Blue On Black: Part 5
LJ username: renegadeangelz
Title: Blue On Black
Story rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/OMC (non-con)
Summary: Obsessive teachers, bi-curious love interests, and the general insanity of a downtown college experience. Nobody said art school would be easy. Jared just never expected it would be this hard.
Warnings: OCs, teacher sexually harassing a student; graphic non-con, angst, hurt/comfort, some language, mild art jargon, mentions of drug use, antidepressants (prozac), violence and blood, murder (no J2 death), vomiting, past relationship, slash- graphic sex between two men
They spend the weekend and Monday together. Jared only leaves Jensen for a short time to get some drawing supplies. He can’t stand to go long periods without drawing something and when the urge hits it consumes his every thought till he’s fed the addiction with graphite and charcoal or paint.
Besides, Jensen is a great subject to draw. He’s beautiful and Jared loves capturing him over and over again.
Jensen looks up from his book to where Jared sitting on the couch. “Are you drawing me?”
“No.” Jared denies with a secret smile, tilting the drawing pad so Jensen can’t see it.
Jensen walks over all mock stealth and tackles Jared back against the sofa. Carefully wresting the sketchbook from Jared’s grip and taking in the pencil drawing.
It’s a good likeness Jared thinks and Jensen grins stupidly as he looks at it.
“Well, whoever it is he’s a rather handsome devil.” Jensen grins, handing the drawing pad back to Jared. “Should I be worried?”
“Yep.” Jared answers simply.
“Is he the best you ever had?” Jensen grins wickedly.
“Oh definitely.”
Jensen tips his head back against Jared’s shoulder, smile softening. “Do you love him?”
“Yeah.” Jared answers, smiling slowly.
Jensen falls silent and presses his face into Jared’s neck with a sound of contentment.
“I have to go to work.” Jared informs, not wanting to break the moment but needing to.
Jensen rolls off Jared pretending to be mortally wounded. “Oh don’t sugarcoat it. I know you’re planning to run away with that handsome devil you draw.”
Jared laughs and kisses Jensen till he’s got him smiling wide and hazy with want. “I’ll see you after work.”
Jared’s busy hanging pictures when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns to find Nathan standing in the doorway.
Jared’s heart jackhammers in his chest. “How’d you get in?”
“Well, you know security at this school.” Nathan says with a calm shake of his head. “They really don’t keep a close eye on the keys.”
Jared bolts for the door on the other side of the gallery. Nathan catches up to him though, spinning Jared around and slamming him up against the wall.
“Get off me!”
Nathan kisses him hard, then jerks back suddenly, wiping blood from his mouth from where Jared had bit him.
“Bitch!” Nathan hisses, slapping Jared hard enough to knock him to the floor.
Jared drags himself onto his hands and knees and gets a hard kick to the stomach for his efforts, his back hitting up against the wall with the force of the blow.
“You like it rough? Huh?” Nathan growls. Grabbing a fistful of Jared’s hair and yanking his head up, sharp bright pain ricocheting across Jared’s scalp. “Is that what it takes to turn you on?”
“Stop it…”
Nathan pushes Jared on his back and just starts swinging, Jared’s head wiping back and forth with the strength of the blows.
“All you have to do is say yes Jared.”
The warmth of blood spills from Jared’s nose, more of it painting his tongue with the tang of copper. He thinks there’s a cut on his head too, his bangs are clinging to one spot in particular.
“Alright!” Jared sobs, finally managing to choke the word out through the pain. “Alright, I’ll do it! Just stop…”
Nathan shifts on top of him, knees pressing hard into Jared’s shoulders. Fingers trembling with excitement as he hurries to unzip. He pulls his dick out, he’s half hard already.
“Lick it.”
Mouth trembling Jared starts lathing the head with his tongue. He feels sick inside. Like there are worms trying to crawl out from the pit of his stomach. For a minute he thinks he’s going to throw up.
Nathan pulls back suddenly and Jared’s praying to God that maybe he’s changed his mind but then a hand is tangling painfully in his hair again and Nathan’s ordering him onto his knees.
Jared tries to jerk away, nails digging into the hand gripping his hair. There’s the overwhelming urge to scream building up inside him, so he lets it come ripping out of his throat and gets kicked in the kidney for it.
Jared cringes in pain as Nathan pulls hard on his hair, practically dragging him up by the strands till Jared’s even with his dick again. “This’ll be a lot less painful if you do as you’re told.”
Nathan pushes Jared down till his nose is nudging up against Nathan’s balls and Jared licks and sucks at the mounds without being asked.
Nathan loosens his grip in Jared’s hair, just enough so the younger man can move his head. “Mmm, that’s nice.”
Jared chokes back a sob as Nathan jerks his head back up, fingers twisting tight in Jared’s hair to hold him in place as he drags the thick blunt head of his cock over Jared’s lips.
“Now suck me.”
Jared gets slapped across the face hard enough to make him see nothing but red behind his eyes for a full ten seconds when he doesn’t oblige right away.
“Suck me.” Nathan repeats breathlessly, and Jared opens his mouth and lets Nathan slide between his lips, bringing trembling hands up to rest against Nathan’s thighs as he works his mouth up and down the man’s cock.
Jared can barely see through his tears, can taste the salt of them where they’ve dripped onto Nathan’s cock. Tries to focus on what he’s doing, turning his head in small circles as he moved up and down the shaft, letting his tongue slide along the warm skin as he goes. The cut on his lip burning as the hard flesh slides back and forth across it.
Nathan smiles down at him, fingers petting through Jared’s hair and somehow it feels worse than getting hit.
Jared finds himself wishing Nathan would fuck his mouth. At least then he wouldn’t have to work to please him. Wouldn’t feel as if he’s complicit in the whole thing.
Nathan starts saying things. Telling Jared how much he likes what he’s doing to him. What he can do to please him more, groans and strokes Jared’s face like he would a favored pet every time Jared follows one of his instructions correctly.
He tells Jared how he’s going to keep him tied up in his basement. How he’s going to do this to him every morning when he wakes up and every evening before he goes to bed.
Jared wonders if he bit Nathan how much time he would have to run. If he’d manage to make it to the door or simply a few feet before getting his face smashed in.
“Look at me.” Nathan orders, pulling hard on Jared’s hair and Jared grudgingly lifts his eyes to Nathan’s face.
Nathan groans and starts leaking against Jared’s tongue. Getting off on whatever he’s seeing in Jared’s face.
Nathan’s thighs are shaking under Jared’s hands, soft denim sliding up and down beneath Jared’s sweaty palms and Jared sucks faster wanting it to be over, wanting Nathan out of his mouth.
Nathan pumps into Jared’s mouth, control gone, approval mixing with filth as he reaches his peak.
Jared can’t look away as much as he wants to, can’t tear his eyes from the open mouthed smile of pure unadulterated pleasure on Nathan’s face as he cums in Jared’s mouth. It’s bitter and thick like cream and Jared chokes around it not wanting to swallow. He falls back against the floor when Nathan lets go of his hair.
Jared spits semen from his mouth, the fluid coming out pink with his blood. Shaking he forces himself to move. Trying to crawl away but Nathan catches him by the waist of his pants and drags him back.
“Just let me go…” Jared begs, covering his head and drawing his knees up to protect his stomach in case he’s going to be hit again. “I did what you asked. I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go…”
“What’s the matter Jared? Aren’t you having fun?”
Jared starts to struggle again when Nathan starts to take his pants off.
“Do you want it to hurt?” Nathan hisses against Jared’s ear and Jared goes still, squeezes his eyes shut and just lets him.
There are fingers pushing into him, so slick Jared knows Nathan had to have brought something with him for it.
Jared would scream but his side is still throbbing from the last time he’d done that. He claws at the floor instead, fingers making a squeaking sound against the smooth wood. Those fingers twisting inside him, pushing deeper, working him open for…
God Nathan’s never going to stop. It’s never going to end. And then it does.
There’s a shout and a sound like a punch that makes Jared tense up thinking he’s been hit again and everything just stops.
There are worn boots stepping into Jared’s line of vision that he recognizes. Jensen’s boots. Jensen putting himself between Jared and Nathan.
Relief triggers what fear couldn’t and Jared sinks into darkness.
“Jared. Jared wake up.”
Jared jerks back to consciousness slapping at the hands touching his face and scrambling back.
“Hey, hey, look at me. No hands. See no hands.” Jensen says, holding his hands up for Jared to see. “Not gonna touch you. Not gonna hurt you. You’re safe now. You’re safe now, it’s over.”
Blinking back coherency Jared looks around but Nathan’s nowhere to be seen. Jared doesn’t care where he went, he’s just glad he’s gone. He notices looking down at himself that his pants have been done up and he has a feeling Jensen’s to thank for that.
“You’re gonna be alright. You’re gonna be okay. I love you so much. I’m gonna take care of everything.” Jensen swallows thickly, blinking his eyes like he’s trying to hold back tears. “I love you.”
It’s the “I love you” that does it. Makes Jared choke on a sob and reach out to Jensen for help getting up.
“‘Kay, put you’re arm over my shoulders. That’s it.”
Jared stumbles and Jensen wraps an arm around his waist to keep him standing.
“Easy. I’ve got you. I’m not gonna let you fall.”
The walk to Jensen’s building is slow and it’s practically right next door to the gallery.
It’s late enough that they don’t run into anyone in the hallways which Jared is eternally grateful for.
Jared leans up against the wall when they’re finally inside Jensen’s apartment. He’s shaking so hard he can barely stand on his own.
Watching Jensen do up the locks on the door Jared suddenly feels his stomach turn at the thought they might not be enough. Hell if someone really wanted in…
Pressing a hand to his mouth Jared stumbles his way into the bathroom and drops to the floor in front of the toilet to vomit, stomach clenching fitfully as reality pounds with memories inside his skull and Jared’s eyes water with the acrid burn in his mouth.
Jensen’s there beside him suddenly, hand resting on Jared’s back like it’ll do him any good.
Jared wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get out…” It’s the first words Jared manages to speak and they come out sounding hoarse and uncertain.
“Jared…”
“Get out!” Jared stands suddenly, forcing Jensen to stagger back. “Get the fuck out!” He screams. Shoving Jensen out of the bathroom and slamming the door shut. He stands for a time with his hands pressing into the wood of the door trying to work up the courage to strip and get in the shower.
There’s no lock on the door and as hard as he wishes, one doesn’t magically appear and grant him some sense of security.
Jared steps back from the door eventually and he tugs his shirt over his head. He stands for a second feeling vulnerable. Waiting for something to happen, when nothing does he stoops to untie his shoes. Fingers shaking as he undoes the laces and slips the sneakers off along with his socks.
He turns the water on before taking off his jeans and boxers. Not wanting to stand exposed while he waits for the water to heat up.
The spray from the shower beats against his skin and brings every bruise, every ache into focus when he finally steps into the shower.
He runs fingers through his hair, pulling out a few good clumps of it. The strands sticking together in one big mess he tosses into the trash because leaving it for Jensen to clean up in the shower is just kind of gross.
Jared tips his head back letting the water sluice through the blood on his face even though it burns across his nerves bad enough to make him shake.
He drinks from the hot stream of water trying to wash Nathan’s taste out of his mouth till he’s convinced the flavor against his tongue is nothing but memory coming back to haunt him.
Jared’s not sure how long he spends scrubbing himself down once he gets the soap in his hands he stops when there’s a knock at the door.
“I’ve got some clean clothes for you. I’m going to leave them by the door ‘kay?”
“Okay.” Jared calls back over the sound of the running water, brushing strands of wet hair off his face. He forces himself to shut off the water and step out of the shower.
Wrapping a towel around his waist Jared goes over to the door and crouches as he opens it just enough to fit the pile of clothes through the gap into the room, shutting the door promptly after.
The clothes turn out to be his. Jared must have left them here back during the months he and Jensen regularly got together to work off tension through sex.
They smell clean so Jensen must have washed them at some point recently; boxers, jeans, pale blue t-shirt with a darker neckline and the button up shirt he’d been looking for what seemed like ages with the brown and blue vertical stripes.
Jared dries off and dresses, going slowly so he doesn’t aggravate the aches in his body.
He usually dresses in layers because it’s convenient, now he does it for the flimsy veil of covering it offers. If Jared had been comfortable with it he probably would have given Jensen a hug for being considerate enough to give him the option.
When he finally emerges from the bathroom Jensen is standing just outside the door.
“Your hand…” Jared hisses, catching site of the bruised and swollen knuckles.
“It’ll be fine. I just need to ice it. Looks like you could use some ice too.” Jensen winces in sympathy, fingers brushing across a tender spot on Jared’s cheek. Dropping his hand quick before Jared can tell him to. “Got you good didn’t he?”
Watching Jensen head over to the freezer Jared seats himself on the couch, hands hanging down between his knees as he watches Jensen get two cold compresses out of the freezer. He sits trying to shake the feeling of despondency tightening around his chest.
“Do you want anything? Something to drink maybe?”
Jared knows Jensen’s trying to take care of him but the question seems ridiculous in the face of what just happened. All Jared can manage is to shake his head.
Jensen walks over to the couch and presses one of the icepacks against the bruise blossoming across Jared’s cheek. Jared flinching back a bit from the sudden cold and taking the icepack from Jensen.
“You have to report him.”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?” Jensen questions.
“I mean no.” Moving slowly so he doesn’t aggravate his battered body Jared lies back on the sofa, stretching out to his full length along the leather cushions. “I mean I’m not telling anyone. You’re not telling anyone. I don’t want anyone to know.”
Letting the subject drop Jensen sits down on the arm of the couch. Icepack pressed against his knuckles.
Jared tilts his head back to get a better look at Jensen’s hand. “Does it hurt?”
“Slugging that creep is worth the pain.” Jensen takes the icepack off his knuckles, the skin looking tender and sore as he flexes his fingers. “I think the cold is helping.”
Jensen’s phone rings and Jared picks it up from the coffee table, checking the LCD before handing it over to its proper owner. “It’s the dean.”
Tossing his own cold compress onto the coffee table Jensen takes the phone from Jared.
“Hello?”
Jared watches Jensen listening anxiously to the person talking on the other end of the line.
“Yeah I did. Because…” Jensen trails off glancing over at Jared and quickly looking away. “Does it matter?”
Jensen listens silently, jaw clenching so hard it pops. “Monday? Yeah I’ll be there.” Turning the phone off Jensen sets it aside and sighs, leaning back into the couch like it will erase all his worries.
“What’d they want?”
“It’s nothing.” Jensen replies, feigning a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
"Didn't sound like nothing."
“This is what’s been going on with you isn’t it?” Jensen says ignoring Jared's comment, stone faced. “This is why I kept seeing you crying at school. This is the real reason you dropped photography.”
“He just wouldn’t leave me alone.”
Jensen doesn’t say anything and Jared wishes he knew what was going on inside the man’s head.
Silence settles heavy over the room and Jared fills it with his fears.
“The school has my address. He can find out where I live.” Jared can’t manage to keep his voice steady. “Can…I stay?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
“Thanks.” Setting the icepack down Jared wraps his arms around himself. He’s having trouble feeling the things around him, feeling anything at all.
Jensen’s watching him like he’s going to shatter into a thousand splintered pieces at any moment and Jared wishes he would stop.
“Can I hold you?”
Jared nods hesitantly just so Jensen will stop staring at him and feel useful.
Jensen slides closer so he can get his arms around Jared.
It feels strange. Jared can feel it but he can’t feel it. It’s like someone shot him full of general anesthesia. He can feel the pressure of Jensen’s arms around him but the true sensation of it isn’t getting through. It’s a little scary.
“I love you.” Jensen says softly, and Jared leans into him and closes his eyes.
On To Part 6