Skillet on the Stove ch. 1
Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: One
Authors: lvlysnidrus and pez_gurl
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: This part, language.
A/N: We came up with this and were all "omg must do it," so. We did it! Hope you enjoy.
Jared narrowed his eyes. "No, Dad."
"Yes, Jared. Unless you'd rather I lock you in your room."
Jared glared harder. "This isn't fair, Dad."
"Would you rather die?" Jared's father raised an eyebrow, and Jared sighed.
"No, sir."
"Good." His father pressed a button. "Agent Ackles, will you come in here, please?" They both looked at the door to the Oval Office when it opened, and Jared's eyes widened.
Jensen strode in, dark sunglasses perched on his head, a serious look on his face. "Yes, sir?" he asked, trying not to glance at the president's son. It wouldn't be good to be caught checking him out. Not that Jensen didn't do that at every opportunity anyways.
Jared's eyes widened. Him?? Not him, not the one Jared always stared at. This would hurt his argument.
"Yes, agent. I'm assigning you to watch my son. I trust you know about the threats on his life?"
Jensen gave a sharp nod. "Yes, sir, of course." He kept his eyes trained on the president, ignoring his urge to look Jared's way, or the urge to cringe. He was going to die. Either from sexual frustration or by the president's own hands.
"Very well." Jared's father looked at Jared. "This is Agent Ackles. Be good, please?"
Jared rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room, brushing past Jensen on his way to his own room. Jared's father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Go after him, Agent. Please."
"Yes sir," Jensen said on last time before hurrying after Jared. It wasn't that hard to catch up to him, and he put his hand on Jared's shoulder, holding him firmly. "Mr. Padalecki," he said sternly, moving to stand in front of him. "I understand that you don't want my protection, but please don't make this harder than it has to be."
Jared shook him off. "It's nothin' against you, man. I'd rather still be in Texas." He pushed past him and went into his room, slamming the door.
Jensen sighed heavily, but agreed with him. He missed Texas too. He knocked on Jared's door softly, tapping his fingers on his leg a little nervously.
"What?" Jared snapped, face down on his bed.
"We have to talk about how this is going to work, Mr. Padalecki," Jensen said, forcing himself to be calm in patient. He wasn't going to make Jared hate him anymore than he probably already did just by being forced into this situation.
Jared sighed. "It's unlocked."
Jensen opened the door and slipped in before shutting it behind him. "You should probably keep it locked," he warned. "Just in case."
Jared rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay."
Jensen sighed again. "Dude, I'm doing this for you, okay? This is your life on the line, and I don't think you get how serious it is."
Jared sat up. "I think security's plenty tight in the White House."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean a thing. The threats could be coming from someone on the inside." Jensen pulled out a chair and sat down, raising an eyebrow at him. "Everyone's a suspect at this point."
Jared leaned back on his elbows. "Even you?"
Jensen stared at him for a moment, then grinned. "Everyone except for me." He tried not to let his eyes linger over Jared's body. "Or your family."
"Dunno...my dad's been mad enough to kill me before..." Jared grinned. "And who would expect the threat to the presidential family being the president himself? Sounds like a movie to me..."
Jensen shook his head slowly, trying not to laugh. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you, Padalecki?"
"Sure am." Jared grinned. "I mean honestly...my father is a Republican...who wouldn't suspect him of foul play?" Jared laid back again, sighing.
Jensen's eyes lingered far longer than they should have. "Seriously, though. Until we find out who it really is, I will need to be with you practically 24/7. I'll need to know where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing at all times."
Jared rolled his eyes and then closed them. "D'you have to hold it for me when I piss, too?"
Jensen coughed awkwardly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I get your point. But if I don't do this right, not only could you die, but your father would have my ass."
Jared laughed wryly. "So you're doing this so the president won't kick your ass."
Jensen sighed heavily. "No. I'm doing this because I need to keep you safe. That part is just extra motivation. Believe it or not, Padalecki, I'd want to keep you safe even if your father wasn't paying me for it."
Jared looked at him, frowning. "You would? Why?"
Jensen fought to keep his blush down. "Uh, yeah, 'cause...you're a good kid. I'm not just gonna let some psycho kill you."
"Oh..." Jared bit his lip, then closed his eyes again. "So what am I allowed to do?"
"Well, I'm not going to be the only SS agent following you," Jensen said. "Just the only obvious one. As long as I know what you're doing ahead of time, so I can go and check the place out before hand, you should be good. The only thing I'm really gonna have to say no to are concerts, or something with a big, close crowd."
"Oh. What if I want to go on a date?"
Jensen made a face at that, but shrugged. "Just lemme know who it is before then, so I can do a background check and everything. And I'll still be with you, of course, just...tucked away somewhere where I can still see you."
Jared made a face. "Man...what if I wanna get laid?"
"If you wanna get laid, just tell me. I'm not gonna cock block you, dude, unless I think there's really something wrong with the girl, okay?" Jensen shook his head. "Just use a condom."
Jared laughed again, just as wryly. "Yeah. Girl."
Jensen raised an eyebrow, repeating over and over in his head not an option, not an option. "Or guy, whatever floats your boat."
"And what a scandal that would be." Jared shook his head. "Do you have to stay in the same room at night, or do I at least get a little privacy to jack off, as teenage boys are wont to do?"
Jensen raised his other eyebrow too. "I'm taking the room next to yours," he replied slowly. "And I'm giving you the number to my beeper, so if you're ever in trouble, and I'm not there, you can contact me. I also want to go through all the messages you've received from this person myself okay?" God, it was all Jensen could do not to kill the kid himself. Or gag him and fuck him stupid.
"Yeah, whatever." Jared exhaled. "Geez, the government can't even spring for cell phones now? No wonder America regrets electing Daddy dearest."
"You're the only one who's going to know the number for the beeper, so I know it's always you. And..." Jensen bit his lip. "It's gonna seem stupid, but...it'd make my job a lot easier, and make me feel a whole lot better if you wore this." He took a length of black leather out of his pocket with a small golden charm on the end. "It has a tracking device in it.."
"Aww, honey, buying me jewelry already?" Jared plucked the necklace from his hand, sighing irritably. "Is that all?"
Jensen rolled his eyes. "One more thing. Hand me your phone."
Jared sighed, then lifted his hips rather obscenely and pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
Jensen swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before looking back, steadying his hands before taking Jared's cell phone. He programmed his beeper and cell phone number into it, setting it for the first speed dial. "There," he said, handing it back with a small smirk.
Jared smirked right back, slipping it into his front pocket this time and running his fingers slightly over his fly. "Thanks, Agent," he said, his voice a bit husky.
Jensen stared at him, lips slightly parted, his cock twitching in his stupid, tight, wool pants. "Right," he said, voice slightly choked. God, he was not going to be seduced by the president's son.
Jared grinned, trailing his fingers up his stomach. "So I'm ready for bed...how 'bout you?"
Jensen let out a shaky sigh. "Yeah," he whispered, a little dazed.
Jared smirked. "So go to your own room, Agent Ackles."
Jensen looked up, blushing slightly even as he glared. "See you in the morning," he muttered, getting up and leaving the room, cursing under his breath. He stopped at the door and looked back. "Call me if you need anything," he murmured, giving Jared a small smirk before shutting the door behind him.
Jared grinned at the door for a good minute before sighing in resignation and undoing his jeans, stroking himself quickly. This sucked, but maybe he could make it a little better, especially since the agent seemed so responsive.
He wondered idly, after he was finished, just how responsive he was.
Jensen jerked himself off hard and fast the minute he got into his room, coming with a growl of frustration. God, he was not looking forward to this at all. The kid was a brat. A hot, spoiled, seductive brat.
Jensen was so, so screwed. And not in a good way.
Next Part
Chapter: One
Authors: lvlysnidrus and pez_gurl
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: This part, language.
A/N: We came up with this and were all "omg must do it," so. We did it! Hope you enjoy.
Jared narrowed his eyes. "No, Dad."
"Yes, Jared. Unless you'd rather I lock you in your room."
Jared glared harder. "This isn't fair, Dad."
"Would you rather die?" Jared's father raised an eyebrow, and Jared sighed.
"No, sir."
"Good." His father pressed a button. "Agent Ackles, will you come in here, please?" They both looked at the door to the Oval Office when it opened, and Jared's eyes widened.
Jensen strode in, dark sunglasses perched on his head, a serious look on his face. "Yes, sir?" he asked, trying not to glance at the president's son. It wouldn't be good to be caught checking him out. Not that Jensen didn't do that at every opportunity anyways.
Jared's eyes widened. Him?? Not him, not the one Jared always stared at. This would hurt his argument.
"Yes, agent. I'm assigning you to watch my son. I trust you know about the threats on his life?"
Jensen gave a sharp nod. "Yes, sir, of course." He kept his eyes trained on the president, ignoring his urge to look Jared's way, or the urge to cringe. He was going to die. Either from sexual frustration or by the president's own hands.
"Very well." Jared's father looked at Jared. "This is Agent Ackles. Be good, please?"
Jared rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room, brushing past Jensen on his way to his own room. Jared's father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Go after him, Agent. Please."
"Yes sir," Jensen said on last time before hurrying after Jared. It wasn't that hard to catch up to him, and he put his hand on Jared's shoulder, holding him firmly. "Mr. Padalecki," he said sternly, moving to stand in front of him. "I understand that you don't want my protection, but please don't make this harder than it has to be."
Jared shook him off. "It's nothin' against you, man. I'd rather still be in Texas." He pushed past him and went into his room, slamming the door.
Jensen sighed heavily, but agreed with him. He missed Texas too. He knocked on Jared's door softly, tapping his fingers on his leg a little nervously.
"What?" Jared snapped, face down on his bed.
"We have to talk about how this is going to work, Mr. Padalecki," Jensen said, forcing himself to be calm in patient. He wasn't going to make Jared hate him anymore than he probably already did just by being forced into this situation.
Jared sighed. "It's unlocked."
Jensen opened the door and slipped in before shutting it behind him. "You should probably keep it locked," he warned. "Just in case."
Jared rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay."
Jensen sighed again. "Dude, I'm doing this for you, okay? This is your life on the line, and I don't think you get how serious it is."
Jared sat up. "I think security's plenty tight in the White House."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean a thing. The threats could be coming from someone on the inside." Jensen pulled out a chair and sat down, raising an eyebrow at him. "Everyone's a suspect at this point."
Jared leaned back on his elbows. "Even you?"
Jensen stared at him for a moment, then grinned. "Everyone except for me." He tried not to let his eyes linger over Jared's body. "Or your family."
"Dunno...my dad's been mad enough to kill me before..." Jared grinned. "And who would expect the threat to the presidential family being the president himself? Sounds like a movie to me..."
Jensen shook his head slowly, trying not to laugh. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you, Padalecki?"
"Sure am." Jared grinned. "I mean honestly...my father is a Republican...who wouldn't suspect him of foul play?" Jared laid back again, sighing.
Jensen's eyes lingered far longer than they should have. "Seriously, though. Until we find out who it really is, I will need to be with you practically 24/7. I'll need to know where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing at all times."
Jared rolled his eyes and then closed them. "D'you have to hold it for me when I piss, too?"
Jensen coughed awkwardly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I get your point. But if I don't do this right, not only could you die, but your father would have my ass."
Jared laughed wryly. "So you're doing this so the president won't kick your ass."
Jensen sighed heavily. "No. I'm doing this because I need to keep you safe. That part is just extra motivation. Believe it or not, Padalecki, I'd want to keep you safe even if your father wasn't paying me for it."
Jared looked at him, frowning. "You would? Why?"
Jensen fought to keep his blush down. "Uh, yeah, 'cause...you're a good kid. I'm not just gonna let some psycho kill you."
"Oh..." Jared bit his lip, then closed his eyes again. "So what am I allowed to do?"
"Well, I'm not going to be the only SS agent following you," Jensen said. "Just the only obvious one. As long as I know what you're doing ahead of time, so I can go and check the place out before hand, you should be good. The only thing I'm really gonna have to say no to are concerts, or something with a big, close crowd."
"Oh. What if I want to go on a date?"
Jensen made a face at that, but shrugged. "Just lemme know who it is before then, so I can do a background check and everything. And I'll still be with you, of course, just...tucked away somewhere where I can still see you."
Jared made a face. "Man...what if I wanna get laid?"
"If you wanna get laid, just tell me. I'm not gonna cock block you, dude, unless I think there's really something wrong with the girl, okay?" Jensen shook his head. "Just use a condom."
Jared laughed again, just as wryly. "Yeah. Girl."
Jensen raised an eyebrow, repeating over and over in his head not an option, not an option. "Or guy, whatever floats your boat."
"And what a scandal that would be." Jared shook his head. "Do you have to stay in the same room at night, or do I at least get a little privacy to jack off, as teenage boys are wont to do?"
Jensen raised his other eyebrow too. "I'm taking the room next to yours," he replied slowly. "And I'm giving you the number to my beeper, so if you're ever in trouble, and I'm not there, you can contact me. I also want to go through all the messages you've received from this person myself okay?" God, it was all Jensen could do not to kill the kid himself. Or gag him and fuck him stupid.
"Yeah, whatever." Jared exhaled. "Geez, the government can't even spring for cell phones now? No wonder America regrets electing Daddy dearest."
"You're the only one who's going to know the number for the beeper, so I know it's always you. And..." Jensen bit his lip. "It's gonna seem stupid, but...it'd make my job a lot easier, and make me feel a whole lot better if you wore this." He took a length of black leather out of his pocket with a small golden charm on the end. "It has a tracking device in it.."
"Aww, honey, buying me jewelry already?" Jared plucked the necklace from his hand, sighing irritably. "Is that all?"
Jensen rolled his eyes. "One more thing. Hand me your phone."
Jared sighed, then lifted his hips rather obscenely and pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
Jensen swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before looking back, steadying his hands before taking Jared's cell phone. He programmed his beeper and cell phone number into it, setting it for the first speed dial. "There," he said, handing it back with a small smirk.
Jared smirked right back, slipping it into his front pocket this time and running his fingers slightly over his fly. "Thanks, Agent," he said, his voice a bit husky.
Jensen stared at him, lips slightly parted, his cock twitching in his stupid, tight, wool pants. "Right," he said, voice slightly choked. God, he was not going to be seduced by the president's son.
Jared grinned, trailing his fingers up his stomach. "So I'm ready for bed...how 'bout you?"
Jensen let out a shaky sigh. "Yeah," he whispered, a little dazed.
Jared smirked. "So go to your own room, Agent Ackles."
Jensen looked up, blushing slightly even as he glared. "See you in the morning," he muttered, getting up and leaving the room, cursing under his breath. He stopped at the door and looked back. "Call me if you need anything," he murmured, giving Jared a small smirk before shutting the door behind him.
Jared grinned at the door for a good minute before sighing in resignation and undoing his jeans, stroking himself quickly. This sucked, but maybe he could make it a little better, especially since the agent seemed so responsive.
He wondered idly, after he was finished, just how responsive he was.
Jensen jerked himself off hard and fast the minute he got into his room, coming with a growl of frustration. God, he was not looking forward to this at all. The kid was a brat. A hot, spoiled, seductive brat.
Jensen was so, so screwed. And not in a good way.
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