Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (27/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (27/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 3,790
Summary: AU. They're born to be wild. At least, Jared is. Jensen's learning, though, and this road-trip that they're on will teach him plenty of lessons. It's a good thing, too, because he'll need what he's learnt when they return and venture onto an altogether more serious step in their relationship. Trust is a major aspect for the both of them and Jensen's will be tested to breaking point as the boys learn how they'll cope together on the road...and off it.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Straddling the front of the bike, one long leg either side of the wheel, Jared smiled encouragingly at Jensen and told him to put the kickstand up.
"What? Why? You didn't even let me start the engine yet-"
Jared cut him off by gripping the handlebars tight and leaning into Jensen's space. "I just want you to get comfortable. To get your position on the bike right. Check and make sure your mirrors are okay. You'll get more of an idea if you don't have the kickstand in the way, I promise. Just trust me on this, the bike isn't going anywhere. I've got a hold on it."
Jensen eyed him, but did as he was told. The bike wobbled for a moment, but Jared held him steady. The bike was heavy and Jensen really didn't like the way his muscles were straining. He flipped the kickstand back down and rested his feet on the ground. Jared just nodded like he'd expected that. He knew it was going to take a little time for Jensen to even get the bike moving. He was more confident as a passenger, or behind the wheel of a car. This would take a bit of getting used to and he supposed he hadn't exactly chosen the easiest of bikes for Jensen to start with. But it was sexy, and Jensen looked like he belonged on it, and that was good enough.
They were in the driveway of Jeff's house, since Jared thought this was an easier neighborhood to learn in. Where he and Jensen lived the roads were busier and there was really nowhere they could have just put the bike to do this without being in someone's way. Having Jeff, a seasoned rider, around would help as well. Although right now he was over at the bar, overseeing. Stevie had gone out, taking Holly with her, so it was just Jared and Jensen out in the cold. After making sure Jensen could 'start the engine without hurting anyone', a comment which had earned him a smack and the promise of some kind of sex ban which he knew was just talk, Jared turned the bike's engine off again and went through the basics with him. He showed him the clutch, tried to explain shifting and promised him that it got easier when Jensen grew frustrated at remembering which way his foot was supposed to go to get the right gear. He kept going too hard on the clutch, too, and Jared told him to imagine that pulling the clutch was like stroking his dick. To take it easy and go slow.
Jensen loosened his death grip on the handlebars and looked up at Jared through half-lidded eyes. "Can we go do that for a while?"
"Is sex all you think about?" Jared asked, laughing at the look Jensen gave him. "Another half hour, okay? Then we'll lock the bike away and head home."
"Aren't you supposed to be at the bar today?"
Jared shrugged. "I asked for the day off. And Mickey said I'd earned it."
"He's right."
It was another hour before Jensen finally quit with the lesson. He felt tired from concentrating on what Jared was telling him, on trying to take it in, and his arms ached because of how tightly he'd been gripping the bike. Afraid to loosen up and have it all go wrong. They were rolling the bike into the garage when Stevie got home and they both went straight out to the car to help her with her shopping. Jensen took the heavy bags, leaving her just a couple of light ones to carry into the house, and Jared took Holly's car-seat. He set her down on the kitchen table and unbuckled her, lifting her up and kissing her forehead as he held her.
Stevie smiled when she saw them. "You want to stay a little while and keep an eye on her while I fix up some lunch?"
"We can. But then I think Jensen wanted to get home. Studying, that kind of thing."
She smiled like she knew exactly what Jared meant by that, and nodded her head at Jensen. "No problem. Schoolwork's important, I know. When are you next up at the hospital?"
Jensen didn't see Jared's face darken, but he felt a slight twitch when she mentioned it. Being at the hospital meant working with Dr Lang, and Jensen still wasn't one hundred percent sure that he could face that any more. But Pediatrics seemed to fit him and Jared had said it was okay. "Not until Friday. I have a bunch of tests coming up this week so they're taking it easy on me with the more practical stuff."
"Oh, gotcha. Don't worry, I won't keep you long. Then you can get to your studying, pass all those tests with flying colors."
Jared nudged Jensen in the side, just before kissing the back of his head. "He will."
Stevie kept to her word. She and Jensen put all the groceries away and then she fixed them both a sandwich and took out a couple of sodas from the fridge. Setting the meals down on the kitchen table she sat and took Holly from her big brother so that both boys could eat.
"So what are you both doing tomorrow?" She looked between them. "You have anything planned?"
"No," Jensen said, at the same time as Jared said, "Yes." He frowned, looked over at the other man. "We do?"
"Yeah, we do. But it's kind of a surprise."
"Oh. Well, does it involve any illegal activity, public nudity or bungee rope?"
Jared chuckled. "Illegal, no. Nudity, possibly. Bungee rope... You have a wild imagination, Mr Ackles. And you conjur up some slightly disturbing mental images."
"Well that wasn't a no, so-"
"No bungee rope, I promise."
When they got back, Jared was asked by the owner of the garage downstairs if he wouldn't mind doing a couple of hours just to help them out with something. He promised he'd make it worth his while. He looked apologetically at Jensen who just smiled and told him it was fine. It meant he could get more studying done. It meant that Jared would make the sex worth the wait, although he didn't say that part out loud. It was hinted at, though, in the kiss he gave Jared before he headed up to their apartment alone.
It was five hours before Jared came back up. Jensen had written half of the papers that he needed to get done and read the two chapters he'd been assigned for his least favorite class, and then he'd taken a shower and started on dinner, dressed only in torn jeans. He was halfway through eating his own meal when Jared returned, bending to kiss him as he went past.
"Yours is in the microwave," Jensen told him. "What took so long?"
"Smells great. And they had an emergency come in. Owner's daughter."
"Was she hot?"
Jared slid his plate onto the table opposite Jensen and sat down. "Yeah, Jen, she was hot. She said if I wanted to she could get one of her friends to come over and they'd both make out with me if I fixed her car."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "No she didn't."
"But she could have. Anyway, I fixed it. Then I fixed her-"
Jensen reached across and smacked his arm, laughing. "Would you stop?"
"You jealous?"
"Hardly. Dick."
Jared didn't answer, just slurped his spoonful of spaghetti up so messily that he got more sauce on his chin than in his mouth.
"You're a fucking pig. Remind me why we date?"
"We date?" Jared repeated. "Funny. I don't remember us going on a proper date in... Ever?"
"Then it's about time you took me out, Romeo."
Jared wiped at his mouth with his hand, which he then wiped on his greasy jeans. Jensen swore the man was doing it just to wind him up.
"Where d'you want to go, Juliet?"
"I thought you had plans," Jensen answered, scraping the last of his food onto his fork and lifting it to his mouth. "For tomorrow?"
"Had plans for tonight, too. I was going to take you out to dinner, but since you made awesome spaghetti then we can just skip right on to the sex and-"
"Jay. What're we doing tomorrow?
"You'll find out tomorrow," Jared told him, Jensen's frustrated glare having no effect whatsoever. "C'mon, live for the surprise for once, Jen. You'll love it, I promise." He finished up his food and then stood, took the dishes over to the sink. He dumped them in the bowl, ran some hot water over them, and left them there to soak. "Ready?"
"You need to clean up before you even think of getting into bed with me," Jensen told him. "I thought we could go out first, anyway. It's Saturday night, Jay, and we're not a couple of geriatrics. We should be out somewhere, getting a few drinks inside us. Having a good time."
"Fucking me is a good time," Jared told him, nuzzling into Jensen's neck. Jensen tilted his head to the side, his eyes falling closed at the welcome touches. He swallowed, feeling his arguments dying on his lips. But then Jared pulled back and he snapped his head back up and tutted.
"Okay, stop trying to distract me. I've been studying all afternoon and I'm bored and we need to get out and get some human interaction. Please? We can have all the sex you want when we get home."
"Is that why you're all dressed up? 'Cause you want to go out?"
Jensen shook his head. "Go and take a shower," he said, talking slowly. "I'm going to get dressed."
When Jared came into the bedroom, hair and muscles dripping all over, Jensen was already tugging on his heavy biker boots. He'd kept the torn jeans on and had found a black cotton shirt with an eagle printed around the lower half of it that he thought probably belonged to Jared. It was loose, the sleeves were too long and he'd rolled them up to his elbows. He had a leather cuff, again, borrowed from his boyfriend, on his left wrist. Jared watched him as he went for the closet and opened it up.
"You're absolutely sure we can't just get right to the sex?"
"Just get dressed."
"If this is still about proving you're sorry for something then I wish you'd quit worrying about it. I know you're not going to do anything with Dr Lame and if he tries it on with you again and I find out about it? Then he's going to wish he hadn't bothered."
"Dr Lame? Really? So, what, you're five again?"
Jared untied the knot in his towel and let it drop to the floor, giving Jensen plenty to look at. "Do I look five?"
Jensen said nothing.
"You look really good in my clothes," Jared said, reaching into the closet and letting the metal hangers screech across the rail as he searched for something to wear.
"Thanks. Do you think eyeliner would be taking it too far?"
"Well, yes, if you were wearing a black dress and high heels." Jared turned to him, frowning. "Eyeliner? Are you serious?"
Jensen shrugged. "If Johnny Depp can make it look hot..."
"Whatever. If you want to wear eyeliner then I'm not gonna stop you." He went back to the clothes, muttering that he didn't know where or when Jensen got eyeliner anyway and wondering aloud just where they were going that that would be okay. Jensen just left him to it and went into the bathroom, wiping the still fogged-up mirror with his hand before setting to work.
"Wow..." Jared turned his head as far as he could, eyes wide. "Kind of wish I'd put eyeliner on too, I'm feeling like a sore thumb here."
Jensen had directed him to the Student Club at his college, and they were sat around a table on the edge of the dancefloor with Adam and Katie on one side, and Lynn and Chris on the other. Chris's leg had been out of its cast for just under a week and he was enjoying the freedom that he now had. He'd moved back in with Steve and had told Jensen that Lynn spent more time there than in her own dorm room these days. Which was fine, since Steve seemed to spend more time with his girlfriend than anywhere else. They both still found it amusing that he'd finally settled down. Jensen had thought he never would.
The live music wasn't too bad, at least. It sounded like a weird cross between dance and goth and it was the sort of music that you could dance to easily. Which was exactly what Jensen had in mind when he grabbed Jared's wrist and dragged him away from his seat. They got in amidst the mass of bodies already on the floor and Jensen was pleased to notice that Chris and Adam both pulled their own dates after him and Jared, making the squeeze even tighter. Jared didn't mind it at all. He gripped one of Jensen's hips and yanked him as close as he could get him, dipping his head to kiss him.
Jensen closed his eyes at the tongue in his mouth, the hand at the back of his head. The air in the club was hot and he was already sweating plenty. Jared's proximity didn't help, but he wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"How long do you give it until we have to lose the shirts?" Jared murmured against his ear. He didn't get a chance to answer. Jared's lips moved down, dragging across his ear and down to his throat, and any coherent thought went out of the window. They'd stopped moving, just stood there in the middle of a crowd of dancing students and made out with one another like they were completely alone. It was only when Jared shoved his hand down the back of Jensen's pants that he recalled just where they were and shook himself free.
"Huh-uh, wandering hands," he told him. "Wait 'til we get home, can you?"
"Hmm, can I?"
"Yes, you can."
"You're a real cock-tease sometimes, Jen. For the record?" He leaned in close to speak right into Jensen's ear again. "You're hotter than Johnny." He let him go at that and said that he was heading to the bar for a drink.
As soon as he was gone, Jensen unbuttoned his shirt and quickly took it off, hanging it over his belt at the back. Jared would be the death of him soon enough, he thought, as he relished the feel of slightly cooler air on his clammy skin. There were a few other guys around who'd lost their shirts too, so he didn't feel too out of place. There was a hand on his shoulder the next moment and then Chris was dancing around him until they were face to face.
"Hey!"
"Hi," he replied, smiling at his friend's enthusiasm. Chris had been so bored of not being able to do anything with his leg that when Jensen had suggested they come out tonight he'd been as excited as a new puppy.
"Lynn said I should get a dance with you. She went to get in the queue for the bathroom." He wrapped his arms around Jensen's neck and grinned. The smile slipped when Jensen ducked out of his hold, looking flustered. "Okay... What's up with you?"
"Sorry, I just. I don't think we should. I mean, she's your girlfriend and-"
"We talked, remember? I said I'd tell her everything and I did. She's okay with it."
"But Jared-"
"Oh, you're telling me Jared's got a problem with it now? Jen, it's not like I'm going to molest you right here in front of everybody. I just want to dance."
"I know, but... Look, something happened and I just. I don't want to make Jared think that I don't love him."
"Why would he think that?"
Jensen sighed. "Because I kind of made out with another guy. There's this doctor, up at the hospital. He's the one who's training me and things happened, we ended up in his office and he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I mean, not for long. I stopped him, and he apologised, and I went straight home and told Jared. But still, I kissed him back. Probably a lot longer than I should have, really."
"So you don't want to touch me because you're worried that's cheating on Jared?"
Jensen chewed at his lip. "When you put it like that it sounds ridiculous."
"It is ridiculous, Jen. He knows you love him. You know you love him. You don't need anyone else."
"Yeah, I know that. I'm just not sure that Dr. Lang does."
"Then you'd better make sure he gets the post-it, because if he tries anything again then you just know Jay's gonna throw his ass down. And maybe I'd like a crack too."
Jensen chuckled at that, lifting a hand to Chris's chest. "You defending my virtue, Kane? That I'd like to see."
"What virtue?" Jensen shuddered as Jared spoke the words against his neck, tongue coming out to tease at the skin behind his ear. "C'mon. They won't sell me beer. For some reason, you guys all being under 21 makes them think that I am too, so whatever. I'm flattered, really, but we need to go."
They'd been out for only a few hours. It was just past eleven when Jared shut and locked the apartment door behind them, and Jensen tugged his jacket open, his helmet off. His shirt was still off and he was about to take the jacket all the way off when Jared told him to leave it.
"You have the strangest turn-ons," Jensen told him, his head moving instinctively to one side when Jared sucked down on the skin over his jugular. Jared left a mark, lifted his head.
"I want to fuck you when you look like that. Just unfasten your jeans, and that's all, and then just fuck you right here."
Jensen groaned. "Do it..."
Jared shoved his hand down the front of Jensen's jeans, squeezed his dick without warning. "Oh, I'm doin' it," he muttered. "Don't move."
Jensen didn't think he could move even if he wanted to, but he didn't say that. He just leaned back against the wall and waited while Jared went to the bedroom and fetched condoms and lube, and then when Jared came back he stepped away from the support and unbuckled his jeans. Jared pulled him over to the couch and bent him over the back of it, tapping his ankles with one foot so that he spread his legs apart. Jensen reached his hands over the back of the couch, clutched at the cushions while Jared yanked his jeans down his legs and then came back up, hands sliding over his calves and thighs. Jared stayed on his knees, spread Jensen's ass and slid his tongue between the cheeks. Jensen yelled loudly, his body going rigid and then limp as he tried to stay upright.
It looked like Jared wasn't going to waste any time, either. His tongue was swiftly followed by one wet finger, circling and pushing, going in easy. He used plenty of lube, enough that Jensen knew he would have to go buy more come Monday, and stretched Jensen until he felt wrung out, like he couldn't wait any longer.
He heard Jared's zipper go, heard the heavy shuffle of his boots as he stood and got himself into position and the crinkle of the condom wrapper. Then he was clawing at the cushions, swearing, as Jared pushed into him without pause. He filled him, and steadied himself, flush with Jensen's body. And then he laughed and Jensen looked around at him, questioningly.
"What the fuck's funny?" He asked, his voice coming out harsh and strained.
"Nothing, just... Fuck. Can't imagine doing this to you a year ago..."
Jensen felt himself blush, felt his body go warm at the thought of it. "My dad would've killed you," he said, turning away from Jared again and letting his head hang down between his shoulders.
"Let's never mention your dad during our special time again," Jared told him, sounding overly serious. It made Jensen laugh too and then they were both giggling like idiots, even as Jared started moving in a slow rhythm and Jensen started rutting against the couch. On the next stroke Jared went deep, just right, and Jensen's laugh cut off halfway, turned into another loud moan. He screwed his eyes shut, reached one hand down to wrap around his own dick. He started muttering a string of encouragement, of pleasure, and Jared held him and fucked him as hard as he could take it.
"I guess it's Sunday," Jared said, kissing Jensen's shoulder. They were in bed now, the apartment was quiet, the sound of the traffic outside muted by the covers pulled over their heads.
"Go to sleep," Jensen moaned in response.
"You think Chris is still up?"
Jensen rolled over onto his back, just tired and wanting Jared to be quiet. "Probably," he sighed. "He probably hasn't left the club yet."
"Can I borrow your phone?"
Jensen shook his head, but reached over the side of the bed to where he'd discarded his jeans after they'd come in here for a second round. That had been slower, sweeter. He fumbled in the pocket for his phone and then tossed it towards Jared. It landed on his boyfriend's chest with a thump. "Now would you just be quiet?"
"In a sec. Just gotta make a call."
Jensen rolled his eyes as he listened to the quiet beeps of Jared scrolling through his address book. "Who's 'Sparky'?"
"Jared..."
"Okay, okay. One minute, I swear, then I'll shut up."
Jensen could hear the phone ringing through, could hear the noise of the club when Chris picked up. Jared told him who it was and there was a long pause and more music, then quiet, and then Jared said, "Chris? You busy tomorrow? No, good. Come on over to Jeff's place for about ten, okay? Don't worry if you don't make it, but if you do then you're gonna have one hell of a day. See ya then, buddy."
There was a click as Jared closed the phone and then a quiet thud as he put it down on his nightstand.
"Jay?"
"Ssh, we're sleeping now."
"You're so fuckin' hilarious. Where are we going tomorrow?"
--TBC--
P.S. Sorry for not replying to any of my comments last week - just want you to know I appreciated every last one! I got distracted a bunch by work and other projects, and just kept forgetting to get round to coming back and saying thank you to you all. You know we love you guys, right? ~hugs~