Fic: Rich Daddies

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Title: Rich Daddies
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: PG
Summary: Jensen Ackles once substituted his father as a pilot flying the Padaleckis' private jet to Bangkok, Thailand. There he met the family's heir, Jared, who then insisted Jensen coming along with him. However, not everyone is happy about that.
Notes: Written for tx_devilorangel's art for j2_reversebang.





The plane was ready. The crew were ready. The passengers were ready, and Jensen assumed the food was ready, too. Yet he, he wasn't ready.

He wasn't new at all. He was licensed and he'd flown commercial planes for hundred hours. Yet this was the first time he'd fly his family's jet, Ackles Aviation, for one of the Padaleckis. It was his father who had been their pilot, but Papa Ackles passed away about two months ago and with only Jensen in the family that flew airplanes, he knew it their most prominent clients became his responsibility. His older brother, Josh, was a lawyer and he was the one taking care of the company, while his little sister, Mac, chose to be an actress. Still, it didn't mean that she got nothing from the family business. The biggest part of the company's share of course went to their mother, but the rest, with it being one of the most sought after private jets in the state, was more than enough to make the Ackles kids super duper rich.

"That makes me wonder sometimes."

Jensen just stepped out of the cockpit after yet another smooth take off to check on his passengers when one of them gave that comment. Jensen knew it was Jared, his main guest, the heir of the Padalecki family. Jensen stopped right in front of him.

"What makes you wonder?"

Jared didn't have to crank his head too far to look up at Jensen from his seat. That was how tall he was. But hey, I'm not short, either, Jensen protested to himself.

"I wonder why you have to fly the plane yourself. Don't you have staff? I asked the same question to your dad."

Jensen was intrigued with what his father might have said to Jared, but he knew his own reason. He loved flying, and he was almost certain that was also his father's answer. Although they had become this big, they still loved to operate the plane themselves. Jensen couldn't imagine seeing his dad or himself behind the desk all day and week. They would go insane.

Yet Jensen wasn't going to tell all that to Jared. He didn't feel like it. They weren't even close despite the fact that-hey, he had his own question to Jared.

"How about you? Why don't you buy your own planes? It's not like you don't have money."

Jared chuckled. "So you're asking instead of answering, huh?"

"Uh-uh."

"Well, isn't that obvious? I'm helping the line of business the likes of you have."

Jensen almost choked. The likes of them? If only his father heard Jared's words... He must rather be as far away as possible from this arrogant, snobbish prick.

"I, uhh, I have no more words for you." He turned away but Jared grabbed his arm.

"Hey, hey. Where are you going? I'm just joking. You're this tense type, hm?"

Jensen inhaled and stayed on his spot. He had to. Jared's grip was dead on his upper arm.

"What do you want now?"

"You're not busy, are you?"

"Mr. Padalecki, I'm flying this plane. That's as busy as I can be."

"Call me Jared. And can't you spare even five minutes to sit and drink with me?"

"I can't drink while flying."

Jared released Jensen's arm and facepalmed. "Of course. How can I be so stupid?" Then he patted the empty chair beside him."At least sit down with me. Jensen."

Jensen tensed a bit. Jared did say to call him with his first name, but Jensen never said it for himself. He pondered for a second and decided sitting for awhile wouldn't hurt.

"All right," he said, throwing himself to a luxurious, firm cabin chair. He turned to Jared. "Now what do you want to talk about?"

Jared's face turned serious. "I have a proposal to make."

***

This wasn't the first time he met Jensen Ackles, but so far it had always been fleeting chances or he'd seen him from afar in functions where both the Padaleckis and the Ackles were invited. Jared knew and heard the myth about Jensen's handsomeness but only just now he witnessed the painful fact: it was all not true. Jensen wasn't handsome. He was pretty. And right now Jared felt a physical pain in his chest how he wanted this man so much.

Before Jared left this morning, Papa Padalecki had reminded again the urgency of finding a life partner for Jared. Yet he didn't specify whether the said partner should be male or female. Parents liked to impose their preference on their kids, didn't they? Now in this case Jared wasn't sure which kind his parents were. Jared was only sure at the moment of speaking what his preference was-with this kind of creature right before his nose.

"W-what proposal is that?"

“Huh?” Jared frowned.

“Just now you said you had a proposal to make.”

Ah right. It had never happened before, him zoning out like this. Jared blamed Jensen for this.

“Right. You know, as you can see I’m traveling alone.” Jared watched Jensen arch an eyebrow and chuckled. “No, I mean of course I’m not alone alone, but they are my staff. We'll be together when we work but they’re not my friends who I can talk and spend my spare time together during my stay in Thailand.”

Jensen started with an “Ah,” but then he went silent.

“I mean,” Jared continued. “How about if you perhaps accompany me there?”

“What, me?” His eyes went round, which Jared found quite endearing. “But-you barely know me. Why do you want to spend time with me?”

You have no idea, Jared thought, but he only said, “Can you imagine me spending time on the beach with one or two of my staff? What are we going to talk about, work?”

“And with me, what are we going to talk about?”

Ooh, Jared could already begin to list the things he wanted to ask Jensen. And if they ran out a topic at all, Jared knew just what he wanted to do.

“Well, in Bangkok of course I’ll still be taking care of the business so you can be free on your own. By the way, your accommodation and all-they are taken care of, right?”

Jensen nodded. His staff was always reliable concerning that stuff or his brother wouldn’t use them anymore.

“So,” Jared went on. “It’ll only be in Phuket when I expect your company.”

“Okay.”

They had talked about their complete itinerary beforehand. Jared made sure they stopped by in Phuket because, after an entire day journey, would you just spend your time doing business? Certainly not, in Jared’s book. Their company was such a success as it was built on business and pleasure.

“In Phuket, I want us to stay in the same hotel.”

Jensen’s head jerked up. “Actually, my staff has reserved me somewhere else.”

“Cancel it. Tell my staff the cancellation fee. You'll love the resort where I’m booked. It has its own beach.”

Jensen looked doubtful. Jared hoped it wasn’t because he was appalled by the idea of staying with Jared for quite an extended time. Jared thought he should feel offended by the possibility of Jensen being appalled, but he only felt sad.

“Come on. You said it was okay to spend time with me. It'll just be easier if we stay in the same place. Besides, the place is so big. I’ve seen it. It will feel lonely to wander around by myself.”

Jensen chuckled, still looking uneasy. “Yes, yes of course. It’ll be great. I’ll stay with you. Don’t worry.”

Jared checked Jensen's eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't want to."

"What, staying at one of the best resorts in the world where you get to be served by private maids and chefs and you have your own infinity pool? What not to like about it?"

Now Jared was the one who felt uneasy. "I never thought you were so materialistic before. You didn't even consider being with me as one of the deciding factors?"

"Oh God." Jensen leapt to his feet and headed back to the cockpit. "Whatever you want, Jared." He opened the door to the cockpit and disappeared behind it.

Jared could only stare.

***

He watched as the interaction went on. Watched, not listened. His position wasn't close enough to overhear what Jared and Jensen were talking about. But from what he saw, it wasn't a mere chat about weather or even business. Once Jensen even looked flushed by what Jared was saying, and the obvious argument between them looked … intimate. Whatever was going on between those two rich daddies? He was dying to know. He was dying to stop it. He'd find out from Jensen later. Right. Though he knew Jared more, of course, he wouldn't dream confronting him directly.

Later, he promised himself. He'd talk to Jensen and destroy both of them.

***

It would take about 18 hours to fly from Austin to Bangkok. Usually no matter how long a trip was, Jensen never slept a wink, especially when he flew a private jet where he took a rich and important client. Yet, his tiff earlier with Jared had left him rather exhausted and he felt like throwing himself into bed and sleeping until the next day.

"Everything all right?" Welling, his co-pilot, asked.

Jensen stared at the man he'd thought would be his successor someday when he was no longer flying. Welling was a good, reliable pilot, and easily a head taller than him, or more. Jensen just hated his intuitiveness sometimes. Welling could always read him like an open book.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

Welling narrowed his eyes and shrugged. "If you say so," and turned back facing the control panel again.

Jensen pursed his lips, deciding to ignore his staff, and went to his chair. But then he sighed loudly and stretched up his arms. "I feel so tired," he said to no one-since he wasn't sure Welling was still being nosy. Jensen nearly jumped when Welling patted his thigh.

"I'm right, aren't I? There's something wrong with you."

"None of your business, man." Jensen leaned back and folded his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.

"It is if you're screwing up your job this time."

"I won't."

"You're already starting it. Since when do you even doze off during a flight?"

"There's always a first time. I'm tired, okay? Can I count on you for an hour or two?"

Welling stared at him. "You know you can. All right. Go ahead. Take a rest for a while. I'll wake you in a moment or when I need you."

"Nothing bad will happen, trust me."

Welling shrugged. "Sure."

On the way to the back of the plane, Jensen was stopped by none other than Jared. He guessed his chance of getting a little sleep had gone into thin air.

"Hey, Jensen."

"Padalecki, what is it?" Weariness threatened to overcome him.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"What?"

"When you said you just liked all those luxuries."

"I never said that."

"You certainly did. You said it didn't matter whether you were with me or not as long as you could enjoy the place."

Jensen sighed. "Look, I was just kidding, all right." I just said that to get you off my back, he said inwardly but of course he didn't dare say it out loud. "I'm not supposed to spend too much time here, you know. I'm working and you're my client and we're to-"

All of a sudden he couldn't say anything anymore. His view was blocked by the giant that was Jared Padalecki when the man pressed his lips upon his. Jensen's breath was caught and for a couple of seconds he thought he was floating in the air. His mind chanted, Jared, Jared, Jared as Jared kissed his mouth, pushed his tongue inside, and tasted all over him, tongue, teeth, and Jensen pushed the tongue back with his own, wanting to taste Jared himself. The man was as sweet as the smell of his cologne and Jensen wondered why all he'd wanted to do was antagonizing Jared before this while now he really, really didn't want to end this terribly intimate contact. Jensen grabbed Jared's hair and pressed themselves together even closer if that was possible. Jared let out a grunting sound and that was making Jensen crazy.

"Uh." Jared left a wet peck on Jensen's lips before he withdrew. He was breathless and clearly looking for oxygen. "Sorry."

Jensen suddenly felt sheepish. He licked his own lips and ducked his head. "I'm sorry. I acted...so cheap."

"What? No." Jared snorted. "You made me-honored. You actually … like me."

Jensen looked up, and grinned. "You're such a jerk. Too bad you're cute."

Jared threw his head back, laughing soundlessly. Jensen had to still his heart. Jared's hair. He was so fucked. But Jensen was thrown by what Jared said next.

"Bitch."

"Oh that's how it goes now, huh? You're a jerk and I'm a bitch?"

"It suits you." Jared rubbed down Jensen's arms while his voice went low, sending shivers down to Jensen's spine. "So, you're going to stay with me?"

Jensen's answer was to kiss him quiet. With his head in the clouds, he went to the pantry, too distracted to notice a shadow lurking behind the wall.

***

He came. He saw. And he decided. He liked Jared. He had to have the man.

And get rid of this roadblock here.

He gazed down at the figure in his pilot costume sprawling on the floor and then at the small pan in his hand. He wasn't worried. Captain Ackles wasn't dead. He was just unconscious. He was right where he wanted him.

***

Jensen slowly opened his eyes and immediately closed it again as bright light attacked them. He shifted in the chair he was apparently sat on and found that he could barely move. Jensen tried to open his eyes again and this time the bright light had gone. Instead, a man he thought he knew the name slipped into his line of sight. There was a flashlight in his hand.

"You're awake," said the man.

"And you, I don't know who you are," replied Jensen.

"It matters not you know me or not."

"Wait, I think I do. You're the one Jared often spent time with, Johnson … Eric? What are you, one of his engineers or something?"

To Jensen's surprise, the man beamed.

"Yes, exactly. I'm Eric Johnson. How do you know my full name? Does Jared often talk about me?"

"Huh? No. I just heard others calling you once in awhile," said Jensen distractedly as he only just realized that his hands were tied up behind his back and the seatbelt was tightened across his hips. That revelation sent him reeling. He glared at Eric. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What do you want from me?"

Eric pushed his face so close Jensen felt extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't move anywhere, though. "I saw you, Captain Ackles. I saw you with Jay all. The. Time."

"Jay… Ja-Jared, you mean?" Jensen swallowed. Was this man spying on them? That was creepy. "Nothing happened between Jared and me."

"Don't lie to me!" Eric's voice thundered. "I know he invited you to stay with him at his quarter in Bangkok. And just now I saw you two kiss!"

How he knew all those things was beyond Jensen. It was all supposed to be private. Besides, "why does that matter to you?"

"Because Jared loves me! He's mine. I'm the one he invited to stay together while in Bangkok, not you."

"Are you sure? Did he really invite you?"

That earned Jensen a slap across his face. "Shut up. Shut up!"

But Jensen wouldnt. He didn't know Eric's plan. Hold him hostage? Or all of them? Would the man kill him? Jensen just had to push it.

"I just wonder, though. Jared never showed any signs he had someone else on his mind when he invited me to stay with him. Isn't that weird? It's as if he'd never intended to have you and then changed his mind."

Eric pulled back Jensen's hair so hard his eyes got teary, and squeezed Jensen's jaw. "It's none of your business," he hissed. "You just now came in to the picture. That's because I haven't said yes to him."

"Oh playing hard to get, are we?" Jensen knew he must sound like a mouse talking with mouth puckered like that. "Then don't expect Jared to still think about you."

The squeeze tightened and the hand was gone. "Enough talking." Eric turned away and Jensen couldn't see what he was doing. The next thing he knew a piece of wet cloth was slapped over his nose and mouth. Jensen struggled as funny smell of some kind of fume filled his senses. Realization hit him. Chloroform. He couldn't lose consciousness again. But soon his focus blurred and his body went lax. When darkness loomed over him, there was nothing he could do but embrace it.

***

"Mr. Padalecki, sir?"

Jared looked up.

"Yes Tom, what's up?" Jensen's co-pilot, Tom Welling, peeked from behind the curtain.

"Have you seen Jensen?" Tom asked. "I know we agreed to take turns and he'd take a break, but it was quite awhile ago.".

"What?" Jared remembered their kiss but he shook off the image. That, too, seemed to be quite awhile ago. "Have you tried searching anywhere?"

"Yes, sir, the staff's cabin, the study, the pantry. This plane's not as big as commercial planes, but as a private jet, it's more like Airforce One. It's humongous."

Jared gathered the stacks of paperwork he was working at, and got on his feet. "All right. Let's check together. I'm sure he's passed out somewhere and leaves the plane to you." Jared chuckled at his own joke but deep down he began to worry, too.

They checked again the places Tom had mentioned, still found no Jensen, and went to other parts of the airplane. The staff all stared at them when they inspected their quarters.

"Something wrong, Jared?" Finally one of them opened his mouth. Eric, his assistant.

Jared shook his head. "No, no. Nothing. Go ahead, carry on with your activities." His heart began to sink. Jensen wasn't among them, either.

Eric nodded and disappeared behind the curtain in a blink of an eye. Jared lifted an eyebrow at Tom, who shrugged a shoulder.

They carried on to the next cabins, looked at every corner and behind the chairs, and finally reached the tail part of the plane. Someone was standing in front of the closed quarter.

"Hey, Eric. What are you doing here?"

"I, uh. Yeah. I borrow this space to work. Sometimes it's too noisy for me to work together up there in the front room."

Jared felt something was off. Eric stood right in front of the closed entrance like he was guarding it. Or blocking people from entering, Jared thought. Either way, the man wasn't moving when Jared walked toward him.

"Uh, excuse me?" Jared asked.

Eric scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Jared. The place is so messy with my stuff. I'll feel bad if you get to see it."

"You have a lot of stuff? What for?" None of Eric's stuff was supposed to be personal. It had to be Jared's. After all, he was Jared's assistant. But Jared didn't remember asking him to bring anything as hand luggage.

"Yeah." Eric glanced at Tom. "And it's a bit confidential, too."

Jared waved a hand in Tom's direction. "He's with me. Don't mind him. So, can we be through?"

"Give me a minute." Then Eric disappeared through the curtain. Jared turned to Tom, arching an eyebrow.

"What was that about?"

Tom shrugged.

Then Jared heard a soft thud. "What was that?" He exchanged glances with Tom. "Shall we check?"

Just then Eric turned up before them. "Go ahead," he said shortly and left. Just like that. For the second time Jared arched his eyebrow. Eric's behavior was just so weird. He didn't want to waste time, though. This was the only spot he and Tom hadn't checked. If Jensen wasn't here, Jared didn't know where else to look.

And-the place was empty, or so it seemed. Jared didn't understand why Eric had said earlier that it was messy. There didn't seem to be any stacks of paper or piles of things anywhere while Eric didn't have anything with him when he left.

"Nobody's here, Jared," said Tom as they both looked around. He sounded forlorn.

"I don't know, Tom. I have to make sure." Jared walked past Tom and began to scan the rows of seats.

Throwing a quick glance, one would easily see that no one occupied the seats. But Jared would not give up. He checked each row one but one-who knew Jensen was left lying down on one of those rows. Besides, what was that thudding sound earlier was about? The more Jared thought about it, the surer he was it was Jensen and that the man was lying somewhere, perhaps even injured.

He almost got to the end and found nothing so far. Jared glanced at Tom behind him and exhaled. "We've got to find him here, Tom. Nowhere else to look."

Tom nodded and opened his mouth about to say something when Jared raised a hand.

"Psst. Did you hear that?" he whispered.

"What?" But Tom seemed to have heard whatever Jared had caught earlier. His eyes widened. "Behind you, Jared."

Jared spun around so fast he felt dizzy. But it was empty. No one was there. He was about to move on to the next seats when he caught something in the corner of his eyes. Jared bent down and then he saw it. Under the chair, a figure was wrapped up in a thick blanket. The soft moaning sound must have come from it. It had begun to move when Jared reached to pull the blanket off. His heart sank when he saw what it contained.

Jensen was curled up down there, hands tied behind his back, legs tied on ankles and knees, his mouth gagged, all with duct tape, and he was blindfolded.

"Jesus Christ, Jensen, who did this to you-are you awake. Wait, wait, I got you. Tom!"

"I got it. How-how do you want me to help?" But before Jared replied, Tom had jumped on to the seats. "You get his legs and I'll hold the upper body."

"Okay." They finally managed to free Jensen from the narrow space between the rows of plane seats. Jensen wasn't really awake. He must have been sedated.

First thing Jared did was open the blindfold. Jensen's eyes were closed but one of them had begun to bruise. Jared's heart clenched at the image of Jensen being beaten by his captor. What else had he done to Jensen?

Then carefully, Jared stripped the tape off Jensen's mouth. Jensen moaned softly at the discomfort Jared imagined he must be feeling. "Ssh, it's okay. You're safe now." Jared turned to Tom. "Scissors. Do you have scissors?"

"Give me a minute." Tom fled so fast Jared didn't see him go, and suddenly here he was again. With his help, Jared cut open the binds securing Jensen's hands and legs. Until Jared was done, Jensen still didn't wake up. He lay there across the seats, looking so fragile Jared just wanted to gather him close, wrap him in his arms, and protect him from everything bad in the world.

Jared tapped Jensen's cheek. "Hey Jen, will you wake up?"

No response. Jared smoothed back Jensen's hair. "Come on, man. Open those beautiful eyes of yours, please." Jared saw Tom arch an eyebrow but he didn't care what the man thought. Jensen. He had to get Jensen to wake up.

"Should we take him to his cabin? At least he can lie down more comfortably if we turn the seat into a bed," said Tom.

"Good idea. Help me carry him there." Jared held Jensen's upper body while Tom the legs. Jensen was still unconscious so they couldn't assist him walk. They bumped into a flight attendant on the way there who cried out softly seeing her Captain in the hands of two other men, passed out.

"What happened? What's wrong with Captain Ackles?" She turned to Tom. "Co-pilot Welling?"

Tom looked at Jared. Jared shook his head.

"Hana, don't tell anyone just yet. We're still sorting out the problem."

"At least can I inform his family. They must be upset if they're not told that something bad happened to him."

Jared touched Hana's upper arm. "Please no. I will take care of it later."

Hana hesitated, glancing at Tom, who nodded at her.

"Just please, we're heading to Jensen's cabin. Can you prepare his bed?" Tom said.

"Oh yes, s-sure."

"Thank you."

Hana half ran to the front part of the plane and Jared and Tom followed her track. Then they laid Jensen down on the space prepared by Hana. Tom grasped Jared's shoulder.

"Do you want me to stop the plane somewhere to get Jensen checked?"

Jared looked at Jensen. "Should we?"

"I can, but it's up to you."

At that time, Jensen stirred awake, moaning softly.

"Hey." Jared took Jensen's hand. "You're awake. Jen, can you hear me?"

Jensen's eyes made a lazy blink and they were finally open.

"J-Jared?" His voice cracked due to lack of use. "What happened?"

"Oh God." Jared bent down and hugged Jensen tight. "You scared me."

Tom cleared his throat. "Okay. Please tell me your decision. Right now I have a plane to tend to. It's been too long going on by the pilot mode."

Jared nodded. "Tom, thanks so much. I don't know how it was without you."

"Plane!" Suddenly Jensen jumped up and groaned, clutching his head.

"Hey, relax. You just woke up." Jared guided him back to lie down. "Jensen, Tom suggested us to land somewhere to go to the hospital."

"No. No need to go to the hospital."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Jared checked his eyes. "Look at me. Tell me how you feel."

Jensen swallowed. "A bit dizzy and sick. Probably from the chloroform."

Jared's heart tightened at the word. "Chloroform, huh? Who did this to you, Jensen?" He'd guessed the answer but Jared just wanted to make sure.

"Eric. Eric Johnson."

"Why? Did he tell you the reason?"

Jared could never guess it.

"Jealousy. He's jealous that you're asking me to stay with you while in Bangkok instead if him."

Jared spluttered. "What? Is he crazy? I'm not going to ask him even if you're not in the picture."

Jensen shrugged. "He said you two were close together and then I came, ruining everything."

"And he beat you up because of that." Jared stood up. "I'm going to have someone find and watch him close. We should report this to the cop."

Jensen drew a deep breath. "I guess we do. My dad's not going to be happy hearing this."

Jared snorted. "The first time you fly me somewhere and this happened. He's not going to allow you to go with me again."

"Do you regret having invited me?" Jensen squinted at Jared.

"Are you kidding me? I saw you, Jensen, and I've wanted you ever since."

"Have you ever told Eric that you liked him?"

"Huh." Jared combed his hair to the back. "Never thought I actually hire a psychopath. Of course I never said that to him."

"Where is he?" Jensen asked, throwing his glance around. At that time Jared realized Jensen wasn't truly all right. He was afraid-although he'd never admit it. Jared grasped his hand.

"He's nowhere nearby. Don't worry. I have him detained by my other staff. You're safe here."

Jensen squeezed Jared's hand back and pulled it gently. "C'mere." When Jared came closer, Jensen hugged him tight. "Thank you."

***

Prologue

Jensen loosened his now tie a bit. "You never told me we're going to a wedding ceremony," he grumbled.

"Would you have agreed to come with me had I told you?" Jared snickered.

"Uh, no?"

"Exactly! Come on. You look stunning-don't do anything to that tie, will you? Let's enjoy the party."

"Who is the groom again?" Jensen whispered.

"He's my old friend from the university. Such a close friend, too."

"How close?" Jensen took a quick glimpse at the statuette of two grooms on the top tier of the wedding cake on the table in the middle of the room.

Just his luck, Jared happened to see that glimpse. He chuckled. "Do you mean… oh no, no. No, I've never been with him like that. What, are you jealous? Oh my God, you are!"

"I'm not! I'm not, Jared." He was blushing, deep red, and Jared laughed even louder. He grabbed Jensen, bent him down backward, and kissed him deeply on his mouth.

"It's okay, baby," said Jared in a hushed voice. "Gosh, I love you so much!" And he kissed Jensen again.

Fin