Sometimes the exterior can fool you-part 2
Title: Sometimes the exterior can fool you part 2
Characters: Jared Padalecki & Jensen Ackles, Tom Welling, Michael Weatherly, Jim Beaver, Mike Rosenbaum, More to come in later chapters
Rating: R to be on the safe side (not good at deciding ratings)
Warnings: past non-con, mentions of abuse, mentions of past underage abuse, swearing, sexual contexts, talk of sexual experiences
Disclaimer: This is not true and in no way represents the actions or opinions of the people featured herein. All recognizable people belong to themselves and I am only borrowing their images for the sake of entertainment.
Summary: Jensen Ackles has always hid behind a persona to keep anyone from getting to close. He has his reasons. Now he is inheriting a football team and a sister from a father that hated him. To make matters worse the team comes with a coach, Jared Padalecki, who is everything Jensen abhors. The new boss is everything Jared despises. So why are they so drawn to one another and what happens if they allow themselves to go with it???
Author's Notes:First time writing any fanfiction. Sorry it is unbetaed but I was afraid if I didn't write it and post it right away then I would chicken out. This is based on a book(but I can't remember the name of it). This is looking like it is going to be longer then expected. Sorry if there are any errors in writing or in posting but this is my first time!!!
***Italics are memories
Jensen wandered around the house which he had grown up in late into the night. He was counting down the hours until he could escape the house and the memories he had spent years trying to outrun. He knew what his father was attempting to do by temporarily giving him the Suns-even from the grave Alan was trying to manipulate him. It was all a big game. Michael would get the team in the end but until then Alan was trying to make Jensen dance to his tune as he always wanted him to. Alan believed that by getting Jensen to leave New York and everyone he knew behind that could shape him into the son that Alan had always wanted. The lawyer had explained that the wills stipulated that if Jensen went to work every day for the Suns then he would receive $100,000 when the team reverted to Michael.
As Jensen continued his laps around the house he made sure to stay as far from the backyard as possible. He knew he was not ready to face the memories that the backyard would bring. Unfortunately there were not many places on the estate that brought good memories. There were no rooms that contained memories of his beloved mother-Alan had been sure to wipe those away before the ground had even settled on his mother’s grave. Thinking of his mother in this house only brought memories of Michael and his torment. Jensen could still hear Michael’s voice bullying him…
“Jenny Bean where are you? Come out and get the present that I found for you!” Jensen peeked out from the fort he had created in the trees anxiously. He had managed to avoid Michael for the past week and he would be returning to school the next afternoon.
“You better come out here or you will be sorry” Michael yelled. Jensen knew from experience that this was not an idle threat. He knew he was trapped. He had no defenses against the bigger, meaner boy. When he went to Alan to complain about Michael’s teasing and hitting Alan got mad at him and told him to fight his own battles.
Jensen could not understand why his cousin hated him so much. Michael had a loving mother and was not sent away to school. Although Michael’s father had left his family when Michael was young, Michael had a father figure-he had Jensen’s father. Alan loved Michael because Michael was good at sports, unlike Jensen.
With a sinking stomach Jensen abandoned his fort and approached Michael. Michael wasn’t overly large for a twelve year old but next to Jensen he seemed huge. Jensen was short for his age and still carried around a good deal of baby fat. Jensen was not only short and lumpy but he was also painfully shy. He would rather lose himself in a book then play outside with the other kids. Alan constantly criticized Jensen and told him all the A’s in school wouldn’t do any good if he didn’t lose some weight and learn to talk to people.
“Guess what I have for you, Jenny Bean?” Michael held up a piece of paper. “I have a picture of your mom. If you do what I tell you then maybe I will give it to you.”
Jensen’s heart skipped a beat but he tried to not let his excitement show. Alan had gotten rid of all traces of Donna so Jensen had never even had a picture of her. “Where did you get that picture?” he tried to ask nonchalantly.
“I found it in my mom’s drawer and I will give it to you if you do what I say” Michael declared with an evil smirk. Jensen knew that no good could come out of that smile but he wanted that picture more than anything so he played along.
“What do you want?” he whispered with a sinking heart. He knew he would do almost anything for this small connection to the mother he couldn’t remember. All Alan had ever said of his mother was that she was a dumb blonde who gave him a useless son. Alan constantly reminded him that Jensen had inherited his uselessness from her.
“Pull down your pants and I will give it to you” Michael smirked while holding the picture just out of reach.
“No!” Jensen exclaimed outraged.
“Fine then I will just tear it up since you obviously don’t want it.” Michael declared clasping the picture between his fingers like he was about to tear it.
“No! Stop!” Jensen declared. He tried to control his shaky voice but could not keep the tears from forming in his green eyes. “Don’t make me do this. I will tell my dad,” Jensen attempted to bluff.
“Go ahead. I will tell him that you are lying. Who do you think he will believe?”
Jensen already knew the answer to that. Alan always believed Michael.
“Are you going to do it crybaby or is your mother not worth it? Maybe you finally believe that she is as worthless as everyone else knew.”
“Yes I will do it. Just don’t harm the picture.” Jensen choked out. He no longer tried to control the tears flowing down his face. He quickly reached for his belt hoping to get the humiliation over with as quickly as possible.
“Hurry before someone comes!” Michael exclaimed while slowly moving closer to Jensen.
Jensen quickly pushed down his shorts without looking up. After a minute of silence he dared a glance up at Michael. Through his tears he noticed that Michael was looking at the spot between his legs with a glazed over look. Jensen could feel his skin heating up with shame. He knew his face and chest were tomato red but he just stood there.
“Give it to me now.” He begged while trying to reach for the picture in Michael’s hand.
“No, first pull down your underwear.” Michael moved the picture from Jensen’s reach.
Jensen knew that he could not do what Michael asked. He shook her head without speaking.
Michael’s face twisted with rage. He brought the picture up in front of Jensen and ripped the picture into a multitude of pieces. He dropped the pieces of pictures in front of Jensen and walked away.
Jensen quickly crawled over to the pieces of the ruined photo. With trembling hands he attempted to put the pieces of the picture back together. Only when he got the picture reassembled did he see Michael’s last act of revenge. He had colored over the eyes and face of his mother with a thick black marker.
When Jensen brought himself out of his thoughts he noticed where he had wandered. He was near the pool in the backyard. With his defenses down Jensen was powerless to stop the memories of the night that had changed his life forever.
Jensen had been eighteen years old and home for a break from school. Alan had not yet bought the Suns so his passion at the time had been college football. Michael had been playing on the Northwestern football team and Alan had contributed greatly to the school. These contributions had included hosting a party for the team at Alan’s house.
Jensen was both looking forward to the party and dreading it at the same time. He had lost most of his baby fat years back but he was still extremely self conscious about his looks so he tended to wear baggy, unfashionable clothing. He was also still painfully shy around others but he daydreamed about the good looking athletic college boys on the team.
Jensen had spent most of the party standing in the corner observing the festivities while trying blend into the wall. Then Ben Page, who was Michael’s best friend, asked him to dance. Jensen agreed quickly. He could not believe that the handsome football star was noticing him. They danced for a few songs and Jensen began to relax. He laughed at Ben’s jokes and even attempted to flirt. The night was going as Jensen had always dreamed. Then it all came crashing down.
Ben had been drinking steadily through the evening and the more he drank the more his hands moved against Jensen. When he attempted to grab Jensen’s ass and rub against him Jensen had enough. He ran outside and hid in the small shed next to the pool. A storm raged outside and Jensen was lulled by the steady beat of the rain against the roof of the shed.
While Jensen attempted to calm down the door of the shed was pulled open. There was no light in the shed and the storm did not illuminate enough to allow Jensen to see. The door was slammed shut and in the darkness Jensen was raped.
Afterwards Jensen made the mistake that many rape victims did. He crawled bleeding and broken into the house and made his way to his room. He went straight to his bathroom and attempted to scrub the dirty feeling off of his skin.
An hour later he stood sobbing in Alan’s study. He stood there in a baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants and attempted to tell his story between sobs. He remembered Alan’s studying him as he attempted to tell his story.
“You want me to believe that a handsome and popular boy like Ben raped you?” Alan asked incredulously. “Why would he need to force you when he could have anyone he wanted?”
“I am telling the truth” Jensen whispered while trying to control the sobs wracking his body.
“Well why don’t we ask him” Alan stated. “This had better not be one of your pathetic attempts to get attention. You think I would ruin that boy’s career in football just because you want some attention.” He asked disgustedly.
“I am telling the truth. He raped me.” Jensen choked out around the lump in his throat.
Alan made a sound of disgust and opened the study door. He sent someone to get Ben and bring him to the study. Ben arrived moments later with Michael accompanying him. Jensen begged his father to send Michael away but Alan wouldn’t listen. Jensen haltingly retold his story while Michael stood drinking his beer and Ben hotly denied the accusations. Ben’s denial was adamant and impassioned. Without even looking at Alan Jensen knew he had lost again. Alan sent Ben back to enjoy the party. He told Jensen to never repeat the accusations again. A part of Jensen died in the study that night.
Jensen had run the next day. He packed the essentials and left without a backward glance. He stayed with a friend from school who had moved to Paris. He met Jeffrey Dean in Paris and Jensen’s life had never been the same.
Alan had sent his flunkies after him to order him to return home on several occasions. Jensen was disinherited the day that his first nude painting went on display.
Jensen returned to the house and went to sit on the couch in the living room. Alan had finally found a way to bend Jensen to his will. If Jensen did not adhere to the terms of the will then he would not receive the $100,000. He needed that money in order to open a small gallery in New York.
As he sat there contemplating his life Jensen remembered the note Alan had included in the will. You are my only failure Jensen. The words reverberated inside Jensen’s head.
At that moment Jensen made a decision. His father, the $100,000 and the Chicago Suns could all go to hell. He was not going to play his father’s game. He would find the money for a gallery some other way. He decided to take Tom up on his offer to spend some time at his vacation home in Florida. Hopefully some time away would help clear his mind and allow him to plan for his future.
“There is no other way to look at it, Jared,” Jim Beaver said. “Whether we like it or not, Mr. New York is in the driver’s seat.”
“Alan must have been out of his mind.” Jared scowled at the champagne flute in his hand. Jared hated champagne. He hated the sweet alcohol almost as much as he hated the way the silly champagne flutes felt in his large calloused hands. Jared always felt like he was playing with a cup from a child’s tea set when he was forced to hold the flutes. Not only did he hate the champagne he was being forced to drink but he hated the party he was being forced to attend. He hated any occasion that forced him to wear a tuxedo but since this party was for a good cause he forced himself to go along with it. The only thing he hated more than attending a stuffy party with champagne was the idea of that blond twink with the drop dead body and face owning his football team.
Jared gazed out over the crowd of expensively dressed people with contempt. Jared was not a glamour boy. He was a hell raiser on and off the field. Although age had maturity had made him wiser about most things he still did not fit into this crowd of society people. He found himself watching the newest Congresswoman from Illinois move through the crowd. She wore a simple gown that probably cost more than most people made in a year. She was petite and had long brown hair. She was beautiful and sophisticated and Jared had noticed he was one of the few people she had not sought out. As he turned back to Jim a flashy brunette stepped forward to shake his hand. As she introduced herself he noticed that she had slipped her phone number into his hand. With a simpering smile and a lick of her lips she walked away.
Jim was used to having his conversations with Jared interrupted by predatory females and males that he went on like there was no interruption. “How could Alan have done something like this?”
What Jensen Ackles was doing to his football team angered Jared so much that he did not want to think about it when there was nothing around him to hit. He distracted himself by looking at the Congresswoman again. She looked elegant and classy. Not like a person who spent time in a kitchen. At this point in his life Jared was looking for someone who wanted to make cookies and raise children. After years of raising hell, sleeping with multitudes of women and men, and a disaster of a marriage Jared was ready to settle down. He yearned for a household of kids and a partner to share it with. Although it was not common knowledge Jared had accepted his bisexuality and at this point in life he did not care if his future partner was male or female as long as they were ready to settle down and have kids.
Jared was attempting to turn over a new leaf. No more career focused individuals, no more sex pots, and no more twinks. He was looking for a down home person who was more interested in taking care of the home and family then they were about going out and partying. He wanted an ordinary kind of person who did not turn heads and make people crazy. Once he found that person he swore his roaming days would be over. He wasn’t a cheater so when he settled down it would be for good.
Jim was still complaining about Jensen when Jared turned back to him. “You know I don’t like speaking ill of anyone, but that guy called me “Sugarplum.” That’s not the sort of person who should own a NFL team. He has got a poodle. We will be laughing stocks in the league if we need to follow the orders of a man who carries around a poodle.”
Jared listened to Jim complain while watching the Congresswoman approach the bank of elevators. He watched her depart and looked at his watch. He returned his attention to hear the end of Jim’s rant.
“Who could have figured that the General Manager would quit and we would be stuck with Steve Carlson in charge of operations?”
A muscle ticked in Jared’s cheek and his jaw was clenched so tight that he feared he may actually damage his teeth.
“Jensen Ackles and Steve Carlson owning and running the Suns. I tell you Jared everyone is going to be busting a gut laughing at us over this one.”
Jared’s cheek muscle continued to tick as his thoughts turned toward the twink who was ruining his team. In the weeks since the funeral Jensen had disappeared. This disappearance had caused all team business to come to a standstill since no one was authorized to sign any forms or contracts. When no one could contact Jensen the G.M. of the team quit in frustration leaving the operations in the hands of Steve Carlson.
The terms of Alan’s will had been leaked to the media leaving everyone stunned. Like everyone else, Jared had assumed Alan would leave the Suns to his nephew Michael immediately. Jared had never trusted Michael and had not been looking forward to working for him but at this point he would have given anything to see Michael in Alan’s old office.
“I heard you have been trying to get in touch with Jerome Anderson. You aren’t still feeling guilty about cutting him, are you, Jared?”
Jared sighed and shook his head. “It had to be done. He was missing too many practices and there was no way he would have passed a drug test.” Jared had given Jerome many chances to get into rehab and clean himself up. He had not cut Jerome when he got his second OWI arrest of the year even though he should have. He had exhausted all options until in the end the only thing Jared could do was cut Jerome from the team.
Jared and Jim’s conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Mike Rosenbaum. Mike was the starting wide receiver for the Suns. Mike liked to dress well and tonight was no exception. He was wearing an impeccably tailored tuxedo, lizard skin boots and a black Stetson.
“Hey, Coach, what d’ya think? That girl over there told me that all her girlfriends think that I am the best looking wide out in the league. What about you? Do you think I am the best looking?”
Jim studied Mike well he actually considered the question. “I don’t know Mike. Terrell Owens is pretty good looking too.”
Mike tended to get belligerent when anyone questioned his looks, and tonight was no exception. “For you information she told me that I looked like a movie star. I will tell you one thing-I am a damned fine sonavabitch.”
They all laughed. Jared liked Mike off the field but he liked him even more on the field. Mike had guts, brains, great hands and was one of the best wide receivers in the game. What he didn’t have was a new contract signed and that was driving Jared to contemplate murdering a certain blonde twink.
Alan had died just as he was finishing negotiations with Mike’s agent. Now only Jensen had authorization to sign the new contract and he was supposedly off on vacation and could not be reached.
Mike was not Jared’s only unsigned player. There was also Aldis Hodge, who was so good he was scary. Neither of the players would be traveling with the team this weekend for the Sun’s fourth preseason game. If Jensen was not found soon then neither would be suited up for the season opener either.
Thanks to the disappearing twink, Jared was in danger of losing two of the most promising players in the league. Jared had learned to win at all costs from the strong hand of his father. He’s always been aggressive and right now he promised himself that if he ever got his hands on a certain brainless blonde twink who appeared to have no common sense, he would teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Jared sped down the expressway in his 2009 Lamborghini Gallardo. The car lacked the leg room needed for his 6’5” frame but he put up with the cramped space because the car drove like a dream. He felt guilty about spending over $200,000 on a car though so after he bought it he wrote a matching check to his favorite charity. Most years Jared gave away more money then he spent but he figured it was only right since he made more than enough.
It was late when Jared exited the expressway and traffic was light. He had already removed his tuxedo jacket and now he removed the bow tie and unfastened his collar.
Jared passed by a police car and was glad he had managed to keep the car to a respectable speed. He liked cops and respected them. During his wild college years the cops had helped to set him straight. They had convinced him to value of a good education. One cop, responding to a bar brawl, had talked to him for most of the night and convinced him to look toward the future. The cop made him realize that he would not always be able to play football. Jared took the advice and started taking business and financing courses at UT. He learned that he had a brain and not just talent on a football field.
Jared wound his way through the side streets of the affluent suburb until he came across an all night convenience store. He pulled into the lot and got out of the car. There were only a few people in the store and only two of them were women. He dismissed one of the women quickly and looked toward the other. She did not look old enough to be in the store this late. She was looking through the candy aisle while smacking her bubble gum annoyingly. She wore a short skirt and her bare legs ended in black flats. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her jacket with “varsity cheerleader” sown in over the left breast.
She looked up when he approached her. “I know you,” she drawled while playing with the gum in her mouth.
“Do you now?”
“Uh-huh.” She giggled while still playing nervously with her gum. “You are the coach of the Suns. Jared Padalecki.”
“That’s right”
“My name is April.”
“How old are you darling?” Jared drawled his Texas accent thick.
“Sixteen.” April answered as her eyes moved over him with a maturity beyond her year. “You are hot.”
“You look really grown up for sixteen.”
“I know. My folks are out of town for the weekend. Do you wanna come over to my house with me?”
“To do what?”
“You know. Have sex. I will be good to you and I promise I will let you do anything you want.”
“I usually like my women with a few more years on them.” Jared drawled looking over her overly made up face.
“Please. I really do mean anything.”
“Well when you put it like that, baby doll, you make it tough to refuse.”
“I am driving my dad’s car so follow me.”
Jared followed the girl out to the parking lot and into their cars. He kept the tail-lights in view as he followed the car into an exclusive neighborhood. He followed the car into the driveway of an imposing house set on a wooded lot. He parked the car in front of the garage and entered through the already opened door.
Tbc
Chapter 3
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