Love, Apparent Chapter 20/20 Plus Ep.

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TITLE: Love Apparent 20/20
AUTHOR: lifelesslyndsey
PAIRING: Jared/Misha with briefly mentioned other pairings later
RATING: NC-17
BETA'D: malbryn


“Three minutes till the count down,” someone says, near enough to Misha's face that he hears it. He's bent over the bar, cheek smashed against the glossy top. His lipstick, a tasteful shell-pink, is smeared across his cheek. He has no idea where it came from, just that it was in his pocket and wearing it seemed like a good idea. He just needs to lay down for a minute.

The breeze on his ass is oddly refreshing.

“What count down?” He slurs, lifting his head. The rest of him lifts too, all in the wrong order, making him look a bit like a wiggling, wet noodle. Or one of those wacky, inflatable, arm-flailing tube mans. Yeah.

Misha is really drunk.

“Who's counting?”

Jared is really drunk too. He's looking around like he's not quite sure where he is. His cheeks are covered in glitter, and he's inexplicably wearing a top hat. Misha's also sure the shirt he's wearing is not the one he left home in. That it's made of neon pink fishnet and not dark-gray cotton is what clues Misha in. He doesn't say anything though because he can see Jared's nipples, and quite enjoys the sight.

Jeff snorts, slapping Misha on the shoulder in a manly but also slightly painful manner. Misha wobbles where he's standing, falling into Jared, who doesn't manage to catch so much as hold him upright with his chest.

“Midnight dude, this is where you kiss your woman,” Jeff explains, gesturing to Jared with his chin. “Might want to hop up on a bar stool or something though. I'm going to go call my girl.” He walks off perfectly unaffected by the massive quantities of liquor currently filtering through his system. Mike had made the mistake of going shot-for-shot with Jeff, and was later caught licking the bathroom mirror. The man can hold his liquor, to say the least.

It's been a good night, really.

“S'why is every one counting?” Jared asks, looking down at Misha through sweaty bangs. They're not actually counting yet, but Misha see's no reason to correct him. Jared is smiling like he doesn't know he's doing it, and Misha pokes him in the dimple. He's wanted to do that for quite some time, to be honest.

“Kissin',” Misha tells him eloquently. Surely there's more to the story, but that's all he can remember Jeff saying. “Bar stool,” he adds, as he looks at the seat in question. It seemed important.

“M'not kissing a bar stool,” Jared replies, sinking down onto said bar stool. The actual bar isn't as crowded as it had been, most of the bar patrons filtering outside to watch the fire-works. The one's that linger, old bar-flies and aging Queen's, pay them no mind. Misha has never watched fire-works on the New Years, as he's always spent it some where with below freezing temperatures. It's a nice novelty he'll be missing again this year because his legs won't work and Jared doesn't seem to be moving.

“I like Texas,” Misha announces, feeling his skin go a little clammy. As soon as he says the words, he knows exactly where he's going with them. He's made his decision.

Jared snorts at him, pulling him close and nuzzling the side of his head. A drunk Jared is a tactile Jared, Misha knew this. “You hate Texas,” Jared says with a laugh. “City boy,” he slurs, head buried in the crook of Misha's neck. With Jared sitting, there eye level.

Kissing level.

“I like Texas,” Misha denies, but it's a total lie. He can feel Jared smiling against his neck, warm and wet on his skin. “I like you,” he says instead, and Jared looks up.

“I like you too,” Jared echos, and wraps his arms around Misha's waist. “Gotta secret,” he tells Misha, in a mock-whisper. “Not pretending.”

“Not pretending,” Misha nods, feeling his heart race. He has no idea if he's admitting his own secret or echoing Jared's. He wonders if Jared would have even admitted that without the steady-stream of shots mixed up inside him. He wonders how drunk Jared really is. He wonders if he's cut out to be the boyfriend of some one who is a dad, let alone possibly aiding in the rearing of a child. He wonders a lot, but not enough to stop him from talking. “Jared.... If I moved to Texas, would that be okay?”

“You hate Texas,” Jared echos, losing some of his slur. Blinking his hazel eyes, they settle more firmly on Misha. He looks as if he's forcing himself to be a bit more sober, and Misha is not sure how much he appreciates it.

Misha nods. He does hate Texas. He misses the cold, clear air of home. He's not made for farming, and if he stays in Texas, he'll never eat meat again, he knows it. He'll miss the ocean and the board walks, and he'll have to find new people to buy pot from. He hates every thing about Texas, except that it's Jared's home. “But I like you.” He shakes his head, and wonders when he became such a melancholy drunk. “I'm twenty-four, Jared.”

“Twenty-five actually,” Jared reminds him with a quiet laugh. “Your birthday was in August. I missed it, remember?” Goddammit, he really needs to get his shit straight.

“You didn't know me then,” Misha reminds him. “Anyway, I'm twenty-five. I just...I'm getting older, you know? Maybe it's time to start thinking on things. I'll have a Master's degree in Sociology at the end of the year. I could graduate.”

Jared look stunned. It's a flush-faced, glassy-eyed stunned, but stunned none the less. They're counting now, ten, nine, eight. “But you love college.” Seven, six, five.

“I love you,” Misha blurts out, wide eyed and surprised at his own words. They're true of course, but his mouth isn't use to forming them often. Four, three, two. “I love you.”

One.

“Kissing,” Jared says in reply, but it sounds a lot like 'I love you, too' to Misha's ears, and suddenly they're chest to chest, and mouth to mouth. It's sloppy and wet and perfect, and endless. Misha has all but crawled into Jared's lap when at last they're interrupted. The interruption doesn't keep them from kissing though.

This has been a long time coming, after all. They can't simply kiss and be done. They have months of tension to work through, and every one else can simply fuck off.

“Have they been doing this since midnight,” Jensen asks, from somewhere on Misha's left.

“Yeah,” Mike says, sounding a little breathless. “Bartender found me about ten minutes ago.”

“Did he ask you to stop them?” Tom asks, from Jensen's side. “How are they even breathing, Christ.”

“Why would he do that? He likes me. ” Mike sounds honestly confused. “He thought I'd want to watch. He's a nice guy.”

Misha should be more weirded out that Mike is enjoying watching him dry hump Jared, but he and Mike have always been a bit too close. It's not enough to make Misha want to stop. Breathing isn't enough to make Misha want to stop. Jared has had a whole lot of experience with kissing, much of which Misha begrudgingly watched.

He's totally gracious now, though, as he reaps the benefits.

“Which one do you think will come first?”

“Misha,” Tom says instantly, and Misha is pretty sure he hears the sound of money being laid out for bet. Bastards....he'll show them. He grinds down on Jared a little harder, and with much more enthusiasm. He's in it to win it, after all. Freeing his hand from Jared's hair, he raises five fingers.

“Oh Misha has five on Jared,” Mike notes. “Any more takers?”

“I'm going to have to say Jared,” Jensen agrees with Misha. “He's young,” he reasons.

“Yeah but you know nothing about Padalecki stamina,” Jeff says. From the corner of Misha's eye, he can see Jared's brother covering his eyes. Still not enough to make him want to stop. “Are they always like this?”

“Some one should probably catch Jeff up,” Jensen says, and Misha can feel his eyes on him. He can also feel Jared's hands on his naked ass, and damn, assless chaps were a great idea. “Do it in the cab. Should we hose them down or something? I can't sit in a car with them doing this all the way to Jared's house.”

“Got it covered,” Mike says. “I booked us some rooms. Misha's picking up the tab.”

Not even that makes Misha want to stop kissing Jared.

They're given the back seat and the only thing that keeps Misha from removing Jared's clothing is Mike's head peeping over the seat. While he doesn't mind Mike watching him make out with Jared (hell, he's proud of the accomplishment), he has to draw a line somewhere. Plus, Mike totally admitted that he'd do Jared in a heartbeat if it was an option and Misha's possessive side feels that it would be in every one's best interest if Mike never see's his Jared naked.

Not that Jared doesn't try. He makes a valiant attempt at ridding Misha of his plaid button up, half succeeding by simply ripping it open, little plastic buttons flying across the sweaty vinyl seating. While Misha is a born hedonist, he doesn't want an audience for the first time he blows Jared.

It's a close call though, because he can feel Jared's cock grinding against his hip through denim and leather. It wouldn't take much to get him out of his jeans and grind down on him. Jared's egging him on, hands on his ass, pushing and pulling, and there's just no way Misha could doubt Jared likes cock.

Jared wants it.

Misha wants to give it to him. He gets a hand between them, popping the button and sliding down the zipper. It's louder then he expects, and does not go unnoticed.

“Oh God, please turn the music up,” some one, Tom maybe, or Jeff, begs the cabby. “Please, please.”

“Shut up, your just mad you bet on Misha,” Mike argues. “Who knew Jared was such a bottom.”

Jared makes a protesting sound, but Misha kisses it away, and gets a hand in Jared's jeans.

“Please!” Tom says again, louder and more desperate.

'Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Come on boy, stop acting like a beeotch....'

Suddenly, Katy Perry's 'Peacock' is blaring from the speakers, and Jared is vibrating with laughter beneath him. “Sorry,” the cabby says, chagrined. “Forgot I had that CD in there.”

“Yeah,” Tom says, sounding unamused. “Just change it.”

With his hand still in Jared's pants, Misha means to get back to work when the cab comes to a stop. “Aright kids, pack it up and tuck it in,” Mike says from over the seat. “We're here.”




He's not the kind of drinker who forgets the night before, so when Jared wakes up in bed with Misha completely naked, he's not confused at all. He's ecstatic, and sore, and he really has to pee, but confused he is not.

“Gross,” Jeff says, from his door way. He comes bearing coffee, so Jared doesn't throw anything at him. “Mike wanted me to tell you that check out is at eleven. That's in an hour, by the way.”

Misha is drooling on his shoulder, morning wood making a valiant attempt to drill a hole in Jared's thigh. His own cock is interested, but his head is pounding. “Misha,” he croaks, grimacing at the sound of his voice. “Hey Mish, wake up.”

Misha blinks up from Jared's arm, sleep-mussed and adorable. “Fuck off,” he grumbles, snuffling down into Jared again.

“He comes bearing coffee,” Jared informs him, nudging him in the cheek with his shoulder. “Come on Mish, we need to wake up. We have enough time to shower if we share,” he grins, laughing when at least some part of Misha shows interest in that.

“Ugh, gross,” Jeff says again. “The coffee isn't free. Mike says Misha has Tylenol? I'm willing to barter.”

“Check his coat,” Jared says, leaning over to fish his pants off the floor. He finds them, piled in with Misha's chaps, and pulls them on beneath the covers. “Come on Misha.”

“Nooooo,” Misha whines, hooking an arm around Jared's waist to keep him in place. “You're not leaving his bed till you're covered in my come.” Misha doesn't bother to whisper it, growling it right against Jared's skin.

Sadly, while Jared should already be covered in come, he isn't. Though they'd been enthusiastic during the cab trip to the hotel, their energy had flagged a bit as soon as they hit the bed. They'd fallen asleep naked, and half hard, which certainly explained why they woke in the same state.

Jeff makes a horrified noise from where he's standing by the door, fishing through Misha's coat pockets. “My brother is still in the room,” Jared tells Misha, with a blush. His dick very much likes the idea, however.

“Don't care,” Misha growls, biting Jared's shoulder.

“Are you still drunk?” Jared asks Misha, trying to wriggle away when Misha gets a hand on his junk. “Misha! Jeff is in the room!”

“Tell him to go away,” Misha says, rolling on top of Jared. “Wanna fuck you.”

Jared intends to do just that, when he looks up to find his brother staring at him in wide eyed shock. “Don't stare!” Jared tells him, incredulous. “Go away!”

“Jared,” Jeff says, his voice suddenly serious. He's holding a piece of paper in his hand, folded and some-what ripped. Jared could fucking care less. “When did you sleep with Alexis?”

It's a stupid question, but with Misha's hand cupping his balls beneath the blankets, Jared just wants Jeff to go away. “July, why?”

“'Cause this paper here says she conceived in June,” Jeff tells him, waving the paper. “It's from Valley Medical, has all her information right there in the corner. Where the hell did this come from?”

Jared jack-knifes up in bed and freezes. Misha must have accidentally grabbed it when she'd hit him with her purse. That also explains where Misha got the pink lipstick. “Oh my God,” Jared breaths, looking down at Misha. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Jeff's face is split into a grin. “Do you know what this means, JT?”

“It's not mine!” Jared launches out of bed, grabbing his brother's face and shaking him by the head. “The baby's not mine!” As much as Jared would like to say he'd come to terms with being a dad, he's so relieved, he's dizzy with it. The urge to vomit is born purely out of excitement and hangover.

He runs out the motel door, searching out Mike's room. What he finds there makes him pause, however. There is a girl in Mike's bed, blonde and petite, sheet's pulled up to cover all her....girl parts. “Jeff's girlfriend,” he addresses her, with a confused look. He should really learn her name. “Uh...sorry. I thought I had Mikes room.” He's pretty sure Mike slapped him on the ass last night and told him he was next door, to the left. Maybe he said right.

“It's Erika,” she says, blushing.

Jeff might have seen Misha naked, but Jared has no interest in seeing Jeff's girlfriend naked. He waves her off. “Uh...Hi. I was looking for Mike, sorry. I'll let you get dressed...sorry for barging in.”

“Morning Jared,” Mike says, from the bathroom door, unabashedly naked and brushing his teeth. “What's up?”

Jared looks around, taking note of Jeff's coat hanging on the chair, and his wallet on the desk. Mike did say next-door-to-the-left. This is Mike's room. “Oh God, Mike! My brother?”

“And his girlfriend,” Mike says, with a foamy grin. The brother-banging bastard. Jared is going seriously have a talk with Jeff. As much as he appreciates Jeff's support, this is a bit much.

“Erika,” Jeff's girlfriend repeats, covering her face in her hands. “Hey, can you blame me? Y'all are so pretty and country fed. Seriously, what does your mother feed you? Misha got to pick a Padalecki and your little sister isn't legal yet.”

“Oh God,” Jared says, shaking the image out of his head. “Just...ugh. Ugh!”

“As amusing as this is,” Mike says with a laugh that suggest how amusing he finds it. “What's up?”

Jared realizes he had a reason for busting into Mike's room and just like that, he's grinning again. The brother-banging issue will have to wait, as will the don't-you-even-look-at-my-sister issue. “The baby's not mine.”

Chaos ensues, but they do manage to get themselves packed into Jeff's girlfriend's van, and back to Jared's house. His shower with Misha is postponed, much to their mutual chagrin, but even Misha agrees that words had to be had with Alexis.

They explain the situation to his parent's, showing them the paper. His mother livid, and it's all his father can do to keep her from marching over to the Bledel's and giving Alexis 'a piece of her mind and a smack to her face, cause baby doll, her face ain't pregnant.'

To every ones surprise, Alexis called Jared.

'We need to talk.'

“Yeah,” Jared agrees, uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Misha, Mike, Tom, Jensen, Jeff, Jeff's girlfriend, and his parents, as they stare at him. “We do. The diner, half an hour?” She wavers for a moment, but he doesn't let her argue, reforming his question into a statement. “The diner, Alexis. Half an hour.”

'Fine.'

“We're coming,” his mother says, slapping her hand down on the counter. Jared almost doesn't want to tell her no, but he also doesn't want to make a big scene. Hell, after all Alexis called him. She could be confessing. He just wants this done and over with.

“No,” he tells her with a shake of her head. “Just me and Misha.”

She's already waiting for him in the parking lot when they pull up in Misha's car. “Well,” he asks, looking at the diner. “Are we going to go in?”

“Do we have to?” She asks, shifting awkwardly on her swollen feet. Alexis must expect an outburst.

“Yeah,” Jared says firmly. “We're not going to stand in a parking lot like this is some drug-deal. We're going to do this like adults.” Alexis pouts, but Jared ignores it in favor of lacing his fingers with Misha's.

They order coffee, Alexis wedged in on her side of the booth, and Jared and Misha on the other. “Look Alexis, I know what this is about, and I really don't think there's much we need to talk about. It's pretty straight forward, don't you think?”

She looks oddly relieved, mouth curving up into a smile. “I do agree, Jared. I have the paperwork ready to be signed. I printed them off the internet after we spoke. I got it notarized yesterday at the bank and everything. All you have to do is sign at the bottom.” Alexis shoves the small stack of paper at Jared eagerly, followed by a pen.

He and Misha both look down at the words before them, eyes going wide in tandem. “These are custody papers,” Jared says, to shocked to muster up any real emotion.

“I thought about what you said,” Alexis says, but Jared doesn't see how that could be true. Putting aside that the baby isn't even his, it hasn't been but a day since he made that offer. She would have had to print them almost instantly in order to make it to the bank on time. She hadn't wasted any time at all. “Like you said, this is probably the only chance you'll get to have a baby. She's yours.”

She. Before this moment, Jared hadn't even known what the baby was. In his head, it had always been just that, an it. “I can't fucking believe you,” Jared says, looking at Alexis in horror. “Alexis, I know the baby isn't mine!”

All the color drains from her face. “What?” She says, in a whispered croak. “Of course it is.”

“You dropped this yesterday,” Misha throws the paper he stole from her on the table. No one really needs to know the details. “When you assaulted me? It says your conception date was in June.”

“We didn't...do what we did until July,” Jared growls. Even now, he cannot put words to that unfortunate event without gagging a little. “Mind, we were dating in June, but I don't even care. Alexis, that baby isn't mine and you knew it!”

The waiter is standing over them coffee pot in hand, and Jared vaguely notes it's the same angry one as before, the Milo Kid. “June, Alexis? June!” Milo the angry waiter growls, glaring down at Alexis“You told me it wasn't mine.”

Jared drops his coffee in surprise, hot liquid spilling over the table's edge and directly into Misha's lap.

“I didn't want it to be yours!” Alexis slams her hand down on the table. “You're seventeen, and poor. My parents would have made me marry you!”

“You would have made Jared give up on his dreams to support you and a kid that wasn't his,” Misha says, surprising Jared with the amount of vehemence in his voice. “You wanted to marry him for money, and when that didn't work out you would have let him raise another man's child, and he would have. Jared never doubted that the kid was his, you know? So you're a greedy, lying whore. I'm pretty sure God frowns upon that.”

“I would never marry you.” Milo laughs as he says it, and Jared has to give him credit; the kid has balls. “But I want my kid.”

Jared hands him the pen.

“What?” Alexis stares at him wide eyed. “You can't raise a baby!”

“He can but I can't?” Milo says, pointing at Jared, and Jared totally agrees. “What the hell does he have that I don't!” The way he says it, Jared kind of wonders if maybe he's asked Alexis this before.

It certainly explains why Milo didn't seem to like him much.

Alexis snatches the pen out of Milo's hand. “You're...you're just a kid! You're not mature enough!” Alexis babbles, and even Jared kind of wants to smack her for that. After all, she thought he was mature enough to sleep with. While dating Jared; he can't help but feel a little bitter about that.

“Seriously Alexis?” Jared says. “He's a year younger then us. And you're the most immature spoiled little brat I've ever met. Why are you fighting him on this?”

“I don't want her,” Alexis says, looking down at her stomach. “But...but I want her to have a good life. I mean...with you she would have...”

“You're under this impression that I have money,” Jared cuts her off. “I don't, Alexis. My parents have money, and they wouldn't have supported me. I would have been expected to raise her myself. And I was going to, but not in Texas! I wasn't going to move back. I would have had to get a job, and my own apartment, and probably do night classes for the next ten years of my life. Not every one has everything handed to them.”

“I have a job,” Milo says, looking at her now. “And my own apartment, and I'm taking night classes. You don't want her, I do. You're the biggest bitch I've ever met Alexis. I swear to God if you don't give that fucking pen to me, I will take your ass to court and air every piece of dirty laundry on you I know.” Balls, the kid has balls. “You don't deserve her.”

“That’s...that's black mail,” Alexis says feebly.

“Do you care?” Jared asks, honestly curious. “He wants her, let him have her.”

“Then go pull that stick out of your ass and grow up,” Misha adds, helpfully. “Stop trying to fuck people over for your own gain.”

EPILOGUE

In the end, no one moves anywhere. They spend another week at Jared's parents. It's possibly one of the most frustrating, awkward weeks Jared has ever spent in his own hime.

Turns out, Misha cannot perform in the Padalecki household. Like his issues with eating foof he's personally met, Misha is not comfortable defiling Jared in a room directly above Jared's parents room. It doesn't matter that Sharon and Gerry have believed them to be boning for weeks now. Jared finds it amusing for the first two days, but by day three he's about ready to kill some one. They leave the car with Mike, Jensen and Tom. Flying gives them a sixteen hour head start anyway.

They use it well.

Jared and Misha move out of the dorms the following year, sharing an apartment with Tom and Jensen. They offer Mike a room too, but he declines. As it turns out, Mike makes an awesome RA, and now that he's convinced Misha doesn't need him anymore...well, he kind of misses having some one to boss around and babysit.

Jared agrees that one Misha is the equivalent to two-hundred freshman.

Misha does not deny it.

Nothing really changes. They still spend everyday together, doing what they do. Jared is still Jared. Misha is still Misha. As Jared isn't going anywhere, Misha does not feel the need to graduate and continues to milk his parents for tuition as long as they are agreeable. Sometimes he steals things, and sometimes he gets arrested.

The only thing that's different is that Jared is now in charge of the bail money. That and they bone.

A lot.

The End.

A/N So, I realize there is no porn in here. Well, other then all that jerkin' off and the dry humping in the van. Oh and Sebastian and Jared frotting. Still, there was just no comfortable way to write in some proper boning. But Misha and Jared deserve it! So, stay tuned for an out-take!