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Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 6/?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.



Chapter 7

If Jensen resisted Jared wouldn’t have been able to do it. But Jensen didn’t resist. Not when Jared put his hands on the front of his jacket and not when he leaned up to take Jensen's mouth with his. Instead, he immediately uncrossed his arms, then his legs. For balance, he thought, before he started kissing Jared back and there was no more room for coherent thought.

Jensen did taste like pie—and something else purely masculine and sexual. His mouth opened and Jared didn’t wait. He stroked Jared's tongue along his as he withdrew just enough to catch his breath before he kissed him again.

Jensen’s arms went around him, one between his shoulder blades and the other comfortably cradling his ass. Jared's hands moved up the slippery leather arms of his jacket and linked behind his neck as he pulled him closer. Their belt buckles clattered against each other.

Jensen walked like he owned the world and he kissed the same way—at least until they heard the wolf whistle. Another of the truckers catcalled and Jensen tensed. The lips that had been moving against his stilled.

Again Jared felt the subtle shift and tense of Jensen's muscles and the soft hiss of his breath as it gusted over Jared's face. Jensen hesitated and pulled away to look into Jared's face for a second before his eyes swept back and forth over the lot behind them. When he looked back at Jared, his brow had furrowed the tiniest bit.

“Jared—”

He searched his eyes with his own. “Jensen.”

His hands moved restlessly over Jared's back. He didn’t push him away. Not quite.

Jared glanced around as two trucks pulled out of the parking lot, leaving them alone for the moment. Inside the diner he could see people eating and talking. On the street in front of the lot, cars passed without stopping. Farther away the wink and glitter of headlights flared from the highway.

Jensen had parked in the far end of the lot, away from most of the other cars. Several of the long slots for eighteen-wheelers that had been filled when he pulled in were now empty. The glow from the streetlamps cast orange circles onto the pavement and the light from the diner spilled out in golden squares striped with shadow. But where Jared and Jensen stood the parking lot was mostly dark.

No one would see.

“Get in the car,” Jared murmured against his mouth.

For a second Jared thought for sure that Jensen was going to shake his head and send him on his way. This wasn’t a movie, after all. His fingers twitched on Jared's back and then he was reaching behind him to pull open the car door with a creak that sent shivers of pleasure trickling down Jared's spine. Like the roar of its engine, that creak spoke of pure sex.

Jared pushed the driver’s seat forward and crawled in. The backseat of the Impala was as big as some of the beds he’d slept in. He slid along the black vinyl until his back hit the opposite door. The window glass was chilly and the window crank jabbed his in the back, but he didn’t move. His breath hitched in his chest and his heart pounded as he waited for Jensen to get in.

He didn’t—at first. Jared couldn’t see his face, but the body framed by the open door made Jared lick his lips. Jensen's hip cocked for a moment as he shifted his weight. He rapped lightly on the roof.

Then, finally, he got inside.



TBC....


 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 6/?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction
A/N:  Ok so they actually changed the Tail Lights in sixty five, but then he wouldn't have guessed the year. So yeah creative license is my friend!


Chapter 6


“Nice car.” Jared ran a hand along the sleek lines of the Impala’s hood. He felt Jensen close behind him. Not touching—not yet. He glanced at him. “Sixty-seven, right?”

“Yeah.” Jensen sounded impressed. “How’d you know?’

There were scant inches between him and the car, but Jared slid past him anyway to get to the trunk. His shoulder and hip brushed him and his breath ruffled his hair as he passed. He gestured to the rear. “The tail-lights. They changed in sixty-six.”

“You know cars?”

Jared shook his head. “Not really. Just Impalas. And Chevelles, which are basically a smaller Impala. I learned from my dad. He worked on classic cars. All kinds. But there’s something special about these, isn’t there?”

He nodded. “Yeah. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore.”

“No. They don’t.”

Jensen crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a hip against the car. He put one leg over the other. The classic James Dean pose. It worked for him. Then again, Jared thought, not much wouldn’t.

“My dad,” he said after a second, “he had a garage. He sold it to his partner, Vinnie, before he passed away.” He paused. “A couple of weeks ago, Vinnie’s son called me to say his father had died. Turns out, Vinnie’s son isn’t interested in running the garage. But I think I might be.”

Jensen tilted his head. “Really?”

Jared shrugged. “I need a job. You asked me what was in San Antonio. That might be it.”

Jared didn’t want to dwell on why he’d suddenly chosen to tell him all of that when a short time before he hadn’t dared. He let his fingers trail along the car as he moved closer to him. Jensen didn’t move, didn’t shift. That was fine with him. This close he could smell him, a spicy cologne he didn’t know.

Dusk had fallen while they lingered over pie and pancakes. The parking lot bustled with activity all around them as the trucks came and went. The lamps flickered, not quite ready to come on.

Jared's body followed the trail of his finger along the car’s skin until the hem of Jensen's leather jacket brushed the thigh of Jared's jeans. Still he didn’t shift or uncross his arms. His gaze stayed unwavering on Jared's, the mouth that had so tempted him from first glance no longer smiling. His lips had parted the tiniest bit, but not enough for him to see his teeth or tongue. He hesitated, thinking he meant to speak, but Jensen said nothing.

The tension tightened. A breeze came up and blew his hair back from his face. The grumble of the closest big rig tried to catch his attention, as did the slamming of doors and good-natured shouts of the truckers as they left the diner and headed off into parts unknown. Jared let none of that distract him. It would be so simple to let this moment pass, or to pretend it meant nothing. He could back away, get into his own car. Drive away. Leave.

He didn’t want to.

He had never done something like this before. And that mattered. It mattered, too, that he wanted to do this. He’d spent his life doing the right thing, making the right choices, being the good boy. It had gotten him a dead-end job and a dead-end life…until now.

If this were a movie, he’d take Jared in his arms and push him up against the car. He’d crush Jared with a kiss, pry open his lips with his tongue, plunder his mouth as his hands roamed over his body.

At the thought of his hands on his body, his chest tightened and his pulse throbbed between his legs. The seam of Jared's jeans rubbed with slow precision against him.

But this wasn’t a movie, and Jensen didn’t move.

So Jared did.



TBC....



 
 
 
 
 
 
Ok I have no idea how to do this, so I'm just gonna do it like this.
I have wanted to do this for a while, but was too busy to do it.
Then I forgot about it and someone suggested it, which made me remember. lol


-SERIES FIC-


Love's A Lottery:

1   2   3   4   5     



Courting Confessions:

1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20



The Unexpected Texan:    -WIP-

1   2   3   4   5  




-SHORT FIC-


Wet Dream


With This Ring




 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 5/?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
A/N: My work Isn't read by a Beta, so if you see any of my mistakes, let me know! Thanks!



Chapter 5


Jared’s stomach rumbled again. Putting a hand on it did nothing to quell the emptiness inside, but as he reached for the grocery bag of snacks on the seat next to him, he knew nothing in there was going to satisfy. He needed real food, not a cereal bar or a bag of chips.

There wasn’t a rest stop for miles, which meant he’d have to find a good diner if he was lucky or a burger joint if he wasn’t. At this point, his empty stomach and his bursting bladder weren’t going to be picky.

He pulled off at the next exit and followed the signs to the aptly named Roadhouse Diner. The parking lot teemed with trucks and cars, which he took to be a good sign. If the truckers stopped here, the food must be good.

He saw something else, too—a familiar black Impala at the lot’s far end.

His stomach hit his toes as Jared got out of his car and stretched. He looked around but saw no sign of the Impala’s owner. He was inside, then. Maybe eating a burger, juice dripping down his hand. He’d lick it off and give him a grin, maybe offer him a bite. Jared would lean across the table and open his mouth for him….

Yeah, he’d open his mouth for him, all right.

Jared shook himself and grabbed his wallet. He’d better get himself under control before he went inside. He gave the Impala another glance and headed up the brick steps to the diner.

Inside, his stomach rumbled and he coughed at the mingled aroma of grease and cigarette smoke. Ah, the pure, unadulterated scent of a diner. He decided to order breakfast even though it was time for dinner.

Jared tried not to make his search of the restaurant obvious as he followed the hostess to a booth at the back. He sat with his back to the wall so he could look out over the other tables, though at first he kept his eyes fixed studiously on the menu in front of him.

He’d already decided what he wanted, but looking at the menu gave him a reason to keep his eyes down instead of up, so he could take his time in discovering if he was here. He was probably just finishing anyway. Maybe he’d get the chance to ogle his ass while he paid at the register.

Then, all at once, Jared wasn’t sure if he wanted to see him. So they’d played a game of road-tag. So he had excellent taste in music—and cars. And clothes. So what if he looked good enough to lick? The only reason he noticed him at all was because he was hot. Jared would be willing to bet Jared had also passed four or five of the truckers in here the same number of times as he had that black sex-car, he just hadn’t paid attention. There wasn’t any more significance to him deciding to stop here than any of the others. It didn’t mean anything.

It wasn’t fate.

It wasn’t even luck.

“Hi,” said a low, deep voice like the purr and rumble of an engine. Jared looked up.

It was him.

***

Fuck it. This was his chance and he was going to take it.

He smiled. Jared smiled. He’d thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket and didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere.

“They have good pie,” he said matter-of-factly. “Cherry’s my favorite.”

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll buy you a piece.” The offer leaped from Jared's lips and heat crept up his cheeks, but he didn’t look away.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’m Jensen.” He slid into the booth across from him and offered his hand over the table.

He shook it. “Jared.”

He rapped his knuckles on the table top before folding his hands together. “Pretty name.”

“Thanks.” After that there didn’t seem much to do but smile.

Jensen was very good at smiling.

The waitress came and took their orders and went away again, leaving Jared to sit and stare across the table. He waited to feel awkward, but all that rose within him was the steady, pulsing throb of desire.

He’d seen good-looking men before. Chad, for all he lacked in the ability to push his buttons, had often turned heads. Sitting this close, Jared could see Jensen wasn’t as picture-perfect as he’d been with the shield of sunglasses and a hot car to make him prettier.

Oh sure, he had striking, green eyes and when he grinned, it was filled with the promise that he knew exactly how to use those full, perfectly curved lips. Yet his features didn’t align with cover-model perfection. That sexy smile was crooked and wrinkles feathered the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t perfect, but he looked real. A little rough, too—though maybe that was explained by too many hours behind the wheel, causing the faint circles under his eyes.

“Where are you headed?” he asked as the waitress brought the food and Jensen pulled the plate of pie toward him with his fork.

“San Antonio,” he said as he cut into his pancakes.

“That sounds like a good place to end up.” He flashed him another smile and licked cherry pie filling from the tines of his fork.

Jared watched his tongue caress the metal then swipe across his lips and he lost his train of thought. His mouth stopped smiling and he tore his gaze from his lips to look into his eyes.

“What’s in San Antonio?” he asked.

He thought about how to answer that. Superstitious about jinxing himself, Jared decided not to tell him.

“Nothing,” he told him honestly. “At least, not yet.”

“Good,” said Jensen. “Then it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get there, huh?”

He laughed softly. “Not really. I’d like to get there before I run out of money, though.”

Jensen stabbed a bite of cherry pie and lifted it toward his mouth but didn’t eat it right away. Golden crust and a plump cherry nestled in crimson gel, oozing between the tines. “Mind me asking why you’re going to San Antonio if there’s nothing there?” he asked. And bit down.

Jared watched his mouth close over the pie. If he kissed him now, he’d taste tart and sweet, a combination he’d always adored. He looked away from his mouth and back into those hazel eyes. “I broke off my engagement and needed to get away to someplace new. Start clean.”

“Good.” He grinned again and he realized it was lucky there was a table between them—otherwise he’d have found himself with two hands and a lap full of Jared.

“Clean is good.” he said.

“Dirty is better.”



TBC.......




 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 4/20?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
A/N: My work Isn't read by a Beta, so if you see any of my mistakes, let me know! Thanks!


Chapter 4



This stretch of road had always seemed interminable with no rest stops and nothing much to see but fields on both sides. Not this time, though. The miles were actually speeding by too fast, each marker Jared passed reminding him that eventually the man in the black Impala would pull off at an exit and be gone forever…or he would.

They’d played tag for the past hour until finally he’d pulled far ahead of him and stayed there. He might have caught up if he put his foot to the floor, but with his car so overloaded, he didn’t want to risk overheating his engine. Or getting a ticket he couldn’t afford, Jared reminded himself with regret as the Impala got further and further ahead of him.

It had been nice while it lasted, anyway. Jared grinned as the songs on his iPod cycled through again and Highway To Hell pounded out of his speakers. He’d never hear this song again without thinking about his nameless stranger with the cocky grin and the perfect jeans.

Damn, it felt good to want something again. He’d spent most of this past year trying to convince himself that being happy to have someone was the same as being happy. He’d done his best to force away any hint of dissatisfaction, not wanting to hurt the man who’d spent three months’ salary on a ring for him but who never really listened to anything Jared had to say.

Well he’d certainly heard the words “I’m leaving.” He’d accused Jared of running away. Called him names he couldn’t blame him for. He hadn’t been able to explain he wasn’t just running away from something. He was running toward something, too. A dream. A life. A chance.

For the first time in more than a year, since he’d said yes to Chad’s proposal because he wasn’t quite sure how to say no, Jared’s life felt like this road ahead of him: vast, winding and full of surprises. He intended to make the most of it. Starting, maybe, with not being afraid to pursue his…opportunities.

But if he really had the chance to have hot, sweaty and anonymous sex with a beautiful stranger, would he do it? Where was the line between opportunity and fantasy? Jared scanned the road ahead for signs of the Impala, but it had gone. Another chance wasted…just like the night he’d met Chad.

Jared had been at a nightclub with some friends, drinking and flirting. A man approached him, asked him to dance. They’d spent the next half-hour practically fucking on the dance floor, hip to hip, skin to skin. It had been the sexiest thirty minutes of his life…until he suggested they go someplace and finish what they’d started.

He’d wanted to. But he hadn’t done it.

Ten minutes after he watched his dance partner walk away, Chad had bumped into him. The rest was two years of sad and unsatisfactory history.

Not that anything bad had ever happened. He didn’t stay out late drinking with his buddies or spend all his money on booze and bitches. He paid the bills on time and made sure Jared's car had gas in it. And he brought him lilies, the only flower on earth he truly hated. He cooked him steaks well-done when he preferred them rare. He chose the brown sweater when he’d have picked the blue, the political thriller when he’d have liked the romantic comedy.

Chad never listened to him. He claimed he loved him, but he never, ever listened. Or maybe he listened, he thought, but simply never heard.

He’d often wondered what would have happened had he gone with that stranger and given in to his need to be a little wild. He would never know how his life might have changed if he had.

But he wasn’t that man anymore. He’d left him behind in Oklahoma. So if the man in the Impala presented an opportunity, it was a chance that this Jared would not let pass him by.


TBC......


 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 3/20?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.



Chapter 3


Jared had been playing tag with the man in the Impala for the past thirty miles. He’d speed up and pass him, then he’d catch up and do the same. Sometimes they drove side by side for a minute or two. It was a race without a finish line.

Driving, Jared could only snatch brief glimpses of him. He got more beautiful every time he looked. The hair, the grin, the stubble, the sunglasses. The brown leather jacket. The sexy muscle car. He was perfection wrapped up in a leather package, and his fantasies got bigger and sweatier every time he looked.

A man like that would push him up against a wall, a knee between his legs, and pin his arms above his head. His stubble would scratch the sensitive skin of his neck as he used his mouth there. His teeth would press his skin just hard enough to make him gasp.

He’d fuck him up against that wall as easily as if they were on a bed, one hand beneath his ass to hold him while his legs wrapped around his waist. He’d be able to look right in his eyes, too, and feel his breath on his face when he panted out Jared's name.

The image faded as a cluster of traffic appeared ahead and forced them both to slow. The Impala drifted back, leaving plenty of distance between it and the cars in front of them. In the mirror, he could see him drumming out a beat on his steering wheel, but he’d rolled up his window so he couldn’t hear it. Jared couldn’t stop himself from looking over at him as he passed on the left. As soon as he had room, he merged into the left lane and got behind Jared.

Behind him. He loved it that way. In his head he was on his hands and knees, his cock filling him from behind while his hand slid along his throbbing cock. Jared's fingers would grip the sheets into crumpled wrinkles and he’d rock back against him, forcing him to go harder into him. Deeper. He’d fuck far inside him as his fingers stroked him until he came.

“God,” he muttered aloud. The sound shattered the scene in his head, and he forced himself to focus on the road. But he couldn’t quite banish the thought…. “I bet he fucks like a jackhammer.”

Saying it aloud brought heat to his face—as well as other parts—but he wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t thinking it. It had been too long since he’d let himself even notice another man. He’d been too afraid. If he admitted, even to himself, that he was looking for something new, then he’d have had to admit that he wasn’t happy with what he did have.

What he’d had.

Well, now he didn’t have it any more. No more Chad, no more house, no more wedding plans. No more honeymoon to the Bahamas. No more job. All he had was this car, with the trunk and backseat stuffed full of his every worldly possession and enough cash to get him back to San Antonio where he may or may not have a job and an apartment waiting for him.

Well, he thought as his car took the turn and the Impala passed him again, that wasn’t all he had. Now he had a fantasy, too. And it was about time he acted out a fantasy….



TBC.....



 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 2/20?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.


Chapter 2



For the last twenty miles, the road had stretched out empty in front of and behind Jared. He was almost at the Texas border. Jared glanced out his window, taking in the breathtaking view. The sky was so bright and blue and clear it looked as though he could reach through his window and grab a handful. Every time he rounded a corner he expected to catch up to some traffic, but so far nothing.

The radio was giving off little more than static, but his iPod had a nifty little transmitter that allowed him to listen to it through his stereo speakers, so he had plenty of music.

If only he could find something he wanted to listen to.

He hadn’t thought to make a special play list before he packed everything he owned and left Oklahoma. Missing You by John Waite wasn’t going to work. Neither was You’re Beautiful by James Blunt. Jared was so intent on finding something that didn’t make him want to cry or throw the iPod out the window that he didn’t notice he was no longer alone on the road—until he saw the flash of sunlight on chrome in the rear-view mirror.

It was a big, hulking black car, but it was too far behind him for him to be sure it was the Impala he’d seen earlier. Hell, who was he kidding? His heart had started thumping the second he spotted it. His hands convulsively grabbed the wheel as he stared at the reflection rapidly approaching.

It was him.

He was going to pass Jared, of that he had no doubt. Already his foot had eased up on the gas, like his body wasn’t going to wait for his brain to take charge. The wind whipping at his hair from his open window brought him the low growl of the Impala as it gained ground.

It brought something else, too. The thought of a faint, steady rock beat—a song trying hard to be familiar. Something with a lot of guitar, some screeching lyrics. A song that made him want to bang his head, to dance and dance and dance…. A song that made him want to bust into sweaty exhaustion. Not the song he’d thought he was looking for, yet his fingers scrolled right to it without much effort. It was perfect.

The Impala, windows open, pulled up alongside him. The man inside turned his head to stare at Jared through dark sunglasses. His grin shot liquid heat straight to his gut, where it quickly trickled lower down.

The song Highway To Hell by AC/DC pounded out from his speakers, and Jared couldn’t stop himself from beating out the rhythm on his steering wheel. He shifted in his seat, knowing he ought to look straight ahead, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking over.

This time, he was the one who waved.



TBC.....



 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "Courting Confessions" Part 20/20
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: R

Summary:
Jensen isn't the marrying kind of guy, but then he goes and falls for Jared who is.  XD
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
A/N:  Well here it is, the final chapter, I hope you enjoyed the ride. Thanks for reading and for all your comments!!

Will Jensen take the chance?? XP


Chapter 20


Jeff Morgan nodded across the locker room at Jen. "Guy trouble again. Talk to him, Fredric."

"What do I know about men?

"True. I mean what do you know about women?"

"I know a damn lot Morgan!"

"Yeah, then why can't you tell you're wife you're secretly eating donuts?

Jen listened half-heartedly to his co-workers' bantering. In his opinion, the truth didn't always make things better. He'd told Jared the truth—that marriage wasn't in his plans and look what that got him—lonely and missing him like hell.

Right then the locker-room door opened and in walked Father Beaver. "Father? What are you doing here?" Jen stood.

Jeff and Fredric gathered their belongings, nodded to the priest , then practically ran from the room.

"We need to talk, Jensen."

"I've kept my word and stayed away from Jared."

"I know." The priest motioned to the couch along the wall. "Mind if I sit down?

"Sure." Jen returned to the bench in front of his locker.

"I came to apologize." Father Beaver frowned. "Don't look so surprised. Priests are human, too." He clasped his hands between his legs. "Jared's mother, Margaret, is my sister. She got pregnant at sixteen and I blamed myself. Our parents worked two jobs and I had been given the responsibility of looking after my siblings. I never kept track of Margaret's whereabouts and one day she came to me in tears and said she was pregnant. After Jared's father passed away, I vowed that I would watch over my nieces and nephews and make sure what happened to Margaret never happened to them."

"But Jared's not a teenager. He's twenty-two," Jen pointed out.

"That's why I came today. I'm in the dog house with my family and parishioners. Jared cries to his mother every day because he misses you."

Jared cries over him?

"My sister refuses to speak to me. And Mrs. Cassidy misses your voice in the choir."

Jen's chest swelled with hope.

"Make things right between you and Jared. And whatever right is for the two of you, well, you have my blessing."

As soon as Father Beaver left, Jen headed for his truck.

* * *

"Hold on to your britches!" Jared called. Someone— most likely the UPS man-- had gotten their finger stuck in her doorbell. He flung open the door and gasped. Jensen stood on his front porch with a huge box of candy.

Jensen peeked around the edge and his eyes widened. Jared smiled and his face cracked, reminding him of the clay mask drying on it. He hadn't seen Jensen in weeks and now he shows up and he looks like the little green man from Mars. "Don't go away." He ran upstairs, rinsed his face and returned in less than two minutes.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Oh, sure."

As soon as she shut the door, he handed over the Candy. "This is for you."

"What for?" he asked, then amended, "I mean thank you they are my favorite." Jared accepted the candy and lifted the lid.

"I was wondering if you'd go out with me this Friday night."

"But I thought you broke up with me?"

Jen cupped his face in his hands. "I'm miserable without you, Jared. I hate waking in the morning, knowing I'm not going to see your smile or hear your voice. I hate going to bed at night, knowing that I didn’t get to kiss you or hold you close during the day."

"Me, too." Jared sighed.

"I don't know where our relationship is headed, but I do know I want to be with you for however long you'll keep me."

"What if I want to keep you forever?" Jared's heart stopped beating as he waited for his answer.

"Forevers a long time."

"I know," he concurred.

His mouth inched closer. "Then I'm yours forever." His kiss was the stuff made of dreams. He'd give Jensen all the time he needed to come to terms with the fact that they were meant to be together.

"What changed your mind about us?" he asked when he ended the kiss.

"Father Beaver." He grinned. "He convinced me it would be a mortal sin to let someone like you get away."



The End.



 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "Courting Confessions" Part 19/20?
Authors:
psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: R

Summary:
Jensen isn't the marrying kind of guy, but then he goes and falls for Jared who is.  XD
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.


Chapter 19


"Jensen!" Jared exclaimed when he walked into the waiting area of the animal shelter in downtown Queens. "What are you doing here?" Even though Jensen's smile was reserved, Jared's heart sped up. He hadn't seen nor heard from him since their movie date two weeks ago. His showing up at the shelter gave him hope that he wasn't ready to call it quits yet.

"Do you have a minute to talk outside?" He held open the door for him.

"Sure." When he slipped past him, he caught the hint of cologne and male sweat. He suspected he'd spent the day tearing down walls someplace in town. Jared smiled, his gaze making contact with Jensen's and Jared's breath caught at the heat in his eyes. No matter what happened between them, knowing that he was attracted to him soothed his battered ego.

Jared sat on the small stone bench to the side of the door. Jen joined him, Jen's thigh bumping his. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"I wanted to apologize for the way I handled everything that night at the movie."

"You don’t have to."

His hand touched Jared's leg, which was more effective in shutting him up than words. "First, I want you to know that what I feel for you is more than like, more than lust and scares the hell out of me."

Jared's nerves jumped all over the place and his heart raced.

"Marriage has never been in the plan for me, Jared. My mom had several marriages, all ending in divorce and that's not what I want."

"But I've never brought up marriage," he protested.

"You didn’t have to. It's written all over your face." He caressed his cheek.

"That doesn’t sound very complimentary."

"Believe me, it is. From the moment I saw you I knew you were special. And I could hear how important your family was to you when you spoke about them. I can't give you that, Jared and I don’t want to hurt you."

"Is that why you began going to confession?"

"Yeah, I guess I wanted someone to tell me to stay away from you because I sure in hell couldn't make myself. Your uncle insisted that I should prove to myself that I could be around you without wanting to have sex with you."

"That's what the broken gate and the clean driveway were all about?" Jared smiled.

"The whole time I was spraying off the driveway I was entertaining x-rated thoughts about you."

They laughed together, then Jared asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"I don’t know. I want to be with you. I care a lot about you. But I don’t know that I'll ever be ready for marriage."

"What if we keep dating and just see what happens? If down the road one of us gets antsy and wants to move on for whatever reason, we call it quits." In Jared's mind it would never be that easy.

Jen left the bench and paced along the sidewalk. "It won't work, Jared. You see once I have you, I don’t know that I could ever let you go."

Jared glanced at his watch and stood. "Then I guess you have a decision to make. Walk away or stay." He stopped at the door to the shelter. "And just for the record, I'm worth taking a chance on."



To Be Concluded........




 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 1/20?
Authors:
Psychokittyuk
Fandoms:
J2 RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: NC-17

Summary:
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
Disclaimer:
None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
A/N: 
I wanted to see what you thought of my new story, before I finished "Courting Confessions" Let me know if you like it and want more of this.


Chapter 1

A black Impala had parked in the spot next to his practical, beige, four-door sedan. Jared's car was old, but this car was vintage. Big. Long, sleek lines begged his hand to run along them. It had a trunk big enough to hide a bunch of horny teenagers sneaking into the drive-in and a hood that went on for miles. Without popping the hood he couldn’t tell what sort of engine it had, but he bet it was at least a three-fifty—big enough to set that baby running at top speed before his dinky little putt-putt of a car could get into second gear. As he got closer, he noticed a few spots of rust speckled the bumper and a glance inside revealed the interior wasn’t pristine, either. Still, that car was a diamond that made his look like a hunk of glass.

Jared consoled himself with thinking about how much gas a car like that used, of how it probably lacked the modern conveniences of power windows and a good stereo. Little comfort when he knew it would start with the roar of a lion—his was more like a playing card stuck in the spokes of a bicycle wheel.

Ah, well. His car, if not pretty, was paid off, and it would get him where he needed to go. That was all that mattered.

Still admiring the Impala, he got into his car and slid his keys into the ignition.

He told himself it was only imagination that they felt lighter in his hand. Laden with a rabbit’s foot, a mini-flashlight and a slew of novelty key-rings he’d picked up over the years, there was no way the loss of one single key could have made any difference.

But it did.

His car started right away, if not remarkably, and he tried not to feel its inadequacy next to the Impala. But just then his gaze was torn from the Impala by something just as impressive straight in front of him.

“Well, hello,” he murmured involuntarily.

The man crossing the parking lot toward him walked like he owned the earth beneath his battered brown boots. Long legs cased in faded jeans strode without hesitation towards her. His jacket matched his boots: worn and creased and beaten and sexy as all hell. The rest of him wasn’t bad either, he thought, watching him toss a handful of trash into the can with one hand as he brought a cup of coffee to his mouth with the other. He had lean, clean features, each line of nose and cheek and jaw fitting together as perfectly as a puzzle. The faint hint of stubble on his chin was slightly darker than the sandy hair he wore, cropped short and spiked a little in the front.

Stubble scratches, he thought with a shiver that had nothing to do with the early fall chill.

In profile, his mouth, pursed to sip from the cup, looked taut, even a little unyielding, but as he crossed in front of Jared's car and turned slightly to face Jared, he saw his lips were anything but firm. He had a mouth made to kiss for hours—if a man could hold off that long before he demanded he use it in other places.

And green eyes, he realized as the guy stared straight through Jared's windshield, his head turning to keep Jared in his gaze as he stopped.

Jared swallowed hard, caught. Heat flamed into his face, though it wasn’t quite embarrassment. The guy smiled, eyes flashing—and he resumed his swagger past Jared's car, his hand reaching into the pocket of his jacket for his keys.

He unlocked the Impala and slid behind the wheel. He closed the door with a creak and a squeak that Jared could hear even through his glass and metal cocoon.

He had been right—he started the car and the Impala did rumble and roar and growl.

Jared watched him twist, one arm on the back of his seat, to look out his rear window as he backed out of the spot.

Jared should have missed the look he gave him just before he pulled away. He shouldn’t have been looking in his rear view mirror, hoping for one more glance at him. He should have completely missed the smile he shot his way. And the little wave.

But he didn’t.



TBC......