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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Paganism, Mythology_-_Freeform, Gods, Bullying, Ritual_Sex, RPF_AU,
      Consorts_-_Freeform, First_Time, Virgin_Jensen, horned_god_jared, moose
      jared, Knotting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-01 Words: 12618
****** Imbolic ******
by Miss_Lv
Summary
     Jensen is a bullied teenager out in the woods at the wrong time on
     the wrong day. Of every scenario he could thing up happening, being
     hunted down, caught and then offered up as a ritual sacrifice to the
     horned god Jared was certainly not on the list.
     And yet here he was.
Notes
     I know only token information about actual pagan holidays so don’t
     take this seriously in any way please.
Jensen dreamed of running until his lungs burned painfully; wolves at his heels
while a hunter chased him gleefully through the dark woods with a deep husky
laugh following him, the moonlight his only guide in the night. Trees narrowly
avoided him as he weaved around them and their branches left stinging scratches
on his face and arms. Then the ground was rushing up and the wolves were
howling in victory.
The teenager woke slowly, first noting the noise with annoyance and burrowing
deeper into the warmth of his bedding. After a bit of dozing Jensen gradually
realized something was off, that he wasn’t in his bed in his parent’s home.
When Jensen opened his eyes he found a pair of golden ones looking right back.
Fear froze him immediately and sleep vanished as a huge wolf blinked at him.
The dream raced back to his mind and the Jensen comprehended it hadn’t been a
dream at all. Earlier that day the homophobes from the football team had
stranded Jensen ten miles outside the town limits along an isolated road. The
wolves had found him walking back and taken chase.
Before Jensen could work up a reaction to a giant wolf inches from him the
animal lost interest in the teenager and put its head back down, going back to
sleep it appeared as the animal was sprawled out along side Jensen. Lying there
he stared at the oversized wild animal incredulously and slowly took in his
surroundings while the wolf was content to snore and Jensen was fairly sure it
wasn’t going to spring awake and rip his throat out, fairly sure.
Jensen was tucked in a fur of some kind. It was soft and warm but very
rudimentary, like a pelt from a wilderness movie or something.
Alongside his legs was a warm weight and a glance revealed a second wolf
sleeping and then another one on the other side of Jensen. All three were laid
out and dozing lightly, ignoring the racket of a party going on around them.
Jensen could smell the smoke of a wood fire and shadows danced along the tree
line everywhere, making him realize it was night.
After gathering up his nerve, he slowly sat up and let the fur slide back so he
could get a good look at where he was.
Last year Jensen had gone with his high school into the city to see the play ‘A
Midsummer’s Night Dream.’ It had been well done with elaborate stages and sets.
Those very same images ran through his head now as he took in what he was
seeing. At first it could almost be a high school party in the woods, loud
gleeful drunks with the beat of music playing. But the people all around him
weren’t actual people. They were…things, half animals and strange looking
beings he couldn’t put a name to. Everything about them looked feral, even the
ones that appeared mostly human had some strange quality that screamed
supernatural. Like fairies or elves, creatures akin to humans but not quiet.   
Maybe he had fallen and hit his head. When the football assholes had thrown him
from their truck he’d taken a blow to his head. He was in a ditch somewhere
bleeding out while his mind created this. 
Without meaning to Jensen met the gaze of one of them. A man with two little
horns poking from his forehead and legs that became an animal’s, ended in
hooves.
Actual hooves.
Amongst the panic and insistence that this was all a dream, Jensen’s mind
recalled the term Faun from the play. The Faun looked right at Jensen and
smirked, the smile strikingly handsome even with the horns and all. He left the
group around the huge bonfire and edged closer to Jensen, all warm smiles and
laughing eyes. He wasn’t out to hurt him Jensen realized, knowing it deep in
his gut and feeling the weirdest pull to actually get up and go to him.
Before he could move though one of the wolves lying with him snarled and with
frightening speed jumped up and tore after the stranger, teeth snapping as he
ran him off and others laughed merrily at the chase. Like it was a game and not
a huge wolf trying to catch and tear one of their kin apart.
Once Jensen wasn’t looking right into his eyes he felt common sense seep back
in. Oh God, he’d have totally let that thing reach him, he’d have let it…let it
do whatever it wanted. That thing had mesmerized or hypnotized him with its
eyes. Clenching his eyes shut in case something else was looking at him he
swallowed hard and tried to think of a way out of this huge mess. Maybe he
could crawl into the woods, open his eyes then and not look back for any
reason?
Jensen didn’t hear anyone approach; the shuffle beside him could have been one
of the wolves but then a large hand cupped his chin and he jerked in the hold.
Jensen very nearly opened his eyes but caught himself in the last second
squeezing them tight, which was good because whoever had him dragged damp
fingers over each of his eyelids, some kind of muck left behind as he felt it
get into his eyes and sting. Jerking away from the hand Jensen swore as he
rubbed at his eyes and they watered painfully. With his head tipped he was in
the perfect position to get another dose in his ear. Twisting away he fought
the stranger wildly as he was forcefully twisted so his other ear was done as
well. Kicking the warmth of the fur off him he rolled around uselessly and
fought the strong hands holding him. Jensen wasn’t tiny or anything- alright he
was a little small- and he knew how to throw a punch but in this stranger’s
hold he felt completely trapped, he was held easily as if his struggles were
nothing. Jensen ended up with his front mashed up against a bare chest and he
was fairly sure that was exactly what the stranger wanted.
“If I asked you to lay back and welcome me what would you say?” A warm voice
whispered in his ear and Jensen stiffened, his eyes still tearing from the crap
put in them.
“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself,” the teenager snapped back and was surprised
by the booming laugh that answered, the hands on him letting go so he could
push himself away. Before he could stop himself Jensen looked up to glare at
his attacker.
“Holy shit,” he breathed and the stranger sat back, poised in a crouch and
hunched down but still ridiculously huge and looming over Jensen. He was broad
all over and muscular like a model or something, attractive like one too. But
more importantly in his shaggy hair a set of antlers stemmed forward.
“Who, what…is this a dream? Am I on drugs or in a coma?” He finally questioned,
voice faint as he stared at the inhuman party going on around him and then back
to the man with antlers in front of him.
“If it makes you feel better you can assume so,” was the stranger’s answer, his
voice warm and cheerful as he peered down with an ever present smirk.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Jensen shot back even though he was fairly
certain he was in fact dreaming, extremely vividly but what else could it be?
This sort of thing couldn’t be real. 
“No, it doesn’t. What’s your name, boy?”
“Boy?” the teenager repeated with a scoff and a dirty look. Maybe this was all
a hallucination. Jensen really had hurt himself and was in a hospital in a coma
or something.
“Boy. You’re young, sixteen seasons at most and a virgin still, so a boy yet,”
the man with the antlers replied with a teasing air, something flirty about him
that made Jensen blush for reasons beyond embarrassment. The stranger was older
then Jensen, he had to be in his late twenties, and he was hitting on a sixteen
year old without the slightest hesitation.
“Like you know that.”
“I can smell it on you, sweet and untouched.”
“Wow, that’s not creepy at all.”
“What’s your name, sweet?”
“Don’t call me that,” Jensen snapped, face burning hotly still as the man
grinned unabashed.
“Then tell me your name.”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to demand someone’s name without giving your own?”
Arguing with a man with antlers felt surreal, everything about what was
happening did and Jensen felt a strange clam settling in on him with the
knowledge that this had to be made up somehow.
“My name is Jared.” The bigger man gave a little bow that Jensen refused to
think of as gallant. “And I’d be very happy to know your name if you would be
so generous.”
“Fine, Jensen Ackles, pleased to meet you, now could you point me to the
nearest exit? I’d like to wake up now.”
“I imagine you would, but why not stay awhile?” Jared asked, his voice all
smooth and suggestive as Jensen felt his face heat up again. It wasn’t like he
was used to this kind of open flirting. Clearwater was a little town that was
still stuck somewhere in the past and if there were any other gay men Jensen
wasn’t aware of them much less anyone near his age.
“Stay the evening with me, come the morning I promise you’ll wake up in your
bed and this will have been nothing more than a dream, hopefully a wet one,”
the way Jared leered made Jensen snort but the tension in him was draining. The
longer he sat there the more he accepted the situation, it was weird and
couldn’t be real so why not?
Jared rocked back on his heels -his feet thankfully human- before he unfolded
and stood, surprising Jensen a little with the sheer endless size to him. It
was bizarre to see a man with antlers and a wild look about him standing there
in a pair of modern jeans. Jensen thought it should be a loin cloth or
something, leave it to his mind to half-ass its own delusions.
When Jared offered a hand to Jensen the teenager ignored his nerves and took
it, pulling himself from the furs and up to his feet. Jared towered over him
but didn’t come off intimidating, not with the way he grinned so openly like an
eager to please pup.
“Should you be flirting with a boy like this? Isn’t it kinda illegal?” Jensen
asked, letting Jared steer him toward the fray of beings around the open fires.
They seemed to ignore his presence over all though some did look over at him.
Their eyes didn’t pull him in now, Jensen suspected whatever Jared put in his
eyes had done that. The wolves who had been lying with him prowled around
Jensen and Jared, keeping everyone else a little ways from them.
“I’ll try my best to make you a man tonight then.”
The reply made Jensen give a low laugh as he glanced up at Jared smirking at
him. “Seriously? I can’t believe you just said something so cheesy,” he teased
and tried not to stare at the lady whose upper body was a woman and lower a
doe, both parts completely naked.
“There are a lot of things people have chosen to forget,” Jared told Jensen,
watching him stare at the creatures all around. “If you don’t want to see then
you won’t,” he added and Jensen turned back to him. Jared took a perch on furs
laid out over rocks, patting the spot beside him.
“I didn’t want to see,” he grumbled but sat beside Jared and eyed the antlers
still sprouting from the man’s head.
“You were different; a pretty virgin abandoned in my woods, an Imbolc offering
is a different situation entirely.”
“Imbolc? Offering? No you got it wrong, I was stranded on the side of the road
as a sick joke. Those guys like to be assholes.”
“Not an intentional offering but I’ll take what I can get,” Jared said with an
easy grin that wiped the thoughts of Jensen’s latest harassment from his mind.
He offered up a cup of something sweet smelling and Jensen eyed it suspiciously
while Jared took a long swing of his own cup.
“So what’s Imbolc?”
“A festival, it’s the first day of spring.”
“Isn’t that a pagan thing? The one with the bunnies and sex?” Jensen frowned
and Jared gave a long loud laugh. It wasn’t mocking though and Jensen just
settled for watching him, sipping absently at the sweet drink in his hands, the
tang of it was strange but Jensen knew right away it was alcoholic. It
explained some of the more rambunctious behavior going on around them. 
         
“Yes. Bunnies and sex, chocolate and eggs, we light the fires and feast in
their name, burn herbs and smear oils before we consummate the new season.”
Despite his antlers, Jared managed to get awfully close to Jensen, his breath
ghosting on the teenager’s neck. “The hunters take chase and find game,” Jensen
followed Jared’s gesture and could see some sort of animal skinned and on a
roasting pit. “And then they find another sort of prey,” he added with smoke in
his tone as Jensen felt an arm brush along his back.
“Do you always send your wolves to scare the ever living daylights out of your
would be sexual conquests?” Jensen glowered, realizing only then that the
wolves had to have been chasing him on Jared’s command. “I was terrified.” 
“Part of a good hunt is prey that’s not easy to catch,” Jared answered as easy
as you please about stalking Jensen all over the woods. The teenager gave him a
dirty look but didn’t say anything more, settling on sipping his drink and
watching nonexistent creatures party like they meant it.
Somewhere in his third cup Jensen realized whatever he was drinking was a lot
stronger than what he was used to. By then though he was in Jared’s lap and
going between indignant and flirty, the horned man amused by it all as he made
Jensen try strips of meat that were surprisingly good.
“I thought it would taste like beef jerky or something,” he admitted, taking
another bite of the tender meat, little flecks of some herb giving it a
seasoning. Jensen didn’t realize how hungry he was until he was packing away
the strips. The wolves had turned into begging mutts when the meat was passed
around. A few of them had the legs of the kills, full on fur covered hooves
still attached legs, that they took off somewhere to chew but most of them
lingered eyeing up the sweeter meat.
Jensen was a complete pushover for their big puppy dog eyes and he won himself
some furry friends sharing his meal.
“You shouldn’t spoil them, they’ll always be looking for something from you if
you do,” Jared warned him, his one arm holding Jensen on his lap with his chin
resting on Jensen’s shoulder.
“They always would,” he admitted and a few of the wolves gave a tail wag and
happy pant. Jensen gave the closest one the last bit and while the animal
munched away he carefully gave him a pet. It was thrilling to touch a real wolf
and the quick brush made him inhale sharply. Jared took his hand in his own and
let Jensen’s right back, petting the wolf more thoroughly as the canine
finished his treat and was content to accept the attention.
“He’s fluffy,” Jensen muttered to himself, a little surprised with how soft the
wolf’s fur was. Jared’s hand was huge and covered his own, the calloused
fingers warm against the back of his hand. The arm around Jensen’s waist gave
him a little squeeze and Jared nuzzled his neck.
The atmosphere shifted abruptly, suddenly intimate rather the just friendly.
Jensen cursed his own inexperience, not knowing how to react as Jared’s arms
winded around him and lured him in, pulling Jensen’s back flush to Jared’s bare
chest. The other man’s body heat seeped passed Jensen’s sweater and he blamed
that for how warm he suddenly felt.
Jensen didn’t have the time to think on how to act, he just knew he felt shy
suddenly and it made him duck his head. Jared smirked and Jensen could feel it
against his neck. The man with antlers was completely at ease, confident as he
arranged his bulk around Jensen and made him feel tiny.
“Don’t be so worried, it’s just a dream right?” Jared muttered against Jensen’s
neck the barest brush of his lips along Jensen’s skin making him want to
shiver. All of Jensen sexual experience came from brief flings at clubs in the
city. Rare visits to his cousins who would sneak him into the gay clubs. Even
then, Jensen’s greatest sex act was a fumbled hand job from a drunken guy in a
dirty bathroom.
Jared dipped his head and nuzzled at Jensen, it should have been ridiculous but
it felt sweet. The large man had Jensen tucked in close, perched on one of his
thighs with one of Jared’s arms around Jensen’s waist still. His other was
resting on the teenager’s knee, absently squeezing and stroking lightly.
Jensen felt too young for this, exhilarated but nervous as he felt Jared’s lips
touching his neck, along his throat and the feeling made him jump. The low
chuckle from Jared made him blush but it didn’t feel mocking so Jensen didn’t
protest when Jared moved his mouth higher, warm breath along his ear and cheek.
The hand on his knee was moving up, just a fraction but still on the go. Jensen
couldn’t help but duck his head again, embarrassed as he squirmed on Jared’s
lap and felt his pants getting uncomfortably tight.
Jared let go of his thigh for a moment and Jensen watched him lift his hand to
Jensen’s chin, a light touch coaxing him to look up so Jared could lean in and
kiss him.
It wasn’t Jensen’s first kiss but it certainly was something else. It wasn’t
like the quick chaste touches or the sloppy lust filled things he knew. Jared
was kissing him like he had all the time in the world and he knew what he
wanted to do with it. Firm but not overeager, a teasing touch of his tongue on
Jensen’s lower lip that was suggestive but not demanding. It made Jensen feel
like the teenager he was, inexperienced and flushed under a few kisses while
Jared held him close, hands touching along Jensen’s back and hip, his knee and
thigh.
“I’d like to spend the night with you, is that alright?” Jared asked, his lips
ghosting along Jensen’s own. It felt so weird to hear Jared asking him so
bluntly. Most people would make assumptions; go for it or not without every
saying a single word. At least most of the people Jensen had fumbled around
with. It was surreal that the guy with huge antlers was the one bothering to
ask for permission.
Jensen licked his lower lip and nodded, letting his gaze drop to Jared’s mouth
seconds before it crushed against his own, the desire clear as Jared opened his
mouth and slid his tongue in, wet and rough as he lapped at Jensen’s tongue.
The teenager gave a little noise -not a squeak- when Jared’s hands wandered
lower, both large paws sliding to cup the curve of his backside and give it a
teasing squeeze. The kiss broke as Jared lifted Jensen, sliding down from their
perch on the rock to the dirt at their feet, Jensen being arranged so he was
straddling the horned man’s lap. The position lined them up and Jensen could
feel the hard length of Jared’s erection through both their jeans. The touch
was exhilarating and he sucked in a fast breath, rising slowly and dragging
their hips together, Jared giving his own rough sound and arching up against
Jensen.
They traded rushed kisses and rutted, Jensen forgetting everything beyond the
feel of the body under him. The way Jared was acting, like he wanted Jensen but
wasn’t demanding him calmed his nerves down, the longer they made out the less
Jensen’s heart pounded painfully with nerves. But it only made him far more
aware he was going to come in his jeans if they kept rubbing up against each
other. The friction of his underwear along his bare cock matched with the feel
of Jared’s own length against him were going to make Jensen lose it.  Jared
laughed when Jensen said so, the bigger man palming his ass and rubbing Jensen
up a little harder. The teenager wanted to protest, to slow it down a little
but than Jared licked his neck, a long drag over his skin while simultaneously
grinding them. Jensen managed a weak hiss, eyes clenched tightly as he felt
himself pulse and the warmth along the head of his erection as he came.  
Jensen expected Jared to be amused, to tease him for coming so fast but he
didn’t. Rather he lifted Jensen up, handled his weight like Jensen weight
nothing as he put him down on the ground on his back.
In a swift action the bigger male stripped Jensen’s jeans from his legs. While
he was tugging them down and off Jensen wiggled out of his shirt, both of them
working until Jensen was completely naked. They’re near a fire and Jensen was
fairly sure that was why he felt so overheated. Logically he knew it couldn’t
be a romantic as his mind was making it but then Jared was a giant too handsome
and kind guy with antlers coming out of his head so Jensen wasn’t inclined to
go with logic. Instead he just laid there and watched Jared eat up the sight of
him, his eyes jumping as they roamed over his exposed skin. Thankfully Jensen
was wearing a pair of fitting briefs that he knew looked good, even if they
were wet with his spunk. The lack of reality or maybe the alcohol Jensen drank
gave him a confidence and he didn’t try to hide, didn’t even close his legs.
Jared’s hands closed on wither of his ankles, fingers trailing along Jensen’s
calves as they moved up slowly, tracing along the inter curve of his thighs and
then skimming away from touching Jensen’s briefs. They tickled at his stomach
making him huff and Jared smirk, then higher to circle around his nipples,
Jared using his thumbs to coax them into hard nubs before he went higher,
following the line of Jensen’s collar bone and down along his arms. When they
had kissed earlier Jared had cupped his face, slimmed his fingers all over and
if felt the same thing, almost out of place as if the man was memorizing Jensen
by feeling alone. His hands looked tiny and delicate in Jared’s own and he
lifted one to press a kiss on Jensen’s palm and then the other one. It felt
like ritual actions and Jensen’s mind might have puzzled over it a little more
if Jared hadn’t ducked his head, mindful of his antlers, and pressed a wet kiss
to the material of Jensen’s briefs. 
Sliding down on his stomach, Jared gently peeled the last piece of clothing on
Jensen away. He licked at Jensen through the material and when he pulled it
away he lapped along Jensen’s bare skin. Along the curl of hair there and
Jensen realized the man was licking up his come. It should have been nasty,
Jensen always thought himself fairly vanilla but the act only inspired a twist
of lust in him. Jared eased his briefs off, pulling away to do so before going
back in, pressing kisses to Jensen’s knee and along his thigh, trading the
light touches for teasing nips a few times to make Jensen jump.
“Jerk,” the teenager muttered pointlessly as the older man gave him a easy
grin, his gaze dropping from Jensen’s just before he licked the entire length
of Jensen’s cock. The length gave a twitch, trying to come around again under
Jared’s attention.  
His antlers touched Jensen’s stomach, the hard tips dragging ever so lightly
and feeling sharp as Jared moved a little lower, his tongue lavishing Jensen
hungrily, swiping over his balls and the little space under then, Jared’s
fingers touched him first, rubbed along his rim and pulled at his cheeks to
spread him before the wet feeling of his tongue followed. Jensen spread his leg
wider without thinking, face heating up as he lay there and let Jared tongue
his asshole. It was another thing Jensen had swore to himself he’d never do or
have done to him but his body loved it, hips canting up to give Jared better
access. The bigger male pulled back and Jensen felt the cool air along his
groin where Jared’s spit was still. He barely had a change to blink up at Jared
before the man was sliding his hand into the crook of Jensen’s knees and
pushing them up to his chest, tipping his ass up like an offering and swiftly
going back down. Jared licked a strip along the cleft of his backside, tongue
flicking at Jensen’s sack lightly and making him shudder a little. Then Jared
was back along his rim, working enthusiastically as he pushed his tongue passed
the ring of muscle. Jensen reached to hold his own thighs, felt his legs spread
wide for Jared to do as he pleased to his upturned backside. He skimmed his
fingers with his tongue, used them both to open Jensen up while he writhed in
the dirt and felt his cock stiffen and ache. Jared worked two of his huge
digits in and Jensen could feel them inside him, stretching him open. Before he
could get used to the sensation of fingers beyond his own inside him Jared
pulled away. When he sat back abruptly and let Jensen go his backside came down
and landed in Jared’s lap. On his knees, Jared spread his thighs wide and
pulled Jensen in closer, his ass pressing to the front of Jared’s jeans.
Jensen heels rested on the top of Jared’s shoulder while the man fumbled to get
his jeans open.
Jensen started to tense then, expecting the burn of his first time and
distantly remembering that he’d always said he would never bottom without lube
but it wasn’t like anything he’d ever told himself about his rules in sex had
stayed true so far. He wanted to say something in protest to being taken bare
but he knew he wouldn’t, that he wasn’t going to protest to a single thing
Jared did to him. Still first time anal with only spit was going to burn and
the teenager tried to prepare for it in the brief seconds it took Jared to get
himself out of his Jeans.
The warm head of his cock rubbed at Jensen thigh and he tried to part them, to
drop and wrap his legs around Jared’s waist. But Jared kept both leg trapped in
his grip, pushing them firmly together as he nudged the head of his cock along
Jensen’s hole. Jensen sucked in a breath and braced for pain but then Jared
bypassed it and moved higher, pressing into the tiny space between Jensen’s
closed thighs. Without preamble Jared rocked his hips, the length of his
erection rubbing along Jensen’s balls and the underside of his own cock.
Jensen blinked up at Jared confused but the male just smirked down at him,
giving Jensen a wink like he knew how nervous Jensen had been to be penetrated
bare. Feeling silly but grateful Jensen reached down with both hands and
wrapped them around their cocks, getting a startled groan from Jared. While
Jensen wasn’t really experienced in sex he had read a hell of a lot of
tutorials about how to do it and seen plenty of porn.
Jensen rubbed along the head of the other man’s erection, feeling the wet
smears of precome as Jared moved harder, Jensen’s body dragged a little on the
dirt as Jared humped at him. Jensen spread his thighs and this time Jared let
him so he had more access. Biting his lip, Jensen stared at the impressive
length of the older man’s cock, the swollen head dripping white as Jensen
rubbed his thumb through it and wrapped his hand around the cock, stoking
evenly as Jared gave a grunt, dropping forward onto his knees and elbows as he
shoved into Jensen’s hands, the head of his erection bumped along Jensen’s own
steadily. The bigger man loomed over him, blocked out the firelight as Jensen
pressed his face along the curve of Jared’s neck and just worked him over,
trying his best to do it good. Jared seemed to like it just fine, groaned as he
thrust at Jensen, his one hand reaching to grab at Jensen’s thigh, pulling it
high on his hip as he rubbed off on the teenager. The harder Jared’s breathing
got the more Jensen worked him, a mix of lust and the need to do this well
running through him as he peered down the tiny gap between their chest and
watched his hands work, saw the first splash of white onto his stomach just as
the man froze up and hissed out. Jared was barely panting which didn’t seem
fair since Jensen was gulping air like he’d run a marathon. He felt Jared’s
hand bump into his knuckles just before warmth surrounded his own cock and
Jensen was embarrassed that it took just a few strokes before he whimpered and
came on his stomach as well. He slumped back into the dirt and Jared flopped
down beside him, kept Jensen on the side closer to the heat of the fire. Jared
reached back and dragged the discarded fur over Jensen’s bare legs.
“That’s all you got?” Jensen teased watching Jared take a drag of the wine or
whatever it was they’d been drinking all night.  
“Just letting you catch you’re breath, virgins need to be eased, not just
callously broken in,” he teased and Jensen managed to roll his eyes though he
couldn’t protest the care Jared was showing. It wasn’t like his family didn’t
love him or treat him good and he had friends and all that. But it was
different when a sexual interest showed something beyond lust and it wasn’t
something Jensen knew from his brief bar hopping experiences.  
“You said you were left out here intentionally, explain that,” Jared suddenly
said and Jensen blinked at him, caught off guard and not really interested in
bring that up when he was having such a good night in his little hallucination.
“Why?”
“I want to know why someone would,” Jared replied simply, nothing about him
judging.
“Because their homophobic assholes,” he shot back, wanting to be curt but Jared
just watched him, waiting for more and the teenager couldn’t resist the need to
give it up.
“Clearwater is a mining redneck town, not exactly the most welcoming to the
gays. It doesn’t take a genius for people to look at me and know, it’s not
something I’ve ever hidden,” Jensen picked at the fur around his bare hips,
eyeing the smears of spunk drying on his stomach.
“Ryan and his buddies don’t like that. So they fuck around with me, they
grabbed me after class and dumped out there so I’d have to walk back, it’s not
the first time or the last.”
“It’s cruelty,” Jared mused when Jensen didn’t keep talking. The bigger man
rolled onto his stomach and laid out alongside Jensen, his head resting lightly
against Jensen’s stomach. Without a care Jensen reached to poke at the antlers
on the man, fixating on them rather then the uncomfortable conversation.
“Well yeah, of course it is. That’s what high school’s all about.”
“So you yourself try to emulate cruelty?”
“…stop with the life lesson. I’m not an asshole, they are I get it.”
“Why has the law never punished their actions?”
“Ryan’s dad owns a big chunk of the mines, they’re loaded and money makes the
world go round. My dad and brothers all work at the mines and if they ever lost
their jobs because I couldn’t handle some teasing…”
“Better to suffer in silence then cause far worse harm?” It could have been
mocking but Jared’s tone wasn’t sarcastic, merely observant.
“Life is hard, you tough it out,” Jensen replied, wondering why their pillow
talk was about life lessons.
“Talk about something else, tell me about you,” he requested and Jared turned
his head, resting his chin on Jensen’s stomach and uncaring to how dangerously
close to the tacky come on Jensen he was. In fact he dragged a finger through
the mess, making little swirls with semen on Jensen’s skin.
“This is my home, my forest. I’ve been here for longer then people have and
I’ve found life far more interesting with them around. The forest here is my
responsibility and those with in it,” Jared gestured outward and Jensen turned
his head to look. At first it seemed like the party had died off, but Jensen
realized now as he really looked that the nature of the celebration had just
changed. Forms writhed on the ground and laugher echoed in the darkness of the
forest. The wolves were laid out around Jensen and Jared’s fire, a fair
distance but once again acting like a buffer.
“So I’m participating in a orgy and the wolves are keeping an eye on me while a
guy with antlers pounds me. My subconscious is a strange place,” Jensen mused,
idly rubbing the tip of his finger along one of the curve of Jared’s antlers.
“They’re keeping the other’s back, nymphs and satyrs love nothing more then
virgins,” he explained as he nuzzled Jensen’s side and tipped his antlers into
Jensen’s lazy touching like he could feel it even though Jensen was fairly sure
he’d seen a nature show saying there was no feeling in them.   
“It’s all about the virgins huh?”
“There’s power in innocence, most wicked things can’t touch a pure body,” Jared
explained, tugging at the fur on Jensen’s lap slowly as he moved to slide over
Jensen’s body again. “Most wicked things crave it, want to spoil and ruin,”
Jensen watched the larger man drop a kiss right above his nipple, breath
teasing with the curve of his antler rubbed lightly along Jensen’s cheek,
showing him just how aware Jared was of them.
“Virgins have always been the favored offering, more then livestock or blood
sacrifices, anyone of importance wants a virgin,” he explained, while his
thumbed at Jensen’s nipple, tugging the bud until it was sensitive enough to
make Jensen’s breath hitch.
“I thought you ate the virgins or something,” Jensen asked with a tease knowing
it was dragons or something else fabled who did that. Jared gave him a dark
look for the words and Jensen was ready for the jolt through him when Jared bit
at his nipple lightly, tugging it with his teeth. Sucking in a weak breath
Jensen could feel himself getting hard again, Jared’s thighs bumping his own as
the teenager arched a little into the sting of Jared’s teeth.
“Mouthy little offering. Back in the day you’d be dressed in white and adorned
with flower from these woods, demure with your head bowed submissively.”
“Would I cry during sex? Tear up as my virtue flew the coop?”
“Tears of pleasure maybe.”
Jensen snorted, smirking as Jared pressed his thighs apart and Jensen willingly
spread them wide.
“Have you had a lot of virgins over the ages?”
“A fair share, it’s poor form to refuse a virgin offering,” Jared replied with
a smirk and Jensen rolled his eyes watching the larger man rise up onto his
hands and knees.
Jared called out once in a raised voice, words not English, and from somewhere
off to the side something sailed in the air. Jared caught it easily and Jensen
watched as he opened the flask and dumped it in his palm. It was something wet
and it gleamed in the fire.
“What is-” Jensen’s questioned cut off when Jared dropped a hand between the
teenager’s thighs and smeared the cool muck along the curve of his ass. His
fingers rubbing along Jensen’s hole, teasing the rim as he smeared his skin.
“Oh.”
Jared made a distracted noise of agreement, his attention on what his hand was
doing, watching as Jensen felt a slicked finger circle his rim with more
pressure. Jared pressed in and whatever was coating his fingers made the
motions glide smoothly. The large man worked him open again, faster now that he
had something to help and Jensen felt his cock fill out and anticipation build
in his gut. Jared crooked his finger a little and Jensen arched hard, startled
as Jared stoked over that spot roughly. Jared’s free hand pinned Jensen’s hip
to the ground while his other kept at it mercilessly until Jensen was nearly
whining and squirming under the on slaughter.
“I do like that, I think you’ll need to beg,” Jared laughed and Jensen gave him
a dirty look and halfhearted kick. The bigger man responded by yanking Jensen
from the ground and rolling them. He moved to rest his back against the stone
they had been sitting on earlier and he placed Jensen in his lap once more. For
a moment Jensen felt exposed like that but a glance revealed a female…
something happily grinding down on someone’s face while another creature fucked
the one eating her out. No one was paying the least bit of attention to them or
going to be anytime soon.
“Nervous?”
“You know I’m underage right?” It felt incredible stupid once he said it given
the circumstances.
“Age of consent is 16,” Jared replied easily and Jensen felt the head of
Jared’s cock pressing along the cleft of his ass. Jared cupped his behind again
and spread his cheeks, pushing his hips to rub his length along Jensen’s hole,
the skimming touch teasing.
“You do it, lead me into you, slowly,”
“Because I totally intended to sit on this monster all at once,” Jensen
grumbled and Jared chuckled, pressing a skimming kiss to Jensen ear.
Biting his lip Jensen reached back and took Jared’s cock in his hand, stroking
it a few times as he marveled at how different it felt from his own. Jared’s
hand joined his and the slick on his fingers transferred along his erection,
preparing it to go up into Jensen. Ignoring his nerves Jensen pressed the head
along his rim, the blunt tip slipping and sliding as Jensen tried to ease it up
into him.
“You’re too tense,” Jared said, voice low and calm as he cupped Jensen’s neck
and tipped his head so he could kiss him. Soft touches fluttered along Jensen’s
mouth and chin, down his neck and throat. Jared pressed Jensen close so their
chests where flush and mutter coaxing sounds as he eased Jensen up a little and
gave him a another wet kiss, lewd this time as his slipped his tongue into his
mouth. When the teenager eased back down he felt the head of Jared’s cock
pressing again, Jared helping him guide it this time and Jensen took a weak
breath and made himself relax. On the exhale the tip of Jared’s cock breeched
and Jensen winced as his body was forced open wider then ever before.
God he should have let go of his fear of his mom finding any sex toy he bought
and gotten himself a dildo. He would have been more prepared for this then at
least.  
It felt too full, too much, but when Jensen opened his mouth to ask Jared to
stop all he got out was a breathless sound. Fingers closed on his erection and
Jensen started, biting his lip as Jared stoked him with quick motions pushing
Jensen to the edge quick and efficiently.
“I can’t-“ Jensen grabbed at Jared’s wrist but the man didn’t stop, just
twisted his hand and pressed his thumb right at the underside of Jensen’s cock,
the pressure in the sensitive spot and the feeling of his ass being split open
made Jensen whimper and shiver, a hard release coursing through him. Jared
rocked his hips, easing up into Jensen further but not trying to shove it all
in right away. He took his time, cupping Jensen’s ass and showing him how to
move, to rise and drop slowly as Jensen sucked in hard breaths and felt his
hole slowly get used to the intrusion.
“Spread your thighs a little,” Jared requested and Jensen did so. When he
widened them a little more Jared’s cock sank deeper, not all the way but more
then it had before. Jensen grabbed at the other man’s shoulder, fingers digging
as he hissed out trying to get used to it. Jared had his hands on Jensen’s
waist and he made him move again in careful motions. Each time Jensen got used
to what was in him Jared pushed up further.
Sitting in the huge man’s lap made Jensen feel tiny, the sheer size of Jared’s
hands on his hips and the far too big length being shoved into him. It
shouldn’t have been hot, Jensen hated being so small for his age but the utter
difference was somehow making it better. Reaching back with one hand Jensen
braced his weight on Jared’s knee and start moving on his own rather then Jared
leading him. The other man let him, hands moving to touch him all over, tug at
his nipples and gently cup his cock, trying to coax it around again and Jensen
shuddered, feeling was too sensitive for another round. The easy rhythm
lingered for a long while, Jared wasn’t pushing for anything more but after
Jensen was getting used to being impaled he wanted it a little rougher himself.
Rolling his hips faster he let his weight fall a little harder each time, a
moan working in his throat when Jared started to meet him, thrust up as Jensen
arched down.
Jensen liked to convince himself the maybe sex wasn’t all that much better then
masturbating, it was the same thing technically, an orgasm. But now those
thoughts were blown away, the feel of Jared under him and build up coursing
through his body was infinitely better this own hand.
To prove that point it seemed, Jared suddenly grabbed Jensen waist and lifted
him up easily. The manhandling went straight to the teenager’s dick and he
really did whimper a bit when it twitched, coming around for another round as
Jared stood them up and laid Jensen over the stone with the fur over it. The
fur rubbed along his back and arms as Jared started to actively thrust rather
then letting Jensen lead.
Had Jensen thought Jared was gentle? He must have been mistaken because nothing
about the pounding he was getting was gentle. Jared’s fingers dug into his
skin, yanked him into every lunge and Jensen cried out a little, feeling those
last few inches finally buried in him all the way, the entire length of Jared’s
cock slamming in now. Jensen knew it had to be some sort of dream but damn it
was a good one, a handsome build guy with antlers riding him with a rough edge.
Sweat gleaming in the low light of the fire, Jensen’s brain was apparently a
romance novel but he didn’t care at all as long as Jared kept fucking him hard
like that.
The warm chuckle of the bigger man suggested Jensen said that out loud but he
didn’t care about that either, more so when Jared arched his hips a little and
changed up his rhythm, shorter motions but harder, shoving Jensen up and down.
Jared grabbed at one of Jensen’s hands and he gave it up, letting Jared guide
him and realizing that the he wanted Jensen to touch himself. One he was weakly
stroking his own length, Jared returned his grip to Jensen’s ass, squeezing
hard as he rammed away.
“Faster then that,” Jared grunted and Jensen struggled to obey, moving his hand
faster to match the strokes Jared was using, unrelenting and too much. The
familiar build up of an orgasm was there and Jensen bit his lip, feeling
himself tensing up with it. Jared was fucking him so bloody good, it should
have hurt more then it did but somehow it only made it better, hotter like how
easily Jared manhandled him. Jensen swore weakly and arched into Jared’s
slamming as he came. His hand moved hurriedly, blindly working the come from
his over sensitive cock as Jared watched, eyes locked on Jensen’s erection as
it dripped a few last dribbles.
Jared leaned down then and kissed him, surprising Jensen as his mouth was
roughly claimed and Jared’s tongue was shoving in. His hips kept pumping,
motions loosing their rhythm but staying just as rough. Jared broke the kiss
with a growl, eyes clenching tight as he rested his forehead to Jensen’s own
and fucked the boy through his orgasm. Jensen could feel Jared’s cock inside
him, the friction moving easier now with the come. Jensen felt his face burn
with the knowledge he was going to be dripping with it later.
As Jared came down from his high, Jensen expected him to slow down and tapper
off. He did relax his motions, going lazy but he still pumped away. Jensen
grabbed at his shoulders when Jared lifted him again without a warming, turning
and putting Jensen on the ground, a fur laid out under him. When Jared pulled
out Jensen again expected the large man to lie out beside him and rest. Instead
Jared flipped the teenager, got him on his knees and elbows before guiding
himself back in. Jensen gave a choked sound at the feeling. The sensation of
his body stretched open without the pain this time. He could feel each inch
disappeared into him and he shuddered a little, he was learning more about sex
in this night then his entire life.
Jared’s hands gripped his hips and Jensen whimpered a little when he was rocked
back, Jared fucking into him in no rush. Dropping his head to the fur Jensen
felt each motion, the slick slap of their thighs meeting and drops of sweat
trickling all over his body, enough to make his hair damp as Jared kept
thrusting.
“How does it feel to be no longer pure?” Jared asked, voice a little breathless
in a way Jensen liked.
“I might- might tear up,” he shot back, trying to keep any sex sounds from his
words as Jared kept shoving into him and Jensen clenched his eyes tight when a
particular thrust really hit him the right way.
“Tears of pain or sheer joy?” the man fucking him teased.
“You’re so bloody humble,” Jensen complained and Jared laughed, a booming sound
as he responded with a few well-placed and rougher jabs of his hips.
Jensen was sure his cock was done but after God knows how long Jared’s rhythm
started to pick up and the teenager’s libido joined in as Jared started to yank
Jensen back with more force, their hips slapping with each meeting.
“Fuck- I can’t, I can’t again,” Jensen hissed, clenching at the fur as Jared
grunted and just kept slamming. Jensen felt him push on his lower back, forcing
their thighs wider and Jensen lower. When the head of his erection rubbed at
the tickle of the fur he cried out and tried to lift away from the sensation.
But Jared’s hand kept him there, forced him to feel it coupled with the strokes
of the cock inside him. Jensen breath hitched and he gasped out near sobs and
Jared just kept moving, using a rougher lunge to get Jensen crying out each
time, embarrassingly loud.
Jensen could feel the length in him twitching and his own body shuddered as
Jared came again, one hand reaching down to jerk Jensen off. He tried to escape
it but the bigger man over powered him and Jensen sobbed out as he felt his
cock pulse with a pain pleasure and he came again. Once the high passed over he
slumped to the fur soaked in sweat and drops fell from Jared above him onto
Jensen’s skin. The teenager peered up at the man, half annoyed and half kind of
in love as he watched Jared stare down at him wordlessly. The moment was
strangely intimate considering they’d just met but Jensen was grateful for it,
glad to feel something beyond lust for his first time. 
Jared eventually moved off, slumping behind Jensen finally and dragging him in
to spoon him. The teenager didn’t protest as he lay on his side and stared out
into the dark woods, idly looking at the signs of people screwing in the
shadows. His first orgy. Let anyone call him a prude again and he’d laugh his
ass off.
“I respectfully withdraw my earlier taunt about your stamina,” Jensen slurred
once his found his voice and he felt Jared’s chest rumble against his back as
he chuckled, his nose nuzzling the nape of Jensen’s hair.
He tugged at Jensen until the teenager turned on his back and the man contended
himself with nuzzling at Jensen’s neck with animal like touches. Jensen half
expected him to break out into purring. The length of Jared’s antlers rubbed
along Jensen’s hair, touching and bumping light with each movement of Jared’s
head.
“Didn’t peg you as a cuddler,” Jensen teased lightly but pressed himself into
the touches as Jared wrapped himself around Jensen’s smaller frame. The man was
nuzzling still but moving downward with intent now.
Jared licked at the come on Jensen’s stomach, lapping it up and Jensen’s face
burned a little because it should have been gross and not hot to see someone
licking his come like that.
When Jared moved lower and the wet drag of his tongue on Jensen’s cock made him
sigh out and Jensen spread his legs so Jared could do as he pleased, pressing
kisses along Jensen sack and then down below, licking and lapping at his own
come dribbling from Jensen’s hole. It felt used and ached sweetly, opening for
Jared’s tongue to lap at he pleased.
“God, I’m never going to feel like a fumbling virgin again, guys are gonna be
blown away by me,” Jensen chuckled lightly but his words erased the amusement
from Jared’s face.
“Don’t say that,” Jared growled; tone low in a way that was unnerving.
“Don’t say what? That I’ve learned more about sex from you then the internet?”
Jensen shot back, trying for a scoffing tone but still a little surprised with
Jared’s sudden mood change. Leave it to Jensen to ruin what was going so good.
“You talking like that, about other men touching you, you touching them,” Jared
clarified with a grumble, his tone more calm but still unhappy.
“If all things go well, I’ll wake up in the morning, put this down to a vivid
sexually-repressed induced dream and one day find myself a boyfriend. If you’re
not a figment of my imagination, which you are, you’ll hang out in the woods
looking for other virgins to sex up,” Jensen explained. Jared frowned at him
the entire time, actually pouting a little while he nuzzle Jensen’s thigh, he
eyes drifting off as he thought about something.
“I want to keep you,” he announced like it was his decision and Jensen managed
a little snort. It was flattering but the reality of Jensen dating the
imaginary guy with antlers was stupidly hilarious and pathetic.
“I’ve got plans you know; to finish school and go to college, get a good job
and look after my family one day, all of which require me in reality and not
lala land with you,” the explanation sounded silly out loud, more so with
Jensen still in lala land but Jared didn’t seem offended. He scooped the
teenager up easily and carried him bridal style without a word.
“Stop it,” Jensen hissed with embarrassment like it was one thing to have sex
publicly but another to be carried publicly. Jared ignored the protest and
Jensen glared at him but turned his attention to the weird opening in the tree
line Jared was going towards.
The trees growing around it were symmetrical and older then the others in the
woods, thick twisted trunks that looked like something out of a fantasy
setting. When they got closer Jensen could see twigs laid out in the grass in
strange patterns and dark smears the looked suspiciously like blood. Along the
tree trunks were carved markings that looked old and in the center of the grove
there were two plates of food, cups of wine, flowers, herbs and a small
bonfire. It looked like some kind of offering and the air around the place was
quiet, different from the lively atmosphere of the orgy party.
“Stop I don’t want to go-” Jared cut Jensen off with a soft shush and the
teenager swallowed a nasty reply when Jared ducked into the grove and set him
down on his feet. Jensen wanted to turn around and leave the sacred seeming
place immediately but Jared took his hand and pulled him further, giving Jensen
a reassuring look as he led him to the center.
“Come, sit,” he coaxed, patting the spot beside him as he took a knee before
the offering. Jensen didn’t have much of a choice so he listened and perched
awkwardly on his knees with sweat and semen all over his skin.
“That’s for the mother and that’s for the father,” Jared explained softly,
gesturing to each plate and Jensen noted the knife before the things for the
‘father’ and a single flower in front of the things for the ‘mother’.
“We make an offering to ask them to bless this celebration and the time until
the next one.”
Unsure of what to do Jensen just nodded, watching the small fire crackle and
noting that there were dried leaves and flowers in the flames, probably the
cause of the sweet scents in the air. Jensen turned to Jared to ask him but
Jared was already leaning down to press a warm kiss to his mouth. The faint
tang that was most likely their semen made Jensen flush but he didn’t pull
away. Jared was moving in, winding his arms around the teenager and dragging
him into his lap.      
“It feels wrong, like in a church or something,” Jensen protested, face burning
as he glanced at the offering. Jensen didn’t know anything about pagan
religious or whatever this was but he did know what most people would be
offended by. Fucking on or around the altar was among the highest on that list.
“A church is a very different place then this, everything we’ve done tonight is
part of an offering in their name,” Jared explained with a teasing tone, his
hands dropping to Jensen’s ass and squeezing meaningfully. “They would be
offended far more if I didn’t show them,” he added and pressed warm kisses to
Jensen’s neck, nuzzling and licking.
The grove was darker and away from the others, it was more private and Jensen
squirmed unsurely, feeling more exposed away from others then when they were
among them.
“You don’t seriously think you’re gonna get it again do you?” He grumbled when
he felt Jared’s fingers moving along the cleft of his ass, gently rubbing along
the rim. His touch was careful but Jensen still jerked a bit, his hole sore
from so much sex.
“’Cause there’s no way I’m letting you shove that in me again,” Jensen glared
down at Jared’s erection meaningfully, watching the length stiffen and stand
again.
“It’s Imbolic, half the point it the sex,” Jared replied with a light tone,
licking a stripe from Jensen’s collarbone to the tip of his chin. “You’re my
offering, it’s my right,” he tagged on, the teasing tone to his voice lost when
Jensen saw his eyes. They were lit strangely, not reflecting the fire but
almost glowing on their own.
“Be a good little once-virgin and let me ravish you?” The question was probably
meant to be a joke but Jared’s voice was echoing weirdly and the words sounded
like something more devious then banter. Still the teenager didn’t fight when
Jared laid him back on the grass, pressing kisses down his chest with a
lingering air, each touch made with a strange precision, feeling ritual.   
“I may have neglected to let you know that I knew you before this night,” Jared
suddenly muttered into Jensen’s skin, his tongue distracting the teenager
momentarily from the actual words.
“Knew me? What...from where?” Jensen fumbled to get his mind going again, the
wet drag on his stomach, moving steadily lower fighting for his focus.
“From a long time ago, from various times,” the words came out low and
seductive, Jared’s eyes glowing unnaturally in the low light while he nuzzled
Jensen’s thigh, the teenager could see the gleam of teeth sharper then they
were before.
“Whenever you set foot in my woods, around the out skirts of the town,
sometimes even inside it’s limits, whenever I wondered about the pretty green-
eyed boy and how old he was now.”
Jensen’s reply was stripped from him when Jared ran the length of his tongue
over his cock, hard again and so sensitive to the touch. Struggling to swallow
a cry he shuddered a little and tried to recall ever seeing Jared or anyone
remotely like him. Jensen was utterly certain he would have noticed a hot guy
like Jared looking at him, or just existing in the town at all.    
Jared pressed a wet kiss to the head of Jensen’s cock, flicking at the white
beading at his slit. With a quick kiss on his stomach, the bigger man moved up
and blanket over Jensen, easily sliding up between his legs and pressing the
head of his own cock at Jensen’s entrance.
“I remember you when you were just a tiny thing, you could actively see the
creatures in these woods then. You’d sit on the picnic table at the camp
grounds and just stare off into the woods, watching the fae play, I think I
wanted you even then,” Jared used the words to cover the protest Jensen wanted
to make about another round. The teenager was immediately distracted too so
they worked well, he recalled his mother reminiscing about his imaginary
friends and always staring off with his head in the clouds. Jensen didn’t
remember anything supernatural as a child but he had to recognize that he’d
accepted them easily tonight, even under the guise of a dream.
Jared took advantage of his distraction, pressing into Jensen and sliding deep
in a slow thrust. Jensen really did whimper then, biting at his lip and arching
away as his hole was made wide again, stuffed full. Jared rained kisses on his
neck and jaw, murmuring nonsense words to sooth him as he started a slow
rhythmic pace.
The bare grass tickled at Jensen back and thighs, making his squirm under the
large male as Jared rocked his hips, pressing deep into Jensen and staying
there with a happy sound. After a wait he’d start up again, thrusting shallowly
and nipping at Jensen’s skin with a languid pace. The sex was extremely
intimate and Jensen felt exposed as the man with antlers looked down at him
openly fond.
Despite his intent to object, Jensen found himself coming around again
unexpectedly. He pushed back and lifted his legs to Jared’s waist so he could
urge him to thrust a little more. Jared obeyed at once and the more he gave the
more Jensen wanted, the care to the rhythm died out quickly then. Jensen was
being dragged along the grass, sweat gleaming on his skin as Jared loomed above
him, hips shoving roughly as they mated with a near frantic edge.
The want kept building in Jensen, above anything else he’d felt tonight and the
need didn’t feel natural. Jensen glanced at the offering and he wondered if it
was the cause. Unable to deny the lust, he dug his heels into the small of
Jared’s back to urge him on faster. He could feel something there, a tail of
some kind that wasn’t there before. His fingertips showed dark claws and his
canine teeth gleamed sharp. Everything about Jared looked less and less human
but Jensen was too caught up to be scared. Everything was riding on the
feeling, on the friction and sensation each time his body was impaled.
“Do you consent?” Jared suddenly asked and Jensen wanted to scoff, because
obviously he did. When Jared’s hand gripped his chin to make him look up at him
his claws dug in and it hurt a bit. Jensen doubted Jared realized he was
gripping so tight though and the way his eyes kept flickering with an internal
light stopped the teenager from complaining.
“Your consent Jensen, do you give me consent?”
With a nervous shudder Jensen gasped when a thrust hit his prostate perfectly
and then he nodded frantically in positive.
“Out loud say it out loud.”
“Y-Yeah, yes, consent given enthusiastically,” he managed and Jared chuckled
all smoke and seduction then as he pounded into Jensen harder, his thrusting
going short and fast. Jensen felt something off but didn’t know how to place
it. He had been a virgin when he first arrived so he had no clue what the weird
pulling inside him was but it did feel awesome. As Jared’s hips rocked he could
feel it, more and more pronounced as Jared growled and shoved hurriedly,
clearly right on the edge.
Finally when Jared snapped his hips back Jensen hissed because he was dragged
down sharply, the cock in him not coming free. Jared had swelled up Jensen
realized, feeling the fullness on the inside of his hole as Jared gasped out
and moved in tiny circles, clearly taking a lot of pleasure from whatever he’d
done. Jensen opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on but then the
words where gone. He arched off the grass in shock, mouth opened and head
thrown back as he came all over himself with out warning and couldn’t stop.
It came in waves rolling over him, some harder then others but all wickedly
good, one orgasm after another. After such a long night of sex Jensen was a
mess and by the fifth or sixth pulse, he was clinging to Jared’s chest and
whimpering mindlessly as his hips jerked and his cock ached, coming dry now as
another climax over took him. Jared was just as affected, shuddering and
tensing up in a way that suggested he was feeling it too. Jensen knew Jared was
still coming, that he hadn’t stopped. Jensen’s insides were over stuffed now,
he felt strangely bloated and the cock in him was pulsing and twitching
meaningfully.
Every time Jensen managed to scrap his brain together to try and ask what was
happening another release slammed him down again and he forgot all about why
that was happened was strange at all.
Jensen had no idea how long it went on for, only that at some point someone
offered a little bowl to Jared and he drank from it. Seeing him do so, Jensen
didn’t hesitate when it was pushed to his lips as well. Weakly he remembered
pain in his palm and the sight of blood, fingers writing on his chest and
people talking, speaking words over and over like a chant. Try as he might
Jensen couldn’t focus but the blurry feeling wasn’t frightening, it felt warm
and safe so he didn’t fight it. Jared's eyes glowed eerily and the gaze stayed
locked on Jensen the whole time, his lips moving in words Jensen didn't
understand. Everything felt disjointed and strange but the calm feeling settled
in Jensen's chest and refused to leave so he embraced and let himself drift
off, Jared still buried deep and locked inside him.  
 
“Jensen! Hurry up, your going to be late!”
The sound of his mother’s voice was painful and Jensen winced, his head
throbbing as he curled into his blanket. Memories of a dream where running
around, sex, lots of sex with a crazy looking but really hot guy. God, Jensen
needed to get laid if his head was coming up with strange sex like that. 
Jensen wasn’t much of a drinker but he figured he had to have gotten drunk last
night. His memories were all muddled and he couldn’t pull reality apart from
dream. A party out in the woods, a bush party, mixed all up with steamy sex
with a huge guy with antlers. Jensen stumbled into the shower and sincerely
hoped someone at school could tell him what the hell happened.
 
By the time classes let out Jensen was well beyond confused and a little
freaked out. No one had gone to a bush party last night. None of his friends
remembered him going to one or even drinking. Last they saw he’d been walking
home after school, no plans beyond homework. He remembered the woods though, if
there was no bush party what had he been doing out in them and how had he
gotten home?
Jensen could remember it, he knew he’d been out there and he’d done things.
God, if Jensen lost his virginity and didn’t know who he gave it up to he was
never going to drink again. But everything was blurry, he knew it was someone
older, skilled hands and a broad smile. If Jensen recalled right they’d done
the nasty like they’d meant it.
Yet he wasn’t sore at all. Logically if Jensen had given it up and gotten his
ass fucked as rough as his fuzzy memory seemed to think he’d surely be sore.
Beyond a headache when he first woke up but Jensen felt fine, his backside was
just dandy and not at all like an ass well used.
Jensen had never done drugs before, not even weed so why did he have memories
of things that couldn’t have happened, why did he think the guy he’d slept with
had antlers? Had he taken something last night?
In a dark mood, Jensen was glad classes were done and he could go home to get
some sleep and escape the questions for a while.
“Jenny!” Jensen grit his teeth at the singsong tone and tried to keep his head
down and ignore Ryan. “Jenny! Come back Jenny, I wanted to ask how your walk
was yesterday?”
The laughter was lost on Jensen and he stopped and whirled to frown at the
jocks.
“What walk?” he snapped in question. Normally Jensen never would but the
teasing was off, they only asked him that when they dumped him outside the town
on the gravel roads where there was no cell reception.
The jocks scoffed and laughed at him but Jensen waited, watching wearily.
“You seriously don’t remember? Did you hit your head on the way out of my
truck?” Ryan mocked and Jensen looked away, his mind going a mile a minute.
They did dump him out there. Had he found a group of campers partying then? Did
he let them convince him to do drugs and then sleep with an older man? He must
have, and they dropped him off at home. If didn’t explain why he wasn’t sore
but it did at least place him where his memories claimed, out in the woods.
“Jesus, are you that dumb?” Ryan asked, suddenly in Jensen personal space and
the teenager jolted, trying to move away as jocks started to circle him. “Maybe
you need a repeat? Shall we show you where we dropped you off yesterday?”
Jensen could see other students milling around, teachers even, all looking
away, no one was going to help him, they never did. No one ever defied Ryan or
his daddy after all and even Jensen knew that. When the bastard reached to grab
his arm he didn’t plan on fighting himself, but they both jumped when a set of
sharp teeth snapped, almost, almost, getting Ryan’s hand. God that would have
been sweet to see, he would have cried like a bitch Jensen was willing to bet.
But the jock just jumped away and a huge husky dog growled at him, his shoulder
brushing Jensen’s thigh. 
“Your dog attacked me!”
“He’s not mine,” Jensen scoffed, but his fingers brushed the dog’s fur, the
fluffy feeling of it familiar. Jensen remembered something about dogs, wolves,
or something last night. Another big husky dog came up to Jensen’s other side,
panting easily but watching Ryan carefully and Jensen didn’t even try to
pretend he didn’t like the way Ryan looked ready to shit himself, who knew he
was scared of dogs?
“They’re gonna get put down, I’ll fucking shoot them myself!” He yelled angrily
and Jensen felt his amusement die because there was a real chance Ryan would
get his way.
“I’d imagine not,” a new voice replied and Jensen felt something run up his
spine, the voice making him think of eyes with a light from within them. Pretty
much everyone was watching the scene – the entire school and then some – turned
to the man approaching them. An expensive car parked behind him and posh
clothing on his body.
His very tall and hot looking body.
He wore an easy smile, nothing mean but somehow a little daunting. Jensen
stared at him openly, searching that face that looked too familiar, too much
like the man last night minus the antlers.  Was this really happening?
“….J-Jared?” He finally asked when the stranger reached him and the man smiled
before he bent down and pressed a kiss to Jensen’s mouth.
Jesus Christ.
It was brief and chaste but it was still an older man kissing him and Jensen’s
face burst scarlet. They were standing in front of his high school with most of
Jensen’s classmates watching them.
“Jensen,” Jared said in greeting as his hand lingered on the small of Jensen’s
back. “I came to pick you up,” he explained and gave a wink. Jensen kind of
wanted to smack him but decided to just lean on one of the dogs to process
while Jared turned his focus onto Ryan.
“You’re Ryan Johnson?” Jared asked the teenager stood a little straighter,
preening under the recognition.  
“Your father manages the mines for me, I’m eager to see how he’s done,” Jared
told him with a calm voice, no threat present but the words themselves held
more then enough power.
“What do you have to do with the Padalecki mining company?” Jensen accused and
the man managed to look slightly abashed.
“I may have forgotten to mention that last night,” he said as he turned to
leave and Jensen followed, Ryan dismissed just like that as they walked towards
the car. Jensen could hear the jock trying to brush off the statement dropped
but Jensen didn’t care about him right then.
“Mentioned what?”
“I may have founded the mines, it was the best way to keep them under control
and maintain the forest’s safety,” Jared said with a smile as he opened the
passenger door for Jensen with a little flourish. It was weird to have the man
smiling at him, flirting like that but it made Jensen’s heartbeat a little
harder so he got in.
The back door opened and the two huskies jumped in before the door closed and
Jared himself got into the drivers seat.
“The mines were opened nearly a hundred years ago,” Jensen hissed once Jared
was in. The older man gave a nod of agreement and Jensen watched him pull out
car keys and give them a look like he wasn’t quite sure.
“Oh God, please tell me you know how to drive?”
“I’m learning,” Jared replied patiently and managed to get the car started and
out of park. They pulled away fairly smoothly but Jensen could see the
stiffness in the man’s form, this was not something he did normally.
“Don’t you dare crash and explain what the hell is going on right now!”
“Right now?”
“Yes!”
They came up to a stop sign and Jared reached over and cupped Jensen’s head,
pulling him into a quick kiss before giving him a light head butt. The tap
wasn’t hard and the kiss distracted him but the spot where their skin touched
burned like crazy. Jensen slapped a hand to his head and swore when the blur to
his memories of last night went away and left him with a clear recollection. He
slumped in the seat and tried to understand what they meant as Jared drove
around at a slow pace, peering out the window curiously as the dogs in the back
where.
“You had antlers,” Jensen finally accused and the man nodded his head.
“I still do but for now it’s best they weren’t present, it makes looking human
much easier,” he explained in that calm tone that Jensen kind of wanted to
throttle out of him.
“I don’t- how is that…” he trialed off, unable to reach a point as his mind
fought what it was remembering, supernatural things in real life, not just
spoken word or second long sightings but actually solidly there. Jared reached
out a hand and rubbed the back of Jensen’s neck soothingly, the touch making
the chaos in his mind calm down a little.
“Give it time, let yourself get used to it,” was his advice as he turned down
Jensen’s street but passed his house by. There was an old house at the end of
their street, huge compared to the modern cookie cutter houses around it and
the land backed right into the woods. Jensen had no doubt it was going to be
Jared’s home.
People often wondered who owned the place, why it hadn’t been made into a
historical monument yet. For the first time since Jensen could ever recall the
iron gates were opened and people where abuzz in the yard, cleaning gutters and
replacing windows long obsolete with time. Jensen just sat there in the car
watching it all as they pulled up into the driveway. Jared turned the car off
and then remembered to put it in park. He got out and let the dogs out before
finally opening Jensen’s door and waiting for him, not trying to push or hurry
him in anyway.
Jensen attention was on his own palm now, realizing he’d let them cut his hand
last night and now he had a scar that looked years old. Jensen grabbed Jared’s
own hand and examined his palm, staring at the matching mark.
“You said it would be a dream,” Jensen finally accused and Jared nodded
reaching out a hand to help when Jensen stood up and his knees weren’t quite on
board just yet.
“I intended it but then I found myself attached and then you consented
enthusiastically.”
“Consented to what?”
“To marry me.”
 
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