Fire In The Hole 6/6
FIRE IN THE HOLE 6/6
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,226
Beta: candygramme
Disclaimer: There is absolutely no truth to this and I am not earning a penny.
Warnings: violence, adult, language, political themes, homophobia
Summary: At seventeen and growing up in a white supremacist camp, Jared's life is going nowhere fast. He doesn't feel like he belongs, but sees no way out - until the arrival of a new member shakes things up in the paramilitary group. Jared doesn't know whether he should be intrigued or afraid of Jensen Ackles, but when he gets caught in the power play around him coming to a head, he's left with little choice in the matter.
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Part Six - Epilogue
“So Professor Olberman told us to mix our shades of color in different jars so we wouldn't always have to remix them while painting and mess up our color scheme... and I did. But while they looked perfect when wet, they changed shades when drying, and it was one huge splotchy mess. I though I was gonna fail this assignment,” Jared was waving his hands in front of his face as he walked, telling the story as much with the blue paint crusting his hands as he was with his rapid fire talking.
Sandy was practically jogging along to keep up with his long strides, but she was well practiced. She claimed to not need any exercise any more since befriending Jared.
“You? You never fail an art assignment!” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, yesterday afternoon I painted over the whole damn canvas with white and started from scratch. But this time I did it my way. I took my pallet and squeezed white, blue and black on it and started painting, dipping the brush into them and mixing them as I went, shading like I wanted and voilà! Perfect.”
“Seriously? That's so much more work.”
“That's what Olberman said too... but it wasn't. At least I knew the color was going to be right,” Jared said with a shrug looking down the street to make sure there was no car coming before crossing. They were already three blocks off campus and the cars were getting more frequent than the bikes and pedestrians.
“You're weird, Padalecki!”
She elbowed him, hitting his hip rather than higher because of their height difference. Jared laughed, mock limping for a few paces and turning onto Main Street. It was late afternoon, and they had decided to walk to the city library instead of taking the bus. The sun was out, and, after a morning of sitting in classrooms, Jared felt he could use some fresh air.
The street was seamed with large buildings. Banks bordered on office buildings and the first district's police station. Two blocks down city hall stood in red brick glory. From there it wouldn't be more than five minutes to the library.
“I really need to finish my paper on The Ozymandias Parade but every time I read the materials list I get hungry,“ he said with a mocking grin watching Sandy shiver head to toe. He had showed her that particular list and knew that the barrels of pig's fat in the piece were enough to make her get the creeps.
“You're disgusting!”
“And you are...” He forgot the words while trying to say them and stopped mid stride staring at a group of people walking out of the police station. For a second he was seventeen again.
“Jared?” he heard Sandy say, and she must have said it several times, even though he hadn't heard her because she’d spoken loud enough to make a head in the group turn and look at him, equally surprised.
Jensen was faster in his recovery though, and Jared saw him say a few words to the people he'd been walking with before waving goodbye with a stiff smile and walking over to Jared with a slightly shocked look on his face.
“Hi Jared.” The greeting was quiet and nonchalant, and Jared suddenly felt really stupid for having swallowed his own tongue from shock.
“H-Hi.”
“Hi!” Sandy piped up next to him, and damn him for almost forgetting she was there in the first place. “I'm Sandy. Jared's room-mate.”
“I'm Jensen.” He didn't specify who he was, and that was probably a good idea because it might take a few... hours to explain. But Sandy knew the name. After being friends with Jared for almost two years, she was one of the few people who knew everything there was to know about him.
“Oh... wow. You're-” She let out a low whistle, looking from Jensen to Jared and back, obviously picking up on the awkwardness running into each other here had brought on. “You're just as handsome as Jared described you. What are you doing in this city?”
His ears must have turned beet red and he shot Sandy a mean look.
“Work...” Jensen said with a shrug nodding towards the police station in his back. “Actually, I was reassigned to the field office in town a few months ago.”
Jared wanted to say something, to stop just standing there like a mute, but Sandy had one hand in her purse and the conversation completely under her control. “Well, if that isn't a great coincidence! You two should catch up.” She pulled a bill from her purse and slapped it into Jared's hand. “Jared will invite you for coffee... and I will go to the library now and leave you to it.”
With a quick wave to Jensen and a very obvious wink to Jared she turned and walked down the street in the direction they had been heading, a little bounce in her step.
“Wow, she is... something,” Jensen commented with a smug grin.
“Yeah,” Jared agreed feeling embarrassed and anxious at once.
“So, shall we?”
“Um... what?”
Jensen nodded at Jared's hand that was still clutching Sandy's money. “I'm off for today. We can't turn it down when a lady is paying, right?”
That shook Jared from his stupor. Jensen wanted for them to grab a coffee. The realization made Jared grin from ear to ear. After four years of carrying a torch for his first crush, he could actually invite him for coffee.
“Definitely not! There's a nice place down the street.”
“Great.”
They traded smiles and started walking towards a conversation for which Jared had long since given up hope that it would ever happen.
- -
By the time the coffee shop closed, Jared had enough caffeine inside to wake up the dead and was practically in double time talking with hands and feet flying like he was being attacked by killer bees... or at least that's what he feared it might look like. But he was too stoked to make himself calm down, even though he kept telling himself to do so. Jensen didn't seem to mind though. He was constantly torn between grinning, chuckling and laughing out loud at whatever story Jared was telling. Most of them weren't all that funny either, it was mainly Jared's acrobatics that sold the punch lines.
“You've changed a lot in the last years, Jared,” Jensen said with a grin as they left the shop at closing time.
Jared took a second to consider that and found himself smiling back. “Yes, I have.” Going back to school, graduating and then going to college to study what he was most excited about had given him a confidence boost. He was still shy with people he didn't know, but somehow being around Jensen wasn't one of those moments, once he got over his initial five minutes of mute shock. When he realized why that was, he was slightly surprised. “You haven't.”
Jensen shrugged. “Guess I'm stuck in an eternal rut.”
Jared shook his head. “That's not what I mean... how can it be that you are still the same person I knew four years ago when you weren't even yourself back then. I mean it was an act... a mission.”
Jensen stopped walking - and where were they going anyway? - to look at Jared with his hands buried in his jeans' pockets. “I didn't make up a new persona for it, Jared. I mean, it wasn't even an alias as it usually would be. It was me they recruited, my background, my life story. I just faked the political stuff... and you weren't there for the worst of it.”
Nodding Jared wondered about all the things that had gone down just between the sworn-in Brothers. It was probably best that he didn't know. Maybe he would see Jensen in a different light if he did.
“Well, good to know that my first crush wasn't on an imaginary person then.” The words came out before he could think, and he could feel himself blush as his eyes dropped to the ground.
Jensen took it in stride with a chuckle. “Are you flirting with me, Jared?”
“I- um...”
“Because I was kind of hoping that you were.”
Jared's eyes snapped up immediately to look at the man standing in front of him with a questioning gaze. “You were?”
Jensen rolled his eyes but he was still smiling. “Well, yeah. You weren't the only one with a crush back then.”
“Oh?” That was news to Jared but if it were true, that would open up completely new... possibilities.
“Yeah. But I had a list as long as my arm of reasons why I could not let it happen... back then.”
Of course Jared knew the reasons: protecting his undercover persona, keeping the integrity of the case... and the little fact that Jared had technically still been under age. Jensen had probably done the only right thing. Back then.
“What about now?” The question burned on his tongue while saying it, and he hoped that he wasn't misinterpreting things.
“Are you currently involved in any possible acts of domestic terrorism or illegal trafficking?” Jensen asked with a smirk.
“Um... no.”
“Well then.” He stepped towards Jared until their chests brushed. “I can't think of any reason to stop me from doing this.”
When Jensen leaned up there was no way that Jared would stay passive, so he moved into the offered kiss. It was a weird mix of déjà-vu and revelation making Jared's heart race. They didn't deepen the kiss, just pressed their lips together for a few seconds in a promise of intent, before Jensen pulled back looking a little flushed.
“If I invited you to come over to my place, would that be premature?”
“No, that would be perfect.”
- -
The buzzing of Jared's phone made him turn over in bed to hide his face in the pillow to ignore the disturbance. He took a deep breath and froze. This was not what his pillow smelled like. This pillow smelled like... Jensen. Jared's eyes shot open, and he was suddenly wide awake as he looked around a bedroom that wasn't his. A smile crept onto his face, and he sat up, grabbing the cell that was buzzing yet again.
He had four missed messages from Sandy:
'I'm not waiting up for you, so take your time.'
'Guess you ARE taking your time. ;D'
'Good morning empty apartment! I hope you had a great time... But considering how cute he was, I think you did.'
'I'm going out for breakfast because I take it that you are having yours elsewhere.'
Jared rolled his eyes and quickly typed an answer: 'I'll call you later. Thanks.'
She would know what exactly he was thanking her for. He made a detour to the bathroom, wondering if Jensen was already off to work but was proven wrong when he almost ran into the other man as he opened the bathroom door again to go outside.
“Good morning,” Jensen greeted him with a grin that was contagious.
“Yeah, it is.”
He was answered by a chuckle and a quick kiss, Jensen's hand resting on his hip.
“I need to go to work in half an hour, so do you want to share the shower?”
One of Jared's eyebrows rose at the proposal and he threw a look at the shower to see if it was actually realistic to fit both of them in there. Thankfully there was a roomy tub underneath the shower head that seemed quite inviting just about then.
“Sure.”
It didn't take long before they were standing under the warm spray kissing and touching for a few minutes. When Jensen broke their kiss, Jared wanted to protest, but then the man's hands slid further down his body and he opened his eyes to see his lover kneeling in front of him.
The first lick made him moan, and he had to lean his wet head against the tiled wall behind him. His fingertips ghosted over Jensen's face, telling him that Jensen hadn't shaved yet before he let them run into the wet strands of Jensen's hair.
He didn't try to take control of the act, just let Jensen run at his own speed and himself enjoy the ride. There wasn't a set rhythm to the licks, sucks and touches, but they made his breathing speed up, and his thighs tremble until his toes curled up against the tub, and he placed his hands against the wet tiles to keep his balance as he came.
Panting, Jared's eyes slid open, and he looked down at Jensen who was kissing the inside of his thigh, green eyes looking up at Jared mischievously.
If four years ago, when he first laid eyes on Jensen, someone had suggested that he would find himself here one day. Jared wouldn't have believed it.
THE END
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,226
Beta: candygramme
Disclaimer: There is absolutely no truth to this and I am not earning a penny.
Warnings: violence, adult, language, political themes, homophobia
Summary: At seventeen and growing up in a white supremacist camp, Jared's life is going nowhere fast. He doesn't feel like he belongs, but sees no way out - until the arrival of a new member shakes things up in the paramilitary group. Jared doesn't know whether he should be intrigued or afraid of Jensen Ackles, but when he gets caught in the power play around him coming to a head, he's left with little choice in the matter.
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<< PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Part Six - Epilogue
“So Professor Olberman told us to mix our shades of color in different jars so we wouldn't always have to remix them while painting and mess up our color scheme... and I did. But while they looked perfect when wet, they changed shades when drying, and it was one huge splotchy mess. I though I was gonna fail this assignment,” Jared was waving his hands in front of his face as he walked, telling the story as much with the blue paint crusting his hands as he was with his rapid fire talking.
Sandy was practically jogging along to keep up with his long strides, but she was well practiced. She claimed to not need any exercise any more since befriending Jared.
“You? You never fail an art assignment!” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, yesterday afternoon I painted over the whole damn canvas with white and started from scratch. But this time I did it my way. I took my pallet and squeezed white, blue and black on it and started painting, dipping the brush into them and mixing them as I went, shading like I wanted and voilà! Perfect.”
“Seriously? That's so much more work.”
“That's what Olberman said too... but it wasn't. At least I knew the color was going to be right,” Jared said with a shrug looking down the street to make sure there was no car coming before crossing. They were already three blocks off campus and the cars were getting more frequent than the bikes and pedestrians.
“You're weird, Padalecki!”
She elbowed him, hitting his hip rather than higher because of their height difference. Jared laughed, mock limping for a few paces and turning onto Main Street. It was late afternoon, and they had decided to walk to the city library instead of taking the bus. The sun was out, and, after a morning of sitting in classrooms, Jared felt he could use some fresh air.
The street was seamed with large buildings. Banks bordered on office buildings and the first district's police station. Two blocks down city hall stood in red brick glory. From there it wouldn't be more than five minutes to the library.
“I really need to finish my paper on The Ozymandias Parade but every time I read the materials list I get hungry,“ he said with a mocking grin watching Sandy shiver head to toe. He had showed her that particular list and knew that the barrels of pig's fat in the piece were enough to make her get the creeps.
“You're disgusting!”
“And you are...” He forgot the words while trying to say them and stopped mid stride staring at a group of people walking out of the police station. For a second he was seventeen again.
“Jared?” he heard Sandy say, and she must have said it several times, even though he hadn't heard her because she’d spoken loud enough to make a head in the group turn and look at him, equally surprised.
Jensen was faster in his recovery though, and Jared saw him say a few words to the people he'd been walking with before waving goodbye with a stiff smile and walking over to Jared with a slightly shocked look on his face.
“Hi Jared.” The greeting was quiet and nonchalant, and Jared suddenly felt really stupid for having swallowed his own tongue from shock.
“H-Hi.”
“Hi!” Sandy piped up next to him, and damn him for almost forgetting she was there in the first place. “I'm Sandy. Jared's room-mate.”
“I'm Jensen.” He didn't specify who he was, and that was probably a good idea because it might take a few... hours to explain. But Sandy knew the name. After being friends with Jared for almost two years, she was one of the few people who knew everything there was to know about him.
“Oh... wow. You're-” She let out a low whistle, looking from Jensen to Jared and back, obviously picking up on the awkwardness running into each other here had brought on. “You're just as handsome as Jared described you. What are you doing in this city?”
His ears must have turned beet red and he shot Sandy a mean look.
“Work...” Jensen said with a shrug nodding towards the police station in his back. “Actually, I was reassigned to the field office in town a few months ago.”
Jared wanted to say something, to stop just standing there like a mute, but Sandy had one hand in her purse and the conversation completely under her control. “Well, if that isn't a great coincidence! You two should catch up.” She pulled a bill from her purse and slapped it into Jared's hand. “Jared will invite you for coffee... and I will go to the library now and leave you to it.”
With a quick wave to Jensen and a very obvious wink to Jared she turned and walked down the street in the direction they had been heading, a little bounce in her step.
“Wow, she is... something,” Jensen commented with a smug grin.
“Yeah,” Jared agreed feeling embarrassed and anxious at once.
“So, shall we?”
“Um... what?”
Jensen nodded at Jared's hand that was still clutching Sandy's money. “I'm off for today. We can't turn it down when a lady is paying, right?”
That shook Jared from his stupor. Jensen wanted for them to grab a coffee. The realization made Jared grin from ear to ear. After four years of carrying a torch for his first crush, he could actually invite him for coffee.
“Definitely not! There's a nice place down the street.”
“Great.”
They traded smiles and started walking towards a conversation for which Jared had long since given up hope that it would ever happen.
- -
By the time the coffee shop closed, Jared had enough caffeine inside to wake up the dead and was practically in double time talking with hands and feet flying like he was being attacked by killer bees... or at least that's what he feared it might look like. But he was too stoked to make himself calm down, even though he kept telling himself to do so. Jensen didn't seem to mind though. He was constantly torn between grinning, chuckling and laughing out loud at whatever story Jared was telling. Most of them weren't all that funny either, it was mainly Jared's acrobatics that sold the punch lines.
“You've changed a lot in the last years, Jared,” Jensen said with a grin as they left the shop at closing time.
Jared took a second to consider that and found himself smiling back. “Yes, I have.” Going back to school, graduating and then going to college to study what he was most excited about had given him a confidence boost. He was still shy with people he didn't know, but somehow being around Jensen wasn't one of those moments, once he got over his initial five minutes of mute shock. When he realized why that was, he was slightly surprised. “You haven't.”
Jensen shrugged. “Guess I'm stuck in an eternal rut.”
Jared shook his head. “That's not what I mean... how can it be that you are still the same person I knew four years ago when you weren't even yourself back then. I mean it was an act... a mission.”
Jensen stopped walking - and where were they going anyway? - to look at Jared with his hands buried in his jeans' pockets. “I didn't make up a new persona for it, Jared. I mean, it wasn't even an alias as it usually would be. It was me they recruited, my background, my life story. I just faked the political stuff... and you weren't there for the worst of it.”
Nodding Jared wondered about all the things that had gone down just between the sworn-in Brothers. It was probably best that he didn't know. Maybe he would see Jensen in a different light if he did.
“Well, good to know that my first crush wasn't on an imaginary person then.” The words came out before he could think, and he could feel himself blush as his eyes dropped to the ground.
Jensen took it in stride with a chuckle. “Are you flirting with me, Jared?”
“I- um...”
“Because I was kind of hoping that you were.”
Jared's eyes snapped up immediately to look at the man standing in front of him with a questioning gaze. “You were?”
Jensen rolled his eyes but he was still smiling. “Well, yeah. You weren't the only one with a crush back then.”
“Oh?” That was news to Jared but if it were true, that would open up completely new... possibilities.
“Yeah. But I had a list as long as my arm of reasons why I could not let it happen... back then.”
Of course Jared knew the reasons: protecting his undercover persona, keeping the integrity of the case... and the little fact that Jared had technically still been under age. Jensen had probably done the only right thing. Back then.
“What about now?” The question burned on his tongue while saying it, and he hoped that he wasn't misinterpreting things.
“Are you currently involved in any possible acts of domestic terrorism or illegal trafficking?” Jensen asked with a smirk.
“Um... no.”
“Well then.” He stepped towards Jared until their chests brushed. “I can't think of any reason to stop me from doing this.”
When Jensen leaned up there was no way that Jared would stay passive, so he moved into the offered kiss. It was a weird mix of déjà-vu and revelation making Jared's heart race. They didn't deepen the kiss, just pressed their lips together for a few seconds in a promise of intent, before Jensen pulled back looking a little flushed.
“If I invited you to come over to my place, would that be premature?”
“No, that would be perfect.”
- -
The buzzing of Jared's phone made him turn over in bed to hide his face in the pillow to ignore the disturbance. He took a deep breath and froze. This was not what his pillow smelled like. This pillow smelled like... Jensen. Jared's eyes shot open, and he was suddenly wide awake as he looked around a bedroom that wasn't his. A smile crept onto his face, and he sat up, grabbing the cell that was buzzing yet again.
He had four missed messages from Sandy:
'I'm not waiting up for you, so take your time.'
'Guess you ARE taking your time. ;D'
'Good morning empty apartment! I hope you had a great time... But considering how cute he was, I think you did.'
'I'm going out for breakfast because I take it that you are having yours elsewhere.'
Jared rolled his eyes and quickly typed an answer: 'I'll call you later. Thanks.'
She would know what exactly he was thanking her for. He made a detour to the bathroom, wondering if Jensen was already off to work but was proven wrong when he almost ran into the other man as he opened the bathroom door again to go outside.
“Good morning,” Jensen greeted him with a grin that was contagious.
“Yeah, it is.”
He was answered by a chuckle and a quick kiss, Jensen's hand resting on his hip.
“I need to go to work in half an hour, so do you want to share the shower?”
One of Jared's eyebrows rose at the proposal and he threw a look at the shower to see if it was actually realistic to fit both of them in there. Thankfully there was a roomy tub underneath the shower head that seemed quite inviting just about then.
“Sure.”
It didn't take long before they were standing under the warm spray kissing and touching for a few minutes. When Jensen broke their kiss, Jared wanted to protest, but then the man's hands slid further down his body and he opened his eyes to see his lover kneeling in front of him.
The first lick made him moan, and he had to lean his wet head against the tiled wall behind him. His fingertips ghosted over Jensen's face, telling him that Jensen hadn't shaved yet before he let them run into the wet strands of Jensen's hair.
He didn't try to take control of the act, just let Jensen run at his own speed and himself enjoy the ride. There wasn't a set rhythm to the licks, sucks and touches, but they made his breathing speed up, and his thighs tremble until his toes curled up against the tub, and he placed his hands against the wet tiles to keep his balance as he came.
Panting, Jared's eyes slid open, and he looked down at Jensen who was kissing the inside of his thigh, green eyes looking up at Jared mischievously.
If four years ago, when he first laid eyes on Jensen, someone had suggested that he would find himself here one day. Jared wouldn't have believed it.
THE END
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