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In Service, Part 9, Supernatural RPS AU, NC-17
Fandom: RPS (Supernatural with added Buffy, Angel, SGA, STNG)
Title: In Service, Part 9 (Previous parts found: Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part 4 Here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Samantha Ferris, Alyson Hannigan, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3796
Summary: Jensen puts his plan in motion. JP comes clean with Jensen, and forces him to look at his emotional connection to Jared. Oh, and then there's sex.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It's...crack...No, seriously...total crack. I take great liberties with the families of the celebrities I...um...use...creating siblings, erasing siblings, aging and de-aging siblings...pretty much doing anything I want. Um...and just about anyone is game. As to Warnings: This is slave fic, dubious con to some degree...
Jensen shook his head at his head of news programming. “Sam, look…we want it hot. We want it to make people think. I want in that training center.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think we’re going to get in…and we can’t put it in prime time.”
“Why not?”
She looked perplexed. “It isn’t suitable…nudity and language. You’re talking about sex slaves.”
Jensen nodded. “Yes, we are. Current statistics say that 85% of all families in the upper class have at least one. We narrow that to nobility, the numbers go up to 98%. That’s a lot of families.”
Samantha shook her head. “I think it will hurt us in the long run. Those numbers don’t represent most of our viewers.”
“I don’t care about the long run. Not right now. Right now I’m concerned with the ratings right now.” He stood and paced around the room. “We hit this hard, then we back off, cover the history of Service, the reasons it was established. Balance it out.”
Her cell phone rang. “Ferris. Yeah, send her in.” She looked up at him. “Our girl’s here. Her name’s Alyson Hannigan, and she’s been working Washington the last six months.”
There was a knock on the door. Jensen opened it, smiling broadly at the petite red-head on the other side. “Alyson, come on in. Marcy, hold my calls.” His secretary nodded and he followed Alyson in. “You know Ms. Ferris I take it?”
“Nice to finally put a face with the name.” Alyson said, extending her hand.
Samantha smiled. “Likewise, and this, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, is Lord Ackles.”
“Jensen, please.” Jensen sat down and gestured for her to as well. “I take it you understand why you’re here?”
Alyson sat, but she frowned a little. “I gather it’s something to do with my work exposing the corruption in Service, but that’s all.”
Jensen nodded. “Yes, we’re looking to do a series of news reports and documentaries.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “You do realize that I don’t approve of Service and the work I have shows the terrible conditions and the ugliness of servitude, right?”
Jensen smiled and sat back in his chair. “Exactly what I’m looking for. And you’re welcome to show it as ugly and dark as you see it. I’m giving you your own crew. You’ll coordinate with Samantha here, she’ll give you direction and I’ll review your footage. We’ll do our best to get you whatever interviews you need.”
“And what about you?”
Jensen’s smile drained away. “What about me?”
Alyson’s face was dark. “I know you have a Servant yourself. And that your family has several.”
“That has no bearing on your assignment.” Jensen said, looking to Samantha who shrugged.
“No? What if I don’t want to work for someone who has a slave?”
Jensen sighed. “Then you’re free to go and we’ll find someone else. I’m sorry, I thought you wanted your side to be seen.”
“I do. I just don’t know what game you’re playing.”
Jensen regarded her. She was thinking, watching, gauging him. “Ratings. That’s the only game I’m playing. Your material will bring them. I need them.” He crossed his arms and watched her weigh it. “I will support you 100%, no matter what you have to say.”
“Even if it incriminates you?” Alyson asked, her eyebrow raising.
Jensen nodded slowly. “I plan on being completely honest, Alyson. I’m actually developing my own little hour or so, to give my take on the issue.”
She raised both eyebrows now. “So I take it you won’t be appearing in my segments then?”
“We’ll see if you need me. I’m betting there are enough other Lords and Ladies out there willing to embarrass themselves for you though that you won’t need me. So, does that mean you’re in?”
“As long as it means I don’t have to go back to covering the Washington social scene. I was ready to hang myself.”
Jensen chuckled. “I think we can accommodate you. I look forward to seeing your work.”
“How soon do you want it?”
“We want a ten minute segment on the news in two days, then you’ll get a half hour on Sunday Evening in a week, which will set up your two hour expose at the end of the month.” Samantha said.
“You work fast.” Alyson said.
Jensen shrugged. “I’ve got two months to get ratings up 20%. I need to be fast. Work with Samantha on what we want in each segment. We want to build audience. Hope you’re not afraid of attention, Ms. Hannigan. By the time your segments hit the internet, you’re going to be very visible.”
The house was blessedly quiet as he came home. He knew Chris was staying with his sister downtown for a few days, and that left Jared and JP. He was never really sure how that would go on any given day. Jared stayed in their room the second day JP was there. Reportedly they had spent the third day together watching movies in the rec room.
Neither of them were downstairs as Jensen opened the door. He was expecting Jeff to call with the unofficial first look at the ratings for the week. Not that he was expecting a huge change, not so early…but he knew the numbers had gone up following Alyson’s first report. They’d replayed the ten minutes on the late news and again on the morning news show, then teased the longer segment. The late news posted first look numbers that were almost double what they usually were.
The rest of the plan was rolling out, but it mostly hinged around the girl’s news segments and her upcoming special. He was counting on it to draw people in. He smiled at Alecia who came to take his jacket. “What’s going on, Alecia?”
“Nothing much, my Lord. It has been a quiet afternoon.”
“Good.”
He poured himself a drink and wandered out by the pool. The evening was cool, the sunset making everything red and rosy. He sighed and lowered himself onto a lounge chair. He hadn’t let himself relax, not all week. He’d been watching Alyson’s footage almost every day, sending her encouragement and coaching. He’d also worked on his own piece. He was serious about it. He had it almost laid out. He hadn’t talked to Jared or JP about it yet, but he wanted their story told. Unlike everything else, he was going to do it understated and un-sensationalized. And unlike everything else, it was going to be the unmitigated truth, as best as he could tell it.
“My Lord?”
Jensen looked up, surprised to find JP standing nearby. “Hey.”
“I was wondering if we could talk.”
“Sure, sit down. I was going to come see you in the morning, see how you’re doing.”
JP sat on the end of the chair next to his, shrugging a little. “It’s…odd. The last few months have been crazy, and before that…we’d just about given up on Jared…on ever seeing him again. Mom’s just…she could barely talk when I saw them.”
“It’s hard on Jared too.” Jensen sipped at his drink. “He…he’s like a child in so many ways.” He sighed. It hurt to think of him ending up back with Stewart. It hurt to think of him anywhere that Jensen couldn’t make sure he was alright. He closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. He wasn’t sure when that happened.
“You are…not what I expected.” JP said, looking quizzically at him. “You are confusing.”
Jensen frowned at him. “How so?”
“You obviously care for my brother. I did not anticipate that. I mean, my mother seemed to think you did, but she’s a romantic. She wanted to believe that who ever ended up owning him would come to care for him. I’m a little more practical. I live in the real world.”
Jensen shifted in his seat. That word made him uncomfortable. Technically, it was true. He did own Jared. Legally.
“But I still own him.” Jensen offered and JP nodded, his face guarded and in shadow.
“Yes.” JP lowered his gaze. “But then, you went up against one of the most powerful Lords in the country when you set Lisa and Jordan on the trail to find me. You saved me from becoming exactly like Jared.”
Jensen was even more uncomfortable now. He finished off his drink and stood. “I didn’t save you JP, that was Lisa. I had nothing to do with it.” He kept his back to the younger man, staring up at his bedroom window. There was only a dim light on and he wondered what Jared was up to up there. “I’m just a spoiled rich brat, JP. I get what I want because I can. I was just appeasing my conscience when I told Jordan about you.”
“That’s part of my point.” JP said, coming to stand beside Jensen. “You have one.”
They stood there quietly, both of them watching a soft shadow move across the window. “If I could, JP…if I could just release him…” Jensen sighed and lowered his eyes to his empty glass. “I almost did, that night at your parents’ house. He was hurt and he thought he wasn’t good, that I was throwing him away. I don’t ever want to see that look on his face again.”
“I have a confession to make.” JP said, his hand on Jensen’s shoulder and turning Jensen to face him. “And a request.”
He was very serious. Jensen licked his lips and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. So. I came here under…not really false pretenses, because I did need a place outside of Austin to hide while they settled my parents and sisters…but…I did have another agenda.” He sighed and met Jensen’s eyes. “I came here to steal Jared.”
Jensen felt a flare of anger and fear stab through his stomach. JP held up his hand before Jensen could say anything. “I realize now that I can’t. Jared needs you.” JP exhaled and glanced back up at the window. “A part of me hates you for it…but he trusts you. Hell, I think he loves you.”
“He what?” Jensen looked up at the window, shaking his head. No. It wasn’t love. It was…well, he wasn’t sure. But slaves don’t love their owners.
JP smirked, chuckled. “Boy, you’re nearly as dense as he is. He can’t see that you love him either.”
“I what?” Jensen looked at him now, his forehead hurt with the intensity of his frown.
“You’ll figure it out. I’ve already told Jordan and Lisa it’s a no go. They were supposed to pick us up when I got Jared out…take us to our family.”
Jensen rubbed his forehead, tried to stop frowning. It was all too much. The week, the revelations. He sighed and sat slowly back down on the chair. “And the request?”
“I’d like to stay, if you don’t mind.”
Jensen looked up at him. “If I let you stay, I’m going to need your help.”
JP nodded guardedly. “With what?”
“Jared can’t know what I’m about to tell you. Not yet.”
“Okay.”
He was just a boy. Sixteen. Jensen was crazy for even considering telling him. “I’m in trouble, JP. And if I fail, Jared will be too.” He wanted another drink, but didn’t think he had the energy to go get more. “Stewart set me up. I have less than two months to meet a performance measurement at the studio, or I lose everything back to Stewart, including Jared.”
“What can I do?”
“If it comes down to it, I want you to do what you came here for. Take Jared and run.” It wasn’t what he’d started out to say. JP came to stand in front of him, looking down.
“And what about you?”
He’d take Jared’s place. But he wasn’t telling JP that. “I’ll be fine. I’m nobility. I might get fined for not living up to my end of the contract and not surrendering Jared, but if he was stolen from me? Maybe not.”
“Deal.”
“There is something more.” Jensen said, standing up. “My attempt to win the ratings I need is pretty intense. I’m stirring up a lot of controversy.”
“I’ve seen the advertising.”
Jensen led him into the house. “I’d like to cap the whole thing off with Jared’s story…our story. I’d use different names for him and you, of course, but I’m going to need details, interviews with your family. I want to try to do this in a way that makes people think.”
JP stopped and stared at him. “What’s the point?”
“I want Stewart to know that I am not afraid of him. I plan on naming him, calling him out. I plan on telling the whole truth, JP. On national television. What he did to Jared, to you…how he manipulated me, maneuvered me into a position where I am more than likely going to fail…I imagine by the time it’s over my family will disown me and I may still lose…but I’ll go down fighting.”
He watched JP for a few minutes. “Will you help?”
JP nodded tightly. “If it means knocking Stewart around a little, yeah, I’ll help.”
Jensen smiled. “Good. Now…why don’t you go get some rest. I’m going to make a few calls.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” JP said as he reached the stairs.
“If you’re going be living here, you better start calling me Jensen. I hate the damn title.”
JP smiled and nodded. “Goodnight, then, Jensen.”
When he was gone, Jensen crossed to the bar to pour himself another shot, stopping when his cell phone rang. “Tell me it’s good news Jeff.”
“You sitting?”
“Should I be?”
“Overall numbers across the board are up five percent. The news numbers are up fifteen. I think your crazy ass plan just might be working.”
“Yes.” Jensen exhaled in relief and poured whiskey into his glass. “That’s good. So we keep to the plan. Have the staff in my conference room first thing tomorrow. We’ll review where we stand.”
He hung up the phone. His heart was racing. He might just pull it off.
He swallowed the whiskey in his glass and headed up the stairs. Jared smiled at him, coming out of the bathroom, freshly showered. Jensen smiled back. “You look so good.” Jensen said, sliding his arms around Jared’s waist and reaching up to kiss him.
“You’re in a good mood.” Jared chuckled as Jensen danced them to the bed.
“I am…and I’m going to show you how good. Lay down.”
Jared squinted at him briefly, but did as he was told, surrendering the towel and laying back on the bed. His skin was still damp and it was shiny and golden and Jensen stood over him. “Now…no matter what I do, you are to just lay there, understand?”
Jared looked up at him, his green eyes bright and shining. “What…are you going to do?”
Jensen smiled, his tongue between his teeth as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Lay back and close your eyes. I’ll show you.”
Jared did, settling in as Jensen decided where to begin. Long arms, torso…those hips…then he settled on legs. Jared’s impossibly long legs. He ran one finger up the bottom of one foot. Jared tensed, then relaxed. Jensen dragged his thumbnail up the arch and Jared’s foot twisted a little. He let his strong thumbs circle over the pad of his foot.
Then, Jensen leaned in and kissed the arch. He saw movement, knew Jared had raised his head and was looking at him. “My lord?”
“Jensen,” he corrected. “Lay back and close your eyes.” When Jared had complied, Jensen kissed the damp skin again, letting his tongue gently caress the spot, then moving up to Jared’s ankle. His tongue circled Jared’s ankle bone, then he opened his mouth and covered it, licking and sucking lightly.
“Jensen?”
He looked up. Jared’s face was confused and a little amused. Jensen grinned. “Yes?”
“I—I…what is it you want?”
“I want you to lay back and enjoy this. Okay?”
“Are you certain you don’t want…I mean…”
Jensen straightened up, sliding a hand up Jared’s stomach and chest. He leaned down and kissed him. “I want you to lay still and just go with it. I want to make you feel good, Jared.”
“I do…I mean…” Jensen covered his lips with a finger.
“No more words. You can make noises, but no words. Understand?”
Jared’s eyes crinkled around the edges, but he nodded. Jensen kissed him again. “Good boy.” He went back to Jared’s feet, turning to the untouched one…rubbing first his hand, then his lips over the skin. When he sucked his ankle bone between his lips, Jared let out a small gasp. Jensen grinned against his skin.
This was something new to him…but as he slid his lips up Jared’s muscular calf and licked under his knee, Jensen found he liked the way Jared’s skin tasted. Even more, he liked the noises Jared made.
Jensen braced his hands on Jared’s thighs, kneading at the muscle. Jared whimpered and Jensen could see him biting his lip. He smiled and leaned in to brush his lips over the left thigh, just grazing the surface, down to his knee…then up, almost to his hip, before turning to do the same on the right.
Jared’s cock was hardening as he neared it, and his hands fluttered to cover it, then fell away when Jensen touched one. “Want to see, Jared. It’s okay.” He kissed down the crease of leg and hip, guiding Jared’s legs open, bending at the knee to give him room. “Love the way you taste.” His tongue flicked out over the tender white skin of his inner thigh, then under his balls. Jared groaned and his hands fluttered again, cupping his cock, then falling to the bed, grabbing at the bedspread.
Jensen had never touched his mouth to another person like this, had never wrapped his lips around another man’s cock. It was…not something that a man of his position was ever expected to do. He knew Jared would never expect it.
His first touch was hesitant, the very tip of his tongue, under, up. Jared’s breath exploded out of him and Jensen thought he heard a half formed word in the sound. It was enough to encourage him to do it again. Jared’s hips lifted, pulling his cock away from Jensen while he made distressed whimpers. Jensen rose up so that he could see Jared’s face.
He was panting, anxious. His eyes were dark and he was shaking his head. Jensen met those eyes with his own, never letting them go as he opened his mouth, his hands holding Jared’s cock up…and he guided it into his mouth, past his lips, onto his tongue. He rolled his tongue around the tip, his eyes locked on Jared’s. When he closed his mouth, Jared’s eyes closed too and Jensen slid down, letting Jared move inside him.
The feeling was incredible, silky soft skin over hard muscle, smooth and yet powerful. He was bigger than Jensen had first thought, his cock swelling with the attention. Jensen’s hands moved over his hips, pressing him to the bed as he repositioned himself to take more of him into his mouth. Jared’s mouth was open now, tiny sounds escaping…a constant stream now.
Jensen moved his mouth down to his balls, licking and sucking them before sliding his tongue up the crease to his hip. He licked around the jutting bone, one hand moving to stroke Jared’s cock while he kissed and sucked and licked his way to Jared’s navel. When he dipped his tongue into the small hole, Jared arched up, gasping and drawing in a ragged breath. Jensen did it again, and so did Jared, his eyes flashing open.
Jensen moved quickly then, capturing his lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Jared whimpered and Jensen swallowed the sound, claiming Jared’s tongue with his own, pulling on his cock as he kissed him.
His own cock was hard inside his pants, but he made no move to relieve it. No…somewhere along the way, he had decided that this was entirely for Jared. He kissed down Jared’s jaw to his ear. “I’m going to make you come, Jared…I’m going to taste you…are you ready?”
He didn’t want for Jared to respond, just swooped back to his cock, swallowing him quickly and deeply. He let go with his hands and Jared surged upward, his hips coming off the bed even as Jensen’s mouth moved down him. He choked a little, but fought to open his throat the way Jared did, to take him, to give him something…Jared’s breathing changed, his fists pulling at the bedspread, his whimpers growing louder, then the first salty burst touched his tongue.
He swallowed and slid up, letting the come fill his mouth, tasting it…tasting Jared. He felt Jared moving and turned, showing him his mouthful before closing his lips and swallowing. Jared groaned and Jensen fell toward him, kissing him urgently until he felt Jared’s hands on his thigh, moving toward his cock. “No.”
Jensen pulled back, shaking his head.
“But, you’re in need.” Jared’s hand moved again and Jensen caught it, kissed it.
“No.” Jensen said again.
“Please, may I serve?” Jared sat up, his face pleading.
“No. Not this time.” Jensen got up, but not before kissing his forehead. “I’ve got some work to do. Maybe when I come back.”
“Jensen?” Jared was following him.
Jensen stopped, pulled him into an embrace. “I want you to be happy, Jared. I want you to know…” He sighed. Know what? “You are beautiful and special and I want you.”
“But you do not wish service?” Jared’s voice was skeptical.
Jensen kissed him once more and pulled away. “Later, okay? I’ll let you bathe me when I come back, and we’ll go from there.”
“Thank you.”
Jensen left him standing there, still looking confused. When the bedroom door closed, Jensen exhaled slowly. His cock hurt it was so hard. He moved slowly to the stairs and down, into his office, sinking into his chair.
He unzipped and let his cock out. He had never felt anything like that rush, tasted anything like that. It was incredible. It didn’t take much to reach his own orgasm.
When he was done and tucked back in he turned to his desk, pulling out the copy of the contract he’d signed without reading it. If Stewart had his way, Jensen would be doing a lot more of that…and more. Jensen ran a finger over his lips, remembering the way Jared’s cock had felt there. That, at least, was something Stewart wouldn’t get. Jared had been there first.
Title: In Service, Part 9 (Previous parts found: Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part 4 Here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Samantha Ferris, Alyson Hannigan, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3796
Summary: Jensen puts his plan in motion. JP comes clean with Jensen, and forces him to look at his emotional connection to Jared. Oh, and then there's sex.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It's...crack...No, seriously...total crack. I take great liberties with the families of the celebrities I...um...use...creating siblings, erasing siblings, aging and de-aging siblings...pretty much doing anything I want. Um...and just about anyone is game. As to Warnings: This is slave fic, dubious con to some degree...
Jensen shook his head at his head of news programming. “Sam, look…we want it hot. We want it to make people think. I want in that training center.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think we’re going to get in…and we can’t put it in prime time.”
“Why not?”
She looked perplexed. “It isn’t suitable…nudity and language. You’re talking about sex slaves.”
Jensen nodded. “Yes, we are. Current statistics say that 85% of all families in the upper class have at least one. We narrow that to nobility, the numbers go up to 98%. That’s a lot of families.”
Samantha shook her head. “I think it will hurt us in the long run. Those numbers don’t represent most of our viewers.”
“I don’t care about the long run. Not right now. Right now I’m concerned with the ratings right now.” He stood and paced around the room. “We hit this hard, then we back off, cover the history of Service, the reasons it was established. Balance it out.”
Her cell phone rang. “Ferris. Yeah, send her in.” She looked up at him. “Our girl’s here. Her name’s Alyson Hannigan, and she’s been working Washington the last six months.”
There was a knock on the door. Jensen opened it, smiling broadly at the petite red-head on the other side. “Alyson, come on in. Marcy, hold my calls.” His secretary nodded and he followed Alyson in. “You know Ms. Ferris I take it?”
“Nice to finally put a face with the name.” Alyson said, extending her hand.
Samantha smiled. “Likewise, and this, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, is Lord Ackles.”
“Jensen, please.” Jensen sat down and gestured for her to as well. “I take it you understand why you’re here?”
Alyson sat, but she frowned a little. “I gather it’s something to do with my work exposing the corruption in Service, but that’s all.”
Jensen nodded. “Yes, we’re looking to do a series of news reports and documentaries.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “You do realize that I don’t approve of Service and the work I have shows the terrible conditions and the ugliness of servitude, right?”
Jensen smiled and sat back in his chair. “Exactly what I’m looking for. And you’re welcome to show it as ugly and dark as you see it. I’m giving you your own crew. You’ll coordinate with Samantha here, she’ll give you direction and I’ll review your footage. We’ll do our best to get you whatever interviews you need.”
“And what about you?”
Jensen’s smile drained away. “What about me?”
Alyson’s face was dark. “I know you have a Servant yourself. And that your family has several.”
“That has no bearing on your assignment.” Jensen said, looking to Samantha who shrugged.
“No? What if I don’t want to work for someone who has a slave?”
Jensen sighed. “Then you’re free to go and we’ll find someone else. I’m sorry, I thought you wanted your side to be seen.”
“I do. I just don’t know what game you’re playing.”
Jensen regarded her. She was thinking, watching, gauging him. “Ratings. That’s the only game I’m playing. Your material will bring them. I need them.” He crossed his arms and watched her weigh it. “I will support you 100%, no matter what you have to say.”
“Even if it incriminates you?” Alyson asked, her eyebrow raising.
Jensen nodded slowly. “I plan on being completely honest, Alyson. I’m actually developing my own little hour or so, to give my take on the issue.”
She raised both eyebrows now. “So I take it you won’t be appearing in my segments then?”
“We’ll see if you need me. I’m betting there are enough other Lords and Ladies out there willing to embarrass themselves for you though that you won’t need me. So, does that mean you’re in?”
“As long as it means I don’t have to go back to covering the Washington social scene. I was ready to hang myself.”
Jensen chuckled. “I think we can accommodate you. I look forward to seeing your work.”
“How soon do you want it?”
“We want a ten minute segment on the news in two days, then you’ll get a half hour on Sunday Evening in a week, which will set up your two hour expose at the end of the month.” Samantha said.
“You work fast.” Alyson said.
Jensen shrugged. “I’ve got two months to get ratings up 20%. I need to be fast. Work with Samantha on what we want in each segment. We want to build audience. Hope you’re not afraid of attention, Ms. Hannigan. By the time your segments hit the internet, you’re going to be very visible.”
The house was blessedly quiet as he came home. He knew Chris was staying with his sister downtown for a few days, and that left Jared and JP. He was never really sure how that would go on any given day. Jared stayed in their room the second day JP was there. Reportedly they had spent the third day together watching movies in the rec room.
Neither of them were downstairs as Jensen opened the door. He was expecting Jeff to call with the unofficial first look at the ratings for the week. Not that he was expecting a huge change, not so early…but he knew the numbers had gone up following Alyson’s first report. They’d replayed the ten minutes on the late news and again on the morning news show, then teased the longer segment. The late news posted first look numbers that were almost double what they usually were.
The rest of the plan was rolling out, but it mostly hinged around the girl’s news segments and her upcoming special. He was counting on it to draw people in. He smiled at Alecia who came to take his jacket. “What’s going on, Alecia?”
“Nothing much, my Lord. It has been a quiet afternoon.”
“Good.”
He poured himself a drink and wandered out by the pool. The evening was cool, the sunset making everything red and rosy. He sighed and lowered himself onto a lounge chair. He hadn’t let himself relax, not all week. He’d been watching Alyson’s footage almost every day, sending her encouragement and coaching. He’d also worked on his own piece. He was serious about it. He had it almost laid out. He hadn’t talked to Jared or JP about it yet, but he wanted their story told. Unlike everything else, he was going to do it understated and un-sensationalized. And unlike everything else, it was going to be the unmitigated truth, as best as he could tell it.
“My Lord?”
Jensen looked up, surprised to find JP standing nearby. “Hey.”
“I was wondering if we could talk.”
“Sure, sit down. I was going to come see you in the morning, see how you’re doing.”
JP sat on the end of the chair next to his, shrugging a little. “It’s…odd. The last few months have been crazy, and before that…we’d just about given up on Jared…on ever seeing him again. Mom’s just…she could barely talk when I saw them.”
“It’s hard on Jared too.” Jensen sipped at his drink. “He…he’s like a child in so many ways.” He sighed. It hurt to think of him ending up back with Stewart. It hurt to think of him anywhere that Jensen couldn’t make sure he was alright. He closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. He wasn’t sure when that happened.
“You are…not what I expected.” JP said, looking quizzically at him. “You are confusing.”
Jensen frowned at him. “How so?”
“You obviously care for my brother. I did not anticipate that. I mean, my mother seemed to think you did, but she’s a romantic. She wanted to believe that who ever ended up owning him would come to care for him. I’m a little more practical. I live in the real world.”
Jensen shifted in his seat. That word made him uncomfortable. Technically, it was true. He did own Jared. Legally.
“But I still own him.” Jensen offered and JP nodded, his face guarded and in shadow.
“Yes.” JP lowered his gaze. “But then, you went up against one of the most powerful Lords in the country when you set Lisa and Jordan on the trail to find me. You saved me from becoming exactly like Jared.”
Jensen was even more uncomfortable now. He finished off his drink and stood. “I didn’t save you JP, that was Lisa. I had nothing to do with it.” He kept his back to the younger man, staring up at his bedroom window. There was only a dim light on and he wondered what Jared was up to up there. “I’m just a spoiled rich brat, JP. I get what I want because I can. I was just appeasing my conscience when I told Jordan about you.”
“That’s part of my point.” JP said, coming to stand beside Jensen. “You have one.”
They stood there quietly, both of them watching a soft shadow move across the window. “If I could, JP…if I could just release him…” Jensen sighed and lowered his eyes to his empty glass. “I almost did, that night at your parents’ house. He was hurt and he thought he wasn’t good, that I was throwing him away. I don’t ever want to see that look on his face again.”
“I have a confession to make.” JP said, his hand on Jensen’s shoulder and turning Jensen to face him. “And a request.”
He was very serious. Jensen licked his lips and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. So. I came here under…not really false pretenses, because I did need a place outside of Austin to hide while they settled my parents and sisters…but…I did have another agenda.” He sighed and met Jensen’s eyes. “I came here to steal Jared.”
Jensen felt a flare of anger and fear stab through his stomach. JP held up his hand before Jensen could say anything. “I realize now that I can’t. Jared needs you.” JP exhaled and glanced back up at the window. “A part of me hates you for it…but he trusts you. Hell, I think he loves you.”
“He what?” Jensen looked up at the window, shaking his head. No. It wasn’t love. It was…well, he wasn’t sure. But slaves don’t love their owners.
JP smirked, chuckled. “Boy, you’re nearly as dense as he is. He can’t see that you love him either.”
“I what?” Jensen looked at him now, his forehead hurt with the intensity of his frown.
“You’ll figure it out. I’ve already told Jordan and Lisa it’s a no go. They were supposed to pick us up when I got Jared out…take us to our family.”
Jensen rubbed his forehead, tried to stop frowning. It was all too much. The week, the revelations. He sighed and sat slowly back down on the chair. “And the request?”
“I’d like to stay, if you don’t mind.”
Jensen looked up at him. “If I let you stay, I’m going to need your help.”
JP nodded guardedly. “With what?”
“Jared can’t know what I’m about to tell you. Not yet.”
“Okay.”
He was just a boy. Sixteen. Jensen was crazy for even considering telling him. “I’m in trouble, JP. And if I fail, Jared will be too.” He wanted another drink, but didn’t think he had the energy to go get more. “Stewart set me up. I have less than two months to meet a performance measurement at the studio, or I lose everything back to Stewart, including Jared.”
“What can I do?”
“If it comes down to it, I want you to do what you came here for. Take Jared and run.” It wasn’t what he’d started out to say. JP came to stand in front of him, looking down.
“And what about you?”
He’d take Jared’s place. But he wasn’t telling JP that. “I’ll be fine. I’m nobility. I might get fined for not living up to my end of the contract and not surrendering Jared, but if he was stolen from me? Maybe not.”
“Deal.”
“There is something more.” Jensen said, standing up. “My attempt to win the ratings I need is pretty intense. I’m stirring up a lot of controversy.”
“I’ve seen the advertising.”
Jensen led him into the house. “I’d like to cap the whole thing off with Jared’s story…our story. I’d use different names for him and you, of course, but I’m going to need details, interviews with your family. I want to try to do this in a way that makes people think.”
JP stopped and stared at him. “What’s the point?”
“I want Stewart to know that I am not afraid of him. I plan on naming him, calling him out. I plan on telling the whole truth, JP. On national television. What he did to Jared, to you…how he manipulated me, maneuvered me into a position where I am more than likely going to fail…I imagine by the time it’s over my family will disown me and I may still lose…but I’ll go down fighting.”
He watched JP for a few minutes. “Will you help?”
JP nodded tightly. “If it means knocking Stewart around a little, yeah, I’ll help.”
Jensen smiled. “Good. Now…why don’t you go get some rest. I’m going to make a few calls.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” JP said as he reached the stairs.
“If you’re going be living here, you better start calling me Jensen. I hate the damn title.”
JP smiled and nodded. “Goodnight, then, Jensen.”
When he was gone, Jensen crossed to the bar to pour himself another shot, stopping when his cell phone rang. “Tell me it’s good news Jeff.”
“You sitting?”
“Should I be?”
“Overall numbers across the board are up five percent. The news numbers are up fifteen. I think your crazy ass plan just might be working.”
“Yes.” Jensen exhaled in relief and poured whiskey into his glass. “That’s good. So we keep to the plan. Have the staff in my conference room first thing tomorrow. We’ll review where we stand.”
He hung up the phone. His heart was racing. He might just pull it off.
He swallowed the whiskey in his glass and headed up the stairs. Jared smiled at him, coming out of the bathroom, freshly showered. Jensen smiled back. “You look so good.” Jensen said, sliding his arms around Jared’s waist and reaching up to kiss him.
“You’re in a good mood.” Jared chuckled as Jensen danced them to the bed.
“I am…and I’m going to show you how good. Lay down.”
Jared squinted at him briefly, but did as he was told, surrendering the towel and laying back on the bed. His skin was still damp and it was shiny and golden and Jensen stood over him. “Now…no matter what I do, you are to just lay there, understand?”
Jared looked up at him, his green eyes bright and shining. “What…are you going to do?”
Jensen smiled, his tongue between his teeth as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Lay back and close your eyes. I’ll show you.”
Jared did, settling in as Jensen decided where to begin. Long arms, torso…those hips…then he settled on legs. Jared’s impossibly long legs. He ran one finger up the bottom of one foot. Jared tensed, then relaxed. Jensen dragged his thumbnail up the arch and Jared’s foot twisted a little. He let his strong thumbs circle over the pad of his foot.
Then, Jensen leaned in and kissed the arch. He saw movement, knew Jared had raised his head and was looking at him. “My lord?”
“Jensen,” he corrected. “Lay back and close your eyes.” When Jared had complied, Jensen kissed the damp skin again, letting his tongue gently caress the spot, then moving up to Jared’s ankle. His tongue circled Jared’s ankle bone, then he opened his mouth and covered it, licking and sucking lightly.
“Jensen?”
He looked up. Jared’s face was confused and a little amused. Jensen grinned. “Yes?”
“I—I…what is it you want?”
“I want you to lay back and enjoy this. Okay?”
“Are you certain you don’t want…I mean…”
Jensen straightened up, sliding a hand up Jared’s stomach and chest. He leaned down and kissed him. “I want you to lay still and just go with it. I want to make you feel good, Jared.”
“I do…I mean…” Jensen covered his lips with a finger.
“No more words. You can make noises, but no words. Understand?”
Jared’s eyes crinkled around the edges, but he nodded. Jensen kissed him again. “Good boy.” He went back to Jared’s feet, turning to the untouched one…rubbing first his hand, then his lips over the skin. When he sucked his ankle bone between his lips, Jared let out a small gasp. Jensen grinned against his skin.
This was something new to him…but as he slid his lips up Jared’s muscular calf and licked under his knee, Jensen found he liked the way Jared’s skin tasted. Even more, he liked the noises Jared made.
Jensen braced his hands on Jared’s thighs, kneading at the muscle. Jared whimpered and Jensen could see him biting his lip. He smiled and leaned in to brush his lips over the left thigh, just grazing the surface, down to his knee…then up, almost to his hip, before turning to do the same on the right.
Jared’s cock was hardening as he neared it, and his hands fluttered to cover it, then fell away when Jensen touched one. “Want to see, Jared. It’s okay.” He kissed down the crease of leg and hip, guiding Jared’s legs open, bending at the knee to give him room. “Love the way you taste.” His tongue flicked out over the tender white skin of his inner thigh, then under his balls. Jared groaned and his hands fluttered again, cupping his cock, then falling to the bed, grabbing at the bedspread.
Jensen had never touched his mouth to another person like this, had never wrapped his lips around another man’s cock. It was…not something that a man of his position was ever expected to do. He knew Jared would never expect it.
His first touch was hesitant, the very tip of his tongue, under, up. Jared’s breath exploded out of him and Jensen thought he heard a half formed word in the sound. It was enough to encourage him to do it again. Jared’s hips lifted, pulling his cock away from Jensen while he made distressed whimpers. Jensen rose up so that he could see Jared’s face.
He was panting, anxious. His eyes were dark and he was shaking his head. Jensen met those eyes with his own, never letting them go as he opened his mouth, his hands holding Jared’s cock up…and he guided it into his mouth, past his lips, onto his tongue. He rolled his tongue around the tip, his eyes locked on Jared’s. When he closed his mouth, Jared’s eyes closed too and Jensen slid down, letting Jared move inside him.
The feeling was incredible, silky soft skin over hard muscle, smooth and yet powerful. He was bigger than Jensen had first thought, his cock swelling with the attention. Jensen’s hands moved over his hips, pressing him to the bed as he repositioned himself to take more of him into his mouth. Jared’s mouth was open now, tiny sounds escaping…a constant stream now.
Jensen moved his mouth down to his balls, licking and sucking them before sliding his tongue up the crease to his hip. He licked around the jutting bone, one hand moving to stroke Jared’s cock while he kissed and sucked and licked his way to Jared’s navel. When he dipped his tongue into the small hole, Jared arched up, gasping and drawing in a ragged breath. Jensen did it again, and so did Jared, his eyes flashing open.
Jensen moved quickly then, capturing his lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Jared whimpered and Jensen swallowed the sound, claiming Jared’s tongue with his own, pulling on his cock as he kissed him.
His own cock was hard inside his pants, but he made no move to relieve it. No…somewhere along the way, he had decided that this was entirely for Jared. He kissed down Jared’s jaw to his ear. “I’m going to make you come, Jared…I’m going to taste you…are you ready?”
He didn’t want for Jared to respond, just swooped back to his cock, swallowing him quickly and deeply. He let go with his hands and Jared surged upward, his hips coming off the bed even as Jensen’s mouth moved down him. He choked a little, but fought to open his throat the way Jared did, to take him, to give him something…Jared’s breathing changed, his fists pulling at the bedspread, his whimpers growing louder, then the first salty burst touched his tongue.
He swallowed and slid up, letting the come fill his mouth, tasting it…tasting Jared. He felt Jared moving and turned, showing him his mouthful before closing his lips and swallowing. Jared groaned and Jensen fell toward him, kissing him urgently until he felt Jared’s hands on his thigh, moving toward his cock. “No.”
Jensen pulled back, shaking his head.
“But, you’re in need.” Jared’s hand moved again and Jensen caught it, kissed it.
“No.” Jensen said again.
“Please, may I serve?” Jared sat up, his face pleading.
“No. Not this time.” Jensen got up, but not before kissing his forehead. “I’ve got some work to do. Maybe when I come back.”
“Jensen?” Jared was following him.
Jensen stopped, pulled him into an embrace. “I want you to be happy, Jared. I want you to know…” He sighed. Know what? “You are beautiful and special and I want you.”
“But you do not wish service?” Jared’s voice was skeptical.
Jensen kissed him once more and pulled away. “Later, okay? I’ll let you bathe me when I come back, and we’ll go from there.”
“Thank you.”
Jensen left him standing there, still looking confused. When the bedroom door closed, Jensen exhaled slowly. His cock hurt it was so hard. He moved slowly to the stairs and down, into his office, sinking into his chair.
He unzipped and let his cock out. He had never felt anything like that rush, tasted anything like that. It was incredible. It didn’t take much to reach his own orgasm.
When he was done and tucked back in he turned to his desk, pulling out the copy of the contract he’d signed without reading it. If Stewart had his way, Jensen would be doing a lot more of that…and more. Jensen ran a finger over his lips, remembering the way Jared’s cock had felt there. That, at least, was something Stewart wouldn’t get. Jared had been there first.