(Fic Spn-J2-Xmas) The Idealist Lover (J2) (3/3)
[Part Three]
The Illegal Love
“I don’t like this plan,” Jared snarled, sighing afterwards, because Jensen just kept on walking, without even bothering to turn his head toward Jared. “This plan is bullshit, Jensen,” he said again, reminding the kid of his lack of common sense.
“It’s the best plan I have,” Jensen replied, barely glancing back when he stopped to wait for the traffic light to change.
He didn’t even know how he made it to tell Jensen the entire true about his business, but imagining it didn’t represent any treat to his safety, he just decided to open himself to the kid.
“No, it's not.”
“Well, then it's the only plan you have that doesn’t included actually killing people,” His commentary attracted the attention of several pederasts, who watched Jared with a suspicious look.
“Do you mind shutting your big slutty mouth?” Jared’s reply was harsh, and Jensen didn’t have the time to return the sarcasm because the light changed to red.
“Why didn’t you say that the other night?” he growled, walking faster, feet hitting the pavement harder with every step. “Oh, right, because you were too busy praising my slutty mouth between your legs, you frigging asshole.” That attracted even more looks, but Jensen didn’t care, he was far too angry with Padalecki.
Jared didn’t trust him, funny thing, wasn’t it? Considering it was his entire fault about what happened back in Texas, his weakness for the meat, for Jensen’s meat. But Jensen was all grown up now, he could take care of himself, and if helping Jared with his insane job was a way to stay close to the older man, then he’ll do it.
Even if all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of Jared.
They were walking to the morgue where Jared needed to recover for his job, the part of a serial killer’s victim, the goddamn skull, and even if at first it sounded ridiculous--and easy--Jared was having trouble finding something that was worth his time, and today, today he had a possible lead after a week of being in Connecticut.
Christian Kane was a mortician, he was still in practice, but since he was Jensen’s cousin, and he knew everything about him, he had accepted the weird request his best friend and cousin Jensen had asked two days ago.
There was a new serial killer in town, and even if the Man-handler wasn’t as active as Jared had thought in the beginning, he had struck again in the far east of New Haven. The victim was a woman this time, breaking the pattern that Jared thought wasn’t breakable.
“So, this friend of yours…?”
“Chris,” Jensen snapped, now three steps behind Jared.
“Ok, this Chris guy, is he trustworthy? I don’t want to kill him if he speaks,” Jared wasn’t talking seriously, so he turned briefly to spare a look a Jensen, trying to find the terror in his eyes. Opposite to what he had thought, Jensen’s expression was blank, even bored.
“You won’t, big guy, you’re too sweet for that,” he said, smiling at Jared’s expression.
“I’m not sweet, and stop objectifying me,” he finally let out a breath. “Look, I love my work, and this is my last job, so I don’t want some kid screwing things up, okay?”
“Wasn’t my fault you got horny at my little sister’s play,” Jared rolled his eyes.
“You just won’t stop, won’t you?”
“You left, Jared! You left!” Jensen stopped walking, they were close to the morgue (or police station), and just a few steps from a police car. There weren’t many pedestrians on the street, so at least Jensen's outburst remained amongst themselves.. “You left me there, standing up to my friends unsure looks, and my parent’s annoyed expression. It wasn’t fair Jared, because you left, and you didn’t answer my voicemails, or my texts, and I was alone--” Jared stopped him from talking by kissing the pain away, clutching the kid between his arms.
‘The kid’, ‘kid’, Jensen wasn’t a kid anymore. He was twenty now, and he was still so small in Jared’s arms, and they fit together so well despite their size difference. Jensen's body still had the same warmth from before, the same familiarity that made Jared fall even deeper for Jensen.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, trying to preserve his calming tone, but it was impossible with Jensen sobbing in his arms. He hugged Jensen firmly until he stopped, cleaning his face with Jared’s shirt.
“This is stupid,” Jared heard him mutter, kid looked even more handsome with his long wet lashes. His eyes were greener with the unshed tears still shining in them.
“No, you’re right, but… I’m not like this, Jensen. I don’t care about all the people I met…”
“No, you don’t,” Jensen interrupted. “I know how it must have looked, when I was younger you just wanted some fun. I was the one who got too involved. It’s my own problem…”
That was exactly what Jared wanted to say all this time, but even if Jensen was aware of the real circumstances, it didn’t make the awkwardness Jared felt go away. He wanted to make sure, before leaving again, to not leave Jensen alone this time, but what good would that do when he was marching straight into a new life?
The thought had crossed his mind ever since he and Jensen met again, him running away with the kid, but just no, that so was not him. He didn’t take stray kids away from their homes and into an adventure that even he wasn’t prepared to take.
“Just… let’s go with Chris…” Jensen whispered, pulling Jared out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, okay…”
Christian Kane was a really cool guy. He didn’t ask questions, and he didn’t bother Jared while he was examining the corpse. For being used to watching dead people while hanging with Chris, Jensen remained in the lobby of the morgue, ignoring whatever Jared might be doing inside.
He had the doubt of what might happen next, if Jared found what he was really looking for. It could be said that he was scared, really scared of being left behind again.
“Don’t think too hard, you'll hurt your brain,” Jared’s mocking voice surprised him. The tall man was standing in front of him under the doorframe. He didn’t notice when Jared came out of the room, but taking a quick look at Jared, he did notice the bag in his hand.
“Found it?” he asked, taking two steps back from Jared. Suddenly, it was too difficult to breathe this close to the man that was about to break his heart, again.
“Yeah, it was exactly what I was looking for. So, what do you have in mind?” There was a soft smile on his face when he turned to the exit. “Where are we going now?”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“Where are ‘we’ going now? I thought you have to deliver that,” he pointed at the bag, trying to not think about what was inside.
“I do, so?” Jared’s eyebrow rose up, in perfect disbelief.
“So, you had better things to do than hanging out with me,” Jensen shrugged, moving with Jared to the exit.
“I do have better things to do than hanging out with you,” Jared answered shameless. “I can be fucking you instead of just hanging out, right?”
“You’re gross,” Jensen scowled, opening the door and finally breathing fresh air free of disinfectant and other cleaning liquids that seemed to pour out from the morgue walls. “So, when are you leaving?”
“Not sure, I have the head now, I can spend a day or two in town, only if you want me to.” It was a peace offering, and Jensen noticed that when Jared’s eyes shy away from his.
“Well, I can make an exception,” he said, finally letting his breath out.
“Then, see you later?”
“Yeah, probably.”
It wasn’t until really late that night, while Jensen was sitting in front of his laptop live on camera, penetrating himself with four fingers, when a new user leaves a really awkward message. He wants to laugh in shame when he realized that the user wasn't joking.
He groaned and closed his eyes, thanking the day he decided not to film his face because he was too expressive. He didn’t want to be that open to his viewers, though, some of them keep bitching throughout the show.
It was Jared, the user under the nickname of “padacock”. He didn’t know how he hadn’t realized it before, but now with the “I’m calling you in twenty, you better finish before then” he was more than sure that Jared wanted a date, that, or some pervert had been following him again.
He bathed quickly, and put some clean clothes on, and exactly twenty minutes later--he was watching the clock--his cell phone rang.
“Done?”
“I think you can answer that one yourself,” he responded, conscious that he was still blushing. “Where are you?”
“On your doorstep. I thought about knocking, but didn’t know if you were still in the shower,” the lie made Jensen laugh. He knew Jensen wasn’t in the shower because of the huge fuss he made over what to wear. For a moment, Jensen asked himself if Jared had seen that part of him when they were lovers before.
“Liar, I’m on my way,” he hung up and looked at himself in the mirror, asking himself why he wanted so badly to put off the heart breaking part he knew Jared was about to do.
Jared was at the door, all dressed in leather. It made his nose crinkle.
“Who, in the world, are you?”
“Jared Padalecki and I’m supposed to be some kind of pedophile,” Jensen rolled his eyes, wanting to kick Jared in the ass.
“You are an asshole, that’s what you are.”
(A year later)
“What's the name of this island again?” Jensen had a big smile in his face, when he looked at the clear ocean water under the boat, or the five million dollars he didn’t want to talk about it, and an inside pool he didn’t want to talk about either.
“I can’t remember,” Padalecki was sitting behind the wheel, smoking something Jensen didn’t like, but let the older man be. The full moon was coming, and Jared had two phases; bitch and stray puppy. In his first phase, he was angry all the time and hard to deal with. After that, he was just like a puppy, looking for Jensen's hands to pet certain parts of his body that made both of them horny.
“Oh, I’ll just check the map, so, how long it is until we're there?”
Things had changed pretty quickly after the first date. Jared stole Jensen from his home, made him pack everything in his possession and took him with him to retrieve his last client's request. They traveled back to the TDC building, and they had a funny encounter in which Chad confessed to have jacked off to every video Jensen had posted on his website. Jared was astounded.
Morgan wasn’t there, so Jared didn’t get any good-bye speech. They went straight to his house to look for his own precious treasures and headed out to the closest airport. Jensen got on the plane with the illusion of keeping Jared forever. Then he accused himself of acting like a chick while Jared checked his email.
“Didn’t know killers got email,” he said, completely amused with Jared’s killer look at that time, but then he understood that the man had really left that life behind. Even now, a year later, he hadn’t stopped answering Chad’s emails or sending pictures of him and Jensen in a foreign country.
They had visited the Grand Canyon, sailed the entire Mississippi River, and visited half of the most famous European sites. Then Jared came down one morning, still yawning in the kitchen, kissed Jensen's pouty lips, and announced he bought an island lost in the hands of God.
Said island was where they were headed now, somewhere in the Caribbean, where the sun wasn’t gentle to Jensen’s skin, but that made Jared even more irresistible in their endless nights. His tanned skin was a marvelous thing, perfect for Jensen, who loved the contrast that their bodies made every time they were naked.
“What if there are dinosaurs on the island?” Jensen asked, walking towards Jared, sorting out the food tablet and the wine glasses on the floor, all from their mini party last night. He sat on Jared’s legs, letting his head fall against Jared’s chest.
“There are no dinosaurs, dork. People lived there, and there's a small community a few minutes away from where we'll be living.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I saw the island a few years ago, did a job there for a client,” he shrugged under Jensen’s suspicious eyes.
“You did a job, on an island?” he asked, rising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, so?”
“Sooo, knowing you, you had sex with the woman who made the job between her legs, it was easy? To fuck her?” he asked, not even caring about the jealousy in his voice.
“Him, and yes it was. He was a sweet boy,” Jared laughed when Jensen jumped off his legs. “Where are you going? Jensen?”
Jensen didn’t even bother to look back while going down the stairs at Jared’s side, leading to the small kitchen and the bedroom. Jared cut the engine off the boat, and went after Jensen. When he finally found Jensen, he was sitting on the bed watching TV.
“Are you mad?” he asked, testing Jensen mood.
“No, I’m not,” he answered, but he looked troubled, probably angry with himself. “I just realized you never really asked me out, or to be your boyfriend.”
Padalecki smiled, he walked the little space that separated them and sat at Jensen’s side. “What’s wrong?”
When he met Jensen all that time ago, the teenager was a little complicated to understand. But he had to admit that it was him who was the troubled one, the confused one. Now, the roles had changed; Jensen was still growing up at age twenty-one, and he didn’t even begin to understand how werewolves worked.
How Jared worked.
“Wolves mate for life.”
Green eyes looked straight into hazel eyes, first curious, then shocked as the words dawned on him.
“Got it now?” he asked, leaning over Jensen, forcing his still smaller body to lie down in the covers. “I mate for life, just once…”
“What if I die?” Jensen question made Jared huff, frowning and stopping the kiss he was laying on Jensen’s neck.
“You won’t.”
“But if I do?” finally, Jensen made Jared get off of his body. The man fell to his side and covered his face with his hands. Jared was silent. “Jared... Jay? I’m sorry…”
“No, it’s okay, according to our rules, we mourn the death of our beloved one for years, and then we are able to search for another mate. But it really doesn’t work like that Jensen. We're very protective of our partners, we just won’t let anything like that happen, I,” he said, making Jensen shudder with the confidence in his husky voice, “won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You’re so romantic,” Jared smacked his head playfully in return, causing Jensen to fall back in the bed and fake cry in despair. “I hate you,” he groaned when Jared took his place back, on top of Jensen, “and God you’re heavy.”
“You’re getting heavier too, you know?”
“Is that your way of telling me you love me? Because if it is, then you'd better be prepared to sleep outside on the deck.”
“Mmm, I won’t.”