Where Have All the Cowboys Gone? Part I of III
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Christian Kane, Jensen/ OMC (minor), Jensen/ OFC (minor)
Word count: 5600± in total over three parts
Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content and language, Rape/ Non-con, underage, voyeurism, bathroom sex, bottom Christian, top Jensen, rimming, anal sex, blowjob, brief vaginal sex
Disclaimer: I own neither Jensen nor Christian, as they are autonomous individuals! Nor do I own Supernatural or any of the programmes with which Christian Kane is affiliated. This is all fiction and none of it happened. I do not write these stories for profit, but rather for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: The title of this story comes from the song of the same name by Paula Cole (which I don't own either). I read another fanfic a while back about Christian being a trucker, and I really liked it. Then I thought that it would be cool if Jensen was a trucker. This story is complete and in three parts on LJ and one on ao3.
Summary:Christian is a teenager in need of a ride, and Jensen's a trucker willing to give him that ride. But it won't end up being that simple.
Also on ao3
Lightning danced along the horizon in the distance and thunder lit the clouds up so that there were brief moments of light in the otherwise dark night. Jensen sat in the warm cab of his truck and listened to a country music radio station. He was slightly startled when a knock came at the passenger side of his truck. He gripped the Smith & Wesson he kept in the compartment next to the driver side door and steering wheel, before he leant over and opened the passenger side door..
He almost laughed at his reaction to getting his gun because there in the pelting rain stood a teenage boy with long brown hair and pale blue eyes. He was of a medium height, but his shoulders were quite broad for his age and he possessed a sort of coiled strength about him.
“What can I do you for, kid?” Jensen asked.
Christian looked at the truck driver wearily for a moment, despite the fact that the guy looked like a Greek god with his golden hair and sharp green eyes, and a mouth that looked as if it had been sculpted by a Renaissance artist. He felt the low burn of arousal in his gut and the strange hope that perhaps he wouldn’t just end up getting a ride from this gorgeous man.
“Hi,” he replied. “I’m Christian and I was wondering if I could get a ride?”
Jensen arched a brow and then smiled tightly, “I’m Jensen. I’m heading north to Maine. I don’t stop unless I have to and if you don’t play by my rules, you get out of the truck. Understand?”
Christian nodded and climbed into the cab. He felt extremely relieved that he didn’t have to stand out in the rain anymore, and he’d also managed to avoid a very unpleasant encounter with one of the other truckers who’d thought he was a prostitute.
The ride was quiet, which was fine by Christian because it gave him the opportunity to sleep. Jensen didn’t want to encourage conversation with the kid at this point because he needed to concentrate on the road in such unfavourable weather. He absently tapped his fingers along to Billy Nelson on the radio and only looked at the kid’s short, straight profile once. When he’d got in the cab, Jensen had realised that he was much better looking than he’d first thought. He had full, soft pink lips below a short nose and large eyes that were framed by black eyelashes that were far thicker than they had a right to be. His skin was smooth and creamy, and Jensen had the ridiculous urge to stroke and kiss it. That thought made him decide that he was definitely not going to sleep with the kid, even if he had looked at Jensen like he would be far from adverse to the idea.
Christian woke up to the feel of the sun shining on his face and warm leather at his back. He felt confused for a moment before he looked next to him and saw Jensen, who was wearing a cowboy hat and a pair of black sunglasses. Christian could see in daylight that his skin was golden and smattered with caramel coloured freckles and a few dark brown beauty spots. The hair on his long, lean arms looked like spun gold in the sunlight.
“Mornin’ Sleeping Beauty,” Jensen smirked. “How’d you sleep?”
Christian blushed slightly at the knowledge that Jensen knew he’d been unabashedly staring at him, “Uh…Morning…I slept fine, thanks.”
“Good,” Jensen replied.
They drove in silence, except for the radio, for about another hour until Jensen pulled into a truck stop that had a diner called Mandy’s.
“Let’s get breakfast,” he said as he killed the engine and gracefully climbed out of the cab.
Christian followed, but almost fell flat onto the asphalt when his foot slipped on the step down. He felt a strong hand encircle his upper arm and pull him upright, and when he looked up he was met with Jensen’s slightly narrowed green eyes.
“Be careful, kiddo,” he drawled. “Don’t wanna scrape up that pretty face.”
Christian’s heart pounded at Jensen’s proximity and his brain kept producing an image of him leaning forward and licking into Jensen’s stunning mouth. Before he could calm his heart or get enough courage to kiss the trucker, Jensen had released his arm and sauntered off to the diner. Christian couldn’t help but admire how firm his behind looked in his well-worn hip hugging jeans. He sighed and followed Jensen into the diner.
They sat down at a booth next to the window, and a pretty little waitress with red hair came up to them, “How ya’ll doing to today? I’m Jessica. What can I get you for breakfast?”
Jensen leaned back in the booth and gave her a slow smile, “I’m fine thanks, darlin’. I’ll have the triple stack with bacon and a black coffee.”
Jessica turned to him, “What can I get you sweetheart?”
“I’ll have the same but with orange juice, thanks,” he smiled shyly.
Jessica tipped her head to the side slightly, “Coming right up.”
Christian idly looked around the diner and noticed a young man with light red hair and blue eyes staring at Jensen. He frowned slightly and looked at the trucker, but it seemed as if Jensen hadn’t even noticed the redhead, despite his pointed gaze.
When Jessica brought their food and realised how hungry he actually was, he forgot about it and ate. They were both silent for the entire meal, Christian not wanting to irritate Jensen. He wondered how long Jensen had been driving from Texas to Maine in his big truck. He also wondered how old Jensen was, because it was hard to tell. He had a very worldly air about him, but didn’t look like he could be older than his late twenties or early thirties.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Jensen said, rousing Christian from his reverie. “Finish up here.”
Christian nodded and took the last sip of his orange juice. He continued to eat until his plate was clean and then he called the waitress over for the bill.
“Oh no honey,” she smiled. “Your friend already paid for everythin’. You have a nice day now.”
Christian was too surprised to say anything and he just nodded before he left the diner. When he got to the truck, it was empty and he wondered where Jensen was. He decided that he might as well take the opportunity to go to the bathroom as well, seen as he didn’t know when they’d be stopping again. As he approached the rather rundown looking bathrooms behind the diner, he heard moans. He was frozen in place for a minute until he decided to investigate, and slowly walked to the back of the building. He almost choked when he saw who it was. Jensen was leaning against the building with his jeans and underwear around his ankles, and the red-haired boy from earlier was on his knees with Jensen’s impressive cock in his mouth.
Christian stood in a daze for a moment until he snapped out of it and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. When he locked one of the stalls and unzipped his pants, he realised that his cock was hard and pulsing with blood. He closed his eyes and furiously masturbated into the toilet, with the image of Jensen gripping the boy’s hair and slowly thrusting into his mouth, on a loop in his head. He came so hard that he felt slightly dizzy afterwards, and had to lean against the graffiti covered bathroom stall for a moment.
When he climbed into the truck, Jensen was waiting and chewing gum. He had his cowboy hat and sunglasses on again, and he didn’t say a word to Christian as he pulled away from the truck stop.
“So Chris,” Jensen said, breaking the silence unexpectedly. “You running away from home?”
Chris looked up from the H.P. Lovecraft paperback he’d been reading and shook his head, “Nope. Just nothing for me there now.”
“Where you from anyways?”
“Dallas.”
Jensen chuckled, and Christian refused to let himself shiver at the delicious sound.
“What’s so funny?” he asked somewhat indignantly.
“Oh nothing. It’s just that I’m from Dallas, too.”
“Really?” Christian asked in surprise.
“Yup. Born and raised on a cattle farm just outside. They called me J.R. back home,” he laughed. “’Cause my name’s Jensen Ross.”
Christian couldn’t help but laugh, too, “So you’re name’s J.R. and you’re from Dallas?”
Jensen smirked slightly, “Always thought I was better looking than Larry Hagman, though.”
Christian had to bite his tongue to stop himself from replying you are.
“How long have you been driving trucks for?” he asked instead, laying his paperback on his thigh.
“’Bout ten years, since I was eighteen,” Jensen shrugged. “I ain’t gonna do it for the rest of my life, though. This is actually my last run.”
So Jensen was ten years older than him, and somehow that did something funny to Christian’s stomach and he felt heat in his groin. He tried to surreptitiously shift the paperback in order to hide his growing arousal.
“What are you going to do now?”
“You sure ask a lot of questions.”
Christian raised an eyebrow, “You started it.”
Jensen smiled slightly, “I guess I did. I’m going to go and buy into my brother’s ranch out in Montana. He raises horses there and treats ones that have problems.”
“So what?” Christian frowned. “Are you like a horse whisperer?”
He shrugged again, “I don’t know. It’s just what I’m good at I guess.”
Christian nodded and they lapsed into silence again. He felt strangely elated at the fact that Jensen had told him something about himself, but he tried not to let it get to his head, it wasn’t like Jensen meant anything special by it.
They stopped at another truck stop where there was a twenty four hour diner, and Christian felt slightly woozy from hunger, but he didn’t tell Jensen that. This time he made sure that he paid his half of the bill, which Jensen seemed displeased about, but Christian was sure he imagined it.
He went into the little convenience store behind the petrol pumps and bought himself snacks to eat on the road so that he wouldn’t pass out. The girl behind the counter was kind of cute and flirted with him a bit, but when he thought about doing anything with her, the image of Jensen getting a blowjob popped into his head and made him pay and leave the store.
Once he’d put his food in his bag in the footwell of the cab, he decided he needed the bathroom. He was more weary this time when he approached them, but he didn’t turn back when he heard the high pitched breaths and deeper moans coming from inside. The main door of the bathrooms was closed, but he it opened it slightly so that he could see inside. The waitress who had served them in the diner was holding onto one of the sinks while Jensen took her from behind. Her underwear was around one ankle and her little skirt was pushed up over her back, to expose the pale curve of her buttocks. Jensen’s jeans and underwear sat at the top of his golden haired thighs, and his cheeks clenched and unclenched as he fucked her. His long fingered hand rested on her lower back as if to keep her in place, and his green eyes were burning slits above his flared nostrils and slightly open mouth.
The waitress let out a breathy little exclamation as she came on his cock and he slammed into her a few more times before his ass clenched and then relaxed. He pulled out of her and Christian could see that his long cock and the condom on it glistened with the waitress’ release. He gently closed the door in order to not be detected, and went to the back of the building where he fingered himself, and masturbated until he came all over the dirty wall while gritting his teeth to stop himself was moaning Jensen’s name.
Part II
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Christian Kane, Jensen/ OMC (minor), Jensen/ OFC (minor)
Word count: 5600± in total over three parts
Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content and language, Rape/ Non-con, underage, voyeurism, bathroom sex, bottom Christian, top Jensen, rimming, anal sex, blowjob, brief vaginal sex
Disclaimer: I own neither Jensen nor Christian, as they are autonomous individuals! Nor do I own Supernatural or any of the programmes with which Christian Kane is affiliated. This is all fiction and none of it happened. I do not write these stories for profit, but rather for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: The title of this story comes from the song of the same name by Paula Cole (which I don't own either). I read another fanfic a while back about Christian being a trucker, and I really liked it. Then I thought that it would be cool if Jensen was a trucker. This story is complete and in three parts on LJ and one on ao3.
Summary:Christian is a teenager in need of a ride, and Jensen's a trucker willing to give him that ride. But it won't end up being that simple.
Also on ao3
Lightning danced along the horizon in the distance and thunder lit the clouds up so that there were brief moments of light in the otherwise dark night. Jensen sat in the warm cab of his truck and listened to a country music radio station. He was slightly startled when a knock came at the passenger side of his truck. He gripped the Smith & Wesson he kept in the compartment next to the driver side door and steering wheel, before he leant over and opened the passenger side door..
He almost laughed at his reaction to getting his gun because there in the pelting rain stood a teenage boy with long brown hair and pale blue eyes. He was of a medium height, but his shoulders were quite broad for his age and he possessed a sort of coiled strength about him.
“What can I do you for, kid?” Jensen asked.
Christian looked at the truck driver wearily for a moment, despite the fact that the guy looked like a Greek god with his golden hair and sharp green eyes, and a mouth that looked as if it had been sculpted by a Renaissance artist. He felt the low burn of arousal in his gut and the strange hope that perhaps he wouldn’t just end up getting a ride from this gorgeous man.
“Hi,” he replied. “I’m Christian and I was wondering if I could get a ride?”
Jensen arched a brow and then smiled tightly, “I’m Jensen. I’m heading north to Maine. I don’t stop unless I have to and if you don’t play by my rules, you get out of the truck. Understand?”
Christian nodded and climbed into the cab. He felt extremely relieved that he didn’t have to stand out in the rain anymore, and he’d also managed to avoid a very unpleasant encounter with one of the other truckers who’d thought he was a prostitute.
The ride was quiet, which was fine by Christian because it gave him the opportunity to sleep. Jensen didn’t want to encourage conversation with the kid at this point because he needed to concentrate on the road in such unfavourable weather. He absently tapped his fingers along to Billy Nelson on the radio and only looked at the kid’s short, straight profile once. When he’d got in the cab, Jensen had realised that he was much better looking than he’d first thought. He had full, soft pink lips below a short nose and large eyes that were framed by black eyelashes that were far thicker than they had a right to be. His skin was smooth and creamy, and Jensen had the ridiculous urge to stroke and kiss it. That thought made him decide that he was definitely not going to sleep with the kid, even if he had looked at Jensen like he would be far from adverse to the idea.
Christian woke up to the feel of the sun shining on his face and warm leather at his back. He felt confused for a moment before he looked next to him and saw Jensen, who was wearing a cowboy hat and a pair of black sunglasses. Christian could see in daylight that his skin was golden and smattered with caramel coloured freckles and a few dark brown beauty spots. The hair on his long, lean arms looked like spun gold in the sunlight.
“Mornin’ Sleeping Beauty,” Jensen smirked. “How’d you sleep?”
Christian blushed slightly at the knowledge that Jensen knew he’d been unabashedly staring at him, “Uh…Morning…I slept fine, thanks.”
“Good,” Jensen replied.
They drove in silence, except for the radio, for about another hour until Jensen pulled into a truck stop that had a diner called Mandy’s.
“Let’s get breakfast,” he said as he killed the engine and gracefully climbed out of the cab.
Christian followed, but almost fell flat onto the asphalt when his foot slipped on the step down. He felt a strong hand encircle his upper arm and pull him upright, and when he looked up he was met with Jensen’s slightly narrowed green eyes.
“Be careful, kiddo,” he drawled. “Don’t wanna scrape up that pretty face.”
Christian’s heart pounded at Jensen’s proximity and his brain kept producing an image of him leaning forward and licking into Jensen’s stunning mouth. Before he could calm his heart or get enough courage to kiss the trucker, Jensen had released his arm and sauntered off to the diner. Christian couldn’t help but admire how firm his behind looked in his well-worn hip hugging jeans. He sighed and followed Jensen into the diner.
They sat down at a booth next to the window, and a pretty little waitress with red hair came up to them, “How ya’ll doing to today? I’m Jessica. What can I get you for breakfast?”
Jensen leaned back in the booth and gave her a slow smile, “I’m fine thanks, darlin’. I’ll have the triple stack with bacon and a black coffee.”
Jessica turned to him, “What can I get you sweetheart?”
“I’ll have the same but with orange juice, thanks,” he smiled shyly.
Jessica tipped her head to the side slightly, “Coming right up.”
Christian idly looked around the diner and noticed a young man with light red hair and blue eyes staring at Jensen. He frowned slightly and looked at the trucker, but it seemed as if Jensen hadn’t even noticed the redhead, despite his pointed gaze.
When Jessica brought their food and realised how hungry he actually was, he forgot about it and ate. They were both silent for the entire meal, Christian not wanting to irritate Jensen. He wondered how long Jensen had been driving from Texas to Maine in his big truck. He also wondered how old Jensen was, because it was hard to tell. He had a very worldly air about him, but didn’t look like he could be older than his late twenties or early thirties.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Jensen said, rousing Christian from his reverie. “Finish up here.”
Christian nodded and took the last sip of his orange juice. He continued to eat until his plate was clean and then he called the waitress over for the bill.
“Oh no honey,” she smiled. “Your friend already paid for everythin’. You have a nice day now.”
Christian was too surprised to say anything and he just nodded before he left the diner. When he got to the truck, it was empty and he wondered where Jensen was. He decided that he might as well take the opportunity to go to the bathroom as well, seen as he didn’t know when they’d be stopping again. As he approached the rather rundown looking bathrooms behind the diner, he heard moans. He was frozen in place for a minute until he decided to investigate, and slowly walked to the back of the building. He almost choked when he saw who it was. Jensen was leaning against the building with his jeans and underwear around his ankles, and the red-haired boy from earlier was on his knees with Jensen’s impressive cock in his mouth.
Christian stood in a daze for a moment until he snapped out of it and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. When he locked one of the stalls and unzipped his pants, he realised that his cock was hard and pulsing with blood. He closed his eyes and furiously masturbated into the toilet, with the image of Jensen gripping the boy’s hair and slowly thrusting into his mouth, on a loop in his head. He came so hard that he felt slightly dizzy afterwards, and had to lean against the graffiti covered bathroom stall for a moment.
When he climbed into the truck, Jensen was waiting and chewing gum. He had his cowboy hat and sunglasses on again, and he didn’t say a word to Christian as he pulled away from the truck stop.
“So Chris,” Jensen said, breaking the silence unexpectedly. “You running away from home?”
Chris looked up from the H.P. Lovecraft paperback he’d been reading and shook his head, “Nope. Just nothing for me there now.”
“Where you from anyways?”
“Dallas.”
Jensen chuckled, and Christian refused to let himself shiver at the delicious sound.
“What’s so funny?” he asked somewhat indignantly.
“Oh nothing. It’s just that I’m from Dallas, too.”
“Really?” Christian asked in surprise.
“Yup. Born and raised on a cattle farm just outside. They called me J.R. back home,” he laughed. “’Cause my name’s Jensen Ross.”
Christian couldn’t help but laugh, too, “So you’re name’s J.R. and you’re from Dallas?”
Jensen smirked slightly, “Always thought I was better looking than Larry Hagman, though.”
Christian had to bite his tongue to stop himself from replying you are.
“How long have you been driving trucks for?” he asked instead, laying his paperback on his thigh.
“’Bout ten years, since I was eighteen,” Jensen shrugged. “I ain’t gonna do it for the rest of my life, though. This is actually my last run.”
So Jensen was ten years older than him, and somehow that did something funny to Christian’s stomach and he felt heat in his groin. He tried to surreptitiously shift the paperback in order to hide his growing arousal.
“What are you going to do now?”
“You sure ask a lot of questions.”
Christian raised an eyebrow, “You started it.”
Jensen smiled slightly, “I guess I did. I’m going to go and buy into my brother’s ranch out in Montana. He raises horses there and treats ones that have problems.”
“So what?” Christian frowned. “Are you like a horse whisperer?”
He shrugged again, “I don’t know. It’s just what I’m good at I guess.”
Christian nodded and they lapsed into silence again. He felt strangely elated at the fact that Jensen had told him something about himself, but he tried not to let it get to his head, it wasn’t like Jensen meant anything special by it.
They stopped at another truck stop where there was a twenty four hour diner, and Christian felt slightly woozy from hunger, but he didn’t tell Jensen that. This time he made sure that he paid his half of the bill, which Jensen seemed displeased about, but Christian was sure he imagined it.
He went into the little convenience store behind the petrol pumps and bought himself snacks to eat on the road so that he wouldn’t pass out. The girl behind the counter was kind of cute and flirted with him a bit, but when he thought about doing anything with her, the image of Jensen getting a blowjob popped into his head and made him pay and leave the store.
Once he’d put his food in his bag in the footwell of the cab, he decided he needed the bathroom. He was more weary this time when he approached them, but he didn’t turn back when he heard the high pitched breaths and deeper moans coming from inside. The main door of the bathrooms was closed, but he it opened it slightly so that he could see inside. The waitress who had served them in the diner was holding onto one of the sinks while Jensen took her from behind. Her underwear was around one ankle and her little skirt was pushed up over her back, to expose the pale curve of her buttocks. Jensen’s jeans and underwear sat at the top of his golden haired thighs, and his cheeks clenched and unclenched as he fucked her. His long fingered hand rested on her lower back as if to keep her in place, and his green eyes were burning slits above his flared nostrils and slightly open mouth.
The waitress let out a breathy little exclamation as she came on his cock and he slammed into her a few more times before his ass clenched and then relaxed. He pulled out of her and Christian could see that his long cock and the condom on it glistened with the waitress’ release. He gently closed the door in order to not be detected, and went to the back of the building where he fingered himself, and masturbated until he came all over the dirty wall while gritting his teeth to stop himself was moaning Jensen’s name.
Part II