HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 34
Warnings: This Chapter: Sexually explicit content. Slight d/s themes Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
There was nothing unusual about the flight. Jared learned that Jensen was impatient in line and flirty with air stewards. Jensen learned that Jared was a nervous flier. They both learned that joining the mile high club was difficult when you’re 6’4” and 6’1” and well built. Difficult but not impossible and in such an enclosed space Jensen could never be in any danger of falling. As an aside, after returning from the cramped cubicle, Jared also learned that Jensen had a special smirk, dirtier than any he’d seen before and he really loved this one.
***
Mac was a star, her brother could freely admit it as he bounced on the huge bed in the country club’s exclusive suite. She had booked the suite for him, months in advance, and kept faith that he would be here to use it. “I love this place.”
“I love your sister already.”
Jensen eyed Jared’s baggage and the suit holder as he placed it in the wardrobe. “Show me. Just a little peek.”
“Nuh-uh, you’ll have to wait.”
“You’re such a girl, hiding your outfit.” Jensen teased from the bed. There was a whump as Jared launched himself at the bed and they wrestled as he set about investigating whether Jensen was ticklish [the answer being, yes, on his feet, under his arms and at the back of his neck.] They were laughing, breathless and pink-cheeked when they heard a giggle and turned in unison to face the door.
“Oh my Jen! You should probably learn how to lock doors.”
They sat up with tousled hair and rumpled clothes and Jared bit the inside of his cheek to stop the laughter bubbling up in him from loudly exploding.
“Mac!”
They met in an embrace in the middle of the room. “Missed you.” she said, mussing her brother’s hair with elegant fingers.
“Me too Sis. Thanks for making sure I had somewhere to stay.”
“You expect me to trust you to organize anything when you’re buried in an investigation? I know you. Mmhm. I could do with an introduction to your plus one though.”
Jared unfurled himself from the bed, ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed his clothes. He crossed the distance, smiled that megawatt white smile and offered his hand to Mac, polite and elegant. “Hey. I’m Jared. Your brother told me you’re wonderful but he never mentioned how beautiful you are.”
Mac smiled broadly, her green eyes lit with amusement. She could admit to being smitten on first sight. “Jensen. Whatever store you found this one at, I need to go there. Now!”
“You’re taken and if I hear any suggestion of anything other than that, you won’t get a present.”
"Ooh presents, OK, I’ll be good but I’m allowed to look, right?”
Jensen gathered his hand around Jared’s waist and pulled him to his side. “Look only. I’m very possessive.”
She grabbed Jared and pulled him to sit on the large couch. Jensen sat awkwardly on the matching chair and hoped this wouldn‘t be too difficult for his boyfriend. He wondered at he use of that term boyfriend but it fit and he quite liked it.“You are way too good for him. So how did you meet? He never tells me anything.” she pouted at her brother.
Jared chuckled, a restrained cocktail-party laugh . Inside he didn’t know whether he could do this. He hadn’t asked about Jensen’s family, he had made assumptions. The detective was wealthy, it was never overt, just there in the little things, the way he lived, the casual ease with money and possessions. In front of him now, in this place, it had to be here of all places, in the accent, in Mackenzie’s manner and dress, was the evidence of Texan old-money. Wealth with social constraints, political sway and power. His nerves were on edge, his stomach was curling into a hard nauseous ball. He wasn’t what she thought he was and if she knew she would be appalled. She’d be chasing him out of her safe country club. He carried on smiling. He could do this, he’d learned to play this part a long time ago. This was the façade he’d been taught to present to the moneyed classes, composed, privileged and polite. A far cry from the down and dirty slut that frequented rundown bars at he wrong side of town. “We were neighbors. It developed from there.” he said.
Jensen didn’t recognize this Jared. He was held stiff, his laugh strained, the tension in his jaw and eyes was visible. He interrupted. “I tried to impress him with the size of my barrel but it didn’t work. I charmed him in the end though.”
“You’d better keep him Jen. I want to see more of him.”
“Oh no. He is definitely staying fully clothed in your presence Sis.”
“The very thought..”
“Well as lovely as this is, you have checked that I’ve arrived and nosed at Jared. We have to make ourselves beautiful to meet your young man so I am going to throw you out now. You can go and tell Mama everything.”
“As if…”
“Scoot.”
“Till later.” Jared smiled.
She gave a sarcastic wave as she exited the suite and Jensen locked the door behind her.
Jared rounded on Jensen the moment the door was locked. “What was that about Jen? You virtually threw her out.”
Jensen folded his arms over his chest. “You tell me Jay. You’ve been uptight with everyone since you’ve been here. Oh you’ve been polite and ever so distinguished but you haven’t been you. I brought you here. That is my sister and I wanted you to meet her but she gets a freakin’ Ken-doll. I get that you might be nervous but these are my family and friends and they are good people.”
“Well who do you want them to meet Jen? The one who hangs around in suspect bars to take them out back for a blow job?” there was anger and hurt in his voice.
“No, because that isn’t you either. The real you is suave, sexy and funny. He’s a bit clumsy, he’s a friendly neighbor, a successful businessman, he’s an accomplished runner, a community asset and” he moved in to Jared’s space and pressed his lips by his ear .. “and he’s mine.” He cupped his jaw, smoothing a thumb over it and pulled him close for a kiss. Jared squeezed his eyes tight, unclenched his fists and relaxed into it. He slicked his tongue over Jensen’s lips, then sucked his bottom lip in between his own. Then their lips crashed together, tongues exploring and tangling, lips sliding. Their groins pressed together and Jared moaned and bucked against the straining crotch of his lover. Jensen pulled him in and rubbed against him, with little groaning noises.
Jensen pulled away first. “The shower here fits two AND it’s got grab-bars and a seat. I vote we check it out.”
“Seconded.” moaned the tall man as he pushed Jensen’s T-shirt up over his head, scraping his knuckles over the firm abs and chest.
“Gonna get you so relaxed.” murmured Jensen as he allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom.
The water was warm and the jets refreshing, splashing over them as Jared foamed Jensen’s hair and rinsed it off carefully. Jensen sat, with water beating down on him as Jared repeated the action on his own hair, white foam running in rivulets down his firm shoulders and along the line of his spine. Jensen made a faint mewling nose as the foam disappeared in to the crack at the base of his spine, reappearing to complete it‘s journey over the muscular thighs and calves.
Jared pulled Jensen up manoevring him against the cool tiles “Hang on.” he muttered as he moved one of his lover’s hands to the sturdy rail beside them. He squirted a generous blob of soap and lathered it between his large hands, slipping it between his fingers. He soaped Jensen’s body slowly trailing his hands over his neck, his chest, his stomach, pressing kisses in their wake, ignoring the strong alkali taste on his lips. His hand feathered lightly down his treasure trail until he reached the swollen member, erect and spilling precome into the falling streams of water. He moved his hand steadily and firmly now, gripping the base and lathering the soap up it’s length and over the tip. His other hand reached for his own cock and coated it, jacking it firmly, rubbing over the head. His lips whispered sin and his eyes were wide, pupils blown black as he looked at Jensen and moved in to cover his body with his own, cover his lips and press his tongue hard into his mouth. Then he was grasping Jensen’s dick to his own, trapping them together in the warm grip of his hand. He stroked up the length, tugging in lazy rhythm, twisting as he reached the weeping heads, all the while tongue-fucking into his mouth. His other hand reached around to cup his balls , rubbing with fingers, thumb dragging over the sensitive perineum between. Jensen was mewling again, breath coming in short needy gasps. He moved into Jared’s touch, matching his rhythm as it got faster, pressing his free hand into the wet brown hair, twisting and pulling on, dragging groans of ecstasy from the younger man. They gave in to sensation of it all, Jensen coming first with a choked off cry, coating Jared’s hand with thick fluid, pushing him over the edge with a delirious moan.
Jensen sat back heavily on the bench with a moan and reached around Jared’s waist to pepper his thighs, stomach and softened cock with kisses. Jared placed an affectionate kiss to the crown of Jensen’s head. “Mmmm.” vocalized a blissed-out detective and the brunette laughed. “I think we’re too relaxed now.”
They turned the heat of the water down a notch and washed. For a moment the detective gazed at the man sharing his space and thought “I love you.” but he remained quiet and banished the idea, it had to be a crush, they were only just getting to know each other.
***
It had to be the black pinstripe. He’d known it would be. A crisp white Italian cotton shirt with subtle pattern, accentuating the golden flesh at his neck where an elegant burgundy tie was knotted perfectly and held in place with a silver tie-pin. Jensen couldn’t stop staring.
“Does my bum look big in this?” Jared joked.
“Everything looks perfect in that.” Jensen breathed. “Forget the party, we can have our own, here.”
“Oh no! Have you seen you? I intend to be seen with you tonight.” it was his turn to ogle his perfectly turned out partner. “You chose a suit to match mine.” he said as his eyes roamed over the tight fitting black pants, the shined shoes and the pressed cotton shirt with faint pink stripes.”
“Ahh. Now how could I possibly have done that.” laughed Jensen and reached to squeeze his partner’s ass. “Now c’mon.”
***
Jared took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as Jensen squeezed his hand and pulled him into the grandly named ballroom. There was a small musical ensemble playing classical music to the side of a raised dais and groups of elegantly dressed people mingling with waiters offering canapés and sparkling drinks. Tables were extravagantly decorated with flowers and name cards. A tray passed at eye level carrying golden liquid in crystal glasses. Jensen tracked it’s progress with alarm. Now Jared squeezed Jensen’s hand “It's OK You can do this.” he whispered.
“Jenny. You made it! Oh my! You brought the alpaca. You’re looking good there.” Chad wriggled his way between them and draped his arms around them both.
Jared looked puzzled “What is it with alpacas?”
“Ask Misha.” they answered simultaneously.
“Jared, I need to borrow your boyfriend for a few minutes. Not something I’d normally do but since he hasn’t been answering his phone..” he winked at Jared “Probably because you were having hot boy sex.”
“You’re a douche bag.” said Jensen.
“You love me.” joked Chad, but his face tensed and became serious “It’s a development that can’t wait Jen.”
“You go ahead. I’m going to search out some sparkly apple juice in one of those dainty glasses, for you to be seen with.” he acknowledged the Texan detective with a nod and turned on his heel to hunt out the bar. The two lawmen the bent their heads close, speaking quietly. “This better be good, it’s my sister’s night dude.”
“It's not good, it's very bad so listen up Jen. We located the Painters’ van, as in, our main suspect‘s van.”
“Well that’s interesting news Chad but it could wait.”
“It was found two blocks from Madison House Mansions a month ago. Do the math Jen. I want you to get your security hiked up. You need to be vigilant. I mean paranoid-careful Jensen and your boyfriend there, we should keep an eye on him too.”
“You don’t think..”
“I don’t know what to think Jensen, I just know we can’t be too careful.”
His stomach did flip flops and he knew he wouldn’t be eating the meal that was served that evening. The color left his face and Chad put an arm out to steady him. “Where exactly?”
Chad named the street and the block number and and his stomach ceased with the flip flops and clenched into tight twisted coils. His breath came in short, shallow bursts. There was a flashback playing in his head. She had worked that street, a petite brunette staring him in the eyes “You were on TV.” she’d said. He had to be crazy, but he had to know. “Have you fingerprinted it?”
“Forensics will be all over it next week. It’s not our team, they have their own priorities. FBI have bumped it up as far as they can.”
“Have you completed forensics for the Fay crime-scene?”
“Mostly. There were definitely two assailants. The prints have been run, we have James’ for sure. The rest don’t match anyone we’ve got on database.”
“Do me a favor, don’t argue with me on this. I want you to run Caitlin Doe’s prints against them, specifically hers, as soon as you can.”
“She would have come up as a match Jen. What is this about?”
“You look at her file, draw your own conclusions. I may be way off but what if James got carried away and decided to punish Emma for flirting? I just need to be sure. Run her by the profiler for me too?”
“Sure thing Jen. Are you certain you’re going to be OK? Shall I find Jay for you? He’s taking forever with that juice.”
Chad came back fifteen minutes later. “Jen I can’t find Jared anywhere. Mac hasn’t seen him.”
“Very funny Chad. He’s too tall to disappear in this crowd.”
“No seriously, he’s nowhere and he hasn’t gone back to your room.”
Fear spiked through him, it felt like his heart was going to burst. His hands shook and he couldn’t form his words properly, “Find him. Have to find him Chad.”
Continued in part 35 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/10487.html
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
There was nothing unusual about the flight. Jared learned that Jensen was impatient in line and flirty with air stewards. Jensen learned that Jared was a nervous flier. They both learned that joining the mile high club was difficult when you’re 6’4” and 6’1” and well built. Difficult but not impossible and in such an enclosed space Jensen could never be in any danger of falling. As an aside, after returning from the cramped cubicle, Jared also learned that Jensen had a special smirk, dirtier than any he’d seen before and he really loved this one.
***
Mac was a star, her brother could freely admit it as he bounced on the huge bed in the country club’s exclusive suite. She had booked the suite for him, months in advance, and kept faith that he would be here to use it. “I love this place.”
“I love your sister already.”
Jensen eyed Jared’s baggage and the suit holder as he placed it in the wardrobe. “Show me. Just a little peek.”
“Nuh-uh, you’ll have to wait.”
“You’re such a girl, hiding your outfit.” Jensen teased from the bed. There was a whump as Jared launched himself at the bed and they wrestled as he set about investigating whether Jensen was ticklish [the answer being, yes, on his feet, under his arms and at the back of his neck.] They were laughing, breathless and pink-cheeked when they heard a giggle and turned in unison to face the door.
“Oh my Jen! You should probably learn how to lock doors.”
They sat up with tousled hair and rumpled clothes and Jared bit the inside of his cheek to stop the laughter bubbling up in him from loudly exploding.
“Mac!”
They met in an embrace in the middle of the room. “Missed you.” she said, mussing her brother’s hair with elegant fingers.
“Me too Sis. Thanks for making sure I had somewhere to stay.”
“You expect me to trust you to organize anything when you’re buried in an investigation? I know you. Mmhm. I could do with an introduction to your plus one though.”
Jared unfurled himself from the bed, ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed his clothes. He crossed the distance, smiled that megawatt white smile and offered his hand to Mac, polite and elegant. “Hey. I’m Jared. Your brother told me you’re wonderful but he never mentioned how beautiful you are.”
Mac smiled broadly, her green eyes lit with amusement. She could admit to being smitten on first sight. “Jensen. Whatever store you found this one at, I need to go there. Now!”
“You’re taken and if I hear any suggestion of anything other than that, you won’t get a present.”
"Ooh presents, OK, I’ll be good but I’m allowed to look, right?”
Jensen gathered his hand around Jared’s waist and pulled him to his side. “Look only. I’m very possessive.”
She grabbed Jared and pulled him to sit on the large couch. Jensen sat awkwardly on the matching chair and hoped this wouldn‘t be too difficult for his boyfriend. He wondered at he use of that term boyfriend but it fit and he quite liked it.“You are way too good for him. So how did you meet? He never tells me anything.” she pouted at her brother.
Jared chuckled, a restrained cocktail-party laugh . Inside he didn’t know whether he could do this. He hadn’t asked about Jensen’s family, he had made assumptions. The detective was wealthy, it was never overt, just there in the little things, the way he lived, the casual ease with money and possessions. In front of him now, in this place, it had to be here of all places, in the accent, in Mackenzie’s manner and dress, was the evidence of Texan old-money. Wealth with social constraints, political sway and power. His nerves were on edge, his stomach was curling into a hard nauseous ball. He wasn’t what she thought he was and if she knew she would be appalled. She’d be chasing him out of her safe country club. He carried on smiling. He could do this, he’d learned to play this part a long time ago. This was the façade he’d been taught to present to the moneyed classes, composed, privileged and polite. A far cry from the down and dirty slut that frequented rundown bars at he wrong side of town. “We were neighbors. It developed from there.” he said.
Jensen didn’t recognize this Jared. He was held stiff, his laugh strained, the tension in his jaw and eyes was visible. He interrupted. “I tried to impress him with the size of my barrel but it didn’t work. I charmed him in the end though.”
“You’d better keep him Jen. I want to see more of him.”
“Oh no. He is definitely staying fully clothed in your presence Sis.”
“The very thought..”
“Well as lovely as this is, you have checked that I’ve arrived and nosed at Jared. We have to make ourselves beautiful to meet your young man so I am going to throw you out now. You can go and tell Mama everything.”
“As if…”
“Scoot.”
“Till later.” Jared smiled.
She gave a sarcastic wave as she exited the suite and Jensen locked the door behind her.
Jared rounded on Jensen the moment the door was locked. “What was that about Jen? You virtually threw her out.”
Jensen folded his arms over his chest. “You tell me Jay. You’ve been uptight with everyone since you’ve been here. Oh you’ve been polite and ever so distinguished but you haven’t been you. I brought you here. That is my sister and I wanted you to meet her but she gets a freakin’ Ken-doll. I get that you might be nervous but these are my family and friends and they are good people.”
“Well who do you want them to meet Jen? The one who hangs around in suspect bars to take them out back for a blow job?” there was anger and hurt in his voice.
“No, because that isn’t you either. The real you is suave, sexy and funny. He’s a bit clumsy, he’s a friendly neighbor, a successful businessman, he’s an accomplished runner, a community asset and” he moved in to Jared’s space and pressed his lips by his ear .. “and he’s mine.” He cupped his jaw, smoothing a thumb over it and pulled him close for a kiss. Jared squeezed his eyes tight, unclenched his fists and relaxed into it. He slicked his tongue over Jensen’s lips, then sucked his bottom lip in between his own. Then their lips crashed together, tongues exploring and tangling, lips sliding. Their groins pressed together and Jared moaned and bucked against the straining crotch of his lover. Jensen pulled him in and rubbed against him, with little groaning noises.
Jensen pulled away first. “The shower here fits two AND it’s got grab-bars and a seat. I vote we check it out.”
“Seconded.” moaned the tall man as he pushed Jensen’s T-shirt up over his head, scraping his knuckles over the firm abs and chest.
“Gonna get you so relaxed.” murmured Jensen as he allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom.
The water was warm and the jets refreshing, splashing over them as Jared foamed Jensen’s hair and rinsed it off carefully. Jensen sat, with water beating down on him as Jared repeated the action on his own hair, white foam running in rivulets down his firm shoulders and along the line of his spine. Jensen made a faint mewling nose as the foam disappeared in to the crack at the base of his spine, reappearing to complete it‘s journey over the muscular thighs and calves.
Jared pulled Jensen up manoevring him against the cool tiles “Hang on.” he muttered as he moved one of his lover’s hands to the sturdy rail beside them. He squirted a generous blob of soap and lathered it between his large hands, slipping it between his fingers. He soaped Jensen’s body slowly trailing his hands over his neck, his chest, his stomach, pressing kisses in their wake, ignoring the strong alkali taste on his lips. His hand feathered lightly down his treasure trail until he reached the swollen member, erect and spilling precome into the falling streams of water. He moved his hand steadily and firmly now, gripping the base and lathering the soap up it’s length and over the tip. His other hand reached for his own cock and coated it, jacking it firmly, rubbing over the head. His lips whispered sin and his eyes were wide, pupils blown black as he looked at Jensen and moved in to cover his body with his own, cover his lips and press his tongue hard into his mouth. Then he was grasping Jensen’s dick to his own, trapping them together in the warm grip of his hand. He stroked up the length, tugging in lazy rhythm, twisting as he reached the weeping heads, all the while tongue-fucking into his mouth. His other hand reached around to cup his balls , rubbing with fingers, thumb dragging over the sensitive perineum between. Jensen was mewling again, breath coming in short needy gasps. He moved into Jared’s touch, matching his rhythm as it got faster, pressing his free hand into the wet brown hair, twisting and pulling on, dragging groans of ecstasy from the younger man. They gave in to sensation of it all, Jensen coming first with a choked off cry, coating Jared’s hand with thick fluid, pushing him over the edge with a delirious moan.
Jensen sat back heavily on the bench with a moan and reached around Jared’s waist to pepper his thighs, stomach and softened cock with kisses. Jared placed an affectionate kiss to the crown of Jensen’s head. “Mmmm.” vocalized a blissed-out detective and the brunette laughed. “I think we’re too relaxed now.”
They turned the heat of the water down a notch and washed. For a moment the detective gazed at the man sharing his space and thought “I love you.” but he remained quiet and banished the idea, it had to be a crush, they were only just getting to know each other.
***
It had to be the black pinstripe. He’d known it would be. A crisp white Italian cotton shirt with subtle pattern, accentuating the golden flesh at his neck where an elegant burgundy tie was knotted perfectly and held in place with a silver tie-pin. Jensen couldn’t stop staring.
“Does my bum look big in this?” Jared joked.
“Everything looks perfect in that.” Jensen breathed. “Forget the party, we can have our own, here.”
“Oh no! Have you seen you? I intend to be seen with you tonight.” it was his turn to ogle his perfectly turned out partner. “You chose a suit to match mine.” he said as his eyes roamed over the tight fitting black pants, the shined shoes and the pressed cotton shirt with faint pink stripes.”
“Ahh. Now how could I possibly have done that.” laughed Jensen and reached to squeeze his partner’s ass. “Now c’mon.”
***
Jared took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as Jensen squeezed his hand and pulled him into the grandly named ballroom. There was a small musical ensemble playing classical music to the side of a raised dais and groups of elegantly dressed people mingling with waiters offering canapés and sparkling drinks. Tables were extravagantly decorated with flowers and name cards. A tray passed at eye level carrying golden liquid in crystal glasses. Jensen tracked it’s progress with alarm. Now Jared squeezed Jensen’s hand “It's OK You can do this.” he whispered.
“Jenny. You made it! Oh my! You brought the alpaca. You’re looking good there.” Chad wriggled his way between them and draped his arms around them both.
Jared looked puzzled “What is it with alpacas?”
“Ask Misha.” they answered simultaneously.
“Jared, I need to borrow your boyfriend for a few minutes. Not something I’d normally do but since he hasn’t been answering his phone..” he winked at Jared “Probably because you were having hot boy sex.”
“You’re a douche bag.” said Jensen.
“You love me.” joked Chad, but his face tensed and became serious “It’s a development that can’t wait Jen.”
“You go ahead. I’m going to search out some sparkly apple juice in one of those dainty glasses, for you to be seen with.” he acknowledged the Texan detective with a nod and turned on his heel to hunt out the bar. The two lawmen the bent their heads close, speaking quietly. “This better be good, it’s my sister’s night dude.”
“It's not good, it's very bad so listen up Jen. We located the Painters’ van, as in, our main suspect‘s van.”
“Well that’s interesting news Chad but it could wait.”
“It was found two blocks from Madison House Mansions a month ago. Do the math Jen. I want you to get your security hiked up. You need to be vigilant. I mean paranoid-careful Jensen and your boyfriend there, we should keep an eye on him too.”
“You don’t think..”
“I don’t know what to think Jensen, I just know we can’t be too careful.”
His stomach did flip flops and he knew he wouldn’t be eating the meal that was served that evening. The color left his face and Chad put an arm out to steady him. “Where exactly?”
Chad named the street and the block number and and his stomach ceased with the flip flops and clenched into tight twisted coils. His breath came in short, shallow bursts. There was a flashback playing in his head. She had worked that street, a petite brunette staring him in the eyes “You were on TV.” she’d said. He had to be crazy, but he had to know. “Have you fingerprinted it?”
“Forensics will be all over it next week. It’s not our team, they have their own priorities. FBI have bumped it up as far as they can.”
“Have you completed forensics for the Fay crime-scene?”
“Mostly. There were definitely two assailants. The prints have been run, we have James’ for sure. The rest don’t match anyone we’ve got on database.”
“Do me a favor, don’t argue with me on this. I want you to run Caitlin Doe’s prints against them, specifically hers, as soon as you can.”
“She would have come up as a match Jen. What is this about?”
“You look at her file, draw your own conclusions. I may be way off but what if James got carried away and decided to punish Emma for flirting? I just need to be sure. Run her by the profiler for me too?”
“Sure thing Jen. Are you certain you’re going to be OK? Shall I find Jay for you? He’s taking forever with that juice.”
Chad came back fifteen minutes later. “Jen I can’t find Jared anywhere. Mac hasn’t seen him.”
“Very funny Chad. He’s too tall to disappear in this crowd.”
“No seriously, he’s nowhere and he hasn’t gone back to your room.”
Fear spiked through him, it felt like his heart was going to burst. His hands shook and he couldn’t form his words properly, “Find him. Have to find him Chad.”
Continued in part 35 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/10487.html