Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1012422.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Parent/Child_Incest, Daddy_Kink, Age_Difference,
      Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Family_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-21 Words: 7761
****** Family Day ******
by alycat
Summary
     Sleeping with your own father isn't what most people would call a
     good idea, but it is what Jensen wants. Their new relationship forces
     both Jared and Jensen to figure out where they want things to go from
     there.
Notes
     Original warnings and notes from LiveJournal:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - incest, underage, age
     difference (Jensen 16, Jared 36), daddy!kink.
The second time Jensen woke up it was with his father wrapped around him once
more but it was very different from the first time. That time had been
confusion and guilt but the second time he woke with a smile on his lips and
when he blinked his eyes open he found Jared watching him, a matching smile on
his lips.
"Morning," Jensen said on a yawn, not really knowing what he should do in a
moment like this.
His father apparently did though because Jared leaned in and pressed a soft
kiss to Jensen's lips, dipping his tongue into Jensen's mouth without any
thoughts about morning breath. Jensen moaned at the feeling of Jared's tongue
sliding against his and he reached up to wrap his arms around his father's
neck. Jared shifted them, pushing Jensen onto his back and leaning over him and
a part of Jensen wanted to lift his legs up to wrap them around his father's
waist but in that moment he realized that he was still wet and open from Jared
fucking him during the night.
"God," Jensen gasped into the kiss.
"What?" Jared mumbled, only pulling back enough to be able to look down at
Jensen.
"I'm…" Jensen started but he had to stop and swallow thickly before he could go
on. "I'm wet and sticky…"
He could see the moment when it clicked in his father's eyes and Jared's eyes
went dark, the very next moment he was kissing Jensen hard and demanding,
pushing himself in between Jensen's legs.
"Dad?" Jensen mumbled quietly.
"You're all wet with my come," Jared growled. "I bet I could just push inside
you right now. I fucked you twice tonight, you must still be open from
it...please, baby, can I have you?"
Jensen could feel his own morning wood growing even harder at those words and
before he could really think too much about it he spread his legs, inviting his
father in. Jared groaned and reached down to drag his fingers over the inside
of Jensen's thigh. The touch was soft, almost teasing, and Jensen shivered as
his hips rose off the air mattress, pushing into the touch. Jared didn't say
anything but his hands drifted down, sliding over the soft skin where thigh and
groin connected and Jensen trembled at the tickling touch before Jared's
fingers stroked over the puffy rim of Jensen's hole.
"I can't believe this is happening," Jensen groaned even as he pushed down
against Jared's fingers.
"It is," his father said, shifting them until he was kneeling between Jensen's
thighs. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this. If only you could see yourself,
little hole all pink from taking my cock. I can see my come leaking out of
you."
Jensen gasped at the words but he didn't have time to respond before Jared
slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock pressing against Jensen's rim and
it even though it was slightly uncomfortable Jensen couldn't hold back the moan
when he felt himself stretched wide around his father's dick.
"You're gonna be the death of me, baby," Jared groaned, rolling his hips and
slowly sliding all the way inside.
It felt so good, feeling Jared's cock throb inside him and Jensen was sure he
could feel everything, each vein dragging at his sensitive insides. He thought
it should hurt but it didn't; in fact he thought that maybe it was even better
than the times before. But maybe it was because of the sleep still clouding his
mind, or because it was the way he had often dreamed about being woken up.
"I can feel it," Jared breathed out. "How slick you are for me, put two loads
inside you and….you're fucking sloppy wet with it."
"Fuck," Jensen gasped. "That's… filthy…"
His father's smile was sinful and when he leaned in the kiss was molasses slow,
his hips unmoving and Jensen felt himself slowly relax around the hard length
filling him up. Suddenly Jared reached down to grip Jensen's hips before
rolling them over and for a moment Jensen thought they would fall off the air
mattress before Jared managed to get them balanced again and Jensen found
himself on top of his father. The new position made Jensen slide down even
further on Jared's dick and he groaned when it pushed at spots that had never
been pushed at before.
"Daddy," Jensen whimpered. "God, so big…"
It was different being on top of his father and Jensen reached down to balance
himself with his hands against his father's chest. He looked down at his dad
and Jared moved his hands from Jensen's hips, trailing them up his hips and
making Jensen shiver at the touch.
"If you only knew how wonderful you look," Jared said and Jensen thought he
could hear the awe in his father's voice.
The sun didn't penetrate far through the thickness of the tent walls, but was
enough for Jensen to really be able to see the flex of muscles under his
father's tanned skin but even more he could see the heat in his father's gaze
and a small smile stretched his lips. It wasn't easy getting a rhythm set up
with the air mattress moving beneath them but Jensen shifted until he could
find the right position to slowly push himself up.
His father's eyes turned dark when they fell down to where their bodies were
connected and Jensen felt himself blush at the way he must look, Jared's cock
holding him open. With a low groan Jensen circled his hips, only the head of
his father's cock still inside and he smiled when he saw the look of pure
pleasure on the man's face.
"Fucking tease," Jared groaned but even though his hands still were curved
around Jensen's hips, he didn't push Jensen down, his thumbs merely brushing
over sensitive skin.
"Always," Jensen said, a small shaky smile on his lips and then he circled his
hips once more before sliding down until the curve of his ass was pressed
against Jared's thighs.
They both groaned and Jensen kept still, relishing the feeling of his father
inside him and he shivered when Jared's hands moved down over his ass, sliding
between to feel where they were connected. Jensen took a few deep breaths
before he clenched down only to see the way his father's eyes rolled back in
his head and feel the way his body shivered under Jensen's. It was as much
teasing as he could do and he started riding Jared with a grinding motion of
his hips.
He wished they were in a bed, wished he could ride him as hard as he really
wanted to but since that wasn't an option he forced himself to keep it slower
and he couldn't deny the tenderness in the act. Jared moaned and his hips
lifted up to meet Jensen when he pushed himself down, filling him up perfectly
and Jensen thought that his body must be made to take Jared's cock because what
little experience he’d had before faded away into nothing.
"This is the best way to wake up," Jared groaned, one hand falling from
Jensen's body to instead fist into the discarded blankets. "Could do this
forever."
"Want to wake me up like this every day?" Jensen said with a shaky laugh,
gasping when the laugh made him tighten around the cock filling him up. "Maybe
slide inside me while I'm still asleep? Would love to wake up with your cock
inside me, Daddy."
"Fuck, the mouth on you," Jared groaned, his hips pushing up hard and Jensen
cried out in pleasure.
-¤-
-¤-
Jared couldn't take his eyes off Jensen, not when the boy was riding him so
prettily, his cock bobbing up and down with his thrusts and Jared had never
felt such silken perfection as that of being buried inside his son's tight
body. The words spilling from Jensen's lips had his cock throbbing with want
and need and a part of Jared wanted to turn them around, fuck Jensen hard into
the mattress but he loved watching Jensen's body move above him. Slender hips
rolled as Jensen ground himself down on Jared's cock and Jared watched as drop
of pre-come fell from Jensen's dick and down on Jared's belly. It was such a
pretty sight that a part of Jared wanted to reach for one of their cameras
stuffed in the corner but he knew that fucking his son was bad enough, saving
pictures of it might be going a bit too far. After all, it wasn't like he
needed it, not when he was sure the image of Jensen riding him would be burned
into his mind forever.
"Wanna fuck you in front of a mirror," he gasped, unable to keep quiet as he
watched his beautiful son. "Make you see how fucking gorgeous you look like
this, see how much you like it."
Above him Jensen shivered, tight ass practically rippling around Jared and he
felt his orgasm approaching quickly but he wanted to come with Jensen falling
apart around him. He forced his fingers from their grip on the blankets,
instead wrapping one hand around Jensen's leaking dick. The reaction was
instantaneous and Jensen's head fell back as a deep moan left his lips and his
cock twitched in Jared's grip.
"Daddy," Jensen keened, whole body trembling in pleasure as his orgasm hit.
"Baby," Jared gasped when Jensen's body clenched down even tighter around him,
milking the orgasm out of him. "God, so perfect. Jesus...fuck…"
His cock twitched as he filled Jensen with his come, cock pulsing out until
Jared felt weak with how powerful the orgasm was. Jensen collapsed on top of
him, Jared's softening dick still inside him and Jared wrapped his arms around
his sweat-slicked body, breathing into the curve of Jensen's neck.
"Fuck…" Jensen almost whimpered.
"Yeah," Jared agreed. "Good morning, baby."
-¤-
Jensen was singing low to himself and Jared couldn't keep the smile off his
face when he heard it but he decided to not walk over and disturb the boy. In
fact, he wasn't sure he would be able to keep his hands off Jensen if he did.
He didn't think he would ever be able to get enough of his boy but no more than
half a day into this new relationship of theirs, Jared was aching to feel
Jensen's body pressed up against him. But he didn't want to force anything on
Jensen that might be too much for him. Instead Jared fed their fire with more
wood, making it crackle merrily in its little stone circle and only when he was
sure it would survive for some time without him guarding over it did he grab
two bottles of water and some sandwiches. Jensen's voice had drifted off into
silence and when Jared walked down to the shoreline he found him half asleep in
the sun.
"I thought you were going fishing?" Jared asked and Jensen just mumbled quietly
before he yawned and stretched his limbs.
"I will," Jensen said. "Soon. I think. Someone kept me up half the night, after
all…"
Jared laughed and sat down beside Jensen on the sun-warmed sand and handed over
one of the water bottles to the boy before putting the bag of sandwiches
between them. Neither of them said a word and for awhile Jensen lay still in
the sand, eyes closed against the sun and a small smile on his lips. He looked
content in a way that Jared hadn't seen in a long time and Jared lay down
beside him, closing his eyes and soaking up the sun. A soft breeze made the
trees rustle and kept the sun from being too hot but apart from the soft sound
of the wind in the trees and soft waves against the shoreline, there was
nothing interrupting the perfect day.
He heard Jensen sitting up and he thought that the soft sound he heard was that
of Jensen brushing away sand before the tell-tale sound of plastic registered,
and when Jared looked over he saw Jensen carefully untying the knot of the
small bag, careful to not rip at it. Jared couldn't hold the smile off his
face.
"I don't see a need to ruin something," Jensen muttered defensively.
"We won't reuse it, baby," Jared pointed out but what he hadn't expected was
the way Jensen reacted to the small word.
The bag dropped down on the ground and Jared found himself with a lapful of his
son's warm body, arms around his neck as Jensen pressed their lips together in
soft kisses. It wasn't the deep, heated kisses of the night and morning,
instead feather soft touches that moved from Jared's mouth and up his cheek.
With all that had happened, the heat and passion shared between them, the
softness of these kisses was almost unexpected and they gave Jared the first
glimpse of something beyond what they had experienced so far.
"I kinda have a thing for you calling me that," Jensen admitted with a bashful
little smile on his lips before it turned into a smirk. "Daddy."
Jared laughed and wrapped his arms around Jensen, kissing him with all the
tenderness he felt for his son before he pulled back and forced Jensen to
instead sit beside him. At first Jensen looked hurt at being pushed aside but
when Jared wrapped one arm around Jensen's shoulders and tugged him close, the
pleased smile was back in place.
"How about we actually have some food?" Jared asked, reaching for the forgotten
bag and making sure no sand had fallen inside. "Turkey or ham?"
Jensen rolled his eyes and reached for the turkey sandwich, making Jared smile
and the two of them settled in pressed side to side, eating in companionable
silence. It was something special, sitting at the serene lake with Jensen by
his side and Jared thought it was even more special with how close Jensen sat,
the mere knowledge that if he wanted to, he could lean in and kiss those soft
lips.
"What's the plan for the rest of the day?" Jared asked once they were finished
with their lunch.
A wicked little smile curved Jensen's lips and his tongue flicked out to swipe
away any remaining crumbs. The sight was enough for heat to pool low in Jared's
belly.
"Apart from that," Jared added.
"I wanna fish," Jensen said with a smile but he made no move to get up, instead
he leaned in and rested his hand on Jared's shoulder.
Jared couldn't see anything wrong in spending some time with Jensen pressed up
close to him and even though he never really considered himself a cuddler,
everything was different when it came to Jensen.
-¤-
"Nothing!" Jensen exclaimed, the prettiest of pouts on his face.
"Jensen, you've been at it for twenty minutes," Jared pointed out, barely
looking up from the book he had been reading.
"Twenty-five," Jensen corrected and Jared couldn't help but smile.
He was stretched out on a blanket in the grass, a few feet away from where
Jensen was perched on a stone, fishing rod in hand and eyes intent on the line
as he reeled it in once more. Jensen looked over to see that Jensen was using
the store-bought lures.
"Why aren't you using your own lures?" Jared asked, putting the book down on
the blanket.
"Forgot to bring them," Jensen muttered. "So much for making a list."
"I brought them," Jared said, smiling when he saw Jensen perk up. "I just need
to remember where I put them...probably in my bag. Maybe in the side pocket I
never…"
"Dad," Jensen interrupted. "Please!"
"Right," Jared said with a laugher. "Guess I'll be right back."
He found his bag tucked into the very corner of their tent and he smiled when
he found the small box of Jensen's lures, shaking his head slightly at the fact
that Jensen had forgotten something despite of his carefully planned list. It
took him a few minutes to walk back to where Jensen was still sitting on the
stone, line reeled in and carefully unfastening the simple lures.
"Here," Jared said, putting the box down next to his son.
-¤-
-¤-
A small shiver ran down Jensen's spine when he reached for the box and his
fingers brushed his father's hand. He couldn't keep the smile off his face when
he picked up one of his own carefully handmade lures.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Jared lay back down on the blanket but his
father didn't pick the book back up and Jensen felt a dull blush creep on his
cheek even as his lips stretched in a pleased little smile. The sun was warm on
his face and with the way it sparkled in the dancing water of the small river,
Jensen was grateful for the sunglasses perched on his nose. He thought he could
feel the freckles pop out by the second but for once he didn't mind; the day
was much too perfect for small things to get to him.
Throwing out the line once more Jensen thought it didn't really matter if he
caught them dinner or not, just sitting there, watching the line cut through
the water as he reeled it in and with his father's gaze on his back Jensen
figured that he couldn't want for more than he had in that moment. A part of
him knew this was nothing more than an illusion, something that he would have
only during their time camping but for as long as he had it, he planned to
enjoy it. His father might claim that this was for good, but Jensen wasn't
stupid and he knew a relationship between them wouldn't really hold up in the
real world. And Jensen wasn't prepared to be someone's dirty little secret, no
matter how much he loved his father.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Jared said and Jensen jumped at the voice
speaking right behind him.
He realized that he had been drifting away for probably quite some time and he
cursed when he realized that the lure had been sinking and when he tugged at
it, nothing happened.
"Oh fuck it," Jensen growled. "I like that lure..here, hold this."
He pushed the rod into his father's hand but he didn't bother to pull off the
shorts and t-shirt and ignoring Jared's protests he dove into the river.
"Jensen! C'mon, are you…"
The sound faded away when Jensen swam down towards the bottom of the river, one
hand on the line to follow it down to wherever the lure had gotten stuck. From
above the sparkling water had seemed clear and inviting but diving down into
the darkness in the middle of the river, Jensen found himself surrounded by
murkiness, plants and mud. His fingers fumbled in the dark, finding his way to
the half rotten roots that were clinging to the small lure. Somewhere in the
background he thought he could hear Jared calling out his name but even though
his lungs were burning, Jensen continued to work to get the lure free and
despite being under water he let out a whoop as it finally came free.
Whooping under water when he was already almost out of air was not a good thing
and Jensen panicked when he felt water sloshing down his lungs and when his
feet kicked at the ground it was a weak motion, not enough to carry him up to
the surface and for the first time he realized just how far down he had swam.
The water felt heavy above him, pressing him down and Jensen opened his mouth
to scream when he realized he couldn't get up again.
He thought he could feel the roots below snare around his feet, pulling him
down as the water weighed from above, working together to make sure he wouldn't
get anywhere and for some reason the thing that really got to him was the
weight of the lure in his hand, his entire mind focusing in on that small
little thing even as the soundless scream made him inhale even more water.
Panic clawed at him and his vision started to flicker with dark spots but then
Jensen felt strong arms wrapped around him and he was lifted up to the surface.
"Are you insane?" he heard Jared cry out as they broke the surface. "There's a
reason we fucking bathe in the lake, Jen! There's a current here and the bottom
is...fuck…"
Jensen gasped for air, coughing up water even as Jared half dragged, half
carried him out of the river and Jensen collapsed on the ground, unable to keep
the tears from falling as his father got up, pacing back and forth as he cursed
a blue streak.
"I'm… I'm…" he sputtered out between gushes of muddy water.
"Really, you need to think a bit more!" Jared shouted. "It's a fucking lure,
Jensen. It’s not worth… What the hell were you thinking? Don't you…"
He went silent all of a sudden and the next moment he fell down on his knees
and pulled Jensen into his arms, rubbing big hands over Jensen's wet skin.
"Baby, I thought...when you didn't come back up again," Jared mumbled, pressing
soft kisses against Jensen's temple.
"Sorry," Jensen hiccuped.
He didn't know how he could explain the thoughts that had filled his mind
before he had dove into the river, the fears and worries that had made thinking
something distant and self-preservation something out of reach. In that moment
all that mattered was Jared's arms around him and Jensen didn't know if the hug
was that of a father or of a lover.
"I got the lure back," Jensen pointed out once his breathing calmed down and
his lungs had stopped burning.
"You," Jared said with an eyeroll. "Are insane."
"Like father, like son," Jensen quipped even though his throat felt rough and
every muscle in his body was trembling.
"I should ground you," Jared sighed. "And take away your phone. And maybe your
computer as well, maybe that would make you think before you dive into a damn
river!"
Jensen could hear the anger back in his father's voice and he had hard time
reconciling the angry father in front of him with the man that had pushed him
down into the sand to trade kisses just a few hours earlier. This change in
dynamic between them was really messing with Jensen's mind and together with
the fear still lingering he had a hard trouble keeping the tears at bay. A
shiver ran down his spine; despite the blue sky above the wet clothes made him
feel chilled to the bone and he could see it on his father's face when he
realized that.
"Shit, fuck," Jared spit out before quickly pushing himself and running over to
grab the forgotten blanket. "Let's get you warm, baby."
Jared wrapped the blanket around Jensen's shoulders and rubbed it against his
wet skin, making Jensen's teeth chatter when warmth slowly returned to his
limbs and together they made their way back towards the tent, Jared with his
bag in one hand and his free arm wrapped around Jensen's shoulders.
"You go get changed," Jared ordered when they got to the camping site. "I'll
get the fire going fully again."
"Dad," Jensen protested. "You're wet as well and…"
"Jensen!" Jared snapped. "Tent, now!"
Jensen flinched but didn't protest, instead he quickly turned away and ducked
into the tent, stripping out of the damp clothes and finding one of their
towels to rub himself warm before he pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
After a moment’s hesitation he grabbed their sleeping blankets and wrapped one
around himself before he peeked out the tent opening to where his father was
kneeling next to their fire. Small flames were already rising up towards the
sky and soon Jared had gotten the fire crackling fully but he made no move to
get up even though Jensen could see him shivering slightly.
It was obvious that the man at the fire was his father and not his lover and
for some reason that made something ache inside Jensen. He should have known it
was too good to last, something was bound to make Jared remember just who he
had been sleeping with and Jensen wondered how things would be when they got
back home. No matter how good it had been he wasn't sure it would be worth it
if Jared would regret it.
"Here, get warm," Jensen said quietly when he stepped out of the tent and
handed the towel to his father. "I'll look after the fire."
Jared looked up, seemingly startled and for a moment Jensen thought he would
say something but instead the man nodded and got up and headed towards the tent
and Jensen's belly dropped when his father closed the flap behind himself.
-¤-
-¤-
He could hear Jensen move around outside, could hear the boy adding more wood
to the fire but Jared wasn't quite ready to go back out there. Instead he
slowly got undressed and rubbed himself with the towel until he started feeling
warm again. He didn't think it was being wet that had really made him feel
cold, not with the sun blazing down above them. No, the lingering cold came
from the panic he had felt when Jensen hadn't come out of the river and Jared
realized something had gone wrong.
Words couldn't describe what he had felt in that moment and he hadn't thought
for a second before he had dove in after Jensen. Pulling on clothes again he
wondered about the feelings warring in his mind, the terrifying fear of losing
a son but also the fear of losing someone that he was sure was the love of his
life. The feelings of lover and father were warring inside him and Jared tried
to make sense of it all, trying to understand which persona he should be in
that moment. His heart wasn't hammering in his chest anymore, and he sank down
on the air mattress, hiding his face in his hands.
He wasn't sure how long he sat like that, trying to make sense of what he was
feeling but in the end he knew that no matter who he was, Jensen was still the
most important thing in his life and nothing would be able to change it. It
wasn't until he opened the tent and stepped outside that he realized he must
have stayed inside much longer than he had thought. The sun was already dipping
towards the horizon, painting the lake in hues of pink and gold and Jared
cursed low under his breath even as he turned to look for Jensen.
The fire had to have been tended to recently and when Jared looked around he
saw his son sitting down by the lake, in the very spot where they had been
trading slow kisses mere hours before.
"Jen," Jared said when he sat down next to Jensen.
The boy sat with his legs pulled up, arms wrapped around them and his chin
resting against his jean clad knees.
"Talk to me, baby," Jared said softly.
"I'm sorry I scared you," Jensen answered but he didn't look over at Jared as
he spoke.
"Jensen," Jared said, reaching out to wrap one arm around Jensen and pull him
close. "I thought I'd lost you."
"It was… I was so afraid," Jensen said and there was a quiver to his voice. "I
don't know what I was thinking but… You came for me."
"I'll always come for you," Jared promised. "We have so much stuff to do, I
can't lose you now that I have you in every way I always wanted. You better be
careful, baby."
Jensen looked up and Jared thought he could see surprise in the boy's face and
for the first time Jared realized that maybe Jensen had thought the same thing
that Jared had and he cursed how stupid he was for being so lost in his own
mind that he forgot that he was dealing with a teenage boy.
"You...still want…" Jensen started and then he swallowed. "This?"
"I want you," Jared said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jensen's lips. "We
still have so much to explore, and I want to explore it all with you."
Jensen answered the soft kisses, wrapping his arms around Jared's neck but the
kisses remained soft and tender, a mere brush of lips and Jared smiled into it.
"May I ask something?" Jensen said hesitantly, not moving away from Jared.
"Always," Jared answered without hesitation.
"What am I to you? And you to me?" Jensen asked and Jared could tell how much
it took for the boy to get the question out.
"I'm your father and you're my son," Jared said and he could feel Jensen's
shoulders slump. "But I know we can be more than that as well. Jen, baby, I'll
always be your father...but I would love to be your boyfriend or lover or
whatever label you want to put on us."
When Jensen looked up, his eyes lit up and a the corner of his lips turned up
into a brilliant smile.
"We can be both?" he asked.
"I hope we can," Jared said, kissing Jensen again. "You need to start believing
that I want this, Jen. I would never have let this happen if I wasn't all in."
The next moment Jared found himself with Jensen in his lap and the kisses
turned from innocent to heated within moments. Jared knew he should sit Jensen
down and really talk to him but with Jensen still obviously having doubts there
was no way Jared would push him away and instead he pulled Jensen even closer.
His boy felt perfect in his arms, slender body fitting up so well against Jared
and Jared's hands reached down to grip Jensen's ass, grinding their dicks
together and he smiled into the kiss when he heard Jensen's breath hitch.
"God, baby," Jared groaned and kissed Jensen deeply, tasting the boy's mouth
and he wondered how he could ever have been without this in his life. "I want
you."
"Yes," Jensen moaned and soft fingers found their way in under Jared's shirt.
Even though the sun was setting,it was still warming up the air, but it was
nothing compared to the warmth of Jensen's fingers against his skin. His own
hands found their way in under Jensen's warm sweater, tracing over soft skin
and Jared's cock was hard where it was trapped between their bodies. Jensen
pushed down against him and Jared could feel how hard the boy was. But feeling
it through clothes wasn't enough and Jared quickly pulled the sweater off
Jensen before rolling them over so Jensen was splayed out in the sand.
The rays of the sun turned Jensen's skin golden and Jared leaned in to let his
tongue track patterns between freckles, smiling when he felt Jensen tremble
beneath him.
"Daddy," Jensen moaned, his back arching up as he pushed himself up against
Jared.
Jared's cock throbbed in response to that small word and he smiled against
Jensen's skin even as he fumbled to get Jensen's pants off, pushing them down
slender hips and soon he had his beautiful son naked in front of him. When
Jared leaned in for a kiss Jensen's mouth opened willingly to his own, their
tongues sliding wetly together and Jared tried to get his own clothes off
without pulling away from Jensen for one second longer than absolutely needed.
Jensen's hands moved over his body, eagerly helping to get the clothes away and
Jared knew he would never get enough of this. The part of him that knew how
wrong this thing between them was also had accepted that the wrongness of it
was part of what made it so mind-meltingly hot.
"Do you got…" Jensen started but the words turned into a moan when Jared let
his tongue flick over one of Jensen's nipples before slowly sucking on it.
"Oh…"
Having Jensen practically writhing beneath him was one of the most wonderful
things Jared had ever experienced and he kept his tongue circling that small
nub, feeling it harden as Jensen's breathing turned ragged and his hands came
up to tangle in Jared's hair.
"Jen, baby," Jared mumbled against his skin. "Fuck, so hot."
He reached out and fumbled for Jensen's jeans and breathed out a sigh of relief
when he found one small sachet of lube inside and he was grateful that Jensen
had apparently kept the small packages hidden in several places. Jared planned
to use up each and every one and if they ran out, well, he'd just have to
carefully lick Jensen open. The very thought of that made his cock twitch where
it was pressed against Jensen's leg and he heard the boy moan softly.
"Do it," Jensen pleaded. "C'mon, wanna feel your fingers inside me."
Jared pushed his son's legs up and apart until Jensen's bare feet were pressed
into the sand and his hips slightly raised to give Jared better access. It
couldn't be a comfortable position to hold so Jared wasted no time slicking his
fingers up and pressing one finger against the small opening. He groaned when
Jensen's body opened to him and his boy's eyes fluttered shut, inner walls
clinging to the finger.
"Okay?" Jared asked, worried about hurting Jensen who had to still be sore from
that morning.
"More than," Jensen breathed out and a small smile played across his face.
There was no way Jared could say no to Jensen and he quickly pushed a second
finger inside, watching the way Jensen's hole opened to accept them inside,
pink rim turning rosy when Jared worked his fingers inside. He reached down
with his free hands to brush away the sand clinging to Jensen's skin before
leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of Jensen's hard cock.
Jensen's hips snapped up and Jared opened his mouth, allowing his son to push
inside and he loved the feel of the velvet soft head of Jensen's pretty dick
dragging over his tongue. The taste of Jensen's pre-come had Jared moaning
around the length and Jensen let out a low, keening sound when Jared pushed a
third finger inside.
"Daddy, need you…"
Jared pushed himself up, letting Jensen's cock slide from his mouth with one
last flick of his tongue against the crown. Below him Jensen moaned softly but
when Jared moved to place himself between Jensen's spread thighs the boy winced
and pulled away.
"Wait," Jensen said suddenly. "I got….oh…"
"Jen?" Jared asked, trying to show patience even though his cock was hard
enough to almost be painful and he wanted to be inside Jensen again, feel the
boy around him.
"I got sand in places one should never have sand," Jensen pointed out. "I need
to, this is just…not good."
"You wanna clean up, right now?" Jared asked, sitting down beside Jensen and
maybe he himself was also covered in more sand than was comfortable.
"Well,"Jensen said slowly, pushing himself up to stand facing Jared. "Or we
could fuck in the lake?"
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The words were barely out of Jensen's mouth before he heard a low growl and the
next moment he found himself hoisted up into his father's arms as the man
carried him the few feet down to the lake. Jensen felt a shot of arousal move
through him at the feel of resting in his father's arms, Jared easily carrying
him and not letting go even as he walked down into the water.
"I can walk," Jensen pointed out even though he could hear how strained his
voice sounded.
"I'm not letting you go," Jared said and for some reason Jensen got the feeling
that his dad was talking about more than the walk to the lake.
"Okay," Jensen smiled, hissing slightly when Jared lowered him into the water,
water that felt cold against the hot skin of Jensen's hard dick.
"But...please…"
Jensen barely had time to get some balance before Jared was on him again,
kissing him deeply even as he backed Jensen a few steps back towards the
shoreline.
"Dad?" Jensen asked but the answer came as Jared pulled him down and the two of
them fell down where the water met land and the waves lapped up over their
body. "Oh…"
Jared let his hands roam over Jensen's skin, tracing patterns over arms and
neck, trailing over his collarbones and down over his belly before he reached
the sensitive skin on the inside of Jensen's thighs and Jensen willingly parted
his legs for his father. Despite the water reaching up over his waist, Jensen
found that as he lay down his head was above water and when his father's cock
nudged against his hole there were no excuses to be found. Not that Jensen
wanted to find any, no, he wanted to feel Jared inside him again.
"No sand in the way this time?" Jared asked with a smirk.
"None at all," Jensen said truthfully, the soft waves having washed the small
grains away and when Jared pushed inside Jensen's body opened up easily for
him.
Jensen wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline still in his system but it felt
even better than it had the times before and he felt secure with his dad
hovering over him as the waves lapped over their bodies. Jared remained still
inside him even as one big hand came up to curve under Jensen's head, tilting
his head up until they could trade slow kisses before Jared slowly pulled back
out.
"Damn, feel so good baby," his father groaned above him and Jensen raised his
legs to wrap them around Jared's waist.
Jensen moaned at the combined feelings of the head of Jared's cock pushing
against his hole at the same time as the much cooler water of the lake caressed
his skin.
"Do it," Jensen demanded. "Fuck me."
"Like I could ever say no to you," Jared breathed out, still close enough that
Jensen could feel the warm breath on his face.
"Please…"
Jensen moaned when Jared pushed back inside, his cock opening Jensen up
perfectly and he groaned when Jared's hips were pressed against Jensen's ass,
dick buried all the way inside. The feeling of his father inside him was
amazing and Jensen pushed down against the slight burn, wanting to feel Jared
even deeper and he gasped when his dad circled his hips and his dick brushed
perfectly against Jensen's prostate. Jared's hands were pressed into the sand
on either side of Jensen's head, his body hovering over Jensen's and it just
wasn't what Jensen wanted.
"More," he pleaded, unable to keep still as he tried to push up, needing to
feel more of Jared inside him.
"You'll never get enough, will you, baby?"Jared asked even as he thrust in
deep, making Jensen cry out at the overwhelming pleasure.
"Never enough of this," Jensen gasped.
He wrapped his arms around Jared's neck, molding his body to that of his
father's and the pleasure was to good for Jensen to put words to it. For a
moment he had thought that Jared would fuck him hard, but instead his father
moved his hips with slow circular movements, making Jensen sob with how good it
felt. It wasn't the first time Jensen had been fucked, but being fucked by
Jared was something completely different. His dad felt huge inside him, cock
spreading Jensen open and Jensen's body reveled in the feel of it inside him,
the forbidden pleasure of it.
"Baby," Jared groaned. "Never scare me like that again.. You're mine, you
fucking better be careful. Gonna fuck you until you can't stop feeling me,
gonna fill you up…"
Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared's waist, arching up as his father rolled
his hips forward, making his cock drag over Jensen's prostate. It was hard to
make the two versions of his father fit together when he was used to Jared
being there to fix up scraped knees and tuck him into bed. That man was so
different from the one fucking Jensen into the sand even as his lips traced
kisses and soft bites down Jensen's jawline and neck. It was good, but it was
nowhere close to being enough and Jensen realized that the keening sound was
coming from his own lips.
"Wanna feel it," Jensen groaned. "Make me feel it, Daddy, please. Need to feel
you, want it harder."
"Jen," Jared breathed out softly, his hips still moving so slow it ached.
"C'mon," Jensen pleaded. "I love you and… I want you to fuck me hard, make me
feel it for days. Make me feel you and…"
"Fuck, Jensen," Jared gasped. "Shut up already."
His father kissed him hard but Jensen wasn't about to protest, not when Jared
pulled back only to push in so deep and hard it made Jensen cry out in
pleasure. Where his movements had been slow and almost reverent, they soon
turned hard enough to make Jensen slide up further on the beach, wet sand rough
against his back.
It was everything he wanted, to be fully owned by his father, and Jensen felt
pleasure shoot out through the spot where their bodies were connected. He loved
the feel of his father's bigger body above him, moving inside him and even with
his whole being focused on how good it felt, he couldn't deny how safe he felt
in his father's arms. There was the slightest burn to the hard fucking and he
was sure there always would be considering how big his father was, but even
that small hint of pain served only to make the pleasure even sweeter. Jensen
felt more alive than he had in a long time, and maybe it was surviving a near
drowning or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that he finally had the one
thing he had dreamed of, the one thing he thought he could never have.
"Jesus, baby," Jared moaned. "Wanted to take it slow, show you how good it can
be but… damn, can't keep my hands off you. Can't… fuck…"
"This is good," Jensen promised him. "Much better than slow."
He meant every word, because as good as having Jared slowly move in and out of
him had been, feeling his dad truly claim him was so much better. Jensen felt
owned in a way that was new to him, like he belonged to Jared even more than he
ever had as his son. This went beyond that, because he knew a father should
love his child, but the fact that it was his own father pushing deep inside
him, his father's cock against his prostate, was proof of just how much Jared
loved him.
"So good. Not gonna last… Damn. You're mine, Jensen. Mine!"
"Yes," Jensen agreed willingly. "Yours, just yours oh...oh…"
His orgasm rushed through him, blinding pleasure that made everything else fade
away until his world was narrowed down to his own release and the way his
father felt as his cock twitched where it was buried inside Jensen and the next
moment he could feel slick heat filling him as as Jared came deep inside him.
It should feel filthy, having his father's come mixing with the lube inside him
but in fact it only felt perfect, like everything he wanted slotted into the
place.
"Love you, Daddy," Jensen cried out, legs gripping Jared's waist even tighter
as he rode out his orgasm.
"Love you too, baby," Jared promised him. "Never gonna let you go again, never
gonna be anyone but me… You love it, don't you? Feeling me fill you up, fuck,
Jen. You're so damn wet inside, fucking slippery with my come inside you. Like
you were made for this, so good around my dick."
Jensen was sure he was made for it, made for his father's cock, made by his
father's cock and that thought shouldn't feel as good as it did. His body was
still shaking with the aftershocks of his intense release, cock softening even
as the waves washed away the come from both their bodies and when his father
pulled out, Jensen could feel the water, surprisingly cold against where his
body was still open. The next shiver that ran through his body was one caused
by cold and not by pleasure and for the first time he realized that the sun had
mostly set and the night was creeping up on them.
"C'mon," Jared said. "Let's get back to the tent."
He stood up and easily lifted Jensen up, a smirk curving his lips when Jensen
winced at the feel of come trickling down his thighs
"Don't look so pleased with yourself, "Jensen muttered, pulling away to walk
out into the lake, hoping to clean himself up even though his teeth were
chattering with the cold now that the heat of sex and adrenaline faded away.
"But you look so hot like this," his father said, following Jensen into the
deeper water.
Jensen gasped in surprise when Jared pulled him in close, one hand around
Jensen's waist while the other drifted down over his ass and two fingers pushed
inside. He could feel his father's come inside him, the way it slicked the way
for the fingers and he groaned, clinging to his father and he felt his own cock
twitch in a valiant effort to get hard again. They kissed, slow slide of
tongues as hands roamed over skin, cleaning off the remnants of their
lovemaking and the sand clinging to their bodies. When they walked back to the
tent, only stopping to pick up their clothes from the shore, Jared took
Jensen's hand in his and Jensen couldn't hold back his smile.
The day hadn't really turned out the way he had planned it, but where there had
been doubt, he was now sure that his father wanted him just as much as he
wanted Jared. It wasn't the ideal relationship, too many obstacles still in
their way, but it was better than anything Jensen could have asked for and he
was sure that in the end, it would be worth it.
His father would always be worth it.
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