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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:
      Alpha/Omega, Dubious_Consent, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Knotting,
      Pet!Jensen, Self-Lubrication, Bottom_Jensen
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-24 Words: 9805
****** Finding A Home ******
by ashtraythief
Summary
     Jared decides to pick up another rescue. Only this time, it won't be
     a dog, but an omega.
Notes
     Written as a birthday gift for the wonderful
     [http://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/1230?v=1369301295]
alezig, light of my fandom life.
 
 
“I‘ve been thinking,” Jared said, throwing the ball again for Sadie to catch,
“about maybe taking in another rescue.”
Katie looked at him in surprise. “I thought two dogs were enough?”
“Not a dog,” Jared said. “An omega.”
“Jared…” Katie’s voice left no doubt what she thought of the idea. Jared had
known her for years, ever since he’d moved into the house next to hers and
they’d taken up having the occasional beer together in his garden after work.
Jared raised his hands placatingly. “Just hear me out. With work, I won’t have
time to date until I make partner, and I’m really tired of random hookups. I
just want someone warm in my bed, no hassle.”
He didn’t mention that he also really wanted to knot. His alpha status wasn’t
something he ran around advertising. Not that it was a bad thing - quite the
contrary. Alphas were considered powerful people, but normally they went into
the sport and entertainment industry. It was unusual to see an alpha as a
calculating, levelheaded lawyer. Alphas were all about physicality - brawn and
beauty but not necessarily brains - and that was not something that would help
Jared climb the career ladder. But he’d watched enough a/o porn that the
thought of finally being able to knot was a rather big incentive.
“Jared, I’m not judging you,” Katie said. “Hell, if I had the money, I’d have
bought myself an omega a long time ago. So go get yourself someone to take care
of you, god knows you deserve it. But a rescue? I know you like helping, and
with dogs it’s one thing, but an omega… Jared, most of the time rescues are
just too broken. There’s a reason they’re unsellable even at a knock-off price.
You can afford a good one; why not treat yourself?”
Jared knew that she had a point, but still. “The new guy who’s working our
environmental law department does pro bono work for a shelter. The stories he
told - I just want to go check it out. I can still go buy an omega from the
breeders.”
Katie still looked skeptical, but a fond smile was tugging on her lips. “I just
don’t understand how someone with your bleeding heart became a lawyer.
Jared gave her his best dimpled smile. “That’s part of my charm.”
 
It wasn’t until two weeks later that he actually had time to go down to the
shelter with Misha. The shelter had been involved in a property dispute last
year, and the firm had picked up the case to show that they were not just
cutthroat, high billing, heartless lawyers. Jared didn’t think the firm was
fooling anyone. It wasn’t like the associates and partners wanted to get put on
pro-bono cases - well except for Misha maybe - but it helped people, and since
Jared donated regularly to various animal shelters and had even helped one of
them out with some tax problems a few years ago, he was happy about the firm’s
desire to appear caring and charitable.
The shelter was located outside the city limits, which was not ideal for walk-
in clientele, but the rent was much lower and, as Misha explained, they liked
having more space so the omegas could actually move around.
The facility appeared clean and well kept. A young, blonde woman with a
volunteer’s eager smile greeted them from behind a counter.
“Welcome to the River Valley Omega Shelter. I’m Alona, how can I help you?”
“Hi Alona,” Misha said, returning her friendly smile. “I’m Misha Collins, from
Kripke, Gamble, Singer and Partners.”
Alona nodded. “Oh, Mr. Collins, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so nice to
finally meet you! And who is your friend?”
“This is my colleague, Jared. We’re actually here because he might be
interested in adopting.”
Alona’s smile turned even brighter when she looked at Jared. “Wonderful, that’s
so wonderful! We have so many wonderful omegas here, looking for a home. I know
a lot of people are put off by rescues, but really they usually just have tiny
flaws or don’t fit the current trends. Really, they’re all wonderful
creatures.”
“I’m sure they are,” Jared interjected, trying to halt Alona’s gushing, but she
was still nodding enthusiastically.
“They are indeed. Why don’t you come back with me and I can show you. Are you
looking for anything in particular? Male or female? Size, age?”
Jared had thought beforehand about what he wanted and realized he didn’t have
any concrete wishes apart from one stipulation. “I definitely want a male. I
don’t really have physical preferences, but he should be on the taller side,
sturdy frame.”
Alona looked him up and down, and nodded. “Of course. You’re a tall man, I
understand. Well, we have some wonderful candidates for you then! Let me show
you.”
She led them towards the back, past rows of omega supplies.
“Rob, can you watch the desk?” she called into a small cubby, where a young man
sat hunched over a stack of papers behind a littered desk.
He looked up, clearly startled, but waved in recognition at Misha. “Sure,” he
told Alona, but she was already breezing past, enthusiastically talking about
all the wonderful omegas.
Jared shot Misha an incredulous look, who just grinned. “She’s one of the
environmental college freshmen they recruited,” Misha whispered conspiratory.
Jared suppressed an eyeroll. He remembered that he’d been way more enthusiastic
in the beginning of his college career. He’d been much more heavily involved in
animal rights before law school had taken most of his free time away. It hadn’t
gotten better with his workload at the firm, which bothered him, especially
Harley and Sadie suffered because of it, but with an omega they’d have someone
to keep them company and maybe even look after them when Jared wasn’t around.
The first look at the cages was slightly disheartening though. They were
spacious cages definitely, with a big cot on the floor and a half-wall that
Jared was sure was hiding a toilet so the omegas could do their business in
private. The bathroom area was tiled, but the front of the cages had plush
carpets, and toys littered around, plush animals and even some puzzles.
A few of the omegas were curled up in their cots; others came to the bars,
looking at Jared with big hopeful eyes. They broke Jared’s heart, but he’d
already decided to pick an omega the same way he had picked Harley and Sadie.
He needed to make a choice somehow and he would wait for that moment, when it
clicked, when he felt that instant connection, and thought, yes, this is the
one. It had worked out perfectly with the dogs; it would work here as well.
There were a few males that were either too old or too small, and the other
ones, while pretty, just didn’t give him that special something he needed.
They’d almost reached the end of the row and Alona had grown increasingly
nervous, voice growing louder as she praised the individual omegas.
The second to last cage was empty, but the last one wasn’t. There were blankets
and a little plush penguin lying on the cot, but there was no sign of the
omega. Jared was just about to ask where he was when a head emerged on the side
of the wall cutting off the bathroom area. Jared caught sight of a tousled head
of dark blond hair and wide eyes framed by dark lashes. Then the omega pulled
back, hiding again.
Jared didn’t know why - he’d only gotten a peek - but he was intrigued. Alona
was unusually quiet.
“And who’s that?” Jared asked, already suspecting this was a tough case since
Alona hadn’t tried to give him an adoption pitch.
“That’s Jensen,” she said in a soft voice, and it was clear she felt pity for
the omega. “He’s very sweet, but he was abandoned here and we assume he came
from a rather negligent master. We’re trying to place him, but he’s very wary,
so it’s not easy to have him meet people.”
“But I could meet him?” Jared asked.
Alona chewed on her bottom lip. “Well yes, but honestly I wouldn’t recommend
it. You’re clearly a strong physical person, and Jensen, well he’s rather shy
and timid. I don’t think he’s what you’re looking for.”
“Can I just go in?” Jared asked. He’d always been good at soothing scared
animals, and there was something about those eyes.
Alona hesitated, looking at Misha, but then she nodded. “Alright. But if he
doesn't want to come out, we’ll break it off.”
Jared nodded. “Of course.” The last thing he wanted was to scare the omega off.
Alona opened the cage door and Jared walked inside.
“Jensen?” he asked, keeping his voice calm. “Hi, I’m Jared. Can you come out?
I’d like to meet you.”
Jared wasn’t sure how much Jensen would understand, but the omega peered around
the corner of the wall again. His eyes widened for a moment, looking Jared up
and down, and he scrambled back again. Right, Jared was rather tall. He sat
down on the floor and picked up a rubik’s cube. All the sides were showing the
same colors.
“Did you do this?” Jared asked in a conversational tone, just talking so the
omega would get used to his voice. “That’s quite the feat. I remember almost
going crazy over one of these when I was sixteen. Spent half my Christmas break
on that thing until I was finally able to crack it. I was never able to do it
again. Do you think you could show me?”
The omega’s head emerged again and he seemed clearly relieved that Jared was
sitting down. Slowly, he stood up and Jared was pleased to see that he was
tall, maybe five-ten. Dressed in the typical shirt and drawstring pants omegas
for sale wore, he looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, so he’d grow a bit
more. He was slender, but his shoulders were already broadening out.
Hesitantly, he walked towards Jared, then sat down crosslegged in front of him.
This close, Jared could see the clear green of his eyes and the freckles
covering the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones and oh god he was exquisite.
His lips were full and his tongue darted out to lick them when he picked up the
rubic’s cube. A series of rather inappropriate pictures flashed through Jared's
mind. He was just about to get a hold of himself when he got a whiff of
Jensen’s scent, delicate and inviting, and Jared froze.
He had to have him. There was no doubt, he just knew. He couldn’t really pay
attention as Jensen mixed up the cube and put it back together, showing a level
of intelligence rare in omegas. Jared’s mind was already working on a list of
things he’d need to buy for Jensen, the paperwork, insurance and all that
hassle so he could make this stunning omega his own.
Jensen timidly held up the cube to Jared, every side showing one color.
Jared smiled and lifted his hand, forgoing the cube and stroking Jensen's cheek
instead. His skin was soft and, after an initial flinch, he let Jared touch him
without fuss. He was still a bit tense, but as soon as he saw that Jared
wouldn’t hurt him, they would be fine.
“Jensen, would you like to come home with me?” Jared asked, still rubbing his
thumb over Jensen’s cheekbone. In a move that surprised him, Jensen turned his
face into Jared’s hand, pressing his nose and mouth against his palm. Jensen
inhaled before pulling back and looking at Jared with wide and terrified eyes.
There was so much fear in Jensen’s posture. He curled himself into a small
ball, clearly expecting some kind of punishment. Jared knew that some omega
owners insisted on physical discipline and it had always made him nauseous.
Carefully, he reached out and gently rubbed Jensen’s head, right behind his
ears. “Hey, you’re okay, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna hurt you.
You can touch me, okay? I won’t get mad.”
Jensen didn’t unroll himself, but he did look up at Jared.
“I promise you, baby, you can always touch me. And if I don’t have the time for
cuddling, I’ll tell you, but I will never hurt you, okay?”
Jared wasn’t quite sure how much Jensen understood. Some omegas were said to be
so intelligent they could understand almost every word, whereas others only
understood simple commands. He’d have to ask where Jensen was trained, although
even if he was from one of the better facilities, years with a negligent master
could destroy a lot of training.
Finally, Jensen nodded, looking slightly dazed. It was cute, really. Jared
couldn’t stop himself from reaching out again, and Jensen leaned it. He only
hesitated slightly, eyes quickly darting up at Jared’s face under long lashes,
but when Jared made a shushing noise, Jensen closed his eyes and just breathed
in deeply. He seemed to calm down with every breath, and Jared decided to take
a risk.
He reached out with his other hand, slowly curled his fingers around Jensen’s
hip and then pulled him in. Jensen made an adorable surprised sound, head
shooting up to look at Jared, but Jared just gripped him under his arm with his
other hand and lifted the omega into his lap.
Jensen tensed up again, so Jared pulled him in and stroked his hair.
“Shhh, you’re alright, baby. I promise you’re safe with me.”
Fuck, the omega felt good in his arms, and his scent called to Jared. Huh,
maybe he should’ve gotten himself one of those omegas for hire before. If
Jensen smelled good while still being scared, Jared couldn’t even imagine what
he would smell like if he went into heat. Omegas who were not with an alpha
usually were on suppressants, because letting them experience a heat without an
alpha was just cruel. With the way Jensen reacted to his scent, Jared wasn’t
sure that was the case here. Despite the way his muscles were still tensed
under Jared’s hand, Jensen’s head had turned into his neck, and the omega was
inhaling deeply again.
Jared turned around to find Misha grinning, pleased, and Alona staring in
amazement.
“Is he on suppressants?” Jared asked.
Alona nodded. “He’s got an implant in his arm. Non-alpha owners are required to
have it renewed every year.”
“And with an owner who just abandoned him, do you think it’s current?”
Alona paled. “Oh my god, you don’t think? I mean, we just, usually we do
hormone level tests but Jensen was so skittish during the blood drawing we
didn’t…”
Jared looked back down at Jensen, who was frozen in a state of apprehension,
watching Jared’s every move. Well, there was one way to find out if Jensen was
on suppressants or not. It would probably scare him shitless, but Jared needed
to know the extent of the damage.
Making soothing noises, he trailed one hand down Jensen’s back, cupping his
ass. Jared forced himself to ignore how good it felt, how he wanted nothing
more than to spread Jensen out under him and fuck him silly. Instead, he
carefully put pressure on Jensen’s lower cheeks, just where they met his thighs
and his opening was hidden.
Jensen almost jumped, making a surprised little noise, and Jared had to hold
him tight.
“It’s okay, baby, just relax, not gonna hurt you, I promise Jensen, I just need
to….”
As soon as Jared felt dampness under his fingers, he let go. Jensen scrambled
off his lap and fled behind the wall of his bathroom area. Well, shit.
The cage door was ripped open and Alona’s small hand gripped Jared’s shoulder
with surprising strength.
“Out. Now!” she ordered, voice ice cold. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to
him, but you are leaving, right now. We don’t tolerate this kind of behaviour
with our omegas.”
With a sigh, Jared got up. It would accomplish nothing having this discussion
in Jensen’s cage.
“He’s not on suppressants,” Jared said as soon as he was out of the cage.
“Omegas have a natural reaction to alpha touch and I needed to make sure.”
“How can-” Alona broke off and stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh.”
Jared gave her a wry grin and looked over to Misha. His colleague didn’t look
surprised. Misha must have seen something in Jared’s face, because he just
shrugged his shoulders.
“Most people don’t see it, but I've seen you pick up one or two guys in bars.
You can't hide your alpha side there.”
Jared rubbed his neck and tried to remember if any of the partners had ever
watched him flirt.
“Be that as it may,” Alona said, recovering her countenance. “You still can’t
scare Jensen like that. We worked so hard to get him to trust us, I don’t even
want to know how much you…”
Alona trailed off, looking past Jared toward the cage. Jared turned around to
find Jensen crouching behind the bars, looking up at Jared with wide eyes.
Slowly, Jared stepped towards the cage and sat down on the floor in front of
it. He reached out his hand through the bars and Jensen eyed him critically,
shoulders hunched in distrust.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I needed to know,” Jared said. “But what I said, it’s
true. I’m never going to hurt you. I’m going to treat you well, okay? You’re
safe with me. Do you understand that, safe?”
He didn’t know if it was the words, his posture or even his scent, but Jensen
leaned in once again, rubbing his face against Jared’s palm.
“Let’s get you to your new home,” Jared said, and Jensen made a low sound that
Jared thought sounded like contentment.
 
 
 
It didn’t go as quickly as Jared wished, of course. He had to sign an alpha
assurance paper, so Jensen wouldn’t have to go on suppressants. He had to
officially register and insure Jensen, had to get him clothes and toiletries
and a new collar. Jared wasn’t a fan of overly flashy things and he’d always
thought of buying a high quality simple black leather band for his omega, but
with Jensen’s complexion he couldn’t help but order a custom made green one. It
would look stunning on his omega.
Outside of the cage, Jensen clung to Jared’s side, and when they were finally
in the car - Misha had taken a cab a while ago - Jensen looked out of the
window wide-eyed until they reached Jared’s brownstone. It was already dark and
the dogs were waiting impatiently.
Jensen was startled when they tried to jump him, so Jared stepped in. Harley
and Sadie were trained well enough not to jump Jensen even though they circled
his legs wagging their tails enthusiastically at a new person.
“They’re harmless,” Jared tried to reassure Jensen. “I know Harley is a big
one, but they just want to cuddle, I promise. C’mon, you gotta say hi to them.”
Jensen nodded, clearly trying to put on a brave front. He reached out a
trembling hand and let the dogs get acquainted with his scent.
Jared had seen from the papers that Jensen had been bred and trained in one of
the Your Companion facilities. They were generally considered to offer the best
and most thorough training, and their omegas usually went at the highest
prices. Getting omegas accustomed to dogs was probably part of their training.
“C’mon, I’ll show you the rest of the house.”
Jensen didn’t seem overly impressed with the house - his last owner had
probably been rich as well - but he was dumbstruck when Jared showed him the
plush omega bed next to Jared’s. Katie had given it to him, told him that if he
was serious he should at least make a good home for his omega.
“Do you like it?” Jared asked, gesturing at the bed.
It was rather lavish, a full size basket with a soft downy mattress inlay,
several pillows and a blanket.
Jensen looked at Jared, searching his face, and made a tentative step towards
the bed.
“Go on,” Jared encouraged him. “It’s yours.”
Jensen showed him his first smile then, and even if it was just a brief twitch
of the corners of his mouth, Jared was enchanted. Jensen walked over to the
bed, laid down and curled himself into a ball, hugging a pillow to his chest.
It was probably the cutest thing Jared had seen in a long time. He reached into
the shelter bag and took out Jensen’s little plush penguin.
“Here, I brought your friend with you.”
This time, Jensen’s smile was longer, lighting up his whole face and Jared knew
he’d made the right decision.
 
 
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
 
The bed was the softest thing he’d ever slept on. Not even the beds at the
training facility had been that nice. And the blanket his last master had given
him - Jensen shuddered and curled himself tighter into the cushy blanket. He
pressed Molly, his little penguin, to his chest and tried to sleep.
It had been a long day and completely unexpected. He’d been at the shelter for
a while, and no one had ever been really interested in him. It had suited him
just fine. Being alone was better than being with someone and being ignored.
But then Master Jared had come along. He was so tall it had scared Jensen for a
moment, but he’d been so kind and gentle, and his scent… Jensen inhaled deeply
and Master Jared’s scent filled his nostrils. It was everywhere in the house,
surrounding him like a second blanket.
He wasn’t the first alpha Jensen had ever smelled, but it had been so long. The
scent gave Jensen security and hope. Maybe his new life wouldn’t be as bleary
and desolate as it had been with his former masters.
Jensen turned his face in the direction of the bed, trying to inhale more of
the calming scent. Master Jared was too far away though, sprawled out on his
own giant bed and breathing deep and even.
When he curled himself up again, Jensen’s eyes wandered past the end of the bed
to where Master Jared had thrown the clothes he’d worn earlier over a little
stool. Jensen eyed the white button down covetously. It would smell so good. He
knew he shouldn’t, that he could get in a lot of trouble, but he was still so
restless despite the fatigue pulling at him. He just wanted to sleep and he
knew that he needed to, in order to be alert and receptive tomorrow. The shirt
seemed like the magical solution. He could wrap himself up in that calming
scent and go to sleep. He was always up early anyway; Master Jared wouldn’t
even notice what Jensen had done.
Slowly, Jensen crawled out of his basket. He tried to be as quiet as he could
and, over the years, he’d become quite good at that. His first master hadn’t
wanted to be reminded of the omega in his house unless he wanted a blowjob.
Jensen had learned to become silent and invisible.
He used those abilities now to stealthily move to the shirt, pull it off the
stool and take it back to his bed.
It was everything he’d hoped for. Master Jared’s scent was strong on the shir;
Jensen could smell sweat and aftershave, but below that was the true essence of
what made the alpha alpha.
Jensen pressed the fabric to his nose and fell asleep.
 
 
 
 
“Jensen. Hey, sweetheart, wake up.”
The world slowly came into focus as Jensen sluggishly blinked his eyes open.
For a moment, he had no idea what was going on, but then the memories rushed
back and he looked up into Master Jared’s smiling face.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Master Jared said with a smile. “You were tired from
yesterday, hmmm? But it was a long day and - hey, what do you have there?”
Jensen froze in panic when he realized Master Jared was looking down at the
shirt Jensen had stolen last night.
“Is that my shirt?” Master Jared asked, confused.
Jensen sat up and held the shirt out to his master, but his hand was trembling.
If he was lucky, Master Jared would only decide to punish him. If not, Jensen
might be sent back to the shelter.
He knew of omegas who’d been adopted only to come back a few days later, the
masters smiling regretfully and telling Alona it just hadn’t worked out. Would
Jensen become one of those rejected omegas as well? He hadn’t minded being in
the shelter - the company was nice and Alona was kind - but now that he’d met
Master Jared, smelled his calming scent and felt his gentle touch, Jensen
didn’t want to go back.
“That is my shirt,” Master Jared said. “Why - hey, are you shaking? What’s up,
Jensen?”
Jensen tried to control his shaking hands, pull them back and hide them under
the blanket, but Master Jared had already taken a hold of him. His large hands
dwarfed Jensen’s, but his grip was gentle.
“Jensen, are you scared? Why are you scared, baby?”
Did he not know? Wasn’t he mad?
Jensen looked up at his master, then at the shirt and then back at Master
Jared. He could see the wheels turning in master’s head, as he figured out what
Jensen wanted to tell him and his face fell.
“Oh no, baby, I’m not mad you took the shirt. I was just surprised, okay?”
Jensen blinked confused. Then his master laughed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jensen, but when you look at me like that with your big
eyes, you’re the most adorable thing ever. Now, I’m not mad, okay? How about
you go clean yourself up? I don’t have a separate cleaning area for you, so
you’ll just have to use my bathroom. Can you do that, use a bathroom?”
Jensen blinked again. A bathroom? He had no idea if he could do that, he’d
never been in one.
His master sighed. “Okay, lemme take you. We’ll see how it goes.” Then he stood
up and Jensen needed a moment to remind himself that Master Jared had been good
and kind so far and his size was probably nothing to fear.
Jensen stood up and followed Master Jared to the adjacent bathroom.
“Okay, why don’t you get undressed and in the shower,” Master Jared said,
looking at Jensen encouragingly. “Do you know that word, undress?”
Jensen nodded. He knew almost all words. At his training facility they had been
very thorough with commands and his first master might have ignored him most of
the time, but there had always been a TV running somewhere in the house, so
Jensen had learned a lot.
Now, he pulled off his shirt and his drawstring pants and really hoped Master
Jared would like his looks. By the way Master Jared’s eyes slid appreciatively
over Jensen’s body, he was almost sure that Master did.
“Such a pretty boy,” Master Jared said and Jensen almost preened. His master
liked him!
“Alright, in you go,” Master Jared said, before he started pulling off his own
clothes.
Jensen stepped into the shower and didn’t stop until he reached the wall.
Without his clothes, Master Jared seemed even more impressive, all strong
muscles and broad shoulders. His cock was huge and slowly fattening up. Just
the prospect of alpha dick made Jensen’s mouth water. He’d learned to take a
fake alpha dick in training and there had been nothing better than that feeling
of being filled. Experiencing that with a real alpha, feeling a real dick pulse
deep within him, was what he’d been looking forward to ever since his first
heat.
His heat had marked his maturity and the day he was put up for sale. Jensen had
hoped so much for a nice owner, had dreamed even of being bought by an alpha.
The chances were slim; while they were trained to please alphas, most of the
training revolved around living with genetically standard people who made up
the bulk of the population.
The man who’d bought him at the auction had been a standard. He wasn’t cruel,
Jensen didn’t think, but it was clear he wanted Jensen only for his mouth. The
first year had been alright; he’d spent a lot of time close to the man, ready
to suck him whenever he wanted, and he’d received the occasional petting for
it. But then his master’s interest had started to wane and he hadn’t renewed
Jensen’s implant. When Jensen had gone into heat, desperate and needily pawing
at his master’s leg, his master had locked him away in his cage under the
stairs.
His heat, which came in a regular cycle four times a year, had become the worst
time in Jensen’s life. When his master had finally died, Jensen had hoped
again. Master’s son had taken him in, but his wife had been jealous of the
attention her husband had paid to Jensen, so he’d been locked into the shed,
only to be visited by the man when his wife was out. It had been brief and
hasty, and the occasional affection Jensen received didn’t help much with the
deep-seated longing for company and contact. When he’d gone into heat, his
desperateness and the slick he was producing had become more alluring to the
husband, so the wife had sold him to a friend.
His new owner had been a woman, but she’d been just as disinterested in him.
Her husband had a female omega, but Jensen was kept in a different part of the
house so he rarely saw her. His mistress only used him to pleasure her and,
again, Jensen despaired of loneliness. When he went into heat again and his
mistress realized she’d taken in an unsuppressed omega, she brought him to the
shelter in the middle of the night and dumped him in the omega hatch by the
back door, in fear of getting discovered.
Jensen had spent one of the most miserable nights of his life in the cold
crate, rain dripping in through the cracks until he was discovered the next
morning. Life at the shelter was nice; he was always warm, he could play and
cuddle with other omegas, and the staff made rounds, hugging and petting him
and the other omegas whenever they had time. It was far nicer than living in a
household and Jensen had never wanted to be adopted again. He’d wanted to stay
in the nice shelter, refusing to meet people, until he’d smelled Master Jared,
a real alpha and suddenly he’d hoped again.
Now his master was slowly washing him under the spray, showing him shampoo and
body wash and Jensen thought a shower wasn’t all that different from a cleaning
station. Sure the dials worked differently, but when master showed him how to
turn them on and regulate temperature, Jensen understood it after the first
time.
Master Jared’s hands were gently rubbing Jensen’s skin and massaging his scalp.
Jensen couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to his master’s warm, solid body,
but his master didn’t mind, just hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss to the
top of his head. Jensen almost burst with happiness. Even if Master Jared lost
interest in time, he was so much more loving and attentive than Jensen’s old
masters had ever been, so it just couldn’t be as bad.
“Damn, aren't you just a tempting little thing,” Master Jared mumbled into
Jensen’s hair and Jensen wondered what that meant.
It became clear when Jensen felt Master’s erection rub against his back. His
master was aroused! Happiness flooded Jensen and he pressed back, ready to
serve his master however he wanted, but, to his horror, Master Jared pushed him
away.
“Now’s not cuddle time,” Master Jared said. “We’ve got to get you clean and
fed, alright?”
The water was still warm, but suddenly Jensen was cold all over. Mechanically,
he climbed out of the shower when Master Jared turned the water off and dried
himself off with one of the fluffy towels Master had.
Master’s dick was still hard, impressively so, and Jensen desperately wondered
why his master did not want Jensen to service him. Maybe he didn’t like to do
it in the shower? Jensen tried again, carefully inching closer to Master
toweling his hair and then sinking to his knees in front of him, nosing at his
now covered up erection.
“Jesus! Jensen, stop!”
Jensen froze and blinked hastily to stop the tears from falling. What was wrong
with him that his master didn't want him? Jensen didn’t want to be the
forgotten and ignored, living in a cage once again.
“Fuck.” Master exhaled heavily, then petted Jensen’s hair. “I appreciate it,
baby, and god, you’re tempting, but you can’t just assault me like that, okay?
Food first. Alona told me we have to maintain your weight, maybe even put on a
couple of pounds of muscle or she’ll have my balls and you’re still growing so
you need regular meals. And you probably have no clue what I’m saying right
now, just… don’t look so sad, okay?”
Strong fingers gripped his chin and Jensen’s face was turned up to look at his
Master.
“Food,” Master Jared said. “Okay?”
Jensen nodded. And he had understood Master. Jensen needed to eat and grow and
put on some more muscles. So he was too skinny for his master’s taste. Well, if
Master wanted him to eat, Jensen could do that.
He quickly dressed in pants and a shirt, clothes he’d gotten from the shelter,
and then followed his master downstairs into the kitchen.
Master halted, looking around the kitchen area with the table and the chairs,
and Jensen wasn't sure what made him hesitate.
“So, I don’t have any pillows for you. I kind of forgot yesterday in the
hurry.” Master Jared shot him a half-embarrassed smile. “I’ll go shopping
today, for now…”
Master Jared ran up the stairs and came back a few moments later, a big pillow
in hand. Oh. Master wanted Jensen to have a table pillow!
Jensen had been trained how to sit on those, but neither of Jensen’s previous
masters had bothered. But Jensen had been trained well, so he still remembered,
and when Master Jared put the pillow next to a chair, Jensen sat down in the
proper position. It was a bit awkward since the pillow clearly not made for
sitting on, but Jensen would make it work. He would not disappoint Master after
he’d gone through the trouble of getting him this nice cushy pillow to sit on.
“I don’t have any kibble,” Master said while he started to work in the kitchen,
although it seemed he was talking more to himself than Jensen, but Jensen
listened nevertheless, like a good attentive omega would.
Always be attentive was one of the most important rules he’d learned in
training.
“Hmmm, I guess I can.. fruit maybe? Yogurt… of course I don’t have any yogurt.
Jensen, what am I going to give you, hm? Bagel? Do you like cream cheese?”
Master turned around to Jensen and held up a little pot. Jensen guessed he
looked very confused, because Master shook his head again and laughed.
“Adorable. Okay, we’ll just do fruit and bagels and hope you don’t make too
much of a mess and your stomach will survive.”
That did not sound very reassuring, but Jensen straightened up and put on a
brave front. He would eat whatever Master would deign to give him. It couldn’t
be worse than eating the same brand of kibble every day, could it?
 
 
As it turned out, fruits and bagels were awesome. Master Jared gave him some
bagel pieces dipped in cream cheese and then cut up a banana, an apple, and a
peach and hand-fed them to Jensen. Dried fruit was part of the breakfast
kibble, but the taste of fresh fruit was entirely different, and Jensen
couldn’t get enough of it, especially the peach.
“You really like that, huh?” Master Jared asked, after Jensen had practically
devoured the first half of the peach and was already craning his head up for
more.
Master chuckled and held the rest out to Jensen. The fruit was dripping with
juice and Jensen didn’t want to waste any of it, so he licked the sticky juice
from his master’s fingers.
Master groaned and Jensen was worried that he’d done something wrong for a
second, but then he saw Master’s erection tenting his pants once again.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Master breathed out and rubbed his thumb along Jensen’s
lips.
Following an instinct, or maybe something learned long ago in training, Jensen
licked Master Jared’s thumb. Master’s breath stuttered, then he slowly, one
after another, held all his fingers out for Jensen to lick clean. When Jensen
reached the ring finger, he was brave enough to suck on it and Master groaned.
“Okay, no human can resist that,” he muttered, again more to himself. “And we
can eat the rest of the bagel later. Right now, I just need…”
Master scooted back from the table a bit and spread his legs. Jensen knew
instantly what his Master needed and he crawled between his long legs, happy he
could finally service him. Maybe then Master Jared would pet and cuddle him.
Master opened his pants, and if Jensen hadn’t trained on dildos as big as this
dick, he’d have been seriously afraid. As it was, he swallowed, took a deep
breath and vowed to give the best blowjob ever. Master just had to like him!
After the bed and the hair washing and the fruit and the kind words, Jensen
didn’t want to leave again.
A low groan told Jensen that Master liked it when he licked along the underside
of his cock.
“C’mon, baby, don’t tease.”
Big hands gently guided Jensen’s head closer and he knew what his master wanted
and he obeyed. He took Master’s dick in as deep as he could and swallowed
around him.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Master’s hips shot forward, almost choking Jensen. Tears sprang to his eyes,
but Jensen managed to breathe through it.
“Shit,” Master Jared breathed out and rubbed Jensen’s cheek. “Sorry, baby, but
your mouth, shit. Feel so good, taking me so deep, no one has ever done that
before. Fuck.”
Jensen understood that and preened under the praise. He doubled his efforts to
suck his master’s dick, to take him deep into his throat, keep him there and
swallow around him until he got light headed from the lack of oxygen. Through
all of it, Master’s hands cradled his face and his neck, always gentle, rubbing
along his cheekbone and his hairline, filthy praise pouring out of his mouth.
Jensen realized it made him wet, slick slowly dripping from his hole onto his
pants, but he didn’t care. This was for his master. This was saying thanks, and
please don’t send me away, begging for affection and contact, worshipping the
first person who’d ever fed him real fruit.
It didn’t take long before Jensen could feel the knot swell and his mouth
watered for it. What he wouldn’t give to feel that inside of him during his
next heat. As it was, he brought his hands up to massage the knot, but Master
batted them away.
“Not making a mess here,” he groaned out. “Later, baby.”
Jensen was unsure what that meant, but he complied. Without pressure, an alpha
knot didn’t fully swell and the orgasm would be less satisfactory, but Jensen
had to abide by his alpha’s wishes. So Jensen sucked and swallowed, licked and
hummed, and finally Master moaned and, with a sharp thrust, came down his
throat.
“God, baby, you’re so good. Such a good omega for me.”
Encouraged by the praise, Jensen leaned against his master’s leg, hoping for a
few pets.
Master ran a hand through Jensen’s hair and chuckled. “Quite affectionate,
aren’t you, now that you’re getting to know me?”
Master stood up then and Jensen slumped down into himself. Why had he even
hoped? Even nice alphas didn’t want to-
Jensen let out a squeaky sound when he was suddenly surrounded by strong arms,
lifting him up from the ground. For a moment, he scrambled, panicky, but then
he heard Master make shushing noises.
“Shhh, you’re okay, baby, just taking this to the couch.”
Jensen was more surprised than scared and he told himself to keep still. Master
sat down on the couch with Jensen in his lap and then the alpha drew him in
tight. Jensen let his head rest against his master’s chest and then Master’s
long fingers were stroking through his hair. When Jensen had calmed down
enough, he could even heard Master's heartbeat.
“Alona said you like to be petted and cuddled, that you were probably touch-
deprived, you poor thing. How your masters didn’t want to touch you is beyond
me. All that pretty soft skin you have.”
Jensen rubbed his head against Master’s chest in joy.
“You like that, hm?” Master asked and rubbed behind Jensen’s ears.
It didn’t take long for the dogs to show up and Jensen tensed apprehensively.
He’d learned how to present to dogs in training, knew that owners enjoyed
watching, but Master Jared made no move to put him down. When the female dog -
Sadie, Jensen reminded himself - jumped up on the couch, Master just guided
Jensen’s hand to her head, rubbing her soft fur.
“If I have to pet you, you have to pet the dogs,” Master said and Jensen
dutifully rubbed Sadie’s head.
They stayed on the couch for a while and Jensen reveled in Master’s closeness,
his scent and his warmth. There was still dampness between his legs, coming in
waves and this pulling sensation low in his belly that made him long for the
dick he’d just had in his mouth, but Jensen tried to content himself with the
cuddling. This was already more physical contact than he’d gotten from all his
previous owners combined and he loved it.
When Master Jared finally got up, he seemed regretful.
“I have to go out, buy some supplies,” he said. “I will leave, but I’ll come
back, okay?”
Jensen nodded, he understood.
“Good boy,” Master Jared said. “You can play with the dogs, their toys are over
there,” he pointed to a corner with a wooden crate. “I should be back in a
while, okay?”
Jensen nodded again, slightly terrified of the idea of playing with the dogs,
and Master must have seen his fear, because he patted Jensen’s head.
“I’ll be back, baby, okay? And you have to get used to me being gone anyway, I
have to work. Work, like leaving in the morning and coming back in the
evening.”
Jensen nodded again; he knew that people worked for money.
Master Jared nodded relieved, then he rubbed his neck. “Hmm, maybe I should get
you some toys for while I’m gone.”
He gave Jensen a kiss on the forehead, patted the dogs, told them to be gentle
with Jensen and then left. Jensen was left in the living room, eying Harley
fearfully. The dog was a really large breed. Harley came over and pushed his
nose into Jensen's hands, but when Jensen took a deep breath and presented,
pants pushed down to his ankles, because he didn’t want to disappoint Master
Jared, Harley just licked his feet and trotted off to the water bowl.
Jensen tried to present to Harley a few times more, because he really didn’t
want to disappoint his master, but the dog just wasn’t interested. Jensen could
only hope Master Jared wouldn't be mad. Since he couldn’t be sure though, he’d
have to try again later. Maybe then Harley would be in more of a mood.
 
 
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
 
The trip to the nearest omega supply store thankfully wasn’t long. Jared bought
several sitting pillows: two for the dining table, one for the couch - although
he had a sneaking suspicion he’d allow Jensen up on the couch more often than
not - one for the general living room area and one for his home office. He also
bought kibble.
There was a confusing choice of brands and flavors, but the saleswoman, who
probably smelled a new and overwhelmed owner, was very helpful. Since he had
the money, Jared decided to buy the best brand and all the different flavors it
offered. There was another brand that specialized only in omega treats and
Jared got a few of those as well.
He bought Jensen a few more toys and when the saleswoman asked him if his omega
wouldn’t be overly challenged with all of them, he just told her that Jensen
could solve a rubik's cube. The sales assistant was very impressed and showed
him the section with the most complicated puzzles.
Laden down with several bags, Jared walked to his car, only to return to the
store when he realized he didn’t have a transport box for Jensen. And since
Jared planned a trip to his family’s cabin in the fall, he’d need a way to take
Jensen with him.
 
 
Back home, he unloaded all the bags in the hallway. The house was silent and
only Sadie rushed to greet him. Jared went looking for Harley and Jensen and
found them both in the living room.
Jensen was crouched on all fours in Harley’s dog bed, a terrified expression on
his pretty face, pulling on Harley’s collar, while Harley danced around on his
paws, clearly not understanding what the omega wanted from him.
Jared was confused himself before he realized that Jensen wasn’t wearing pants
and it clicked into place. Jensen wanted Harley to fuck him. He’d heard of it,
owners letting their dogs fuck omegas. Jared actually had a colleague who owned
an omega and who, at the last office Christmas party, wouldn’t shut up about
his dog fucking his omega senseless.
It hadn’t appealed to Jared, so he’d never given it any thought, but if Jensen
liked it… Except it didn’t look like he did. Jensen looked scared shitless. He
hadn’t even seen Jared and was still trying to get Harley closer.
Did Jensen think Jared expected this from him? Was he trained to do this?
“Jensen, stop.”
Jensen flinched and stared at Jared with huge eyes. Harley wagged his tail when
he saw Jared and trotted over to him. Jared petted him absently, before walking
over to Jensen.
The omega had rolled himself up into a tiny ball again, desperately hanging his
head. On the way over to him, Jared grabbed Jensen’s discarded pants and then
he picked up the omega once again and carried him over to the couch.
He helped Jensen into his pants and it was only then he saw the big tear
rolling down Jensen's cheek.
“Hey, baby, no don’t cry,” Jared tried to soothe Jensen, who was seriously
hiccuping by now.
Fuck, he’d never wanted Jensen to feel anything but safe with him and now the
little omega was sobbing quietly into his shirt.
“Shhh, it’s alright, Jensen, it’s all okay. You did nothing wrong. You don’t
have to service Harley, okay, I don’t want that from you.”
Jensen’s head shot up, looking at Jared’s face searchingly. Jared had already
suspected that Jensen understood quite a lot and this only confirmed that
thought.
“You’re only here for me, okay? Only mine,” Jared said and he thought he saw
understanding in Jensen’s eyes. He still continued to rock the omega in his lap
and murmur little reassuring things into his ear.
Jensen stopped crying and cuddled closer to Jared’s body. Jared couldn’t even
put into words how glad he was that Jensen had taken to him so well. What he’d
initially thought was fear had probably only been mistrust and touch
deprivation. Here with him, an alpha, the little omega was happy and trusting.
Eventually, Jensen started moving again, squirming and shifting his hips back
and forth. Jared was just about to let Jensen go, when he registered dampness
at the tips of his fingers.
He’d had his hand half on Jensen's ass, trying to ignore its tempting
roundness, because Alona had told him how important physical touch and petting
was. Jared had wanted to give Jensen that, and only that, in the beginning, let
the omega get used to him, but when he trailed his fingers down lower, he found
the seat of Jensen's pants wet and in parts still hard from previously dried
slick.
He thought back through the day and almost hit himself in the face. Jensen had
been aroused during sucking Jared off, of course he had. Omegas’ reactions to
alphas intensified when they could smell an alpha’s arousal.
While Jared was still berating himself for his obliviousness, Jensen was
pushing his ass back into Jared’s hand. And what an ass it was, tight and round
and Jared wasn’t sure if he’d rather fuck it or bury his face in it.
“Hey, baby, you’re getting wet for me?”
Jensen looked up, hesitating slightly before he nodded. Shit, Jared didn’t want
Jensen to think he had to hold back or couldn't trust Jared with this.
“You don’t have to hide, Jensen, I want you wet for me, okay? And I’m sorry I
didn't notice before, I wanted you to get used to me first, but it seems we
should probably skip the warming up phase, huh?”
Jared was aware he was rambling and even with his intelligence Jensen wouldn’t
understand, but seeing Jensen’s green eyes watch him so attentively, mouth
slightly open and panting lightly, Jared could not stop talking.
“You’re such a pretty little thing, not like I can say no to this anyway. So
we’re gonna take this to the bedroom, yeah? Wanna spread you out, see all of
your beautiful body. Those cute little freckles, do you have them everywhere?”
Jensen clearly didn’t expect Jared to move, because when Jared stood up, Jensen
let out an adorable little squeak and clung to Jared.
Jared chuckled. “You better get used to this, baby, I imagine I’ll pick you up
quite often when the mood strikes me. Or you.”
Jensen settled pretty quickly and Jared was proud of his omega. “You’re so
brave, baby, aren’t you? Such a good little boy.”
The sound Jensen made was almost a purr and he pressed his cute nose against
Jared’s throat, tickling his skin there with his breath. Jared shuddered and
was glad when he finally reached his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind
them so the dogs wouldn’t interrupt them and put Jensen down on the bed.
Jared wasted no time getting Jensen naked and then he had to take a moment to
drink in the sight of his omega’s beautiful body. He was lean, but not weak and
his skin was indeed freckle-covered everywhere.
Jared got rid of his own clothes and he watched Jensen watch him, watched how
the omega’s eyes zeroed in on his cock and how he licked his lips. Jared’s dick
went from half-mast to diamond hard in seconds. Jensen’s obvious arousal was a
bigger turn-on he thought it could ever be. But his omega wanted him, wanted to
be fucked by him, and dammit, Jared wouldn’t waste anymore time.
He crawled into the bed and inhaled the heavy scent of Jensen’s arousal.
“God, you smell good, baby. Turn over for me, need to taste you.”
Jensen immediately obeyed and sensually rolled himself on his belly.
“Up on your knees,” Jared ordered and Jensen moved.
If he weren’t so desperately horny, Jared would’ve tried to find out what other
commands Jensen would listen to. As it was, he just leaned in, got his hands on
Jensen’ ass, skin velvety soft, and pulled his cheeks apart to expose his hole.
It looked so tiny, Jared wondered briefly how he’d fit, but then Jensen moved
his hips.
“Pushy,” Jared murmured and that was also a word Jensen recognized, because the
omega tensed below him.
“No, baby, I like it. I want to see that you want it, how much you want it.
C’mon, show me how much you want to get fucked.”
Immediately, Jensen pushed back again, moving his hips in tiny motions while
needy little sounds fell from his lips. It was the hottest thing Jared had ever
been treated to in his life.
Jared leaned forward, licked over Jensen's hole and the omega’s taste exploded
tangy sweet and intoxicating across his tongue.
“God, you taste so good, baby, so fucking good.”
He thought Jensen preened at that and Jared would find the time later to figure
out how exactly Jensen reacted to praise, but right now he couldn't stop
licking Jensen long enough to talk. He just dove in, pushed his tongue into the
omega’s hole that gave way for him beautifully. Jared needed to lap up as much
of that sweet taste as he could. It was addicting and if his dick wasn’t
begging for friction, he’d probably never stop.
“Gonna fuck you,” Jared said against Jensen’s skin, wet from Jared’s saliva and
his own slick.
Jensen moaned low in his throat and fell down onto his elbows.
“That’s it, good boy,” Jared praised and ran a soothing hand up and down
Jensen’s flank, although he didn’t know if he was trying to steady the omega or
himself.
He positioned his dick at the omega’s hole, took a deep breath, prayed he
wouldn’t get overwhelmed and pushed inside.
It was a close call. A really fucking close call, because Jensen was pure
burning heat and vice-like pressure, gripping Jared’s dick like he was made for
it.
“Jesus fuck, so good, baby, feel so good. Fuck, Jen.”
Jared realized he was babbling, but he couldn’t stop. The feel of Jensen was
better than he could ever have imagined and he felt his hips move on their own
accord, unable to hold still and savor this. The need to move, the need to
drive deeper and deeper into that tight wetness, was nothing he could fight.
Under him, Jensen was moaning, pushing his hips back in sync with Jared moving
forward, and a thin sheen of sweat coated the omega’s back. There was so much
pressure building at the base of his dick and Jared could feel his knot swell,
already bigger than whenever he had massaged it to fullness himself.
The feel of it was amazing, but it also made the need undeniable and Jared
shoved deeper into Jensen, harder, not sure if the omega could take it, but
Jensen just continued to moan and clench around him.
His knot continued to swell, and then there was the resistance, Jensen’s hole
too tight and Jared cursed. He’d probably waited too long, his knot already too
big, but then Jensen moved, arching his back even more, and Jared just slipped
inside. He could feel his orgasm building and ground his hips, trying to chase
the release that was almost within reach, but it wasn’t until they were locked
so tightly Jared almost couldn’t move that his orgasm finally rushed through
him.
Jared threw his head back and groaned, feeling his own body tense as he came,
and it just kept on going, pleasure pulsing through him as he emptied himself
into Jensen.
Just when his orgasm started to recede, Jensen violently shuddered around him,
his tight channel milking him and Jared felt another wave of pleasure rush
through him.
“Holy fuck.”
Completely boneless, Jared collapsed on top of his omega, and the way that
pulled on his knot, locked tight in Jensen’s body, zinged up his spine.
“Jesus fuck,” he said when his breath had calmed down a bit. “That was…”
He rolled off of Jensen, taking the omega with him until they were spooning
tightly. Jensen craned his head around to look at Jared and gave him an
entirely sated and slightly dopey smile. Jared leaned forward and kissed that
smile right off Jensen’s face.
“God, you’re so perfect, baby. Can’t believe I found you. But now you’re gonna
be mine, aren’t you?”
Jensen looked at him shyly, then he tilted his face up. Jared didn’t move, just
smiled at him encouragingly, hoping Jensen would come on his own.
For a moment, Jensen hesitated, biting his lip, which made Jared’s cock twitch.
Then Jensen moved, closing the last few inches between their faces, and pressed
a light and timid kiss against Jared’s mouth. Jared kissed him back, deep and
thorough.
“That’s it, baby,” Jared said, after they pulled apart and Jensen looked at
him, slightly dazed. “You can always come to me if you want to get cuddles or
kisses. I’m pretty sure even if I don’t have the time, I’ll make it for you,”
he said, more to himself than his omega.
Then Jensen squirmed on his knot, looking up at Jared pleadingly and Jared
realized that his omega’s little dick was hardening again, the stimulation of
Jared’s knot arousing him. Since Jared’s knot was still swollen, still
occasionally pumping come into Jensen's body, Jared just reached around to
cradle Jensen’s dick and balls in his hands and started to move his hips.
It felt good, great even, but what was even better was seeing Jensen’s face
when he came again, milking another orgasm out of Jared.
 
They had to get out of bed again for a late lunch, and even though Jensen ate
kibble from his bowl, Jared couldn’t resist feeding him a few pieces of chicken
by hand. He’d asked the helpful sales assistant in the store and she’d assured
him that regular human food wouldn’t hurt Jensen, it was just that the kibble
was specifically designed to provide omegas with all the nutrition they needed.
So Jared would give Jensen his three cans of kibble a day, and if he gave him a
few treats during dinner from his own plate - well Jensen looked just too
adorable eating out of his hand.
Afterwards, they curled up on the couch again, and Jared didn’t even think
about letting Jensen sit on his pillow. Jensen didn’t seem to mind, not with
how he snuggled close into Jared’s side.
That night, they fucked again, face-to-face this time and Jensen’s face when
Jared knotted him was almost as good as his orgasm itself. Jared fell asleep
before his knot fully deflated, and when he woke up in the middle of the night,
he got a washcloth to get the dried come and slick off of them, but he didn’t
put Jensen into his basket. Surely, this one night, Jensen could sleep with
him.
 
 
 
 
 
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