Kings, Queens and Sinners - Chapter 6
Title: Kings, Queens and Sinners. Chapter 6
Rating: R to NC-17
Author: jensen_is_love and maferi_nah
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Lauren Cohan (Implied), Jensen/Jeff.
Summary: Alan Ackles is sick of his sons fighting constantly, he's convinced that 18 year old Jensen is too young to take over the family company, but is his eldest son Josh the best candidate either? Addicted to gambling and betting stupid money in poker games, clearly Jensen is the best option, until Alan gives them the company, 30% - 70% in favour of Josh. Jensen goes wild in his anger, rebelling from the good boy image his father has always wanted him to assume. Until rich, 30 year old chain-casino owner Jared Padalecki comes into the mix, and Jensen finds that not everything he wants is what he needs.
Wordcount: 2,140
Warnings: Young!Jensen, Older guy!Jared, Jeff/Jensen as we're starting with that pairing.
A/N: Writing in Italics are thoughts, mostly Jeff.. Beta'd by the amazing josiepops, ladyreivin and kuhekabir
Chapter Index
Chapter 6
The sound of Jensen's champagne glass hitting the floor with a sharp crash made the younger man jump, he hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding it. Not until he could feel the tiny splinters of glass digging into his fingertips from the impact and grip he'd had on the petite object.
"You have no right to know that about me. To spy into my past, and then use it against me." His voice was foreign, even to himself. Quiet? Scared? Angry? Even he couldn't make out the emotion in his voice.
Without another word Jensen left the glass - and Jeff - in silence, turning his back and walking out like it wasn't the last thing he wanted to do.
***
Brent was the most bored he had ever been in the company of alcohol, this wasn't his normal gig. He was used to people crowding the bar at the clubs, hot girls - and even some guys - coming onto him and asking for the most outrageous drinks.
This party was nothing like the ones he was used to. He was behind the bar, serving up various pussy-type drinks for the posh people, he just felt bad for the poor waiter who had to continuously pick up deliver them all over the house.
He shrugged the pity off and began wiping down the bar, or at least that was what he was doing until the prettiest guy he'd ever seen in real life walked towards him, swaying his hips and licking his lips like he owned the place. Little did he know that Jensen did.
As he dropped himself onto one of the vacant barstools, Jensen ran a frustrated hand through his sandy blond hair and looked up at the bartender. "Jack. Neat." He wasn't in the mood for polite, but he kept his tone as friendly as he could.
Brent eyed the guy, He didn't look a day over 18, and He wasn't about to get fired just because some hot guy shook his ass a little at the bartender.
"Sure, if you're old enough."
Jensen let out an annoyed growl. He so wasn't in the mood for this type of shit. He lifted his ass from the seat to pull out his wallet, throwing it down on to the bar for the guy to open. "ID is in there. Could you hurry it up?"
Brent looked at Jensen evenly, eyebrow lifted, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress his amusement. He picked up the wallet, flipped it open and found the ID, stating - in all it's fakeness - the guy as Jason Moore, age 21.
"I'll tell you what, Jason..." Giving a sarcastic edge to the name, he let a smile spread across his lips. "I'll serve you up, as long as you drink it, so nobody sees you, do we got a deal?" He stretched a hand towards Jensen and waited for him to shake it.
Any other time Jensen would argue, tell the guy exactly who he was and kick him the fuck out of his house. But tonight he just wasn't bothered with the hassle of another argument with his father, and probably Gabe laughing at him.
"Fine." He ignored the hand but reached past him to grab the bottle, pouring it for himself with a smile. "Thanks."
"Wow! Hands off hun, you drink..." He said, taking the bottle from Jensen to pour a shot. "I pour."
Jensen rolled his eyes at the corniness that was his new bartender, "Sure, man. I bet you could pour a little more than drink, huh?" He licked his lips, looking the guy over. There was nothing wrong with exploring new possibilities, especially since Jeff was now out of the picture.
Brent knew he was being checked over, and he didn't mind it at all. He put his hands face down on the bar and bent forward, toward the other man before whispering.
"And I bet you'd drink just about anything, wouldn't you?"
"Depends what it's mixed with. And who made it." Jensen smiled sweetly, his eyes practically glowing, making him look angelic and innocent. "Thanks for the drink, put it on the Ackles bill." He turned in his seat, coming face to face with Gabe.
"Well, well, well" Gabe looked Jensen up and down before licking his lips wantonly. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?" He brought a hand up to run the pads of his fingers over Jensen's face.
Jensen narrowed his eyes at the other man, his mouth drawn up into a tight line. "Gee, I don't know. You want me to make them sore and you can tell me?" He growled, but smiled sweetly at the same time.
Gabe chuckled, "Well you're still as sassy as I remember."
He turned towards the bartender "Hey, pretty boy. Why don’t you pour me something good? And something for Jenny here, too."
"I'll get you your drink ,Sir.. But I don't think your friend wants anything else." Brent said, already turning his back on them to pour a 'special' drink for Gabe.
"Smart guy, you could learn a tip or two from him, Gabe." Jensen picked his wallet back up, pushing it into the back pocket of his tight slacks. "You're still as repulsive as ever." He walked away from them; his posture cool while inside he was dying and screaming for help.
Jeff had been watching for what felt like hours but was maybe half and hour, as Jensen talked, drank and smiled with the bartender and then the stuck up lawyer had come over and into Jensen's personal space. He'd seen Gabe caress Jensen's face; saw the barely disguised want in his face.
He was just about to get the fuck out of there, away from Jensen and the fucking lawyer when he saw Jensen walk away from the bar and lean against a far wall looking scared half to death, as he breathed heavily.
Jensen was relieved to be away from the atmosphere that was always Gabe and his seductions. He tilted his head back, resting it against the wall and took a few deep breaths, the line of his neck exposed. He hadn't had a run-in with Gabe for a while, and he was glad for it. It was due time.
Jeff walked up to Jensen, who had his head thrown back and his eyes closed as though he were getting the best blowjob of his life. He touched his face gently, hesitant. "Come with me." He said after Jensen had opened his eyes to look at him.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, Jeff." He pushed Jeff's hand away from his face, looking up at him defiantly. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid as to tell his father about the older man he was fucking. For what? To find out that Jeff was a creep?
"Damn it, Jensen! What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?! Where the hell do I start?" He shoved at Jeff's chest with his hands, knocking him back but not off balance.
"What we did was based on trust. I trusted you; I thought you would be honest. But apparently, you have an issue with that. I let you use me as a fuck-around and helped you hide it from your wife, and you can't even ask me and trust me not to lie. You had to fucking spy on me." He punched at his chest, not doing much damage but that wasn't what he aimed for.
"I know I was wrong, baby. But I didn't do it because I didn't trust you, I did it because I was afraid..." Jeff didn’t know what to do. He had let Jensen bury himself so deep under his skin that he didn't even knew how to get him out anymore.
"Don't you dare." Jensen pointed a finger in Jeff's face, his voice like thunder. "Don't you even think about giving me that bullshit you give your wife. I ain't her, and I'm done with you." He willed his voice not to shake; Jeff had been the only one he had trusted since Gabe, even if he wasn't as invested in this relationship. If you could call it that.
"Come on, baby-boy... Let me make it up to you," He took Jensen's hand in both of his own, trying to cover it up inside his, so that nobody would see. "I know that it was wrong, but I was curious and I know I'm a jerk for bringing it up like that, but I was jealous. Give me a second chance?" He brought Jensen's hand to his lips and kissed it softly.
Jensen let out a shaky breath, out of all of the men he had been with, both sexually and... - well, just sexually... - He had never had anybody talk to him like that, begged him, pleaded...Like maybe he meant something.
"Jeff...This is our out. Before my Dad finds out...And your family. I don't want you to lose it all just because neither one of us could stop this thing."
"Too late, Jensen, I don't want out." With that, Jeff pushed Jensen into the little alcove behind him and kissed him hard and bruising, letting him know that exactly what he said was true.
Jensen's surprised gasp was something he would later deny, but damn it felt good to be wanted. He pulled Jeff closer to his body, his hands coming up behind Jeff's head to know and tug at Jeff's dark hair.
"Not even now that my daddy kicked me out?" He pulled back from the kiss, smiling sheepishly. He hadn't told Jeff about that part yet.
Jeff groaned when Jensen pulled back, an unmanly pout etching across his face, instead of kissing across moving lips he started kissing down Jensen's neck.
"Hmm?" He asked distractedly, nibbling onto Jensen's collarbone.
Jensen nibbled on his bottom lip nervously; this would be when he found out what Jeff really wanted. His name and money, or him. He cupped Jeff's face, detaching the older man's lips from his collarbone with a moan. "My dad said I can't stay here...I told him I'm fucking an older guy. He doesn't want me here."
"What? You told him about us?" Jeff asked, finally catching up with the conversation, "And what do you mean, he doesn't want you here? Is that why he hit you? Because of us?" He held Jensen closer, knowing the answer before it left Jensen's lips.
"I didn't tell him who- I wouldn't risk your job, Jeff." He sighed, half expecting Jeff to have just asked the question to save his own ass, even though he knew that Jeff wasn't like that.
"He called me sick... acted as if I could stay a virgin forever." He ducked his head, looking down, ashamed. "He also called me a whore."
"Son of a bitch," Jeff growled out between clenched teeth, "I don't care about the job if it's with a man like that, baby-boy, he had no right. You deserve better."
He kissed Jensen again, but this time it was soft and full of care, showing him what he really meant to Jeff. "I'm gonna kill him. He shouldn't have touched you." He whispered against Jensen's lips.
Jensen rested his forehead against Jeff’s, revelling in the pain of Jeff's lips pressing against his own split lower lip. He liked that Jeff could make the pain go away, without doing anything. "Don’t?" Was all he said, more question in that one word than there should ever be. "Just- don’t? He'll realize."
Jeff just stood there for a moment, holding Jensen with the softness and care only a lover could hold him. "Okay, I won’t hurt him, but not because I care if he knows it's me you're sleeping with, but because you asked me not to."
"I know. Thank you." Jensen pressed a soft kiss to Jeff's stubbled jaw. He had always liked stubble on men and Jeff just heightened his kink with the salt and pepper stubble he always kept. "I guess the party will be over soon." He sighed.
"Come with me?" Jeff asked again, this time firmer but still giving Jensen the option to say no.
"Where?" Jensen asked against his jaw before licking a slow stripe along the stubbled skin there. "Where do you want me to go with you?"
"Vegas." He said without missing a beat, catching Jensen's already kiss swollen lips with his own in a hungry kiss.
Jensen grinned against Jeff's lips and kissed back just as hard, his Dad had never taken him to Vegas before. "Just us?"
Jeff chuckled between rough, insistent kisses. "Yeah, just us. What do you say?"
"I say grab your jacket and let's go to Vegas!"
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Rating: R to NC-17
Author: jensen_is_love and maferi_nah
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Lauren Cohan (Implied), Jensen/Jeff.
Summary: Alan Ackles is sick of his sons fighting constantly, he's convinced that 18 year old Jensen is too young to take over the family company, but is his eldest son Josh the best candidate either? Addicted to gambling and betting stupid money in poker games, clearly Jensen is the best option, until Alan gives them the company, 30% - 70% in favour of Josh. Jensen goes wild in his anger, rebelling from the good boy image his father has always wanted him to assume. Until rich, 30 year old chain-casino owner Jared Padalecki comes into the mix, and Jensen finds that not everything he wants is what he needs.
Wordcount: 2,140
Warnings: Young!Jensen, Older guy!Jared, Jeff/Jensen as we're starting with that pairing.
A/N: Writing in Italics are thoughts, mostly Jeff.. Beta'd by the amazing josiepops, ladyreivin and kuhekabir
Chapter Index
Chapter 6
The sound of Jensen's champagne glass hitting the floor with a sharp crash made the younger man jump, he hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding it. Not until he could feel the tiny splinters of glass digging into his fingertips from the impact and grip he'd had on the petite object.
"You have no right to know that about me. To spy into my past, and then use it against me." His voice was foreign, even to himself. Quiet? Scared? Angry? Even he couldn't make out the emotion in his voice.
Without another word Jensen left the glass - and Jeff - in silence, turning his back and walking out like it wasn't the last thing he wanted to do.
***
Brent was the most bored he had ever been in the company of alcohol, this wasn't his normal gig. He was used to people crowding the bar at the clubs, hot girls - and even some guys - coming onto him and asking for the most outrageous drinks.
This party was nothing like the ones he was used to. He was behind the bar, serving up various pussy-type drinks for the posh people, he just felt bad for the poor waiter who had to continuously pick up deliver them all over the house.
He shrugged the pity off and began wiping down the bar, or at least that was what he was doing until the prettiest guy he'd ever seen in real life walked towards him, swaying his hips and licking his lips like he owned the place. Little did he know that Jensen did.
As he dropped himself onto one of the vacant barstools, Jensen ran a frustrated hand through his sandy blond hair and looked up at the bartender. "Jack. Neat." He wasn't in the mood for polite, but he kept his tone as friendly as he could.
Brent eyed the guy, He didn't look a day over 18, and He wasn't about to get fired just because some hot guy shook his ass a little at the bartender.
"Sure, if you're old enough."
Jensen let out an annoyed growl. He so wasn't in the mood for this type of shit. He lifted his ass from the seat to pull out his wallet, throwing it down on to the bar for the guy to open. "ID is in there. Could you hurry it up?"
Brent looked at Jensen evenly, eyebrow lifted, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress his amusement. He picked up the wallet, flipped it open and found the ID, stating - in all it's fakeness - the guy as Jason Moore, age 21.
"I'll tell you what, Jason..." Giving a sarcastic edge to the name, he let a smile spread across his lips. "I'll serve you up, as long as you drink it, so nobody sees you, do we got a deal?" He stretched a hand towards Jensen and waited for him to shake it.
Any other time Jensen would argue, tell the guy exactly who he was and kick him the fuck out of his house. But tonight he just wasn't bothered with the hassle of another argument with his father, and probably Gabe laughing at him.
"Fine." He ignored the hand but reached past him to grab the bottle, pouring it for himself with a smile. "Thanks."
"Wow! Hands off hun, you drink..." He said, taking the bottle from Jensen to pour a shot. "I pour."
Jensen rolled his eyes at the corniness that was his new bartender, "Sure, man. I bet you could pour a little more than drink, huh?" He licked his lips, looking the guy over. There was nothing wrong with exploring new possibilities, especially since Jeff was now out of the picture.
Brent knew he was being checked over, and he didn't mind it at all. He put his hands face down on the bar and bent forward, toward the other man before whispering.
"And I bet you'd drink just about anything, wouldn't you?"
"Depends what it's mixed with. And who made it." Jensen smiled sweetly, his eyes practically glowing, making him look angelic and innocent. "Thanks for the drink, put it on the Ackles bill." He turned in his seat, coming face to face with Gabe.
"Well, well, well" Gabe looked Jensen up and down before licking his lips wantonly. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?" He brought a hand up to run the pads of his fingers over Jensen's face.
Jensen narrowed his eyes at the other man, his mouth drawn up into a tight line. "Gee, I don't know. You want me to make them sore and you can tell me?" He growled, but smiled sweetly at the same time.
Gabe chuckled, "Well you're still as sassy as I remember."
He turned towards the bartender "Hey, pretty boy. Why don’t you pour me something good? And something for Jenny here, too."
"I'll get you your drink ,Sir.. But I don't think your friend wants anything else." Brent said, already turning his back on them to pour a 'special' drink for Gabe.
"Smart guy, you could learn a tip or two from him, Gabe." Jensen picked his wallet back up, pushing it into the back pocket of his tight slacks. "You're still as repulsive as ever." He walked away from them; his posture cool while inside he was dying and screaming for help.
Jeff had been watching for what felt like hours but was maybe half and hour, as Jensen talked, drank and smiled with the bartender and then the stuck up lawyer had come over and into Jensen's personal space. He'd seen Gabe caress Jensen's face; saw the barely disguised want in his face.
He was just about to get the fuck out of there, away from Jensen and the fucking lawyer when he saw Jensen walk away from the bar and lean against a far wall looking scared half to death, as he breathed heavily.
Jensen was relieved to be away from the atmosphere that was always Gabe and his seductions. He tilted his head back, resting it against the wall and took a few deep breaths, the line of his neck exposed. He hadn't had a run-in with Gabe for a while, and he was glad for it. It was due time.
Jeff walked up to Jensen, who had his head thrown back and his eyes closed as though he were getting the best blowjob of his life. He touched his face gently, hesitant. "Come with me." He said after Jensen had opened his eyes to look at him.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, Jeff." He pushed Jeff's hand away from his face, looking up at him defiantly. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid as to tell his father about the older man he was fucking. For what? To find out that Jeff was a creep?
"Damn it, Jensen! What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?! Where the hell do I start?" He shoved at Jeff's chest with his hands, knocking him back but not off balance.
"What we did was based on trust. I trusted you; I thought you would be honest. But apparently, you have an issue with that. I let you use me as a fuck-around and helped you hide it from your wife, and you can't even ask me and trust me not to lie. You had to fucking spy on me." He punched at his chest, not doing much damage but that wasn't what he aimed for.
"I know I was wrong, baby. But I didn't do it because I didn't trust you, I did it because I was afraid..." Jeff didn’t know what to do. He had let Jensen bury himself so deep under his skin that he didn't even knew how to get him out anymore.
"Don't you dare." Jensen pointed a finger in Jeff's face, his voice like thunder. "Don't you even think about giving me that bullshit you give your wife. I ain't her, and I'm done with you." He willed his voice not to shake; Jeff had been the only one he had trusted since Gabe, even if he wasn't as invested in this relationship. If you could call it that.
"Come on, baby-boy... Let me make it up to you," He took Jensen's hand in both of his own, trying to cover it up inside his, so that nobody would see. "I know that it was wrong, but I was curious and I know I'm a jerk for bringing it up like that, but I was jealous. Give me a second chance?" He brought Jensen's hand to his lips and kissed it softly.
Jensen let out a shaky breath, out of all of the men he had been with, both sexually and... - well, just sexually... - He had never had anybody talk to him like that, begged him, pleaded...Like maybe he meant something.
"Jeff...This is our out. Before my Dad finds out...And your family. I don't want you to lose it all just because neither one of us could stop this thing."
"Too late, Jensen, I don't want out." With that, Jeff pushed Jensen into the little alcove behind him and kissed him hard and bruising, letting him know that exactly what he said was true.
Jensen's surprised gasp was something he would later deny, but damn it felt good to be wanted. He pulled Jeff closer to his body, his hands coming up behind Jeff's head to know and tug at Jeff's dark hair.
"Not even now that my daddy kicked me out?" He pulled back from the kiss, smiling sheepishly. He hadn't told Jeff about that part yet.
Jeff groaned when Jensen pulled back, an unmanly pout etching across his face, instead of kissing across moving lips he started kissing down Jensen's neck.
"Hmm?" He asked distractedly, nibbling onto Jensen's collarbone.
Jensen nibbled on his bottom lip nervously; this would be when he found out what Jeff really wanted. His name and money, or him. He cupped Jeff's face, detaching the older man's lips from his collarbone with a moan. "My dad said I can't stay here...I told him I'm fucking an older guy. He doesn't want me here."
"What? You told him about us?" Jeff asked, finally catching up with the conversation, "And what do you mean, he doesn't want you here? Is that why he hit you? Because of us?" He held Jensen closer, knowing the answer before it left Jensen's lips.
"I didn't tell him who- I wouldn't risk your job, Jeff." He sighed, half expecting Jeff to have just asked the question to save his own ass, even though he knew that Jeff wasn't like that.
"He called me sick... acted as if I could stay a virgin forever." He ducked his head, looking down, ashamed. "He also called me a whore."
"Son of a bitch," Jeff growled out between clenched teeth, "I don't care about the job if it's with a man like that, baby-boy, he had no right. You deserve better."
He kissed Jensen again, but this time it was soft and full of care, showing him what he really meant to Jeff. "I'm gonna kill him. He shouldn't have touched you." He whispered against Jensen's lips.
Jensen rested his forehead against Jeff’s, revelling in the pain of Jeff's lips pressing against his own split lower lip. He liked that Jeff could make the pain go away, without doing anything. "Don’t?" Was all he said, more question in that one word than there should ever be. "Just- don’t? He'll realize."
Jeff just stood there for a moment, holding Jensen with the softness and care only a lover could hold him. "Okay, I won’t hurt him, but not because I care if he knows it's me you're sleeping with, but because you asked me not to."
"I know. Thank you." Jensen pressed a soft kiss to Jeff's stubbled jaw. He had always liked stubble on men and Jeff just heightened his kink with the salt and pepper stubble he always kept. "I guess the party will be over soon." He sighed.
"Come with me?" Jeff asked again, this time firmer but still giving Jensen the option to say no.
"Where?" Jensen asked against his jaw before licking a slow stripe along the stubbled skin there. "Where do you want me to go with you?"
"Vegas." He said without missing a beat, catching Jensen's already kiss swollen lips with his own in a hungry kiss.
Jensen grinned against Jeff's lips and kissed back just as hard, his Dad had never taken him to Vegas before. "Just us?"
Jeff chuckled between rough, insistent kisses. "Yeah, just us. What do you say?"
"I say grab your jacket and let's go to Vegas!"
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