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"And Paid For"
Title: And Paid For (Part One of Two)
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: RPS
Category: Jensen/Jeff, Milo/Adrian, Milo/Jared (implied)
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kellifer_fic
Words: 1,694
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Notes: Part ofpoisontaster's A Kept Boy universe. Written with permission. (Further notes at the bottom.)
Part One | Part Two
It’s the barest hint of a rumor that makes Jensen look in the first place.
Curiosity is an unforgivable trait in a slave, one that should be stamped out when they are very young because it’s dangerous. You don’t want those that are supposed to serve you without question start to… question. Jensen knows all this and still, as he sorts through Jeff’s stacks of files, trying to bring order to the chaos his master seems to revel in, he can’t help looking.
Following that flicker of something that’s only been eluded to on the networks, on the very chat boards that he looks at infrequently.
He finds what he’s been looking for by accident after all when he’d actually given up. An invitation of all things from the Morgan family to the Pasdar’s. It’s silver embossed and actually placed into Jensen’s hands by Jeff himself, who looks apologetic for giving him a task that takes him out into the world, a world that Jensen thinks Jeff doesn’t believe he is quite ready for again. Jeff also looks pained as he snaps the collar around Jensen’s neck and even forgets himself for a moment, or at least appears to as he runs a finger between the collar and the flesh beneath.
“It’d be rude if I didn’t send you, if I just sent a messenger,” Jeff explains and Jensen tilts his head slightly, because this need that Jeff still has to explain his motivations mystifies him. The Cruise household were sticklers for tradition so he knows the intricate courtesies when dealing with another house, another family, especially when they’re more powerful than yours. Jensen is horrified to think that the idea of a messenger might have even crossed Jeff’s mind for a moment.
He suspects Kane might have intervened on that score.
The invitation isn’t in an envelope and Jensen glances at it before he realizes this. He blushes and averts his gaze quickly, because it’s none of his business, but he couldn’t help seeing.
The formal wording, the elegant seal.
Jensen’s seen this kind of invitation before.
It’s a courtesy because it’s not really an invitation at all but a response to a request.
A demand.
Adrian Pasdar has requested an audience and in some way, at some point, the Morgan family was beholden to the Pasdars. As Jensen runs a finger around the border of the fine paper, he can’t help the involuntary shiver.
“Just, hurry back,” Jeff says and taps Jensen’s cheek with his fingers.
000
Jensen tries to tell himself that it’s just about preparing, wanting to know what to expect from this upcoming visit but he knows deep down what it really is.
Curiosity.
Gentle probing and leading questions get him the answers he needs from so many sources that no one would really know what he was actually asking. The fragments of information only make sense when looked at as a whole, and he is the only one with all the pieces required to do that.
At some point, the Morgan family was in debt.
They were lucky that they had a good name to trade on, but even that didn’t keep the vultures from circling for long. Jensen feels cold as he realizes what this all means. He himself was siezed because of debt and if not for a lucky twist of fate and the intervention of the Pasdar family, Jeff’s father may have ended up in the same position, and Jeff actually born into servitude, much like Jared.
Jensen stands patiently in the foyer, waiting on Pasdar’s body-slave who is the first one that will reach the household and verify that everything is according to her master’s wishes. As Jeff’s body-slave, it’s Jensen’s duty to please her and for the first time in what feels like months, Jensen is completely relaxed. He knows how to do this as opposed to all the conflicting things Jeff expects from him.
Tradition and politics are his forte and for once he feels like he has a real chance to impress.
000
“I heard about you.”
It’s been four days and Jensen feels run ragged. Pasdar’s body-slave is demanding and Jensen was just enjoying a few minutes respite, watching Jared run one of the horses around a fenced field. Jared is a goofy puppy on his feet but on a horse he’s a whole different creature. Sure and graceful.
Jensen straightens instinctively and turns, tilting his face down. Pasdar’s retinue had been the usual type, a mixture of administrative and personal slaves as well as some paid assistants except for one dark-haired and dark eyed man maybe touching Jensen’s age and with a smirking mouth. Adrian Pasdar was powerful enough to be allowed a few eccentricities and this man, Milo Ventimiglia if Jensen had heard correctly, was such a one.
A free man who played at being a body-slave.
Pasdar had a very proficient body-slave, a severe-looking woman named Ali. Jensen got the very real impression though that she was just for show and that Adrian’s real desire lay with the man who was now pressed a little close to Jensen’s side, warmth radiating off him.
Yes, Jensen had heard about Milo too.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Jensen asks demurely. Jeff hasn’t yet passed Jensen off but it doesn’t mean he won’t. All too quickly though, Jensen realizes that Milo’s focus isn’t on him and something clenches within when he sees Milo’s narrowed gaze is watching Jared circle the paddock with a low kind of interest.
“You can tell me where he’s been hiding,” Milo says, tilting his head in Jared’s direction.
“Jared looks after Jeff’s menagerie,” Jensen explains. “He’s been with Jeff since he was very young.” Jensen smiles, hoping to show nothing but vacant helpfulness but he’s wary. Jared acts like a free man and as he spots Jensen at the fence and raises a hand, grinning large in the sunlight, he continues to have no idea about the very tenuous position he will always be in.
“Really,” Milo says, raising a hand to wipe over his chin.
000
“Oh, hey!” Jared greets brightly. He’s sitting on an upturned log next to the stables with a metal lunch box balancing precariously on his knee. He digs into it and brings forth the largest sandwich Jensen has ever seen. He looks at it for a moment before setting it aside on a napkin spread next to him and then manages to come up with another one of equal size.
Jensen would laugh if not for his reason for seeking Jared out.
Jensen watches as Jared manages to tear one of this humungous sandwiches roughly in half and then accepts one of the halves because he doesn’t know what else to do when Jared holds it out with a hopeful expression.
Jensen perches on one end of the log, knowing yet another pair of pants is being ruined purely because of Jared and looks at the sandwich in his hands, quickly losing any structural integrity it once had before setting it behind himself as soon as Jared’s attention is on his own food. “So, you need to get out of here for a few days,” Jensen blurts before he can think better of it.
Jared tilts his head and squints up at Jensen. He’d been bent nearly sideways trying to take a bite of his sandwich and now he forgets that and a large glop of mustard ends up on his already dust-caked shirt. “What?”
“Just… maybe one of the horses needs to be quarantined or there’s a bargain on a dog or something,” Jensen continues, spreading his palms wide and Jared is still looking at him like he’s just gone a little bit crazy.
“Why?”
“You really just… need to,” Jensen says and Jared is still staring at him, mouth half open and that damn mustard on his shirt and he has no idea…
“And again I’m asking why?” Jared presses. He puts his food aside and rubs his hands off on his jeans, which makes Jensen automatically wince. Jared is such a slob. An infuriating, delusional, completely endearing slob and Jensen’s not entirely sure but he thinks he might actually be worried about him which is unusual.
He’d always had no one to look out for but himself, and not always the power to even do that much. It’s a little heady.
He likes it.
“Just while Master Pasdar is here I mean,” Jensen says and then frowns when Jared tilts his head back and laughs.
“You worried I’m going to embarrass Jeff?” Jared asks and he’s reaching again for his sandwich so Jensen leans across and slaps Jared on the wrist. Jared automatically pulls his arms back to his chest and his eyebrows shoot up. “Hey!”
“Would you listen to me? You’ve got to-”
“Hi.”
Jensen’s head snaps around and Milo is standing right there, hands in his pockets and looking harmless which Jensen just doesn’t trust. He however, always professional, smoothly rises to his feet and inclines his head. Milo again only has eyes for Jared though.
“Jeff said I could have a ride,” Milo says and Jensen feels his mouth go dry as Milo raises an eyebrow. Jared blinks for a second before he looks back at the stables and then smiles.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Jared agrees readily. “Want somethin’ spirited or gentle?”
“Spirited,” Milo says with a nod.
“Okay, no problem,” Jared says. “I’ll have Demon out to you in a second.” He disappears into the shadows of the stables and Milo watches him go before his gaze slides to Jensen.
“You friends or somethin’?” Milo asks and there’s a sneer in his voice even if it’s not exactly on his face. Jensen stays silent because he doesn’t trust himself to speak and Milo clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “You should spend some quality time while you can because we’ve started negotiations,” he adds in a bored tone.
Jensen feels his stomach clench as Jared reemerges, leading a black horse with a white stripe on its nose.
“You ready?” Jared asks and Milo nods, smiling.
“I sure am.”
Part Two
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Author's Notes: Basically,poisontaster is an enabler and she created this wonderful verse that was so much fun to play in that I couldn't resist. If you haven't checked it out you should. See what she's making me do? I never write stuff like this... ha!
When I was thinking about this idea, I had no clue that it would be in Jensen's POV. I just... when I started writing it, it just happened that way.
Other stories in this 'verse can be found in a community now,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whatwekeep.
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: RPS
Category: Jensen/Jeff, Milo/Adrian, Milo/Jared (implied)
By:
kellifer_ficWords: 1,694
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Notes: Part of
poisontaster's A Kept Boy universe. Written with permission. (Further notes at the bottom.)Part One | Part Two
It’s the barest hint of a rumor that makes Jensen look in the first place.
Curiosity is an unforgivable trait in a slave, one that should be stamped out when they are very young because it’s dangerous. You don’t want those that are supposed to serve you without question start to… question. Jensen knows all this and still, as he sorts through Jeff’s stacks of files, trying to bring order to the chaos his master seems to revel in, he can’t help looking.
Following that flicker of something that’s only been eluded to on the networks, on the very chat boards that he looks at infrequently.
He finds what he’s been looking for by accident after all when he’d actually given up. An invitation of all things from the Morgan family to the Pasdar’s. It’s silver embossed and actually placed into Jensen’s hands by Jeff himself, who looks apologetic for giving him a task that takes him out into the world, a world that Jensen thinks Jeff doesn’t believe he is quite ready for again. Jeff also looks pained as he snaps the collar around Jensen’s neck and even forgets himself for a moment, or at least appears to as he runs a finger between the collar and the flesh beneath.
“It’d be rude if I didn’t send you, if I just sent a messenger,” Jeff explains and Jensen tilts his head slightly, because this need that Jeff still has to explain his motivations mystifies him. The Cruise household were sticklers for tradition so he knows the intricate courtesies when dealing with another house, another family, especially when they’re more powerful than yours. Jensen is horrified to think that the idea of a messenger might have even crossed Jeff’s mind for a moment.
He suspects Kane might have intervened on that score.
The invitation isn’t in an envelope and Jensen glances at it before he realizes this. He blushes and averts his gaze quickly, because it’s none of his business, but he couldn’t help seeing.
The formal wording, the elegant seal.
Jensen’s seen this kind of invitation before.
It’s a courtesy because it’s not really an invitation at all but a response to a request.
A demand.
Adrian Pasdar has requested an audience and in some way, at some point, the Morgan family was beholden to the Pasdars. As Jensen runs a finger around the border of the fine paper, he can’t help the involuntary shiver.
“Just, hurry back,” Jeff says and taps Jensen’s cheek with his fingers.
Jensen tries to tell himself that it’s just about preparing, wanting to know what to expect from this upcoming visit but he knows deep down what it really is.
Curiosity.
Gentle probing and leading questions get him the answers he needs from so many sources that no one would really know what he was actually asking. The fragments of information only make sense when looked at as a whole, and he is the only one with all the pieces required to do that.
At some point, the Morgan family was in debt.
They were lucky that they had a good name to trade on, but even that didn’t keep the vultures from circling for long. Jensen feels cold as he realizes what this all means. He himself was siezed because of debt and if not for a lucky twist of fate and the intervention of the Pasdar family, Jeff’s father may have ended up in the same position, and Jeff actually born into servitude, much like Jared.
Jensen stands patiently in the foyer, waiting on Pasdar’s body-slave who is the first one that will reach the household and verify that everything is according to her master’s wishes. As Jeff’s body-slave, it’s Jensen’s duty to please her and for the first time in what feels like months, Jensen is completely relaxed. He knows how to do this as opposed to all the conflicting things Jeff expects from him.
Tradition and politics are his forte and for once he feels like he has a real chance to impress.
“I heard about you.”
It’s been four days and Jensen feels run ragged. Pasdar’s body-slave is demanding and Jensen was just enjoying a few minutes respite, watching Jared run one of the horses around a fenced field. Jared is a goofy puppy on his feet but on a horse he’s a whole different creature. Sure and graceful.
Jensen straightens instinctively and turns, tilting his face down. Pasdar’s retinue had been the usual type, a mixture of administrative and personal slaves as well as some paid assistants except for one dark-haired and dark eyed man maybe touching Jensen’s age and with a smirking mouth. Adrian Pasdar was powerful enough to be allowed a few eccentricities and this man, Milo Ventimiglia if Jensen had heard correctly, was such a one.
A free man who played at being a body-slave.
Pasdar had a very proficient body-slave, a severe-looking woman named Ali. Jensen got the very real impression though that she was just for show and that Adrian’s real desire lay with the man who was now pressed a little close to Jensen’s side, warmth radiating off him.
Yes, Jensen had heard about Milo too.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Jensen asks demurely. Jeff hasn’t yet passed Jensen off but it doesn’t mean he won’t. All too quickly though, Jensen realizes that Milo’s focus isn’t on him and something clenches within when he sees Milo’s narrowed gaze is watching Jared circle the paddock with a low kind of interest.
“You can tell me where he’s been hiding,” Milo says, tilting his head in Jared’s direction.
“Jared looks after Jeff’s menagerie,” Jensen explains. “He’s been with Jeff since he was very young.” Jensen smiles, hoping to show nothing but vacant helpfulness but he’s wary. Jared acts like a free man and as he spots Jensen at the fence and raises a hand, grinning large in the sunlight, he continues to have no idea about the very tenuous position he will always be in.
“Really,” Milo says, raising a hand to wipe over his chin.
“Oh, hey!” Jared greets brightly. He’s sitting on an upturned log next to the stables with a metal lunch box balancing precariously on his knee. He digs into it and brings forth the largest sandwich Jensen has ever seen. He looks at it for a moment before setting it aside on a napkin spread next to him and then manages to come up with another one of equal size.
Jensen would laugh if not for his reason for seeking Jared out.
Jensen watches as Jared manages to tear one of this humungous sandwiches roughly in half and then accepts one of the halves because he doesn’t know what else to do when Jared holds it out with a hopeful expression.
Jensen perches on one end of the log, knowing yet another pair of pants is being ruined purely because of Jared and looks at the sandwich in his hands, quickly losing any structural integrity it once had before setting it behind himself as soon as Jared’s attention is on his own food. “So, you need to get out of here for a few days,” Jensen blurts before he can think better of it.
Jared tilts his head and squints up at Jensen. He’d been bent nearly sideways trying to take a bite of his sandwich and now he forgets that and a large glop of mustard ends up on his already dust-caked shirt. “What?”
“Just… maybe one of the horses needs to be quarantined or there’s a bargain on a dog or something,” Jensen continues, spreading his palms wide and Jared is still looking at him like he’s just gone a little bit crazy.
“Why?”
“You really just… need to,” Jensen says and Jared is still staring at him, mouth half open and that damn mustard on his shirt and he has no idea…
“And again I’m asking why?” Jared presses. He puts his food aside and rubs his hands off on his jeans, which makes Jensen automatically wince. Jared is such a slob. An infuriating, delusional, completely endearing slob and Jensen’s not entirely sure but he thinks he might actually be worried about him which is unusual.
He’d always had no one to look out for but himself, and not always the power to even do that much. It’s a little heady.
He likes it.
“Just while Master Pasdar is here I mean,” Jensen says and then frowns when Jared tilts his head back and laughs.
“You worried I’m going to embarrass Jeff?” Jared asks and he’s reaching again for his sandwich so Jensen leans across and slaps Jared on the wrist. Jared automatically pulls his arms back to his chest and his eyebrows shoot up. “Hey!”
“Would you listen to me? You’ve got to-”
“Hi.”
Jensen’s head snaps around and Milo is standing right there, hands in his pockets and looking harmless which Jensen just doesn’t trust. He however, always professional, smoothly rises to his feet and inclines his head. Milo again only has eyes for Jared though.
“Jeff said I could have a ride,” Milo says and Jensen feels his mouth go dry as Milo raises an eyebrow. Jared blinks for a second before he looks back at the stables and then smiles.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Jared agrees readily. “Want somethin’ spirited or gentle?”
“Spirited,” Milo says with a nod.
“Okay, no problem,” Jared says. “I’ll have Demon out to you in a second.” He disappears into the shadows of the stables and Milo watches him go before his gaze slides to Jensen.
“You friends or somethin’?” Milo asks and there’s a sneer in his voice even if it’s not exactly on his face. Jensen stays silent because he doesn’t trust himself to speak and Milo clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “You should spend some quality time while you can because we’ve started negotiations,” he adds in a bored tone.
Jensen feels his stomach clench as Jared reemerges, leading a black horse with a white stripe on its nose.
“You ready?” Jared asks and Milo nods, smiling.
“I sure am.”
Part Two
---
Author's Notes: Basically,
poisontaster is an enabler and she created this wonderful verse that was so much fun to play in that I couldn't resist. If you haven't checked it out you should. See what she's making me do? I never write stuff like this... ha!When I was thinking about this idea, I had no clue that it would be in Jensen's POV. I just... when I started writing it, it just happened that way.
Other stories in this 'verse can be found in a community now,
whatwekeep.