America's Son - Prolouge & One
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Jensen was four the first time he voted; he voted for his father.
He didn’t actually vote, vote. His mother held him and let him push the buttons and then when they were done he got to pull the lever.
The night before the elections, his grandfather had sat him down and outlined his father’s potential new job as governor of Texas. Jensen had looked up at his grandfather with wide eyes, listening intently, but understanding none of it.
His mother had sighed at the ‘campaigning’, but Jensen was excited by it. He would sit with his father, waving at all the people, listening to the questions they were asked and his father’s answers.
As the balloons dropped when his father was elected, Jensen danced among them. He didn’t completely understand what was going on, except that his dad had won something.
Jensen had loved how his grandfather would talk to him about what his father was doing, he loved the way that people shook his father’s hand, he loved the atmosphere and everything that was happening around him.
At four years old, Jensen decided that he wanted to be just like his father.
When he told his grandfather, the gleam in the old man’s eyes only solidified his position.
His grandfather patted him on the head as he spoke, “Let’s see if we can make you more than just a governor.”
Jensen was sold.
:::
Jared was pretty sure that sitting in the stacks watching some guy was probably illegal. Even if it wasn’t, it was still very creepy.
Unfortunately it was pretty much the only life he had these days. Most of his time was consumed with studying. His head was swimming with all of the things that he needed to do, all of the things he didn’t know but was required to. So he spent a great deal of time, sitting in the stacks enjoying what was definitely the best view in Boston, while he attempted to absorb everything from his books and notes.
He had first seen this guy the third week of school. He had been ready to run away and quit something for the first time in his life. He had gotten an “F” on a paper. This came on the heels of one professor dismissing his view as that of a ‘simpleton’ and another politely suggesting that he take an easier course or get some serious tutoring. All he heard was that he wasn’t good enough.
It was the first time in his life that he couldn’t seem to succeed, despite hard work. He found out that he really didn’t know how to handle failure-he’d never had to before-and he was starting to think that Harvard was not where he was meant to be; even after a lifetime of thinking that this was the place he belonged.
He was the son of an accountant and a schoolteacher from San Antonio, Texas. His parents had given everything he to see that he would succeed. This thing he was doing was as much his parent’s success as it was his. He was terrified that he was gong to have to tell his parents that he had dreamed too big and just couldn’t do it.
That first sighting, Jared had been walking aimlessly through the library contemplating running off to Fiji and selling shell bracelets as an alternative to ever having to face them again.
That was the thought in his head when he first saw hot library guy.
Hot Library Guy had been doing nothing but sitting there, never even looked up, but that moment changed something in Jared.
Jared never thought about Fiji again after seeing Hot Library Guy. Jared found a place where he could observe without looking like he was observing, back against the Afro-Latin poetry shelf, trying to download more information than his head could contain, and stalking.
It was creepy and weird, Jared could admit that much.
It was also getting Jared through his first semester of Harvard.
:::
Jared opened the door to his dorm room to see Chad on their couch playing video games.
When Chad saw that it was only Jared, he rummaged through the cushions and pulled out a thick book.
“How is Hot Library Guy?” Chad asked, reaching for a pen to make notes.
“I don’t know why you have to hide the fact that you work hard,” Jared sighed, ignoring Chad’s question.
“I have a reputation to think of,” Chad said loftily, thumbing through the pages in his book.
“Quite a reputation you have going there,” Jared laughed as he pulled off his jacket.
“Shut it,” Chad said grinning. “So, how goes the stalking of Hot Library Guy?”
Jared rolled his eyes. “You can stop calling him that.”
“You started it,” Chad sing-songed. “You’re a weirdo. You know that right?”
“Takes one to know one,” Jared replied, sinking into the couch. “I’m probably going to fail out this week.”
“Let’s go out in a couple hours and celebrate your impending doom,” Chad offered.
“Didn’t we do that last week?” Jared sighed.
“Yes,” Chad chuckled. “As long as you’re going to be a drama queen, I might as well get drunk off it.”
:::
“Come party,” Chris said, sticking his head into Jensen’s room.
They were far from ‘normal’ students. They had never thought of living off of ramen noodles, neither had ever set foot in the college cafeteria, and they had lived in a few apartments in the last three and a half years, all over Boston. All of the apartments were gorgeous and lavish pads for anyone, let alone college students. But they were young Ackles scions, so it was expected.
They were the cousins closest in age, born only months apart; Jensen’s father and Chris’ mother were only themselves a few years apart. Chris was the family member that Jensen got along with best. The rest of the cousins were wary of Jensen. They either thought that Jensen was his grandfather’s informant or they thought that he was annoyingly perfect and avoided him.
Chris was going to Berklee College of Music and Jensen was at Harvard, so it seemed only natural that they would share a place. They were complete opposites and yet, perfectly complimentary. The family had hoped that Jensen would rub off on Chris and that Chris wouldn’t rub off on Jensen, but they both stayed themselves and were stronger friends because of it.
It worked for them. Though Chris was brilliant, he was not one of the most esteemed students. Jensen, on the other hand, was not one of the most intelligent students at Harvard, but he had high grades and respect from his teachers, which was something, given that most of them put him through the ringer to make him prove himself. The Ackles legacy was both a curse and a blessing.
Chris always went out to parties--he had since he had been old enough to sneak out of his parents’ house--but Jensen never had. Chris loved it; Jensen had no desire for it.
Like usual Jensen waved Chris requests to party. They had done this two to five times a week for three-and-a-half years. It was their routine. Chris would cajole, beg, threaten, and for three months during their sophomore year, attempt to physically drag him out of the house. Jensen would always end up studying. He wanted nothing more than to be the best and partying wasn’t going to help him achieve that.
But Chris had never learned the fine art of giving up.
Jensen just sighed, as he often did when Chris wanted him to go out, and uncapped his highlighter.
Chris put his hands on his hips.
“You are a senior,” Chris pointed out. “Please come out just this once, you have spent three and a half years in those books. You are going to Harvard Law School next year because they begged you to make their institution better, yet you have avoided something extremely important. Like going out, like having fun.”
“And I will be sad about all the nights I don’t get drunk, black out, and do a million things that I will never remember and always regret.” Jensen replied, barely looking up, highlighting something.
“It’s important,” Chris pointed out. “You’re missing out on prime scandal years.”
Jensen didn’t look up, just pointed his highlighter at his head. “Gay. I’ve got scandal just by breathing.”
“Lame,” Chris muttered. “Hookers, blow, streaking, and defacing historical objects. You should do them or our fucking family is going to make you run for office.”
Jensen finally looked up. “That’s the excuse you’re using for the debauched life that you’re living?”
Chris shrugged. “They’re never going to make me do anything after the whole accidental orgy.”
Jensen just looked at him and spoke slowly as he gestured toward himself. “Gay.”
“Oh my god,” Chris cried out exasperated, pulling Jensen out of his chair and looking at his rumpled appearance. “Come to the party and hit on some underage freshman, if there are any left in the spring semester. Then, sleep with a twink and make me proud. If you’re going to be gay at least be a little gayer about it.”
Chris squinted at Jensen’s outfit, a t-shirt that he had gotten for running a race for cancer and his brother’s beaten up, hand me down jeans. Chris let out a sigh.
“You look like crazy Aunt Hettie after she just gave up and stopped leaving her house,” Chris said with slight distaste. “But I won’t even make you change. I’ll deal with your appearance, if you just stop being such a shut in and come out.”
Jensen grinned. “I did, during high school.”
“Har, har,” Chris grumbled. “You didn’t come out. Ever. You’re still pretty much hush hush. I think I’m probably the only person in the entire would who has seen you with a guy and if push comes to shove I couldn’t actually prove that you actually were more than friends. If it weren’t for that two-year thing with what’s-his-name that even I, in good conscience, can’t call a relationship, I would have serious doubts about your gayness. Where are the half-naked men? Where is the glitter? There isn’t even a boa hanging around. Where is the neatness? Dude, you’re a slob and the shame of the gay community.”
Jensen looked around his room and at his books. They had had this discussion quite a few times. Chris loved to tell him that the gay community was going to disbar him. Tonight wasn’t any more unusual than any other. Hell, he had skipped out on partying on nights that he had so much less work. But tonight, this week, he kind of wanted to take Chris up on his offer.
He knew that he was missing out on things, but it usually didn’t matter. He looked down at himself and he wanted more.
He laughed despite himself, interrupting Chris’ ranting. “Let me shower. I wouldn’t want to further shame my people.”
Jensen was walking towards the bathroom when Chris suddenly realized what Jensen said.
“What? Wait, you’re going out?” Chris called as the shower started. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
:::
Jensen wasn’t sure what was going on in his head tonight. Usually he let his cousins be the crazy ones, but he had gotten accepted to the law school of his dreams and he had kicked Harvard’s ass. Tonight he just wanted to let loose and party.
Saying yes to Chris meant that he had been dragged to three bars and a club. So far.
Even more insane, he had succumbed to Chris’ dares. It was something that they had done when they were kids. Chris had been shocked when Jensen had accepted his first dare. He nearly had a coronary when Jensen took the second and it had gone downhill from there
Jensen had kissed two guys and a girl, stolen a shot glass, jumped up on the bar and sang ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’, and drank way more than he thought he could handle. Chris had ended up kissing two girls and a guy, stealing a bra, and had been the ‘body’ in a whole round of body shots. It was just like when they were kids, except a whole lot more unsavory. This was the Jensen that Chris had loved before he had gotten all ‘respectable.’
At the end of the night, Jensen was on the dance floor in the flashing lights, doing what he insisted was dancing, a belief that Chris did not share. When the music stopped and the lights came up Jensen gave Chris a grin, they weren’t ready to call it a night.
At two in the morning Jensen found himself waiting in line at a restaurant in Chinatown, drunk off his ass. Chris was in the restroom when Jensen ran into a tall guy.
Taller than him was rare. At about six foot, Jensen wasn’t used to guys towering over him. The tall guy had shaggy hair and a sweet smile that seemed a little shaky. Jensen felt his heart speed up and his palms get clammy and sweaty.
This guy was… Well Jensen had had too much alcohol to figure out what he thought this guy was.
He was drunk, and the drunkenness was making him horny, and God, tall guy was looking at him, a little drunk and horny too.
Well, Jensen assumed that the guy was looking at him horny, but he could be very wrong about that. He didn’t have a well-functioning gaydar, but he was pretty sure that this pretty, pretty creature was into him. Mostly, this was because he was drunk and wished it so. At that exact moment, he couldn’t remember wanting anything more than he wanted the guy in front of him. Jensen felt it was only fair that he get the one thing he wanted. He had never felt the self-righteousness of some of his cousins, never used his name for gain, but at the moment he wanted to call in all of his favors.
He wanted, needed, this guy to be gay. Hell, Jensen would even take bisexual or momentarily experimental.
“You’re pretty,” Jensen informed the tall guy he was still ogling. Jensen had never hit on anyone in his life and he was too drunk to be appalled by exactly how much finesse he did not have.
The guy smiled a mile long, with dimples, and Jensen’s heart nearly stopped beating. Jensen decided he was going to use that line every single time he hit on someone if it got that kind of result. ‘Pretty’ was the best pick up line in the entire world.
“I revise that,” Jensen informed him, swaying slightly. “You’re very, very pretty.”
Tall guy’s eyes nearly disappeared with the force of his grin.
“You’re hot library guy,” the other guy said his voice wavering.
Jensen thought for a moment, he did spend quite a bit of time in the library. This could be true. “I am?”
The guy looked at him like he recognized him and Jensen was ashamed that he never looked up from his books long enough to realize that this guy existed.
“This is the dude you’ve been scoping out in the library?” Another guy asked, suddenly coming into Jensen’s frame of view.
Jensen did not appreciate him there.
Jensen glared at him, until his newly found gaydar or wish fulfillment - call it what you will - declared this newcomer totally straight, and not even a bit bi-curious. He wanted to have dibs on tall guy. Tall guy needed to be his.
“You’ve been scoping me?” Jensen asked tilting his head, his mind trying to catch up to the situation.
Tall guy blushed.
“So cute,” Jensen said as he muttered to himself. “Gotta look up from those damn books. Say, you have a name?”
“Jared,” Tall guy said.
“Good name,” Jensen told him, moving closer and smiling.
The guy wrinkled his nose and one of his hands reached out and pulled Jensen closer.
In that moment, Jensen was a goner.
:::
Jensen not waiting Chris got back from the bathroom. The only person there was a blonde guy.
“You Chris?” the guy asked.
Chris blinked, this was very unexpected. The guy seemed to take his silence as a yes.
“I’m Chad. Your friend Jensen left with my friend. I’m supposed to have Chinese with you,” the blonde guy said blinking, seemingly not understanding what was going on either.
“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Jensen?” Chris managed. Chad sighed and flopped down in a nearby chair.
He began ranting, ignoring Chris’ questions. “How the hell did Jay go home with his dream guy but here I am, at two in the morning, stuck with some guy I have to tell he can’t go home because his roommate is banging mine?”
Chris blinked, processing the words slowly. He assumed the question wasn’t directed at him.
“Jensen is getting lucky?” Chris asked, his synapses starting to connect.
Chad nodded. “And I’m here to tell you that you can’t go home.”
Chris looked around confused. “Jensen? I don’t think he does that.”
“I don’t think Jared does either,” Chad sighed, “but I think that they’re doing just that. I also think that Jared has my keys so I can’t go home, you’re more than welcome to go home, but unless you like awkward gay amateur porn, it is a bad idea, dude.”
“How did this happen?” Chris asked, really wanting to know how one night out changed his cousin’s entire persona.
“I don’t know how it happened,” the guy shrugged. “I’m a little drunk.”
They stood in silence looking at one another.
“We should celebrate,” Chris said suddenly, “this is like a once-in-a-lifetime thing.”
Chad nodded. “You know what we should not do? We should not have dinner at two in the morning, like two ditched losers on a pity date.”
Chris totally understood. “Let’s go to my buddy’s house, he has Wild Turkey.”
“Lead the way,” Chad said gesturing towards the door.
:::
Between the two of them was only about five inches of space. They sat perfectly acceptably in the cab, grinning like loons. As the cab pulled to a stop, Jensen threw money at the cab driver, hopefully tipping him like he had never been tipped before, and not shorting him.
But Jensen couldn’t seem to bring himself to really care too much about that.
They crashed into the front door of Jensen’s apartment building.
The stairwell smelled like the rock salt used on the snowy sidewalks, tramped in from the outside, but Jensen couldn’t care less because there was a hard body pushing him into the wall, a hot tongue down his throat, and soft hair tangled between his fingers.
Jensen’s pulled his mouth away and Jared whined.
Jensen grabbed Jared’s arm and practically dragged him up the stairs, his hands going under Jared’s t-shirt to pull at his angular hips and urge Jared down the hallway. Once Jensen had started touching Jared, he couldn’t stop touching him.
He tried to find his keys as Jared sucked at his neck.
When they finally stumbled through the door, Jared’s tongue was back in his mouth and his hands were all over. Jared was tugging at his shirt, pulling it away from his body. Jensen didn’t care what happened to it because Jared’s mouth was making its way down his neck and across his shoulders. His tongue and those lips were touching only a small area of his skin, but it felt like his entire body was on fire.
He pulled back and tilted his head up, looking at the huge guy in his living room, smiling. He had to make sure that this was really happening, that this was even remotely for real.
Jensen reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. “I really, really never do this.”
Jared looked down transfixed by Jensen’s bare torso. Then Jared looked down, a sheepish grin crossing his face when he looked back up.
“What?” Jensen asked.
“In full disclosure, hook ups aren’t my everyday,” Jared admitted. “I grew up studying my life away and that doesn’t really lend itself to a lot of this kind of thing.”
“You sure about this?” Jensen asked, momentarily cautious, really not needing the scandal of someone saying Jensen forced him.
Jared gave him a reassuring smile and dropped to his knees. Jensen’s heart nearly stopped and any worry flew out of his mind. It was a gorgeous sight to see Jared on the ground before him.
“Oh, I want to do this,” Jared replied huskily, looking straight into Jensen’s eyes. “I really really want to do this.”
Jensen could only swallow.
“That sounds nice,” Jensen said in almost a squeak.
“You are quite the one for understatement,” Jared remarked with a grin.
Jensen was already hard and when Jared pressed his palm against his cock he began aching.
“Seems you know some things well enough,” Jensen managed to gasp out.
Jared moved to his buckle and grinned. “Well, I had to be sure I preferred guys.”
The button came next.
Jared looked up at him, those hazel eyes very serious as he spoke again. “I like facts.”
Jensen bit back a moan, he was absolutely, positively sure that Jared wasn’t that innocent, because Jensen was absolutely, positively sure that this was a seduction.
He found that he really liked being seduced.
The zipper slowly came down as Jared looked up. “I made sure I really, really liked doing this before I told my parents. Made sure cocksucking was something that I’d be ready to lose everything for.”
Jensen swallowed, because Jared’s fingers were tugging at Jensen’s boxer briefs. Then those hazel eyes looked up and Jared’s tongue circled the tip of his cock, just barely touching.
When he spoke again, his breath was hot against Jensen’s cock, teasing. “And this, I like this.”
Jensen watched as his dick disappeared into Jared’s mouth in the middle of his living room. It was hot with suction and a tongue that traced out patterns that made Jensen lose all higher brainpower.
Jensen threaded his hands through Jared’s hair, fingers lightly pressing into his skull as Jared proceeded to give him the benefits of his diligent research.
“Thank you for being totally sure,” Jensen managed to moan and he could feel the bubble of Jared’s laughter around him and he bucked a little at the feel of it.
Jensen felt Jared’s fingers tug on his balls, feel them, fondle them. He could barely function with just the touch of this guy. Then, one finger dipped between his cheeks, circling, gently and pressing. That combined with the feel of Jared’s mouth, nearly deep-throating him, had Jensen coming apart, muttering incoherently.
Jared kept him in his mouth, warm and gentle while Jensen whimpered through the final waves of his orgasm.
Finally, Jared let him slip out of his mouth and leaned back on his heels.
Jensen slid to the floor, Jared’s arms easing him down.
“I really, really like doing that,” Jared said, nuzzling into Jensen’s neck, biting and kissing a little.
“Hmm, well, I like you doing that,” Jensen agreed, reaching for Jared’s clothes, needing skin against his still throbbing body. “Want you naked.”
Jared’s dimples came in full force. He ducked his head again to nuzzle at Jensen’s jaw and moaned as Jensen’s hand disappeared inside of his pants.
“Dear sweet mother fucking lord,” Jared gasped at the contact.
“Very much so,” Jensen sighed. Very, very, very pleased with what he found there.
“How much research did you do on fucking?” Jensen asked, feeling out of control with wanting but willing to follow the want that was thrumming through him. He was playing a whore, but the alcohol and Jared’s smile was a heady combination.
“Not as much,” Jared gasped as Jensen stroked him. His hips bucking up, trying to get more pressure, his body seeking out any point of contact with Jensen’s bare skin.
“Gotta get you in me,” Jensen grunted greedily, wrapping his hand around Jared. Jared bucked and moaned at his words.
Jared smothered him in a kiss, pushing him back on the floor, covering Jensen with his body.
“You okay with it this way?” Jensen asked and watched a moment of confusion cover Jared’s face.
“You haven’t done this much,” Jensen guessed.
“A couple,” Jared defended.
Jensen bit his lip while Jared looked up at him, hazel eyes open and clear.
“Okay never,” Jared whispered. “But I want to do this. I learn quickly, just tell me what to do. I want to do this. Besides you offered your ass up, it isn’t going to hurt me none.”
Jensen had to laugh, because Jared’s eyes were shining, he might not know what to do, but Jensen was sure that he was eager to find out.
Jared took the laugh as encouragement and leaned in to whisper in Jensen’s ear. “I really, really, really want to make you make that noise again, the one when I touched here.”
One of Jared’s thick fingers traced down the crease in Jensen’s thigh, Jensen’s head went back and he bit his lip trying to hold back a moan.
“That’s the one,” Jared said.
Then he pulled back, and Jensen whimpered a little.
Jared looked at him with faux drunken innocence. “What? Didn’t you wanna stop?’
Jensen leapt forward and teased Jared’s lips before nipping and running his tongue down Jared’s neck, while Jared squirmed under the feeling. Jensen’s hand reached down towards Jared’s pants.
“What?” Jensen asked as Jared pushed him away. Jensen was looking forward to touching him again, because what Jared had in his pants was awesome.
Jared sat back on his heels, looking at Jensen. He cocked his head.
“I wanna see you all spread out,” Jared told him.
Jensen froze.
Jared looked up and wrinkled his nose. “That wrong?”
“I am trying,” Jensen said through gritted teeth, “not to jump you.”
Jared cocked his head, he looked very confused. “Why?”
Jensen shook his head, trying to clear it.
Jared just shrugged. “I might never have done it before, but I know what I like, what I want. I have an excellent imagination.” Jared said positively. “And what I want right now…”
Jensen moved closer and ran his hands over Jared’s chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the nipples, his mouth plowing into Jared’s.
He managed to get them both standing, leaving pieces of clothing strewn all over the living room.
“Don’t talk,” Jensen demanded, pushing Jared a little away.
Jared just stood there looking over at him, not talking.
“This is not going to last long if you don’t be quiet for just a second. The words coming out of you mouth…” Jensen trailed off and looked at Jared’s mouth. “So give me just a second.”
Jensen breathed heavily and then looked at the naked man in front of him. When he spoke it came out in only a rasp. “Then we’re going to make sure you like to do other things with dick.”
:::
Jensen woke up the next morning sore in the very best way. His face was in the nape of Jared’s neck. His legs were tangled with ungodly long legs.
This was unusual, to say the very least.
And pretty damn appealing.
Jared stirred and Jensen tried to hold on to him a little, without looking like he was in any way trying to cuddle. If this turned out badly, he was just going to claim to be asleep.
He sucked in a breath and tried to tell himself that Jared would be ugly in the harsh light of day, without alcohol. So he cracked open an eye.
Jared was just as cute as the night before, and he was watching Jensen, with a shy little grin.
Jensen felt a little wobbly, but not as hung over as he thought he would be. He also felt like this should be weird.
It wasn’t. It was a totally comfortable moment.
Jensen opened his eyes completely and just looked back at Jared. He reached a hand out and touched Jared’s chest, tentatively at first and then surer, resting his hand on Jared’s naked hipbone.
Jared grinned sheepishly, brushing his fingers over Jensen’s hand where it lay on his chest. “Did that really happen?”
Jensen was glad that he was lying down because this Jared’s voice was like raspy butter; it did funny things to him.
“Do you want to pretend it didn’t?” Jensen asked, his tone light.
“I kind of want to light a candle to every deity out there that it did. That was way better than I thought it would be,” Jared said with a laugh. As though realizing what he said, Jared turned his face towards the pillow. “Oops.”
Jensen looked at him incredulously. “It’s true, what you said last night. Your friend said you have been ‘scoping’ me? And maybe, thinking about me?”
“Yeah,” Jared said, his voice muffled from the pillow. He then lifted his head up sheepishly. “Have you seen you?”
Jensen shrugged. He’d been called pretty his whole life, he didn’t have much of a gage on it.
Jared continued talking. “I just didn’t think I stood much of a chance you know? You always seemed to be so into what you were doing, even with the stuff that had an inch of dust on it. I’m pretty happy getting a chance to be all naked with you, but I kind of would love it if it didn’t have to end.”
Jensen searched the Jared’s face. He might have been the most outgoing person in the world, but his bullshit detector was in premium condition. He always knew who knew about him and who wanted to use him.
When he looked into the hazel eyes of Jared there was only a whole lot of attraction and genuine innocent interest.
“Jesus,” Jensen swore.
He had never in his life had anyone every say something so unabashedly open and honest. He barely even knew Jared, but he was pretty sure that he anted to get to know him better, and not all that had to do with nakedness.
Jensen curled back into him.
“What year are you?” Jensen asked suddenly.
“Freshman,” Jared muttered.
Jensen groaned. “Dear lord. Tell me you’re legal.”
“Dirty deed done, little late for asking that now,” Jared laughed. “But I’m eighteen.”
“Good,” Jensen said pulling him closer. “Where you from?”
“Texas,” Jared said.
Jensen debated whether or not to tell him he was too. Jensen had spent a lot of time getting rid of his Texas twang, and Jared didn’t seem to know who he was. Jensen wanted to get to know him, but if he mentioned that his last name was Ackles he was sure that Jared would make the connection that his name was the same as the governor of his home state, and Jensen was worried that he wouldn’t get to know Jared as well if he was “Jensen Ackles.”
Fortunately, Jared’s stomach growled, practically shaking the bed.
“Wanna eat?” Jensen laughed.
Jared grinned. “Always.”
“See if I have breakfast,” Jensen told him. “You can stay, right?”
Jared smiled. “I can stay.”
:::
Jared didn’t go home that weekend. He spent the entire time in bed getting to know Jensen. Reluctantly, he went home late Sunday night. Jensen was someone he wanted to be around, and that was something that Jensen seemed to feel as well.
Ten minutes after Jared flopped on his bed, Chad came in, looking horrible.
“You look like shit,” Jared told him.
“Vegas,” Chad muttered. “Chris is crazy.”
Jared looked at him funnily.
“You were in Vegas for thirty something hours?” Jared asked. “How does that even work?”
“Kane is fucking crazy, he is not limited by time or space,” Chad said waving his hand. “Is Ackles fucking insane too? You look like a rutted antelope.”
Jared looked at him like he was straight up crazy.
Chad flopped back on his bed and gave Jared a mockery of his crazy look. After a second he started laughing.
“Holy shit,” Chad swore, suddenly looking more alive. “He didn’t tell you? You didn’t even learn your obsessive stalkee’s last name?”
Jared realized stupidly that Jensen didn’t tell him anything.
“He’s Jensen Ackles,” Chad said slowly.
Jared was a numbers guy, he like numbers and how they worked, he liked visual things, he wasn’t much one for politics, but he knew the governor that he had been raised under.
Alan Ackles was the governor of Texas, he was a liberal, and still the oil happy, gun-toting Texans loved Alan Ackles. The whole of America loved the Ackles clan. The Ackles were political dynamos and America had loved them since the sixties, watched avidly as they’d weathered scandals and wielded political power. They were the closest thing to royalty the country had.
“Ackles as in ‘The Ackles’?” Jared squeaked, knowing that it was a stupid question at this point.
Chad nodded.
The giddily light feeling in his stomach was quickly smothered by the terrifying weight of reality.
“Oh,” Jared said feeling as though he had been hit by a ton of bricks. He had just fucked Jensen Ackles.
Jensen Ackles, the great hope of America.
Well that was, that was…
He should have listened to his little sister, for once in his life.
Megan had been the one who knew those things. She worked in the Country Club and she had heard all the gossip that people of that class said. She told him that there was an Ackles who was very gay and very hot who was going to Harvard.
Unfortunately, she had said it at a squeal that made him stop listening. He remembered something about how the Ackles son’s sexuality was one of the worst kept secrets among those who liked to talk, but it hadn’t made it to the media because they were protective of him.
But it was said that Jensen Ackles wasn’t just a catch, he was THE catch. Some even twittered that their sons might be maybe a little gay, in hopes of catching Jensen’s eye.
Jared was kicking himself. He really should have paid more attention, maybe even looked at the pictures that she pulled from the internet.
Last night it had just been some hot guy, and now the hot guy came with an American aristocracy, loads of money, and was pretty much the most unattainable person in the universe.
And Jared had just spent the weekend with him.
“Am I even allowed to call him?” Jared wondered aloud, he felt like he needed some sort of clearance for this one.
“Did he give you his number?” Chad asked.
“Yes,” Jared said nodding his head.
“Then you need to call and call often. And you need to step up your stalking skills,” Chad insisted. “This is not a guy you let get away.”
Jared raised an eyebrow and Chad thought about what he just said.
“Wow,” Chad said. “I just channeled my mother, I’m never drinking martinis again.”
Jared’s eyes wandered off as his thoughts went in a million different directions.
He was officially freaked out well and good now.
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