On the Run Part 3a

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Title: On the Run

Author: sandradee30

Pairings: Jared/Jensen

Ratings: NC-17

Disclaimer: Please, like I could have that much control over anyone.

A/N1: My first try at J2 for the get a clue challenge at spn_first_time, but it’s not finished yet, so I’m posting it here to see what ya’ll think. The prompt I picked was J2 NON-AU, with something happening and the boys end up on the run, staying in motels and such like Sam and Dean.
A/N2:  The part is not betad yet, so any mistakes are mine.
A/N3:  I am in no way an expert on the FBI or how they do things.  Also I did a little medical research, but I am not a doctor and can totally be wrong.

Summary: “Jensen, Man, I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, but I didn’t know what to do. There was so much blood, and they were shooting…”



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On The Run


“Jared?” Jensen mumbled as Jared climbed into the bed.

“Had to pee, Dude,” Jared said slipping his arm back around him. “Go back to sleep.”

A small part of Jared wished Jensen didn’t believe him. That he’d asked more questions, but he didn’t. Instead, Jensen burrowed into his pillow, his breathing evening out.

Jared didn’t sleep. The conversation with Agent Lucas had lasted less than ten minutes. They were meeting in two days. Jared still had to pick a location. This whole cloak and dagger thing was new to him. He hadn’t been paying attention when they pulled into town. His focus had been on Jensen, but he did see a diner. They had been in so many the last week, the layout was practically burned into his brain. Other than the décor most were exactly the same, and he recalled that the back booths could not be seen through the front windows. At least they couldn’t get a sniper in to shoot him. God, his life had gone insane.

That thought was doubled as he looked at the man in his arms. It wasn’t fair. He’d waited so long, and now that he had Jensen, he was going to give him up. It was the right thing to do. They couldn’t run forever. It was impractical at best, dangerous at worst, and Jared wasn’t about to stand by and put Jensen in danger, not if he could help it.

He wasn’t going to tell him. Jensen would get defensive and try to talk Jared out of it. He couldn’t give him the opportunity. So they would have one day. One day for him to say goodbye, before they took him away.

He had no delusions that this was going to turn out good for him, but going to jail was certainly better than letting some hired gun shoot him.

J2

Jensen wasn’t a novice when it came to sex with a man. He’d had just as many male lovers as female, but Jared was different. They actually enjoyed each other’s company, even without the sex. They’d been friends’ first, best friends. That wasn’t something Jensen had done before. All his other relationships had been about attraction. Sex usually came before conversation, if conversation came at all. With Jared, he was content with lying in bed, the warmth of Jared’s body behind him comforting. Damn, Jared was turning him into a girl.

He laughed at the thought and groaned softly as the hand around his middle drew circles on his skin. “Sleeping.”

“Sure you are.” Jared’s hot breath ghosted down his neck, and he couldn’t suppress a full body shudder. “God, your easy.”

“Fuck you,” Jensen mumbled pushing back against Jared, his hard length rubbing against the small of Jensen’s back. “Horny bastard.”

“Can’t help it,” Jared said. “Got this amazingly hot guy trying to sleep next to me.”

Jensen snorted, turning in Jared’s embrace to capture his lips. Jared’s hips rocked against him, finding friction against his thigh. Jensen pushed Jared onto his back, straddling the bigger man and bringing his arms above his head.

Jared whined at the loss of contact, hips still moving. Jensen smiled into the kiss, before moving to bite at Jared’s jaw and down his neck. He squeezed Jared’s hands before letting them go, hoping he got the message. Skimming his hands down Jared’s chest, following the path with his mouth, stopping long enough to suck a nipple in, teasing it with his teeth.

“God, Jensen, please,” Jared moaned.

“Now who’s easy,” Jensen said, hands continuing down to capture Jared’s hips, thumbs dipping into the curve of the muscle. Promising himself never to make fun of Jared’s exorcise routine again, he followed the curve with his tongue, stopping just short of Jared’s erection.

“Jen,” Jared repeated over and over like a mantra, his hands balled into fists above his head.

“Want to make you feel good, Jare,” Jensen said sucking a bruise into the inside of Jared’s thigh.

“Fuck, Jen, quit teasing and just do it,” Jared demanded, his hands twitching to grab Jensen by the hair and thrust into that fuckable mouth.

Jensen smiled, circling his tongue around Jared’s belly button, dipping in and out as Jared’s erection bumped into his chin.

“Jen, please, please, pleeeAHHH!” The warmth of Jensen’s mouth engulfing him fully cut off Jared’s plea.

Jensen groaned as the first taste of Jared hit his tongue. It was better than any of his fantasies. He slid his tongue from base to tip, dipping into the slit the tang of pre-cum making him grow harder. Sucking the head in, he worked his tongue under, flicking at the bundle of nerves until he felt hands in his hair. Looking up, he caught Jared’s lust filled eyes and nodded his head.

He couldn’t believe Jensen was letting him. Jared couldn’t look away as he held Jensen in place and pumped in and out of his mouth. Jensen hollowed out his cheeks on the next up stroke, and Jared would deny later the needy whimper that produced. He tightened his grip on Jensen’s hair and thrust harder. Jensen didn’t loose his rhythm, sucking and swallowing, and Jared barely got a desperate groan out before he came, Jensen’s throat working him through his orgasm.

“God, Jen,” Jared whispered, pulling him up the second Jensen released him. He reached for Jensen only to be stopped by a gentle hand on his wrist. “But…”

“I’m good,” Jensen said with a smile.

“You mean…” Jared said eyes wide.

“Those noises you make…” Jensen said sheepishly. “I came before you did.”

Jared chuckled pulling Jensen down for a chaste kiss.

Content and completely fucked out, he must have dozed off. It was late morning when he stirred, alone in the bed.

“Jensen,” he called out, but didn’t get a response.

He stood, grabbing his boxers from the floor and slipping them on.

“Jensen,” he said knocking on the bathroom door and opening it when he got no answer. Just as he was starting to get worried the door opened.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Jensen smiled setting the bag he’d been holding down.

“Where were you?” Jared asked trying to calm his racing heart.

“Breakfast,” he said motioning toward the bag.

“Don’t do that again,” Jared said softly.

“Jared, what…” Jensen’s eyes grew big. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. You were sleeping, and I thought I’d run…”

Jared didn’t let him finish. His lips found Jensen’s, the desperation he had been feeling bleeding in, making it messy.

“Jared,” Jensen mumbled into the kiss. His hands found Jared’s chest and pushed slightly.

“Sorry,” Jared said breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against Jensen’s

Jensen let his hands wonder from muscled abs around Jared’s hips to his ass. “Don’t apologize. Just don’t want to cum before we get to the good part.”

Jared smiled, his own hands pulling at Jensen’s shirt. “Too many clothes.”

There were no more words as they both scrambled to pull off Jensen’s clothes, mouths meeting hungrily. Shucking his boxers, Jared growled deep in his chest, naked flesh finally touching. He pushed Jensen against the table, knocking the bag of food to the floor. Manhandling Jensen to his stomach, ass hanging off the table at just the right height.

Jensen moaned, trying to find friction against the table, but strong hands held him still.

“Jared,” Jensen groaned as a slick finger entered him. “I’m good. Just fuck me already.”

Jared bit lightly at the back of his neck, using his weight to hold him down. Slipping his finger from Jensen’s still stretched ass, Jared lined himself up and pushed.

“Shit,” Jared croaked, the warmth of Jensen’s body pulling him in. “So hot, Jen.”

“Move, damn it,” Jensen demanded, Jared’s body still holding him still.

Jared sat up, hands grasping Jensen’s hips, pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. He reveled in the shudder that shook Jensen, slamming in again and again.

Jensen gripped the edge of the table, each thrust producing exquisite friction. Jared shifted, changing his angle slightly, and Jensen keened, sensation exploding inside him, leaving him gasping for breath, his body jerking as he coated the table and his stomach with cum.

Jensen’s small whimper, his body going tense beneath him, was Jared’s undoing. He thrust one last time and let himself go, cuming so hard it almost hurt. He leaned his forehead against the back of Jensen’s neck, trying to catch his breath.

“Dude, if I don’t move soon I’m going to stick to this table,” Jensen said making Jared laugh.

“Shower,” he mumbled, groaning as he pulled back, slipping from Jensen. He quickly removed the condom and threw it in the wastebasket.

It was Jensen’s turn to laugh as Jared’s stomach growled. “I’ll shower. You eat.”

“Party pooper,” Jared mumbled.

Jensen smirked, grabbing some clothes before closing the bathroom door behind him.

J2

Jared smiled down at the man sleeping next to him. The sun had been up for hours and soon they would have to go, but for now Jared was enjoying the moment.

He was literally exhausted, having taken full advantage of the time he had with Jensen. They’d spent the entire day in the motel, exploring. He’d learned that Jensen’s most sensitive spot was behind his right ear, and if he sucked just right, Jensen made the most incredible noise. Lucky for him, Jensen was eager to reciprocate, that mouth better than any of Jared’s fantasies. He got hard just thinking about it. Eventually he did get that shower, but they didn’t get real clean.

They had ventured out for dinner, Jared letting Jensen lead him to the diner. The layout had been the same, and Jared took note of where the exits were. He’d managed to escape to the bathroom long enough to call Agent Lucas without tipping Jensen off.

Sighing, Jared ran a finger along Jensen’s jaw. “Jensen.”

“Huh?” Jensen mumbled.

“Time to get up. We have to check out in thirty minutes,” Jared said climbing out of bed.

“Don’t want to.” Jensen burrowed further under the covers.

“We’ve stayed here for longer than we should. We need to…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen grumbled, throwing the covers off. “I’m up. Quit whining.”

An hour later they were sitting in the back of the diner sipping their coffee. Jared tried not to stare at Jensen, but he couldn’t help it. The idea of never getting to touch him again, made his insides hurt. That didn’t stop him from ordering more than usual, eliciting a headshake and smirk from the man across from him.

“Hungry?”

“You have no idea,” Jared mumbled.

Brow furrowed, Jensen went back to sipping his coffee. Jared was acting strange. Well, stranger than usual. He had practically pushed Jensen out the door this morning, like he was going to be late for an appointment or something. Shaking the thoughts from his head, Jensen excused himself, brushing his hand over Jared’s shoulder and down his back as he passed.

“Tease,” Jared mumbled, just loud enough for Jensen to hear.

Jensen just smiled and continued to the bathroom.

Lost in thought, Jared didn’t notice the time passing until the food arrived. Looking at his watch, he was surprised to see that Jensen had been gone for twenty minutes. Odd.

He was halfway to the bathroom when his phone rang.  “Hel…”

“Keep walking.”

“Excuse me?” Jared asked looking suspiciously around the diner.

“Keep walking, down the hallway. There’s a door in the back…”

“Who the hell is this?”

“You want to see your friend again, you will follow my instructions.”

“Jared! Don’t…” Jared gasped as the sound of flesh hitting flesh followed by a groan echoed through the phone.

“STOP!” Jared croaked as he stumbled out the back door. “What do you want?”

“You have something that we want.”

“What? No, you don’t…” Jared cringed as Jensen cried out again. “Ok, ok, I’ll bring you what you want, just stop.”

J2

Jared paced the room. Reluctant to leave the area, Jared went back to the motel and got a room. He stopped pacing and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes and everything would be decided. Sighing, he picked up his phone and dialed.

“Agent Lucas.”

“I don’t have a lot of time, so just listen. I didn’t skip out on you this morning. I was there, but the guys you’re really after took my friend. They want to trade for something they think I have. I’m going to meet them…”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“At the moment, I don’t care. I won’t let them hurt Jensen. You want me that bad. I’ll be at the warehouse two blocks north of the diner. Come and get me.”  He hung up quickly, trying to catch his breath.

Grabbing the duffle he had stuffed with newspaper, he said a silent prayer to who ever was listing and left the room.

J2

The warehouse was quit. It made Jared nervous. The door creaked as it opened, and Jared found himself face to face with a gun. Now, Jared had been trained to fight, stunts and all, but guns were a different story. The prop guns made a lot of noise, but used correctly, they couldn’t hurt you. The site of the loaded gun pointed at his chest sent chills down his spine, and he instantly raised his hands.

The goon behind the gun grabbed Jared by the shirt and dragged him further into the warehouse.

“Another pretty boy.” Jared stumbled as he was pushed forward, anger boiling inside him as he spied Jensen tied to a chair, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.

“Jared, you shouldn’t have…” Jensen mumbled before the man backhanded him, his head rocking back and than forward, more blood oozing from a cut above his right eye.

“Stop it,” Jared roared, forgetting in his anger the man next to him with the gun. A sharp pain brought him to his knees before he could move toward Jensen, and he felt a sticky trail of blood drip down the back of his neck.

The man stepped over him, handing the bag over. Jared held his breath, trying to clear his vision as he stood, hoping to get his feet under him before they realized his deception. He barely made it.

“What is this?” the man asked turning the bag upside down, the newspaper pooling at his feet. “Where’s my money?”

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the warehouse, and three small canisters rolled into view before spewing acrid smoke into the air. The two men lost focus, eyes darting to their surroundings. Jared used the distraction to his advantage, two long strides bringing him next to Jensen and pulling him to the floor.

“Stay down,” Jared said moving to the closest man. One large fist to the face, and Jared was stepping over him. The second man turned just in time, dodging Jared’s fist and bringing his own up, connecting soundly with Jared’s jaw, leaving his already abused head spinning.

“Jared,” Jensen called out trying to get to his feet.

The site of Jensen, spurred Jared on, catching the man’s hand as he pulled a gun from his waistband. They wrestled for the gun, weaving this way and that, before Jared brought his knee up into the man’s stomach. His grip loosened and Jared pulled the gun free, bringing his knee up again. This time into the man’s face, sending him to the floor, unconscious.

Jared turned to Jensen, still holding the gun, just as three armed men entered the room. Jensen watched in horror as Jared’s body jerked and fell to the floor, gunshots echoing through the warehouse.

“NO!” Jensen screamed scrambling on his hands and knees to Jared’s side, pulling him into his lap.

Blood poured from Jared’s mouth as he gasped for breath. Jensen moved Jared’s jacket aside shocked at the amount of blood blossoming from two gunshots, one in his shoulder, and the other in his chest.

Suddenly hands were on him, pulling him back, away from Jared. He lashed out, connecting hard, feeling something crunch, trying desperately to hold onto Jared, babbling nonsense, incoherent to anything but the sound of Jared gasping. A sharp pain in his arm had him turning, the needle leaving before he even comprehended the action.

“No,” he mumbled, his body relaxing without his permission. He wanted to scream at them, hurt them, anything to keep them from taking him away from Jared. Jensen tried to resist as they pride his arms free, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.

His mouth however… “God damn, Fuckers. Get your hands off me. Jared! No! Get off!”

Jared disappeared behind a swarm of people, and Jensen couldn’t hear him anymore. He tried to fight as they placed him on a gurney and strapped his arms down.

“Get off me. Jared… Please!” he screamed as they wheeled him out of the warehouse.

J2

“Get the fuck away from me!” Jensen didn’t care who they were. He wasn’t answering any questions until someone told him where Jared was.

He had woken up handcuffed to a hospital bed, his harsh words sending the young nurse who’d had the bad luck of being the only person in the room, running for the doctor. The doctor didn’t help. Just kept asking him questions, like he was the one who was hurt. When his ranting didn’t get a response, he started throwing things. Anything within reach was fair game, the phone, the light, even the stupid potted plant that had shattered when it hit the wall.

“Mr. Ackles don’t make me sedate you again,” the doctor warned.

“Fuck you. I want someone in here who can tell me what’s going on. Now!” Jensen screamed and proceeded to shred his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand free of the handcuffs.

“Mr. Ackles…”

Jensen ignored him, focusing on twisting his hand free. He gasped as a needle was stuck into his arm. Head lolling to the side, he glared at the doctor.

“Asshole.”

J2

He was really and truly screwed. The joke would have made him laugh if it wasn’t true. The sad part was, he really didn’t care. He’d come to a conclusion after waking up again, both hands in soft restraints, mind fuzzy from whatever was dripping from the IV into the back of his hand.

Jared was dead. Nobody had actually told him that, but they didn’t deny it either. There had been so much blood. He closed his eyes trying to erase the memory.

“Jensen?” the harsh voice startled him, but he kept his eyes closed, hoping whoever it was would go away. A hand touched his forehead, and he couldn’t help but shrink away. “Dude, please.”

It was Mike. Jensen opened his eyes to glare at the man, but stopped, the sadness in Mike’s face telling him all he needed to know. The reality of it slammed into him, and he couldn’t breath.

“Jensen, calm down,” Mike said his voice full of panic.

Jensen didn’t listen, he couldn’t. The emotions were so intense it hurt. It hurt to breath, to even think. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to crawl inside himself and forget it all.

“Jensen, stop it, Jared needs you.” The words were like a physical blow. Jared? But how?

Something scratchy was put over his face. “Deep breaths young man.”

For once Jensen did as he was told, if only to clear his head long enough for an explanation. He was confused. Jared was dead. He was so sure, but… Jared had to be alive to need him, right?

“Mike,” Jensen mumbled.

“Yeah.” The man came into view next to the doctor, and he looked like shit, clothes rumpled, day’s worth of stubble and eyes that were in desperate need of sleep.

“Jared… he’s…” he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“They wanted to wait to tell you. Make sure you were calm and all that shit. I tried to talk them out of it, I swear. I knew you’d be calmer if they’d just tell you.”

“Mike,” Jensen growled.

“He’s alive, Jensen, but it’s bad. He was in surgery for a long time, and he lost a lot of blood. His heart stopped twice…”

Jensen couldn’t stop the sob or the tears that he’d been holding back.

“I need to see him,” Jensen whispered.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the doctor said, a syringe already in his hand.

“Mike, I need to see for myself, I need…” The doctor injecting the contents of the syringe into the IV cut Jensen off. It was only a matter of seconds before his head grew fuzzy again, and his eyes too heavy to keep open.

J2

Angry shouts brought Jensen back to consciousness. The fuzziness was still there, though, making him feel like he was floating.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep doping him, he could tell you that,” he heard Mike scream.

“I realize this is hard for you, but subjecting Jensen to any stress right now, in all probability will push him further into himself.”

“And I’m telling you that the best medicine for both of them is each other. You said yourself that Jared could hear us. The one voice that he needs to hear right now is Jensen’s.”

“I said no,” the doctor said ending the conversation.

Eyeing the restraints, Jensen twisted his wrist, smiling as his hand slowly came free. He released his other hand and then pulled the IV. Shaking his head he unsteadily got to his feet and groaned as the room spun around his. Swallowing the bile that pooled in the back of his throat, he grabbed the robe from the chair, grateful to whoever had left it there.

He leaned heavily against the door as he opened it, checking the hallway before slipping out. Using the wall for support he moved slowly down the hallway. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know where Jared was. Coming to a stop at the elevators, he was blessed with a sign. He was on the third floor and Critical Care, which he figured was where Jared was, was on the seventh floor.

Pushing the up button he tried to steady his shaking hands, not looking at the other occupants as he stepped onto the elevator. Swaying slightly without the aid of the wall to hold him up, he was relived when the elevator didn’t stop until it reached the seventh floor.

Once he exited the elevator, he leaned heavily against the wall and took a couple deep breaths before feeling steady enough to continue down the hallway. He passed the nurses station without looking, not paying attention to anything else but finding Jared.

“Hey, you can’t go down there,” someone called after him, but he didn’t listen. He barely heard them. The rooms were open, with glass doors dividing them. He kept up a steady pace, looking in each room, hoping for a glimpse of messy brown hair. He ignored his body’s demand for him to stop, the slight pain in his stomach, the racing of his heart and tightness in his chest.

“Young man, what are you doing here?” a doctor asked coming out of one of the rooms.

Jensen ignored him, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. His hands started to shake and pain radiated from his body. He knew something was wrong before he reached for the wall. He couldn’t breath. Sinking to the floor, he tried desperately to pull air into his lungs. Black dots danced at the edge of his vision.

“Holy shit. Jensen?” Chad? What was he doing there? He barely had time to think, before Chad was next to him, hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t make him understand. Gripping Chad’s arm with one hand he put his other hand to his own chest.

“All those stupid drugs they’re giving you,” Chad mumbled. “I need some help!”

Suddenly he was surrounded. Questions were fired at him from different directions. Could he breath? Stupid question. Did his chest hurt? Did his head hurt?

God, he didn’t care, he just wanted to see Jared.

“Jared,” he managed to mumble.

He saw Chad’s angry face behind all the medical personnel, before he turned and stalked down the hallway.

Jensen lost track of what was going on. They were moving him. Something was placed on his face, and it was easier to breath. A pinch in his hand was followed by the fuzziness, and then consciousness left all together.

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