Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Title: Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,028
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind. Ratings will change as the story unfolds.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Both men have secrets, what will happen when the discover each other's?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
Three weeks later
“Cold as ice. Hot as hell.” Jared mumbles in his sleep. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. “Cold as ice. Hot as hell.” He repeats barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. After he repeats the words a third time, he’s up and running through the apartment and crashing through Mike’s bedroom door. “Dude!” he yells, successfully startling the older man.
“God.” Mike groans, “What?”
“I remember a riddle.” Jared tells him, staring contently as the man quickly sits up and returns his gaze.
“What?” Mike says confused, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “You’ve never remembered them before.”
“I know, but I woke up and could recall loud engines and the words ‘Cold as ice. Hot as hell.’”
An hour later, even though it’s still too early, Jared and Mike walk into a small coffee house. They’re standing in line when their attention gets drug to a couple of girls sitting around a small round table.
“What do you think about the new guy?” a blond asks her pink haired companion.
“I think he’s an oxymoron.” She informs her friend.
“What do you mean?”
“When you look at him, the first thing anyone in their right mind can think is that he’s hot as hell.” She informs her friend. “But then you try and talk to him and he’s cold as ice. Maybe he had issues with his mommy?” She finishes, causing her friend to snort out a laugh.
“Excuse me.” Jared says standing at the table. “Could you tell me who you’re talking about?”
The two girls look at him for a few minutes, wondering who the man eavesdropping is before the pink haired one answers his question. “Just a new rider at Edison Track.”
“Unlike most of the guys there,” her friend continues for her, “He’s a total badass.”
“Mike.” Jared says turning to him.
“Yeah, come on man. I’ll drive you.” Mike replies, forgetting their coffee and heading for the door.
After breaking a couple laws, and maybe three or four misdemeanors, the two friends finally make it to the track and Jared jumps from the car in hopes of finding where his crazy riddles are taking him.
“Have you seen the new guy?” Jared asks the flock of people standing beside their dirt bikes talking.
“The blond dude?” One from the group asks.
“Um… sure.”
“He’s not here. He just comes on random days and random hours.”
“Shit.” Jared mumbles. “Thanks anyways.” Walking back to the car defeated, Jared finally passes Mike, “Let’s go. He’s not here.”
Jared gazes out the window, thinking about how he can find the “blond man” without having to spend all his time out at the track. Jared turns to Mike when he sees the local library. “Mike can we stop at the library?” he asks, “They were having a couple books shipped in from some different libraries for me.”
“Sure man.” Mike answers, flipping the blinker and turning into the library’s parking lot.
“Hey Jay!” Mary, the part-time librarian, calls to him as he walks in. “Got those books in yesterday, I’ll just go in the back and try to locate them for you.”
“Thanks Mare.” He politely replies and stands at the front desk waiting.
“Do I know you?” A voice says from behind him.
Jared turns and stares at the greenest eyes he ever seen. The kind that he could probably get lost in for days. “I don’t think so.” He replies slowly, even though he has a nagging feeling deep in his gut telling him that he should know the guy.
The man just hums looking up and down Jared, “So wanna grab a beer?” he asks nonchalantly.
Jared really wants to take him up on the offer. He wants to find out why he thinks he should know him, but he has other pressing matters. “Man, I’d love to.”
“I sense a but coming.” The man interjects.
“But…” Jared repeats, feeling horrible, “I’m kinda busy at the moment. I’m looking for someone and I have some research to do.”
“Dude, it’s cool.” The man simply answers, “All you had to say was no.” And just like that, as quickly as he came, he disappears.
His phone rings as he pulls up to the apartment building where he’s staying at until this new job is finished. “Hey Chris.” He answers without looking at the display. “Haven’t found him yet.” He responds to the question echoing through the phone. “No, man, I don’t need any help. I’ll call you back when I find him.” Jensen flips the phone shut after mumbling a “later” and heads for the apartments main lobby.
After unlocking his door, he toes off his boots, and falls onto the couch. Flipping the tv on for background noise to make the apartment seem less lonely to him, he picks up his laptop and looks at the information that has been collected for him. It’s not much to go on. All he really knows is that a young male has been predicting the future for a few years now, and that there is an issue with a group from Russia. He needs to find the boy before the Russians do, and keep him safe. Now the only problem is finding one seemingly normal young male in a city with more than four hundred thousand people, not to mention tourists. Jensen realizes for the first time, that he really has his work cut out for him.
“Mike.” Jared says as he makes up the couch to sleep on. “How am I going to find this guy? It’s not really like I can just camp out at the track and hope that he shows up.”
“I don’t know Jare,” Mike answers, “Maybe you’ll dream about it tonight.”
“There is no guarantee that I’ll be able to remember it this time.”
“That’s why you’re sleeping in the living room. If you start talking it’ll wake me up and I can get the information for you. Now go to sleep Jay.” He replies to the younger man as he walks towards his bedroom to hopefully get a few hours of sleep.
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,028
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind. Ratings will change as the story unfolds.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Both men have secrets, what will happen when the discover each other's?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
Three weeks later
“Cold as ice. Hot as hell.” Jared mumbles in his sleep. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. “Cold as ice. Hot as hell.” He repeats barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. After he repeats the words a third time, he’s up and running through the apartment and crashing through Mike’s bedroom door. “Dude!” he yells, successfully startling the older man.
“God.” Mike groans, “What?”
“I remember a riddle.” Jared tells him, staring contently as the man quickly sits up and returns his gaze.
“What?” Mike says confused, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “You’ve never remembered them before.”
“I know, but I woke up and could recall loud engines and the words ‘Cold as ice. Hot as hell.’”
An hour later, even though it’s still too early, Jared and Mike walk into a small coffee house. They’re standing in line when their attention gets drug to a couple of girls sitting around a small round table.
“What do you think about the new guy?” a blond asks her pink haired companion.
“I think he’s an oxymoron.” She informs her friend.
“What do you mean?”
“When you look at him, the first thing anyone in their right mind can think is that he’s hot as hell.” She informs her friend. “But then you try and talk to him and he’s cold as ice. Maybe he had issues with his mommy?” She finishes, causing her friend to snort out a laugh.
“Excuse me.” Jared says standing at the table. “Could you tell me who you’re talking about?”
The two girls look at him for a few minutes, wondering who the man eavesdropping is before the pink haired one answers his question. “Just a new rider at Edison Track.”
“Unlike most of the guys there,” her friend continues for her, “He’s a total badass.”
“Mike.” Jared says turning to him.
“Yeah, come on man. I’ll drive you.” Mike replies, forgetting their coffee and heading for the door.
After breaking a couple laws, and maybe three or four misdemeanors, the two friends finally make it to the track and Jared jumps from the car in hopes of finding where his crazy riddles are taking him.
“Have you seen the new guy?” Jared asks the flock of people standing beside their dirt bikes talking.
“The blond dude?” One from the group asks.
“Um… sure.”
“He’s not here. He just comes on random days and random hours.”
“Shit.” Jared mumbles. “Thanks anyways.” Walking back to the car defeated, Jared finally passes Mike, “Let’s go. He’s not here.”
Jared gazes out the window, thinking about how he can find the “blond man” without having to spend all his time out at the track. Jared turns to Mike when he sees the local library. “Mike can we stop at the library?” he asks, “They were having a couple books shipped in from some different libraries for me.”
“Sure man.” Mike answers, flipping the blinker and turning into the library’s parking lot.
“Hey Jay!” Mary, the part-time librarian, calls to him as he walks in. “Got those books in yesterday, I’ll just go in the back and try to locate them for you.”
“Thanks Mare.” He politely replies and stands at the front desk waiting.
“Do I know you?” A voice says from behind him.
Jared turns and stares at the greenest eyes he ever seen. The kind that he could probably get lost in for days. “I don’t think so.” He replies slowly, even though he has a nagging feeling deep in his gut telling him that he should know the guy.
The man just hums looking up and down Jared, “So wanna grab a beer?” he asks nonchalantly.
Jared really wants to take him up on the offer. He wants to find out why he thinks he should know him, but he has other pressing matters. “Man, I’d love to.”
“I sense a but coming.” The man interjects.
“But…” Jared repeats, feeling horrible, “I’m kinda busy at the moment. I’m looking for someone and I have some research to do.”
“Dude, it’s cool.” The man simply answers, “All you had to say was no.” And just like that, as quickly as he came, he disappears.
His phone rings as he pulls up to the apartment building where he’s staying at until this new job is finished. “Hey Chris.” He answers without looking at the display. “Haven’t found him yet.” He responds to the question echoing through the phone. “No, man, I don’t need any help. I’ll call you back when I find him.” Jensen flips the phone shut after mumbling a “later” and heads for the apartments main lobby.
After unlocking his door, he toes off his boots, and falls onto the couch. Flipping the tv on for background noise to make the apartment seem less lonely to him, he picks up his laptop and looks at the information that has been collected for him. It’s not much to go on. All he really knows is that a young male has been predicting the future for a few years now, and that there is an issue with a group from Russia. He needs to find the boy before the Russians do, and keep him safe. Now the only problem is finding one seemingly normal young male in a city with more than four hundred thousand people, not to mention tourists. Jensen realizes for the first time, that he really has his work cut out for him.
“Mike.” Jared says as he makes up the couch to sleep on. “How am I going to find this guy? It’s not really like I can just camp out at the track and hope that he shows up.”
“I don’t know Jare,” Mike answers, “Maybe you’ll dream about it tonight.”
“There is no guarantee that I’ll be able to remember it this time.”
“That’s why you’re sleeping in the living room. If you start talking it’ll wake me up and I can get the information for you. Now go to sleep Jay.” He replies to the younger man as he walks towards his bedroom to hopefully get a few hours of sleep.