J2 - An Unexpected Love - Chapter 1/16 - Mpreg
Title : An Unexpected Love 1/16
Rating : NC17 for sex folks
Word Count : 4006/4006
Disclaimer : Really if they belonged to me do you think I'd have time to be posting.
Warnings : Talk of past abuse, Mpreg
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munibunny
Art and Soundtrack : ldyghst
Additional Art : wincest_drarry
Characters : Jensen/Jared, Steve/Chris, there may be more pairings along the way I'm not sure at the moment.Mike, Tom, Chad, Sandy, Sophia and Joshua Jackson will all be in this fic. There may be others as I find myself needing more characters.
Summary : Grief stricken over the death of his brother, cynical movie maverick Jared Padalecki did the unthinkable - he sought comfort in the arms of his brother's fiancee. The morning after, they both realized their mistake and left for their separate lives. Only Jared can't forget Jensen's soft lips and beautiful eyes. Even as Jared was beginning to think he had to see him again, Jensen came to him.
Jensen was pregnant with his child. His - not his brother's. Jared knew he wanted Jensen more than he'd ever wanted any other woman or man.
First he had to marry him.
Then he had to make Jensen love him.
Author Notes : I am basing this story off a book I read fourteen years ago. I do actually have the book but I will not be using it to write this story. I will be going from my memory of what happened in it, there will be some things that run the way the book did and lots that will not as this is a J2 and mpreg on top of that. The only thing that will be word for word, and then not really, will be the summary since I couldn't do it justice any other way.
Based on the book Scandals by JoAnn Ross
Chapters 1 2 3 4A 4B 5A 5B 5C 6A 6B 7A 7B 8A 8B 9A 9B 10 11A 11B 12A 12B 13A 13B 14 15A 15B 16
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Jensen lay on the bed, eyes red and puffy, and his face the splotchy color of someone who had been crying for days. He stared at the closet where his tuxedo was still cocooned in its bag. Today was supposed to be his wedding day, instead he would be attending a funeral. The sob, he'd been battling for the past hour tore from his throat, his body trembling with grief and exhaustion.
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The last message on his phone from Jeff was a promise that this was their last run down the mountain and then they were hauling ass back to the room, and he expected Jensen to warm him up when he got there. Jensen could hear Jared in the background yelling for Jeff to hurry up before they were skiing in the dark.
He’d been sitting in the hotel dining room when the alarm went up that there had been an avalanche on the north face of the mountain. Jensen had no idea how he made it back to his room."
For three days he'd held on to the possibility that Jeff would be found alive, prayed to God and every idol, he could think of that he wouldn't lose the best thing in his life. There had been a glimmer of hope when Jared had been pulled free from a snowy grave a day into the search, he'd been able to survive because an air pocket had formed when the snow poured down around him.
Jeff had not been so lucky. Jared refused to return to the hotel without his brother, he wouldn't even allow the rescue teams doctor to look at him. Ultimately, he was the one who found Jeff. A small bit of red showing through the snow, and Jared was digging with his bare hands, no amount of begging or pleading moved him until he uncovered his brother. Jensen met them on the front steps of the hotel as the crews came back, fear freezing him at the bottom step as Jared jumped from the cab of one of the plows. Jared's eyes were filled with grief and Jensen knew before Jared gently lifted the body of his brother into his arms, that his life would never be the same.
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Jensen stepped onto the back porch of Jeff's parents house. The funeral had been just what he'd expected, people crying through the chapel, eulogies given by people from all walks of life. Jeff was pure sunshine and anyone that had ever been touched by him knew it. Jerry and Sherri had asked that he sit with the family. Even though the wedding had never taken place, they already considered Jensen part of the family. He found it hard to look at Jared.
The man didn't take his sunglasses off even when he gave his part of the eulogy. Jared told of the boy that had been bright as the sun, who grew into a man that anyone would be proud to call his friend, but Jared got to call his brother. He talked of Jeff's single-minded determination to finish medical school, so he could help people and not just listen to people talk about it. Jared's voice held strong through his memories of his brother, wavering only when he looked at his parents. Jensen felt like he was looking straight at him and yet was completely shocked when Jared spoke his name and thanked him for loving his brother. Jared had seen Jeff the happiest he'd ever been over the last year, and it was because he was in love and was loved in return.
Jared had always been an enigma. Jeff adored him and the affection seemed to go both ways, but where Jeff was fun loving and light hearted, Jared was serious and very focused. Jensen wasn't ever really sure if Jared approved of his and Jeff's friendship much less their relationship years later. He couldn't fault Jared's love for his brother though, when Jeff didn't want the normal bachelor party, instead wanting to go skiing with his brother, Jared couldn’t say no. He even stopped production on the movie he'd been directing to do just that for several days.
Jensen snapped back to the present when the screen door thumped behind him and Jared walked to his side. They said nothing for several minutes, preferring to look out at the snow covered woods behind the house. Jensen used to love snow, so beautiful in its white pristine state, hanging onto branches and coating everything in clean icy lines. Now all he could see when he looked out onto the landscape was death and darkness. He turned at the sound of a can popping open. The truth was, he hadn't paid much attention to Jared since coming back to the house, lost in his own pain, but when he looked up, Jared’s sunglasses were hanging around the his neck, and it looked as if he was seven cans into a twelve pack.
Jensen never could get a handle on what made Jared tick. He had grown up in the Padalecki house, his mom being the head of their domestic help. Jeffery and Jensen had been inseparable from the start. They played together, went to school together and, on more than one occasion, got into trouble together. One of the most memorable times had been when they had ridden their bikes into town, ditching school and hanging out in the arcade, eating ice cream until they were sick to their stomachs. Sometimes Jensen wondered if he'd stolen Jeff away from Jared and the thought always made him sad.
The house had been in an uproar when they got back, the school had called their parents. Jared who was two years older and went to the high school down the street was called to the principal’s office and taken home before anyone would tell him what was going on. Everyone was understandably upset when they both walked through the front door, grubby and nauseous but otherwise unharmed. They hadn't seen daylight for a month, but Jensen still thought it was worth it to this day.
Jared was leaning heavily on the porch post, tipping back another can of beer. Jensen watched blankly as he didn't stop until he drained the can completely, crumpling it in huge hands and hurling it towards the barn. Jensen watched as it arced through the air bouncing off the garden wall. He grimaced when he heard another top pop, jumping a little when something nudged against his arm. When he looked back over, Jared was offering him a beer, still not looking at him but staring straight ahead. Jensen knew getting drunk wouldn't change anything, but if it could help him forget for just a little while, numb the pain for just a moment, it might just be worth it, so he accepted the offer.
"Had to get some air," Jared mumbled.
Jensen wasn't sure a response was needed so he just nodded, tipping back the can and draining the contents. He startled when Jared pushed off the column, fumbling with something in his pocket, when he pulled out his car keys Jensen's heart stopped and then started beating triple time.
"Jared what are you doing?"
"I can't be here right now, I can't breathe."
"I don't think it's a good idea if you drive. Why don't you go lay down and sleep it off some before you think about leaving"? Jensen tried to reason.
"How about no. I've got a case in the truck and if that's not enough I have a bottle of the good stuff." Jared slurred, finally getting his keys untangled from the inside of his pants. He held them up, searching for the key to his truck, and in the process of grabbing for the right one, dropped them.
Jensen quickly leaned down and picked them up before Jared could gain some coordination
"Let me drive you home. Your parents don't need to lose their other son tonight."
Jared stared at him for a few minutes like he was trying to work a puzzle before nodding, and stumbling down the steps.
"All right, but I'm not going home. I'm going up to the cabin," he said.
Jensen heaved a sigh, not sure he’d done the right thing. The cabin was closer, but it would be fucking cold since no one had taken the time to get it ready for company. He followed Jared down the steps, rounding the four by four and climbing into the seat. Jared crawled into the passenger seat, reaching back to grab another can of beer. Jensen shook his head as he pulled out of the driveway. He had to take it slowly since the snow was falling again.
Jared could have probably driven himself, since the drive consisted of back roads along their property, and there was no chance Jared could have hurt anyone but himself. Jensen felt it would be disloyal to Jeff to let his brother wrap his truck around a tree. It took them about fifteen minutes to make it up the rutted trail and to the cabin's front door, Jensen praying the whole way that the truck wouldn't get stuck. He didn't favor a walk in the snow, especially in the slick bottomed dress shoes he was still wearing.
He groaned when he stepped down and sunk up to his shin in cold wet snow. He was even more miffed that Jared, who had to be three sheets to the wind, was out of the truck, juggling a bag and the case of beer. Jensen rounded the truck, reaching out to grab the bag from Jared, so he could open the door when his shoe lost purchase on a hidden sheet of ice, and he tumbled backwards into the snow. Jared turned at his yelp of surprise, too stunned to do anything but stare for a moment. Jared leant forward to offer him a hand up but Jensen was trying to save some of his dignity and pushed to his feet, only to have them fly out from under him again.
Jared shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the door, finally getting the key in and opening it. Jensen was able to gain his feet the second time but his clothes were completely soaked, and he was already starting to shiver. He trudged into the cabin, slamming the door behind him, still grumbling to himself about letting dumb ass men drink themselves stupid and being a new tree ornament. Jared seemed completely unconcerned as he set about building a fire and drinking himself into alcohol poisoning.
The sound of Jensen's teeth rattling was also apparently enough to cut through Jared's drunken haze. He frowned at the soaked material sticking to Jensen's body and the blue tinge to his skin. He shook his head trying to clear it and figure out just when Jensen had gotten wet. He gave up when the sound of teeth chattering distracted him, he stood and went to the closet and pulled out blankets, there was no way in hell he was going to be the cause of someone else dying.
"Hey, take off those wet clothes and wrap up. I'll set them by the fire, and they should dry," Jared said as he sat back down in front of the fire.
Jensen looked at him like he'd lost his mind before another shiver racked his body. He walked to the far side of the room, tugged off his wet clothes, and wrapped himself in the large blanket. He carefully sat back down in front of the fire and took the whiskey Jared offered him, drinking right from the bottle. The slow burn spread through his limbs and warmed blood sluggish from the cold. It wasn't long before he'd caught up with Jared in the inebriated department.
If you asked them later, neither one knew who made the first move nor even why the move was made, but Jensen couldn't deny the feel of Jared's tongue and teeth marking the delicate skin along his neck and behind his ear, nor the hard line of Jared's cock pressed against his own, the thin material of boxers and fine fabric doing little to mask the heat and the smell of arousal that surrounded them.
The pace at which clothes disappeared was frantic, the need to feel warm skin moving and shifting together, an affirmation of life after losing so much. If Jared felt the drops hitting the backs of his hands where they held Jensen to him, then he thought it was only fair not to say anything when he was certain Jensen could taste the evidence of his own grief falling down his cheeks.
Jensen shifted further up on his knees trying to rush Jared, needing to have the void that was eating at his body and soul filled. He'd think about the care Jared took with him later, even in the desperate state they were in, reaching for something neither one could name but couldn't breathe without. Jared growled in the back of his throat when Jensen reached behind himself and pulled the fingers buried deep inside away. He quickly lowered himself onto Jared's cock, the stretch and burn sizzling through his body.
Jared's nerves were on overload as tight, wet heat closed around him, dragging a shuddering moan from his throat, his hands grasping Jensen's waist helping him maintain his balance, and rhythm. The quiet whimpers and breathy moans driving Jared out of his mind, the pace quickening. Jared leaned his back against the couch, lifting Jensen up until only the head of his cock was still held within the tight ring of muscle. He met each downward drop with a roll and thrust of his hips, the friction almost too much but not quite enough.
Jensen's hands were braced on his shoulders, holding on and providing leverage for even deeper thrusts, Jared changed the angle, battering Jensen's prostate again and again, until he felt the fine tremors start to rack the body above him. Jensen's head was thrown back and Jared took the opportunity to lean in and bite the freckled collarbone that had been tempting him for the last several minutes. Jensen's guttural shout as he came in hot, pulsing waves over both their stomachs, and the muscles convulsing around Jared's cock, sent him over the edge.
Jared thrust once more, holding Jensen still, grinding his hips up trying to stay as far inside the tight heat surrounding him, as long as he possibly could. His cock throbbed and jerked, shooting milky jets of come deep inside Jensen's body. Jensen was slumped forward, his head resting on Jared's shoulder, both of them panting out breaths of exertion. Several minutes slipped by before Jared had the strength to lift Jensen carefully free, it was then that he realized Jensen had passed out. He wrapped them both up, the cabin's air chilly against the sweat cooling on their bodies, falling asleep quickly for the first time in a week.
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Jared woke several hours later as the shadows giving way to night. The fire had died to small flickering lights and very little warmth. He quickly threw more logs in, stoking it until the flames were high enough to illuminate the man laying on his stomach three feet away from where he was crouched. He quietly slid back under the covers, careful not to jostle Jensen, the thought of the coming confrontation not something he was looking forward to. Jared turned on his side, propping himself on his elbow and cradling his head in his hand.
He'd never given Jensen much thought other than in the context of Jeff's best friend, boyfriend and then eventually fiance. Jensen had pretty much just always been quiet and shy, that is, unless he and Jeff had been getting into trouble. Jensen seemed to ghost through the house, treading quietly and quickly when he'd been around. Not that he'd noticed at the time, but looking back now, it was almost as if Jensen had been afraid of him.
Jared had spent time with his brother, but Jared had been older, and eventually he'd gone away to college, not coming home as often as he should have. He remembered how shocked he'd been when he moved back to town to find that Jensen was living in Paris since it didn't seem entirely normal to see Jeff without Jensen. His brother told him that Jensen had to go there in order to study with the artists he'd chosen for his project. Jared could tell Jeff was bothered by something, but he hadn't felt like sharing and Jared didn't feel like it was his place to push.
A quiet whimper caught Jared's attention. He ran his finger along Jensen cheek, drying the tears that were slowly falling. Jared had never noticed how long Jensen's eyelashes were before that moment. They brushed freckled skin, wet with slowly falling tears. Jared continued to map out the body beside him, his brow furrowing at the dozens of faint silvery lines marring the smooth expanse of Jensen's back. He reached out tracing one with the tip of his finger, wondering what they were from.
"Please don't,"
The request was spoken so quietly Jared thought, he might have imagined it. Jensen's eyes blinked open and he was staring into bruised green eyes, once sparkling with life, now dulled by heartache. Jared pulled his hand away, lay down on his back and watched the firelight flicker across the ceiling. When he looked back over, Jensen had closed his eyes but Jared didn't think he was asleep. His body was tense and the tears that had been falling subconsciously had stopped. Jared sighed and closed his eyes too. A few more hours sleep would, hopefully, help him decide what to do about the mess he'd managed to make.
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Jensen woke again with sun streaming across his face, blinding him with its brightness. His head was pounding and other things were making themselves known as well. He groaned softly as he shifted, trying to find a way to hide from the light stabbing through his head, but he pulled up short when he encountered a warm body lying beside him. Jensen froze, searching his memory for an explanation. When it came, he couldn't decide if running or dying was a better option.
He had gotten drunk and had sex. Not only had he had sex on the day his fiance was buried, he'd had it with his dead fiance's brother. Jensen wasn't promiscuous by nature. He never did one night stands, always needing a physical relationship to be balanced with an emotional one as well. He honestly couldn't blame what had happened solely on himself or the alcohol, but the need to be touched and loved had been a physical ache.
Jensen finally opened his eyes, looking over at the man radiating heat like a furnace. Jared was sleeping, breathing softly through parted lips, eyelashes brushing tanned flesh. There were similarities and yet so many differences. They shared the same forehead and nose, but where Jeff's lips were thin, Jared's were full. Their eyes were the same blue/green but Jared's were what could only be compared to a cat's, tilted and fringed with long dark lashes. The biggest difference though was their personalities. Where Jeff's had been bright and full of light, Jared was intense and very focused.
Jensen quietly slid from under the covers, quietly retrieving his clothes and dressing. He went about picking up the discarded cans and bottles, throwing them in a trash bag and setting it by the door. He sat down, albeit carefully, and waited for Jared to wake up. He continued to go over the night’s events in his head, from the drinking to the sex, and what the hell had they used for lube, because obviously it hadn't been a lot of anything.
Jensen felt like shit. He didn't know if what happened could be classified as cheating since Jeff was dead, but that's exactly what it felt like, a betrayal of the worst kind. He wished he could take some comfort in the fact that Jared would be feeling even worse, but he couldn't. Jared had needed the same reaffirmation of life that he had, and while it had been a mistake, it was one that could at least be explained away by mutual grief. He was sitting with his head in his hands when Jared started to stir.
Jared groaned as he moved his head. He swore there were at least three elephants in there stomping around, and then he remembered fucking his dead brother's fiance the night before and it hit him in the gut, like a well placed fist. He barely made it into the bathroom before losing what was left of the liquor sloshing around in his stomach. The burn of it coming back up was enough to take last night off his mind, at least for a little while. A cool cloth was placed against the back of his neck, and a cup of water set on the sink before he felt Jensen move away and into the other room.
Jared found his clothes sitting outside the bathroom door and dressed quickly. He had no idea how he was going to look Jensen in the eyes. Even though he knew they were both to blame, he couldn’t help feeling like he’d taken advantage of the situation. Jensen was sitting in the same chair he'd been in when Jared first woke up, his head leaned back against the wall and his eyes closed.
"Stop," Jensen said quietly.
"Stop what?"
"The guilt. It's not going to do either of us any good. We got drunk, and as stupid as it was, we didn't hurt anyone but ourselves. I'm just as responsible for this as you are so lets just leave it at that. We both needed to be with someone last night, someone who understood what the other was feeling. It doesn't need to be this huge thing. You have your life and I have mine. Jeff would understand."
"You think Jeff would understand that I got drunk and fucked his fiance?" Jared asked, a little anger creeping into his tone.
"No, I think Jeff would understand that we were both hurting so bad last night that we needed something to hold on to. I think he'd be happy that we took care of each other and didn't do something unforgivable. This is forgivable. This was a one time thing born from the loss of someone very special to both of us."
"Okay...." Jared breathed, not entirely sure how to react to Jensen's quiet declaration.
The thing was, Jensen was probably right that if it were going to happen, Jeff would have wanted it to be with a person that he trusted.
"I think it's time to get back. I'm sure your parents are worrying about where you are, since cells don't get service here, and they can't get up with you," Jensen suggested.
"Yeah," Jared mumbled, still not quite believing he wasn't going to have to deal with a meltdown on either of their parts. Of course, he was sure once he shut the door to his apartment, he'd be freaking plenty.
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Thirty minutes later, Jared was dropping Jensen off at his car. Jared wanted him to come in and at least eat, but Jensen didn't think he could face Jeff's parents, especially smelling of alcohol and sex. When Jensen started his car and shut the door he thought he was shutting it on all things Padalecki. As much as he loved Jeff, he didn't think he could be reminded of what he'd lost every time he entered the house, and with what had happened at the cabin it was probably for the best anyway.
There was no way he could know how wrong he was
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