History is Written by the Victor - Part 7
History is Written by the Victor
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Chris/Steve, Tom/Mike
Category: M/M, AU, Futuristic (i.e. it is set in space!)
Summary: The Core planets have declared war on the Rim planets. When Captain Ackles and his squadron are taken prisoner by the enemy, their jailer turns out to be a young man called Jared. What will Jared do when Jensen's interrogation begins?
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Part Seven
Morgan’s office was getting a little crowded. He had called for a couple of medics to be sent up for the stirring prisoner on the floor and they were currently attending to his wounds. Tom had been summoned from the rec room. Runners had been sent to find Chris, Steve and Mack and all three had arrived minutes ago. Jeff remained sitting behind his desk, but everyone else had elected to remain standing.
Mack looked at the men in the room and raised one very peeved eyebrow. “This had better be good. I had almost sealed the deal on this hot little number when your runner dragged me away.”
“Are you trying to impress Captain Collins again?” Tom teased.
“Do you want me to remind everyone how you ‘seduced’ Mike?” The slight pinkness on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.
Tom grabbed her and covered her mouth with his hand. “No, no, no. That won’t be necessary!”
They all chuckled, but Jeff steered the conversation back to the matter at hand. “As amusing as that might prove to be, I’m afraid we’re here for a serious matter. We know who messed with your fighters.”
“This guy learning to breathe through his mouth again?” Steve asked, still somewhat amused.
“This is Tech Chief Tanner.” Mike told them with a terse nod.
“He’s on Captain Kreuk’s crew.” Jensen added.
“Does anyone know why Captain Kreuk might want you all out of the way?” Jeff wanted to know.
Several of them opened their mouths to speak, but Steve got in first. “This is my fault.”
“Like hell it is!” Chris growled.
“I was on her squadron when I was first assigned. I was pretty popular with the other pilots, and she saw this as undermining to her authority. When I went against her orders to save a pilot from another squadron, it was the last straw. She swore she would get me kicked out and that I would never fly again. She was part way to getting her wish when Jensen came along and formed this squadron. She wasn’t pleased.”
“Yeah, well, she wasn’t real pleased when I told her what I thought of her either. If Steve hadn’t swooped in when he did, I would be dead. Instead of realising what a hero he was, she fired him! She said I’d get mine, especially the way I fly.” Chris added somewhat grudgingly.
“And she probably doesn’t like me much either.” Tom went on. “She made it known that she would welcome me to her bed. When I refused, she felt humiliated. She’s taken every opportunity to be a bitch ever since.”
Mack spoke up next. “Yeah, she might see me as a rival to Misha’s affections too...”
Jensen was the last to speak. “I don’t know why, but she took an instant dislike to me. That didn’t improve when I pulled this squadron together. It got steadily worse as time went on because she doesn’t like our methods, my leadership style, or our ‘pretentious fighters’. She has told me, and anyone else who would listen, that the battle group would be well rid of our squadron.”
Jeff looked at each of them in turn. “Why didn’t anyone say anything?”
Jensen shrugged and answered for them all. “We didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“Your squadron has the best strike rate out of them all. You think it didn’t matter that one of your colleagues was bad-mouthing you to the rest?”
“No. Besides, many of them agree with her. They think we’re too reckless and that it is a danger to the rest of the fleet.”
“So she may not be in this alone?” Jeff asked, his head starting to ache at the thought that his Captains may have been conspiring to kill one another.
“She may not be in it at all.” Jared pointed out. “While she obviously dislikes you all, nothing you’ve said is enough to drive a person to murder.”
“Not a normal person.” Chris muttered.
“If I may interrupt, I think I have some information that may be of use to you.” A deep, smooth voice spoke from the doorway.
“Captain Collins.” Jeff nodded for him to enter further and speak up. “Tell us what you know.”
“My squadron was flying the quadrant nearest the planet where Black Squad went down. We all saw it and were commenting that that just wasn’t normal; a whole squad going down together like that. I was about to get on the comm and report it when we were distracted by another craft. We scrambled and almost shot at it before we realised it was one of our own. It was Captain Kreuk. And the rest of her squad was protecting the quadrant nearest the cruiser, so she was way out of her area. When I asked what she was doing, she said she had been following your fighters because they had looked ‘a little off’. I didn’t think anymore of it until I heard that Mike had been questioning all the tech crews.”
“It’s still circumstantial, but I think we have enough to get her to trap herself.” Jeff sighed. He really didn’t need these kinds of hassles in his fleet; not when they were barely hanging on to their victories with their fingertips. “Now, everyone get out of here so I can think.”
It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that Misha waited for Mack to walk past and then reached out for her arm. “Allison, would you care to join me in the Officer’s Bar?”
Mack blushed slightly, but accepted the invitation. Chris opened his mouth to tease, but Steve elbowed him in the side. They all smiled and followed the couple out. Except Jensen. Jared stopped and looked back at him, but Jensen indicated he should go ahead and they’d catch up in a minute. Jared gave a nod and left. Jensen turned to Jeff.
“Jeff?”
“Hmmm?” He was already planning his next steps, so it took a moment to realise Jensen had called him by his first name. That meant this was personal, not business, so he looked up. “Yes, Jensen?”
“I wanted to apologise.”
“What for?” Jeff frowned. Surely Jensen didn’t think this was his fault?
“For what I said about you...and Jared. I know you better than that, and it was wrong to take my anger out on you.” Jensen’s apologies were always softly spoken, but there was never any doubting their conviction.
Jeff smiled. “Jensen, I know you didn’t really believe it. I never gave it another thought. Apologise if you want, but I don’t hold it against you.”
“Thanks Jeff. You’ve been a good friend.”
Jeff waved it off and watched Jensen leave. He wondered what the Captain would have said if Jeff had admitted that it was Jensen himself that had always tempted him. He could remember the youth Jensen had been looking at him with longing; testing all of Jeff’s noble intentions every time he visited his old friends. The man who had come to him as a Captain had been no less alluring, and no closer to Jeff’s grasp. So Jeff had given Jensen friendship and support and had kept his desires to himself. Now, Jensen had met a man he could love, and Jeff could only imagine what could have been with sentimental regret. He shook his head, dismissing such thoughts, and returned to the problem at hand.
***
“Is everything okay?” Jared asked as Jensen caught up to him.
“It is now.” Jensen smiled at him. “What do you want to do now? Go back on planet, or stay on board?”
“We might as well stay on board tonight. We can go back out tomorrow. Besides, I had an idea for one of the rec rooms...”
“Oh, no. No, no, no. Every bit of dirt we have on Tom and Mike has happened in the rec rooms.” Jensen was shaking his head frantically.
“Really?” Jared laughed.
“You don’t even want to know. Trust me.”
“Aww, but Jen, I was thinking about a big, fluffy bed, a warm, gentle breeze coming in through great big open glass doors...” He smirked when he saw Jensen’s eyes growing distant, then added, “...and a pair of handcuffs.”
Jensen’s expression went from dreamy to aroused in an instant. “Well, maybe...”
“Hey, freaks, you know Mike will access the security cams.” Chris yelled back at them.
“I will. I really will.” Mike agreed placidly.
“Besides, Steve ‘n I are putting on an impromptu show in the Officer’s Bar. Your presence is required on stage.”
Jared looked at Jensen with complete shock. “You never mentioned that you sing!”
“Because I don’t.” He glared at Chris’ impervious back, but then amended, “If I can avoid it.”
“Which you can’t, so come on, Jenny Boy.”
“You know, I could have you transferred somewhere a long, long way away from Steve.” Jensen threatened.
“Yeah, yeah. Methinks the lad dos’t protest too much.”
Jared grabbed Jensen when he lunged after Chris. Giving Jensen the full force of what his sister had called his puppy eyes, he said, “I’d really like to hear you.”
Jensen threw up his hands, knowing he was beaten. “Fine!”
“Excellent.” Steve smiled.
***
Jared was pretty sure he was doing a very unattractive impersonation of a fish right now, but he couldn’t help it. Jensen was amazing! The three of them had been herded onto the stage to much cheering by the few crew who had remained on board; or, more appropriately, Chris and Steve had been. Jensen had slunk on behind them, almost dragging a borrowed guitar behind him, embarrassment and resignation on his face. The two performers had done a couple of songs, taking turns singing, while Jensen simply provided back up in the form of some pretty good playing. On the third song, Chris had demanded that Jensen join them for the chorus. It had been incredible what a difference one more voice had made. They all sang at a different pitch, but it had worked very well as a harmony. It was obvious they had done this before, but Jared wasn’t the only one wearing a surprised look.
Chris spoke up to the room at large after they had finished. “Now, who wants to hear Captain Ackles sing a song of his own?” Jared, and just about everybody in the room, cheered back with a resounding ‘yes’. Jensen cast Jared a betrayed look, but Jared just laughed and cheered some more. Chris yelled out once more, “I think he might need a little more encouragement. Let’s hear how much you want it!”
The room, possibly lead by Jared, started to chant, “Cap-tain! Cqp-tain! Cap-tain!”
Jensen went an adorable shade of red, but answered them, “Alright, alright! If you promise never ever to do that again, I’ll sing.” This was met with more cheering until Jensen started strumming out a tune. Chris and Steve immediately picked up what he was playing and joined in. And then Jensen started to sing. Chris’ voice was great for firing up a crowd, Steve’s for making them mellow, but Jensen’s voice could break your heart. There was so much emotion in his tone that you felt every word he sang. When Chris and Steve joined him on the chorus, Jared understood that all three of them had some, undefinable something that had made most of the crew their fans. When they finished the song, the room went wild. Jensen blushed again, but Chris and Steve just clapped him on the shoulders.
Jared wanted him.
Obviously catching the possessive desire in Jared’s eyes, Chris leaned in and whispered to Jensen, who immediately looked up into Jared’s heated gaze. Steve smiled and pushed Jensen towards the stairs leading down off the stage. As Jensen made his way across the room, getting congratulations, adulations, and propositions, Steve called out, “I’m afraid the Captain has pressing matters to see to. You’ve only got us now. That alright with y’all?” The crowd didn’t seem too upset.
Jared only had eyes for Jensen, who had finally made it to him, smiling wickedly. “I believe there are some pressing matters we need to attend to.” Jared growled and, grabbing the smaller man’s hand, pulled him from the bar. Jensen’s laughter followed them down the passage.
***
“You.” Jared muttered as soon as the door closed behind them. “Were so hot up there.” He crowded Jensen into the wall and took his mouth with all the pent up jealousy he had been feeling from the moment the crowd had turned their attention to his lover. Jensen opened to it, letting the other man plunder and claim. It was hard and heated, and Jensen loved it.
Jared started to paw at Jensen’s clothes, looking for any fastening that stood between him and naked flesh. Jensen chuckled into their kiss and reached up to help. “Easy, Jared. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Want you now.” Jared growled and bit down on the skin where Jensen’s neck met his shoulder.
Jensen gasped and arched his neck to give Jared all the access he could want. “You’ve got me. You’ve got me. God! Jared!”
Pulling the last of Jensen’s clothes off, Jared leaned in again, crushing Jensen against the wall. He grabbed Jensen’s ass, one cheek in each hand, and lifted him up. Jensen moaned and wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist. Jared took one hand away to unfasten his own pants and push them down just far enough to free his aching erection, and then he was back, rubbing himself along the cleft of Jensen’s ass. No yet completely out of his mind, Jensen pushed at Jared’s shoulder a little to get his attention.”Lube. We need lube, Jay.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha’.” Jared murmured against his hear. He then reached into a pocket and drew out the lube.
Laughing, Jensen asked, “Prepared, huh?”
“You bet. I knew I’d want to shove you up against something sooner or later.” Jared gave him a wicked grin.
“Wicked boy.” Jensen whispered into Jared’s ear affectionately. He nibbled on the delicate rim before grazing his teeth over the earlobe. Jared shuddered but didn’t slow down in his task at all, sliding two slick fingers straight into Jensen, making the older man moan and clutch at his shoulders. “Yeah,” he murmured, “just like that. Fast and hard.”
“You’d like that, huh? You want me pushing into you with hardly any prep? You want to feel the stretch and burn?” Jared added a third finger as he spoke. No matter what they were saying, Jared never actually wanted to hurt Jen.
“Yeah, Jay. Please...” Jensen was clenching around those fingers, trying to get them to go deeper, to shift just right. Jared let him twist and squirm for a moment and then took pity on him, crooking them just so. Jensen twitched and whined. “Please...”
“Sure, Jen.” Jared soothed as he withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked himself up. He wasted no time in aligning himself and pushing up into Jensen’s tight heat. They both groaned at the sensations they were feeling, both claimed by something only the other could give them. It had never been like this for either of them; this need to touch, to take, to give, to belong. They both revelled in the moment, letting it stretch out until Jared felt he had to move or burst. “You ready, Jen?”
“More than.” Jensen smiled, but quickly lost it to open-mouthed pleasure as Jared drove up into him again. Small sounds of bliss escaped Jensen’s throat in time with the deep thrusts, Jared sighing out his own enjoyment into Jensen’s shoulder as he concentrated all his energy into keeping up that push-pull rhythm that would keep them on the edge for as long as he could control it. It drew out between them until they were both breathing harshly, gasping in the moist, heated air that existed between them. In the end, however, one of them had to break, and this time it was Jared. With a growl, he sped up his movements, desperate to reach his climax.
With a sharp cry, Jared felt himself go, keeping up the helpless shifting of his hips. Jensen made a soft, mewling sound and reached down to wrap a hand around his own blood-heavy organ. It barely took more than a few rough strokes and Jensen followed Jared over the edge, the rippling of his body enough to make Jared twitch inside of him and give one last spurt.
They remained like that for a few minutes, panting for air, clinging to one another and leaning heavily against the wall. Jensen started to laugh. “Do you think we’ll ever get to actually try this in a bed one day?”
Jared chuckled too. “We’re doing pretty well without one so far.”
“Yeah.” Jensen agreed with a sigh. “Guess we are.”
***
“Misha, can I ask you something?” Mack was looking into her glass and wondering whether this was a good idea or not.
“Sure.” He shrugged, and then grinned, “Oh, except about that thing on Vespar. Trust me, you don’t want to know the details...”
Mack laughed. Everyone in the fleet had heard vague rumours about Captain Collins, a bar fight, and something about a Vesparian Night Slug. No one had the whole story, and Misha firmly refused to talk about it. “No. No, it wasn’t that. I just...” She blew out a breath and then plunged in. “I was wondering, why now? You never seemed interested before...”
“Oh.” He looked away and then back again. He wasn’t embarrassed, but he was more serious than his usual carefree demeanour. “I guess I just thought I had plenty of time. I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” the grin returned, ”but I’m pretty easily distracted. So, I thought that the best thing to do was avoid you altogether.”
“I distract you?” Mack felt the blush heating her face.
“Of course you do. I’m not blind, you know.”
Shaking off the melting feeling around her heart, determined to finish her question, she persisted, “But why now? What changed?”
Misha reached over and took her hand, and Mack knew that whatever he was about to say, she was already lost. “You went down. You were captured. I realised that none of us are guaranteed to be here forever. And I decided that it was worth the distraction.” Then that irrepressible smile returned, making his eyes glitter. “And I think it would be a crime if the likes of you and I never had hot, steamy, shattering sex.”
Mack’s mouth dropped just a little, but then she regrouped and replied gamely, “Then we’d better get a start; make up for lost time.”
It might have been surprise, but Misha laughed and stood up, pulling her to her feet beside him. They hurried out of the bar and followed the direction Jensen and Jared had taken only a little while before.
***
Mike sidled up behind Tom where he sat at the bar and pointed to the departing couple over his shoulder. “Aww, would you look at that; our little girl is all grown up and off to have sex.”
Tom nearly choked on his draught. “Ahh, yeah, thanks for that imagery. I don’t ever want to think about Mack like that.”
“Well, of course you would rather think about me like that, but I’m not a jealous kind of guy.” Mike grinned.
“Oh, really?” Tom laughed. “Do I need to remind you of all the times you’ve felt it necessary to stake a claim on me?”
Mike’s grin turned feral. “No, but I’m willing to remind you just how much you enjoyed it.”
Flushing with heat at the memory of Mike’s methods, Tom demurred, “We can’t leave. Chris and Steve are still playing.”
“They’re winding down.” Mike countered. “Besides, they’ll understand. I don’t think they’ll be far behind us.” He saw the agreement in Tom’s eyes and added, “Besides, I have one of the rec rooms all ready to go...”
Tom groaned, but it didn’t stop him from getting up and following Mike out the door. He didn’t see Chris’ wicked smile or Steve shaking his head with amusement.
***
“Well, it looks like we’ve been deserted.” Chris remarked as he and Steve put their guitars away.
Steve’s reply was calm. “I think they’re all just coping with the stress in the most obvious way.”
“And how are we coping with it?” Chris asked, and only Steve knew him well enough to hear the genuine concern under the unmistakable innuendo.
“We’re a little different. We let off steam on stage, so we don’t need to resort to anything more physical.”
Chris relaxed, understanding that they were fine, and then exaggerated his disappointment. “But we can anyway, right?”
Steve laughed and gave a nod. “Yeah, we can anyway.” Chris’ wink and the size of his smile told Steve everything he needed to know about the other man too.
http://lady-krystal-79.livejournal.com/25267.html
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Chris/Steve, Tom/Mike
Category: M/M, AU, Futuristic (i.e. it is set in space!)
Summary: The Core planets have declared war on the Rim planets. When Captain Ackles and his squadron are taken prisoner by the enemy, their jailer turns out to be a young man called Jared. What will Jared do when Jensen's interrogation begins?
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Part Seven
Morgan’s office was getting a little crowded. He had called for a couple of medics to be sent up for the stirring prisoner on the floor and they were currently attending to his wounds. Tom had been summoned from the rec room. Runners had been sent to find Chris, Steve and Mack and all three had arrived minutes ago. Jeff remained sitting behind his desk, but everyone else had elected to remain standing.
Mack looked at the men in the room and raised one very peeved eyebrow. “This had better be good. I had almost sealed the deal on this hot little number when your runner dragged me away.”
“Are you trying to impress Captain Collins again?” Tom teased.
“Do you want me to remind everyone how you ‘seduced’ Mike?” The slight pinkness on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.
Tom grabbed her and covered her mouth with his hand. “No, no, no. That won’t be necessary!”
They all chuckled, but Jeff steered the conversation back to the matter at hand. “As amusing as that might prove to be, I’m afraid we’re here for a serious matter. We know who messed with your fighters.”
“This guy learning to breathe through his mouth again?” Steve asked, still somewhat amused.
“This is Tech Chief Tanner.” Mike told them with a terse nod.
“He’s on Captain Kreuk’s crew.” Jensen added.
“Does anyone know why Captain Kreuk might want you all out of the way?” Jeff wanted to know.
Several of them opened their mouths to speak, but Steve got in first. “This is my fault.”
“Like hell it is!” Chris growled.
“I was on her squadron when I was first assigned. I was pretty popular with the other pilots, and she saw this as undermining to her authority. When I went against her orders to save a pilot from another squadron, it was the last straw. She swore she would get me kicked out and that I would never fly again. She was part way to getting her wish when Jensen came along and formed this squadron. She wasn’t pleased.”
“Yeah, well, she wasn’t real pleased when I told her what I thought of her either. If Steve hadn’t swooped in when he did, I would be dead. Instead of realising what a hero he was, she fired him! She said I’d get mine, especially the way I fly.” Chris added somewhat grudgingly.
“And she probably doesn’t like me much either.” Tom went on. “She made it known that she would welcome me to her bed. When I refused, she felt humiliated. She’s taken every opportunity to be a bitch ever since.”
Mack spoke up next. “Yeah, she might see me as a rival to Misha’s affections too...”
Jensen was the last to speak. “I don’t know why, but she took an instant dislike to me. That didn’t improve when I pulled this squadron together. It got steadily worse as time went on because she doesn’t like our methods, my leadership style, or our ‘pretentious fighters’. She has told me, and anyone else who would listen, that the battle group would be well rid of our squadron.”
Jeff looked at each of them in turn. “Why didn’t anyone say anything?”
Jensen shrugged and answered for them all. “We didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“Your squadron has the best strike rate out of them all. You think it didn’t matter that one of your colleagues was bad-mouthing you to the rest?”
“No. Besides, many of them agree with her. They think we’re too reckless and that it is a danger to the rest of the fleet.”
“So she may not be in this alone?” Jeff asked, his head starting to ache at the thought that his Captains may have been conspiring to kill one another.
“She may not be in it at all.” Jared pointed out. “While she obviously dislikes you all, nothing you’ve said is enough to drive a person to murder.”
“Not a normal person.” Chris muttered.
“If I may interrupt, I think I have some information that may be of use to you.” A deep, smooth voice spoke from the doorway.
“Captain Collins.” Jeff nodded for him to enter further and speak up. “Tell us what you know.”
“My squadron was flying the quadrant nearest the planet where Black Squad went down. We all saw it and were commenting that that just wasn’t normal; a whole squad going down together like that. I was about to get on the comm and report it when we were distracted by another craft. We scrambled and almost shot at it before we realised it was one of our own. It was Captain Kreuk. And the rest of her squad was protecting the quadrant nearest the cruiser, so she was way out of her area. When I asked what she was doing, she said she had been following your fighters because they had looked ‘a little off’. I didn’t think anymore of it until I heard that Mike had been questioning all the tech crews.”
“It’s still circumstantial, but I think we have enough to get her to trap herself.” Jeff sighed. He really didn’t need these kinds of hassles in his fleet; not when they were barely hanging on to their victories with their fingertips. “Now, everyone get out of here so I can think.”
It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that Misha waited for Mack to walk past and then reached out for her arm. “Allison, would you care to join me in the Officer’s Bar?”
Mack blushed slightly, but accepted the invitation. Chris opened his mouth to tease, but Steve elbowed him in the side. They all smiled and followed the couple out. Except Jensen. Jared stopped and looked back at him, but Jensen indicated he should go ahead and they’d catch up in a minute. Jared gave a nod and left. Jensen turned to Jeff.
“Jeff?”
“Hmmm?” He was already planning his next steps, so it took a moment to realise Jensen had called him by his first name. That meant this was personal, not business, so he looked up. “Yes, Jensen?”
“I wanted to apologise.”
“What for?” Jeff frowned. Surely Jensen didn’t think this was his fault?
“For what I said about you...and Jared. I know you better than that, and it was wrong to take my anger out on you.” Jensen’s apologies were always softly spoken, but there was never any doubting their conviction.
Jeff smiled. “Jensen, I know you didn’t really believe it. I never gave it another thought. Apologise if you want, but I don’t hold it against you.”
“Thanks Jeff. You’ve been a good friend.”
Jeff waved it off and watched Jensen leave. He wondered what the Captain would have said if Jeff had admitted that it was Jensen himself that had always tempted him. He could remember the youth Jensen had been looking at him with longing; testing all of Jeff’s noble intentions every time he visited his old friends. The man who had come to him as a Captain had been no less alluring, and no closer to Jeff’s grasp. So Jeff had given Jensen friendship and support and had kept his desires to himself. Now, Jensen had met a man he could love, and Jeff could only imagine what could have been with sentimental regret. He shook his head, dismissing such thoughts, and returned to the problem at hand.
***
“Is everything okay?” Jared asked as Jensen caught up to him.
“It is now.” Jensen smiled at him. “What do you want to do now? Go back on planet, or stay on board?”
“We might as well stay on board tonight. We can go back out tomorrow. Besides, I had an idea for one of the rec rooms...”
“Oh, no. No, no, no. Every bit of dirt we have on Tom and Mike has happened in the rec rooms.” Jensen was shaking his head frantically.
“Really?” Jared laughed.
“You don’t even want to know. Trust me.”
“Aww, but Jen, I was thinking about a big, fluffy bed, a warm, gentle breeze coming in through great big open glass doors...” He smirked when he saw Jensen’s eyes growing distant, then added, “...and a pair of handcuffs.”
Jensen’s expression went from dreamy to aroused in an instant. “Well, maybe...”
“Hey, freaks, you know Mike will access the security cams.” Chris yelled back at them.
“I will. I really will.” Mike agreed placidly.
“Besides, Steve ‘n I are putting on an impromptu show in the Officer’s Bar. Your presence is required on stage.”
Jared looked at Jensen with complete shock. “You never mentioned that you sing!”
“Because I don’t.” He glared at Chris’ impervious back, but then amended, “If I can avoid it.”
“Which you can’t, so come on, Jenny Boy.”
“You know, I could have you transferred somewhere a long, long way away from Steve.” Jensen threatened.
“Yeah, yeah. Methinks the lad dos’t protest too much.”
Jared grabbed Jensen when he lunged after Chris. Giving Jensen the full force of what his sister had called his puppy eyes, he said, “I’d really like to hear you.”
Jensen threw up his hands, knowing he was beaten. “Fine!”
“Excellent.” Steve smiled.
***
Jared was pretty sure he was doing a very unattractive impersonation of a fish right now, but he couldn’t help it. Jensen was amazing! The three of them had been herded onto the stage to much cheering by the few crew who had remained on board; or, more appropriately, Chris and Steve had been. Jensen had slunk on behind them, almost dragging a borrowed guitar behind him, embarrassment and resignation on his face. The two performers had done a couple of songs, taking turns singing, while Jensen simply provided back up in the form of some pretty good playing. On the third song, Chris had demanded that Jensen join them for the chorus. It had been incredible what a difference one more voice had made. They all sang at a different pitch, but it had worked very well as a harmony. It was obvious they had done this before, but Jared wasn’t the only one wearing a surprised look.
Chris spoke up to the room at large after they had finished. “Now, who wants to hear Captain Ackles sing a song of his own?” Jared, and just about everybody in the room, cheered back with a resounding ‘yes’. Jensen cast Jared a betrayed look, but Jared just laughed and cheered some more. Chris yelled out once more, “I think he might need a little more encouragement. Let’s hear how much you want it!”
The room, possibly lead by Jared, started to chant, “Cap-tain! Cqp-tain! Cap-tain!”
Jensen went an adorable shade of red, but answered them, “Alright, alright! If you promise never ever to do that again, I’ll sing.” This was met with more cheering until Jensen started strumming out a tune. Chris and Steve immediately picked up what he was playing and joined in. And then Jensen started to sing. Chris’ voice was great for firing up a crowd, Steve’s for making them mellow, but Jensen’s voice could break your heart. There was so much emotion in his tone that you felt every word he sang. When Chris and Steve joined him on the chorus, Jared understood that all three of them had some, undefinable something that had made most of the crew their fans. When they finished the song, the room went wild. Jensen blushed again, but Chris and Steve just clapped him on the shoulders.
Jared wanted him.
Obviously catching the possessive desire in Jared’s eyes, Chris leaned in and whispered to Jensen, who immediately looked up into Jared’s heated gaze. Steve smiled and pushed Jensen towards the stairs leading down off the stage. As Jensen made his way across the room, getting congratulations, adulations, and propositions, Steve called out, “I’m afraid the Captain has pressing matters to see to. You’ve only got us now. That alright with y’all?” The crowd didn’t seem too upset.
Jared only had eyes for Jensen, who had finally made it to him, smiling wickedly. “I believe there are some pressing matters we need to attend to.” Jared growled and, grabbing the smaller man’s hand, pulled him from the bar. Jensen’s laughter followed them down the passage.
***
“You.” Jared muttered as soon as the door closed behind them. “Were so hot up there.” He crowded Jensen into the wall and took his mouth with all the pent up jealousy he had been feeling from the moment the crowd had turned their attention to his lover. Jensen opened to it, letting the other man plunder and claim. It was hard and heated, and Jensen loved it.
Jared started to paw at Jensen’s clothes, looking for any fastening that stood between him and naked flesh. Jensen chuckled into their kiss and reached up to help. “Easy, Jared. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Want you now.” Jared growled and bit down on the skin where Jensen’s neck met his shoulder.
Jensen gasped and arched his neck to give Jared all the access he could want. “You’ve got me. You’ve got me. God! Jared!”
Pulling the last of Jensen’s clothes off, Jared leaned in again, crushing Jensen against the wall. He grabbed Jensen’s ass, one cheek in each hand, and lifted him up. Jensen moaned and wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist. Jared took one hand away to unfasten his own pants and push them down just far enough to free his aching erection, and then he was back, rubbing himself along the cleft of Jensen’s ass. No yet completely out of his mind, Jensen pushed at Jared’s shoulder a little to get his attention.”Lube. We need lube, Jay.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha’.” Jared murmured against his hear. He then reached into a pocket and drew out the lube.
Laughing, Jensen asked, “Prepared, huh?”
“You bet. I knew I’d want to shove you up against something sooner or later.” Jared gave him a wicked grin.
“Wicked boy.” Jensen whispered into Jared’s ear affectionately. He nibbled on the delicate rim before grazing his teeth over the earlobe. Jared shuddered but didn’t slow down in his task at all, sliding two slick fingers straight into Jensen, making the older man moan and clutch at his shoulders. “Yeah,” he murmured, “just like that. Fast and hard.”
“You’d like that, huh? You want me pushing into you with hardly any prep? You want to feel the stretch and burn?” Jared added a third finger as he spoke. No matter what they were saying, Jared never actually wanted to hurt Jen.
“Yeah, Jay. Please...” Jensen was clenching around those fingers, trying to get them to go deeper, to shift just right. Jared let him twist and squirm for a moment and then took pity on him, crooking them just so. Jensen twitched and whined. “Please...”
“Sure, Jen.” Jared soothed as he withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked himself up. He wasted no time in aligning himself and pushing up into Jensen’s tight heat. They both groaned at the sensations they were feeling, both claimed by something only the other could give them. It had never been like this for either of them; this need to touch, to take, to give, to belong. They both revelled in the moment, letting it stretch out until Jared felt he had to move or burst. “You ready, Jen?”
“More than.” Jensen smiled, but quickly lost it to open-mouthed pleasure as Jared drove up into him again. Small sounds of bliss escaped Jensen’s throat in time with the deep thrusts, Jared sighing out his own enjoyment into Jensen’s shoulder as he concentrated all his energy into keeping up that push-pull rhythm that would keep them on the edge for as long as he could control it. It drew out between them until they were both breathing harshly, gasping in the moist, heated air that existed between them. In the end, however, one of them had to break, and this time it was Jared. With a growl, he sped up his movements, desperate to reach his climax.
With a sharp cry, Jared felt himself go, keeping up the helpless shifting of his hips. Jensen made a soft, mewling sound and reached down to wrap a hand around his own blood-heavy organ. It barely took more than a few rough strokes and Jensen followed Jared over the edge, the rippling of his body enough to make Jared twitch inside of him and give one last spurt.
They remained like that for a few minutes, panting for air, clinging to one another and leaning heavily against the wall. Jensen started to laugh. “Do you think we’ll ever get to actually try this in a bed one day?”
Jared chuckled too. “We’re doing pretty well without one so far.”
“Yeah.” Jensen agreed with a sigh. “Guess we are.”
***
“Misha, can I ask you something?” Mack was looking into her glass and wondering whether this was a good idea or not.
“Sure.” He shrugged, and then grinned, “Oh, except about that thing on Vespar. Trust me, you don’t want to know the details...”
Mack laughed. Everyone in the fleet had heard vague rumours about Captain Collins, a bar fight, and something about a Vesparian Night Slug. No one had the whole story, and Misha firmly refused to talk about it. “No. No, it wasn’t that. I just...” She blew out a breath and then plunged in. “I was wondering, why now? You never seemed interested before...”
“Oh.” He looked away and then back again. He wasn’t embarrassed, but he was more serious than his usual carefree demeanour. “I guess I just thought I had plenty of time. I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” the grin returned, ”but I’m pretty easily distracted. So, I thought that the best thing to do was avoid you altogether.”
“I distract you?” Mack felt the blush heating her face.
“Of course you do. I’m not blind, you know.”
Shaking off the melting feeling around her heart, determined to finish her question, she persisted, “But why now? What changed?”
Misha reached over and took her hand, and Mack knew that whatever he was about to say, she was already lost. “You went down. You were captured. I realised that none of us are guaranteed to be here forever. And I decided that it was worth the distraction.” Then that irrepressible smile returned, making his eyes glitter. “And I think it would be a crime if the likes of you and I never had hot, steamy, shattering sex.”
Mack’s mouth dropped just a little, but then she regrouped and replied gamely, “Then we’d better get a start; make up for lost time.”
It might have been surprise, but Misha laughed and stood up, pulling her to her feet beside him. They hurried out of the bar and followed the direction Jensen and Jared had taken only a little while before.
***
Mike sidled up behind Tom where he sat at the bar and pointed to the departing couple over his shoulder. “Aww, would you look at that; our little girl is all grown up and off to have sex.”
Tom nearly choked on his draught. “Ahh, yeah, thanks for that imagery. I don’t ever want to think about Mack like that.”
“Well, of course you would rather think about me like that, but I’m not a jealous kind of guy.” Mike grinned.
“Oh, really?” Tom laughed. “Do I need to remind you of all the times you’ve felt it necessary to stake a claim on me?”
Mike’s grin turned feral. “No, but I’m willing to remind you just how much you enjoyed it.”
Flushing with heat at the memory of Mike’s methods, Tom demurred, “We can’t leave. Chris and Steve are still playing.”
“They’re winding down.” Mike countered. “Besides, they’ll understand. I don’t think they’ll be far behind us.” He saw the agreement in Tom’s eyes and added, “Besides, I have one of the rec rooms all ready to go...”
Tom groaned, but it didn’t stop him from getting up and following Mike out the door. He didn’t see Chris’ wicked smile or Steve shaking his head with amusement.
***
“Well, it looks like we’ve been deserted.” Chris remarked as he and Steve put their guitars away.
Steve’s reply was calm. “I think they’re all just coping with the stress in the most obvious way.”
“And how are we coping with it?” Chris asked, and only Steve knew him well enough to hear the genuine concern under the unmistakable innuendo.
“We’re a little different. We let off steam on stage, so we don’t need to resort to anything more physical.”
Chris relaxed, understanding that they were fine, and then exaggerated his disappointment. “But we can anyway, right?”
Steve laughed and gave a nod. “Yeah, we can anyway.” Chris’ wink and the size of his smile told Steve everything he needed to know about the other man too.
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