The Human Shop
Chapter 2
Stranger In A Strange Land
“Jensen Ackles is a kinky bastard!”
Those were the first words Jared typed on his online report to Jim. He shifted slightly, trying hard not to squirm in pain. “And you mister, are a dead bastard. I will kill you myself Jim. And I’m not joking.” He typed on the 3-D keyboard in front of him, placing the tiny black cube, the source of the keyboard and the screen, on his lap to be able to type with both hands.
“What is it princess? Is your back hurting you?” Came the instant reply from Jim.
“No, it’s my ASS you stupid fuck! No one told me I had to fucking deal with Mr. Christian Grey himself!” He hated himself for even knowing who Grey is in the first place. Ok maybe he shouldn’t have made that reference at all because now he was literally a whiny girl not a kickass agent.
“Well boohoo, sorry you actually get to have sex on your job I’m sure every American would complain about th1at. Besides you knew there was gay sex involved and I thought you said you were prepared!” Jared could literally feel the smirk on Jim’s face.
“When you said gay sex I imagined a normal sized dick, or a big one, but this guy… You don’t even want to know what he owns Jim.” Jared shifted again on his king sized bed, hoping it would lessen the burn in his ass. Nope. It hurt the same.
“No I don’t and I would like it if you stopped whining about getting your ass fucked and started talking case here! These are all going to be saved as data if I have to remind you.”
Jared felt himself go pale at that. Shit.
“Yeah, well maybe others will read this and realize they shouldn’t trust you old man.”
“Jared!”
“Yes, ok. I’m sending you a sketch I made of the building and the surroundings, the entrances and the number of guards. It’s a first draft and I’ve only been here a week so obviously there are still so many dark areas. Jensen doesn’t trust me yet and so I have my own personal “bodyguard”. I’m telling you man, he has serious trust issues. The level of security here, it’s even better than that mafia case I had last year. Matt had to draw me back about 20 times this week from stepping too far away on a balcony or near a window and blowing up. No one can get out of this place in one piece unless Jensen wants them to. The good news is that I’m awesome and I think Matt is starting to get friends with me. I will send you another file which includes the names of the staff. The ones I know so far of course.”
“Any problem getting our technology to work there? Do you have connection problems? Can you connect to our satellites easily?”
“Yes sir, I haven’t had any problems so far. But I won’t be using them often, I think first I have to make sure Misha and his men have no way of finding and tracing our lines of communication.”
“Very well, I will be expecting another report in two weeks Jared. And stay alive boy.”
Jared smiled to himself.
“I don’t know Jim, I think having a personal stylist is gonna be the death of me. The things they make me wear…”
“I’m disconnecting you now.”
Jared smirked as the connection died, feeling good about his work. Then he shifted again and oh, there it was, the problem with this whole plan.
How was he supposed to go around and collect information if his ass was gonna hurt this bad every damn time he
“Took care of Jensen’s needs”? He cursed himself for not reading the damn papers for the hundredth time in the last 4 hours.
He checked his watch. 9 A.M. He could still get breakfast if he hurried.
He tried not to groan as he climbed off his bed and went to the fancy shower on the other end of his room. The room that was as big as his apartment back in D.C.
He let his brain think about the events of the past week as the warm water washed some of the pain and the mess from last night off his skin.
The first day had gone smooth, they took his blood and urine and scans from his head to the toes. Then he’d come to this room, his room, and he’d met Matt by the door for the first time. The guy was muscular and strong like every other guard in the building, but Jared guessed the reason he had been assigned to Jared was because of his personality. He was bashful and nice, unlike every other person in this damn place.
He had introduced himself, shaken Jared’s hand and told him the bath was ready. He never entered the room. No one did. Except for Jensen of course. So he’d told Jared that he’d be there if Jared needed anything and then the door was closed and Jared was left to ‘his’ room.
This one looked nothing like the one Jared had been in. For starters, everything was in shades of red and black. There were no windows, which was the second thing Jared noticed. Even the artificial light was in a shade of red.
A very big bed was in the middle of the room, screwed to the floor. It didn’t have headboards, just four rods on every corner, holding the very girly net above the bed and there was a loop on each one. Jared tried not to think about the use of the loops.
Behind the bed there was a big wooden commode, on the left of the room he spotted his ‘wardrobe’ and the bathroom. On the right end there was a tiny open kitchen with chairs, filled with everything he’d need. Oven, toaster, tiny fridge, a mini bar, and cupboards full of beautiful fancy plates and spoons and forks and knives he didn’t even know the use of.
There were two other pieces of furniture in the room, one comfortable couch like the one in Jensen’s room only red and a sex swing. Amazing. Just… After that Jared had gone to inspect the commode and as soon as he opened the door he realized he should have read the damn papers!
The thing was filled with every sex toy and kinky shit he’d ever even heard of. Dildos, cock rings, anal beads, bullet vibrators, nipple clamps, a suction device, ball locks, cock harness and Jared could go on forever here… He had felt sick.
He’d closed the door and went for that well needed hot tub. He’d fell asleep there until the water had gone cold and he’d cleaned up, taking a quick shower and then went to bed.
The day after that, Matt had woken him by banging loudly at the door and let him know breakfast was ready. After breakfast (again alone, which did not hurt Jared’s pride at all) Danneel had come to his room and they were pretty much busy together all day.
Danneel was obscenely nice, kind and beautiful. Very beautiful. Jared had learned she’d been Jensen’s friend since they were kids but she was very careful on that subject, not giving away anything about Jensen’s past to Jared’s disappointment. But she did save him from eating alone that day. On the third day he got a visit from Jensen at breakfast. So far Jensen hadn’t even talked to him except for hello and goodbye. On the fourth day he got his results and well he was clean and healthy which he was aware of thank you very much.
On Friday he asked Matt to give him a tour around the building and to his surprise Matt had agreed and they spent the entire day on the first floor of the ‘palace’. That’s what he was calling this place. He’d gotten to visit the kitchen, the bar (seriously Jensen had a big alcohol problem!), the game room (which they didn’t spend 4 hours in, no sir) and the ball room.
On Saturday morning Jensen joined him again for breakfast, and this time he had acted like he hadn’t been avoiding Jared for a week. Jared felt stupid as a rush of warmth took over his belly at the thought of that breakfast.
“Buenos dias Sam.” Jensen had said as he sat down on the table across from Jared.
Jared had mumbled a ‘mornin’ back, really irritated with Jensen.
“Come on Sam, you can’t stay mad at me and you know it. Well at least you will know it by tonight.” That beautiful flash of white.
“Can’t just ignore me for days like this! I was bored.” Jared still regretted those words.
“Don’t worry baby… I will make it all up to you tonight. I will join you in your room for supper and we will spend the rest of the night together. There are downsides to being mine Sam, and one is that I’m a very busy man. But this week was different too. First we needed to make sure you’re clean and healthy.” Of course they needed to. God forbid Mr. Perfect would get a cold. Jared hadn’t been pouting.
Jensen had asked him about his days and then went to get to his “work”. But this time he had kissed Jared’s cheek before leaving. And it had somehow burned Jared’s skin, no matter how hard Jared tried to deny it.
Just like no matter how hard he tried to deny that he actually liked Jensen. Did that make him an asshole? What kind of a messed up person should you be to actually like someone like Jensen? He KNEW better than a lot of people working here, about what Jensen did, where he got his money from. And still he liked Jensen enough to go to bed with him last night, not just because it was his job, but because he wanted to.
Even now, under the hot spray of water he felt a little turned on by thinking about those perfect teeth and the pink lips covering them. He really wasn’t to blame here.
You see, Jensen was a sex god. Really. Jared wasn’t even that much into guys, he’d always preferred to be with women, but Jensen… He was a different story. He was so charming and beautiful and confident and powerful. It was an intoxicating mix and Jared hated how much he liked it all.
Last night, when Jensen had joined him, they had eaten the best damn steak Jared had ever tasted, complemented with the even tastier red wine. Jensen had even made jokes about how stiff Misha can be sometimes and Jared had gotten lost in the dim light of the room, the artificial red light combined with the candles Jensen had lit, dancing in those perfect apple green eyes.
Before he knew it he was feeling dizzy, tipsy (he wasn’t that stupid to get drunk!), and he was leaning into Jensen’s personal space. Jensen had looked at him, stared him right in the eyes and he had combed his fingers in Jared’s hair. No one had ever done that to him, not since his mother and damn, it felt so good. He felt like he was Jensen’s cat and he was petting him, making Jared purr under his skilful fingers.
Jensen had kissed him, and maybe it had been the alcohol but Jared was sure he’d never been kissed so passionately and thoroughly in his life. Jensen had been all over him, kissing, sucking, biting and licking the taste of their dinner out of Jared’s mouth. By the time Jensen had started kissing his neck Jared was so turned on that he’d given up to everything and anything Jensen had asked of him. He’d let Jensen tie him up, he finally got to see what the loops were for, put damn ball locks on him AND fuck him with his oddly large dick AND a damn dildo. Who does that? Who can be so kinky?
The worst part is that Jared had enjoyed it. Yes he was hurting like fuck afterwards, literally, but the damn orgasm was so worth it. He’d literally exploded after Jensen had finally agreed to take off the ball locks.
He hated how even now, just thinking about it and remembering it, he was full on hard and he barely felt the pain anymore. If anything he would like it for Jensen to come back and fuck at his prostate again. What was even happening to him?
He quickly jerked off, running to get his late breakfast. Jensen had left the room after they both came. Apparently he didn’t stay the night. Of course. Maybe he’d come for breakfast again? It WAS sunday wasn’t it? No one worked on sundays. Not even hot gorgeous criminals. Jared was pretty sure they didn’t.
He was proven right, when he opened the door to his room and came face to face with Jensen.
“Bonjour Sam. Slept well?”
What was it with this guy and saying good morning in foreign languages?
J.A.H.SThat was pretty much it. Most nights Jensen came to his room for supper, some nights they had sex, some nights they just watched stupid musicals until Jared dozed off. Then he’d leave to his own room and then come for breakfast again in the morning.
Jensen was obsessed with musicals as far as Jared could tell. He knew every damn word to Funny Girl, Hair, West Side Story, The Rocky Horror, The Phantom of the opera, Moulin Rouge and even Fame and Rent! Jared could even swear he’d caught Jensen singing ‘The winner takes it all’ and ‘No place like London’ a few times. Jensen was obsessed alright.
After breakfast Jensen got to his “Work” and Jared would go around the building, completing his map of the place. Jensen had given him total access to everywhere except for “The shop” and well his room. Jared wasn’t allowed to go there when Jensen wasn’t inside.
Sundays were the days they spent together, mostly in the game room, playing chess or cards. Or any board game Jared wanted. Jensen was god at everything. It was stupid really. Jared could take it all but when it came down to poker, he was the king and let’s just say he wasn’t happy when he lost to Jensen.
On his third Sunday, Jensen took Jared to his bedroom for the first time. It was more like Karen Walker’s(1) wardrobe than a real bedroom. They were meeting up with Danneel and Jensen thought they could save her the trouble of going to two rooms this way. Jared had no objection. He never did.
Jensen forced Danneel into making them matching outfits and Jared didn’t know if he should laugh at the idea, Danneel’s face or Jensen’s enthusiasm. What he did know was that he hadn’t laughed so hard in years. He knew it by now that Jensen was one of the funniest guys alive, no kidding, but this was different than the other times. Jared was laughing because he actually felt happy. Not because of a joke.
He was laughing because Jensen was jumping up and down, making Danneel bitch at him and roll her eyes at Jared. He was laughing because when Jensen’s turn was over, he leaned down and kissed Jared, well more like stuck his tongue down Jared’s throat and Jared just lost it then. Danneel was mocking gagging and Jensen just kept on kissing Jared and Jared was barely even breathing, he was laughing so hard that his sides started hurting.
“Jensen please!” He cried out clutching his sides and Jensen finally let go of him, smirking satisfied.
“You’re evil Jensen!” Danneel said, smiling at how Jared was still shaking with aftershocks.
“He likes it, don’t you Sam?” Jared just nodded in amusement still trying to catch his breath.
“See? Now! All that struggling made me hungry, you guys up for lunch?” Another nod from Jared and Danneel smirked at Jensen.
“I bet the sex is so good, huh?”
Jensen smirked back, leaning down to kiss Jared’s nose this time, making him freeze. That was just too intimate for Jensen to do. Especially in front of another person.
“You have no idea!”
Jared spent the whole lunch thinking about Jensen and that last kiss. Maybe Jensen was just showing off, playing a part for Danneel. He certainly didn’t feel anything for Jared. Yes, the sex was amazing and they actually got along very well, but that didn’t mean Jensen was even capable of loving anyone but himself.
But that wasn’t really the question bothering Jared. The one that was bugging him was that even if Jensen did love Jared, how did Jared feel about that? About Jensen?
He didn’t want to answer that question. Not now, not ever. He had to remind himself that day that Jensen was a criminal and Jared was a cop. He was here on a mission and Jensen didn’t even KNOW him, so how could he love him?
J.A.H.S
It was the next Saturday that Jared finally got the answer to his first question.
It was 6:30 P.M and he had just gotten out of the shower, shaved and clean all over. He was putting on the new light blue shirt Jensen had given him the night before when Matt knocked on the door.
He was a little alarmed, it was too soon for Jensen to be here already. He normally came to Jared’s room around 7:30. He left the last two higher buttons undone, turning to face the door.
“What is it Matt?”
He was a little shocked when the door opened and Jensen walked in, completely out of his usual style of clothing. He looked so normal and common that it actually hurt Jared to look at him for long. It was wrong!
“Jensen… What happened to you?” He couldn’t help but ask. It was too weird.
Jensen smirked, easing the scene for Jared’s eyes a little. At least the personality was still there.
Not that he cared.
“I don’t know Sam, I thought a bit of change might do me good. Just for tonight.” He winked at Jared. “So... what do you think baby?”
Jared stared at the man in front him, wrapped in an eggplant purple tuxedo, a white shirt and black shiny shoes. His first two buttons were undone, his hair messy but in a good way. It made Jared want to reach out and tuck it into place. He wasn’t wearing his glasses or his feather or anything else really. Not even his gloves.
And he was asking Jared for his opinion.
“Well… I… I mean you look hot,” Scoff, “you really do… but I guess you’re a little less… intimidating. I don’t think you should let Misha see you like this. You’re more of a hot boyfriend material than a boss like this.” Jared mentally high fived himself for that answer as Jensen broke into laughter, throwing his head back and just laughing.
It was then that Jared realized it wasn’t about what he was wearing.
Jensen was beautiful.
He was charming and charismatic, persuasive and smart, but most of all he was beautiful. Every little thing he did was beautiful and gorgeous.
Still, it wasn’t like Jared cared.
“Exactly my own thoughts… which is why you’re the only one who’ll ever see me in these.” Another wink.
Wait, what? Did that mean Jared was Jensen’s …
“So now I’m your boyfriend?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, hiding his smirk.
“So what if you are?” Jensen mocked him back.
“Will you still pay for everything I do?” Jared was sure he couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer when Jensen just stared at him for a second in shock and then broke into another set of laughter.
Jared was now fist bumping the air in his head.
And he still didn’t care.
“Come on, grab a coat. We’re going outdoors tonight.”
“What?” It was Jared’s turn to stare at Jensen in shock. They never left.
“You heard it right baby, we’re going to have our dinner out there, in the snow.”
Jared wanted to ask questions but he figured he should just take the gift horse and stop counting the teeth.
“Yeah… Yeah ok, I’ll grab a coat.” He said as he stepped inside his big wardrobe, taking his favorite black coat.
There were no guards outside when Jared and Jensen left the room, which was another odd thing.
“Where did you send Misha and Matt?” He asked, looking at Jensen as the older man stepped inside the elevator, waiting for Jared to join him.
“Well, I figured they deserved a date themselves. I’m not that big of an asshole Sam.” Jensen winked at him wickedly and Jared smiled, joining him.
It was times like this that he wished this was real… that Jensen called him Jared not Sam…
‘Stop being a baby son!’ He heard Jim in his head. Damn that man never shut up did he?
He was surprised when he realized the elevator was going up and not down.
“I thought you said outdoors?”
“I did!”
“Then…”
“The roof Sam! Jesus Christ I thought you were supposed to be smart!” Jensen rolled his eyes, making Jared blush. Of course. The roof!
If he had been shocked when Jensen walked in looking like that, he was just paralyzed with it when they stepped on the roof top and he saw the view.
You could see miles and miles around the building from here, and when Jared looked up he saw the most beautiful aurora in the sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
There was a beautiful set table in the middle of the roof, two seats around it, candles on it, and he could freaking smell the amazing chicken beef from here. And something else that took him a minute to realize what it was.
“Is that Turkish kebab? Jensen do I smell Turkish kebab?” he turned around to look at Jensen, not a bit ashamed of his enthusiasm about food.
Jensen was smiling at him.
Not smirking, not grinning. He was smiling, his eyes soft and kind and Jared felt the wind knock out of him.
“I knew you’d love a change on the menu.” He stepped towards the table, dragging out Jared’s chair for him and ok, that was just it.
“Who are you and what have you done to Jensen?” He asked, part of him very serious about the question.
Jensen just chuckled, the voice setting a shiver to Jared’s bones, and motioned for Jared to sit.
“What? Can’t I be romantic? You miss understand me Jared… I DO have feelings. I thought seeing my beautiful house would tell you that.” He smiled again.
Jared wanted him to stop. He wasn’t sure he liked where this night was going. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the smiles and the soft eyes and the feelings.
Jensen sat down across from Jared, serving them both food and wine.
“Here’s to my sexy boyfriend.” Jensen grinned, tilting his glass to Jared and if Jared blushed it was against his will and totally not how he felt.
Jared dug into his food, his thoughts on the events of the night. He didn’t even realize Jensen was staring at him for minutes before Jensen spoke.
“What is bothering you Sam? You know you can tell me anything.” He actually sounded concerned and Jared felt a little guilty. What the hell was even going on?
“Jensen… what’s going on? Honestly, I’m a little confused… I don’t understand what you mean by doing this… how am I even supposed to response to this?” Jared said, suddenly very interested in the patterns of their table.
Jensen didn’t answer him for a long minute, causing Jared to look up and find him staring at his almost untouched dish, deeply in thoughts.
“Well… I wanted everything to be different tonight… because I wanted it to be the start of something new.”
“I’m still not following…”
“Dammit Sam, did you have a stroke today? You used to be smart!” Jensen sounded a bit irritated and Jared felt a little satisfied.
“Are you trying to say what we have is more than just sex to you?” He asked, studying Jensen closely.
“I guess so… yeah…”
“Alright, cool.” He took a spoonful of his hot mashed potato, hoping he’d choke on it. What was he supposed to say now?
Jensen apparently was feeling the same awkwardness, because he stood up, leaving his fork and knife on the table.
“This was a stupid idea… I’m going back to my room Sam. You may eat and then go to your room. I will see you later.”
Before Jared could even look up to see the hint of hurt on Jensen’s face he was gone.
“Dammit…” He whispered to himself.
He had to make this right.
J.A.H.S
On Sunday Jared woke up with a complete plan. He was going to make this right. No matter how hard he tried to deny it to himself, he liked Jensen. He wanted the guy and well, for now, he needed him. So he wasn’t going to let it all go to hell. He had a job to do.
He got a little help from Matt and Misha (Apparently Matt was the only one Misha talked to outside of Jensen) and planned everything so he’d end up having lunch with Jensen.
Jensen was in his usual outfit, sitting and eating calmly. He seemed very unaffected, as if nothing had happened last night. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Jared felt a hint of guilt and maybe affection in his heart when he realized how much Jensen had actually put into that dinner last night. How far from his usual he’d gone for Jared’s sake.
He was lying to this guy anyways, what if he lied a little more?
And screw the voice in his head telling him the words he was about to say were the only true ones he’d ever tell this guy.
“Jensen.” He made his presence clear, a little hurt when Jensen didn’t even throw a glance at him.
He made his way to where the beautiful man was sitting and sat down on the chair next to it.
“Please listen to me… I’m sorry for last night…”
“What about last night?” Jensen said, still not looking at Jared as if he wasn’t worth it.
“So you’re just going to pretend it never happened?” Jared was getting a bit worked up here. He knew Jensen was very prideful but this…
“Sam, nothing happened last night that you should worry about. Now leave so I can eat in peace.”
“No. I’m not leaving. Because I know what happened last night and I was a total jackass, but it was only because I was afraid ok? I’m scared of liking you because you have all this power over me and you screw me over whenever you want to and that just scares the shit out of me Jensen! You happy?”
Jensen finally looked up from his plate, staring Jared down over his tiny glasses.
“Go to your room Sam… I will come around 6 tonight and we will give this whole thing another try. But this is you one and only chance… I don’t get people second chances you hear me?”
Jared nodded once, getting to his feet.
“I’ll be waiting then…”
He leaned down and kissed Jensen on the cheek, hoping it would send the message. If Jensen’s smile was anything to go by the message had been loud and clear.
If they stayed indoors that night and ended up having the best sex of Jared’s life, if one of them whispered “I think I love you…” and the other one said “Me too” , and if Jensen never left at nights anymore,they could just blame it on the alcohol.
Blame it all on the alcohol.
(1) Karen Walker is a character from the show Will and Grace.
Chapter 4