Smoke & Lightning: City Of Angels (6/?)
Title: Smoke & Lightning : City Of Angels (6/?)
Authors: eviltwin and bloody_adorable
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Wordcount: 4,150
Rating: Adult.
Summary: The hospital gets busy and Jensen's in for a long day.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
MASTER POST
CHAPTER SIX
Ally didn't stay away for very long. She had come in sometime during the wee hours of the morning. Jensen found her on his floor, in a bed, with oxygen pumping into her nose. She had dark circles under her eyes and her lips were a pale blue. All the luster was gone from her hair, and it hung limp around her face.
"Hey, beautiful," Jensen greeted her with a smile. He sat down in the chair beside her bed, leaning in closer, her case folder and all the rest on his clipboard that he clasped in his hands, between his knees. "What are you doing here today?"
She was in a rare bad mood. "Mom and Dad freaked out and brought me in last night, 'cause I couldn't breathe."
Jensen nodded. "Good, that's what they should have done," he told her. He shrugged one shoulder. "I missed you anyway."
"Well, they don't," she grumped, crossing her arms over her chest. "They wouldn't stay."
Jensen knew the parents' story. It was a harrowing tale, filled with dead-tired, overworked parents, and a very sick little girl. He frowned and reached out a hand to her. She didn't take it, but he left it there, open and waiting for her hand. "They have to work, sweetheart," he told her. "They're keeping your insurance going. It sucks sometimes to make adult decisions, but we have to do what's best. For you and for all the other kids here. Someday, when you become a mom, you'll understand better."
Still frowning, Ally thought about what he'd said. She wasn't the only one whose parents couldn't stay twenty-four-seven. Finally, she gave in and set her hand in his. She sighed and turned on her side to face him more directly. "I missed you too," she said. She almost smiled, her bad mood melting away. "And Thursday was my birthday."
"Thursday was your birthday?" Jensen repeated. He let go of her hand and reached into the cargo pocket on his uniform pants. "I think you're lying."
Ally's eyes lit up when she saw a small gift wrapped box placed upon her mattress. She smiled and gasped at the pretty silver bow atop it. "How did you know?" she asked, stunned.
"I got my ways," Jensen nodded. "Open it." He seemed just as excited as her and almost wriggled in his chair as she tore open the package.
Ally was a petite little girl, and inside the box was a child-size necklace. It had a bright orange and fuscia flower pendant, with an orange-colored gem in the center, strung on dark fuscia cording. She gasped when she saw it, nearly ripping it from the box it was in. She held it up so she could get a better look at it, and squealed. She asked Jensen to help her put it on. Smiling, he stood from his chair and had her hold her long hair up so he could hook the necklace behind her. It fit perfectly, and her sick, tired little face looked so much brighter than it had been before. He chuckled and listened to her go on and on about the other presents she had gotten, not forgetting to thank him for his just before he left to finish his rounds.
"Take it off," Jared commanded in an authoritative voice. "Take it all off from here, down. I wanna see skin, baby."
The barber chuckled and nodded. "Alright," he said.
After a wash, cut and style, the barber took the electric razor to the back of Jared's hair, cleaning up the nape of his neck. He used different level razors, and buzzed off at least a couple of inches up the back and sides, graduating to his longer hair atop his head. Jared surveyed his appearance in the mirror, turning his head from side to side. His hair was still longish on top, but much neater than it had been. Okay, you couldn't see much skin like he had commanded, but it still looked pretty damn good.
He paid the barber, slipping him a good tip, then headed off to work. He couldn't wait to have Maya with him again. The walk from the apartment to the garage was a long one, but Maya would love it, and she would be less disruptive at work if she was walked well. So, Jared decided to walk and time how long it took him.
He was a little late, the walk having taken a good forty-five minutes, but when he explained why he was tardy, Memo just laughed and agreed that it was a good idea. Jared clocked in, and got right to work on the Triumph. He was a little jealous that he hadn't thought of a design like this one for Jensen. Then again, Jensen's bike was what got him this job, so he decided that he liked that one more after all. And that one was done out of love. This one, he was doing to get paid.
It was almost four when Jared was interrupted. He'd gotten a good amount of work done, stopping every now and then to socialize with the guys.
"Pads," Memo shouted above the music that was playing from the old stereo Miguel had brought in. "Phone call."
Jared left his work behind him, making sure that he had left in a place easy to pick up from. He walked backwards as he went, looking at the bike, trying to visualize the finished product. It was going to be fierce, and he loved it. He could really get used to this job.
He took the phone from Memo, who was holding the cordless out to him, but talking to a customer in front of the counter. "Yo," Jared answered.
"JT," a voice came.
"Rob?"
"Yeah," he returned.
"How the hell did you find me here, man?"
"Are you kiddin'?" Rob said. "You were squealing like white trash at a tent revival about that job. I know you were excited, man. Made me and my bar feel fuckin' inferior."
Jared laughed. "Alright, dude, what's up?"
"You ain't gotta work tonight."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Don't think you're gettin' out of work that easy," Rob chuckled. "I just fucked up the schedule, and I know you've put in your days this week. You want a night off or what?"
"Hell, yeah," Jared laughed and nodded. His mind was already racing with what he might get to do, if Jensen were to get home on time. He listened to Rob plan out his week, reading off the schedule and asking if that sounded right. Jared suggested a few things, switching this worker and that, and Rob agreed. He decided that he might just start leaving the scheduling to Jared, because quite honestly, it gave him a big fucking headache. Jared laughed and told him he'd take over the job if Rob wanted him to.
Hanging up the phone, Jared placed the cordless back on the cradle on the counter by the cash register and went back to work. He worked straight through until a little after five. He picked up, grabbed his jacket and glanced at his watch. He'd be home by six-thirty at the latest. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled Jensen's number, knowing very well he would get voicemail. "Hey," he said, after the greeting message. "I'm going to pick stuff up for dinner. I'll be home about six-thirty. I'll explain when I get home. See ya."
Halfway home, Jared picked up some Chinese takeout, stuffed it all into a paper bag, and walked two more blocks before stopping at a liquor store. He went in, bought a chilled bottle of wine, and strolled the rest of the way home. It wasn't quite dark out yet, but some of the stars were still visible. He glanced up at them once, smiled, and opened the door to the apartment building. As he did, he saw headlights shining at him from a parked car. He squinted into the light, shielding his eyes from it. He stepped away from the door and started towards the parked car. But before he got very far, a woman came running out of the building next to them. She was dressed nicely, a shawl about her shoulders. She laughed at the driver and pulled open the car door.
Jared realized his suspicious nature had gotten the better of him and felt a little foolish. Shaking his head, he started to turn away. It was then that he saw the same rental car he had seen before. He paused for a moment, trying to decide if he was overreacting again, or if this really was something to investigate. He took one step closer to the car and the lights came on, the engine roared to life. Jared watched as the car backed up along the curb, did a U-turn and headed off in the opposite direction.
Right away, he thought of Alan. Recently, Jensen's father had stayed out of their life for the most part. He only called occasionally these days, because Jared had had to tell him to stop calling if he was going to keep turning Jensen's life upside down. Typically, after Alan would call, Jared was left to either calm Jensen down from a near-enraged state, or pull him out of a deep depression. Since the calls had come less and less frequently, they'd been doing fine. And, through the grapevine, they'd heard that Alan was faring well himself. He had a new woman living with him and regularly saw Kenzie and Josh. Jensen was the only one he didn't care to keep in touch with.
That's why, when Jared thought of Alan, he quickly dismissed him. The man didn't care enough.
"Fucking asshole," he grumbled, regardless. He fished his phone out of his pocket and was about to call the cops, when he realized he really had nothing to report. No license plate, no make of the car other than he thought it had been a Ford. He hadn't seen the driver. The cops would want to know all that. And he wasn't really a fan of cops. Sighing, Jared put the phone back in his pocket and moved to the apartment door, unlocking it and tugging it open.
Jensen wasn't home when he got there. Jared checked the answering machine and saw that there were no messages. He frowned, but knew this was the reality of Jensen's job. He couldn't be mad. Instead, he popped open a container of Lo Mein and grabbed a set of chopsticks from the paper bag. He sat down in front of the television, on the sofa, and flipped on the tube, forgetting about the mysterious car that he had seen twice in front of their apartment building.
"I'm going to pick stuff up for dinner. I'll be home about six-thirty. I'll explain when I get home. See ya."
Jensen sighed and closed his phone. It was well past six-thirty. He had been in the ER as Jack Devereux, a pediatric cardiologist, had asked Jensen to be in on a twelve year old that had collapsed on a soccer field while playing with his friends. Jensen had jumped at the chance.
During the surgery, they had talked openly above the soft classical music lilting from the stereo speakers.
"I thought at first, when they radioed in, it might be Progeria," Jack had said, speaking of the disease that ages children so quickly that they typically die at around thirteen years of age. "But after seeing him, I know that's not the case."
"What would we see in Progeria?" Jensen had asked, watching the doctor work, and helping out where he could.
"We'd see a heart that looked like it belonged in the body of a ninety-year-old."
Jensen had glanced over at the man then, somewhat stunned. He had heard of Progeria, of course, but he hadn't really talked with someone that had seen it before. It was a disease that scared him more than he admitted. He couldn't imagine hearing a doctor tell him that his child had something so frightening.
But now, as he sat upon his bike, listening to the rain drum on the ground outside the parking garage, he realized he might never have to worry about that. He flipped his phone closed, contemplating for just a moment whether or not he should call Jared and tell him he was on his way home. He was tired, though. He wanted to just get home and grovel at his lover's feet to apologize for missing dinner. Cell phones didn't work inside the hospital, and he hadn't had time to run outside to make the call. Hell, he didn't have time to make the call from a landline. Jared had previously expressed the understanding regarding Jensen's job. That didn't make Jensen feel any less guilty.
By the time he got home and parked the bike, he was dead-tired. As he unlocked the apartment door, his eyes were nearly closed. He moved by rote, motions he'd done plenty of times already. He locked the door behind himself, set his keys on the counter in the kitchen. Toed off his shoes, wet from the rain outside, and let his jacket fall to the floor. Ordinarily he would have scolded Jared for such an action, but quite honestly he was so tired right now that he didn't care.
With sleep-clouded vision, Jensen turned, seeing a glass of red wine on the kitchen island. He blinked hard and found that the wine was still there; he wasn't dreaming it. It wasn't often that he and Jared had wine in the house. Jensen never told him, but he almost preferred the wine, probably just because that's what was had in his household when he was growing up. Then he thought maybe he wouldn't admit it for fear of sounding like his father, who had mercifully stayed out of their life in LA so far.
Next to the glass of wine were a number of takeout containers. Jensen popped a couple of them open, peering inside. He snagged a bean sprout from one of the Lo Mein containers, then closed it again. Picking up the glass of wine he took a slow, tentative sip. He didn't like the awful dry wine that his parents preferred, and was happy to find that this one had a sweet, fruity flavor. He smiled and took another sip.
"Jay?"
"Yo," Jared called back.
Jensen found him in the living room, sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. He had a beer in his hand, rested against his knee, his other arm draped across the back of the sofa.
"Hey."
"Hey," Jensen returned, moving around the sofa. He looked at Jared, doing a double-take in the process. "Whoa. Haircut."
Jared reached up and rubbed a hand across the back of his shaved neck. "Yeah," he agreed, "figured it was time." The top was still long, but not nearly as shaggy as it had been. He looked ten years younger. Jensen liked it.
"It looks great."
"Thanks," he smiled.
Glancing at the television screen, Jensen smiled, a wave of nostalgia sweeping over him. "Cops. Just like when we first met."
Jared muted the TV. "How was your day?" he asked, grinning at the sight of Jensen sitting down on the sofa, wedging himself into the crook of Jared's open arm.
"Stupidly long," Jensen admitted. "But I'm glad to be home."
"I'm glad you're home too."
"Sorry I missed dinner. And sorry I didn't call. It was crazy."
He shrugged. "It'll happen now and again," he said. "You're pretty important. I can't get mad at you every time you're late. Occasionally though, you'll have to ravish me to make up for it."
Jensen chuckled and nodded his head before taking a sip of his wine. "No bar tonight?"
He shook his head. "Nope." Jared had the night off to rest up for the weekend. He'd soon be on for some very long, tedious hours, so he liked to take advantage of his time off. "Rob can't schedule worth a shit, so I'll take over that for him, I guess. Found your wine, I see."
"Mm," Jensen nodded, swallowing another sip of the red spirits. "Thank you."
"Figured you might want to be classy for awhile before I make you be a very dirty, dirty boy."
Jensen laughed and leaned into him. "You're a very bad influence, Mr. Padalecki."
Jared smiled at him, nodding his head. "Yes, I am," he agreed. "Mrs. Padalecki."
A boisterous laugh escaped Jensen. "You're an asshole."
"Not a bad influence?"
"That too," he agreed, leaning in for a slow, dangerously intense kiss. The combination taste of beer and wine together was more intoxicating than Jensen had expected. He nipped carefully at Jared's lips, liking the sound the man made in response.
Sighing, Jared broke the embrace, his forehead leaning against Jensen's. "Keep kissing me like that, and you could be in trouble."
Jensen let his head fall back onto Jared's arm. "You're probably going to be pissed at me," he warned. "But I'm so tired I could sleep through pretty much anything, I think."
To say he wasn't disappointed would have been a lie. Jensen worked so hard, and such long hours, that he sometimes dropped off while they were eating. He swam at the hospital gym pool almost every morning, though, so he was fit and trim. But that didn't stop Jared from worrying about how much thinner the man was now. What if Jensen got sick? He would have no weight to fall back on. "That's alright," Jared frowned. "Your sleep is more important, I guess. As long as you eat something."
"I will." Jensen gazed at him from where he lay propped against Jared's arm. "Man," he complained. "We just made an adult decision. This sucks."
"I know," he chuckled. "It's almost like we're real people."
Though they chuckled at the idea of it all, Jensen still felt bad. One corner of his mouth turned down for a moment. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
Jared turned and looked at him. "Don't worry about it," he said. He curled his arm up to bring Jensen's head closer to him and kissed the man's forehead. Jensen smiled at him, but did not lift his head from Jared's shoulder. A few minutes later, he was snoring softly, his glass of wine forgotten about.
Opening his eyes, Jensen found himself in his high school cafeteria. The room was filled with his peers, all laughing and talking amongst themselves. Chris wasn't around and so Jensen was ignored, just like usual. There was a tray of unappealing, untouched food before him. The voices around him sounded tinny, like he was hearing them through a coffee can or over a really bad phone connection. Across from him, Jensen noticed Jared sitting there. Odd, considering they didn't go to school together. He watched Jared. Watched him smile his devilish grin. Watched him push his chair back, slide down to the floor and crawl underneath the table.
Curious, Jensen could do nothing more than gaze after him. He felt Jared push his legs open, settling between them. Jensen started to push his chair back, either to move away from Jared or join him under the table, he wasn't sure which. Jared had other ideas however. He grabbed hold of the legs of Jensen's chair and roughly yanked the seat back where it was before, tucking Jensen underneath the table again. He felt a tug upon the button of his jeans, and when it loosened, he reached down to stop Jared. But Jared pushed his hands away, pulling his jeans open. Jensen understood what Jared was after and he glanced around the room, wondering what sort of new nightmare this would turn out to be. They would be found here, reported. Jensen would be suspended or thrown out. Alan would find out and seethe with anger. Part of Jensen wanted to stop Jared. Part of him wanted him to keep going.
He was dreaming, he was sure of it. But that didn't seem to make the sensations any less intense. Jensen's eyes closed when he felt Jared's hands on him, pulling him out of his jeans, being mindful of the zipper teeth. His mouth fell open when he felt Jared's tongue on him, swiping across the head of his cock before taking him into his mouth with a deep sucking pull. He was sure he said something, could feel his throat flexing, but he couldn't hear himself.
Opening his eyes again, Jensen looked around the cafeteria. Someone was bound to notice them soon. And when they did, Jensen had a feeling that it would be bad. What if Doug saw them? He remembered the almost-daily beatings he'd received from the bully for his entire stint at the school. He had no desire to repeat any of them.
Still, he found himself reaching underneath the table, threading his fingers through Jared's hair. Jared let him free enough to circle the head of Jensen's cock with his tongue, lapping at the underside where the thick vein stood out. Jensen felt a careful scrape of teeth and the softness of Jared's lips before he was pulled back in, the head of his cock touching the back of Jared's throat. A moan escaped him. This time he heard his own voice, slightly halting as Jared pulled back and let Jensen push back into his mouth, slowly and deeply. Gasping, Jensen let his head fall back, his mouth open as another groan slipped from his throat.
Jensen wasn't sure this was a dream. The static that rocked through his body was freakishly real. He could feel his hair standing on end, could feel the soft, wet texture of Jared's tongue, could feel its incredible heat on his skin. His breathing was more labored than before. Jared's hair was soft in his hands. His hips moved with each of Jared's strokes, his moans growing louder and louder. How was no one able to hear them, to see what they were doing? They all milled about, walked by him. He could hear their laughter, could almost feel them brushing past. But they did not react to what he was doing with Jared.
He let his head fall back again, eyes closing as he slipped closer to the edge of ecstasy. He could feel himself pushing in and out of Jared's mouth, practically fucking him like that, but he couldn't stop himself. Jared had driven him to the brink of need.
Awaking from the dream, Jensen found himself in bed. He didn't remember getting up from the sofa, walking into the bedroom and falling into bed. He didn't remember Jared undressing him and covering him up. But he found himself naked and lying on his side, looking down at Jared's hands stroking his cock. The blankets had been abandoned, shoved down to the foot of the bed. He looked back up into Jared's eyes, already watching him. He had been dreaming it all, as he had suspected, but Jared had been helping him along the way. What had started out as nothing more than a wet dream was now being used to drive Jensen wild. Jared's hands were warm and slick -- he must have gotten hold of the lube in the nightstand drawer, but Jensen had no memory of such a thing.
Already so close to orgasm, Jensen felt his breath hitch in his lungs. He moaned and looked away from Jared's hands, into the man's eyes, for as long as he could before his own closed. Jared shifted against him, leaning his head down to swipe tongue and teeth across the piercing at Jensen's chest. The sensation sent Jensen overboard. He gripped at him, fingers dimpling the flesh at Jared's shoulders, blunt nails creating half-moon indentations. His arms curled around Jared and he held on for dear life. His body shuddered, his moan turning into a growl, as he came in Jared's hands.
As spasms rocked Jensen's body, Jared kissed his way back up, taking a few extra lingering seconds to nip at Jensen's ear. "Who were you dreaming about?" His voice was low and scratchy.
Breathing hard, Jensen gazed up at him. "You," he said. He closed his eyes as Jared leaned in to kiss him. He let Jared roll him onto his back, felt his legs being forced further apart, the man's erection rock-hard against his hip. "Jay, I can't," he said amidst the kiss. "Not again."
Jared smiled against Jensen's mouth. "Yes, you can," he assured him.
Jensen knew he was right. Jared would make sure he came a second time. And sleep would have to wait. Jensen didn't mind, however. The real thing was much better than a dream, anyway.
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