Smoke & Lightning : Born To Be Wild (1/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (1/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult. (Tagged for Adult Content)
Wordcount: 3,861
Summary: AU. They're born to be wild. At least, Jared is. Jensen's learning, though, and this road-trip that they're on will teach him plenty of lessons. It's a good thing, too, because he'll need what he's learnt when they return and venture onto an altogether more serious step in their relationship. Trust is a major aspect for the both of them and Jensen's will be tested to breaking point as the boys learn how they'll cope together on the road...and off it.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER ONE
The sun was low, almost kissing the horizon, and the land around them, and the road in front of them, had that hazy, not-quite-real quality that you get with late-in-the-day light. The road was not busy, either. There had been a couple of cars, several trucks, and them in the last two hours. Right now, theirs was the only engine noise to cut up the near-dusk quiet and Jensen couldn't help but think that Jared had chosen this route for that very reason.
The throttle was wide open and the Harley, newly-tuned, oiled and polished, was responding with bone-juddering speed. Jensen's arms were tight around Jared's waist, aching from keeping such a strong hold on him. The soreness paled, though, when he looked at their surroundings, at the sky above them that was almost ready for what was sure to be a spectacular sunset. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this free. This excited.
There had been a quick stop at Jeff's, in spite of Jared's desire to get straight on the road, so that Jensen could eat and get changed and say a proper goodbye to his family, and to Jeff and Stevie. Now he was ready to stop again and he thought Jared must be tiring too, as the bike's pace began to slow after a short while. They were coming up on the outskirts of another town and there were hand-painted wooden signs at intervals on the roadside advertising diners, motels and a gas station. As the bike lost more speed, Jensen realized just how fast they had been going as his heart continued to pound and blood still rushed in his ears. A small cluster of buildings stood on the right side of the road and Jared curved their path round into the parking lot out front.
The silence after the hours of engine noise was incredible. Jensen tugged his helmet off, relieved to get some air on his face and scalp. His hair felt sweaty and the collar of his tee-shirt was damp and clung to his neck. He got off the bike as Jared kicked the stand down and stood aside to let the other man off, too. With his helmet tucked under one arm, he turned to look at the motel and diner that they'd stopped outside of. Jensen's mom had given him a credit card which she told him he was to charge all the fuel for the bike to. That was all it was for, though. The cash they had been given was for motels and food, although they both knew they would need to find some way of earning while they were on the road if they didn't want to camp out. Jensen had two lightweight sleeping bags in the rucksack he wore anyway, since camping out was something they both wanted to do in certain places and the weather in most areas now was just mild enough if they wrapped up well.
That meant they had to be reasonably careful with the money they had. With Jared driving the bike, he wouldn't be drinking any night where they planned to ride the next day, so that was one thing less to worry about. But they had both agreed completely that their first night away would be spent in comfort. Jared teased that he owed Jensen, after all. A congratulatory, post-graduation fuck. Jensen was looking forward to it, but his stomach growled to remind him that he was looking forward to a good meal far more.
Jared grabbed the two small bags from the back of the bike and headed up to the motel, Jensen following right behind him. They got a twin room, knowing that one single was enough for them, and Jared told Jensen to go wait in the diner while he got the bags away. He didn't argue. The sooner they ate, the sooner they could get into their room and hide out there for the evening. When Jared rejoined him about five minutes later, they ordered steak and fries and a pitcher of coke and when it arrived they ate until they could barely move. Jensen didn't want to wait any longer, but Jared ordered coffee when they were done eating.
"Coffee? Really?"
"Yeah, really. I want to talk to you."
Jensen frowned. "About what?"
"All the stuff I've been wanting to say to you for the last six weeks. Now you got nowhere to run to, and there's nobody here who knows us to listen in."
"Can't we talk after we get to bed?"
Jared shook his head, with a laugh. "Like we're going to have the time to talk..."
Jensen sighed, resigned. "Fine, then. Talk. Tell me what's on your mind."
"I found us a place to live. When we go back. The past few weeks while you've been at school and panicking over your speech, I've been working. Saving up. I was going to use it for this trip, but then your mom told me not to be an idiot, so her and Jeff helped me get a bank account. And since the money's in there, I figured I could use it for a deposit on an apartment or something. And I found us the perfect place."
Jensen was stunned. "Are you serious?"
"Like a heart attack," Jared answered. "You'll like it, I know you will. We're above an auto-shop. Right between an adult store and a chinese takeaway."
For a second, Jensen thought he was being made fun of, but then he thought about it and realized he knew exactly where Jared meant. The place was about four blocks over from where Chris lived. Jensen had been to the takeaway a couple of times with him last year, and they'd always pretended not to be looking in the window as they walked past the sex shop. He hadn't known there was an auto-shop there too. Or that there was an apartment above it all that would soon belong to him and Jared.
"We're going to have our own place?"
Grinning, Jared nodded. "Yup. All ours. Jeff and Stevie need more space when the baby arrives, and we need our own space. I can't live in that garage forever and neither can you."
He couldn't think of anything to say that. He and Jared were going to move in together. They were going to live together in their own home. Suddenly the future was right there in front of him, real and tangible and not just some dream, and he was pretty much speechless. He could hardly wait.
"I'm going to keep working for Rock every weekend, and during the week the owner of the auto-shop agreed to trial me for a position there. So we'll be able to hang out on weeknights and I'll be able to distract you from your studies."
Jensen gave a slight grin at that. "You better not," he said, his voice soft.
Jared lifted one hand and held his finger and thumb a half-inch apart. "Maybe just a little bit," he murmured.
"Sure you don't mind supporting me?" Jensen asked.
"You can be the cute little housewife in the relationship. I don't mind."
At that, Jensen rolled his eyes. "Sure, and you can be the strong, manly breadwinner. I'll pay you back in blow-jobs."
"You got a deal, Jen. I'll hold a collection every Sunday morning. Kinda like church, but with more sex."
Jensen had to swallow hard to stop a sudden burst of laughter coming out at that. Jared could be evil sometimes. "Was that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I wanted to talk about other stuff, too." Jared's tone had turned serious again and Jensen leaned forward, attentive. "Like my Mom. I promised I'd talk to you about her and now seems like a good time."
"Jay, you don't have-"
"I want you to know. I mean, you're never gonna meet the woman. It's only fair. And maybe about my Dad, too. My real Dad."
"So tell me."
Their coffee arrived and Jared took a sip of his before he carried on. He told Jensen that his mother was a brilliant woman, which was surely a given, and that she'd given Jared his first bicycle when he was seven years old. He'd fallen off it every day for two weeks solid and she'd patched him up and sent him right back out on it. It hadn't mattered that he hated the thing, didn't want to go near it; she'd told him that she had faith in him and that he'd get the hang of it eventually.
"So what happened after two weeks?" Jensen asked.
"I went flying over the handle-bars and broke a tooth. Smashed my nose up pretty damn good. I didn't want to let mom down, though, so I told her I'd done it some other way in case she got rid of the bike. It was the first time I'd had something to myself that hadn't been ruined by my Dad. He didn't like it when she bought me toys. Used to break them when she was out and I'd have to say I did it else... Well. Guy was a dick and when Jeffrey found out about him, I think he did something about it. Never told me or Mom and I don't think Mom ever realized why he'd done it because she never found out about what my Dad did to me, but you know, the fact that Jeff loved me enough to do that? I started to respect him a bit more after that and then Mom got sick. You know what? When she was sick she didn't complain one bit. She kept on looking after me and Jeff until she couldn't, until Jeff wouldn't let her, and I think that's why it hurt even more when she went because I thought she was going to make it. She seemed like she was just fine until she wasn't."
Jensen nodded, not knowing what to say to that.
"I blamed her for everything I did after she died and she didn't deserve that. It took meeting you, I guess, to realize that she didn't deserve that. I used to tell her that if she'd still been there then I wouldn't have stolen that comic book, or that kid's lunch money. Or that motorbike." Jared clenched his fist and Jensen wanted to pry his fingers open, hold his hand, make him stop rehashing old history. "God, I was such an asshole."
"Yeah, maybe you were an asshole, but you're not now. Well, not as much." Jensen smiled, letting Jared know he didn't mean it. "I'm guessing you learned to ride that bike."
Jared shrugged. "I really hate push-bikes. I ended up wheeling it into the river."
He laughed along with Jensen at that, and the tension seemed to leave them both with it.
"I guess I'm lucky," Jared said, eventually. "At least I can still remember her. I know there's plenty of kids who don't get that. But anyway." He shook his head, looked straight at Jensen. "I guess I'm done rambling."
"You sure? I can keep listening if you want to talk."
"I don't want to talk any more. I want to drink my coffee and then take you over to that motel room of ours and... Not talk." His voice went low with the last two words, his tongue flicking out over his lips suggestively.
"You want to drink your coffee first?" Jensen asked, the tone of Jared's voice making him want.
Jared lifted his cup, blew across the top of it, even though it had already cooled while they'd been talking. "Five minutes."
"Screw that 'patience is a virtue' crap. I lost my patience right after graduation. And my virtue long before that."
Jared wouldn't be swayed, though. "Five minutes. And it'll be worth it."
Jensen sincerely hoped so.
The motel room was probably not the best Jensen had ever been in, in his limited experience of motels, but it was clean enough and the beds looked okay. Yellowed wallpaper he could deal with. Scratches on the furniture weren't important. As far as he was concerned, as long as there was a bed and Jared then nothing else mattered. Hell, he could even manage without the bed. Jared locked the door firmly behind them, pulling the chain across on it for good measure. They didn't want to be disturbed, not now. He crossed the room to the bed, where Jensen stood, and none-too-gently knocked the other man down to the mattress.
Jared followed him down, straddling him and cradling his head in both hands as he went for Jensen's mouth, kissing with a brutal force born out of sheer need. He tugged on Jensen's lower lip, tongued his way into the warmth of his lover's mouth and moaned into it as he pushed his body down, getting a small amount of friction on his hardening dick. Jensen brought both legs up either side of Jared's body, holding him where he was, and lifted his hips as much as he could from the mattress. He was rewarded with another, longer moan and felt Jared's hands slide from beneath his head and down between them, over his chest.
Jared kissed him as easy as breathing, which was something Jensen desperately needed to do. He pushed the other man up for just a second so he could take a good lungful of air and blinked up at him, already feeling plenty out of it.
"I told you," Jared said. Though he wanted to say 'warned'.
"I know." Jensen took advantage of the fact that Jared was sitting up slightly to take his tee-shirt off and throw it on the floor beside the bed. Jared's joined it moments later. His bare chest pressed to Jensen's, the nipple rings two tiny spots of cold in an expanse of warm skin. Jensen's hands groped at his back, trying to get some kind of grip and failing. They kissed again, licking and sucking at one another's tongues, desperately seeking to get deeper with each push. Jensen forced his hands under the waist of Jared's jeans, the belt and denim tight around his fingers. He spread his fingers over Jared's ass, digging the tips in, and holding him there when he lifted his hips again to grind against him.
Jared's mouth opened wide over Jensen's; a quick exhale of breath an unnecessary clue as to how turned on Jared was. He moved then, dipping his head as he shifted, and Jensen pressed his head back into the soft pillow behind it when Jared kissed at his throat and dragged his teeth down Jensen's chest until he caught the metal bar through Jensen's nipple between them. Jared suckled around it, one hand holding Jensen's hip now and the other stroking the top of his arm. Jensen felt his arm being lifted and he got the idea, raising both above his head as Jared switched from one nipple to the other, until they were softly peaked and tender. He felt his jeans being undone and it was all he could do not to yell out when Jared mouthed at his cock through his shorts. He was panting heavily and Jared reached up and yanked the pillow from underneath his head, shoving it at his face so he could bite down on it while Jared blew him.
His jeans were tugged down his legs. Not sexy at all, he thought, because they got stuck halfway, rolled over themselves, and Jared spent a couple minutes wrestling them off Jensen's sweaty legs. By the time he was done, they were both laughing and Jensen's cock was losing interest again.
"Maybe I should shower before we do this," Jensen suggested. "Or we should both shower. Pretty sure I've got sweat where there shouldn't be sweat-"
"Jen, shut up," Jared told him, sucking a red mark on his hip to emphasize the point.
"I'm just saying... Nobody likes a sweaty crack-"
"I like a sweaty crack, so shut up. I'll fuck you anyway." Jared lifted his head, looked down at Jensen with a wicked grin. "I like it dirty, you know that."
Jensen wrinkled his nose, but then Jared's hand was underneath the leg of his shorts and his fingers were stroking along Jensen's cock and a little sweat really didn't matter any more. Definitely never hurt anyone, Jensen thought, as he lost the shorts altogether and Jared's mouth descended. Jared swallowed him down and Jensen pretty much swallowed his tongue, his eyes going wide as he nearly choked. His cock was only half-hard, but Jared kept his mouth around it as he pulled and sucked greedily, his hands curving into the inside of Jensen's thighs. He released him, held Jensen's dick against his belly as he moved his mouth down and licked at his balls and further. Jensen felt saturated, sweat and spit making him sticky. He felt his stomach flip when Jared got his hands underneath Jensen's thighs and lifted them so he could reach. His tongue circled Jensen's hole and Jensen heard himself moan, felt his cock start to leak. It bobbed against his stomach, pre-come forming a thin line between his navel and the crown of his cock.
"Jay..."
Jared made a noise that might have been a word, but Jensen really couldn't tell. His tongue was busy working Jensen open and anything that he might have said would come out garbled. Jensen's legs shook.
When Jared went back to work on Jensen's dick, wrapping his mouth around it like it was candy, there was no reprieve for his ass. Jared was working his fingers into him now and Jensen held the pillow over the bottom of his face, trying not to make a sound. He'd been right. He was going to make the wait worth it. Jared's fingers curled round and Jensen threw his hips up, fucking wildly into Jared's mouth. Jared didn't stop him, just went with it, and after a few minutes of it Jensen came hard down his lover's throat, unable to prevent the noise he made with his release.
"God... Fuck..."
Jared let Jensen's dick go, let come dribble from his mouth and onto Jensen's stomach. He chuckled when he saw the face Jensen made at that. "We'll shower after," he promised.
Jensen didn't even have the strength in him to nod. He let Jared turn him over, grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress as Jared's fingers pushed into him again. He wanted more, and he twisted down on them to try and tell Jared that.
"Relax, beautiful," Jared muttered. "We got all night if you want it."
"Now," Jensen managed, reaching one arm across to the night-stand where Jared had thoughtfully left the lube when he'd brought their bags inside. He waited for Jared to take it from him and then readied himself. He listened to the rustling of Jared's clothes coming off, the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and the soft snap of rubber on skin as Jared got the condom on his dick. By the time he felt the first push in, he was starting to feel heavy-headed.
"Don't go to sleep on me, Jen," Jared warned, teasing with slow, shallow thrusts. Jensen ached back there. He felt empty in all the wrong places and he reached one hand back while he balanced on the other so that he could get a hold on Jared and pull him closer.
"Please, just-"
"Ssh." Jared wrapped one of his arms around Jensen's throat, loosely, and used his other arm to brace himself as he slid all the way in with one move. He stayed there for several moments and Jensen was grateful for that. He'd missed this, missed the feeling of having Jay in him, and he closed his eyes and breathed easy just as Jared started to pull out and get his rhythm. Jared was kissing his nape, his hair, the tip of his ear, but he hardly noticed it. He concentrated on being fucked, putting as much effort into each thrust as Jared was. It didn't take long for either of them to lose all sense of rhythm, to just push against each other mindlessly until Jared was growling into Jensen's skin and shuddering as he came. Jensen collapsed down to the mattress and Jared followed, reaching down to grab the base of the rubber as he pulled out. He was exhausted, but he got up to get rid of the condom and then stumbled back to the bed.
Jensen moaned as Jared tried to lay down again, and pushed him off. "Other bed. This one's all gross."
"Shower first?"
Jensen gave in, collapsing back. "In a minute. Shower, then bed."
"Yeah," Jared agreed, tired. "Bed."
Jensen couldn't sleep. He thought it was maybe being in a strange bed, or Jared's stifling body heat, or the light from the neon sign across the parking lot from their window. Whatever it was, he was getting more frustrated. He lifted himself up a bit and pounded the pillow beneath his head, settling into the indent that his fist had left when he was done. Jared's fingers moved over his ribs and he groaned as the other man kissed the back of his neck. Great. He'd woken Jared up and now he was never going to get any sleep.
"What's up?" Jared asked, his voice muffled.
"Can't sleep for your ass snoring," Jensen lied.
"I don't snore," Jared replied, his voice clearer since he'd raised his head and his chin was resting on Jensen's arm. "You homesick already?"
"Fuck you, I'm not homesick. I'm just... I don't know. Can't sleep in a strange bed."
"Get used to it. You want me to sing to you?"
Jensen couldn't help but smile at that. "You want me to punch you in the mouth?" He asked, though there was no conviction behind the words.
"I sing pretty good, sonny-boy. Maybe you'll find that out sometime soon."
"Yeah. Maybe." Jensen was quiet for a few moments, his eyes drifting shut as Jared's fingers continued their slow movement back and forth across his stomach. It felt really good, he thought. Intimate. "What're we doing?" He asked.
"You're keeping me awake."
"I mean on this trip. You said we'll just keep going until we run out of road, but do you have any idea of what we're going to do each day? Where we're going to end up?"
Jared kissed Jensen's shoulder and Jensen would have called him a girl for that, but he really wanted a serious answer. "I don't know. But it doesn't matter, because we can always find our way home if we need to. That's what an adventure is all about, Jensen. The unknown. The unexpected."
Rolling onto his back, Jensen sighed. "I hate the combination of you and unexpected. It always seems to get me in trouble. Or you."
"Don't know if you noticed, but we're pretty good at handling trouble these days." Jared pulled him round by the shoulder and laid a kiss on his mouth. "We'll be okay."
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (1/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult. (Tagged for Adult Content)
Wordcount: 3,861
Summary: AU. They're born to be wild. At least, Jared is. Jensen's learning, though, and this road-trip that they're on will teach him plenty of lessons. It's a good thing, too, because he'll need what he's learnt when they return and venture onto an altogether more serious step in their relationship. Trust is a major aspect for the both of them and Jensen's will be tested to breaking point as the boys learn how they'll cope together on the road...and off it.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER ONE
The sun was low, almost kissing the horizon, and the land around them, and the road in front of them, had that hazy, not-quite-real quality that you get with late-in-the-day light. The road was not busy, either. There had been a couple of cars, several trucks, and them in the last two hours. Right now, theirs was the only engine noise to cut up the near-dusk quiet and Jensen couldn't help but think that Jared had chosen this route for that very reason.
The throttle was wide open and the Harley, newly-tuned, oiled and polished, was responding with bone-juddering speed. Jensen's arms were tight around Jared's waist, aching from keeping such a strong hold on him. The soreness paled, though, when he looked at their surroundings, at the sky above them that was almost ready for what was sure to be a spectacular sunset. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this free. This excited.
There had been a quick stop at Jeff's, in spite of Jared's desire to get straight on the road, so that Jensen could eat and get changed and say a proper goodbye to his family, and to Jeff and Stevie. Now he was ready to stop again and he thought Jared must be tiring too, as the bike's pace began to slow after a short while. They were coming up on the outskirts of another town and there were hand-painted wooden signs at intervals on the roadside advertising diners, motels and a gas station. As the bike lost more speed, Jensen realized just how fast they had been going as his heart continued to pound and blood still rushed in his ears. A small cluster of buildings stood on the right side of the road and Jared curved their path round into the parking lot out front.
The silence after the hours of engine noise was incredible. Jensen tugged his helmet off, relieved to get some air on his face and scalp. His hair felt sweaty and the collar of his tee-shirt was damp and clung to his neck. He got off the bike as Jared kicked the stand down and stood aside to let the other man off, too. With his helmet tucked under one arm, he turned to look at the motel and diner that they'd stopped outside of. Jensen's mom had given him a credit card which she told him he was to charge all the fuel for the bike to. That was all it was for, though. The cash they had been given was for motels and food, although they both knew they would need to find some way of earning while they were on the road if they didn't want to camp out. Jensen had two lightweight sleeping bags in the rucksack he wore anyway, since camping out was something they both wanted to do in certain places and the weather in most areas now was just mild enough if they wrapped up well.
That meant they had to be reasonably careful with the money they had. With Jared driving the bike, he wouldn't be drinking any night where they planned to ride the next day, so that was one thing less to worry about. But they had both agreed completely that their first night away would be spent in comfort. Jared teased that he owed Jensen, after all. A congratulatory, post-graduation fuck. Jensen was looking forward to it, but his stomach growled to remind him that he was looking forward to a good meal far more.
Jared grabbed the two small bags from the back of the bike and headed up to the motel, Jensen following right behind him. They got a twin room, knowing that one single was enough for them, and Jared told Jensen to go wait in the diner while he got the bags away. He didn't argue. The sooner they ate, the sooner they could get into their room and hide out there for the evening. When Jared rejoined him about five minutes later, they ordered steak and fries and a pitcher of coke and when it arrived they ate until they could barely move. Jensen didn't want to wait any longer, but Jared ordered coffee when they were done eating.
"Coffee? Really?"
"Yeah, really. I want to talk to you."
Jensen frowned. "About what?"
"All the stuff I've been wanting to say to you for the last six weeks. Now you got nowhere to run to, and there's nobody here who knows us to listen in."
"Can't we talk after we get to bed?"
Jared shook his head, with a laugh. "Like we're going to have the time to talk..."
Jensen sighed, resigned. "Fine, then. Talk. Tell me what's on your mind."
"I found us a place to live. When we go back. The past few weeks while you've been at school and panicking over your speech, I've been working. Saving up. I was going to use it for this trip, but then your mom told me not to be an idiot, so her and Jeff helped me get a bank account. And since the money's in there, I figured I could use it for a deposit on an apartment or something. And I found us the perfect place."
Jensen was stunned. "Are you serious?"
"Like a heart attack," Jared answered. "You'll like it, I know you will. We're above an auto-shop. Right between an adult store and a chinese takeaway."
For a second, Jensen thought he was being made fun of, but then he thought about it and realized he knew exactly where Jared meant. The place was about four blocks over from where Chris lived. Jensen had been to the takeaway a couple of times with him last year, and they'd always pretended not to be looking in the window as they walked past the sex shop. He hadn't known there was an auto-shop there too. Or that there was an apartment above it all that would soon belong to him and Jared.
"We're going to have our own place?"
Grinning, Jared nodded. "Yup. All ours. Jeff and Stevie need more space when the baby arrives, and we need our own space. I can't live in that garage forever and neither can you."
He couldn't think of anything to say that. He and Jared were going to move in together. They were going to live together in their own home. Suddenly the future was right there in front of him, real and tangible and not just some dream, and he was pretty much speechless. He could hardly wait.
"I'm going to keep working for Rock every weekend, and during the week the owner of the auto-shop agreed to trial me for a position there. So we'll be able to hang out on weeknights and I'll be able to distract you from your studies."
Jensen gave a slight grin at that. "You better not," he said, his voice soft.
Jared lifted one hand and held his finger and thumb a half-inch apart. "Maybe just a little bit," he murmured.
"Sure you don't mind supporting me?" Jensen asked.
"You can be the cute little housewife in the relationship. I don't mind."
At that, Jensen rolled his eyes. "Sure, and you can be the strong, manly breadwinner. I'll pay you back in blow-jobs."
"You got a deal, Jen. I'll hold a collection every Sunday morning. Kinda like church, but with more sex."
Jensen had to swallow hard to stop a sudden burst of laughter coming out at that. Jared could be evil sometimes. "Was that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I wanted to talk about other stuff, too." Jared's tone had turned serious again and Jensen leaned forward, attentive. "Like my Mom. I promised I'd talk to you about her and now seems like a good time."
"Jay, you don't have-"
"I want you to know. I mean, you're never gonna meet the woman. It's only fair. And maybe about my Dad, too. My real Dad."
"So tell me."
Their coffee arrived and Jared took a sip of his before he carried on. He told Jensen that his mother was a brilliant woman, which was surely a given, and that she'd given Jared his first bicycle when he was seven years old. He'd fallen off it every day for two weeks solid and she'd patched him up and sent him right back out on it. It hadn't mattered that he hated the thing, didn't want to go near it; she'd told him that she had faith in him and that he'd get the hang of it eventually.
"So what happened after two weeks?" Jensen asked.
"I went flying over the handle-bars and broke a tooth. Smashed my nose up pretty damn good. I didn't want to let mom down, though, so I told her I'd done it some other way in case she got rid of the bike. It was the first time I'd had something to myself that hadn't been ruined by my Dad. He didn't like it when she bought me toys. Used to break them when she was out and I'd have to say I did it else... Well. Guy was a dick and when Jeffrey found out about him, I think he did something about it. Never told me or Mom and I don't think Mom ever realized why he'd done it because she never found out about what my Dad did to me, but you know, the fact that Jeff loved me enough to do that? I started to respect him a bit more after that and then Mom got sick. You know what? When she was sick she didn't complain one bit. She kept on looking after me and Jeff until she couldn't, until Jeff wouldn't let her, and I think that's why it hurt even more when she went because I thought she was going to make it. She seemed like she was just fine until she wasn't."
Jensen nodded, not knowing what to say to that.
"I blamed her for everything I did after she died and she didn't deserve that. It took meeting you, I guess, to realize that she didn't deserve that. I used to tell her that if she'd still been there then I wouldn't have stolen that comic book, or that kid's lunch money. Or that motorbike." Jared clenched his fist and Jensen wanted to pry his fingers open, hold his hand, make him stop rehashing old history. "God, I was such an asshole."
"Yeah, maybe you were an asshole, but you're not now. Well, not as much." Jensen smiled, letting Jared know he didn't mean it. "I'm guessing you learned to ride that bike."
Jared shrugged. "I really hate push-bikes. I ended up wheeling it into the river."
He laughed along with Jensen at that, and the tension seemed to leave them both with it.
"I guess I'm lucky," Jared said, eventually. "At least I can still remember her. I know there's plenty of kids who don't get that. But anyway." He shook his head, looked straight at Jensen. "I guess I'm done rambling."
"You sure? I can keep listening if you want to talk."
"I don't want to talk any more. I want to drink my coffee and then take you over to that motel room of ours and... Not talk." His voice went low with the last two words, his tongue flicking out over his lips suggestively.
"You want to drink your coffee first?" Jensen asked, the tone of Jared's voice making him want.
Jared lifted his cup, blew across the top of it, even though it had already cooled while they'd been talking. "Five minutes."
"Screw that 'patience is a virtue' crap. I lost my patience right after graduation. And my virtue long before that."
Jared wouldn't be swayed, though. "Five minutes. And it'll be worth it."
Jensen sincerely hoped so.
The motel room was probably not the best Jensen had ever been in, in his limited experience of motels, but it was clean enough and the beds looked okay. Yellowed wallpaper he could deal with. Scratches on the furniture weren't important. As far as he was concerned, as long as there was a bed and Jared then nothing else mattered. Hell, he could even manage without the bed. Jared locked the door firmly behind them, pulling the chain across on it for good measure. They didn't want to be disturbed, not now. He crossed the room to the bed, where Jensen stood, and none-too-gently knocked the other man down to the mattress.
Jared followed him down, straddling him and cradling his head in both hands as he went for Jensen's mouth, kissing with a brutal force born out of sheer need. He tugged on Jensen's lower lip, tongued his way into the warmth of his lover's mouth and moaned into it as he pushed his body down, getting a small amount of friction on his hardening dick. Jensen brought both legs up either side of Jared's body, holding him where he was, and lifted his hips as much as he could from the mattress. He was rewarded with another, longer moan and felt Jared's hands slide from beneath his head and down between them, over his chest.
Jared kissed him as easy as breathing, which was something Jensen desperately needed to do. He pushed the other man up for just a second so he could take a good lungful of air and blinked up at him, already feeling plenty out of it.
"I told you," Jared said. Though he wanted to say 'warned'.
"I know." Jensen took advantage of the fact that Jared was sitting up slightly to take his tee-shirt off and throw it on the floor beside the bed. Jared's joined it moments later. His bare chest pressed to Jensen's, the nipple rings two tiny spots of cold in an expanse of warm skin. Jensen's hands groped at his back, trying to get some kind of grip and failing. They kissed again, licking and sucking at one another's tongues, desperately seeking to get deeper with each push. Jensen forced his hands under the waist of Jared's jeans, the belt and denim tight around his fingers. He spread his fingers over Jared's ass, digging the tips in, and holding him there when he lifted his hips again to grind against him.
Jared's mouth opened wide over Jensen's; a quick exhale of breath an unnecessary clue as to how turned on Jared was. He moved then, dipping his head as he shifted, and Jensen pressed his head back into the soft pillow behind it when Jared kissed at his throat and dragged his teeth down Jensen's chest until he caught the metal bar through Jensen's nipple between them. Jared suckled around it, one hand holding Jensen's hip now and the other stroking the top of his arm. Jensen felt his arm being lifted and he got the idea, raising both above his head as Jared switched from one nipple to the other, until they were softly peaked and tender. He felt his jeans being undone and it was all he could do not to yell out when Jared mouthed at his cock through his shorts. He was panting heavily and Jared reached up and yanked the pillow from underneath his head, shoving it at his face so he could bite down on it while Jared blew him.
His jeans were tugged down his legs. Not sexy at all, he thought, because they got stuck halfway, rolled over themselves, and Jared spent a couple minutes wrestling them off Jensen's sweaty legs. By the time he was done, they were both laughing and Jensen's cock was losing interest again.
"Maybe I should shower before we do this," Jensen suggested. "Or we should both shower. Pretty sure I've got sweat where there shouldn't be sweat-"
"Jen, shut up," Jared told him, sucking a red mark on his hip to emphasize the point.
"I'm just saying... Nobody likes a sweaty crack-"
"I like a sweaty crack, so shut up. I'll fuck you anyway." Jared lifted his head, looked down at Jensen with a wicked grin. "I like it dirty, you know that."
Jensen wrinkled his nose, but then Jared's hand was underneath the leg of his shorts and his fingers were stroking along Jensen's cock and a little sweat really didn't matter any more. Definitely never hurt anyone, Jensen thought, as he lost the shorts altogether and Jared's mouth descended. Jared swallowed him down and Jensen pretty much swallowed his tongue, his eyes going wide as he nearly choked. His cock was only half-hard, but Jared kept his mouth around it as he pulled and sucked greedily, his hands curving into the inside of Jensen's thighs. He released him, held Jensen's dick against his belly as he moved his mouth down and licked at his balls and further. Jensen felt saturated, sweat and spit making him sticky. He felt his stomach flip when Jared got his hands underneath Jensen's thighs and lifted them so he could reach. His tongue circled Jensen's hole and Jensen heard himself moan, felt his cock start to leak. It bobbed against his stomach, pre-come forming a thin line between his navel and the crown of his cock.
"Jay..."
Jared made a noise that might have been a word, but Jensen really couldn't tell. His tongue was busy working Jensen open and anything that he might have said would come out garbled. Jensen's legs shook.
When Jared went back to work on Jensen's dick, wrapping his mouth around it like it was candy, there was no reprieve for his ass. Jared was working his fingers into him now and Jensen held the pillow over the bottom of his face, trying not to make a sound. He'd been right. He was going to make the wait worth it. Jared's fingers curled round and Jensen threw his hips up, fucking wildly into Jared's mouth. Jared didn't stop him, just went with it, and after a few minutes of it Jensen came hard down his lover's throat, unable to prevent the noise he made with his release.
"God... Fuck..."
Jared let Jensen's dick go, let come dribble from his mouth and onto Jensen's stomach. He chuckled when he saw the face Jensen made at that. "We'll shower after," he promised.
Jensen didn't even have the strength in him to nod. He let Jared turn him over, grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress as Jared's fingers pushed into him again. He wanted more, and he twisted down on them to try and tell Jared that.
"Relax, beautiful," Jared muttered. "We got all night if you want it."
"Now," Jensen managed, reaching one arm across to the night-stand where Jared had thoughtfully left the lube when he'd brought their bags inside. He waited for Jared to take it from him and then readied himself. He listened to the rustling of Jared's clothes coming off, the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and the soft snap of rubber on skin as Jared got the condom on his dick. By the time he felt the first push in, he was starting to feel heavy-headed.
"Don't go to sleep on me, Jen," Jared warned, teasing with slow, shallow thrusts. Jensen ached back there. He felt empty in all the wrong places and he reached one hand back while he balanced on the other so that he could get a hold on Jared and pull him closer.
"Please, just-"
"Ssh." Jared wrapped one of his arms around Jensen's throat, loosely, and used his other arm to brace himself as he slid all the way in with one move. He stayed there for several moments and Jensen was grateful for that. He'd missed this, missed the feeling of having Jay in him, and he closed his eyes and breathed easy just as Jared started to pull out and get his rhythm. Jared was kissing his nape, his hair, the tip of his ear, but he hardly noticed it. He concentrated on being fucked, putting as much effort into each thrust as Jared was. It didn't take long for either of them to lose all sense of rhythm, to just push against each other mindlessly until Jared was growling into Jensen's skin and shuddering as he came. Jensen collapsed down to the mattress and Jared followed, reaching down to grab the base of the rubber as he pulled out. He was exhausted, but he got up to get rid of the condom and then stumbled back to the bed.
Jensen moaned as Jared tried to lay down again, and pushed him off. "Other bed. This one's all gross."
"Shower first?"
Jensen gave in, collapsing back. "In a minute. Shower, then bed."
"Yeah," Jared agreed, tired. "Bed."
Jensen couldn't sleep. He thought it was maybe being in a strange bed, or Jared's stifling body heat, or the light from the neon sign across the parking lot from their window. Whatever it was, he was getting more frustrated. He lifted himself up a bit and pounded the pillow beneath his head, settling into the indent that his fist had left when he was done. Jared's fingers moved over his ribs and he groaned as the other man kissed the back of his neck. Great. He'd woken Jared up and now he was never going to get any sleep.
"What's up?" Jared asked, his voice muffled.
"Can't sleep for your ass snoring," Jensen lied.
"I don't snore," Jared replied, his voice clearer since he'd raised his head and his chin was resting on Jensen's arm. "You homesick already?"
"Fuck you, I'm not homesick. I'm just... I don't know. Can't sleep in a strange bed."
"Get used to it. You want me to sing to you?"
Jensen couldn't help but smile at that. "You want me to punch you in the mouth?" He asked, though there was no conviction behind the words.
"I sing pretty good, sonny-boy. Maybe you'll find that out sometime soon."
"Yeah. Maybe." Jensen was quiet for a few moments, his eyes drifting shut as Jared's fingers continued their slow movement back and forth across his stomach. It felt really good, he thought. Intimate. "What're we doing?" He asked.
"You're keeping me awake."
"I mean on this trip. You said we'll just keep going until we run out of road, but do you have any idea of what we're going to do each day? Where we're going to end up?"
Jared kissed Jensen's shoulder and Jensen would have called him a girl for that, but he really wanted a serious answer. "I don't know. But it doesn't matter, because we can always find our way home if we need to. That's what an adventure is all about, Jensen. The unknown. The unexpected."
Rolling onto his back, Jensen sighed. "I hate the combination of you and unexpected. It always seems to get me in trouble. Or you."
"Don't know if you noticed, but we're pretty good at handling trouble these days." Jared pulled him round by the shoulder and laid a kiss on his mouth. "We'll be okay."
--TBC--