Dr. Gay (CWRPS, Jensen/Jared, R)
I now proudly present you this fic, made for reel_spn. As it is my right, I use it for the "Adventure" prompt in plot20 too. =D
Title: Dr. Gay
Author: gottalovev
Movie Adapted: James Bond series, the Connery-Lazenby era (from "Dr. No" to "Diamonds are Forever")
Genre: suggested het, slash, CWRPF
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Rosenbaum/Welling, CMM, Kripke
Rating: R
Word Count: ~5 000
Warnings: Crackish! Chad is hard to kill?
Notes/Credits: First fic of a series of 4 stand alone fics featuring the boys as Bond. The other fics will come as sequels. The inspiration for this fic was the Connery-Lazenby movies (gadget, car, situations). The awesome graphics are from keyweegirlie who also betaed, cheered and hand holded me. zelda_zee worked her beta magic too, so thank you!
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Summary: His name is Ackles, Jensen Ackles. Will he succed in stopping Dr. Gay's evil plan to vanquish heterosexuality with the Gay Bomb?
The night is sweet, and Jensen goes on the balcony to light up a cigarette. He can still hear random laughter and the jazz orchestra of the party, but it is cooler outside. It's been an unproductive night as far as the job is concerned. He didn't manage to get any information of interest for Kripke. He's totally got that brunette with the mile long legs secured though. Jensen smiles. The evening was not a waste of time after all.
Jensen takes a last drag of his cigarette and is about to stub it out on the granite banister when he sees a dark shadow closing down on him, fast. Reflexes kick in and he moves just enough to divert the better part of the blow, but it knocks his Walther PPK out of his hand as he reaches for it. Jensen winces and counterattacks: a right hook lands and then he pushes the man away.
There is a click, the sound of a mechanism unclenching and a sudden flash of light when the attacker does a revolving high kick aiming for his gut. Jensen jumps back and realizes there is a blade at the end of the shoe that just missed him. Tricky. But the man lost his element of surprise and after some vicious blows from each side, Jensen finally knocks him out.
Jensen reclaims his gun, crouches beside the sprawled form and scrutinizes the attractive features of his assailant: curly brown hair, dimpled chin and cheeks covered by short salt and pepper stubble. A man in his late thirties or early forties, most definitely. He saw him earlier in the ballroom, even noticed his stare once or twice. The man is no one he knows from the long list of persons who want him dead. There is something weird on his neck and Jensen touches it. It feels like rubber. He pulls hard and to his surprise, it's a full face mask that comes off and reveals blond hair and a much younger visage that he definitely knows. Murray. Dr Gay's henchman.
"Jensen? Who is that? Is he okay?"
Jensen turns towards the balcony doors and gets up, straightening his tuxedo as Jessica approaches. He smiles and takes her in his arms.
"It's okay, beautiful..." He's about to comment about drunks that don't know when to quit when Murray surprises him by getting up and jumping over the railing and down into the garden as he runs away. Oh well.
"See? He's just fine. Now..."
Jensen caresses the brunette's face with the back of his fingers as he tilts her face up to look at him. She loses her worried frown almost instantly and smiles when Jensen pulls her flush against him. She snakes her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately, a good prelude of what is to come.
Kripke is not happy. His little round face is scrunched up in disapproval.
"Murray should not have gotten a way, Ackles. He could have been a great source of information about how to stop Dr. Gay's diabolic plan."
Jensen shrugs.
"Sorry, K. Next time, I'll either capture him or kill him. What do we know, anyway?"
K sighs and switches on a projector, focused on the far white wall of the conference room to illustrate his briefing. The first picture is of a bald man with a slightly goofy face.
"Michael Rosenbaum, aka Dr. Gay, a gifted biochemist who used to work for the US Army in weapons development. While he was never totally stable, he really got out of hand a couple of years ago and was consequently fired. He stole the plans and formulas of his latest concept before he left though - the Gay Bomb."
"A bomb that releases chemicals that makes everyone gay, right?" Jensen asks. K nods. "And you think that it's functional?"
K changes the picture on the wall to an acronym, SPECTRE.
"We think so. Chad Michael Murray, who you inadvertently let get away, is now totally gay after being a test subject. Anyhow. Rosenbaum is the head of the terrorist association called SPECTRE, for Sodomite Emancipation for a Comprehensive Transformation Regarding Evolution, and their goal is to vanquish heterosexuality. Some even say women."
Jensen frowns. He's got nothing against homosexuality, but to never flirt or sleep with another woman is nothing short of a catastrophe in his opinion.
"But... won't that be the end of the human species?"
K shudders visibly.
"There are rumours that he has perfected male pregnancy."
Jensen almost loses his proverbial cool at that. No way he'll stand by and let the world come to this! An era of ass babies - it's unthinkable!
"He has to be stopped."
Kripke nods vehemently.
"Yes. Dr. Gay says that if he's given one billion dollars he'll destroy the bomb, but he cannot be trusted. You must find out where he keeps it and take care of it."
Jensen straightens.
"Consider it done."
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Jensen gets out of the Aston Martin, and tosses the keys to the valet of the Atlantis. He's in a great mood, just like every time he's given new gadgets. As he's waiting to check in, he's distracted from his reconnaissance of the female staff by a very tall young man who comes over and introduces himself.
"You are surely Kripke's agent. I'm Jay, CIA."
Jensen looks up at the beautiful features and floppy hair and is instantly charmed. K had told him he would have a CIA contact in the field, but never said anything about a gorgeous giant. He grins, taking off his sunglasses before shaking hands.
"Yes, I am. Ackles, Jensen Ackles. Very pleased to meet you."
"Likewise."
Jay's smile is wide and bright and Jensen lets the handshake last a bit too long as he looks the other man up and down, to test the waters. To his utter delight, it only makes Jay's smile widen.
"Why don't we go get a drink as we discuss the case, Mr. Ackles?"
This is definitely promising. Jensen nods and gestures towards the casino as they start walking.
"That's an excellent idea. And please, call me Jensen."
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Jensen is not amused. The meeting with Jay gave him some background info on Dr Gay and his team - where they are usually seen in Nassau and all of that. It was made even more interesting by the constant flirting they good-naturedly engaged in and a couple of well-shaken Martinis. But when Jensen arrives at his room in the Royal Towers, planning to get his bathing suit so they can continue their lovely afternoon at the Lagoon Pool, he finds a thug dead in his suite. The moron tried to open his briefcase, not expecting to be greeted by explosives.
He calls K to have someone come and clean up the mess that fortunately no one is aware of yet (he mentally gives the hotel a good grade for soundproofing). He also demands to be relocated elsewhere in the hotel, because he will not sleep in this room, it reeks. After searching the dead guy's pockets, he finds a parking ticket stub dated from earlier in the day, issued at a bank in the business district. After a sigh, he calls Jay to cancel their pool date and inform him that he'll try to meet him later. He'd better check the lead before it gets cold, no pun intended to the guy littered around his room.
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Jensen has luck on his side because he sees Dr Gay's faithful assistant, Tom Welling, slipping into the driver's seat of a yellow Thunderbird just as he reaches the lot on East Hill Street. Every report states that wherever Dr Gay is, Tom is too. It's a golden opportunity to discover where SPECTRE has their headquarters. All Jensen has to do is follow him, and hope that Welling will lead to his boss.
The problem is that if Jensen tries to find a phone to warn K, he will lose Welling. There is a pen and an old envelope in the glove compartment, so Jensen writes a quick note and the license plate number on it while he carefully inserts his car two vehicles behind his prey on the busy street. Driving with one hand, he takes off his left shoe to get the little homing beacon hidden in his heel and slips the small electronic device in the envelope. Fortunately, the traffic makes it relatively easy to follow Welling through it all, and happy with his clever idea, Jensen throws the envelope out of the car and on the curb, knowing the Agency will come to investigate if the beacon stops moving for too long.
Little did he know: two minutes later, someone tosses the envelope in the trash and the garbage truck just happens to be around the corner.
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As long as they were in the city, it was easy to be careful and hide his presence. But now that they are on the road following the coast of New Providence Island, Jensen has clearly been spotted. The fact is confirmed when the passenger of the Thunderbird starts shooting at him. Jensen curses, but two can play this game. He pushes a button on the console that arms the machine guns that rise out of their hidden compartments, firing at the car that now zigzags before him.
That shooter is a problem, so Jensen steps on the gas and brings the Aston Martin flush to the Thunderbird driver's side and unlocks the telescoping tire slashing mechanism. It's hard to drive and align the car properly and before he has any success, he notices that the passenger has foolishly climbed out on top of the other car and jumps into his own. The moment it takes Jensen to keep the Aston Martin under control is enough for the man to hit his wrist and Jensen's gun flies out of the car.
Murray, Jensen realizes, as he points his gun to Jensen's temple and laughs.
Jensen shakes his head.
"I liked you better with your mask, Murray, at least you were handsome."
The blond scowls.
"Shut up. Anyway, got you now, Ackles!"
Jensen smirks at him.
"I wouldn't be so sure!"
He then flips the switch that makes the whole passenger seat, and its occupant, eject forcefully out of the car, sending them tumbling to the side of the road. Jensen smiles, but there is still the matter of the Thunderbird hot on his heels, and now Welling's firing at him. Since he's unarmed, Jensen decides to break free by creating a smoke screen followed by oil on the road. In his rear view mirror, he sees the Thunderbird spinning out of control.
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He's pleased to be handed a key to the luxury suite when he gets back to the hotel. At least K knows how to soothe the blow of the earlier mess. Jensen enters the darkened room, turns on the lights and tosses down his key before removing his jacket and empty holster. He picks up the phone and dial 0
"Room service. How can we help you, Mr. Ackles?"
"Uh, breakfast for one at nine, please... Green figs, yogurt, coffee, very black... Thank you."
"It's noted, Mr. Ackles."
Jensen sets down the phone, removes his tie and walks to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt. This day just didn't go as he wished and he needs to relax. He opens the tap on the bathtub and starts to undress but stops when he hears a soft noise. He glances around, sees nothing. But there is a louder noise coming from the suite, so he wraps a towel around his waist, shuts off the water and leaves the bathroom. Jensen curses inwardly: he should have taken the other gun out of his suitcase.
The French doors of the bedroom are open, and in the moonlight Jensen sees a naked Jay slipping into bed and wrapping the sheet around himself. It's a sight to behold and Jensen just gapes a bit, his brain sort of freezing up in a very good way. Jay looks at him and smirks.
"You look surprised. I thought you were expecting me."
Jensen smiles and climbs onto the bed, eying Jay's magnificent chest and perfectly toned stomach as he crawls all the way up his body until he straddles his narrow hips.
"Honestly? No. But I am certainly glad you came."
Jay smiles and puts his hand on Jensen's neck, pulling him down for a kiss, hard and demanding. Jay moans softly and Jensen grinds his hips, feeling the hard erection matching his own just there, waiting to be touched. Jay's hands slide down his back and he pulls at the towel until he can toss it aside and grab Jensen's ass, holding him close as he arches up, seeking friction. It feels incredible, and since a body that gorgeous needs to be explored, Jensen leaves Jay's mouth to nip and lick at his jaw and throat, slowly making his way down.
He could not have wished for a better way to end the day.
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The next morning, Jensen finds out that yogurt and figs taste even better than usual eaten off Jay. Just saying.
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All the new information that K, Jay and he collected converges: Dr. Gay's headquarters in all probability are on an apparently deserted island just off New Providence. Jensen rents a little boat from a local fisherman for some undercover recon. There is no sign of activity on the island, though. He's caught two nice mahi-mahis and a mild sunburn when a cigarette boat appears and approaches the small island at high speed.
The engine is killed before it gets to the shore and the man that gets out to tie the boat to an old pier is clearly Welling, confirming their suspicions. Jensen curses when he sees the second man who arranges a camouflage net over it. Murray. Again. The man is worse than a cockroach. He had hoped the little shit had sprained his neck when tossed out of the car.
The two men disappear between rocks a few feet from the deck, providing an explanation of why there is no sign of life on the island. They are just hiding under it.
Jensen puts on his diving gear and double-checks the contents of his waterproof bag. He has enough C4 to blow this little island to the Seychelles if he wants to. He adjusts the small air supply gadget in his mouth and lowers the underwater jet pack into the ocean before jumping in next to it. With the aid of the propeller, it takes only a couple of minutes of zooming through schools of colorful fishes before Jensen reaches the shore and climbs carefully out of the water beside the hidden cave entrance. He strips off the dry suit and hides it behind a rock when suddenly he's struck by a hard blow that brings him to his knees with a violent pain in his skull. The world gets blindingly red before turning black.
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Jensen slowly comes to, lying in the darkness on a metal table with his arms and legs tied to it. His head is pounding with a colossal headache and he takes a moment to silently curse, infuriated that he was dumb enough to get caught.
The lights come on with a swooshing sound and their intensity makes his head throb even more. He looks to the side, and there is Rosenbaum, dressed in ridiculous mauve silk pajamas, with a white cat in the crook of his arm. The big Kahuna, finally. Jensen sees Welling and Murray behind him in the little control room, plus several other guards.
"Good evening, double-o-seven." The bald man says, walking until he’s next to the table, looking at Jensen with an appreciative glance.
"My name is Jensen Ackles."
Dr Gay points to something behind his head and Jensen glances up: a laser gun, aimed at him.
"Look at my new toy! It's so shiny, don't you agree?" He looks at it adoringly, then raises his voice a bit. "Baby? Turn it on!" He says and Welling flips a switch.
The barrel of the laser gun moves down Jensen's torso. He raises himself onto his elbows and looks at it, noting blue coils gleaming as it keeps moving downwards. The barrel of the laser gun comes to rest, aiming between Jensen's legs. Suddenly the laser light goes on, gleaming red.
Jensen looks down at it and sees that the laser beam starts cutting the outer edge of the tabletop. Holy. Shit.
Dr. Gay looks down too, smiling. There is nothing funny there for Jensen though, as he watches the laser beam moving slowly upward and continuing to burn through the tabletop.
"I am not happy to find you here, Mister Ackles. I have a feeling you want to get in the way of my fabulous project to make the world a better place."
Jensen looks up at Dr. Gay then down at his legs, where the laser beam is moving steadily toward his crotch. For God's sake, the man is crazy! He lets him speak, subtly trying to pull on his restraints to no avail.
"I will not let anyone get in my way, no matter how pretty they are. And I don't understand why you want to, anyway, Mister Ackles, as we've seen you with that handsome man."
Jensen looks at Dr. Gay then down at his crotch again. He's starting to sweat and he thinks that it's maybe not the time to say that he's an equal opportunity kind of guy. He likes Jay, a whole lot, but he loves pussy too. But what is really fucking important right now is that the laser beam is getting dangerously close to parts he really doesn't want to see burn.
"I think you've made your point, Rosenbaum. Thank you for the demonstration."
Dr. Gay squints, studying the beam and looking way too closely at where it's going for Jensen’s comfort.
"Choose your next witticism carefully, Mister Ackles. It may be your last."
The laser beam continues cutting upwards. Jensen looks at it then up at Dr. Gay. He must make it stop, now. Dr. Gay continues
"I will not let you ruin everything. Good night, Mister Ackles."
And he turns away. The damn laser beam keeps cutting and it doesn't seem that the freak will make it stop. But what is the purpose? Torture only? A power trip? Maybe he wants info? Jensen tries to keep his voice cool and collected as he addresses Dr. Gay's back.
"Do you expect me to talk?"
Dr. Gay stops on the steps leading to the control room and looks down, petting his cat and smiling.
"No, Mister Ackles. I expect you to die! Anyway, there is nothing you can talk to me about that can save your life."
Jensen can't believe that's true, that he's going to end this way and pulls on his bonds again. He tries his best to think of something to say, something that will stop this. He can feel the heat of the laser on the inside of his thighs... it will soon be too late. He calls out
"You're forgetting one thing!"
Dr. Gay and Welling turn to look at him.
"If I fail to report, double-o-eight replaces me!"
Dr. Gay cackles.
"I trust he will be more successful!"
He touches Welling's arm and they turn away. Jensen looks down at the laser beam again. It keeps cutting toward his crotch. And that is simply not acceptable. Not at all.
"Well, he knows what I know!"
Dr. Gay looks back, shaking his head.
"You know nothing, Mister Ackles!"
"I know everything about the baby, and the first thing he'll do is make sure it won't happen." Jensen bluffs.
Welling freezes and looks at Jensen, but Dr. Gay keeps his cool. Rosenbaum watches the laser beam about to slice into him with his head tilted to the side. Finally, after excruciating seconds when Jensen thinks his life is over, (Because why go on emasculated? He's going to deep throat his gun even if he survives.) Dr. Gay replies.
"You're lying."
Jensen is exasperated. He wiggles on the table, trying to inch back from the threat. Dr. Gay steps forward smugly, eyes fixed on his crotch, the sadistic fuck.
"Can you afford to take that chance?" Jensen says, praying to Gods he usually dismisses.
Dr. Gay hesitates, and Jensen wonders - could he be right about a possible ass baby? Jensen looks at the table and he's this close to begging. The beam keeps cutting.
They stare at each other for precious seconds before Dr. Gay smiles, relenting. He turns and snaps his fingers at his assistants. To Jensen's supreme relief, the laser beam switches off. If he didn't have a reputation to keep, he'd yell "Thank God!" instead of thinking it very very hard.
Dr. Gay gives his cat to Welling, comes back down the steps and approaches the table. He runs a finger up Jensen's leg then over his stomach with a wicked smile.
"You are quite right, Mister Ackles. You are worth more to me alive."
He then gestures to Murray, who raises a raises a large pistol and points it at Jensen's chest with a vicious smile. Dr. Gay looks on smugly as Murray aims and shoots.
Jensen stares the tranquilizer dart in the middle of his chest just before he falls unconscious. Again.
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This time when he comes to, he's tied to a chair and the first thing he can focus on is Murray, leaning on the opposite wall. Jensen groans.
"Don't you ever go away?"
Murray laughs while he draws out a long knife and starts playing with it. Maybe he thinks he looks more menacing that way.
"You wish, Ackles. You're lucky to be alive."
Jensen rolls his eyes at the lack of imagination of the retort. He tries pulling on the ropes, but they are quite tight and he's not going anywhere.
"So..." Jensen asks, curious. "He really turned you gay? I remember you'd hit on every pretty girl, especially the ones who weren't legal."
Murray laughs.
"You're one to talk, Ackles! But yeah, I see what's best for everyone now. Women are nothing but trouble anyway."
He walks towards the prisoner and drags his thumb on Jensen lower lip, who hides a shiver of disgust the best he can. Murray's voice is low and raspy.
"I finally get what they all see in you Ackles. God that mouth..."
Jensen smirks.
"Not sure your boss would be happy if you damage the goods."
Murray sight deeply and pouts.
"Yeah. You're right. Unless you don't tell him?"
He almost looks hopeful and Jensen wonders like he has many times in the years he's known the man how someone can be that stupid. Because... ewwww.
Jensen sees his bag in the corner of the cell and decides to try something. He bats his eyelashes, looks down, then back up at Murray.
"You know Chad, I don't know how long I've been here, but at this point I'd do anything for a cigarette."
Murray's eyes widen at that and Jensen licks his lips for emphasis. He stutters.
"Re.. Really? But I don't have any! The Doctor doesn't want us to smoke."
Jensen points to the black duffel with his chin.
"I think I have one left, if that's my bag..."
Murray falls for it and nearly skids in his haste to get to the bag, opens it and rummages inside before producing the battered pack. He shows it triumphantly.
"Ah ha!"
Jensen smiles.
"Good. Come on Chad. Once I've had my smoke, I'll give you the best blowjob ever, you'll see."
Murray fumbles with the lighter and it takes 5 attempts before he's able to light the cigarette. But he has a moment of doubt that makes Jensen nervous.
"If you try to bite me, I'll kill you."
Jensen shakes his head and tries to look as innocent as he can, biting his lower lip.
"No, no, I swear. Give it to me, please. I'll be nice."
Murray, reassured, comes over and slips the little cylinder in Jensen's mouth, who takes a long drag. He really needed that. But as he exhales, he bites hard on the filter to unclench the hidden firing mechanism. Murray, who was hovering in front of him with a predatory expression gapes when he's hit in the middle of the forehead by the bullet and falls to the floor in a heap. Jensen huffs. One less stupid person in the world, and he's not sorry that it's this one!
Jensen eyes the distance to Murray's knife and twists his chair little by little until he can position it, falls backward and starts cutting his bonds. He needs to get moving.
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Those people had way too much faith in the late Murray if they thought he was enough of a guard for him, Jensen thinks as he manages to silently make his way through the bunker. The other thugs seem to be busy packing up: they are probably leaving this base of operation now that it has been discovered.
If Dr. Gay manages to get away, who knows where he'll go? This is the best chance to destroy the Gay Bomb and possibly get the loon arrested or terminated. Jensen finally finds the room with the laser again, and shivers just looking at it. That had been way too close. But since this is the place Rosenbaum kept his shiny new toy, as he had called it, there is a big chance the Gay Bomb is somewhere in there too.
Indeed, he sees Dr. Gay now dressed in peach-colored silk pajamas with his cat in his arms, directing Welling who is busy loading green fluorescent vials into the body of a rocket-like device. Jensen winces. They must be planning to turn the world queer right this moment instead of waiting for the billion dollar ransom they asked for from the G8. Since the control room is right there on his left, Jensen goes over to have a look. A big pink computer screen flashes from "loading biomaterial" to "ready to launch" just as Dr. Gay closes the panel on the side of the rocket.
There are also several cardboard cases on a dolly and Jensen has a quick look inside: they are filled with black bound books. Flipping through one Jensen sees pages after pages of illegible scribbling in sparkly ink surrounding messy plans and long formulas and almost everywhere little hearts surrounding the name Tom or Tommy.
Jensen smiles: if he sabotages the control room it means not only stopping the launching, but on top of it he'll get to destroy Dr. Gay's records! He starts setting explosives and timers around the room while keeping an eye on the two men coming towards him now. Just as he finishes, Welling and his boss are in the doorway.
"Oh my God, what is he doing here!" exclaims Rosenbaum.
Welling is quick to draw his gun, pointing it right at Jensen who's doing the same.
"I'm in your control room, exploding your evil plans." Jensen says with a smirk.
Dr. Gay hides behind his assistant.
"You have no right to do that Ackles, SPECTRE will rule the world! Stop him Tommy! He's not nice, not nice at all! I let him live and see what he does!"
"Don't worry Mikey, we're going to be okay."
Just as Jensen is about to say "no, you’re about to die" (because he really resents that one, and the whole laser deal, seriously), Tom suddenly grabs the cat from Dr. Gay and throws it in his face. Jensen is distracted by the hissing, claws and fur, and half sees Welling pushing Rosenbaum out of the room.
"Puffy!!!!" He shrieks.
"Come on Mike, we gotta go!"
Jensen manages to get the damn cat off him, and follows them into an empty corridor. He curses, watching the cat run swiftly away. He'd better destroy the Gay Bomb, just in case there is a remote launching device somewhere. Jensen returns to the experiment room and sets multiple charges of C4 all over the place, including several on the laser gun, just to be safe.
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Jensen is getting the hell out of dodge with the help of an underwater jet pack when a series of explosions makes a deep rumbling sound and a massive shock wave sends him spinning. Fortunately, he's far enough from the island that no debris hits him, but he loses his grip on the propeller and surfaces, gasping for air.
In the distance, he can see Dr. Gay's cigarette boat, getting away with several people in it. Dr. Gay made it out then. K will not be happy about that. But his mission was to destroy the Gay Bomb, and looking towards the island he watches while it caves on itself, burying the device securely below tons and tons of rocks and jungle.
He's getting ready for a long swim home when he sees a white yacht, cruising slowly in between the waste now littering the ocean. There is a tall figure navigating it, scanning the ocean with binoculars. Jay, Jensen thinks with big grin and a warm feeling spreads in his gut. When Jay looks his way, Jensen waves.
Jay steers the boat closer and Jensen is soon hauled inside. Jay looks worried as Jensen catches his breath, sprawled on the boat's floor.
"Damn, Jensen, are you okay? I thought you'd exploded with the island there for a second."
Jensen laughs, looking up at six and a half feet of tanned Texan in very short bathing trunks. He really looks amazing. He makes a sign with his finger, so Jay comes closer.
"I'm perfectly fine, Jay. Now come over here a sec."
Jay smiles at that and kneels, straddling Jensen and bending down for a kiss. Jensen loses himself in the feel of it, the taste of his mouth and heat of his body. With a sigh he twines his fingers in Jay's hair as the boat rocks slowly from side to side, bobbing gently on the waves.
The End.
The boys will be back in round 2 of reel_spn in the sequel, "Gaymaker" on your screen soon! (if I grab the prompt, of course ;) )
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Title: Dr. Gay
Author: gottalovev
Movie Adapted: James Bond series, the Connery-Lazenby era (from "Dr. No" to "Diamonds are Forever")
Genre: suggested het, slash, CWRPF
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Rosenbaum/Welling, CMM, Kripke
Rating: R
Word Count: ~5 000
Warnings: Crackish! Chad is hard to kill?
Notes/Credits: First fic of a series of 4 stand alone fics featuring the boys as Bond. The other fics will come as sequels. The inspiration for this fic was the Connery-Lazenby movies (gadget, car, situations). The awesome graphics are from keyweegirlie who also betaed, cheered and hand holded me. zelda_zee worked her beta magic too, so thank you!
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Summary: His name is Ackles, Jensen Ackles. Will he succed in stopping Dr. Gay's evil plan to vanquish heterosexuality with the Gay Bomb?
The night is sweet, and Jensen goes on the balcony to light up a cigarette. He can still hear random laughter and the jazz orchestra of the party, but it is cooler outside. It's been an unproductive night as far as the job is concerned. He didn't manage to get any information of interest for Kripke. He's totally got that brunette with the mile long legs secured though. Jensen smiles. The evening was not a waste of time after all.
Jensen takes a last drag of his cigarette and is about to stub it out on the granite banister when he sees a dark shadow closing down on him, fast. Reflexes kick in and he moves just enough to divert the better part of the blow, but it knocks his Walther PPK out of his hand as he reaches for it. Jensen winces and counterattacks: a right hook lands and then he pushes the man away.
There is a click, the sound of a mechanism unclenching and a sudden flash of light when the attacker does a revolving high kick aiming for his gut. Jensen jumps back and realizes there is a blade at the end of the shoe that just missed him. Tricky. But the man lost his element of surprise and after some vicious blows from each side, Jensen finally knocks him out.
Jensen reclaims his gun, crouches beside the sprawled form and scrutinizes the attractive features of his assailant: curly brown hair, dimpled chin and cheeks covered by short salt and pepper stubble. A man in his late thirties or early forties, most definitely. He saw him earlier in the ballroom, even noticed his stare once or twice. The man is no one he knows from the long list of persons who want him dead. There is something weird on his neck and Jensen touches it. It feels like rubber. He pulls hard and to his surprise, it's a full face mask that comes off and reveals blond hair and a much younger visage that he definitely knows. Murray. Dr Gay's henchman.
"Jensen? Who is that? Is he okay?"
Jensen turns towards the balcony doors and gets up, straightening his tuxedo as Jessica approaches. He smiles and takes her in his arms.
"It's okay, beautiful..." He's about to comment about drunks that don't know when to quit when Murray surprises him by getting up and jumping over the railing and down into the garden as he runs away. Oh well.
"See? He's just fine. Now..."
Jensen caresses the brunette's face with the back of his fingers as he tilts her face up to look at him. She loses her worried frown almost instantly and smiles when Jensen pulls her flush against him. She snakes her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately, a good prelude of what is to come.
Kripke is not happy. His little round face is scrunched up in disapproval.
"Murray should not have gotten a way, Ackles. He could have been a great source of information about how to stop Dr. Gay's diabolic plan."
Jensen shrugs.
"Sorry, K. Next time, I'll either capture him or kill him. What do we know, anyway?"
K sighs and switches on a projector, focused on the far white wall of the conference room to illustrate his briefing. The first picture is of a bald man with a slightly goofy face.
"Michael Rosenbaum, aka Dr. Gay, a gifted biochemist who used to work for the US Army in weapons development. While he was never totally stable, he really got out of hand a couple of years ago and was consequently fired. He stole the plans and formulas of his latest concept before he left though - the Gay Bomb."
"A bomb that releases chemicals that makes everyone gay, right?" Jensen asks. K nods. "And you think that it's functional?"
K changes the picture on the wall to an acronym, SPECTRE.
"We think so. Chad Michael Murray, who you inadvertently let get away, is now totally gay after being a test subject. Anyhow. Rosenbaum is the head of the terrorist association called SPECTRE, for Sodomite Emancipation for a Comprehensive Transformation Regarding Evolution, and their goal is to vanquish heterosexuality. Some even say women."
Jensen frowns. He's got nothing against homosexuality, but to never flirt or sleep with another woman is nothing short of a catastrophe in his opinion.
"But... won't that be the end of the human species?"
K shudders visibly.
"There are rumours that he has perfected male pregnancy."
Jensen almost loses his proverbial cool at that. No way he'll stand by and let the world come to this! An era of ass babies - it's unthinkable!
"He has to be stopped."
Kripke nods vehemently.
"Yes. Dr. Gay says that if he's given one billion dollars he'll destroy the bomb, but he cannot be trusted. You must find out where he keeps it and take care of it."
Jensen straightens.
"Consider it done."
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Jensen gets out of the Aston Martin, and tosses the keys to the valet of the Atlantis. He's in a great mood, just like every time he's given new gadgets. As he's waiting to check in, he's distracted from his reconnaissance of the female staff by a very tall young man who comes over and introduces himself.
"You are surely Kripke's agent. I'm Jay, CIA."
Jensen looks up at the beautiful features and floppy hair and is instantly charmed. K had told him he would have a CIA contact in the field, but never said anything about a gorgeous giant. He grins, taking off his sunglasses before shaking hands.
"Yes, I am. Ackles, Jensen Ackles. Very pleased to meet you."
"Likewise."
Jay's smile is wide and bright and Jensen lets the handshake last a bit too long as he looks the other man up and down, to test the waters. To his utter delight, it only makes Jay's smile widen.
"Why don't we go get a drink as we discuss the case, Mr. Ackles?"
This is definitely promising. Jensen nods and gestures towards the casino as they start walking.
"That's an excellent idea. And please, call me Jensen."
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Jensen is not amused. The meeting with Jay gave him some background info on Dr Gay and his team - where they are usually seen in Nassau and all of that. It was made even more interesting by the constant flirting they good-naturedly engaged in and a couple of well-shaken Martinis. But when Jensen arrives at his room in the Royal Towers, planning to get his bathing suit so they can continue their lovely afternoon at the Lagoon Pool, he finds a thug dead in his suite. The moron tried to open his briefcase, not expecting to be greeted by explosives.
He calls K to have someone come and clean up the mess that fortunately no one is aware of yet (he mentally gives the hotel a good grade for soundproofing). He also demands to be relocated elsewhere in the hotel, because he will not sleep in this room, it reeks. After searching the dead guy's pockets, he finds a parking ticket stub dated from earlier in the day, issued at a bank in the business district. After a sigh, he calls Jay to cancel their pool date and inform him that he'll try to meet him later. He'd better check the lead before it gets cold, no pun intended to the guy littered around his room.
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Jensen has luck on his side because he sees Dr Gay's faithful assistant, Tom Welling, slipping into the driver's seat of a yellow Thunderbird just as he reaches the lot on East Hill Street. Every report states that wherever Dr Gay is, Tom is too. It's a golden opportunity to discover where SPECTRE has their headquarters. All Jensen has to do is follow him, and hope that Welling will lead to his boss.
The problem is that if Jensen tries to find a phone to warn K, he will lose Welling. There is a pen and an old envelope in the glove compartment, so Jensen writes a quick note and the license plate number on it while he carefully inserts his car two vehicles behind his prey on the busy street. Driving with one hand, he takes off his left shoe to get the little homing beacon hidden in his heel and slips the small electronic device in the envelope. Fortunately, the traffic makes it relatively easy to follow Welling through it all, and happy with his clever idea, Jensen throws the envelope out of the car and on the curb, knowing the Agency will come to investigate if the beacon stops moving for too long.
Little did he know: two minutes later, someone tosses the envelope in the trash and the garbage truck just happens to be around the corner.
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As long as they were in the city, it was easy to be careful and hide his presence. But now that they are on the road following the coast of New Providence Island, Jensen has clearly been spotted. The fact is confirmed when the passenger of the Thunderbird starts shooting at him. Jensen curses, but two can play this game. He pushes a button on the console that arms the machine guns that rise out of their hidden compartments, firing at the car that now zigzags before him.
That shooter is a problem, so Jensen steps on the gas and brings the Aston Martin flush to the Thunderbird driver's side and unlocks the telescoping tire slashing mechanism. It's hard to drive and align the car properly and before he has any success, he notices that the passenger has foolishly climbed out on top of the other car and jumps into his own. The moment it takes Jensen to keep the Aston Martin under control is enough for the man to hit his wrist and Jensen's gun flies out of the car.
Murray, Jensen realizes, as he points his gun to Jensen's temple and laughs.
Jensen shakes his head.
"I liked you better with your mask, Murray, at least you were handsome."
The blond scowls.
"Shut up. Anyway, got you now, Ackles!"
Jensen smirks at him.
"I wouldn't be so sure!"
He then flips the switch that makes the whole passenger seat, and its occupant, eject forcefully out of the car, sending them tumbling to the side of the road. Jensen smiles, but there is still the matter of the Thunderbird hot on his heels, and now Welling's firing at him. Since he's unarmed, Jensen decides to break free by creating a smoke screen followed by oil on the road. In his rear view mirror, he sees the Thunderbird spinning out of control.
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He's pleased to be handed a key to the luxury suite when he gets back to the hotel. At least K knows how to soothe the blow of the earlier mess. Jensen enters the darkened room, turns on the lights and tosses down his key before removing his jacket and empty holster. He picks up the phone and dial 0
"Room service. How can we help you, Mr. Ackles?"
"Uh, breakfast for one at nine, please... Green figs, yogurt, coffee, very black... Thank you."
"It's noted, Mr. Ackles."
Jensen sets down the phone, removes his tie and walks to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt. This day just didn't go as he wished and he needs to relax. He opens the tap on the bathtub and starts to undress but stops when he hears a soft noise. He glances around, sees nothing. But there is a louder noise coming from the suite, so he wraps a towel around his waist, shuts off the water and leaves the bathroom. Jensen curses inwardly: he should have taken the other gun out of his suitcase.
The French doors of the bedroom are open, and in the moonlight Jensen sees a naked Jay slipping into bed and wrapping the sheet around himself. It's a sight to behold and Jensen just gapes a bit, his brain sort of freezing up in a very good way. Jay looks at him and smirks.
"You look surprised. I thought you were expecting me."
Jensen smiles and climbs onto the bed, eying Jay's magnificent chest and perfectly toned stomach as he crawls all the way up his body until he straddles his narrow hips.
"Honestly? No. But I am certainly glad you came."
Jay smiles and puts his hand on Jensen's neck, pulling him down for a kiss, hard and demanding. Jay moans softly and Jensen grinds his hips, feeling the hard erection matching his own just there, waiting to be touched. Jay's hands slide down his back and he pulls at the towel until he can toss it aside and grab Jensen's ass, holding him close as he arches up, seeking friction. It feels incredible, and since a body that gorgeous needs to be explored, Jensen leaves Jay's mouth to nip and lick at his jaw and throat, slowly making his way down.
He could not have wished for a better way to end the day.
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The next morning, Jensen finds out that yogurt and figs taste even better than usual eaten off Jay. Just saying.
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All the new information that K, Jay and he collected converges: Dr. Gay's headquarters in all probability are on an apparently deserted island just off New Providence. Jensen rents a little boat from a local fisherman for some undercover recon. There is no sign of activity on the island, though. He's caught two nice mahi-mahis and a mild sunburn when a cigarette boat appears and approaches the small island at high speed.
The engine is killed before it gets to the shore and the man that gets out to tie the boat to an old pier is clearly Welling, confirming their suspicions. Jensen curses when he sees the second man who arranges a camouflage net over it. Murray. Again. The man is worse than a cockroach. He had hoped the little shit had sprained his neck when tossed out of the car.
The two men disappear between rocks a few feet from the deck, providing an explanation of why there is no sign of life on the island. They are just hiding under it.
Jensen puts on his diving gear and double-checks the contents of his waterproof bag. He has enough C4 to blow this little island to the Seychelles if he wants to. He adjusts the small air supply gadget in his mouth and lowers the underwater jet pack into the ocean before jumping in next to it. With the aid of the propeller, it takes only a couple of minutes of zooming through schools of colorful fishes before Jensen reaches the shore and climbs carefully out of the water beside the hidden cave entrance. He strips off the dry suit and hides it behind a rock when suddenly he's struck by a hard blow that brings him to his knees with a violent pain in his skull. The world gets blindingly red before turning black.
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Jensen slowly comes to, lying in the darkness on a metal table with his arms and legs tied to it. His head is pounding with a colossal headache and he takes a moment to silently curse, infuriated that he was dumb enough to get caught.
The lights come on with a swooshing sound and their intensity makes his head throb even more. He looks to the side, and there is Rosenbaum, dressed in ridiculous mauve silk pajamas, with a white cat in the crook of his arm. The big Kahuna, finally. Jensen sees Welling and Murray behind him in the little control room, plus several other guards.
"Good evening, double-o-seven." The bald man says, walking until he’s next to the table, looking at Jensen with an appreciative glance.
"My name is Jensen Ackles."
Dr Gay points to something behind his head and Jensen glances up: a laser gun, aimed at him.
"Look at my new toy! It's so shiny, don't you agree?" He looks at it adoringly, then raises his voice a bit. "Baby? Turn it on!" He says and Welling flips a switch.
The barrel of the laser gun moves down Jensen's torso. He raises himself onto his elbows and looks at it, noting blue coils gleaming as it keeps moving downwards. The barrel of the laser gun comes to rest, aiming between Jensen's legs. Suddenly the laser light goes on, gleaming red.
Jensen looks down at it and sees that the laser beam starts cutting the outer edge of the tabletop. Holy. Shit.
Dr. Gay looks down too, smiling. There is nothing funny there for Jensen though, as he watches the laser beam moving slowly upward and continuing to burn through the tabletop.
"I am not happy to find you here, Mister Ackles. I have a feeling you want to get in the way of my fabulous project to make the world a better place."
Jensen looks up at Dr. Gay then down at his legs, where the laser beam is moving steadily toward his crotch. For God's sake, the man is crazy! He lets him speak, subtly trying to pull on his restraints to no avail.
"I will not let anyone get in my way, no matter how pretty they are. And I don't understand why you want to, anyway, Mister Ackles, as we've seen you with that handsome man."
Jensen looks at Dr. Gay then down at his crotch again. He's starting to sweat and he thinks that it's maybe not the time to say that he's an equal opportunity kind of guy. He likes Jay, a whole lot, but he loves pussy too. But what is really fucking important right now is that the laser beam is getting dangerously close to parts he really doesn't want to see burn.
"I think you've made your point, Rosenbaum. Thank you for the demonstration."
Dr. Gay squints, studying the beam and looking way too closely at where it's going for Jensen’s comfort.
"Choose your next witticism carefully, Mister Ackles. It may be your last."
The laser beam continues cutting upwards. Jensen looks at it then up at Dr. Gay. He must make it stop, now. Dr. Gay continues
"I will not let you ruin everything. Good night, Mister Ackles."
And he turns away. The damn laser beam keeps cutting and it doesn't seem that the freak will make it stop. But what is the purpose? Torture only? A power trip? Maybe he wants info? Jensen tries to keep his voice cool and collected as he addresses Dr. Gay's back.
"Do you expect me to talk?"
Dr. Gay stops on the steps leading to the control room and looks down, petting his cat and smiling.
"No, Mister Ackles. I expect you to die! Anyway, there is nothing you can talk to me about that can save your life."
Jensen can't believe that's true, that he's going to end this way and pulls on his bonds again. He tries his best to think of something to say, something that will stop this. He can feel the heat of the laser on the inside of his thighs... it will soon be too late. He calls out
"You're forgetting one thing!"
Dr. Gay and Welling turn to look at him.
"If I fail to report, double-o-eight replaces me!"
Dr. Gay cackles.
"I trust he will be more successful!"
He touches Welling's arm and they turn away. Jensen looks down at the laser beam again. It keeps cutting toward his crotch. And that is simply not acceptable. Not at all.
"Well, he knows what I know!"
Dr. Gay looks back, shaking his head.
"You know nothing, Mister Ackles!"
"I know everything about the baby, and the first thing he'll do is make sure it won't happen." Jensen bluffs.
Welling freezes and looks at Jensen, but Dr. Gay keeps his cool. Rosenbaum watches the laser beam about to slice into him with his head tilted to the side. Finally, after excruciating seconds when Jensen thinks his life is over, (Because why go on emasculated? He's going to deep throat his gun even if he survives.) Dr. Gay replies.
"You're lying."
Jensen is exasperated. He wiggles on the table, trying to inch back from the threat. Dr. Gay steps forward smugly, eyes fixed on his crotch, the sadistic fuck.
"Can you afford to take that chance?" Jensen says, praying to Gods he usually dismisses.
Dr. Gay hesitates, and Jensen wonders - could he be right about a possible ass baby? Jensen looks at the table and he's this close to begging. The beam keeps cutting.
They stare at each other for precious seconds before Dr. Gay smiles, relenting. He turns and snaps his fingers at his assistants. To Jensen's supreme relief, the laser beam switches off. If he didn't have a reputation to keep, he'd yell "Thank God!" instead of thinking it very very hard.
Dr. Gay gives his cat to Welling, comes back down the steps and approaches the table. He runs a finger up Jensen's leg then over his stomach with a wicked smile.
"You are quite right, Mister Ackles. You are worth more to me alive."
He then gestures to Murray, who raises a raises a large pistol and points it at Jensen's chest with a vicious smile. Dr. Gay looks on smugly as Murray aims and shoots.
Jensen stares the tranquilizer dart in the middle of his chest just before he falls unconscious. Again.
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This time when he comes to, he's tied to a chair and the first thing he can focus on is Murray, leaning on the opposite wall. Jensen groans.
"Don't you ever go away?"
Murray laughs while he draws out a long knife and starts playing with it. Maybe he thinks he looks more menacing that way.
"You wish, Ackles. You're lucky to be alive."
Jensen rolls his eyes at the lack of imagination of the retort. He tries pulling on the ropes, but they are quite tight and he's not going anywhere.
"So..." Jensen asks, curious. "He really turned you gay? I remember you'd hit on every pretty girl, especially the ones who weren't legal."
Murray laughs.
"You're one to talk, Ackles! But yeah, I see what's best for everyone now. Women are nothing but trouble anyway."
He walks towards the prisoner and drags his thumb on Jensen lower lip, who hides a shiver of disgust the best he can. Murray's voice is low and raspy.
"I finally get what they all see in you Ackles. God that mouth..."
Jensen smirks.
"Not sure your boss would be happy if you damage the goods."
Murray sight deeply and pouts.
"Yeah. You're right. Unless you don't tell him?"
He almost looks hopeful and Jensen wonders like he has many times in the years he's known the man how someone can be that stupid. Because... ewwww.
Jensen sees his bag in the corner of the cell and decides to try something. He bats his eyelashes, looks down, then back up at Murray.
"You know Chad, I don't know how long I've been here, but at this point I'd do anything for a cigarette."
Murray's eyes widen at that and Jensen licks his lips for emphasis. He stutters.
"Re.. Really? But I don't have any! The Doctor doesn't want us to smoke."
Jensen points to the black duffel with his chin.
"I think I have one left, if that's my bag..."
Murray falls for it and nearly skids in his haste to get to the bag, opens it and rummages inside before producing the battered pack. He shows it triumphantly.
"Ah ha!"
Jensen smiles.
"Good. Come on Chad. Once I've had my smoke, I'll give you the best blowjob ever, you'll see."
Murray fumbles with the lighter and it takes 5 attempts before he's able to light the cigarette. But he has a moment of doubt that makes Jensen nervous.
"If you try to bite me, I'll kill you."
Jensen shakes his head and tries to look as innocent as he can, biting his lower lip.
"No, no, I swear. Give it to me, please. I'll be nice."
Murray, reassured, comes over and slips the little cylinder in Jensen's mouth, who takes a long drag. He really needed that. But as he exhales, he bites hard on the filter to unclench the hidden firing mechanism. Murray, who was hovering in front of him with a predatory expression gapes when he's hit in the middle of the forehead by the bullet and falls to the floor in a heap. Jensen huffs. One less stupid person in the world, and he's not sorry that it's this one!
Jensen eyes the distance to Murray's knife and twists his chair little by little until he can position it, falls backward and starts cutting his bonds. He needs to get moving.
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Those people had way too much faith in the late Murray if they thought he was enough of a guard for him, Jensen thinks as he manages to silently make his way through the bunker. The other thugs seem to be busy packing up: they are probably leaving this base of operation now that it has been discovered.
If Dr. Gay manages to get away, who knows where he'll go? This is the best chance to destroy the Gay Bomb and possibly get the loon arrested or terminated. Jensen finally finds the room with the laser again, and shivers just looking at it. That had been way too close. But since this is the place Rosenbaum kept his shiny new toy, as he had called it, there is a big chance the Gay Bomb is somewhere in there too.
Indeed, he sees Dr. Gay now dressed in peach-colored silk pajamas with his cat in his arms, directing Welling who is busy loading green fluorescent vials into the body of a rocket-like device. Jensen winces. They must be planning to turn the world queer right this moment instead of waiting for the billion dollar ransom they asked for from the G8. Since the control room is right there on his left, Jensen goes over to have a look. A big pink computer screen flashes from "loading biomaterial" to "ready to launch" just as Dr. Gay closes the panel on the side of the rocket.
There are also several cardboard cases on a dolly and Jensen has a quick look inside: they are filled with black bound books. Flipping through one Jensen sees pages after pages of illegible scribbling in sparkly ink surrounding messy plans and long formulas and almost everywhere little hearts surrounding the name Tom or Tommy.
Jensen smiles: if he sabotages the control room it means not only stopping the launching, but on top of it he'll get to destroy Dr. Gay's records! He starts setting explosives and timers around the room while keeping an eye on the two men coming towards him now. Just as he finishes, Welling and his boss are in the doorway.
"Oh my God, what is he doing here!" exclaims Rosenbaum.
Welling is quick to draw his gun, pointing it right at Jensen who's doing the same.
"I'm in your control room, exploding your evil plans." Jensen says with a smirk.
Dr. Gay hides behind his assistant.
"You have no right to do that Ackles, SPECTRE will rule the world! Stop him Tommy! He's not nice, not nice at all! I let him live and see what he does!"
"Don't worry Mikey, we're going to be okay."
Just as Jensen is about to say "no, you’re about to die" (because he really resents that one, and the whole laser deal, seriously), Tom suddenly grabs the cat from Dr. Gay and throws it in his face. Jensen is distracted by the hissing, claws and fur, and half sees Welling pushing Rosenbaum out of the room.
"Puffy!!!!" He shrieks.
"Come on Mike, we gotta go!"
Jensen manages to get the damn cat off him, and follows them into an empty corridor. He curses, watching the cat run swiftly away. He'd better destroy the Gay Bomb, just in case there is a remote launching device somewhere. Jensen returns to the experiment room and sets multiple charges of C4 all over the place, including several on the laser gun, just to be safe.
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Jensen is getting the hell out of dodge with the help of an underwater jet pack when a series of explosions makes a deep rumbling sound and a massive shock wave sends him spinning. Fortunately, he's far enough from the island that no debris hits him, but he loses his grip on the propeller and surfaces, gasping for air.
In the distance, he can see Dr. Gay's cigarette boat, getting away with several people in it. Dr. Gay made it out then. K will not be happy about that. But his mission was to destroy the Gay Bomb, and looking towards the island he watches while it caves on itself, burying the device securely below tons and tons of rocks and jungle.
He's getting ready for a long swim home when he sees a white yacht, cruising slowly in between the waste now littering the ocean. There is a tall figure navigating it, scanning the ocean with binoculars. Jay, Jensen thinks with big grin and a warm feeling spreads in his gut. When Jay looks his way, Jensen waves.
Jay steers the boat closer and Jensen is soon hauled inside. Jay looks worried as Jensen catches his breath, sprawled on the boat's floor.
"Damn, Jensen, are you okay? I thought you'd exploded with the island there for a second."
Jensen laughs, looking up at six and a half feet of tanned Texan in very short bathing trunks. He really looks amazing. He makes a sign with his finger, so Jay comes closer.
"I'm perfectly fine, Jay. Now come over here a sec."
Jay smiles at that and kneels, straddling Jensen and bending down for a kiss. Jensen loses himself in the feel of it, the taste of his mouth and heat of his body. With a sigh he twines his fingers in Jay's hair as the boat rocks slowly from side to side, bobbing gently on the waves.
The End.
The boys will be back in round 2 of reel_spn in the sequel, "Gaymaker" on your screen soon! (if I grab the prompt, of course ;) )
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