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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Younger!Jensen
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-03 Words: 4293
****** Birthday Gift ******
by spiders_stars
Summary
     Jensen has been waiting a long time for his body slave and now that
     he has him, he can't wait to explore.
Of all the gifts Jensen received for his thirteenth birthday, this was the one
that held the most potential. Sure, the new game system was likely to be fun,
and he’d been asking for the home theater set for a while, but this? It was the
very gift he’d been waiting for as far back as he could remember. His older
brother had been given a body slave when he turned fifteen, which was the
customary age, but Jensen had begged and pleaded and finally his parents had
caved.
Now Jensen simply couldn’t wait for the last of his party guests to leave,
thinking of the man waiting up in his bedroom. As soon as he was given
permission by his parents he was jogging quickly up the three flights to his
bedroom suit, shoving open the double doors and kicking them quickly shut
behind him.
His body slave’s name was Jared and he was crazy taller. Like, taller then
Jensen’s dad and brother. He was also pretty skinny with really smooth tan skin
and hair that was almost kind of golden. Jensen had spent the last few years
looking at people, learning about them and their bodies, online and in books
and everywhere he could. Jensen was just curious like that. He’d never seen
someone quiet as gorgeous as this man in front of him here.
“Hello,” Jensen said quietly to keep from startling his slave, smiling when the
man turned to look at him with wide hazel eyes.
Josh’s body slave was female and Jensen had spent many nights listening to his
big brother brag about all the amazing sex he was having. But Jensen had never
been that interested in the female body and he wasn’t all that sure how he felt
about having a lot of amazing sex all the time. He wanted to take his time with
his slave, learn all about his body, explore.
“My name is Jensen.” Stepping forward, Jensen shrugged out of the stupid suit
coat his mother had made him wear to his party and laid it over the desk chair.
“You probably knew that though. What’s yours?”
The man ducked his head down so that pretty hair fell in his eyes, his hands
hung loosely at his sides and his shoulders were guarded and tense. As
tradition, he only wore loose black draw string pants, no shirt, and Jensen
shifted just a little closer.
“Did you hear me?” He asked quietly when the slave didn’t answer, didn’t even
look up at him. “Don’t you have a name?”
That got the slave to look up, his eyes going wide for just a moment and Jensen
smiled at the little furrow that happened between his brows before he answered.
“My name is Jared, Master.”
Jensen scoffed and shook his head, walking slowly around Jared’s body to
inspect the curves of muscles across his chest and back. Unable to help
himself, Jensen reached out and trailed his fingers along Jared’s body as he
moved, shaping those muscles with gentle sweeps. “Please call me Jensen or Jen,
Jared. Master makes me feel like my Dad and that’s not so cool.”
He laughed but Jared merely nodded and ducked his head down again. As Jensen
rounded to his front, the air seemed to catch in Jared’s chest, causing the
man’s breath to hitch. A small smile played across Jensen’s lips and he drifted
his fingers up, exploring the curve of Jared’s pecs, letting his finger tips
graze along Jared’s nipple. When something like a shudder moved down Jared’s
body at the touch Jensen pressed just a little harder, rolling the nipple over
and over under his fingers until it hardened.
There was a flush of color crawling across Jared’s chest, up his neck, and
staining his cheeks. Jensen grinned, pleased with himself, and leaned forward
to snake his tongue out and flick it over the hardened nipple. When Jared
gasped Jensen almost laughed with glee. “You like that then? It feels good when
my tongue is on your skin?”
“Mas- Jensen. I don’t... are you supposed to...” Jared shifted uncertainly from
foot to foot. He didn’t step away but Jensen could tell he was unsure about
finding any sort of pleasure from this.
It caused Jensen’s brows to rise and he straightened up, letting his hands
drift down Jared’s chest and over the soft cotton of his pants. “It’s not like
you don’t know what you were bought for. What’s the matter? You think I’m too
young for you?”
“You’re just a child,” Jared whispered in a rush and for just a moment his eyes
met Jensen’s. Then he seemed to realize how he’d spoken back to his Master and
he dropped his gaze quickly back to the floor.
Jensen sighed and trailed his fingers in swirling patterns down Jared’s chest,
watching with a wave of delight as Jared seemed to unconsciously move up into
him. “I’m not a kid. Today was my thirteenth birthday. I’m a teenager now, a
young adult if it makes you feel better.” Jared didn’t look very convinced and
Jensen sighed before leaning forward, trailing his nose up the center of
Jared’s firm chest. “Besides, my parents bought you knowing exactly what I
would be using you for. I want to learn every inch of your body. Now. Get
naked.”
It was enough of an order Jared clearly had no choice but to obey, even if he
still looked just a little reluctant. His thumbs hooked under the hem of his
pants and he pushed slowly down, letting the material drop to pool at his feet
and stepping free from it. The bottom half of Jared’s body was just gorgeous as
the top half. His legs seem to stretch impossibly long down to the floor,
calves nicely rounded with muscle, hipbones jutting out prominently, and a
thick, long, already half hard cock.
A smirk tugged at Jensen’s lips. Jared could protest all he wanted but his
arousal was obvious and it brought a flush of color across his cheeks, heat
pulsing instantly through every inch of his much slighter form. “So. Just a kid
huh?”
With that he reached out and trailed his finger along the underside of Jared’s
cock, watching as it continued to fill and lengthen at his touch. The softest
of little moans rose through Jared and he tried to stifle by biting on his lip
but Jensen’s heart fluttered in response. Outside of watching his own body
reacting, Jensen had never seen a cock harden like this. He couldn’t tear his
gaze away and as continued the slow trace of lines and ridges Jared simply
hardened further.
“Wow,” Jensen whispered, wetting his lips and staring for a few minutes longer
before he finally tore his gaze back up at Jared. The slave’s cheeks were
flushed, his teeth dug hard into his bottom lip, the slightest grimace on his
face like he hated himself for the way his body was reacting. “Sit down on my
bed.”
“But I-”
“I said, sit down,” Jensen snapped, glaring at Jared for just a moment before
turning away and starting in on his clothing. He didn’t turn back to see if
Jared was following his orders as he undressed, laying everything over his desk
chair to take care of in the morning. For a moment he glanced at the small
stack of other presents he’d received earlier and he considered putting them in
their proper places but how could he possibly ignore the best gift who was -
hopefully - waiting on his bed.
When he was naked he turned back to the bed Jared was sitting just along the
edge and Jensen caught just a moment of his gaze before he looked away. The
flush on the slave’s cheeks deepened and Jensen watched as his cock twitched.
It had Jensen’s stomach fluttering and he stepped quickly forward, spreading
his legs and crawling up to sit on Jared’s lap.
“Oh god,” Jared whispered, instantly biting down on his lip. Apparently he was
still learning how to keep some thoughts to himself or something. Normally a
Master wouldn’t be too pleased with a slave that spoke back but Jensen kind of
liked it. Within reason. There was no way he was letting Jared get away with
not doing anything.
“Don’t worry Jared, I just want to get a little familiar with your body. There
won’t be any fucking tonight. I want that, obviously, but we’ve got plenty of
time.” Jensen reasoned, trailing his fingers along Jared’s shoulders and neck.
“F-fucking?” Jared almost gasped and just barely squirmed under Jensen’s weight
on his thighs. “You want... but. You’re... you’re so...”
“Please don’t call me a kid again. Seriously. Do I really act like a child to
you?” Jensen rolled his eyes and let his fingers drift down to circle Jared’s
nipples slowly.
Jared choked on a moan and his hands lifted to plant over Jensen’s hips and
keep him from squirming any closer. “Tiny. You’re small Mas- Jensen. I’ll hurt
you. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh don’t worry, we’ll make sure I’m plenty stretched out before that time
comes.” Jensen reasoned easily and shrugged, thumbing across Jared’s nipples
until they both hardened and Jared let out another of those forcefully
restrained moans.
Before Jared could protest any further Jensen shoved him back and dropped down
with him to sprawl over his chest. He closed his lips around Jared’s nipple and
sucked slowly, dragging his teeth along the nub and rocking his already aching
cock forward as Jared moaned. A large hand, long fingers, came up to cup over
the back of his head and for a moment Jensen thought he’d be pushed away -
which wouldn’t have made him all that pleased - but Jared simply held him there
instead.
Jensen took his time tasting his way along Jared’s chest. The skin was kind of
addicting. Warm and fresh, smooth and silky beneath his lips and tongue. And
the way Jared moved in slow twists and writhes was kind of perfect. Jensen felt
weirdly powerful and he grinned against Jared’s hipbone in between tracing the
contours with his tongue.
“Shouldn’t I-” Jared gasped and combed his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “P-
please you, Master? Jensen? I should...”
“Oh trust me, this is very pleasing.” Jensen pushed up long enough to grin at
Jared, rolling his hips down against Jared’s thigh to show his slave just how
hard his cock was. “I think I want to taste your cock tonight though. It is my
birthday after all. And on my birthday I should get whatever I want.”
With that Jensen slid off the edge of the bed to kneel between Jared’s legs and
leaned down. He caught the musky scent of Jared’s arousal, unable to name the
spicy sweet combination that belonged to his slave. Jensen moaned softly as his
tongue slid out between his lips and dragged from base to tip, circling all
those little ridges he’d felt with his fingers before. Jared moaned so loudly
it echoed around them and Jensen laughed in giddy pleasure, more pleased with
himself than he could admit to.
Having never been able to taste someone in this way before, Jensen took his
time to taste along every inch of his slave’s rock hard cock. His tongue laved
over the forming drop of pre-come over and over, gathering up the bittersweet
slick and memorizing the way it spread across his tongue. It was delicious in
the strangest of ways and Jensen wanted to spend forever sucking along Jared’s
flesh.
As his head began a slow bob, mouth stretching wider to suck Jared down even
further, his fingers lifted to roll along Jared’s heavy ball sac. It was
definitely bigger than his own, maybe silkier or something. Jensen popped his
lips off Jared’s cock and ducked down, sucking one fleshy ball between his lips
and then the other. On the bed Jared let out a low groan and nearly thrust up
into Jensen’s mouth, obviously unable to hide his pleasure.
“You’re never felt pleasure like this before have you?”Jensen asked as he
pulled back, panting against Jared’s balls. “Tell me that I’m the first to make
you feel this way.”
Jared’s fingers drifted through Jensen’s hair, another moan vibrating along his
chest as he struggled to answer. “N-never. Jensen. Oh god, please. I need...”
Pushing up to stare down at Jared’s flushed features, Jensen bit his bottom lip
around a pleased smile. Jared was so gorgeous, so much older, and the fact that
Jensen could reduce him to begging was kind of amazing. “Want you to come all
over my face,” Jensen said in an excited whisper as he curled his fist around
the base of Jared’s cock and slowly started stroking him.
Apparently Jensen said the magic in words. In the next moment Jared’s hips
stuttered up, thick ropes of come spraying from the head of his cock. Jensen
aimed it, closing his eyes and savoring the hot white splashes landing across
his cheeks, over his brow, painting his lips. He continued to milk Jared
through the last of his release, tongue slipping out to glide over his lips and
gather up the come lingering there.
“Jesus,” Jared panted and collapsed down on the bed, his fingers slipping from
Jensen’s hair.
With a bright grin jensen clambered back up on the bed and dropped to Jared’s
side. His cock was practically throbbing by this point and he knew he wasn’t
going to last much longer. Working quickly, Jensen stroked over his overheated
skin, staring greedily down at Jared’s flushed body.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Jensen mumbled and moaned as his orgasm flared hard
forward. He came all over Jared’s chest, aiming his cock to try and hit Jared’s
nipples. His slave was openly staring now, that flush on his cheeks back in
full force, and Jensen shuddered with the last of his orgasm.
“You know,” Jensen murmured a few moments later as he dropped down and began
licking up his come from Jared’s body. The taste was different from his own and
Jensen smiled softly. “I think this thing between us is gonna be awesome. Now,
let’s sleep.”
Jared blinked up at him, stilling looking a little dazed as Jensen shifted
around to grab a tissue and clean off his face. “Where-” Jared coughed, cleared
his throat and tried again. “Where should I sleep?”
With a laugh Jensen tossed the tissue into the trash and twisted around to yank
at his blanket. “In my bed. Obviously.”
Jared stared at him with wide eyes and Jensen laughed once more.
~~
“This is my garden.” Jensen tipped his head back to soak in the sunshine and
grinned, letting his gaze drop over to Jared. His slave still looked pretty
hesitant, unable or unwilling to enjoy himself, even if they’d spent more than
a week together now getting to know one another.
Sure, most of that time had been in his bedroom and Jared didn’t always seem
that into things but he always came, he always looked like he enjoyed himself,
and Jensen thought maybe he was coming around. Maybe.
“I mean, it’s the entire family’s really but I’m the only one who comes out
here. I’ve planted everything, pick it all out, arranged it.” Jensen shrugged
and let his arm bump against Jared’s, hoping the slave would take his hand. He
wanted Jared to like him and not just because he kind of had to. Well he didn’t
really have to, as he kept proving by looking like every moment they spent
together was something like rape pleasure. If such a thing were possible.
“You planted them?” Jared asked quietly, glancing toward Jensen with slightly
narrowed eyes. He obviously didn’t believe Jensen and well, that probably
wasn’t too far off base.
After all, Jensen lived the kind of life where everything was handed to him,
servants for any need he could possibly have. That didn’t necessarily mean he
wasn’t capable of doing things on his own and he scoffed and slid his arms over
his chest, pouting down at the ground. “Yes I planted them. Is it really that
hard to accept that I’m capable of doing things with my own two hands?”
Jared huffed a laugh that surprised Jensen enough to have his arms dropping and
his eyes lifting up to the slave. “No, Jensen, it’s really not that hard to
accept. You’re... quite skilled with your hands.”
That sure sounded a lot like Jared complimenting him and Jensen grinned,
reaching out to snag Jared’s hand and tug him further into the garden, slipping
through the opening of the hedge maze he’d been so insistent upon them having.
Of course, he didn’t do all the trimming to ensure the maze stayed nice and
neat but he designed it all so that was something.
“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining about that though,” Jensen pointed out
as they disappeared through the maze, stepping out into the middle where they
were surrounded on all sides by green. Jensen dropped Jared’s hand and turned
to him, slow smile growing on his lips. “Come on Jared, fess up, you love how
skilled I am with my hands.”
As he nodded toward Jared the slave reached up to curl his fingers around the
hem of his shirt. Despite whatever protests Jared often voiced, Jensen had
already trained him well. “Jensen... we’re outside.”
“You’re always so good at stating the obvious.” Jensen rolled his eyes and
stepped forward, curling his hands over Jared’s already hardening cock through
his pants and rubbing softly. Jensen insisted Jared keep a shirt on though most
body slaves wore only their casual light cloth pants. Only Jensen knew just how
gorgeous Jared was and he’d seen the looks others gave him, Jensen was not
interested in sharing. “Tell me Jared. I wanna hear you say it.”
A soft moan fell from Jared’s lips, his hips rocking up into the slow roll of
Jensen’s hand over his rapidly hardening cock. Jared’s strong hands lifted and
dropped on Jensen’s shoulders, one sliding up into his hair and fisting softly.
“Jen... why out here? Can’t we go to your room?”
Jensen frowned, considering his slave for a moment then stepping back so
Jared’s hands fell from him. The slave’s eyes grew wide, maybe a little more
uncertain than usual, but Jensen wasn’t going to reassure him. He was tired of
his slave being so hesitant about everything. Jensen was going to take what he
wanted and Jared was just going to have to sit there and take it.
“Get naked,” Jensen said almost flatly and turned from Jared, reaching into his
pocket to pull out a small packet of lube and begin shedding his own clothing.
Pleasure was already crawling up through him, even if Jared was being a squirmy
little pussy about things, and he listened intently to the soft sound of Jared
undressing.
The silence lingered between them, Jensen taking his time laying his folded
clothes to the side then opening the packet of lube. He could hear Jared’s
breath increasing, coming in short pants, and Jensen bit his lip around a
smirk. Clearly Jared was affected just by seeing his naked body and that meant
a lot.
“Jensen?” Jared asked several minutes later, the uncertainty clear in his
voice.
“Sit down on the grass,” Jensen instructed, finally turning to face Jared. His
slave was already completely hard, his body flushed, and Jensen stepped forward
as Jared sat.
“What are we-”
“Stop talking Jared.” Jensen stepped over Jared’s legs, spreading his own so he
was low enough his cock was just about even with Jared’s mouth. Biting down on
his lip, Jensen inched a little and stretched one arm behind himself to circle
his slicked fingers around his hole. “Open your mouth. I want to make you taste
me.”
Jared’s lips instantly parted with a gasp and Jensen snagged the opportunity,
rocking his hips forward and letting the head of his cock graze across Jared’s
full bottom lip. As Jared’s hands lifted to curl around his hipbones and draw
him just a little closer, Jensen worked two fingers up into his body. The heat
of Jared’s mouth closed around him, sucking him even deeper and Jensen’s head
tipped back in a moan.
“Oh god yes Jared, your mouth.” Jensen’s free hand threaded back through
Jared’s hair and he held tightly, rocking back onto his fingers and forward
into Jared’s mouth. It was more pleasure than he’d felt in the last week
combined and that was really saying a lot. “Gonna. Gonna fuck myself, on your
cock. Wanna be buried in me? Do you want me Jared?”
“Jensen,” Jared groaned as his lips lifted from Jensen’s cock then sank back
down, the slave once more refusing to directly answer Jensen’s question, admit
just how much he wanted Jensen.
That was probably why Jensen finally snapped in the end. He pulled his cock
free of Jared’s mouth and quickly kneeled over his slave’s thighs, only
stopping long enough to slip a third finger up into his body. It wasn’t the
first time he’d fingered himself as he played with Jared, explored his body,
but this would be the first time he finally took that cock in him like he so
badly wanted too.
“You gotta tell me you want it,” Jensen insisted quietly, using his free hand
to stroke the remaining lube over Jared’s rock hard cock. “Tell me you want to
be in me Jared. Please? Please, I want you to want me.”
“What?” Jared whispered, blinking at Jensen through lust hazed eyes. He shook
his head after a moment and swallowed loud enough Jensen heard it. “Jen. I- I.
Of course I want you, okay? I want my fucking cock buried so deep in you that I
can see it. I want you moaning and writhing and twisting while I fuck you.
Okay? That what you want to hear?”
A slow grin tugged at Jensen’s lips and he pulled his fingers free, dropping
the other hand from Jared’s cock and wiping both hands on the grass at either
side of his body. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want to hear.”
With that his hands came to Jared’s shoulders and he pushed up, reaching down
beneath him to grasp Jared’s cock at the base and guiding his body forward. The
first initial pressure of Jared’s cock splitting him open was better than
Jensen ever could have imagined. He’d always wondered what it would be like,
this heat stretching him open, and Jensen was pretty sure he was already
addicted.
“God, Jared. So... oh Jared,” Jensen gasped, shuddering as he tried to keep
from simply dropping down on Jared’s cock. The slave’s hands held his sides,
controlling the slow drop of his small frame, and their lips came together in a
slow brush.
Jensen loved kissing Jared, it always made him feel amazing, like his skin was
tingling and Jared was trying to taste every inch of him with the sweep of his
tongue. The slave’s cock finally buried the rest of the way up in him and
Jensen sat on Jared’s thighs, shuddering with thick waves of pleasure as their
lips moved together. Jared was moaning into the kiss as Jensen’s body clenched
and unclenched, adjusting to the stretch.
“Gotta move,” Jensen finally tore back from the kiss with a gasp and pushed up,
lifting off Jared’s cock and dropping heavily back down. He hadn’t anticipated
the way it would feel, Jared’s burning cock thrusting up into him, and he
called out loudly with pleasure. Jensen let his fingers pinch and roll over
Jared’s nipples as he ducked forward, pressing his lips to Jared’s ear lobe.
“Fuck me Jared. Please.”
Something like a growl rose in Jared and in the next moment the slave’s hands
gripped his body hard enough it almost hurt. In one swift motion Jared flipped
them, rolling Jensen hard back onto the grass and pulling completely from him.
Their eyes met for just a moment and Jensen silently lifted his thin legs and
wrapped them around Jared’s waist.
With another deep moan Jared thrust hard forward, his hips slapping against
Jensen’s over and over, his pace holding fast and sharp. Jensen clutched at
Jared’s shoulders and rocked his body up, taking Jared in deeper and moaning
impossibly loud as the next thrust slammed hard right up against his prostate.
“Touch me,” Jensen gasped, already feeling his orgasm so close to the edge. He
would have to build up more stamina but he trusted Jared to help him in that
department.
“Fuck. You’re too much,” Jared growled and somehow managed to work a hand
between them. His hand felt impossibly large around Jensen’s cock, stroking in
time with each of those brutal fucks downward, and everything in Jensen
tightened and pulsed out.
Jensen called out Jared’s name as he came, spine twisting up off the ground,
fingers tugging at his slave’s hair until their lips could crash together. In
the next moment Jensen could feel Jared’s release filling him up, the heat so
much more intense as Jared continued short fucks forward to bury it deeper
within him.
That was absolutely the best thing Jensen had ever experienced. “We are so
videotaping that next time,” Jensen muttered into the kiss, fingers dragging
through Jared’s hair in a tender stroke.
Jared groaned and pulled free from Jensen’s body, collapsing to the side. “Has
anyone ever told you, you’re the kinkiest thirteen year old alive?”
“Jared.” Jensen sighed and rolled to prop up on his elbow, slowing smirking at
his body slave and letting his hand drop hard over a firm chest. “You really
haven’t seen anything yet.”
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