Second City Sin, 15/16 [NC-17] Jared/Jensen, 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: Brothels, Male Sexin', Painful moments, happy moments, mentions of underage prostitution, somebody non important dying
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'm playing with real people in fake situations. Jensen and Jared are real people and did not do any of this, unless they have a time machine. Minna and Ada were also real people, I mean no offense and I don't own them. I definitely do not own the Everleigh house because it’s illegal to own brothels.
PROLOGUE One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
A/N: kitiaria was my excellent beta, and the only reason that I have this chapter. Damn computer failure. Yay e-mail.
keyweegirlieto make me a banner cause I love this story to pieces and I want it to be special.
CHAPTER 14
Jared stood still and breathed in. He didn’t know what lay on the other side of the door, but he was pretty sure that he probably wasn’t the most popular person in the house right now.
He took a deep breath trying to calm himself; he had been running on adrenaline for so long and now this moment had arrived, he was just suddenly so tired. The deep-seated fear that he hadn’t felt while standing in front of Sandy or his father permeated ever part of him.
He had seen that the look on Sandy’s face as he confirmed that he would never marry her had been broken; the look on his father’s face when Jared announced his resignation from everything Padalecki had been cold and harsh.
Jared reached for the gleaming gold door handle and he hesitated for the first time today.
He was scared of the look he would find on Jensen’s face.
Jared drew in another breath, sucked in all the air that his lungs could handle and then held it there for a second.
He just didn’t want Jensen’s face to reflect disappointment.
It was then that Jared almost had to laugh. Of all things that had happened today, the one thing that was making him hesitate, the one thing that was weighing on his heart wasn’t his father who he had followed to the point of blindness all of those years or the woman that he had spent most of his life with, the one he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.
The one thing that actually made its way to his mind was Jensen. From the outside world Jensen was nothing more than a whore, but from Jared’s eyes Jensen was the only person who had never asked anything of him, except that he simply be himself.
And that was the most important thing.
Jared opened the door.
Tonight was little different from the first time that he had entered the house; the lamps were warmly lit, the music was playing softly, and the house was clean and crisp. It was like any other night, Minna and Ada would ask nothing less than hospitality at their house. They demanded it.
There was only one difference tonight.
There was no laughter; there was no din of chatter coming from the front parlor. There was a little delicious smell of food wafting through the Club. The house was still continuing on the pretense of what it was, but everyone was waiting for the final edict to come down. They were all waiting for the final blow to the Everleigh club.
When he rose his head Minna was there, standing in her entry way, posed and well dressed as always. She wore her favorite butterfly broach, light glinting off her diamonds and giving depth to her silk robes.
Minna as always kissed his cheek, “Hello my boy, how are you today?”
It was all the same, all so very similar to any other greeting on any other night.
He stood tall because he was waiting for the blow, for every inch a lady that she looked now; deep down she had fought for every carat that adorned her ears. She wasn’t below giving a hearty punch. Jared had seen it more than one time.
“Hello Ms. Everleigh,” he said with all of the manners he had been taught. The last time he had seen Minna he had been a drunken sot. He found it hard to receive her welcoming smile.
“Why the formality?” she said coming and taking his arm, “Come now Jared.”
Jared shuffled and stopped before the parlor door, unable to enter the room without first appeasing the gatekeeper.
Jared looked directly at her, “I’m sorry.”
Minna smiled sweetly, she had always liked him. He was direct and honest and part of her that lay beneath the cynicism wanted a sweet end to the story that had unfolded under her roof. Her sister entered the room, and it was Ada who came up and fixed him with her no nonsense stare, “Whatever for?”
Jared looked at the two of them, “You’re closing tonight it’s my fault.”
Ada looked across at Jared and Minna looked up at him, both worse identical expressions of confusion.
“My fiancée is the one who asked that your house be targeted,” Jared said, stating the facts that he was sure that they were aware of, they were never short on gossip, “I walked against the house. I’ve raised money against the house. I’ve helped to bring you down.”
Jared felt deflated.
They looked at him for a moment, empty and blank. Then Ada snorted and Minna began to laugh.
“Dear sweet innocent boy,” Ada said with the closest thing to a smile Jared had ever seen on her face, “This is the nature of our business; this life isn’t the kind of thing that can be maintained indefinitely.”
Minna tugged on his arms and pulled him near to whispered in his ear, “We’re legends. We will never grow old. Our girls in the house will be free to move on; they’ll have no reason to stay here any more. We’ve gotten what we’ve wanted out of this house, but none of us will leave without reason. You’ve saved us Jared Padalecki of the Texas Padlecki’s.”
Her breath was warm against his ear.
Jared shuddered at his title.
“It’s only Jared now,” Jared said in a hushed tone, “I’m not of the Texas Padalecki’s anymore.”
Ada still wore the mask, but Minna looked mildly surprised.
He looked up at them, his hazel eyes completely devoid of pride, simply shining, asking for honesty and understanding.
They exchanged a look that was a little bewildered, but also full of a little hope.
“Well then,” Minna said, “Maybe you’ve saved you too.”
“You’ve definitely grown up,” Ada commented.
Jared looked into the sliver of the room he could see with his angle. He looked into the parlor and bit his lip.
There was a question on his face, as apparent as daylight.
He looked towards Minna and Ada, a question ready on is lips.
Ada held up her hand to Minna, “Sometimes you have to walk on your own. Nobody can take you where you are supposed to go.”
Jared looked at her, a bit baffled.
He didn’t completely understand what she was talking about. Soon enough he would.
For now he could understand enough that this was his doorway to walk through on his own, nobody was going to do it for him.
**
Jared expected to enter the room and have the music stop and have everyone look at him, judging him.
He walked into the familiar parlor, full of the most familiar faces, people that he considered friends.
Sophia was the first who flew out of the lap of one of her favorite of Chicago son’s and ran across the room to Jared. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes.
“You came,” Sophia said reverently, hugging him close, “Thank you.”
Jared pulled back, “Why?”
Sophia gave him a blinding smile, “Because I’m leaving, the madam’s got me an apprenticeship with a clothing designer in Paris!”
“That is great, Soph,” Jared said genuinely.
She squealed, “Isn’t it just!”
Katie and Lauren came up behind Sophia.
They kissed Jared on the cheek and turned to Sophia.
Lauren took Sophia by the arm, “C’mon Soph, it’s the last night; lets do this like it’s the last time.”
Katie put her hands on her hips, “Soph, quit taking his attention, he didn’t come for us.”
Sophia smiled coyly, “I’m glad that you came Jared. I’m glad that you were a part of this. It’s only been a few months, but I’m glad to know you.”
Jared felt his nose itch and a tightness behind his eyes. This made him feel as if it were all ending, then the reality set in that this was the end.
He felt nothing but the complete and total urge to find Jensen. Jared didn’t know what he would find when he was standing before Jensen, but he knew he had to be there, had to see.
The girls left and Jared didn’t notice; he was scanning the room for Jensen. Jared’s eyes passed over him the first time. When his eyes found the man wearing brown and blue, a casual outfit in the midst of vibrancy and black, he was a bit startled.
Jensen was a man who held the room, who held everyone’s attention. He was poised and always impeccable.
Until now.
Mike and Tom sat on either side, wearing their finest black suits to commemorate the occasion. Both watched him with hawk like eyes.
The man between them had his head bowed in simplicity. He stood out, but only for the reason that he was so out of place in this crowd.
Jared walked towards him, only seeing Jensen in his tunnel vision.
Jared stood before him, but Jensen didn’t look up, not even when Mike and Tom left his side abruptly.
So Jared went down on his knees before Jensen and finally Jared had those amazing multifaceted green eyes on him, on only him.
Jared didn’t see any hate or any hesitation.
They sat, eyes locked, words just weren’t going to cut it at that moment.
Jensen moved forward first and cupped Jared’s face in his hands. When their lips touched it was electric. It was barely a brush of Jensen’s over bitten lips and Jared’s slightly chapped ones together in the middle of a room full of people but all they noticed was the electricity that flowed through them like they were open circuits.
Jensen’s hands curled to the back of Jared’s skull, demanding more than he ever had from Jared, pulling him closer.
Needing him.
Jared let himself fall into Jensen, needing Jensen just as much.
Jensen pulled back far too quickly for Jared’s liking, but long enough to them to have made a spectacle.
“Lets go to your room,” Jensen said against Jared’s lips.
Jared nodded. In a way that seemed to defy reality they made their way to the Paris room, never were they not touching, one always had his lips on the other’s skin.
They burst through the Paris room and Jared took a step back to look at Jensen. The first time he had seen him, Jensen had been a god. Now Jensen was just a man, complicated and confused and human.
Jared had never found him more beautiful.
Jensen looked at him and smiled slightly because this Jared was who he always knew was underneath the little boy.
Jared’s mouth opened and his chin wavered a little.
He saw the eyes before him soften in encouragement.
He couldn’t do this without touch. His hands went to the buttons on Jensen’s shirt, the soft worn blue cloth fell away and Jared was offered skin, pale freckled skin that shown in the dying firelight.
Jared licked at the smattering of freckles at Jensen’s collarbone, biting on the knob there.
Jensen’s hands went to Jared’s hips, pulling him close, their bodies hard, nestled against each other. They didn’t rush, they didn’t hurry, they knew that they would have enough time. The world wasn’t such an unfair place that they wouldn’t have the time to have this.
“I love you,” Jared said awkwardly as he licked up Jensen’s neck.
Jensen closed his eyes and arched his neck, giving access.
Jared’s mouth rose and his hands skimmed the muscles of Jensen’s back; those muscles flexing under the brush of a touch.
“I love you,” Jared said with complete certainty as he nipped at Jensen’s ears.
Jensen wouldn’t open his eyes because he knew they were far too liquid.
There was a lump in his throat that prevented any kind of sound from escaping.
Jared pressed their lips together again, preventing Jensen from needing to give any kind of response. Jared simply kissed his mouth, licking into taste as their tongues rubbed together, igniting the spark through both of them.
It was enough that Jensen was tearing away clumsily at Jared’s clothes, consumed by the need to feel Jared’s skin against him. He needed to make an imprint of Jared that he could always feel beneath his skin.
For such a master of removing clothing Jensen was clumsy with need. Jared tried to help out and they ended up half out of the clothes, half in, sprawled messily on the huge bed.
They were too busy kissing to notice much more beyond the sensation of lips and the absolute need to make it more.
To make it everything.
Jensen had one arm still stuck in the sleeve of his shirt which was trapped underneath his body, and Jared was pushing him into the mattress, trying to take up his space. So the errant shirt had little chance of escaping and neither did Jensen. Jared was attempting to push down his pants using just his feet, and the ensuing thrusting was making their bodies rub together in obsceness. They both were panting and trying to touch as much as possible. But for Jensen he was limited to one and a half hands over a very large square footage of Jared Padalecki.
They were moaning and arching and attempting to find purchase on each other, their hard cocks sliding against the soft skin of hips and the ridge of hipbones. It was all about getting more, tasting as much of the other’s mouth as possible.
The moans in the room were absolute decadent and heady. They were getting off, getting high off just the noises and the rumbles coming from the other’s throats.
With an effort that was almost in human Jared pulled off of Jensen, and in a matter of seconds they wordlessly shucked off their clothing and then found themselves engulfed into each other again.
“Need you,” Jared rasped sucking on Jensen’s nipples. Then his tongue lapped out and circled the nub and Jared leaned in, biting down with his white straight teeth.
Jensen moaned low in his throat, squirming under Jared.
Jared pulled back and looked him in the eyes, “Will you? I need you.”
Jensen attempted to open his eyes and focus, but he was so warm and still wanting Jared so very much that his body hurt and ached. He wanted to come with Jared’s dick in his ass, he wanted to feel Jared, but he was unable to say no at this point. Jared just looked so sweet and innocent and, god, Jensen was hoping that the emotion in Jared’s eyes was really something akin to love because he just wanted for once in his life to have this mean something.
Jensen nodded and Jared gave him such a sweet smile that Jensen was more than sure that he was undone.
“Really?” Jared asked in awe, as if Jensen was giving him the greatest gift.
To Jared's mind it was the greatest gift
Jensen pushed him a little bit to his back and managed to unschlack himself from Jared’s body. They were covered with sweat and they hadn’t even gotten to the more yet. He sat back on his haunches and looked at Jared who was wantonly sprawled on his back, legs flung open, body on display, offering himself to Jensen.
Jensen’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at what he was being given. Nothing more than everything.
Jared looked at him hungry and needing.
“Jen,” Jared almost whined in frustration for something he only knew so little about.
The innocence on his face made Jensen ever more clumsy because it was more than endearing, it burrowed itself into his heart.
Somehow Jensen found the oils and dribbled it onto Jared’s flushed skin, who writhed at the feeling, his words turning intelligible, begging and wanton. Jensen sprawled out next to Jared as his hand slid down Jared’s hip, trailing oil over his cock, massaging it into his balls and then slipping lower.
“Let me take care of you,” Jensen said, “Jare, let me make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
Jared whimpered and opened his legs further in answer.
Jensen slid lower and Jared shuddered in anticipation.
Jensen’s fingers rimmed the tight muscle nestled between the cheeks of his ass, watching Jared's eye’s open. The hazel depths were pleading and Jensen slid his finger slowly in, giving Jared time to adjust. He had only had Jensen inside him one time and besides a few fingers when Jensen was frisky Jared was almost virginal.
Jensen talked him through it, slowly whispering words that would make steel melt, easing his fingers in.
“Jesus,” Jensen whispered, “You’re so hot and tight. I want to feel you; I want to be in you so badly.”
Which was odd for Jensen, he wasn’t used to ‘wanting’ this much or this badly. He typically didn’t like to be the one fucking, he loved to have a dick pumping away in him, and it didn’t do much for him when he was the one fucking someone else. It was just his preference.
But his fingers were buried in Jared and he had such a visceral need to be inside Jared that his head hurt with the pure want that he could see in Jared’s eyes. Jared was so tight around his fingers.
“I want to fuck you,” Jensen whispered hoarsely, low and husky.
Jared nearly swallowed his tounge and Jensen could feel his muscles clamp around his fingers.
“Can I be inside of you?” Jensen asked and Jared’s hands fisted the sheets in answer.
“You,” he croaked, “Please you.”
Jensen didn’t hesitate. He prepared himself, positioning himself above Jared, admiring again the long tanned body that was his for the taking.
And Jensen nearly came right there.
He held it together for long enough to calm his throbbing body.
He leaned down and buried his head in Jared’s neck and Jared held him close. There was a familiarity about it, a longing, a clinging.
Jared felt Jensen blanketed over him, his cock posed at his entrance, and flung his long arms everywhere trying to push Jensen into him.
“Now?” Jared asked and begged and hoped that something about this made some sort of sense.
Jensen laughed huskily at the desperate noise, Jared was just that delicious.
Jared wanted Jensen so much that he felt like he was dying and more alive than he had ever been.
Jensen pushed against him and Jared tried to relax. There was a burn, more than he remembered last time because he was remarkably sober now. Jensen wasn’t a small man by anyone’s stretch of the imagination, even if Jared was a giant. So he closed his eyes, threw his head back and tried not to flinch. He just wanted this so very much.
Jared moaned as Jensen’s cock seemed to tear him apart, but it felt so very good. The burn went straight to his cock and he knew that he was aching and leaking. When Jensen was all the way inside of Jared, he shuddered and held himself there, as much for Jared as for himself.
Both of them wanted to start pumping and get lost in the feeling of being so intimate, both of them also wanted to never move and feel like this forever, together and joined and full.
It was a strange new sensation for both of them, it also was comfortable.
“Home,” Jensen whispered.
And Jared bucked, unable to keep from moving; unable not to get himself off on Jensen’s dick because the whispered words were more powerful than admitting to feelings.
Jensen whimpered, loving the sensation.
It was cataclysmic as they slid against each other, both feeling the other one reacting to the sensations as well as reacting themselves. They were in this together; they were in this for each other.
When Jensen reached his gigantic hand and wrapped it around Jared’s dick, the younger man let out a shout of pleasure, of need.
Jensen was almost crying at the feeling of holding Jared quite literally in the palm of his hand.
“Be with me,” Jared begged.
“Wherever,” Jensen agreed.
Jared tugged him and Jensen thrust in steady and true.
“Jensen, Jensen, Jensen,” Jared said over and over, unable even think another word.
And it was enough to push Jensen over the edge, made him need to ram away, to push Jared into the most powerful orgasm in life. Jared came in hot spurts that never seemed to want to end.
Feeling Jared clench and shudder his way thought the brink brought Jensen to an orgasm that he never wanted to end, that was so painful and full of pleasure he thought that he was going to die, that was enough to make him loose any kind of ability to control his limbs.
He fell across Jared in a pile of limbs and skin, muscles relaxed to the point of incapacity.
Jared just held him there.
Jensen relaxed against his heart.
They just lay there, not using words because the words were hard to say. Words would lead to sentences which would lead to discussions and they both didn’t know how to go.
Jensen was ready to say goodbye, was listening to his heart breaking, so he sat for a moment longer listening to Jared’s heart, because that was more important at the moment. He just wanted to listen to the strong pounding if it was the last time he would hear it.
It made him smile in spite of everything.
He steadied himself, ready to do this, to let Jared go. Jensen knew deep down that he couldn’t do this. He wasn’t prepared to be a boy toy again. He was far too old for this. He had to grow up, he didn’t know what that would look like, but he knew that he had to.
“I chose a side.”
Jared said it, his chest falling in more of a regular pattern.
Jensen looked at him, his heart breaking, “You know that you didn’t have to do this. This is the last night we have at the Everleigh Club. This is the last time, you don’t have to choose, life is set for you.”
Jared shook his head, just as lost. He realized that Jensen didn’t know that he knew the current situation of the club. He knew that this was the last night and he had decided anyway that he was going to change for no other reason than he wanted to, “No I had to choose a side. I know that tonight is the last night. I’m late in making the right decision, but I made it, I told Sandy.”
“You can go back,” Jensen insisted, “Just take it back you can go back to your old life.”
“No.”
It was completely final, “I don’t want my old life, I can’t go back. I don’t have a fiancée any more, I don’t have a family, I don’t have my inheritance. The only thing I have is my sister and Chad and quite possibly some untapped talent that I want to explore.”
“Jared,” Jensen said sadly.
“It’s okay,” Jared said with a confidence neither one of them felt, “I just can’t go back to that. I can’t go back to that life. It’s like that myth where they opened the box and there is no way to get all the spirits back inside it.”
“Pandora,” Jensen said, realizing that he had been the one to open Jared’s Pandora’s box. His heart sunk because he felt that he had ruined something so beautiful and pure. Then Jared smiled and he couldn’t feel that taint anymore. Jared’s smile was everything that he wasn’t used to.
“I don’t want that life anymore,” Jared confided, “I wasn’t happy being someone else. I just want to be me.”
Jensen just looked at him with sad eyes.
“I love you and I don’t want to deny that.”
Jensen looked into his eyes and the fear faded away.
Instead it was replaced by mind numbing confusion.
Jensen traced a line across Jared’s jaw with his index finger, “You’re far better than anything I have to offer.”
“Tough,” Jared said, a little hopeful, “You’re stuck with me.”
They just lay there looking at each other. They were way too inexperienced to figure out how this could even remotely work. They were barely aware of how they themselves worked, never mind the complications of their lives.
Neither one of them had a solution or a way to make this work.
“When did this all become so complicated,” Jared asked, trying to sort out when his simple affair had turned into a whirlwind then to a hurricane that had destroyed the façade that had been his life.
Jensen said rubbing the back of his neck, “Nothing simple can ever be maintained.”
“We aren’t simple,” Jared pointed out, “Maybe…”
Jensen was a little hopeful and then he shook his head, practicality breaking into his dream world. He didn’t even know that he was capable of dreaming.
“I won’t be a kept boy,” Jensen said softly, “Especially for you.”
“Good, I have nothing to keep you with,” Jared said sheepishly, “The money is gone, I don’t even know how I’m going to live.”
Jensen’s eyes grew watery, “Then how…”
And Jared remembered Ada’s words when he entered the house. There were times in life that you had to be carried, but there were many more times that you had to crawl into on your own. Jared knew that he was still half formed, that he still needed to test out his unsteady colt legs and make sure that he was able to run at a full gallop.
He knew that much about himself as well as he did Jensen. He couldn’t carry Jensen into the next phase of his life.
Jensen would have to walk there.
That is when the gentle knock came at the door.
“Jense,” Sophia’s husky voice said, “They’re here. They’ve brought a warrant; all the clients have to clear out. There are like twenty cops. They’re being good, but Jared has to leave now.”
Jensen and Jared looked at each other, faces panicked, desperation mirrored in both of their eyes.
Jared took a deep breath because if he didn’t try to hold on at just this moment Jensen would slip through his fingers again.
Jensen reached out and laced his hand in Jared’s.
“Give me a way, a reason,” Jensen stated so low, “Just give me something.”
“You have to find your way,” Jared said his heart breaking, “You just have to do it on your own. You have to do it without my help and you have to find your own way.”
Jared was quiet for a moment.
“When you do,” Jared continued, “I’ll be waiting for you in Paris.”
“It won’t be right away,” Jensen told him, hoping.
Jared shrugged, “I’ll still be there, I’ll be there until you come find me.”
“Boys,” it was Ada now, “You’re going to be arrested if you don’t come out here right now.”
With a release of their hands that was almost painful, they pulled away from each other and slowly dressed. They both watched each other as much as possible.
When they left the room, Jared held onto Jensen as they walked through the house. The girls all stood weeping, afraid of where they were going, so very sad to loose the one place that they thought of as home.
All the girls came up one by one and kissed Jared as he held onto Jensen.
The policemen stood at the doorway, looking very apologetic.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” the cop said to the Madams for the hundredth time.
Minna wasn’t even listening; she was watching Jared and Jensen.
Jensen walked to the door. He kissed Jared long and hard until the cop coughed to interrupt them.
The two men continued on until Ada came up to them.
“Boys,” she said with more softness than she knew that she possessed.
Jared and Jensen broke apart.
“Paris,” Jared whispered and walked backwards out the door, never loosing sight of Jensen as he walked down the road.
Jensen stood on the porch and watched him.
Minna and Ada linked arms.
This was their house, their legacy for generations, the most noble, the most outrageous, the most decadent brothel the state had ever known. They had created a place that was classy and beautiful and they had offered something that had been declared ‘immoral’, but they had done it with dignity and grace; they had never compromised their own morals or standards.
They looked at Jensen, standing on the porch, watching Jared disappear.
They looked at each other.
Part of their legacy was what this house stood for.
They hoped that the other part of their legacy was much less of a public thing.
They just simply hoped that what had started in this house between those two was continued in an impossible way that didn’t seem to be able to exist in the real world.
They hoped that this would defy the odds.
Because in the end they didn’t want to be jaded women.
They really wanted to believe that something like this could exist.
EPILOUGE.