Don't Tell Me What to Do Part VII 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.
He woke up early the next morning and went for a run. He resolutely tried to ignore the throbbing he felt at his entrance, and turned his iPod volume up to drown out any thoughts of what he had done with Jared.
When he was showered and dressed, he drove to his grandmother’s house, which was the largest and finest in the whole parish, and perhaps even in Louisiana. It was even larger than Jensen’s parents’ house, and set farther back from the road. The drive was long and straight, lined with oak trees, who had a symbiotic relationship with the moss growing on their great trunks. When Jensen was a little boy, he had always imagined that Tara, from Gone with the Wind, looked like his grandmother’s house.
Cicely, his grandmother’s housekeeper, who had been with her since his grandmother’s marriage some six decades before, opened the door. As usual, she was dressed in a simple black button up dress with a lace trimmed white pinafore and sensible black lace up shoes. Her eyes lit up when she saw Jensen walking up the porch steps.
“Oh Jensen!” she cried, before hugging him tightly and kissing him on the cheek. “How are you?”
“Hello Cicely,” he replied, returning her hug and kiss. “I’m just fine, and you?”
“Oh you know me, carrying on,” she replied, petting his arm. “I see your daddy bought you a new car. I can still remember when Jessica’s daddy bought her a new car. It was all white with the softest tan leather interior and gold rimmed tyres. The most beautiful car I’d ever seen.”
Jensen smiled, “Where’s granny?”
“In the yard. Just go on through the conservatory and I’ll bring some nice, cool lemonade out in a minute.”
“You’re a gem, Cicely.”
She giggled before ushering him in the direction of the conservatory and disappearing into the kitchen. His grandmother was sitting on a lounge chair under a large umbrella, and dressed in her usual attire of white shawl, hat and casual pants suit. Her silver hair was perfectly styled and large tortoise shell sunglasses shielded her eyes from the glare.
At the age of eighteen, Jessica Lange had been married to Beuford Lange, the most virile and handsome alpha in the entire parish. He was also the most powerful and wealthy, descending from a line of esteemed alphas and omegas who had been generals in the civil war and pioneers in new industry, and famous hostesses and unsurpassed homemakers. Jessica’s own family was no less impressive, her maiden name being Chevalier, a grand old family with old money, who could trace their roots back to the finest French aristocracy and even a few French kings.
“Hello granny,” he greeted, kissing her cheek before sitting in the chair beside her.
“Why Jensen,” she smiled. “What brings you all the way out here, honey?”
“I just wanted to see you is all, and have a nice talk.”
“Is something the matter?” she prompted, patting Jensen’s hand. “Are you and Justin alright?”
Jensen nodded, “Justin and I are just fine, granny. I wanted to ask you a question, though.”
“What is it, Jensen?”
“I wanted to ask if you ever had any-second thoughts before you got married. It’s just that I sometimes feel like I haven't had enough time for myself. Have you ever felt that way?”
“Jensen, when I was your age I was expecting my first child, and my father had just died, leaving me with all the responsibilities of the family.
Even though your grandfather was a fine gentleman, he wasn’t very much help to me,” she explained. “Second thoughts have never been a luxury that I have afforded myself, and you shouldn’t indulge in them either.”
Jensen sighed before nodding, “It’s just that… I-love Justin, but we’ve known each other for so long that it’s like…sometimes I feel like I haven’t seen enough, or known enough people.”
His grandmother made a dismissive gesture, “Well that is just the silliest and most fanciful thing I’ve ever heard you say, Jensen. You know, I’ve watched you all your life, at parties when you interacted with boys and girls, and I’ve wondered who you were going to choose. When you told me it was going to be Justin, you could have knocked me over with a feather I was so happy and surprised. The Hartleys are one of the finest families in the country, all pure bred alphas and omegas, and some very fine betas. The Ackles and Lange name joining with the Hartleys is more than we could ever have hoped for. Now, I won't hear you talk any more about these silly regrets. You’re just getting a few pre-wedding jitters is all.”
Jensen wanted to protest, but he could see that he would be getting no council from his grandmother on the subject. In her eyes everything was neatly settled, and Jensen was just being spoilt and young.
“Now tell me all about the wedding plans,” she prompted. “Your mother came by the other day and showed me the colour schemes, which are just so fine.”
Jensen dutifully talked about his wedding plans while Cicely brought the lemonade out and poured it into tall, chilled glasses with mint leaves. Jessica patted her hand when she passed her her lemonade, and Jensen thought with a spark of anger at how she had always treated her “help” like children or prized pets.
When their visit drew to an end, Jensen got up and kissed his grandmother on the cheek.
“Bye granny. It was lovely to see you again.”
“You too, sweetheart.”
When he got to the conservatory door, she called, “Oh Jensen. I wanted to tell you that I’ve arranged, upon my death, for you to inherit my entire estate, including this house and all the land, right up to Onyx Junction.”
Jensen stared at her in shock before he whispered, “Thank you, granny.”
“We’re both so proud of you,” Cicely said, taking his hand in both of hers. “You deserve it, honey.”
Jensen nodded, feeling his throat become tight before he turned away and left the house. When Jessica could hear his car pull away, she picked her cellphone up from the table beside her.
“Hello Sheriff,” she said.
“Why hello, Jessica,” he replied. “How are you, darlin’?”
“I’m just fine. I wanted to ask you if you’d do a favour for me. It’s to do with Jensen.”
“Of course. What can I do?”
“It’s so close to his wedding, and the poor child’s been acting so nervous. I wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on him for me. Just to make sure that everything’s alright.”
“Of course, Jessica. I’ll keep a real close eye on him.”
“Thank you, Sheriff.”
“I can’t wait for that lovely wedding. You be sure to save me a dance.”
“I will, Sheriff,” she said, before saying goodbye and hanging up.
She’d find out what was going on with Jensen, and make sure that whatever it was, it wouldn’t interfere with his future.