Best Intentions
Title: Best Intentions
Part Eleven
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,412
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: None, yet. But I'll be sure to update it if there needs to be any as the fic unfolds.
Notes: Follows Dark Intentions.
Beta: Not beta'd, I'm trying not to weigh down my beta with fics at this moment in time, so just blame Kira, until I can fix the mistakes.
Summary: Three and a half years later, Jared's released from prison after getting early parole. He makes his way back to the house he apparently still owns, and to the three men who apparently still live there. With thoughts of Jensen continually running through out his mind, how is he supposed to get on with his life?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9| | Part 10| |Part 11|
Jensen doesn’t know how long someone has been crouching in front of him as he stared off into space, but he jerks backwards on the couch when warm fingers touch his cheek. “Hey,” Jared whispers, causing Jensen to shiver from fear and curl tighter in on himself. “Please don’t do that,” Jared softly pleads, his heart breaking as Jensen shifts stiffly back away from him.
“What do you want Jared?” Jensen calmly asks; his voice devoid of emotion as he stares past Jared.
“Thought I’d come and tell you that Caleb’s packing,” Jared replies as he twists around, sits on the floor and leans his back against the couch.
“Why?” Jensen quickly questions, “Where’s he going?”
“He’s just going to see Zach and Jordan for a few days. He said he needed a break from petty arguments,” the taller man reveals.
“Petty Arguments? Us?” Jensen slowly begins to relax his arms, no longer hugging himself. He’s hand inches little by little towards the soft hairs at the nape of Jared’s neck. “He’s coming back, right?” he asks as his fingers trail through the soft chestnut locks.
“He says he is,” Jared breathes out in a sigh as his body relaxes further against the couch and into the hand that toys with the short hair at the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” Jensen mumbles, pulling his hand back and shifting around on the couch to get more comfortable. “Caleb told me not to do it, but I was just so pissed…” his words fade away as Jared turns to look at him.
“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Jared says, his eyes glistening in the light from the excess water, “I scared you, I don’t want you afraid of me,” he murmurs as he leans in closer to the older man, “I want you to feel protected, safe… free,” he tells Jensen as he moves from the floor and unto the couch, lying beside of Jensen and teetering on the edge, trusting that Jensen won’t let him fall. He smiles confidently as the shorter man’s hand comes into contact with his hip, keeping him in place like Jared hoped he would.
“You wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t handcuff myself to the bed,” Jensen tells him as he buries his face into Jared’s neck.
“It doesn’t matter, the point is I did,” Jared replies, his own fingers running soft caresses over the soft grey material that hides the skin on Jensen’s side. “I know why you did it, and that’s my fault too,” he shivers as Jensen’s warm breath brushes over the sensitive skin of his throat. “Caleb told me I should have just talked to you, but you need to realize, everything that happened three years ago was my fault. I was the one that kidnapped you. I was the one the raped you,” he shuddered, “and I was the reason Landon found you.”
“No, Jay, don’t think like that,” Jensen hurriedly tells the other man, pulling back from his neck to look at him.
“I thought I could get out of that business without anyone getting hurt,” he continues, not stopping at Jensen’s protests, “I was wrong. The one thing that became important to me was taken away.”
“Me?” Jensen questions with a bewildered look on his face. Shocked that Jared thought so much of him all those years ago.
“Yes, you,” Jared laughs, “No one else made me want to give up that business. No one else made me want to be a better person. I love you Jensen Ackles, and if you’re just now seeing that then I haven’t showed you nearly enough,” Jared smiled brightly as he leaned in closer, gently touching his lips to Jensen’s and feeling his eyes close.
Jensen melted into the kiss. His only thoughts being that Jared said he loved him. Those simple words that begin dissolving the weight that pulsed in his chest for three long years. He never knew words could do so much, but in that instant, his lips still pressed to Jared’s, he realized that Jared loving him was why he wouldn’t sleep with him. With one hand pressed to the taller man’s chest, Jensen drew himself away from Jared’s hungry mouth, “You’re afraid you’ll hurt me,” he gasped as soon as their lips were parted. Everything falling into place in his mind, like an unfinished puzzle he didn’t know he wanted completed. “That’s why you won’t fuck me.”
“You mean everything to me, Jen,” Jared informed the shorter man, as his fingers drew idle lines on Jensen’s face, “So, no, I won’t take a chance on hurting you again.”
“You hurt me every time you tell me no,” he confides, “You make me feel like a leper.”
“But I could hurt you so much more,” Jared replies, his eyes closing as memories begin flooding back. Memories of an unresponsive Jensen, shaking as Jared cleaned and redressed him, “I never want to see you shut down again. Nothing in my life has been that painful. Don’t ask me to risk reliving it.”
Jensen cups Jared’s face with one hand, leaning in and presses a chaste kiss to his lips, “Are you going to demand things of me that I wouldn’t do?” he asks as he withdrawals from Jared’s mouth, his palm warm on Jared’s cheek.
“No…” Jared quickly responds shaking his head.
“Are you going to treat me like a fuck toy? Tie me up, fuck me until I can’t move because of pain, piss on me, or beat me?” he continues over Jared’s answer.
“God, no, Jen,” Jared honestly tells him, laying his forehead against Jensen’s.
“Then I won’t freak out,” Jensen says around a smile, “I want you. I’ve been waiting for three years to be with you again, don’t make me wait longer,” he pleads with his whole heart, hoping Jared realizes just how truthful he’s being.
“I’m going to need time,” Jared whispers his breath moving over Jensen’s lips, “you can’t ask me to get over everything I’m feeling just because you don’t have any issues with it.”
“Just don’t take too long,” Jensen tells him. His voice soft as his hand moves from Jared’s cheek, to hold on to his hip once more.
“I…” Jared begins to tell him when the library door opens. Turning his head, he sees a grinning Caleb, “You have such excellent timing,” he tells the other man as he shifts around so he can stand, and let Jensen up.
“I figured you guys would at least want to tell me bye,” Caleb tells him, “and seeing as you two weren’t coming to find me, and I was getting ready to leave, I decided to come find you.”
Jensen stands and moves to his friend, wrapping his arms tightly around the slightly shorter man, “Just come back,” Jensen whispers into his ear.
“I will,” Caleb replies, “Take care of your self,” he tells Jensen, pulling out of the hug and looking at him with concern.
“I’ll be fine I have two armed agents to watch over me,” Jensen reminds the blonde man.
“and me,” Jared interjects as he walks closer to Caleb, crushing the other man in a tight hug.
“I’ll see you guys in a week, two at the most,” he says to keep from telling them to work through their problems like he really wants to.
“Alright,” Jared replies with a sad smile, “Come on, the agents are probably wondering where you are.”
Jensen stands at the window and watches the car taking Caleb drive slowly down the paved road. He's worried for his friend, and hopes he makes it to Jordan and Zach with no problems.
He jerks a little as arms wrap around his waist, “He’ll be fine,” Jared's voice reassures him. “Those two bears of agents will take care of him. Sanders had them checked out before he even allowed Caleb to come downstairs.”
“They think someone in the FBI might try to get to us?” Jensen questions, fear bubbling in his chest, at what Jared’s words seem to imply.
“They don’t know. They figure as powerful and wealthy as my boss was, he could possibly have an agent or two on his side.” Jared tells him, tightening his hold on Jensen as the other man’s body quakes. “I meant what I said,” Jared whispers, his mouth beside of Jensen’s ear, sending chills down his spine, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Part Eleven
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,412
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: None, yet. But I'll be sure to update it if there needs to be any as the fic unfolds.
Notes: Follows Dark Intentions.
Beta: Not beta'd, I'm trying not to weigh down my beta with fics at this moment in time, so just blame Kira, until I can fix the mistakes.
Summary: Three and a half years later, Jared's released from prison after getting early parole. He makes his way back to the house he apparently still owns, and to the three men who apparently still live there. With thoughts of Jensen continually running through out his mind, how is he supposed to get on with his life?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9| | Part 10| |Part 11|
Jensen doesn’t know how long someone has been crouching in front of him as he stared off into space, but he jerks backwards on the couch when warm fingers touch his cheek. “Hey,” Jared whispers, causing Jensen to shiver from fear and curl tighter in on himself. “Please don’t do that,” Jared softly pleads, his heart breaking as Jensen shifts stiffly back away from him.
“What do you want Jared?” Jensen calmly asks; his voice devoid of emotion as he stares past Jared.
“Thought I’d come and tell you that Caleb’s packing,” Jared replies as he twists around, sits on the floor and leans his back against the couch.
“Why?” Jensen quickly questions, “Where’s he going?”
“He’s just going to see Zach and Jordan for a few days. He said he needed a break from petty arguments,” the taller man reveals.
“Petty Arguments? Us?” Jensen slowly begins to relax his arms, no longer hugging himself. He’s hand inches little by little towards the soft hairs at the nape of Jared’s neck. “He’s coming back, right?” he asks as his fingers trail through the soft chestnut locks.
“He says he is,” Jared breathes out in a sigh as his body relaxes further against the couch and into the hand that toys with the short hair at the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” Jensen mumbles, pulling his hand back and shifting around on the couch to get more comfortable. “Caleb told me not to do it, but I was just so pissed…” his words fade away as Jared turns to look at him.
“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Jared says, his eyes glistening in the light from the excess water, “I scared you, I don’t want you afraid of me,” he murmurs as he leans in closer to the older man, “I want you to feel protected, safe… free,” he tells Jensen as he moves from the floor and unto the couch, lying beside of Jensen and teetering on the edge, trusting that Jensen won’t let him fall. He smiles confidently as the shorter man’s hand comes into contact with his hip, keeping him in place like Jared hoped he would.
“You wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t handcuff myself to the bed,” Jensen tells him as he buries his face into Jared’s neck.
“It doesn’t matter, the point is I did,” Jared replies, his own fingers running soft caresses over the soft grey material that hides the skin on Jensen’s side. “I know why you did it, and that’s my fault too,” he shivers as Jensen’s warm breath brushes over the sensitive skin of his throat. “Caleb told me I should have just talked to you, but you need to realize, everything that happened three years ago was my fault. I was the one that kidnapped you. I was the one the raped you,” he shuddered, “and I was the reason Landon found you.”
“No, Jay, don’t think like that,” Jensen hurriedly tells the other man, pulling back from his neck to look at him.
“I thought I could get out of that business without anyone getting hurt,” he continues, not stopping at Jensen’s protests, “I was wrong. The one thing that became important to me was taken away.”
“Me?” Jensen questions with a bewildered look on his face. Shocked that Jared thought so much of him all those years ago.
“Yes, you,” Jared laughs, “No one else made me want to give up that business. No one else made me want to be a better person. I love you Jensen Ackles, and if you’re just now seeing that then I haven’t showed you nearly enough,” Jared smiled brightly as he leaned in closer, gently touching his lips to Jensen’s and feeling his eyes close.
Jensen melted into the kiss. His only thoughts being that Jared said he loved him. Those simple words that begin dissolving the weight that pulsed in his chest for three long years. He never knew words could do so much, but in that instant, his lips still pressed to Jared’s, he realized that Jared loving him was why he wouldn’t sleep with him. With one hand pressed to the taller man’s chest, Jensen drew himself away from Jared’s hungry mouth, “You’re afraid you’ll hurt me,” he gasped as soon as their lips were parted. Everything falling into place in his mind, like an unfinished puzzle he didn’t know he wanted completed. “That’s why you won’t fuck me.”
“You mean everything to me, Jen,” Jared informed the shorter man, as his fingers drew idle lines on Jensen’s face, “So, no, I won’t take a chance on hurting you again.”
“You hurt me every time you tell me no,” he confides, “You make me feel like a leper.”
“But I could hurt you so much more,” Jared replies, his eyes closing as memories begin flooding back. Memories of an unresponsive Jensen, shaking as Jared cleaned and redressed him, “I never want to see you shut down again. Nothing in my life has been that painful. Don’t ask me to risk reliving it.”
Jensen cups Jared’s face with one hand, leaning in and presses a chaste kiss to his lips, “Are you going to demand things of me that I wouldn’t do?” he asks as he withdrawals from Jared’s mouth, his palm warm on Jared’s cheek.
“No…” Jared quickly responds shaking his head.
“Are you going to treat me like a fuck toy? Tie me up, fuck me until I can’t move because of pain, piss on me, or beat me?” he continues over Jared’s answer.
“God, no, Jen,” Jared honestly tells him, laying his forehead against Jensen’s.
“Then I won’t freak out,” Jensen says around a smile, “I want you. I’ve been waiting for three years to be with you again, don’t make me wait longer,” he pleads with his whole heart, hoping Jared realizes just how truthful he’s being.
“I’m going to need time,” Jared whispers his breath moving over Jensen’s lips, “you can’t ask me to get over everything I’m feeling just because you don’t have any issues with it.”
“Just don’t take too long,” Jensen tells him. His voice soft as his hand moves from Jared’s cheek, to hold on to his hip once more.
“I…” Jared begins to tell him when the library door opens. Turning his head, he sees a grinning Caleb, “You have such excellent timing,” he tells the other man as he shifts around so he can stand, and let Jensen up.
“I figured you guys would at least want to tell me bye,” Caleb tells him, “and seeing as you two weren’t coming to find me, and I was getting ready to leave, I decided to come find you.”
Jensen stands and moves to his friend, wrapping his arms tightly around the slightly shorter man, “Just come back,” Jensen whispers into his ear.
“I will,” Caleb replies, “Take care of your self,” he tells Jensen, pulling out of the hug and looking at him with concern.
“I’ll be fine I have two armed agents to watch over me,” Jensen reminds the blonde man.
“and me,” Jared interjects as he walks closer to Caleb, crushing the other man in a tight hug.
“I’ll see you guys in a week, two at the most,” he says to keep from telling them to work through their problems like he really wants to.
“Alright,” Jared replies with a sad smile, “Come on, the agents are probably wondering where you are.”
Jensen stands at the window and watches the car taking Caleb drive slowly down the paved road. He's worried for his friend, and hopes he makes it to Jordan and Zach with no problems.
He jerks a little as arms wrap around his waist, “He’ll be fine,” Jared's voice reassures him. “Those two bears of agents will take care of him. Sanders had them checked out before he even allowed Caleb to come downstairs.”
“They think someone in the FBI might try to get to us?” Jensen questions, fear bubbling in his chest, at what Jared’s words seem to imply.
“They don’t know. They figure as powerful and wealthy as my boss was, he could possibly have an agent or two on his side.” Jared tells him, tightening his hold on Jensen as the other man’s body quakes. “I meant what I said,” Jared whispers, his mouth beside of Jensen’s ear, sending chills down his spine, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”