Kept!verse: A Matter of Timing
This is the eleventh story in my Kept!verse, in which Jeff's a billionaire, Jensen's a princess and Jared's the long suffering bodyguard. It follows The Bells are Gonna Chime
Title: A Matter of Timing
Author: tabbyshhh
Wordcount: 3,064
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki/Tom Welling
Warnings: RPS, AU, Sexual assault
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of this is real. As far as I Know Jeff isn’t a billionaire, Jensen isn’t a princess and Jared isn’t a bodyguard.
Summary: Jared wishes he hadn’t asked
Notes: Thanks to everyone who commented on the previous stories in this verse. Sorry it's been so long since I updated.
“Was Chris really your first body guard?” Jared demands when Jensen finally makes it out of bed and downstairs. They’d had a party to celebrate his birthday the night before and he was tired and hung over.
“Yep.” He answers simply, heading for the coffee machine.
“I thought Sterling had been working for Jeff longer.” Jared replies.
“He has.” Jensen sighs, half way through his first cup and already feeling so much better. “Jeff had security. I didn’t. Chris was my first body guard. Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” Jared glowers.
“Are you jealous?” Jensen asks incredulously. “Dude, it was 8 years ago. I didn’t even know you existed. It’s not like I chose him over you.”
“I know that.” Jared pouts.
“Hey, man, you were on MTV this morning.” Chris announces, entering the room with Bisou hot on his heels. “The bitch wants her daddy.”
“Don’t call her a bitch.” Jensen glares, bending down to pet the dog. “He’s still sleeping, sweetheart, he’s not as young as he used to be.”
“I heard that.” Jeff enters the kitchen clutching his phone and heads straight for the coffee Jensen’s holding out to him, thanking him with a grateful kiss.
“You are not going to the office today, Jeff.” Jensen pulls the phone out of his hand and holds it menacingly over the coffee pot.
“I’m not.” Jeff agrees hurriedly. “I was just texting Gerard to remind him I won’t be there.” Jensen hands over the phone and Jeff relaxes visibly. The last time Jensen had gotten hold of his phone when Jeff was irritating him by contacting the office when he was supposed to be on vacation he’d put it in the dishwasher.
“Good.” Jensen kisses him again. “You can make some breakfast.”
“I made you breakfast yesterday.”
“Because it was my birthday! It’s still your turn to do it today.”
“Fine.” Jeff opens the fridge and starts rifling through it.
“What did you say?” Jensen turns to Chris.
“I said you were on MTV this morning.” Chris repeats with a grin. “That’s why Jared’s sulking.”
“I’m not sulking.” Jared argues, from his seat on the floor where he’s petting Bisou.
“Why was I on MTV?” Jensen asks distractedly, getting out a bowl so Jeff can make an omelette.
“It was Hottest Billionaires or something like that. Jeff was featured on there and they had a picture of you and were saying how many million dollars a year you spend on clothes and stuff, Princess.”
“I do not spend millions of dollars on clothes every year!” Jensen replies indignantly. “Do I?” He asks Jeff. Chris starts laughing and even Jared breaks out of his funk to smile.
“Not every year.” Jeff agrees.
“Whatever.” Jensen rolls his eyes. “I’m worth every penny.”
“Definitely.” Jeff kisses the side of his neck and then gets back to making breakfast.
“So, what do my spending habits have to do with Jared sulking?”
“Not sulking.” Jared chimes in.
“They were talking about your ‘loyal security force’,” Chris answers mocking the presenter’s accent. “And there was a candid picture of you and me jogging.”
“That’s it?” Jensen shoots Jared an incredulous look. “Dude, I didn’t send them the photo.”
“I’m not sulking with you.” Jared replies, arms folded and bottom lip protruding. “It just would have been cool to be on MTV. I’m with you all the damn time, how did Chris end up on the picture?”
“Maybe they don’t have a camera big enough to get your sasquatch ass in frame.” Chris shrugs.
“Hey! Just because you’re an Oompa Loompa…”
“Enough.” Jeff intervenes quietly. Jared stops immediately and Chris looks contrite.
“Sorry, man.” They both murmur. Jensen grins at them, obviously amused.
“Dude, there was a picture of you next to me when they did that article about Jeff in Vanity Fair.” He reminds Jared. “And you both made the news when that nut job shot at me.”
“Exactly.” Jeff hands them both a plate of food and points them towards the table. “If it was a competition, which it’s not, you’d be pretty neck and neck.” He sits down next to Jensen with his own food. “And if you were working right now you’d both get fired for raising your voices when my head is killing me.” Jared and Chris both grin at him widely.
“You did get pretty trashed last night.” Jared laughs, his sulk forgotten.
“You know better than to let me drink that much champagne.” Jeff nudges Jensen who grins at him.
“You’re a grown man.” He reminds his husband. “Besides, you’re fun when you’re drunk on champagne.”
“Not the morning after.” Jeff sighs.
“Did you take the Aspirin I left on the bathroom counter?” Jensen checks. Jeff nods since he’s got a mouth full of food. “Then stop whining, you’ll be fine.” Jeff rolls his eyes and carries on eating.
*
“Dude, you should count the zeros on your receipts sometimes.” Jared points out. “It’s kind of terrifying.”
“It’s Prada.” Jensen shrugs, throwing his bags down at the bottom of the stairs and heading into the kitchen.
“Did Jeff piss you off?” Jared asks warily. They’ve been shopping all morning but Jensen hasn’t shown any signs of needing retail therapy to cheer him up.
“No.” Jensen turns to grin at him happily. “He increased the monthly limit on my credit cards.”
“I thought agreeing to let you remodel the kitchen was your birthday present.” Jared frowns.
“No, man, I had to work to get him to agree to that.” Jensen grins and Jared wrinkles his nose.
“I don’t want to hear about your loose morals, sir.” He declares dramatically, grinning when Jensen laughs.
“Dude, don’t try and tell me you didn’t use exactly the same persuasion techniques to convince Tom to get a dog.” Jensen arches an eyebrow.
“Maybe not exactly the same but probably similar.” Jared agrees. “Wasn’t the limit on your cards already huge?”
“Yeah.” Jensen grins, handing Jared a plate with a sandwich on. “But I threw out loads of my old stuff, remember?” Jared nods. He now has more shoes than he knows what to do with.
“You’re so spoiled.” Jared shakes his head and laughs, tucking into the sandwich appreciatively. “This is good.” He compliments.
Jared stacks their dishes in the dish washer when they finished eating and carries Jensen’s bags up to his closet. He finds Jensen sitting in the lounge looking at one of his core texts for college.
“Dude, I wanted to talk to you.” Jared throws himself down on the sofa opposite Jensen, waiting to be reprimanded for jumping on the furniture. Jensen doesn’t bother, just puts his book down with a sigh and gives Jared his full attention.
“Chris said something?” He asks.
“Kind of.” Jared admits. He’d been concerned when Chris had told him that there had been a specific incident leading to Jensen having personal security, and now that Jensen had guessed so easily what Jared wants to talk about he’s even more concerned.
“What did he tell you?” Jensen asks.
“Just that something happened to you.” Jared replies.
“It’s not a big deal, Jared. It was nearly 8 years ago. I was always going to need security eventually. Jeff just kept getting richer and richer and more famous because of it. Driving round in nice cars and wearing nice clothes will always make you a target and then because people knew who I was as well…”
“Someone targeted you specifically?” Jared asks. “Why have I never been told about it?” He demands. “How am I supposed to protect you if I don’t know anything about the threat?”
“There is no threat, Jared.” Jared looks up, surprised to see Jeff standing in the doorway. Jeff takes a seat next to Jensen, tugging him in closer. Jared tries not to feel guilty about asking when he sees that Jensen does look a little pale. “There’s no threat.” Jeff repeats. “Because he died in prison.” Jared raises an eyebrow and Jeff shakes his head. “It was tempting.” He admits. “But it had nothing to do with me.
*
Jensen scrubs at his hands at the small sink in the studio Jeff’s been renting for him. When their house is finished Jeff’s promised Jensen he can have his own studio inside it, which will mean it won’t matter so much when he loses track of time like he has today.
They’re supposed to be going to a charity ball and Jensen has less than 2 hours to get home and make himself look presentable. That’s if he can ever get the red paint out from under his nails. He turns around to grab his phone so he can call Jeff to ask someone to come and collect him. He usually walks back to their apartment, it’s only fifteen minutes away, but he doesn’t really have time.
He steps out of the small bathroom and into the main body of the studio, scanning the room for where he’d left his phone. He stops abruptly when his eyes land on a man.
“Hi.” The guys smiles at him guilelessly.
“Hi.” Jensen replies automatically. “Um, can I help you with something?”
“Oh, I sure hope so.” The guy steps further into the room and Jensen frowns when he sees that the door has closed behind him. He tries to scan the room again for his phone, he’s sure he left it next to his jacket.
“This is private property.” Jensen changes his approach. “You should leave.”
“I should.” The guy nods. “But I’m not going to.”
“What do you want?” Jensen asks, trying not to sound scared. “You’ve obviously already got my phone. My watch is right there.” He points to the table that holds the watch Jeff got him for his birthday.
“I don’t want your watch,” the man sneers, stepping closer. Jensen steps back, but there’s nowhere to go. It’s not a big studio and it’s on the second floor so the window is no use. This up close Jensen can see how big the guy really is. His neck is huge and his biceps are straining against his sleeves. Jensen’s never really been a fan of the over muscular type, and it’s obvious that this guy works out. Even heavy manual labour wouldn’t make someone grow to that size. It’s still intimidating as hell though. Jensen’s not as skinny as he used to be but the guy’s massive and at least 2 or three inches taller than him. He presses closer, forcing Jensen to back up against the wall. “I want you.” The guy leers.
“Fuck off.” Jensen pushes at him but his strength seems to have deserted him and it’s a feeble attempt.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” The man laughs. “Only put out if you’re being paid in fancy clothes or diamonds from your sugar daddy?” He scoffs. “I’ve seen you two around. You need to know what a real man is.”
“Jeff is a man.” Jensen retorts weakly, wishing he could get his mouth to shut up so that his brain could figure out a way to get out of this mess.
“You think that now.” The guy sniffs. “But you’ll change your mind.” He presses his mouth to Jensen’s in an awful parody of a kiss. Jensen clamps his mouth shut and starts to fight harder when the man’s tongue slides out to lick against Jensen’s lips. Jensen can feel the guy’s erection pressing into his leg and he wants to scream at himself for being so weak, for not trying harder to get away. He’s going to rape him and Jensen will have no one to blame but himself. He doesn’t scream though, terrified of giving the man chance to put his disgusting tongue in his mouth.
“Open your mouth.” The guy instructs, moving back a fraction to glare at Jensen. Jensen shakes his head resolutely, letting out an undignified squeak when a thick hand wraps around his throat, limiting his air supply. Jensen stretches up on his toes to try and get away from the hand but all that does is encourage the guy.
“So fucking pretty.” He laughs. “You think he’s still going to want you when I’m done? Or do you think he’ll throw you away like the trash you are?” He releases his hold on Jensen neck fractionally and Jensen manages to get in a good lung full of air before it tightens again.
The guy decides to step it up though, and brings his free hand to Jensen’s crotch, rubbing his dick through his jeans.
“You’re going to love it.” The guys sneers, right in Jensen’s face. “I see you with him, following him around like a puppy, looking for scraps of affection when all you really need is a real man to show you what’s what. Can’t even get it up can you?” The way that the guy is rubbing against Jensen’s dick is painful and not at all a turn on, as if the fear wasn’t enough. The guy looks down at what his hand is doing and let’s go of Jensen’s throat to rip at his jeans, getting the button and zipper undone, he shoves his hand down inside them before pressing his mouth to Jensen’s again. This time Jensen manages to react, opening his mouth and biting down violently on his tongue. The guy rears back but in his agony he squeezes Jensen’s balls hard and Jensen can’t help but scream. He manages to throw his weight forward though, knocking the guy, who’s now holding his bleeding tongue, off balance and to the floor, so his hand slips out of Jensen’s jeans. Jensen spits blood on the floor before gathering his wits and realising he should be heading for the door.
The guy grabs Jensen’s ankles and he falls face down over the table, sending his watch and keys flying across the small room. He realises immediately that it’s not a good position to be in but it’s too late and the man throws himself onto Jensen, pinning him there and wrestling with Jensen’s jeans to get them down.
“No underwear?” He says in Jensen’s ear.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” Jensen retorts, struggling to get away. As soon as he feels the guy’s naked flesh pressed against his own he goes still. He can’t process what’s happening. He can’t move and suddenly all he can do is scream for Jeff, even though there’s no chance he’d be able to hear. “Stop!” He begs, before starting to scream Jeff’s name again. The man is forcing a leg between Jensen’s thighs to spread them wider when the door flies open.
Jensen hates guns but he’d gladly slide to the floor and kiss Sterling’s feet right now for insisting on always carrying one. The fact that it’s Jeff who’s holding it is terrifying in a new way.
“You get the hell off him right now.” Jeff says, his voice sounding low and dangerous in a way Jensen’s never heard it before. In any other situation he might have found it hot, but not now.
“Jeff.” Jensen slips to the floor as soon as the guy steps back, aware that he’s half naked but unable to care.
*
“Did you shoot him?” Jared asks, aghast at the tale.
“No.” Jeff sighs. “Jensen was on the floor crying my name. I gave the gun to Sterling and went to him. The police arrived a few minutes later.”
“How the hell did it not end up on the news?”
“I wasn’t that well known back then.” Jeff shrugs. “And I managed to pull a few strings. Jensen didn’t want everyone to know.”
Jared feels the sting of guilt for even asking. Jensen had been seriously sexually assaulted and he’d just made him rehash the whole thing. The fact that Jensen is clinging to Jeff and worrying at his thumbnail while staring vacantly at a spot over Jared’s shoulder doesn’t help much.
“So how did you end up with Chris?” Jared asks, unable to help himself. “He said he’d never worked personal security before.
“After…after the attack,” Jeff starts hesitantly, “Jensen was obviously pretty shaken.” Jared nods encouragingly. “We ended the lease on the studio and stepped up construction on the house so it would be done sooner but…”
“But I lost it.” Jensen says softly.
“You didn’t.” Jeff argues. “You had every right to be scared. I was goddamn terrified.”
“I just…I didn’t like being on my own.” Jensen sighs. “Jeff took some time off work but it wasn’t enough. I was mad at myself for not being able to fight him off and I just kept wondering what would have happened if Jeff hadn’t got there.”
“At the time Chris was working the door at a few clubs and teaching martial arts on the side.” Jeff gets back to Jared’s question. “Steve knew him from the club circuit and put us in touch with him. I convinced Jensen to have a few private lessons and when the two of them hit it off…it made sense to offer him a job.” Jeff sighs.
Jared nods thoughtfully because a lot of things suddenly make sense now. Chris has always been kind of possessive about Jensen in an entirely platonic way. He always insists on checking out the new staff before they’re allowed near Jensen, and although Jensen usually rails against anything that restricts his life Jared’s never heard him tell Chris to back off. Chris and Jensen also spend at least an hour a week practising self defence in the gym. Jared has always thought it was mostly for fitness reasons, they are both vain about their bodies, but he can see now why Jensen would want to keep up his self defence skills.
Jensen still doesn’t go very far on his own though, if he’s not accompanied by security he’s with Jeff, or Steve or Tom. The only place he really goes on his own is Church and that’s only a ten minute walk away. Jared also has his suspicions that Jeff has Jensen followed even when he’s only going there. Chris always complains about working on Sundays but whenever Jared’s been around in the morning Chris is nowhere to be seen. He doesn’t raise it now though, if he knows about it Jensen probably knows too and chooses to ignore it. For a very good reason.