AU RPS: Learning To Ride 2/?
Title: Learning To Ride
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Sandy , Chad, Mike, Tom.
Rating: Overall NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Jared lives on his grandparents' ranch and his life is pretty simple and straight forward until his grandpa hires a new stable hand...
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: AU.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Notes: I blame this fic entirely on sasskitten! She like held a gun to my head and forced me to write cowboy!porn... Of course the fic then developed plot and now it's a little verse of its own. *sighs*
Chapter Specific Notes: Uh... No, I got nothing. :0P
Chapter Two
Once school was out, Jared kissed Sandy goodbye and loaded his bags into his ratty old pickup. It had Padalecki Ranch in flowing script on the hood and it was a hand down from his grandpa. Still, having his own car meant freedom so he didn’t complain about the rust or the fading colors. His grandparents did as good as they could and he loved them for it.
They hadn’t been expecting being saddled with a teenaged son when they were both into their sixties, but they had still done a great job of raising him. Thinking it made Jared feel terribly guilty, but even though he missed his parents, living with his grandparents was the happiest he’d ever been. His father, a missionary priest, had been harsh and judgemental and his mother had never dared go against his will.
Sandy had once asked him if there maybe was something in his upbringing that made it hard for Jared to accept his own sexuality and he’d given her the duh look at that. His father had been full of opinions and his speech peppered liberally with references to Sodom, Gomorra and mortal sins. When he’d first moved in with John and Mary, he’d expected them to hand him the Rules, like the rules his father had set up for him, but they hadn’t.
Instead they hugged him, kissed him and told him to do whatever he wanted within reasonable limits. Over the years he’d figured that they’d never really liked his father or what he’d done to their daughter. Sure they went to church, but their God was not the god of brimstones and punishments that Jared's father had prayed to. He was a gentle, caring soul, whose door stood open for anyone.
They’d never said a word when Jared stopped going to church and they had never judged him for it. In their opinion, everyone knew God in their own way and they saw no reason to force their religion on Jared. It had been the first time that Jared realized that his grandparents loved him, really loved him, without expecting anything back and he’d cried himself to sleep for weeks, knowing that he’d finally found his way home.
Leaving the crowded city behind him and driving out on the countryside never failed to cheer Jared up. He wasn’t a city boy, had never really been, and life on the ranch suited him like a glove. Well actually better than a glove since most gloves chafed on his large hands. Knowing he wouldn’t be going back for another two days cheered him up even more. Bud’s was a roadside dive not too far from the ranch that they had found one day while out cruising in Chad’s cab, and as Chad said, once you’d gone Bud’s you’d never turn back.
Chad and Mike loved it because it was nothing like the bars they were used to, and Jared and Tom loved it because it was just like home. Sandy generally went where Jared did, preferring to hang out with her gay boyfriend to hanging out with her girlfriends. Besides, she loved all the attention she got from all the boys whenever they went out, basking in it like the attention whore she really was. They had all figured out that Jared and Sandy’s relationship wasn’t quite what it looked to be and Jared didn’t mind them hitting on her as long as she didn’t.
Soon enough he was parking his truck next to his grandpa’s at the ranch parking lot, admiring the newest addition to the plethora of cars parked there on any given day. It was a midnight black Chevy Impala that he assumed belonged to the new help. He slid out of the truck and into the glaring sunlight, bringing his bag of books and whatnots with him. It really was too hot for comfort and despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, he felt completely overdressed.
Jared was always warm, no matter how cold it was outside or inside, he was like a furnace, heat oozing out of his pores. Sandy found it adorable and told him he could get a job as an electric blanket any day, Jared just considered it one of the many quirks that made up his person. Combining his inner heat with the outer heat, though, made him feel like he was close to boiling.
Sadie and Harley came running at him from the front porch, tails wagging and tongues hanging out of their mouths, apparently they didn’t like the heat any more than he did. He crouched down and opened his arms for their onslaught, laughing when they slobbered all over him, dry paws scratching at his arms.
“Easy,” he chided when Sadie almost pushed him over in her attempts to get closer, and then he fell flat on his ass when both dogs suddenly took off in the opposite direction barking happily.
“Hey Jared,” John called out from the direction of the stables and Jared looked up. “Come and say hi to the new help.”
Jared scrambled to his feet, dusting his jeans off as well as he could. The dogs were milling around his grandpa and the new guy, whoring themselves for attention but as soon as they noticed he was back on his feet they charged, managing to knock him over again in a flurry of paws and wagging tails. He pushed at them from his sprawl, unable to stop laughing for long enough to actually get them off him.
“You need a hand?” an unfamiliar honey soft voice said from above him and Jared looked up, blinking against the sunlight.
His first thought was green, the second freckles and the third damn. Standing above him was the most gorgeous guy Jared had ever laid his eyes on and he was grinning, showing off a set of even, pearly white teeth. Jared managed to shove Harley off his chest and accepted the hand that the guy was offering him - clambering to his feet in a less than graceful manner.
“Wow,” the guy said, looking up at him. “You’re tall.”
Jared grinned, wiping his hands on his thighs. “Yeah, people keep saying that.”
“Jensen Ackles,” the guy said, offering Jared his hand again.
“Jared Padalecki,” Jared responded, shaking the hand offered to him. “Is that your Impala in the lot? Sweet ride, man.”
Jensen grinned even wider. “Sure is. She’s my baby.”
“I could tell,” Jared said grinning back. “She had that look of a car that someone spends way too much time caressing.”
Jensen laughed and Jared figured that it might just be the best sound ever. He looked down and realized that he was still holding Jensen’s hand, letting it go with a slight blush.
“So… uh… you’re gonna work here now,” he said, wiping his sweaty palms on his already dirty t-shirt.
“Yeah,” Jensen said. “At least until Chuck is back on his feet.”
“Might be longer, too,” John said, walking up to them. “We’ve been thinking about getting more permanent help, to take the load off Jared's shoulders.”
“I don’t mind, Grandpa,” Jared muttered in embarrassment. “You know I don’t.”
“So John tells me you’re in college,” Jensen said. “What are you studying?”
“Business,” Jared said.
“He’s gonna take over the ranch one day,” John said, clasping his hand on Jared's shoulder. “And the way things are looking… Well, you need to have head for more than cows and horses these days.”
Jared swallowed, looking up at Jensen through his bangs to find those green gold eyes locked on his face. Oh Jared was gay alright, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay with a fucking cherry on top. There was no denying that the feeling making his stomach tighten and his cock harden was desire. Jensen had found Jared's libido, it had been hiding in the flash between smiles.
“Good for you, man,” Jensen said, as if he hadn’t seen the naked lust on Jared's face. “I never had much patience for school myself.”
Jared forced a smile and shrugged. “I guess it’s not for everyone.”
“Always so modest, our Jayred,” John said. “Well, we better get on with the tour, Jensen, or we’ll be later for dinner.”
“See you later,” Jensen said as John led him off towards the paddock.
“See you later,” Jared mimicked, feeling as if he was about to faint from the way all his blood had run south.
He picked up the bag that he’d dropped on the ground at his feet and hurried up to the main building. Leaving the dogs in the shadow outside, he
called out a brief hello to his grandmother before more or less running upstairs to his room. As soon as he had his back to the door of his room, he slipped his hand into his pants, palming his prominent erection.
It felt surreal to be touching himself in the middle of the afternoon; it hadn’t happened in years, but damn if it didn’t feel good. There wasn’t even time to get his pants open before a few rough tugs had him coming like a fucking freight train, whimpering with the force of it as he creamed his pants. Jared wasn’t asexual; he’d just been waiting for Jensen fucking Ackles to show up.
Chapter Three
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Sandy , Chad, Mike, Tom.
Rating: Overall NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Jared lives on his grandparents' ranch and his life is pretty simple and straight forward until his grandpa hires a new stable hand...
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: AU.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Notes: I blame this fic entirely on sasskitten! She like held a gun to my head and forced me to write cowboy!porn... Of course the fic then developed plot and now it's a little verse of its own. *sighs*
Chapter Specific Notes: Uh... No, I got nothing. :0P
Chapter Two
Once school was out, Jared kissed Sandy goodbye and loaded his bags into his ratty old pickup. It had Padalecki Ranch in flowing script on the hood and it was a hand down from his grandpa. Still, having his own car meant freedom so he didn’t complain about the rust or the fading colors. His grandparents did as good as they could and he loved them for it.
They hadn’t been expecting being saddled with a teenaged son when they were both into their sixties, but they had still done a great job of raising him. Thinking it made Jared feel terribly guilty, but even though he missed his parents, living with his grandparents was the happiest he’d ever been. His father, a missionary priest, had been harsh and judgemental and his mother had never dared go against his will.
Sandy had once asked him if there maybe was something in his upbringing that made it hard for Jared to accept his own sexuality and he’d given her the duh look at that. His father had been full of opinions and his speech peppered liberally with references to Sodom, Gomorra and mortal sins. When he’d first moved in with John and Mary, he’d expected them to hand him the Rules, like the rules his father had set up for him, but they hadn’t.
Instead they hugged him, kissed him and told him to do whatever he wanted within reasonable limits. Over the years he’d figured that they’d never really liked his father or what he’d done to their daughter. Sure they went to church, but their God was not the god of brimstones and punishments that Jared's father had prayed to. He was a gentle, caring soul, whose door stood open for anyone.
They’d never said a word when Jared stopped going to church and they had never judged him for it. In their opinion, everyone knew God in their own way and they saw no reason to force their religion on Jared. It had been the first time that Jared realized that his grandparents loved him, really loved him, without expecting anything back and he’d cried himself to sleep for weeks, knowing that he’d finally found his way home.
Leaving the crowded city behind him and driving out on the countryside never failed to cheer Jared up. He wasn’t a city boy, had never really been, and life on the ranch suited him like a glove. Well actually better than a glove since most gloves chafed on his large hands. Knowing he wouldn’t be going back for another two days cheered him up even more. Bud’s was a roadside dive not too far from the ranch that they had found one day while out cruising in Chad’s cab, and as Chad said, once you’d gone Bud’s you’d never turn back.
Chad and Mike loved it because it was nothing like the bars they were used to, and Jared and Tom loved it because it was just like home. Sandy generally went where Jared did, preferring to hang out with her gay boyfriend to hanging out with her girlfriends. Besides, she loved all the attention she got from all the boys whenever they went out, basking in it like the attention whore she really was. They had all figured out that Jared and Sandy’s relationship wasn’t quite what it looked to be and Jared didn’t mind them hitting on her as long as she didn’t.
Soon enough he was parking his truck next to his grandpa’s at the ranch parking lot, admiring the newest addition to the plethora of cars parked there on any given day. It was a midnight black Chevy Impala that he assumed belonged to the new help. He slid out of the truck and into the glaring sunlight, bringing his bag of books and whatnots with him. It really was too hot for comfort and despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, he felt completely overdressed.
Jared was always warm, no matter how cold it was outside or inside, he was like a furnace, heat oozing out of his pores. Sandy found it adorable and told him he could get a job as an electric blanket any day, Jared just considered it one of the many quirks that made up his person. Combining his inner heat with the outer heat, though, made him feel like he was close to boiling.
Sadie and Harley came running at him from the front porch, tails wagging and tongues hanging out of their mouths, apparently they didn’t like the heat any more than he did. He crouched down and opened his arms for their onslaught, laughing when they slobbered all over him, dry paws scratching at his arms.
“Easy,” he chided when Sadie almost pushed him over in her attempts to get closer, and then he fell flat on his ass when both dogs suddenly took off in the opposite direction barking happily.
“Hey Jared,” John called out from the direction of the stables and Jared looked up. “Come and say hi to the new help.”
Jared scrambled to his feet, dusting his jeans off as well as he could. The dogs were milling around his grandpa and the new guy, whoring themselves for attention but as soon as they noticed he was back on his feet they charged, managing to knock him over again in a flurry of paws and wagging tails. He pushed at them from his sprawl, unable to stop laughing for long enough to actually get them off him.
“You need a hand?” an unfamiliar honey soft voice said from above him and Jared looked up, blinking against the sunlight.
His first thought was green, the second freckles and the third damn. Standing above him was the most gorgeous guy Jared had ever laid his eyes on and he was grinning, showing off a set of even, pearly white teeth. Jared managed to shove Harley off his chest and accepted the hand that the guy was offering him - clambering to his feet in a less than graceful manner.
“Wow,” the guy said, looking up at him. “You’re tall.”
Jared grinned, wiping his hands on his thighs. “Yeah, people keep saying that.”
“Jensen Ackles,” the guy said, offering Jared his hand again.
“Jared Padalecki,” Jared responded, shaking the hand offered to him. “Is that your Impala in the lot? Sweet ride, man.”
Jensen grinned even wider. “Sure is. She’s my baby.”
“I could tell,” Jared said grinning back. “She had that look of a car that someone spends way too much time caressing.”
Jensen laughed and Jared figured that it might just be the best sound ever. He looked down and realized that he was still holding Jensen’s hand, letting it go with a slight blush.
“So… uh… you’re gonna work here now,” he said, wiping his sweaty palms on his already dirty t-shirt.
“Yeah,” Jensen said. “At least until Chuck is back on his feet.”
“Might be longer, too,” John said, walking up to them. “We’ve been thinking about getting more permanent help, to take the load off Jared's shoulders.”
“I don’t mind, Grandpa,” Jared muttered in embarrassment. “You know I don’t.”
“So John tells me you’re in college,” Jensen said. “What are you studying?”
“Business,” Jared said.
“He’s gonna take over the ranch one day,” John said, clasping his hand on Jared's shoulder. “And the way things are looking… Well, you need to have head for more than cows and horses these days.”
Jared swallowed, looking up at Jensen through his bangs to find those green gold eyes locked on his face. Oh Jared was gay alright, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay with a fucking cherry on top. There was no denying that the feeling making his stomach tighten and his cock harden was desire. Jensen had found Jared's libido, it had been hiding in the flash between smiles.
“Good for you, man,” Jensen said, as if he hadn’t seen the naked lust on Jared's face. “I never had much patience for school myself.”
Jared forced a smile and shrugged. “I guess it’s not for everyone.”
“Always so modest, our Jayred,” John said. “Well, we better get on with the tour, Jensen, or we’ll be later for dinner.”
“See you later,” Jensen said as John led him off towards the paddock.
“See you later,” Jared mimicked, feeling as if he was about to faint from the way all his blood had run south.
He picked up the bag that he’d dropped on the ground at his feet and hurried up to the main building. Leaving the dogs in the shadow outside, he
called out a brief hello to his grandmother before more or less running upstairs to his room. As soon as he had his back to the door of his room, he slipped his hand into his pants, palming his prominent erection.
It felt surreal to be touching himself in the middle of the afternoon; it hadn’t happened in years, but damn if it didn’t feel good. There wasn’t even time to get his pants open before a few rough tugs had him coming like a fucking freight train, whimpering with the force of it as he creamed his pants. Jared wasn’t asexual; he’d just been waiting for Jensen fucking Ackles to show up.
Chapter Three