All Ways Are Jensen's Ways (Pt 1/2)
Title: All Ways Are Jensen's Ways
Characters: Jensen/Jared, OMCs/Jared, Danneel Harris, Misha Collins, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Rob Benedict, Ty Olsson, James Patrick Stuart, Mark Pellegrino
Rating: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 6677
Warning(s): This is hooker fic, so there are the consent issues that go with that.
Summary: Written for the very lovely big_heart_june and her very kick ass mob boss Jensen prompt. Jared is new in town and and he has no idea what he's stepping into or who exactly Jensen is, but he's about to find out. Step into my office ;P
Jared saw the redhead in the mirror behind the bar as she approached before he felt her hand on his upper arm, her white glove stark against his dark suit jacket, “You’re new,” is what she said before taking the seat next to him, the bar tender setting down a martini at her place before she was fully seated, “But that suit is older than you and ill-fitting. You stick out like a gorilla in a flamingo enclosure.”
She opened up her purse and took out her cigarette holder, placed a fresh one into the fitting and Jared lit it for her, rolling his lighter a little between his thumb and forefinger in her eye line when she raised her eyebrow at him, “Thank you,” she said.
“Flamingos huh?” he asked.
She smirked, taking a draw as she tipped her head back shaking her auburn curls just so before she exhaled her smoke, “They have a certain elegance don’t you think?”
“Got nothing on you I’m sure Miss.”
The redhead opened her mouth in mock surprise, “Well I’ll be, looks like I found myself a charmer,” and she took the olive from her glass, slid it off nice and slow with her teeth and she took a sip of her drink before taking another drag of her cigarette. Her other hand grazed the inside of his thigh as she leaned into his ear. He watched her tongue flick out over her bottom lip in their reflection.
“Listen-,”
“Jared.”
“Jared,” she repeated with a dark huff of a giggle, “I don’t know where you came from Sugar, but we got rules in this town. I work this hotel.”
Jared leaned back a little, just enough so that he could meet her eyes, his hand slipping down to cover hers, “What if I don’t play by the rules? Sugar.”
She let out a chuckle as dirty as sin, moved her hand to his dick and squeezed hard, Jared closed his eyes, “You don’t want to know what happens to freelancers kid, it ain’t worth it. You want to sell your ass and your dick in this city,” she eased up on the pressure, “you do it through Mr. Morgan.”
Jared opened his eyes, everything inside him wanted to fight her words, he wasn’t going to work for anyone. He would make his own way. But there was something about her, “Tell me your name.”
“Danneel.”
She said it quietly and without pause.
“Well Danneel it was nice to have been groped by you, but I think I better be on my way-” he pushed himself to his feet, and she took her hand back from his thigh.
“Do you even have a place to stay?”
That stopped him.
“My apartment,” she said and she held out a key to him close between their bodies.
“You have an apartment?” he didn’t know why he sounded so surprised; she was very clean and for a moment he had even wondered if perhaps she was someone who he could interest in purchasing his services.
“Mr. Morgan takes good care of his investments. Here,” she placed the key and a napkin in his hand, “We can talk more in the morning.”
He glanced down at the napkin seeing what he knew to be an address in what he assumed was her tidy scrawl, “How do you know I won’t just take your stuff and run?”
“I guess I just have to trust you. Now go. I have to-”
“Yeah,” he closed his fist more solidly around the items in his hand.
“You waiting on an escort?”
Jared’s head snapped up at that.
“When you get outside, turn left, two blocks, tell the doorman Little Red needs to know if the Big Bad Wolf is in. If he is, you stay in the lobby ‘til he tells you the coast is clear. Got it?”
Jared took a breath but thought twice about questioning her and just nodded instead, going over the words in his head, “Got it.”
Without further pause he left the hotel. And he did exactly as Danneel told him, the doorman had looked more relieved than Jared felt when he told Jared that the Big Bad Wolf was out, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled that Little Red had other company, but he gave Jared the directions to Danneel’s door anyway.
Once inside Jared took off his jacket and headed straight for the kitchenette, noticing the small wad of cash in the fruit bowl. He grabbed an apple and stuck his mouth under the faucet to get a drink. He splashed some water up over his face before turning it off and he took a bite out of the apple as he leaned back against the counter. His eyes were drawn back to the fruit bowl. He took another bite.
--
It was well after midnight when Danneel got home. Rob, the doorman, had already turned in for the night. Chris, her bodyguard, if you will, walked her to her door. He’d already reprimanded her for the indiscretion with Jared in the car. But she knew he wouldn’t go to Jeff with it. You messed with Chris he could be a real demonic pitbull, but underneath the hard exterior he was a big softie. Or at least he was when it came to her.
Though the fact that it would be his ass on the line was also in her favour.
Danneel was Jeff’s shiny play thing. He’d only hurt her in ways that wouldn’t tarnish the surface. A lesson she'd learned fast along with how to stay in his good graces.
Her first thought as she closed her door behind her was You stupid son of a bitch. Jared was sitting on the window sill. She sighed shaking her head as she locked the door, "You're here. For the record, there was a part of me hoping you'd just take the cash and head on back to the homestead."
She didn’t know what it was. It could have been the baby face. The second hand suit. The glimmer of self-assuredness. The half-flash of dimples. Or the fact that he looked like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a good long while. But she felt for him. And she wasn’t so sure he was cut out for her world. Though it really wasn’t hers at all.
Jared didn’t say anything but he stood.
“It’s not too late yet, you still could if you move quick enough,” Danneel pulled her gloves taut and then let one end go so she could twirl them as she sauntered towards her bedroom.
“I don’t scare so easy.”
Bravado.
She huffed a little and shook her head as she paused in the frame, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, “Well maybe you should start.”
“Thought you were gonna give me the sales pitch?”
“You misunderstand. I like you Jared,” her eyes cast down, “The people who leave here don’t tend to do so by choice,” she half turned so she could get a better look at him, “But if you’ve got your heart set on becoming a more permanent fixture then I shall take you to Mr. Morgan mid-afternoon and if he likes you then you get to meet Jensen."
"Who's Jensen?"
Danneel’s eyebrows went up at that, a hint of a smile gracing her lips, as far back as she could remember no one had ever asked her that question, "He has final say," it was almost absurd to even try and remember life before him. Mostly she preferred to block it out.
"Final say on what?"
She owed him pretty much, "Everything."
Not that he’d ever let her forget it.
“Everything? What aren’t you telling me?” his eyes searched her face for the answers.
“You’ll know soon enough. Get some sleep. There’s some extra bedding in the closet next to the bathroom. I trust you know how to make up a couch. You’ll need your rest.”
He didn’t look entirely happy with her dismissal but he just nodded.
“Good night,” she said and she closed her bedroom door behind her and kicked off her shoes as she eyed her bed. There was no way she was sleeping until she’d had a bath.
--
While Danneel was in the bathroom, Jared just stared up at the living room ceiling as he lay on the couch, he still couldn’t quite get over her kindness. That she’d so freely given him shelter, it threw him more than the apartment itself. Probably why he hadn’t just taken the money and vanished. And he had been tempted. Had even gone so far as to stuff it in his pocket. But he couldn’t in good conscience make himself leave. And he’d put it back.
And the apartment was rather impressive, certainly nothing too lavish, but for a prostitute? Made him more curious about this Mr. Morgan character. He huffed. The Big Bad Wolf. Or was that Jensen?
Despite Danneel’s attempts at getting him to leave he got the distinct impression that she wanted him to meet these men.
When Jared heard the bathroom door open he closed his eyes, not too tight, and pretended to be asleep. He waited. There was a sudden rush of water from the kitchen tap, she must have stopped for a glass of water, and then her bedroom door clicked shut.
Slowly he sat up and he watched her door for a moment before snatching up the carton of cigarettes from the coffee table and he returned to the window, scrubbed his hand across his face. Maybe he should just go. The question always remained: where to? Jared didn’t have an answer. Wherever the place, there’d be a Mr. Morgan. Perhaps this one wouldn’t be so bad.
Jared pulled out a cigarette and flicked his lighter before putting it to his lips and he took a long drag once it was lit, holding the smoke in until his lungs protested and he let it all out, letting his head fall back, eyes closed and he ran his thumb along his fingers.
He supposed he was going to find out.
The following morning he awoke to the smell of coffee and grilled cheese which Danneel set down on the coffee table in line with his head, “Morning Sunshine, or should I say afternoon? You’re gonna have to get that down quick if you want to get washed up in time.”
“Washed up in time for what?” picking up the sandwich despite himself, he hadn’t had something hot in days.
“Your meeting with Mr. Morgan of course,” she said with a smile taking a draw of her smoke, “I had Rob get you a clean suit, and on such short notice, clean is the only specification he could meet. Jacket’s gonna be a tight fit on those shoulders. But the clean is the only important part for right now. Can’t have you meeting the boss smelling like crap now, can we?”
Jared took his fourth bite and then picked up the coffee and took a tentative sip, it wouldn’t do to scold his mouth either. Probably want to test it out. He huffed. The heat of the coffee wasn’t too bad, and the coffee itself was several steps up from the sludge he was used to, so he took a bigger sip, “You’re coming with?”
She smiled with the faintest shrug of her shoulder, she very lightly bit the pad of her finger as she glanced down, “I’m your way in. The mooks on the door don’t deal with new very well.”
“Don’t suppose they do,” Jared conceded, low level flunkies never did.
He watched Danneel as she stubbed out her cigarette, to a casual observer she may have appeared somewhat anxious, but Jared didn’t know her well enough or at all really to make such a judgement, “Go on now, get yourself in the tub, we have to catch him while he’s still in his office, Chris will be picking us up in about twenty.”
“Who’s Chris?” Rob he knew now was the doorman, he seemed a nice enough fellow.
“Someone you can trust,” Jared gave her a look, he needed more to go on than that if he was going to keep everything straight in his head, and she sighed, “He’s been charged with the task of my protection. Where I go. He goes. He’s a good man.”
“Just working for the wrong people?” Jared said mostly jovially, with maybe just a smidge of bitterness, he couldn’t help it.
Danneel frowned, “You better make that the last time you say that. Those are my people you’re talking about.”
“So why’d you call him The Big Bad Wolf?” Jared asked knowing he shouldn’t have before he even finished saying it, but it was too late to stop it, it was already out.
She narrowed her eyes, a flare of fire behind them, lifting her finger to him, “That is none of your business. Don’t even think about breathing it ever again. I am trying to help you, so just do as I say so you don't get yourself killed.”
Jared bit his lip as he dropped his head down and scratched the back of his neck, "What if that's what I want?"
Danneel just shook her head at him, "I bet you think you’re a real smart ass. Just go along with Chris's play and you'll be golden. Okay?"
Jared got to his feet and gave her a proper military salute but apparently she wasn’t in the mood for laughing, “Bath. Now.”
“I’m going,” he said with a sigh, and he cupped her shoulder on the way past.
--
Chris pulled up the car down a back alley, he didn’t appear to like Jared very much and he wasn’t shy about grunting his disapproval. Jared was the first out the car and he’d been trying to be on his best behaviour for Danneel. He rolled his shoulders, tugging at the lapels of the too small jacket, before turning to help Danneel out of the car. They shared a smile as he kept hold of her hand. This was it. Mr. Morgan’s goons on the back entrance were already watching him like a hawk and they seemed a mite twitchy.
Danneel let go first and walked towards them, “Hello boys, think you could get that door for me.”
The men stood shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed.
“Now boys, you wouldn’t want to keep Jeff waiting would you? He’s expecting us,” she lied, well unless it was Jared she had been lying to, but Jared didn’t think so, he’s pretty sure the guys bought it, though neither of them budged.
“Who’s he?” gruffed the uglier of the two as he jutted his chin out in Jared’s direction.
Danneel opened her mouth but Chris cut in, “Fresh meat. Now move out of the god damn way before I have to move you,” though smaller in stature, Chris certainly had the more menacing demeanour, and the guys moved pretty fast, if somewhat begrudgingly.
Chris lead them inside and Jared looked down at his forearm when he felt Danneel’s hand closing round it and give him a quick squeeze. But she didn’t look at him. They went through more doors and up a flight of stairs and through yet some more doors until they got to a more open area where two very sharply dressed men stood in the open archway created by the frame of sliding doors. Their conversation dropped. The slightly taller older man stared directly at Jared, while the younger man, though still older than Jared, looked rather longingly in Danneel’s direction.
If Danneel felt it, she didn’t acknowledge it, kept her eyes strictly on the older man.
“Danneel, you brought me a present,” Jared held his breath as the man stalked towards him like a lion to a gazelle, circling him.
“Well introduce us won’t you?”
“Jeff, this is Jared. Jared this is Mr. Morgan and over there is Mr. Collins.”
“You can call me Sir,” Jeff said as he took a tight hold of Jared’s jaw and pushed up, “Where’d you find him?”
“Actually Sir,” Chris stepped forward, “The boy came to me. He saw me with Danneel. We had a chat. Said he wanted to work. But when our girl here found out, well you know what she’s like. Said it was her duty to make sure the boy made it here in one piece. Six years; still doesn’t trust me.”
“Can you blame me? You boys never do seem to tire of your rough housing.”
Jeff jerked Jared’s face back and forth within his grip as he chuckled, “We certainly don’t,” he slapped Jared’s cheek twice when he released him, Jared had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his breathing under control, “That right boy? That how it happened?”
“Yes Sir,” Jared said and he looked Jeff in the eye and he didn’t look away.
Jeff smirked, “You got balls kid. I like that,” Jeff drew his fingers down the lapels of Jared’s jacket as his eyes flicked over Jared’s body. “Better be careful though,” Jared closed his eyes when he felt Jeff’s hand between his legs and he shuddered involuntarily when Jeff cupped his balls through his pants, “wouldn’t want to lose ‘em.”
Jared swallowed hard and forced his eyes back open, “He is a pretty one, ain’t he?” Jeff said as he let go of Jared’s testicles.
“Jensen’s been looking for a new boy hasn’t he?” Danneel said, drawing Jeff’s attention away from Jared.
“That he has Baby Doll, but you already knew that didn’t you?”
“He’s never been one to shy away from making his needs known. Plus I seem to recall he put holes in the last one. And he is yet to find a replacement.”
“What was his name?” Jeff cocked his head to the side.
“Matt I believe,” Mr. Collins said finally adding something to the proceedings.
“Yes. Most unfortunate,” Jeff said casually as if the matter were a missing shoe, and then he returned his attention to Danneel, “Seems you could be right,” Jeff glanced back at Jared, “Need to do something with those clothes.”
“We should get him to the tailors-”
"No,” Jeff cut her off, seemed he had other thoughts on the matter, “This one should be dressed as a ranch hand, you know how to drawl don't you boy?"
Jared’s back stiffened, it’d taken him more than a year to lose his accent, but it had a habit of sneaking up on him when he was tired or stressed, some words just didn’t want to be said without a twang, but Jeff hadn’t heard enough to make that connection off vocal recognition. Right now Jared didn’t have any choice but to lay the Texas on thick, "Why I most certainly do Mr. Morgan, Sir."
“Ha!” Jeff’s smug smirk fell back into place and it stirred the butterflies in Jared’s belly, “What’d I tell ya? Christian I trust you can find the correct attire for young Jared here.”
“Of course Sir,” Chris gave his boss a tight smile.
“We won’t need him ‘til six,” Jeff waved his finger between himself and Mr. Collins, “Misha, we were done here, you got what you came for?”
“Well yes, but perhaps I-”
“Everyone,” Jeff talked over Misha, and Jared saw something crumple in the man’s eyes, “should be about their business. Danneel if you would accompany me…”
"Of course Jeff,” she said it immediately, taking the arm he offered her and she raised her free hand in a wave as she glanced back over her shoulder, “It was nice to have met you Jared,” her gaze said good luck. A sadder smile claiming her lips as it swept over Misha, which melted into warmth the second she looked back at Jeff. She was good.
“C’mon Kid, let’s go.”
Jared narrowed his eyes at Chris, “Not a kid.”
“Well then quit acting like one and move your ass,” he pointed in the direction of the way out with his chin and he clapped Jared’s shoulder, “Sir,” he said with a nod towards Misha and then he didn’t say another word ‘til they were back out at the car, “And you might wanna watch what you say in front of Misha, he’s Jensen’s right-hand man.”
“But Jeff-”
“Is second in command. He might defer to Jensen, but Jeff runs the ass and pussy in this city. You do not fuck with him.”
“Right,” Jared nodded as he went to open the passenger door.
“Uh-uh. You sit in the back,” Chris hitched his thumb back and waited for Jared to comply before getting in the driver’s seat.
Their eyes met in the rear view mirror when Chris checked it and Jared averted his gaze out the window and back up at the building. He spared a thought for what Jeff would have Danneel do and couldn’t help but wonder how often Misha did the same, if he dared think about it at all.
“It wasn’t what I expected,” he said suddenly and without meaning to, and he felt the reflection of Chris’s eyes upon him.
“What wasn’t?”
“Jeff. Mr. Morgan, whatever. I thought he’d be more-”
“Thorough?” Chris gave him a sort of half-smile, which was surprising in and of itself, “Jensen gets first taste. Well if he thinks it might be a flavour he’s interested in. He won’t take just anything.”
“You all think I’m something he’d be interested in?”
“Danneel seems to think so yes-”
“But you don’t?” Chris spared him another glance, but he was quick to put his eyes back on the road, and he took a left, choosing to ignore Jared’s interruption.
“…and it could be argued that Jeff agrees. Certainly likes you enough for himself. But Jeff thought Matt would be a good fit.”
“What’d Matt do?”
“What did Matt do? You know Jared that is a good question, if I could only remember. Could have possibly been he stuck his nose in shit that was none of his fucking business.”
Jared huffed a little and Chris sighed, “It won’t happen often. Whores don’t get invites to business meetings. But my advice to you Kid? Anything you see or thought you saw, anything you hear or thought you heard? You didn’t hear or see jack shit. And you don’t do a god damn thing that you weren’t told to do. You live by that you may get to continue living.”
Jared started feeling the butterflies again, and they’d brought friends with them, “What happens if Jensen isn’t interested?”
“We’re here,” Chris said with his brightest, and most unsettling, smile yet.
But it couldn’t be bad right? Otherwise Chris wouldn’t have just brushed it off. Right?
Jared peered up at the name over the clothing store and then got out of the car when he heard Chris’s door.
They got him a pair of jeans that rested low on his hips and a white cotton vest that didn’t quite cover his torso, white cotton socks and a pair of workmen’s boots. Chris said there was no point getting him underwear, not today. All put to Mr. Morgan’s account under Chris’s authority. And then Chris had taken Jared back to his and just stuck on the radio and they finished Chris’s carton of cigarettes between them.
Chris wasn’t what you’d call the chatty type, and Jared realised that some of his questions would never get answered and he didn’t fancy pushing the man’s buttons or patience.
When the time rolled around to get moving, Jared had somehow managed to fall asleep, Chris wasn’t gentle in shoving him awake and Jared jumped a little, heart thundering too loud in his chest. He pushed his hand back through his hair with a yawn and then scratched across his chest.
They had to pick up Jeff and Danneel en route; Jeff sitting up front, Danneel in the back with Jared. Chris had to take her to her work after dropping off Jared and Jeff at Jensen’s. Danneel gave Jared’s hand a squeeze before he got out the car and it gave him what he needed to just stop and breathe. He gritted his teeth a little when Jeff took hold of him by the shoulder, “Time for the fun Kiddo.”
Jeff kept a tight grip as he directed Jared up the walkway and up the front steps. Jeff only let go of him to ring the doorbell and then he pushed the door open, and Jared followed him quickly into the house.
“Jeff,” Misha said kind of stiffly, he was leaning against the stair banister, Jared could tell he had been waiting for them, “He’s in the study.”
Jeff nodded, “Lead the way,” and raised his hand a little palm open as the three of them made their way through the living room and down a short hall to the right. The door was open. Misha went in first. Then Jeff. Jared last. And then Jared saw him.
“Jensen,” said Jeff by way of greeting.
Near enough took Jared’s breath away. He couldn’t even remember the image he had built up in his head, but this certainly wasn’t it.
“Jeff,” said the most beautiful man Jared had ever seen, “This him?” and when Jensen’s gaze shifted to him Jared had to drop his own.
“This is him,” Jeff said with something akin to pride, and he clapped Jared on the back hard, the force of it jerking him forward a little, “What did I tell you?”
Jensen’s eyes scanned Jared carefully, from head to toe and back again, his face gave nothing away, but only because he didn’t want it to, “I think you under sold him.”
“I’m surprised your boy here didn’t paint you a clearer picture, quite the regular wordsmith eh Mish?”
Jared couldn’t see either of Jeff’s or Misha’s faces right now, they were standing behind him and he had an overwhelming sense it would be a mistake to take his eyes off Jensen, but he would have been willing to wager that Misha glared at the older man.
“Well who am I to judge? I certainly wouldn’t want to encroach upon your area of expertise Jeffrey.”
Jensen appeared to remain unaffected by his cohorts’ somewhat thinly-veiled hostility towards each other, slowly tipping his head to the side he took a long draw on his cigarette, “He’s a little on the scrawny side.”
The indignation must have passed over Jared’s face because Jensen’s lit up with what could only be described as a wicked little smirk that stretched all the way to his eyes, which crinkled, “There’s the fire I was promised.”
Jared watched Jensen’s tongue flick out across his lower lip it’s how he knew he hadn’t misheard him when his ears failed him, he read those ridiculously plush and perfect lips as they said, “Strip.”
But he still couldn't stop himself from saying, "What?" it was reflex.
"You heard the Boss man," Jeff said, smirk resonant in his voice, "Strip. But don't rush."
Jared took a breath to steady himself, he crossed his hands over as he took the hem of his shirt, and slowly pulled it up and over his head, the material dragging over his torso. His nipples already peaked, but he let his arms hang at his sides, the white cotton still loose in his grip. Head held high he let it go and he toed off the boots, he'd decided against the socks. He kept his eyes on Jensen's face. He was so much younger than Jared had expected. And definitely more attractive.
Jensen moved round to the front of his desk and half sat, half leaned back against the edge and he reached out with his hand following the curve of Jared’s chest and abdomen with it without actually touching him. But Jared still shivered as if he had, the ghost of sensation tickling along the surface. Jensen stopped when he got to the waistband of the jeans and he tugged the zip slider between his thumb and ring finger.
“Take them off,” was Jensen’s quiet command and when he looked up at Jared through his eyelashes Jared almost forgot how to breathe God his eyes he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle them at closer range.
Jared dragged down the zipper steadily before he popped the button on the fly he didn’t want to risk catching his already hardening flesh with it. Once it was open he slid his thumbs down over his hip bones and into the sides of the jeans and he pushed, the loose denim falling easily.
Jensen bit the side of his lip as he eyed Jared’s dick, which was at half mast and still rising, and Jared watched as Jensen’s eyes darkened.
Jensen’s eyes momentarily flicked back up to Jared as he said, “Turn around.”
Jared’s back stiffened when Jeff reminded him of the other eyes in the room, “Show us what you got Cowboy.”
He lifted one foot out of his jeans and gently shuffled them aside with the other before he turned on the spot, tilting his head back to glance up at the ceiling in exasperation, and he stood with his feet a shoulders width apart. Jeff whistled and Jared tried to keep his gaze on a fixed point behind the two men, not wanting to look at Jeff and Misha seemed to be staring at him dispassionately from what Jared could tell out of the corner of his eye. Like Jared was just some statue in a museum.
Jared took a deeper breath and breathed back out through his nose to stop himself from sighing, he knew what was coming and Jensen didn’t disappoint.
“Bend over.”
Jared dropped his head down between his shoulders and widened his stance a little before he let the upper half of his body drop forwards, his knuckles dusting the floor. He tensed when he felt Jensen finally touch him, cupping the spot where his back met his hip. Fuck. And for a moment he thought he was going to fuck him like that, in front of Jeff and Misha, when he heard him say, “Leave us.”
He sagged a little in relief and when he went to straighten up Jensen’s hand pressed him back down in the middle of his back, and Jensen tsked him, “Not ‘til you’re told.”
He held Jared down for one maybe two minutes, Jared lost count of the seconds as the blood rushed to his head, cock softening between his legs.
“Up. And face me,” and he took his hand back, “Slow now, don’t want to make yourself dizzy.”
Jared took his time in up-righting himself and he kept his eyes closed. He was a little surprised that Jensen would even care, but then he figured it probably had more to do with concerns for upholstery or dry-cleaning than it did with Jared’s well-being.
He rolled his shoulders stretching a little as he stood to his full height and he paused for a moment before turning back to Jensen, “So you’re the great and powerful Oz huh?" the decider of his fate.
A dark chuckle rumbled from the back of Jensen's throat, and he pushed up onto his feet, "Cute. So which wayward soul are you? Hmm?" he said sticking his face into Jared's before stepping round him, like he was in fact assessing Jared's soul, "Not the Cowardly Lion hmm? No. But if you only had a brain, hmm?"
Jared could feel Jensen behind him, prowling back and forth, it was more than a little disconcerting, it heightened his already very mindful awareness of his nakedness, "Or maybe you're Dorothy, hmm, you wanna go home? No?" and then Jensen stood before him, "Or maybe,” Jared didn't even register him grabbing it, until the blade was digging into his chest, the letter opener from Jensen’s desk, which was closer to being a dagger, “we should take a look under the hood, see if you're needing a heart. Find out if you’re a screamer."
Jensen raised the blade to Jared’s cheek forcing his head to the side and he tapped it against his jaw twice before dragging it down his jugular and Jared tried to stay as still as possible. Jensen brought his other hand to the back of Jared’s head and Jared felt his fingers tangle into his hair and then Jensen yanked his head back tight. Jensen brushed the hair resting on Jared’s neck back with the edge of the blade just grazing his flesh. The flat side of the blade very delicately stroked over Jared’s pulse point and then Jensen dropped it to trail along Jared’s collar bone before he tossed the letter opener back onto his desk with a clunk.
“On your knees.”
When Jared didn’t move right away Jensen tugged down hard on his hair forcing his knees to bend. Jared threw his hands out to stop himself when Jensen let go of him with more force than necessary. His head, between Jensen’s legs, had come this close to smacking off the desk. He stayed down on all fours for a moment to try and get his heart rate under control before he pulled up and sunk back onto his heels so his head was in line with the straining bulge at Jensen’s crotch.
Jared licked his lip and then bit the side of it not sure if Jensen wanted him to just go with it or if he was to wait for further instruction. He looked up into Jensen’s eyes and Jensen smiled making Jared shiver. Jensen caressed the side of Jared’s face and Jared closed his eyes, they fluttered open at the sound of Jensen’s zipper, transfixed as Jensen pulled himself out, his dick every bit as impressive as the rest of him that Jared had seen so far.
This time Jared put up no resistance when Jensen grabbed him by the hair and tugged him in. Jensen’s cock was hot against his cheek, partly resting along the line of Jared’s nose. Jared inhaled deep and pushed his face in just that much further to take in the musky sudorous scent of him, bringing one hand up to splay over Jensen’s pelvic region. He opened up his mouth, his tongue licking the part of Jensen’s shaft that it could reach.
Pulling back a touch his nose brushed the rigid flesh and he licked a stripe up to the tip letting the flat of his tongue sweep across the head before giving a more controlled swirl round the slit with the point. Jensen’s grip in his hair simultaneously tightened and then relaxed as Jared closed his lips around the head with a gentle suction. Jensen let out a very soft gasp, small though it was it put Jared more at ease, this he knew how to do.
He pulled off, slow, his lips drawn into a moist kiss and then he dropped back down, taking more into his mouth he let the head dip into his cheek as he pulled back up. Jared had no misgivings that Jensen allowed him to have a few more bobs at his own pace before Jensen directed his movements, fucking into Jared’s mouth and Jared let his jaw go slack. Jared spluttered round Jensen’s dick when he hit the back of his throat and he tried to breathe through his nose, Jensen not offering him much time to recover.
Jared slid his hand round to take firm hold of Jensen’s ass over his pants when his hips started to stutter, Jensen’s fingers digging into Jared’s scalp as he came down his throat and Jensen kept Jared in place until his breathing was back under control. Jared slumped back a little before looking up into Jensen’s face as Jensen tucked himself back in without looking at Jared and he said simply, “Upstairs.”
--
Misha was reading the morning paper at the breakfast table, he was just turning the page over when he heard the movement on the stairs. Jensen’s new play thing. He’d spent the better part of the evening breaking him in and it showed in the young man’s gait as he entered the kitchen.
“Do you know where my clothes are?” Jared asked, presumably only wearing the robe that had been left out for him, Misha assumed he was smart enough to not go rummaging through Jensen’s underwear.
Misha only glanced at him over the top of his newspaper, he’d seen quite enough of Jared the night before, “Do I look like your maid?” he said evenly, though not dropping his authority, “Did Jensen say you could put clothes on?”
“Well no. But he-”
“Then you better not put any on until he does,” Misha knew Jensen had left before Jared had wakened, they had had a meeting, as they did every morning, Jensen was going to be offloading some duties onto Misha for the time being -it’s what he did when he found a new favourite, take a few extra days to have his fill before opening them up to mass consumption, favourites got certain privileges of course- but there was one thing he had absolutely had to take care of himself, in person. Jared would have to learn that it made no odds, “He’ll be back shortly.”
Misha saw Jared fidget a little in his periphery, folding his arms over that broad silk-covered chest, Misha lowered his paper, “If you’re going to wander while he’s out, keep the robe on.”
“Yes Sir.”
That got a smile out of him, “It’s Misha and I wouldn’t go ‘Sir-ing’ Jensen either. Won’t do you any favours,” Misha didn’t know what it was yet, but he was starting to see what Danneel had seen in the boy. He’d seen right through that little charade. He folded up his paper and gently smacked it down onto the table before getting up to pour himself another coffee.
“I take it you found the bathroom okay?” Misha said almost conversationally as he stirred in his sugar, though he didn’t wait for Jared’s answer, he’d heard the toilet anyway, “If you want to eat something I’d suggest you do it before he returns. When he gets back you’re gonna be otherwise engaged.”
“What should I-”
“For today? Help yourself. It’ll be our little secret. Normally there would be something prepared, but you were unexpected,” to say the least. Jensen was very particular. And in any case neither Jensen or himself had intended to dine in the house that morning, so the housekeeper had the time off.
“I’m sure this won’t be the first time this has been relayed to you, but your existence here is very much dependent upon your ability, your willingness, to follow instructions,” Misha believed in fairness. If Jared was going to make a mistake then it would be an informed one.
"Play your cards right, and it's not a bad set up, you've been to Danneel's-"
“I don’t-”
Misha saw the flicker of panic, and he knew Jared had gotten his message, “You don’t think I know how to read her? I know. There’s nothing I don’t know about. But that’s not something you have to worry about because I think we have an understanding.”
Misha picked up his mug with both hands, taking in the rich aroma before taking a respectable mouthful and he poured the rest down the sink, “I have to be on my way. Eat something. And do it quick. If I were you I’d want to be back in the bedroom before he gets here.”
“Misha-”
He was almost out the door and he paused, “Yes?”
“Can I get a smoke?”
Misha closed his eyes with a huff, kid knew how to push his luck. He shook his head but he pulled the carton from his pocket all the same and tossed it back to Jared, “Don’t take those upstairs. Lighter’s on the table.”
“Thanks.”
Part Two
Characters: Jensen/Jared, OMCs/Jared, Danneel Harris, Misha Collins, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Rob Benedict, Ty Olsson, James Patrick Stuart, Mark Pellegrino
Rating: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 6677
Warning(s): This is hooker fic, so there are the consent issues that go with that.
Summary: Written for the very lovely big_heart_june and her very kick ass mob boss Jensen prompt. Jared is new in town and and he has no idea what he's stepping into or who exactly Jensen is, but he's about to find out. Step into my office ;P
Jared saw the redhead in the mirror behind the bar as she approached before he felt her hand on his upper arm, her white glove stark against his dark suit jacket, “You’re new,” is what she said before taking the seat next to him, the bar tender setting down a martini at her place before she was fully seated, “But that suit is older than you and ill-fitting. You stick out like a gorilla in a flamingo enclosure.”
She opened up her purse and took out her cigarette holder, placed a fresh one into the fitting and Jared lit it for her, rolling his lighter a little between his thumb and forefinger in her eye line when she raised her eyebrow at him, “Thank you,” she said.
“Flamingos huh?” he asked.
She smirked, taking a draw as she tipped her head back shaking her auburn curls just so before she exhaled her smoke, “They have a certain elegance don’t you think?”
“Got nothing on you I’m sure Miss.”
The redhead opened her mouth in mock surprise, “Well I’ll be, looks like I found myself a charmer,” and she took the olive from her glass, slid it off nice and slow with her teeth and she took a sip of her drink before taking another drag of her cigarette. Her other hand grazed the inside of his thigh as she leaned into his ear. He watched her tongue flick out over her bottom lip in their reflection.
“Listen-,”
“Jared.”
“Jared,” she repeated with a dark huff of a giggle, “I don’t know where you came from Sugar, but we got rules in this town. I work this hotel.”
Jared leaned back a little, just enough so that he could meet her eyes, his hand slipping down to cover hers, “What if I don’t play by the rules? Sugar.”
She let out a chuckle as dirty as sin, moved her hand to his dick and squeezed hard, Jared closed his eyes, “You don’t want to know what happens to freelancers kid, it ain’t worth it. You want to sell your ass and your dick in this city,” she eased up on the pressure, “you do it through Mr. Morgan.”
Jared opened his eyes, everything inside him wanted to fight her words, he wasn’t going to work for anyone. He would make his own way. But there was something about her, “Tell me your name.”
“Danneel.”
She said it quietly and without pause.
“Well Danneel it was nice to have been groped by you, but I think I better be on my way-” he pushed himself to his feet, and she took her hand back from his thigh.
“Do you even have a place to stay?”
That stopped him.
“My apartment,” she said and she held out a key to him close between their bodies.
“You have an apartment?” he didn’t know why he sounded so surprised; she was very clean and for a moment he had even wondered if perhaps she was someone who he could interest in purchasing his services.
“Mr. Morgan takes good care of his investments. Here,” she placed the key and a napkin in his hand, “We can talk more in the morning.”
He glanced down at the napkin seeing what he knew to be an address in what he assumed was her tidy scrawl, “How do you know I won’t just take your stuff and run?”
“I guess I just have to trust you. Now go. I have to-”
“Yeah,” he closed his fist more solidly around the items in his hand.
“You waiting on an escort?”
Jared’s head snapped up at that.
“When you get outside, turn left, two blocks, tell the doorman Little Red needs to know if the Big Bad Wolf is in. If he is, you stay in the lobby ‘til he tells you the coast is clear. Got it?”
Jared took a breath but thought twice about questioning her and just nodded instead, going over the words in his head, “Got it.”
Without further pause he left the hotel. And he did exactly as Danneel told him, the doorman had looked more relieved than Jared felt when he told Jared that the Big Bad Wolf was out, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled that Little Red had other company, but he gave Jared the directions to Danneel’s door anyway.
Once inside Jared took off his jacket and headed straight for the kitchenette, noticing the small wad of cash in the fruit bowl. He grabbed an apple and stuck his mouth under the faucet to get a drink. He splashed some water up over his face before turning it off and he took a bite out of the apple as he leaned back against the counter. His eyes were drawn back to the fruit bowl. He took another bite.
--
It was well after midnight when Danneel got home. Rob, the doorman, had already turned in for the night. Chris, her bodyguard, if you will, walked her to her door. He’d already reprimanded her for the indiscretion with Jared in the car. But she knew he wouldn’t go to Jeff with it. You messed with Chris he could be a real demonic pitbull, but underneath the hard exterior he was a big softie. Or at least he was when it came to her.
Though the fact that it would be his ass on the line was also in her favour.
Danneel was Jeff’s shiny play thing. He’d only hurt her in ways that wouldn’t tarnish the surface. A lesson she'd learned fast along with how to stay in his good graces.
Her first thought as she closed her door behind her was You stupid son of a bitch. Jared was sitting on the window sill. She sighed shaking her head as she locked the door, "You're here. For the record, there was a part of me hoping you'd just take the cash and head on back to the homestead."
She didn’t know what it was. It could have been the baby face. The second hand suit. The glimmer of self-assuredness. The half-flash of dimples. Or the fact that he looked like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a good long while. But she felt for him. And she wasn’t so sure he was cut out for her world. Though it really wasn’t hers at all.
Jared didn’t say anything but he stood.
“It’s not too late yet, you still could if you move quick enough,” Danneel pulled her gloves taut and then let one end go so she could twirl them as she sauntered towards her bedroom.
“I don’t scare so easy.”
Bravado.
She huffed a little and shook her head as she paused in the frame, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, “Well maybe you should start.”
“Thought you were gonna give me the sales pitch?”
“You misunderstand. I like you Jared,” her eyes cast down, “The people who leave here don’t tend to do so by choice,” she half turned so she could get a better look at him, “But if you’ve got your heart set on becoming a more permanent fixture then I shall take you to Mr. Morgan mid-afternoon and if he likes you then you get to meet Jensen."
"Who's Jensen?"
Danneel’s eyebrows went up at that, a hint of a smile gracing her lips, as far back as she could remember no one had ever asked her that question, "He has final say," it was almost absurd to even try and remember life before him. Mostly she preferred to block it out.
"Final say on what?"
She owed him pretty much, "Everything."
Not that he’d ever let her forget it.
“Everything? What aren’t you telling me?” his eyes searched her face for the answers.
“You’ll know soon enough. Get some sleep. There’s some extra bedding in the closet next to the bathroom. I trust you know how to make up a couch. You’ll need your rest.”
He didn’t look entirely happy with her dismissal but he just nodded.
“Good night,” she said and she closed her bedroom door behind her and kicked off her shoes as she eyed her bed. There was no way she was sleeping until she’d had a bath.
--
While Danneel was in the bathroom, Jared just stared up at the living room ceiling as he lay on the couch, he still couldn’t quite get over her kindness. That she’d so freely given him shelter, it threw him more than the apartment itself. Probably why he hadn’t just taken the money and vanished. And he had been tempted. Had even gone so far as to stuff it in his pocket. But he couldn’t in good conscience make himself leave. And he’d put it back.
And the apartment was rather impressive, certainly nothing too lavish, but for a prostitute? Made him more curious about this Mr. Morgan character. He huffed. The Big Bad Wolf. Or was that Jensen?
Despite Danneel’s attempts at getting him to leave he got the distinct impression that she wanted him to meet these men.
When Jared heard the bathroom door open he closed his eyes, not too tight, and pretended to be asleep. He waited. There was a sudden rush of water from the kitchen tap, she must have stopped for a glass of water, and then her bedroom door clicked shut.
Slowly he sat up and he watched her door for a moment before snatching up the carton of cigarettes from the coffee table and he returned to the window, scrubbed his hand across his face. Maybe he should just go. The question always remained: where to? Jared didn’t have an answer. Wherever the place, there’d be a Mr. Morgan. Perhaps this one wouldn’t be so bad.
Jared pulled out a cigarette and flicked his lighter before putting it to his lips and he took a long drag once it was lit, holding the smoke in until his lungs protested and he let it all out, letting his head fall back, eyes closed and he ran his thumb along his fingers.
He supposed he was going to find out.
The following morning he awoke to the smell of coffee and grilled cheese which Danneel set down on the coffee table in line with his head, “Morning Sunshine, or should I say afternoon? You’re gonna have to get that down quick if you want to get washed up in time.”
“Washed up in time for what?” picking up the sandwich despite himself, he hadn’t had something hot in days.
“Your meeting with Mr. Morgan of course,” she said with a smile taking a draw of her smoke, “I had Rob get you a clean suit, and on such short notice, clean is the only specification he could meet. Jacket’s gonna be a tight fit on those shoulders. But the clean is the only important part for right now. Can’t have you meeting the boss smelling like crap now, can we?”
Jared took his fourth bite and then picked up the coffee and took a tentative sip, it wouldn’t do to scold his mouth either. Probably want to test it out. He huffed. The heat of the coffee wasn’t too bad, and the coffee itself was several steps up from the sludge he was used to, so he took a bigger sip, “You’re coming with?”
She smiled with the faintest shrug of her shoulder, she very lightly bit the pad of her finger as she glanced down, “I’m your way in. The mooks on the door don’t deal with new very well.”
“Don’t suppose they do,” Jared conceded, low level flunkies never did.
He watched Danneel as she stubbed out her cigarette, to a casual observer she may have appeared somewhat anxious, but Jared didn’t know her well enough or at all really to make such a judgement, “Go on now, get yourself in the tub, we have to catch him while he’s still in his office, Chris will be picking us up in about twenty.”
“Who’s Chris?” Rob he knew now was the doorman, he seemed a nice enough fellow.
“Someone you can trust,” Jared gave her a look, he needed more to go on than that if he was going to keep everything straight in his head, and she sighed, “He’s been charged with the task of my protection. Where I go. He goes. He’s a good man.”
“Just working for the wrong people?” Jared said mostly jovially, with maybe just a smidge of bitterness, he couldn’t help it.
Danneel frowned, “You better make that the last time you say that. Those are my people you’re talking about.”
“So why’d you call him The Big Bad Wolf?” Jared asked knowing he shouldn’t have before he even finished saying it, but it was too late to stop it, it was already out.
She narrowed her eyes, a flare of fire behind them, lifting her finger to him, “That is none of your business. Don’t even think about breathing it ever again. I am trying to help you, so just do as I say so you don't get yourself killed.”
Jared bit his lip as he dropped his head down and scratched the back of his neck, "What if that's what I want?"
Danneel just shook her head at him, "I bet you think you’re a real smart ass. Just go along with Chris's play and you'll be golden. Okay?"
Jared got to his feet and gave her a proper military salute but apparently she wasn’t in the mood for laughing, “Bath. Now.”
“I’m going,” he said with a sigh, and he cupped her shoulder on the way past.
--
Chris pulled up the car down a back alley, he didn’t appear to like Jared very much and he wasn’t shy about grunting his disapproval. Jared was the first out the car and he’d been trying to be on his best behaviour for Danneel. He rolled his shoulders, tugging at the lapels of the too small jacket, before turning to help Danneel out of the car. They shared a smile as he kept hold of her hand. This was it. Mr. Morgan’s goons on the back entrance were already watching him like a hawk and they seemed a mite twitchy.
Danneel let go first and walked towards them, “Hello boys, think you could get that door for me.”
The men stood shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed.
“Now boys, you wouldn’t want to keep Jeff waiting would you? He’s expecting us,” she lied, well unless it was Jared she had been lying to, but Jared didn’t think so, he’s pretty sure the guys bought it, though neither of them budged.
“Who’s he?” gruffed the uglier of the two as he jutted his chin out in Jared’s direction.
Danneel opened her mouth but Chris cut in, “Fresh meat. Now move out of the god damn way before I have to move you,” though smaller in stature, Chris certainly had the more menacing demeanour, and the guys moved pretty fast, if somewhat begrudgingly.
Chris lead them inside and Jared looked down at his forearm when he felt Danneel’s hand closing round it and give him a quick squeeze. But she didn’t look at him. They went through more doors and up a flight of stairs and through yet some more doors until they got to a more open area where two very sharply dressed men stood in the open archway created by the frame of sliding doors. Their conversation dropped. The slightly taller older man stared directly at Jared, while the younger man, though still older than Jared, looked rather longingly in Danneel’s direction.
If Danneel felt it, she didn’t acknowledge it, kept her eyes strictly on the older man.
“Danneel, you brought me a present,” Jared held his breath as the man stalked towards him like a lion to a gazelle, circling him.
“Well introduce us won’t you?”
“Jeff, this is Jared. Jared this is Mr. Morgan and over there is Mr. Collins.”
“You can call me Sir,” Jeff said as he took a tight hold of Jared’s jaw and pushed up, “Where’d you find him?”
“Actually Sir,” Chris stepped forward, “The boy came to me. He saw me with Danneel. We had a chat. Said he wanted to work. But when our girl here found out, well you know what she’s like. Said it was her duty to make sure the boy made it here in one piece. Six years; still doesn’t trust me.”
“Can you blame me? You boys never do seem to tire of your rough housing.”
Jeff jerked Jared’s face back and forth within his grip as he chuckled, “We certainly don’t,” he slapped Jared’s cheek twice when he released him, Jared had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his breathing under control, “That right boy? That how it happened?”
“Yes Sir,” Jared said and he looked Jeff in the eye and he didn’t look away.
Jeff smirked, “You got balls kid. I like that,” Jeff drew his fingers down the lapels of Jared’s jacket as his eyes flicked over Jared’s body. “Better be careful though,” Jared closed his eyes when he felt Jeff’s hand between his legs and he shuddered involuntarily when Jeff cupped his balls through his pants, “wouldn’t want to lose ‘em.”
Jared swallowed hard and forced his eyes back open, “He is a pretty one, ain’t he?” Jeff said as he let go of Jared’s testicles.
“Jensen’s been looking for a new boy hasn’t he?” Danneel said, drawing Jeff’s attention away from Jared.
“That he has Baby Doll, but you already knew that didn’t you?”
“He’s never been one to shy away from making his needs known. Plus I seem to recall he put holes in the last one. And he is yet to find a replacement.”
“What was his name?” Jeff cocked his head to the side.
“Matt I believe,” Mr. Collins said finally adding something to the proceedings.
“Yes. Most unfortunate,” Jeff said casually as if the matter were a missing shoe, and then he returned his attention to Danneel, “Seems you could be right,” Jeff glanced back at Jared, “Need to do something with those clothes.”
“We should get him to the tailors-”
"No,” Jeff cut her off, seemed he had other thoughts on the matter, “This one should be dressed as a ranch hand, you know how to drawl don't you boy?"
Jared’s back stiffened, it’d taken him more than a year to lose his accent, but it had a habit of sneaking up on him when he was tired or stressed, some words just didn’t want to be said without a twang, but Jeff hadn’t heard enough to make that connection off vocal recognition. Right now Jared didn’t have any choice but to lay the Texas on thick, "Why I most certainly do Mr. Morgan, Sir."
“Ha!” Jeff’s smug smirk fell back into place and it stirred the butterflies in Jared’s belly, “What’d I tell ya? Christian I trust you can find the correct attire for young Jared here.”
“Of course Sir,” Chris gave his boss a tight smile.
“We won’t need him ‘til six,” Jeff waved his finger between himself and Mr. Collins, “Misha, we were done here, you got what you came for?”
“Well yes, but perhaps I-”
“Everyone,” Jeff talked over Misha, and Jared saw something crumple in the man’s eyes, “should be about their business. Danneel if you would accompany me…”
"Of course Jeff,” she said it immediately, taking the arm he offered her and she raised her free hand in a wave as she glanced back over her shoulder, “It was nice to have met you Jared,” her gaze said good luck. A sadder smile claiming her lips as it swept over Misha, which melted into warmth the second she looked back at Jeff. She was good.
“C’mon Kid, let’s go.”
Jared narrowed his eyes at Chris, “Not a kid.”
“Well then quit acting like one and move your ass,” he pointed in the direction of the way out with his chin and he clapped Jared’s shoulder, “Sir,” he said with a nod towards Misha and then he didn’t say another word ‘til they were back out at the car, “And you might wanna watch what you say in front of Misha, he’s Jensen’s right-hand man.”
“But Jeff-”
“Is second in command. He might defer to Jensen, but Jeff runs the ass and pussy in this city. You do not fuck with him.”
“Right,” Jared nodded as he went to open the passenger door.
“Uh-uh. You sit in the back,” Chris hitched his thumb back and waited for Jared to comply before getting in the driver’s seat.
Their eyes met in the rear view mirror when Chris checked it and Jared averted his gaze out the window and back up at the building. He spared a thought for what Jeff would have Danneel do and couldn’t help but wonder how often Misha did the same, if he dared think about it at all.
“It wasn’t what I expected,” he said suddenly and without meaning to, and he felt the reflection of Chris’s eyes upon him.
“What wasn’t?”
“Jeff. Mr. Morgan, whatever. I thought he’d be more-”
“Thorough?” Chris gave him a sort of half-smile, which was surprising in and of itself, “Jensen gets first taste. Well if he thinks it might be a flavour he’s interested in. He won’t take just anything.”
“You all think I’m something he’d be interested in?”
“Danneel seems to think so yes-”
“But you don’t?” Chris spared him another glance, but he was quick to put his eyes back on the road, and he took a left, choosing to ignore Jared’s interruption.
“…and it could be argued that Jeff agrees. Certainly likes you enough for himself. But Jeff thought Matt would be a good fit.”
“What’d Matt do?”
“What did Matt do? You know Jared that is a good question, if I could only remember. Could have possibly been he stuck his nose in shit that was none of his fucking business.”
Jared huffed a little and Chris sighed, “It won’t happen often. Whores don’t get invites to business meetings. But my advice to you Kid? Anything you see or thought you saw, anything you hear or thought you heard? You didn’t hear or see jack shit. And you don’t do a god damn thing that you weren’t told to do. You live by that you may get to continue living.”
Jared started feeling the butterflies again, and they’d brought friends with them, “What happens if Jensen isn’t interested?”
“We’re here,” Chris said with his brightest, and most unsettling, smile yet.
But it couldn’t be bad right? Otherwise Chris wouldn’t have just brushed it off. Right?
Jared peered up at the name over the clothing store and then got out of the car when he heard Chris’s door.
They got him a pair of jeans that rested low on his hips and a white cotton vest that didn’t quite cover his torso, white cotton socks and a pair of workmen’s boots. Chris said there was no point getting him underwear, not today. All put to Mr. Morgan’s account under Chris’s authority. And then Chris had taken Jared back to his and just stuck on the radio and they finished Chris’s carton of cigarettes between them.
Chris wasn’t what you’d call the chatty type, and Jared realised that some of his questions would never get answered and he didn’t fancy pushing the man’s buttons or patience.
When the time rolled around to get moving, Jared had somehow managed to fall asleep, Chris wasn’t gentle in shoving him awake and Jared jumped a little, heart thundering too loud in his chest. He pushed his hand back through his hair with a yawn and then scratched across his chest.
They had to pick up Jeff and Danneel en route; Jeff sitting up front, Danneel in the back with Jared. Chris had to take her to her work after dropping off Jared and Jeff at Jensen’s. Danneel gave Jared’s hand a squeeze before he got out the car and it gave him what he needed to just stop and breathe. He gritted his teeth a little when Jeff took hold of him by the shoulder, “Time for the fun Kiddo.”
Jeff kept a tight grip as he directed Jared up the walkway and up the front steps. Jeff only let go of him to ring the doorbell and then he pushed the door open, and Jared followed him quickly into the house.
“Jeff,” Misha said kind of stiffly, he was leaning against the stair banister, Jared could tell he had been waiting for them, “He’s in the study.”
Jeff nodded, “Lead the way,” and raised his hand a little palm open as the three of them made their way through the living room and down a short hall to the right. The door was open. Misha went in first. Then Jeff. Jared last. And then Jared saw him.
“Jensen,” said Jeff by way of greeting.
Near enough took Jared’s breath away. He couldn’t even remember the image he had built up in his head, but this certainly wasn’t it.
“Jeff,” said the most beautiful man Jared had ever seen, “This him?” and when Jensen’s gaze shifted to him Jared had to drop his own.
“This is him,” Jeff said with something akin to pride, and he clapped Jared on the back hard, the force of it jerking him forward a little, “What did I tell you?”
Jensen’s eyes scanned Jared carefully, from head to toe and back again, his face gave nothing away, but only because he didn’t want it to, “I think you under sold him.”
“I’m surprised your boy here didn’t paint you a clearer picture, quite the regular wordsmith eh Mish?”
Jared couldn’t see either of Jeff’s or Misha’s faces right now, they were standing behind him and he had an overwhelming sense it would be a mistake to take his eyes off Jensen, but he would have been willing to wager that Misha glared at the older man.
“Well who am I to judge? I certainly wouldn’t want to encroach upon your area of expertise Jeffrey.”
Jensen appeared to remain unaffected by his cohorts’ somewhat thinly-veiled hostility towards each other, slowly tipping his head to the side he took a long draw on his cigarette, “He’s a little on the scrawny side.”
The indignation must have passed over Jared’s face because Jensen’s lit up with what could only be described as a wicked little smirk that stretched all the way to his eyes, which crinkled, “There’s the fire I was promised.”
Jared watched Jensen’s tongue flick out across his lower lip it’s how he knew he hadn’t misheard him when his ears failed him, he read those ridiculously plush and perfect lips as they said, “Strip.”
But he still couldn't stop himself from saying, "What?" it was reflex.
"You heard the Boss man," Jeff said, smirk resonant in his voice, "Strip. But don't rush."
Jared took a breath to steady himself, he crossed his hands over as he took the hem of his shirt, and slowly pulled it up and over his head, the material dragging over his torso. His nipples already peaked, but he let his arms hang at his sides, the white cotton still loose in his grip. Head held high he let it go and he toed off the boots, he'd decided against the socks. He kept his eyes on Jensen's face. He was so much younger than Jared had expected. And definitely more attractive.
Jensen moved round to the front of his desk and half sat, half leaned back against the edge and he reached out with his hand following the curve of Jared’s chest and abdomen with it without actually touching him. But Jared still shivered as if he had, the ghost of sensation tickling along the surface. Jensen stopped when he got to the waistband of the jeans and he tugged the zip slider between his thumb and ring finger.
“Take them off,” was Jensen’s quiet command and when he looked up at Jared through his eyelashes Jared almost forgot how to breathe God his eyes he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle them at closer range.
Jared dragged down the zipper steadily before he popped the button on the fly he didn’t want to risk catching his already hardening flesh with it. Once it was open he slid his thumbs down over his hip bones and into the sides of the jeans and he pushed, the loose denim falling easily.
Jensen bit the side of his lip as he eyed Jared’s dick, which was at half mast and still rising, and Jared watched as Jensen’s eyes darkened.
Jensen’s eyes momentarily flicked back up to Jared as he said, “Turn around.”
Jared’s back stiffened when Jeff reminded him of the other eyes in the room, “Show us what you got Cowboy.”
He lifted one foot out of his jeans and gently shuffled them aside with the other before he turned on the spot, tilting his head back to glance up at the ceiling in exasperation, and he stood with his feet a shoulders width apart. Jeff whistled and Jared tried to keep his gaze on a fixed point behind the two men, not wanting to look at Jeff and Misha seemed to be staring at him dispassionately from what Jared could tell out of the corner of his eye. Like Jared was just some statue in a museum.
Jared took a deeper breath and breathed back out through his nose to stop himself from sighing, he knew what was coming and Jensen didn’t disappoint.
“Bend over.”
Jared dropped his head down between his shoulders and widened his stance a little before he let the upper half of his body drop forwards, his knuckles dusting the floor. He tensed when he felt Jensen finally touch him, cupping the spot where his back met his hip. Fuck. And for a moment he thought he was going to fuck him like that, in front of Jeff and Misha, when he heard him say, “Leave us.”
He sagged a little in relief and when he went to straighten up Jensen’s hand pressed him back down in the middle of his back, and Jensen tsked him, “Not ‘til you’re told.”
He held Jared down for one maybe two minutes, Jared lost count of the seconds as the blood rushed to his head, cock softening between his legs.
“Up. And face me,” and he took his hand back, “Slow now, don’t want to make yourself dizzy.”
Jared took his time in up-righting himself and he kept his eyes closed. He was a little surprised that Jensen would even care, but then he figured it probably had more to do with concerns for upholstery or dry-cleaning than it did with Jared’s well-being.
He rolled his shoulders stretching a little as he stood to his full height and he paused for a moment before turning back to Jensen, “So you’re the great and powerful Oz huh?" the decider of his fate.
A dark chuckle rumbled from the back of Jensen's throat, and he pushed up onto his feet, "Cute. So which wayward soul are you? Hmm?" he said sticking his face into Jared's before stepping round him, like he was in fact assessing Jared's soul, "Not the Cowardly Lion hmm? No. But if you only had a brain, hmm?"
Jared could feel Jensen behind him, prowling back and forth, it was more than a little disconcerting, it heightened his already very mindful awareness of his nakedness, "Or maybe you're Dorothy, hmm, you wanna go home? No?" and then Jensen stood before him, "Or maybe,” Jared didn't even register him grabbing it, until the blade was digging into his chest, the letter opener from Jensen’s desk, which was closer to being a dagger, “we should take a look under the hood, see if you're needing a heart. Find out if you’re a screamer."
Jensen raised the blade to Jared’s cheek forcing his head to the side and he tapped it against his jaw twice before dragging it down his jugular and Jared tried to stay as still as possible. Jensen brought his other hand to the back of Jared’s head and Jared felt his fingers tangle into his hair and then Jensen yanked his head back tight. Jensen brushed the hair resting on Jared’s neck back with the edge of the blade just grazing his flesh. The flat side of the blade very delicately stroked over Jared’s pulse point and then Jensen dropped it to trail along Jared’s collar bone before he tossed the letter opener back onto his desk with a clunk.
“On your knees.”
When Jared didn’t move right away Jensen tugged down hard on his hair forcing his knees to bend. Jared threw his hands out to stop himself when Jensen let go of him with more force than necessary. His head, between Jensen’s legs, had come this close to smacking off the desk. He stayed down on all fours for a moment to try and get his heart rate under control before he pulled up and sunk back onto his heels so his head was in line with the straining bulge at Jensen’s crotch.
Jared licked his lip and then bit the side of it not sure if Jensen wanted him to just go with it or if he was to wait for further instruction. He looked up into Jensen’s eyes and Jensen smiled making Jared shiver. Jensen caressed the side of Jared’s face and Jared closed his eyes, they fluttered open at the sound of Jensen’s zipper, transfixed as Jensen pulled himself out, his dick every bit as impressive as the rest of him that Jared had seen so far.
This time Jared put up no resistance when Jensen grabbed him by the hair and tugged him in. Jensen’s cock was hot against his cheek, partly resting along the line of Jared’s nose. Jared inhaled deep and pushed his face in just that much further to take in the musky sudorous scent of him, bringing one hand up to splay over Jensen’s pelvic region. He opened up his mouth, his tongue licking the part of Jensen’s shaft that it could reach.
Pulling back a touch his nose brushed the rigid flesh and he licked a stripe up to the tip letting the flat of his tongue sweep across the head before giving a more controlled swirl round the slit with the point. Jensen’s grip in his hair simultaneously tightened and then relaxed as Jared closed his lips around the head with a gentle suction. Jensen let out a very soft gasp, small though it was it put Jared more at ease, this he knew how to do.
He pulled off, slow, his lips drawn into a moist kiss and then he dropped back down, taking more into his mouth he let the head dip into his cheek as he pulled back up. Jared had no misgivings that Jensen allowed him to have a few more bobs at his own pace before Jensen directed his movements, fucking into Jared’s mouth and Jared let his jaw go slack. Jared spluttered round Jensen’s dick when he hit the back of his throat and he tried to breathe through his nose, Jensen not offering him much time to recover.
Jared slid his hand round to take firm hold of Jensen’s ass over his pants when his hips started to stutter, Jensen’s fingers digging into Jared’s scalp as he came down his throat and Jensen kept Jared in place until his breathing was back under control. Jared slumped back a little before looking up into Jensen’s face as Jensen tucked himself back in without looking at Jared and he said simply, “Upstairs.”
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Misha was reading the morning paper at the breakfast table, he was just turning the page over when he heard the movement on the stairs. Jensen’s new play thing. He’d spent the better part of the evening breaking him in and it showed in the young man’s gait as he entered the kitchen.
“Do you know where my clothes are?” Jared asked, presumably only wearing the robe that had been left out for him, Misha assumed he was smart enough to not go rummaging through Jensen’s underwear.
Misha only glanced at him over the top of his newspaper, he’d seen quite enough of Jared the night before, “Do I look like your maid?” he said evenly, though not dropping his authority, “Did Jensen say you could put clothes on?”
“Well no. But he-”
“Then you better not put any on until he does,” Misha knew Jensen had left before Jared had wakened, they had had a meeting, as they did every morning, Jensen was going to be offloading some duties onto Misha for the time being -it’s what he did when he found a new favourite, take a few extra days to have his fill before opening them up to mass consumption, favourites got certain privileges of course- but there was one thing he had absolutely had to take care of himself, in person. Jared would have to learn that it made no odds, “He’ll be back shortly.”
Misha saw Jared fidget a little in his periphery, folding his arms over that broad silk-covered chest, Misha lowered his paper, “If you’re going to wander while he’s out, keep the robe on.”
“Yes Sir.”
That got a smile out of him, “It’s Misha and I wouldn’t go ‘Sir-ing’ Jensen either. Won’t do you any favours,” Misha didn’t know what it was yet, but he was starting to see what Danneel had seen in the boy. He’d seen right through that little charade. He folded up his paper and gently smacked it down onto the table before getting up to pour himself another coffee.
“I take it you found the bathroom okay?” Misha said almost conversationally as he stirred in his sugar, though he didn’t wait for Jared’s answer, he’d heard the toilet anyway, “If you want to eat something I’d suggest you do it before he returns. When he gets back you’re gonna be otherwise engaged.”
“What should I-”
“For today? Help yourself. It’ll be our little secret. Normally there would be something prepared, but you were unexpected,” to say the least. Jensen was very particular. And in any case neither Jensen or himself had intended to dine in the house that morning, so the housekeeper had the time off.
“I’m sure this won’t be the first time this has been relayed to you, but your existence here is very much dependent upon your ability, your willingness, to follow instructions,” Misha believed in fairness. If Jared was going to make a mistake then it would be an informed one.
"Play your cards right, and it's not a bad set up, you've been to Danneel's-"
“I don’t-”
Misha saw the flicker of panic, and he knew Jared had gotten his message, “You don’t think I know how to read her? I know. There’s nothing I don’t know about. But that’s not something you have to worry about because I think we have an understanding.”
Misha picked up his mug with both hands, taking in the rich aroma before taking a respectable mouthful and he poured the rest down the sink, “I have to be on my way. Eat something. And do it quick. If I were you I’d want to be back in the bedroom before he gets here.”
“Misha-”
He was almost out the door and he paused, “Yes?”
“Can I get a smoke?”
Misha closed his eyes with a huff, kid knew how to push his luck. He shook his head but he pulled the carton from his pocket all the same and tossed it back to Jared, “Don’t take those upstairs. Lighter’s on the table.”
“Thanks.”
Part Two