Fic: Jensen's Choice (J2, NC-17)
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Jensen roared into the parking lot of J2 Motorcycles—Custom Builders and Dealers on his custom painted CVO Street Glide.
He parked, patted his baby happily, and then headed into the far building; the new club rooms of HellSpawn MC.
Katie was at the bar, Nicky was sitting on the sofa painting her nails and Gen was playing pool with the new girl, Danni. Danneel Harris was also his PA and she’d quickly become a good friend.
“Jensen!” she pocketed the black and stood up. “How did it go?”
Jensen put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. “Please tell me you’re not hustling Gen again?”
She widened her eyes and endeavoured to look innocent. “Would I do such a thing?”
“Yes,” everybody in the room said, and Danni laughed.
“Okay, fair point. But no. I’m giving her lessons.”
Gen nodded. “I’m getting better. My main problem is that I’m so short.”
Danni whacked Jensen on the arm. “So how did it go?”
Jensen smiled. “Great. We got the commission!”
All the girls squealed in delight and a moment later, Jensen was at the center of an enthusiastic group hug and lots of excited chatter.
“Omigod!” Gen crowed. “I can’t believe we’re doing custom bikes for André Z and his entire entourage!”
A piercing whistle broke through the storm of noise and silenced everyone.
“Uh oh,” Danni said quietly, looking toward the closed Chapel door. “I think somebody’s pissed that he’s not getting your attention.”
Jensen grinned broadly. “He’ll get over it. But I guess I better get in there.”
Jared glared at him when Jensen opened the Chapel door.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jensen said, as he took his customary seat at Jared’s left hand side.
“That’s okay, Sweetheart,” Jared said. “I’ll take it out of your ass later.”
“Ooh,” Jensen faked a shudder. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Mark Sheppard, seated at Jared’s right, said, “So I take it from all the noise out there, that we got the commission?”
“We sure did,” Jensen said proudly.
Crossroads reached out and shook his hand. “Congratulations. Although I still say that as senior salesperson, I should’ve been the one to seal the deal.”
“Too bad for you, they wanted Jensen,” Rachel said.
Crossroads scowled at her.
“It’s just ‘cause I’m so much prettier,” Jensen said. “Besides, you did all the paperwork, so you know it was all watertight. I just had to collect the signature and the deposit and drink bad champagne with a bunch of rappers while looking ruggedly handsome.”
“Were you okay there?” Jared asked and everybody knew exactly what he meant.
André Z’s cocaine habit was staple tabloid fodder.
“Yep,” Jensen said. “There were lines on just about every flat surface, but I resisted the temptation.”
Jared smiled at him, low and hungry.
“Okay,” Ruthie said. “So we’ve finished dealing with all the agenda items. Per the last item we discussed, I’ve made a note in the minutes that Rolly,” she nodded at the man concerned, “is gonnie have a wee word with the lads from M18 to clarify just exactly who runs the arms trade in this town. Is there any other business?”
“In light of our latest commission,” Jared said. “I say we have a party tonight. All those in favor?”
There was a chorus of ‘ayes’ and Jared told Ruthie to get Katie to organize it.
“Now everybody out,” Jared commanded. “I need to have a private chat with Jensen.”
Everybody groaned.
“Okay, Luv,” Ruthie said. “I’ll just leave the minutes here for Jensen to have a wee look at, seeing as he missed most of the meeting. I’ll leave them down this end of the table,” she eyed Jensen sternly. “Try not to get them…messy.”
“Omigod!” Jensen said. “That was one time!”
“Yes, Dearie,” Ruthie said. “But it left me with deep scars.”
Jensen grinned at her wickedly.
After Pellegrino had been sent to prison for the production and distribution of child pornography, Jared had been formally and officially made the President of HellSpawn MC. He’d made Mark Sheppard his VP and then insisted that if Crossroads was going to sit at his right hand side, Jensen was going to sit at his left—because there was literally no one he trusted more.
This had produced something of a quandary for the Club, because technically Jensen’s status was that of an Old Lady. And yes, despite Pellegrino being bi and open to gay members ‘old lady’ was the only accepted designation for the official partner of a biker.
Jensen said he didn’t give a rat’s ass what they called him, but that gender was a pretty stupid, arbitrary attribute to use to determine who should be on the management committee.
Jared’s face had been priceless. “Dude, we’re outlaw bikers not a management committee!”
Jensen had shrugged and said that whatever you called it, membership should be based on interest and skillset, not whether someone had an innie or an outie.
Besides, he’d argued, if he was going to be on the committee (It’s not a fucking committee, Jensen!) then it set a precedent, and they really should open it up to everyone.
So Jared thought about it and decided that he was going to need all the help he could get. He was twenty-four and gay. His old lady was another guy. His leadership would almost certainly be challenged. HellSpawn’s dominance and territory would be challenged. He needed the best team he could possibly assemble; people who would be absolutely, unquestioningly loyal. So why not shake things up a little? Challenge the accepted status quo? Isn’t that what HellSpawn was famous for anyway?
Ruthie had been delighted to accept Jared’s invitation to take a more active role in the Club’s management. She was frighteningly competent, utterly ruthless and had been known to terrify hardcore gangsters twice her size.
Rachel had agreed to come on board too. She had a way of cutting through the bullshit and getting to the heart of the matter that Jared had come to find invaluable.
While he was making radical decisions, Jared decided to make Chad a full patch member too. Chad had been his friend for a very long time, and he was nothing if not loyal. He had also turned out to be a surprisingly good office manager.
And yes, Jared’s leadership had been challenged. Not by anyone from his team; they’d all been loyal. But the presidents of several other charters had felt that with Pellegrino gone, they ought to be in charge of the Mother charter.
Jared had put them all firmly in their place and sent every one of them packing with their tail between their legs; except for the President of the Miami Charter. He got run out of town by Jensen, who decided that he was a too much of a douchebag, to be worthy of Jared’s attention.
After that, the challenges from within HellSpawn stopped.
Not so the challenges for control of the city.
Within weeks of Pellegrino’s arrest, HellSpawn were challenged by the Italians, the Russians, the Yakuza and The Mayans MC.
Jensen and Rachel managed to run a very successful con that saw the Italians and the Russians all but destroy each other in California and after that, what few remaining grumbles that Rolly and Yellow Eyes still had about old ladies being treated like members evaporated completely.
Rolly and Yellow Eyes themselves took care of The Mayans. Their MC rivals had negotiated a deal with The Galindo Cartel to supply cocaine into LA. Rolly and Yellow Eyes gave the ATF an anonymous tip about the deal, which caused several middle ranking members of the cartel and The Mayans’ President, Vice President and Sergeant-at-arms to be arrested. The cartel severed all ties with what remained of the Mayans immediately.
Jared and Ruthie met with the Yakuza, with a little help from Jim Beaver who, surprisingly, spoke very good Japanese. Ruthie had outdone herself researching the main players and her knowledge of them all was so in-depth that they were convinced she was the Celtic version of a kyūbi no kitsune and too dangerous to cross. Jared, they decided was some sort of kitsune-tsukai, and clearly a man to be reckoned with if Ruthie was in his employ. All Jared had to do was look tall, fierce and dominating. Which was very much his forte. Not only did the Yakuza back down on their attempt to take over HellSpawn territory, they actually agreed to form an alliance with them, which had so far proved mutually beneficial.
With all the challengers taken care of, Jared had turned his attention to non-Club business.
MorningStar Motors was solely owned by Mark Pellegrino, so Jared and the rest of Pellegrino’s employees had lost their above-board jobs when he was arrested.
Jensen, meanwhile, had started doing custom design paint jobs and had quickly developed a reputation as the guy to go to if you wanted your bike to look like something off of Pimp my ride, but for a reasonable price.
He and Jared had a long conversation one evening over a couple of six packs about what they should do with their futures. They decided to open a shop selling, customizing and maintaining motorcycles and they put all their money into it. They opened J2 Motorcycles—Custom Builders and Dealers six months later. Three months after that they brought super salesman Mark Sheppard on board and pretty soon the whole crew was working for them in one capacity or another.
They really had become one big family.
As everyone moved out of the Chapel, Chad turned to look at Jared and Jensen and shook his head. “They’re totally gonna fuck on the table. I can’t believe the rest of you are cool with that.”
Ruthie smacked the back of his head and then shoved him out the door before closing it behind her.
Jared didn’t speak. He simply rolled his chair back from the table and waited.
Jensen sat still for several beats and then he got up and sat on the table, in front Jared. Jared rolled his chair forward, pushing in between Jensen’s spread legs. He rested his arms on Jensen’s thighs, hands running up and down, and looked up at him.
“You really okay?”
Jensen nodded.
“And you didn’t use?”
Jensen shook his head.
“Did anyone try to hit on you?”
Jensen shook his head again. “Turns out André Z’s brother is gay and André don’t take too kindly to homophobia or people getting stuck on stereotypes. Choosing us to do his bikes…I’m not saying we didn’t get the job on merit, but I do think he was making a point to a few people in the hip hop industry about stereotypes.”
“You happy with how it all went?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded.
“Good,” Jared smiled. “Pants off.”
Jensen smirked. “Thank God. Thought you were gonna talk forever.”
Jared slapped his thigh which just made Jensen’s grin even wider.
“You’re gonna have to give me some space, dude.”
Jared wheeled himself backwards, breaking contract with Jensen reluctantly.
Jensen took off his boots, socks, jeans and boxers in a perfunctory way that definitely wasn’t a striptease, but somehow managed to be utterly erotic anyway. Or maybe Jared was just stupidly turned on by everything to do with Jensen.
Jared reached out and pulled Jensen close, palming his ass and his dick. He leaned down and licked around the head of Jensen’s cock and then swallowed him down.
“Fuck!” Jensen’s hands came down heavily on Jared’s shoulders as he struggled to steady himself against the onslaught of Jared’s tongue.
Jensen was close when Jared pulled off and sat back.
“Fucker,” Jensen grumbled, without any real heat.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jared smirked. “Turn around, hands on the table, ass out.”
Jensen did as he was told, a squirmy, tingly feeling pooling in his gut as he responded to Jared’s dominance. “Fuck, I love it when you get bossy,” he said.
Jared’s response was to slap his ass, but then there was a click and a squelch and one long finger was working its way deep inside him. Jensen groaned and spread his legs wider. He pushed back against the intrusion and was promptly rewarded with a second finger. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, tilting his hips and riding Jared’s fingers enthusiastically.
A third finger joined the first two and after only a handful of hard thrusts, Jared was slapping lube on his dick and spreading Jensen’s hole wide with his thumbs.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” Jared said wonderingly. “Loose, pink and swollen. All ready to take my cock.”
“You gonna talk about it some more or fuck me?” Jensen said, twisting to glare at Jared over his shoulder.
“Sounds like someone’s angling for a taste of the flogger when we get home,” Jared said as he lined himself up, running his fingers lovingly over the tattoo on Jensen’s back—the one that proclaimed him ‘property of JP’.
“Promises, promises,” Jensen snarked.
And then his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, long and loud as Jared slid in deep. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”
Jared fucked him slow and deep and hard, keeping them both on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, until Jensen caved and begged him to let them both come. When Jared finally pulsed within him, setting off Jensen’s own orgasm, the pleasure was so intense that it felt to Jensen as if the stars had darkened and then brightened anew.
Good orgasms always made him fuckin’ poetic.
Jared pulled out and Jensen stood for a moment, bent over the table, breathing hard.
It had been nearly two years since Jensen was offered a choice between being shot dead by Pellegrino and agreeing to be Jared’s sexual plaything. He’d never once felt that he’d made the wrong choice. He and Jared were happy. And maybe the story of how they got together wasn’t exactly conventional, but then nothing about them was. They were the power couple who ran the most successful and influential organized crime gang in the state, if not the country.
“Move out of the way,” Jared said. He handed Jensen a wet cloth and then proceeded to wipe Jensen’s come off the board table with another wet cloth.
Jensen laughed. “You’re so scared of Ruthie!”
Jared gave him a haughty look. “I’m just considerate.”
He actually was. Jensen couldn’t really argue with that.
Jared looked at him searchingly. “You look good,” he said. “Content.”
Jensen nodded. “Closed a major deal. Got fucked senseless. Gonna party with my family. Life is good.”
“Yeah,” Jared agreed.
He smiled at Jensen adoringly and Jensen knew two things for certain: He and Jared were truly meant to be; and Jared was thankful every single day that he’d been Jensen’s choice.
The End
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Jensen roared into the parking lot of J2 Motorcycles—Custom Builders and Dealers on his custom painted CVO Street Glide.
He parked, patted his baby happily, and then headed into the far building; the new club rooms of HellSpawn MC.
Katie was at the bar, Nicky was sitting on the sofa painting her nails and Gen was playing pool with the new girl, Danni. Danneel Harris was also his PA and she’d quickly become a good friend.
“Jensen!” she pocketed the black and stood up. “How did it go?”
Jensen put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. “Please tell me you’re not hustling Gen again?”
She widened her eyes and endeavoured to look innocent. “Would I do such a thing?”
“Yes,” everybody in the room said, and Danni laughed.
“Okay, fair point. But no. I’m giving her lessons.”
Gen nodded. “I’m getting better. My main problem is that I’m so short.”
Danni whacked Jensen on the arm. “So how did it go?”
Jensen smiled. “Great. We got the commission!”
All the girls squealed in delight and a moment later, Jensen was at the center of an enthusiastic group hug and lots of excited chatter.
“Omigod!” Gen crowed. “I can’t believe we’re doing custom bikes for André Z and his entire entourage!”
A piercing whistle broke through the storm of noise and silenced everyone.
“Uh oh,” Danni said quietly, looking toward the closed Chapel door. “I think somebody’s pissed that he’s not getting your attention.”
Jensen grinned broadly. “He’ll get over it. But I guess I better get in there.”
Jared glared at him when Jensen opened the Chapel door.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jensen said, as he took his customary seat at Jared’s left hand side.
“That’s okay, Sweetheart,” Jared said. “I’ll take it out of your ass later.”
“Ooh,” Jensen faked a shudder. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Mark Sheppard, seated at Jared’s right, said, “So I take it from all the noise out there, that we got the commission?”
“We sure did,” Jensen said proudly.
Crossroads reached out and shook his hand. “Congratulations. Although I still say that as senior salesperson, I should’ve been the one to seal the deal.”
“Too bad for you, they wanted Jensen,” Rachel said.
Crossroads scowled at her.
“It’s just ‘cause I’m so much prettier,” Jensen said. “Besides, you did all the paperwork, so you know it was all watertight. I just had to collect the signature and the deposit and drink bad champagne with a bunch of rappers while looking ruggedly handsome.”
“Were you okay there?” Jared asked and everybody knew exactly what he meant.
André Z’s cocaine habit was staple tabloid fodder.
“Yep,” Jensen said. “There were lines on just about every flat surface, but I resisted the temptation.”
Jared smiled at him, low and hungry.
“Okay,” Ruthie said. “So we’ve finished dealing with all the agenda items. Per the last item we discussed, I’ve made a note in the minutes that Rolly,” she nodded at the man concerned, “is gonnie have a wee word with the lads from M18 to clarify just exactly who runs the arms trade in this town. Is there any other business?”
“In light of our latest commission,” Jared said. “I say we have a party tonight. All those in favor?”
There was a chorus of ‘ayes’ and Jared told Ruthie to get Katie to organize it.
“Now everybody out,” Jared commanded. “I need to have a private chat with Jensen.”
Everybody groaned.
“Okay, Luv,” Ruthie said. “I’ll just leave the minutes here for Jensen to have a wee look at, seeing as he missed most of the meeting. I’ll leave them down this end of the table,” she eyed Jensen sternly. “Try not to get them…messy.”
“Omigod!” Jensen said. “That was one time!”
“Yes, Dearie,” Ruthie said. “But it left me with deep scars.”
Jensen grinned at her wickedly.
After Pellegrino had been sent to prison for the production and distribution of child pornography, Jared had been formally and officially made the President of HellSpawn MC. He’d made Mark Sheppard his VP and then insisted that if Crossroads was going to sit at his right hand side, Jensen was going to sit at his left—because there was literally no one he trusted more.
This had produced something of a quandary for the Club, because technically Jensen’s status was that of an Old Lady. And yes, despite Pellegrino being bi and open to gay members ‘old lady’ was the only accepted designation for the official partner of a biker.
Jensen said he didn’t give a rat’s ass what they called him, but that gender was a pretty stupid, arbitrary attribute to use to determine who should be on the management committee.
Jared’s face had been priceless. “Dude, we’re outlaw bikers not a management committee!”
Jensen had shrugged and said that whatever you called it, membership should be based on interest and skillset, not whether someone had an innie or an outie.
Besides, he’d argued, if he was going to be on the committee (It’s not a fucking committee, Jensen!) then it set a precedent, and they really should open it up to everyone.
So Jared thought about it and decided that he was going to need all the help he could get. He was twenty-four and gay. His old lady was another guy. His leadership would almost certainly be challenged. HellSpawn’s dominance and territory would be challenged. He needed the best team he could possibly assemble; people who would be absolutely, unquestioningly loyal. So why not shake things up a little? Challenge the accepted status quo? Isn’t that what HellSpawn was famous for anyway?
Ruthie had been delighted to accept Jared’s invitation to take a more active role in the Club’s management. She was frighteningly competent, utterly ruthless and had been known to terrify hardcore gangsters twice her size.
Rachel had agreed to come on board too. She had a way of cutting through the bullshit and getting to the heart of the matter that Jared had come to find invaluable.
While he was making radical decisions, Jared decided to make Chad a full patch member too. Chad had been his friend for a very long time, and he was nothing if not loyal. He had also turned out to be a surprisingly good office manager.
And yes, Jared’s leadership had been challenged. Not by anyone from his team; they’d all been loyal. But the presidents of several other charters had felt that with Pellegrino gone, they ought to be in charge of the Mother charter.
Jared had put them all firmly in their place and sent every one of them packing with their tail between their legs; except for the President of the Miami Charter. He got run out of town by Jensen, who decided that he was a too much of a douchebag, to be worthy of Jared’s attention.
After that, the challenges from within HellSpawn stopped.
Not so the challenges for control of the city.
Within weeks of Pellegrino’s arrest, HellSpawn were challenged by the Italians, the Russians, the Yakuza and The Mayans MC.
Jensen and Rachel managed to run a very successful con that saw the Italians and the Russians all but destroy each other in California and after that, what few remaining grumbles that Rolly and Yellow Eyes still had about old ladies being treated like members evaporated completely.
Rolly and Yellow Eyes themselves took care of The Mayans. Their MC rivals had negotiated a deal with The Galindo Cartel to supply cocaine into LA. Rolly and Yellow Eyes gave the ATF an anonymous tip about the deal, which caused several middle ranking members of the cartel and The Mayans’ President, Vice President and Sergeant-at-arms to be arrested. The cartel severed all ties with what remained of the Mayans immediately.
Jared and Ruthie met with the Yakuza, with a little help from Jim Beaver who, surprisingly, spoke very good Japanese. Ruthie had outdone herself researching the main players and her knowledge of them all was so in-depth that they were convinced she was the Celtic version of a kyūbi no kitsune and too dangerous to cross. Jared, they decided was some sort of kitsune-tsukai, and clearly a man to be reckoned with if Ruthie was in his employ. All Jared had to do was look tall, fierce and dominating. Which was very much his forte. Not only did the Yakuza back down on their attempt to take over HellSpawn territory, they actually agreed to form an alliance with them, which had so far proved mutually beneficial.
With all the challengers taken care of, Jared had turned his attention to non-Club business.
MorningStar Motors was solely owned by Mark Pellegrino, so Jared and the rest of Pellegrino’s employees had lost their above-board jobs when he was arrested.
Jensen, meanwhile, had started doing custom design paint jobs and had quickly developed a reputation as the guy to go to if you wanted your bike to look like something off of Pimp my ride, but for a reasonable price.
He and Jared had a long conversation one evening over a couple of six packs about what they should do with their futures. They decided to open a shop selling, customizing and maintaining motorcycles and they put all their money into it. They opened J2 Motorcycles—Custom Builders and Dealers six months later. Three months after that they brought super salesman Mark Sheppard on board and pretty soon the whole crew was working for them in one capacity or another.
They really had become one big family.
As everyone moved out of the Chapel, Chad turned to look at Jared and Jensen and shook his head. “They’re totally gonna fuck on the table. I can’t believe the rest of you are cool with that.”
Ruthie smacked the back of his head and then shoved him out the door before closing it behind her.
Jared didn’t speak. He simply rolled his chair back from the table and waited.
Jensen sat still for several beats and then he got up and sat on the table, in front Jared. Jared rolled his chair forward, pushing in between Jensen’s spread legs. He rested his arms on Jensen’s thighs, hands running up and down, and looked up at him.
“You really okay?”
Jensen nodded.
“And you didn’t use?”
Jensen shook his head.
“Did anyone try to hit on you?”
Jensen shook his head again. “Turns out André Z’s brother is gay and André don’t take too kindly to homophobia or people getting stuck on stereotypes. Choosing us to do his bikes…I’m not saying we didn’t get the job on merit, but I do think he was making a point to a few people in the hip hop industry about stereotypes.”
“You happy with how it all went?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded.
“Good,” Jared smiled. “Pants off.”
Jensen smirked. “Thank God. Thought you were gonna talk forever.”
Jared slapped his thigh which just made Jensen’s grin even wider.
“You’re gonna have to give me some space, dude.”
Jared wheeled himself backwards, breaking contract with Jensen reluctantly.
Jensen took off his boots, socks, jeans and boxers in a perfunctory way that definitely wasn’t a striptease, but somehow managed to be utterly erotic anyway. Or maybe Jared was just stupidly turned on by everything to do with Jensen.
Jared reached out and pulled Jensen close, palming his ass and his dick. He leaned down and licked around the head of Jensen’s cock and then swallowed him down.
“Fuck!” Jensen’s hands came down heavily on Jared’s shoulders as he struggled to steady himself against the onslaught of Jared’s tongue.
Jensen was close when Jared pulled off and sat back.
“Fucker,” Jensen grumbled, without any real heat.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jared smirked. “Turn around, hands on the table, ass out.”
Jensen did as he was told, a squirmy, tingly feeling pooling in his gut as he responded to Jared’s dominance. “Fuck, I love it when you get bossy,” he said.
Jared’s response was to slap his ass, but then there was a click and a squelch and one long finger was working its way deep inside him. Jensen groaned and spread his legs wider. He pushed back against the intrusion and was promptly rewarded with a second finger. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, tilting his hips and riding Jared’s fingers enthusiastically.
A third finger joined the first two and after only a handful of hard thrusts, Jared was slapping lube on his dick and spreading Jensen’s hole wide with his thumbs.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” Jared said wonderingly. “Loose, pink and swollen. All ready to take my cock.”
“You gonna talk about it some more or fuck me?” Jensen said, twisting to glare at Jared over his shoulder.
“Sounds like someone’s angling for a taste of the flogger when we get home,” Jared said as he lined himself up, running his fingers lovingly over the tattoo on Jensen’s back—the one that proclaimed him ‘property of JP’.
“Promises, promises,” Jensen snarked.
And then his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, long and loud as Jared slid in deep. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”
Jared fucked him slow and deep and hard, keeping them both on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, until Jensen caved and begged him to let them both come. When Jared finally pulsed within him, setting off Jensen’s own orgasm, the pleasure was so intense that it felt to Jensen as if the stars had darkened and then brightened anew.
Good orgasms always made him fuckin’ poetic.
Jared pulled out and Jensen stood for a moment, bent over the table, breathing hard.
It had been nearly two years since Jensen was offered a choice between being shot dead by Pellegrino and agreeing to be Jared’s sexual plaything. He’d never once felt that he’d made the wrong choice. He and Jared were happy. And maybe the story of how they got together wasn’t exactly conventional, but then nothing about them was. They were the power couple who ran the most successful and influential organized crime gang in the state, if not the country.
“Move out of the way,” Jared said. He handed Jensen a wet cloth and then proceeded to wipe Jensen’s come off the board table with another wet cloth.
Jensen laughed. “You’re so scared of Ruthie!”
Jared gave him a haughty look. “I’m just considerate.”
He actually was. Jensen couldn’t really argue with that.
Jared looked at him searchingly. “You look good,” he said. “Content.”
Jensen nodded. “Closed a major deal. Got fucked senseless. Gonna party with my family. Life is good.”
“Yeah,” Jared agreed.
He smiled at Jensen adoringly and Jensen knew two things for certain: He and Jared were truly meant to be; and Jared was thankful every single day that he’d been Jensen’s choice.
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Date: 2016-05-31 04:40 pm (UTC)I loved the whole story, Jensen's troubled youth and addiction and Jared's awful childhood, and poor JDM's sticky end *sob* and I adored Jensen's kick-ass manipulative scheming attitude. Jared and him were (as usual) a match made in heaven! Oh, and all the kinky sex was every kind of hot!!! Cock-cages and panties - yes please!!!!!
So, just so we're clear - I freaking loved everything about this! Your writing as usual rocks!!! <3 <3
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Date: 2016-05-31 11:00 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this so much. I had a lot of fun with this story. The Js were great to write: I was determined they were both gonna be kickass and I'm so happy that you adored scheming, manipulative Jensen! And Ruthie was so much fun to write! So glad she was a favourite. I loved her a lot too!!
Plus I got to have fun with kinky sex! I would've loved a picture of Jensen in his red, lacy panties, but by the time I got that part of the story to Amber she was at jibcon and it just wasn't possible!
Glad you got a kick out of this! Thank you so much for your lovely comment. :)
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Date: 2016-05-31 05:24 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for sharing with us!
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Date: 2016-05-31 11:03 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for taking the time to comment! :)
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Date: 2016-06-02 03:28 pm (UTC)I adored the story; from J2's backgrounds, to the mystery of JDM's murder, the hierarchy of the all the members, and the characterizations were spot on (I loved Jared's fierce puppy, Jensen's sharp wit, Ruthie's intelligence!) Such a thrilling read with an ending that left me wanting more.
Thank you so much for writing and for sharing :)
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Date: 2016-06-02 11:22 pm (UTC)(whispers...I'm actually working on a timestamp at the moment...)
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Date: 2016-06-05 03:18 pm (UTC)Loved, loved, loved the bad guys. Heyerdahl and Pellegrino and Fuller *shudders* I LOVED THE WOMEN SO FREAKING MUCH! Ruth especially and jealous Alaina and all the others, taking Jensen in!!
Loved Jared and Jensen, both troubled, both vulnerable, both BAMF, BOTH SO SEXY! Loved, loved, loved Jared turning up all in leather to come to Jensen's rescue! Fuck, that image was such a turn-on. Loved their dynamic, how they fit, how Jensen loved to have Jared take control! THE SEX!!! Dude, seriously! Panties? Cock-cage? Prostate stimulator? Bondage? Edging? I groaned half-way through this fic, like SHE WANTS TO KILL ME, THAT'S IT, SHE WANTS TO SEE ME ON THE FLOOR! lolol
Anyway, the darkness, the filth, the romance, the ENDING with all of them together! Yes, yes, so much yes for this story. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING IT :D
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Date: 2016-06-05 11:26 pm (UTC)This comment made me want to light a cigarette and lean back with a contented sigh!!! Was it good for you too? Why, yes. I think it was!!
Seriously, thank you so much. You touched on pretty much everything I enjoyed writing in the story. I wanted asshole villains and badass women and vulnerable yet bamf boys. And I especially wanted a Jensen who loved Jared to take control, but was still completely kickass in his own right. So happy you enjoyed those aspects.
And I'm pretty sure our taste in kink lines up rather nicely (your pinboard is such a nice place for me to browse!!) so I guess the kinks worked for you too!! :D
Thank you for reading and for leaving such a lovely comment. :D
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Date: 2016-06-06 07:49 am (UTC)You have no idea how fucking fabulous this is! All the kinky sex, and Jared's awful childhood, Jensen's troubled youth and his down right sneaky manipulative behaviour. As always they're a perfect match for each other. And JDM's ending! *cries*
You managed to get Jared just right, his giant floppy puppy routine with that streak of darkness/blackness running right through the centre of him, just wonderful!
So, just in case we're unclear here, I freaking loved it, but I knew I would :DD
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Date: 2016-06-06 10:40 am (UTC)Well that sounds idyllic. It's cold, wet and horrible here so I'm a little jealous right now!
I'm so freaking delighted you enjoyed this story, with all its kink and sneaky, manipulative Jensen. I'm just thrilled you enjoyed Jared; his awful childhood played such a huge part in creating that dark streak that runs right through the middle of the floppy puppy! I feel that he and Jensen really do bring out the best in each other! :D
Thanks so much for reading and leaving such a lovely comment. :D
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Date: 2016-06-06 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-07 12:17 am (UTC)I'm absolutely thrilled that you thought the characterization was good and I'm so happy that you thought the characterization of Jensen as an addict (for instance channelling those tendencies into smoking instead) worked so well.
Thanks heaps for reading and commenting. :D
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Date: 2016-06-06 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-07 12:38 am (UTC)he was never a victim (except, perhaps, of his own self-destructive tendencies) and took such unashamed pleasure in the things he liked. It made him a very capable person with just enough wildness about him to keep everyone else on their toes.
Your comments here about Jensen are absolutely spot on. If I'd written a character bio for this Jensen, it would've said those things! :D
Thank you so much for reading and for leaving such an insightful comment. :D
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Date: 2016-06-09 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-10 02:34 am (UTC)Thanks heaps for reading and for taking the time to comment. :D
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Date: 2016-06-15 09:00 pm (UTC)(One question, and I'm a little embarrassed to ask, but who is "Rolly?")
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Date: 2016-06-15 10:25 pm (UTC)FYI I posted a timestamp last night, so far it's just on my journal... It's called Sweet Insanity
(Rolly is Mark Rolston, who was the first actor to play Alastair. I think he was a little eclipsed by Christopher Heyerdahl whose performance as Alastair was utterly chilling.)
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Date: 2016-06-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(Ah yes, Mark Rolston - I had completely forgotten about him! Thanks.)
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Date: 2016-07-03 03:30 pm (UTC)Then there's what has to be the best porn company name of all time: Fuller Swallow. I laughed right out loud over that. :D
Anyway, thanks so much for this, and the great time stamp. I will be rereading them many times!
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Date: 2016-07-04 08:12 am (UTC)I had a lot of fun writing Jensen; I liked his character a lot! And yep, some very self-indulgent aspects to this...eg red lace panties...so I'm glad you enjoyed those too! :D
And isn't Fuller-Swallow the best name for a porn company? I cast them in those roles and then realised how their names meshed together and cackled with evil glee! :D
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I'm truly stoked to hear you'll be re-reading this and the timestamp! :D