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candygrammePart 1 of 'Rock Me Like a Hurricane'
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spoonlessone
Word Count 2,060
Rated: Slash. Whole series NC-17. This part Adult
Players: Jared/Jensen, Steve Carlson, Jason Manns, Riley Smith, Misha Collins, Christian Kane, Danneel Harris
Author's notes: Today, Jared and Jensen are estranged. The story unfolds in both the past and the present to show what happens. This story was incomplete in its own community, and the community was recently deleted. I am re-working it and intend to complete it. I'll be reposting what was originally up on the community in the next few days. Meanwhile, here is the first part.
Beyonce slid the envelope that contained the winner of 'best album of the year' open, and the crowd held its breath as she paused theatrically.
"Jared Padalecki," smirked Adam Lambert, reading over her shoulder, and the two superstars applauded as Jared, for once wearing a suit, rose to his feet to make for the podium. Accepting his statuette, he stooped towards the microphone and bent to adjust it, chuckling as he straightened up again with it at the correct height.
"Oh, wow, what can I say?" His trademark beaming smile seemed to almost split his face in half, and there was riotous applause as he raised his trophy high and let out a whoop. "Y'all are responsible for me being here tonight. If you hadn't bought my record, I'd still be in San Antonio, washing dishes and emptying ashtrays." He looked around himself, a softer smile on his face. "So many of the guys I love are here tonight, and I owe my success to them too."
His gaze traveled over the audience, picking out famous faces as he clutched his statuette. "I want to thank my manager, Misha, and my sister, Megan, for giving me the strength and courage to..."
He broke off for a moment. One face loomed at him, standing out from amid the crowd of applauding celebrities. One man, who'd gone from colleague, lover and best friend to bitter rival was staring at him impassively as if daring him to claim any of the credit for his rise to fame. He felt a tingle travel the length of his spine and suddenly his achievement tasted of ashes.
"...to pick myself up and put my words and music out there. Thank you everyone."
Bowing to the audience, he turned and walked off the stage, thoroughly discomfited.
The awards ceremony continued, building towards the final accolade, that of Artist of the Year, and as that moment drew closer, Jared couldn't stop himself from looking over at the table where Jensen Ackles and his entourage were sitting.
Jensen, still boyish looking with his bangs hanging over his forehead and kohl rimmed eyes was apparently doing his best to ignore Jared's presence, leaning over to murmur something to Steve, his lead guitarist and then collapsing against him in fits of laughter. It was evident that he was enjoying the night.
As always these days, Jared turned away offers of alcohol, choosing instead to drink mocktails, starting with virgin coladas and then switching to kiwi sparklers after the waiter had murmured the ingredients. Misha was on form, and it was evident that he'd smoked up before the ceremony, because he was apparently starving now. He'd eaten everything put in front of him and most of Megan's too.
"You're a shoe-in for best artist," he said now, reaching over to filch a lump of sugar from the bowl that had been distributed along with the coffee. "Trust me, nobody else stands a chance."
Jared was about to respond, when Taylor Swift, the previous year's winner mounted the stage alongside Justin Timberlake, and the audience fell quiet, a thrum of anticipation in the air, so palpable that one could feel it through the soles of one's feet.
There was a moment or two of banter between the two artists that was so obviously scripted that it fell flat, and then Justin produced the envelope containing the information everyone was waiting to hear. "The nominees for best rock vocals are as follows," he called. "Adam Lambert, Lady Gaga, Jared Padalecki, Rihanna and Jensen Ackles." He turned as Taylor introduced the montage of the nominees' musical efforts.
"What?" Megan turned to Misha. "You didn't tell me he was a nominee too."
"Why? Are you worried?" Misha shrugged and turned back to the stage. "It's in the bag. Ready to go get your award, Jay?"
"Shut up! Adam'll take it for sure. He's amazing." Jared was watching the screen, which was currently showing a clip of Jensen, pouring his heart out singing, 'Blaze'," and the applause that followed the short snippet sent that cold feeling down through his gut again.
"And the winner is..." The room held its collective breath. "Jensen Ackles."
There were gasps as Jensen rose to go and accept his award, limping, depending on the stick in his hand as he climbed the stairs to the stage.
Jensen, black hair streaked with silver, wore black leather with silver buckles, studs and chains. The stick he carried was ebony with silver handle and tip, and there was a silver snake coiled around his left arm from shoulder to wrist. He was smiling, and as he accepted the award, the applause was deafening.
To Jared, it felt like a knife turning in his gut as he saw his past and all his lost dreams for the future standing up there on the stage waiting for the cheers to die down.
"I'd like to thank Steve, Danny, Jonah and David, Jason, and Riley, and all the guys in the back room - Darren and Cris and the rest who helped me get back up when I thought that was it." Jensen's voice was deep, and his face seemed to glow, lambent green eyes shining out from the dark make-up, and full lips quirked in a lop-sided smile. "But really, this award belongs to the one who should've been here to receive it. Christian, I know that you're up there, watching us right now. Put down that bottle of Jack and get with the program. This one's for you."
There was a gentle chuckle from the audience, followed by a storm of applause. One by one, the watching celebrities rose to their feet as the whole auditorium paid homage to Christian Kane, who wasn't there, and who never would be again.
~~~
The awards dinner concluded soon after that, and Misha dragged Jared, still feeling numb and unsettled, over to the after party where there were lines of reporters clamoring for their five minutes with the winners. Jared was soon surrounded by people who wanted copy for their publication, and Misha was busy discussing fees with Rolling Stone, who wanted to do an article about Jared's rise to fame. It was quite some time before he managed to escape and head for the quiet of the men's room to wash his face and try to compose himself.
He was partway through emptying his bladder, when he heard the door behind him open, and the halting steps of someone else approaching the urinals. A glance to his side revealed that his worst fears were confirmed. Jensen had taken his place at the stall next to his amidst the creak of leather, and the purr of his descending zipper heralded his intention to take a leak. There seemed no escape, unless he was prepared to risk peeing down his own leg by cutting off the stream prematurely.
Eyes fixed firmly to the front in the time honored way of all men in public urinals, trying to hurry so that he could make good his escape. It was not to be.
"Good album." Jensen's voice was deep and harsh, and it was obvious that he was spoiling for a fight.
"Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you." He gave Jensen a fleeting, somewhat sickly smile. "How've you been."
"You care?" Jensen laughed without any humor in the sound. "Thought you were all about hittin' an' runnin' away."
"Excuse me? I wasn't the one that ran. You checked yourself out of the hospital and never told me where you'd gone. I looked for you for weeks. You never even let me know about Chris's funeral." Jared had forgotten about taking off even though he'd finished with the urinal. He adjusted his clothing and wheeled to face Jensen. "You left me flat."
"You're kidding me." Jensen's eyes sparked green fire as his voice rose. "You're the one that walked away. Danni told me..." He'd balled his fists, and now, as Jared leant towards him, he struck, the blow to Jared's shoulder. "Just get out of my way, why don't you?"
Jared's face paled as he stumbled backwards to lean against the porcelain, and he looked away, discomfited.
Jared was livid now, and his hands shot out to grip Jensen's shoulders and shake him until he could hear his teeth rattling. "And just what did Danneel say?" he growled. "Whatever it was, she must have read my mind, considering I never said a word to the bitch except for asking her to get out and let me sit with you without her constant bitching."
"Say what you like about Danni." Jensen's voice was low, but the anger vibrated through it. "She's got more loyalty in her little finger than you have in your entire fucking..."
"Enough!" Jared's fingers bit into Jensen's shoulders. "You picked her over me, but she's a lying snake, and someday you'll regret it." He shoved Jensen back, hard, and Jensen, trying to save himself, pinwheeled his arms, put out his injured leg, and when, inevitably, it folded under him, he toppled, landing on the smooth, hard tile with a distressed sound. Jared stood there for a moment, horrified at his own actions. It took him a minute to process what he'd done, but then he dropped to his knees to help. "Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry."
He bent to reach out a hand to help Jensen up, and instead found himself hitting the tile in his turn as Jensen kicked out at him and shoved him off balance. Scrambling round, he raised his fist, would have struck Jensen, but he paused, heart pounding with the adrenaline that demanded fight or flight... or fuck, because this was Jensen, with his lop sided smile, his expressive eyes and his sultry mouth. He reached instead, grabbing Jensen's face and bending to bite at his mouth, less a caress and more a claim.
He'd forgotten how soft those lips were; he'd forgotten the taste of Jensen. The air flew from his lungs as he looked down at Jensen. Anger colored his cheeks, and his eyes were snapping with fury. "Jesus," he growled again, and pulled Jensen to him, claiming that sensual mouth and delving into it with his tongue. "Never wanted to let you go. Never would."
"Danneel said..." Jensen's voice was thready, and he was struggling against Jared, fists smacking and pounding on Jared's back as he tried to get him off. "Danneel told me what you said about being tied to a cripple. How could I even be with you after that? I can't even stand to see you."
"Fuck Danneel. She's a lying bitch and always was!" Jared moaned softly as he kissed and nipped his way over the lush mouth and down over Jensen's neck. "Never said anything about you to her."
He didn't know whether Jensen had believed him or not, but when Jensen finally relaxed against him, Jared let out a sigh and pulled him closer, not caring, bodies grinding together there on the floor of the bathroom. Hiss hand crept down to cup Jensen's leather encased groin, and he gave a breathless chuckle. "You look fucking hot, but dude, you're wrapped up like a goddamned sausage."
"Never did have any patience, did you?" Jensen was bucking up into his touch as he spoke. What Jared might have answered was never heard, because Steve came into the bathroom at that moment.
"Jen, you're needed for a photo op," he announced, looking anywhere except where the two of them were sprawled on the floor. "Danni's got the guy from Rolling Stone all lined up, but you have to come now, or you'll lose it."
Sitting up straight, Jensen shook himself, suddenly as remote as if they'd never been rolling around on the floor in the throes of passion, and Jared rolled clumsily away, winding up on his knees, thankful that the dark silk of his suit wouldn't show the stresses he'd put it through.
Jensen looked incredible, kiss-plumped lips curved in an expression that might have been regret. "Okay, man, I'm there. Gimme a hand up."
As Jared crouched, seemingly forgotten, Jensen was helped up, and away, and was gone, leaving him to wonder just what Danneel had said, and whether he would ever be able to claim back what had been his.
On to Part 2
Part 2: "Wasted Jensen" coming soon
Beta:
spoonlessoneWord Count 2,060
Rated: Slash. Whole series NC-17. This part Adult
Players: Jared/Jensen, Steve Carlson, Jason Manns, Riley Smith, Misha Collins, Christian Kane, Danneel Harris
Author's notes: Today, Jared and Jensen are estranged. The story unfolds in both the past and the present to show what happens. This story was incomplete in its own community, and the community was recently deleted. I am re-working it and intend to complete it. I'll be reposting what was originally up on the community in the next few days. Meanwhile, here is the first part.
Beyonce slid the envelope that contained the winner of 'best album of the year' open, and the crowd held its breath as she paused theatrically.
"Jared Padalecki," smirked Adam Lambert, reading over her shoulder, and the two superstars applauded as Jared, for once wearing a suit, rose to his feet to make for the podium. Accepting his statuette, he stooped towards the microphone and bent to adjust it, chuckling as he straightened up again with it at the correct height.
"Oh, wow, what can I say?" His trademark beaming smile seemed to almost split his face in half, and there was riotous applause as he raised his trophy high and let out a whoop. "Y'all are responsible for me being here tonight. If you hadn't bought my record, I'd still be in San Antonio, washing dishes and emptying ashtrays." He looked around himself, a softer smile on his face. "So many of the guys I love are here tonight, and I owe my success to them too."
His gaze traveled over the audience, picking out famous faces as he clutched his statuette. "I want to thank my manager, Misha, and my sister, Megan, for giving me the strength and courage to..."
He broke off for a moment. One face loomed at him, standing out from amid the crowd of applauding celebrities. One man, who'd gone from colleague, lover and best friend to bitter rival was staring at him impassively as if daring him to claim any of the credit for his rise to fame. He felt a tingle travel the length of his spine and suddenly his achievement tasted of ashes.
"...to pick myself up and put my words and music out there. Thank you everyone."
Bowing to the audience, he turned and walked off the stage, thoroughly discomfited.
The awards ceremony continued, building towards the final accolade, that of Artist of the Year, and as that moment drew closer, Jared couldn't stop himself from looking over at the table where Jensen Ackles and his entourage were sitting.
Jensen, still boyish looking with his bangs hanging over his forehead and kohl rimmed eyes was apparently doing his best to ignore Jared's presence, leaning over to murmur something to Steve, his lead guitarist and then collapsing against him in fits of laughter. It was evident that he was enjoying the night.
As always these days, Jared turned away offers of alcohol, choosing instead to drink mocktails, starting with virgin coladas and then switching to kiwi sparklers after the waiter had murmured the ingredients. Misha was on form, and it was evident that he'd smoked up before the ceremony, because he was apparently starving now. He'd eaten everything put in front of him and most of Megan's too.
"You're a shoe-in for best artist," he said now, reaching over to filch a lump of sugar from the bowl that had been distributed along with the coffee. "Trust me, nobody else stands a chance."
Jared was about to respond, when Taylor Swift, the previous year's winner mounted the stage alongside Justin Timberlake, and the audience fell quiet, a thrum of anticipation in the air, so palpable that one could feel it through the soles of one's feet.
There was a moment or two of banter between the two artists that was so obviously scripted that it fell flat, and then Justin produced the envelope containing the information everyone was waiting to hear. "The nominees for best rock vocals are as follows," he called. "Adam Lambert, Lady Gaga, Jared Padalecki, Rihanna and Jensen Ackles." He turned as Taylor introduced the montage of the nominees' musical efforts.
"What?" Megan turned to Misha. "You didn't tell me he was a nominee too."
"Why? Are you worried?" Misha shrugged and turned back to the stage. "It's in the bag. Ready to go get your award, Jay?"
"Shut up! Adam'll take it for sure. He's amazing." Jared was watching the screen, which was currently showing a clip of Jensen, pouring his heart out singing, 'Blaze'," and the applause that followed the short snippet sent that cold feeling down through his gut again.
"And the winner is..." The room held its collective breath. "Jensen Ackles."
There were gasps as Jensen rose to go and accept his award, limping, depending on the stick in his hand as he climbed the stairs to the stage.
Jensen, black hair streaked with silver, wore black leather with silver buckles, studs and chains. The stick he carried was ebony with silver handle and tip, and there was a silver snake coiled around his left arm from shoulder to wrist. He was smiling, and as he accepted the award, the applause was deafening.
To Jared, it felt like a knife turning in his gut as he saw his past and all his lost dreams for the future standing up there on the stage waiting for the cheers to die down.
"I'd like to thank Steve, Danny, Jonah and David, Jason, and Riley, and all the guys in the back room - Darren and Cris and the rest who helped me get back up when I thought that was it." Jensen's voice was deep, and his face seemed to glow, lambent green eyes shining out from the dark make-up, and full lips quirked in a lop-sided smile. "But really, this award belongs to the one who should've been here to receive it. Christian, I know that you're up there, watching us right now. Put down that bottle of Jack and get with the program. This one's for you."
There was a gentle chuckle from the audience, followed by a storm of applause. One by one, the watching celebrities rose to their feet as the whole auditorium paid homage to Christian Kane, who wasn't there, and who never would be again.
~~~
The awards dinner concluded soon after that, and Misha dragged Jared, still feeling numb and unsettled, over to the after party where there were lines of reporters clamoring for their five minutes with the winners. Jared was soon surrounded by people who wanted copy for their publication, and Misha was busy discussing fees with Rolling Stone, who wanted to do an article about Jared's rise to fame. It was quite some time before he managed to escape and head for the quiet of the men's room to wash his face and try to compose himself.
He was partway through emptying his bladder, when he heard the door behind him open, and the halting steps of someone else approaching the urinals. A glance to his side revealed that his worst fears were confirmed. Jensen had taken his place at the stall next to his amidst the creak of leather, and the purr of his descending zipper heralded his intention to take a leak. There seemed no escape, unless he was prepared to risk peeing down his own leg by cutting off the stream prematurely.
Eyes fixed firmly to the front in the time honored way of all men in public urinals, trying to hurry so that he could make good his escape. It was not to be.
"Good album." Jensen's voice was deep and harsh, and it was obvious that he was spoiling for a fight.
"Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you." He gave Jensen a fleeting, somewhat sickly smile. "How've you been."
"You care?" Jensen laughed without any humor in the sound. "Thought you were all about hittin' an' runnin' away."
"Excuse me? I wasn't the one that ran. You checked yourself out of the hospital and never told me where you'd gone. I looked for you for weeks. You never even let me know about Chris's funeral." Jared had forgotten about taking off even though he'd finished with the urinal. He adjusted his clothing and wheeled to face Jensen. "You left me flat."
"You're kidding me." Jensen's eyes sparked green fire as his voice rose. "You're the one that walked away. Danni told me..." He'd balled his fists, and now, as Jared leant towards him, he struck, the blow to Jared's shoulder. "Just get out of my way, why don't you?"
Jared's face paled as he stumbled backwards to lean against the porcelain, and he looked away, discomfited.
Jared was livid now, and his hands shot out to grip Jensen's shoulders and shake him until he could hear his teeth rattling. "And just what did Danneel say?" he growled. "Whatever it was, she must have read my mind, considering I never said a word to the bitch except for asking her to get out and let me sit with you without her constant bitching."
"Say what you like about Danni." Jensen's voice was low, but the anger vibrated through it. "She's got more loyalty in her little finger than you have in your entire fucking..."
"Enough!" Jared's fingers bit into Jensen's shoulders. "You picked her over me, but she's a lying snake, and someday you'll regret it." He shoved Jensen back, hard, and Jensen, trying to save himself, pinwheeled his arms, put out his injured leg, and when, inevitably, it folded under him, he toppled, landing on the smooth, hard tile with a distressed sound. Jared stood there for a moment, horrified at his own actions. It took him a minute to process what he'd done, but then he dropped to his knees to help. "Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry."
He bent to reach out a hand to help Jensen up, and instead found himself hitting the tile in his turn as Jensen kicked out at him and shoved him off balance. Scrambling round, he raised his fist, would have struck Jensen, but he paused, heart pounding with the adrenaline that demanded fight or flight... or fuck, because this was Jensen, with his lop sided smile, his expressive eyes and his sultry mouth. He reached instead, grabbing Jensen's face and bending to bite at his mouth, less a caress and more a claim.
He'd forgotten how soft those lips were; he'd forgotten the taste of Jensen. The air flew from his lungs as he looked down at Jensen. Anger colored his cheeks, and his eyes were snapping with fury. "Jesus," he growled again, and pulled Jensen to him, claiming that sensual mouth and delving into it with his tongue. "Never wanted to let you go. Never would."
"Danneel said..." Jensen's voice was thready, and he was struggling against Jared, fists smacking and pounding on Jared's back as he tried to get him off. "Danneel told me what you said about being tied to a cripple. How could I even be with you after that? I can't even stand to see you."
"Fuck Danneel. She's a lying bitch and always was!" Jared moaned softly as he kissed and nipped his way over the lush mouth and down over Jensen's neck. "Never said anything about you to her."
He didn't know whether Jensen had believed him or not, but when Jensen finally relaxed against him, Jared let out a sigh and pulled him closer, not caring, bodies grinding together there on the floor of the bathroom. Hiss hand crept down to cup Jensen's leather encased groin, and he gave a breathless chuckle. "You look fucking hot, but dude, you're wrapped up like a goddamned sausage."
"Never did have any patience, did you?" Jensen was bucking up into his touch as he spoke. What Jared might have answered was never heard, because Steve came into the bathroom at that moment.
"Jen, you're needed for a photo op," he announced, looking anywhere except where the two of them were sprawled on the floor. "Danni's got the guy from Rolling Stone all lined up, but you have to come now, or you'll lose it."
Sitting up straight, Jensen shook himself, suddenly as remote as if they'd never been rolling around on the floor in the throes of passion, and Jared rolled clumsily away, winding up on his knees, thankful that the dark silk of his suit wouldn't show the stresses he'd put it through.
Jensen looked incredible, kiss-plumped lips curved in an expression that might have been regret. "Okay, man, I'm there. Gimme a hand up."
As Jared crouched, seemingly forgotten, Jensen was helped up, and away, and was gone, leaving him to wonder just what Danneel had said, and whether he would ever be able to claim back what had been his.
On to Part 2
Part 2: "Wasted Jensen" coming soon
