Fic: Doctor Patient Confidentiality Chapter 06
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Title: Doctor Patient Confidentiality Ch.06
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Jared exits the professional building that housed Jensen’s practice and walks down the street corner to wait for a bus back to his neighborhood. He didn’t feel particularly like calling Chad for a lift back and having to deal with his bullshit questions. Jared has enough questions of his own, plus he could use the time alone to think.
A few minutes later a bus pulls up; Jared climbs up the three steps inside, pays the fee and takes a seat in the back. He lets his head fall back on the worn, ripped vinyl seatback and his eyes close and he thinks, but the more he thinks the more confused he gets. Why does he care so much what Jensen thinks of him? Why did he have the almost uncontrollable urge to barge back into Jensen’s office and demand to know exactly who that long haired man was? Why did it hurt so much to think of Jensen with those two guys from the club the previous night and that guy in Jensen’s office? He and Jensen had no ties, hell, they weren’t even really friends and after this session Jared wonders if they even have a professional relationship.
Jared thinks back to their brief encounter at Heat. How well their bodies had fit together, sweat-slick and pressed up against each other. How Jensen’s hands had felt moving over his body so casually, the smirk in Jensen’s’ voice as he propositioned him, the sharp nip of the older man’s teeth at the join of his neck and shoulder, and he knows he hadn’t imagined the press of Jensen’s cock. The bus jolts to a stop and Jared is pulled from his musings. He looks around realizing they are at his stop. He groans as he stands realizing he’s gotten half hard a t the memory. Jared tries to shake it off as he exits the bus turns onto his street, feet scuffling along the sidewalk.
He huffs angrily at himself, at the way he had frozen. He should have turned around and shoved Jensen into a shadowy corner, there were many of them at Heat, and fucked him up against the wall, made him scream, made him beg. He should have fucked Jensen and gotten it out of his system. That’s all this was, right? He just needed to fuck Jensen and get it out of his system. Jared nods to himself as he strides up the walkway to his house. Both of his parents’ cars are parked in the drive.
He rolled his eyes and braced himself to be bombarded by questions about his session with the good doctor, but that’s not what happens. Instead he is greeted evenly by both his mother and father, asked if he had a good day at school and told that dinner would be ready in an hour.
Jared walked confusedly up the steps and into his room. What the hell was that about? That was not at all the greeting he was expecting. Shrugging it off, Jared lies down on his bed and just…decompress from the day. He closes his eyes and slips into a light sleep.
“Jared? Honey, dinner’s ready. Come on down.”
Jared mumbled and rolled over. “Yeah. Down in a sec.”
He heard his mother’s footsteps retreating down the hall. Jared swings his legs over the side of the bed and ambles across his room, out the door, into the hallway and into the bathroom. He relieves himself and washes his hands, wondering what the hell was up with his parents now. They never treated him so considerately before, respecting his space, knocking and not barging into his room like it was their God-given right. Shaking his head and sighing, he heads downstairs.
His father is seated at the head of the table.
“Hey, shrimp,” he greets his sister before taking his seat across the table from her.
She scowls. “Not everybody was meant to be the Jolly Green Giant, Jared,” she says and goes back to her rapid-fire texting.
Jared half laughs and half scoffs at her as his mother comes in carrying a platter of smothered pork chops.
“Megan, turn off the phone and put it away,” Sherri says sternly, setting the food laden platter down in the center of the table.
Megan huffs but tucks the pink phone away. Sherri nods and disappears back into the kitchen.
“Jeff and Nichole staying at the hospital?” Jared asks softly.
“No,” Gerald says. “Nichole’s aunt was released from the hospital, so; Jeff and Nicky are heading back to Dallas.”
Jared felt an unexpected pang at hearing his brother was gone. “Oh. She okay?” Jared inquires after Nichole’s aunt.
Sherri comes back into the room with a bowl of peas, a dish of cheddar scalloped potatoes, and rice.
“The doctors said angina and gave her a prescription for Nitroglycerin,” she said setting the food down before taking her place at the opposite head of the table.
“Ah,” Jared says.
The meal passes in relative calm and quiet, just polite conversation, Megan chattering away about her day and Jared continuing to mull things over about Dr. Ackles and his parents’ odd behavior.
“Anything to add, Jared?” His father asks.
His brows come together in a frown. He hadn’t been following the thread of conversation. “Umm. I’m sorry, what?”
Gerald looks for a second like he wants to scold Jared before he wipes his mouth with his napkin and clearing his throat. “I was talking about what your brother said about you while he was here.”
Jared tilts his head to the side. He feels his heart speed up. Had Jeff ratted him out? Told his parents he had gone out somewhere the night before?
“Uhh,” Jared says.
“He said that you were very well behaved. And as I mentioned this morning that you and he had a nice talk. Before he left he suggested we give you some slack with regards to your grounding.”
“Oh?” Jared said, spirit lifting slightly, corners of his mouth curving up into a small cautious smile.
“Yes. He said that maybe we were a tad harsh with you.”
Oh, gee, ya think, Jared says to himself.
“So your mother and I have decided to suspend your punishment. You may have your cell phone and computer back.”
Jared’s eyes widen and he bounces happily in his seat.
“But,” his father says sharply. “You put a toe out of line and you will be back on lockdown. Do you understand?”
Jared feels such a rush of love and gratitude for his brother it’s almost overwhelming. His brother had covered for him and gone to bat with their parents for him. Jared decides then that maybe the awesome big brother he had looked up to all through childhood really was still the most awesome brother.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” Jared says. “Thank you,” he adds a second later, grin firmly on his face.
Mood slightly lighter Jared puts away another pork chop, another helping of scalloped potatoes, along with a healthy slice of lemon meringue pie.
Jared picks up the last bits of flakey crust with a wet finger, sighing happily as he licks his finger clean.
Sherri smiles indulgently, and shakes her head. “Had enough now, honey?” She asks.
Jared belches, blushes, and nods. His mother smiles and clears the last of the dinner dishes away. Jared is the last one at the table; Megan had finish first and was excused to finish her homework. Gerald had retired to his den to catch up on some project or other.
“Yeah, Mom. Thanks it was great,” he says smiling and patting his slightly distended belly.
She smiles down at him, gently smoothing down his hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have any school work you need to finish?”
Jared stifles another burp and shakes his head. “Nope. Finished everything in study hall.”
Sherri nods and pats him on the shoulder. “That’s good then. Head upstairs. Your father put your laptop and cell hack in your room. Just don’t stay up too late.”
Jared stood up, kissed his mom on the cheek. “I won’t. Night,” he calls heading back upstairs.
Jared spends a few hours IMing with Chad and Sandy, before closing his laptop and heading over to his closet. He looks at himself in the full length mirror. He was so hotter than that short guy that had barged into Jensen’s off this afternoon…wasn’t he?
Jared peels off his shirt and flexes his newly acquired muscles, posing right and left, taking in his biceps, pecs, traps, and lats. Jared though he looked all right, maybe not as big as he wanted to be, but he wasn’t quite done growing into his lanky body yet.
Clearly Jensen was attracted to him, even if the older man couldn’t admit that to himself. What was wrong with him? Wasn’t he good enough? Once again Jared felt the prick of tears in his eyes. What the hell? Why should Jensen be affecting him this way? Jensen was just another guy, hot as Hell, but just another guy. Jared had been with lots of guys but never had one affected him this strongly, and certainly not in the short amount of time that he and the good doctor had been acquainted.
He had thought, especially after last night that he had Jensen’s attention, clearly he was wrong. Jared tried to show Jensen that he was anything but a kid, thought he had conducted himself like an adult and instead of being professional Jensen had frozen him out.
Fuck Doctor Jensen Ackles! If Jensen didn’t want him Jared was gonna go out and find someone who damn well did!
When Jared saunters into Heat the thumping bass of the blasting techno music vibrates in his chest he has one single thing on his mind, fuck as many guys as hard and for long as he possibly can. He’s dressed in a worn grey T that is too small for him, it clings to his biceps and chest, rides up to show a tantalizing sliver of belly. His jeans are tight and worn, clinging obscenely to the swell of his ass and accentuate the impressive bulge of his cock. His hair hangs in his eyes, not enough to obscure his vision or block the signal of “I wanna fuck” that he’s sending out, but just enough to add mystery and sex appeal. His head is held high, his back and shoulders straight, emanating complete cool and confidence and maybe a touch of arrogance. He knows he looks good.
He sees heads turning, as he walks past, feels their eyes on him, but he ignores them all striding over to the bar and ordering a shot of tequila. The bartender openly leers at him as he pours the shot and slides it across the bar to him. Jared smirks as he lifts the shot glass to his lips. He knocks it back and slams the small heavy bottomed glass down, letting out an inaudible groan as it burns a path down his throat.
He coughs and turns his attention to the sea of dancing writhing bodies on the dance floor. Already there is a guy making eyes at him. He’s a little older than Jared, not as tall, but he has a hot body and a pretty enough face. Jared grins, tilts his head to the side and cocks an interested brow. The guy maintains eyes contact and a slow sexy smile spreads across his sweaty face. Jared inclines his head toward the curtain where the backrooms are. The guy smirks, cocks a brow and turns, taking off in the direction of the curtain. Lust and heat spark in Jared’s veins. He slaps a 20 down on the bar and takes off after his first fuck of the night.
Jensen sat back from the table and just silently watched his friends talking and laughing feeling out of sorts and not really in touch with any of it. It had been a mistake for him to come this evening; he had known that before Christian had shown up at his office and after the feeling only got stronger.
But he couldn’t not come, not with Tom having just given Christian back his jacket. If he had bowed out for the evening he damn well know that Tom would have jumped to the conclusion that Christian had taken the opportunity to get in touch with Jensen and before whatever restaurant Jensen had ordered take-out from would have delivered his food, both Tom and Misha would have been breaking down his apartment door demanding answers. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had agreed to go out with Christian later that night, he didn’t want to try to lie to his friends about it, get caught at it, because he would get caught, and try to convince them that he knew what he was doing.
Especially since he wasn’t entirely certain that he did know what he was doing.
Oh sure, intellectually he got it. He had accepted going out with Christian in the hopes that it would give him a break about thinking about Jared. After all he damn well knew that Christian hadn’t asked him to go out with him that night simply out of the goodness of his heart but because he was hoping for more from Jensen. If that was simply one night of sex or something more, Jensen didn’t know but it would be a distraction from the normal run of his thoughts of late. But on the other hand, he damn well knew this wasn’t one of his better plans. Not that he wanted to get back together with Christian, he had learned that lesson the hard way and knew that nothing good would come from getting back together with his ex but the idea of having one night of sex with him wasn’t as appalling as it should have been.
Christian knew what he liked. Knew where to touch and what buttons to push to have Jensen begging within minutes. Meaningless but damn good sex would help him forget about Jared for a couple hours but was it really worth it? Especially when Christian was factored into the mix? What if Christian came to the wrong conclusion at the end of the night? What if he thought that it meant there was still something between him and Jensen? Did Jensen really want to risk that? Did he really want to go through all the grief of trying to convince Christian that it meant nothing more than one night of sex?
And then there was the hollow pit in his stomach that seemed to be getting bigger the more he thought about it. And that had nothing to do with Christian. Well other than in an abstract way.
Jensen was already feeling guilty about the way he had behaved at Heat with Jared the night before but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that that wasn’t just it. He felt guilty because Jared had caught him with two other men and it made Jensen feel like he had been caught cheating, on Jared no less. It didn’t matter that there was nothing more between him and Jared but a professional relationship, because he would not allow there to be more, he still felt like a bastard over the whole thing.
He was so, so fucked.
“Jensen?”
Blinking the restaurant back into focus, Jensen forced himself to smile over at Misha and raise a questioning eyebrow. “Sorry, what?”
Misha narrowed his eyes as he searched Jensen’s face and he had to concentrate on not fidgeting under the scrutiny. “You’ve been pretty quiet tonight. Something bad happen at work this week?”
He didn’t need to look around the table to know that everyone was looking at him. It was bad enough that Vicky was right beside Misha and in his line of sight and he could clearly see the identical worry from both of them. But it was better looking at that then it would be if he caught Tom’s eye and would see the knowing shine in them.
“Just been a long week.” He mumbled and used his fork to push the steamed vegetables around his plate.
“Looks like.”
He forced his eyes to flick towards Tom at the words and caught the slight narrowing of his eyes. Shit.
“Nothing to really talk about.” He forced past the worry lodged in this throat, if Tom opened his mouth now there would be no end to the shit he would catch from his friends and that would be without them finding out that he was going out later with Christian. “Just thinking about one of my patients.”
Which was true, from the minute he had met Jared Padalecki he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the damn kid.
I'm a man, Jensen, whether you believe it or not.
It was like Jared was standing at his shoulder and a shiver worked its way down his spine. Jared had been right, Jensen had been trying to think of Jared as a kid as a defense mechanism to stop him from thinking of him in any other way than just another patient, not that it had ever worked, but he wasn’t a kid but a young man. A young man that Jensen wasn’t supposed to see as anything other than a patient, which led him into the vicious circle he was in now, accepting a date with Christian when he knew it was going to lead to no good.
“So should you be talking to someone in the exploited children unit?”
Jensen had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the sudden urge to grin, no one would ever accuse Tom of being subtle but then again where kids were concerned that was a good thing. Still a part of him wanted to be pissed off that Tom would ever consider that Jensen wouldn’t do the right thing without being prompted to. But Tom was a cop and he had been trained to imagine the worst-case scenario not the best and his friends had learned to let stuff like this go.
“No.” He met Tom’s eyes and made sure that his honestly was completely bare. “Just stuff.”
“You know nothing you said would go beyond this table.” Misha leaned close to ensure that he couldn’t be overheard and held up a hand when Jensen opened his mouth to respond, “And yeah, I know, legal obligations but you can’t say that sometimes you don’t wish you could talk to someone about things.”
The shitty thing was that Misha was right but it didn’t change anything. What his patients told him was done so in confidence so there wasn’t anyone he could talk to about anything that was said to him. Sure there was wiggle room but not enough that he ever felt comfortable sharing more than obscure observations about the profession or patients as a whole and that was the way it would stay.
Problem was that even if he could get into it with any of them he still wouldn’t. Not like he really wanted to tell any of them that he had a thing for a seventeen-year-old boy. What was he supposed to say? So I met this guy and don’t really know a lot about him yet but he seems like a good kid. Oh did I say kid? I meant young man. How young? Seventeen and no that doesn’t make me Christian, I know better than that.
But did he? Did he really? How would he ever know for certain when there was such a huge gap between their ages? Jensen liked spending most nights at home, winding down with a book and some soft music or occasionally watching TV unless it was Friday night and then his idea of cutting lose was going to dinner with his friends and then spending the night dancing and usually going home on his own. He wasn’t big on parties or going out every night or constant motion and wasn’t that what teenagers were all about? There was the sneaking suspicion that if he gave into Jared and this was more than just meaningless sex for the young man that Jensen would end up forcing him to take Jensen’s lead in their relationship and that would make him Christian.
“I know Mish but it doesn’t change anything.” He forced a small grin before taking a long pull from his beer in the hopes that everyone would take the hint and just leave him be. Because honestly, he hadn’t come out for the company but because there was no way around it.
Jensen glanced around the table trying for subtle but wasn’t surprised when Tom’s eyes caught him. It was clear that Tom was in cop mode and Jensen didn’t think it was because he was worried that Jensen wasn’t being honest about a kid in trouble. But there was nothing he could do about that, it wasn’t like he could look Tom in the eye and outright lie to him about not being in contact with Christian and he sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up in front of Misha. He may have lost his mind but he wasn’t that much of a masochist.
Tipping the lip of the bottle toward Tom, he gave him a brief salute and an even briefer smile before breaking their eye contact.
He was so fucked. Here he was with his best friends and there was nothing more he wanted than to be able to talk to them and solicit their advice and he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell them how he had a thing for a patient and was being haunted by the look of hurt in Jared’s eyes when he had left that afternoon. Nor could he even begin to explain how that one look had prompted him to accept that he needed to start spending more time with other adults, Christian included, to try to find the connection he felt with the seventeen year old boy so that he could squash the feelings he had for Jared.
Jensen settled his hip against the long bar running the length of the dance floor and watched couples and more grinding together to the music just wishing he was anywhere but there.
Like it hadn’t been bad enough making Misha, Tom, Vicky and Mike worry about him when he had said he was leaving at nine and going home but when Christian had shown up at ten-thirty, promptly for a change, he had tried to kiss Jensen. Between the guilt for making his friends worry and the concern that this “date” was going to end in an all out screaming match between him and Christian, Jensen just wished he was at home, curled up, hiding from the world in his own bed. But it was far past too late to change anything, he had already walked out of his normal Friday gathering and had let Christian drive them to Heat so unless he wanted to sneak out and leave Christian hanging, he was stuck for at least a couple hours.
On the other hand, walking out and leaving Christian there on his own might be the best way to get his point across. And there was the bonus that he had left his car in the parking lot of the club the night before so it wasn’t like he was going to have to try to flag down a cab.
He sighed, torn, as he turned his head back towards the bar where Christian was waiting for the bartender to get them a couple of beers and shook his head at himself. He had made to conscious decision to go on this date as a way to shake the feelings he had for Jared and he had to stay because of that if for no other reason.
Besides, no matter what their past was, he couldn’t do that to Christian. It was something close to a ninety percent chance that Christian had shown up and asked him to come out with him not out of any kind of self-obligation to thank Jensen for getting his hockey jacket back to him but there was that little bit of him that was naive enough to hope that it was. After better than nine years of knowing him, Jensen should know that Christian wasn’t going to change, especially after the whole trying to kiss him bullshit at Jensen’s apartment door but as soon as Jensen had stepped back and made it clear that he wasn’t willing to go there, Christian had apologized which was something new for him. So maybe he was trying to change, not that it would lead to anything more than spending some time together in Heat for them but Jensen wasn’t going to be the one that quashed this new Christian that seemed more concerned about his date’s feelings than his own, just in case he really was trying to change.
Jensen turned back to the dance floor and let his eyes wander towards the dark corner where he knew the entrance to the private room was. Besides, it wasn’t like it wasn’t Friday night and Heat wasn’t packed. If it turned out that his instincts were right and Christian was hoping to press for more, he could slip off and disappear into the crowd and make his way to the exit. It might make him a bastard but it would definitely get his point across.
In his head he registered heat pressing up against his back and an arm snake around and into view, a bottle of Corona clutched in the hand but it did nothing to warm him. From the distance of the opposite side of the club and the pulsing strobe lights it was hard to be absolutely sure but Jensen was pretty certain that Jared had just come out from behind the divider between the main and side room of the club and it made him cold inside. There was only one reason to be back there and it had nothing to do with needing to find a bathroom and take a piss.
Son of a bitch.
It shouldn’t hurt at all but if it had to, Jensen wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did to know that Jared was back at Heat and that he had been fucking somebody in that backroom, somebody that wasn’t Jensen. He had no right to feel that way. He should be glad that Jared seemed to finally move on from messing around with him but it left a heavy feeling in his stomach and all he wanted to do was throw Jared against the wall and demand to know just what the hell he thought he was doing.
It’s better this way.
How many signs did he really need? He had thrown himself at Jared the night before and other than laying his head against Jensen’s shoulder, had completely ignored him. Tonight he was back at Heat obviously on the prowl for a guy or several guys to fuck. All the shit that he had pulled in Jensen’s office had just been him fucking around with Jensen, none of it had meant anything and Jensen needed to remember that.
“You wanna dance?”
Jensen forced himself to take the proffered beer from Christian and turn so that they were facing each other.
He had agreed to this farce of a date to help him forget about Jared and focus on adult relationships, no matter how short lived it was going to be and that’s what he was damn well going to do.
“Yeah.”
Jared staggered out of the backroom on knees that were still weak from the orgasm the nelly bottom of a Leather Daddy had wrung from him. That was his third sex partner of the night and it was still early. Instead of making him feel good, helping him to forget, it was just making him think about what he wanted and could never have, that ache inside him only growing stronger with every guy he pounded into.
Jared was thinking that maybe a little alcohol would help numb that ache gnawing at his insides. He shook his head and looked towards the bar.
Fuck. Jensen.
Jared stood rooted to the spot, torn between wanting to go over there and ask Jensen what the hell he thought he was doing and wanting to grab the nearest sweaty, nearly-naked body and put on another show for Jensen an ever more explicit show than the one he and Chad had put on. He wanted to push some hot guy down to his knees and have him suck Jared off, right here, right in the middle of this club with everyone, Jensen included, watching.
Jared looked around eyes scanning the room for the nearest hot guy, but he kept going back to Jensen. That ache, that thing that had been gnawing at is insides had woken up again and its claws were out and were now tearing deep into Jared’s entrails, as he watched a guy put an arm around Jensen and offered him a beer. Jared was about to melt back into the crowd when Jared got a good look at the guy with Jensen. It was same guy that had been in Jensen’s office after his session, the same guy that had just bolted into Jensen’s office. Well, that explains why Jensen hadn’t called security and had him thrown out.
“Hey, sexy,” a deep voice whispered wet and dirty into Jared’s ear. A flush of heat rushed through Jared and his eyes fluttered closed briefly, that voice was sex and smoke and whiskey and for a second Jared allowed himself to imagine it was Jensen.
“Hey,” Jared responded pushing back into the body pressed up tight against his.
“Been watchin’ you all night.” A wet stripe was licked up his neck, teeth nipping at the skin. “Saw you in the backroom earlier,” a hand skimmed down Jared’s chest, fingers dancing along the waistband of his jeans before slipping lower to cup his crotch. Jared moaned at the soft but insistent pressure. “Saw this,” his mystery guy gave his interested cock a squeeze. “Want it in me so bad,” that was a note of pleading desperation and Jared’s cock twitched and hardened further. It was easy to imagine it was Jensen. Jared just knew that this is exactly what Jensen would sound like, hungry and desperate for cock, his cock.
Jared spun around and caught a glimpse of the guy who had been groping him. Fuck he was hot, a little older than Jared was, had short spiky golden brown hair, a strong jaw, full lips that were quirked upwards in a smirk, his eyes were a pretty golden green, like the eyes that he been haunting his dreams.
Jared licked his lips, the guy tracking the movement. “Yeah?” Jared asked moving in closer, lips close to his partner’s. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Brock,” he answered in a husky drawl.
Jared grinned low and sexy, hips grinding against Brock’s. “Well, Brock, you want this so bad, I’m just gonna haffta give it to you. Jared looped a finger in a belt loop of the guy’s jeans and tugged him toward the backroom, which Jared was getting very familiar with.
Jensen glared across the eight feet separating him from Christian and shook his head. He should have known better, he knew what Christian was like and had known what was going to happen if he agreed to come on this farce of a date but he had done it anyway. And exactly what he had feared was going to happen did.
It had started out well enough after the whole aborted kiss business at Jensen’s door, Christian had kept his hands to himself and been polite, asking Jensen about how his practice was going and listening intently as Jensen had answered. Had paid Jensen’s cover and for the first couple rounds of beer and even behaved himself out on the dance floor for the first couple songs. But then things had slowly started to change. Christian had gotten a little handsy on the dance floor, grabbing Jensen’s ass and pulling him as tight as possible to him and when Jensen tried to put a little distance between them, Christian had stalked off the dance floor in a huff. When Jensen had followed him to a small, empty table just off the dance floor, Christian had started, bitching about how Jensen was being a tease by leading him on but freezing the minute Christian touched him.
It had pissed Jensen off and he had turned to leave when Christian had done an about face and apologized, claiming that he had just had drank too much too quickly because he was nervous and promised to behave if Jensen stayed. Against his better judgment, he had stayed and Christian had behaved, at least towards Jensen. Or maybe behaved wasn’t the right word, more like they had slipped back in time and Christian had kept wandering off to flirt with whoever caught his eye, expecting Jensen just to stick around and be there if all else failed. He was still even keeping an eye on Jensen and just seemed to appear every time someone else came up to Jensen and ran off any possible competition.
His eyes narrowed as Christian’s hand slid down to rest against the ass of some twink that had caught his eye and shook his head. And that was just the Christian part of this hellish night. Jared was also still somewhere in the club, hitting on somebody, looking for a good time and getting it. Jensen had lost track of how many times he had seen Jared out of the corner of his eye with a different guy and each time it made him feel just that little bit sicker, jealousy and hurt and something close to betrayal curling through his stomach. But at least it forced his thoughts to cement about the young man, Jared might have been interested in him but it had been only for one thing, the exact same thing that Christian had thought he would be getting from Jensen that night. As much as the realization hurt he had to finally admit to himself that Jared and Christian, they were one in the same, not giving a shit about anyone other than themselves and Jensen had had it with the both of them.
He was better than this. Better than being Christian’s back up plan if he couldn’t find someone else to occupy his time. And better than being a conquest for some little shit high school brat that had far too much charisma and attitude for his own good. Fuck it, he was leaving.
Jensen pushed up from his chair, eyes flicking across the table to make sure that neither he nor Christian had left anything there, he might be done playing this or any other game with Christian but that didn’t mean he was going to be carrying around the guilt of Christian’s wallet being stolen and took a step back from the table.
“You okay?”
Spinning, he stared up into Jared’s flushed face and tried not to wonder how he had worked up a sweat.
Shit.
Jensen had thought that Jared hadn’t seen him, like a true masochist he had kept an eye on Jared as best as he could and had thought he had stayed out of sight. But of course the young man had spotted him now that he was trying to leave. The best that he could hope for was that Jared hadn’t seen Christian treating him like he was Christian’s fall back plan, he really didn’t think he would be able to face that.
“Fine.” He tried to push around Jared, purposely ignoring the look of worry in the younger man’s eyes because it was Jensen’s imagination, it had to be, and ground his teeth together when Jared stepped in front of him and kept him from escaping.
“Bullshit.”
Jared glanced from him to over his own shoulder and back towards Christian before turning to pin Jensen with his stare. “I’ve been watching you all night Jensen. You’re better than this.”
Jensen shut his eyes and growled low in his chest, anger and embarrassment making him sick. Great, now Jared knew just how much of a failure Jensen really was in his private life, just what he needed. “Better than what Jared?”
“Better than letting some asshole treat you like you don’t exist unless it appears that someone else might be interested in you.” He waved an arm back toward Christian, almost hitting a bystander in the process, making Jensen grab his wrist and pull it back to his side.
“What would you know about it?” He hissed back letting go as soon as Jared’s eyes fell to his fingers still tightly clutching at his wrist.
Ten minutes later Jared was pumping his release deep into Brocks willing ass. His fingers digging into the other guy’s hips, a deep hoarse cry of “JEN!” ripping from him. Brock’s ass clamped down almost painfully as the guy climaxed. Jared shuddered through his aftershock and as soon as he was spent pulled out of Brock’s twitching hole, pulled off the condom, letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh, fuck. Wow,” Brock panted turning around to gaze at Jared with lust-glazed eyes. Jared ignored him and pulled up his pants, tucking his soft cock back inside his pants.
“Wait...so, what now?” The guy asked.
Jared rolled his eyes. “Now nuthin’. You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted. We’re done.” Jared turned and walked through the narrow hallway, which was dark and filled with the sounds and smells of fucking. It was making Jared a little sick.
Whatever was wrong with him, all this fucking was not helping. He wonders briefly if he should just leave, but then he catches sight of Jensen standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking dejected. Jared’s eyes follow a path and hit on the longhaired man, Jensen’s date apparently, groping some twink. Anger flares inside Jared, bright and hot. He wants to go over there and ask the dude what the hell he would possibly want some blonde twink when he’s got a gorgeous man already. Jared takes a step towards Jensen before rethinking it. Jensen made himself perfectly clear this afternoon by shutting him out and down. Jared swallowed the sudden sadness and retreated to a corner and watched as Jensen left the dance floor and made his way over to the bar.
Jared was careful to stay out of Jensen’s line of sight, but kept an eye on the older man, and what Jared saw he didn’t like. The guy, asshole if you asked Jared, would be all over Jensen one minute then when it seemed Jensen was refusing his advances the long headed man would go find someone more accepting of his attentions, but when someone else showed Jensen attention the long haired asshole would be drawn right back to Jensen like some kind of magnet and as he watched Jensen’s shoulders slump even more. Jared had had enough. Jensen deserved better than this and he intended on telling him.
Jared left the dark corner he had been skulking in and waded through the packed dance floor just as it looked like Jensen was leaving.
“You okay?” He asked pressing up close to the older man. Jensen turned and his wide green eyes found Jared’s in the flashing lights. Jensen looked sad and drained; vibrant eyes dull, mouth down in a frown.
“Fine,” Jensen responded tightly.
Jared’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit. I’ve been watching you all night, Jensen. You’re better than this.”
Jensen stiffened and jerked like he wanted to move away but couldn’t coordinate his feet. “Better than what?” He challenged.
Jared rolled his eyes. “Better than him,” he sneered in the longhaired man’s direction. “Better than letting some asshole treat you like you don’t matter unless someone else might be interested in you.” Jared made a wide sweeping motion towards Jensen’s date, nearly hitting a bystander. Jensen reached out, fingers wrapping around Jared’s, making sparks of electricity shoot along Jared’s spine.
“What would you know about it?” Jensen hissed releasing Jared’s writs like it was a poisonous snake.
Feeling bold and reckless Jared leans in close to Jensen. “I know so very, very, much Jensen.” Jared watched as Jensen’s jaw dropped and eyes darkened. Jared smirked, and let his eyes travel down Jensen’s body. “I wish you’d let me show you.”
Jared watched the age old fight or flight response play itself out in Jensen’s eyes. Before one or the other could win out, the longhaired man came over, nearly plowing through the masses to get to Jensen.
Jared watched him step up behind Jensen and wrap a possessive arm around Jensen’s waist and tugs Jensen close to him, even going so far as to press a kiss to the nape of Jensen’s neck.
Jared saw the tension ratchet up in the set of Jensen’s shoulders, and his eyes hardened, plush mouth forming into a tight line. Jensen should never be made to look like that. Jensen should always be laughing, with little lines crinkling around his beautiful green eyes as they sparkle, or if not laughing, made to writhe and moan. Jared wants to be the one to do both.
"Hey, Jenny, sorry for leaving you so long. Just catching up with a friend."
Jared wants to call bullshit again. He had been watching for a long time and knew the truth, just as he knows the greeting was not really a greeting, more like a message to Jared to back the fuck off.
“I’m Christian. Who’re you?”
Yeah. There was no mistaking the tone in that slow drawl, and Jared saw Christian’s hold on Jensen tighten, as Jensen tries to subtly move away, and Jared’s temper flashed like lightening. Jared’s eyes narrowed and he began assessing Christian, sizing him up, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep from burying a fist in his ugly fucking face. Christian looked to have a bit more muscle on him, but Jared was quick and had a better reach.
Jared’s eyes found Christian’s. “’M Jared. Friend of Jensen’s,” Jared said barely more than a Neanderthal grunt.
Christian looked Jared up and down with the same assessing eye Jared was giving him, for a fight not a fuck. Jared squared his shoulders and straightened his back.
“No, ya ain’t. I know all Jensen’s friends. Ain’t never mentioned you before.”
Jared huffed and shook his head and took a step forward, fists clenching. “You don’t know shit. If you did you’d realize how fuckin’ lucky you are to have Jensen. That’s why you keep draggin’ your sorry ass back over to him when someone else even looks his way; you’re afraid he’ll wise up and leave your punk ass!”
The muscles in Christian’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed threateningly. Jared wasn’t afraid, if anything he was even more incensed because Jensen was now actively struggling to get away from the hold Christian has on him.
“What did you say to me, boy?” Christian asked. His hold on Jensen must have loosened because Jensen was suddenly in Jared’s space, hand pressed to the middle of Jared’s chest.
“Jared, please. It’s not worth it.”
Lust, desire, anger and something else flooded Jared’s senses. “No, Jensen!” Jared said sharply before turning back to Christian. “You think I ain’t seen the shit you been pullin’ all night?” Jared reached out and grabs Jensen, turning him so the psychologist’s back was pressed up tight against his front. Instead of struggling against his embrace Jensen seemed to melt into it, whole body relaxing. Jared runs a hand down Jensen’s chest, feeling him tremble against him, Jared wished he could revel in it but he can’t with Christian clenching his fists and baring his teeth in a snarl.
“Jared…please,” Jensen says sounding a little breathless. Jared can feel his heart racing and he wonders if it’s because of the way they are pressed up against each other or the tension between himself and Christian.
Jared knows the smart thing to do would be to back off, but he can’t resist the ammo Jensen is giving him.
“Think it’s time for your hick ass to leave. See how Jensen doesn’t try to get away from my touch,” Jared runs his fingertips light and teasing along Jensen’s forearm causing Jensen to shiver and gasp and Jared’s cock to start to fill with blood. “Unlike yours,” Jared snapped.
The next series of events happens quick as a flash. Jensen rips from his loose embrace and shoves Christian back just as the short man throws a punch.
“No!” Jensen shouts. Don’t you lay a hand on him! Go find that twink you were feelin’ up and loose my number!”
Jared’s breathing heavily, watching Christian splutter. Jensen turns back to Jared, cheeks flushing, chest heaving. “Wanna get outta here?”
Jared enjoys the shocked look on Christian’s face, like Jensen has never stood up to him before, for another second before looking and nodding at Jensen.
Jensen turns and makes his way to the door. Jared strides after him, hope flaring in his gut that now, finally, Jensen’s gonna admit the attraction between them and maybe even act on it.
Chapter 05 / Chapter 07