A Lesson A Day (could kill you)... Part 19
Jared was lagging by the time he dragged Jensen into the small building. His side hurt, he thought he’d pulled a few stitches and his terror was so overwhelming he thought he would explode with it. Slowly Jensen started waking up, groaning in pain.
“Oh thank God,” Jared hissed in his ear. “Jen, baby, I need you to help me here.”
Eventually Jensen managed to find purchase with his feet and Jared finally got Jensen inside, helping Jensen to sit on the ground. Jared let his gaze run around the room. He recognised it, he’d been here many times with Michael. Right where he was standing was where Michael had first fucked him. Slowly, Jared turned to face Michael, trying to appear strong and not the weak and terrified little boy he now felt like.
“Please, just let him go,” Jared begged, indicating to Jensen. “You’ve got me, you don’t need him.”
Michael locked the door and pulled a bolt across. After fixing a padlock to it he tossed a pair of hand cuffs to Jared, completely ignoring Jared’s pleas.
“Lock him up, to that pipe,” Michael ordered raising his gun at them and nodding to the pipe that ran across the back wall.
“No, Jared, don’t,” Jensen said, still groggy from the blow to the head.
“I could always just shoot you,” Michael warned.
“Someone would hear the shot,” Jensen smirked bravely.
“Not likely, we’re in an old part of the school that hasn’t been used for years, plus it’s the weekend, there’s no one here but us,” Michael said smugly. “Now, tie him up, baby boy, I want him to see how to really handle you.”
Jared watched the exchanged like a tennis match. He knew Michael was right, no one would hear anything coming from here, they never had. Jared had screamed his lungs out in this room plenty of times, Michael had often encouraged it, and not once had anyone heard and come to his aid.
With tears in his eyes and a heavy heart, Jared slowly led Jensen to the pipe and guided him to sit on the ground, then he fixed the cuffs around Jensen’s wrists, looping the restraints securely around the pipe above Jensen’s head; there was no way for Jensen to get away.
“I’m so sorry,” Jared sobbed, not able to look Jensen in the eyes.
“Jay, listen to me, don’t let him do this. You’re stronger than this. He doesn’t control you anymore,” Jensen begged Jared to listen to him but Jared knew Jensen was wrong, he wasn’t strong enough and there was no way he was putting Jensen in anymore danger because of him, he just wouldn’t. Now was not the time to make waves.
“I think that’s where you’re wrong, isn’t he baby boy? He doesn’t understand what we share together,” Michael said surprisingly softly, coming up behind Jared a slipping his hand over Jared’s cock. Jared forced himself to remain still, to not flinch away from Michael’s touch, no matter how much it sickened him. “I think it’s about time we show him, don’t you?”
Now Jared’s eyes locked with Jensen’s. He could see Jensen pleading with him, trying to lend him his strength, but nothing was getting through, only Michael’s hand rubbing Jared’s cock.
“Come on, baby boy, get yourself hard for me,” Michael hissed in Jared’s ear. Jared closed his eyes, willing himself to get hard, opening himself up to the sensations Michael tried to stimulate in him. Gradually, he felt himself hardening, Michael’s hand curled around him through his jeans and squeezing just on the side of too hard causing Jared to whimper quietly. Jared bit his lip trying to stay quiet, he didn’t want to give Michael anymore satisfaction than possible. “There’s a good boy, see, you can do it, I’m so proud of you Jared. Now, get on your knees.”
Slowly, Jared turned around and fell to his knees, his memories of the amount of times he’d done this as commanded taking over his brain and controlling his movements as if on autopilot.
“You know what to do,” Michael told him, slipping his hand through Jared’s hair.
Jared was acutely aware of Jensen watching, he forced himself not to look at him, to focus on the task at hand. Maybe if he did this it would all be over and he could go back to his life. Jared felt himself shutting down, cutting off his emotions as best he could, just like he used to, because if he allowed himself to feel he wouldn’t be able to hold it together.
“Jay, don’t,” Jensen whispered. Suddenly, a gun shot rang out and Jensen screamed in agony. Jared snapped his eyes to Jensen in alarm, he could see Jensen’s arm was bleeding badly and Jared’s heart nearly stopped. Michael had shot him, had shot Jensen. What if he’d killed him? Jared couldn’t breathe.
“Isn’t he lucky I’m such a good shot?” Michael said softly, tipping Jared’s head up to look at him and Jared fought to control his breathing, he wouldn’t freak out, not now, not when Jensen’s life would be the cost. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t just kill him?” Jared nodded quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “Well, aren’t you going to thank me?”
“T-thank you,” Jared stuttered quietly, more tears falling from his eyes.
“That’s not the thanks I meant, baby boy,” Michael said sternly and yet he still managed to keep a softness to his voice. When Jared appeared to hesitate Michael frowned. “Do you love him?”
Jared looked up at Michael who just stared down at him. Jared knew that Michael would see if he tried to lie.
“Yes,” Jared confessed. He hadn’t wanted this to be the way Jensen found out, but he couldn’t not say it now. “Yes, I love him. I’m in love with him.”
“Then it’s up to you to keep him safe, just like I kept you safe,” Michael told him and Jared nodded. He understood. He knew what was expected of him and he knew that if he didn’t do it, Jensen would be killed and probably himself too. Slowly and with trembling hands, Jared opened Michael’s pants and pulled his dick out. It still looked the same, even after all these years and Jared cringed at the sight of it. He wanted to rip of off, he wanted… he wanted a lot of things he couldn’t have and now wasn’t the time to get angry, he had to remain calm.
“There’s a good boy, now before you start, I want to see you.”
Jared’s eyes snapped up to Michael’s, seeing the want and the power in them and wilting under their glare.
“Please, don’t?” Jared begged brokenly. In reply Michael simply raised the gun and aimed it at Jensen again. Quickly Jared started pulling at his clothes, yanking his t-shirt over his head.
“Can I at least tie this around his arm so he doesn’t bleed out?” Jared asked, as encouragement he rubbed his face against Michael’s dick, flicking out his tongue and licking at the head for a split second. Michael sucked in a quick breath.
“Be quick, baby boy,” Michael said breathily.
Jared dashed to Jensen’s side, quickly tying his t-shirt tightly around his arm, stopping the blood flow.
“Jared, don’t do this, you don’t have to do this,” Jensen said sharply but quietly, pleading Jared to put a stop to everything. And really, if Jared knew of a way then he would, but he didn’t.
“You don’t understand, he will kill you, and me, I have to do this. But don’t worry, I’ve done it before, I can handle it,” Jared whispered and he quickly brushed his lips against Jensen’s cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “Please stay quiet?”
Jared backed away from Jensen, watching the tears fall down Jensen’s face as he shook his head at Jared, mouthing the word ‘don’t’ over and over again. Jared’s heart clenched. If he did this and they survived, would Jensen ever be able to touch him again? Or would he be repulsed by the sight of him, by his touch, by what Jared was about to allow to happen.
Turning away defeated, Jared got on his knees in front of Michael again, taking his dick in his hand and stoking it to full hardness, his heart slowly turning to stone.
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” Michael questioned softly. Cringing, Jared got back to his feet and pulled off the rest of his cloths until he was completely naked, shame colouring his cheeks, then he knelt in front of Michael again and wait for instructions.
“Oh Jared. You’re even more beautiful that you used to be. Now let’s see if my baby boy finally became a man.” Reluctantly, Jared took Michael in his hand again. “Uh, that’s it, baby boy, show me you haven’t forgotten everything I taught you,” Michael moaned, he twisted his hand painfully in Jared’s hair, holding his head close against his groin. “I see you kept your hair long, just as I like it, there’s my good boy.”
Jared fought against the nausea and opened his mouth to take Michael’s cock. Michael groaned above him and it was like all his nightmares suddenly becoming reality. Jared closed his eyes and took Michael deep into his throat, working his tongue just the way he’d been taught to, those lessons he would never be able to forget. “Fucking look at me,” Michael snarled and yanked at his head. Remembering, Jared quickly raised his eyes to meet Michael’s, he wasn’t allowed to look away, Michael liked to see the tears in his eyes and the tears fell, drenching his cheeks.
He sucked harder, deep throating Michael, just the way he remembered he liked it. Suddenly, Michael was fucking his mouth and all Jared could do was open up and take it, keeping his eyes fixed on Michael’s through his tears.
~~~
Jensen watched in horror as Jared opened his mouth to Michael, taking his cock inside his mouth. He watched Michael’s hands tighten in Jared’s hair and noticed Jared wince slightly at the pain.
His eyes ran up to Michael’s and that’s when he noticed Michael was staring at him. Jensen glared right back, swearing with his eyes that he would kill the son of a bitch.
He listened as Michael praised Jared, all the while smirking at Jensen, showing him what he could never have. But Jensen knew that he didn’t understand. This wasn’t the Jared he wanted, he didn’t want a sub, he wanted a partner, someone to share things with not someone to take things from.
He pulled against his restraints again, ignoring the pain in his arm, too fuelled on anger to worry about it. He new he was crying, his chest was heaving and painfully tight and he wanted to wipe away the sight before his eyes, but he daren’t look away, if he did that then he would be abandoning Jared, and there was nothing in this world that would make him do that.
Michael turned his attention back to Jared, noticing that Jared’s eyes were squeezing shut, his lips pulled into a snarl and Jensen winced when Michael yanked on Jared’s hair, ordering Jared to look at him. Jared did as he was told and then it was like Jensen was forgotten. It was just Michael and Jared, their eyes locked together. Michael’s cold and hard, and Jared’s pained and tearful and so damn scared Jensen thought he would die.
Still gripping with one hand, Michael began to pump in and out of Jared’s mouth, he forced himself so deep Jensen didn’t know how Jared wasn’t choking on him. But Jared’s eyes didn’t leave Michael’s for a second; he let Michael fuck his mouth and just took everything given to him. Jensen heart broke for Jared, little by little.
~~~
Suddenly, Michael was pulling out, Jared frowned; Michael hadn’t come yet, why was he stopping? Michael dropped to his knees, staring Jared in his confused eyes.
“Kiss me,” he ordered, and Jared immediately leaned forward to kiss him. Michael pulled away in disgust. “No, kiss me like you were kissing him.”
Jared followed Michael’s gaze to where Jensen sat panting with the pain in his arm, tears falling down his pale face and murder in his eyes. Jensen shook his head, begging Jared not to do it, Jared tried his best to send him a reassuring smile. He could never kiss Michael like he kissed Jensen, because when he kissed Jensen he actually felt something other than disgust. He enjoyed kissing Jensen, he loved kissing him; there was no way he could imitate that with Michael. But had to try and fake it, give Michael something he hadn’t since they had first gotten together, back when Jared really did have feelings for him.
He turned back to Michael and grabbed him by the head, crashing their lips together, closing his eyes and kissing him deeply, shoving his tongue inside and licking around Michael’s mouth. He could hear Jensen sob and silently apologised to him, hoping Jensen could tell the difference in the kisses.
“There’s my boy,” Michael announced when he pulled away suddenly. Then he spun Jared around and shoved him onto his hands and knees. Jared hung his head in shame and defeat; he knew what was to come next. “You’ve been such a good boy, Jared; it’s time for your reward.” Michael grabbed Jared’s hips and pulled his ass back to meet the head of his cock.
“You want your reward don’t you, baby boy?” Michael asked softly and Jared nodded, his tears dripping onto the floor. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, please, I-I’ve been s-so good,” Jared stammered, the words burning his throat as they came out, his voice rough from where his mouth had been fucked raw. “Please, c-can I have m-my reward?”
“Of course you can, baby, but you have to do something for me first,” Michael told him, rubbing a soothing hand over his back while pushing his dick against Jared’s entrance, like a constant threat that Jared took very seriously.
“Anything,” Jared chocked on the word, wanting to give Michael nothing.
“Look at him,” Michael ordered and Jared forced himself to look at Jensen, seeing the blood trailing down his raised arms and soaking into his t-shirt, Jared couldn’t tell if he was bleeding too badly or not, he just hoped he could get him to a hospital in time. “Now, tell him who you love and why.”
“I-” Jared stopped, his face and heart crumbling. Michael pulled on his hair painfully. “Ah, I love Michael,” Jared cried, his automatic reflexes to obey kicking in. “I love Michael because he’s so good to me; h-he makes me f-feel special and makes me feel s-so good. He l-looks after me l-like no one else c-can and I-I love him with all my h-heart.” Jared sobbed, forcing himself to keep eye contact with Jensen, afraid of what would happen if he didn’t, but he tried desperately to tell Jensen with his eyes that nothing he said was true, he didn’t mean a word of it.
Jensen’s face was filled with so many emotions, hate, anger, remorse, guilt, sorrow, disgust, but the most important, the one Jared focused on was love, he could see love in Jensen’s eyes and it was directed at him. Knowing his face was away from Michael’s, Jared bore his eyes into Jensen’s and mouthed the words I love you.
He saw Jensen nod slightly and managed a small smile. Jensen knew, he knew what was really in his heart no matter what he was forced to say and that gave him some hope. Resigned to his fate Jared returned the smile, tiny as it was, it was something, something they could have for each other, something that no one could take from them, and they needed that right now.
“Good boy, now what do you want me to do? What do you want for your reward?” Michael asked and Jared’s smile disappeared. Of course Michael would make him ask for it, make him beg. Suddenly, Michael pulled Jared’s hair, yanking his head back. “And I’d be very careful about the answer you give if I were you,” he warned, turning Jared’s head to see the gun aimed at Jensen. Jared’s eyes widened, his stomach clenched and his breath caught in his throat.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jared said automatically, urgently, his terrified eyes never leaving the gun that was trained so perfectly on Jensen. “I want you to make me feel so good.”
“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” Michael growled and pushed his cock into Jared’s hole. At first Jared thought he was going to be gentle, but as soon as he’d breached the opening he slammed himself home and Jared screamed in agony. “Ah, so fucking tight baby boy. Have you been saving yourself for me all these years?” Michael moaned as he fucked Jared hard. Jared’s screams didn’t die out, the pain was too intense, every thrust split him open, shooting agonising bolts through his body.
“Look at him,” Michael ordered. “Show him how good I make you feel.” Jared’s head was twisted to stay locked on Jensen; he could see Jensen fighting with his restraints desperately trying to get himself free.
“Tell me, baby boy, let me hear it,” Michael cried as he fucked into Jared’s body.
“Ah, s-so good, it feels so g-good. F-fuck me h-harder. Please,” Jared managed to force out, his voice almost giving up on him, while his eyes tried to draw strength from Jensen’s. But all he saw in Jensen’s eyes now was pain and despair.
As requested, that thrusts became harder. Michael gripped his waist and pulled him back firmly, slapping them together faster and faster. The stitches on Jared’s stomach pulled and Jared felt his wound being torn open, but that was nothing to the torture of being fucked so brutally.
Jared’s thighs shook with the effort to stay upright, he clenched his fists on the floor and ground his teeth. He could hear Jensen calling out his name, Jensen was screaming at him, telling Michael to stop, but that wouldn’t happen, not until Michael was done.
~~~
When Jared kissed Michael, Jensen felt a surge of jealousy rage through him, he almost looked away, a sob breaking through and escaping his mouth. But as he watched, he realised that Jared wasn’t doing as Michael asked. That was nothing like how Jared kissed Jensen, it was hard and rough and passionless.
When Jared kissed Jensen it was always soft and slow, careful and deliberate with every move he made. Of course, sometimes it would become intense, but it was always filled with passion and desire, nothing like what Jared was giving Michael now.
Jensen understood, and as much as he hated it, he knew that Michael had been trying to drive a wedge between them, take something from them, but Jensen understood now that that would never happen. Everything Michael took was fake.
Michael appeared satisfied with his fake kiss, but then he was forcing Jared onto his hands and knees, praising him for being good, making Jared ask for more.
When Michael forced Jared to talk about how much he loved Michael, Jensen tuned it out, knowing none of it was true. He tried to show Jared how much he loved him in just a glance, and when Jared mouthed ‘I love you,’ Jensen smiled. Jared smiled back, and for a moment it was just the two of them; Michael couldn’t get into their world. It was just a moment, but it was something.
Jensen flinched as the gun was pointed back at him again, but he raised his head, gritting his teeth as he listened to Jared begging Michael to fuck him. He tried so hard to remain still, to not show how much all this was getting to him, when in reality he wanted to beat Michael to death with his bare hands, choke the very life from him, rip him apart, then curl around Jared, keeping him safe and finding that place in Jared’s arms where everything was always okay.
But he couldn’t, not the way Jared screamed when Michael forced himself into Jared’s body. Jensen had never heard anything like it. Jared was howling in pain, the torture evident on his face. Jensen pulled on the cuffs around his wrists; he knew he was tearing the skin there but he didn’t care, he just wanted to be free so he could get that evil motherfucker off his boyfriend.
Michael made Jared look at Jensen, then Jared started telling Michael how good it felt, how he wanted more, harder, and Jensen seethed with rage. Every word from Jared’s mouth had been put there, trained into him; the only part of Jared left in this whole situation was the pained terror on his face, the tears in his eyes.
Jared looked about ready to give up; his body shook, and Jensen thought maybe Jared would pass out. He dreaded to think what would be the consequence of that.
“Jared,” Jensen found himself shouting. “Jay, stay with me here, Jared!” he screamed.
Michael grinned at him, grunting loudly as he pushed harder into Jared’s broken body.
“Stop it, you’re fucking killing him; stop it,” Jensen demanded, begged; he didn’t care; he just wanted it over. He yanked at his restraints, but still they wouldn’t give, and Jensen was at a loss of what to do; there was no way he could help. Something in Jensen died right then.
~~~
Suddenly, Michael pulled out and forced Jared to turn around. Jared was in a total daze for a moment and just went along with it.
“Open wide, baby boy,” Michael hissed. Jared immediately did as he was told and let Michael fuck his mouth deep until Michael was coming hard. “If you puke this up; I will shoot his dick off,” Michael promised indicating Jensen, as Jared swallowed his release down as quickly as he could. Just the threat made him want to gag, but he breathed deeply through his nose and kept it all down; he’d trained himself too well to fail himself now.
Once everything was done-the come was swallowed, the orgasm was over-Michael threw Jared to the ground and tucked himself away.
As Jared hit the ground, he stopped. He stopped caring, stopped feeling; he just stopped. He’d done what he had to do; there was nothing left for him now. Jensen wouldn’t want to be with him, not now that he knew what a whore Jared was. Michael’s job was complete. He had successfully killed Jared, or at least killed his spirit.
Michael seated himself on the ground and held his arms out. Without having to be told, Jared crawled his way over, using trembling arms and legs to settle himself in Michael’s arms, pressing his back against Michael’s chest while Michael brushed a hand through his hair. Jared curled up into a ball, pulling his legs close to his body and leaning his head against Michael’s chest, taking what comfort was offered.
“I love you,” Michael said softly, pressing a kiss to Jared’s head.
“I love you too,” Jared said vacantly. Even though his body still cried out in pain; his emotions were gone, fucked out of him, everything he’d fought so long and hard to achieve, gone.
Jared sobbed silently, the only reaction he could make his body have. And yet a large part of him was grateful Michael hadn’t asked him to come. His dick had gone soft long before Michael even penetrated him, and Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever get it hard again.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby boy. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” Michael praised. “And when I get back, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming to you.”
Then Jared was pushed hard to the ground and Michael was leaving them behind. Jared curled around himself and let himself cry as Michael left. He heard the door being locked behind and then it was just him and Jensen, alone.
“Jay? Jay? Baby, talk to me?” Jensen called softly through his heart aching crying.
Jared slowly pushed himself up and completely naked he crawled over to Jensen, his body screamed in agony with every movement he made. Finally he was on his knees in front of Jensen and lifting his hand to the restraints. He used the key in his hand to undo the cuffs around Jensen’s wrists.
Jensen stared at him in wonder.
“How did you-?
“The only time he never pays attention to anything is when he’s coming,” Jared said numbly. Once Jensen’s restraints were released Jared knew he’d done as much as he could. He let himself collapse to the ground, his naked body shivering uncontrollably. “The window,” he whispered. “We used to come here; you can get out through the window.”
“I’m not leaving you here,” Jensen said sternly and Jared forced himself to look at Jensen.
“If he comes back and you’re still here he will kill you. He’s had his fun, he’s made his point, he’s taken away everything he can from me. You’re of no use to him now, you’re just a liability,” Jared used all of his strength to say. “I’m not strong enough to make it, you’re going to have to go and get me help.” Jared uncurled slightly to show Jensen where his stitches had been pulled, blood slowly seeping through the half healed wound.
Jensen set his face. “I’m not leaving you here,” he repeated firmly, he started gathering up Jared’s cloths and helping him into them. Jared was too weak to protest but hissed in pain at most movement. He wanted to tell Jensen again to leave him behind, but he knew it was pointless, Jensen had made up his mind and he had no choice but to go with it.
Jensen helped Jared over to the window, it opened easily and Jensen immediately started pushing Jared out. Jared fell to the ground with a thud and Jensen followed him out quickly, helping Jared to his feet.
“Come on, you can make it,” Jensen said gruffly, the pain in his arm and the strain of holding a weak and damaged Jared taking its toll in him.
They staggered along the path, coming in sight of the fence that would lead to the outside world.
“We’re nearly there, and then we’ll be safe,” Jensen told him, but Jared couldn’t respond. He just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, which was what he was supposed to do, right? So that’s what he did.
“I should’ve fucking known,” Michael’s voice came from behind them. “You’re such a fucking slut, Jared.” Jared came back to reality at the sound of Michael’s voice, it stunned him back to the present. It wasn’t over, he’d thought it was over, but Jensen’s not safe yet, he’s still here, if only he’d left him behind as Jared had told him too, he’d be safe by now.
“Michael, please, just let us go?” Jared begged, forcing Jensen behind him with a strength that surprised both of them.
“Oh, I don’t think so, baby boy,” Michael said harshly. “You know the rules, if I can’t have you, then nobody can.”
Michael raised his gun and a shot rang out. Jared felt his body being pulled to the ground by Jensen; they hit the dirt with a thud. Jared was shaking; he didn’t feel any extra pain, had he been shot? Had Jensen?
Gradually, he shook off the shock and moved his eyes; they fell on Michael, laying on the ground bleeding.
“You stay the fuck away from my son, you sick fuck,” growled a familiar voice.
“Daddy?” Jared gasped as Jerry came into view, smoking gun trained on Michael and then he could hear sirens wailing, coming towards them. Jared could feel arms around him, holding him close.
“I’ve got you, I love you, I’ve got you,” Jensen repeated in his ear, but Jared just watched as everything happened in slow motion.
Michael was taken away in an ambulance with a police escort. Jensen and Jared were taken in a separate ambulance. Jensen gave his statement and Jared numbly answered questions, not really paying attention to anything. He just spoke the truth, about everything. He vaguely remembered Sandy wrapping her arm around him and Jensen kissing him and telling him to get some rest. So he closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
Jensen sat by Jared for weeks, waiting for him to come out of it, but Jared just sat there. He would sometimes speak if you asked him a random question like what the weather was doing or what was playing on the telly, but anything that required actual thought he didn’t seem to be able to process.
Jensen hated seeing Jared in a mental hospital; it wasn’t the right place for him. Jensen wanted to take him home, back to Seattle where things would be familiar for Jared, but they wouldn’t let him. The doctors kept saying that this was the best place for him for the moment and Jared’s mom refused to let him be moved away from her.
Jensen sat by Jared again, like he had every day. He held his hand and talked, he talked about everything and anything.
“Sandy called today,” he told Jared. Jared just stared into space. “You remember, she had to go back to Seattle because she couldn’t take anymore time out of college. Anyway, she told me that the opening of Tom’s has been put back, again. Apparently, to guy he had in to do the worked completely fucked him over, made a right mess of things and now he’s had to get someone else in to redo the entire thing.”
Jensen stared at Jared, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. Jensen sighed and continued to tell him the news, just praying that something was getting through.
“But don’t worry, Tom says he’s got enough money to cover it, and he’s totally suing the guy that messed everything up.” Jensen had to try and keep the sorrow from his voice, but after weeks of talking to Jared like this, of getting little to no response, he wasn’t sure what he could do.
“Come on, Jay. Talk to me, please?” Jensen begged. “Please, Jay. I miss you, I love you, please come back to me?”
Jensen was so close to breaking down. He’d tried everything but nothing was getting through. He didn’t understand why his love wasn’t enough.
“I love you, Jay. Jared, do you hear me? I love you so much, and I’m not giving up on you, no matter what. You’re stuck with me, man, I’m going to be annoying you for a long time yet to come whether you talk to me or not, do you understand me? I love you so God damn much. I never thought I’d find someone like you, someone as amazing as you, but there you were, walking into my life and blowing everything out of proportion. Nothing and no one will ever live up to you. Come on, Jay, please? I love you.” Jensen knew he was begging but he didn’t care. He just wanted Jared back.
“Jensen.” The voice startled Jensen, he looked to Jared to see if it was him that had spoken, but Jared seemed as elusive as usual. Jensen felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see Jerry Padalecki standing behind him.
“He still hasn’t spoken much,” Jensen told Jared’s father, wiping tears from his eyes as he watched Jerry take a seat next to Jared.
“You’ve been so good to him,” Jerry said quietly, looking at the ground. “I’ve listened to you speak to him, day after day.”
“You’ve been here?” Jensen asked aghast. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Jerry explained. “How do I tell my son that I’m sorry that I let him down so badly? How do I tell him how sorry I am? How can I possibly make it right with him?”
“Telling him would be a good start,” Jensen told him.
“I’m his father,” Jerry said brokenly. “I should have protected him for these things; I should have seen what was going on and stopped it. I failed him, and I don’t think I can ever earn the right to be a part of his life again.”
“Well, that shouldn’t stop you from trying,” Jensen said gently, understanding that Jerry felt awful about everything that had happened. “And I think you’ll find that Jared is a lot more understanding that you may think.” He gazed at Jared lovingly. “He’s the best person I’ve ever met. I think a portion of that has to come from you.”
“I’ve got some news,” Jerry said quietly. “I came to tell my son.”
Jensen nodded and moved out of the seat next to Jared so Jerry could take his place.
Jerry smiled slightly and sat in the vacant seat. He took his sons hand and squeezed it firmly.
“Jared. I’ve come to tell you… Michael’s been sent away, he’s going to be in prison for a long time for what he did to you, and for what he did to Jensen,” Jerry said, his voice sounding slightly desperate, as if he thought that telling Jared this would bring him out of his stupor. “You don’t have you don’t have to worry anymore, it’s going to be okay, he can’t get to you anymore.”
Jensen let out a sigh of relief. He’d been with Jared the whole time and hadn’t been able to go to the court. He hadn’t known that Michael had been sentenced, but now knowing that he had, well, he would have felt better if Jared had been there to celebrate with him.
“But Jared,” Jerry continued. “You have to snap out of it. Because you shutting down like this? Michael's winning, even now, he’s got one over on you; he’s still controlling your life. Don’t let him, son. You’re strong enough; I believe that, you’re strong enough to fight him. You’ve got a wonderful man here just waiting to be with you, to take you home and live his life with you, don’t leave him alone because of Michael, don’t let Michael take that happiness away from you.”
Jensen listened in shock. He had never in a million year thought he would hear Jerry Padalecki say those words, but here he was, in effect approving of their relationship. Jensen rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had no idea if Jared could hear his fathers words but he prayed they were getting through because Jared had waited so long to hear them.
Beside him Jerry gasped. Jensen turned his attention back to father and son and he saw Jared’s eyes slowly come into focus.
“Daddy?” Jared said, his voice weak from lack of use.
“Yeah, yeah Jared, it’s me, it’s dad. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now, I promise you, you’re always going to be safe now,” Jerry swore and Jensen had to smile at the man, he may have made a huge mistake all that time ago but he was trying his hardest to make it right.
“Daddy?” Jared said again, his eyes focusing more and more on Jerry. Jerry choked out a sob and Jared reached out a hand to him, they grasped hands and slowly Jared smiled, he smiled for his father and although Jensen was overjoyed that Jared was coming around, he couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that hit him. He’d been the one there everyday, he’d been the one talking to Jared, spending his time telling him how much he loved him and how good things were going to be when Jared got better, and now, Jerry, who had betrayed Jared’s trust in the worse possible way came by, just once, for the fist time, and Jared’s suddenly coherent? How is that fair?
Jensen shook it off. He wasn’t going to hold this against Jared, he couldn’t. Okay, so it hurt a bit, but he’d get over it. Slowly he backed away, intending to give Jared and his father some room, some space to talk.
“Jensen,” Jerry said suddenly. “Don’t go. My son needs you.” Jensen stood there shocked for a moment, not knowing what to say.
“Jen?” Jared called softly, his hand waving around as if searching blindly for him. Quickly Jensen grasped his hand and knelt beside the bed.
“I’m here, Jay. I’m here, I’ve always been here,” Jensen sobbed, the idea that Jared was awake stunning him.
“I thought I was dreaming you,” Jared said, holding tightly onto his hand. “You’re still here?”
“Of course I’m still here, where else would I possibly be?” Jensen said incredulously. “I love you, Jared. I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”
“You love me?” Jared asked, as though the idea confused him. “How can you love me?”
“How could I not?” Jensen frowned, why did Jared think himself so unlovable. “I love you because you are the most amazing person I have ever met, because you make me happier than anybody every has. No one has ever come close to matching how important you are in my life. You’re everything to me, Jay, everything. Please stay with me, please stay in my life?” Jensen knew he was begging but he didn’t care, he knew Jerry was listening, watching and he couldn’t give a shit. He needed Jared to know how he felt, he just prayed Jared felt the same.
“You love me,” Jared said, as if telling himself. “And you still want me?”
“Yes, Jay. I still want you, I never stopped wanting you,” Jensen assured him, kissing his hand desperately.
“Even after… everything I did, everything you saw?” Jared questioned, curling into himself a little as he spoke.
“That wasn’t you, Jay. That was someone Michael created,” Jensen told him firmly. “That’s not the person I fell in love with. Sure it will always be a part of you, but it doesn’t define who you are.”
“I love you,” Jared sobbed, leaning forward and grasping at Jensen until he had him in his arms. “I love you so much.”
Jensen’s heart soared. He fell into Jared’s arms, letting Jared pull him closer and hold him so tight it hurt.
“I love you, too,” Jensen promised, tears of joy soaking into Jared’s clothes. Suddenly, they were kissing, fast and needy, Jensen on his knees in front of Jared’s chair. Jared’s hands felt over Jensen’s body, as if trying to reassure himself that Jensen was actually there, that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination.
Behind Jensen, Jerry cleared his throat. As fast as lightning Jensen and Jared broke apart, looking worriedly at Jerry. Jensen cursed himself, they’d just been making out in front of Jared’s dad, how stupid could they get? He knew what Jerry had said but that didn’t mean he was ready to watch that.
“I’m, uh, I’m just going to go get the doctor,” Jerry said, his eyes looking anywhere but at them, his cheeks flushed bright red. “I’ll leave you two to, um, catch up.” Just before he left the room Jerry focused on Jared, and he smiled, a God’s honest smile.
“Dad?” Jared stopped him in his tracks. Jerry turned back and waited. “I love you, dad.”
“I love you, too, son,” Jerry said, and every fibre of him showed that it was heartfelt and honest.
“You saved my life,” Jared said in wonder. Jerry moved to his side and took his hand.
“I should have done a lot more, a long time ago. None of this should ever have happened,” Jerry said, his voice filled with sorrow and regret.
“But then I would never have met Jensen,” Jared said with a smile. “And I wouldn’t change that for anything.”
Jerry smiled, he leaned forward and kissed Jared on the forehead before getting up and leaving the room. Jared turned to Jensen, linking their hands together.
“Can I go home now?” he asked.
“Where’s home, Jay?” Jensen questioned, afraid he would want to stay in Texas with his folks.
“Seattle, with you,” Jared grinned.
“As soon as you’re ready,” Jensen grinned back and kissed his boyfriend deeply.
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“Oh thank God,” Jared hissed in his ear. “Jen, baby, I need you to help me here.”
Eventually Jensen managed to find purchase with his feet and Jared finally got Jensen inside, helping Jensen to sit on the ground. Jared let his gaze run around the room. He recognised it, he’d been here many times with Michael. Right where he was standing was where Michael had first fucked him. Slowly, Jared turned to face Michael, trying to appear strong and not the weak and terrified little boy he now felt like.
“Please, just let him go,” Jared begged, indicating to Jensen. “You’ve got me, you don’t need him.”
Michael locked the door and pulled a bolt across. After fixing a padlock to it he tossed a pair of hand cuffs to Jared, completely ignoring Jared’s pleas.
“Lock him up, to that pipe,” Michael ordered raising his gun at them and nodding to the pipe that ran across the back wall.
“No, Jared, don’t,” Jensen said, still groggy from the blow to the head.
“I could always just shoot you,” Michael warned.
“Someone would hear the shot,” Jensen smirked bravely.
“Not likely, we’re in an old part of the school that hasn’t been used for years, plus it’s the weekend, there’s no one here but us,” Michael said smugly. “Now, tie him up, baby boy, I want him to see how to really handle you.”
Jared watched the exchanged like a tennis match. He knew Michael was right, no one would hear anything coming from here, they never had. Jared had screamed his lungs out in this room plenty of times, Michael had often encouraged it, and not once had anyone heard and come to his aid.
With tears in his eyes and a heavy heart, Jared slowly led Jensen to the pipe and guided him to sit on the ground, then he fixed the cuffs around Jensen’s wrists, looping the restraints securely around the pipe above Jensen’s head; there was no way for Jensen to get away.
“I’m so sorry,” Jared sobbed, not able to look Jensen in the eyes.
“Jay, listen to me, don’t let him do this. You’re stronger than this. He doesn’t control you anymore,” Jensen begged Jared to listen to him but Jared knew Jensen was wrong, he wasn’t strong enough and there was no way he was putting Jensen in anymore danger because of him, he just wouldn’t. Now was not the time to make waves.
“I think that’s where you’re wrong, isn’t he baby boy? He doesn’t understand what we share together,” Michael said surprisingly softly, coming up behind Jared a slipping his hand over Jared’s cock. Jared forced himself to remain still, to not flinch away from Michael’s touch, no matter how much it sickened him. “I think it’s about time we show him, don’t you?”
Now Jared’s eyes locked with Jensen’s. He could see Jensen pleading with him, trying to lend him his strength, but nothing was getting through, only Michael’s hand rubbing Jared’s cock.
“Come on, baby boy, get yourself hard for me,” Michael hissed in Jared’s ear. Jared closed his eyes, willing himself to get hard, opening himself up to the sensations Michael tried to stimulate in him. Gradually, he felt himself hardening, Michael’s hand curled around him through his jeans and squeezing just on the side of too hard causing Jared to whimper quietly. Jared bit his lip trying to stay quiet, he didn’t want to give Michael anymore satisfaction than possible. “There’s a good boy, see, you can do it, I’m so proud of you Jared. Now, get on your knees.”
Slowly, Jared turned around and fell to his knees, his memories of the amount of times he’d done this as commanded taking over his brain and controlling his movements as if on autopilot.
“You know what to do,” Michael told him, slipping his hand through Jared’s hair.
Jared was acutely aware of Jensen watching, he forced himself not to look at him, to focus on the task at hand. Maybe if he did this it would all be over and he could go back to his life. Jared felt himself shutting down, cutting off his emotions as best he could, just like he used to, because if he allowed himself to feel he wouldn’t be able to hold it together.
“Jay, don’t,” Jensen whispered. Suddenly, a gun shot rang out and Jensen screamed in agony. Jared snapped his eyes to Jensen in alarm, he could see Jensen’s arm was bleeding badly and Jared’s heart nearly stopped. Michael had shot him, had shot Jensen. What if he’d killed him? Jared couldn’t breathe.
“Isn’t he lucky I’m such a good shot?” Michael said softly, tipping Jared’s head up to look at him and Jared fought to control his breathing, he wouldn’t freak out, not now, not when Jensen’s life would be the cost. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t just kill him?” Jared nodded quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “Well, aren’t you going to thank me?”
“T-thank you,” Jared stuttered quietly, more tears falling from his eyes.
“That’s not the thanks I meant, baby boy,” Michael said sternly and yet he still managed to keep a softness to his voice. When Jared appeared to hesitate Michael frowned. “Do you love him?”
Jared looked up at Michael who just stared down at him. Jared knew that Michael would see if he tried to lie.
“Yes,” Jared confessed. He hadn’t wanted this to be the way Jensen found out, but he couldn’t not say it now. “Yes, I love him. I’m in love with him.”
“Then it’s up to you to keep him safe, just like I kept you safe,” Michael told him and Jared nodded. He understood. He knew what was expected of him and he knew that if he didn’t do it, Jensen would be killed and probably himself too. Slowly and with trembling hands, Jared opened Michael’s pants and pulled his dick out. It still looked the same, even after all these years and Jared cringed at the sight of it. He wanted to rip of off, he wanted… he wanted a lot of things he couldn’t have and now wasn’t the time to get angry, he had to remain calm.
“There’s a good boy, now before you start, I want to see you.”
Jared’s eyes snapped up to Michael’s, seeing the want and the power in them and wilting under their glare.
“Please, don’t?” Jared begged brokenly. In reply Michael simply raised the gun and aimed it at Jensen again. Quickly Jared started pulling at his clothes, yanking his t-shirt over his head.
“Can I at least tie this around his arm so he doesn’t bleed out?” Jared asked, as encouragement he rubbed his face against Michael’s dick, flicking out his tongue and licking at the head for a split second. Michael sucked in a quick breath.
“Be quick, baby boy,” Michael said breathily.
Jared dashed to Jensen’s side, quickly tying his t-shirt tightly around his arm, stopping the blood flow.
“Jared, don’t do this, you don’t have to do this,” Jensen said sharply but quietly, pleading Jared to put a stop to everything. And really, if Jared knew of a way then he would, but he didn’t.
“You don’t understand, he will kill you, and me, I have to do this. But don’t worry, I’ve done it before, I can handle it,” Jared whispered and he quickly brushed his lips against Jensen’s cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “Please stay quiet?”
Jared backed away from Jensen, watching the tears fall down Jensen’s face as he shook his head at Jared, mouthing the word ‘don’t’ over and over again. Jared’s heart clenched. If he did this and they survived, would Jensen ever be able to touch him again? Or would he be repulsed by the sight of him, by his touch, by what Jared was about to allow to happen.
Turning away defeated, Jared got on his knees in front of Michael again, taking his dick in his hand and stoking it to full hardness, his heart slowly turning to stone.
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” Michael questioned softly. Cringing, Jared got back to his feet and pulled off the rest of his cloths until he was completely naked, shame colouring his cheeks, then he knelt in front of Michael again and wait for instructions.
“Oh Jared. You’re even more beautiful that you used to be. Now let’s see if my baby boy finally became a man.” Reluctantly, Jared took Michael in his hand again. “Uh, that’s it, baby boy, show me you haven’t forgotten everything I taught you,” Michael moaned, he twisted his hand painfully in Jared’s hair, holding his head close against his groin. “I see you kept your hair long, just as I like it, there’s my good boy.”
Jared fought against the nausea and opened his mouth to take Michael’s cock. Michael groaned above him and it was like all his nightmares suddenly becoming reality. Jared closed his eyes and took Michael deep into his throat, working his tongue just the way he’d been taught to, those lessons he would never be able to forget. “Fucking look at me,” Michael snarled and yanked at his head. Remembering, Jared quickly raised his eyes to meet Michael’s, he wasn’t allowed to look away, Michael liked to see the tears in his eyes and the tears fell, drenching his cheeks.
He sucked harder, deep throating Michael, just the way he remembered he liked it. Suddenly, Michael was fucking his mouth and all Jared could do was open up and take it, keeping his eyes fixed on Michael’s through his tears.
~~~
Jensen watched in horror as Jared opened his mouth to Michael, taking his cock inside his mouth. He watched Michael’s hands tighten in Jared’s hair and noticed Jared wince slightly at the pain.
His eyes ran up to Michael’s and that’s when he noticed Michael was staring at him. Jensen glared right back, swearing with his eyes that he would kill the son of a bitch.
He listened as Michael praised Jared, all the while smirking at Jensen, showing him what he could never have. But Jensen knew that he didn’t understand. This wasn’t the Jared he wanted, he didn’t want a sub, he wanted a partner, someone to share things with not someone to take things from.
He pulled against his restraints again, ignoring the pain in his arm, too fuelled on anger to worry about it. He new he was crying, his chest was heaving and painfully tight and he wanted to wipe away the sight before his eyes, but he daren’t look away, if he did that then he would be abandoning Jared, and there was nothing in this world that would make him do that.
Michael turned his attention back to Jared, noticing that Jared’s eyes were squeezing shut, his lips pulled into a snarl and Jensen winced when Michael yanked on Jared’s hair, ordering Jared to look at him. Jared did as he was told and then it was like Jensen was forgotten. It was just Michael and Jared, their eyes locked together. Michael’s cold and hard, and Jared’s pained and tearful and so damn scared Jensen thought he would die.
Still gripping with one hand, Michael began to pump in and out of Jared’s mouth, he forced himself so deep Jensen didn’t know how Jared wasn’t choking on him. But Jared’s eyes didn’t leave Michael’s for a second; he let Michael fuck his mouth and just took everything given to him. Jensen heart broke for Jared, little by little.
~~~
Suddenly, Michael was pulling out, Jared frowned; Michael hadn’t come yet, why was he stopping? Michael dropped to his knees, staring Jared in his confused eyes.
“Kiss me,” he ordered, and Jared immediately leaned forward to kiss him. Michael pulled away in disgust. “No, kiss me like you were kissing him.”
Jared followed Michael’s gaze to where Jensen sat panting with the pain in his arm, tears falling down his pale face and murder in his eyes. Jensen shook his head, begging Jared not to do it, Jared tried his best to send him a reassuring smile. He could never kiss Michael like he kissed Jensen, because when he kissed Jensen he actually felt something other than disgust. He enjoyed kissing Jensen, he loved kissing him; there was no way he could imitate that with Michael. But had to try and fake it, give Michael something he hadn’t since they had first gotten together, back when Jared really did have feelings for him.
He turned back to Michael and grabbed him by the head, crashing their lips together, closing his eyes and kissing him deeply, shoving his tongue inside and licking around Michael’s mouth. He could hear Jensen sob and silently apologised to him, hoping Jensen could tell the difference in the kisses.
“There’s my boy,” Michael announced when he pulled away suddenly. Then he spun Jared around and shoved him onto his hands and knees. Jared hung his head in shame and defeat; he knew what was to come next. “You’ve been such a good boy, Jared; it’s time for your reward.” Michael grabbed Jared’s hips and pulled his ass back to meet the head of his cock.
“You want your reward don’t you, baby boy?” Michael asked softly and Jared nodded, his tears dripping onto the floor. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, please, I-I’ve been s-so good,” Jared stammered, the words burning his throat as they came out, his voice rough from where his mouth had been fucked raw. “Please, c-can I have m-my reward?”
“Of course you can, baby, but you have to do something for me first,” Michael told him, rubbing a soothing hand over his back while pushing his dick against Jared’s entrance, like a constant threat that Jared took very seriously.
“Anything,” Jared chocked on the word, wanting to give Michael nothing.
“Look at him,” Michael ordered and Jared forced himself to look at Jensen, seeing the blood trailing down his raised arms and soaking into his t-shirt, Jared couldn’t tell if he was bleeding too badly or not, he just hoped he could get him to a hospital in time. “Now, tell him who you love and why.”
“I-” Jared stopped, his face and heart crumbling. Michael pulled on his hair painfully. “Ah, I love Michael,” Jared cried, his automatic reflexes to obey kicking in. “I love Michael because he’s so good to me; h-he makes me f-feel special and makes me feel s-so good. He l-looks after me l-like no one else c-can and I-I love him with all my h-heart.” Jared sobbed, forcing himself to keep eye contact with Jensen, afraid of what would happen if he didn’t, but he tried desperately to tell Jensen with his eyes that nothing he said was true, he didn’t mean a word of it.
Jensen’s face was filled with so many emotions, hate, anger, remorse, guilt, sorrow, disgust, but the most important, the one Jared focused on was love, he could see love in Jensen’s eyes and it was directed at him. Knowing his face was away from Michael’s, Jared bore his eyes into Jensen’s and mouthed the words I love you.
He saw Jensen nod slightly and managed a small smile. Jensen knew, he knew what was really in his heart no matter what he was forced to say and that gave him some hope. Resigned to his fate Jared returned the smile, tiny as it was, it was something, something they could have for each other, something that no one could take from them, and they needed that right now.
“Good boy, now what do you want me to do? What do you want for your reward?” Michael asked and Jared’s smile disappeared. Of course Michael would make him ask for it, make him beg. Suddenly, Michael pulled Jared’s hair, yanking his head back. “And I’d be very careful about the answer you give if I were you,” he warned, turning Jared’s head to see the gun aimed at Jensen. Jared’s eyes widened, his stomach clenched and his breath caught in his throat.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jared said automatically, urgently, his terrified eyes never leaving the gun that was trained so perfectly on Jensen. “I want you to make me feel so good.”
“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” Michael growled and pushed his cock into Jared’s hole. At first Jared thought he was going to be gentle, but as soon as he’d breached the opening he slammed himself home and Jared screamed in agony. “Ah, so fucking tight baby boy. Have you been saving yourself for me all these years?” Michael moaned as he fucked Jared hard. Jared’s screams didn’t die out, the pain was too intense, every thrust split him open, shooting agonising bolts through his body.
“Look at him,” Michael ordered. “Show him how good I make you feel.” Jared’s head was twisted to stay locked on Jensen; he could see Jensen fighting with his restraints desperately trying to get himself free.
“Tell me, baby boy, let me hear it,” Michael cried as he fucked into Jared’s body.
“Ah, s-so good, it feels so g-good. F-fuck me h-harder. Please,” Jared managed to force out, his voice almost giving up on him, while his eyes tried to draw strength from Jensen’s. But all he saw in Jensen’s eyes now was pain and despair.
As requested, that thrusts became harder. Michael gripped his waist and pulled him back firmly, slapping them together faster and faster. The stitches on Jared’s stomach pulled and Jared felt his wound being torn open, but that was nothing to the torture of being fucked so brutally.
Jared’s thighs shook with the effort to stay upright, he clenched his fists on the floor and ground his teeth. He could hear Jensen calling out his name, Jensen was screaming at him, telling Michael to stop, but that wouldn’t happen, not until Michael was done.
~~~
When Jared kissed Michael, Jensen felt a surge of jealousy rage through him, he almost looked away, a sob breaking through and escaping his mouth. But as he watched, he realised that Jared wasn’t doing as Michael asked. That was nothing like how Jared kissed Jensen, it was hard and rough and passionless.
When Jared kissed Jensen it was always soft and slow, careful and deliberate with every move he made. Of course, sometimes it would become intense, but it was always filled with passion and desire, nothing like what Jared was giving Michael now.
Jensen understood, and as much as he hated it, he knew that Michael had been trying to drive a wedge between them, take something from them, but Jensen understood now that that would never happen. Everything Michael took was fake.
Michael appeared satisfied with his fake kiss, but then he was forcing Jared onto his hands and knees, praising him for being good, making Jared ask for more.
When Michael forced Jared to talk about how much he loved Michael, Jensen tuned it out, knowing none of it was true. He tried to show Jared how much he loved him in just a glance, and when Jared mouthed ‘I love you,’ Jensen smiled. Jared smiled back, and for a moment it was just the two of them; Michael couldn’t get into their world. It was just a moment, but it was something.
Jensen flinched as the gun was pointed back at him again, but he raised his head, gritting his teeth as he listened to Jared begging Michael to fuck him. He tried so hard to remain still, to not show how much all this was getting to him, when in reality he wanted to beat Michael to death with his bare hands, choke the very life from him, rip him apart, then curl around Jared, keeping him safe and finding that place in Jared’s arms where everything was always okay.
But he couldn’t, not the way Jared screamed when Michael forced himself into Jared’s body. Jensen had never heard anything like it. Jared was howling in pain, the torture evident on his face. Jensen pulled on the cuffs around his wrists; he knew he was tearing the skin there but he didn’t care, he just wanted to be free so he could get that evil motherfucker off his boyfriend.
Michael made Jared look at Jensen, then Jared started telling Michael how good it felt, how he wanted more, harder, and Jensen seethed with rage. Every word from Jared’s mouth had been put there, trained into him; the only part of Jared left in this whole situation was the pained terror on his face, the tears in his eyes.
Jared looked about ready to give up; his body shook, and Jensen thought maybe Jared would pass out. He dreaded to think what would be the consequence of that.
“Jared,” Jensen found himself shouting. “Jay, stay with me here, Jared!” he screamed.
Michael grinned at him, grunting loudly as he pushed harder into Jared’s broken body.
“Stop it, you’re fucking killing him; stop it,” Jensen demanded, begged; he didn’t care; he just wanted it over. He yanked at his restraints, but still they wouldn’t give, and Jensen was at a loss of what to do; there was no way he could help. Something in Jensen died right then.
~~~
Suddenly, Michael pulled out and forced Jared to turn around. Jared was in a total daze for a moment and just went along with it.
“Open wide, baby boy,” Michael hissed. Jared immediately did as he was told and let Michael fuck his mouth deep until Michael was coming hard. “If you puke this up; I will shoot his dick off,” Michael promised indicating Jensen, as Jared swallowed his release down as quickly as he could. Just the threat made him want to gag, but he breathed deeply through his nose and kept it all down; he’d trained himself too well to fail himself now.
Once everything was done-the come was swallowed, the orgasm was over-Michael threw Jared to the ground and tucked himself away.
As Jared hit the ground, he stopped. He stopped caring, stopped feeling; he just stopped. He’d done what he had to do; there was nothing left for him now. Jensen wouldn’t want to be with him, not now that he knew what a whore Jared was. Michael’s job was complete. He had successfully killed Jared, or at least killed his spirit.
Michael seated himself on the ground and held his arms out. Without having to be told, Jared crawled his way over, using trembling arms and legs to settle himself in Michael’s arms, pressing his back against Michael’s chest while Michael brushed a hand through his hair. Jared curled up into a ball, pulling his legs close to his body and leaning his head against Michael’s chest, taking what comfort was offered.
“I love you,” Michael said softly, pressing a kiss to Jared’s head.
“I love you too,” Jared said vacantly. Even though his body still cried out in pain; his emotions were gone, fucked out of him, everything he’d fought so long and hard to achieve, gone.
Jared sobbed silently, the only reaction he could make his body have. And yet a large part of him was grateful Michael hadn’t asked him to come. His dick had gone soft long before Michael even penetrated him, and Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever get it hard again.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby boy. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” Michael praised. “And when I get back, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming to you.”
Then Jared was pushed hard to the ground and Michael was leaving them behind. Jared curled around himself and let himself cry as Michael left. He heard the door being locked behind and then it was just him and Jensen, alone.
“Jay? Jay? Baby, talk to me?” Jensen called softly through his heart aching crying.
Jared slowly pushed himself up and completely naked he crawled over to Jensen, his body screamed in agony with every movement he made. Finally he was on his knees in front of Jensen and lifting his hand to the restraints. He used the key in his hand to undo the cuffs around Jensen’s wrists.
Jensen stared at him in wonder.
“How did you-?
“The only time he never pays attention to anything is when he’s coming,” Jared said numbly. Once Jensen’s restraints were released Jared knew he’d done as much as he could. He let himself collapse to the ground, his naked body shivering uncontrollably. “The window,” he whispered. “We used to come here; you can get out through the window.”
“I’m not leaving you here,” Jensen said sternly and Jared forced himself to look at Jensen.
“If he comes back and you’re still here he will kill you. He’s had his fun, he’s made his point, he’s taken away everything he can from me. You’re of no use to him now, you’re just a liability,” Jared used all of his strength to say. “I’m not strong enough to make it, you’re going to have to go and get me help.” Jared uncurled slightly to show Jensen where his stitches had been pulled, blood slowly seeping through the half healed wound.
Jensen set his face. “I’m not leaving you here,” he repeated firmly, he started gathering up Jared’s cloths and helping him into them. Jared was too weak to protest but hissed in pain at most movement. He wanted to tell Jensen again to leave him behind, but he knew it was pointless, Jensen had made up his mind and he had no choice but to go with it.
Jensen helped Jared over to the window, it opened easily and Jensen immediately started pushing Jared out. Jared fell to the ground with a thud and Jensen followed him out quickly, helping Jared to his feet.
“Come on, you can make it,” Jensen said gruffly, the pain in his arm and the strain of holding a weak and damaged Jared taking its toll in him.
They staggered along the path, coming in sight of the fence that would lead to the outside world.
“We’re nearly there, and then we’ll be safe,” Jensen told him, but Jared couldn’t respond. He just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, which was what he was supposed to do, right? So that’s what he did.
“I should’ve fucking known,” Michael’s voice came from behind them. “You’re such a fucking slut, Jared.” Jared came back to reality at the sound of Michael’s voice, it stunned him back to the present. It wasn’t over, he’d thought it was over, but Jensen’s not safe yet, he’s still here, if only he’d left him behind as Jared had told him too, he’d be safe by now.
“Michael, please, just let us go?” Jared begged, forcing Jensen behind him with a strength that surprised both of them.
“Oh, I don’t think so, baby boy,” Michael said harshly. “You know the rules, if I can’t have you, then nobody can.”
Michael raised his gun and a shot rang out. Jared felt his body being pulled to the ground by Jensen; they hit the dirt with a thud. Jared was shaking; he didn’t feel any extra pain, had he been shot? Had Jensen?
Gradually, he shook off the shock and moved his eyes; they fell on Michael, laying on the ground bleeding.
“You stay the fuck away from my son, you sick fuck,” growled a familiar voice.
“Daddy?” Jared gasped as Jerry came into view, smoking gun trained on Michael and then he could hear sirens wailing, coming towards them. Jared could feel arms around him, holding him close.
“I’ve got you, I love you, I’ve got you,” Jensen repeated in his ear, but Jared just watched as everything happened in slow motion.
Michael was taken away in an ambulance with a police escort. Jensen and Jared were taken in a separate ambulance. Jensen gave his statement and Jared numbly answered questions, not really paying attention to anything. He just spoke the truth, about everything. He vaguely remembered Sandy wrapping her arm around him and Jensen kissing him and telling him to get some rest. So he closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
Jensen sat by Jared for weeks, waiting for him to come out of it, but Jared just sat there. He would sometimes speak if you asked him a random question like what the weather was doing or what was playing on the telly, but anything that required actual thought he didn’t seem to be able to process.
Jensen hated seeing Jared in a mental hospital; it wasn’t the right place for him. Jensen wanted to take him home, back to Seattle where things would be familiar for Jared, but they wouldn’t let him. The doctors kept saying that this was the best place for him for the moment and Jared’s mom refused to let him be moved away from her.
Jensen sat by Jared again, like he had every day. He held his hand and talked, he talked about everything and anything.
“Sandy called today,” he told Jared. Jared just stared into space. “You remember, she had to go back to Seattle because she couldn’t take anymore time out of college. Anyway, she told me that the opening of Tom’s has been put back, again. Apparently, to guy he had in to do the worked completely fucked him over, made a right mess of things and now he’s had to get someone else in to redo the entire thing.”
Jensen stared at Jared, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. Jensen sighed and continued to tell him the news, just praying that something was getting through.
“But don’t worry, Tom says he’s got enough money to cover it, and he’s totally suing the guy that messed everything up.” Jensen had to try and keep the sorrow from his voice, but after weeks of talking to Jared like this, of getting little to no response, he wasn’t sure what he could do.
“Come on, Jay. Talk to me, please?” Jensen begged. “Please, Jay. I miss you, I love you, please come back to me?”
Jensen was so close to breaking down. He’d tried everything but nothing was getting through. He didn’t understand why his love wasn’t enough.
“I love you, Jay. Jared, do you hear me? I love you so much, and I’m not giving up on you, no matter what. You’re stuck with me, man, I’m going to be annoying you for a long time yet to come whether you talk to me or not, do you understand me? I love you so God damn much. I never thought I’d find someone like you, someone as amazing as you, but there you were, walking into my life and blowing everything out of proportion. Nothing and no one will ever live up to you. Come on, Jay, please? I love you.” Jensen knew he was begging but he didn’t care. He just wanted Jared back.
“Jensen.” The voice startled Jensen, he looked to Jared to see if it was him that had spoken, but Jared seemed as elusive as usual. Jensen felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see Jerry Padalecki standing behind him.
“He still hasn’t spoken much,” Jensen told Jared’s father, wiping tears from his eyes as he watched Jerry take a seat next to Jared.
“You’ve been so good to him,” Jerry said quietly, looking at the ground. “I’ve listened to you speak to him, day after day.”
“You’ve been here?” Jensen asked aghast. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Jerry explained. “How do I tell my son that I’m sorry that I let him down so badly? How do I tell him how sorry I am? How can I possibly make it right with him?”
“Telling him would be a good start,” Jensen told him.
“I’m his father,” Jerry said brokenly. “I should have protected him for these things; I should have seen what was going on and stopped it. I failed him, and I don’t think I can ever earn the right to be a part of his life again.”
“Well, that shouldn’t stop you from trying,” Jensen said gently, understanding that Jerry felt awful about everything that had happened. “And I think you’ll find that Jared is a lot more understanding that you may think.” He gazed at Jared lovingly. “He’s the best person I’ve ever met. I think a portion of that has to come from you.”
“I’ve got some news,” Jerry said quietly. “I came to tell my son.”
Jensen nodded and moved out of the seat next to Jared so Jerry could take his place.
Jerry smiled slightly and sat in the vacant seat. He took his sons hand and squeezed it firmly.
“Jared. I’ve come to tell you… Michael’s been sent away, he’s going to be in prison for a long time for what he did to you, and for what he did to Jensen,” Jerry said, his voice sounding slightly desperate, as if he thought that telling Jared this would bring him out of his stupor. “You don’t have you don’t have to worry anymore, it’s going to be okay, he can’t get to you anymore.”
Jensen let out a sigh of relief. He’d been with Jared the whole time and hadn’t been able to go to the court. He hadn’t known that Michael had been sentenced, but now knowing that he had, well, he would have felt better if Jared had been there to celebrate with him.
“But Jared,” Jerry continued. “You have to snap out of it. Because you shutting down like this? Michael's winning, even now, he’s got one over on you; he’s still controlling your life. Don’t let him, son. You’re strong enough; I believe that, you’re strong enough to fight him. You’ve got a wonderful man here just waiting to be with you, to take you home and live his life with you, don’t leave him alone because of Michael, don’t let Michael take that happiness away from you.”
Jensen listened in shock. He had never in a million year thought he would hear Jerry Padalecki say those words, but here he was, in effect approving of their relationship. Jensen rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had no idea if Jared could hear his fathers words but he prayed they were getting through because Jared had waited so long to hear them.
Beside him Jerry gasped. Jensen turned his attention back to father and son and he saw Jared’s eyes slowly come into focus.
“Daddy?” Jared said, his voice weak from lack of use.
“Yeah, yeah Jared, it’s me, it’s dad. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now, I promise you, you’re always going to be safe now,” Jerry swore and Jensen had to smile at the man, he may have made a huge mistake all that time ago but he was trying his hardest to make it right.
“Daddy?” Jared said again, his eyes focusing more and more on Jerry. Jerry choked out a sob and Jared reached out a hand to him, they grasped hands and slowly Jared smiled, he smiled for his father and although Jensen was overjoyed that Jared was coming around, he couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that hit him. He’d been the one there everyday, he’d been the one talking to Jared, spending his time telling him how much he loved him and how good things were going to be when Jared got better, and now, Jerry, who had betrayed Jared’s trust in the worse possible way came by, just once, for the fist time, and Jared’s suddenly coherent? How is that fair?
Jensen shook it off. He wasn’t going to hold this against Jared, he couldn’t. Okay, so it hurt a bit, but he’d get over it. Slowly he backed away, intending to give Jared and his father some room, some space to talk.
“Jensen,” Jerry said suddenly. “Don’t go. My son needs you.” Jensen stood there shocked for a moment, not knowing what to say.
“Jen?” Jared called softly, his hand waving around as if searching blindly for him. Quickly Jensen grasped his hand and knelt beside the bed.
“I’m here, Jay. I’m here, I’ve always been here,” Jensen sobbed, the idea that Jared was awake stunning him.
“I thought I was dreaming you,” Jared said, holding tightly onto his hand. “You’re still here?”
“Of course I’m still here, where else would I possibly be?” Jensen said incredulously. “I love you, Jared. I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”
“You love me?” Jared asked, as though the idea confused him. “How can you love me?”
“How could I not?” Jensen frowned, why did Jared think himself so unlovable. “I love you because you are the most amazing person I have ever met, because you make me happier than anybody every has. No one has ever come close to matching how important you are in my life. You’re everything to me, Jay, everything. Please stay with me, please stay in my life?” Jensen knew he was begging but he didn’t care, he knew Jerry was listening, watching and he couldn’t give a shit. He needed Jared to know how he felt, he just prayed Jared felt the same.
“You love me,” Jared said, as if telling himself. “And you still want me?”
“Yes, Jay. I still want you, I never stopped wanting you,” Jensen assured him, kissing his hand desperately.
“Even after… everything I did, everything you saw?” Jared questioned, curling into himself a little as he spoke.
“That wasn’t you, Jay. That was someone Michael created,” Jensen told him firmly. “That’s not the person I fell in love with. Sure it will always be a part of you, but it doesn’t define who you are.”
“I love you,” Jared sobbed, leaning forward and grasping at Jensen until he had him in his arms. “I love you so much.”
Jensen’s heart soared. He fell into Jared’s arms, letting Jared pull him closer and hold him so tight it hurt.
“I love you, too,” Jensen promised, tears of joy soaking into Jared’s clothes. Suddenly, they were kissing, fast and needy, Jensen on his knees in front of Jared’s chair. Jared’s hands felt over Jensen’s body, as if trying to reassure himself that Jensen was actually there, that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination.
Behind Jensen, Jerry cleared his throat. As fast as lightning Jensen and Jared broke apart, looking worriedly at Jerry. Jensen cursed himself, they’d just been making out in front of Jared’s dad, how stupid could they get? He knew what Jerry had said but that didn’t mean he was ready to watch that.
“I’m, uh, I’m just going to go get the doctor,” Jerry said, his eyes looking anywhere but at them, his cheeks flushed bright red. “I’ll leave you two to, um, catch up.” Just before he left the room Jerry focused on Jared, and he smiled, a God’s honest smile.
“Dad?” Jared stopped him in his tracks. Jerry turned back and waited. “I love you, dad.”
“I love you, too, son,” Jerry said, and every fibre of him showed that it was heartfelt and honest.
“You saved my life,” Jared said in wonder. Jerry moved to his side and took his hand.
“I should have done a lot more, a long time ago. None of this should ever have happened,” Jerry said, his voice filled with sorrow and regret.
“But then I would never have met Jensen,” Jared said with a smile. “And I wouldn’t change that for anything.”
Jerry smiled, he leaned forward and kissed Jared on the forehead before getting up and leaving the room. Jared turned to Jensen, linking their hands together.
“Can I go home now?” he asked.
“Where’s home, Jay?” Jensen questioned, afraid he would want to stay in Texas with his folks.
“Seattle, with you,” Jared grinned.
“As soon as you’re ready,” Jensen grinned back and kissed his boyfriend deeply.
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