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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins/Victoria_Vantoch
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan,
      Victoria_Vantoch
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Sexual
      Content, Smut, Sex_Toys, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Bondage, Age_Difference,
      Sensory_Deprivation, AU, Virginity, Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-08 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 20809
****** Keep Family Close ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jared's got a good life, awesome job, good friends, and a happy sex
     life as a Dominant. Then he finds out that when he was a teenager he
     unknowingly became a father. Jensen's mom passed away and he's got no
     where else to go so Jared willingly welcomes his son. If he can get
     over having a fifteen year old son as stunning as Jensen.
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
Jared had a son.
Jared had a fifteen year old son.
Jared had a fifteen year old, motherless, needed a home, son.
Jesus Christ.
Sitting back in the chair he stared at nothing for a moment, ignoring the woman
on the other side of the fancy desk while he just processed the information.
He could actually recall Samantha, his first girlfriend when he was a bright-
eyed teenager. At fourteen he’d been in love and they had held hands and
planned an idealistic future together. Then Jared’s dad had transferred and
he’d moved across the country. They’d talked over the phone for weeks until one
day Samantha stopped answering abruptly. He never had found out why and years
later he figured she must have found someone else and moved on. Apparently
she’d turned out pregnant and kicked out of her home according to the lawyer in
the business suit watching him.
“It must be quite the shock.”
“No kidding,” he shot back, sitting up straighter as he tried to get the
situation back under his control.
“So I’ve got a kid that Samantha never bothered to tell me about, she never
bothered to give me a call, send me a letter? E-mail? … maybe a text?”
“According to her will she felt it was her responsibility, not yours,” the
woman replied in a brisk tone, seeming to be fine with dropping this bomb on
Jared.
“That was very chauvinistic of her,” despite his effort there was clear bite in
his tone and the woman across the desk answered with a sigh.
“Look Mr. Padalecki, I was just forwarded the will and asked to inform you of
what’s going on here.”
“I know. Sorry, it’s just…well Jesus, I have a son?” Running his hands through
his hair he looked at her for confirmation and her cool mask cracked a bit.  
“I do understand, it’s huge to learn something like that. From what the will
states he’s got no other family, Ms. Ackles lost contact with her family
shortly after the pregnancy, she’s requested you to be the first contact before
them.”
“She wanted me to take him in?” Jared can barely keep the disbelief out of his
voice, she never told him about his own son while she was breathing but she
figured he’d be a good father if she died?
“It’s unusual, I’ll admit that. But it’s what’s written. If you’re unwilling
then her parents are to be asked-“
“Wait,” sitting back again he frowned at the woman sharply. “I never said
that.”
And that was how Jared went from a bachelor to single parent in a day.
 
“Morn’n,” Jensen mangled out when Jared got back from his morning jog with the
dogs. The kid was bent over a bowl of sugary cereal, eyeing the bright sun like
it was his personal demon.
“You realize it’s almost noon right?” The teasing tone made the teen roll his
eyes and give Jared a distasteful look.
“S’saturday,” came a mumbled reply around a spoon while Jensen seemed to focus
on keeping upright, still half asleep. Jared grinned broadly, watching him as
he got himself orange juice. Jensen was not a morning person in any way, shape
or form. But in a twist he usually had more to say in a half dazed state then
when he was awake and alert. Kid was shy as hell and a hundred percent unsure
of Jared.
“What’s your norm for Saturdays? So far you’ve slept most of the day and then
slept some more.”
Jensen arrived a week before school started at the end of august and the two
were still getting used to one another, testing the waters back and forth.
“I read’too, in bed.”
“Ah,” still wearing a smirk Jared leaned against the counter and drank,
watching Jensen from the corner of his eye. Normally he’d be well aware of
being observed but while his brain was still rolling out of bed and Jared could
eye his son all he wanted without making him uncomfortable.
Jensen was pretty.
The first thing he noticed about the kid when he picked him up at the airport
was the fifteen year old boy was gorgeous. Feminine features but still an
obvious boy with wide eyes and full lashes, lush mouth, soft freckles, the
works. Jared had expected him to be a player or at least have an ego being so
damn fine looking. But Jensen was introverted, head down, do your work and keep
to yourself kind of kid. The exact opposite of how Jared had been. The first
weeks had been painful, Jared asking stupid questions and tripping over his own
feet to try and get to know the kid. Finally after being meek and jumpy, Jensen
had finally given a huff and looked straight at him for once. Then he’d
promptly told Jared he was trying way too hard and to take it easy. Jared had
reeled over that for only a day or two before he obeyed.
Slowly but surely things got better from there, Jensen moved at the pace of
molasses but he did open up eventually. The teen was way too mature, talked
about part time work and grade averages and made Jared feel like he was the kid
at times. But more time passed and he got glimpses of the teen underneath the
worker. When he found out Jensen liked video games, marathons were had and the
stiff uncertainty between them was lessening gradually. 
“May I offer a Mario Kart challenge this evening? Loser orders pizza?” The
smile that answered Jared’s question was brief but genuine in a way that made
him want the kid to smile more.
“Could be arranged.”
“Cool,” Jared leaned back, dropping his empty glass on the counter and moving
to let the dogs in before he hesitated.
“By the way…” he paused, not sure what would be the best approach here. “Next
weekend is Halloween,” Jensen glanced over at him, nodding when Jared just
watched him.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Do you have any plans?” Jared hedged, watching Jensen frown a bit and then
shrug. So far he’d been tight lipped about friends from school and had yet to
go out anywhere, but Jared had seen him talking with the same group a few times
when he would picked Jensen up.
“Well I throw a party every year, on Saturday night. It’s going to be here so I
figure I should give you fair warning.”
“Want me out of your hair?” The remark lacked bite to it and Jensen tried to
play it like a joke but Jared caught the question there.
“You’re welcomed of course, but it’s essentially a bunch of thirty year olds in
ridiculous costumes getting drunk and being vulgar,” the way Jensen frowned and
wrinkled his nose in distaste was both amusing and adorable.
“I think I’ll pass.”
“I figured as much,” Jared laughed in reply.
   
The party was in full swing just after midnight and Jared laughed while he
chatted with co-workers easily. People were having a good time and he’d spent
the night being the good host, making sure everything ran smoothly. Truthfully
Jared was about ready for this party to end and the next one to start, but he
had just under two hours to wait still so he pushed it out of mind and focused
on the conversation.
“You gonna’ arrest me?” A sly voice inquired from behind him and Jared grinned,
turning from the group to give the kid in drag an appraising look.
“Maybe,” he teased back, taking in the slutty looking cheerleader outfit. Misha
preened under the approval and smiled brightly, pressing in closer but not too
far, looking more like he was trying to hear Jared over the noise than anything
else.
“Promise?” Was the retort as he reached to tug at the steel handcuffs hanging
off Jared’s belt. The police uniform was a bit uncomfortable, too tight in a
few places, but Jared knew he looked good in it.
“Where’s Vicki?”
“Being boring,” Misha replied easily, rocking back on his heels while he rolled
his eyes, jerking his head to the left. Jared spotted her in a corner, talking
with a group. She was dressed like a Greek goddess, white robes and a wreath of
leaves in her hair. Vicki had her business face on so Jared could guess why her
boy was wandering. Misha needed attention or he was off in a flash looking for
trouble.
Jared was fond of the kid, he had everything Jared liked best, mainly a petite
body with stunning features. Such bright blue eyes with a wicked twinkle to
them. Jared always liked them small and delicate looking, tiny in comparison to
his own bulk. Cute little boys that he could sit in his lap and fuck as he
pleased. Misha was young too, still newly nineteen and it turned the older man
on.
 Jared had already tasted him, Vicki wasn’t exclusive with her sub and Jared
knew Misha would never be content with a single sex partner. The kid matched
Jared’s own kinks nicely so the three of them have been regular play partners.
Which was probably why Misha was looking at him so eagerly. It was tempting,
Jared was impatient himself but regardless he was the host tonight. 
“Wanna learn to mix booze?” He questioned the boy instead with a challenging
grin.
An hour later and Misha was more adapt at making cocktails then Jared ever was,
looked perkier doing it too. With such a deviant personality to him, it was
easy to forget how much of an intellect Misha actually was. Comfortable that he
and the mixing book would be fine, Jared headed out to his garage to restock
the booze. One party was winding down but another was about to start.
When he sauntered into the darkness Jared didn’t bother with lights since he
knew his own yard. Which was how he went unnoticed by the couple against the
side of the house. The soft sounds were what alerted him first, peering into
the shadows he could make out a silhouette. A male figure was leaning against
the house and when his eyes adjusted a little better, Jared realized someone
else was kneeling in front of the guy. Wet slurping made the corner of his
mouth pull up into a grin. Shaking his head with amusement, he intended to
sneak by and leave the couple to it. Until the one on their knees sat back and
the light from the window lit his features.
It was Jensen.
His Jensen.
His shy, soft smiling, meek little son was currently on his knees, jerking
someone off, leaning in to suck him down again. The motions were smooth and
Jared knew immediately this wasn’t the first time his son has done this. Jensen
eased the dick into his mouth with a pleased sound, and slid it down deep, all
the way until the guy was groaning.
Jared’s first gut reaction was lust, hard hunger at seeing his pretty son doing
something sexual. Jared stomped it down viciously though, trying to summon up a
fatherly reaction when someone inside noticed him standing in the darkness like
an idiot. Jensen and the guy were hidden against the side of the house so when
the backlights came on no one else saw them. But they noticed him right away.
It was Jeff who was getting his cock sucked, a good friend, a fellow dominant.
Jeff gave him a wry smirk and wink. Jared knew right then and there Jeff had no
clue who Jensen was, he’d never have touched the boy otherwise.
Jensen surprised them both when he reacted badly, he spotted Jared and pretty
much jumped back from Jeff, scrambling away in the dirt as he stared up at his
father with wide horrified eyes. It threw Jared off, how freaked out he looked,
and Jeff appeared just has confused and concerned.
“Jen,” Jared started, worried but Jeff jerked and comprehension dawned in his
features.
“Fuck, sorry Jared, I didn’t realize he was your kid.”
Before Jared could get a reply out, Jensen was rushing away, red faced with his
head ducked as he stumbled around Jared and into the house. Watching his son
go, he frowned harder and gave Jeff a baffled look.
“What the hell was that about?”
He knew his view on sex was different then most, Jared was a dominant and
enjoyed bondage and scene play. Clearly he wasn’t the norm and getting caught
in a sexual act by a parent was humiliating, he had the horrid memories to
prove it. But the raw panic on Jensen’s face when he saw Jared looked out of
place, like something truly horrific was going on.
“Better check on him,” Jeff advised, seeming to also notice that something was
beyond wrong.
Asking a few people quickly directed Jared upstairs to find his son. Knocking
on the door softly he waited a beat before opening it. Jensen was inside,
pacing back and forth and he looked wreaked in the worst way.
“Are you ok?” Jared asked immediately, concern overpowering the thoughts that
he should be an upset father in this situation.
“M’so’ry,” the words rushed out and the kid was looking anywhere but at Jared,
arms wrapped around himself tightly, he seemed tiny and scared and Jared just
wanted to sooth him but Jensen hurried on.
“I’m not’a whore, not a slut or anything like that,” something in the words was
twisted, like harsh labels, like his son had been accused of being them before.
“I’m not dirty,” Jensen looked up now, his red-rimmed eyes pleading desperately
for Jared to believe him. It broke his heart a little and Jared nodded his head
quickly in agreement.
“Of course you aren’t,” hands out in a calming gesture, he approached him
slowly like a cornered animal, giving his son plenty of time to move away if he
wanted. “I’d never think that Jen, Jesus. You were giving head, not killing
babies,” the joke fell flat, Jensen just watched him, like he expected Jared to
start screaming. Carefully he reached for him and rested his hands on slim
shoulders, hunching down so his height wasn’t looming over Jensen.
“I’m not mad, not really. I suppose I should be? I mean like an upset father or
something, Jesus, I’dunno. But I don’t think you’re dirty Jen. I mean come on,
my house has never been so neat since you got here,” the rambling made Jared
feel stupid but Jensen looked slightly less frightened, he even managed a weak
smile at the lame joke. Encouraged, Jared led him to the bed, sitting them down
while he watched Jensen carefully.
“What’s this about?” He finally asked after a long pause, Jared wasn’t sure how
these talks were supposed to go so he just went for his usual style, blunt.
“I dunno, I’ve been trying to be good since I got here and Danny, my friend,
met someone at the party so she asked if I minded not staying over at her
place. So I came home and I met that guy while he was out smoking and he
started flirting and then one thing led to another and he asked me to-”
“Whoa. That’s… that’s not what I meant,” Jared cut in, waving a hand for Jensen
to stop. It was the most he had heard out of Jensen at once before, but still,
Jared wasn’t sure how he felt about hearing that much detail, not after nearly
popping wood because he caught his son sucking cock. Jensen snapped his mouth
shut, obviously confused so Jared continued.
“This whole,” he gestured to the room, to where Jensen just stood. “Thing. Why
did you think I’d think that of you?” Jared waited while Jensen inspected the
floor, tugging nervously at his sweater’s edge.
“Mom did.”
Well fuck. Jared really hoped Samantha was rotting in hell.
Something in his face must have reflected that because Jensen shook his head
quickly.
“It’s not like that, mom was great. I, I miss her,” the last part fell into a
whisper so broken that Jared didn’t think about it, he just wrapped a
comforting arm around his son’s shoulders. “It wasn’t the gay thing, she was
fine with it. It was the stupid things I’d do. Older men, dumb situations,
people would talk about me, tell her how d-dirty I was. That’s what she hated.”
Jared kind of wished he wasn’t as intrigued as much as he was right then. Son,
he reminded himself sternly. Like someone in a happy relationship, or some
other situation that made a person taboo, Jared firmly slotted his pretty son
with them.
“I don’t know what you did to make people think that but your mom should have
known better. You’re a great kid Jen, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”
Excellent. That sounded like a good fatherly speech Jared thought, mentally
congratulating himself. Jensen didn’t seem to share his opinion though, he
seemed more put off then comforted. Blowing out a sigh the teen ran his hands
over his face and closed his eyes, staring at the floor again. 
“You don’t know that,” once more Jensen looked dejected and Jared knew he was
fucking it up. His first father-son talk and he was ruining it, time to
approach from a different angle.
“Jen…” Jared paused, wondering if it crossed some father-son line, but decided
the cheering Jensen up was more important. “Do you know what a dominant and a
submissive are?” Now the kid was bright, bright red and ducking his head down
low, even as he nodded weakly.
“Yeah. If you worried about judging you’ve got nothing on me.” Jensen’s
expression was actually kind of comical as he realized where Jared was hedging
toward.
Then they sat there awkwardly and Jared felt like an ass. A very inappropriate
one.
“Uh…I’m going to go back downstairs now, clear everyone out and… yeah,” he
explained hastily as he eased off the bed and got the hell out of the room.
 
“How’d it go?” Jeff asked straight away when Jared came up to him in the
kitchen, Misha was on the other side of the counter making experimental drinks.
“Horrid,” he replied and swiped the vodka from the teen and took a straight
shot.
“The joys of parenthood,” Jared spared Misha a dirty look and leaned back
against the counter.
“Sorry about getting your kid to blow me,” Jeff added as he sipped his drink,
both of them ignored the shocked sound Misha made.
“No problem, figured you had no clue it was your friend’s fifteen year old son
you were getting head from,” again they ignored the scandalized and amused
sounds from behind them.
“Pretty much. So I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest we move the
after party to my place?” Jeff offered and Jared nodded gratefully.
“Really?” Misha butted in, leaning over the counter and looking pleased with
the idea.
“You’re far too fond of the things in my basement,” Jeff teased.
“The things in your basement are far too fond of me,” Misha replied cheekily
and Jared let the banter ease some of the tension from him. So he’d messed up a
talk, Jensen was bound to find out his dad was into unconventional things, it
wasn’t like Jared was ashamed of it but he just really wanted his son to like
him.   
Not long after Jared was letting out the last few people, watching them pack
into vehicles to take the party elsewhere. His friends and dick were both
disappointed to find out he was passing the play night over but Jared figured a
good parent would stay home.  
The house still needed cleaning up, Misha had actually done a lot of it
already, but Jared didn’t feel like it, the mess would still be there in the
morning. Taking the steps slowly he contemplated going straight to bed but
ended up hesitating outside Jensen’s door. One bad talk was good for the night
but it wouldn’t hurt to check in. With no light under the door Jared thought
his son was asleep so he quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open a
little to peer in.
Stupid, stupid idea.
The light from the streetlight coming in from the window and fell directly on
the bed, highlighting the body spread out on the sheets perfectly. Jensen’s
eyes were squeezed shut tightly; he had no clue Jared was there. That flawless
little body was twisting around, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow. Jensen
had a toy, something small, and he was fucking himself with it. One hand
holding it steady while he rolled his hips on it. His other hand slithered on
his stomach, rubbing his erection lightly then sliding along his flat belly.
The gleam of light let Jared see Jensen had come smeared on his skin already.
Jesus fucking Christ.
God could not be doing this to him, this was beyond temptation, it was down
right cruelty. Or maybe it was something else, maybe this was God giving him
the go head. Here’s your own flesh and blood, spread out how you like it best,
have at him. Yeah. Jared liked that idea. Pushing the door open he crept closer
quietly, staring down as Jensen chewed his lip and muffled whimpers. Such
perfect little sounds, Jared’s sudden raging erection twitched at them.
Jensen jerked away abruptly and Jared’s gaze jumped from watching the toy
sliding into his son to meet his terrified eyes. They looked exactly like
earlier when Jared caught him the first time, an irrational fear gleaming.
“Do you think this makes you dirty?” He asked smoothly, tone low and calming as
he closed in, dropping one knee on the bed as he gripped the headboard and
loomed over him. Jensen looked like a deer in the headlights, staring up at
Jared with a mix of utter dread and confusion.
“Do you?” He pressed, reaching between Jensen’s spread legs to slip the toy
from his slack fingers, easing it out slowly. Jensen made a sound then, and
looked away, shaking his head in negative. Jared dropped the toy on the sheets
and his fingers brushed against the slicked hole lightly. Jensen flushed and
went stiff but didn’t pull away. Easily Jared dragged his hand up, along his
son’s balls and tracing the length of his still hard dick. The entire time he
watched Jensen, the boy shifted a bit and his eyes kept looking up to Jared and
then jumping away. Warm come slicked his stomach, and Jared ran his fingers
through it, making patterns on the quivering skin before running over a nipple.
When his fingers reached Jensen’s mouth, he stopped, tracing the full lips,
rubbing Jensen’s own semen there.
The teen squirmed and avoided his gaze again but he opened his mouth and meekly
licked. Animal-like tentative touches, his soft tongue cleaning the come off.
When he was done Jared bent down and kissed his son. Very carefully he pressed
his mouth against his in a chaste firm kiss.
“Do you think this is dirty?”
Jensen shook his head quickly, a silent no as he looked up at his father again,
nervous still but a tad more confident.   
“Do you want to come into my room with me?” Jared inquired softly, pressing
another closed mouth kiss on his son’s neck. “I’d like you to come into my room
so I can fuck you Jen,” his breath fanned out against the fragile throat before
he lightly bit him, sinking his teeth down gently against the fluttering pulse.
   
“You can stay here if you want, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want,”
Jared added, warm toned as he pulled back to look down at Jensen, making sure
his son understood clearly. “This is up to you, I’m not going to be mad if you
stay,” he reassured and gave Jensen one last soft, lingering kiss before he
straightened out and left the room, resisting the urge to look back. Jared
smirked when footsteps followed him immediately.
Pushing the door open he paused and let Jensen enter first. He was completely
naked and his arms curled protectively around himself. Jared stepped close,
bringing him in so he could hug the boy from behind. Resting his cheek in the
soft hair he took a moment and held Jensen until the tension eased from the
smaller frame. Pressed up like they were, the size difference was so obvious
and it made Jared eager, so hungry to have this petite body under him.
His own son.
Breaking the hold Jared smiled down at him affectionately and guided Jensen to
the bed. Sitting on the edge he led the boy to stand between his spread thighs
and slipped his arms loosely around him. Jensen’s fingers quickly found his
shirt and fiddled with it, his nervous habit.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Jared asked and felt a surge of lust when
Jensen shook his head negative. “Have you ever fucked someone?” Another
negative.
“So,” Jared carefully eased Jensen closer, pulling him to sit in Jared’s lap,
straddling him. “You’ve just used your sweet mouth?” Red faced, Jensen nodded,
his eyes kept slowly finding Jared’s and then skittering away unsurely.
“You’re so perfect, so damn gorgeous,” while he spoke he ran his hands along
Jensen’s back, dropping low to cup his pert ass and squeeze as he pressed his
son down against his own cock.
“Do you feel how excited you make me? Are you gonna be a good boy and let your
dad take your virginity?” The words were low in his throat, Jared could feel
himself pulsing, just the idea of it, the taboo edge to what he was doing.
Jensen seemed to agree with him because he whimpered lowly and his hips rolled.
Despite his clear nerves his son was just as eager.
Chuckling approvingly, Jared stood up, lifting the light weight of the teen
easily. Jensen was startled by the sudden motion but was playfully dumped on
the bed before he could really react. Looking down at him Jared offered a grin
that he knew was far from comforting but Jensen laid back for him, silently
giving his consent as he spread his legs a touch.  
“If I do or say something you can’t handle, tell me,” Jared instructed, staring
straight into his son’s eyes until Jensen flushed and nodded.
Jared groped for the handle of the bottom drawer of his bedside nightstand,
taking out lube and a medium dildo. Discarding his shirt and leather belt, he
watched Jensen stare at him with an adorable flush, eyes devouring skin as
Jared exposed it. Taking a knee, he tugged Jensen down the bed so his ass was
at the edge. Leading one skinny leg over his shoulder he pushed the other wide.
“Put you hands over your head,” Jensen didn’t hesitate and Jared pressed a
quick kiss on the inside of his thigh in reward. “Try to keep them there for
me,” he added before turning his attention to the virgin hole and dripping dick
in front of him. Spreading him out wide Jared examined the pink little
entrance, smeared with lube already.
“Has anyone ever seen you like this before?” Now that he knew his kid was a
virgin he couldn’t help but obsess on it. Jared wanted to know everything, who
touched him and what they saw, how much did other hands feel.
“Not like this.”
 
Jensen was focused on him, watching attentively and Jared held his gaze for a
second before he leaned down to run his tongue along the tight hole. The sound
his son made was delightful; he was squirming on the bed at once, and pressed
himself back against Jared’s tongue. Rimming him, he gripped the boy’s waist
and held him still while he tongued his son’s entrance.
Jensen reached down abruptly, taking hold of his erection briefly before Jared
grabbed his wrist. Pulling back he turned his head and bit down on Jensen’s
thigh, not enough to break the skin but hard enough to make him startle. But
instead of his cock wilting like he expected his son shuddered once and Jared
watched sticky come spurt from the untouched erection. Surprised but pleased,
he filed away that information for later.
“Put your hands back up,” once Jensen had complied Jared turned his attention
back to stretching him open, pressing his finger along the rim and rubbing back
and forth teasingly before pushing in. Jensen took his finger and it felt wet,
hot, and fucking perfect. Virgin tight he thought.
Moving up, Jared paused to lick along Jensen’s softening dick and
experimentally he nipped lightly. His boy mewled and thrust up at nothing
helplessly, looking for friction while he was fingered slowly. Licking the
still warm come on his stomach, Jared gathered some up and arched up to kiss
Jensen. Eagerly he opened up for him and sucked at his own come.
“You said you’d done things that made people talk,” Jared asked when he pulled
back, adding a second finger just as he spoke. Jensen whimpered, body arching
into the touch while his face turned away and shame colored it.
“Jen, tell me,” the tone was firm and he kept fingering his son, waiting as
Jensen chewed his lip. “Baby there’s nothing you can say that’s gonna make me
think you’re dirty. Such a good boy like you couldn’t be,” turning his
attention to the pale throat exposed Jared dipped his head so he could close
his mouth along warm skin and suck hungrily, scrapping his teeth to force
hitched sounds from his boy.
“I let them do stuff…” The teen gasped a bit, feeling the third finger push in.
It must have burned a little because his noises turned pained. Sitting back,
Jared reached to grab the lube and squeeze some out on his fingers until he
could slide them easily again. Curling his fingers he sought his son’s prostate
and watched Jensen jerk when he found it.
“What kind of stuff?” The question was casually asked like it was the weather
at breakfast and not sex acts while he fingered Jensen open. Jared could tell
by his son’s previous demeanor that this was obviously delicate ground for him.
“Let them tie me up,” his breath stuttered again and Jared watched him twist
around on the bed when he spread his fingers out, loosening up the ring of
muscle.
“T-tie me up, let them put me in skirts and… and take turns fucking my mouth,
hard and messy, making me choke,” his back arched high, one arm dropping and
Jared snatched his hand before he could reach for his dick. The teen was
getting hard already and Jared let out a surprised huff, to be fifteen again he
thought.
“Did you like being tied up?” Jensen nodded and sobbed in loss when his
father’s fingers pulled out of him. Jared pushed him up on the bed more,
crawling onto it with him as he tugged and guided Jensen to lie on his back
against the pillows. Bending to kiss him soundly Jared reached under the pillow
and against the headboard for the leather cuffs there.
Jensen watched without protest as his father strapped his wrists above his
head, pulling the cord taunt so they were firmly secured.
“Did you know these men very well?” Again his tone was soothingly calm and
Jensen took comfort in it before shaking his head in negative. Carefully he
tested the bindings, pulled lightly to see if they gave at all. The thick
leather felt heavy on his wrists and the headboard was huge and solid looking.
He felt like he was certainly trapped there but under his father he felt no
real fear.
“Did you like that they were strangers?” Jared settled on his knees between his
boy’s legs and eased them further apart before he took the dildo from the
nightstand, lubing it up. Both of them heard the sharp inhale Jensen made,
watching his father with the toy. Jared smiled warmly, made sure to be
reassuring as he ran his hand along a shivering thigh.
“Jen?” He prompted and Jensen struggled to recall the question.
“No. Not really. But I was nervous, didn’t want anyone I knew to find out,” the
lube and plastic toy were cold and Jensen jerked away when he felt the first
brush along his ass.
“What’s wrong with that? I like that you’re a talented little cock sucker, that
you’ll let me tie you up and hold you down while I fuck you, I can go hard too,
can’t I?” Jensen nodded his head desperately, planting his feet against the bed
for leverage as the head of the toy eased its way into him slowly.
“I’ll show you, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” While he talked, Jared
pressed the toy onward, gently but surely pushing it into his son until the end
was only visible. Jensen was tense all over but he had made no attempt to avoid
taking it.
“Just relax on it, tensing up only makes it hurt.” Rubbing his thigh
soothingly, Jared sat back and moved up amid Jensen’s spread thighs. Keeping a
hand between them to hold the toy in, he leaned down to mouth his son’s neck
again, the pale column just begging to be marked up.
“Why haven’t you let anyone else fuck you yet?” The kid was having a hard time
concentrating now, and Jared slipped the toy back an inch before thrusting back
in, pressing it up until Jensen tried to get away finally, tugging at the
restraints. Chuckling Jared asked the question again and like he was in the
mornings Jensen let the answer fumble out without censor.
“Wanted it to’be good, wanted some’on I really liked, to do’it.”
“Did you want your dad’s cock?” Jensen made soft sounds in his throat, closing
his eyes tightly and pushing back against the toy now.
“Did you wait for me? Keep your little hole untouched until I could come and
use it first?” The way he was rolling his hips and making eager noises told
Jared his son was close. Jensen’s legs tried to wrap around Jared’s waist,
urging him closer as he humped back at the toy in him.
“Can you come for me? Without even touching yourself, just the toy and the
knowledge I’m gonna fuck you?” Holding his waist in one hand Jared tilted his
son’s body up higher so he could twist the dildo around inside him. “Talk to me
Jen, wanna hear you ask for it.”
“I…please,” Jensen trailed off, shoved back desperately, almost there.
Jared pinned his waist to the bed, using both hands so the toy came out half
way. Jensen made a broken sound, his body clenching at the fake cock as it came
free from him. Jared kept him down, easily overpowering his son while Jensen
made frustrated sounds.
“Wanted you to talk baby, if you want to come you’ve got to earn it.”
“Yes, please, let me, just put it back, please, please,” he babbled helplessly,
letting words run out of his mouth mindlessly, begging with sobs. The toy had
felt so good inside him, made him feel full and he told his father that
hurriedly.
“Tell me something if you want to come.” Jared’s voice sounded like steel
against Jensen’s broken whimpers and the boy spread his thighs wider, trying to
slide down when he felt the tip of the toy at his hole again. The ropes on the
headboard were pulled taunt and his arms ached as he pulled against his
restraints furiously.
“Tell me something you really liked, even if you thought it was dirty,
especially if you did.”
He didn’t want to talk anymore, he just wanted to come again, and Jared could
see his son struggling to obey him. Teasingly, he pressed the toy into him,
just forcing the end in before letting it slide back out.
“I…I don’t know...lots of things …feeling used,” his reward was the sweet
stretch as the toy edged in again and Jensen struggled to think of something
more to say. “A man- he…he put a collar on me once, and made me crawl around
like a dog, I liked it.”
Jared watched his son, writhing on his bed with his arms restrained tightly.
His legs around Jared’s sides tried to urge him closer even when he probably
didn’t know what it meant to do so. So innocent and so damn erotic in a blend
that got Jared throbbing hard. Jared couldn’t get over the fact that his own
son had the potential to be a submissive. He kept going, made Jensen spill
every little secret he had, every sexual act he loved best. Over and over he
took him to the edge and then forced him back down. Jensen quickly became a
mess of desperate lust, his tiny sweat soaked body marked with dark love bites.
His wide eyes stared unwaveringly at Jared now, begging without shame as he
pleaded for the release Jared kept refusing him.    
“I just want, please let me come…please daddy,” Jared’s been keeping his
control; he was well versed in playing with orgasm denial. But when Jensen let
the word ‘daddy’ out he knew right away it was time to fuck his son. Jensen was
young and tiny but he had fingered and fucked him open, loose and then some,
Jared was confident his son could take his cock without any serious pain.
“Do you wanna fuck your daddy now?” He coaxed, leaning down to press hot kisses
along the boy’s neck, dark love bites already peppered along his throat. Jensen
nodded dumbly, beyond willing at this point, he needed it and his father could
see it.
Jared kept his wrists cuffed together but undid the cord holding them to the
headboard. Jensen fumbled with his hands restrained but sat up, following where
his father wanted him as he managed to seat himself in his lap. Lifting his
arms he dropped them behind Jared’s neck, the cuffs holding his arms there.
Nervously he ducked his head and then meekly looked up for approval. Jared gave
pause to give him a slow opened mouth kiss, letting him know he was pleased
with the action.
“You going to be a good boy for me? Sit on my lap and ride my cock?” Sitting
with Jensen straddling him and his arms enclosed over his shoulders, Jared slid
his own arms around to hold the smaller body. The position was intimate and
Jared watched his son as he gave him a weak little smile, one of his genuine
ones, and nodded his head positively.
The length of his erection pressed again Jensen’s thigh as he settled on his
lap and the boy sucked in a sharp breath. Jared chuckled darkly, undoing his
pants with one hand and keeping the other on his son’s waist. While he pulled
himself out Jensen’s cock brushed his forearm and the boy shoved for friction
at once. Jared dug his fingers into his hip and gave him a stern look.
“Don’t you dare, not yet,” all he got back was a broken sob, Jensen hid his
face against his father’s chest but his hips stopped thrusting. Jared lifted
the boy on his lap up, pulling Jensen closer to him so he could line himself
up. The tight hole felt tiny against the blunt head of his cock and he rubbed
up against the opening.
“Push yourself down,” Jared held his son but didn’t lead him, making the boy
take a weak breath and very gingerly press himself down. The moment of
resistance was delicious and he savored that sensation. He felt his son force
himself to relax and the little hole gave way, letting him in. Inch by inch
Jensen sank down on him. With a hitched breath he paused for a moment holding
completely still.
“Jen?” the boy shook his head and Jared waited patiently, wondering if his son
was too young to take him after all. “Trying not...not to come,” Jensen
whimpered finally, eyes closed tightly as he tried to concentrate and adjusted
his legs before he kept going. Jared muttered soft encouragements to him,
utterly thrilled that Jensen was trying to please him, even this close to his
climax.
It couldn’t have taken that long but the moment felt drawn out from the first
give until his son was finally seated in his lap.  Jensen was stretched out
wide, forced open to accommodate his cock and Jared couldn’t get over the fact
his own teenage son is straddling his lap.
“So good Jen, you’re such a good boy for your daddy,” soothingly he ran his
fingers through Jensen’s soft hair, along his neck and down his back in lazy
motions. He let him sit still and get used to the burn of being filled. “Feel
so warm and perfect for me.”
Jensen answered with a low sound, tilting his face up bashfully to his father.
It caught Jared off guard, the sudden rush of endearment. He reached down to
cup his face, his thumb brushing the corner of his lush mouth. Tilting his chin
higher he bent down and pressed an open mouthed kiss on him. Jared moved
experimentally, feeling his cock slide back a bit and then easing in again.
Jensen had taken almost all of his length but Jared couldn’t resist pressing
up, grinding into his son until Jensen whimpered and tried to arch away.
Jared pulled back, lifting Jensen up as he felt the tight ring of muscle moving
along his dick. The soft pull made Jensen hiss out in pain and Jared felt a
depraved satisfaction. Seesawing in and out of his son, Jared paused to add
more lube when it was needed and patiently worked him open.
“Know it’s gotta hurt but you’ll take it like a good boy?” He asked with a
rough chuckle, giving a little thrust that made Jensen’s breath hitch. He tried
to jerk away at first by then with a shaky breath sank back down as Jared
whispered ‘good boy’.  
“Gonna fuck you now,” Jared breathed, mouth again on Jensen’s neck, clearly he
was developing a fascination with his pretty son’s throat. Dragging his teeth
along the delicate skin he guided Jensen, showing him how to rock back and
forth on his father’s lap. The teenager picked it up quickly and he let Jensen
move at his own pace while he focused on the sweet pleasure of his boy’s ass.
There was no doubt he was the first one to do this, his son was so fucking
tight. With shallow motions Jensen gradually relaxed, the lube made it smoother
as well. With patience Jared soon had him riding his cock easily, shoving
himself down while Jared just watched him. Jensen had his eyes closed and head
tipped back, lost in his first fuck. With his bound hands still behind Jared’s
neck he clung to his father and started to increase the pace as beads of sweat
formed along his smooth skin.
Spreading his knees for better purchase, Jared cupped his son’s ass and sat up,
lifting Jensen clear off the bed. Holding him up, Jared took control of the
motions and Jensen obediently wrapped his legs around his father’s waist and
let Jared pound into him. Little whimpers and chocked gasps filled the room and
Jared increased his momentum, shoving with more roughness and letting his
fingers curl and bite into yielding flesh.
“Open your eyes baby, look at your daddy,” Jared coaxed while he fucked deep
into him. Somehow Jensen managed to look shy when he met Jared’s gaze and his
father couldn’t help but give him a vicious slam in response. Jared loved them
young, adored meek little smiles and tiny bodies to break in. Jensen was the
ultimate, timid and lustful in a perfect balance, his own child.
“Talk to me,” this time Jensen did so without hesitation, letting every filthy
thing he could think of slip free. Babbling helplessly he fell into begging
right away and Jared encouraged him, praising every plea and gasped ‘daddy’.
The boy’s thighs were tensing up and he could feel his son’s cock sliding
against his stomach with each thrust. Jensen was close to his climax and he
knew it was going to over take him hard after being denied for so long.
“You gonna come for me?”
Jensen was nodding fervently and trying to clutch closer with his restrained
hands, pressing his upper body as tightly as he could to his father.
“Come without being touched, just my cock inside you is enough, right?” Jared
felt the back of his thighs burning from holding the position but he ignored
it, wanting to see Jensen come undone first. 
Jared managed to tilt his hip so he was hitting his son’s prostrate with each
lunge. The broken cries he received in turn were loud and desperate, Jensen’s
legs tightening around him. Jensen’s sobs kept getting higher and louder and
Jared met his wild gaze, staring straight at him with dark eyes as he hammered
up into his son’s body as roughly as he could.
“Come.” It was more timing on his part then Jensen’s obedience but he would
train his son to climax on command. Jared knew that for his Jensen it felt like
his father’s control was what gave him his release finally. Jared fucked him
through it, feeling the sticky spurts on his stomach as Jensen made broken
little whimpers. The tension of his body gave abruptly and he went limp against
Jared.
Slowing his motions, Jared leaned them forward and laid Jensen back on the bed,
feeling his thighs praise as the pressure was let up. Leaning down he kissed
Jensen again, lazily sucking soft happy sounds from his son while he rolled his
hips with a gentler motion. Jensen wiggled around on the bed, slowly lifted
himself to meet Jared each time. Breaking their wet kiss Jared rested his brow
again Jensen’s and slowly slid deep, spreading his son’s thighs wide so he
could get press in completely. Taking his son’s bound arms from around his neck
he pushed them up over Jensen’s head again and held them there firmly with one
hand.
“Come inside me,” the teen breathed, face flushed scarlet as he spoke, even
while he rocked his hips.
“You want that? Want your daddy to spill inside you?” Jared teased, feeling
distinctly playful as he chuckled and nipped at Jensen’s shoulder. A soft moan
answered him and he sat up and angled himself again so Jensen swallowed a cry
each time he sank home. Pulling back a touch he deliberately dragged himself
over his son’s prostrate again and again until Jensen had that broken look
about him again.
“This is mine, I’m the first one to fuck my little boy,” shoving himself with
more force he built a shallow quick rhythm and then broke it, using long hard
thrusts punctuated with each word. “Such. A. Good. Boy.” Leaning down Jared
kissed him harshly, biting at Jensen’s lower lip and tasting the copper tang of
blood.
“Do you wanna feel it Jen? Want me to come deep inside your little hole?
Because it’s mine, isn’t it?” There was a hard edge creeping into his tone,
Jared could feel the heat starting to coil and he knew it wasn’t long before he
came.
Jensen nodded his head, soft eyes peering up as Jared looked down at him.
“Just you,” was his breathless agreement, his legs meekly sliding along Jared
sides again. Looming over his small son Jared liked how tiny he looked under
him. Letting some of his weight fall more heavily he pinned Jensen to the bed
effortlessly and shoved a bit harder. Building up a forceful pace he made
Jensen writhe on the sweat soaked bedding and arch him back high.
“Please,” Jensen rambled, letting his mouth run again. “Just fuck me daddy,
fill me up. Just you, just for you. No one else, promise, daddy.” With a
strangled sound Jensen repeated ‘daddy’ in a hurried desperate tone and Jared
didn’t bother to try and hold his climax off. Pressing his full weight down on
Jensen he fucked him into the mattress viciously. The pulsing in his dick
spread along his body, making his muscles tense as he slammed forward without
rhythm or care. Giving a low snarl he fell to his elbows over his son and
rammed deep a few last times, feeling the high of his climax roar through him.
Jensen made delicious sounds under him, leg tightly wrapped around Jared’s
middle as he eagerly accepted his father’s spend.
After a few dragged out moments Jared sucked a long intake of breath and felt
his frozen muscles release. He pulled from his son slowly before rolling them
so they lay side by side without any weight on the boy. They were both covered
in sweat and still panting for air.
Jared cupped Jensen’s face and tilted his chin to press a light kiss on his
swollen lips. There was a smear of blood along his bottom lip and he licked it
lightly. Jared lazily brought Jensen’s hands down and undid the cuffs, pressing
soft kisses to the red marks under the leather.
Jensen just silently observed him with an openly adoring gaze. Jared felt a
sudden profound rush of protectiveness then. Jensen was still a kid and it
wouldn’t take much for him to get hurt badly. Tucking the boy in the crook of
his arm he nuzzled his hair and swore to himself up and down that nothing was
going to ever harm his son.
They remained there quietly, slowly catching their breath again and feeling the
sweat on their skin cool. Jensen eventually shifted on the bed and paused
before announcing that the bed was soaked and felt disgusting. Laughing, Jared
rolled out of bed and caught his son’s leg, playfully tugging him up as well.
Taking him to the bathroom they cleaned up under a quick shower. They spent
most of the time making out and Jared couldn’t resist fingering his come out of
his son. Once they managed to finish up Jared led his son back to his bedroom.
Putting the used toy and lube on the nightstand Jared yanked the many pillows
off the bed until there were only two left. Pulling the soaked duvet down and
off the bed completely he stripped the second blanket and third. The forth was
dry so he lifted it up and scooted Jensen in first before following.
“You get cold easily?” Jensen inquired eyeing the damp blankets on the floor as
Jared settled him against him again. The teenager curled up easily, resting his
head on his father’s broad chest.
“I usually keep it layered, don’t have to wait for the blankets to dry that
way,” Jared replied lazily, idly running his fingers up and down his son’s arm.
They talked nonchalantly, mostly about little things, how Jared had first
started into bdsm and when he knew he was a dom. After Jensen had moaned out
his deepest secrets Jared knew he needed to give something back. While they
spoke he gave Jensen a good long rubdown, focusing on his arms. There were red
marks around his wrists but the skin was unbroken. Jensen admitted soreness
here and there but nothing worrying. Just as Jared was contemplating making him
eat something, Jensen dozed off. Deciding it could wait until morning he curled
up with his son and fell asleep to Jensen’s soft breathing.   
 
Jared slouched deep into the living room chair, head thrown back as he stared
at the ceiling. Jensen’s room was directly above him and sitting there in the
silence he could swear he heard his son shuffling around up there. Right now
the urge to go for a long hard run was overwhelming, normally he would but
given the situation he knew he needed to stay put, be close to his son.
When Jared woke up he stayed in bed, lazily reading for a while so he could
keep Jensen’s petite body pressed up against him. It was almost noon before
Jared realized Jensen wasn’t actually sleeping. When he tried to gently rouse
the boy Jensen made soft mummers and seemed to sleep on. In two months of
waking his son for school every weekday Jared had never seen him react with
anything but with groggy dirty looks. Softly he told his son he was just going
to shower and left the warmth of the bed. When he came back the bed was empty
and Jensen’s bedroom door was closed.
It didn’t take a genius to see he’d crossed a line last night. Not a small
little wire thin one but a huge freaking canyon.
Jared had slept with his son, his fifteen year old son. While he knew the
drinking he had done before hand played a factor, Jared knew he wasn’t so far
gone that he couldn’t have resisted.
But then the sex had been spectacular and he didn’t regret that for a second,
in all honesty the morals of it were worthless to him and he was eager to bend
Jensen over again. But Jensen was a teenage boy who met his father for the
first time two months ago and lost his mother four months prior. As much as he
wanted to keep Jensen in his bed the complications and strain it would put on
his son outweighed any lustful notions.
With Jensen in mind Jared knew he’d taken a huge step, and retracting it
suddenly could just set his son back even further. At thirteen he had been
sneaking around, meeting men and letting them use him. Jensen had limited the
use and picked partners who were respectable of his boundaries so far but a
single slip up and he could end up dead in some ditch.
Jared really didn’t like the idea of someone else touching Jensen unsupervised
either.
Last night his son had fixated on Jared being the only one allowed to penetrate
him. He’d had numerous meetings with men but never allowed them that. It was
clear what had had given his father was important to him, if Jared tried to
enforce a platonic relationship it might backfire horridly. With his irrational
fear of being seen as dirty it would be all to easy for his son to think Jared
was denying them a sexual relationship because he was disappointed, disgusted
even.
The idea of continuing the relationship was defiantly wanted; he liked the idea
of training Jensen into a stunning submissive. Jared had introduced a few subs
and even a Dom to the wonders of sexual control, but he had never kept a sub as
his own before. With Jensen there would be no other way, Jared knew he couldn’t
teach his son and then give him away. He’d never felt so possessive over any of
his previous partners before, he knew without a doubt Jensen would be his for
good.
If they did that then the matter of their biological relationship needed to be
disclaimed in favor of a partnership more accepted in society.
Huffing out a long sigh Jared stared at the ceiling and wished the answers
would just fall into his lap unquestioningly. But he knew his options, every
plan revolved around Jensen’s reaction to last night. Until he knew that,
everything was just a tentative option.
 
Knocking gently, Jared paused for a bit before opening the door. Staying at the
threshold he took care to keep the door mostly closed and just examined his
son. Jensen was in his bed under the blankets, facing the wall and curled up
tightly.
“Can I come in?”
After a long pause he watched his son nod his head. Closing the door as Jensen
had when he first sought refuge in his bedroom Jared carefully made his way
over to the bed.
“Mind if I lay down with you?” Another nod, quicker then before answered.
Leaving the book he brought on the floor he slipped onto the bed, lifting the
blanket and sliding under.
“How are you feeling?” The question was answered with silence and soft sniffle
signaling that Jensen either was already or had started to cry. Jared debated
for a moment before reaching to slide his arm around him, spooning his son.
Jensen went without protest and Jared laid beside him, rubbing his shoulder
soothingly and murmuring soft sounds. After a long while of comforting Jensen
went slack slowly, releasing his rigidity and twisting in Jared’s loose hold to
turn and hide his face against his father’s shirt.
“Not that good then?” He teased softly, pressing his chin against the top of
Jensen’s head.
“I’m fucked up.”
“Why would you think that?” Pulling back, Jared rubbed the tear track on his
son’s cheek with his thumb before tilting his chin, silently asking Jensen to
look up at him. The boy shook his hand off and kept his gaze on Jared shirt but
he didn’t tuck himself back down to hide.
“I..we…I mean, who does that?” Jensen chewed his lip, tears still spilling.
“Well I do.”
“You know what I mean,” the teasing was completely worth the pout and second
that Jensen actually looked up at him.   
“You know, I know a few people who prefer animals as sex partners.” Jared
offered, keeping his tone neutral while Jensen gaze widened. “I’ve also met a
lady who wears adult diapers and pretends to be a baby,” Jensen made a
strangled noise and Jared was beyond happy to his son looking up at him, even
incredulous.     
“Then there’s the dark stuff, hard torture, mutilation, rape, getting off on it
all,” Jensen’s face flashed horrified and Jared gave him a grim look to show he
shared that opinion. Leaning down he rested his forehead against his son’s
brow.
“What happened last night, you consented?” There was no hesitation when Jensen
nodded and some little fear in the back of Jared’s mind gleefully died.
“We did something that yeah, lots of people would disagree with, but we both
consented to it, and to me that’s what matters,” he knew a lot of people who
would disagree with that opinion but he let Jensen take it in, could see him
thinking as he plunked his head against Jared’s chest.    
“If you regret what happened last night it won’t happen again, I’m not going to
force you into something you don’t want. We can just be an awkward fumbling
father and his exasperated teen son again.” There was an uncertainty in
Jensen’s face that inspired bitter disappointment but Jared shoved it aside
immediately.
“You don’t have to answer that right away, when you’re ready, just say so.”
Jensen gave him a grateful look and Jared’s own discontent washed away under
the sincere relief there.
“But right now I want you to understand you did nothing wrong. Legally speaking
I’m the one at fault and honestly neither of us did anything really wrong?”
Jared couldn’t help but say it as a question and Jensen agreed with a little
bob of his head.
“Good. I don’t want you beating yourself up about this.”
Jared slumped into the pillow and dropped his arm to pick up the book he
brought with him. Jensen’s soft voice made him pause though.
“Do you…” The teenager trailed off, staring to the side until Jared reached to
tug his chin up again meaningfully.
“Did you want…did you want it to happen again?” Jared bit off a groan as he
huffed out a sigh, watching Jensen glance up at him nervously.
“I don’t want you to try and please me if I say yes, this is about you Jen.” He
tried and got a small frown and look for it.
“That’s a stupid answer,” Jensen replied shortly and Jared gave a bark of
surprised laughter. Every time he had his son pegged as a timid lamb the boy
flashed his canines.
“I mean, sex isn’t about just me. It’s a, a joint ...effort.” The rose tint to
his face was endearing and Jared let him fumble with his words a little longer
before curling his arm loosely over the teenager’s shoulders.
“Jensen,” he waited for his son to look up at him before he continued. “I’d
like nothing more then to repeat last night, and then some. While You’re
factoring that in don’t even question that I’d eagerly repeat it all over
again.” Before he finished his son dropped his head to hide his red face
against Jared shirt and he chuckled.
“But more than lusting after you, I love you, and I’ll respect your choices.
But if you do decide not to, I’d have to insist you let me know when you’re
going off to… well I just want to know you’re safe, more so with the kind of
things we’re  up to.” Jared tried to make a point of saying ‘we’ and keep his
opinion out of his tone, but he knew some of his discomfort bled through.  
“You’d prefer I don’t if not with you?” Jensen asked straight away and Jared
shook his head negatively.
“That’s just jealously, you’re far too gorgeous for me to want to share, but
it’s your body and your choice.” He elaborated while Jensen blushed bright
again. “Except drinking, don’t over do that.” Jared added in afterthought,
remembering he was supposed to be a father.  “Or drugs, no hard drugs, or any
at all if you can help it. Any abusive substances really.” Worst parental talk
ever, but Jensen was clearly amused so Jared counted it as a win. 
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to feed you now, it’s almost mid
afternoon and you’re running on empty.” Jensen nodded and together they slipped
from the bed and padded downstairs to whip up an early dinner. Jared completely
forgot about the book he left in Jensen’s room until later in the evening when
Jensen brought it to him red faced. Considering his son for a moment Jared
asked him if he’d like to read it and felt a twist hope in his chest when
Jensen soundlessly nodded. He explained easily which chapter he had wanted to
show him, and they ended up discussing subdrop for the evening. When Jensen
headed off to bed with the book after the lengthy less-then-positive
conversation Jared decided it was a good thing, if nothing else he wanted his
son fully educated.  
 
“Morning…ish.” Jared greeted the next morning. Jensen just gave him a look so
dirty he had to grin widely. Harley and Sadie puttered around the kitchen,
sniffing for breakfast scraps that Jensen was developing a habit of providing.
Since Jared wasn’t exactly the best at not giving in to their begging he kept
his mouth shut and watched his son quietly for a moment.
“If you up for it,” he began, pausing to make sure Jensen was listening and not
napping upright, “I’d like to go get you a phone.”
Jensen seemed to frown, his head tilted as he clearly tried to figure something
out. “Are you trying to keep tabs on me?” Jared didn’t even have to force the
snort he gave as he chuckled.
“I’ve already put you on my cell phone plan last week.  You just need to pick
out the phone. I don’t know if you had one before but I want you to have one
now. If you ever get into trouble or there’s an emergency I want you to have a
phone handy.” He’d planned on getting Jensen a phone for a while now and he was
telling his son the truth, even if it was also a way to keep tabs on him too.
The teenager must have been half asleep because he accepted it easily and after
a shower they were off. When they left the house Jared noticed his son wrapping
a scarf high on his neck, hiding the love bites Jared had left. There was a
dark hunger pulsing through him, the urge to make Jensen leave the scarf behind
so everyone could see the marks. They’d never know it was Jared’s doing… but he
stamped the thoughts down hard, god, when did it get so hard to behave?
Jared didn’t mind buying Jensen something a bit more expensive, with gimmicks
and add-ons that most spoiled teenagers demanded. But the phone didn’t make
Jensen smile that much and Jared sensed he was going through a negative lull.
When they passed a trendy jewelry shop Jared poked the ridiculous teen junk and
asked Jensen if he felt sparkles were appropriate wear for a guy. Ever so
slowly he teased and prodded Jensen from his funk and when his son’s gaze kept
falling on a thick chain necklace Jared didn’t hesitate to buy it for him. The
kid was more pleased to take the thirty something chain then the four hundred
dollar phone. Jared didn’t miss the significance of it or what it suggested
when Jensen always had the chain on afterwards.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
The next two weeks were a slow drag for Jared, he was utter crap at being
patient. While he wanted over and over to ask Jensen he reeled himself in and
forced himself to wait. After the first week Jared began to think he might have
read too much into the necklace. Maybe the silence Jensen was giving him was
his answer. If the teen never approached Jared about sex between them, he’d
never have to say no. It was shitty on Jared’s side since he’d just have to
guess but then he was the one jumping a fifteen year old.
Huffing out a long sigh he just watched his son browse his book collection.
After the first book on bdsm, the teen had nervously inquired if Jared had
anything else. Rows of books lined his office and behind the wooden cabinets,
sexual themed ones sat. Given the ridiculously fast pace that Jensen read at
Jared suspected he was nearly half way through the collection.   
“T-this Friday,” Jensen’s voice rolled in from the study, nervous and pinched.
“…Danny wants to come over this weekend, Friday.” He finished, still eyeing
books while Jared leaned against the kitchen counter one room over, the dogs
begging at his feet. Resolutely he watched his animals and not his the curve of
his son’s ass bent over while he pulled books.
“Bring her over then.” Taking a bite of his apple he raised a brow at the
drooling mutts, neither of them even liked apples. “You can have friends over,”
he tagged on, wondering if Jensen didn’t already realize that, the kid was
giving him two days warning which was good by Jared. 
“She wants me to watch some movies with her, have a night of pizza and probably
forbidden lukewarm beer.”
“Sounds like a wild time,” Jared agreed, eyeing the dogs until Jensen came into
the room, two books under his arm.
“Is this Friday ok?” Something was off, Jensen was dragging it out in a weird
way. Suddenly Jared speculated if this was his son trying to give him his
answer.
“Fridays perfect, I’ll go have dinner with some friends and spend the evening
being old.” The teenager shifted uncomfortably and Jared tried to figure out
what his son wasn’t saying.
“You don’t have to leave you know, it’s your house.”
“I don’t mind, it’s your home too Jensen.”
For a long moment he just stood there in front of Jared, head ducked.
Straightening up Jared realized this really was his son trying to work up the
nerve to say something. But with a rough exhale Jensen backed off and slipped
from the room quickly, leaving his father to try and figure out his behavior.  
 
“And that sums up why I’m fucked.” He surmised as he sank back in his chair and
eyed Vicki. The woman nodded her head, agreeing with his statement as she
stirred her tea.
“That’s a hell of a situation you got there for certain.”
“It keeps coming back to what he needs though, and Jensen’s in need of a parent
before a lover.” Jared grumbled, eyeing his friend for any show of emotion, but
Vickie was a stone wall.
“That’s one thought, but then you’ve never been his father. Maybe a lover, an
equal, is better suited to what’s best for him? You can’t really forget a night
of sex with your father.” It was a valid point, one he’d gone over more then
once already.
“I just don’t want to fuck him up and it feels like being his father alone is
the right thing to avoid that.” In the end it always came down to that thought,
mixed signals from Jensen suggested the boy didn’t know what path to take so
Jared needed to decide it for them. 
“Sounds like you’ve already decided.” Vickie mused and Jared shrugged dropping
his arm out to reach and tip Misha’s chin up. Gagged and blindfolded, he knelt
between the chairs with his cuffed hands curled into tight fists on his lap. A
cock ring was snuggly preventing him from coming while a vibrator up inside him
was keeping him stimulated.
“We can’t all have pretty little subs.” He replied watching the way the younger
man trembled as he walked his fingers along his exposed neck.  It felt good to
be in control again, after nearly a month of uncertainty with Jensen.
“Feel free.” Vickie offered and Jared gratefully accepted. Curling his hand
around the frail neck he pulled Misha over to him, making him struggle to move
still bound. Rolling his shoulders he felt the tension ease from them as he
undid the gag and opened his pants.
It was sad that he spent an evening with one of his previous favorites and
mainly thought about his son. How Jensen would have reacted, if he could have
taken the lashing Misha did, if he would have done so as eagerly. The next
months were going to be a pain, training himself to let go of Jensen in a
sexual mindset would not only be hard but bitter. He didn’t want to give it up,
even in his head, but if he was going to take full pleasure in others again he
needed to let go. Letting himself into his house he heard the loud volume of
the tv and peeked around the corner, Jensen and a pretty girl were watching
some teen flick. Making a quick greeting he introduced himself to Danniel,
giving the blushing girl a flirty wink before excusing himself from the room.
Sparkling non human-munching vampires? What happened to creatures of the night,
mysterious seductions with dark intents? Give him a good Ann Rice novel or
classic Dracula any day, those were proper vampire stories. Musing about the
younger generation and being old and bitter in general, Jared heated up a few
slices of pizza. Sex usually worked up a good appetite.
“Dinner not filling?” Jensen asked, trailing into the kitchen while the tv
still blared.
“Vickie’s kinda stingy on her portions.” He replied easily, forcing a smile as
he kept his son’s gaze and refused to drop it lower.
“You went over to someone’s place?” There was a frown marring Jensen soft
features and Jared shrugged, refusing to feel bad about it. Harley pretty much
sat on his foot, eyeing the microwave and Jared gave the dog a stern look,
trying not to watch Jensen from his peripheral vision. Trying to ignore the way
Jensen features twisted as he put something together in his head. The teenager
drifted closer, until he stood on the other side of Harley, nearly brushing his
shoulder with his father’s.
“Tonight you…did you,” The hesitance in his tone was a good give and the blush
on his face was a clear one. The way his fingers reached to play with his
necklace made Jared want to wince, he doubted if Jensen realized he did that as
his nervous habit now.       
“Jen,” Jared cut him off, watching his son lift his chin to meet his gaze. The
look they shared communicated far more than words would have and Jared was
loathed to keep going but pressed on anyway. “You should go watch your movie.”
The microwave beeped before Jensen could reply, though the hurt was clear in
his features. Wordlessly Jensen turned and high tailed it back to the living
room.
Jared felt like the worst kind of person but he needed to stick to his guns.
Jensen was a confused kid, too young for what Jared had done and for anything
more. It wasn’t going to be easy to do damage control but Jared had to clean up
his own mess and try to help his son get though it.
 
While he felt like he was doing the right thing, Jared still felt like an
asshole and buried his face in the nearest pillow, spilled over his bed while
he hid from the teens and their horrid movies. Sadie huffed at him, spreading
out so her furry body lined up against his side. Reaching down he patted her
head and peered down at her.
“At least you’ll always love me?” he questioned her and got a lick for his
trouble. Knowing how trade offs with dogs went, Jared obligingly gave up his
pizza crust to the dog. Harley made a betrayed huff from the floor, peering
over the edge of the bed to watch the treachery.   
“Eh, shut it, you already got your share.” Jared told the dog and rolled onto
his bed, wondering if he should read for a bit or try to sleep. Both thoughts
went out the window when he turned and found Jensen at his door, watching him
and the dogs with a small, amused smile.
“…We both know I talk to them all the time so I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of
here,” he finally announced, trying to get himself smoothed out again.
Listening now he realized that the tv was no longer blaring.
“Where is your guest?”
“Danny took a taxi home.” Jensen explained, a little flush and tug of his
sleeve showing his nervous state.
“I could have driven her.” Jared replied, sitting up and sliding to the edge of
the bed. Being in his bedroom, where he had fucked Jensen senseless was not
doing anything for his self-restraint, he needed to herd them out of there.
“Did you have sex?” That question stopped Jared dead and he fell back on his
bed with a little bounce, blinking over at his son.
“Tonight, you said you went over to Vicki’s. Last time… you said she was one of
the people that’s involved in... her and M-meesha?” Jensen’s gaze was trained
on his feet, his hand wringing one another. Jared frowned a bit trying to
recall when he had spoken of them and he blinked when he realized it was the
night they had sex. Jensen remembered Vicki and Misha from a mention in a
conversation nearly a month ago.   
“I…yeah. I did.” Jared answered after a pause, seeing no reason to lie. He
regretted the clear hurt it brought to Jensen’s face though.
“So you…changed your mind. About waiting, about me?” Jensen looked small in the
doorway, eyes blurred and Harley abandoned his bedside post to pad over to the
teenager worriedly.
“Jen,” Running his fingers through his hair, Jared wished he’d had more time to
think this conversation out before it happened. “You’re too young for this. I
see that now.”  
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.” Jared left the bed and approached his son, hating the tears threatening
to fall. “You’re so young, and this, it’s not something you’re ready for, you
couldn’t decide and that’s a pretty clear sign. So I decided for us, and what’s
best for you takes precedent over anything just fueled by lust.” Taking hold of
his thin shoulders, Jared ducked down low, so that he could see Jensen’s face,
but the boy avoided his gaze.
“I’m not a kid.”
“You really are. A bright, stunning kid, but still too young-“
“Mom used to drink.”
Jared’s mouth hung open before he shut it with an audible click and stared at
Jensen watery gaze.
“I know people look at me and all they see is a teenager who should be obsessed
with music and fitting in but it’s never mattered. Paying bills and food came
first lots of times. Mom tried, she really did and most of the time she did
alright on her own, we got by fine. But sometimes she just got sad and went out
all night and slept all day.” Jensen pulled at his sleeves, looking at the door
jam instead of his father. Jared just slumped the last little bit so he was
kneeling in front of him, looking up at Jensen without any clue on what he was
supposed to say.
“I started working really young, there was a food store under our place and the
owner was nice so he’d pay me to move stuff around for him. I think he did it
out of pity then necessity at first but I did good, I managed. When I was
eleven he’d let me forge his signature and accept all his stock, I knew how to
check it and everything.” When Jensen risked a glance at Jared, the man felt
the immediate need to say something to his son.    
“I don’t know what…Jesus Jen you shouldn’t have ever had to deal with that.”
Jared meant it, meant it with everything he had and he felt his heart breaking
for his son. It was like a bad cliché sob story, but it was real, his own child
had lived this shit.
“It’s not that bad. She wasn’t passed out on the floor or anything, never did
it in front of me. Just sometimes we needed more money then we had. So I worked
when I could, spent time ducking out of classes and she’d write me sick notes.
Mom was ashamed of it, she hated it way more then me but that’s how it was.”
Jensen wiped his face with his sleeve when a single tear made it’s way down.
Jared made a worried sound, and leaned a touch forward so his brow rested on
Jensen’s shoulder. Jensen dropped his arm down, around Jared’s shoulder and his
fingers tangled in the material of his father’s shirt.
“I’m not trying to win pity or some stupid shit. I just…when you say I’m not
old enough, I really am. I get that you want to be a good dad and all that but
I’ve… I don’t mean, it’s not your fault or anything but I’ve never had a dad
before and I don’t really need one more than I need… I don’t know. Just. I know
how to look after myself already, you don’t have to do that.” When Jensen’s
voice broke and a hiccup spilt forward he flushed bright red and stopped
talking. It was more then Jared had ever heard his son say before and he had no
clue in hell how to respond to something like that.
“I’m not going to lie here, that’s wrong, really wrong Jen. You should have
never been working when you were eleven.” Licking his lip Jared looked up at
his son and tried to gauge his words based of Jensen’s features.
“I shouldn’t have ever had sex with my own father either.” Jensen replied
easily, giving a shrug as Jared had the grace to blush a bit. “Life isn’t all
neat like that. But it doesn’t suck completely either. I liked working, I
learned a lot about how useful I could be.” Bending down, Jensen pushed his
face against Jared’s neck, slipping down to sit in his father’s lap. Jared just
gathered him up and held him close. “And even though I shouldn’t, I still wanna
have kinky sex with my dad again.” That wrung a dry laugh from Jared and Jensen
clung tighter to him. Before he could come up with a reply, Harley was nosing
in, sniffing and licking as he tried to dispense comfort. Sadie was poking
Jared’s side as well, looking to be reassured that everything was ok. Jensen
let Harley worm his way between them, giving him room and petting him as the
dog bounced in delight.
“I tried to tell you on Wednesday.” Jensen admitted, his focus on Harley.
“Tell me what?” Jared asked, reaching to pet Sadie before she started whining
but keeping one arm curled on Jensen’s hip.
“That I wanted to, I knew right away, after you talked with me in my room.” He
confessed with a blush, glancing at Jared from the corner of his eye. “I just
didn’t know how to say it. I kinda suck at talking about things.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” Jared shot back with a wry tone as Jensen smiled
weakly and Jared grinned. Harley, realizing that he was losing the attention
reacted as expected and jumped full on Jensen and Jared, knocking them over and
working Sadie up as she barked and danced around anxiously. It fell into a
wrestling match with the slobbering dog and ended up with Jared throwing the
dogs outside to work off their energy. Jensen stood beside him at the back
door, resting his head against the glass, watching Harley and Sadie race around
the yard wildly.
“Jen?” The teenager turned up to Jared and tried not to squirm under his
father’s full attention.  
“Are you sure?” Jensen flushed but nodded his head once, nervously stepping
closer to his father.
“Even if I have to disclaim you as my son? So that when you’re old enough we
won’t have to hide?” Another little nod and Jared knew he should ask a million
more questions, but he left them for later in exchange for leaning down and
kissing his son. Jensen’s fingers clutched the hem of his shirt and he leaned
up, pressing back eagerly. Leaning back, Jared didn’t hesitate to pull Jensen
up, clear off the floor without breaking the kiss. Jensen made a little noise
and adjusted himself, wrapping one leg around Jared’s thigh and hoisting
himself high enough to so he could wrap both legs around Jared’s hips.
Small, warm fingers rested along his jaw on either side, holding his face in
place while Jensen kissed him, his pert tongue pressing along Jared’s mouth
until he opened up. The exploration was timid in some ways, it was clear Jensen
was a little nervous but he pressed on. Tasting and mimicking Jared as his
father took over the kiss, showing Jensen what to do as he nipped and sucked.
Dropping his hand from his son’s waist, he cupped his ass and squeezed it
meaningfully, yanking Jensen closer to him as he felt himself getting hard.
Tipping his head back Jensen broke the kiss with a soft sound, and rested his
forehead against Jared’s. He stared at him with a soft silly smile that Jared
returned with his own broad grin.
Too caught up in one another, they both startled when Harley jumped at the door
with a loud bang, peering up at them through the glass. Letting go of his son,
Jared gave the dog a dirty look but let them in obediently.
He got his just revenge by locking the dogs out of the bedroom. Jared leaned
against the closed door and peered at Jensen who sat perched on the edge of the
oversized bed, fidgeting nervously with his necklace, but looking far from
afraid.
“Jen are you-“
“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time…” Jensen grumbled, giving Jared a
clearly annoyed look that made his father grin and shrug sheepishly.
“It just that if this happens I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to let you go.”
Jared replied, slinking closer towards him. “I hated giving you time, being
patient when all I wanted was to see you in my bed again.” Jared loomed over
Jensen and the teen laid back while Jared crawled over him, held himself up
with his hands.
“So I want you to be absolutely sure.”
“I am.” Jensen answered, eyes locked on Jared’s for once. “I want this, I want
what the books talk about, the idea of giving up control…” Jensen broke their
gaze with a beautiful flush coloring his face. “I want that and I don’t know if
I could let anyone else. You took me in without expecting anything and you’re
so stupidly worried about me.” He shifted a bit nervously, looking up to see if
the light teasing went over all right and Jared gave him an amused grin to
encourage his boy from his shell.
“I trust you.” It was the statement that every dominant wanted to hear, the
admission that giving up control to them was something their submissive could
do. Jared dropped his head down and kissed Jensen soundly, pressing his mouth
against the smaller one and claiming his son. Curling his arm around Jensen’s
trim waist he rolled them so the teen was straddling him.
“I wanna see you in action,” he told the teen sitting on him, the curve of his
ass pressed up against Jared’s erection. “Show me what you know.” Jared said, a
touch of order in his voice that made his son flush. Pushing himself further
onto the bed, he guided Jensen down until his head was at level with Jared’s
jeans. Jensen had admitted to giving men blowjobs and his father wanted a taste
of his skills.
Far too many times in the last few weeks Jared had thought out this scenario.
The boy nuzzled his crotch, pressing his cheek against Jared’s hard on while
his fingers skirted the edge of his jeans. The kid was a tease Jared thought
fondly, watching Jensen careful pop the button of his jeans open. With a
delicious blush on his face, the teenager took the fly of his father’s zipper
in his mouth and pulled it down smoothly. The strain on his cock disappeared
and it felt good, just as good as watching Jensen work. Soft fingers pushed his
shirt up out of the way before digging into his briefs to pull him out.
Jared’s rock hard by then, the tip wet with precome that Jensen leaned down to
flick with his tongue. Fucking flick. The pink little thing slipping passed his
lips to tease him even more before giving a long lick, his bottom lip catching
the few dribbles his tongue didn’t and Jared could see a tiny smear of spit
connecting the tip of his cock and his son’s lip. It was straight out of a
porno movie and his dick pulsed eagerly.
“Good boy,” he murmured, eyes lidded as Jensen glanced up at him, somehow still
blushing even while he worked Jared like a pro. Turning his gaze back to the
dick in his hand, Jensen pressed a light kiss, too light, on the head and then
brushed the length along his cheek, the baby soft skin made Jared throb and
holy fuck, he hadn’t even sucked him yet.
Jensen paused and licked his own palm, leaving a thick layer of spit over it
before he wrapped his wet hand around his father’s cock, fingers easily moving
in a single smooth stroke.
“Messy?” Jensen’s voice came quietly and Jared could only blink back at him.
“Do you…” The flush deepened even as Jensen was rubbing the side of his face
along his father’s dick. “Do you like it messy or clean?”
“What do you like?” Jared shot back but his son shook his head, looking up at
him with a gaze that pleaded for an answer.
“Messy, gagging if you can, as far down as you can go. I want you to struggle
to take every inch.” Jensen’s gaze dropped and Jared could see the
embarrassment in the teen but his son gave a soft nod and then titled his head,
slipping the tip into his plush lips. The hand stroking him tightened a bit as
Jensen sucked the end of his cock, his tongue flicking and swirling.
Taking hold of Jared’s erection at the base, Jensen flattened his fingers in
the tangle of hair there and Jared watched as he son sank down. The way he held
himself, the stiffness warned Jared not to shove up. Instead he just stared,
watched inch after inch pass those lips. Jensen slowed paused a little passed
halfway and then somehow he sank down further. Letting out a long groan Jared
felt his son’s nose brush the skin of his pelvis as Jensen took him. All of
him. For a tiny little teenager it seemed impossible but there he was, lips
sealed around the base of Jared’s dick while he sucked away.
“Fuck, baby.” Jared tried to form words but holy hell, he knew he was a big guy
and he’d had more then a few partners who couldn’t deep throat him, and he
expected Jensen to be the same.
When it seemed there was no way for Jensen to do better, the teenager tensed
and a soft gag sounded. He anticipated his son to pull back and off but Jensen
stayed there. Kept his father’s cock down his throat and worked through the
gagging, spit dribbling down his lips as he worked to relax his throat until it
eased. Moving his fingers out of the way, Jensen braced himself on Jared’s hips
and pulled up a bit, not even halfway before sinking back down.
Eyes closed and clearly concentrating, the boy bobbed his head and blew Jared,
still deep throating him. Jensen kept it up until he gagged again harder and
after a few tries to suppress it he finally pulled back further, but not off.
Easily he sealed his lips and started sucking harder, wrapping a hand around
what wasn’t in his mouth and pumping Jared. With his son pulled back Jared let
his hips roll, shoving up in small thrusts as he rode the wet slickness of
Jensen’s glorious mouth.
When Jensen finally let the dick slip free from his mouth, thick gobs of spit
and precome hung from his lips and Jensen didn’t wipe it away. Eyes half
closed, he leaned in close and pressed a wet kiss on the length of Jared’s
cock, nipping and sucking at the underside, seeming to worship it while he
worked his father over.        
Jared reached down, buried his fingers in his son’s hair and cupping the base
of his neck, not directing him but just touching. Jensen kept licking his way
down and paused to pull Jared’s jeans down more so he could run his tongue
along the curve of Jared’s balls and yeah, his son went to work on them as
well. It was amazing, wet mouth and feather light nips of his teeth. Jesus,
Jared was blown away with how good Jensen could suck.
Tightening the grip on his hair, Jared tugged once and Jensen instantly
followed, moving back up to wrap his lips around the heavy cock again. This
time he didn’t let his son sink down, just curling his fingers tight in his
hair and Jensen got it loud and clear, sucking down a bit before going still.
Jared moved with soft thrusts at first, eyes attentive to Jensen’s feature for
any discomfort. But Jensen just kept his eyes closed, mouth sucking hard with
his cheeks hollowed. There was a gleam of spit and pre-come on his chin,
dribbling down as Jared fucked his son’s mouth. Building up as Jensen let his
father’s hands lead, following every push and pull of his tight grip. Jared
moved steadily, not quite vicious in his shoves but getting there. Slowly he
pulled Jensen down further and further as more of his cock went into the
teenager’s willing mouth. Jared could feel his cock pulsing hard now and every
inch that disappeared into the tight suction brought him closer to a release.
Jensen was almost deep throating him again before he started to gag, lips
opening up as he struggled to control it. Jared kept going hard, watching with
a rush of power.
“Squeeze my thigh hard if you need to stop.” He managed to grit out and was
thankful when his son didn’t. Jensen gagged, spit running along his cock while
he pumped roughly, almost there.
“Fuck. Gonna come baby. Gonna spill down your perfect little throat.”
Dropping his head on the bed, Jared swore heavily, hips jabbing up while the
familiar rush rose. Jared had fucked Misha good tonight and hadn’t come nearly
as hard as he was about to in his son’s mouth.
Digging his fingers, knowing the grip had to hurt, Jared shoved up with force,
the last thrust yanking Jensen down all the way and grinding him as Jared
started coming. Thick bursts of semen down his child’s throat. Jensen managed
it for a moment before his fingers dug into Jared’s leg and his father eased up
immediately, letting go of Jensen’s hair so his son could pull back. Jensen
came off, mouth hanging open in time to catch the last shot, along his tongue
and lip, down his chin.
Panting for air, the corners of Jensen eyes were wet with unshed tears and he
heaved in deep breaths and closed his mouth, his tongue swiping his lips to
catch the gob of come hanging there while saliva and seed painted his chin.
After a few moments to calm himself, Jared took Jensen under the arms and
pulled him up, leading his son to straddle his thighs again and sit on top of
him.    
“That…that was good right?” Jensen asked, wiping his face with the back of his
hand.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jared said before he could stop it, a worried
look suddenly shadowing his son’s face as looked down nervously.
“Seriously?” When Jared asked Jensen looked away, suddenly unsure.
“Jensen. Look at me.” He waited until he obeyed to continue. “I’ve been getting
blown since I was fourteen, and trust me when I tell you I’ve had more then my
share of them.” The soft adorable blush on the teenager’s face was there again
and Jared reached to slide his hands up on his son’s thighs, squeezing them
reassuringly.
“I can tell you with out a doubt baby. Best fucking blow of my life.” Jensen
smiled then, a stunning thing that was genuine and mixed with hints of pride.
“I’m still reeling here. I expected good, but didn’t expect mind blowing good.”
The boy tried to stop the grin but it kept taking over his face, a full out
thing that Jared loved on his shy son.
“Why don’t you get these off?” He asked, fingers going to the front of Jensen’s
jeans, the bulge there obvious. Together they got them off and his shirt too,
leaving Jensen bare while Jared remained fully clothed. He rolled them again so
his boy was under him.
“How do I want to do this now?” Jared mused, sitting back to examine the skin
on display, his fingers ghosting along. “You know what,” he chuckled, sliding
back until he was out of Jensen’s reach, kneeling between his son’s spread
thighs. “You do it.”
“Do..do what?” Jensen asked but his eyes said he already knew.
“Touch yourself.”
Jared tilted his head, mapping every inch of skin lit by the bedside lamp, a
soft glow that made everything intimate.
“Come on baby, why don’t you show me?” Jared watched Jensen fidget on the bed,
fingers tugging at the chain around his neck in a nervous give.
“What should I do?”
“What indeed.” Licking his lip Jared eyed his son for a moment.
“Lick your hand baby boy, like you did for me, get it all wet and wrap those
pretty fingers around your own cock.” The little whimper that Jensen gave made
Jared grin, dark and hungry. He curled his hand around one ankle, fingers going
all the way around as he held Jensen loosely, letting him have some contact to
sooth him. After a pause between them, the teenager timidly obeyed, licking his
palm once and dropping it.
“Come on baby, better then that. Think of how good you suck cock, put some
effort into showing off for me.” Jensen didn’t reply but lifted his hand and
licked again, leaving more saliva.
“Slip a finger in, get a few all wet.” Jared direct, locked on Jensen while he
listened, slipping his middle and ring finger into his mouth and sucking. The
teenager’s eyes drifted closed and Jared let him, wanted Jensen to get into it.
“There’s a good boy, my good boy.” A soft squeeze on his ankle was Jensen’s
reward and he squirmed a bit, dropping his hand and curling his fingers around
himself. The boy was swollen and red, pressed against his stomach, tip
glistening.
“Slower.” Jared muttered watching his son’s hand, fingers tight as they pumped,
the tip beading with precome.   
“Rub your thumb along the head, smear that come around baby.” Eyes still
closed, Jensen complied with a soft sound, flicking his thumb smoothly.
“Yeah, baby boy. God your good with your hands, baby. Fucking talented mouth
and hands, I bet once you learn more about fucking your going to be stunning at
that too.” Jared cooed, praising the boy as he writhed on the bed, his hand
moving with a bit more fervor. Sliding back, Jared dropped a foot to the floor
and Jensen paused opening his eyes to watch his father.
“Keep going.” Jared commanded and Jensen did so, his hand resumed moving but he
kept his eyes opened as they tracked Jared. Going to the nightstand, he got a
few toys and a specific lube, dropping it all into a little play box to hide
them from Jensen.
“Close your eyes again, I want you to keep them closed.” Once Jensen followed
the order Jared got back on the bed with his supplies.
“Try to keep them closed no matter what.” He told his son, watching Jensen
stroke himself as the teenager nodded breathlessly. Popping the cap to the KY,
Jared tipped it, squeezing it out and watching Jensen gasp, jerking as the
first splatter hit his stomach. Jared kept his attention on his son’s face but
the teen kept his eyes squeezed shut tightly. Smirking, Jared let more fall,
dripping along Jensen’s working hand and along his thigh.
“Use your other hand and smear it around.”
Jensen’s tongue flicked out, running along his lip as he nervously obeyed,
fingers carefully touching what was on his stomach and running through it.
“All around, make a mess for me.”
Jared meant to be watching his face but the delicate work of his fingers caught
his attention. He watched Jensen skirt though the mess, pulling it this way and
that with only the tips of his fingers. With a swish of his wrist his smeared
the lube and the slid down, avoiding his own cock as he went for the mess on
his thigh.
“I think you know what I want you to do with that.” Jared teased, watching as
his son’s hand trail, smearing the gel more liberally along his fingers and
palm as he pressed his fingers lower.
“Spread your thighs more,” the breathlessness of his own tone was a little
surprising but Jared couldn’t be bothered right then, watching the show with
rapt attention. Jensen made a soft sound; his hand still slowly stoked his
length while his other smeared the lube all over and traced along his hole. A
single digit eased closer, rubbed ever so lightly and wrung a weak moan from
the teenager before he pushed it in, going to his knuckle and pulling back to
add another. A little hiss coming from him while he worked himself open.
Jared glanced up by chance, wanting to see Jensen’s face while he made that
delicious sound and his eyes locked with his son’s.
“I thought I told you to kept them closed,” he growled, voice heavy and
warning. Jensen snapped his eyes shut, dropping his head as he cried out a bit,
arching off the bet as he worked three fingers steadily.
“M’sorry, daddy.” Jensen replied meekly, chewing his lower lip while the hand
pumping his cock started to speed up.
“I’ll have to punish my boy won’t I?” Jared questioned, tone smooth as he
watched Jensen squirming on the bed, fingering himself furiously while his hand
moved with a desperate edge. The boy arched his back, whimpering and Jared
reached out, rubbing a single finger over the tip of his son’s cock.
Immediately his finger was painted with creamy spurts as Jensen sobbed and rode
out his climax, pumping into his father’s waiting hand.
When Jensen went lax, panting for air, Jared gave him a moment before he lifted
his hand up to Jensen’s face. Opening his eyes the boy went beet red, the blush
spreading over his chest. But after a brief hesitation his lips parted and he
let his father feed him his own come. Jared slid his fingers in, rubbing them
on his tongue.
“Suck like a good little boy,” he told him and Jensen did so, cleaning his hand
and licking at his palm until everything was gone.
“Now we need to punish you don’t we?” Jensen made a weak sound but didn’t
reply, just chewed his lip. Taking the blindfold from the box, Jared leaned
over the petite body and eased the cloth on, securely blinding Jensen.
Chuckling, Jared ran his fingers along his son’s face, his thumbs tracing his
lush mouth, and then down his chin and chest. Jensen was half hard still,
thanks to teenage stamina. Jared fished out the cock ring and slipped it on his
child, making sure it was on good and snug while Jensen fidgeted.
Jensen had removed his fingers at some point and Jared dropped his hand lower
to rub the tight entrance way teasingly. A weak moan echoed in the room and
Jensen tried to press back, looking for more pressure as he whimpered.
“I think my hole is ready for me. What do you think baby boy?”
“Y-yeah, it’s ready,” the teenager hurried to agree, hips rolling as Jared
pressed three fingers in, examining the slippery friction.
“Uh! I …something…it’s warm.” Jensen whispered, fingers running along his
stomach and his father grinned darkly.
“The lube I gave you is warming baby.” Eyeing Jensen’s wandering hands Jared
contemplated them for a moment before sliding off the bed.
“Stay right where you are.” While he crossed the room Jared stripped, easing
out of his clothing before he pulled open the top shelf of his chest of
drawers. Deciding on leather, he took what he needed and made his way back to
Jensen, watching the boy shift uncomfortably, rubbing at his skin that was
probably tingling now.  
“I’m gonna slip a collar on you, and wrist cuffs too.” After Jensen nodded his
head Jared did so, making everything snug and putting Jensen’s wrists together
on his chest. With a metal chain he looped it through the rings on the cuffs
and bound Jensen’s wrists to his collar. They checked to make sure it was
secure and Jared pushed his bare thigh against Jensen’s forcing his son to part
his legs wide.
“How long should you be punished? Lets just go until I’m satisfied your sorry.”
Tilting his head Jared drank his son in, blindfolded and bound. Such an
innocent petite body, capable of delicious things and all his. He’d never felt
so possessive before but now as he basked in it, he liked it, liked knowing
this boy, his own son, was his. 
“How loud do you think you’ll cry for me?” Sliding down, Jared nuzzled his
son’s thigh and pressed a bite there before smoothing it with a kiss. “Baby
boy?”
“..Yes daddy?” The soft whisper was perfect, meek and obedient and Jared felt
the Dom in him coming out.
“If you need it to stop say so.”
“Alright.”
Once Jensen said it, agreed, Jared ducked his head and sucked his boy’s cock
into his mouth, holding his hips tightly as Jensen cried out at the unexpected
contact.
Jared drew the play out, teasing with bites and kisses as he sucked every inch.
He blew softly on the skin where the lubrication still shone, knowing the boy
was sensitive under its warming tickle. Spreading his thighs wide, he rimmed
him, fingered, and tongued his hole and took pleasure in the way Jensen sobbed.
The cock ring sat snug, trapping his dick as it flushed red and the tip oozed
precome, Jared spent a long while sucking along the length to see how much
precome he could coax out. Jensen responded best to biting and rougher touches
so Jared gave them to him liberally. Without rush he touched and teased his
son, bringing Jensen to the edge and pushing him over, the cock ring keeping
him from release until the teenager tried to get away, trying to squirm from
Jared when the intensity was too much to bare. But Jared was the stronger and
he took perverse pleasure in holding Jensen down, forcing him to take it until
the boy was sobbing, crying, and literally screaming out.
“I’m sorry daddy, so sorry, please, please…I’m sorry daddy,” he babbled out,
apologizing mindlessly while his hips shoved at the barest of friction his
father gave him, rubbing his fingers along the swollen, weeping slit of his
son’s erection.
It was tempting to go on, to drag it out some more but Jared decided it was
enough. Jensen hadn’t asked for it to stop but Jared didn’t want to push him to
that edge so early into his training.
“Have you learned your lesson?” The boy nodded frantically, hurriedly swearing
that he did and it would never happen again.
“What did you do wrong?” Throughout the teasing Jared had asked him that
question, over and over so his sub understood why he was being punished.
“Cause I didn’t listen.” Jared pressed a kiss on his boy’s thigh, admiring all
the dark bite marks peppering his skin. 
“Good boy, you learn well.” Sitting back, Jared eyed the wreaked teenager, deep
hitched breaths that made his stomach rise and fall dramatically, the cuffs
holding his hands to his chest like an obscene mockery of prayer. Jensen was
trembling, his cock bobbing each time his body shook.
“Roll over baby, I want you to get on your hands and knees like a dog would,
since your wearing a dog collar.” While he spoke Jared looked for any tells
from the teen, trying to see if Jensen felt being associated with a dog was
something similar to being called dirty. The boy showed nothing, just scrambled
to get off his back and into the position.
“I…my hands…” Jensen tugged at them and Jared watched before deciding he liked
the cuffs. He undid the chain to the collar though, keeping his wrist bond
together as he helped his boy get on his knees and elbows. Jensen bowed his
head low, resting it on the bedding as he presented his backside to Jared.    
“I’m going to enjoy using you, taking my hole again, I bet you’ve been missing
it something awful.” While he spoke Jared ran his hands over his boy, claiming
him with touches as he slid up behind him, his own cock hard and ready. After
such a long session of build up Jared knew he wasn’t going to go very long. He
took his time, fingers skimming the dips of his son’s spine and he paused,
feeling the boy tremble under him.
This was his son.
It wasn’t the usual play, not someone trained to call him daddy and answer to
boy. This was his blood, his own child.
Taboo, forbidden flesh.
And Jared was going to fuck him, going to train him to be his sub, keep him for
as long as Jensen let him.
“Daddy…” Jensen’s voice pleaded, his hips swaying and it pulled Jared from his
wonder.
“Alright baby.” He soothed, running his hands down to cup and kneed his son’s
ass, spreading his cheeks wide to get a look at the pink hole, well prepared.
Dropping a kiss on Jensen’s smooth shoulder Jared lined himself up, not
bothering to drag it out anymore. He nudged the blunt head against the tiny
opening and with a firm hold on his son’s waist he pushed in, pulled Jensen
back on him. It was perfect. Tight and clenching around him while the teenager
pushed back, not even fighting the burn as he hilted his father. Balls deep in
his boy, Jared savored the feeling, pressing against him, pushing as deep as he
possibly could into him.
Without waiting he pulled back and thrust in hard, the slap of skin sounding as
he used Jensen’s hips for leverage and just started fucking him without delay.
Jensen just took it, letting his father ride him rough and fast as he clutched
the bedding in his restrained hands.
Jensen moaned out, broken sobs and cries that were loud and unrestraint while
he tried to push back. Jared rocked himself, feeling the perfect friction, the
slide of his cock as it disappeared into that pink hole, taking his pleasure
from his son.
Jared had the presence of mind to snake a hand under Jensen, fumbling along the
cock ring for the tiny switch until he found and flicked it.  
“Oh god, oh god…” Jensen cried, his too sensitive body throbbing as the cock
ring vibrated. The pulse was over powering and if he could, the teenager would
be coming.
But he couldn’t it wasn’t enough. The pleasure was bordering painful now, every
tingle from the toy running along his skin like a live wire. Jared fucked him
furiously, slammed Jensen back into every lunge and the boy sobbed, feeling his
body forced wide for his father. Every time he hit that spot inside him, Jensen
cried out, fingers clenched painfully tight and toes curled while sounds tore
from his open mouth.
Jared reached out, taking Jensen’s bowed head by the hair and forcing him up
onto his hands.
“You feel me baby? You feel your daddy inside you?” He growled, hips snapping
forward as Jensen whimpered, still blindfolded. Because he couldn’t see, the
teenager was more aware of every touch, of the girth of his father’s cock
inside him. 
“Ready for me to fill you up? Want me to use my hole, leave it dripping?”
Jared’s voice was like steel, hard and controlling as his hand left Jensen’s
hair and curled around to grip Jensen’s throat, just under the collar. He held
on to him tightly but not enough to restrict his breathing and something in
Jensen just gave way. The pressure of his father’s hand on his neck, the
unspoken power it signified, all while Jared viciously fucked into him, used
him.
“Please, please oh god, I can’t….I….please daddy.” Jensen begged, felt the
corner of his closed eyes getting wet with tears.
“Ask me to come.”
“Please, let me come, please, daddy, let me come, I love you so much, daddy.”
He couldn’t stop; he told his father he loved him over and over. Later on when
he thought back on it, Jensen would be a little scared at how much he had meant
it then, so utterly exposed and desperate for his father in every way.
Unable to restrain himself he just babbled on as Jared finally dropped his hand
to Jensen’s aching cock. Without even losing his furious rhythm, Jared undid
the latch and the ring opened, coming undone and falling to the bed. Jensen
arched his back hard, his body completely tense as he panted a weak ‘thank
you’.
When his father slammed that spot, Jensen sobbed gratefully, crying out as
everything rushed to reach that beautiful high, that perfect spot. It had never
been so good, not even last time they did this and Jensen couldn’t think or
react. He just rode it out, everything throbbing so flawlessly and Jared took
him through it, held him up when he went limp and slumped back.
“My boy, mine.” Jared hissed, teeth finding a spot under the collar and biting
down. Jensen was a complete mess, a perfect break and Jared got off on it hard.
He could feel the tell tale throb and he shoved himself in and in, grinding
himself into his son’s pliant body. Jared clenched his teeth viciously into
soft skin and managed two more thrusts before he came undone. Snarling and
holding Jensen to him tightly, he felt the bright pulse of his orgasm hit him.
His body went absolutely still for one heartbeat and then a second, until the
pleasure dropped down and he slowly relaxed, sinking onto the bed with Jensen,
pulling him in so he was spooning him. There was nothing but the hard pants of
their breaths, sweat slick skin pressed along one other as each hard breath
wracked Jensen’s small body.
Jared felt beyond tired, his body ready to crash until morning but he shook it
off. Sitting up, he undid Jensen’s wrists one at a time, kissing each hand and
eyeing the marks already there. They would be dark bruises by morning. The
collar came off after and Jared grabbed the cock ring from the bed, turning the
toy off and putting everything away.
Leaning over Jensen, he carefully eased the blindfold off, noting the tell tale
wet spots where his son cried. Jensen’s eyes were still closed and Jared cupped
his face, pressing a soft kiss against his unresponsive mouth. Tilting his
head, he pressed another, kissing Jensen chastely over and over until the
teenage gave a sudden trembling sob and snaked his arms around Jared’s neck
kissing him desperately as he clung close to his father. Jared turned them,
pulled Jensen against him snugly as he rained kisses on his face.
“You did amazing baby, so good. I’m so proud of you.” He soothed, caressing
Jensen’s hair and whispering praises over and over to the boy curled up to him,
clearly going through a hard subdrop.
“My boy, such an amazing boy. I’ve never been so pleased, god Jensen your so
perfect.” Wide eyes looked up to him, locked on his own and shone wildly,
looking scared but hopeful.
“I…I did good?” Jensen breathed and Jared laughed, grinning brightly as he
nuzzled in close.
“Beyond good, you went far beyond my expectations. My boy. My prefect little
son.” Pulling him close as they could get, Jared pressed a kiss on Jensen’s
brow and rubbed his arm, caressing and snuggling the boy.
“I’ve never felt so possessive before,” he admitted, smiling down at the teen
and beaming when Jensen timidly returned it. “I swear baby, I’ve trained subs
and played with plenty, and really enjoyed it, fucking loved it. But I’ve never
wanted to take them home, keep them for my own like I do you.” Jensen flushed,
even after all that, he still blushed but his eyes shone happily.
“Are you alright baby? Was it too much for you?” Jared questioned, rolling them
so he was above Jensen, sliding down to press kisses on his chest. Smothering
the boy in affection and reassurances while that unsure look still hovered in
his eyes.
“It was kinda scary, how...intense it was.” He admitted, watching Jared closely
but his father only looked happy, truly content with Jensen.
“I liked it though, I really did. It’s still a little…shaking.”
“I bet it was. You did amazingly well. Did you feel like you wanted to ask me
to stop?”
“I don’t think so. Near the end when I…when I came it was really strong but I
didn’t want it to stop.” Jensen answered honestly, recalling all the books that
impressed the importance of being truthful. Jared nodded, clearly taking the
conversation seriously.
“I’m glad, I don’t want you to ever try and not ask me to stop because you want
to please me. We’re a long way from getting to that level and I’ll tell you
when I want that. For now we’re just going to figure everything out together.”
The calm explanation and easy way Jared spoke, like he was perfectly certain
undid the tension in Jensen, he felt safe under his father’s experience.
“Now despite dinner and pizza after, I find my self starving. Shall we go do
away with the leftovers?” Jared asked and Jensen realized he really was hungry
too.
Jared picked up his t-shirt and put in on his son, surrounding Jensen something
of his father’s. Yanking on his jeans, Jared didn’t bother with a new shirt
since it was late. The dogs were passed out on Jensen’s bed but they clambered
down stairs once they realized the humans were in the kitchen. Jensen sat on
the tile floor, petting Sadie as she nosed in close. He still felt kind of
surreal but it was fading now, the familiarity of the kitchen and the dogs
easing him down.
“Did you mind when I asked you do get on your hands and knees like a dog?”
Jared asked while the pizza heated up, he handed Jensen a glass of orange juice
and the teenager sipped at it, shaking his head in negative. The microwave
beeped and Jared fetched the food, settling on the floor across from Jensen and
pulling he boy’s thin legs over his thighs.
“What about when I held your throat? You seemed to react to that?” With a
blush, Jensen took a bite of his pizza and chewed it carefully.
“I liked it. A lot.” He finally admitted, glancing up at his father for any
sign of judgment but Jared simply nodded. “It’s something we’ll explore later
on then.” He commented but was otherwise unmoved. Jensen relaxed, glad it
didn’t seem to upset him.
While they ate Jared asked questions, coaxed answers and Jensen did his best to
respond openly and ask his own inquires. After the food was gone they had a
bath, Jared easily fitting Jensen against him in his massive tub. By the time
they were getting out Jensen was nearly asleep on his feet. He followed his
father obediently to the bed and slipped under the cool sheets, asleep as soon
as his head hit the pillow.
When he woke up, sometime in the afternoon, Jensen was alone in the bed. He
could hear Jared downstairs and he took some time, laying in the warm sheets
and staring at nothing for a long while. The dreamlike feeling was gone now and
Jensen was left with himself. Last night had been much more intense then
anything, he had gone into a sub mindset he supposed, thinking on the books and
their explanations. Somehow because it was written it seemed more…all right.
Other people did this and while not everyone agreed with it, nor did they do it
with their father, they did do it. It wasn’t completely illegal, save his age
and the incest factor. But if Jensen did this when he was eighteen with someone
not related to him then it wasn’t wrong by law, once Jensen was old enough and
Jared no longer claimed him as his son, then it would be ok to do it. So if it
would be then, it was already in some ways.      
Jensen stared at the empty pillow beside him, indented, for a while before he
got up. Jared’s shirt was wrinkled and the back had a smear of lubricant on the
hem but it felt good to wear something of his fathers and so Jensen just went
to his room and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms before heading downstairs.
“Good afternoon.” His father greeted and Jensen gave him a dirty look, the man
was far too cheery. Sliding onto the high stool at the island, he peeked under
the overturned plate. A full breakfast, pancakes, eggs and bacon peered back at
him.
“Eat up. I had to fight two mutts to save that for you.” Jared teased, smiling
as the boy muttered something unintelligible and starting eating. Jared poured
him some juice and let him eat in peace, puttering around the house for a bit,
trying to give Jensen a bit of space while still being close by. Jared hoped
that the nervous edge he was feeling went unnoticed but Jensen caught it almost
immediately. Every time he looked at Jared his eyes where calculating as he
shook of his ‘just woke up’ haze. 
“What’s wrong?” Jensen abruptly questioned when Jared was on a pass through the
kitchen and Jared stopped in midstride turning to frown at him.
“What?”
“Something’s wrong, you’re acting weird and you keep looking at me funny.” The
teenager wore a worried expression, his eyes wide and uncertain. Jensen was
clearly a delicate sub and would be for a long time.
“Nothing’s wrong baby, I just have something for you.” Jared replied, going
over and curling the petite body against him, reassuring Jensen. “I just wanted
to wait until you had a good meal in you.”
“I do now.” Jensen pressed, looking at Jared carefully, his worry fading but
still lingering. Jared pressed a chaste kiss on his mouth, remaining until
Jensen relaxed completely in his arms. Letting him go, he padded into the
living room and came back with a box. It was roughly shaped like a book and had
no markings but looked expensive.
“I bought this years ago.” Jared admitted, leaning on the island close enough
for his leg to press against his son’s thigh. The more his father touched him
like that and smiled like nothing was wrong, the more Jensen was assured by the
confidence.  
Pushing his empty plate away, Jensen sat the box in front of him and opened it
up carefully. Inside was two metal hoops, the first one was wider and thicker,
almost an inch broad. The second one was a quarter of the size and much finer,
smaller over all and it wasn’t ramrod straight, it looked like a necklace
almost.
Collars, Jensen realized suddenly as he stared.
Inside the two collars was a simply metal ring, the engraving looked elegant
and complicated. Jared wordlessly took the ring and pressed the inside
knowingly, the metal bits slid obediently until a little nub stuck out, uneven
and jagged. Jared handed it to his son and Jensen blinked at it and then the
collars. His mind undid the puzzle and he picked up the thick collar and
twisted it around until he found the tiny hole. The nub on the ring slid in
easily and when Jensen twisted it the collar clicked open.    
“The bigger one is a trainer collar. The smaller one is a master’s collar. The
training one is worn only during scenes and the masters is worn all the time.”
Jared explained quietly, watching Jensen while he carefully put the collar down
and picked up the smaller chain, undoing it the same way with the ring. 
“A trainers collar isn’t permanent. It’s just a pledge for while you’re
learning. The permanent one, it won’t come for years and its not absolute
either, if you ever wanted me to remove it I would.” Going on, Jared wondered
if he should have waited but then dismissed the thought. The training collar
needed to be established as soon as they started. They’d had sex twice without
it and Jared realized now that this was the collar he wanted to put on Jensen.
“It’s a promise,” he added softly.
Jensen stared at the set and he could feel Jared’s gaze on him, patient while
he processed what his father was offering him. He had these for years, had told
Jensen last night he’d never felt so possessive of someone before…
“Mom didn’t have a will.”
Jared blinked, completely caught off guard. 
“When she died, she never made a will. Me and the landlord, he looked after us
for years, we made one up and I forged her signature. He offered to let me stay
with him. To stay and finish school there and work at the store under the
apartment.” Jensen smiled up at his father with tears shining in his eyes.
“I choose to come meet you.”
 
 
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