[Fic] eviltwin and bloody_adorable: Smoke and Lightning
J2
Title: Smoke and Lightning: Heavy Metal Thunder
Writer:eviltwin and bloody_adorable, posted in arealwildchild
Status of work: Complete, and followed up by 3 further stunning stories, plus the most amazing art and vids etc etc etc
Characters and/or pairings:Jared/Jensen
Rating:PG all the way to NC-17 in subsequent chapters
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Nothing to warn against
Length:Really, really long.
Summary: Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Reccer's notes:I love the whole AU these stories are set in. When I first discovered the Verse I couldn’t put it down and stayed up until ridiculous times each night until I was about half way through the 3rd story at which point I started to calm down a bit.
The Art for this verse is phenomenal, and sheer quantity of supporting media is astonishing - sound tracks, vids, calendars etc. Unfortunately the audio book hasn’t been completed - I suspect it’s just too long - but if somebody wanted to have a go I believe the author’s would be up for it ☺.
The fic itself is very well written, and it’s got J2 being adorable, bikes, tattoo’s and rock music - really, what’s not to like. Jensen and Jared are beautifully formed (in the writing as well as in real life of course),
I would say that I’ve re-read this fic about 4 times now. With so much good fic to read out there, that makes it very clear to me just how blindingly good this fic is.
[Short excerpt]
"Ow, Jesus fuck."
Jensen arched his eyebrows at the curse. In his parents' house, he and his siblings weren't allowed to utter a single swear. And Dad had made a list for them to refer to, too.
Stepping closer, Jensen peeked inside the garage and saw someone there. He thought it must be the guy from the gas station. Jared, was it? He was shirtless and bent down in front of a very sporty motorcycle. Suicycle was scribed on the side, making Jensen's eyes flare out of fear for just a second. His attention returned to Jared, and he suddenly realized that all of the colors, lines and shading on the man's muscled shoulders formed into one big, continuous tattoo. The ink trailed down his right arm, most of the shapes undefinable upon a quick glance. A hint of another tattoo could be seen creeping out from underneath the waistband of his boxers, shown quite blatantly since his jeans were a bit too big and gaping at the waist.
Interrupting Jensen's staring game, there was the sound of metal upon metal and then a tool falling to the cement floor of the garage.
"Ow, God-fucking-dammit!"
Swallowing nervously, Jensen cleared his throat.
Jared turned his head to see who was there eavesdropping. It took him just a moment to recognize Jensen, and he stood to face him. "What's with the preppy look?"
Confused, Jensen shook his head. "What?"
"You look like you should be named Hoight Devonshire the Eighth, on a boat with your Irish Setter and smoking a pipe."
Jensen chuckled. The plastic that the flowers were wrapped in crinkled in his hands. "No," he said. "Jensen will do."
"Alright," Jared agreed. He picked up a rag and tried, unsuccessfully, to wipe the grease off his hands. As he did, he stepped closer. "What can I do for you?"
Jensen noticed two silver rings pierced through Jared's nipples. He averted his eyes and handed the man the flowers in his arms. "These are for you," he said. "Well, not for you. Well, they are. For you and your Dad, I mean. As a thanks. For yesterday."
Jared eyed the flowers and nodded. "Great," he said, devoid of any real emotion other than sarcasm. "Those'll look smashing on the mantle."
Jensen was sure that he'd just been made fun of, but didn't know what to say. He inched the flowers closer to Jared, hoping the man would just take them so that he could leave.
"Just put them inside," Jared told him, turning back to his bike.
He faltered for a moment. "You want me to put them inside?"
Jared grunted as he used the wrench on the bike, trying to get something loosened or tightened, Jensen couldn't tell which. "You've seen the place already, haven't you?"
"Yeah," he shrugged.
"Then you know there's jack-shit to steal."
Jensen's brow furrowed for just a second as he stared down at Jared's tattooed back. "Oh..." he mumbled softly, "...kay."