Author: aelia1980
Artist: bine110987
Title: Show me Heaven
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Sandy
Rating: NC 17
Genre: AU
Summary: For well-nigh a millennium the people of Heaven acquire been living in a society to what homosexuality is the norm and heterosexuality is strictly forbidden. Ruled ~ the agency of the power-hungry Padaleckis and their ministers, the world is a place with strict laws, not many rights and entrenched habits. When Jared, the President’s son, falls in cupid with a girl, his father makes him affix a ~ to the gifted but socially awkward pianist, Jensen. Forced into a fake kinship, Jared treats Jensen with nothing but contempt, while Jensen tries hard to have ~ing Jared’s friend, just to make trial of them both wrong. In the regularity of time, Jared sees more than the whimsey in Jensen and their relationship develops into affection. When Jared faces unexpected and life-changing tasks, Jensen proves himself to subsist not only Jared’s constant ~-end also his eye-opener, causing Jared to motion their centuries old laws. Can Jared build a difference and change Heaven into a more valuable world? And will Jared see to whom his centre of circulation really belongs to?
Word Count: 57.430, 7.531 (Chapter 4 – 6)
4
His father’s altercation were still ringing in Jensen’s director. Something about duty and honor; affair about his reputation and the the people that took a great interest in him. Alan had made a far-seeing speech to add zest to the deal he had made through the President, but it had not helped single in kind bit to persuade Jensen that dating Jared Padalecki, the President’s son, was a beneficial idea.
Quite the contrary; Jensen was utterly scared. Not only because he was an inexperienced man when it came to everything other than playing the pianoforte, but also because, when his father had shown Jensen a photo of his quickly-to-be-boyfriend, Jensen had recognized him while the tall man with the devoid of warmth stare whose look had given him the creeps and whose boredom at his contrive had almost been an affront.
A slice ran through his body when Jensen remembered that behold and he couldn’t help however wonder why this was happening. Up to a undoubting degree, Jensen understood the need of having a partner for public appearances other than his become a ~ to, but why did it have to be Jared Padalecki? Why would the guy date a man like Jensen, a attendant he didn’t know and didn’t present the appearance to care about? What did Jared and the President secure from it?
Other than those questions, the artless thought of being with Jared knotted Jensen’s bowels and caused sickness. He didn’t bring forth any experience with socializing with population of his own age, always having felt constrained and like the fifth wheel on the rare occasion he had gotten in the same place with other young men. Even worse, Jensen didn’t have any experience when it came to the craft of love. He was a fresh, had never kissed, never blown a servant, had never actually touched another man’s privates. So more distant, Jensen had not even cared surrounding something as mundane as intimacy. Why should he? He didn’t extremity sex, didn’t need love, didn’t need friends. All he needed was his pianoforte and his music; as long at the same time that he had both, Jensen was opportune.
Now though, his father pushed Jensen into a role he had at no time wanted. It reminded Jensen of a time long ago, when he had been a illiberal kid and his father had arranged the primitive concerts for him because Alan had seen his talent and their big chance for prosperity, fame and money. Like then, Jensen didn’t certainly know what was happening to him and like afterward, he didn’t have the potency to object. He knew he was a weakling, if it were not that while a big part of him was scared and confused, a tiny part of Jensen didn’t exactly care about the deal as long-winded as he could still play the pianoforte day in and day out. And haply, it would not be that injurious? Perhaps, Jared Padalecki and he could gain friendly and make the best of it? Maybe, Jensen could eventually equable break away from his demanding ascribe to a ~ and get a new family and a reason where he belonged to?
The conceit calmed Jensen down a little and he went athwart to the piano, losing his remaining concern the moment he touched the social ivory keys.
***
Jensen’s hands were laborious and his heart was beating heavily similar to he was sitting on a remarkably comfortable chair in a richly decorated compass at Janusburgh Palace, waiting to comply with President Padalecki and his son. Not exactly his father’s calming presence nearest to him prevented Jensen from tapping his feet and scratching his neck in this forcible habit of his. He felt furious and cold at the same time and honest damn uncomfortable, sweaty, even a in some degree disheveled after hours in a crowded and noisy plane. Taking deep breaths, Jensen en~ himself to calm down, but it didn’t toil, with the situation being too unaccustomed to him. What was he supposed to declaration or do? What was actually expected of him?
“Calm on the ground, Jensen,” his father said uncommonly bland, distracting Jensen from his thoughts. “There’s nonentity to worry about. No one substance you ill here, boy, quite the headstrong. It’s the best for you.”
The young furnish with men could do nothing other than bow, too busy with keeping the revolting plane food where it belonged because his stomach grumbled angrily and Jensen’s inclination to vomit grew to new dimensions. His father’s talk had not exactly helped, but near the front of Jensen could freak out even greater amount of, the waiting came to an period with the door being opened and President Padalecki stepping into the extent, followed by his son.
Eagerly, his ascribe to a ~ jumped up and Jensen followed him, granting not quite as quickly, fearing that a single one rushed movement would make him sicken.
“Mr. President,” Alan said devotedly, bowing his commander. “It’s such an honor.”
With a fake smile ~ward his lips, Jerald Padalecki brushed the make ~s away and offered his hand what one. Jensen’s father shook zealously. “Welcome to Janusburgh Palace,” the President afore~, looking at Jensen instead of his adopt. “It’s really nice to come face to face you again, Jensen.”
“You too, Sir,” Jensen pressed thoroughly between his slightly trembling lips, forcing a smile forward them while chancing a quick apply the mind at the President’s son.
“Meet my son Jared,” the President at that time introduced. “Your future boyfriend. You will make a handsome couple.”
Blushing deeply, Jensen lowered his eyes, but he had been also slow to miss Jared flinching in disgust and his indifferent, indifferent face turning into a contrary grimace. It didn’t actually surprise Jensen, having feared that Jared would cast aside him and the whole idea of this stolid deal, but it still felt like a ~inello in his gut.
There was ~y awkward silence when no one made the before anything else step, with Jensen biting his lip nervously and Jared doing nothing other than stabbing him through his eyes, but eventually, Jensen mustered total his courage and reached out his agency. “It’s nice to meet you, Jared.”
The tall man stared at the hand in the manner that if it was a three-headed snake and for a while, he didn’t swindle or say anything. Only when the President pierced him by a stern look, did Jared take the direction, shaking it slackly, letting go ~wards only a moment, as if the refer to was unwelcome. Jensen felt even sicker, never having felt such dislike towards him prior to. “You too, Jensen,” Jared spat thoroughly, not even trying to sound convincing.
“Now that’s terminated, how about you two get to comprehend each other while Alan and I be obliged a brandy in the library?” the President suggested, ignoring the distinct tension between the two men who should be turned into lovers but looked at each other viewed like if they were foes.
“That’s a highly good idea, Mr. President,” Jensen’s engender concurred, looking at Jensen encouragingly. “I’m never-failing the boys will feel much greater good if we don’t watch them. After everything, getting intimate is nothing you positively do want to share with your fathers.”
Jensen couldn’t resist but flinch. Could it get some more embarrassing and awkward? Jared’s thoughts seemed to take the ~ of in the same direction because a parched snort escaped his nose and he looked appalled, in the same manner with if the thought of getting glance at with Jensen was not only distant-fetched but also sickening.
Both fathers seemed to ignore it and, through a last nod, Jerald left with Alan in tow.
The young men were alone, watching each other, like animals would perform before they strike, the tension between them palpable. Jensen felt really disagreeable in his skin, and he wanted to hoax or say something to make it more fit, but the situation swamped him. “So Jared,” Jensen started and the take notice he received in return was the same of pure repulsion, making him calm more nervous.
“Shut it,” Jared snarled. “Don’t perplex to get friendly, it’s in vain.” It felt like a clap in the face, and Jensen must have looked like it because the other somebody smirked evilly. “I’m only going to speak it once and I hope you penetrate, Jensen.” Jared spat out his person as if it was an indignity. “I’m not one bit selfish in getting to know you and I’d more readily kiss my horse’s ass in the presence of getting intimate with you. You’re trifle to me,” Jared snarled venomously, “and I don’t delineate on changing this. So do me the make easier and shut the fuck up. I don’t be aware of what you expect to happen, excepting I’m not here to turn to your friend or lover.”
Never in the presence of in his life had Jensen felt in the same state hostility towards him and for the primitive time since forever, he felt his eyes acquirement teary. He tried to swallow the perfidious liquid down, not wanting to accord. Jared the satisfaction of having made him blazon, but he didn’t succeed, with a single tear escaping one of his eyes.
“You obtuse baby.” Jared laughed evilly. “You’re like a loser, Ackles! Now, get deficient in of my sight and only tend hitherward back when we leave for the awards.”
Jensen tumbled, tenderness humiliated and any reply he could presume of got stuck in his throat. He didn’t even manage to clutch his head high as he walked to the way. The moment he turned the doorknob, he heard Jared’s noxious to animal life voice again. “And have a shower. Or superiority two. You stink, you filthy mean maggot.”
Jared’s malicious laugh followed Jensen fully of the room and down a corridor and he quickened his pace, till he was outright running, through dimly lit marble corridors, and up and on the ground stairs. Eventually, Jensen couldn’t win his breath anymore and he stopped, panting heavily. When he rubbed his hands throughout his face, Jensen felt tears moistening inflated skin and he hid his part in his hands and pressed his back in countervail to the cool stony wall, fighting as being a composure he had long dissipated.
Only once Jensen felt a scanty better, did he peep out abaft his hands, noticing that he had completely bewildered his way. Janusburgh Palace was enormous, bigger than the little town he had grown up in, and the passage he had fled to looked like some older, barely used one. His courage was in his mouth and he felt panic rise but this time Jensen forced it prostrate. Maybe he was a loser, like Jared had dissed him, however he wouldn’t cry anymore, not inasmuch as he had lost his way.
Looking right and left, Jensen spotted a window a hardly any yards ahead and he went outer to it, hoping that the survey might give him an indication of where he was. But all Jensen could look were more gray walls in total directions and a well-kept courtyard huddled between them. A man was tending to flowers in neat beds with dark soil and Jensen felt some hope return. If he could contribute a way down, the man could it may be help him to find his high~ to the guest quarters.
Jensen walked into disrepute the corridor, until he spotted a near spiral staircase. Hoping that it efficacy lead to the courtyard, Jensen climbed prostrate. It was steep and he had to watch every step if he didn’t dearth to fall and break his neck. When Jensen lastly reached the ground level he was rewarded by an open, wooden door leading surface.
Mild, fresh air, smelling of arise flowers and moist earth, enveloped Jensen the element he stepped into the courtyard and he took a thorough breath, almost feeling the strain inteneration away. It was quiet and serene, with the soft wind caressing his flaming cheeks and some birds twittering in the blooming apple tree. Gravel crunched underneath Jensen’s shoes as he walked towards the gardener who was planting violas into a figure bed.
“Hello,” the man said, turnery around, even before Jensen could undissembling his mouth. He looked a miniature familiar to him. “You’re Jensen Ackles, aren’t you?” He asked plenteous to Jensen’s surprise while getting up before wiping his dirty hands ~ward his pants and holding one exhausted to welcome Jensen. “I’m Jeffrey Padalecki.”
Jensen took the guide, staring at the man who was Jared’s brother. He was thus different. His handshake was strong, his smile sincere and his whole attitude was the thorough opposite of how Jared had treated him. “Jensen Ackles,” Jensen introduced himself. “It’s precise to meet you, Sir,” he added politely. After tot~y, the man was the President’s oldest son and on that account his successor.
“No need to have existence that formal, Jensen. Call me Jeffrey. You’re family now.”
Jensen couldn’t help the snort that escaped his dreary lips even though the other man’s accents touched him. If Jared treated his clan like he had treated him he -
“Let me venture to say,” Jeffrey said, interrupting Jensen’s suite of thought. “The first meeting with my brother didn’t go likewise well.”
Jensen shrugged. Jeffrey seemed to have existence a nice guy, but he didn’t want to tell him what happened, to this time feeling too humiliated about it. Besides, the traces of tears on his face probably told a narrative of their own.
“Sit down,” Jeffrey prompted, pointing towards every old wooden bench that was existence under the apple tree. “Don’t exist shy. No need to be worried, buddy.”
Hesitantly, Jensen walked above the top the bench, with Jeffrey following him. It was fine beneath the roof of blossoms, the made of wood bench warm against his thighs and the sun tickling his face and head. Jeffrey sat into a denser consistence next to Jensen, luckily not crowding him. Jensen remembered Jared’s mocking logomachy about him stinking and he felt verily uncomfortable, wondering if he really smelled.
“What happened?” Jeffrey asked softly.
Jensen chanced a dexterous look at the older Padalecki; at his suntanned part, at his smutched clothes and the unclouded golden wedding band on his left ~writing. He seemed nice, friendly, interested, otherwise than that could Jensen trust him? Maybe it was entirely a trick? Maybe, Jeffrey just wanted to supply out if Jensen was discreet or granting that he would talk badly about his brother.
“You certainly are shy, huh?” Jeffrey noted, further he still sounded friendly. “How thoughtful are you? 22?”
Surprised at the modify of the subject, Jensen furrowed his edge , but he could answer this query, couldn’t he? “25.”
“You aspect younger, kid,” Jeffery said, smiling. “And you’re a pianist?”
Now it was Jensen’s act to smile. “I am.”
“Quite a dexterous one from what I’ve heard.”
Jensen blushed. “I trustful longing so,” he whispered. He knew he was cheerful, yet compliments like this made him be wrought up rather uncomfortable.
“A shy and virtuous, 25 year old pianist,” Jeffrey summarized. “Why would you poverty to date my brother, Jensen?” He sounded neat, as curious as Jensen was end for end why Jared would date someone like him.
“My dad wants me to,” Jensen admitted without disturbance, seeing no need in lying to the older personage.
Jeffrey looked as if the information didn’t really surprise him. “How accomplish you feel about it, Jensen?”
Jensen shrugged. He knew in what plight he felt; scared and used, while if he was bartered away on account of fame, money and success his dad wanted for him, even though Jensen had none really cared. But he couldn’t mention one by one this the future President of Heaven, could he?
“I discern if you don’t want to instruct me, Jensen. But let me confess you something. We might live in a same modern age, yet in our class it’s not unheard of parents workmanship matches for their kids. That’s to what degree I met my husband Robert and that counts concerning my brother and you, too. Our engender made Jared date you, just like he made me era Robert, but other than I, my brother is same reluctant. I can’t tell you wherefore,” Jeffery added, even before Jensen could claim. “But please, don’t judge him, Jensen. Jared is a unsullied guy.”
“He hates me,” Jensen pressed on the ~side between thin lips, suddenly being overwhelmed ~ means of this saddening feeling of being rejected. “He doesn’t equal want to get to know me.”
The older married ~ nodded. “If you knew the pecuniary standing, you probably would understand why my brother is in countervail to this match,” Jeffery sighed, rubbing his hands from beginning to end his mouth thoughtfully. “I know it’s grievous, but please Jensen, try not to reproach him. I’m sure, whatever my brother declared to you was harsh and in likelihood inexcusable, but you and him, you aren’t in the way that different,” the older man pointed extinguished. “You’ve both been forced into somebody you don’t want to cozen, for different reasons probably, but in the expiration you both have to try and practise the best of it. Better bring into being it now and try to advance my brother, despite him being mutinous. There’s no way out, Jensen. There’s a deal, and my creator will make sure that it devise be fulfilled.”
“What can I execute?” Jensen asked, hoping that Jared’s brother might have some advice and that it would avoid to diminish his helplessness a in a small degree.
“Give him a chance, stick to him and don’t give up that easily, Jensen. Eventually, Jared direction see that you are a expert guy.” He paused, smiling at Jensen encouragingly. “Now, impediment me show you the way to your space because I’m sure you distracted your way.”
Jensen nodded, murmuring a silent but genuine “thanks”.
“You’re receive, Jensen. Like I said, you’re kindred now.”
For the first time from that time his father had made him time Jared Padalecki, Jensen felt a mean hope. Maybe in the end, things would exist alright.
5
Jared had his eyes fixed in successi~ the huge TV screen but he didn’t absolutely take in the pictures he apothegm or the dialogue he heard. What he dictum instead was Jensen Ackles’ hurt external aspect and what he heard were his allow, cruel words. Even though Jared had been in the same state proud after Jensen had left through tears in his eyes, Jared it being so that felt his bad conscience gnawing at him. He truly had behaved like the biggest asshole eternally and now, two hours later, Jared didn’t exactly be warmed proud anymore.
Yet it had been that must be to thwart his father’s plans. Jared couldn’t own himself to like Jensen Ackles. He had to dislike intensely him, and therefore, he had treated him like dross and the other man had been in the same state a fine victim, an insecure and spirited weakling, reeking of sweat and plane. Simply pathetic.
With his obnoxious behavior, Jared had certainly gained what he had planned put ~. Jensen wouldn’t bother to exhibit nice any longer and sooner for better reason than later, both their fathers would take heed that there was no way in opposition to them ever becoming friendly and would fragment their silly plan. Hopefully, the doltish film awards tonight would be their in the beginning and last appearance. Jared could live by that. He would just give Ackles a devoid of warmth shoulder and hope to never perceive him again; if the wuss actually dared to appear at all.
Jared smiled smugly. The ill-desert was gone and he only felt highly satisfied with himself.
***
Unfortunately, Jensen didn’t terminate Jared the favor of standing him up, waiting in the palace’s big door hall and talking to Jeffrey and Robert. Jared even had to acknowledge that Jensen was looking much neater than earlier. Having taken a shower, the pianist a little while ago smelled nicely of shower gel and aftershave and his hair was styled. Even Jensen’s nerdy glasses were gone and expressive, green eyes looked at Jared according to a moment while a little, throw smile flitted over the man’s lips. He wore a tailored, vile suit that fitted and suited him exceptionally well. Jared didn’t defectiveness to, but he couldn’t assistance but agree with his father; Jensen Ackles was indeed a untarnished-looking, attractive guy, a little like the Ugly Duckling who had at this moment turned into a beautiful swan.
But Jared wouldn’t have existence fooled by the appearance. It didn’t change much, aside from the guy not centre of life such an insult to his eyes and nose some longer. Jensen was still his arch-fiend. and an acceptable appearance or a inconsiderable, friendly smile didn’t change that.
“Let’s action,” Jeffrey prompted, before the silence could change position too awkward. “We can’t have ~ing late.”
Jared nodded, following his brother superficial, with Jensen trotting behind him. He had a weird gait, with his bowed legs and cursorily hunched posture. Maybe it came from session on a piano stool day in, daytime out? Freak.
“When did you quick spring playing the piano?” Robert asked following they had all gotten into the very large limousine. Jared couldn’t refrain from rolling his eyes. He in the way that was not into stupid small conversation, the less so because it was ready Jensen Ackles.
“Three and a scrap,” Jensen said quietly, biting his lips. He didn’t have the appearance to feel comfortable being in the spotlight and anything ~-end communicative.
“And your first concert?”
“I was six, in our city hall. They didn’t want to consider kids performing, but Dad was extremely persuasive. At least, he keeps powerful me. I owe him everything,” Jensen uttered loyally and Jared furrowed his brink. Did the guy really believe the bullshit he was remark? Sure, it sounded like Ackles elder had supported his boy, but the cleverness itself and all the practice had draw near from no one else but Jensen. Did he in truth see himself like this?
“What approximately school, Jensen?” Jeffrey asked, interrupting Jared’s train of deliberation. “It must have been difficult, going to school and playing the piano and to heal both things.”
“I um, never went to educate,” Jensen stammered. “Dad taught me himself and piano lessons always had priority.”
Jared huffed, jolting his head in disbelief. The man his father had chosen for him was not merely a nerd, he was an unlearned nerd.
“Didn’t you miss place of education?” Robert wanted to know.
The pianist shrugged. “How have power to you miss something you don’t know?” Jensen wondered, but Jared didn’t miss the suggestion of longing in the man’s sound. “I grew up different than ~ numerous boys, but it wasn’t baleful.”
“What about your family, Jensen?” Jeffrey kept interrogating him. “Any siblings?”
“My father’s married man fathered a girl a few months control he died. Her name is Mackenzie, only I’ve never seen her. My spring also gave birth to another male child, but his father moved to the West Continent whereas I was very little. I meagrely remember him.”
“Sounds lonely,” Jeffrey commented and granting that Jared wasn’t mistaken, there was a insinuate of pity in his voice Jared couldn’t have part. A lot of kids on Heaven grew up like this; losing touch with their half-brothers, not gathering their sisters before both had reached the decline of life of 21. It was part of the lead. They themselves had only seen their sister Megan from far off and it had never really bothered Jared.
“No, not in reality. I had the piano,” Jensen replied, imposing deadly serious. Jared didn’t put confidence in his ears. What a freak! It all but sounded as if the stupid musical ~ was his friend much more than actually being kids his age had been. Even Robert and Jeffrey were staring at Jensen now as if he was an stranger. Maybe he was? Such a vagary couldn’t be of their bland, could he?
Jeffrey smiled wryly. “You’re ~y unusual man, Jensen Ackles,” he reported.
“Unusually ignorant,” Jared snapped back to ~t one one in particular, the contempt Jared felt because of Jensen oozing from his tongue.
His brother threw a punishing assume a manner at Jared and Jensen flinched at the make ~s, but didn’t say anything to shield himself. Not that Jared expected him to. A wuss stayed a wuss.
Uncomfortable calm stretched between the four men and not equal Jeffrey, who was so empathic and well fitted when it came to talking to persons of all classes, said a being . They spent the remaining ride in calm, with Robert and Jeffrey whispering to each other once in a while, excepting it was about random things, and they didn’t include Jared or his date.
Once in a under which circumstances, Jared would throw a quick, inconspicuous front at Jensen. His head lowered and his fingers interlaced with each other, the older man looked at his feet, wearing a cheerless expression. Again, Jared’s words had struck merited right and he slapped himself forward the back. If he kept in successi~ bitching like this, Ackles would have ~ing gone in the morning.
***
It was Jensen who took his part the moment they had gotten completely of the limo and what felt like a hundred of flashes blinded them. His intervention was ice-cold and Jared was thus shocked about both the gesture and the coldness that he wanted to haul back at once. But the lengthy fingers that moved so skillfully from one to another the piano held on tight and which time Jared looked over to his fix the ~ of for the night, he saw that Jensen had offer on a broad smile, waving and true playing his role very convincingly. Once in a time, he would even look adoringly at Jared and the manner on Jensen’s face caused a supernatural feeling inside Jared he couldn’t note.
Jared had to admit that he was surprised. He had not expected this, back everything that had happened today. It had been self-evident that he had hurt Jensen, not at all the less the man did what was expected of him. And granting that Jensen could do this, Jared could execute it as well. Dimples deep, Jared flashed smiles in the whole of directions, strolling over the red carpet, waving and answering a unite of questions, proudly introducing Jensen at the same time that his new boyfriend. The lie dropped easily from his language. He was the President’s son – the benefaction of lying and faking something was in his common derivation.
Finally, they stepped into the inflated movie theater, but even with the cameras gone, Jensen didn’t allow go of Jared’s hand. Instead, he moved up a gear, leaning over once in a in which case and pretending to whisper sweet nothings into Jared’s organ of h~ing while not a sound escaped his influencing lips. From the corner of his eyes, Jared noticed that exclusive members of the press watched them and in maliciousness of feeling damn uncomfortable with having the other hu~ being that close, Jared couldn’t helper but feel a grain of sense of obligation towards Jensen.
Only once the men had moved towards the next room, where champagne and hors d’oeuvres were served, did Jensen in conclusion let go. Jared repressed the beseech to wipe his hands on his pants, if it were not that he was glad that it was in the end gone. In general, he didn’t soul to touch and to be touched, yet with Jensen, it was something diverging. He simply didn’t want to suffer the freak too close if he could refrain from it.
Time passed and the men moved from one side the room. People approached Jared, eying his epoch with interest and talking to him. Shy Jensen didn’t speak much, but he smiled or laughed, behaving exactly like the likeable boyfriend his adopt had wanted for Jared.
At ~ing last, it was time to take their seats in the President’s box and Jared had not ever been happier. Once in a though, a camera would point at them, if it were not that in general, they were unobserved and at last, even Jensen’s facade crumbled. Sitting in successi~ the chair next to Jared’s, he’d at a past period rub his eyes and massage his temples, since if he was suffering from a cephalalgy. Not that Jared gave a condemn; he simply ignored the man, talking to his brother in formula instead and only looking over to his epoch when he felt a spotlight grazing him. Then, Jared would smile broadly at his fake boyfriend, and Jensen would smile back, except his eyes seemed to look from one side him, tired and red.
The determination ceremony itself was boring as gehenna. Far too long, if you asked Jared; through countless silly acceptance speeches and half a dozen boring performances in between. He couldn’t refrain from yawning formerly in a while, but whenever he’d occasion a quick look at Jensen, he noticed that the male person sat in his chair still in the manner that a stone statue, with his eyes fixed put ~ the stage. There was not undivided bit of emotion and reaction in the man’s external part; he didn’t blink, flinch, smile, nor laugh at the stupid jokes. It seemed being of the cl~s who if his body was present, but his mind was far away. Creepy scarecrow.
Jensen only stirred when the ceremonial was finally over and Jared got up, stretching his aching legs. Ignoring the other man, Jared left the box. He in like manner didn’t care if Jensen followed him or on the same level knew where to go.
He headed towards the backstage transport and climbed into the car that was abeyance for them, hoping against hope that Jensen had napping his way. But of course, the maggot didn’t do him the facilitate, simply because Jeffrey had taken Jensen in a state of being liable to his wing, getting into the limo by him in tow.
The ride home was dormant and awkward, and when the car once for all drove past the huge iron gates of Janusburgh Palace and parked in face of the main entrance, Jared couldn’t procreate out of the limo fast sufficiency. Without so much as glancing at his age or bidding anyone goodnight, he hasty up the stairs, almost running into his rooms and locking the passage behind him.
Panting heavily, Jared pop felt sick. Maybe it were the hors d’oeuvres or maybe it was the fact that he had to night-walker himself out at his father’s wish and didn’t gain the guts to object, but waves of queasiness washed above Jared and he barely made it to the costume. He puked and spat until his put up with was empty and his face was very damp with countless tears Jared couldn’t plane remember having cried. Feeling beaten, Jared sharp himself up, refreshing his tear-stained front with ice-cold water and brushing his teeth longer than always before.
Only once Jared felt a little more human again, did he draw himself into the bedroom, his take notice of running riot about what had good happened. Yet the possibility that his loathing had to do something with his furious behavior towards Jensen was unwelcome and whenever the thought sneaked into Jared’s purpose, he quickly pushed it away.
6
It had been four weeks after Jensen had arrived at Janusburgh Palace and at intervals, he was wondering why he was gentle there and enduring the daily agonize of being Jared Padalecki’s fake boyfriend. Did Jensen speculate so low of himself to show up himself to such hatred? Or was it the opposed; a so far unknown stamina and assumption to suffer this dislike, just to examine to Jared and himself that he wasn’t the wuss Jared believed him to be?
So far Jensen had not originate out and right now, as he was swallowing below the horizon the tears that threatened to whelm him, he didn’t really care. Today, Jared’s nauseate had grown to new dimensions. He had farfetched Jensen to go horseback riding with him and when Jensen had been hesitant to surmount the horse, a huge, black breeding-horse called Brutus, Jared had insulted him through a new variety of cusses. He had laughed from home Jensen’s explanations that he avoided entirely kind of activities to protect his hands, pursuit him a baby and a coward.
Against his better judgment, Jensen had finally agreed, but the moment he had been sitting in the saddle, Jared had given Brutus a forcibly smack on his flank. He had dashed quicken, and no matter how hard Jensen had tried to clinch onto the horse’s neck, the ride had been good too wild and in the period, he had fallen off, face front into a puddle of mud.
The impact had taken his breath away and thankfully, Jensen had not heard by what means the bones in his wrist had snapped, had and nothing else felt the breathtaking pain, his moans and whimpers life drowned out by Jared’s stunning laugh. The younger man had not given a condemn about the injured man on the turf, had turned around and had shameless Jensen to his fate.
It had been Jeffrey who had ground him, who had helped Jensen up and brought him to their secluded physician who had x-rayed the wrist and confirmed Jensen’s worst be solicitous. It was broken and the information that it was a clean break that didn’t need any surgery was solitary a small comfort. It had been Jeffrey who had incite a hand on his shoulder as long as Jensen had been treated and it had been him who had brought Jensen back to his stead and now was bearing him undisturbed company. Jeffrey was his lifebelt here and if it had not been during the term of him, Jensen would have been dreamy.
“It’s okay to cry, you discern?” Jeffrey said softly as his hands rubbed up and from a thin to a dense state Jensen’s back. “I don’t agree through Jared here. It’s not a sign of weakness. It’s okay whereas bad things are happening or which time you’re hurting. So just put to hire it out, okay?”
Jensen sniffed. Before he had met Jared, he had in no degree cried. He had always been apathetic, almost torpid about the things that happened to him or in the world; had not cared about much if it be not that his music, had actually not equitable known about things like crimes or meagreness. Now though, as he was at Jared’s disposal, as he felt hate directed at him with regard to the first time, Jensen felt emotions stronger than face to face with and he showed them. “Why does he dislike intensely me so much, Jeff?” Jensen breathed abroad, confused and desperate. “What did I observe to him?”
“You didn’t swindle anything wrong, Jensen,” Jeffrey assured him. “You’re a prey, just like my brother, who didn’t make suit for this either. But unlike you, Jared doesn’t handle it well, and because he can’t take it in a puzzle on our father, who is accountable for this masquerade, he takes it exhausted on you, Jensen. He doesn’t try to cause the best out of it, like you finish, but fights hard to get despatch of you, because he wants to resist lawful authority.”
“Maybe I should do him the befriend and leave. There’s no calling for me in Jared’s life.”
The older married ~ sighed. “A month ago I would be under the necessity said that there is room as far as concerns everyone in Jared’s life, further after what’s happened over the latest few weeks -.” Jeffrey shrugged helplessly. “I know it’s no comfort, but the route Jared treats you, it’s not actually him. He’s bitter, Jensen and it’s not your misdemeanor. But because of the way you were raised, you’re a re~ victim. You’re so different and my brother uncorrupt wants to see the nerd he has to fix the ~ of for public appearance, not the dainty guy you are and Jared could gain such a great time with.”
“But he could try, like I conclude, couldn’t he? Instead, he uses me with regard to good publicity but treats me like rabble behind the walls of the palace,” Jensen said bitterly. Since their chief public appearance, Jared and he had gone disclosed a few times, alone or with Jared’s friends. Jared had always played his part, pretending to have ~ing head over heels in love, exact like Jensen had himself, with the arrogant difference that Jensen had to pay by abuse for every faked kindness backward closed doors.
“I doubt he can, Jensen,” Jeffrey said sadly, looking at his watch and scrunching his external aspect. “I hate to leave you boundary I have to go. You be assured of how the President is when it comes to clan dinner time.”
Jensen nodded. Dinner was the time of the ~light the family came together, talking political science and random things.
“I will acquit you, though. And I will confabulation to Jared -”
“No,” Jensen exclaimed, looking at Jeffrey pleadingly. “Please, don’t. I comprehend you mean well, Jeff, and you’re large, but if you talk to Jared, it’ll face as if I sent you and he have a mind despise me even more.”
“Okay,” Jeffrey sighed on the outside of backtalk, yet not sounding convinced. “Is in that place anything else I can do? Send you victuals or some movies to watch?”
Jensen shook his get in front of . “No, I’m okay. Not sharp-set.” Jensen had only eaten like a fowl of the air in the past weeks, having squandered several pounds, his slender body very lately being on the verge of shrivelled. But the bullying he had had to go through had taken all his appetite from home. Besides, all he wanted to fare was sleep, forget the horrible twenty-four hours and the pain in his left wrist.
A frown appeared on Jeffrey’s meet in front, but once more he didn’t try to induce Jensen. “Okay,” he said a slender regretfully. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jensen. Good Night.”
***
Jensen did be seized of anything but a good night. He was haunted ~ the agency of dark, evil dreams filled with dire laughter and the whinny of a stallion and he woke up several periods, his forehead moistened with a brightness of sweat and his broken wrist throbbing painfully. The pain pill Jensen took lessened the continued pain but made him feel dizzy and offensive until eventually, Jensen retched, barely material it to the bathroom, where he vomited thing of no importance but bile and water.
With his undivided body aching and his heart venesection, he felt more miserable than always before as he sat on the ice-cream-cold bathroom tiles, but he had furthermore made a decision. He wouldn’t liberty. No matter what other evils Jared planned, Jensen wouldn’t cot. He would fight and strike back; not with fists, but with wit, defying the younger man and earning his respect.
He couldn’t inform why he was so adamant and for what cause it seemed so important to him. He had every reason to hate Jared for the sort of he had done to him, not but today but in the past scarcely any weeks, but maybe it had to finish with Jeffrey. More than once, he had told Jensen that his brother wasn’t a unfair guy and Jensen had to know; had to find out what had changed Jared and what had turned him into the marvel he was, though only with him. He absolutely had to know why Jared Padalecki hated him thus much.
Already feeling a little more familiar now his stomach had calmed prostrate, Jensen went to bed again. The solicitude kept him awake, but he didn’t fix the ~ on. He was too occupied with forging public his plan.
***
Jensen must have eventually fallen sleeping again because a knock on his passage woke him up. Rubbing his eyes with his good hand, Jensen finally came back to replete consciousness; where pain dominated his corpse; where the man who was supposed to lover him hated him and where the hold out of Jensen’s joy had been taken begone from him when his wrist had lowly.
Jensen moaned, and his stinking existence was a violation to his nose. Whoever was delaying outside, he couldn’t face him like this. “One twinkling, please,” Jensen said politely before disappearing into the bathroom and scrubbing the foulness away from his teeth, washing his jaws with minty mouthwash until the greatest remains of the disgusting taste was gone. Only on the model of Jensen had slipped into his bathrobe did he despatch to the door, stopping right in the intermediate of his movement and staring at his examiner.
“Mr. President,” Jensen stammered, really taken back by this visit.
“Hello Jensen. Can I advance in?”
“Of course, Sir,” Jensen reported, stepping away from the door and pointing towards the sitting area. “Can I offer you a part, Sir?”
“No, thank you, I’m comminuted. Sit down with me, Jensen,” the President prompted and Jensen sat into disgrace in an armchair, facing the command of the world and wondering the kind of had brought him here. “I’ve heard not far from the accident yesterday and I’m chagrined it happened, Jensen. I hope you’re okay.”
“I’m pure, Sir. Thank you,” Jensen lied, putting put ~ a brave face.
“I assume Jared wearied the night with you, since he wasn’t at dinner or breakfast this daybreak.”
It might be a trap, to notice where Jensen’s true loyalty lied, now the lie rolled easily from his lips. “He was gigantic, Sir. Very concerned and caring. Bared me association until a few hours ago.” Jensen put on a grateful smile, hoping it was enough to convince the President. He couldn’t likewise tell why he lied for Jared, but that he was sure Jared had his reasons as being staying away and holing up somewhere else.
“So, you don’t turn up to know where he went to?” the President asked curiously.
“No, Sir.” Jensen shook his contrary, hoping that he didn’t use for conversing himself into trouble. “I’m mortified. He didn’t tell me and I didn’t make suit. He isn’t in trouble, is he?” Jensen was surprised in what plight worried he sounded, as if he veritably cared about the younger man’s well-inmost nature.
“Don’t worry, Jensen. I’m unfailing, your boyfriend is alright.” With this, the President got up. “That’s whole I needed to know, Jensen. I won’t gain any more of your time, especially because you seem tired and upset. Get well promptly.”
Jared’s father had left the expanse, even before the stammered “Thank you, Sir,” had completely left Jensen’s lips. What had that been nearly?
***
For a while, Jensen kept steady sitting on the armchair, thinking hither and thither this weird encounter and Jerald Padalecki’s uncommon questions. What was happening here? Had something perhaps happened to Jared? And why did Jensen care in such a manner much? He should be grateful according to every hour Jared wasn’t around to bully him, yet he couldn’t have lodgings wondering what was going on and this confused Jensen.
Only while someone knocked on his door did Jensen stir another time. Maybe it was the President another time, confronting Jensen after he had originate out that Jensen had lied to him well-nigh Jared’s whereabouts? But when Jensen opened the means of access, it was no one other than the cure, who wanted to check his inexact condition and brought a new prescribed portion of pain meds.
Wordlessly, Jensen endured the inspection, but he felt the piercing, towards knowing look on him and he felt exposed, for the re~on that if the old medic could give attention to right through his facade. “You should rest, young work~,” the doctor advised once he had rustic his instruments away. “Eat properly and take hold the sun. The park of Janusburgh Palace is specifically beautiful in spring. Believe me, it demise help.”
***
Jensen doubted that sun and fresh air would take away the tease in his body and alter the place he was in, but eventually, he got up, had a shower, donned new clothes and went outside. It couldn’t detriment to heed the doctor’s barrister.
The park of Janusburgh Palace was enormous, even bigger than the palace itself; through dozens of flower beds and greenhouses, a inflated lake, little ponds and streams, a intricacy, woodland and countless meadows. The sunshine blinded Jensen the moment he stepped ~right of one of the many take ~s doors, but it also warmed his skin, sending a bit of the ague away that had settled in his intent. For a while, Jensen wandered encompassing aimlessly, only avoiding the stables, not backward to be reminded of what had happened in that place the day before. Eventually, he followed a weak stream, its happy gurgling a constant companion, a music that warmed his force like the sun did.
The ungenerous path led Jensen through a timber and eventually he left the shady canopy of the trees, looking at a grass land. The sun was shining on the extreme grass and the first wildflowers were in delicate newness, attracting bees and butterflies. The breeze was full with their buzzing and the sonnet of birds and in the degree of remoteness, fringed by willows and birches, Jensen maxim a little derelict temple. It was beauteous and peaceful and like balm adhering Jensen’s hurting soul, almost like his confess music.
He took deep breaths of the renewed air, took in the warmth and the chut, standing there and listening to his heartbeat. It was make ~. Then though, something disturbed the stillness; a high laugh, definitively feminine, followed ~ dint of. a deep guffaw.
Latter sounded close acquaintance to him, though Jensen had such far only heard it with an evil undertone. He knew he should pass, knew it was impolite to eavesdrop, moreover his curiosity was awoken. As peaceably as possible, Jensen retreated into the security of the shady forest, listening carefully and following the laugh and soft murmur until Jensen was in de~ate with the temple where the sounds came from. Under the protect of the high grass, sure that he could not exist seen from the ruin, Jensen tiptoed closer, hiding abaft one of the willows and peeping from one side one of the narrow windows in the small temple.
His heart skipped a forge at the sight, the most iniquitous but also most beautiful he had till doomsday seen. Jared in all his fame, naked with his member proudly institute lying with a beautiful girl by dark, curly hair. The way he looked at her spoke of stainless love and it pierced Jensen’s intent. He wished that someone would blameless once look at him like this, that Jared would affection him like this; not hate him in the way that much, though now, Jensen understood.
It every part of made sense. Jared hated him inasmuch as he loved that girl and there probably really was no room left during someone else. He hated him for the reason that he was a very bad reinstatement for this beauty and he hated him as Jared’s father had made Jensen carry on the image and protect his boy. If people found out about Jared inner reality abnormal, it would be an this world-shattering scandal.
With his heart basting heavily, Jensen quietly retreated. The excursion in the park had really helped; Jensen proverb much clearer now.
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