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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Dubious_Consent, Hate_Sex, Non_Consensual,
      Switching
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-07 Completed: 2013-02-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 9453
****** Never Say Never ******
by Tipsy_Kitty
Summary
     Alpha Jensen helps Mr. Padalecki out with his financial difficulties.
     All he asks for in return is a chance to court Padalecki’s teenaged
     son, omega Jared. That hardly makes him the bad guy, right?
Notes
     Written for the lovely and amazing jjia912 for fandom-aid. Thanks for
     bidding on me! I hope this lives up to expectations. Also, I’m hoping
     heat counts as ‘accidental stimulation’ so I can use this for
     homebrewbingo. Thanks to lylithj2 for the awesome beta job!
***** Never Say Never *****
Harold Padalecki was a loving father, a good neighbor, an excellent golfer, and
a devoted husband. To his second wife, at least.
He was not, however, a terribly competent accountant. One missed column of
numbers and he had cost his employer, Ackles Natural Resources, thousands in
fines and legal fees to sort out the mess.
He was summarily fired, of course, and his wife Eva was furious with him. She
threatened to leave him and take their 3-year old twins with her if he didn’t
“get his goddamn head out of his goddamn ass.”
Then Jensen Ackles, the owner’s son and VP of Operations, stepped in to smooth
things over. Harold had always been lucky that way. Jensen could not, alas,
offer Harold’s job back; Jensen’s father Aaron was still furious. But he could
give Harold a chance to resign and save face. And also receive an extremely
generous severance package.
All Jensen asked for in return was the opportunity to court his oldest son
Jared.
“Isn’t he a little young for you?” Harold asked doubtfully.
Jensen flashed his most disarming smile and admitted he had been taken with
Jared since the company’s Independence Day picnic a couple of weeks before.
“His scent,” Jensen had said. “It’s like a Siren’s call. Like he was meant for
me.” Meant to get fucked sideways by me,he added silently.
Harold had always considered himself a romantic, if not a poet. He just
shrugged in response. His son didn’t have to accept Jensen’s advances, after
all.
Eva, of course, saw things differently.
Which was how Jared Padalecki, who was determined to remain unclaimed and
considered himself to be the ‘stubbornest omega in Texas,’ found himself sold
off to Jensen Ackles when he was 16 years and 2 days old.
“Sold,” Eva snorted. “Please. Must you always be so melodramatic?”
“Just calling it like I see it.”
“It’s a business decision that will benefit your father and your younger
siblings.”
“And you,” Jared snapped.
“Listen here, whelp,” Eva hissed. “You are an omega, and you’re lucky you
aren’t licking our boots every night when we get home. So you will go to this
Jenner—”
“Jensen.”
“Whatever. And you will make him happy, and he in turn will make me happy. And
then I won’t make the rest of your life miserable. Got it?”
“Fuck you, Eva,” Jared said through gritted teeth. “He didn’t offer to marry
me, didn’t even offer to claim me. I am not living out the rest of my life in
some goddamned alpha’s breeding quarters.”
“You’re goddamn right you will, if that’s where he wants you.”
“Just because I’m omega doesn’t mean you can sell me off to the highest
bidder.”
She leaned in close, green eyes flashing. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’re
omega, just a hole, and you will do what you can to help this family regain
solvency.”
Jared narrowed his eyes, ready to shove her out of his room and take off, and
she must have seen it on his face.
“If you don’t, maybe Mr. Ackles would rather have Morgan? She’s only 13, but
then, some men like that.”
Jared turned white with fury.
“Or maybe he only likes boys?” she suggested. “In that case, Jason will be 11
next month. Practically marriageable.”
“You wouldn’t,” he spat.
“Mr. Ackles is coming over at 7 for cocktails, and you’d better look your best,
brat.”
 
ΑΩ
 
Eva operated better without her oaf of a husband hanging around, so she
instructed Harold to take the kids out for pizza and make himself scarce.
“Jared, we’re leaving!” his father called up the stairs.
“He’s staying in, dear,” Eva said, flipping her glossy black hair over one
shoulder.
So Mr. Padalecki drove off into the night with his other four children for an
evening of bad pizza and overpriced arcade games. Jared stood at his window
watching his father’s SUV pull away, fuming.
Eva, that fucking liar. He highly doubted Mr. Ackles wants to be gifted with a
bratty alpha preteen instead of an omega. He decided to call her bluff.
At 7 on the dot the doorbell rang, and he heard Jensen’s warm voice, Eva’s coo
in response. He hovered at the top of the stairs in shadow, listening as they
toasted each other and their families’ future endeavors.
“Jared!” his stepmother called. “Come down and say hello to Mr. Ackles!”
Fuck her.
He slouched down the steps in his oldest ripped jeans, wearing a shredded,
paint-spattered sweatshirt that he knew Eva despised. (“An omega artist,” she
had sneered once when Harold was out of earshot. “Whoever heard of such a
thing?”)
He leaned against the doorway to the parlor, scowling at them both. Jensen
stood up and crossed the room with his hand outstretched, but Jared just looked
at it and folded his arms across his chest.
“I’m not going home with you,” he said, challenging the alpha, his eyes
narrowed to slits.
Jensen laughed. “You weren’t kidding,” he said to Eva.
“No, unfortunately.”
Jensen returned to his chair. Jared made his way to the tray of cocktails and
poured himself a glass of whiskey.
“Jared,” Eva warned.
“Oh, I’m sorry, mother. I assumed if I’m old enough to be sold off to some
douchebag alpha, I’m old enough to drink.”
Eva pursed her lips in anger, but Jensen only looked amused.
“So I gather you’re not very interested in coming to stay with me?”
“No. Not very interested at all.” Jared took a sip of his drink, eyes watering
at the taste.
“That’s too bad.” Jensen caught Eva’s eye and winked at her, though Jared
missed it. “I was pretty much guaranteed that I would be returning home tonight
with a sweet little omega.”
“Sorry. Eva lies,” Jared said.
“Yes, well. Not entirely,” Jensen said with a shark’s smile. “She obviously
exaggerated your sweetness, but she did promise me a Padalecki child tonight.
So if it’s not you I suppose we can sit around and wait for the others to
return.” He turned to Eva. “How old is the other boy?”
“Ten.”
Jared choked on his drink. “I don’t believe you,” he gasped through the burning
in his throat.
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen wanted to laugh when he saw Jared slink into the room. If the kid
thought he was going to put Jensen off by wearing his oldest, rattiest clothes,
he obviously had no idea how hot he looked in his skintight jeans, faded
sweatshirt hanging off of one thin shoulder and a splotch of green paint over
his left eye.
God, he couldn’t wait to knot that smart-assed omega. Tie him good, make him
beg to be claimed.
But, it looked like he would have to wait.
Jensen could be patient when necessary, and by the delectable scent rolling off
of the teenager, Jared would be worth the wait.
He gestured for the kid to sit and Jared perched on the edge of a peach-colored
wingback, stony-faced and ready to flee at a moment’s notice.
“Jared, look at me,” he said softly, and the kid looked him in the eye
unwillingly. “I’m not the villain here. I’m only trying to help out your
family.”
Jared glared at him. “You’re buying me.”
“I’m offering to help your father out of his financial difficulties. In
exchange for the opportunity to court you.”
“If I go home with you and be your little omega fuck toy, you mean.”
The kid was obviously sharper than his father, that was for sure.
“If my father has his way, your father will never work in Dallas again,” Jensen
said. “Don’t you want your family to be able to stay in this lovely home? Don’t
you want your brothers and sisters to go to college?”
“I want to go to college. I already got accepted to art school.” Jared clenched
his jaw in frustration.
“Omegas don’t go to college.”
“That’s not, like, a law or anything!”
“It’s a big, scary world out there for an unclaimed omega. What if you start
your heat in the middle of a crowded lecture hall?”
“I won’t. Besides, you’re just going to fuck me for a while until no other
alpha would want me. But I’ll never let you fuck me.”
Jensen smiled. He’ll see about that. “I promise I won’t touch you unless you
ask me to.”
“You think I’m going to go into heat and beg for your knot like a little bitch.
That’s never going to happen.”
What, they never gave the kid a basic biology lesson? Jensen wondered. All
omegas are needy little bitches.
“So you’ll come with me?”
Jared looked helplessly from Eva to Jensen. “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you do, Jared,” Jensen said. “Think about it for a week, hmm? If you
come stay with me I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Jensen stood up, his voice hardening. “But I will be taking home a Padalecki
pup next week.”
Eva stood too and Jared knew he was being dismissed. He stalked from the room,
muttering “Fuck you both,” under his breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that, luv?” Eva called.
He ignored her and stomped up the curved staircase to his bedroom.
Once he was gone Eva turned to Jensen. “I know he seems like a handful, Mr.
Ackles, but he can be trained,” she said hopefully. “He’s very bright for an
omega…”
“We’ll see,” Jensen said with a frown, though in truth he had always enjoyed a
challenge.
 
ΑΩ
 
By next Saturday Jared had a bag of clothes packed along with his easel,
paints, and portfolio. Harold had been apprised of the whirlwind “courtship”
that had taken place between Alpha Ackles and his son.
“Good to hear,” his father had muttered as he scanned the NASDAQ.
Jared was a wall of rage—towards his incompetent father, his absent mom, his
scheming step-mother, and the alpha who’s orchestrating this sham. He hid in
his room until his father took the other kids mini-golfing before he dragged
his few belongings down the stairs and waited for Jensen’s driver to pick him
up.
Eva bustled around chattering happily but he ignored her completely, jamming on
a pair of earphones and tuning out the world.
But Jared couldn’t ignore the presence of his new Alpha once he walked through
the stately entryway; couldn’t ignore the way his body responded to this man he
despised.
Jared suddenly hated his life with a white-hot fury; hated his biological need
to be knotted.
Well, they could all go fuck themselves. He’d rather die than ask Jensen to
knot him.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen steered his new omega towards the room that had been prepared for him.
It was at the end of the north wing, and the tall narrow windows on three of
the four walls ensured the room would be constantly flooded with light.
“For your painting,” Jensen said. There was a smirk in his voice that made
Jared want to strike his alpha, something that was almost unheard of.
“Oh, but there’s more, Jared,” Jensen said, encircling one of Jared’s skinny
wrists with his strong hand. He pulled Jared towards a walk-in closet set into
the interior wall.
“This is your closet,” he said, gesturing at the empty space waiting to be
filled with suits and sweaters and shoes.
At the entrance to a second door leading further into a windowless interior
room, Jared stiffened, tried to pull from Jensen’s grasp.
He didn’t want to see what lay beyond that door.
“I know you don’t think you’ll be going into heat, Jared,” Jensen said.
“Perhaps you’re right. But just in case, this room is all prepared for you.”
The walls were a rich red, and the recessed lights illuminated a collection of
toys locked behind gleaming glass cases–every conceivable type of dildo or sex
toy Jared could imagine, and many more he wouldn’t have dreamed of. All the
colors of the rainbow, made of dense glass or cool marble or polished wood.
Some were smooth and some had small knots, medium, large, up to sizes that made
Jared feel faint. There were benches and chairs with straps attached. It was
simultaneously terrifying and sort of arousing.
Fuck.
“I won’t be needing this,” Jared said, turning and shoving his way through the
closet and back into the spacious, sunlit bedroom.
“No, of course not,” Jensen said drily as he followed.
A few hours later Jared was lying in bed staring at the high ceiling, loud
music thrumming through his earbuds, when he felt his phone vibrate.
GEN: You okay?
Jared felt pretty fucking far from okay, but it wasn’t like he’d been hurt or
assaulted or anything, so he figured he should let his best friend know he was
fine. Ish.
JT: Yeah…haven’t seen the douche in hours.
GEN: Anything I can do?
JT: Couldn’t get my hands on any sups in time. Can you help?
There was a long silence and Jared knew he was screwed. Some fundamentalist
group—fundamentalist alphas, of course, and rich and influential at that—had
been making noises about how omegas belong at home, ass in the air or raising
pups, and how the suppressants that allowed omegas to go to school or hold down
jobs went against the natural order. Jared and Gen had been finding it harder
and harder to find someone willing to prescribe the drugs, and the black market
was drying up too. Gen was wary of even leaving the house these days.
Fucking alphas, acting like they owned the whole fucking world.
GEN: I’ll keep trying :(
Jared moped for a little longer until he grew bored with his own thoughts.
Finally he climbed to his feet, determined to do what he always did when he was
bored, or scared, or angry. He placed one of his stretched canvases on the
easel he’d set up by the window and painted for hours, until his back ached and
his fingers felt cramped, stopping every once in a while to use the bathroom
next to the closet or drink water from the tap.
Jensen stopped by late in the evening to see if Jared was hungry. He stood for
several minutes watching the painting take shape before placing a sandwich on
the nightstand and leaving as quietly as he’d arrived.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jared knew that spending time in a house soaked in alpha pheromones was
beginning to affect him but he tried to will his body to obey. So far it had.
He fell into an uneasy routine of painting and reading and playing computer
games and generally just trying to avoid Jensen as much as possible. After
leaving him be for a few days, Jensen had begun insisting that Jared at least
join him for dinner.
“I don’t really care what you eat, kid,” he’d said, “but my cook’s gonna have
my balls if I don’t start making sure you sit down to a proper, civilized
meal.”
“I don’t really care if she does take your balls, old man.”
Jensen laughed. “Dinner’s at eight. Try not to show up covered in paint.”
The cook turned out to be a he instead of a she—an attractive beta in his early
thirties named Misha. Jared couldn’t tell if Misha was really just the cook or
if they were fucking. Half the time Misha pulled up a chair and chattered away
at them during dinner about some weird vegetable he’d found at the farmer’s
market or whatever reality show he’d watched on TV last night. Jared had never
had servants, but he was pretty sure most of them didn’t act like Misha.
Whatever. Maybe the alpha would fall in love with his cook and Jared could go
back to school.
Sometimes Jensen would stop by later in the evening and offer him a glass of
milk or soda, occasionally a beer. Jared just looked at him.
“I’m not taking a drink from you, alpha. How stupid do you think I am?”
And then Jensen would drink the beverage instead and wander around looking at
his paintings.
“You’re very talented,” Jensen said one night.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t decide which one I like best, the one where I’m being eaten by a
shark, or the one where I’m trapped in a fire.”
“My favorite is the one where your eyes are being pecked out by crows.”
“Hmm,” Jensen agreed. “Nice use of color.”
Jensen was so hands-off, so generally affable, that Jared sometimes had to
remind himself that he hated the man. That he’d threatened to take away Jared’s
little brother if he didn’t come along like a good little bitch.
That he was just biding his time until Jared’s hormones got the better of him.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen was getting tired of biding his time. He found Jared amusing and quick-
witted, and his artistic talent was impressive, even given his rather single-
minded choice of subjects these days.
But that was not why he’d brought Jared home and installed him next to the
breeding room. He brought Jared home so he could have deliriously hot sex with
an omega who smelled like mountain snow and had one of the hottest asses Jensen
had ever seen.
Jensen knew it was just a matter of time before the heat overtook Jared. He was
more fidgety lately, adjusted his pants a little more often. Most telling, his
scent was stronger these days, curling around Jensen like a cloud of perfume in
a cartoon. Even the turpentine he used to clean his brushes could no longer
cloak the scent of an omega in need of a knot.
Finally, at the start of Jared’s fourth week as his ‘houseguest,’ Jensen knew
it was starting.
Jared showed up to dinner looking more disheveled than usual, hair damp from a
shower, a very cold one Jensen guessed. He was flushed, his eyes a little
brighter than normal, and he pushed his salad around without eating anything.
When Misha brought in the tureen of soup he looked concerned.
“Are you all right Jared?” he asked.
“Of course he is,” Jensen said. “He’s just going into heat like all horny
omegas do. Aren’t you, Jared?”
“Am not,” Jared said, taking a large drink of the water Misha had poured him.
“You can’t fuck me, anyway.”
Jensen smirked. “You’re five minutes away from begging for it, Jared.”
“Sew m’ lips shut first.” Jared mumbled. He took a deep breath and then
actually started to swoon, toppling out of his chair, and Jensen was there to
catch him before he fell to the soft green rug below.
“Don’t let ‘im fuck me, Mish,” Jared said, wrenching out of Jensen’s grasp and
pushing up to all fours, then staggering to his feet.
“Jared, that’s not a good ide—” Misha began.
Jared turned on them, and even through the haze of need descending on him, he
raised his arm defiantly and pointed a finger at Jensen.
“You said, you said you wouldn’t! Not unless I want it!”
Jensen leaned in close and inhaled delicately, like he was preparing to taste a
fine wine.
“You don’t think you want it?”
“Fuck…no…” Jared said, his shuddering body belying his words.
“If you’re so set against it, maybe we should put you in an omega belt,” he
murmured against Jared’s throat.
“Fine!”
“Jensen!” Misha said, shocked. “You can’t!”
Jensen pulled himself away, pissed off and horny as fuck. “You heard him,
Misha,” Jensen said viciously. “He doesn’t want me to fuck him. What if I
‘can’t help myself’? What if my ‘alpha takes over’ and I screw him
unconscious?”
Jared groaned at the words, flushing deeper. “Hate you so much,” he hissed.
“Likewise.”
Jensen grabbed Jared’s arm and roughly pulled him up the stairs, down the hall,
through the closet, Misha trailing behind and trying to talk sense into both of
them.
“Jared, you don’t know how bad it will get without—”
“Don’ fuckin’ care.”
“Jensen, come on, you’re the adult here. Act like it!”
“Shut up, Misha.”
In the breeding room, Jared began shucking his clothes unceremoniously, brain
so muzzy with need need need that he felt no shame. His hole was slick, his
cock thick and full between his legs, and he looked up to see Jensen’s eyes
darken with predatory lust. He took an unconscious step towards the alpha, need
need need, and then Jensen pushed him away and turned abruptly towards the
door.
“Lock him up, Misha.”
Misha frowned at Jensen’s retreating back before unlocking a cabinet and
removing one of the omega belts. They had been created ages ago as a way to
prevent unclaimed omegas from being violated, but were most commonly used as a
form of punishment these days. The leather belt encircled the omega’s hips,
pressing a thin rod into the omega’s dripping opening. The rod was too small to
provide relief from the heat, but just large enough to be noticeable, to
provide a maddening itch that would not, could not, be scratched.
“This is a really bad idea,” Misha said. Jared grabbed the belt from him and
slid the rod into his slick, greedy hole, pulling up the straps that framed his
hard dick and swollen testicles, buckling it in the front below his
bellybutton.
“Lock it,” he mumbled.
“You really are the stubbornest omega in Texas,” Misha said, securing the lock
and then threading the small key through a chain around his neck. “Good luck.”
When he was gone Jared sank to his knees and then onto his chest, rubbing his
cock against the plush carpet. It just made everything worse.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jared stripped his cock until it was abraded, coming until there was nothing
left in him, and still his body ached for more, ached to be filled. He
scrabbled at the leather, trying to tear it off, trying to add his fingers to
the slim plug, but it had been well-designed and he could not access his
weeping, slick hole. From the floor of his bedroom he cried for his alpha, for
Jensen, over and over and over, begging for forgiveness, begging for release.
Misha came to check on him, bringing a cool washcloth and fresh water.
“Please, please,” he begged Misha. “Please take it off. Please, get Jensen…”
“Jensen went to a hotel. I’m to call him when it’s over.” He slid down the
floor until he was sitting next to Jared’s slumped form. He looked haggard, and
Jared remembered reading somewhere that a particularly powerful heat could even
affect betas, though obviously not like it did alphas.
“I’m sorry, please, so sorry,” Jared said, fumbling with the omega belt.
“Please take it off?”
“I can’t.”
Jared wanted to weep, wanted to actually beat his fists against the floor like
an angry toddler. “You can, jus’, just let me, let me go, please, he won’t fire
you, I know he won’t…”
Misha sighed. “He took the key, Jared. If I cut it off I could hurt you.”
Jared whined, reaching for his straining cock, hissing at the contact.
Misha sighed again. “I’m to lock you down if it looks like you’re going to hurt
yourself.”
“No no no,” Jared moaned as he humped the carpet shamelessly.
When Misha came to check on him again, his cock felt raw, flayed, and Misha led
a dazed and whimpering Jared into the breeding room. Muttering curses aimed at
Jared and Jensen alike, Misha pressed Jared’s hips against a low bench only a
foot or so off the floor. It was padded but narrow, and Jared’s forehead kissed
the carpet. His knees were wrapped in leather cuffs and pried apart, shiny
steel hooks attaching them to the bolts on either side of the bench, and when
he reached frantically for his cock to give it a last few tugs Misha pulled his
wrists back, wrapping leather around each and then affixing them on either side
to the same bolt that kept his legs spread. Jared frantically humped the air,
seeking even the smallest contact, but there was nothing. His cock bobbed
helplessly, too high off the ground but not near enough to the bench.
Jared thrashed against his bonds but the bench was bolted securely to the floor
and his leather restraints provided no give at all.
“Pleasepleaseplease…”
Through his haze he heard Misha on the phone, yelling at Jensen to come home
and fix this mess, and then he saw Misha’s phone sail over his head and smash
against the wall.
“…please?”
Misha left the room wordlessly.
 
ΑΩ
 
Goddamn brat, Jensen thought, pacing back and forth in the suite he’d booked
downtown. He could still smell Jared all over him, and it was taking all of his
self-control not to tear back across town and knot Jared until they both passed
out.
I’ll show him stubborn, Jensen thought. He sat on the small sofa and tried to
erase thoughts of Jared, how he would look right now, hips grinding, desperate
for relief. Jensen wondered if he was cuffed to the bench yet, and pictured
that hot ass bent over and waiting for him…
Before Jensen snapped awake from his thoughts, his body had steered him halfway
down the hall towards the elevators.
He turned and marched back to his rooms, intent on demolishing the minifridge.
Getting drunk wouldn’t dim his lust but it would make it impossible for him to
drive back out to the ranch. At least for a few more hours.
 
ΑΩ
 
Glaciers moved faster than the time Jared spent in the red room, strapped to a
breeding bench and crying out for his alpha to come back, crying until his
throat felt raw.
Misha brought him an ice pack to try to sooth the raging heat in his groin but
Jared barely noticed it.
He drifted in a hazy cocoon of lust, his mind receding as his body was wracked
with shudders of longing and want. It could have been hours or days before the
door was finally, violently flung open and Jensen stood in the doorway,
panting.
Jared looked up at him through his sweaty bangs, watching as Jensen stripped
off his shirt to reveal his muscular torso, dotted with golden freckles.
He was breathtaking.
“God damn,” Jensen said as he shucked off his jeans. “Look so fucking hot like
that.”
Jared licked his dry lips in anticipation.
“Just like I pictured, cuffed and ready, begging for it. Are you begging for
it, Jared?”
“Yes,” Jared said quietly.
“I need to hear it.”
He stood in front of Jared, stroking his dick, engorged and beautiful. Jared
couldn’t take his eyes off it.
“Please, Jensen, alpha, please fuck me.” He was still whispering, throat
wrecked from his earlier cries.
Jensen knelt to remove the omega belt, noting before he tossed it aside that
the leather was almost soaked through with the evidence of Jared’s heat.
“Fuuuuck.” He leaned forward and bit Jared’s lower lip before moving behind the
bound omega. He lined up his cock up, eyes raking over Jared’s tight and ready
ass.
“Do it,” Jared hissed, looking over his shoulder. “Just fucking do it!”
And Jensen sank into the delicious wet warmth with a groan. “So hot,” he said.
“So fucking hot. You hungry for me? Did you think about this?”
He grabbed Jared’s hips and pulled out slowly before grinding in again with a
twist of his hips.
Jared yelped as Jensen’s fat cock grazed his prostate.
“Want my cock? Want my knot?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Jared said through gritted teeth. Jensen withdrew almost
completely and Jared was almost sobbing, pushing back as far as his bindings
would allow.
Jensen started pumping into him, an easy rhythm that was not nearly what Jared
needed. He gripped Jared’s smooth buttocks firmly as he ground Jared’s hipbones
into the bench beneath him.
“More,” Jared panted.
“Tell me again,” Jensen huffed, picking up his speed of his strokes, “how much
you hate me?”
“So…goddamn…much…”
Jensen started snapping his hips forcefully as he rocked in and out of Jared’s
slick hole, the tip of his cock sparking Jared’s prostate with each thrust. He
felt himself on the verge, his knot swelling with his impending orgasm. He came
with a hiss and a low groan, feeling his knot catch on Jared’s prostate. As his
balls continued emptying, he leaned over the long expanse of Jared’s back and
bit into his shoulder, deep enough to scar.
Jared threw back his head and howled, and then he was coming too, overflowing
with the seed of his alpha, overwhelmed by the furnace of his body, the fiery
red walls he could still see behind closed eyes. Relief and release washed over
him, a cooling tide, as his sore cock twitched and dribbled out the last bit of
semen in his body.
When he was aware again, he was nestled in Jensen’s arms in his king sized bed,
feeling gloriously sated and sleepy.
“Still hate me?” Jensen mumbled.
“Yeah. You?”
“Course.”
Jared took a moment to appreciate that his body’s equilibrium had been
restored, and then he pressed back against Jensen’s firm chest and drifted off
again.
***** I Might Like You Better *****
Chapter Notes
     This was originally a one-shot written for jjia912 for fandom_aid,
     and then I wrote some more. I'm now thinking it will be three
     chapters in all but I'm not sure when I'll get around to writing part
     3. There's no cliffhanger here though.
Sunday morning Jared woke up alone in Jensen’s bed, grateful that the dizzying
waves of heat-lust were finally subsiding. His body was sated but his mind was
confused, and he took a long hot shower, washing away the last traces of cum
and his body’s own lubricant. He stepped out of the shower and peered at
himself in the foggy mirror. He didn’t look any different. Still too skinny,
still too tall. The bite on his shoulder gave him pause, though. Was it a
claiming bite? Probably. Figures a jackass like Ackles would claim someone he
hated.
Even as he thought about that, about Jensen biting into him as Jared came
screaming, he felt his cock twitch. “Down boy,” he muttered. “Food first.”
He pulled on a pair of jeans and his favorite paint-splattered sweatshirt and
ambled downstairs to the dining room.
“Good morning, Jared, I trust you are well,” Misha said briskly, and Jared
averted his eyes, embarrassed.
“Yes, Misha. I’m sorry for how—”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Jared. We all have our biological needs.”
He bustled out of the dining room and returned with plates piled high with
pancakes and bacon and fruit, and a cheese omelet that made Jared’s mouth
water.
“Sit, I know you’re starving.” Misha set down the dishes and then went to fetch
a large glass of milk and a cup of hot, dark coffee.
“Man, thanks Misha, this looks awesome.”
He took a bite of the omelet and groaned, a noise embarrassingly like the
sounds he’d made while Jensen was knotting him.
He looked across the table to where Jensen was scowling.
“What’s your problem?” Jared asked. “I thought you’d be looking like a canary-
stuffed cat today.”
Jensen reached across the table to try and pick up a piece of Jared’s bacon.
Misha appeared from the doorway to the kitchen and smacked Jensen’s hand with a
wooden spoon.
“Ow! Dammit Misha! Bring me a real breakfast!”
Jared looked from his own heaped piles of food to Jensen’s plate, where a
withery grapefruit half awaited him, and he started laughing.
“You don’t deserve my cooking,” Misha growled at him. “You took advantage of
him, and you left me here to deal with it, and as far as I’m concerned you can
eat grapefruit till you die of a Vitamin C overdose.”
He turned and marched back to the kitchen, leaving Jared staring between Jensen
and the swinging door through which Misha had retreated.
Jared took a bite of bacon. “Man, that’s good,” he said. Jensen narrowed his
eyes.
“Look, at least give me some coffee,” Jensen hissed.
Jared moved his cup closer to him and grinned. “I didn’t grow up in a house
full of servants like you did,” Jared said, “but even I know better than to
piss off the cook. Go to fucking Starbucks.”
Jensen muttered something Jared couldn’t make out. He took a mammoth bite of
pancakes, made excessive amounts of yummy noises as he chewed and swallowed,
and then said “Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
“He hid my keys,” Jensen grumped.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen sat outside on the patio, stomach rumbling, brooding at the blameless
blue sky.
He was used to getting his way, but he wasn’t used to feeling so crappy about
it afterwards. Yes, he’d been waiting for Jared to finally go into heat and beg
to be fucked, but nothing had happened the way he’d envisioned.
For starters, Jared was supposed to realize that Jensen wasn’t such an awful
guy well before his heat kicked in. It’s not like their arrangement was
anything unusual. Plenty of unclaimed omegas “stayed” with alphas who would
help them through their heats. Plenty of alpha parents arranged such things for
their omega children so they wouldn’t have to deal with the distasteful issues
that arose when an unclaimed omega still lived at home.
And when they could find a wealthy alpha like Jensen willing to make it worth
their while? Even better. It was a mutually beneficial system. Everybody’s back
got scratched.
So why did he feel like such a dick today?
Well. Putting Jared in the o-belt and then driving across the city was maybe,
sort of, pretty much totally, a dick move. But fuck, Jared was the one who
buckled himself in. Jared, who was too fucking stubborn for his own good…Jensen
felt his cock wake up thinking of Jared as he'd been the night before. Tied up
beneath him, sweaty and wrecked and begging. Smarting off to Jensen, slouching
around in that stupid sweatshirt. Painting increasingly ridiculous pictures of
Jensen coming to some horrible end.
He smiled a little at that. Jared had certainly turned out to be more
intriguing than any other omegas Jensen had been with over the years.
Then his stomach complained and he scowled again.
 
ΑΩ
 
Misha relented a little bit that night. Not about the coffee, and Jensen had a
pounding caffeine headache to prove it, but he told Jensen that he would be
allowed to eat what Jared was eating for dinner.
“Oh, thank you so much, Misha,” he said sarcastically. “You know you don’t have
to stay in my employ, right?
“I’m not leaving you alone with him, letch.”
Jensen glanced over his shoulder to see Jared watching them both, a slow smile
spreading across his face.
Talk about fucking cats and fucking canaries, Jensen thought crossly.
Misha handed Jared a plate heaped with spaghetti and meatballs, and Jensen’s
mouth watered. He almost started crying when Misha gave Jensen a doll-sized
plate with five noodles and a single meatball the size of a grape.
Jensen stood up and stalked away from the table, pulling out his cell phone.
“Chris!” he barked. “Dinner! Pick me up!”
The sound of his cook and his omega laughing followed him out into the night.
 
ΑΩ
 
Things more or less went back to normal after a couple of days. Misha had to
return Jensen's keys so he could go to work, and gradually the size of his meal
portions returned to normal. If Jensen still found himself stuffing his face at
lunchtime just in case, it was nobody’s business but his own.
Still, Misha’s harsh words echoed in his ears, causing Jensen to feel something
almost like remorse.
It was not a feeling he was accustomed to, and he didn’t like it.
One night he made his way to Jared’s room with a couple of beers. Jared
accepted it with thanks and took a long swallow before turning back to his
work.
Jensen watched the painting take shape, watched as a representation of himself
appeared in the middle of a very large spider web.
“Creepy.”
“Thanks.”
“Jared, we need to talk.”
Jared looked up, surprised, his messy hair falling over one eye. Jensen
resisted the urge to push it back into place.
“So talk.”
Jensen leaned back against the closet door. “I don’t feel very good about…” he
trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say.
“Taking my virginity? Even though I told you I didn’t want you to and you have
a whole goddamn sex shop’s worth of toys you could’ve let me use?”
Jensen winced. “Yes. All of that.”
Jared turned back to his canvas and started painting an extremely fat and hairy
spider.
“What do you want me to say, Jensen? You got everything you wanted. Alphas
always do.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
Jared snorted. “I’ll try to think of something.”
Jensen quietly left Jared's room, the seed of remorse blooming large in his
chest .
 
ΑΩ
 
The next night at dinner, Jensen offered to let Jared go home.
“What, so you can take my little brother?”
Jensen sighed. “No, Jared. You can leave free and clear and I’ll never bother
your family again.”
Jared thought about it as he pushed mashed potatoes around on his plate. He
thought about living with Eva again, putting up with her manipulations and his
father’s ignorance. He missed his siblings but he kind of liked how peaceful
Jensen’s house was, how quiet. Nobody yelled at him to pick up the dog crap in
the yard or help out with dinner. Nobody called him a fucking slut-hole like
Eva did.
He peeked at Jensen through his hair. Jensen was pushing his own mashed
potatoes around, looking sad and vulnerable.
Looking lonely.
Eva would find somebody else to pawn him off on anyway. Some other rich asshole
who was maybe not as pretty as Jensen, or didn’t leave him to his own devices
most of the time like Jensen did. Who hated the smell of oil paints and
turpentine, or who kept him naked all the time because that was all Jared was
good for.
Finally he looked up, met Jensen’s eye. “I’d rather stay here,” he said. “But
things have to be different from now on.”
A relieved smile broke across Jensen’s face. Jared hoped he’d done the right
thing.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jared’s conditions were easy enough for Jensen to accede to. Mainly Jared
wanted to get through his next heat with toys alone, so he could “make an
informed decision,” as he put it, about whether it was really that much better
to be knotted “by an asshat like you” than to use a fake knot.
Jensen had agreed, had offered to go to a hotel again, but Jared shook his
head. “I want you to stay. Stay, and not touch me.”
Christ, Jensen thought, that was liable to kill him. Then he remembered leaving
Jared alone to suffer last time, forbidding him to use toys, and he did feel
like an asshat, so he promised.
Things slowly settled back to normal; Jensen worked long hours while Jared read
and painted and played video games. Misha taught him to bake and took him along
to the farmer’s market, where they could eat strange and delicious foods while
they shopped for fresh produce.
Jensen set up an appointment for Jared to meet with his friend Ty, who ran a
small publishing company that specialized in fantasy, sci-fi, and horror
fiction. Ty told Jared how much he loved the violent paintings, even as his
lips trembled with stifled laughter at what Jared was calling Jensen Dies
Bloody: Series 1, and he promised Jared future commissions for paperback cover
art. Jared hoped it worked out and Ty wasn't blowing smoke up his ass; it'd be
great to earn his own money, would make him feel less like a kept boy.
Jensen had offered to let him have some friends over and Jared was considering
it. Maybe at least Gen and Sandy, his other omega friends. The other kids he’d
gone to school with would probably not understand his arrangement with
Jensen…or understand it too well. Either option made Jared’s skin feel prickly.
Things were good, but Jared felt like the household was in a state of suspended
animation, of waiting for the second shoe to drop. Jared was apprehensive about
his next heat after the disastrous first one, and this made their alliance feel
fragile as blown glass in an earthquake. So he was surprised, when his second
heat began, how very calm he felt, how controlled.
He had started feeling the very first symptoms, a constant low-grade arousal
coupled with a slight fever, sometime during the afternoon. Not too strong yet;
he still had a little time before his body turned him into a writhing, needy
cockslut. He shuddered even to apply that word to himself; he and Gen and Sandy
had spent long afternoons griping about the unfairness of omegas being called
slutty—it was fucking biology—but when he thought back to how he’d acted the
last time, he really could think of no better word. Just one more sucktastic
thing about being born with the xyo chromosome.
So he cleaned his brushes no less thoroughly than usual, and put all of his art
supplies away for the night, and then squared his shoulders and re-entered the
red room for supplies.
A few minutes later, he found Jensen in the study watching sports highlights.
“Hey,” Jensen said, barely glancing away from the TV. Then he took another
look; Jared was leaning against the doorway wearing only a pair of low slung
jeans. Jensen tracked his gaze up Jared’s lean body to his face, eyes hooded
and intense, and he sat up a little straighter in the recliner.
“What’s up?” he asked, even as he realized that the omega’s scent was
intensifying. God, he smelled good, and whether with lust or regret, Jensen had
been thinking of knotting Jared again pretty much constantly since the last
time.
Maybe Jared was going to ask?
Instead Jared threw something in Jensen’s lap. “I figured out how you can make
it up to me.”
Jensen picked up the shiny metal object, looking confused for a moment, before
he understood.
“You want me to wear a cock cage?” Jensen asked, turning the steel device over
in his hands.
At the sound of soft footsteps, Jensen and Jared both turned to see Misha enter
the doorway with a bowl of popcorn, take one look at the cage, and turn on his
heel. As he retreated down the hall they heard him call over his shoulder that
he expected a raise and more vacation days.
Jensen sighed. “Maybe we should discuss this upstairs.”
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen paced around the master bedroom, delivering a 15-minute soliloquy about
nature and nurture, birds and bees, alphas and omegas, that was in turns
heartfelt, apologetic, abject, pleading, hopeful, and generally piteous.
Jared sat in a club chair in the corner, doodling an evil jack-o-lantern on the
knee of his jeans with a Sharpie.
“And so, in conclusion, as Plato said in his Apology—”
Jared capped his pen and stood up, eye to eye with Jensen. “You know The
Apology has nothing to do with being sorry, right?”
“Of course I do,” Jensen lied.
“I told you I would stay, because my own home kind of sucked and this place,”
Jared paused to look around Jensen’s large bedroom, decorated in pleasing,
plush brown and beige fabrics, “this place at least has Misha."
Jensen snorted.
"Look, you don't have to wear it. But if you really want to make it up to me
for last time...." Jared trailed off, his meaning clear.
Jensen made a face worthy of a five year old faced with spinach as he turned
the hateful metal device over and over in his hands. This was not something
he’d ever anticipated putting himself through, this was a delicious torment to
be visited on his submissive omegas.
“How long?” he asked finally.
“Till my heat is over.”
Jensen groaned.
“Also, I want to fuck you.”
“What? No way!”
“Why not?”Jared sat down again and began adding some malevolent bats to his
knee.
“Because, Jared, I’m an alpha, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
“So? We’ve got the same equipment. Mostly.”
“But, but, I won’t get wet!”
“I hear they make products for that,” Jared said, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I don’t keep it around! I don’t need it!”
Jared pulled a tube from his back pocket and threw it to Jensen.
Jensen was starting to wonder if maybe he should have skipped the company
picnic this year. If he’d never set eyes on Jared-Fucking-Padalecki and his
imbecilic father, he’d probably be having glorious, proper sex right this
minute with a proper omega, one who was docile and subservient.
Then he caught a look at the devilish glint in Jared’s eye and he knew he was
fucked. Jared had gotten to him, gotten under his skin and messed with his
head. Jensen wasn’t sure he’d want to take in a proper and docile and
subservient omega, not after Jared.
Jensen was fucked. And he was going to get fucked.
He walked into the en suite bathroom, fighting the urge to stamp his feet like
a child.
“Can I at least shower first?” he asked sarcastically as he began stripping off
his clothes.
“Make it a cold one,” Jared called. Jensen slammed the door in irritation.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jensen was cursing himself for trying to take the high road and not tug one out
in the shower. He was on the absolute last reserve of his willpower, moments
away from begging Jared for the key, begging for release. Jared had spread him
out on the bed after his shower, wet and naked, and began trailing feather soft
kisses along Jensen’s chest, tongue swirling over his nipples, stiff with
arousal and the chill of the air conditioning.
As Jared’s kisses and caresses drew closer to Jensen’s dick, limp and caged,
his frustration mounted but he could answer Jared’s stubbornness, he knew it.
He clawed at the soft comforter and began mentally listing the final scores of
every Cowboys game going back over a decade.
This all might have been fine (or at least slightly better) if Jared’s own
arousal hadn’t started amping up his delicious scent, those pheromones that
made Jensen wild, made him act like an irrational fool by paying off
Padalecki’s ridiculous and unearned severance package, made him act like a
hotheaded bully by driving across town and leaving Jared to suffer his heat
alone.
“Jared,” he muttered as he belatedly realized Jared’s heat was kicking in to
full gear, no doubt brought on by this twisted game that was driving Jensen
insane.
“Shhh,” Jared said, still firmly in control even as he began interrupting his
tongue’s path along Jensen’s body to grind his own cock, still tucked away in
his jeans, against Jensen’s thigh.
“But you need it,” Jensen tried, and even though he could tell Jared did need
it, he was answered with a dirty chuckle and then hot, wet lips enveloping his
balls, already heavy and aching.
“Oh, god,” Jensen cried as his cock struggled valiantly against its prison.
“You’re only 16, how are you so fucking evil?”
“The Internet?” Jared wondered aloud, and then his tongue was swirling over
Jensen's balls, lapping at the cage, wetting the skin he could reach between
the steel bars. Jensen gave in and began running his fingers through Jared’s
messy hair, tugging at it and rocking his useless dick into Jared’s face.
The scent, the cage, that wet, malicious mouth…Jensen didn’t know how he was
going to survive the next few hours.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jared was enjoying tormenting Jensen with soft brushes of his lips, but he
wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. He was, after all, a teenager
entering his second-ever heat, and even if Jensen was kind of a jerk sometimes,
he was a really fucking hot jerk. Jared’s dick was straining to escape its
denim prison and he was starting to feel slick with the desire to be knotted.
He stood and shucked out of his jeans and then crawled back up the bed, folding
Jensen’s knees up to his chest and rubbing his stiff cock against Jensen’s taut
abs.
“Gonna fuck you now, alpha. Hope you got yourself good and ready for me.”
“I think I can take your little omega dick, dick.” Jensen's eyes tracked down
Jared’s body and widened as he watched Jared stroking his long, thick cock.
Jared's fingers grazed Jensen’s glistening entrance, and he had to bite back a
smile. It felt like Jensen had squeezed a turkey baster’s worth of lube up his
ass.
“Don’t you fucking laugh at me,” Jensen hissed. “At least your ass gets slick
on its own.”
“That’s why omegas are genetically superior,” Jared huffed as he lined up his
cock and began pushing in. It was tighter and hotter than he’d ever imagined
when he was using his hand to get off.
“Motherfucking fuck,” Jared groaned as he slowly entered Jensen, hands gripping
the backs of Jensen’s knees for leverage. He had to pause, afraid he was going
to bust a nut before he even got halfway in.
“Problem, Speedy?” Jensen snarked. The discomfort he felt at Jared penetrating
him was completely overshadowed by Jared’s scent, that wet slickness that he
was dying to bury himself in. His cock wept and Jensen felt a little like
crying himself.
“Fuck. You. Fucking. Alpha,” Jared said, thrusting deeper with each word until
Jensen’s ass was stuffed with Jared's cock. They both groaned when their balls
slapped together.
“Come on then, little boy,” Jensen taunted, and Jared growled at him. His hips
tried to find a rhythm but it felt so fucking amazing, all he could really do
was grind in a handful of times and then Jensen was plunging three fingers into
his slick hole and Jared was spilling into Jensen’s ass.
He collapsed on top of Jensen, cock twitching feebly.
“Well, that was fast,” Jensen said against his neck, voice muffled.
“Shut up, old man.” Jared pulled out and staggered to the bathroom to clean up.
“Ready to be knotted?” Jensen asked when he returned, trying to still the
shameless, useless rutting against a pillow that he’d engaged in during Jared's
brief absence.
Jared picked up the toy he’d fetched earlier and grinned. “Sure am.”
“Goddammit, Jared, that’s not going to give you what you need!”
“Probably not.” Jared straddled Jensen’s hips and placed the toy between
Jensen’s spread legs before he sank down onto it. Jensen watched it disappear
inside of Jared and felt another hot surge of lust.
"Jared, let me help," Jensen groaned. "Please."
“God, that feels good,” Jared said. His eyes opened and he met Jensen’s gaze.
“Nothing like a nice fat knot to get me off.” He ground down on the toy,
causing it to press against Jensen’s swollen balls.
Jensen was either going to die or murder Jared, that was for sure.
Then Jared reached behind himself and flicked a switch, and the toy began
thrumming, the vibrations against his aching balls leaving Jensen whimpering
and struggling to get away, but Jared locked his surprisingly strong legs
around Jensen's and held him in place.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please Jared," he whined.
Jared just closed his eyes and started rocking on the false knot, each thrust
sending Jensen spiraling further towards a delirious need to get off, to fuck
his way into Jared and tie him for hours. Days.
Years.
“Please?” Jensen breathed, hating the piteous quality in his voice.
Jared ignored him, intent on chasing down his second orgasm. It was not long in
coming.
 
ΑΩ
 
Jared awoke a few hours later, his throbbing cock hard and pressing into the
mattress. He felt slippery warmth on his ass and groaned.
Then he felt something else, a soft tongue probing at him, licking the slick
off his balls and then diving straight to the source. He jerked awake fully
when Jensen's tongue snaked into his welcoming hole.
"Hmnnn?" Jared asked, his mouth stumbling to catch up with his brain.
"Shhh," Jensen whispered. "Let me take care of you."
Jensen licked a wide stripe up Jared's crack, ending at the small of his back,
and Jared shuddered all over. Then Jensen bit the swell of Jared's left cheek,
and he was suffused with warmth, with want, with need.
Unbidden, Jared hitched himself up higher on the bed, spreading his thighs
underneath him and angling his ass up to Jensen's greedy mouth.
Jensen reach a hand around and stroke Jared's dick while he continued to lick
and slurp and suck at Jared's hole.
"Jesus, fuck," Jared groaned.
Jensen raised his head briefly enough to chide "Language," and then he was back
at it.
Jared craned his head over his shoulder, trying to see Jensen's face in the
moonlight. His eyes were glittering with lust, and when he raised his head
again Jared saw his own juices running down Jensen's chin.
It was hotter than the sun.
Jared fumbled towards the nightstand, yanking out the drawer so it flew off its
tracks and crashed to the floor.
Jensen rutted his steel encased cock against Jared's slick opening. "Why are
you breaking my furniture?" he mumbled.
"Key..." Jared groaned.
Jensen practically dove to the floor, rifling through assorted toys and bills
and a beat-up paperback of the oft-banned Story of O(mega) that made Jared
raise his eyebrows. Finally, finally, a slice of moonlight fell on the tiny key
and Jensen grabbed it triumphantly, and then turned and handed it to Jared.
Jared studied the key.
Jensen bit his lip as he simultaneously tugged on his balls, so full with
unspent seed that there were swollen and tender.
"C'mere," Jared said finally, and Jensen climbed back on the bed. Jared fumbled
with the tiny key, the tiny lock, until Jensen snapped on the bedside lamp with
impatience. He guided Jared's trembling fingers towards the lock and then he
was free finally, Christ, finally, cool metal that had grown hot over the past
few hours flung away from his body and his drooling cock sprang to life. Jensen
tugged at it, never more glad to have its hard length in his palm again.
"Do you...?" Jensen asked, even as he gripped the base of his cock, his
burgeoning knot, waiting for Jared's answer.
"I...fuck...fuck me Jensen," Jared said, kneeling again on the bed. "I want you
to fuck me."
Jensen gripped his hips and flipped him over, threaded his fingers through
Jared's and pushed his hands into the mattress.
"Wanna see you this time," he said. Jared canted his hips up and Jensen felt
the head of his prick nudge at Jared's hole. He raised his eyebrows and Jared
nodded, squeezing Jensen's fingers tighter.
"Do it," Jared said, and Jensen ground into Jared, slick and hot and so, so
tight. Their bodies rocked together in perfect sync, and when Jensen found the
right angle to hit Jared's prostate he was able to wrench delicious little
moans of pleasure from the young omega.
He didn't last much longer than Jared had earlier, too many hours of torment in
the cock cage decimating his self control. He came gasping Jared's name and
Jared arched off the bed as the swell of Jensen's pulsing knot snugged up
against Jared's prostate, compelling his own release.
"I'm gonna," Jensen whispered, voice husky, as he spilled hot seed into Jared's
body. "Can I?"
"Do it," Jared said again, and Jensen bit down on the tender flesh of Jared's
neck, the mark from their last mating still slightly visible in the soft light.
Jared whimpered as he felt Jensen's teeth pierce his flesh, body going soft and
pliant beneath Jensen. Jensen licked at the spot, mouthing the flesh so it
would bruise purple, so there would be no doubt that Jared was his.
Jensen turned slightly, careful not to pull too hard at Jared, careful not to
dislodge them, and resettled so he could crook an arm around Jared's chest and
pull him to Jensen, Jared's body still periodically spasming as Jensen
continued pumping his load into Jared.
"Informed ... decision ..." Jared mumbled. Jensen pressed his palm over Jared's
heart, smiling into the back of Jared's neck, where Jared's sweaty curls
tickled at Jensen's nose.
"Yeah? What'd you decide?"
"Fake knots suck."
Jensen rocked his hips gently and Jared gasped again.
"Told you," Jensen teased.
Jared's hand found his and held it tighter against his chest.
"Shut up, asshat," Jared mumbled.
Their ragged breaths slowly evened out and they fell asleep still knotted.
And the next morning there was not a grapefruit in sight as they made their way
to the dining room for breakfast, together.
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