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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan, Jensen_Ackles/Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan/
      Jared_Padalecki, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan/Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles/Jared
      Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Extremely_Underage, dub-con, Sibling_Incest
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      Published: 2017-11-24 Updated: 2018-01-08 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6440
****** Aching Little Tune ******
by Halls_of_Valhalla
Summary
     Two broken boys, 14 and 11, end up on Jeff's doorstep, more fucked up
     than he knows.
     Jensen's been using sex as a protection for himself and his brother,
     and Jared's been jealous of his big brother for a long time.
     Jeff wants to help them. But he's not a saint.
Notes
     Yes, there will be sexual content with both Jensen and Jared with
     Jeff. If you are NOT into underage at all, this is not for you.
     I'm not sure where I'm going plot-wise, but I do know where I'm going
     with each character.
     This is my first time writing what I'm hoping will be a serial plot.
     If you liked, please let me know. I'm nervous, and any encouragement
     would help <3
***** Chapter 1 *****
The two boys arrived at his doorstep like a Christmas present.
Wrapped up in layers of wool coats and scarves, noses pink and cold and eyes
carefully emotionless when Jeff opened the door. As soon as Jeff glanced them
over, the older one reached down to grab the younger one’s hand, squeezing
gently.
They’re both beautiful. Jeff knows this, objectively. The older one especially,
a smattering of freckles across his cheeks, and lips any woman would kill for.
It’s not a completely appropriate response, but it’s difficult not to look at
the boy and react any differently. The little one is pretty, too, although not
in the same way. Softer, with slanted cat eyes.
It’s not a happy visit. Not that Jeff assumed any different. The boys’ mother
died a week earlier in a car accident, and they’d been living with a temporary
foster home while child services contacted and made arrangements with Jeff,
their god parent and named guardian in the parents’ will. He’d been best
friends with the boys’ father, although that was a long time ago. Warren had
died of cancer almost ten years ago, and their mother, in her grief, had driven
as far away as she could get from their small town on the west coast. He hadn’t
seen the boys since the funeral. The first one, that is.
The social worker introduces herself and nudges the boys inside, making
introductions and letting Jeff know that the boys would probably need some time
to adjust before she left them to get settled. The paperwork had already been
done, everything in order, and they’ll be checking up on him from time to time.
Jensen, the older one (fourteen), doesn’t say much, just watches Jeff carefully
and warily. Jared (eleven) looks a little more interested, smiling a little
when Jeff tells them he made pizza, although neither of them talk much.
There’s plenty of room for the boys – Jeff’s got a good job and a house much
bigger than he needs. He’d set up separate bedrooms for each brother, although
he keeps finding Jared curled up in Jensen’s bed come morning. But with
everything going on, he figures the boys need their comfort, and he lets them
be.
He makes them food, makes sure they brush their teeth and bathe, and gives them
a couple days before enrolling them in the local school. He can feel Jensen
watching him, big eyes that seem ages older than fourteen.
Jensen seems to adjust decently well, making friends and pulling passing
grades. Something heavy weighs on the boy though, something that tells Jeff the
kid’s used to adjusting and pretending.
Jared’s a bit more rocky. He’s sullen and unresponsive at school. Jeff looks up
his transcripts and finds that the boy’s a near-genius, straight-As and in all
the academic clubs in his previous schools. But he’s already failing his
classes and seems constantly agitated.
After a couple weeks, Jeff tries to pull Jared aside for a one-on-one chat, but
Jensen materializes almost instantly, refusing to leave the study where Jeff’s
got Jared sitting on a chair in front of him.
“Hey.” Jeff’s voice goes soft, trying not to scare Jared (or his big brother,
who’s watching Jeff like a hawk). “I just got a call from the principal. He
wants to meet with me. And you. He says you’re failing… well, everything.” He
pauses, waiting for some kind of response from the kid.
After a few seconds, Jensen reaches down, squeezes Jared’s shoulder and says
softly, “You gotta say something, Jared.”
Jared’s glowering at the floor. At Jensen’s touch, he looks up and sighs. “So
what?”
Pausing, Jeff tries to figure out what Jared needs to push him back up. He’s a
bright kid but he’s been through a lot. Probably way more than Jeff could ever
know, judging by the closed-in, unresponsive way the brothers had been
behaving. It’s more than just the usual trauma from their mother dying, Jeff
knows that much.
Before Jeff can think of a response, Jensen cuts in. “He’ll do better,” he says
to Jeff, confident and earnest. “He just needed some time. But he’s gonna do
better. Promise.”
Jared sighs and rolls his eyes, but Jensen stares him down until Jared squirms
and throws his head back. “Fine,” he says, stretching the word out in a grating
sigh. “Ok. I’ll turn in my homework. I’ll do my tests. You happy?”
Jeff’s a bit mystified. But he just nods and says, “I just want to see you do
well. You’re a smart kid.”
“I know,” Jared mumbles. “Can I go now?”
“Sure,” Jeff responds.
Since they’re all done, Jeff heads to his room and changes for bed. He’s just
settled down when there’s a small knock on the door. He calls out “come in”,
and when the door opens, it’s Jensen.
“You ok?” Jeff asks, worried. Neither boy has ever come to his bedroom door
before.
“Yeah.” Jensen smiles, and there’s something hot and secret in it as he pads
over to the side of the bed that Jeff’s on. “Thought you might like some
company,” Jensen says as he slides onto the covers.
God, the boy does it like it’s a natural thing, falling into Jeff’s lap like
some siren song. Jeff thinks about pushing him away, but he wants to see what
Jensen does, wants to know what’s cracked this boy into glass pieces inside.
“This a regular thing for you?” Jeff asks mildly while Jensen starts gently
rocking.
“Maybe.” Jensen grabs one of Jeff’s hands, sliding it across Jensen’s hips and
encouraging it further back, pressing Jeff’s fingers down the line of his ass.
“I can take your whole cock, if that’s what you want to know. I’m really good
at it.” Every suspicion Jeff had is confirmed with how naturally those dirty
words slip out of this barely-teen’s mouth.
“Really?” Jeff lets his hand slip down, pressing between the mounds of Jensen’s
ass, watching the boy carefully as he puts pressure on that soft hole between.
Jensen’s eyes flutter a little, but he doesn’t seem fazed, still gently
rocking. “Can you suck cock, too?”
“If that’s what you want,” Jensen answers, small purr in his voice. Jeff moves
his other hand up so he’s cupping the boy’s ass fully, kneading the contracting
muscles while Jensen keeps rocking. Jeff’s dick is perking up in spite of
himself. He’s not sure what he wants to do, but he’s also not hung up on the
morals of the situation. He decides to let it play out.
“C’mere,” Jeff says, hands moving up Jensen’s back, touching bare, warm skin
underneath his shirt. He pushes down and Jensen easily moves forward. Jeff puts
a hand on the soft nape of Jensen’s neck, pushing lightly until Jeff can catch
Jensen’s mouth against his.
The boy is hesitant but pliant, and Jeff’s gentle as he presses a few small
kisses to the boy’s pretty mouth, warming him up. It takes a few minutes for
Jensen to relax, but Jeff is patient, and eventually he feels Jensen’s tension
ease. He takes the opportunity to run his tongue along Jensen’s mouth, soft and
encouraging until Jensen finally opens up and Jeff licks along the pink places
inside, sucks at Jensen’s wet tongue until Jensen makes a muted, sighing sound.
Taking a breath, Jeff pulls back, fingers swirling circles on Jensen’s back.
Jensen looks a little dazed, eyes unfocused as he carefully puts his hands flat
to Jeff’s chest.
“Why are you here, Jensen?” Jeff muses, and he pulls one hand forward to brush
at Jensen’s worn and wet lips. “Are you just this much of a slut?”
Jensen looks a little shaken, but he licks his lips and makes a short, aborted
shrug. “Y-yeah. I am. You wanna fuck me yet, Jeff?”
“Hmm.” Jeff pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes Jensen wryly. “I think I
wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours. I bet you know more about what to do
with a cock in your mouth than a tongue.”
“Ok,” Jensen replies softly, and he slips down Jeff’s body, nestles between his
legs. Jensen’s fingers play with the drawstring attached to Jeff’s pajama
bottoms until the knot opens and Jensen can pulls the pants low enough for
Jeff’s cock to pop out.
The kid doesn’t even hesitate for a moment. He wraps his mouth around Jeff’s
cock, tonguing along the sides, running his lips along the ridge and working it
down his small throat. Jensen’s hands work around the base, moving every few
seconds to rolls Jeff’s balls around.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jeff breathes out because the boy is impressive. Jeff can’t
remember the last time he’d been worked up this fast, ready to shoot down that
pretty throat in a matter of minutes.
Jensen’s eyes stay steady on Jeff as he deep throats his cock, watching
carefully as Jeff starts to fall apart. When his mouth pops off for a few
precious seconds, pre-come and spit making a shiny trail between Jensen’s mouth
and Jeff’s dick, Jensen says, “I told you I’m good at this. I can do it…
whenever you want.”
“Just finish me off right now, kid,” Jeff encourages, hips punching up a
little. Nodding soberly, Jensen slides his mouth back on, but just around the
head, hands jacking harder and faster until Jeff tenses up and comes straight
into Jensen’s ready mouth.
It takes a few seconds for Jeff to compose himself again, but when he does,
Jensen’s lying on his chest, mouth open and filled with Jeff’s come. Once he
sees Jeff’s watching, Jensen closes his mouth and swallows it down, a few drops
dripping out the sides of his mouth.
“Was it good for you?” Jensen asks, and he’s suddenly kittenish again,
eyelashes fluttering and tiny smile back.
“You’re a fucking dream,” Jeff answers, and he pulls Jensen back in for a kiss.
The boy tenses again for half a second before relaxing again, letting Jeff
licking out the traces of come and attempting to slide his own tongue against
Jeff’s. He’s a quick study.
Jensen pads back to his own room a few minutes later. Jared’s no doubt waiting
for him, probably wondering what took Jensen so long. There’s a good chance
Jared probably knows, though. Jeff’s certain this isn’t the first time Jensen’s
done something like this in an attempt to protect them both.
Well. Jeff’s not complaining. Nor is he going to stop it. He hasn’t changed his
mind about taking care of them, but these boys were broken long before they
arrived on his doorstep.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm an awful person, but I honestly couldn't wait to get more
     interaction with Jared. Pushy, precocious Jared is my favorite thing.
When Jensen tucks himself back into his own bed, Jared’s waiting for him, tired
and whiney.
“Where were you?” he demands in a pout. His hair is mussed and tangled, like
he’d been wriggling on the bedsheets, tired and bored.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Jensen scolds. He holds out an arm and Jared
immediately scoots in, snuggling up.
“I didn’t get any goodnight kisses,” Jared grumbles. “And you were in Jeff’s
room, doing stuff. Like before. I could hear you.”
Jensen smacks the back of Jared’s head. “What do you know about it?” Jensen
demands with a frown. “I told you not to go sneaking around.”
“I don’t like waking up with you gone,” Jared grumbles, clinging tighter. He
turns his face up, stretching his body higher. “C’mon, Jen. Kiss me. I’ve been
waiting.”
Sighing, Jensen gently rubs Jared’s head, not an apology but… a comfort. He
doesn’t like Jared following him, had tried to break him of this habit long
before they’d been forced to move in with Jeff. His brother’s always been a bit
of a spoiled brat. “Okay, pushy.”
Jared’s mouth always faintly tastes of candy, no matter how long it’s been
since he’s eaten any.
As soon as Jensen’s mouth touches his, Jared pushes into it hard with pleased,
puppy whines as he kisses back sloppy and wet. Jensen has no idea where Jared
learnt to do or want this, but the kid started it about a year ago. Jensen’s
tried to keep it chaste and short, but Jared refuses, and at this point, it
just feels nice.
Jared makes the softest sounds when he starts getting demanding, little arms
reaching around Jensen’s shoulders. When Jensen doesn’t go as deep as Jared
wants, he sighs and wriggles his way on top of Jensen, a mild weight on
Jensen’s chest.
“More, Jensen,” Jared demands. He’s playground sloppy but the kid wants it so
much and keeps mouthing around Jensen’s face, nosing around for  more, more,
more . Jensen never means for it to happen, but it almost always does, his dick
stiffening from the feel of Jared’s furnace-hot body squirming on top of him.
He pointedly ignores it, even as he wonders if Jared knows exactly what he’s
doing.
Because he knows Jared won’t stop until he gets what he wants, Jensen wraps his
arms around Jared and pulls him tight, kissing all over his face and letting
his tongue slide for a few seconds inside Jared’s tiny, greedy mouth.
Finally, satisfied, Jared rolls off with a pleased sound. He smacks his mouth a
bit, presses his face against Jensen’s chest, and sleepily says, “Love you,
Jen.”
                                       ~
Jensen hasn’t come to Jeff’s room since the first time. Jeff wonders if the boy
is doing it on purpose, trying to bait Jeff into coming to him. Or if Jensen
only plays that card when he needs to. Either way, Jeff doesn’t push it. He’s
fairly confident it will happen again soon.
Just like Jensen promised, Jared does better at school. He turns in his
homework, does his tests. Jumps from failing scores to straight As in just a
short amount of time. But he’s still not doing great socially at school, and
Jeff’s gotten a few concerned emails.
The only thing Jared consistently responds to is food. The boy could eat up the
whole fridge if Jeff let him. Taking a chance one weekend, Jeff decides to ask
Jared if he’d like to help him whip up dinner.
“What are you making?” Jared asks, interested.
“I was thinking about making macaroni and cheese. Maybe some burger patties.”
Jared’s eyes light up.
“You wanna help?” Jeff offers, and Jared thinks for a second before nodding.
One thing that Jeff learns right away is that Jared glows under any kind of
praise. It’s easy with Jared being so naturally good at everything. While they
mix ingredients, Jared chatters about what he’s doing in social studies at the
moment, goes on about the European Union, describing political situations in
such detail that Jeff’s head spins. It’s apparent that Jared’s been awake and
learning in class, even if he’d been purposefully not turning anything in for
weeks.
Jeff’s honestly not sure what broke the dam, but the kid is damn near starved
for attention and affection, and is soaking everything up and practically
begging for more. When Jeff pats Jared’s shoulder and mildly remarks on how
perfect Jared’s burger patties look, Jared practically purrs into the touch,
leaning back to push a warm shoulder against Jeff.
Jensen’s at the kitchen table, doing homework and keeping an eye on his
brother. He doesn’t look particularly happy, although Jeff has trouble
pinpointing the expression on his face every time Jensen looks their way. It’s
some kind of mixture of worried, troubled, and resigned.
Jared’s happy chatter continues through dinner. He grabs a chair next to Jeff,
pushing it a fraction of an inch closer, and continues to talk about everything
under the sun. As soon as they’re all done, Jensen, without being asked, clears
their plates, packs up the leftovers, and does the dishes. Jeff settles in the
livingroom to wind down for the night with a procedural law enforcement show.
Not half a minute later, Jared slips next to Jeff on the couch, sitting as
close as possible. He nuzzles his head in until Jeff gives in and lifts his arm
so Jared can tuck himself under his arm, humming in content.
The sink faucet shuts down with a firm squeak just before Jensen walks in. He
takes one look at Jared and grabs him by the hand, gently tugging until Jared
sighs and lets himself be led out. Jensen returns a few minutes later. He
stands next to the couch, serious eyes on Jeff.
“Jared’s doing homework,” Jensen announces just before he steps between Jeff’s
legs.
“You know you don’t have to do this,” Jeff says mildly, reaching out to grab
Jensen’s hips when the kid smirks and steps closer.
“I know,” Jensen replies, smile on his lips as he leans in, kisses Jeff wet and
loud. “But you like it, right?”
“You know I do.” Jeff palms his way down to the kid’s ass, which has no
business being as plump and full as it is.
“Mmm-hmm.” Jensen slides into Jeff’s lap. The boy’s a bit skinny in the hips,
limbs still growing, but the way he fills out his jeans makes Jeff lick his
lips.
Jensen’s graceful like this, his hips rocking in a smooth, slow rhythm. Jeff
pushes a hand between them, fingers pressing into the crotch of Jensen’s jeans
and he watches the boy’s eyes roll back. He only gets a few strokes in before
Jensen slips off his lap. Jeff misses the warmth right away, although Jensen
doesn’t go far.
“Wanna suck your cock again,” Jensen insists. God, Jeff shouldn’t like this act
so much, especially knowing that it’s an act. He knows Jensen would do anything
to protect his brother, including this, and Jeff’s not an idiot. But he’s also
not a saint, not even close.
“If that’s what you want, sweetheart,” Jeff replies, stroking the side of
Jensen’s face. He adjusts his thighs open wider, watches as Jensen’s little
fingers pluck at the drawstring of Jeff’s sweatpants before tugging them and
Jeff’s boxers down to pool at his feet. Jeff’s dick bobs next to Jensen’s face,
hard and just starting to leak. A fleeting thought crosses Jeff’s mind, how
soft Jensen’s baby cheeks would feel if he slapped his cock against them a few
times. But Jensen’s not ready for that yet.
Hot breath warms the tip of Jeff’s cock. “Love the taste of your come.” Jeff
knows a line when he hears it, but Jensen says it so sincerely that Jeff almost
believes him, believes him even more when the kid’s gulps down Jeff’s cock in
one swallow.
“Jesus, kid,” Jeff says, because Jensen’s throat is so tight and warm that Jeff
wants to live inside it now. He puts both his hands on Jensen’s head, starts
pressing down until Jensen goes limp and lets Jeff fuck his pretty mouth hard
and fast. As soon as Jensen starts gagging, Jeff pulls back, gives Jensen some
air. There’s a shine on Jensen’s plump, worn lips that Jeff can’t help thumbing
at. He touches the edge of Jensen’s pink tongue, resting on his bottom lip for
just half a second before Jensen tilts his head and stuffs Jeff’s cock down his
throat again.
The boy’s mouth is a bit of heaven, and Jeff leans back, fisting the couch
material while Jensen bobs and sucks so sweetly. Jeff can feel his orgasm creep
up quick and demanding, and he pushes Jensen off, mumbling, “Let me come on
that pretty face, Jesus Christ kid, wanna mess you up, yeah, tilt your face up,
just like that, baby.”
He comes on Jensen’s uptilted face, shoots out stripes across freckled cheeks
and splashes across the boy’s delicate eyelashes. Jensen blinks up at him when
Jeff finishes, lips slightly parted and panting.
“C’mere,” Jeff says gruffly, hauling Jensen back into his lap. He wipes the
biggest stripes with his finger then pushes it into Jensen’s mouth, groaning
when Jensen hollows out his cheeks and sucks. Someone taught Jensen well.
“Fuck, kid,” Jeff says just before kissing all over Jensen’s face. “Gonna make
you feel good,” Jeff promises between kisses. “Wanna see you fall apart, baby.
Gonna see you come.”
Jeff presses the uneasy boy into the corner of the couch. His eyes flick to
Jensen’s face, watching the kid’s wide eyes as Jeff’s pops open the button to
Jensen’s jeans and slides a hand inside.
“Jeff!” Jensen whines and struggles a bit, turns pleading eyes on Jeff. That
soft distress is too much for Jeff to resist, and he leans in, mouthing along
Jensen’s baby cheeks and licking around his earlobe. Jensen goes still with a
shiver while Jeff’s fingers play inside his underwear.
“You ever had someone suck your cock before?” Jeff asks in a low, husky voice,
and Jensen shivers again, whimpering as Jeff moves his hand underneath the
boy’s briefs, feels hot, wet skin. Jensen’s body feels so small against his.
“Answer the question, sweetheart,” Jeff whispers, still tonguing the side of
Jensen’s ear.
“N-no,” Jensen says shakily. Jeff rubs his thumb around the head, chuckling
when Jensen’s legs make a hard jerk. Jensen’s voice goes high and desperate.
“Jeff!”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jeff soothes. “Just lie back, baby. Gonna make you feel
good.”
Fingers stroking the back of Jensen’s blush-red neck soothe him a little, and
Jeff waits until Jensen finally takes a breath, muscles relaxing. As soon as
Jensen’s breathing normally, Jeff pulls off Jensen’s jeans and tosses them to
the floor, along with the boy’s Captain America briefs. Jensen’s thighs are
soft with barely-there blonde hairs. Jensen’s breathing shakes just a little
when Jeff mouths inside those creamy thighs, rubbing his scruff inside the
palest parts.
The moment Jeff tongues around Jensen’s eighth-grade dick, Jensen gasps and
arches up. Jeff puts a hand on his round belly to calm him, rubbing comforting
circles while he sucks. It’s a decent mouthful, a warm weight in Jeff’s mouth.
He’s always been good at this, making young boys (although maybe never this
young before) come, and he rubs along the sides with his tongue, hums a little.
Jeff’s mouth works in practiced talent, chest going tight from pleasure when
Jensen starts making gasping sounds and he grabs onto Jeff’s shoulders, trying
to stutter out that he’s gonna– he’s gonna come, although Jeff ignores the boy
and only tongues harder.
Jensen sobs through his orgasm, filling Jeff’s mouth with watery come which he
swallows down quickly, suckling Jensen until the boy squirms from
overstimulation.
“S-stop J-jeff,” Jensen orders, hands feebly trying to bat Jeff away.
Chuckling wryly, Jeff gathers Jensen up in his arms and kisses the salty tear
tracks from the corner of the kid’s eyes. He savors how worn out and pliant
Jensen is as the kid leans his head against Jeff’s chest, his eyes fluttering
shut. Jeff rubs his shoulders and rocks him a little.
“Is someone gonna tuck me in?” Jared’s voice pipes up from the corner of the
room. Jensen stiffens for half a second before he throws himself out of Jeff’s
arms, gathering up his pants and underwear, not looking his brother or adoptive
father in the eye.
Jared watches them unresponsively, eyes neither surprised nor traumatized, just
patiently waiting for his brother to get dressed. Once Jensen’s got his pants
on, he grabs Jared’s hand and leads him out. He doesn’t look back, but Jeff can
see the heat rising off the sides of his cheeks, understands the tight clench
of brother hands, and smiles to himself.
***** Chapter 3 *****
The more Jensen tries to keep Jared away from Jeff, the more Jared decides that
all he wants to do it hang around Jeff.
It’s mildly irritating, having the boy always at his elbow. But Jared’s smart
and funny, and overall, Jeff doesn’t mind the kid’s company. The boy likes to
crawl into Jeff’s lap when he’s sitting in an armchair with a book or newspaper
in hand. If it’s a novel, Jared just leans his head against Jeff’s chest and
quietly sits, sometimes silently reads along. But if it’s the newspaper, Jared
will tuck himself into Jeff’s armpit and demand that he read the articles
aloud. He’ll pipe in with either questions for Jeff or, if it’s something Jared
has a little knowledge about, his own opinions.
Jared’s still having some behavior problems at school, but he’s all candy
sweetness for Jeff.
If Jared’s been in his lap too long, Jensen will grab his hand and take him to
their room where Jared either does his homework or reads on his own. When
Jensen comes back to Jeff, he crawls into his lap as well and either sucks Jeff
off or reaches his little hand down to jerk him off, licking his fingers
afterwards like he quickly learns Jeff likes.
“What do you think I’m going to do to your brother, sweetheart?” Jeff asks
while Jensen’s sucking come off his finger. Green eyes startle wide open, and
Jensen swallows deeper than needed.
“N-nothing.”
“Now that’s a lie,” Jeff chides, rubbing at Jensen’s stiff back. He thinks
about telling Jensen not to worry... but then figures big brother’s always
gonna worry. And with good reason. Jared’s itching for things he’s too young
for.
Jensen always protests when Jeff reciprocates but he makes the prettiest
choking sounds when he’s close to coming. His body squirms so cute and his
hands flail out to grab at Jeff’s head, hiccuping out “No no no no,” while Jeff
sucks harder, suckling Jensen through every aftershock and muscle jerk.
“So pretty,” Jeff says fondly, kissing away Jensen’s tears.
Jensen pouts because he hates being called that, but Jeff loves it when Jensen
pouts, when he finally lets some of his defenses down for a minute, doesn’t try
so hard to be what he thinks Jeff wants.
 
On New Year’s Eve, Jeff bakes a honey cake like he’d learned from his mother.
He buys the boys confetti poppers and hats and they settle down in front of a
movie. After eating three pieces of honey cake after dinner, Jared’s
uncomfortably full, and Jeff gently rubs at his rounded little tummy while
Jared squirms and sighs. Usually, Jeff would have cut off Jared sooner, but the
kid had turned little puppy-dog eyes on him, promised he wasn’t full yet, and
Jeff had given in like the sucker he is.
The boys make it until about an hour before midnight. Jared’s asleep in his lap
while Jensen’s dozing against his side, making soft, huffing snores. It’s nice,
though, in a way Jeff never really thought he’d enjoy. To be honest, children
were never in the picture for him. He’d never thought about it seriously,
especially since marriage has never been in the picture either. But he’s pretty
content with his two boys, he has to admit.
A few minutes before midnight, Jared stirs awake, his breathing changing, which
is how Jeff knows.
“Is this how you always celebrate New Year’s?” Jared asks quietly from against
Jeff’s chest.
Chuckling, Jeff rubs a hand on Jared’s warm back. “No, sweetheart. Before you
boys, I’d go to a friend’s house, or, a club, maybe, if I wanted someone to
kiss at midnight.”
Wide, sunflower eyes stare up at Jeff. “Who did you kiss at midnight?”
“Different people,” Jeff answers easily.
Nuzzling deeper into Jeff’s chest, Jared softly asks, “Is that what you’re
supposed to do at midnight?”
“Only if you want to. It’s a sweet start to a new year.”
Even quieter: “Me and Jensen kiss all the time.”
“Shut up!”
Jeff hadn’t noticed when the older boy had woken up, but he’s glaring at Jared
from around Jeff’s side, eyes furious.
“Hey,” Jeff chides with a frown. Putting a hand on Jensen’s shoulder, he pulls
him back a little and sternly asks, “Is this true?”
Jensen flushes a deep red then buries himself under Jeff’s arm, hiding his
face.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
He’s never threatened the boys before. Against his side, he feels Jensen’s body
tense up. There’s a few seconds of silence before Jensen turns his head just
enough to answer.
“Yes! But – but Jared started it. I didn’t want to but…”
“You don’t want to?” Jeff repeats, thoughtfully. “Do you not love your
brother?”
Jensen sucks in a quick breath. “Of course I do!”
“Is he not pretty enough to kiss?”
Jared’s still curled up in Jeff’s arms. His eyes are steady and curious as he
waits for his brother to answer. Jensen’s taking his time, though, and Jeff
quietly adds,
“Don’t you think your brother’s pretty? Do you like kissing him?”
“Yeah.” Almost but not quite a whisper.
There’s a satisfied look in Jared’s face when Jeff turns to him.
“How do you kiss your brother?”
Jared thinks for a minute, breathing warm against Jeff’s heart. “Like you kiss
him.”
“And how do you know how I kiss Jensen?”
Small smirk, like he knows he should be in trouble but also knows he won’t be.
“Because I watch you.”
“Hmm.” Rubbing Jared’s back again, Jeff thinks. From the TV, he hears the
minute countdown starting, and he gently pushes Jared off his lap. “Show me.”
A mischievous grin crosses Jared’s face, and he smoothly crawls into Jensen’s
lap.
“No, Jared,” Jensen whispers, but he doesn’t push his little brother away,
doesn’t try to stop Jared from raining down kisses onto his face.
Jared’s sloppy but Jeff loves it. Loves how wet he kisses Jensen, both their
lips shining pink with spit. Jeff’s addicted to this already.
When the countdown clock buzzes, Jensen tentatively puts his hands on Jared’s
hips, closing his eyes and probably trying to pretend that Jeff isn’t there. It
seems to work because after a few seconds, Jeff can see Jensen’s dick perk up,
pushing against his pajama bottoms and riding Jared’s spine.
Jeff reaches out to cup his hand around Jensen’s erection, holding it flatter
against Jared’s back.
“What’s that?” Jared asks curiously, trying to look around himself while Jensen
tenses up, turns his flushed face away so he can’t look at either of them.
“It’s your big brother’s cock,” Jeff says with a smirk. He rubs his hand
against it until Jensen makes a muffled, desperate sound. “You ever felt it
before, sweetheart?”
“I- I think so,” Jared says, and he arches his back, experimentally rocking his
hips and forcing out a low moan from his brother.
“It gets hard like this when he likes how you’re kissing him,” Jeff explains,
and god help him, he’s going to hell for doing all this, but he can’t find it
in himself to care. Not with Jared’s mouth a smear of puffy red, not with him
rocking into his big brother’s erection like he knows how to tease. Kid’s a
natural, really.
“Jen always tells me to stop kissing him when I feel it,” Jared says, tattle-
tale pout.
“Jensen,” Jeff says in a soft, stern voice. He reaches out to pinch Jensen’s
chin in his fingers and turns his face back towards them. “You turning your
baby brother away like that?”
“It’s not right,” Jensen says, and suddenly he’s crying, quietly, slow fat
tears rolling down his cheeks. It’s enough to melt everything inside Jeff.
Immediately, Jeff rearranges them and pulls Jensen into his lap. “Shhh, baby,
it’s ok,” Jeff soothes, kissing Jensen’s tear-stained cheeks and rubbing at his
back. “Jensen, it’s ok. No one’s going to mad at you or Jared. You’re not doing
anything wrong. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” He waits until Jensen
manages to calm down, face buried in Jeff’s chest for a long time, just
breathing.
“Are you going to kick us out?” Jensen asks in a small, young voice.
“Never,” Jeff assures him, pressing a tender kiss to Jensen’s forehead. “I
promise.”
“Ok.” Jensen sighs.
Jared snuggles up to their sides, reaching out to put his hand in Jensen’s.
“You ok, Jen?” Jared asks, a little worried. Jensen’s eyes flit back and forth
between Jeff and Jared’s face, hesitant, and Jeff can see the wheels turning,
the boy deciding what he wants to do.
Finally, he leans down, meeting Jared’s eager mouth with his own.
“Yeah, Jare. I’m ok.”
“Good.” Jared nuzzles his face against his brother’s. Jeff can see right
through the boy’s cute little act, the calculated way Jared widens his puppy-
dog eyes, bites his lip and whispers, “Can I see it, Jensen?”
“See what?” Jensen asks, and he jumps a little when Jeff put his hand over the
crotch of his pajamas.
“ This .”
He doesn’t answer, and Jeff softly runs his fingers along Jensen’s hips,
letting the teen think.
“If you want,” Jensen finally answers, and Jared grins, puts his little fingers
over the band of Jensen’s pants, and pulls down. Helpfully, Jensen lifts his
hips up so Jared can pull both his underwear and pants down to Jensen’s knees,
eyes going wide at the sight of Jensen’s dick. It’s soft now, surrounded by
baby peach fuzz hairs.
“It doesn’t look pokey,” Jared protests, reaching out a hand. Eyes wide, Jensen
holds his breath, although Jared doesn’t do much more than press his finger
against it.
“We can change that,” Jeff cuts in, and he reaches down to get Jensen’s dick in
hand, cupping it in his palm, rubbing his thumb along the edge and around the
head. It’s a little rough going, so Jeff leans down, spits in his hand, and
then starts stroking again.
Jensen starts huffing breaths deeper and rocks around in Jeff’s arms as he dick
starts getting harder.
“I wanna do it.” Jared’s voice is a little reproachful, like Jeff’s leaving him
out, which makes Jeff chuckle. Grabbing Jared’s hand, Jeff guides it to
Jensen’s wet dick and helps him move his small hand up and down.
“Just like that, sweet boy,” Jeff says approvingly. “Perfect.” He knows what
praise does to the young boy. Cheeks flushing happily, Jared glances down at
his own hand, looking fascinated by the feel of his brother’s cock under his
fingers, tightening his grip a little. Jeff spares a glance up at Jensen, who’s
biting his lip, looking like he’s trying to keep as still and quiet as
possible.
“You like feeling your little brother’s hand on your cock?” Jeff asks in a
rumbling, low voice. When Jensen doesn’t immediately answer, Jeff puts a hand
on Jensen’s chest, leans in and warns, “You’re gonna hurt his feelings. He’s
gonna think you don’t like it.”
Almost as if they’d practiced this, Jared looks up at his brother with hurt,
puppy-dog eyes. “Is it good, Jensen?”
“Yeah,” Jensen croaks out, voice barely above a whisper. “Your hand feels
really good, Jared.”
The boys immediately smiles, so pleased.
Gathering Jensen up in his arms, Jeff guides them all, tossing a couch cushion
out, putting Jensen in front of him, between his thighs. Jensen’s thighs stay
open so Jared can keep playing with his big brother’s cock.
“You ever think about your brother doing this before?” Jeff can’t help asking
while Jensen starts squirming more. Unpracticed and too-small, Jared puts his
hands back on Jensen, and while there’s no way it’s the best handjob Jensen’s
ever had, his dick doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, so hard and the tip
going a dark rosy purple.
Jensen’s voice is hoarse. “Maybe.”
“You want his mouth on you?” Jeff asks, right against the shell of Jensen’s
ear, loud enough for Jared to hear. He feels a shiver just before Jensen jerks,
shaking his head.
“No – Jared shouldn’t–”
He breaks off with a squeak when Jared leans down to flick his tongue against
the head of Jensen’s weeping dick.
That pink tongue looks so pretty pressing against hard flash, and Jeff reaches
out to rub his palm into Jared’s mop of hair, scritching his fingers against
the kid’s skull. “Good boy,” he breathes out. “How’s it taste?”
Jared takes a longer lick, up the side while tears form in Jensen’s eyes.
“Kinda weird,” Jared admits.
“Did you like it?”
Another grin. “Yeah.”
Jeff helps Jared through his first blow job, although he won’t let Jared do
much more than suckle on the head while his hands keep fucking up and down the
main shaft. By the way Jensen’s flailing, he loves it, comes with tears in his
eyes, come squirting out on Jared’s tongue and across his face, dirtying up the
young boy who smiles through it all.
Petting at Jared’s pink, used mouth, Jeff tells him to swallow, which Jared
immediately does, little nose wrinkling just a bit.
“You feel dirty?” Jeff asks the young boy, who looks up a little warily.
“Are you gonna make me take a bath?”
“Not unless you want one,” Jeff assures him, small smile on his lips. “But
that’s not what I meant, sweetheart. You know that feeling you get when you’re
doing something that’s maybe wrong but you love it?”
“Yeah…” Jared says, a little shyly.
“That’s what ‘dirty’ means in this context. And you are the most beautiful
dirty boy I’ve met. Born for this, sweetheart, I can tell you love it.”
Jared leans up, face tilted, all gashed-heart hopeful, and Jeff obliges by
kissing his worn little mouth, swiping a tongue across his plush lips and
licking off the taste of his brother’s come. The kid’s a sweet-mouthed dream,
always so eager, always wanting more.
Quite suddenly, Jeff realizes that Jensen’s shaking in his arms. He tugs the
teen up so he can look in his face.
“Jensen?”
He doesn’t look at Jeff, doesn’t seem aware, so Jeff shakes him again, lightly
slaps his face until his eyes focus.
“Hey.” Jeff’s voice is soft and careful. “Was that too much for you?”
“I… yeah,” Jensen softly replies, and Jeff keeps touching his neck, shoulders,
face, trying to keep Jensen grounded.
“It’s ok. You’ve got yourself so wound up so tight that it’s tough, I
understand sweetheart. I’m here to take care of you. I promise.”
Gently – so gently – Jeff keeps rocking Jensen in his arms, petting at his
back, until he feels some life come back into the teen.
“Gonna tuck you into bed with your brother. That ok?”
“Yeah.” Jensen nods, eyes clear and focused. “Thanks.”
Carrying Jensen’s with one arm, pressed against his chest, Jeff reaches down to
hold Jared’s hand and walk them to bed. He tucks Jensen in first, petting at
his hair and murmuring soothing things until his eyes flutter closed. Then he
takes Jared into the bathroom to put a warm washcloth against his face,
cleaning him up before tucking him into bed with his brother.
“You boys are here to stay with me for as long as you want,” he promises before
leaving them to sleep.
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