Lightning and Thunder
Lightning and Thunder
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Jensen's a drifter, Jared dances in a bar. Sparks and bullets are gonna fly.
Notes: Inspired by the song and music video for "Bullets In The Gun" by Toby Keith, to be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkS5H3Of4-E
Also if any artist here wanted to draw or manip Drifter!Jensen and Dancer!Jared like I've got them in the story, I will be indebted to you and may bake you cupcakes!
Some people called him Jensen, the very few close friends he had called him Jen. Most people just called him Lightning, always quick to strike and gone before his opponent realized he was on the ground bleeding. He liked the name and wore it proudly, always living up to it: gone before the one night stand or hustled biker knew it.
He was a beautiful man, though if you called him that you'd like as not find yourself with a bloody nose and jacked-up jaw. Hazel-green eyes, eyelashes most women would kill for and the kind of plump lips that gave everyone in the vicinity dirty thoughts. He stood six foot one and had the body of a man who knew what hard work was. He owned a ranch out in Texas, but spent most of his time riding his motorcycle around the country, hustling pool or poker for money he didn't need and bringing his conquests back to the cheap motels he stayed in. He kept what he needed in the saddles on his bike and enjoyed the freedom from the responsibility of running the homestead he'd inherited.
He'd got a call from Chris, his brother in all but blood. Told him about this saloon outside San Antone: got dancing girls most of the time but on Wednesdays it catered to those who liked men. Jensen was checking in on his ranch near Dallas at the time, but he decided to make the trip. It'd been a long time since he'd gotten off with another person and some pretty little dancing boy might be just the ticket.
The bar was pretty empty when Jensen arrived. He took a table near the pitiful stage and ordered a Lone Star. A few other drifter types were sitting sporadically around, no one Jensen couldn't take in a fight, so he let himself relax.
A country song Jensen vaguely recognized started to play and a boy took the stage. He was a dark-haired beauty, wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a button-up that was quickly taken off as the music continued. The kid must have been in his early twenties, not too much younger than Jensen himself, and was fucking built. The dancer kept his eyes on Jensen, smiling and even leaning across Jensen's table to pluck his black cowboy hat off his head, putting it on his own as he gyrated his hips.
Jensen smiled back and stood up, making sure the kid was still looking. There was a jukebox near the bar, so Jensen went over and dropped a dollar's worth of change in it, starting with Conway Twitty's “I'd Just Love To Lay You Down” and expecting the boy to get the hint. He tapped the jukebox one, two, three.
“What's your name?” drawled a voice behind Jensen.
“They call me Lightning, sugar,” Jensen answered, trying not to let his surprise show when he discovered he had to look up to meet the boy's eyes.
“I want your name,” the boy challenged, running his hands up Jensen's biceps, “not your drifter's calling card.”
The kid had balls and Jensen approved. “I'm Jensen.”
The boy tested the name on his tongue. “I like it,” he declared. “I'm Jared.”
“You're a mighty good dancer,” Jensen smirked and tried to slide a twenty into Jared's pants.
Jared caught his hand. He pressed the back of Jensen's knuckles into his abs and took the money with his other hand. He lifted it and gestured at the bartender, who came over and took it, leaving behind a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
“You're gonna spend your money on me, I figure we should both benefit,” Jared offered as an explanation. He gestured for Jensen to sit at the table, then sat at the opposite end.
Jared poured the shots and did most of the talking. He told Jensen he was dancing to save up so he could buy a farm of his own someday. Jensen told him about his ranch and his friends. As the night wore on, Jensen was finding himself liking Jared just as much as lusting after him. Jared made Jensen laugh, really laugh. And when Jared slid onto his lap, Jensen was already debating staying an extra few days, planning on keeping Jared in bed for at least forty eight hours. He'd need that much time to do all the filthy things he was planning as they both poured another shot down their throats.
“Oh,” Jared nearly cooed as his hand ran over Jensen's pistol, hidden beneath his vest in a chest holster. “Can I see?”
Jensen turned away just slightly and shook at teasing finger at Jared. “Nuh uh uh.”
Jared laughed and nipped Jensen's finger. He poured them both two more shots.
Suddenly a slant of light from the bar door illuminated them where they sat. A fat man with a cigar strolled through the door, catching sight of Jared and Jensen. He walked up to them and grabbed Jared by his shaggy hair, tossing him onto the floor and knocking Jensen's hat off his head. “No free rides for the cowboys, bitch. I don't pay you to get your rocks off, whore,” he growled.
“Shut up!” Jared shouted.
Jensen grabbed the man by the arm. “How about you apologize to the kid before I break your worthless neck?”
The bar owner struggled to free himself from Jensen's vise-like grip.
Jared lunged forward and grabbed Jensen's gun, sticking it in the fat man's back. “Guess what, asshole? You're gonna get that sack of cash you think no one knows about in your office and you're gonna give it to this man right here or I'm going to put an extra few holes in you. Got that?”
The man nodded and slowly led them to a room where he opened a safe and took out a bag of money, handing it to Jensen.
“Good boy,” Jared sneered, forcing the man back into the bar proper. “Hey, Chad, toss Lightning here some rope.”
The bartender ducked behind the bar, where he'd been calmly cleaning glasses and threw a coil of rope at Jensen.
Jensen tied the bar owner to the chair he'd been sitting in and took the gun from Jared. “You're dumb enough to chase us, man, you're dumb enough to die.”
The bartender came over and tied the rag he'd been cleaning glasses with across the owner's eyes. He looked up at Jared. “Better give me some of that,” he gestured at the money, “now that I'm an accessory to a crime and all.”
Jared grinned and took a wad out of the bag. He handed it over. “Too bad you'd already gone home when this went down.”
Chad smiled and smashed an empty bottle across the back of the bar owner's head. “That should buy some time.”
Jensen holstered his gun and held a hand out to Jared. “Mexico's good when you're running from the law and I got just enough room on my bike.”
Chad waved them off and they rode down the highway, Jared laughing and whooping as the adrenaline worked through him. He kept making his hands into guns, pretending to shoot all the scrubs they passed and rubbing his hard cock against Jensen's ass as he wrapped his arms around him again. Once they made it into Mexico, Jensen pulled off at the first little hotel he could find in some unpronounceable town and all but dragged Jared into the room.
Jared threw the money into the air above the bed and set about counting it.
Jensen went to the bathroom and called Chris, who in addition to be his best friend was also the sheriff of Jensen's town. Chris laughed as Jensen relayed the tale, promising that if Jensen and the kid could stay out of America until the next day, he'd make some calls see that all the charges mysteriously got lost. Jensen hung up, chuckling.
Back in the room, Jared was running a wad of cash down his shirtless chest and arching into it. “Two hundred thousand dollars, Jensen,” he groaned.
Jensen shucked his own shirt, holster and vest. “I'd say that'd buy you a nice little farm.” He shoved the money to the side and pressed his mouth to the spot it had been in, tracing Jared's abs with his tongue before making his way up his chest. “Especially if you came home with me and buy the acres next door.”
“Want,” Jared gasped as Jensen sucked at his nipple, “fuck, god, want to. Want you to fuck me.”
Jensen smiled and brought his lips down on Jared's. “You bet I will baby,” he whispered against Jared's lips. “In the morning Chris'll have everything squared away and we can head back into Texas, but tonight, oh tonight I am going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it the entire ride back. So when I get you home, you're going to be begging me to fuck you again.”
Jared arched underneath Jensen's hands. “Yeah, fuck yeah Jensen!” He smiled at the older man. “You saved me, having that gun. Standing up for me.”
Jensen shrugged, “I seem to recall you being the one using it,” he replied, setting about the glorious task of getting Jared naked. He kissed Jared again, running his hands down to the taller man's thighs and up to his waist again. He undid the button on the leather pants and pulled the zipper down, reaching inside to grasp Jared's cock. “I could feel this the whole time we were driving,” he mouthed down Jared's neck. “Couldn't wait to get it in my hand, so fucking big, kiddo.”
“So good,” Jared moaned as he tried to thrust into Jensen's grip.
The older man ducked his head down again, remembering how playing with Jared's nipple had made the kid gasp. He licked a circle around the right one before lowering his mouth and sucking hard just as he thumbed the bundle of nerves under the head of Jared's cock.
Jared shivered and his cock twitched in Jensen's hand. “Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he cried out.
“Patience,” he said against Jared's chest, switching to the left nipple and giving it the same attention.
The younger man's hands scrambled over Jensen's back and shoulders, before relocating to undo Jensen's belt.
Jensen pulled back completely from Jared and stood up at the foot of the bed “First thing I'mma do when I get you in my bed is teach you patience,” he promised as he yanked Jared's pants down, before losing his own. “Take you to bed,” he licked a slow line up Jared's cock, “and tease you for hours,” he tore open the lube he'd grabbed from his pocket, “let you suck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours,” he pressed a finger into Jared, who moaned. “But for right now,” he added another finger and started scissoring Jared's ass to get him ready, “I'm just gonna fuck you, good and hard, so you'll remember who you belong to now. Ain't gonna dance for anybody else any more. You're mine now, sugar.” He added a third finger, just to drive his point home.
“Yours,” Jared gasped out as he fucked himself down on Jensen's fingers, “ah god, fuck yeah I'm yours.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen chuckled, pulling his fingers out of Jared and used the rest of the lube to slick himself up. He hitched one of Jared's long legs around his waist and guided himself into Jared. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he slid farther into the tight heat below him. “You feel good, baby. Tight and hot and sweet.” He withdrew, only to slam back into Jared and make the younger man all but scream.
“Harder, Jensen, ain't gonna break,” Jared panted as he reached up and pulled Jensen close to kiss him, bending himself practically in half.
Jensen snapped his hips harder, loving the feel of his balls slapping against Jared's tight ass cheeks. He wanted to speak, to tell Jared how good it felt inside him, but all Jensen could manage were grunts and groans as he fucked the young man.
Jared kept up a running litany of nonsense words and gasps into Jensen's mouth as he lifted his other leg and urged Jensen on faster and harder.
Jensen felt his orgasm building, so he reached down and took Jared's cock in his hand again. “Come on, baby, come for me,” he panted against Jared's mouth.
Obeying, Jared screamed Jensen's name and coated both their stomachs and Jensen's hand, tossing back his head and arching underneath Jensen.
The sight of Jared coming brought on Jensen's climax and he pumped his release into Jared's clenching hole. As they lay trying to get their breath back, Jensen smiled. “I could get used to coming as hard as that. Fuck Jared,” he rolled off the other man and tucked Jared's head underneath his chin, “think I've met my Thunder. You're fucking loud.”
Jared grinned and threw an arm across Jensen's chest to lay on his heart. “I'm so waking you up with a blowjob,” Jared laughed as he drifted off the sleep.
Looking down at the mop of dark hair across his chest, Jensen just smiled and closed his eyes.
Instead of Jared's pretty mouth, the sound of sirens and running feet woke Jensen up. He shoved Jared off him in his haste to get to the window. “Fuck!” He yelled.
Jared was already moving, dressing and grabbing Jensen's gun. “What's happening?”
“Chris cleared things with the American police, so the bastard sent the Mexican police instead! Fifty men at least, fuck!” Jensen was hastily shoving the money in the sack as he hopped into his clothes.
Jared pulled Jensen in and kissed him hard. “Let's go, Lightning.”
They ran out the back, but there were policemen already there, so they ducked and dodged the bullets until they found an archway. Jensen and Jared each took a side as the police lined up for a final showdown.
Jared gestured frantically at Jensen to come over to his side, pointing down a side alley that would get them to Jensen's parked bike.
Jensen turned and Jared saw the bullet wound in his shoulder. Jensen waved his hand telling Jared to get out while he could, throwing the money bag to him. He tried to inspect his own shoulder as it bled.
The policemen stopped firing, waiting for the clear shot they'd get once Jensen tried to cross to Jared.
His heart beating double time in his chest, Jared looked at the money, then at his bleeding lover. He gestured Jensen to come over, then held up three fingers. Two. One. Jared threw the money towards the policemen to screw up their sight lines and fired Jensen's gun to distract them.
Jensen ducked low and ran like hell towards Jared, collapsing behind the wall at his feet.
Jared stopped firing and helped Jensen up, all but dragging him along.
“You could have left,” Jensen said as they ran towards the barn they'd left the motorcycle in.
Jared shook his head as he cast his eyes around for policemen. “You saved me first.” He smiled as they rounded the corner and found the bike. He withdrew a wad of cash and put it into the saddlebag. “Thought I could at least get an acre or two with this.”
Jensen pulled Jared behind him on the bike and they rode off, neither of them breathing until they passed back into the United States. They arrived at Jensen's ranch early that evening and were met by Chris.
“You know how big you owe me for this, Ackles?” Chris asked.
“You know I make your life more interesting,” Jensen smiled as he and Jared stepped off the motorcycle. “Any chance you could get Steve round? Fuckers shot me in Mexico,” he showed off his shoulder and the makeshift dressing Jared had applied once they were safely across the border and could stop to eat and rest.
Chris looked Jared up and down. “He worth it?”
Jensen grinned at Jared and winked. “Better be.”
Jared sleepily laid his head on Jensen's uninjured shoulder to whisper. “I still owe you that morning blowjob.”
Smiling, Jensen pointed towards the house, “Up the stairs, first door on the left. I'll be in once the doc patches me up.”
Jared stumbled off to go to sleep, the past couple days wearing on him.
“You sure about this?” Chris asked.
Jared had hit the cold place in Jensen's soul with the fire in his eyes and they'd saved each other's lives all in less than forty eight hours. Jensen shrugged. It was all the answer he could give.
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Jensen's a drifter, Jared dances in a bar. Sparks and bullets are gonna fly.
Notes: Inspired by the song and music video for "Bullets In The Gun" by Toby Keith, to be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkS5H3Of4-E
Also if any artist here wanted to draw or manip Drifter!Jensen and Dancer!Jared like I've got them in the story, I will be indebted to you and may bake you cupcakes!
Some people called him Jensen, the very few close friends he had called him Jen. Most people just called him Lightning, always quick to strike and gone before his opponent realized he was on the ground bleeding. He liked the name and wore it proudly, always living up to it: gone before the one night stand or hustled biker knew it.
He was a beautiful man, though if you called him that you'd like as not find yourself with a bloody nose and jacked-up jaw. Hazel-green eyes, eyelashes most women would kill for and the kind of plump lips that gave everyone in the vicinity dirty thoughts. He stood six foot one and had the body of a man who knew what hard work was. He owned a ranch out in Texas, but spent most of his time riding his motorcycle around the country, hustling pool or poker for money he didn't need and bringing his conquests back to the cheap motels he stayed in. He kept what he needed in the saddles on his bike and enjoyed the freedom from the responsibility of running the homestead he'd inherited.
He'd got a call from Chris, his brother in all but blood. Told him about this saloon outside San Antone: got dancing girls most of the time but on Wednesdays it catered to those who liked men. Jensen was checking in on his ranch near Dallas at the time, but he decided to make the trip. It'd been a long time since he'd gotten off with another person and some pretty little dancing boy might be just the ticket.
The bar was pretty empty when Jensen arrived. He took a table near the pitiful stage and ordered a Lone Star. A few other drifter types were sitting sporadically around, no one Jensen couldn't take in a fight, so he let himself relax.
A country song Jensen vaguely recognized started to play and a boy took the stage. He was a dark-haired beauty, wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a button-up that was quickly taken off as the music continued. The kid must have been in his early twenties, not too much younger than Jensen himself, and was fucking built. The dancer kept his eyes on Jensen, smiling and even leaning across Jensen's table to pluck his black cowboy hat off his head, putting it on his own as he gyrated his hips.
Jensen smiled back and stood up, making sure the kid was still looking. There was a jukebox near the bar, so Jensen went over and dropped a dollar's worth of change in it, starting with Conway Twitty's “I'd Just Love To Lay You Down” and expecting the boy to get the hint. He tapped the jukebox one, two, three.
“What's your name?” drawled a voice behind Jensen.
“They call me Lightning, sugar,” Jensen answered, trying not to let his surprise show when he discovered he had to look up to meet the boy's eyes.
“I want your name,” the boy challenged, running his hands up Jensen's biceps, “not your drifter's calling card.”
The kid had balls and Jensen approved. “I'm Jensen.”
The boy tested the name on his tongue. “I like it,” he declared. “I'm Jared.”
“You're a mighty good dancer,” Jensen smirked and tried to slide a twenty into Jared's pants.
Jared caught his hand. He pressed the back of Jensen's knuckles into his abs and took the money with his other hand. He lifted it and gestured at the bartender, who came over and took it, leaving behind a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
“You're gonna spend your money on me, I figure we should both benefit,” Jared offered as an explanation. He gestured for Jensen to sit at the table, then sat at the opposite end.
Jared poured the shots and did most of the talking. He told Jensen he was dancing to save up so he could buy a farm of his own someday. Jensen told him about his ranch and his friends. As the night wore on, Jensen was finding himself liking Jared just as much as lusting after him. Jared made Jensen laugh, really laugh. And when Jared slid onto his lap, Jensen was already debating staying an extra few days, planning on keeping Jared in bed for at least forty eight hours. He'd need that much time to do all the filthy things he was planning as they both poured another shot down their throats.
“Oh,” Jared nearly cooed as his hand ran over Jensen's pistol, hidden beneath his vest in a chest holster. “Can I see?”
Jensen turned away just slightly and shook at teasing finger at Jared. “Nuh uh uh.”
Jared laughed and nipped Jensen's finger. He poured them both two more shots.
Suddenly a slant of light from the bar door illuminated them where they sat. A fat man with a cigar strolled through the door, catching sight of Jared and Jensen. He walked up to them and grabbed Jared by his shaggy hair, tossing him onto the floor and knocking Jensen's hat off his head. “No free rides for the cowboys, bitch. I don't pay you to get your rocks off, whore,” he growled.
“Shut up!” Jared shouted.
Jensen grabbed the man by the arm. “How about you apologize to the kid before I break your worthless neck?”
The bar owner struggled to free himself from Jensen's vise-like grip.
Jared lunged forward and grabbed Jensen's gun, sticking it in the fat man's back. “Guess what, asshole? You're gonna get that sack of cash you think no one knows about in your office and you're gonna give it to this man right here or I'm going to put an extra few holes in you. Got that?”
The man nodded and slowly led them to a room where he opened a safe and took out a bag of money, handing it to Jensen.
“Good boy,” Jared sneered, forcing the man back into the bar proper. “Hey, Chad, toss Lightning here some rope.”
The bartender ducked behind the bar, where he'd been calmly cleaning glasses and threw a coil of rope at Jensen.
Jensen tied the bar owner to the chair he'd been sitting in and took the gun from Jared. “You're dumb enough to chase us, man, you're dumb enough to die.”
The bartender came over and tied the rag he'd been cleaning glasses with across the owner's eyes. He looked up at Jared. “Better give me some of that,” he gestured at the money, “now that I'm an accessory to a crime and all.”
Jared grinned and took a wad out of the bag. He handed it over. “Too bad you'd already gone home when this went down.”
Chad smiled and smashed an empty bottle across the back of the bar owner's head. “That should buy some time.”
Jensen holstered his gun and held a hand out to Jared. “Mexico's good when you're running from the law and I got just enough room on my bike.”
Chad waved them off and they rode down the highway, Jared laughing and whooping as the adrenaline worked through him. He kept making his hands into guns, pretending to shoot all the scrubs they passed and rubbing his hard cock against Jensen's ass as he wrapped his arms around him again. Once they made it into Mexico, Jensen pulled off at the first little hotel he could find in some unpronounceable town and all but dragged Jared into the room.
Jared threw the money into the air above the bed and set about counting it.
Jensen went to the bathroom and called Chris, who in addition to be his best friend was also the sheriff of Jensen's town. Chris laughed as Jensen relayed the tale, promising that if Jensen and the kid could stay out of America until the next day, he'd make some calls see that all the charges mysteriously got lost. Jensen hung up, chuckling.
Back in the room, Jared was running a wad of cash down his shirtless chest and arching into it. “Two hundred thousand dollars, Jensen,” he groaned.
Jensen shucked his own shirt, holster and vest. “I'd say that'd buy you a nice little farm.” He shoved the money to the side and pressed his mouth to the spot it had been in, tracing Jared's abs with his tongue before making his way up his chest. “Especially if you came home with me and buy the acres next door.”
“Want,” Jared gasped as Jensen sucked at his nipple, “fuck, god, want to. Want you to fuck me.”
Jensen smiled and brought his lips down on Jared's. “You bet I will baby,” he whispered against Jared's lips. “In the morning Chris'll have everything squared away and we can head back into Texas, but tonight, oh tonight I am going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it the entire ride back. So when I get you home, you're going to be begging me to fuck you again.”
Jared arched underneath Jensen's hands. “Yeah, fuck yeah Jensen!” He smiled at the older man. “You saved me, having that gun. Standing up for me.”
Jensen shrugged, “I seem to recall you being the one using it,” he replied, setting about the glorious task of getting Jared naked. He kissed Jared again, running his hands down to the taller man's thighs and up to his waist again. He undid the button on the leather pants and pulled the zipper down, reaching inside to grasp Jared's cock. “I could feel this the whole time we were driving,” he mouthed down Jared's neck. “Couldn't wait to get it in my hand, so fucking big, kiddo.”
“So good,” Jared moaned as he tried to thrust into Jensen's grip.
The older man ducked his head down again, remembering how playing with Jared's nipple had made the kid gasp. He licked a circle around the right one before lowering his mouth and sucking hard just as he thumbed the bundle of nerves under the head of Jared's cock.
Jared shivered and his cock twitched in Jensen's hand. “Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he cried out.
“Patience,” he said against Jared's chest, switching to the left nipple and giving it the same attention.
The younger man's hands scrambled over Jensen's back and shoulders, before relocating to undo Jensen's belt.
Jensen pulled back completely from Jared and stood up at the foot of the bed “First thing I'mma do when I get you in my bed is teach you patience,” he promised as he yanked Jared's pants down, before losing his own. “Take you to bed,” he licked a slow line up Jared's cock, “and tease you for hours,” he tore open the lube he'd grabbed from his pocket, “let you suck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours,” he pressed a finger into Jared, who moaned. “But for right now,” he added another finger and started scissoring Jared's ass to get him ready, “I'm just gonna fuck you, good and hard, so you'll remember who you belong to now. Ain't gonna dance for anybody else any more. You're mine now, sugar.” He added a third finger, just to drive his point home.
“Yours,” Jared gasped out as he fucked himself down on Jensen's fingers, “ah god, fuck yeah I'm yours.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen chuckled, pulling his fingers out of Jared and used the rest of the lube to slick himself up. He hitched one of Jared's long legs around his waist and guided himself into Jared. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he slid farther into the tight heat below him. “You feel good, baby. Tight and hot and sweet.” He withdrew, only to slam back into Jared and make the younger man all but scream.
“Harder, Jensen, ain't gonna break,” Jared panted as he reached up and pulled Jensen close to kiss him, bending himself practically in half.
Jensen snapped his hips harder, loving the feel of his balls slapping against Jared's tight ass cheeks. He wanted to speak, to tell Jared how good it felt inside him, but all Jensen could manage were grunts and groans as he fucked the young man.
Jared kept up a running litany of nonsense words and gasps into Jensen's mouth as he lifted his other leg and urged Jensen on faster and harder.
Jensen felt his orgasm building, so he reached down and took Jared's cock in his hand again. “Come on, baby, come for me,” he panted against Jared's mouth.
Obeying, Jared screamed Jensen's name and coated both their stomachs and Jensen's hand, tossing back his head and arching underneath Jensen.
The sight of Jared coming brought on Jensen's climax and he pumped his release into Jared's clenching hole. As they lay trying to get their breath back, Jensen smiled. “I could get used to coming as hard as that. Fuck Jared,” he rolled off the other man and tucked Jared's head underneath his chin, “think I've met my Thunder. You're fucking loud.”
Jared grinned and threw an arm across Jensen's chest to lay on his heart. “I'm so waking you up with a blowjob,” Jared laughed as he drifted off the sleep.
Looking down at the mop of dark hair across his chest, Jensen just smiled and closed his eyes.
Instead of Jared's pretty mouth, the sound of sirens and running feet woke Jensen up. He shoved Jared off him in his haste to get to the window. “Fuck!” He yelled.
Jared was already moving, dressing and grabbing Jensen's gun. “What's happening?”
“Chris cleared things with the American police, so the bastard sent the Mexican police instead! Fifty men at least, fuck!” Jensen was hastily shoving the money in the sack as he hopped into his clothes.
Jared pulled Jensen in and kissed him hard. “Let's go, Lightning.”
They ran out the back, but there were policemen already there, so they ducked and dodged the bullets until they found an archway. Jensen and Jared each took a side as the police lined up for a final showdown.
Jared gestured frantically at Jensen to come over to his side, pointing down a side alley that would get them to Jensen's parked bike.
Jensen turned and Jared saw the bullet wound in his shoulder. Jensen waved his hand telling Jared to get out while he could, throwing the money bag to him. He tried to inspect his own shoulder as it bled.
The policemen stopped firing, waiting for the clear shot they'd get once Jensen tried to cross to Jared.
His heart beating double time in his chest, Jared looked at the money, then at his bleeding lover. He gestured Jensen to come over, then held up three fingers. Two. One. Jared threw the money towards the policemen to screw up their sight lines and fired Jensen's gun to distract them.
Jensen ducked low and ran like hell towards Jared, collapsing behind the wall at his feet.
Jared stopped firing and helped Jensen up, all but dragging him along.
“You could have left,” Jensen said as they ran towards the barn they'd left the motorcycle in.
Jared shook his head as he cast his eyes around for policemen. “You saved me first.” He smiled as they rounded the corner and found the bike. He withdrew a wad of cash and put it into the saddlebag. “Thought I could at least get an acre or two with this.”
Jensen pulled Jared behind him on the bike and they rode off, neither of them breathing until they passed back into the United States. They arrived at Jensen's ranch early that evening and were met by Chris.
“You know how big you owe me for this, Ackles?” Chris asked.
“You know I make your life more interesting,” Jensen smiled as he and Jared stepped off the motorcycle. “Any chance you could get Steve round? Fuckers shot me in Mexico,” he showed off his shoulder and the makeshift dressing Jared had applied once they were safely across the border and could stop to eat and rest.
Chris looked Jared up and down. “He worth it?”
Jensen grinned at Jared and winked. “Better be.”
Jared sleepily laid his head on Jensen's uninjured shoulder to whisper. “I still owe you that morning blowjob.”
Smiling, Jensen pointed towards the house, “Up the stairs, first door on the left. I'll be in once the doc patches me up.”
Jared stumbled off to go to sleep, the past couple days wearing on him.
“You sure about this?” Chris asked.
Jared had hit the cold place in Jensen's soul with the fire in his eyes and they'd saved each other's lives all in less than forty eight hours. Jensen shrugged. It was all the answer he could give.