Don't Tell me What to Do Part II 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.
When Jensen was a child, he had loved the circus with all of its noises and smells, like butter and salt and the darker smells of animals and sweat that permeated the Big Top. Now that he was almost twenty, everything seemed different to him, but he was glad that Josh and Mac were having such a wonderful time as they laughed almost hysterically on the spinning ride they were on.
Jensen smiled and waved at them when he came into their line of vision, pushing his sunglasses higher up his nose as they slid down a bit. He felt as if was being watched, and when he looked away from the ride, his breath caught in his throat. Standing on the platform next to the ride that housed the main controls, was the most sensual man Jensen had ever seen. He was wearing a light grey vest that clung almost obscenely to his long, muscled torso, and faded blue jeans that accentuated his long, lithe legs. His dark golden skin glistened with sweat, and his hair fell onto his shoulders in silky chocolate brown strands that were highlighted with lighter browns and golds. His mouth was wide and sinful below a short nose with slightly flared nostrils, and slanted, catlike eyes that glittered in the late morning sun. He ran his tongue along his lips, making them wet, as his gaze slowly slid down Jensen’s body as if he wasn’t wearing a light green button up and beige slacks.
“Jensen!” two voices called shrilly, making him snap his gaze away from the erotic exchange. “Can we have another turn? Pleeeeaaaasssseeee!”
Jensen shook his head, “No guys, I don’t think so. We’d better be getting home soon.”
“Oh Jensen!” they replied, acute disappointment colouring their tone. “Just one more turn!”
“Guys I said-”
“Come on now,” came a slightly husky voice, making Jensen turn and around.
The erotic stranger from the platform stood a mere foot away from Jensen, and he immediately caught his rich, spicy scent on the air. Alpha.
“Let the young ones have another turn, Jensen.”
He wanted to melt at the sound of his name spoken in such a way, as if the stranger was whispering something clandestine in his ear.
“No,” he replied, relieved that his voice didn’t waver. “We have to go. Please let them out.”
The other man-Alpha-bit his lip as his eyes, which were a swirling constellation of blues, greens and gold, flicked up and down Jensen’s slim frame once more.
“Whatever, you say, baby,” he smirked as he hoisted himself back onto the platform and released the securings on the ride.
Josh and Mackenzie made dramatic mournful sounds as they shuffled over to Jensen and let him guide them away from the ride.
“Hey, Jensen!” that husky voice called again.
Jensen reluctantly turned around and met the even gaze of the other man, who was leaning against the metal bar of the platform, his hair tucked behind his one ear and exposing the long, tan column of his throat.
“You dropped this in the dirt, darlin’.”
Jensen cleared his throat and walked towards him, holding out his hand to take the soft, leather wallet held in a strong, long fingered hand.
“Now, now,” the man said mockingly. “How do I know that you’re the Jensen Ross Ackles of number twelve Colton Lane, mmmm?”
“I can assure you that I am,” Jensen replied evenly.
The man raised an arched eyebrow, and pointed at a picture of Justin, dressed in tennis whites and grinning at the camera, “And who is this handsome young man, Jensen? Your husband?”
“That’s Justin,” Josh supplied, grinning.
“He’s Jensen’s fiancé,” Mackenzie piped up. “What’s your name?”
“Mackenzie,” Jensen chastised.
“That’s alright. My name’s Jared Padalecki,” he smiled easily, showing deep dimples, as he finally handed Jensen his wallet. “At your service.”
Mackenzie giggled at that and Josh elbowed his twin as he carried on grinning at Jared.
“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Padalecki,” Jensen replied politely, steering his siblings away.
Justin met up with them, holding a rather hideous purple teddy bear in his hand.
Jensen almost cringed when he heard, “Call me Jared, Jensen.”
Justin turned around at the sound of his fiancé’s name and fixed Jared with a rather heated stare. The other alpha just smiled and gave a small salute before his gaze slid down Jensen’s body like a hot, heavy hand once more, and he turned away.
Continue to Part III of I: http://lightthequiet.livejournal.com/1032.html