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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Fantasy, boys_with
      powers, dark_boys, murder_really, just_go_with_it, Minor_Character_Death
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-20 Words: 4448
****** for your heart to catch ******
by toxica939
Summary
     Their eyes meet just as Jared slides into his seat at the back of the
     room. Just for second. And then Jared’s desk bursts into flames.
Notes
     Like, smutty J2 X-Men? It's a thing.
Jensen was six when his parents finally sent him to Parkway Institute and to be
honest he doesn’t really remember a lot about before. He remembers the cold,
but that’s tied so tightly into every memory, every now, he’s ever had, that it
doesn’t even count. The cold is what he is.
He does remember driving up to the Institute though, up the long, winding
driveway, through the iron gates. He remembers the first time he ever saw the
sprawling lawn and the dark red brick of main manor house every time he looks
at it. Probably because not a single thing has changed. Everything’s still
choked by ivy, the fountain in the quad (to the left of the dorms and behind
the library) struggling on, dripping wetly through tangles of green. Obviously
that first time he hadn’t realised the ivy was all Jeff’s fault. At the time
he’d probably blamed his mom.
Jensen’s father had guided him up the stone steps, one big hand on his
shoulder, warm even through Jensen’s layers and pushed him away. He definitely
remembers that. Watching his parents hand him off to Jeff through child’s eyes.
He hadn’t understood then that this was for always. He’d thought they'd come
back for him.
Of course he gets it now. He’s been sleeping in this room ever since. Third
floor of the dorm, second door on the left after the stairs, one bed and no
water pipes near by. Naturally.
Jensen at twenty one sees thing quite a bit differently than the Jensen he was
at six. He doesn’t hate his parents any more for one. Well. No more than he
hates anyone else anyway.
; ;
It’s sunny today, which is uncomfortable for Jensen but a blessed relief for
everyone else, winter finally giving way to spring. It didn’t take a genius to
figure out how well Jensen and a big ole snow storm would get along. It’s not
that he minds the sun of course, enjoys the way the heat seeps through his
sweater, spreads along his aching bones. He’s like a cat by a fire whenever the
sun comes out though, and he’s not the sort of guy who likes people to watch
him stretch.
Chris collars him by the humanities block, slaps a hand down on Jensen’s back
and hisses when his finger tips graze the bare skin of Jensen’s neck.
“Dude, cover that shit up,” Chris mutters, sucking his fingers into his mouth
to ease the bite.
Jensen rolls his eyes and doesn’t feel bad. Every kid in the place knows better
than to touch him so carelessly. They see the black leather gloves he wears
like a shield for exactly that. No one ever said Chris was smart though.
“I know, I know,” Chris sighs, “Don’t touch the ice princess. Sorry dude, but
Jeff’s looking for you.”
“What for?”
Chris shrugs, still wincing a little, “Hell if I know. Something to do with the
new recruits?”
It’s the first weekend in March. That means a fresh influx of kids and at least
three extra classes for Jensen’s schedule. He’s about as thrilled as he ever is
about anything.
“Yeah. I’ll drop by his office before class. We still on for later?”
“Sure,” Chris is already backing away, “I’ll call Anna. Bring those magic
fingers boy, you know I hate warm beer.”
Sometimes Jensen worries that being friends with Chris is only going to make
everything harder in the long run.
; ;
The door to Jeff’s office is open when Jensen gets there, which is odd in and
of itself. After fifteen years in this place, Jensen’s a fan of the familiar.
Jeff is usually one thing he can count on for that.
“Jeff?” he calls, stepping over a tangle of roots where they knot around a
chair.
Jeff looks up from where he’s hunched over his desk, “Jensen. Close the door.”
He doesn’t speak again until Jensen’s taken a seat, leather covered hands
clasped in his lap.
“We’ve got a lead on Welling,” Jeff says, voice hushed.
“And?”
“He’s headed north. Possibly Canada, which could be good news for you.”
Jensen shrugs, “Not in summer.”
“Jensen,” Jeff fixes him with a pointed look, “I brought you in on this because
you said you wanted in. I don’t need to tell you there’s no room for a change
of heart.”
“Haven’t you heard Jeff?” Jensen asks, face blank as ever, “I don’t have a
heart.”
Jeff sits back in his chair, rubs at his beard. “That’s exactly what I thought
you’d say.”
It annoys Jensen how easily Jeff can get inside his head. Even if it is like
being underwater most of the time.
“Glad to be of service chief. You’ll keep me informed?” he asks, rising.
Jeff nods, “Sure. And Jensen? Try not to scare the new kids? It was difficult
enough to swing you this gig in the first place. We wont find you a better
cover.”
Jensen just rolls his eyes and slips out of the office.
He can’t wait to see the look on Jeff’s face.
; ;
Jared Padalecki is the ninth student to stroll into Jensen’s second class of
the day.
He towers above the kids around him, one tall drink of water with hair in his
eyes. He’s fucking golden, long tan limbs and broad shoulders beneath the
thinnest t shirt Jensen’s ever seen. As soon as the kid walks in the door, a
wave of warmth rushes through Jensen, it’s the fastest his blood has moved in
years and it makes his stomach drop to the fucking floor.
Their eyes meet just as Jared slides into his seat at the back of the room.
Just for second. And then Jared’s desk bursts into flames.
In all the commotion, kids screaming and diving out of the room Jensen’s quick
reactions surprise even himself.
“Carl,” he yells, because he knows the kid’s in here somewhere, probably
shitting himself. “Carl, fucking spray it. You want the whole room to go up?”
Carl’s a tiny little guy. Blonde hair and freckles. Jensen think he probably
gets a lot of shit from the other kids. Carl opens his mouth, vomits salt water
all over the flames and Jensen chokes on smoke as it rises. He whips his gloves
off and drops to the floor, palm down on the dirty tile, lets the freeze spread
until the kids are stuck to the ground and Carl’s eyes glaze over when the
water in his throat turns solid.
No one moves when the fire finally turns to ice. And Jensen falls back against
his desk panting. Every eye in the room is on him, the kids have never seen him
take his gloves off before, most of them probably thought his abilities were a
joke.
There’s a fat girl on her knees beside Carl and she’s crying. Jensen wonders if
the kid had a girlfriend after all. It’s sort of funny that he won’t get fired
for killing one of his students.
Jared’s still sat at his desk, totally untouched by the explosion and,
apparently, the only kid in the room not shaking with cold. His desk’s a
blackened mess, covered in a thick layer of clear ice now and Jared should be
dead. Should be frozen solid just like Carl.
Jensen doesn’t dare meet his eyes again, instead catching on the pool of sweat
gathered in the hollow of Jared’s throat.
; ;
Chris slaps a beer in his hand later that evening and smirks hard. “Hear you
had a little fun in class today.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, swallows quickly before his drink can freeze, “If you
call a dead student fun. Jeff nearly had a heart attack.”
Anna looks up at him from the other side of the pool table, dark red hair
falling across her arm like a curtain. “I can’t believe no one told you about
Jared Padalecki.”
“What?” Even just hearing the name makes Jensen’s insides twist up.
She sighs, twists her lips like she always does when he’s irritating her,
“Jensen, that kid is bad news. He fried his whole family. Kid can make fire out
of thin air and he doesn’t know how to control it.”
“Bullshit,” says Chris, “He’s just a kid.”
Anna puts her hands on her hips, “Christian. No one in this place
is just anything.”
; ;
Jensen’s reading in his room the Thursday after the fire. Jensen’s been
suspended from taking classes at least until Jeff can clear up that Carl kid’s
funeral. Jensen can’t even bring himself to feel bad.
The knock on his door is a surprise, because no one in the dorm would fucking
dare interrupt him when his door’s closed but Jensen knows who it is, feels it
as deep in his bones as he feels the cold.
“Come in Jared,” he calls, but doesn’t get up.
Jared’s shirtless when he ducks in the door, loose pair of basketball shorts
falling to his knees and all that bare flesh. Christ.
The air prickles with electricity as soon as the door shuts.
Jared stands in the middle of Jensen’s room awkwardly, rubs the back of his
neck and it shouldn’t be adorable. Not when the kid’s probably a murderer. But
when has Jensen ever given a shit about should?
“How’d you know it was me?” Jared asks in the end.
Jensen shrugs, “Same way you knew I wouldn’t kill you if you came in here,” he
shakes his head when Jared opens his mouth to protest, “I know what they say
about me kid. It’s all true.”
Jared’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click and they look at each other for
a while. Jensen can feel his skin prickling with heat, which is such an odd
sensation that it’s got his heart pounding in his throat.
“I’m not a kid,” Jared says. He sounds out of breath suddenly and Jensen knows
exactly how he feels.
Jensen smiles. He feels reckless, totally swept up in Jared’s eyes. “I can see
that.” He says and Jesus, he flirting. He doesn’t think he’s ever flirted
before in his life, not without some sort of ulterior motive.
Jared bites at his lip and Jensen watches sweat break out across his shoulders,
he can see sparks licking around Jared’s fingertips and it makes his dick
twitch. “I didn’t actually come here to fuck,” Jared says.
Well. Jensen has to laugh at that, he can’t remember the last time he laughed
like this. “I should hope not. I’m not in the mood to clear up another dead
body today.”
Jared’s brow creases, “What?” He moves to sit on the edge of Jensen’s bed and
Jensen purposefully does not notice the way Jared’s tan skin looks against his
sheets.
“I don’t believe for a second you haven’t asked anyone about me,” Jensen says,
holds up his hands and shows Jared his gloves, “You touch my skin, you die,”
Jensen shrugs, he’s pretty much over the situation at this point, “It might
ruin the orgasm for you.”
It’s not as though Jensen’s never thought about sex. He’s a guy at the end of
the day after all, it’s just. It’s never really seemed worth the hassle. He
doesn’t think fucking a corpse would turn him on anyway. He’s not sure.
“You can’t hurt me,” Jared says, resting his arms on wide spread knees and
fixing Jensen with a level gaze, “You gave my whole class frostbite just from
being in the same room as you and all it did was make me feel good.”
Now it’s Jensen’s turn to be confused, “What?”
Jared makes a frustrated noise, “You can’t hurt me Jensen. I make fire, you
can’t freeze me, it wouldn’t work. You don’t have to be afraid of hurting me.”
That’s not something Jensen had considered. Why would he be afraid of that?
He clears his throat, he does not like feeling confused and Jared seems to have
that effect, “So what did you home here for?”
If the swift change of subject bothers Jared it doesn’t show. “I was hoping you
could give me some pointers.”
“On what?”
Jared shrugs, “Control I guess. I’ve never seen anyone with such a hold over
their abilities as you. You could have killed everyone in this place by now if
you wanted to and I can barely hold it together.”
“How old are you?” Jensen asks, partly because it matters and partly because he
just wants to know.
“Seventeen.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Hormones fuck us all over at your age. You’ll get a
handle on it.”
Jared shakes his head, “I want to get a handle on it now.”
Jensen rubs at his mouth and stands up. Something about this kid’s getting
under his skin and he doesn’t know how to stop it. “You’re in good hands at
this place, Jared. No one’s going to let you hurt anyone, you don’t need to
worry about it.”
Jared moves to stand in front of him, heat rolling off his skin in waves. “I’m
not worried about that. I’m worried that if you don’t teach me how to hold it
together, I’ll get caught when I do kill em.” He’s smirking when he says it,
eyes deadly and Jensen feels himself sway in closer, until they’re almost
touching and he can feel Jared's breath on his face.
“I should report you for that.”
Jared laughs and it would probably burn Jensen’s lips if that was possible,
“But you won’t. I know whose side you’re on.”
Jensen lets his eyes flutter closed, he feels so warm. Heat flooding through
him until he can’t catch his breath.
Jared’s fingers curl in Jensen’s shirt suddenly, like he just can’t hold back
and Jensen’s eyes open. He watches Jared chewing at his lips, eyes squeezed
shut so tightly. He wants to take that last step, wants to press himself up
against that big body, feel the heat spread through him like nothing ever has.
He has never wanted anything this much.
“Touch me,” Jared whispers, like it hurts.
“No.”
“Please. I know you want it too.”
Jensen hauls himself away. And that does hurt. But it breaks the spell enough
that Jared blinks, looking lost and shaky. “We can’t do this.”
Jared’s lip curls, “We already are.”
And it’s true. He feels like the molecules in his body have shifted, opened up
around a Jared shaped space in his chest and it’s aching, waiting to be filled
up. Not touching Jared is painful but he can’t risk it. He’d rather ache than
hurt Jared. Jensen thinks that should probably feel like more of a revelation
than it does.
Jensen backs up as far as he can go, back to the wall. “Meet me out by the lake
tomorrow. Five a.m. You want to learn control of that, we’re gonna need a lot
of water.”
Jared’s still breathing erratically but that seems to settle him some. “Okay.”
; ;
The first time the train together, Jared sets fire to a tree.
The second time he about sets fire to the lake.
It’s not until the fifth time, watching Jared happily tossing a ball of flame
from one hand to the other that Jensen relaxes. He sits down beside the lake
and lets the early morning sun wash over him, its barely peeking between the
trees yet but it still feels soft on his skin. Everything feels nicer when
Jared’s around, Jensen’s coming to realise.
“So,” Jared says, dropping down beside him a careful distance away. He’s about
given up trying to get Jensen to touch him. “How did you wind up here anyway?”
Jensen pulls a face, he’s never told anyone the truth about that but when he
opens his mouth to lie, what he actually says is, “I put my baby sister in the
hospital when I was six. My parents brought me here before I even realised it
was my fault.”
Jared nods, like it’s not a big deal. “Yeah. I checked myself in after the
thing with my parents. It was either that or go underground because dude.
Prison? Not my idea of fun.”
Jensen feels his heart trip in his chest, “So it’s true then? What people say
about you.”
Jared shrugs, looks him right in the eye, “Isn’t it usually?”
And the way he says it, no fucking remorse at all, it makes Jensen’s blood run
hot, makes him shiver and bite at his lip. No one has ever had this effect on
him.
Jared shakes the moment away, tosses his fireball into the lake where it bursts
in a cloud of mist. Kid cheers like he’s made a slam dunk.
“Freeze it,” Jared says suddenly, “I want to see it.”
Jensen knows exactly what he asking for, “I’m not a performing monkey. It’s
dangerous.”
“What have I told you about worrying about me?” Jared asks, moves closer until
he’s kneeling the grass between Jensen’s spread legs, “You can’t hurt me Jen.
I’m the fire to your ice.”
Jensen bites his lip so he won’t do something stupid. Like kiss Jared. Or bite
at his throat or something.
Jared pouts his bottom lip out a little, “Please? I promise to throw a fire
ball in your face if it starts to hurt. How about that?”
Jensen laughs, in spite of himself, “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Isn’t it?”
He sighs. He should know by now that he can’t say no to Jared. He’s barely
clinging on to his no touching rule and that’s the one thing he’s always taken
for granted.
Fuck it, he thinks, nips the tip of his gloved finger between his teeth and
pulls his hand free. He pointedly ignores the way Jared’s eyes snag on his
hands. Jared’s so fucking close, right between his legs and their lips would
brush if Jensen moved forward just a little. Instead he presses his palm to the
ground and pushes, feels the ground turn cold beneath him, watches the lake
crisp over Jared’s shoulder because looking at Jared’s face is too dangerous.
But Jared ducks left, locks their eyes together and makes Jensen watch him.
He’s shivering like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, doesn’t look even a
little bit pained and Jensen nearly bites through his own lip when he notices
Jared erection, outlined and heavy in his sweats.
Jared drops his head down between is shoulders, panting, butts his head against
Jensen’s chest and it burns even through his hoodie. “Please,” Jared’s begging,
over and over until it’s not even a word anymore.
Jensen shakes his head even though Jared’s not looking anymore, his whole world
has narrowed to this. To them.
“Do it,” Jensen says, “You want it so bad, you do it.”
Jared’s head snaps up and he’s shoving his sweats down before Jensen can blink.
Fuck. His cock’s perfect, long and thick, flushed warm with blood. Jensen falls
back on his elbows when Jared wraps a hand around himself, head thrown back as
he fucks up into his own fists, these little jerks of his hips.
Jensen’s own cock is throbbing but he knows enough about Jared’s control not to
risk it. Just watches, mouth dry as Jared winds himself up tighter and tighter.
Jared comes on Jensen’s jeans, right up the inside of his left thigh. And when
Jensen gets up, leaves Jared panting in the frozen grass with his pants around
his knees, all he’s thinking about is getting back to his room so he can taste
it.
; ;
They start hanging out more after that. Just simple stuff, Jensen takes Jared
along for a beer with Chris and Anna every now and again. He loves the look on
Anna’s face when Jared charms the pants off her right away.
Jared introduces him to comic books, which really. He must like the kid.
They’re holed up in Jensen’s room watching some shitty kung fu movie Jared
likes when Jensen tells him the truth.
“Jeff’s a double,” he says, speaking quietly, like you do when it’s dark, “He’s
trying to kill Welling and he thinks I want to help.”
Jared’s face flickers in the blue light from the TV but he doesn’t say
anything.
“He thinks I’m his good little soldier, working undercover for the dark side,”
Jensen says, “He hasn’t got a fucking clue. I’m going to take Welling’s head
off. And then I’m going to kill them all. Every last fucking one of them for
thinking they can control me.”
Jared’s looking at him now, eyes black and bottomless in the dark. He nods, “I
know.”
“What?” No one knows that.
Jared smiles, rubs his foot against Jensen’s belly through his sweater, “I told
you once that I knew whose side you’re on. Because you’re on mine Jen.”
“What?” he says again, stupidly.
Jared smiles even harder, swinging around so he can press his cheek against
Jensen’s palm through the leather of his gloves. He gets braver every day.
“We’re going to take them apart baby,” Jared says, sinks his teeth into
Jensen’s index finger until it hurts, “You’re not on your own anymore.”
; ;
Jensen’s known Jared for six months the first time he watches Jared kill
someone.
The kid's some blonde haired punk named Chad and Jensen’s seen him winding
Jared up before. He’s pretty sure they play ball together sometimes but it
takesChad pulling some slick moves on the sweet little girl in Jensen’s two
thirty class to get a rise out of Jared.
Her name’s Sandy and she’s beautiful. She’s not afraid of Jensen like most of
the girls her age and she got a smile sweeter than sugar. She’s also friends
with Jared, which is a problem for Jensen in the same way his own friendship
with Anna is.
When Jared finally snaps they’re out in the quad and he hits Chad right in the
stomach with biggest ball of fire Jensen’s ever seen. It leaves a smoking hole
in the kid so big Jensen’s pretty sure he can see all the way through.
It’s like time freezes after it happens, all the kids on the grass spluttering
to a halt. It’s not a rare occurrence for someone to die at this school, this
many children and teenagers with this many abilities? It’s bound to happen
every now and then but Jared’s cultivated such a careful persona that no one
expects it from him.
Jared just stands there, looks right through Chad for a while and then walks
away. He’s killed a guy he’s probably sneaked a beer with before now and it
hasn’t even touched him. Jensen’s so turned on he can’t think.
; ;
“I want you to stay away from Padalecki.” Is the first thing Jeff says to him
at their next meeting.
Jensen shifts awkwardly, “That’s not going to happen.”
“What?” there’s an ivy stem growing up the back wall of the office and it
freezes with Jeff’s surprise.
“I’m not going to stay away from Jared,” Jensen says, no one can touch him,
“He’s my friend.”
“You don’t have any friends Jensen.”
He shrugs, “I have Jared.”
Jeff slams a hand down on his desk, “For how long? You saw what he did
toMurray, the kid’s lucky he’s got no where else to go or he’d be out of here
on his ass. How long until he snaps like that again, I need you to have a clear
head about this Jensen. I can’t have you distracted.”
“Jared doesn’t distract me.” Is what he says. He loves me, is what he’s
thinking.
They regard each other for a moment. “You better hope that’s true”
Jensen lets his teeth flash, “Or what?”
He watches Jeff deflate, exactly the way Jared had said he would. It’s
hilarious how easy this is. “Jensen.” The old man sounds weary.
Jensen rises to his feet, nods once at Jeff. “Exactly,” he says.
; ;
When Jared gets out of solitary, which is pretty much the only punishment in
the school and is pretty much only pulled out for kids who blow holes in their
peers, he heads straight for Jensen’s room.
It’s mid afternoon, light slanting through the windows in weak, watery shafts
and Jared’s golden when he comes inside. He doesn’t even pause, heads straight
for Jensen where he’s sat at his desk, throws a leg across Jensen’s lap and
settles in. It’s the most physical contact Jensen has had in his entire life
and it’s a wonder he doesn’t come in his pants. Because it's Jared. In his lap.
“What are you doing?” he asks faintly, watching from outside his own body when
Jared starts to pull off Jensen’s gloves.
“Showing you, seeing as you won’t listen,” he says, wrapping his fingers tight
around Jensen’s bare wrist for the first time ever. He presses Jensen’s palm
against his cheek, covers it with his own and holds it there.
Jensen can feel himself shaking, warmth spreading up through his arm, blood
rushing in his ears, he watches Jared shiver. They sit like that until it
stops, like they’ve reached some sort of plateau. Jensen’s warmer than he’s
ever been and Jared’s skin is so fucking soft.
“Oh.” He says, because he’s dazed, drugged with the sensation on skin against
skin. “I didn’t know.”
Jared just smiles, leans across and presses his lips to Jensen’s.
It’s his first kiss. Obviously. But Jensen thinks it goes pretty well. They
kiss softly for a while, getting used to the feeling of a shared mutual body
heat for the first time in their lives. And then Jared shifts, grinds down
against Jensen’s cock and opens his mouth, sucks at Jensen’s bottom lip until
they’re gasping, tongues slicking against each other, teasing and stroking.
Jensen’s pretty sure he could kiss Jared forever. He’s pretty sure he will.
; ;
Afterwards, when they’re naked and sweaty and Jared’s still got Jensen’s come
dripping out of him, they curl together under the tangled sheets and breathe.
Jensen’s not sure he’s ever really just breathed before.
“Jeff told me to stay away from you,” he tells Jared’s hair, stroking a hand
down Jared’s back.
Jared laughs, “One day, I’m going to watch you cut that bastard open and it’s
going to make me so hard.”
Jesus. “You’re pretty hard right now,” Jensen points out.
“I’m a teenager. It’s what we do.”
And Jensen’s planning on laughing at that, he really is. But it suddenly seems
far more important that he slide his hand down to where Jared’s still open and
wet, dip his finger tips in until Jared’s pushing back against his hand and
gasping.
They’re going to take over the world one day. And it’s going to be beautiful.
 
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