna bite you, Jared, you know that, right?" Jensen asks between gasping breaths.
Jared pauses for a second, but then he nods. He does know that. And shit, he's going to be turned into a werewolf, but when Jensen starts sucking on his ear, then moves down to lave little licks against his neck, it's hard to stay focused on anything other than the idea that they are going to be doing this for the rest of their lives.
"I'm gonna bite you and you're going to be my mate," Jensen repeats. He corrects himself: "You already are my mate, Jared. Knew it the first time I saw you, could hardly bear to leave you alone. God, can barely stand to be away from you." He presses a kiss to the underside of Jared's jaw at the same time he shoves his hard dick up against Jared's. Jared lets out a little moan, incoherent at the words and sensation. "And when I am with you, can barely stand not to touch you. Want to touch you all the time, Jay."
"Touch me, then," Jared mutters. "Not stopping you. Not ever gonna stop you." He attempts to surge forward to lay his own kisses on his mate (holy shit), but Jensen holds him in place, letting out a little dark chuckle and Jared thinks maybe he should be careful what he asks for, but when Jensen starts nipping at his neck, he can't bring himself to care. In the back of his mind there's the realization that they're in a public restroom, but it's just one more thing less important than touching Jensen, than feeling Jensen's hands roam all over his body.
"Can't wait until I turn you," Jensen moans. "Gonna fuck you for hours, Jared. Can't do it in human form."
"We seem to be doing...shit...okay," Jared says, gasping as Jensen reaches for his jeans, tugging open Jared's button fly and pulling out his dick. Jensen pumps it a couple of times, leaving Jared whimpering, before going for his own jeans.
Jensen's dick is a little smaller than Jared's, but Jared thinks it's thicker. He's never seen another man's dick so close and in person before, and he's pretty sure this is the only one he's ever going to see. He wants to touch it, but Jensen has him pinned. And then Jensen pushes forward on his knees and presses their two cocks together, his hands digging into Jared's shoulders, and fuck, the sparks start flying again and all other thoughts fade away. Heat runs up from the base of Jared's feet at the sensation, and it takes a moment for him to understand what Jensen has started muttering.
"Mine. Mine. You're all mine, Jared. My mate, my Jared."
"Fuck," Jared says, the heady feeling of being loved and possessed by Jensen too much to take. His muscles spasm and he's almost in pain from the overwhelming sensations. Jensen wraps his hand around their dicks and oh god, that's it, Jared is coming harder than he ever has in his life. His head thunks against the hard wall, but the pain can't compare with the rush of Jensen's touch, and the realization that this is not a one-time thing.
It's a moment longer for Jensen, and Jared watches his mate jack himself off, stupid from his orgasm and unable to help out as Jensen finally shudders, his head tipping forward to rest on Jared's shoulder.
They're silent for a moment. Then:
"You probably have a lot of questions," Jensen says. His voice is muffled by Jared's shirt and the sweaty skin of his neck.
"Are you going to be there to answer them for me?" Jared asks.
"Always," Jensen says, propping himself back up to meet Jared's eyes. He looks serious and beautiful and Jared's hand itches to touch him. Only the desire to get the fuck out of this bathroom and someplace a lot more comfortable stays his hand.
Jared feels the smile spread across his face.
"Then I'll be okay."