Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [35/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (35/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 2,658
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Oh my god, I'm really sorry! This took so long. ~hangs head in shame~
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
"Oh, god, I think I'm still drunk." Stevie flopped onto the chair beside Jeffrey and leant against his side. "Hold me."
He put his arm around her and pulled her close, chuckling quietly into her hair. "I did warn you that maybe those last three or four shots weren't a good idea."
"Remind me to listen to you in future."
They both looked around at the sound of the garage door opening, unsurprised to see that it was Jensen, not Jared, who was wandering into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped down a few mouthfuls, eyeing Stevie at the table.
"You think Mom's as bad as her?" He asked.
"I wouldn't try to call and find out, put it that way. What about Jay?"
"He's okay. Still asleep."
"Figured as much. You enjoyed last night, huh?"
Despite the innocence of the question, Jensen still felt himself blush. "Uh, yeah. A lot, thanks."
Stevie snickered at that, lifting her head. "I think they had sex," she said, winking at Jensen. "A lot of sex."
"Okay, I'm... I'm going now." Jensen headed quickly back to the garage, trying to ignore Stevie's sly laughter and Jeffrey gently telling her to calm down. He climbed back up to his and Jared's bed, getting into the empty side and pulling the covers back over himself. Jared moaned at the movement and the disturbance, and rolled onto his side.
"Fuckin' cold," he told Jensen, before he wrapped his arms and legs around the younger man.
"I know. So warm me up."
"Mmm. Need a shower first." He cleared his throat, smacked his lips together. "Mouth tastes like roadkill."
"Yeah, go brush your teeth too."
"Want sleep," Jared argued, and closed his eyes again.
They woke up again at around three in the afternoon. It was Jensen's phone buzzing that woke him and, in turn, it was his rooting around for it that woke Jared.
"Tell 'em to fuck off."
"I can't. It's Chris. He says that Dani's been up for five hours and still hasn't left the bathroom. She was really trashed, I think."
"So was Chris, wasn't he?"
"Not as bad. Says she was so trashed she even offered him a blow-job, then passed out before he could take her up on it."
"Thank fuck you stayed awake," Jared said, kissing Jensen's shoulder. Then, "Shit, I need to piss."
Once Jared was out of sight, Jensen looked again at the second message he had received. It was Chris, asking if they were still cool. Jensen quickly pressed the call button, wanting to reassure him.
"Hey," Chris answered.
"Why wouldn't we still be okay?" Jensen asked, speaking before Chris had another chance to.
"I don't know. Just thought you might be weirded out by that kiss last night, maybe?"
"Why, were you?"
Chris sighed. "A little. Afterwards, at least, since Dani told me how hot it looked. You know I wasn't being a dick, right? I mean, that wasn't-"
"Chris, I know. Really. You don't have to apologize. Not when you're such an awesome kisser, anyways."
"Ass."
"I'm trying to be serious, but it's so hard with you."
"Can we concentrate on the tonsil tennis and not your dick?"
"You're a dick," Jensen retorted, laughing when Chris clicked his tongue in answer. "I feel like I should be apologizing for actually enjoying it."
"Yeah? Well, I am a fucking awesome kisser, so it's not your fault at all. Look, it's just... It was a little weird to wake up and remember that I kissed my best friend last night. It wouldn't be so bad if you were straight, you know? But you're not, and you already have this amazing boyfriend and I think I must have lucked out and got the world's most understanding girlfriend, even if she did puke all over my bathroom floor. And my feet. So, yeah. It's just kinda worrying. And I hope Jared knows I didn't mean anything by kissing you."
"Chris, you were drunk. You kissed everybody that you could lay your hands on."
"Huh. Pretty sure you were the only dude."
"Only 'cause I'm so ridiculously good-looking."
"Ha ha, fuck you. I text to make sure we're cool and all you can do is make fun."
"Some friend I am, huh?"
"Yeah. Some friend."
Jensen rolled his eyes and told Chris that, without any shadow of a doubt, there was nothing he could do that would change the fact that they would always be the very best of friends.
"That's good," Chris told him. "'Cause if I ever get drunk and physical again, then you don't have to stop me. Not if you don't want to-"
"Goodbye, Chris!" Jensen yelled.
Chris was laughing, and Jensen couldn't help but join in as his friend yelled right back at him. "Dammit, bitch, don't holler in my ear like that!"
"Sorry, man. I'll see you at school, okay?"
Chris responded with a 'Love ya, man' and Jensen just replied, "Back at ya." He hung up as Jared came back into the garage, shutting the door to the house firmly behind him. He heard him shuffling things around downstairs and tugged the covers back up to his chest when Jared made it to the top of the ladder, clutching his video camera against his chest. He saw the 'recording' light was on and threw his hand over his face, groaning. Jared only gave a low laugh as he crawled up the bed above Jensen, pointing the camera right in his face.
"What the fuck're you doing?" Jensen asked, his voice muffled by his arm.
Jared gripped his wrist and lifted his hand away, tutting when this only made him turn his head away with his eyes firmly closed. "Jensen, look at me. Want to see how sexy you look right now."
"'m not sexy," Jensen mumbled. "Dammit Jay, I just woke up again." He cracked one eye open. "Why can't you have a hangover like normal people?"
"Because I like to do stuff like this when I wake up, instead."
"I thought you were kidding about the home-made porn anyway."
Jared tilted his head to one side and then shook it.
"You really want to do this? 'Cause it'll end up looking like one of those amateur pieces of crap that you get online."
"Relax. I'm not gonna put it on the internet. Besides, you're way prettier than those guys."
"Prettier?" Jensen asked, reluctantly looking Jared in the eye. Well. Viewfinder.
"Hell, yeah." Jared settled his weight then, aiming the camera down at Jensen's face. "You got those beautiful bedroom eyes, make me want to just fuck you into the mattress soon as I look at you. Then you got all that smooth skin that I just want to kiss all over." Jared's voice was down to a low murmur from behind the camera as he brought one hand down to tug at the collar of Jensen's teeshirt, exposing his throat to stroke his fingertips gently over the skin there. Jensen bit his bottom lip at the tease and the tone of Jared's voice. He couldn't keep his eyes off the camera lens, even when Jared's fingers then brushed over his lips. He opened his mouth, flicking his tongue out against Jared's thumb, smiling when the other man groaned. "Goddamn... I knew it."
Jensen stopped. Blinked. "Knew what?"
"That this was a good idea. Take your shirt off."
Too turned on already to argue, Jensen waited while Jared moved to lay beside him and then he sat up and pulled his teeshirt off. Without waiting to be asked, he also pushed his pyjama pants down his legs and kicked them off underneath the covers. Jared focused the camera on Jensen's face again as he reached across and cupped his chin.
"How're you gonna hold the camera and kiss me?" Jensen asked.
"I'm not..."
Jensen sucked in a breath when Jared's hand moved down to find its mark.
"Gonna film your eyes when you come," Jared told him. "Just so you can see."
"What makes you think I'll be watching this?"
"'Cause of all the other stuff I'm gonna film for you."
Jared slid his thumb over the head of Jensen's cock then, made his breath hitch a second time. He let him go long enough to peel the covers from him, pulling them down till they were only covering Jensen's legs up to his thighs.
"You cold?" He asked.
Jensen shook his head, shivering only when Jared's hand smoothed over his stomach and back down to his dick. He looked down to watch, gritting his teeth when he saw. He could somehow distance himself more when he couldn't see Jared's hand setting a leisurely pace on his dick, but seeing it made him more sensitive to it. Jared only licked his lips at the twitch and the smear of wet that he caught on his thumb.
"Fuck," Jensen swore, kind of surprised.
Jared moved down then, the camera going with him, and Jensen pressed his head back into the pillows, jaws straining around the yell he didn't want to let out when Jared's mouth slipped warmly over his cock. He felt a cool weight drop onto his stomach and realized that Jared had put the camera down. He picked it up, ignoring the flutter of protest, and aimed it until he could see Jared's mouth working him. One arm was reaching up his body, flat against his skin, and he focused on the tattoos that decorated it, then on Jared's face. His closed eyes, the lashes just stroking his cheekbones. His frown of concentration as he worked his tongue around, down, up and around again.
Jensen's hands started to shake and he fought to keep the camera steady.
Jared lifted his head enough to tell him to get the camera on his own face, and Jensen didn't even need to warn him. He wasn't ever going to last long, not like this. He held the camera above himself, aimed at his face, which he was sure was bright red and twisted in an ugly way as he gasped out his release. He was swearing, whispering, panting for breath, and he could feel sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Kissing his way up Jensen's body, Jared reached up and took the camera away from him, turning it off for now and resting it on the crate that served as a nightstand.
"I... I thought..."
"Gonna let you recover first," Jared told him, kissing the side of his jaw. "Then it'll be time for scene two."
The night of the party, school had seemed plenty far away, but it was only five more days before Jensen was waking up to a six a.m. alarm and doing his best not to disturb Jared on his way to the bathroom. Stevie was already up and eating a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee. Jensen joined her as soon as he was showered and dressed.
"Ready to go back?" Jeff asked, when he came down. He dumped a pair of work gloves on the counter and then opened the fridge to study its contents, deciding on breakfast.
"Sure," Jensen answered. "Couple more days holiday would always be good, but I think I'm starting to bother Jay."
Jeff laughed. "Tire him out, maybe, but I doubt you're bothering him."
"Really? I got the impression he wants me out so he can have the place to himself to jerk off to porn in private."
"So long as he stays in the garage with it," Stevie said.
"Talkin' 'bout me again?" Jared asked, coming into the kitchen. He wore thick wool socks, plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy grey teeshirt, and Jensen tried to ignore how goddamn attractive he made the outfit look.
"Always," Jeff told him. "What're you doing up so early?"
"Figured I'd take Jen in on the bike so he doesn't have to go as early as you two. Because I'm a nice guy."
"Huh-uh. I'm taking him in."
Jared sighed. "You know, it's too early to argue with you, man. Jensen can go with you. I got something to pick up from Harry today." He leant over Jensen's shoulder, holding his weight with one hand against the table. "See ya later," he murmured, smiling when Jensen turned enough to kiss him. He headed out to get changed into his bike gear, and Jeff followed, clearly not done.
Jensen caught up with Chris between his first and second class and wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulders to pull him into an awkwardly positioned hug.
"Hey, shithead," Chris teased, pulling Jensen across and butting their foreheads together.
"Hey, dickface," Jensen responded.
"Dickface, huh? Catchy. How was the rest of your holiday?"
"Jared took me over to the gym again and filmed me working out."
"Oh yeah? That all he filmed?"
Jensen reddened slightly. "Not exactly. Don't say 'yes' if he offers to show you his video collection, okay? There are parts of, well, both of us that nobody else should ever see."
Chris wrinkled his nose at that. "Got it. No videos."
"How about you?"
"Oh, I spent most of the last week listening to Dani telling me how hot a threesome would be."
"Isn't that every straight guy's wet dream?" Jensen asked, oblivious.
"Maybe if she meant with another girl, you know?"
"Oh. Huh."
"Exactly. I guess another week or two and she'll get the idea out of her head. It's kind of my fault, anyway."
"You know what? Let's not talk about that kiss again until I'm telling the story to your kids, agreed?"
"Definitely agreed."
It was just gone eleven and Jared was bored out of his mind. He'd worked on the Ducati from the moment he'd returned from Harry's, but now the garage felt too warm. He was sweating from the work anyway, but the heaters really didn't help. He turned them off, figuring that if Jensen was cold when he got in then Jared could soon heat him right back up.
Checking his watch, he decided it wasn't too early to go pick up some lunch. There wasn't much in the house that he really felt like eating - he'd checked - and he could do with a beer since after this trip he wasn't planning on going anywhere else. A couple of beers would cool him down and then he could start work again.
His mind made up, he grabbed his gloves and jacket and headed outside to his bike.
Chemistry was one of the few classes that Jensen and Chris shared in their schedule. They made good lab partners, anyway, both being strong in the other's weaker areas of the subject. Chris was doing the practical work while Jensen made notes when there was a knock at the door and they looked up to see Stevie coming in. She looked pale and immediately Jensen's heart lodged in his throat. He glanced at Chris, found the other man staring back at him with a worried look.
Stevie exchanged a couple of words with the teacher and the other students watched her as she made her way to Jensen and Chris's work-space.
"What's going on?" Jensen asked, quietly.
Stevie was quiet for a second. "Not here. Just... Come on."
Jensen got up, picking up his books and cramming them into his bag. He barely heard Chris telling him to call if he needed anything before he was following Stevie outside.
"Are you going to tell me what's happened?" He asked again, as they got outside.
"I would if I could. I don't know. Shelly got a call from the hospital. She couldn't make a lot of it out, just someone asking for me and needing me to get hold of you."
Jensen closed his eyes, stopping where he was. He felt himself sway, and Stevie got a hand on his shoulder. "Jay..."
--TBC--
Just to make you all feel less like stoning either me or Adorable - the next chapter is written, being checked, and will be posted on Wednesday. With LUCK, we'll have the following chapter up on Friday, to make up for my suckiness in posting last week. :) Please don't hurt us!
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (35/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 2,658
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Oh my god, I'm really sorry! This took so long. ~hangs head in shame~
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
"Oh, god, I think I'm still drunk." Stevie flopped onto the chair beside Jeffrey and leant against his side. "Hold me."
He put his arm around her and pulled her close, chuckling quietly into her hair. "I did warn you that maybe those last three or four shots weren't a good idea."
"Remind me to listen to you in future."
They both looked around at the sound of the garage door opening, unsurprised to see that it was Jensen, not Jared, who was wandering into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped down a few mouthfuls, eyeing Stevie at the table.
"You think Mom's as bad as her?" He asked.
"I wouldn't try to call and find out, put it that way. What about Jay?"
"He's okay. Still asleep."
"Figured as much. You enjoyed last night, huh?"
Despite the innocence of the question, Jensen still felt himself blush. "Uh, yeah. A lot, thanks."
Stevie snickered at that, lifting her head. "I think they had sex," she said, winking at Jensen. "A lot of sex."
"Okay, I'm... I'm going now." Jensen headed quickly back to the garage, trying to ignore Stevie's sly laughter and Jeffrey gently telling her to calm down. He climbed back up to his and Jared's bed, getting into the empty side and pulling the covers back over himself. Jared moaned at the movement and the disturbance, and rolled onto his side.
"Fuckin' cold," he told Jensen, before he wrapped his arms and legs around the younger man.
"I know. So warm me up."
"Mmm. Need a shower first." He cleared his throat, smacked his lips together. "Mouth tastes like roadkill."
"Yeah, go brush your teeth too."
"Want sleep," Jared argued, and closed his eyes again.
They woke up again at around three in the afternoon. It was Jensen's phone buzzing that woke him and, in turn, it was his rooting around for it that woke Jared.
"Tell 'em to fuck off."
"I can't. It's Chris. He says that Dani's been up for five hours and still hasn't left the bathroom. She was really trashed, I think."
"So was Chris, wasn't he?"
"Not as bad. Says she was so trashed she even offered him a blow-job, then passed out before he could take her up on it."
"Thank fuck you stayed awake," Jared said, kissing Jensen's shoulder. Then, "Shit, I need to piss."
Once Jared was out of sight, Jensen looked again at the second message he had received. It was Chris, asking if they were still cool. Jensen quickly pressed the call button, wanting to reassure him.
"Hey," Chris answered.
"Why wouldn't we still be okay?" Jensen asked, speaking before Chris had another chance to.
"I don't know. Just thought you might be weirded out by that kiss last night, maybe?"
"Why, were you?"
Chris sighed. "A little. Afterwards, at least, since Dani told me how hot it looked. You know I wasn't being a dick, right? I mean, that wasn't-"
"Chris, I know. Really. You don't have to apologize. Not when you're such an awesome kisser, anyways."
"Ass."
"I'm trying to be serious, but it's so hard with you."
"Can we concentrate on the tonsil tennis and not your dick?"
"You're a dick," Jensen retorted, laughing when Chris clicked his tongue in answer. "I feel like I should be apologizing for actually enjoying it."
"Yeah? Well, I am a fucking awesome kisser, so it's not your fault at all. Look, it's just... It was a little weird to wake up and remember that I kissed my best friend last night. It wouldn't be so bad if you were straight, you know? But you're not, and you already have this amazing boyfriend and I think I must have lucked out and got the world's most understanding girlfriend, even if she did puke all over my bathroom floor. And my feet. So, yeah. It's just kinda worrying. And I hope Jared knows I didn't mean anything by kissing you."
"Chris, you were drunk. You kissed everybody that you could lay your hands on."
"Huh. Pretty sure you were the only dude."
"Only 'cause I'm so ridiculously good-looking."
"Ha ha, fuck you. I text to make sure we're cool and all you can do is make fun."
"Some friend I am, huh?"
"Yeah. Some friend."
Jensen rolled his eyes and told Chris that, without any shadow of a doubt, there was nothing he could do that would change the fact that they would always be the very best of friends.
"That's good," Chris told him. "'Cause if I ever get drunk and physical again, then you don't have to stop me. Not if you don't want to-"
"Goodbye, Chris!" Jensen yelled.
Chris was laughing, and Jensen couldn't help but join in as his friend yelled right back at him. "Dammit, bitch, don't holler in my ear like that!"
"Sorry, man. I'll see you at school, okay?"
Chris responded with a 'Love ya, man' and Jensen just replied, "Back at ya." He hung up as Jared came back into the garage, shutting the door to the house firmly behind him. He heard him shuffling things around downstairs and tugged the covers back up to his chest when Jared made it to the top of the ladder, clutching his video camera against his chest. He saw the 'recording' light was on and threw his hand over his face, groaning. Jared only gave a low laugh as he crawled up the bed above Jensen, pointing the camera right in his face.
"What the fuck're you doing?" Jensen asked, his voice muffled by his arm.
Jared gripped his wrist and lifted his hand away, tutting when this only made him turn his head away with his eyes firmly closed. "Jensen, look at me. Want to see how sexy you look right now."
"'m not sexy," Jensen mumbled. "Dammit Jay, I just woke up again." He cracked one eye open. "Why can't you have a hangover like normal people?"
"Because I like to do stuff like this when I wake up, instead."
"I thought you were kidding about the home-made porn anyway."
Jared tilted his head to one side and then shook it.
"You really want to do this? 'Cause it'll end up looking like one of those amateur pieces of crap that you get online."
"Relax. I'm not gonna put it on the internet. Besides, you're way prettier than those guys."
"Prettier?" Jensen asked, reluctantly looking Jared in the eye. Well. Viewfinder.
"Hell, yeah." Jared settled his weight then, aiming the camera down at Jensen's face. "You got those beautiful bedroom eyes, make me want to just fuck you into the mattress soon as I look at you. Then you got all that smooth skin that I just want to kiss all over." Jared's voice was down to a low murmur from behind the camera as he brought one hand down to tug at the collar of Jensen's teeshirt, exposing his throat to stroke his fingertips gently over the skin there. Jensen bit his bottom lip at the tease and the tone of Jared's voice. He couldn't keep his eyes off the camera lens, even when Jared's fingers then brushed over his lips. He opened his mouth, flicking his tongue out against Jared's thumb, smiling when the other man groaned. "Goddamn... I knew it."
Jensen stopped. Blinked. "Knew what?"
"That this was a good idea. Take your shirt off."
Too turned on already to argue, Jensen waited while Jared moved to lay beside him and then he sat up and pulled his teeshirt off. Without waiting to be asked, he also pushed his pyjama pants down his legs and kicked them off underneath the covers. Jared focused the camera on Jensen's face again as he reached across and cupped his chin.
"How're you gonna hold the camera and kiss me?" Jensen asked.
"I'm not..."
Jensen sucked in a breath when Jared's hand moved down to find its mark.
"Gonna film your eyes when you come," Jared told him. "Just so you can see."
"What makes you think I'll be watching this?"
"'Cause of all the other stuff I'm gonna film for you."
Jared slid his thumb over the head of Jensen's cock then, made his breath hitch a second time. He let him go long enough to peel the covers from him, pulling them down till they were only covering Jensen's legs up to his thighs.
"You cold?" He asked.
Jensen shook his head, shivering only when Jared's hand smoothed over his stomach and back down to his dick. He looked down to watch, gritting his teeth when he saw. He could somehow distance himself more when he couldn't see Jared's hand setting a leisurely pace on his dick, but seeing it made him more sensitive to it. Jared only licked his lips at the twitch and the smear of wet that he caught on his thumb.
"Fuck," Jensen swore, kind of surprised.
Jared moved down then, the camera going with him, and Jensen pressed his head back into the pillows, jaws straining around the yell he didn't want to let out when Jared's mouth slipped warmly over his cock. He felt a cool weight drop onto his stomach and realized that Jared had put the camera down. He picked it up, ignoring the flutter of protest, and aimed it until he could see Jared's mouth working him. One arm was reaching up his body, flat against his skin, and he focused on the tattoos that decorated it, then on Jared's face. His closed eyes, the lashes just stroking his cheekbones. His frown of concentration as he worked his tongue around, down, up and around again.
Jensen's hands started to shake and he fought to keep the camera steady.
Jared lifted his head enough to tell him to get the camera on his own face, and Jensen didn't even need to warn him. He wasn't ever going to last long, not like this. He held the camera above himself, aimed at his face, which he was sure was bright red and twisted in an ugly way as he gasped out his release. He was swearing, whispering, panting for breath, and he could feel sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Kissing his way up Jensen's body, Jared reached up and took the camera away from him, turning it off for now and resting it on the crate that served as a nightstand.
"I... I thought..."
"Gonna let you recover first," Jared told him, kissing the side of his jaw. "Then it'll be time for scene two."
The night of the party, school had seemed plenty far away, but it was only five more days before Jensen was waking up to a six a.m. alarm and doing his best not to disturb Jared on his way to the bathroom. Stevie was already up and eating a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee. Jensen joined her as soon as he was showered and dressed.
"Ready to go back?" Jeff asked, when he came down. He dumped a pair of work gloves on the counter and then opened the fridge to study its contents, deciding on breakfast.
"Sure," Jensen answered. "Couple more days holiday would always be good, but I think I'm starting to bother Jay."
Jeff laughed. "Tire him out, maybe, but I doubt you're bothering him."
"Really? I got the impression he wants me out so he can have the place to himself to jerk off to porn in private."
"So long as he stays in the garage with it," Stevie said.
"Talkin' 'bout me again?" Jared asked, coming into the kitchen. He wore thick wool socks, plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy grey teeshirt, and Jensen tried to ignore how goddamn attractive he made the outfit look.
"Always," Jeff told him. "What're you doing up so early?"
"Figured I'd take Jen in on the bike so he doesn't have to go as early as you two. Because I'm a nice guy."
"Huh-uh. I'm taking him in."
Jared sighed. "You know, it's too early to argue with you, man. Jensen can go with you. I got something to pick up from Harry today." He leant over Jensen's shoulder, holding his weight with one hand against the table. "See ya later," he murmured, smiling when Jensen turned enough to kiss him. He headed out to get changed into his bike gear, and Jeff followed, clearly not done.
Jensen caught up with Chris between his first and second class and wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulders to pull him into an awkwardly positioned hug.
"Hey, shithead," Chris teased, pulling Jensen across and butting their foreheads together.
"Hey, dickface," Jensen responded.
"Dickface, huh? Catchy. How was the rest of your holiday?"
"Jared took me over to the gym again and filmed me working out."
"Oh yeah? That all he filmed?"
Jensen reddened slightly. "Not exactly. Don't say 'yes' if he offers to show you his video collection, okay? There are parts of, well, both of us that nobody else should ever see."
Chris wrinkled his nose at that. "Got it. No videos."
"How about you?"
"Oh, I spent most of the last week listening to Dani telling me how hot a threesome would be."
"Isn't that every straight guy's wet dream?" Jensen asked, oblivious.
"Maybe if she meant with another girl, you know?"
"Oh. Huh."
"Exactly. I guess another week or two and she'll get the idea out of her head. It's kind of my fault, anyway."
"You know what? Let's not talk about that kiss again until I'm telling the story to your kids, agreed?"
"Definitely agreed."
It was just gone eleven and Jared was bored out of his mind. He'd worked on the Ducati from the moment he'd returned from Harry's, but now the garage felt too warm. He was sweating from the work anyway, but the heaters really didn't help. He turned them off, figuring that if Jensen was cold when he got in then Jared could soon heat him right back up.
Checking his watch, he decided it wasn't too early to go pick up some lunch. There wasn't much in the house that he really felt like eating - he'd checked - and he could do with a beer since after this trip he wasn't planning on going anywhere else. A couple of beers would cool him down and then he could start work again.
His mind made up, he grabbed his gloves and jacket and headed outside to his bike.
Chemistry was one of the few classes that Jensen and Chris shared in their schedule. They made good lab partners, anyway, both being strong in the other's weaker areas of the subject. Chris was doing the practical work while Jensen made notes when there was a knock at the door and they looked up to see Stevie coming in. She looked pale and immediately Jensen's heart lodged in his throat. He glanced at Chris, found the other man staring back at him with a worried look.
Stevie exchanged a couple of words with the teacher and the other students watched her as she made her way to Jensen and Chris's work-space.
"What's going on?" Jensen asked, quietly.
Stevie was quiet for a second. "Not here. Just... Come on."
Jensen got up, picking up his books and cramming them into his bag. He barely heard Chris telling him to call if he needed anything before he was following Stevie outside.
"Are you going to tell me what's happened?" He asked again, as they got outside.
"I would if I could. I don't know. Shelly got a call from the hospital. She couldn't make a lot of it out, just someone asking for me and needing me to get hold of you."
Jensen closed his eyes, stopping where he was. He felt himself sway, and Stevie got a hand on his shoulder. "Jay..."
--TBC--
Just to make you all feel less like stoning either me or Adorable - the next chapter is written, being checked, and will be posted on Wednesday. With LUCK, we'll have the following chapter up on Friday, to make up for my suckiness in posting last week. :) Please don't hurt us!