Skillet on the Stove ch. 3
Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Three
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: Mav hate, angst
A/N: This chapter's kinda short, but...well, we hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you all soooo much for all of the kind comments, because it really encourages us! :D Also, it might be a couple days before we post the next chapter, but hang tight! It'll be here!
It had been about a week, and Jared hadn't mentioned what had happened that first day. In fact, he'd decided that the best way at this point to bother the hell out of Jensen was to be on his very best behavior.
And it was so working.
Jensen's mind was slowly coming apart at the seams. Jared was being good, never arguing with him, doing whatever Jensen told him to do, and he was staying safe. It was seriously starting to fuck him up, and Jensen didn't know how much more he could take.
Jared bit his lip and put on his best innocent face, then knocked on Jensen's door that morning.
Jensen wearily pulled on a clean, light blue button down and opened the door, raising an eyebrow at Jared. "What's the plan for today, man?" he asked.
Jared shrugged, biting his lip. "I just wanted to know if I could go down to the kitchen..."
Jensen stared at him for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, lemme just grab my things." He turned around and grabbed his beeper, cell phone, and gun, tucking it into his holster before going back over to Jared.
Jared bit back a comment about how that seemed a bit much for a walk downstairs, and started walking.
Jensen followed him with an almost inaudible sigh, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was starting to resent this job. Not only was everything awkward, but he liked it better when Jared was being a snob. He was funnier. Not this...compliant, boring kid who'd taken his place.
Jared grabbed the box of Eggo's and put a few into the toaster. He hadn't said anything about going to a restaurant for the last week, as he was trying to unnerve Jensen as much as possible.
Jensen bit into a juicy pear, eyes on Jared, wary and just waiting for it. He knew Jared was going to do something soon. He wasn't an idiot. "So...you have any plans at all for today?" he finally asked.
Jared shrugged. "What d'you wanna do?" He watched the edges of the waffles turn brown, trying to hold back a smirk.
Jensen bit his lip, studying him. "The Mavs are playing, actually. I was hoping to catch some of the game."
Jared made a face but schooled it easily. "Then we can watch the game..."
Jensen grinned wickedly. "And, hey, I've got two Mavs jerseys. Maybe we can both wear 'em and match! Wouldn't that be awesome?"
Jared shifted, feeling that disgust low in his stomach. "I...o-okay..."
Jensen narrowed his eyes. "Dude, what the fuck's your problem?" he blurted out, hands thrown in the air.
Jared looked at him, tilting his head. "I'm being good. That's not what you want?"
Jensen glared. "I want you to be yourself, Jared. Just because I'm trying to protect you doesn't mean you have to do everything I want. Unless, of course, what you want compromises your safety."
"See, I was gonna do what I wanted. You wanted it too. And hell if I'm not safe when I do that. And yet you said no." Jared turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Jaw clenched, Jensen followed him, grabbing him by the wrist and stopping him. "If you wanna talk about this, we'll talk about this. But not here." He dropped Jared's wrist and put his hand on his shoulder instead, guiding him firmly up to his room.
Jared wrenched away from him once they were securely inside. "Don't touch me."
Jensen sighed. "I'm sorry," he offered. "But Jared...you have to know we can't do this. Yeah, you might not tell anyone, but there'll always be a chance for someone to find us out. Whether it's the press, or another SS agent, or one of the hundreds of cameras in here...you're never alone, dude, don't you get that?"
Jared rolled his eyes and looked away. "I'm just looking for a fuck, dude." It wasn't entirely true, but Jared could settle for it.
Sighing, Jensen shook his head. "Which is even worse. I'm not having a one night stand with my charge."
"So you'd rather have a relationship than just a little fun?" Jared raised an eyebrow.
Jensen wasn't going to let a 17 year old get to him. "I'd rather do neither and keep my job," he spat.
Jared shrugged. "I'd be good with either."
Jensen sighed again. "We can't," he whispered. "It'd...it'd fuck up my judgement, Jared. God, I already can't think straight around you."
Jared stared at him for a second. Then he sighed, looking away. "Whatever. Just...just leave me alone, okay? As much as you're able to." Jared turned and walked out, not even going into his room. Instead he just leaned against the wall in the hallway, rubbing a hand over his face.
This wasn't right. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. Jared wasn't supposed to want Jensen like he did. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Jensen sat down heavily on his bed, sighing. It was familiar and he clenched his hands into fists as he bowed his head and stared hard at the floor. He tried to remind himself that it was for the best; that he couldn't have Jared, there was too much at stake.
But he still wanted him, way more than he should. And it was going to fuck everything up. He could already tell.
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Chapter: Three
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: Mav hate, angst
A/N: This chapter's kinda short, but...well, we hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you all soooo much for all of the kind comments, because it really encourages us! :D Also, it might be a couple days before we post the next chapter, but hang tight! It'll be here!
It had been about a week, and Jared hadn't mentioned what had happened that first day. In fact, he'd decided that the best way at this point to bother the hell out of Jensen was to be on his very best behavior.
And it was so working.
Jensen's mind was slowly coming apart at the seams. Jared was being good, never arguing with him, doing whatever Jensen told him to do, and he was staying safe. It was seriously starting to fuck him up, and Jensen didn't know how much more he could take.
Jared bit his lip and put on his best innocent face, then knocked on Jensen's door that morning.
Jensen wearily pulled on a clean, light blue button down and opened the door, raising an eyebrow at Jared. "What's the plan for today, man?" he asked.
Jared shrugged, biting his lip. "I just wanted to know if I could go down to the kitchen..."
Jensen stared at him for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, lemme just grab my things." He turned around and grabbed his beeper, cell phone, and gun, tucking it into his holster before going back over to Jared.
Jared bit back a comment about how that seemed a bit much for a walk downstairs, and started walking.
Jensen followed him with an almost inaudible sigh, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was starting to resent this job. Not only was everything awkward, but he liked it better when Jared was being a snob. He was funnier. Not this...compliant, boring kid who'd taken his place.
Jared grabbed the box of Eggo's and put a few into the toaster. He hadn't said anything about going to a restaurant for the last week, as he was trying to unnerve Jensen as much as possible.
Jensen bit into a juicy pear, eyes on Jared, wary and just waiting for it. He knew Jared was going to do something soon. He wasn't an idiot. "So...you have any plans at all for today?" he finally asked.
Jared shrugged. "What d'you wanna do?" He watched the edges of the waffles turn brown, trying to hold back a smirk.
Jensen bit his lip, studying him. "The Mavs are playing, actually. I was hoping to catch some of the game."
Jared made a face but schooled it easily. "Then we can watch the game..."
Jensen grinned wickedly. "And, hey, I've got two Mavs jerseys. Maybe we can both wear 'em and match! Wouldn't that be awesome?"
Jared shifted, feeling that disgust low in his stomach. "I...o-okay..."
Jensen narrowed his eyes. "Dude, what the fuck's your problem?" he blurted out, hands thrown in the air.
Jared looked at him, tilting his head. "I'm being good. That's not what you want?"
Jensen glared. "I want you to be yourself, Jared. Just because I'm trying to protect you doesn't mean you have to do everything I want. Unless, of course, what you want compromises your safety."
"See, I was gonna do what I wanted. You wanted it too. And hell if I'm not safe when I do that. And yet you said no." Jared turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Jaw clenched, Jensen followed him, grabbing him by the wrist and stopping him. "If you wanna talk about this, we'll talk about this. But not here." He dropped Jared's wrist and put his hand on his shoulder instead, guiding him firmly up to his room.
Jared wrenched away from him once they were securely inside. "Don't touch me."
Jensen sighed. "I'm sorry," he offered. "But Jared...you have to know we can't do this. Yeah, you might not tell anyone, but there'll always be a chance for someone to find us out. Whether it's the press, or another SS agent, or one of the hundreds of cameras in here...you're never alone, dude, don't you get that?"
Jared rolled his eyes and looked away. "I'm just looking for a fuck, dude." It wasn't entirely true, but Jared could settle for it.
Sighing, Jensen shook his head. "Which is even worse. I'm not having a one night stand with my charge."
"So you'd rather have a relationship than just a little fun?" Jared raised an eyebrow.
Jensen wasn't going to let a 17 year old get to him. "I'd rather do neither and keep my job," he spat.
Jared shrugged. "I'd be good with either."
Jensen sighed again. "We can't," he whispered. "It'd...it'd fuck up my judgement, Jared. God, I already can't think straight around you."
Jared stared at him for a second. Then he sighed, looking away. "Whatever. Just...just leave me alone, okay? As much as you're able to." Jared turned and walked out, not even going into his room. Instead he just leaned against the wall in the hallway, rubbing a hand over his face.
This wasn't right. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. Jared wasn't supposed to want Jensen like he did. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Jensen sat down heavily on his bed, sighing. It was familiar and he clenched his hands into fists as he bowed his head and stared hard at the floor. He tried to remind himself that it was for the best; that he couldn't have Jared, there was too much at stake.
But he still wanted him, way more than he should. And it was going to fuck everything up. He could already tell.
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