Second City Sin, 9/15 [NC-17] Jared/Jensen, Historical RPS AU
Title: Second City Sin
Author: truelyesoteric
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In between sin and goodness, in between innocence and knowledge, in between day and night. Chicago 1900. The Everleigh Club. Two people who never would have met otherwise meet as the world rumbles around them.
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: The Everleigh Club is a very nice brothel. Boys doing boys. Chad visits whorehouses. Did I mention Historical AU RPS?
Spoilers: None for Supernatural or real life. However there are spoilers for Sin In The Second City, which the whole kit and caboodle is based on. If you need to have background information Wikipedia this (or if you don’t believe that it exists).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I am borrowing, but not for money or power. Well okay maybe for power. Jensen and Jared are not mine, I think that they were not alive in 1900, unless they look really good for being something like 135 and 131 respectively. Minna and Ada were also real people, when they were alive, who I do not in anyway own. I definitely do not own the Everleigh house because it’s illegal to own brothels in Chicago, and I am not living in Chicago.
PROLOGUE
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A/N: kitiaria was my excellent beta. We’re finally at the stage where she has like five color codings and suggestions like…go for broke. She’s the reason I’ve noticed Jensen has freckles never mind that Jared wants to eat them. This is her favorite chapter so far.
keyweegirlieto make me a banner cause I love this story to pieces and I want it to be special.
Chapter 8
“I can’t believe that you like the White Soxs,” Jared said leaning back in bed, hands behind his head.
Jensen balanced a tray of food against his hip, walking completely naked towards the bed, “And the Cubs are so very great.”
“Bring me food and I’ll forget that you have terrible tastes in sports teams,” Jared said looking at the spread greedily.
“You do know for the last two weeks,” Jensen said between bites, “Every time I see you you’re either eating or…”
Jensen grinned, he knew exactly what Jared had been doing for the past two weeks, or atleast whom.
Jared grinned right back, “What am I ruining business?”
“Not so much,” Jensen replied, “Those white slavers are cutting into business. I am just thinking that you are going to loose that pretty little tan by staying in this room so much.”
“We haven’t been just in this room. There has been the Jade room, the Rivera room, and the Plum room, and the Mirror room,” Jared let out a shudder, that night had just been weird, seeing himself had been hot, but the large mirror on the ceiling had distracted him many times.
“Cheeky bastard,” Jensen muttered.
“So, is there a party tonight?” Jared asked.
“Isn’t there always,” Jensen replied licking jam off of Jared’s neck because Jared ate like the world’s biggest slob and always got food everywhere. This was one of those things that Jensen was slowly learning about Jared, “Minna decided that tonight we need to have a old west night. I’m wearing chaps.”
Jared stopped chewing and had a fantastic mental image.
“What am I going to wear?” Jared asked when he regained his composure.
Jensen smirked, “I’m sure you have something.”
Jared looked confused.
“You’re a Texas boy,” Jensen said feeding him fruit, “Pull out your stesson, grab a belt buckle. Surprise me.”
Jared ate the fruit as he dimpled, “You trust me to dress myself?”
Jensen bit his lip and looked at Jared, strewn out messily on the bed, pineapple juice dripping down his chin. He leaned in close, licking his way to Jared’s mouth. Jared opened his mouth and Jensen tugged at Jared’s lips, biting the bottom lip.
“I wish you never had to dress yourself,” Jensen said huskily.
Jared’s eyes glazed over ,“We have time.”
“We’ll make time,” Jensen said pulling him close, teeth nipping away as he spoke.
Jared flipped him and kissed him into the bed, pressing against him, bodies flush. Jensen let out a little whimper. He would never ever admit to this freely, barely to himself, but having Jared’s hands flipping him over, pawing at him, dominating him, was something that turned him on beyond belief. He had always hated it when clients manhandled him during sex, he had always wanted to be in control, but he was so out of control with Jared.
This situation with Jared was different from anything he had expierenced. He was so out of control that it was almost a comfort to have Jared in control. It showed him how to act, how to be because he was loosing any kind of ground in this situation. His thoughts were just ‘Jared’ and that scared him, but not having that scared him most. So he just let Jared lead because then he didn’t have to think about it, he didn’t have to figure out how to act. He could just be.
He just let Jared kiss him and touch him, because damn that boy was a fast learner in a matter of weeks he knew how to touch someone to evoke that much pleasure. Jensen may have always been the one being fucked, but he had never actually had someone fuck him.
Jared was different. Jared loved getting him off, got full joy out of listening to the noises that Jensen made. There was nothing put on about this noise, this wasn’t being a prostitute, or playing up to the client. This was wanting someone to have sex with him, to him
Hands ran down Jensen’s sides, thumbs digging into the soft flesh besides his hipbone, holding him in place as he tried to arch his back.
“I know,” Jared said hoarsely, tonguing over his shoulder, “We just did this, but can I…”
“You can do anything,” Jensen said, “Feeling you…”
“Feeling you,” Jared whispered back, hands slipping lower.
Jensen let out a whimper as Jared entered him.
“Am I hurting you?” Jared stilled and Jensen let out a heady moan as Jared’s stilled cock rubbed against his prostate with every breath.
“Dear lord in holy fucking Jesus Christ,” Jensen swore.
Jared laughed low and guttural, but didn’t move, “You don’t believe in that.”
“Fucking move,” Jensen ground out, trying to move, but Jared’s hands held him fast.
Jared moved, but ever slow, back and forth, but it was only a tiny rock of his hips.
“I’m. Going. To. Kill. You,” Jensen said hooking his feet over the backs of Jared’s knees, flipping him over, to slide down Jared’s dick. He let out a sigh of relief and moaned in relief and pleasure.
Jared lay back, holding onto Jensen’s hips watching the pure bliss on Jensen’s face, watching Jensen slowly riding him, head thrown back in pleasure. Jensen looked like pure sin, freckles glowing in the candlelight; he was wanton and lost in the moment.
Jared reached out a hand and stroked at Jensen’s cock, and Jensen shuddered in pure pleasure.
Jared just watched Jensen ride him.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Jensen said through clenched teeth.
A tremor went through Jared, and Jensen looked down through hooded eyes, “Like that? You like it when I call you baby?”
Jared tried not nod, but he gave himself away.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” Jensen said whispering in his ear, “Baby you’re so hard and you fill me up so I remember you when you aren’t here. You make me feel you for days, baby.”
And Jared catapulted his hips upwards so quickly; he was coming so hard he thought that the top of his head was going to come off. Jensen grabbed his dick, watching Jared made him loose it.
Jared panted into Jensen’s mouth, regaining his breath.
They just lay there holding on, until Jensen swatted him off.
“Go bathe,” Jensen said looking down at the wildly smiling Jared, “You smell and you have a party.”
“See you there?” Jared asked looking for his pants.
Jensen couldn’t resist. He kissed the base of Jared’s neck, when he spoke Jared could feel Jensen’s breath and his lips against his neck, “With chaps on.”
Jared shuddered.
Jensen then pushed him out of bed, “Go get ready.”
**
It had taken Jared three hours and Megan’s help to find his cowboy hat and belt buckle. She had taken almost as much delight as the Everleigh girls in dressing him.
“Are you sure that you haven’t been going to the Everleigh Club?” he asked.
“What does that mean?” Megan asked taken aback, “Afraid of me stealing your honey?”
Jared laughed, “You’re not his type. I was more thinking that you’re pretty much like the girls who work there.”
Megan scrunched up her nose, “I’m a whore now?”
“No dear sister,” Jared said, “You’re a lady of the night.”
She punched him.
“Ow you little shrew,” Jared replied fixing his collar, “Nah the girls are just all about dressing me up in costumes and having a good time about it.”
Megan thought for a moment, “They sound like normal girls.”
“They’re probably the most fun girls in the world. They just don’t sit back and take life, they’re so alive and vibrant and real,” Jared said.
She just watched him.
“Megan,” Chad said from the doorway, “Give me a minute with your brother.”
Megan looked at him, “Why should I, lizard breath?”
He held up a hand, “Not now Megan.”
His voice was so serious that she was taken aback, and followed his directions.
Chad walked into the room and closed the door. Jared didn’t know what Chad was doing here or why he was being weirder than usual.
“You’ve got to stop this,” Chad told him.
Jared glared at him, “You are the one that said it was okay to do all of this. You said doing a dude was fine.”
“You look like a rutted antelope, you’re gone all the time,” Chad told him, “Your mother is cornering me asking about your ‘nocturnal activities’ like it’s my fault. How much money have you spent? How much have you thrown at his ass?”
Jared looked confused, “None.”
Chad’s jaw dropped. This was so much worse. He thought that this was a transaction, he thought that this was fucking. Somewhere glass faced Padalecki, who only seemed to be able to lie at cards had become something he couldn’t read.
“Shit,” Chad swore, “You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him on my watch.”
“Your watch?” Jared asked incredulously, “You make it sound as if I’m some kind of child.”
Chad let out a bark of laughter, “You’re not a child, you’re my best friend and I am supposed to take care of you. All the sudden you’re falling for hookers. I’m the bad one, I’m the one they blame everything on. You’re not supposed to be like this”
Jared pushed past him, he was not going to listen to his friend deride him for something that his said best friend did often. He wasn’t going to let Chad morally berate him for the one place, outside of Chad and Megan that let him be himself.
“They think you’re with me,” Chad said softly.
Jared stilled. He grasped the doorframe in his hand.
“I told them that there was this card game,” Chad continued, “I inferred that it was with shady people, and said that I needed you because you were better. Your mother will never say anything because she so desperately wants my mother’s approval.”
Jared turned around.
“You’re my friend,” Chad said, he stood defiantly and continued, “You’re pretty much the only one I’ve got. You’ve protected me forever. I owe you one.”
Jared softened, “Thank you. This means…”
Chad held up a hand, “I know what it means Jared. That’s why I did it.”
Nine.