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In Noble Pursuit, Part 22; Supernatural RPS AU, NC-17
Fandom: RPS (Supernatural with added Buffy, Angel, SGA, STNG, LoTR and others)
Title: In Noble Pursuit, Part 22 (Sequel to In Service - Links to Chapters
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki,Jason Momoa, Ian McKellen, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3433
Summary: The Stewarts continue to crumble, Jensen and Jared get an unexpected visitor, shower sex and the countdown to the panel discussion of Service begins.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It all began as light, fluffy slave!crack (oh, be quiet...it did). 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. All of that remains true...however...somewhere along the line it got serious and seriously dark (hush!). Anal Sex, Rimming
“In yet another blow to the Stewart family, Lord Robert Stewart died this morning, after spending the last week in a coma. Doctors have indicated that Stewart snorted a large quantity of a nearly pure drug after binging on alcohol. The combination was deadly. Robert Stewart was the subject of an investigation by the FBI before he died. In a fit of drunken retaliation for the death of his brother and arrest of his father, the young nobleman is said to have set fire to an apartment building and kidnapped ABN reporter Alyson Hannigan. The elder Lord Stewart will be appearing in court early next week.”
“Jensen!”
“In the living room.” Jensen clicked off the TV and looked up. Jared came racing down the stairs. “What?”
“I have a little problem.”
Jensen put down the remote. “What problem?”
Jared came to sit beside him. “I’m bored.”
“Bored?” Jensen took his hand and kissed it.
Jared nodded. “My homework is done. I did all the charity paperwork. Jessica’s gone. Mom’s gone. Chris has a gig tonight. I’m bored.”
“Is there something you want to do?”
“I want to go out.” Jared said, snuggling into Jensen. “I want to go dancing or something.”
Jensen looked at him. “You want to go dancing?”
“Or something.”
Jensen laughed. That was the last thing he expected from Jared. “You want to go dancing.” He nodded. “Right. Well then, we need to change our clothes.”
Jared looked down at what he was wearing. “We do?”
Jensen nodded again, standing up and drawing Jared with him. “We do. If I’m going to take you dancing, I’m going to do it right.” Jensen pulled Jared in and kissed him deeply. “Dinner…dancing…sex…”
Jared raised an eyebrow. “I like that last one best.”
Jensen kissed up his chin to his ear. “Well…we could skip the rest…”
“My Lord, there’s a phone call.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder. “Take a message, Abby.”
“It’s Mr. Morgan, my Lord. He says it’s urgent.”
Jensen sighed. “Hold that thought.” He reached for the phone. “What is it now?”
“You need to turn on the television.”
“I just turned it off, I heard about Stewart.”
“No, just turn it on.”
Jensen sighed again and crossed to the couch where he’d dropped the remote. He clicked the TV on. “What am I looking for?”
“We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this breaking news. Developments in the Stewart case have broken open this morning following the death of Stewart son, Robert. Documents have been discovered linking Lord Patrick Stewart to several terrorist-like organizations previously thought to be independent of one another. For more, we go now to James Marsters stationed outside the court house.”
“Thank you, Terry. I’m standing here outside the court room where Lord Patrick Stewart was unexpectedly back in court this afternoon in a rushed and intense hearing that resulted in five further indictments against the British Lord, including conspiracy charges. We were unable to get the actual list of charges now pending against Lord Stewart, but sources close to the investigation have indicated that they include charges of assault, rape by proxy, and now these conspiracy charges. The youngest Stewart son, Phillip, was in court this afternoon with his father, having arrived from England late yesterday. There is no word yet on how the British government is reacting to these newest developments.”
Jensen stared at the television, then looked up at Jared. “Jeff?”
“I don’t know either…I got a call that recommended we get a reporter down to the courthouse. James called me ten minutes ago.”
“My Lord?”
“What is it Abby?”
“The security at the main gate just called, there’s someone here to see you.”
“Jeff, I’ll call you back.” Jensen turned to the maid. “Did security say who it was?”
“Lord Phillip Stewart, my Lord.”
Jensen watched Jared stiffen. “What the fuck does he want?”
“Shall I have them turn him away?”
Jensen sighed. “No. Send him up. With an escort.” He turned to Jared. “You go on upstairs. I’ll deal with him.”
Jared shook his head. “No. I’m staying.”
Jensen nodded and took his hand. They waited together. There was a brief knock, then one of the security guards was opening the door and stepping aside to hold it. Jensen was a little shocked when the youngest legitimate Stewart appeared, rolling into the room in a wheelchair.
He waited until his own security had backed away, then wheeled himself toward Jensen, his hand out as he came to a stop. “My Lord, it is my pleasure to meet you. I’m Lord Phillip Stewart.”
Jensen looked at his hand for a moment before taking it. “You’ll forgive my lack of enthusiasm.”
Stewart smiled. “Completely understandable. Actually, that’s rather why I’m here.” He folded his hands in his lap. “I feel the need to make amends for my father and brothers.” He sighed. “Hopefully this will be the last time. It seems like my whole life has been spent cleaning up after them.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
Stewart nodded. “I realize you will not trust anything I say. I’ve gotten rather accustomed to it. However, I want you both to know that I intend to do anything and everything I can to ensure that my father pays this time.”
Jensen felt his mouth drop open. “You…what?”
Stewart chuckled. “It is no secret that I am not my father’s favorite son. I haven’t been since the accident that took my legs. My father doesn’t suffer imperfection. I was nine when my horse took a bad fall in a competition. I haven’t walked since.” He patted his legs. “My father never forgave me. If that weren’t enough, I spent the next 10 years in a specialized school where I got a rather liberal education. Needless to say, my father and I never did see eye to eye. But that is all in the past. With my father’s incarceration and the death of my two brothers, I am taking over my father’s business dealings.”
“Don’t you still have an older brother?” Jared asked abruptly.
“Ah yes, Edward. He has no head for business. His passion is for his music. You won’t need to worry about him.” Stewart looked from Jared to Jensen. “I have filed the necessary paperwork with the government to have my father’s titled vacated and given to me. I have it on good authority that the Queen is very displeased with the old man, and is likely to approve the request. In the meantime, I will be managing all of the Stewart’s business.”
“Including my contract.” Jensen said.
Stewart nodded. “Indeed. I’m told that you are very close to meeting the final performance measurement.”
Jensen nodded.
“That’s got to be eating the old man alive.” He grinned. “I should go. I have a bunch of other people to see and the jet lag is setting in.” He rolled back toward the door. “We aren’t all monsters, Lord Ackles. I aim to prove that to you, and the rest of the world.”
“I don’t trust him.” Jared said as he undressed.
“Stewart?” Jensen asked.
“No, the Easter Bunny.” Jared responded, throwing his shirt at him. “Have you heard anything I said since he left?”
“I heard that you don’t trust him.” Jensen crossed to him and tilted his face for a kiss. “And something about the panel on Friday.” Jensen frowned at him. “Is that this Friday already?”
Jared sighed and pulled Jensen to him. “Yes. It would be the reason that you’re spending tomorrow hosting that little brunch thing for the visiting Lords and Ladies. Remember?”
Jensen put his hand on Jared’s chest and shook his head. “I’m so tired of this shit. I just want it to all be behind us.”
“Yeah, because that’s going to happen.” Jared kissed the top of his head. One thing Jared had learned since marrying Jensen was this was never going to be behind them. Every time one of them was in the public eye, it would be brought up. Every time they were introduced, it would be there, hanging in the air, even if it wasn’t mentioned.
“You know what I mean.” Jensen crossed the room, dropping clothes as he went. “I’m going to shower.”
“I thought we were going to have sex.” Jared pouted, but Jensen only raised an eyebrow at him.
“So come with me.”
Jensen disappeared into the bathroom and Jared chewed on his lip. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to…but Jensen’s whole mood seemed to have changed since Stewart showed up. He seemed angry, but under the surface…like he had to keep on a face of happiness.
Jared knew he wasn’t the only one who didn’t trust Stewart. He pulled off his shirt and followed Jensen. He was tense…and reminding him about the panel didn’t seem to have helped.
Jensen was standing in the shower with his eyes closed, his head bent forward as the water streamed over his shoulders. Jared dropped his boxers and stepped in behind him, arms circling his waist and pulling him back against him. They stood silently, letting the water wash over them. Then Jared reached for the shampoo and tilted Jensen’s head back. “May I serve?” he whispered.
Jensen moaned in response, and Jared took that as invitation, squirting shampoo into his hand and rubbing his hands together before applying the lather to Jensen’s hair. He moved slowly, gently scrubbing through his hair, rubbing his scalp. He moved slowly, making sure he rubbed over Jensen’s entire head before turning him and tilting his head back into the water to rinse.
Jensen’s eyes were still closed, his mouth open slightly. Jared leaned in to kiss him, his lips surrounding Jensen’s lower lip before his tongue moved over it lightly. He slid down, slowly kissing and sucking skin, nipping at nipples until they were hard and Jensen groaned. By the time Jared sank to one knee, Jensen was hard. Jared licked across the tip of his cock. Jensen shivered and leaned back against the wall.
Jared’s hands steadied him, his thumbs stroking over wet skin as rivers of water ran down his thighs and stomach. His cock was warm from the water and as Jared licked over it, he felt Jensen alternately tense up and relax. Jared opened his mouth, closed it over the end of Jensen’s cock, sucking lightly, then harder. He slid down, until Jensen’s cock was in his throat. He swallowed, breathing through his nose, then hummed as he slid back up. Jensen’s hand fisted in his hair, tugged at him.
Jared looked up and Jensen was looking down at him, his eyes dark. He didn’t say anything, just tugged until Jared stood. Jensen’s kiss was hard, teeth and tongue demanding and Jared submitted easily, letting Jensen take what he needed. Jensen growled, his hands raking over Jared, then turning him. His cock was instantly at Jared’s hole, needy and insistent.
Jared breathed in deep as Jensen pushed inside him, his hands scrambling for purchase on the slick shower wall. Jensen’s hands on his hips pulled him into the thrust and Jared gasped, bending his knees to make it easier.
Jensen moved inside him, his face buried between Jared’s shoulder blades. Jared clenched muscles around him, reached behind him with one hand, clutching at Jensen’s hip, pulling him in, encouraging him to go harder, faster. Jensen’s tongue slipped up over Jared’s spine as he thrust in.
He grunted with the effort, shivered against Jared’s skin as he sank into him and came. He panted and leaned against Jared as the tremors ran through him. Jared’s cock was heavy, but before he could do anything about it, Jensen was sliding down his back, his mouth closing over his leaking ass, his tongue sliding inside him, pulling come out of him, licking at his walls.
“Jen…”
Jensen’s hands pulled his cheeks apart, making more room for Jensen to lick inside him. Jared squirmed, reaching for Jensen, who caught his hands and pulled them to his ass, pressed them in to hold his ass open, his tongue never stopping, sliding up his crack and into his ass and back down. He squeezed Jared’s hands, telling him not to move, to hold himself open.
Jared’s cock twitched, he was desperate for contact and he shifted his feet. Jensen’s mouth closed over his hole, blowing warm air up inside him. Jared jerked. “Jen.”
A finger joined Jensen’s tongue, sliding inside of him, pressing against his prostate until Jared was groaning with need. Just as he thought he’d come without Jensen even touching his cock, Jensen closed a fist over Jared’s cock, stroking it in counterpoint to the finger and tongue fucking his ass. Jared moaned loudly as he came, sagging forward against the wall as his knees wobbled.
Jensen stood, supporting him until he was standing on his own. When Jared turned, Jensen’s face was in the slowly cooling spray of water, his mouth open. “That was…different.” Jared said, pulling him close.
“You said you were bored.” Jensen said, grinning.
“Definitely not boring.” Jared responded.
“We could still go dancing.” Jensen turned off the water and opened the shower door.
“I’m not sure I’m even up to standing.” Jared countered, following him out.
“Well, maybe we can find something to keep you from being bored.” Jensen finished toweling off and tossed the towel aside.
“I like that idea.”
Jensen wasn’t comfortable. It seemed like a lifetime since he’d been a part of this world. He felt like there was so much he should be doing, and instead he was stuck playing host to a handful of privileged Lords and Ladies who would be taking part in the panel discussion. Jared had the better side of this deal, in another banquet hall across town with Senators and former Servants.
He took a look around the elegantly set table. On his immediate left was Lord McKellen, looking pleased and talking quietly with Lady Landsbury, who had contacted the studio just the week before requesting inclusion in the panel. Together they represented the pro-Service, anti-slave portion of the nobility.
On Jensen’s right was Lord Byers. Jensen hadn’t wanted to include him, but he’d gone on and on about bias on any show that would have him and the last thing Jensen wanted was for people to think he was stacking the panel with people who supported him. Byers made no secret of his hatred for Jensen or Jared, or his opinions on what exactly their relationship was like. Next to him was Lord Robertson, not nearly as vocal, but just as conservative and opinionated about the state of Service. Jensen wasn’t convinced that they actually represented much more than themselves, but they were a part of the Nobility that wanted to maintain the status quo.
Rounding out the table were two young Ladies, one from Britain, the other from New York. Lady Laren was only twenty-two, and was only confirmed in her title two years before. From all accounts, she had taken New York by storm, and would be taking a seat in the Court of Lords the next year. She came from a common mother and a noble father, grew up in public schools and had finished a Master’s degree by the time she was twenty. Sitting with her was Lady Bingham, slightly older, but no less accomplished. At twenty-five, she was a successful lawyer arguing on behalf of Servants in Britain. Between them, they represented the very small faction of Nobility that desired an end to Service all together.
Jensen sighed and tried not to look like he was bored out of his mind.
“While I mean no offense to our British brethren,” Byers said, capturing the attention of the entire table, “I have to wonder why it is, my Lord Ackles, that you have included them in this panel to discuss US law on Service.”
“As you are well aware, my Lord Byers,” Jensen responded, working to keep his tone civil, “the US laws were based on similar legislature being enacted in England at the time. The original wording does not differ much than that of the British law which preceded it.” He took a sip from his champagne. “And considering that it was the actions of a British Lord that caused all of this upheaval in the first place, I consider their input valuable.”
Byers chuckled. “So you don’t think this upheaval is your fault?”
“I’ll take my share of the blame, my Lord.” Jensen answered, narrowing his eyes. “But as far as I’m concerned it is the need of men like Stewart to dominate others and bully the people he should be using his power to protect, that are to blame for the state our society is in, and for the upheaval and violence committed in defense of it.”
“Of course, we are supposed to accept your story without question, or proof.” Byers said.
Jensen opened his mouth to respond, but Lord McKellen’s voice stopped him. “I dare say, my Lord Byers, that the Court of Lords would not have handed down an indictment and the warrant for Lord Stewart’s arrest on Lord Ackles story, compelling as it is.”
The two Lords stared at one another across the table for a long moment. Byers was the first to blink. “You will find, my Lord, that your British brothers do not rise quite as quickly to your emotional outburst of persecution. If Lord Stewart is indeed guilty, he will be handled by your own court system, not by you or the press at large.” Lord McKellen picked up his fork and turned pointedly to Jensen. “An excellent menu, my Lord. Thank you, and my compliments to your chef.”
Jensen smiled his gratitude. “Thank you, my Lord. I will relay your compliments.”
He drained off the last of his champagne and counted the minutes until he could escape.
Jared loosened his tie and collapsed onto the couch.
“You need anything?”
He shook his head lazily looking up at Jason. “I just want to rest a little.”
Jason chuckled. “And you said yoga wasn’t strenuous when we started.”
“By itself, it’s not.” Jared insisted. “That five mile run though?” He grinned and yawned. “Didn’t sleep much. Tired.”
When he’d left the Senators and other panelists, Jared was tense and irritable and Jason had suggested a run and a yoga session. They’d gone to his gym to change and set out on the run. He hadn’t realized how far they’d gone until afterward. He’d been learning the yoga, but it had never worn him out like it had then. A steam and a shower and they were back in the car, headed home. Jared had nearly fallen asleep in the car. He yawned again, looking up as the door opened. Jensen grinned at him.
“You look worse than I feel.”
Jared sat up. “You okay?”
Jensen nodded and came toward him, dropping onto the couch beside him. Jason discreetly disappeared. “Just tired. I’d forgotten how much work it can be to be social with people like them.”
“At least you only had six to deal with. I had ten.” Jared said, yawning again. Jensen’s hand was on his knee, sliding over the material of his pants. “Then Jason and I went to the gym.”
Jared’s eyes closed. The warmth of Jensen’s body next to him was comforting. Jensen’s lips touched his cheek. Jared tried to open his eyes, but found it difficult. “Hmmm…nice,” he murmured as Jensen nuzzled into his neck. He could tell Jensen was interested in more than just nuzzling, but couldn’t seem to pull himself up from the sleep pulling at him. Jensen’s hands moved up to his neck, massaging and soft.
“Hey, let’s get you upstairs before you fall asleep.” Jensen said in his ear.
Jared shook his head. “Too tired.”
“If I let you sleep here, you’ll wake up with a back ache. Come on, up.” Jensen’s hands pushed him and Jared let him help him to his feet, opening his eyes just enough to keep from falling over anything. Jensen guided him to the stairs and they worked their way up slow.
Jensen got him sitting on the bed and started pulling off his tie. Then he was kneeling, pulling Jared’s shoes off. Jared reached for him and Jensen came, his touch soft, his kiss gentle as Jared laid back on the bed. “Lay with me.” Jared said softly. Jensen laid down beside him, kissing over his closed eyes and his cheeks as Jared’s eyes closed again. “Love you.”
Title: In Noble Pursuit, Part 22 (Sequel to In Service - Links to Chapters
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki,Jason Momoa, Ian McKellen, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3433
Summary: The Stewarts continue to crumble, Jensen and Jared get an unexpected visitor, shower sex and the countdown to the panel discussion of Service begins.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It all began as light, fluffy slave!crack (oh, be quiet...it did). 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. All of that remains true...however...somewhere along the line it got serious and seriously dark (hush!). Anal Sex, Rimming
“In yet another blow to the Stewart family, Lord Robert Stewart died this morning, after spending the last week in a coma. Doctors have indicated that Stewart snorted a large quantity of a nearly pure drug after binging on alcohol. The combination was deadly. Robert Stewart was the subject of an investigation by the FBI before he died. In a fit of drunken retaliation for the death of his brother and arrest of his father, the young nobleman is said to have set fire to an apartment building and kidnapped ABN reporter Alyson Hannigan. The elder Lord Stewart will be appearing in court early next week.”
“Jensen!”
“In the living room.” Jensen clicked off the TV and looked up. Jared came racing down the stairs. “What?”
“I have a little problem.”
Jensen put down the remote. “What problem?”
Jared came to sit beside him. “I’m bored.”
“Bored?” Jensen took his hand and kissed it.
Jared nodded. “My homework is done. I did all the charity paperwork. Jessica’s gone. Mom’s gone. Chris has a gig tonight. I’m bored.”
“Is there something you want to do?”
“I want to go out.” Jared said, snuggling into Jensen. “I want to go dancing or something.”
Jensen looked at him. “You want to go dancing?”
“Or something.”
Jensen laughed. That was the last thing he expected from Jared. “You want to go dancing.” He nodded. “Right. Well then, we need to change our clothes.”
Jared looked down at what he was wearing. “We do?”
Jensen nodded again, standing up and drawing Jared with him. “We do. If I’m going to take you dancing, I’m going to do it right.” Jensen pulled Jared in and kissed him deeply. “Dinner…dancing…sex…”
Jared raised an eyebrow. “I like that last one best.”
Jensen kissed up his chin to his ear. “Well…we could skip the rest…”
“My Lord, there’s a phone call.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder. “Take a message, Abby.”
“It’s Mr. Morgan, my Lord. He says it’s urgent.”
Jensen sighed. “Hold that thought.” He reached for the phone. “What is it now?”
“You need to turn on the television.”
“I just turned it off, I heard about Stewart.”
“No, just turn it on.”
Jensen sighed again and crossed to the couch where he’d dropped the remote. He clicked the TV on. “What am I looking for?”
“We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this breaking news. Developments in the Stewart case have broken open this morning following the death of Stewart son, Robert. Documents have been discovered linking Lord Patrick Stewart to several terrorist-like organizations previously thought to be independent of one another. For more, we go now to James Marsters stationed outside the court house.”
“Thank you, Terry. I’m standing here outside the court room where Lord Patrick Stewart was unexpectedly back in court this afternoon in a rushed and intense hearing that resulted in five further indictments against the British Lord, including conspiracy charges. We were unable to get the actual list of charges now pending against Lord Stewart, but sources close to the investigation have indicated that they include charges of assault, rape by proxy, and now these conspiracy charges. The youngest Stewart son, Phillip, was in court this afternoon with his father, having arrived from England late yesterday. There is no word yet on how the British government is reacting to these newest developments.”
Jensen stared at the television, then looked up at Jared. “Jeff?”
“I don’t know either…I got a call that recommended we get a reporter down to the courthouse. James called me ten minutes ago.”
“My Lord?”
“What is it Abby?”
“The security at the main gate just called, there’s someone here to see you.”
“Jeff, I’ll call you back.” Jensen turned to the maid. “Did security say who it was?”
“Lord Phillip Stewart, my Lord.”
Jensen watched Jared stiffen. “What the fuck does he want?”
“Shall I have them turn him away?”
Jensen sighed. “No. Send him up. With an escort.” He turned to Jared. “You go on upstairs. I’ll deal with him.”
Jared shook his head. “No. I’m staying.”
Jensen nodded and took his hand. They waited together. There was a brief knock, then one of the security guards was opening the door and stepping aside to hold it. Jensen was a little shocked when the youngest legitimate Stewart appeared, rolling into the room in a wheelchair.
He waited until his own security had backed away, then wheeled himself toward Jensen, his hand out as he came to a stop. “My Lord, it is my pleasure to meet you. I’m Lord Phillip Stewart.”
Jensen looked at his hand for a moment before taking it. “You’ll forgive my lack of enthusiasm.”
Stewart smiled. “Completely understandable. Actually, that’s rather why I’m here.” He folded his hands in his lap. “I feel the need to make amends for my father and brothers.” He sighed. “Hopefully this will be the last time. It seems like my whole life has been spent cleaning up after them.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
Stewart nodded. “I realize you will not trust anything I say. I’ve gotten rather accustomed to it. However, I want you both to know that I intend to do anything and everything I can to ensure that my father pays this time.”
Jensen felt his mouth drop open. “You…what?”
Stewart chuckled. “It is no secret that I am not my father’s favorite son. I haven’t been since the accident that took my legs. My father doesn’t suffer imperfection. I was nine when my horse took a bad fall in a competition. I haven’t walked since.” He patted his legs. “My father never forgave me. If that weren’t enough, I spent the next 10 years in a specialized school where I got a rather liberal education. Needless to say, my father and I never did see eye to eye. But that is all in the past. With my father’s incarceration and the death of my two brothers, I am taking over my father’s business dealings.”
“Don’t you still have an older brother?” Jared asked abruptly.
“Ah yes, Edward. He has no head for business. His passion is for his music. You won’t need to worry about him.” Stewart looked from Jared to Jensen. “I have filed the necessary paperwork with the government to have my father’s titled vacated and given to me. I have it on good authority that the Queen is very displeased with the old man, and is likely to approve the request. In the meantime, I will be managing all of the Stewart’s business.”
“Including my contract.” Jensen said.
Stewart nodded. “Indeed. I’m told that you are very close to meeting the final performance measurement.”
Jensen nodded.
“That’s got to be eating the old man alive.” He grinned. “I should go. I have a bunch of other people to see and the jet lag is setting in.” He rolled back toward the door. “We aren’t all monsters, Lord Ackles. I aim to prove that to you, and the rest of the world.”
“I don’t trust him.” Jared said as he undressed.
“Stewart?” Jensen asked.
“No, the Easter Bunny.” Jared responded, throwing his shirt at him. “Have you heard anything I said since he left?”
“I heard that you don’t trust him.” Jensen crossed to him and tilted his face for a kiss. “And something about the panel on Friday.” Jensen frowned at him. “Is that this Friday already?”
Jared sighed and pulled Jensen to him. “Yes. It would be the reason that you’re spending tomorrow hosting that little brunch thing for the visiting Lords and Ladies. Remember?”
Jensen put his hand on Jared’s chest and shook his head. “I’m so tired of this shit. I just want it to all be behind us.”
“Yeah, because that’s going to happen.” Jared kissed the top of his head. One thing Jared had learned since marrying Jensen was this was never going to be behind them. Every time one of them was in the public eye, it would be brought up. Every time they were introduced, it would be there, hanging in the air, even if it wasn’t mentioned.
“You know what I mean.” Jensen crossed the room, dropping clothes as he went. “I’m going to shower.”
“I thought we were going to have sex.” Jared pouted, but Jensen only raised an eyebrow at him.
“So come with me.”
Jensen disappeared into the bathroom and Jared chewed on his lip. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to…but Jensen’s whole mood seemed to have changed since Stewart showed up. He seemed angry, but under the surface…like he had to keep on a face of happiness.
Jared knew he wasn’t the only one who didn’t trust Stewart. He pulled off his shirt and followed Jensen. He was tense…and reminding him about the panel didn’t seem to have helped.
Jensen was standing in the shower with his eyes closed, his head bent forward as the water streamed over his shoulders. Jared dropped his boxers and stepped in behind him, arms circling his waist and pulling him back against him. They stood silently, letting the water wash over them. Then Jared reached for the shampoo and tilted Jensen’s head back. “May I serve?” he whispered.
Jensen moaned in response, and Jared took that as invitation, squirting shampoo into his hand and rubbing his hands together before applying the lather to Jensen’s hair. He moved slowly, gently scrubbing through his hair, rubbing his scalp. He moved slowly, making sure he rubbed over Jensen’s entire head before turning him and tilting his head back into the water to rinse.
Jensen’s eyes were still closed, his mouth open slightly. Jared leaned in to kiss him, his lips surrounding Jensen’s lower lip before his tongue moved over it lightly. He slid down, slowly kissing and sucking skin, nipping at nipples until they were hard and Jensen groaned. By the time Jared sank to one knee, Jensen was hard. Jared licked across the tip of his cock. Jensen shivered and leaned back against the wall.
Jared’s hands steadied him, his thumbs stroking over wet skin as rivers of water ran down his thighs and stomach. His cock was warm from the water and as Jared licked over it, he felt Jensen alternately tense up and relax. Jared opened his mouth, closed it over the end of Jensen’s cock, sucking lightly, then harder. He slid down, until Jensen’s cock was in his throat. He swallowed, breathing through his nose, then hummed as he slid back up. Jensen’s hand fisted in his hair, tugged at him.
Jared looked up and Jensen was looking down at him, his eyes dark. He didn’t say anything, just tugged until Jared stood. Jensen’s kiss was hard, teeth and tongue demanding and Jared submitted easily, letting Jensen take what he needed. Jensen growled, his hands raking over Jared, then turning him. His cock was instantly at Jared’s hole, needy and insistent.
Jared breathed in deep as Jensen pushed inside him, his hands scrambling for purchase on the slick shower wall. Jensen’s hands on his hips pulled him into the thrust and Jared gasped, bending his knees to make it easier.
Jensen moved inside him, his face buried between Jared’s shoulder blades. Jared clenched muscles around him, reached behind him with one hand, clutching at Jensen’s hip, pulling him in, encouraging him to go harder, faster. Jensen’s tongue slipped up over Jared’s spine as he thrust in.
He grunted with the effort, shivered against Jared’s skin as he sank into him and came. He panted and leaned against Jared as the tremors ran through him. Jared’s cock was heavy, but before he could do anything about it, Jensen was sliding down his back, his mouth closing over his leaking ass, his tongue sliding inside him, pulling come out of him, licking at his walls.
“Jen…”
Jensen’s hands pulled his cheeks apart, making more room for Jensen to lick inside him. Jared squirmed, reaching for Jensen, who caught his hands and pulled them to his ass, pressed them in to hold his ass open, his tongue never stopping, sliding up his crack and into his ass and back down. He squeezed Jared’s hands, telling him not to move, to hold himself open.
Jared’s cock twitched, he was desperate for contact and he shifted his feet. Jensen’s mouth closed over his hole, blowing warm air up inside him. Jared jerked. “Jen.”
A finger joined Jensen’s tongue, sliding inside of him, pressing against his prostate until Jared was groaning with need. Just as he thought he’d come without Jensen even touching his cock, Jensen closed a fist over Jared’s cock, stroking it in counterpoint to the finger and tongue fucking his ass. Jared moaned loudly as he came, sagging forward against the wall as his knees wobbled.
Jensen stood, supporting him until he was standing on his own. When Jared turned, Jensen’s face was in the slowly cooling spray of water, his mouth open. “That was…different.” Jared said, pulling him close.
“You said you were bored.” Jensen said, grinning.
“Definitely not boring.” Jared responded.
“We could still go dancing.” Jensen turned off the water and opened the shower door.
“I’m not sure I’m even up to standing.” Jared countered, following him out.
“Well, maybe we can find something to keep you from being bored.” Jensen finished toweling off and tossed the towel aside.
“I like that idea.”
Jensen wasn’t comfortable. It seemed like a lifetime since he’d been a part of this world. He felt like there was so much he should be doing, and instead he was stuck playing host to a handful of privileged Lords and Ladies who would be taking part in the panel discussion. Jared had the better side of this deal, in another banquet hall across town with Senators and former Servants.
He took a look around the elegantly set table. On his immediate left was Lord McKellen, looking pleased and talking quietly with Lady Landsbury, who had contacted the studio just the week before requesting inclusion in the panel. Together they represented the pro-Service, anti-slave portion of the nobility.
On Jensen’s right was Lord Byers. Jensen hadn’t wanted to include him, but he’d gone on and on about bias on any show that would have him and the last thing Jensen wanted was for people to think he was stacking the panel with people who supported him. Byers made no secret of his hatred for Jensen or Jared, or his opinions on what exactly their relationship was like. Next to him was Lord Robertson, not nearly as vocal, but just as conservative and opinionated about the state of Service. Jensen wasn’t convinced that they actually represented much more than themselves, but they were a part of the Nobility that wanted to maintain the status quo.
Rounding out the table were two young Ladies, one from Britain, the other from New York. Lady Laren was only twenty-two, and was only confirmed in her title two years before. From all accounts, she had taken New York by storm, and would be taking a seat in the Court of Lords the next year. She came from a common mother and a noble father, grew up in public schools and had finished a Master’s degree by the time she was twenty. Sitting with her was Lady Bingham, slightly older, but no less accomplished. At twenty-five, she was a successful lawyer arguing on behalf of Servants in Britain. Between them, they represented the very small faction of Nobility that desired an end to Service all together.
Jensen sighed and tried not to look like he was bored out of his mind.
“While I mean no offense to our British brethren,” Byers said, capturing the attention of the entire table, “I have to wonder why it is, my Lord Ackles, that you have included them in this panel to discuss US law on Service.”
“As you are well aware, my Lord Byers,” Jensen responded, working to keep his tone civil, “the US laws were based on similar legislature being enacted in England at the time. The original wording does not differ much than that of the British law which preceded it.” He took a sip from his champagne. “And considering that it was the actions of a British Lord that caused all of this upheaval in the first place, I consider their input valuable.”
Byers chuckled. “So you don’t think this upheaval is your fault?”
“I’ll take my share of the blame, my Lord.” Jensen answered, narrowing his eyes. “But as far as I’m concerned it is the need of men like Stewart to dominate others and bully the people he should be using his power to protect, that are to blame for the state our society is in, and for the upheaval and violence committed in defense of it.”
“Of course, we are supposed to accept your story without question, or proof.” Byers said.
Jensen opened his mouth to respond, but Lord McKellen’s voice stopped him. “I dare say, my Lord Byers, that the Court of Lords would not have handed down an indictment and the warrant for Lord Stewart’s arrest on Lord Ackles story, compelling as it is.”
The two Lords stared at one another across the table for a long moment. Byers was the first to blink. “You will find, my Lord, that your British brothers do not rise quite as quickly to your emotional outburst of persecution. If Lord Stewart is indeed guilty, he will be handled by your own court system, not by you or the press at large.” Lord McKellen picked up his fork and turned pointedly to Jensen. “An excellent menu, my Lord. Thank you, and my compliments to your chef.”
Jensen smiled his gratitude. “Thank you, my Lord. I will relay your compliments.”
He drained off the last of his champagne and counted the minutes until he could escape.
Jared loosened his tie and collapsed onto the couch.
“You need anything?”
He shook his head lazily looking up at Jason. “I just want to rest a little.”
Jason chuckled. “And you said yoga wasn’t strenuous when we started.”
“By itself, it’s not.” Jared insisted. “That five mile run though?” He grinned and yawned. “Didn’t sleep much. Tired.”
When he’d left the Senators and other panelists, Jared was tense and irritable and Jason had suggested a run and a yoga session. They’d gone to his gym to change and set out on the run. He hadn’t realized how far they’d gone until afterward. He’d been learning the yoga, but it had never worn him out like it had then. A steam and a shower and they were back in the car, headed home. Jared had nearly fallen asleep in the car. He yawned again, looking up as the door opened. Jensen grinned at him.
“You look worse than I feel.”
Jared sat up. “You okay?”
Jensen nodded and came toward him, dropping onto the couch beside him. Jason discreetly disappeared. “Just tired. I’d forgotten how much work it can be to be social with people like them.”
“At least you only had six to deal with. I had ten.” Jared said, yawning again. Jensen’s hand was on his knee, sliding over the material of his pants. “Then Jason and I went to the gym.”
Jared’s eyes closed. The warmth of Jensen’s body next to him was comforting. Jensen’s lips touched his cheek. Jared tried to open his eyes, but found it difficult. “Hmmm…nice,” he murmured as Jensen nuzzled into his neck. He could tell Jensen was interested in more than just nuzzling, but couldn’t seem to pull himself up from the sleep pulling at him. Jensen’s hands moved up to his neck, massaging and soft.
“Hey, let’s get you upstairs before you fall asleep.” Jensen said in his ear.
Jared shook his head. “Too tired.”
“If I let you sleep here, you’ll wake up with a back ache. Come on, up.” Jensen’s hands pushed him and Jared let him help him to his feet, opening his eyes just enough to keep from falling over anything. Jensen guided him to the stairs and they worked their way up slow.
Jensen got him sitting on the bed and started pulling off his tie. Then he was kneeling, pulling Jared’s shoes off. Jared reached for him and Jensen came, his touch soft, his kiss gentle as Jared laid back on the bed. “Lay with me.” Jared said softly. Jensen laid down beside him, kissing over his closed eyes and his cheeks as Jared’s eyes closed again. “Love you.”