Story: Take Me Home Jared/Jensen, hurt/comfort, homophobia, savior kink 1/?

[szarabasjka]

 Fill to this PROMPT ( Jensen hits on the wrong guy in a bar, he gets dragged into a back alley and gets the holy hell beat out of him. He is left, broken and bloody, barely conscious. Eventually found by a stranger (Jared) who cleans him up and takes care of him.

 

Bonus points for Jensen initially seeing the very tall Jared, and assuming things are only going to get worse for him.

 

I'm good with any kinks (preferably anything between Jensen and Jared is consensual). I'm also good with any kind of AU, including A/B/O, werecreatures, mafia AU, cop!Jared etc.

 

This doesn't need to lead to sex, I'm mainly looking for hurt!Jensen, and savior!Jared, if it does, I have no preference for who tops, bottoms, or if there is switching. I don't mind their roles being reversed in the least. )
 

Title: take me home.

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“Oh! So I can’t get any other guy to like me?”

Jared was angry; he was done with being called prude and stuck up, just because he’s against his boyfriend going around with other people or his boyfriend friends asking for a run about with Jared. 

“Sweetheart.” His boyfriend; Zach is smiling at him. “You think someone is really considering putting up with your diva attitude?” he caressed his jaw and moved closer to kiss him. “you should go home, I’ll go out with the boys and I’ll call you soon okay?”

Jared forced Zach’s hand away from his face. “No, actually I want to find someone too.” He felt his stomach knotting at the very idea of finding a stranger and let him touch him, his mom didn’t raised him like that, but too many tequila shots gave him the courage he needed.

Jared took off his over shirt and in just a skin tight black t-shirt walked to the bar, asking once more for alcohol. He roamed the place with his eyes, quite aware of how Zach was looking at him ready to attack anyone that could get close.

Few feet away on the dance floor several couples were dancing, nobody had approached him yet, while three slutty dressed boys were already sitting with Zach and the others. He felt helpless, the guy at the bar gave him another drink saying someone sent it to him, Jared turned in the general direction the guy pointed to find a giant, bearded, a scar on his left eyebrow, dark eyes fix on him, and behind him he saw a flash of green eyes.

The music changed and he decided then, so he took his glass and drank it all in one gulp before fixing his hair and walking swinging hips and biting his bottom lip to the dance floor in middle of those who came in couples and those who were looking for a partner for the night.

The place wasn’t nice, it was the worst place Zach has brought him so far, seedy and cheap, dark and smelling of beer and sweat, among those without a partner were more prostitutes than single people and the few couples were obviously dangerous. Jared was aware of that, he knew that tempting his luck could be dangerous, but after all even if they just had a fight and Zach was mad, he- Oh shit, he had one of those guys on his lap and were kissing him- still he’d help him, right? In case Jared gets in trouble?

“Look at you pretty lonely thing…” a low voice growled on his ear, someone as tall as him was at his side and it surprised him, the guy caressed his bottom and snuggled so close Jared could feel the pounding pulse of a long hard dick against his ass, alcohol and contact made him whimper needy and the guy licked his neck. “Wish my lady weren’t here; I’d pay whatever you ask for a piece of this.” And his hands knitted bluntly Jared’s ass.

Jared let out a shaky breathe because from where he was he could see Zach’s face and he had left the boy’s mouth to watch as Jared were held against the grabby stranger.

“Look at you…” murmured once more the man against his back while a hand moved from his hip to the front of his jeans where he patted his cock without shame in front of everyone, Jared looked around, hungry eyes were all over him, the same eyes that followed him the second he entered few steps ahead of Zach, and the attention made him blush and close his eyes, breathing heavily, alcohol making him push his hips back against the rigid meat there and he let out a moan. Unaware of the show he was putting on in front of them. “Look at the bastard that let you go… he’s gonna catch something for taking that whore Stephen… little Steph is a petri dish of STD’s” the man whispered while he kept massaging Jared’s crotch through his jeans, Jared could see a tattoo on his arm and felt coarse hair- a beard- against his temple. “Hmmm you’re twitching against my hand, such a slutty pretty boy…” the man groaned while wetness sipped through Jared’s jeans where the man’s cock was snuggled against him. “Look at those two at the door.” Jared did and saw two tall heavy guys, they were licking his lips and making obscene gestures toward him, and come here motions, Jared smiled and closed his eyes again, his hips jerking on its own. He couldn't control his groan when the man first kissed and then bit his neck.

 “There’s a bastard in the very dark at your right… he was the prettiest here tonight, until you entered. Who’d care for him now, huh?” Jared’s eyes flew to the dark and saw a flash of green again, he had to smile.

“gotta go…” the man whispered. “You think you’d recognize me? huh? Would you find me in the alley later?”

Without waiting for an answer the man was gone and someone else had Jared by the waist. He looked behind him while still dancing to see the back of someone with a Mongols patch and then the bearded guy from before, the one he thought sent the drink, Jared smiled and the guy’s lip twitched but his brow furrowed.

Jared kept dancing and being patted and petted, caressed and groped by faceless strangers for over an hour, every now and then he had a drink and even more frequently someone offered him a drink, until the tall guy, the one with the scar, passed behind him on his way to the back. “I’m going to the alley.” Offered to a tinny blonde that was dancing with him, Jared felt electricity running down his back at the sound of that voice, he was sure he was the man.

The young man looked up at the table where Zach was sprawled on the seat while the young pro was bobbing his head up and down on his crotch, the man looked at Jared and motioned for him to go back, Jared just felt fearless and bolted following the other man.

Jared ran to the alley, not sure of what he was going to do, all he knew was that Zach was having sex with another man in the same room Jared was, right in front of him and he’ll make him pay for it, besides the man left him feeling so fucking sexy and hot.

“Hello…” he whispered against the man back his hand already moving to pull the strong arm towards his pants where it rested earlier. The man jerked and pulled away, the other man he was talking with moved away cussing. “WTF man, what’s this?”

“dunno mate.” Jared then noticed a couple packs of something, drugs. Oh Shit, he thought. The men exchanged three heated words and the man in front of him left. The one wit the scar was holding him tightly.

“You just ruined my trade, whore…” and punched Jared in the mouth. “You thought I’d want you? Fucking fag slut? You almost came in your pants in front of the entire bar.” He hit Jared again and this time Jared fell down, he wanted to escape, he heard a gasp and looking up he saw one of the rent boys and his john looking at him. “get lost!” roared the man while holding Jared by the hair and pulling him up. Jared hoped he’d have someone coming to help him.

“Have you seen the queen I came with? HUH? Blonde and perfect girl? HUH?” roared the man, every sentence punctuated with a punch. “Why would I go after a fucking whore when I have her?” and this time the punch was so hard Jared fell on the floor.

“Jason!” shouted another voice. “What the fuck man, where’s Bailish? Did you close the deal?” Jared finally could breath he felt the blood caked on his face and dripping to the floor, he felt the dirt from the street messing with the blood and burning his bruises.

“No…” the man answered while kicking Jared in the stomach. “Because this sissy here, came snooping and fucked us up!” another kick. “Just because his ass is itching he ruined our trade!!” 

Jared lost track of the time, he felt punches and kicks, one of the man spat on him and another took something from his pocket.

“If his whole ruined it we can make him pay for it.” Jason, Jared was well acquainted with his fists and boots to call him anything else; barked a laugh. “You mean putting him to work?” and Jared felt cold dark fear closing around his lungs. 

“No, Jesus… No, not our line of work, besides…” he lost track of time for a couple second and hacked some blood, his eyes were closing.

“... One time thing.” He heard. ”creeps… like to make them scream-bleed- hurt.”

“disgusting…” answered someone else. “but seems fair.” Jason bent in front of him, “see? Your sluttiness is going to cost you.”

Jason and Jared raised eyes toward the thudding steps on the street, Zach and his friends were there. “get lost!” shouted Jason.

“Zach… please…” begged Jared but Zach just smirked at him.

“sweetheart, is your own fault, now take it like a man.” The guy saluted Jason and left.

Jared saw the moment when one of his tormentor’s friends passed him a wad of bills. And he felt his throat tighten but had no time to cry before someone was already holding him up again so Jason could use him like a a punching bag.

“Just keep him conscious and we might have a chance with the creeper that guy has called.”

Jared lost track of time again, he woke up to see blue eyes fix on his face, long lashes fluttered in front of him. “He’s back…” a feminine voice said while wrapping something around his wrists.

“Good…” the voice was different, Jared had heard it before, it was the guy from the bar, the one he thought he followed back.

“You go first then…” offered Jason, he had moved away, he was sitting on a box against the wall as if it were a throne, climbing to his lap was now the blonde girl with blue eyes. She looked angelical but her stare was maybe colder than the males around her.

Jared hadn’t registered the other man next to him until then, the guy just pulled him by the waist of his jeans into the dumpster and bent him over it, Jared saw through a broken mirror shard a knife in the man’s hand and he freaked out. 

He tried to get away but his wrists were tied and when he tried to move his left arm hurt so bad he thought it was broken, his knees didn’t support his weight and his crotch that received many kicks felt on fire. Still he struggled. “Stay still whore and I’ll be gentle…” teased the man, and he could hear the voice of at least four other men behind him, there was more than four guys queuing to rape him and he finally felt tears falling down his face. 

“No, Don’t!” he tried once more to move when the guy ripped his pants and boxers with the knife, just enough to tear them apart the rest of the way with his bare hands in one forceful yank. He jumped trying to move fighting against his captor and his restrains. The guy with the knife pressed it against his back, and the first cut barely stung. 

“Stay still or I’ll cut you and still fuck you…” the man said while blunt dry fingers grazed over his hole. “Calm down I’ll take care of everything.” A dirty chuckle started behind him while several guys started cheering on him to hurry up.

“fuck him good!” shouted one of them.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” Jared was shivering but something like hope when he heard the low raspy voice, the guy standing at the entry of the alley was nothing more than a dark silhouette, he was smoking a cigarette as if finding a gang beating up a guy were something of every day.

“Get lost!” ordered Jason and two of three of his men moved menacingly to the guy.

“You see… I can’t.” green eyes flashed in the almost unconscious mind of Jared. “I’ve been watching him for a while now… What If I want him…” that was the last he remembers; the very last.   .

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