In the coils of a Snake_5
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Jared reflexively jumped up to his feet when the door to Jensen’s room finally opened sometime after midnight; watching as the man came in, acknowledging him with a nod as he slipped off a trench coat and undid the laces of his shoes and slid them off. Ackles continued undressing casually, till he was just standing in his tight, black boxer-briefs. Jared swallowed as he took in the defined muscles under lightly freckles skin, wondering if the man wanted to get to ‘business’ immediately... but Jensen simply gathered some loose, worn-in pyjamas from his closet and headed to the en-suite. Jared was still rooted to his spot when the other alpha emerged a few minutes later, casually towelling his hair dry and rooting through the a different cabinet and emerging triumphantly with a tattered teeshirt.
A knock on the door startled him and he watched mutely as a matronly beta, whom Jensen introduced as Miss Loretta Devine brought a loaded tray with sandwiches and salad and a plate of chocolate treats. The beta looked towards him once the tray was safely placed on the coffee-table in the corner of the room and Jared was suddenly self-conscious, reflexively tightening the belt of Jensen’s black silk robe that he had borrowed without permission.
“Well?” The woman demanded.
Jared blushed at the reprimand, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Devine.”
“Oh, call me Etta,” she waived off, “Why didn’t I see you downstairs at lunch, boy?”
“I-...” He glanced helplessly at Jensen, but the mobster just raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t lemme catch you skipping out on more meals, ’kay? I’m very efficient with a wooden-spoon.” She informed him in what he was coming to understand was her normal no-nonsense tone, as she pointed a finger at Jensen, “Just ask that one there.”
The alpha laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender, “She’s not lyin’, dude.”
She snorted a laugh as she left the room in the same brisk way that she had entered, pulling the doors shut behind herself.
“You really didn’t eat anything all day, Piggy?” Jensen asked as he sank down on the couch with a soft exhale and patted the spot next to him.
“Did you ask your men to send me food?” Jared countered.
Jensen smirked at his retort and quickly dished out some salad and a burger onto one plate before offering it to him, “My apologies. Next time, ask okay? You’re far too skinny as it is.”
Jared snorted in disbelief as he took a hearty bite of the burger and groaned in appreciation as its full flavours burst upon his tongue. He closed his eyes as he savoured the first bite: it was heavenly after surviving on nothing but sugar-free, whole-wheat biscuits and plain buttered toast for days.
Half the burger was gone before Jared could bring himself under control and finally look up to watch the alpha, “So, how did it go?”
“Good,” Jensen mumbled with his mouth full of burger. He swallowed before speaking again, “It went perfectly.”
“Body count?”
“Seven,” Jensen answered.
“Yours?”
The gangster grinned disarmingly at his perceptiveness: “Zero.”
Jared nodded as he finished the last of his burger and started in on the salad.
“Cortez himself and six of his men. Mick caught a stray bullet, but he’ll be alright. Your tip-off worked; none of the cops interfered,” Jensen continued.
Jared smiled slightly at that as he speared some lettuce.
“So it was a good day... “
Jared glanced up, finding the other man’s eyes trained on him hungrily and straightened.
Aware of being watched, Jensen Ackles very consciously licked his lips, “And it’s about to get even better now...”
Jared felt ice slip through his veins but forced himself to nod. His body for the safety of his team was a small price to pay...
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Jared reflexively jumped up to his feet when the door to Jensen’s room finally opened sometime after midnight; watching as the man came in, acknowledging him with a nod as he slipped off a trench coat and undid the laces of his shoes and slid them off. Ackles continued undressing casually, till he was just standing in his tight, black boxer-briefs. Jared swallowed as he took in the defined muscles under lightly freckles skin, wondering if the man wanted to get to ‘business’ immediately... but Jensen simply gathered some loose, worn-in pyjamas from his closet and headed to the en-suite. Jared was still rooted to his spot when the other alpha emerged a few minutes later, casually towelling his hair dry and rooting through the a different cabinet and emerging triumphantly with a tattered teeshirt.
A knock on the door startled him and he watched mutely as a matronly beta, whom Jensen introduced as Miss Loretta Devine brought a loaded tray with sandwiches and salad and a plate of chocolate treats. The beta looked towards him once the tray was safely placed on the coffee-table in the corner of the room and Jared was suddenly self-conscious, reflexively tightening the belt of Jensen’s black silk robe that he had borrowed without permission.
“Well?” The woman demanded.
Jared blushed at the reprimand, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Devine.”
“Oh, call me Etta,” she waived off, “Why didn’t I see you downstairs at lunch, boy?”
“I-...” He glanced helplessly at Jensen, but the mobster just raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t lemme catch you skipping out on more meals, ’kay? I’m very efficient with a wooden-spoon.” She informed him in what he was coming to understand was her normal no-nonsense tone, as she pointed a finger at Jensen, “Just ask that one there.”
The alpha laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender, “She’s not lyin’, dude.”
She snorted a laugh as she left the room in the same brisk way that she had entered, pulling the doors shut behind herself.
“You really didn’t eat anything all day, Piggy?” Jensen asked as he sank down on the couch with a soft exhale and patted the spot next to him.
“Did you ask your men to send me food?” Jared countered.
Jensen smirked at his retort and quickly dished out some salad and a burger onto one plate before offering it to him, “My apologies. Next time, ask okay? You’re far too skinny as it is.”
Jared snorted in disbelief as he took a hearty bite of the burger and groaned in appreciation as its full flavours burst upon his tongue. He closed his eyes as he savoured the first bite: it was heavenly after surviving on nothing but sugar-free, whole-wheat biscuits and plain buttered toast for days.
Half the burger was gone before Jared could bring himself under control and finally look up to watch the alpha, “So, how did it go?”
“Good,” Jensen mumbled with his mouth full of burger. He swallowed before speaking again, “It went perfectly.”
“Body count?”
“Seven,” Jensen answered.
“Yours?”
The gangster grinned disarmingly at his perceptiveness: “Zero.”
Jared nodded as he finished the last of his burger and started in on the salad.
“Cortez himself and six of his men. Mick caught a stray bullet, but he’ll be alright. Your tip-off worked; none of the cops interfered,” Jensen continued.
Jared smiled slightly at that as he speared some lettuce.
“So it was a good day... “
Jared glanced up, finding the other man’s eyes trained on him hungrily and straightened.
Aware of being watched, Jensen Ackles very consciously licked his lips, “And it’s about to get even better now...”
Jared felt ice slip through his veins but forced himself to nod. His body for the safety of his team was a small price to pay...
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