Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (47/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (47/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 2,366
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.
Sorry this is a slightly shorter one than usual. Would have been longer, but real life interfered again today! (Stupid work.) If you haven't already, make sure you check out and track our
ADVENT CALENDAR
where you'll get a Smoke & Lightning 'verse-related treat every day until Christmas!
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
They wound up in bed just before midnight. It wasn't reluctant in any way, as they had both missed this, but it was hesitant and slow at first. Jared wanted to take his time, map out Jensen's skin with his fingers and tongue, savoring the familiarity as well as the newness of it. It all felt different now, and perhaps the old adage about absence and fond hearts was true. It certainly wasn't one-sided, though. Jensen did not let a touch go unanswered, or a kiss unmet. Jared caged him in his arms, nipping and sucking at his skin. He kicked off the covers until all they had left to hide beneath were their tattoos.
These tattoos were what Jared concentrated on now, running his fingertips over the dark lines, tracing promises deeper into Jensen's skin than any ink could run. "You're beautiful, too," he whispered, lips brushing against the hollow of Jensen's throat. "And mine."
Jensen breathed out, nodded an agreement. He didn't want to be anyone else's. He didn't flinch when Jared pushed one lube-slicked finger into him a few moments later. His eyes opened a little wider, pupils dark with need. Jared wouldn't let up kissing him either, and his mouth was a hell of a distraction. Counting in weeks, it really hadn't been that long, but Jensen still felt as though he had missed having this. Jared spread more KY over his fingers, opened Jensen up to him again.
Jensen had pulled his legs up, bending them at the knee to plant his feet down firm on the mattress. Jared turned his head to kiss the inside of Jensen's thigh, the light touch somehow connecting directly to Jensen's every muscle. They all tightened in response and he whined at the feel of Jared's fingers inside him.
"Do it.." He gasped the instruction out, forgetting how Jared had this ability to make him incapable of full speech.
Jared didn't answer. He just withdrew his fingers, the movement sounding obscene and wet in the silence between them. At the sudden emptiness came a rush of memories, of every time they had done this, and Jensen knew then exactly what he wanted.
He reached down, tugging on Jared's hair, his shoulder, and maneuvred him onto his back. Jared didn't argue, just went with it. Jensen kissed his mouth slowly, reaching across him for the condom he had ready. He unwrapped it, Jared helping him along with his teeth, and smoothed the rubber down over Jared's dick, giving him a couple of tight strokes just to hear him moan.
"Jen?"
Jared watched as Jensen shifted, moving onto his knees, and held his breath when the younger man eased one leg over Jared's waist, skin sliding across sweaty skin. He slid down, teasing him at first, just letting the head of Jared's cock nudge against him. Jared ground his teeth down together when Jensen finally pushed down onto him, shaking with a silent laugh at the sudden loud groan that seemed to echo around the still garage. No way had nobody else heard that, he thought. But then he didn't care, because Jensen was flush against him, still tight around him, and he wasn't moving right away. Jared watched his face. He loved the way he looked right then. He almost wished he had Jensen's camera in his hands so that he could capture this moment, although he knew, or hoped, that he would get to see it again.
Jensen breathed out then, in a rush, and he moved as he exhaled. Jared gripped his hips loosely, keeping him steady, and lifted his hips to meet him as Jensen sank back down again. The sound he made this time was quieter, between a groan and a whimper, and Jared found himself pressing his fingertips in with the next push together in an effort to coax more out of him. He felt proud of the bitten off yell he got for his work, like he wanted Jeff and Stevie to know how well their dumb plan had worked. The whole street would probably know soon, he thought, as the next slam home made Jensen curse loudly and then moan again as he started to come. His muscles contracted again and his voice sounded strangled and tight on every breath out.
Jared moved one hand up to Jensen's arm, feeling how tense it was. He traced the lines of tattoos, gripping harder as he kept working, kept moving. He blew at his upper lip, licked away the sweat, and blinked his eyes to clear his vision. He was so fucking close, he knew it. It had been too long for him to make this last. Almost six weeks without Jensen and it had been unbearable.
Jensen's palms slapped down against his chest then, startling him. He felt a curl of pleasure and need and something else uncoil inside him as he realized that he was being held down. He stayed put, feeling it from his toes to the top of his scalp when Jensen lifted up and then eased back down so slow, so goddamn slow, that Jared thought he might pass out.
"Don't... Don't fuckin-" He was going to say 'stop', but then he was coming, his cock jerking inside Jensen's body, filling the condom as he shook.
Jensen fell into him, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from the tips of his hair. He didn't want to move, not ever, he just wanted to stay there with Jared's dick deep inside him, Jared underneath him, holding him.
"Up," Jared told him. Seemed like he had other ideas. "Up," he repeated, the only word he could manage at that moment. He wanted rid of the condom, wanted to get that out of the way so he knew he could come back to Jensen and not have to move again for the rest of the night. Jensen obliged after a couple more seconds, and gladly let Jared envelop him in his arms when he returned to the bed. "Best sex ever?" Jared asked, kissing Jensen's shoulder.
"Hmm. Definitely top five," came the answer, followed by a quiet laugh and a protest at the stinging nip that Jared administered to Jensen's neck. "Hey, the other four are all you as well," Jensen reminded him, pushing a hand against Jared's brow to make him move. He stopped teasing, moving instead to kiss Jensen's mouth, sure and slow.
"So, are you going to tell me what it was that you did?"
That was the first thing that Jared asked the next morning, while they were still in bed, comfortable and warm with sleep.
"Hmm?"
"I figure you and Jeff were the only two who gave a shit that I was in jail and shouldn't have been, and since Jeff was kind of an invalid at the time..."
"Oh," Jensen nodded. "Well. Didn't Alan tell you?"
"He said a new witness came forward. They raided the house of someone from Chuck's gang-"
"Lewis," Jensen interrupted. "The guy who killed Chuck. His name was Lewis. Me and Chris had a word with his girlfriend. So she must have confessed."
Jared shook his head. "You're crazy."
"So did Lewis get arrested for it?"
"Your Dad said they had the guy in custody, so I suppose so. Said they found a bunch of guns and some of Chuck's things there. Keys to one of his bikes."
"Sounds like Lewis was a regular brainiac."
"Guess he didn't count on you and Columbo."
"If Chris is Columbo, then-"
"You're Jessica Fletcher."
Jensen laughed, shoving Jared's shoulder. "Asshole."
"Did you mean what you said last night?" Jared asked, face serious again. Jensen didn't need to ask what about.
"Every word," he replied. "I don't see anything in my future if I can't have it with you."
"Me either."
"Although for the present..."
"What?" Jared prompted.
"I kind of need to stay with Mom and Kenzie for a while. Just to make sure they're okay. I want to get back on track with my studying, so I don't have to worry about when I go back to school after the summer. I want to be with you when it's done, but I think 'til then it's best that I live there. You're too much of a distraction."
Jared frowned. "Oh."
Jensen sighed. "Please don't be mad at me. It's only for a couple of months, until graduation. I need to know that my family will be settled."
"Yeah, I know." Jared leaned down, kissed Jensen's shoulder softly. "Do I get to come over now and again to check on you?"
"At the weekends," Jensen agreed. "And every night, when I'm done studying, I'll call you."
"What if I'm working back at Mickey's?"
"Then you can call me on your break. We'll figure it out, Jay."
Jared still looked unsure of the idea, but he nodded in quiet acquiescence.
"I'll come stay here the night before the wedding, too."
"The whole night?"
"Of course the whole night."
"And when you've graduated, then what?"
"Then we find our own place. And you start looking for a day job so that I know you're doing something constructive while I'm at school."
"You got this all planned out, huh?"
Jensen grinned. "You wanna hear what our kids will be called?"
A laugh exploded out of Jared and he slapped Jensen firmly on the back. "Prick."
"I just wanted you to know how much I meant it, is all."
"I believe you. I'm just going to miss you."
"It's not for that long. Not really. And I'm still here now."
"How long can you stay? Or how long will you stay?"
"Today? As long as you want me to."
Jared smiled, satisfied with that answer, and reached around to kiss the other man again. They held onto one another, pressed together, moving in a familiar rhythm, Jensen's face pressed to Jared's neck as he struggled to keep control. It was a losing battle, though, and he surrendered quickly, letting Jared do what he wanted. Easier that way.
Later still, the pair stumbled into the house in their pajama bottoms, tousled and sated, so that they could both take a shower. Jensen tried to protest when Jared joined him under the spray, pressing him up to the tiles and stroking his dick, but he knew that Jared was just making the most of what was left of the day ahead. And he certainly gave up trying to complain when Jared pulled him out of the shower and went down on his knees. He spread his fingers through Jared's wet hair, his eyes closed as he breathed through his mouth and tried not to cry out too loud.
Back from their walk when the two boys returned downstairs, Jeff and Stevie both had knowing smiles on their faces when they saw them. Jensen managed not to blush and Jared simply grinned, wide and bright.
"So," Stevie began. Breakfast?"
"Hell yes!" Jared exclaimed. "I could eat a goddamn horse."
"Well, we don't have any horses, but how does bacon, eggs and hash browns sound?"
"Sounds good," Jensen said. "You want some help?"
"Yes, actually. Jeff has something that he wants to talk to Jared about."
"Okay..."
The moment Jeff and Jared had gone outside, Jensen asked Stevie if she knew what the discussion was about.
"I don't really know. Something to do with the wedding, though. Oh, that reminds me, could you take out invites to your family for me? We don't want to invite a lot of people, but it'd be really nice if they were there."
"You know my mom will cry, right?"
Stevie laughed at that. "I'm sure she won't be the only one."
They worked side by side in quiet for a while, Stevie cracking eggs while Jensen made up some hash browns to fry.
"Can I ask something?"
Jensen looked around. "Sure, of course."
"What made Donna decide to leave Alan in the end?"
He shrugged, frowning. "We argued, me and Dad. I told him it was his fault that Jay was in jail and he told me it was mine. Mom got in the middle of it and..." Jensen trailed off, lifting his shoulders again. He concentrated on the pan, not looking up when Stevie put an arm around his shoulders.
"She's better off. Might not seem that way for a little while, when you see all the things you suddenly don't have, but she is better off."
"I know. I think when Dad threw me out that first time she still hoped he'd see sense, you know? But he's never.... He never hit her before and I think it made her realize that it was her that needed to see sense."
"I'm sorry it came to that, Jen."
"You know what the strange thing is? I don't think she's sorry at all. I think she's relieved. And we'll manage. They'll have it easier when I leave. I know that, but we'll manage."
"Everyone always does, somehow."
"I haven't told Jay why we left. I think he hates my Dad enough as it is."
"I suppose that's not surprising. But you know that me and Jeff are your family too and I'm sure that he'll always be there for fatherly advice."
Jensen ducked his head down, smiling. "I know."
Stevie squeezed his shoulder before letting go. "Not that you need any advice on some things, from the sounds of it."
This time he couldn't stop the blush. "Sorry. Again."
"Don't be. Maybe some night me and Jeff'll keep you awake."
"Uh..."
"Although more likely it'll be the baby that does that."
"Well, you know, me and Jay thought about looking for own place, before the baby comes. Just to give you the extra space."
"Ah, well. So long as that doesn't mean you skipping out on baby-sitting duties."
"No, ma'am. We'll sit on any babies that need it."
He chuckled as Stevie bumped his hip, tutting loudly, and they were soon both laughing.
Breakfast was all ready and on the table by the time Jeff came back inside with Jared. At least Jared was smiling, Jensen thought. It definitely hadn't been anything bad.
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (47/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 2,366
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.
Sorry this is a slightly shorter one than usual. Would have been longer, but real life interfered again today! (Stupid work.) If you haven't already, make sure you check out and track our
ADVENT CALENDAR
where you'll get a Smoke & Lightning 'verse-related treat every day until Christmas!
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
They wound up in bed just before midnight. It wasn't reluctant in any way, as they had both missed this, but it was hesitant and slow at first. Jared wanted to take his time, map out Jensen's skin with his fingers and tongue, savoring the familiarity as well as the newness of it. It all felt different now, and perhaps the old adage about absence and fond hearts was true. It certainly wasn't one-sided, though. Jensen did not let a touch go unanswered, or a kiss unmet. Jared caged him in his arms, nipping and sucking at his skin. He kicked off the covers until all they had left to hide beneath were their tattoos.
These tattoos were what Jared concentrated on now, running his fingertips over the dark lines, tracing promises deeper into Jensen's skin than any ink could run. "You're beautiful, too," he whispered, lips brushing against the hollow of Jensen's throat. "And mine."
Jensen breathed out, nodded an agreement. He didn't want to be anyone else's. He didn't flinch when Jared pushed one lube-slicked finger into him a few moments later. His eyes opened a little wider, pupils dark with need. Jared wouldn't let up kissing him either, and his mouth was a hell of a distraction. Counting in weeks, it really hadn't been that long, but Jensen still felt as though he had missed having this. Jared spread more KY over his fingers, opened Jensen up to him again.
Jensen had pulled his legs up, bending them at the knee to plant his feet down firm on the mattress. Jared turned his head to kiss the inside of Jensen's thigh, the light touch somehow connecting directly to Jensen's every muscle. They all tightened in response and he whined at the feel of Jared's fingers inside him.
"Do it.." He gasped the instruction out, forgetting how Jared had this ability to make him incapable of full speech.
Jared didn't answer. He just withdrew his fingers, the movement sounding obscene and wet in the silence between them. At the sudden emptiness came a rush of memories, of every time they had done this, and Jensen knew then exactly what he wanted.
He reached down, tugging on Jared's hair, his shoulder, and maneuvred him onto his back. Jared didn't argue, just went with it. Jensen kissed his mouth slowly, reaching across him for the condom he had ready. He unwrapped it, Jared helping him along with his teeth, and smoothed the rubber down over Jared's dick, giving him a couple of tight strokes just to hear him moan.
"Jen?"
Jared watched as Jensen shifted, moving onto his knees, and held his breath when the younger man eased one leg over Jared's waist, skin sliding across sweaty skin. He slid down, teasing him at first, just letting the head of Jared's cock nudge against him. Jared ground his teeth down together when Jensen finally pushed down onto him, shaking with a silent laugh at the sudden loud groan that seemed to echo around the still garage. No way had nobody else heard that, he thought. But then he didn't care, because Jensen was flush against him, still tight around him, and he wasn't moving right away. Jared watched his face. He loved the way he looked right then. He almost wished he had Jensen's camera in his hands so that he could capture this moment, although he knew, or hoped, that he would get to see it again.
Jensen breathed out then, in a rush, and he moved as he exhaled. Jared gripped his hips loosely, keeping him steady, and lifted his hips to meet him as Jensen sank back down again. The sound he made this time was quieter, between a groan and a whimper, and Jared found himself pressing his fingertips in with the next push together in an effort to coax more out of him. He felt proud of the bitten off yell he got for his work, like he wanted Jeff and Stevie to know how well their dumb plan had worked. The whole street would probably know soon, he thought, as the next slam home made Jensen curse loudly and then moan again as he started to come. His muscles contracted again and his voice sounded strangled and tight on every breath out.
Jared moved one hand up to Jensen's arm, feeling how tense it was. He traced the lines of tattoos, gripping harder as he kept working, kept moving. He blew at his upper lip, licked away the sweat, and blinked his eyes to clear his vision. He was so fucking close, he knew it. It had been too long for him to make this last. Almost six weeks without Jensen and it had been unbearable.
Jensen's palms slapped down against his chest then, startling him. He felt a curl of pleasure and need and something else uncoil inside him as he realized that he was being held down. He stayed put, feeling it from his toes to the top of his scalp when Jensen lifted up and then eased back down so slow, so goddamn slow, that Jared thought he might pass out.
"Don't... Don't fuckin-" He was going to say 'stop', but then he was coming, his cock jerking inside Jensen's body, filling the condom as he shook.
Jensen fell into him, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from the tips of his hair. He didn't want to move, not ever, he just wanted to stay there with Jared's dick deep inside him, Jared underneath him, holding him.
"Up," Jared told him. Seemed like he had other ideas. "Up," he repeated, the only word he could manage at that moment. He wanted rid of the condom, wanted to get that out of the way so he knew he could come back to Jensen and not have to move again for the rest of the night. Jensen obliged after a couple more seconds, and gladly let Jared envelop him in his arms when he returned to the bed. "Best sex ever?" Jared asked, kissing Jensen's shoulder.
"Hmm. Definitely top five," came the answer, followed by a quiet laugh and a protest at the stinging nip that Jared administered to Jensen's neck. "Hey, the other four are all you as well," Jensen reminded him, pushing a hand against Jared's brow to make him move. He stopped teasing, moving instead to kiss Jensen's mouth, sure and slow.
"So, are you going to tell me what it was that you did?"
That was the first thing that Jared asked the next morning, while they were still in bed, comfortable and warm with sleep.
"Hmm?"
"I figure you and Jeff were the only two who gave a shit that I was in jail and shouldn't have been, and since Jeff was kind of an invalid at the time..."
"Oh," Jensen nodded. "Well. Didn't Alan tell you?"
"He said a new witness came forward. They raided the house of someone from Chuck's gang-"
"Lewis," Jensen interrupted. "The guy who killed Chuck. His name was Lewis. Me and Chris had a word with his girlfriend. So she must have confessed."
Jared shook his head. "You're crazy."
"So did Lewis get arrested for it?"
"Your Dad said they had the guy in custody, so I suppose so. Said they found a bunch of guns and some of Chuck's things there. Keys to one of his bikes."
"Sounds like Lewis was a regular brainiac."
"Guess he didn't count on you and Columbo."
"If Chris is Columbo, then-"
"You're Jessica Fletcher."
Jensen laughed, shoving Jared's shoulder. "Asshole."
"Did you mean what you said last night?" Jared asked, face serious again. Jensen didn't need to ask what about.
"Every word," he replied. "I don't see anything in my future if I can't have it with you."
"Me either."
"Although for the present..."
"What?" Jared prompted.
"I kind of need to stay with Mom and Kenzie for a while. Just to make sure they're okay. I want to get back on track with my studying, so I don't have to worry about when I go back to school after the summer. I want to be with you when it's done, but I think 'til then it's best that I live there. You're too much of a distraction."
Jared frowned. "Oh."
Jensen sighed. "Please don't be mad at me. It's only for a couple of months, until graduation. I need to know that my family will be settled."
"Yeah, I know." Jared leaned down, kissed Jensen's shoulder softly. "Do I get to come over now and again to check on you?"
"At the weekends," Jensen agreed. "And every night, when I'm done studying, I'll call you."
"What if I'm working back at Mickey's?"
"Then you can call me on your break. We'll figure it out, Jay."
Jared still looked unsure of the idea, but he nodded in quiet acquiescence.
"I'll come stay here the night before the wedding, too."
"The whole night?"
"Of course the whole night."
"And when you've graduated, then what?"
"Then we find our own place. And you start looking for a day job so that I know you're doing something constructive while I'm at school."
"You got this all planned out, huh?"
Jensen grinned. "You wanna hear what our kids will be called?"
A laugh exploded out of Jared and he slapped Jensen firmly on the back. "Prick."
"I just wanted you to know how much I meant it, is all."
"I believe you. I'm just going to miss you."
"It's not for that long. Not really. And I'm still here now."
"How long can you stay? Or how long will you stay?"
"Today? As long as you want me to."
Jared smiled, satisfied with that answer, and reached around to kiss the other man again. They held onto one another, pressed together, moving in a familiar rhythm, Jensen's face pressed to Jared's neck as he struggled to keep control. It was a losing battle, though, and he surrendered quickly, letting Jared do what he wanted. Easier that way.
Later still, the pair stumbled into the house in their pajama bottoms, tousled and sated, so that they could both take a shower. Jensen tried to protest when Jared joined him under the spray, pressing him up to the tiles and stroking his dick, but he knew that Jared was just making the most of what was left of the day ahead. And he certainly gave up trying to complain when Jared pulled him out of the shower and went down on his knees. He spread his fingers through Jared's wet hair, his eyes closed as he breathed through his mouth and tried not to cry out too loud.
Back from their walk when the two boys returned downstairs, Jeff and Stevie both had knowing smiles on their faces when they saw them. Jensen managed not to blush and Jared simply grinned, wide and bright.
"So," Stevie began. Breakfast?"
"Hell yes!" Jared exclaimed. "I could eat a goddamn horse."
"Well, we don't have any horses, but how does bacon, eggs and hash browns sound?"
"Sounds good," Jensen said. "You want some help?"
"Yes, actually. Jeff has something that he wants to talk to Jared about."
"Okay..."
The moment Jeff and Jared had gone outside, Jensen asked Stevie if she knew what the discussion was about.
"I don't really know. Something to do with the wedding, though. Oh, that reminds me, could you take out invites to your family for me? We don't want to invite a lot of people, but it'd be really nice if they were there."
"You know my mom will cry, right?"
Stevie laughed at that. "I'm sure she won't be the only one."
They worked side by side in quiet for a while, Stevie cracking eggs while Jensen made up some hash browns to fry.
"Can I ask something?"
Jensen looked around. "Sure, of course."
"What made Donna decide to leave Alan in the end?"
He shrugged, frowning. "We argued, me and Dad. I told him it was his fault that Jay was in jail and he told me it was mine. Mom got in the middle of it and..." Jensen trailed off, lifting his shoulders again. He concentrated on the pan, not looking up when Stevie put an arm around his shoulders.
"She's better off. Might not seem that way for a little while, when you see all the things you suddenly don't have, but she is better off."
"I know. I think when Dad threw me out that first time she still hoped he'd see sense, you know? But he's never.... He never hit her before and I think it made her realize that it was her that needed to see sense."
"I'm sorry it came to that, Jen."
"You know what the strange thing is? I don't think she's sorry at all. I think she's relieved. And we'll manage. They'll have it easier when I leave. I know that, but we'll manage."
"Everyone always does, somehow."
"I haven't told Jay why we left. I think he hates my Dad enough as it is."
"I suppose that's not surprising. But you know that me and Jeff are your family too and I'm sure that he'll always be there for fatherly advice."
Jensen ducked his head down, smiling. "I know."
Stevie squeezed his shoulder before letting go. "Not that you need any advice on some things, from the sounds of it."
This time he couldn't stop the blush. "Sorry. Again."
"Don't be. Maybe some night me and Jeff'll keep you awake."
"Uh..."
"Although more likely it'll be the baby that does that."
"Well, you know, me and Jay thought about looking for own place, before the baby comes. Just to give you the extra space."
"Ah, well. So long as that doesn't mean you skipping out on baby-sitting duties."
"No, ma'am. We'll sit on any babies that need it."
He chuckled as Stevie bumped his hip, tutting loudly, and they were soon both laughing.
Breakfast was all ready and on the table by the time Jeff came back inside with Jared. At least Jared was smiling, Jensen thought. It definitely hadn't been anything bad.
--TBC--