Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (16/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (16/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 3,614
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 SIXTEEN
He didn't know why he'd even bothered setting the alarm. He never slept anyway. He might have dozed in and out, but real sleep evaded him. Jared had told him that he needed to stop being so nervous. Jensen wasn't even really sure it was nerves so much as excitement. He was on his way, finally, after all these years.
He and Jared had stayed up late. Not too late, but long enough to get some good last-minute partying done. Jensen had thought he'd been the good son and not had too many drinks. But now, as he rose from the bed, his head told him otherwise. He groaned, but quickly cut off the sound by biting at his bottom lip. It was his own fault.
Rising from bed, Jensen moved into the apartment kitchen, tugging open the refrigerator and taking out the pitcher of filtered water. He poured himself a glass and downed the first half of it without even a thought. He filled the glass up again and put the pitcher back. As he walked out of the kitchen, something on the living room wall caught his eye. Jared must have tacked a note up there. He leaned in, reaching for the paper that had been stuck to the wall. Only there was no paper. Disbelieving his own eyes, Jensen slapped the flat of his hand against the aged, newly painted plaster. Leaning in closer, he looked at the wall. Jared had taken a Sharpie and had written on the wall.
Blinking hard, Jensen read the note.
Have a great day, College.
Underneath the note was a crude drawing of what Jensen assumed was he and Jared in a rather private moment, shared quite often.
"You're such a weirdo," Jensen chuckled while, in the back of his mind, he wondered how they were going to cover up the Sharpie marker. Did they still have some of the paint hanging around so that they could touch it up?
He shrugged off the concern and headed into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for his first day of school. He spent a little extra time in the hot water, feeling it melt away his headache and bleariness. He shaved while in the shower, brushed his teeth in there too, and then got out. After towelling off he threw some gel into his hair and finger combed the growing locks, which had grown back darker than before. Naked, he moved back into the bedroom to find his first crisp, new outfit of the year. He chose blue jeans, black boots, and a long sleeved, grey shirt that Chris had chosen. It was a little tight across the chest, but it had HARLEY DAVIDSON embroidered across the front in a corresponding color.
Jared was still asleep when Jensen moved out into the living room. He tossed his book bag onto the sofa and started packing. He referred to a worn paper printout of his schedule so that he knew what books to bring. He checked his wallet too, making sure he would have a couple bucks to spend at lunch time. He filled a washed, reused plastic water bottle from the pitcher in the fridge, and slid it into the pocket of his book bag. He checked one more time to make sure he had pens and notebooks, text books and calculators. He was ready.
Slipping on an old black leather jacket that Stevie had found him at a thrift store, -- "I like to call it Sally's Boutique," she had told him. "Not the Salvation Army." -- he patted himself down, making sure he had his keys and wallet. "Okay," he said to himself. He glanced over to the wall, where Jared's note was scrawled and thought silently to himself for several seconds.
Smiling devilishly, Jensen took a few long strides to cross the room. He picked up the Sharpie off the coffee table on the way and wrote a note next to Jared's.
You wrote on the wall!! Clean this up right now, or no sex for you!!
Chuckling, he capped the marker and dropped it on the table again.
* * *
He had been expecting college to be like high school, but it was completely different. The students were open-minded. They were from all walks of life. They were tall, short, fat, thin, dressed preppy-style and goth style. They were great.
In his first class, Jensen met Adam Sonoma, from Hawaii.
"No offense," Jensen said to him, "but if you're from Hawaii, what the hell are you doing here?"
Adam laughed at him. "I lived here for the first seven or eight years of my life, and then moved to Hawaii," he explained. "It's not all it's cracked up to be."
Jensen found that hard to believe.
"So, what're you in for?" Adam asked.
Jensen's smile was crooked as he looked at Adam. "Pre-med."
"Shit, seriously?"
He nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"Just..." He paused for a while, his eyes finding the one place at Jensen's collar where the hidden koi tattoo peeked out. "No offense. I just thought it'd be for something less... Smart?"
Jensen chuckled. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I know what you mean. What about you?"
"Mechanical engineering. How English Lit relates to that, I don't know."
"Me either," he grinned.
Adam sat next to Jensen for class. When the lecture was done, he reached out and shook Jensen's hand. "I'm glad to've met you," he said. "Mind if we meet up again next class?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, you seem like the only really cool guy here."
Stunned, Jensen just stared at him for a second or two. "Sure thing," he finally nodded. "I'd like that."
Around one o'clock, Jensen finally got a break from classes. He sat outside in the sunlight in the quad after buying a lunch of an apple and a cheap, cafeteria roast beef sandwich. He had a book open on his lap, totally engrossed in what he was reading, until a shadow fell over his patch of sun. Interrupted, Jensen looked up.
"How are classes going?"
Stunned, Jensen's jaw nearly dropped. "Dad?" he said. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Alan smiled and sat down next to his son. "I just came to see how you were faring," he told him. "What is that you're reading?"
He blinked, glancing down at the thick book on his lap. "Uh, Anatomy," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you," he said, grinning pleasantly.
"Yeah, to see how I was faring," Jensen nodded. "I don't buy it. What do you want?"
Alan's smile faded. "Jensen, you're so cynical," he sighed.
"Gee, I wonder why."
Alan took a moment to study his son's face. He sighed and gave in. "Alright," he finally said. "Your mother. She's seeing someone, isn't she?"
Jensen immediately felt twice as uncomfortable. "That's not my place, Dad," he warned. "You need to call her."
"I just want to know how serious they are."
"Why?"
"Because I do, Jensen."
Jensen smiled. "You want her back, don't you?" He could tell just by looking into his father's eyes that he was right. He had half a mind to encourage Alan to pursue Donna again, just so that he could get his face slapped. He shook his head at his father, his smile still there. "I think you need to talk to her."
Alan was clearly annoyed, looking away for a moment as he shifted in his seat. "This man's name is Thomas Burnley, am I correct?"
"You need to talk to her," he repeated.
The refusal to help infuriated Alan. "Jensen, why can't you just--" He stopped, gritting his teeth and sighing. He straightened his tie and stood from his place. "It's clear to me that you favor your mother."
"Y'think?"
More defiance. Clenching his teeth, Alan's jaw muscles flexed for a moment. "Very well," he finally said. "I buy you a new suit for the interview that I set up so that you won't have to borrow any money from the lending companies, and this is the thanks I get."
Jensen shook his head, unwilling to be roped into guilt. "You did all that on your own, Dad," he told him. "I didn't ask you for any of that."
"No, but you certainly took advantage of it, didn't you?"
No matter what Jared had said to him, Jensen felt the first inklings of remorse seep into his heart. He frowned and looked away, down at the Anatomy book in his lap. When he looked back up, Alan had turned on his heel and bid him a gruff goodbye. Jensen watched him go, sighing and raking his fingers through his hair. Goddamn Dad always had a way of ruining things.
Regardless of the confrontation, Jensen did his best to make the rest of his day go well. He met Adam again in another class, and was thankful to see him. They sat together and talked almost more than the teacher did. Jensen knew he should be paying attention, but it sort of blew his mind that he'd made a friend already. This was definitely not like high school.
By the end of the day, Jensen was tired and ready to relax. He took the bus to within a block of the apartment and hoofed it up the stairs. He let himself in, expecting to see Jared there. But no one was around.
"Jay?"
There was no answer.
Jensen peeked into the bedroom. The bedclothes were rumpled, but Jared wasn't there. He shrugged the backpack off his shoulder and dropped it onto the floor, near the sofa. As he did, he saw another note scrawled on the wall, next to the one he'd left earlier.
Too late, you already know you'll give me some later.
Downstairs at the garage. Come down when you get home.
There was a crude attempt at a stick man giving Jensen the finger. Jared wasn't known for his overly artistic abilities where drawing people was concerned. All the stick man did was make Jensen laugh. He grabbed his keys, locked the apartment, and headed down to the garage.
Jared was there, working on a newish Impala. Jensen could hear the complaints before Jared even said them, about how the new Impalas were shit. The old ones were the bomb.
"Hey," he greeted, moving closer.
Jared peeked out from underneath the hood. "Hey," he smiled. "How was the first day, College?"
Jensen chuckled. "It was alright," he said, leaning against the car. "Why are you working on this thing? I thought they had you working on bikes."
Jared looked around for his co-workers. "Because no one has a fucking clue what they're doing around here!" he shouted, his comment clearly pointed to at least two of the guys in the garage with him. They turned and told him to shut up, laughing afterwards.
Jensen chuckled, watching Jared go back to work. The man was spotted with black, greasy smudges. His paint-and-oil-stained shirt was sleevless, showing off the tattoos he had. Jensen found his eyes grazing along the long length of the man's arms, down to where his hands, black with grease, were using some sort of ratchet-sounding tool on the car.
"Quit checking me out," Jared winked. He straightened, setting the tool aside and wiping his hands on a dirty red rag. Jensen was pretty sure that the rag would make things worse, but somehow it cleaned up some of it. "Get me all hot and bothered."
Jensen watched as Jared stepped closer, setting one hand at either side of Jensen's head, leaning against the top of the car. They didn't move any closer than that, but they didn't move away from each other either. Jensen didn't mind being caged there.
"Dad showed up today," he finally told him.
Jared made an annoyed face at him. "What the fuck for?"
Jensen shrugged. "He wanted to know about Rock."
"What'd you tell him?"
"Nothing," he admitted. "I told him he'd have to talk to Mom if he wanted to know more. I think he wants her back."
Jared snorted out a laugh. "Good luck with that," he said. "I think Rock's got her hook, line and sinker."
Jensen just nodded, looking down at his hands.
"Good thing you didn't mention Phin," Jared said, pushing away from Jensen. He moved back towards the front of the car, messing with some cables and tubes under the hood.
Jensen watched him for a minute, confused. "What fin?"
"No, Phin," Jared clarified. "You know, Rock's kid."
Stunned, Jensen moved closer, his mouth agape. "Rock has a kid?"
Jared chuckled, grunting as he tried to loosen something that was a little rusty under the hood. "Yeah, Jen," he said. "Believe it or not, there was Life Before Donna."
"Shut up," he returned. "Did he have a boy or a girl?"
"He has," Jared corrected, "a son. Phinnaeus J Burnley."
"Why the hell didn't you tell me this before?"
"What the hell does it matter?"
Jensen fell silent. He opened his mouth again to say something, but closed it after a thought. Jared had a point. "Well, what's he like?"
Bent over to peer at the engine of the car, Jared turned his head and looked at him. "Why?" he asked. "Thinking about leaving me?"
Jensen chuckled. "Whatever," he mumbled. "I'm just curious."
Straightening, Jared pointed to the car. "Get in and see if she'll start now."
Jensen did what was asked of him, sliding behind the driver's seat and cranking the engine over. It started without complaint. Jared opened his arms wide and whooped, turning and pointedly looking at the two guys that hadn't been able to fix it. They chuckled and waved him off, going back to their own jobs.
"Damn, I'm good," he declared, closing the hood. He motioned for Jensen to cut the engine. When the young man was out of the vehicle again, he leaned against the car door. "Alright," he began again. "Phin's not a bad guy. He's older than you. A year or two older than me, even. He's tough as nails. Been in trouble a lot. Got me in trouble a lot. His Mom and Rock never married, but she left Rock when Phin was sixteen, I think. They moved to friggin' Massachusetts or something and I ain't seen him since."
"You think he's still around?"
Jared shrugged. "Ain't heard otherwise," he said. "Why?"
Jensen scrunched his nose up. "What if Mom and Rock get married someday?"
Chuckling, Jared tossed the dirty red rag onto the work bench. "Then you'll have one hell of a step-brother," he told him. "Come on, I'm starving. Let's get an early dinner and then..."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Then?"
"Well, I have plans for later."
"I thought you had to work at the bar tonight?"
"Doesn't mean I can't make plans for a few other things."
Jensen just laughed.
* * *
Pressed against the cheap tile in the shower, Jensen closed his eyes, resting the side of his head against the wall. Jared's weight kept him where he was, and the steam from the hot water made it difficult to breathe, but he wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. His mouth fell open with each slow, deep thrust of Jared's hips. His fingers curled into claws as he tried to find purchase on the slippery tiles. He moved to set his open mouth against the wall, his voice reverberating from deep within his chest, out into the steamy, wet environment. Jared's hand was clamped around his hip, and it hurt, but he didn't make any mention of it. When Jared bit at Jensen's shoulder, he turned to him. Jared took Jensen's earlobe into his mouth, suckling and nipping just enough to make him wince.
Chills broke out on Jensen's skin. He was close. So close. Jared must have known for he let go of Jensen's hip and skated his wet hands down each of Jensen's slick arms, flattening the young man's palms against the wall. He interlocked their fingers and thrust a little harder than before, until Jensen's back was arched, his head swaying back to rest upon Jared's shoulder.
As Jensen came, breathing hard and moaning, Jared could feel every muscle in his body tensing too. He let go of Jensen's hands and set them to the man's chest instead, pulling him back to rest against him. He thrust hard three more times and then shuddered violently, his arms wrapped around Jensen, his mouth rested at the young man's shoulder.
Breathing heavily, Jared slowly let go of Jensen as he came down from his high. "God... Damn," he finally managed. He held onto the base of his cock, keeping the condom on him as he pulled out all the way. Jensen shivered at the feeling, his eyes at half-mast. He moved back into the spray of water while Jared leaned out to throw the condom away.
Back in the shower, Jared slicked Jensen's hair back away from his forehead while the spray of water came down on the young man's face. "There," he grinned. "A great way to end your first day, huh?"
Opening his eyes, Jensen rubbed away the slight sting of water and switched places with Jared, letting him have his share of hot water before it ran out. "Yeah, only I have homework to do."
"Already?" He sounded stunned.
"Already," he nodded.
"That's wrong."
Jensen chuckled. "I don't mind," he said. "It'll be nice to get back to feeling like I'm accomplishing something."
Wrapping his arms around him, Jared smiled devilishly. "You've accomplished quite a bit this summer," he said, his dimples seeming twice as deep thanks to the low quality of light in the room.
"Something other than blowjobs," Jensen chuckled. "Even though, yes, I know, there's good paying money in that."
Jared shook his head. "Not for you," he said.
Jensen laughed, but he had to admit he was a little taken aback. "Thanks," he almost grumbled.
"No, any of those that you do," Jared corrected, "those are mine. Just like you're mine, too."
Jared could be so sappy when he wanted to. Rolling his eyes, Jensen blushed slightly in the shower. "You're getting soft in your old age."
Jared wiggled his eyebrows at Jensen. "Bet I know what will make me hard again."
* * *
"Are you sure?"
Rock sighed. "Jared, I ain't never gonna get time off if I can't trust you to run the place now and then."
Jared shrugged. "What does ye old management say?"
"He says what I'm saying now," Rock told him. "You got yourself promoted to assistant manager, kid. Don't fuck it up."
"Spoken like a true manager," Jared grinned.
"Listen up," Rock told him. "You know what you're responsible for with this position."
"Yep," he nodded.
"Besides that, keep the customers happy," he said. "I'm going to be upstairs taking care of a shitload of paperwork for the big boss."
"You got it, Rockman," he said. He watched his manager walk away, thinking silently for a moment. "Hey, Rock," he called out after a few seconds.
Rock didn't say anything, but he turned and looked at Jared.
"How's Phin?"
He thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "He's fine, why?"
"He out of jail now?"
Rock nodded. "Got out last month," he said. "Been stayin' with his grandaddy. Why, what's up?"
Jared shook his head and shrugged. "No reason," he said. "I was just thinking about him, that's all. Remembering the good ol' days."
"Good ol' days my ass," Rock snorted. "You guys were in and out of the court systems so often, they set up cots for the both of you."
Jared laughed with him, nodding. "We did our share."
"I gotta go do paperwork," Rock said. "But thanks for asking about him."
"Tell him I said hi."
"Will do."
The position of assistant manager wasn't new to Jared. He knew what it entailed and gladly took on the responsibilites. It meant more hours and money for him, which in turn meant less that Jensen had to worry about how rent was going to be made each month.
Around eleven at night, there was an influx of people. Jared wondered what was going on. He saw new faces moving in, heading towards the bar. He smiled and leaned against the bartop.
"What can I get ya?" he asked.
The guy was big, heavy set and clad in leather and chains. He had a shaved head and a white goatee. He reminded Jared of Chuck for a split second, until he gave Jared a friendly smile and held out his hand. "Name's Coulter," he said, as they shook. "Me and my crew, we're new to the area."
"Well, welcome to Mickey's," Jared said to him.
"You him?"
"Nah, I'm just the hired help," he smiled. "Name's Jared."
"Well, Jared, how 'bouts you give me three pitchers of your special? The ladies are just as thirsty as the gents."
Jared nodded. "Done," he agreed. He drew up the pitchers and carried two over to the table while Coulter carried over the third. He collected money from all of them, plus enough of a tip that he could have easily left for the night and be happy with his earnings. He didn't know where the clan had gotten so much money to throw around, but as long as it was filling his pockets and the bar cash register, he didn't care where it came from.
He smiled as he rolled the wad of bills and jammed it into his pocket. Jensen was going to be more than happy.
--TBC--