Current mood:	cranky
Entry tags:	fanfic, kept, rps

Fic: A Kept Boy 26/?
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Slavefic AU. Language. Dark themes.
Disclaimer: This is in no way a true story.
Word Count: 1,457
AN: Previous parts found here. Banner by the lovely and generous bloodquartz.

---

Bisou's got Jeff on the ground and is enthusiastically licking her wet, drooly love all over his face when Jared clears his throat somewhere above Jeff's head. "Hey, um…Jeff?"

Jeff gives his baby a good scruff before pushing her back and sitting up. She prances around him until he picks up the dusty length of knotted rope and flings it across the grass. Bisou barks once and takes off after it like she's still a puppy. "Hey, Jared, yeah." Jared holds out a hand to him and Jeff takes it, pushing up at the same time Jared pulls, hauling him to his feet. "What's up?"

Jared looks down at the ground, shuffle-rocking from foot to foot and jamming his hands down in his front pockets. "It's about Jensen."

Bisou comes gamboling back with the rope in her mouth. Jeff leans down to take it from her and she dances back, grinning around the spit-slimed hemp. "He said you guys were all right," Jeff says cautiously, keeping his attention focused on the dog. He snags the trailing end of the rope and tugs. Bisou digs her paws in and tugs in the opposite direction, growling happily. "That not the case?"

Jared's laugh sounds strangled. "I suppose that depends on your definition of all right." Jared kicks a stone and it flies off into the distance. Bisou promptly abandons the rope to go chasing after it. Jared turns back to Jeff, squaring his shoulders a little under his blue checked shirt. "I don't really want to talk about me and Jensen, it's not really about that. I just…" Jared's face screws up a little bit as he struggles with his words. "I'm worried about him, you know? He's kind of screwed up."

It's Jeff's turn to laugh. "Gee, Jared, you think?"

Jared shakes his head. "No. I mean…yes, I know that you know that. But I think it's a lot worse than we think it is."

Bisou comes trotting triumphantly back. She doesn't have the stone Jared kicked; instead, she's sporting a branch big enough that it should rightly be called a sapling. When no one reaches for it, she sets it down equidistant between Jeff and Jared, panting coyly. Jeff ignores her. "What makes you say that?"

Jared gets that pinch-faced look again and then he sighs, shoulders dropping. "When we were in Texas, there were these guys at the hotel. They…grabbed Jensen, said things."

Jeff can suddenly actually hear his pulse, rushing in his ear like wind over sand. "What do you mean 'grabbed Jensen'?"

Bisou whines, pawing the turf.

Jared gives him a look. It's a strangely old look and more cynical than he usually thinks of, when it comes to Jared. "You know what I mean. It's not the point. The point is—"

"The point is—why didn't you tell me about this before?" Jeff can't entirely keep the edge out of his voice or the anger out of his gesture as he snatched up Bisou's fetched stick and flings it out again. He doesn't know whether it's the fact that Jared hid this from him or the idea of random men pawing Jensen.

"I don't know!" Jared scrapes through his hair. "Jensen…Jensen was so freaked out about the whole thing and I was freaked out about it and I just… I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Jensen didn't want to make a big deal out of it and I didn't want to go running behind him telling tales like some big, dumb field-hand."

Jeff sighs. Getting mad at Jared is a lot like kicking a dog—senseless, cruel and it just makes you feel like shit afterward. Besides, it's not really Jared he's mad at. Not really. "So what happened?"

"The hotel manager, he stepped in, broke it up." Jared shifts on his feet again, hand curled around the back of his neck. "It wasn't…" Jared breathes out. "It wasn't any big thing. Really. But Jensen…" Jeff didn't notice that Bisou had come back until she nudges Jared's leg, whining a little. Jared squats down and throws an arm around her barreled body, scratching his nails through her ruff. It takes him a second to look up at Jeff again, who's fighting not to fidget. "I think Jensen would've gone with them. Or…not gone with them, maybe so much as I don't know he would've fought back. Just to keep the peace."

"Christ," Jeff mutters, scrubbing across his face.

"I think it's all the same thing to him—what happened with those guys and what…what happened with him and me." Jared squints, blinking hard like the sunlight's too bright. "Do you know what I mean? Like…like that's all there is of him. What other people want him to do."

Jeff wishes again that Cate had given him more to go on than a 'wait and see'. Not that he wants her to make any snap judgments about Jensen, before she can get a good feel for where his head's at. But Jensen is so far out of his league and Jeff suspects that every 'helpful' thing he's trying to do for Jensen is just digging them all in deeper.

"I just… Jensen may not think a whole lot of me, but whether he knows it or not, he's my friend." Jared looks up from his lengthy contemplation of Bisou's swiveling ears and any hint of oldness has gone out of his expression, leaving Jeff with the reminder of how absurdly young Jared really is. "I don't… He should know he has the right to say no. Kane says you're sending him to see Cate?"

"Yeah." Jeff doesn't know what else to say, his mouth bitter and gluey.

"Is she… Can she fix him?"

It's just a variation on the same question Jeff asked Cate herself and Jeff gives Jared the same answer Cate gave him. "I don't know. We can try."

"I'm just some dumb kid, can't keep his dick in his pants," Jared spits out, sounding half like he's talking to himself. "But

"Jared." The last thing Jeff needs is Jared starting to go down that spiral. His voice comes out sharp, cutting and he hastens to soften it, watching Bisou yawn and shift on her feet anxiously. "That's not true. You know that's not true."

"I'm dumb enough that I didn't see what was going on," Jared's eyes are angry, the hazel clashing with the green. "Dumb enough that I fucked him anyway, when everybody told me it was too soon."

"Aw, hell, Jared, if you want to play the dumb game, I'm the dumb sonofabitch that let him dangle loose and think that fucking you was part of his job. I'm almost twice your age. If anyone should've known better, it's me." Jeff spreads his hands. "But either one of us standing here and playing the blame game isn't doing anybody any good."

"I just want him to know we're the good guys, you know? That he's safe here." Jared looks down at Bisou again, scruffing under her chin and jowls.

Jeff tilts his head, hearing a note in Jared's voice that wasn't there before. "That he's safe," Jeff asks slowly, "or that you are, Jaybird?"

Jared huffs, mouth turning up in an unwilling smile. "You haven't called me that in years."

"As I recall, you didn't like it so much as a prickly teenager."

The grin broadens. "Yeah, I was kind of a jerk about it. Sorry about that."

"You're not answering the question."

Jared shrugs, encouraging Bisou down on her side so he can rub her tummy. "I just keep thinking," Jared says, voice low enough that Jeff steps closer to hear him. "Would that've been me, if my parents hadn't gone to you, if your granddad would've sold me off like he wanted to? Jensen… I mean, okay, I'm not dumb. But I don't know anything other than this. And, even with all the other guys I know, it's like he's speaking some whole other language.

"You and Kane, you guys taught me all the propaganda so I can give the right answers and stuff, but Jensen… I think he really believes it. And that could've been me. If things had gone a little differently. If you hadn't stepped in." Jared glances up and his eyes are too bright to be explained by just the sunshine. "You saved my life. And I just…I want someone to do that for Jensen. I want you to do that for him."

"Me." It comes out more a flat statement than the question Jeff means it to be.

Jared's lips quirk up. "Well, come on now. Which one of us is the master here, Jeff?"