Don't Tell Me What to Do Part IV of I
Title: Don't Tell Me What To Do
Category: M/M
Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Jensen Ackles/Justin Hartley
Disclaimer:I don't own anything or anybody. None of this ever happened!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen Ackles has the perfect life. He has been raised in one of the most powerful families in Louisiana, and his marriage to Justin Hartley will unite two very influential families. He has been molded into the perfect Southern omega. Until he meets Jared: a mysterious Alpha who is everything that Jensen shouldn't be getting involved with. Something about Jared has Jensen both burning with desire and panicked at the prospect of admitting hidden emotions. Something which may just ruin his perfect life.
“I wish I didn’t have to go away with my father this weekend. I’d much rather stay here with you,” Justin sighed, as he and Jensen lay on the hammock in Jensen’s backyard.
Jensen watched as blues and oranges, intertwined with soft pinks, lined the late afternoon sky, the trees black silhouettes as the birds chirped their evening calls to one another.
“Jensen? Are you listening to what I’m saying?” Justin asked sulkily.
Jensen turned to him, willing his best smile to appear, “Of course I am, honey. My head’s just full of wedding plans is all.”
Justin seemed soothed by Jensen’s reply, “Alright then.”
Jensen smoothed his hand down Justin’s shoulder, “Don’t moan about going with your daddy.”
Justin sighed, “He wants me to study pre-law at Ole Miss and law at Harvard, and he wants to show me the ropes so that I can get into both of them, but sometimes I wish that he didn’t have such high expectations.”
“You could always become a professional golfer,” Jensen smiled.
“I think you’d make a fine golfer’s wife,” Justin replied, laying a kiss on Jensen’s beautiful jawline.
“But you’ll make a better one for a lawyer.”
“Oh will I now, Mr. Hartley?”
“Yes you will,” he nodded, sliding his hand up the back of Jensen’s polo shirt as his lips trailed down his neck. “I’ll come home from court everyday, and you’ll be waiting for me.”
Jensen moaned as Justin kissed his lips, his tongue sliding along his mouth.
You taste damn good, baby
Jensen gently pushed Justin away, making his fiancé frown and let out a huff of annoyance.
“You’d better get home,” Jensen said, his voice slightly strained. “I’ll walk you out to your car.”
Justin stared at him for a moment before he climbed off the hammock, and Jensen followed him to the driveway where his car was parked.
He pulled Jensen against him when they were next to the car, “Why don’t we go for a drive, stop at a motel.”
Jensen played with Justin’s collar, images of Jared’s hot mouth around him filling his mind, and rendering him incapable of saying yes to his fiancé.
“We’ve got to save something for our wedding night, now don't we?” he said. “Tell your mommy and daddy that I say hello, and that I’m saving a special dance for your daddy at the wedding.”
Justin sighed in resignation as he chastely kissed Jensen and climbed into his car. When Jensen went back inside, his parents and the twins were sitting and playing monopoly in the living room.
“Justin gone, honey?” Jensen’s mother asked.
“Yes mama.”
“I feel so bad for leaving you alone this weekend with us and Justin both going away,” his daddy said.
“Are you sure you don't want to come with us?”
Jensen shook his head, “As you say, daddy, it’s only for the weekend. I’ll be just fine. Besides, I have so many last minute details to see to for the wedding, and I was thinking of visiting granny.”
“Good idea,” his mamma smiled.
“Well I’m off to bed. Wake me in the morning so I can say goodbye.”
They all hummed their agreement as Jensen climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
He was undressing when the landline phone in his bedroom started ringing. He felt a bit confused about who would want to phone at this time of night, and then remembered that he’d left his cellphone downstairs, so maybe it was Justin phoning him about something.
“Did you forget something?” he answered, a small smile on his lips.
“What would I have forgotten, baby?” came the husky reply.
Jensen’s hand immediately tightened around the phone, the plastic creaking in protest.
“How did you get this number?” he demanded hotly.
“Now, now, baby, no need to get all pent up,” Jared replied smoothly. “I got it from a little old thing called a phone directory.”
“What do you want?” he whispered, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead.
“I think you know what I want, Jensen. I want you lying underneath me, panting and begging for me to knot you. And you know what?”
“What?” he asked shakily.
“I’m going to get what I want.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen hissed before slamming the telephone back into the cradle.
He sat on his bed, smoothing his shaky hands down his pants and willing himself not panic at how aroused Jared’s words had made him feel.
Continue to Part V of I: http://lightthequiet.livejournal.com/1712.html