Title: "The Unexpected Texan" Part 5/?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
.Will the open road—and the man behind the wheel of an Impala—give Jared the freedom he needs?
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.......