Semper Fidelis
Title: Semper Fidelis
Part Three
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,229
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: At the age of 12, Jensen Ackles oldest brother, Josh, joins the marines just like his father and grandfather before him. At the age of 13, his other brother, Jacob, follows his brother and also joins the marines. At the age of 15, the Ackles' brothers lose their parents in a car accident. With no other family, and the threat of Jensen going to foster services, Josh leaves the military to take care of his youngest brother.
Now at the age of 27, co-owner of a private library with his brother, Jensen's world is shook once more with the murder of his Gunnery Sergeant brother, Jake. Special Agent Jared Padalecki, is called to work the case, and try to help the loner Jensen.
Note: Jared is one year older than Jensen in this fic.
Wrote for: jessie_s_girl
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| |Part 3| | Part 4|
Jared looks down at his watch, nine at night. It’s been four hours since he’s been walking the grounds, making sure everything was still secure. He’s currently walking towards the back of the house, checking the fences, and trying his best to keep his eyes on the grounds and not the man on the bed, in the room, with the huge ass windows. He really should go talk to Josh and see if he can get Jensen to sleep in a different room, one without so many advantage points for a shooter.
Just to be cautious, Jared makes his way to the windows that look into Jensen’s room. Five feet to the window, he stops when he sees movement in the room, and his breath catching in his throat at the scene that’s presented to him.
Jensen’s index and middle fingers glisten in the low light of the bedroom as he pushes them inside of himself. Jared watches as Jensen slowly pushes them in and out, before spreading them and stretching his hole wider; his other hand running slowly up and down his erect cock. Staring at the scene in front of him, Jared can feel his own cock begin to harden as Jensen reaches for more lubricate and slides his fingers out, adding more lube, and gliding three fingers back into himself.
Jared becomes hypnotized by the rhythmic in and out that he has a front row seat view to, and when Jensen pulls his fingers back out, to pick up the dark green dildo that Jared hadn’t noticed before, he lets himself groan as he palms his aching cock through the layer of slacks and boxers.
Just as Jensen is slicking up the silicon based sex toy, Jared’s phone goes off, causing him to cuss and reach into the now tight pocket of his pants to pull out the slim device, “Padalecki,” he cloaks into the phone, his voice hoarse as he continues to watch Jensen reach between his legs with the dildo. “Be there is a second, boss,” Jared says into the phone before flipping it closed and cussing as he walks away from the window and back towards the front of the house, thinking about his grandparents having sex to try and get rid of the hard on he’s now sporting.
Jared sits on the couch, in the dark. It’s after midnight, and he’s taking first watch. In another three hours, he gets to wake his partner up and get some sleep himself. Currently, he’s rolling his head from side to side, as he stares at the darkened ceiling, listening for any anomaly in sounds he’s already grew accustomed to.
He’s just started looking at shadows, seeing if his mind can make them seem like warped animals in a fucked up shadow puppet show when he hears a strange scuffing and quickly moves to his feet, pulls out his gun and starts walking towards the back of the house, intent with finding out where the noise came from.
He reaches the kitchen and stares at the door that is cracked open. He slowly moves to the door, drawing his gun up and using the barrel to open the door the rest of the way before stepping out and sweeping the yard, before he drops the gun to his side, places it back in its holster and moves closer to Jensen.
“Your brother lets you smoke?” Jared asks, taking the seat beside of Jensen, who has a lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, making Jared bite his lip to keep the images away that those two fingers conjure up.
“As long as it’s outside,” Jensen replies with a dry laugh, either not noticing or completely ignoring Jared’s tease body as he slides down into the wicker chair beside of him.
“I figured he wouldn’t let you risk your health,” Jared says staring out into the yard, willing his mind to think of anything but what he saw earlier in the night, “He seems,” he pauses trying to think of the right word, “protective.”
“You mean he treats me like a kid,” Jensen states while exhaling the smoke in his lungs. He glances over and sees Jared’s face scrunching up as he tries to think of a way to tell Jensen that that’s what he was asking, “It’s fine,” Jensen tells him, removing the guilt Jared had on his face, “He’s always treated me like that. He just forgets from time to time that I’m not actually the fifteen year old boy he had to take care of.”
“But you seem almost fine with it,” Jared tells him as he tries to understand the situation. The confusion taking care of his little problem faster than the image of his grandparents getting it on ever could.
“It makes him feel better, and I like keeping him happy,” Jensen states, his voice filled with remorse, “He gave up his life for me.” Jensen picks up the ash tray on the table beside the chair he’s sitting in, and crushes out the cigarette before wrapping his fingers around the box of Marlboro lights. He flips up the lid, pulls out another cigarette, and cupping his black Bic lighter, lights the end of the cigarette, pushing the first puff of smoke from his mouth without actually inhaling it.
“So you don’t resent it?” Jared questions as he watches Jensen make smoke rings from the corner of his eye. He turns his head so he can face Jensen as he answers. For the second time in just a few hours, he notices that Jensen looks and acts nothing like he does when he’s around his brother. It’s like he has a mask he wears, but Jared can’t figure out which Jensen is the real one and which is the disguise.
“Not really,” Jensen finally answers. He breathes in the gray smoke and thinks about his response before letting the smoke escape. “He usually isn’t this bad. I think he’s just reliving the past, thinking about what it was like when mom and dad left him to take care of his kid brother.”
“So what,” Jared begins, his eyes straying to Jensen’s lips that are wrapped around the fibrous filter of the cigarette, “Josh resents you?” he questions. He’s interested in Jensen, not because of the show he got to watch, but because Jensen can seem so different under certain circumstances.
“No,” Jensen laughs, as he crushes out his second cigarette, and places the ash tray back on the table.
“How can you be so sure?” Jared continues to question, “He gave up everything for you.”
“Josh does not resent me,” Jensen informs Jared as he stands and heads back to the house.
“Jensen,” Jared calls out and follows him to the door.
“Maybe I do resent him,” Jensen whispers, “But not because of how he treats me. I resent him because he gave up his life for me.” Jensen holds up his hand when Jared makes a noise like he’s going to ask another question, “Do you know what it’s like to have someone give up everything they had, wanted, to take care of you? It’s not a great feeling, Jared. So if I let Josh boss me around, treat me like I’m six, then that’s my problem.” Jensen continues before turning and moving into the house, away from Jared.
Part Three
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,229
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: At the age of 12, Jensen Ackles oldest brother, Josh, joins the marines just like his father and grandfather before him. At the age of 13, his other brother, Jacob, follows his brother and also joins the marines. At the age of 15, the Ackles' brothers lose their parents in a car accident. With no other family, and the threat of Jensen going to foster services, Josh leaves the military to take care of his youngest brother.
Now at the age of 27, co-owner of a private library with his brother, Jensen's world is shook once more with the murder of his Gunnery Sergeant brother, Jake. Special Agent Jared Padalecki, is called to work the case, and try to help the loner Jensen.
Note: Jared is one year older than Jensen in this fic.
Wrote for: jessie_s_girl
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| |Part 3| | Part 4|
Jared looks down at his watch, nine at night. It’s been four hours since he’s been walking the grounds, making sure everything was still secure. He’s currently walking towards the back of the house, checking the fences, and trying his best to keep his eyes on the grounds and not the man on the bed, in the room, with the huge ass windows. He really should go talk to Josh and see if he can get Jensen to sleep in a different room, one without so many advantage points for a shooter.
Just to be cautious, Jared makes his way to the windows that look into Jensen’s room. Five feet to the window, he stops when he sees movement in the room, and his breath catching in his throat at the scene that’s presented to him.
Jensen’s index and middle fingers glisten in the low light of the bedroom as he pushes them inside of himself. Jared watches as Jensen slowly pushes them in and out, before spreading them and stretching his hole wider; his other hand running slowly up and down his erect cock. Staring at the scene in front of him, Jared can feel his own cock begin to harden as Jensen reaches for more lubricate and slides his fingers out, adding more lube, and gliding three fingers back into himself.
Jared becomes hypnotized by the rhythmic in and out that he has a front row seat view to, and when Jensen pulls his fingers back out, to pick up the dark green dildo that Jared hadn’t noticed before, he lets himself groan as he palms his aching cock through the layer of slacks and boxers.
Just as Jensen is slicking up the silicon based sex toy, Jared’s phone goes off, causing him to cuss and reach into the now tight pocket of his pants to pull out the slim device, “Padalecki,” he cloaks into the phone, his voice hoarse as he continues to watch Jensen reach between his legs with the dildo. “Be there is a second, boss,” Jared says into the phone before flipping it closed and cussing as he walks away from the window and back towards the front of the house, thinking about his grandparents having sex to try and get rid of the hard on he’s now sporting.
Jared sits on the couch, in the dark. It’s after midnight, and he’s taking first watch. In another three hours, he gets to wake his partner up and get some sleep himself. Currently, he’s rolling his head from side to side, as he stares at the darkened ceiling, listening for any anomaly in sounds he’s already grew accustomed to.
He’s just started looking at shadows, seeing if his mind can make them seem like warped animals in a fucked up shadow puppet show when he hears a strange scuffing and quickly moves to his feet, pulls out his gun and starts walking towards the back of the house, intent with finding out where the noise came from.
He reaches the kitchen and stares at the door that is cracked open. He slowly moves to the door, drawing his gun up and using the barrel to open the door the rest of the way before stepping out and sweeping the yard, before he drops the gun to his side, places it back in its holster and moves closer to Jensen.
“Your brother lets you smoke?” Jared asks, taking the seat beside of Jensen, who has a lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, making Jared bite his lip to keep the images away that those two fingers conjure up.
“As long as it’s outside,” Jensen replies with a dry laugh, either not noticing or completely ignoring Jared’s tease body as he slides down into the wicker chair beside of him.
“I figured he wouldn’t let you risk your health,” Jared says staring out into the yard, willing his mind to think of anything but what he saw earlier in the night, “He seems,” he pauses trying to think of the right word, “protective.”
“You mean he treats me like a kid,” Jensen states while exhaling the smoke in his lungs. He glances over and sees Jared’s face scrunching up as he tries to think of a way to tell Jensen that that’s what he was asking, “It’s fine,” Jensen tells him, removing the guilt Jared had on his face, “He’s always treated me like that. He just forgets from time to time that I’m not actually the fifteen year old boy he had to take care of.”
“But you seem almost fine with it,” Jared tells him as he tries to understand the situation. The confusion taking care of his little problem faster than the image of his grandparents getting it on ever could.
“It makes him feel better, and I like keeping him happy,” Jensen states, his voice filled with remorse, “He gave up his life for me.” Jensen picks up the ash tray on the table beside the chair he’s sitting in, and crushes out the cigarette before wrapping his fingers around the box of Marlboro lights. He flips up the lid, pulls out another cigarette, and cupping his black Bic lighter, lights the end of the cigarette, pushing the first puff of smoke from his mouth without actually inhaling it.
“So you don’t resent it?” Jared questions as he watches Jensen make smoke rings from the corner of his eye. He turns his head so he can face Jensen as he answers. For the second time in just a few hours, he notices that Jensen looks and acts nothing like he does when he’s around his brother. It’s like he has a mask he wears, but Jared can’t figure out which Jensen is the real one and which is the disguise.
“Not really,” Jensen finally answers. He breathes in the gray smoke and thinks about his response before letting the smoke escape. “He usually isn’t this bad. I think he’s just reliving the past, thinking about what it was like when mom and dad left him to take care of his kid brother.”
“So what,” Jared begins, his eyes straying to Jensen’s lips that are wrapped around the fibrous filter of the cigarette, “Josh resents you?” he questions. He’s interested in Jensen, not because of the show he got to watch, but because Jensen can seem so different under certain circumstances.
“No,” Jensen laughs, as he crushes out his second cigarette, and places the ash tray back on the table.
“How can you be so sure?” Jared continues to question, “He gave up everything for you.”
“Josh does not resent me,” Jensen informs Jared as he stands and heads back to the house.
“Jensen,” Jared calls out and follows him to the door.
“Maybe I do resent him,” Jensen whispers, “But not because of how he treats me. I resent him because he gave up his life for me.” Jensen holds up his hand when Jared makes a noise like he’s going to ask another question, “Do you know what it’s like to have someone give up everything they had, wanted, to take care of you? It’s not a great feeling, Jared. So if I let Josh boss me around, treat me like I’m six, then that’s my problem.” Jensen continues before turning and moving into the house, away from Jared.