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Title: White Wedding
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rose_the_hat
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Words: 31,000-ish
Summary: In which Mob Boss Jensen finally marries his Enforcer Jared Padalecki
Notes: Third installment in my October Rust ‘verse. Set five years after the events in The Power Behind The Throne and King Nothing. You need to have read those to understand this as this references events that happened in the previous stories. I wanted to write something more light-hearted and fluffier with these ultra-violent characters.
Much love as always tojdl71 for being awesome and reading the same shit multiple times to help me keep my timeline straight. ♥
Fic title is the Billy Idol song.
“…Little is known about the wedding venue or the mysterious Jared Padalecki that billionaire tech and oil mogul Jensen Ackles is marrying later this—”
“I’m sick of this shit,” Jensen groused and turned off the TV where the local Dallas news was reporting the latest details of his and Jared’s impending wedding. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Jared replies with a sardonic lilt in his voice. “Dallas’ four time Most Eligible Bachelor, Billionaire tech and oil mogul, philanthropist, all-around-good-guy-and-not-at-all-a-mob-boss finally tying the knot with a “mystery man”.”
“You are such a prick,” Jensen says shaking his head but grinning all the same. “It’s really not a big deal. We’ve been together twenty years.”
“They don’t know that.” Jared points out. “They only know what we’ve let leak out.”
Thanks to Aldis and Lindberg’s talented fingers Jared had an ironclad, albeit mundane and average, back story. Jared Tristan Padalecki was the only child of Gerald and Sharon Padalecki, educated at UTSA majored in business. Jensen’s connections in the press helped keep the real details of their relationship private. All that the major news outlets know is that Jensen is marrying his partner of five years, Jared Padalecki, whom he met at the gala launch of Ackles Alternative Energy; Jared was to head up the newest division of Ackles Enterprises. The best story was one that was rooted in truth, after all. AAE was real, born from Jared’s idea to lease a good piece of land out to a wind farm. Green energy was proving to be a steadily growing and profitable industry. Plus, AAE netted excellent publicity for doing something good for the environment.
Given Jensen and Jared’s true careers they wanted their wedding details to be handled by someone within the Organization. They tapped the Ackles’s long-time housekeeper Samantha Smith to plan their wedding. She was efficient, capable, and knew the importance of keeping things quiet. She had already seen to all the big details, the venue, catering, décor, and theme. Jared wanted everything classic and masculine, designer and tasteful. Jensen was amenable to that. His tastes and Jared’s lined up well in that regard. As far as the big details went things were pretty much set. They had bought out the entire Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek resort for their wedding. Their guests would enjoy all the luxury amenities the resort had to offer and Jared and Jensen would jet away to an island in the Caribbean for two weeks of sun, sand, and sex. As far as preparations went there wasn’t a lot left to do. They had a final fitting of their tuxes and to decide on a cake, but other than that everything was sorted.
Jensen’s stomach did a little lurch. He never thought he would get married, even after it became legal for gay couples, he hadn’t given it serious thought. Jared never brought the subject up either, until he did, a year ago.
Jared was everywhere, around him, on him, and deep inside him, so fucking deep Jensen couldn’t swallow without feeling him in his throat. There was something so intense about his lover tonight. He wasn’t being dominant or demanding in his lovemaking.
“Say you’ll marry me,” Jared panted, moving his hips in lazy rolls so his cock rubbed over Jensen’s prostate, tormenting him, keeping him on the edge of coming.
Jensen gasped around a moan. “Wh-ah-what?”
Jared switched it up then, hammering into him with short punishing strokes. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” Jensen chanted, hanging on to Jared’s broad shoulder, nails digging into the firm muscle.
Jared’s eyes were so black with lust but there was longing and apprehension in them. Jared stopped jackhammering his ass and returned to his slow and deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
Jared’s hand grasped Jensen’s throat and squeezed. Jensen’s eyes widened as he struggled to breathe. Jared’s thrusts stopped, deep he was so fucking deep. He struggled to breathe, but he couldn’t. It had been years since Jensen was able to climax without being touched, but he was almost there. His nerves were on fire, his cock ached, his balls were full and tight. He knew when he finally blew his load it would hurt in the best way.
“I have you every way one person can have another. Now, I want you legally. Fucking marry me.”
Jensen struggles to answer. His mouth opens and closes but he has no voice. Yes, yes, yes, I love you and I want to be yours. I always have been. Frantically, he nods his head. Jared’s eyes glitter and a smirk quirks up his soft pink lips. He goes back to pounding Jensen’s ass, pushing in so hard and fast that Jensen is jolted up the bed. His hands tighten around Jensen’s neck.
Jared comes with a deep guttural growl and Jensen soon follows; black spots popping before his eyes as they roll back into his head. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, edging into painful as his cock erupted and balls emptied
“You with me, baby?” Jared’s lazy voice intrudes on the peace and bliss Jensen was soaking in.
He blinks his eyes, realizing he must have passed out after that excruciating orgasm. His eyes are soft as he gazes down at Jensen, damp hair falling over his forehead, fingertips caressing Jensen’s face with light reverent touches.
“Hmmm, I think. This heaven?”
Jared flashes a lopsided smile before kissing him, slow and sweet. “You okay?”
“I’m terrific.” He sighs and stretches, ass aching pleasantly, cum trickling out of his used hole, and bones feeling liquefied. Only Jared has ever been able to make him feel this way: wholly used and owned but cherished.
“You meant it, right?” Jared asks. “You’ll really marry me?”
Jensen reaches up and brushes Jared’s hair away from his eyes before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for another searing kiss. Jensen breaks the kiss. “You know better than anyone, Jared, I always mean what I say, and say what I mean. I will marry you. I’m yours and you’re mine and it’s past time we make it legal.”
“And besides,” Jared says, bringing Jensen out of his reverie. “Two men getting married is always gonna be a big deal. This is the South, this is Texas. Things may have changed, but down here they ain’t changed all that much.”
Jensen scoffs at the ridiculousness of it, but realizes the truth in it. “Yeah, yeah.”
“If the attention really bothers you we can call it off. I would never want to do anything to bring you undue stress.”
Jensen’s heart, always so mushy when it came to Jared, melts a little more. Though he was trying to appear aloof and blasé as usual, it didn’t quite work. This wedding, their marriage, was important to Jared, probably more important than even Jared knew himself or was willing to admit.
“Jare, I’m a grumpy bastard and only getting grumpier the older I get, but never doubt that I don’t want this marriage as much as you do,” he assures.
Jensen was forty-six, eking ever closer to fifty; there were more lines around his eyes and mouth and more grey than blond in his hair, but he had never felt better. Jared had turned forty-two a few months ago and was still the sexiest most magnetic man Jensen had ever known. He couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else. He had really been gone for Jared from the moment he had set foot into his office twenty years ago. Despite all the controlled havoc around planning a wedding he had a deep sense of calm and peace. His businesses were thriving, he was soon to be a married man, and in June Colin would be graduating from college.
“Well, if it gets too much all you have to say is ‘Cinnamon’.”
Jensen cocked a brow at the use of his safeword. “Our wedding is not equal to a BDSM scene, Jared.”
“Hey, Jense?” Jared asks.
Jensen can hear the laughter in Jared’s voice. He slowly turns his head and fixes his fiancé with a hard stare. Jensen will give his man all the credit in the world, he is a ruthless son of a bitch, but Jensen also knows Jared is a snarky sarcastic bastard. “What?” He dreads Jared’s answer.
“Are you gonna have to grant favors to anyone who asks them of you on the day of our wedding?”
Jensen sighs heavily and facepalms. Jared had been making Godfather jokes since Jensen had accepted his marriage proposal. It annoyed Jensen to no end, but it gave Jared so much pleasure, that Jensen tolerated it.
“Gonna walk down the aisle to the Godfather Waltz?” Jared’s face lit up. “Wait. Can we do that?”
“I hate you so much, Jared.”
“Want me to send dead fishes to anyone who doesn’t RSVP?”
“Jared, I swear to God, you make one more Godfather joke, I’m calling off the wedding. Now, let’s get through finalizing this guest list. Pete is still coming, right? He’s your best man?”
Jared nods smiling. “Yeah. He hates leaving Brooklyn but will for this. He’s bringing Tara with him. It’ll be good to see the big bastard again.”
Indeed it would. “And Colin is flying in from Cali. He’s supposed to be here the seventeenth. I’ll call him and double check.”
Jensen’s heir apparent and surrogate son was away at college; all the way in fucking California at Stanford, studying Law. Oh, the irony. The boy had come a long way in the last six years under Jensen’s tutelage.
The oak door opens and a blond young man hesitantly pokes his head in. “Mr. Ackles? Sir? Michael Rosenbaum said you wanted to see me?” His tentative voice was respectful and held a hint of awe in it.
Jensen was, as Jared always called him, the Big Boss Man, and it wasn’t often he dealt with those as low on the totem as young Mr. Ford. During his search for a successor, Jensen had met with many initiates and each one had had that same tone of bewildered awe in their voice that Colin had.
“Yes, Mr. Ford. Please come in.”
The door opens wider and the young man fully enters the office. He’s tall and lanky with a mass of blond hair and disarming blue eyes that radiate curiosity and caution but not fear. His clothes, jeans and a worn Metallica tee, are clean but baggy. Jesus. For a second he has a moment of confused vertigo and almost feels as if he’s looking at a very young Jared.
Jensen rises and comes around from behind his desk. “Please, sit.” He indicates the chair in front of his desk.
Colin crosses over to the chair. Not hesitant but not confident either. He takes a seat, resting his right ankle over his left knee. As Jensen watches a change passes over the young man. His face goes carefully blank and eyes impassive. So young and he already has an impressive pokerface but he should have locked it in before he came into the office.
“That was a nice piece of business with the undercover cop.” Jensen had called in a number of young and eager members of his Organization in his search for a new successor, but the thing that drew Jensen’s attention to Colin was three weeks ago the kid had alerted Mad Mike to an undercover Narc officer trying to entrap buyers and dealers alike. Based on the kid’s intel Mad Mike had taken the bastard out, saving the Organization a lot of time and money.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Tell me, Mr. Ford, are you interested in staying with the Organization? Furthering yourself within its ranks? Or is dealing simply a means to an end?”
“I needed a job that paid good. Not many of those around for kids my age that are legit.”
Jensen pondered that. Money. Colin was motivated by money. It was always a motivator but usually if you looked deeper there was something else. “What’s your home situation like that you need a fat income at your age? You’re what? Sixteen?”
Colin’s indifferent façade cracked at the mention of his home life. Just a subtle twitch of his brows and a sneer to his mouth before it was back in place. Just enough for Jensen to know it was a sore spot. “Seventeen, sir, and I gotta take care of myself now that I’m old enough.”
“Your parents?” Jensen presses gently.
Flash of anger in his eyes and a sharp exhale but nothing else. “My father died when I was six and my mother, well, she likes vodka.” It’s a statement spoken with bald cynicism far beyond Colin’s youth. “I got fucking tired of cleaning up her puke and nursing her through hangovers, so I left.”
“You have a place to stay? If you would like, the Organization’s attorney Julian Richings could petition the court to have you declared an emancipated minor.”
“Mr. Rosenbaum found me a place to stay. Emancipated? That means I could really be on my own? Not have to deal with my mother again?”
“Yes. To become an emancipated minor you’d need to prove to a court you could support yourself. I could give you a job on paper at my company at a living wage, and, as I said, Mr. Richings would take care of the legalities.”
“I’d appreciate that, Mr. Ackles, but what would I have to do for you?” His tone is speculative but his eyes are dark with distaste.
“Nothing and certainly not anything close to what you may be thinking. I don’t take advantage of those weak or in need and I don’t certainly fuck with children, Colin. It is abhorrent to me.” He thinks of his Jared, sixteen and alone and preyed upon by Kurt Fuller. He’d kill him again if he could. His brows draw together as an unpleasant notion occurs to him. “No one in my Organization has made overtures to you have they? At least none you didn’t invite.”
“No, sir,” Colin answers emphatically. “The guys I’ve met are cool and Mr. Rosenbaum is a nice guy. Cares about us guys working for him, and so do you. Not to kiss your ass or anything.”
Jensen can’t help the grin. He likes this kid. He’s honest, observant, and intelligent. “I know when someone is kissing my ass, Colin.”
Color rises in the young man’s boyish face and he ducks his head. “Yeah, of course.”
“Remember this, Colin: those in our business are not nice guys. I am not a nice guy and neither is anyone working for me. We can’t afford to be. We are however capable of doing good and nice things. Don’t confuse the two.”
Colin’s young face is thoughtful for several seconds. “Maybe they aren’t nice, but the guys I’ve seen, and how they are with each other. I like that. More of that.”
There it is, Jensen thinks. Colin’s real motivation: friendship, family. Everyone in the Organization wants something, was looking for something. Sometimes it’s the superficial shit, money and power. Jared certainly wanted that when he started, but over time Jensen understood what Jared really longed for was security and a home. The things that had been taken from him when he was a child. His guys: Tommy Blue, Stevie Guitar, Lazy Jase, and Kane had been outsiders all their life for one reason or another and then they became brothers.
“I can offer that.” Jensen reaches into his pocket and pulls out his platinum money clip, a gift from Jared, engraved with the words Big Boss Man, and peels off three one hundred dollar bills. “If you are interested be here Sunday at seven o’clock. I’m having a little get-together with my very close friends. Mr. Rosenbaum will also be there. No pressure. I do ask if you choose to attend, that you please dress formally.” He extends his hand.
Colin gazes at him with appraising eyes before taking Jensen’s hand and shaking in, accepting the fold of bills in the palm. “I’ll think about it, sir. Thank you.”
Jensen honestly hadn’t been sure if Colin would show up, but he had—looking very put together in a deep red suit. The IC seemed to accept him, and, more importantly, Jared accepted him. With a little training he would be the perfect heir.
Jensen is out on the veranda, basking in the last rays of the dying sun. Though his eyes are not as sensitive to light as they were immediately after his rescue from the dark pit Collins had kept him he still wears dark sunglasses, more out of habit now than actual need. The days are getting shorter and Jensen’s anxiety with the coming dark makes him uneasy. He wants Jared but his man was helping young Mr. Ford move into the main house of the Ackles Compound. Since Jensen had chosen the young man as his new successor he felt it only right he should be in close proximity so Jensen could easily teach Colin all he would need to know. His IC guys were smart enough to realize Jensen had big plans with regard to the young man the moment he sat to Jensen’s left the night of Mad Mike’s dinner and treated him accordingly.
He heard Jared’s booming laugh as well as Colin’s, their laughter and voices drifting in through the open bedroom door.
“I’m tellin’ you, Chevy, you are wrong about that,” Jared says emphatically. “Load and Reload are departures sound-wise but totally brilliant albums. I’d even say their best, but you’re young. You’ll appreciate them more when you’re older.”
“A departure is one thing, but those albums are just not Metallica. At all,” Colin says equally emphatic. “They sound so mainstream it’s almost Pop-ish. And Mama Said is totally a country song. Country!”
“Agree to disagree, Kid. Now, this whole floor belongs exclusively to Jensen and me. No one is allowed up here without permission, and definitely not into our bedroom. Understand, young blood?”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Ackles said he wanted to see me after I got settled though.”
“I know, that’s why I brought you up here. He’s out on the veranda. Jense? Chevy’s here.”
“I’m not deaf, Jared,” Jensen calls. “I heard y’all. Come out here for a moment, please, Mr. Ford.”
“Hey,” Jared greets, voice soft with affection. He bends and kisses Jensen on the mouth. “I’m hungry. I’m gonna go raid the kitchen. You want anything?”
“I’m good.”
“Okay,” Jared gives him another kiss before he departs leaving Jensen alone with his heir. If their display of affection bothered him, Colin gives nothing away. Half of the IC are gay and the others are heteroflexible. If the kid is homophobic he won’t last long. Jensen tends to believe Colin doesn’t give a shit.
“I trust your new accommodations are satisfactory.”
“It’s amazing here. I think the room I was staying in before could fit in the closet of my new room.”
“You’re comfortable? Have everything you need?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you still go to school or did you drop out?”
He gives a noncommittal shrug. “I’d try but I’d miss a lot because I’d stay home to take care of mom with her hangovers and look after the house, until I left.”
Jensen had Aldis look into the young man’s background after he first met with him. Colin’s father worked for Dallas Light and Power and had died on the job, electrocuted. Jensen gleaned from what Colin had already told him that his mother dealt with the loss by drinking. Jensen’s heart goes out to the kid, shouldering the responsibility of a household because of a mother too lost in her grief to realize her son needed her. He wants to be angry at Colin’s mother, but he thinks about how he would be if something happened to Jared. He’d be tempted to crawl into a bottle and never come out as well, but he and Jared didn’t have a child depending on them. “Do you want to finish school?”
“I don’t know. It’s…. I never seemed to fit in. The other kids used to pick on me for being little all the time, or because my clothes weren’t right. Petty shit.” He says the last with a sneer worthy of Jared.
“I can arrange for you to go to Chilton Prep. That’s where I went. You can finish out your junior and senior years there. The kids who go there are all very academically driven. I think you’d thrive there.”
“What about dealing?”
“Oh, you’ll not want for customers there, trust me. Unless you don’t want to deal anymore. I can find work for you somewhere else. It’s not a problem.”
“Can I work with Jared?” Colin asks eagerly.
Jensen gives an indulgent smile. He thought that the two had a bond from their interactions at Rosenbaum’s induction dinner, and, just now, hearing them talk music furthered that. He was glad. Colin and Jensen would be spending a lot of time together, and eventually Jared and Colin would spend time together. Hell, Colin would be spending time with every member of the Inner Circle during his education.
“Jared has moved away from the rackets over the years. He does other things for the Organization now. Things you are not ready to know about, let alone participate in.”
The young man can’t hide his disappointment. “Everyone works their way up, Colin,” Jensen soothes.
Colin stiffens his spine, eyes bright and earnest. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir.”
Jensen had been correct in his assessment that Colin would thrive at Chilton, though, because of gaps in his public education, Colin had to repeat his junior year. He gets straight A’s in all of his honors classes, joins the Speech club and excels on the debate team. He dates and makes friends, but still keeps himself separate, cleaving his life as Colin Ford, Straight-A-Honor-Student from Colin Ford junior member of the Ackles Organization with precision. He deals on the side, but Jensen assigns him to DJ Qualls bookmaking crew.
In his senior year, Colin applies to many colleges, both in state and out, amassing a pile of acceptance letters from them all. He has his pick of any of the top schools in the country and Jensen and Jared are exceedingly proud. Jensen figured he would go to UTD, further following in Jensen’s footsteps, or maybe to UTA. Austin was a quirky lively city that had everything a college student could want but was still close enough to Dallas if Jensen had need of Colin. Jensen was quickly learning that for Colin’s similarities to himself and Jared, Colin was very much his own man.
“Jensen?” Colin’s cautious voice from the other side of the bedroom door.
“Yes, Colin. You can come in. Jared and I are not in flagrante delicto.” He was, in fact, lounging in his and Jared’s big new memory foam bed alone, sipping a cup of excellent espresso and munching on biscotti. Jensen was so in love with this mattress; he never wanted to leave. If a man could marry an inanimate object Jensen would marry this fucking mattress.
“Thank fuck. Catching you guys once was enough. I’m scarred for life,” Colin said as he entered the master suite. Jared has been a horrible influence on the boy. He used to wear jeans and t-shirts now he goes around in slacks, dress shirts, blazers, sport coats and Italian leather wingtips, all very stylish and fashionable, but somehow seemed wrong on a nineteen year old.
“It was a beautiful natural act, Colin,” Jensen smirks at the kid’s squinched face of disgust.
“Where is Jared?”
“It’s poker night for the IC.” It used to be Jensen and Peter’s “Book Club” as the IC called it. He and Peter still stayed in touch and talked books, and other topics, but through letters and the occasional phone call. Jensen, like Jared wished Pete would switch to email. And he like Jared missed the big man but was happy that Pete seemed to have found some peace. He had found a job he loved and even had a woman in his life. His mother had succumbed to her cancer despite all the excellent doctors Jensen put him in touch with but he had eased the worst of her suffering. “Want me to get Jare?”
“No, I guess not. I just wanted to…. Well.” He crosses the room in determined strides and thrusts a letter in front of Jensen.
Jensen reaches into the pocket of his robe for his glasses and perches them on his nose before taking the paper from Colin.
“Dear Mr. Ford. On behalf of Stanford University, I would like to welcome you….” Jensen fades off. He had already been accepted at UTD and UTA, Yale, Dartmouth, and Brown. He looks up at the young man and gives him a smile. “Another one for the pile.”
“I applied to Berkley and UCLA, too, but this is the school I really want to go to. It was kinda a pipe dream when I was still living with mom at home. I knew I could never afford to go, or even manage to get in but now….”
“Now, you have and you have the means.” Jensen states.
“But I’m a Made Man in the Organization now.”
Jensen sighs. Yes, Jared has been a big influence; it makes his heart do a silly little patter. “You’ve been hanging around Jared too long, Colin. This is not La Cosa Nostra. I don’t have Made Men.”
Colin does that thing that Jared does where he tosses his hair from his eyes and rolls them. “Same difference,” he says dismissively; even fucking sounding like Jared. He blows out a breath before continuing. “I know why you picked me to move in here, why you spend so much time teaching me. You want me to be your successor.”
Jensen cups his chin in his thumb and forefinger and regards the young man before him. “You are.”
“I can’t go?”
In the two years Colin has been around he has learned how to keep his control and shut off his emotions, but Jensen can tell how much going to Stanford means to Colin, hears the longing in his voice and sees the pleading in those eyes he can’t quite hide. Jensen loves this kid and there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for him, but the idea of having him so far from home, scares him. Colin is his future. He knows Colin is more grounded and responsible than most kids his age. If he was all the way in California he wouldn’t be around to continue to work and learn the rackets and he had so much more to learn.
“I’m not your father, Colin. You’re over eighteen. You don’t have to ask permission or answer to anyone.”
Colin holds his gaze and an awareness passes between them. No, he is not Colin’s father, but he is as close to one as Colin has. He looks to him for guidance and approval. Jared is more a brother/partner in crime.
“We both know that’s not true, sir.”
For the last few months Colin has been less formal with Jensen, addressing him by his name instead of sir or Mr. Ackles. The fact that he has switched back to the more formal address feels a bit like a rebuke.
“It is. Didn’t I just say this isn’t La Cosa Nostra? The men in my Organization take no vows, make no promises. All I ask for is loyalty.”
“Yet you send Jared to execute—”
“Those who betray me,” Jensen cuts across him, putting a little Big Boss Man in his voice. “You going to college would not be a betrayal.”
Colin’s posture, which had been stiff as if readying for a fight, relaxes. “I can go to Stanford?”
Jensen gazes at the boy—young man, so obviously eager to go, yearning for it, but struggling to contain it. Jensen runs through worse case scenarios. Colin being killed, Colin snitching, Colin wanting to go legit. They would all mean the last two years of teaching and mentoring him would be for naught and he would have to find another heir.
There were others he remunerated on before deciding on Colin. He thought of Matt Cohen and Brock Kelly; both had experience but they were doing exceedingly well in their positions running the guns. Jensen did not want to disrupt that operation and neither Brock nor Matt would be as moldable as Colin.
“With a few provisos. You come home for every break and keep working the rackets. You do not go shooting your mouth off about the Organization,” He doubted the kid would, if his behavior in high school was anything to go by, but away from home, away from his and Jared’s influence, that could change.
“Jensen? If I go would I be forfeiting my place as your heir? I don’t want that. I’d choose you and the Organization over anything, anyone.”
Emotion wells up inside Jensen and he has to swallow hard. He is so proud of Colin, proud the lessons in loyalty and honor he and Jared have taught him over the last two years he has taken them so much to heart. “No,” he says softly. “You are my chosen heir.” Jensen hardens his voice, pins the young man with a cold gaze. “But remember, your first duty is to me and the Organization. If I tell you to come home because you are needed you get your ass back here ASAP, no balking and no excuses.”
“Guest list and seating arrangement done,” Jared says, gathering up the papers they had been sorting through, before slapping them down on the night table. “You know, if I had realized how much shit was involved in a wedding I woulda just taken you to Vegas.”
Jensen fixes Jared with a deadpan stare. “No, you would never. You hate Vegas and think it’s tacky.”
“Touché, but it’d still be cool to walk the same streets Meyer Lansky and Bugsy Siegel once walked. The fucking founding godfathers of Vegas.” Jared’s eyes glowed with the zeal they always held when talking about his mobster idols.
Jensen sighs and stifles a yawn. He takes off his glasses and sets them on his night table. “Tomorrow we gotta go to Sheppard’s and do the final fitting of our tuxes.”
Jared moves closer, breath hot on Jensen’s neck where he sucks bruising kisses. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself, you surrounded by all kinds of luxurious fabrics and designer suits. I might come in my pants and I haven’t done that in a very long time.”
He rubs Jensen’s chest, teases a nipple. Jensen gasps and arches, cock perking up. After twenty years together they should be tired of each other, right? Or at least the flames of passion banked, but, no they were still as hot for each other as ever; their lovemaking still sizzlingly kinky and never mundane. Jared lowered his head and his teeth and tongue took the place of his fingers on Jensen’s nipple.
“Gotta get in all the fucking we can before your mother arrives.”
“Fuck, Jared, do not mention my mother during foreplay.” Donna would be arriving in two days and Jensen was nervous about it. She did not like that Jensen had taken over the Organization from his father. Their relationship was cordial, if strained. When they talked it was usually about mundane things. Jensen knew, on some level, that Jared missed having a parental figure in his life. Jensen would gladly share his mother with Jared, but Jensen hoped like hell Donna wouldn’t end up disappointing him.
Jared raises his head, bites his lip. “She’ll like me, right?”
Jensen reaches out a hand and laces his fingers through Jared’s hair, he still keeps it long but now there are threads of grey appearing at his temples. “She already does. Now, fuck me, Sir.”
CH 2
Author:
rose_the_hatPairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Words: 31,000-ish
Summary: In which Mob Boss Jensen finally marries his Enforcer Jared Padalecki
Notes: Third installment in my October Rust ‘verse. Set five years after the events in The Power Behind The Throne and King Nothing. You need to have read those to understand this as this references events that happened in the previous stories. I wanted to write something more light-hearted and fluffier with these ultra-violent characters.
Much love as always to
jdl71 for being awesome and reading the same shit multiple times to help me keep my timeline straight. ♥Fic title is the Billy Idol song.
“…Little is known about the wedding venue or the mysterious Jared Padalecki that billionaire tech and oil mogul Jensen Ackles is marrying later this—”
“I’m sick of this shit,” Jensen groused and turned off the TV where the local Dallas news was reporting the latest details of his and Jared’s impending wedding. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Jared replies with a sardonic lilt in his voice. “Dallas’ four time Most Eligible Bachelor, Billionaire tech and oil mogul, philanthropist, all-around-good-guy-and-not-at-all-a-mob-boss finally tying the knot with a “mystery man”.”
“You are such a prick,” Jensen says shaking his head but grinning all the same. “It’s really not a big deal. We’ve been together twenty years.”
“They don’t know that.” Jared points out. “They only know what we’ve let leak out.”
Thanks to Aldis and Lindberg’s talented fingers Jared had an ironclad, albeit mundane and average, back story. Jared Tristan Padalecki was the only child of Gerald and Sharon Padalecki, educated at UTSA majored in business. Jensen’s connections in the press helped keep the real details of their relationship private. All that the major news outlets know is that Jensen is marrying his partner of five years, Jared Padalecki, whom he met at the gala launch of Ackles Alternative Energy; Jared was to head up the newest division of Ackles Enterprises. The best story was one that was rooted in truth, after all. AAE was real, born from Jared’s idea to lease a good piece of land out to a wind farm. Green energy was proving to be a steadily growing and profitable industry. Plus, AAE netted excellent publicity for doing something good for the environment.
Given Jensen and Jared’s true careers they wanted their wedding details to be handled by someone within the Organization. They tapped the Ackles’s long-time housekeeper Samantha Smith to plan their wedding. She was efficient, capable, and knew the importance of keeping things quiet. She had already seen to all the big details, the venue, catering, décor, and theme. Jared wanted everything classic and masculine, designer and tasteful. Jensen was amenable to that. His tastes and Jared’s lined up well in that regard. As far as the big details went things were pretty much set. They had bought out the entire Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek resort for their wedding. Their guests would enjoy all the luxury amenities the resort had to offer and Jared and Jensen would jet away to an island in the Caribbean for two weeks of sun, sand, and sex. As far as preparations went there wasn’t a lot left to do. They had a final fitting of their tuxes and to decide on a cake, but other than that everything was sorted.
Jensen’s stomach did a little lurch. He never thought he would get married, even after it became legal for gay couples, he hadn’t given it serious thought. Jared never brought the subject up either, until he did, a year ago.
Jared was everywhere, around him, on him, and deep inside him, so fucking deep Jensen couldn’t swallow without feeling him in his throat. There was something so intense about his lover tonight. He wasn’t being dominant or demanding in his lovemaking.
“Say you’ll marry me,” Jared panted, moving his hips in lazy rolls so his cock rubbed over Jensen’s prostate, tormenting him, keeping him on the edge of coming.
Jensen gasped around a moan. “Wh-ah-what?”
Jared switched it up then, hammering into him with short punishing strokes. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” Jensen chanted, hanging on to Jared’s broad shoulder, nails digging into the firm muscle.
Jared’s eyes were so black with lust but there was longing and apprehension in them. Jared stopped jackhammering his ass and returned to his slow and deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
Jared’s hand grasped Jensen’s throat and squeezed. Jensen’s eyes widened as he struggled to breathe. Jared’s thrusts stopped, deep he was so fucking deep. He struggled to breathe, but he couldn’t. It had been years since Jensen was able to climax without being touched, but he was almost there. His nerves were on fire, his cock ached, his balls were full and tight. He knew when he finally blew his load it would hurt in the best way.
“I have you every way one person can have another. Now, I want you legally. Fucking marry me.”
Jensen struggles to answer. His mouth opens and closes but he has no voice. Yes, yes, yes, I love you and I want to be yours. I always have been. Frantically, he nods his head. Jared’s eyes glitter and a smirk quirks up his soft pink lips. He goes back to pounding Jensen’s ass, pushing in so hard and fast that Jensen is jolted up the bed. His hands tighten around Jensen’s neck.
Jared comes with a deep guttural growl and Jensen soon follows; black spots popping before his eyes as they roll back into his head. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, edging into painful as his cock erupted and balls emptied
“You with me, baby?” Jared’s lazy voice intrudes on the peace and bliss Jensen was soaking in.
He blinks his eyes, realizing he must have passed out after that excruciating orgasm. His eyes are soft as he gazes down at Jensen, damp hair falling over his forehead, fingertips caressing Jensen’s face with light reverent touches.
“Hmmm, I think. This heaven?”
Jared flashes a lopsided smile before kissing him, slow and sweet. “You okay?”
“I’m terrific.” He sighs and stretches, ass aching pleasantly, cum trickling out of his used hole, and bones feeling liquefied. Only Jared has ever been able to make him feel this way: wholly used and owned but cherished.
“You meant it, right?” Jared asks. “You’ll really marry me?”
Jensen reaches up and brushes Jared’s hair away from his eyes before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for another searing kiss. Jensen breaks the kiss. “You know better than anyone, Jared, I always mean what I say, and say what I mean. I will marry you. I’m yours and you’re mine and it’s past time we make it legal.”
“And besides,” Jared says, bringing Jensen out of his reverie. “Two men getting married is always gonna be a big deal. This is the South, this is Texas. Things may have changed, but down here they ain’t changed all that much.”
Jensen scoffs at the ridiculousness of it, but realizes the truth in it. “Yeah, yeah.”
“If the attention really bothers you we can call it off. I would never want to do anything to bring you undue stress.”
Jensen’s heart, always so mushy when it came to Jared, melts a little more. Though he was trying to appear aloof and blasé as usual, it didn’t quite work. This wedding, their marriage, was important to Jared, probably more important than even Jared knew himself or was willing to admit.
“Jare, I’m a grumpy bastard and only getting grumpier the older I get, but never doubt that I don’t want this marriage as much as you do,” he assures.
Jensen was forty-six, eking ever closer to fifty; there were more lines around his eyes and mouth and more grey than blond in his hair, but he had never felt better. Jared had turned forty-two a few months ago and was still the sexiest most magnetic man Jensen had ever known. He couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else. He had really been gone for Jared from the moment he had set foot into his office twenty years ago. Despite all the controlled havoc around planning a wedding he had a deep sense of calm and peace. His businesses were thriving, he was soon to be a married man, and in June Colin would be graduating from college.
“Well, if it gets too much all you have to say is ‘Cinnamon’.”
Jensen cocked a brow at the use of his safeword. “Our wedding is not equal to a BDSM scene, Jared.”
“Hey, Jense?” Jared asks.
Jensen can hear the laughter in Jared’s voice. He slowly turns his head and fixes his fiancé with a hard stare. Jensen will give his man all the credit in the world, he is a ruthless son of a bitch, but Jensen also knows Jared is a snarky sarcastic bastard. “What?” He dreads Jared’s answer.
“Are you gonna have to grant favors to anyone who asks them of you on the day of our wedding?”
Jensen sighs heavily and facepalms. Jared had been making Godfather jokes since Jensen had accepted his marriage proposal. It annoyed Jensen to no end, but it gave Jared so much pleasure, that Jensen tolerated it.
“Gonna walk down the aisle to the Godfather Waltz?” Jared’s face lit up. “Wait. Can we do that?”
“I hate you so much, Jared.”
“Want me to send dead fishes to anyone who doesn’t RSVP?”
“Jared, I swear to God, you make one more Godfather joke, I’m calling off the wedding. Now, let’s get through finalizing this guest list. Pete is still coming, right? He’s your best man?”
Jared nods smiling. “Yeah. He hates leaving Brooklyn but will for this. He’s bringing Tara with him. It’ll be good to see the big bastard again.”
Indeed it would. “And Colin is flying in from Cali. He’s supposed to be here the seventeenth. I’ll call him and double check.”
Jensen’s heir apparent and surrogate son was away at college; all the way in fucking California at Stanford, studying Law. Oh, the irony. The boy had come a long way in the last six years under Jensen’s tutelage.
The oak door opens and a blond young man hesitantly pokes his head in. “Mr. Ackles? Sir? Michael Rosenbaum said you wanted to see me?” His tentative voice was respectful and held a hint of awe in it.
Jensen was, as Jared always called him, the Big Boss Man, and it wasn’t often he dealt with those as low on the totem as young Mr. Ford. During his search for a successor, Jensen had met with many initiates and each one had had that same tone of bewildered awe in their voice that Colin had.
“Yes, Mr. Ford. Please come in.”
The door opens wider and the young man fully enters the office. He’s tall and lanky with a mass of blond hair and disarming blue eyes that radiate curiosity and caution but not fear. His clothes, jeans and a worn Metallica tee, are clean but baggy. Jesus. For a second he has a moment of confused vertigo and almost feels as if he’s looking at a very young Jared.
Jensen rises and comes around from behind his desk. “Please, sit.” He indicates the chair in front of his desk.
Colin crosses over to the chair. Not hesitant but not confident either. He takes a seat, resting his right ankle over his left knee. As Jensen watches a change passes over the young man. His face goes carefully blank and eyes impassive. So young and he already has an impressive pokerface but he should have locked it in before he came into the office.
“That was a nice piece of business with the undercover cop.” Jensen had called in a number of young and eager members of his Organization in his search for a new successor, but the thing that drew Jensen’s attention to Colin was three weeks ago the kid had alerted Mad Mike to an undercover Narc officer trying to entrap buyers and dealers alike. Based on the kid’s intel Mad Mike had taken the bastard out, saving the Organization a lot of time and money.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Tell me, Mr. Ford, are you interested in staying with the Organization? Furthering yourself within its ranks? Or is dealing simply a means to an end?”
“I needed a job that paid good. Not many of those around for kids my age that are legit.”
Jensen pondered that. Money. Colin was motivated by money. It was always a motivator but usually if you looked deeper there was something else. “What’s your home situation like that you need a fat income at your age? You’re what? Sixteen?”
Colin’s indifferent façade cracked at the mention of his home life. Just a subtle twitch of his brows and a sneer to his mouth before it was back in place. Just enough for Jensen to know it was a sore spot. “Seventeen, sir, and I gotta take care of myself now that I’m old enough.”
“Your parents?” Jensen presses gently.
Flash of anger in his eyes and a sharp exhale but nothing else. “My father died when I was six and my mother, well, she likes vodka.” It’s a statement spoken with bald cynicism far beyond Colin’s youth. “I got fucking tired of cleaning up her puke and nursing her through hangovers, so I left.”
“You have a place to stay? If you would like, the Organization’s attorney Julian Richings could petition the court to have you declared an emancipated minor.”
“Mr. Rosenbaum found me a place to stay. Emancipated? That means I could really be on my own? Not have to deal with my mother again?”
“Yes. To become an emancipated minor you’d need to prove to a court you could support yourself. I could give you a job on paper at my company at a living wage, and, as I said, Mr. Richings would take care of the legalities.”
“I’d appreciate that, Mr. Ackles, but what would I have to do for you?” His tone is speculative but his eyes are dark with distaste.
“Nothing and certainly not anything close to what you may be thinking. I don’t take advantage of those weak or in need and I don’t certainly fuck with children, Colin. It is abhorrent to me.” He thinks of his Jared, sixteen and alone and preyed upon by Kurt Fuller. He’d kill him again if he could. His brows draw together as an unpleasant notion occurs to him. “No one in my Organization has made overtures to you have they? At least none you didn’t invite.”
“No, sir,” Colin answers emphatically. “The guys I’ve met are cool and Mr. Rosenbaum is a nice guy. Cares about us guys working for him, and so do you. Not to kiss your ass or anything.”
Jensen can’t help the grin. He likes this kid. He’s honest, observant, and intelligent. “I know when someone is kissing my ass, Colin.”
Color rises in the young man’s boyish face and he ducks his head. “Yeah, of course.”
“Remember this, Colin: those in our business are not nice guys. I am not a nice guy and neither is anyone working for me. We can’t afford to be. We are however capable of doing good and nice things. Don’t confuse the two.”
Colin’s young face is thoughtful for several seconds. “Maybe they aren’t nice, but the guys I’ve seen, and how they are with each other. I like that. More of that.”
There it is, Jensen thinks. Colin’s real motivation: friendship, family. Everyone in the Organization wants something, was looking for something. Sometimes it’s the superficial shit, money and power. Jared certainly wanted that when he started, but over time Jensen understood what Jared really longed for was security and a home. The things that had been taken from him when he was a child. His guys: Tommy Blue, Stevie Guitar, Lazy Jase, and Kane had been outsiders all their life for one reason or another and then they became brothers.
“I can offer that.” Jensen reaches into his pocket and pulls out his platinum money clip, a gift from Jared, engraved with the words Big Boss Man, and peels off three one hundred dollar bills. “If you are interested be here Sunday at seven o’clock. I’m having a little get-together with my very close friends. Mr. Rosenbaum will also be there. No pressure. I do ask if you choose to attend, that you please dress formally.” He extends his hand.
Colin gazes at him with appraising eyes before taking Jensen’s hand and shaking in, accepting the fold of bills in the palm. “I’ll think about it, sir. Thank you.”
Jensen honestly hadn’t been sure if Colin would show up, but he had—looking very put together in a deep red suit. The IC seemed to accept him, and, more importantly, Jared accepted him. With a little training he would be the perfect heir.
Jensen is out on the veranda, basking in the last rays of the dying sun. Though his eyes are not as sensitive to light as they were immediately after his rescue from the dark pit Collins had kept him he still wears dark sunglasses, more out of habit now than actual need. The days are getting shorter and Jensen’s anxiety with the coming dark makes him uneasy. He wants Jared but his man was helping young Mr. Ford move into the main house of the Ackles Compound. Since Jensen had chosen the young man as his new successor he felt it only right he should be in close proximity so Jensen could easily teach Colin all he would need to know. His IC guys were smart enough to realize Jensen had big plans with regard to the young man the moment he sat to Jensen’s left the night of Mad Mike’s dinner and treated him accordingly.
He heard Jared’s booming laugh as well as Colin’s, their laughter and voices drifting in through the open bedroom door.
“I’m tellin’ you, Chevy, you are wrong about that,” Jared says emphatically. “Load and Reload are departures sound-wise but totally brilliant albums. I’d even say their best, but you’re young. You’ll appreciate them more when you’re older.”
“A departure is one thing, but those albums are just not Metallica. At all,” Colin says equally emphatic. “They sound so mainstream it’s almost Pop-ish. And Mama Said is totally a country song. Country!”
“Agree to disagree, Kid. Now, this whole floor belongs exclusively to Jensen and me. No one is allowed up here without permission, and definitely not into our bedroom. Understand, young blood?”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Ackles said he wanted to see me after I got settled though.”
“I know, that’s why I brought you up here. He’s out on the veranda. Jense? Chevy’s here.”
“I’m not deaf, Jared,” Jensen calls. “I heard y’all. Come out here for a moment, please, Mr. Ford.”
“Hey,” Jared greets, voice soft with affection. He bends and kisses Jensen on the mouth. “I’m hungry. I’m gonna go raid the kitchen. You want anything?”
“I’m good.”
“Okay,” Jared gives him another kiss before he departs leaving Jensen alone with his heir. If their display of affection bothered him, Colin gives nothing away. Half of the IC are gay and the others are heteroflexible. If the kid is homophobic he won’t last long. Jensen tends to believe Colin doesn’t give a shit.
“I trust your new accommodations are satisfactory.”
“It’s amazing here. I think the room I was staying in before could fit in the closet of my new room.”
“You’re comfortable? Have everything you need?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you still go to school or did you drop out?”
He gives a noncommittal shrug. “I’d try but I’d miss a lot because I’d stay home to take care of mom with her hangovers and look after the house, until I left.”
Jensen had Aldis look into the young man’s background after he first met with him. Colin’s father worked for Dallas Light and Power and had died on the job, electrocuted. Jensen gleaned from what Colin had already told him that his mother dealt with the loss by drinking. Jensen’s heart goes out to the kid, shouldering the responsibility of a household because of a mother too lost in her grief to realize her son needed her. He wants to be angry at Colin’s mother, but he thinks about how he would be if something happened to Jared. He’d be tempted to crawl into a bottle and never come out as well, but he and Jared didn’t have a child depending on them. “Do you want to finish school?”
“I don’t know. It’s…. I never seemed to fit in. The other kids used to pick on me for being little all the time, or because my clothes weren’t right. Petty shit.” He says the last with a sneer worthy of Jared.
“I can arrange for you to go to Chilton Prep. That’s where I went. You can finish out your junior and senior years there. The kids who go there are all very academically driven. I think you’d thrive there.”
“What about dealing?”
“Oh, you’ll not want for customers there, trust me. Unless you don’t want to deal anymore. I can find work for you somewhere else. It’s not a problem.”
“Can I work with Jared?” Colin asks eagerly.
Jensen gives an indulgent smile. He thought that the two had a bond from their interactions at Rosenbaum’s induction dinner, and, just now, hearing them talk music furthered that. He was glad. Colin and Jensen would be spending a lot of time together, and eventually Jared and Colin would spend time together. Hell, Colin would be spending time with every member of the Inner Circle during his education.
“Jared has moved away from the rackets over the years. He does other things for the Organization now. Things you are not ready to know about, let alone participate in.”
The young man can’t hide his disappointment. “Everyone works their way up, Colin,” Jensen soothes.
Colin stiffens his spine, eyes bright and earnest. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir.”
Jensen had been correct in his assessment that Colin would thrive at Chilton, though, because of gaps in his public education, Colin had to repeat his junior year. He gets straight A’s in all of his honors classes, joins the Speech club and excels on the debate team. He dates and makes friends, but still keeps himself separate, cleaving his life as Colin Ford, Straight-A-Honor-Student from Colin Ford junior member of the Ackles Organization with precision. He deals on the side, but Jensen assigns him to DJ Qualls bookmaking crew.
In his senior year, Colin applies to many colleges, both in state and out, amassing a pile of acceptance letters from them all. He has his pick of any of the top schools in the country and Jensen and Jared are exceedingly proud. Jensen figured he would go to UTD, further following in Jensen’s footsteps, or maybe to UTA. Austin was a quirky lively city that had everything a college student could want but was still close enough to Dallas if Jensen had need of Colin. Jensen was quickly learning that for Colin’s similarities to himself and Jared, Colin was very much his own man.
“Jensen?” Colin’s cautious voice from the other side of the bedroom door.
“Yes, Colin. You can come in. Jared and I are not in flagrante delicto.” He was, in fact, lounging in his and Jared’s big new memory foam bed alone, sipping a cup of excellent espresso and munching on biscotti. Jensen was so in love with this mattress; he never wanted to leave. If a man could marry an inanimate object Jensen would marry this fucking mattress.
“Thank fuck. Catching you guys once was enough. I’m scarred for life,” Colin said as he entered the master suite. Jared has been a horrible influence on the boy. He used to wear jeans and t-shirts now he goes around in slacks, dress shirts, blazers, sport coats and Italian leather wingtips, all very stylish and fashionable, but somehow seemed wrong on a nineteen year old.
“It was a beautiful natural act, Colin,” Jensen smirks at the kid’s squinched face of disgust.
“Where is Jared?”
“It’s poker night for the IC.” It used to be Jensen and Peter’s “Book Club” as the IC called it. He and Peter still stayed in touch and talked books, and other topics, but through letters and the occasional phone call. Jensen, like Jared wished Pete would switch to email. And he like Jared missed the big man but was happy that Pete seemed to have found some peace. He had found a job he loved and even had a woman in his life. His mother had succumbed to her cancer despite all the excellent doctors Jensen put him in touch with but he had eased the worst of her suffering. “Want me to get Jare?”
“No, I guess not. I just wanted to…. Well.” He crosses the room in determined strides and thrusts a letter in front of Jensen.
Jensen reaches into the pocket of his robe for his glasses and perches them on his nose before taking the paper from Colin.
“Dear Mr. Ford. On behalf of Stanford University, I would like to welcome you….” Jensen fades off. He had already been accepted at UTD and UTA, Yale, Dartmouth, and Brown. He looks up at the young man and gives him a smile. “Another one for the pile.”
“I applied to Berkley and UCLA, too, but this is the school I really want to go to. It was kinda a pipe dream when I was still living with mom at home. I knew I could never afford to go, or even manage to get in but now….”
“Now, you have and you have the means.” Jensen states.
“But I’m a Made Man in the Organization now.”
Jensen sighs. Yes, Jared has been a big influence; it makes his heart do a silly little patter. “You’ve been hanging around Jared too long, Colin. This is not La Cosa Nostra. I don’t have Made Men.”
Colin does that thing that Jared does where he tosses his hair from his eyes and rolls them. “Same difference,” he says dismissively; even fucking sounding like Jared. He blows out a breath before continuing. “I know why you picked me to move in here, why you spend so much time teaching me. You want me to be your successor.”
Jensen cups his chin in his thumb and forefinger and regards the young man before him. “You are.”
“I can’t go?”
In the two years Colin has been around he has learned how to keep his control and shut off his emotions, but Jensen can tell how much going to Stanford means to Colin, hears the longing in his voice and sees the pleading in those eyes he can’t quite hide. Jensen loves this kid and there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for him, but the idea of having him so far from home, scares him. Colin is his future. He knows Colin is more grounded and responsible than most kids his age. If he was all the way in California he wouldn’t be around to continue to work and learn the rackets and he had so much more to learn.
“I’m not your father, Colin. You’re over eighteen. You don’t have to ask permission or answer to anyone.”
Colin holds his gaze and an awareness passes between them. No, he is not Colin’s father, but he is as close to one as Colin has. He looks to him for guidance and approval. Jared is more a brother/partner in crime.
“We both know that’s not true, sir.”
For the last few months Colin has been less formal with Jensen, addressing him by his name instead of sir or Mr. Ackles. The fact that he has switched back to the more formal address feels a bit like a rebuke.
“It is. Didn’t I just say this isn’t La Cosa Nostra? The men in my Organization take no vows, make no promises. All I ask for is loyalty.”
“Yet you send Jared to execute—”
“Those who betray me,” Jensen cuts across him, putting a little Big Boss Man in his voice. “You going to college would not be a betrayal.”
Colin’s posture, which had been stiff as if readying for a fight, relaxes. “I can go to Stanford?”
Jensen gazes at the boy—young man, so obviously eager to go, yearning for it, but struggling to contain it. Jensen runs through worse case scenarios. Colin being killed, Colin snitching, Colin wanting to go legit. They would all mean the last two years of teaching and mentoring him would be for naught and he would have to find another heir.
There were others he remunerated on before deciding on Colin. He thought of Matt Cohen and Brock Kelly; both had experience but they were doing exceedingly well in their positions running the guns. Jensen did not want to disrupt that operation and neither Brock nor Matt would be as moldable as Colin.
“With a few provisos. You come home for every break and keep working the rackets. You do not go shooting your mouth off about the Organization,” He doubted the kid would, if his behavior in high school was anything to go by, but away from home, away from his and Jared’s influence, that could change.
“Jensen? If I go would I be forfeiting my place as your heir? I don’t want that. I’d choose you and the Organization over anything, anyone.”
Emotion wells up inside Jensen and he has to swallow hard. He is so proud of Colin, proud the lessons in loyalty and honor he and Jared have taught him over the last two years he has taken them so much to heart. “No,” he says softly. “You are my chosen heir.” Jensen hardens his voice, pins the young man with a cold gaze. “But remember, your first duty is to me and the Organization. If I tell you to come home because you are needed you get your ass back here ASAP, no balking and no excuses.”
“Guest list and seating arrangement done,” Jared says, gathering up the papers they had been sorting through, before slapping them down on the night table. “You know, if I had realized how much shit was involved in a wedding I woulda just taken you to Vegas.”
Jensen fixes Jared with a deadpan stare. “No, you would never. You hate Vegas and think it’s tacky.”
“Touché, but it’d still be cool to walk the same streets Meyer Lansky and Bugsy Siegel once walked. The fucking founding godfathers of Vegas.” Jared’s eyes glowed with the zeal they always held when talking about his mobster idols.
Jensen sighs and stifles a yawn. He takes off his glasses and sets them on his night table. “Tomorrow we gotta go to Sheppard’s and do the final fitting of our tuxes.”
Jared moves closer, breath hot on Jensen’s neck where he sucks bruising kisses. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself, you surrounded by all kinds of luxurious fabrics and designer suits. I might come in my pants and I haven’t done that in a very long time.”
He rubs Jensen’s chest, teases a nipple. Jensen gasps and arches, cock perking up. After twenty years together they should be tired of each other, right? Or at least the flames of passion banked, but, no they were still as hot for each other as ever; their lovemaking still sizzlingly kinky and never mundane. Jared lowered his head and his teeth and tongue took the place of his fingers on Jensen’s nipple.
“Gotta get in all the fucking we can before your mother arrives.”
“Fuck, Jared, do not mention my mother during foreplay.” Donna would be arriving in two days and Jensen was nervous about it. She did not like that Jensen had taken over the Organization from his father. Their relationship was cordial, if strained. When they talked it was usually about mundane things. Jensen knew, on some level, that Jared missed having a parental figure in his life. Jensen would gladly share his mother with Jared, but Jensen hoped like hell Donna wouldn’t end up disappointing him.
Jared raises his head, bites his lip. “She’ll like me, right?”
Jensen reaches out a hand and laces his fingers through Jared’s hair, he still keeps it long but now there are threads of grey appearing at his temples. “She already does. Now, fuck me, Sir.”
CH 2
