AU RPS: Learning To Ride 4/?
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: Again with the shortness... but I don't think you'll hate me. :0)
Banner by the lovely titheniel
Chapter Four
Jared was drunk, completely and irrevocably trashed. There were three Sandy’s giggling around him, and Mike seemed to have gotten a twin in the last hour. He couldn’t stand up without help and all he really wanted was to curl up in his bed and let the alcohol wipe every jumbled thought from his mind. Jared rarely drank more than a couple of beers, three at the most, because he was always the designated driver, but tonight he’d been unable to stop himself from downing everything Chad put by his hand.
None of the others were in a much better state, and after ordering a cab for the city folk, Sandy called John. It was a rare thing that Jared got so drunk that his grandpa had to pick him up, but it did happen occasionally and John never gave him a hard time about it. He’d told Jared once that he’d rather see Jared calling him for a ride than attempting to drive himself, and that he was old enough to get crazy drunk if he wanted to.
It took both Tom and Mike to get Jared's swaying self outside, but once they got him on the front steps they left him with Sandy as his only anchor, skipping back inside. All of Jared's friends but Sandy were unreasonably afraid of his grandfather, after he’d chewed Chad out once for being irresponsible in one way or another. Jared couldn’t even remember what Chad had done any longer and he supposed it didn’t matter. John had gotten a brimstone and sulphur reputation among his friends, and Jared found that he didn’t really mind.
Whenever he wanted out of something inane that his friends had thought up, he said that John had plans for him and never met with any arguments. Sometimes he preferred a slow night at home to being dragged to every strip joint in San Antonio, but the guys would never understand that.
“You okay?” Sandy asked when he almost toppled over from trying to look at the stars.
“Peachy,” he said, going almost cross eyed as he tried to focus on two things at once.
“I mean with the gay thing,” she said softly.
Jared blinked, tilting his head to the side. “I dunno,” he slurred, his father’s voice rising unbidden in his mind, speaking of sins and punishments. “I jus… dunno.”
Sandy smiled, squeezing his arm. “It’s okay,” she said, guiding his head to rest on her shoulder. “He was wrong, you know.”
Jared frowned, he hadn’t said anything about his father out loud, but maybe Sandy had read it on his face. Had he been able to string the words together, he would have told her that the biggest problem was that he couldn’t shake the feeling that if his father had been alive, he would have hated him.
He was almost asleep, leaning against Sandy’s side with her hand carding through his hair, when he recognized the sound of his grandpa’s truck slowing to a stop somewhere nearby. The door opened and he listened to the sound of feet hitting the gravel and walking towards them. It wasn’t until Sandy whispered damn with awe in her voice that he opened his eyes.
Jensen was grinning down on them from what felt like impossibly far up. His jean clad legs seemed to go on forever and it took Jared quite a while to find his face, presented with so much body.
“Hey,” Jensen said. “You ready to go home?”
He managed to push himself into sitting position, almost tipping over in the opposite direction, until Sandy caught his shirt and pulled him back.
“More than ready,” Sandy said when Jared pulled a blank, staring at Jensen like he was the sun. “I’m Sandy, Jared's girlfriend,” she said, directing her words towards Jensen.
“Pleased to meet you, mam,” Jensen said, being all Texas charm and if he’d had a hat on Jared was sure he would have tipped it.
“Night, babe,” Sandy said to Jared, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “You be good now and don’t throw up in the car.”
“What’re you gonna do?” Jared asked, pulling himself to his feet with a firm grip on the railing.
She grinned, patting his ass. “Take Chad up on his offer to bunk at his place.”
Jared scrunched his face up. “Use protection,” he said, managing to move lower on the stairs without toppling over. “Many, many layers, or your girly parts will go green and fall off.”
Sandy’s ringing laughter followed him as he tripped down the rest of the stairs into Jensen’s arms. Jensen must have been ready for it, because he caught Jared against his body and steadied him without even taking a step back for balance.
“Easy there,” Jensen said, holding him close until Jared found his feet again. “No ruining the merchandise.”
Jared blinked, realizing that he was still clinging to Jensen’s neck and took a step back, letting him go. “Sorry,” he mumbled, not even daring to look at Jensen.
The amount of alcohol he’d consumed had apparently not affected his libido, because he was rock hard and fucking aching. Jensen moved to his side, slinging an arm around his waist and Jared found that it was the best thing ever. He wanted Jensen’s arm around his waist forever, especially if he could have his arm around Jensen’s shoulders and kind of lean into him a little like he was doing now.
“So,” Jensen said, as he helped Jared into the passenger seat. “I have to ask, because I’m a little bit confused… Is Sandy really your girlfriend?”
Jared would have answered if Jensen had not chose that moment to help him with the seatbelt, his arm brushing over the steel that was Jared's erection. Unable to stop himself, Jared groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting upwards in search of contact.
“Uhm,” Jensen said. “I’ll take that as… a no?”
Jared was blushing miserably, his eyes screwed shut so that he wouldn’t have to look at Jensen. He didn’t even know the guy and here he was humping his arm. Jensen’s arm shifted against Jared's lap again as the other man made a new attempt at fastening the seatbelt. Jared whimpered, grabbing on to the seat to keep himself from coming right there and then.
“You know,” Jensen said, his voice all smoke and heat. “If that’s what you want I got a whole lot more to offer than my elbow.”
Jared swallowed thickly, opening his eyes to look at Jensen, whose head was level with his shoulder.
“Why?” He asked.
Jensen chuckled, the sound going straight to Jared’s groin. “You think I didn’t feel the same thing you did yesterday? That wicked spark of attraction?”
Jared shook his head dumbly, unable to fathom why Jensen, or anyone, would feel that way about him. It must happen to Jensen pretty often, because who could look at him without wanting, but Jared was just an awkward kid.
“You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” Jensen asked, with another chuckle. “What kind of idiots go to that college of yours?”
Jared couldn’t come up with an answer for that either, just shaking his head, transfixed by Jensen’s half lidded eyes. A grin tugged at Jensen’s lips before he moved his arm and shut the door to the truck. Unbidden, Jared's own hand went to his crotch; he was too drunk and too worked up to be able to stop himself.
The door on the driver’s side opened, and Jensen slid in behind the wheel with a careless grace that Jared, in his intoxicated state, found really unfair. Jensen glanced over to him and groaned.
“Dear God,” he muttered. “Are you fucking trying to kill me?”
Jared blinked sluggishly, squeezing himself through his pants. Jensen swallowed and started the car, letting the engine run as he looked at Jared.
“Come on, Jay, baby,” Jensen purred, his voice resonating in Jared's chest. “Come for me pretty, ‘cause I’m not gonna be able to drive if you keep doing that.”
Jared groaned, arching up into his hand as Jensen’s soft purr of a voice pushed him over the edge. He came in deep trembling, really fucking embarrassed waves, before slumping over in the seat and passing out cold.
Chapter Five
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: Again with the shortness... but I don't think you'll hate me. :0)
Banner by the lovely titheniel
Chapter Four
Jared was drunk, completely and irrevocably trashed. There were three Sandy’s giggling around him, and Mike seemed to have gotten a twin in the last hour. He couldn’t stand up without help and all he really wanted was to curl up in his bed and let the alcohol wipe every jumbled thought from his mind. Jared rarely drank more than a couple of beers, three at the most, because he was always the designated driver, but tonight he’d been unable to stop himself from downing everything Chad put by his hand.
None of the others were in a much better state, and after ordering a cab for the city folk, Sandy called John. It was a rare thing that Jared got so drunk that his grandpa had to pick him up, but it did happen occasionally and John never gave him a hard time about it. He’d told Jared once that he’d rather see Jared calling him for a ride than attempting to drive himself, and that he was old enough to get crazy drunk if he wanted to.
It took both Tom and Mike to get Jared's swaying self outside, but once they got him on the front steps they left him with Sandy as his only anchor, skipping back inside. All of Jared's friends but Sandy were unreasonably afraid of his grandfather, after he’d chewed Chad out once for being irresponsible in one way or another. Jared couldn’t even remember what Chad had done any longer and he supposed it didn’t matter. John had gotten a brimstone and sulphur reputation among his friends, and Jared found that he didn’t really mind.
Whenever he wanted out of something inane that his friends had thought up, he said that John had plans for him and never met with any arguments. Sometimes he preferred a slow night at home to being dragged to every strip joint in San Antonio, but the guys would never understand that.
“You okay?” Sandy asked when he almost toppled over from trying to look at the stars.
“Peachy,” he said, going almost cross eyed as he tried to focus on two things at once.
“I mean with the gay thing,” she said softly.
Jared blinked, tilting his head to the side. “I dunno,” he slurred, his father’s voice rising unbidden in his mind, speaking of sins and punishments. “I jus… dunno.”
Sandy smiled, squeezing his arm. “It’s okay,” she said, guiding his head to rest on her shoulder. “He was wrong, you know.”
Jared frowned, he hadn’t said anything about his father out loud, but maybe Sandy had read it on his face. Had he been able to string the words together, he would have told her that the biggest problem was that he couldn’t shake the feeling that if his father had been alive, he would have hated him.
He was almost asleep, leaning against Sandy’s side with her hand carding through his hair, when he recognized the sound of his grandpa’s truck slowing to a stop somewhere nearby. The door opened and he listened to the sound of feet hitting the gravel and walking towards them. It wasn’t until Sandy whispered damn with awe in her voice that he opened his eyes.
Jensen was grinning down on them from what felt like impossibly far up. His jean clad legs seemed to go on forever and it took Jared quite a while to find his face, presented with so much body.
“Hey,” Jensen said. “You ready to go home?”
He managed to push himself into sitting position, almost tipping over in the opposite direction, until Sandy caught his shirt and pulled him back.
“More than ready,” Sandy said when Jared pulled a blank, staring at Jensen like he was the sun. “I’m Sandy, Jared's girlfriend,” she said, directing her words towards Jensen.
“Pleased to meet you, mam,” Jensen said, being all Texas charm and if he’d had a hat on Jared was sure he would have tipped it.
“Night, babe,” Sandy said to Jared, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “You be good now and don’t throw up in the car.”
“What’re you gonna do?” Jared asked, pulling himself to his feet with a firm grip on the railing.
She grinned, patting his ass. “Take Chad up on his offer to bunk at his place.”
Jared scrunched his face up. “Use protection,” he said, managing to move lower on the stairs without toppling over. “Many, many layers, or your girly parts will go green and fall off.”
Sandy’s ringing laughter followed him as he tripped down the rest of the stairs into Jensen’s arms. Jensen must have been ready for it, because he caught Jared against his body and steadied him without even taking a step back for balance.
“Easy there,” Jensen said, holding him close until Jared found his feet again. “No ruining the merchandise.”
Jared blinked, realizing that he was still clinging to Jensen’s neck and took a step back, letting him go. “Sorry,” he mumbled, not even daring to look at Jensen.
The amount of alcohol he’d consumed had apparently not affected his libido, because he was rock hard and fucking aching. Jensen moved to his side, slinging an arm around his waist and Jared found that it was the best thing ever. He wanted Jensen’s arm around his waist forever, especially if he could have his arm around Jensen’s shoulders and kind of lean into him a little like he was doing now.
“So,” Jensen said, as he helped Jared into the passenger seat. “I have to ask, because I’m a little bit confused… Is Sandy really your girlfriend?”
Jared would have answered if Jensen had not chose that moment to help him with the seatbelt, his arm brushing over the steel that was Jared's erection. Unable to stop himself, Jared groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting upwards in search of contact.
“Uhm,” Jensen said. “I’ll take that as… a no?”
Jared was blushing miserably, his eyes screwed shut so that he wouldn’t have to look at Jensen. He didn’t even know the guy and here he was humping his arm. Jensen’s arm shifted against Jared's lap again as the other man made a new attempt at fastening the seatbelt. Jared whimpered, grabbing on to the seat to keep himself from coming right there and then.
“You know,” Jensen said, his voice all smoke and heat. “If that’s what you want I got a whole lot more to offer than my elbow.”
Jared swallowed thickly, opening his eyes to look at Jensen, whose head was level with his shoulder.
“Why?” He asked.
Jensen chuckled, the sound going straight to Jared’s groin. “You think I didn’t feel the same thing you did yesterday? That wicked spark of attraction?”
Jared shook his head dumbly, unable to fathom why Jensen, or anyone, would feel that way about him. It must happen to Jensen pretty often, because who could look at him without wanting, but Jared was just an awkward kid.
“You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” Jensen asked, with another chuckle. “What kind of idiots go to that college of yours?”
Jared couldn’t come up with an answer for that either, just shaking his head, transfixed by Jensen’s half lidded eyes. A grin tugged at Jensen’s lips before he moved his arm and shut the door to the truck. Unbidden, Jared's own hand went to his crotch; he was too drunk and too worked up to be able to stop himself.
The door on the driver’s side opened, and Jensen slid in behind the wheel with a careless grace that Jared, in his intoxicated state, found really unfair. Jensen glanced over to him and groaned.
“Dear God,” he muttered. “Are you fucking trying to kill me?”
Jared blinked sluggishly, squeezing himself through his pants. Jensen swallowed and started the car, letting the engine run as he looked at Jared.
“Come on, Jay, baby,” Jensen purred, his voice resonating in Jared's chest. “Come for me pretty, ‘cause I’m not gonna be able to drive if you keep doing that.”
Jared groaned, arching up into his hand as Jensen’s soft purr of a voice pushed him over the edge. He came in deep trembling, really fucking embarrassed waves, before slumping over in the seat and passing out cold.
Chapter Five