In the coils of a snake_13
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Chad contacted Jared on the encrypted line the next Saturday.
Jared was alone at the time, Jensen busy at his office with his business even though he was due to return soon for a meeting with Curtis Armstrong. As much as Jared hated the diminutive alpha, he was unable to deny the man’s resourcefulness regarding all things chemical- be it drugs or ammunition. And despite himself, he was curious about the new ‘super-secret weapon’ the man had indicated he would showcase; if for no other reason than to warn JD about the new threat. So Chad’s call was a welcome break from thinking about the upcoming meeting.
Taken aback by the unexpected code on his mail, Jared rang back immediately.
“J-Bird!” Chad greeted as jovially as ever.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why does something have to be wrong?”
“Because you sent a flash mail with the emergency-contact code?!”
“Oh- Oh, that!”
“Yes, that!” Jared groused, fairly certain by this point that it wasn’t something ground breaking.
“I may have been a bit too hasty to send you that. But in my defence, I didn’t expect you to ring back immediately,”
“Chad.”
“Just wanted you to know that you can rest easy, we’ve as good as got your guy.”
“Jensen?”
“No, not lover-boy. Your guy, you know the one you wanted me to take care of?”
“Really?”
“Yup, and a few other fish as well. Apparently something’s going down today on Dock 8. … think you can lure in your li’l snake as well? That’d make this a truly good haul,”
Jared sat down on the bed as his knees gave way under him: Jensen was supposed to meet Armstrong at Dock 8.
“J-bird?”
“I’ll- I’ll see what I can do,” Jared told his friend, hoping the man wouldn’t notice the uncertainty in his voice.
“That’d be great, J-bird, you-”
“Gotta go now, someone’s coming.”Jared fibbed. He cut the call without waiting for the other man’s response. For a long minute he simply sat there, trying to decide on what his action should be…
When Jensen arrived some twenty minutes later, Jared was dressed in the shortest skirt in his closet (the one he’d told Jensen he would never everwear) and sporting thigh-high heels. His eyes were done with smoky greys and his lips looked plump and kissable.
The alpha just froze at the sight.
“Uh…Jared?”
Jared didn’t bother with a verbal response, virtually throwing himself at the man as he attacked the other’s lips.
“Jared, wait!”
He pouted as he paused, looking questioningly at the older man.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Are you drunk? Drugged?”
“I’m fine. Would be better if you stopped asking stupid questions and fucked me.”
“Shit, Jared!” Jensen gasped as he grabbed at his painfully hard dick. “Give a man some warning before saying shit like that!”
“Want you. Need you to have sex with me, Jensen.” Jared told him, “Want your knot filling me up.”
“Jared,” Jensen growled, a hint of steel in his voice as he grabbed at the younger alpha’s wandering hands in order to stop him from feeling him up, “What on earth has gotten into you? We gotta meet Armstrong in a fifteen minutes-”
“Screw the meeting!”
“If I didn’t know better, I‘d say you’ve gone into heat-”
“You can say whatever you want, just want you to fuck me. Now!”
“But-“
“Fergus can handle it. Tell ‘em we’re gonna be late!”
“Okay- okay… gimme a moment,” Jensen gasped as Jared sucked a hickey just under his left ear. Awkwardly pushing him off, he waddled to the door, opening it a sliver and peering out: “Ty!”
The blue eyed blond alpha arrived promptly at the call. “You summoned?”
“Tell Fergus I’ve been- dammit Jared, let me finish talking!- held up. -Jared, gimme a moment Piggy, please!- he can- Dammit, Jared! I can’t talk if you-… he can take point. Make sure no one- Shit, F*ck!- no one disturbs me!”
Olson just rolled his eyes at his boss, under no illusion to what was happening on the other side of the partially closed door and walked off shaking his head.
Jensen locked the door and heaved a sigh of relief, turning to stare at an unrepentant Jared with narrowed eyes, “You little-!”
The younger alpha just stuck out his tongue cheekily and ran, vaulting over the side table as he tried to keep out of Jensen’s hands. He yelped and then grinned as he was eventually taken down over the bed. Instead of it dampening his spirits though, he just pushed his hips back and up into Jensen’s prominent bulge- smiling smugly like the cat that got the canary.
There was no talking for awhile as Jensen literally tore the clothes off Jared’s body before hurriedly removing his own. Then there was heavy breathing and wordless moans as the two men explored each other in a frenzy of feverish touches and passionate lips.
Jared wordlessly spread his legs wide as Jensen settled between them, still breathing heavily when the older man gripped his shoulders and peered down at him curiously. “Jared… tell me what brought this on?”
“Want you, Jensen… please!”
“That’s great, but tell me why. … if I didn’t know better I would have suspected that this was just a ploy to keep me from going out toda-”
Jared froze at the words, staring up at the gang-lord with wide eyes.
“Jared?” Jensen frowned.
“Punish me, alpha?” Jared tried, trying to smile but aware that he was failing miserably.
The older alpha’s eyes narrowed as he pulled away. Jared grabbed at his wrist desperately, “Jensen, please… don’t go… not today-”
“What’s happening today?”
“No-nothing… just… please don’t go?”
“You’re superstitious?”
“No!” Jared protested hotly before realizing he could have used the excuse to his advantage.
“Then what? You know how important this meet is. … Give. Me. A. Reason.” Jensen’s expression lightened slightly, “C’mon, Piggy... I was just beginning to trust you- don’t do this. Not now...”
“I- I have a bad feeling ‘bout it?” Jared offered.
“You know I need something more definitive than a feeling, don’t you?”
“It’s all I’ve got, Jensen. Please…”
“I- I can’t-…” Jensen sighed, exasperated. He glanced up at the cop, “My men- my men are out there, Jared-”
“It’s too late for them.” Jared told him shortly with a defeated sigh, “You can’t do anything about it right now, Jen- …”He froze as he seemed to realize what he’d let slip.
Jensen’s eyes narrowed and the man’s lips pursed. “Armstrong?”
“You really think I give a damn what happens to that bastard?”
“This was because he grabbed your ass all those weeks ago?!”
“What? No!”
“Jared.”
The cop lowered his eyes. A surprisingly gentle finger pushed his chin up to meet curious green eyes.
“Tell me,” The older man invited.
Jared shook his head.
“Tell me, Jared. C’mon.” The man wheedled.
“Chad just-just called me” Jared confessed in a whisper. “It’s- it’s an ambush.”
“Time?”
Jared shrugged, “Don’t know.”
Jensen nodded sharply, leaning over and grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He dialled a number and waited a tense minute as it rang. “Fergus.”
Jared watched with wide eyes as the alpha continued, “Just got a tip-off… so here’s what I want you to do: pick a fight with Armstrong… you could say something about his height, heaven knows the man is always touchy enough about it. Do it before the show starts, ‘kay? Then storm off.”
He paused for a moment, listening to what the man was saying before responding: “Yeah, I’ll call and apologise on your behalf if my tip is wrong, you don’t have to worry ‘bout it.”
And then: “Yeah okay. Be alert, okay? Bye.”
Jared swallowed as the call was disconnected, staring up nervously at the alpha. Jensen opened his arms.
Jared slumped in relief and leaned forward into the offered embrace. He sighed and relaxed as the strong arms closed around him protectively. It took a long minute for him to get his voce back, “Are you angry?”
Jensen shook his head.
“You promise?”
“Why did you do it?” Jensen asked curiously instead of answering.
“I didn’t! This wasn’t me, Jensen. Not this time!”
“No,” Jensen refuted, “I mean… why did you do this? Save me, I mean. … It should’ve been everything you wanted on a platter: me caught red-handed and put behind bars. Picked up from an arms deal no less, even my lawyers would’ve had a hard time getting me out of that one.”
“I don’t know,” Jared whispered, looking away.
“Jared… you- you just saved me, okay? Just tell me why…”
“I don’t know, okay?!” The cop snapped, and then mutinously turned his face away, “I really don’t know why I couldn’t let them catch you. It should be everything I want, but it just- it felt wrong.”
“I have a lot of red in my ledger, Jared. You know that. … and this could’ve been your only chance to put me behind bars,”
“Maybe you don’t deserve to be put behind bars,” Jared countered softly.
“You know what I’ve done,” Jensen whispered, “You cannot believe that,”
“I hadn’t been lying to Chad the other day, you know? You do more good than bad…”He chuckled as something occurred to him and he shook his head to clear it, “I’d hate to see what happens if Pellegrino becomes top boss.”
Jensen laughed with him but there was a strange fondness in his eyes.
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The next day’s headline had a picture of Pellegrino, Armstrong and Heyerdahl being led from the docs in handcuffs along a petite female who was touted to be Cortez’ daughter. Lehne had succumbed to his injuries from a gunshot wound as he’d tried to escape. … It was being called the biggest operation ever conducted by the police force and Jared shuddered as he pictured Jensen’s face in the same line-up.
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Chad contacted Jared on the encrypted line the next Saturday.
Jared was alone at the time, Jensen busy at his office with his business even though he was due to return soon for a meeting with Curtis Armstrong. As much as Jared hated the diminutive alpha, he was unable to deny the man’s resourcefulness regarding all things chemical- be it drugs or ammunition. And despite himself, he was curious about the new ‘super-secret weapon’ the man had indicated he would showcase; if for no other reason than to warn JD about the new threat. So Chad’s call was a welcome break from thinking about the upcoming meeting.
Taken aback by the unexpected code on his mail, Jared rang back immediately.
“J-Bird!” Chad greeted as jovially as ever.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why does something have to be wrong?”
“Because you sent a flash mail with the emergency-contact code?!”
“Oh- Oh, that!”
“Yes, that!” Jared groused, fairly certain by this point that it wasn’t something ground breaking.
“I may have been a bit too hasty to send you that. But in my defence, I didn’t expect you to ring back immediately,”
“Chad.”
“Just wanted you to know that you can rest easy, we’ve as good as got your guy.”
“Jensen?”
“No, not lover-boy. Your guy, you know the one you wanted me to take care of?”
“Really?”
“Yup, and a few other fish as well. Apparently something’s going down today on Dock 8. … think you can lure in your li’l snake as well? That’d make this a truly good haul,”
Jared sat down on the bed as his knees gave way under him: Jensen was supposed to meet Armstrong at Dock 8.
“J-bird?”
“I’ll- I’ll see what I can do,” Jared told his friend, hoping the man wouldn’t notice the uncertainty in his voice.
“That’d be great, J-bird, you-”
“Gotta go now, someone’s coming.”Jared fibbed. He cut the call without waiting for the other man’s response. For a long minute he simply sat there, trying to decide on what his action should be…
When Jensen arrived some twenty minutes later, Jared was dressed in the shortest skirt in his closet (the one he’d told Jensen he would never everwear) and sporting thigh-high heels. His eyes were done with smoky greys and his lips looked plump and kissable.
The alpha just froze at the sight.
“Uh…Jared?”
Jared didn’t bother with a verbal response, virtually throwing himself at the man as he attacked the other’s lips.
“Jared, wait!”
He pouted as he paused, looking questioningly at the older man.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Are you drunk? Drugged?”
“I’m fine. Would be better if you stopped asking stupid questions and fucked me.”
“Shit, Jared!” Jensen gasped as he grabbed at his painfully hard dick. “Give a man some warning before saying shit like that!”
“Want you. Need you to have sex with me, Jensen.” Jared told him, “Want your knot filling me up.”
“Jared,” Jensen growled, a hint of steel in his voice as he grabbed at the younger alpha’s wandering hands in order to stop him from feeling him up, “What on earth has gotten into you? We gotta meet Armstrong in a fifteen minutes-”
“Screw the meeting!”
“If I didn’t know better, I‘d say you’ve gone into heat-”
“You can say whatever you want, just want you to fuck me. Now!”
“But-“
“Fergus can handle it. Tell ‘em we’re gonna be late!”
“Okay- okay… gimme a moment,” Jensen gasped as Jared sucked a hickey just under his left ear. Awkwardly pushing him off, he waddled to the door, opening it a sliver and peering out: “Ty!”
The blue eyed blond alpha arrived promptly at the call. “You summoned?”
“Tell Fergus I’ve been- dammit Jared, let me finish talking!- held up. -Jared, gimme a moment Piggy, please!- he can- Dammit, Jared! I can’t talk if you-… he can take point. Make sure no one- Shit, F*ck!- no one disturbs me!”
Olson just rolled his eyes at his boss, under no illusion to what was happening on the other side of the partially closed door and walked off shaking his head.
Jensen locked the door and heaved a sigh of relief, turning to stare at an unrepentant Jared with narrowed eyes, “You little-!”
The younger alpha just stuck out his tongue cheekily and ran, vaulting over the side table as he tried to keep out of Jensen’s hands. He yelped and then grinned as he was eventually taken down over the bed. Instead of it dampening his spirits though, he just pushed his hips back and up into Jensen’s prominent bulge- smiling smugly like the cat that got the canary.
There was no talking for awhile as Jensen literally tore the clothes off Jared’s body before hurriedly removing his own. Then there was heavy breathing and wordless moans as the two men explored each other in a frenzy of feverish touches and passionate lips.
Jared wordlessly spread his legs wide as Jensen settled between them, still breathing heavily when the older man gripped his shoulders and peered down at him curiously. “Jared… tell me what brought this on?”
“Want you, Jensen… please!”
“That’s great, but tell me why. … if I didn’t know better I would have suspected that this was just a ploy to keep me from going out toda-”
Jared froze at the words, staring up at the gang-lord with wide eyes.
“Jared?” Jensen frowned.
“Punish me, alpha?” Jared tried, trying to smile but aware that he was failing miserably.
The older alpha’s eyes narrowed as he pulled away. Jared grabbed at his wrist desperately, “Jensen, please… don’t go… not today-”
“What’s happening today?”
“No-nothing… just… please don’t go?”
“You’re superstitious?”
“No!” Jared protested hotly before realizing he could have used the excuse to his advantage.
“Then what? You know how important this meet is. … Give. Me. A. Reason.” Jensen’s expression lightened slightly, “C’mon, Piggy... I was just beginning to trust you- don’t do this. Not now...”
“I- I have a bad feeling ‘bout it?” Jared offered.
“You know I need something more definitive than a feeling, don’t you?”
“It’s all I’ve got, Jensen. Please…”
“I- I can’t-…” Jensen sighed, exasperated. He glanced up at the cop, “My men- my men are out there, Jared-”
“It’s too late for them.” Jared told him shortly with a defeated sigh, “You can’t do anything about it right now, Jen- …”He froze as he seemed to realize what he’d let slip.
Jensen’s eyes narrowed and the man’s lips pursed. “Armstrong?”
“You really think I give a damn what happens to that bastard?”
“This was because he grabbed your ass all those weeks ago?!”
“What? No!”
“Jared.”
The cop lowered his eyes. A surprisingly gentle finger pushed his chin up to meet curious green eyes.
“Tell me,” The older man invited.
Jared shook his head.
“Tell me, Jared. C’mon.” The man wheedled.
“Chad just-just called me” Jared confessed in a whisper. “It’s- it’s an ambush.”
“Time?”
Jared shrugged, “Don’t know.”
Jensen nodded sharply, leaning over and grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He dialled a number and waited a tense minute as it rang. “Fergus.”
Jared watched with wide eyes as the alpha continued, “Just got a tip-off… so here’s what I want you to do: pick a fight with Armstrong… you could say something about his height, heaven knows the man is always touchy enough about it. Do it before the show starts, ‘kay? Then storm off.”
He paused for a moment, listening to what the man was saying before responding: “Yeah, I’ll call and apologise on your behalf if my tip is wrong, you don’t have to worry ‘bout it.”
And then: “Yeah okay. Be alert, okay? Bye.”
Jared swallowed as the call was disconnected, staring up nervously at the alpha. Jensen opened his arms.
Jared slumped in relief and leaned forward into the offered embrace. He sighed and relaxed as the strong arms closed around him protectively. It took a long minute for him to get his voce back, “Are you angry?”
Jensen shook his head.
“You promise?”
“Why did you do it?” Jensen asked curiously instead of answering.
“I didn’t! This wasn’t me, Jensen. Not this time!”
“No,” Jensen refuted, “I mean… why did you do this? Save me, I mean. … It should’ve been everything you wanted on a platter: me caught red-handed and put behind bars. Picked up from an arms deal no less, even my lawyers would’ve had a hard time getting me out of that one.”
“I don’t know,” Jared whispered, looking away.
“Jared… you- you just saved me, okay? Just tell me why…”
“I don’t know, okay?!” The cop snapped, and then mutinously turned his face away, “I really don’t know why I couldn’t let them catch you. It should be everything I want, but it just- it felt wrong.”
“I have a lot of red in my ledger, Jared. You know that. … and this could’ve been your only chance to put me behind bars,”
“Maybe you don’t deserve to be put behind bars,” Jared countered softly.
“You know what I’ve done,” Jensen whispered, “You cannot believe that,”
“I hadn’t been lying to Chad the other day, you know? You do more good than bad…”He chuckled as something occurred to him and he shook his head to clear it, “I’d hate to see what happens if Pellegrino becomes top boss.”
Jensen laughed with him but there was a strange fondness in his eyes.
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The next day’s headline had a picture of Pellegrino, Armstrong and Heyerdahl being led from the docs in handcuffs along a petite female who was touted to be Cortez’ daughter. Lehne had succumbed to his injuries from a gunshot wound as he’d tried to escape. … It was being called the biggest operation ever conducted by the police force and Jared shuddered as he pictured Jensen’s face in the same line-up.
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