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works/673687.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Daddy_Kink, Fisting
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-06 Words: 6680
****** Papa don't preach ******
by dizbil
Summary
     The last thing Jensen expected when he came home from work was
     another's boy mouth around his son's cock. Jared, his son, his entire
     world and his everything... That one thing Jensen is not about to
     share. Things might get complicated.
Notes
     Written for the spn-xmas challenge 2013
     Hope you enjoy it.
"So that's what we're going to do over the next few weeks. Jensen? Jensen? Are
you even listening to me?"
Truth to be told, the answer was no. But there was no way Jensen was telling
Danneel the truth, especially when she was giving him that look. The look that
he had seen on face when she was about to fire someone. Not to mention the day
she’d stumbled on her boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, in bed with another woman.
Anyway, the word was not to piss off Danneel not now or ever. But Jensen
shouldn't count because he was her boss after all …Right? He let out a deep
sigh, running one hand through his short hair, green eyes glancing at the
watch.
"I'm sorry Danneel... My mind is elsewhere." He started as an attempt to
apologize.
"Let me guess... Jared?" The brunette now had a smile on her face and Jensen
knew she wasn't really mad. She turned off her computer before she made it to
Jensen's desk, sitting on it. "Well you know me... I think it's cute that your
son is the only thing in your mind right now, it shows that you're a good
father. I tell you what, we're gonna take a five minute break, call him, make
sure he's okay and then we're going to finish this."
"Really? I mean this client is really important and..."
Danneel raised both of her hands to interrupt him. "Ackles. Shut up. Call your
son, I'll go get some coffee, looks like we're going to need it."
"Thank you, you're the best!" He replied, but Danneel was already leaving his
office, still smiling.
 She was right, of course she was right, thinking about Jared right now sure
showed that Jensen was a loving and caring father but... He let out another
sigh, eyes falling on the picture on his desk. It was a picture of Jared, at
five years old. He had a bright smile on his face, the one that made everyone
around him smile too. His tiny arms were wrapped around adog's neck. He was
wearing one of Jensen's shirts, over-sized like a nightie, brown hair falling
down his face.
“Promise me you won't ever cut my hair Daddy”, Jared asked him one day, after
he snuck into Jensen's bed after a nightmare, “promise me.”
 Jensen had of course agreed to it, because the boy was beautiful this way and
secondly, Jensen couldn't say no to Jared. Not that the boy would ever accused
of that, no, he was eleven yearsold now and he was making Jensen proud. Before
Jared, Jensen had never seen himself as a dad, his whole life was dedicated to
his job and only to that, he didn't even have time for a woman and said less
time for a family or a baby. Jensen had founded his advertising company,
starting from scratch and now, at 30, he was now the owner of the said company
who was employing over a hundred people and was known across a couple of
states.
Their latest client was a man running for the mayor title in his town, which
means a big client, more work and less time home and less time for Jared. He
remembered too well the day when Cathleen showed up at his doorstep, six
months pregnant, claiming that the baby was his.
"Remember when we've got drunk at that high school reunion? It wasn't a good
idea after all..."
At that time there was nothing Jensen could actually do except wait and man up,
because after all, he wasn't leaving Cathleen alone in this, little did he
know... A few months later, she gave birth to Jared and cliché or not, when he
held the small baby against him, Jensen knew that he could make this work
somehow. Cathleen disappeared a few days after that, ditching Jensen and the
new born baby at the hospital. He never looked for her again and wheneverJared
was asking about his mummy, he changed subject. It wasn't a very mature thing
to dobut one day Jared would be old enough to hear the truth and he would
decide what to do about it.
Right now he was Jensen's little boy, and Jensen wasn't an overprotective
dad... Well he didn't think so, he trusted Jared , just like today, he was
letting the boy stay home after school on his own. They had discussed this
issue during dinner a few times already, Jared trying to convince Jensen that
he didn't need a baby sitter anymore.
"I swear that, I'm old enough, I'll be good I swear." Jared promised, hands
around his daddy's neck, kissing his cheek every time he was saying no or his
infamous "I need more time to think about it." Another thing about Jared, he
was a very touchy kid, always hugging and kissing his dad. Jensen saw nothing
wrong with that. Jared didn't have a mum so it was normal for him to hold on to
his dad like he did.
Once Jared had been able to walk properly, he used to follow Jensen around all
the time, including the bathroom. Jensen had had to take the boy in his arms
and explained to himwhy they couldn't always be together, it had brought tears
to Jared's hazel eyes but he had done his best to hold them down, as if he knew
the sight of him crying broke Jensen's heart.
With that last thought in mind, Jensen took his phone out of his pocket and
dialed home. Maybe Jared was in front of the TV, or reading a book, or maybe in
the shower? If he was in the shower, he wouldn't hear the phone ringing and...
"Dad! I told you not to call me while you were at work! Everything is fine I
swear..." Jensen couldn't help but laugh when he heard Jared's bossy voice over
the phone. He moved into the chair, finally relaxing as he settled himself more
comfortably, pressing the phone against his ear.
"I'm sorry baby, I was just worried you know me..." 
"Well you worry too much... I'm fine!" repeated Jared. "And if you must know
everything, I was making myself a peanut butter sandwich."
"Hmm... Sorry I missed that." sighed Jensen, thinking of how Jared would always
make a mess of himself in the kitchen and then lick his fingers with a smile on
his face. "But don't eat too much otherwise you won't enjoy dinner..." 
"You know me daddy, I'm always hungry! And what are you making for dinner, your
fried chicken?" It was Jared's favorite meal and probably the only thing Jensen
knew how to do properly, it was one of his grandma’s recipes and one day he
intended to teach to Jared how to do it. But not right now, right now the boy
was so clumsy it was actually adorable.
"Hmmm... Well I dunno, it depends of how bad you actually want it..."
Oh my god, what am I saying? Thought Jensen, scratching the back of his head,
he had no time to cook, he would be here for another hour and of course he
would have to bring some work home, so the best thing to do was probably to buy
a pizza on his way home. 
"Please dad I really want it! It's been too long!" Jensen could hear Jared
excitement just from his voice and he just knew the boy was probably bouncing
on his feet, like he did every time he wanted something.
"Yes sure... I'll get everything we need on my way home, you can even help if
you want to!"
"Really? I'd love to help you, will you really let me? I promise I'd be very
careful and listen to everything you say and..." As usual, Jared's ramblings
were absolutely adorable and Jensen was about to answer but Danneel was back in
his office, two cups of coffee in hands.
Yes...
His work. 
As much as he wanted to leave right now and rush to his little boy, Jensen
couldn't just do that. He had a sigh that his son probably heard over the phone
and finally gave him an answer. "
"Of course you can help. Listen Jared, Daddy has to go back to work, okay? But
I'll be home in one hour and we'll cook, okay?" 
"Yeah! Oh and dad?"
"Yes Jared?"
"Can Chris come over? We have some math homework to do and Chris is not very
good and I kinda promise to help him. Will that be okay? I mean if you don't
want to... I can tell him I'm not allowed to have guests when I'm alone, I'm
sure he won't mind."
"Well..."
Jensen's eyes were on Danneel and her powerpoint presentation but truthfully,
his mind was elsewhere. He didn't mind that Jared had friends, hell, he was
happy as long as his kid was happy. The thing was with Chris, one of the other
kid of the neighborhood, he was looking up at Jared in a way that didn't please
Jensen at all. Like Jared meant the world to him, like he would follow him no
matter what... The last time Chris came over their house for a sleepover, he
spent the two days following Jared around like a puppy, only smiling when Jared
was
smiling and... 
Oh god. I'm jealous of an eleven years old.
The thought hit Jensen hard and if he could have, he would have slapped
himself. It was obvious wasn't it? Because Chris got to spend more time with
his Jared than Jensen did.
"Dad? Are you still there?"
Jensen shook his head. Danneel was looking at him expectantly and Jared was
waiting for an answer.
"Yeah... I'm sorry Jared, of course Chris can come over, I don't see why it
should be a problem. "
Jared thanked him quickly and told him to go back to work which Jensen did,
with a weight on his stomach. But it was ridiculous. Because after all, what
could possibly go wrong?
→
It was what Jensen kept telling himself as his mind wander off while he was
working with Danneel. However he had to focus and finally, it was time to go
home. Jensen packed all the files in his briefcase, grabbed his car keys and
almost ran to the parking lot. He was fully aware that it was sad in a way that
his life revolved around an eleven years old boy. His boy. He was always
declining invitation to parties or drinks after work, he had given up dating a
few years back, he had tried really, but the entire evening he was trying to
remember if he had told the baby sitter that Jared liked drinking a cup of
warm milk and eat half a cookie before going to bed. Not to mention that every
sentence Jensen had to offer was always beginning by « my son » or « Jared. ».
But never mind that, he told himself starting the engine.
Jensen drove fast, way ahead of a speed limit and when he parked into the alley
of his house, he was suprised to find the lights off. Maybe Jared was waiting
for him in front of the TV ? The thought of his boy, sprawled out on the couch
in his too small pajamas did warm Jensen's heart. Yeah, Jared's favorite
pajamas consisted in a pair of white short and an iron man shirt, he was too
old for this, like Jensen loved to remind him every time he saw the boy hang
around the house with this particular outfit. The boy did wear those with a
special smile and Jensen couldn't say no to him could he ?
He climbed out of his car, grinning wide as he unlocked the door. 
" Jay ? Daddy's home ! "
No answer.
Jensen frowned and took off his shoes, making his way to the living room. No
lights or TV. Well that was weird, maybe Jared was in his room reading ? Yeah,
that was probably it, right ? Jensen didn't know why but as he started climbing
the stairs up to the bedroom. He breathed in the hallway, seeing some light
coming out of Jared's room. The door was slightly opened and Jensen decided he
would be a good thing to surprise his boy.
He didn't except, halfway to push the door slowly, to hear some moans.
"Oh god... Chris... do that again... Please."
It was Jared's voice. His Jared. Loud and audible with... with something in his
voice that Jensen had never heard. Jensen froze on the spot, mouth suddenly
dry, heart suddenly pounding way to fast inside his chest. Another moan came
from the room and he heard distinctly the sound of a pant being pulled down. 
" Saw this on TV Jared. Gonna make you feel so good, okay ? "
That wasn't Jared's voice and it was what pushed Jensen to open the door all
the way. Say that he wasn't prepared for what was truly happening was an
understatement. Jared, his little boy, his little Jay, was indeed moaning on
his bed. Both cheeks red, eyes closed and hair falling down to his face. His t-
shirt was pushed up and his nipples were red, as if someone had been sucking on
them. And here he was, Chris, right between Jared's legs, pushing Jared's pants
down as he was licking his stomach. Jared whimpered, yes, he whimpered and
Jensen had a gasp as Chris took Jared's little cock inside his mouth. Jared
opened his mouth but no sound came out, an expression of pure bliss on his
face, eyes still tightly shut. One of his hands found Chris' head and he
pushed, spreading his legs, needing more, wanting more.
"Oh … Chris, please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. "
There were many acceptable ways for Jensen to react here. First he had to stop
this and tell Chris to get the fuck out of here. And then he needed to have a
serious conversation with Jared about sex and protection. Or maybe ground Jared
for a while and never talk about this ever again. But Jensen just stood there,
watching the little brat suck Jared's dick and that damn kid was actually
enjoying himself, he took the small dick in and out of his mouth
moaning, lapping and licking as if Jared was a candy, eyes opened to watch
Jared's every reaction. And Jared is moaning. So loud in fact it was affecting
Jensen, he didn't know his boy could make those sound, or twist himself like
that to have more... Nor did he know that Jared loved to have his cock sucked.
Jensen would have made a much greater job than this stupid kid, people always
told him that he had a mouth to give blow job, and he'd be a liar if he said
he had never practised, he had been to high school after all. And he was ready
to do anything for Jared, anything the boy asked him to do, his boy just had to
ask.
His. 
Jensen was trembling now. And he knew why. He knew it was anger. Because Jared
was his and no one would be touching his boy except him. Jared was his to love,
kiss, worship and adore. And he knew what he had to do, just yell and tell
Chris to get out and... However Jared spared him the trouble by opening his
eyes. They fell right on his daddy and they stared at each other for a few
seconds, a myriad of emotions crossing Jared's features, first he was
suprised, then shame and finally fear. Jared moved first, cheeks redder than
ever, pushing Chris away. 
"Shit... I... Chris get off me, please I... dad I'm so, so, so sorry."
At first, Chris didn't want to pull away but as soon as Jared pronounced the
word Dad, he didn't try to resist. He pulled back and when he saw Jensen, his
eyes opened why, his lower lip trembling.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."
"I think you should go home Chris." Jensen was surprised to hear his voice, it
wasn't shaking, he wasn't screaming, it was paused and measured as if he had
been in control of whatever the hell was going on here. 
"I … you're right, I'm sorry Mr Ackles I should..."
Chris turned to Jared, however the latter was still looking at Jensen. His
shirt was still up somehow, showing the traces of saliva on his skin and his
small cock was exposed. And Jared was still hard. Jensen's green eyes couldn't
look away from his son's cock and he barely noticed Chris' leaving. He only
breathed again when far away in the distance, the door was shut roughly Chris
probably run home. Jensen looked up to Jared's face, he still looked afraid.
Jensen didn't know what to say. He was lost. Lost because his little boy wasn't
that innocent. Because someone else had dared to touch him. And mostly, because
he wanted to do so many things to Jared, so many things that he shouldn't want.
Like go on his knees and allow Jared to come like he desperately needed, yes,
feel the boy on his tongue and feel his come flowing inside his mouth. And kiss
him, kiss him good and dirty so he could feel himself on Jensen's tongue.
"Dad I'm so..." 
Jensen interrupted him by raising one hand.
"You should go shower, I'll go start dinner." were Jensen's only words before
he rushed downstairs, heading to the kitchen. It's only there that he realized
that he had been so desperate to get home that he had forgotten to buy the
chicken.
→ 
It was actually the first time Jared and Jensen ate in silence. Jensen, after
finally being able to close his eyes without seeing Jared's little tiny cock
being swallowed by that pricked, ordered a pizza. He flinched a little as he
hung up the phone, hearing the sound of the water. His little boy was under the
shower. A more than vivid image of a naked Jared with water rolling down down
his skin came to Jensen's mind and stopped, right in the middle of getting some
money from his jacket. Stop that right now. He told himself. This was wrong.
Sure, he loved Jared more than everything else in the world. Hell, Jared was
his world, his little boy and he had to make sure he was alright... right?
Except kissing him wasn't part of the plan. 
When the water stopped running, Jensen grabbed his jacket and hid in his office
until the door rang, indicating the pizza was there. Sure, it wasn't a mature
thing to do but he felt safer in his office. When he opened the door, Jared was
right beside it, looking way too beautiful to be true. He was wearing one of
Jensen's old shirt and nothing else, his hair was still wet and by the smell,
Jensen could tell he had been using his shampoo all over again. The picture was
perfect except for the fact that Jared's yes were puffy and red, he had been
crying under the shower, there was no doubt of it.
“Daddy I...” The door rang again and Jensen had no choice but to leave his boy
right here, in the hallway. Jensen paid the man quickly and took the pizza, he
turned around to face Jared, who was still giving him the same look. Jensen had
a sigh and managed a smile, hoping to show Jared he wasn't mad. If anything, he
was jealous. Jealous of what Jared had let that other boy do to him. Jealous of
what he wanted that other boy to do to him. They ate sitting on the couch, the
TV in the background. Jensen tried to focus on the news but it was hopeless.
Same for the pizza, he wasn't really that hungry anymore.
“Dad?” After what seemed to be a long time of silence, Jared finally spoke
again. 
“Hmm?” Jensen didn't look at him, instead he pretended he could eat another
slice of pizza, the ones Jared had left for him. 
“I'll just go to bed okay?” 
Jensen turned to finally look at his son. Jared was clearly expecting him to
say something. Maybe hold him, say he would read him a story because that was
what Jensen did whenever he had a time. Except that Jensen didn't trust himself
tonight. 
“Yeah do that son, I'll work a little more in my office and then I'll come to
say goodnight okay?”
Jensen stood up and he just gathered enough strength to ruffle Jared's hair
before he grabbed the pizza box to hide in the kitchen. When he came back into
the living room, Jared was nowhere to be seen.
“Well that's it; you're officially the worse father in the entire world.”
It was just shock. Tomorrow he would kiss Jared on his temple like every
morning, take his little boy in his arms and then they will have a serious
conversation about sex. That was it. Half convinced, Jensen turned off the TV
and headed for his office, hoping to get some work done. And it actually paid
off, taking his mind elsewhere and when Jensen finally yawned, eyes drifting
from his computer screen to the clock, he realized that it was 1 a.m. Going to
bed now will be good, especially since he had to take Jared to school and he
really wanted to have that conversation with his little boy before he went to
work.
When Jensen pushed the door of his bedroom, he was welcomed by darkness. He
took off his shirt, ready to collapse on his bed and sleep right way before he
heard the distinct sound of some covers moving. He frowned and switched on the
light.
“Jared... what are you still doing up?” 
The boy was on his elbow, looking up to his dad. The picture was all wrong.
Jared inside of his too big shirt, on his bed. Jensen's eyes travelled fast on
his naked legs and he couldn't help but find them beautiful. Of course he knew
Jared was beautiful, he had never doubted it, but it was another thing to see
so much skin on display and it was something else entirely to want to crawl on
the bed right next to him, kiss him, touch him and discover what would have the
boy moaning.
“I...” Jared took a deep breath, moving on the bed. He was now kneeling on the
covers, still looking at Jensen. “I just needed to make sure of something.” 
“Oh... and what is that?”
“Daddy are you mad at me?”
Jensen's face twitched and before he could stop himself, he was right there, in
front of the boy. He dropped to his knees and took Jared's soft and small hands
into his, Jensen watched their fingers intertwined together and then his gaze
drifted to Jared's face. The boy was obviously afraid of the answer. Jensen
offered him a soft smile, tightening his grip on Jared's fingers.
“Jared I'm not mad okay?”
“Really because you didn't talk while we were eating and I thought... Dad I'm
so sorry I know what I did was wrong and I shouldn't have but I wanted to and
Chris was just there, I know it sounds silly but I don't know how else to
explain it...”
“Jared please breathe!” Jensen interrupted his boy, not sure he was ready to
hear about him and Chris. Jared exhaled deeply, biting his lower lip so he
wouldn't keep on talking. “Okay so first of all I'm not lying. I'm not mad at
you Jared. I'm just surprised. You do know sex is kind of a big deal right?”
Jared nodded quickly, his lips turning redder because he was still biting it.
“And you say you wanted to. It's normal to want things like... that Jared. I
mean you're growing up, your body is going to change. But next time you feel
like... doing something like this, you need to tell me first okay?” Jensen was
hoping his voice wasn't weak and all of this actually made sense to Jared.
The little boy nodded again and Jensen smile grew bigger, Jared was definitely
too cute for words. Jensen ruffled his hair softly and his son seemed to relax,
enjoying the touch.
“So Dad... If I like boys. Is that okay?”
Jensen had been dreading the question, the fact that Jared was only 11 made it
even more unrealistic. “No. I won't judge you and I will love you no matter
what, you just decide. But don't do anything you don't want to do, okay? 
And please don't let that boy touch you ever again, but Jensen couldn't say
that, could he?
“Thanks Daddy.”
“I've got another question... what if...” Jared run his tongue on his lips
looking for the right words and Jensen followed the tip of pink flesh, heart
pounding inside his chest. “What if while Chris was touching me... I was
thinking about someone else... is that bad?” Jensen's heart seemed to stop when
he heard his son asked this new question: Jared's cheeks were slightly pink now
and he was bouncing a bit on the bed, hands still inside Jensen. As if he was
nervous. Crap. Thought Jensen. Jared had already someone else in mind. Of
course. He probably had a crush on someone older at his school and Jensen had
had to be the mature one and listen, not pretending to be jealous and advise
his little boy. 
“No. Well...” Jensen cleared his throat, not knowing what to say. “When you say
think about someone else... what do you mean exactly?”
“I... “ Jared blushed even harder know, his thumb tracing Jensen's palm. “I'm
in love with him.”
“Oh.”
There was absolutely nothing Jensen could say or that he wanted to say. The
logic would want him to reassure his little boy and tell him it was normal to
feel this way and make sure he wouldn't be hurt. Oh and also find out who was
that special someone. And make sure his little boy wouldn't be hurt. 
“Dad please say something, you're scaring me.”
“Oh sorry it's just... It's kinda surprising for me that's all.” 
“Really dad?” Jensen had a resigned sign as Jared wrapped his small arms around
Jensen's neck. Jensen shivered a bit at the contact, feeling his naked skin's
around Jared's. The contact was nice and for a brief moment, Jensen thought of
wrapping his own arm around Jared's small waist and bring the boy closer to
him. Like he would any other night. But this wasn't any other night. And even
if it was, it felt nothing like it.
However Jared was smiling, Jensen didn't know why, he couldn't quite see how
any of this could be funny but he remained silent and waited for Jared to
explain. “I'm in love with you Daddy. And when Chris was touching me... I was
thinking of you, of your hands and your lips... I know this is probably wrong
but I wanna love you Dad and I want you to let me love you too, it'll be good I
swear.” 
It took Jensen some time to register what Jared, his little boy had just said
and even more to realize that the latter had his lips pressed against Jensen's.
Jensen had a gasped because be was surprised and it only gave Jared the
opportunity to slip his tongue inside his father's mouth and Jensen's eyes
opened wide when he realized that Jared was looking for his tongue to kiss him.
He's eleven years old, whose mouth tasted like toothpaste and candy, a very
strange and disturbing combination, was trying to kiss him. And Jensen wanted
to kiss him back. But no, it was wrong. He tried to pull away, to get up but
Jared clung desperately to him, making a noise that would make one thing that
he was hurt. The boy wasn't hurt, he just didn't want his daddy to pull away
from him.
Jensen tried to talk but there was nothing past Jared's mouth and giving up, he
let the boy do what he wanted and finally Jared got it right, his tongue
pressing shyly against his dad's, lapping and caressing every corner of the
man's mouth. Jared was giving him a sloppy and uncoordinated kiss. And yet it
felt sweet, yet it felt absolutely perfect and when Jensen finally kissed him
back, he made that sound, shivering against his daddy, small hands finding his
hair. And Jensen knew just like that, as Jared did his best to press himself
even more, he knew that he was doomed. The kiss was so much more now that he
was giving back, amazed to feel Jared like that, to taste him, to feel the boy
trying to follow the pace, how his tongue was too big to fit into Jared's
mouth...
Jensen hand to pull away, even if he didn't want to, even if he like the way
Jared was pulling his hair trying to have more, he had to. Jared whimpered,
opening his hazel eyes, a frown on his face. “Daddy...” He moaned, face so
close to Jensen, he could feel his son's breath against his face. “Please...” 
“Jared I...” Gosh how was he supposed to think when Jared's fingers were
playing with the bit of hair he had on the back of his neck. Jensen took a deep
breath, knowing he had to talk some sense into the boy. “Jared we can't. You
don't want this. I'm your daddy.”
“Yes I know that daddy...” Jared whined, suddenly sounding so much younger that
he really was, his voice a mixture of a moan and a plea. And the way that he
kept saying Daddy... It shouldn't be a turned on but it was, Jensen was more
than weak and damn it had be way too long since he actually let himself let go.
So yeah, he was half hard in his pants because his son, his Jared, was calling
him Daddy. “But don't you want me too? Don't you love me?” Sadness crossed
Jared features for a brief moment, the boy suddenly insecure. 
“Of course I love you Jared.” replied automatically Jensen. “There's no one I
love more than you and of course I want to take care of you but...” 
“No, no, no but... I want you to take care of me too.” Jared removed Jensen's
hands on his waist and placed them against his waist, urging him. “Please, I
need you. I really want you to touch me Daddy, to make me feel good and...”
Jared was blushing by now, face completely red, like he couldn't really say
what he wanted. “And touch me everywhere Dad. On my cock, and your fingers, I
wanted them inside inside of me daddy all of them...” 
“Jesus fuck, Jared...”
Jared gasped, not used to hear his daddy swear but it wasn't Jensen's fault. He
knew Jared was just saying what he wanted, plain and simple, it was just dirty
and it was doing nothing to help Jensen's hard on, quite the contrary.
“Do you want to do that, daddy?” Jared grabbed his wrist with shaky fingers,
breath ghosting over Jensen's knuckles. Jensen didn't have any self control
left to stop the growl that left his lips. If Jared's ass was just as sweet as
his mouth, he sure wanted to be the first one to bury his fingers inside his
little boy's hole. “Because I really want you to do that. I need you to put
your fingers inside of me.” whispered Jared as if he was ashamed of it.
And Jensen couldn't say no to Jared, he could never say no to his little boy,
so he kissed him again, taking full control of the kiss that time, not having
enough of Jared's small mouth. He crushed Jared's tender lips hard, tongue
invading his mouth and basically taking everything Jared had to offer. Soon,
the little boy was against the mattress, Jensen's upper body on the top of him,
kneels still on the floor. Jared's small hands were moving fast on his naked
back as they were kissing, pressing against his neck, his shoulder blade,
tracing his spine. It was as if he was trying to memorize every single inch of
his dad.
Jensen him was learning how to properly kiss his boy. Jared liked harsh and
rough kisses that left him breathless, hips raising against his dad's stomach,
Jensen feeling his small hard on as the little boy was rubbing himself against
his dad, making the sweetest sound, nails crazing over Jensen's skin. Sure,
after this, Jensen was going to Hell however it truly felt like heaven.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy...” mumbled Jared, head falling to one side after another
dizzy kiss, Jensen now abusing his neck. He sucked and bit the skin down there,
right where he could feel Jared's pulse, his boy shivering and moaning every
single time. And Jensen just knew he would find himself doing this again very
soon, looking for new ways to make his boy plead him with that voice.
The shirt came off very easily. Too easily as if Jared could read him and he
raised his arms naturally, revealing his skin to his dad. It wasn't the first
he saw Jared naked and yet it seemed different. He knew that the scar on
Jared's elbow was from two years ago when he decided to ride his back on the
street and fell. Just like he knew how much beauty spot Jared's got on his
chest, three to be more precise. It was another thing however to see Jared
hard, small little harden cock resting on his stomach, already shining because
of drops of pre-cum had already escaped from the tip. 
Jensen took his time, yes traveling up and down Jared's body, wanting to
remember his son like this at any time. Even at work, he wanted to be able to
close his eyes and picture Jared like this, naked and perfect on his bed, lips
red because of their kisses, eyes seeming now brown, lips parted, a mark on his
neck, chest moving as he breathed deeply. 
“Dad please.”
“Don't worry Jay.” he whispered against the boy's skin. “Daddy's going to take
care of you.” 
Jared offered him a bright smile and Jensen had to kiss him again before he
went to explore his skin. He didn't leave any corner of his chest and stomach
untouched. He kissed and bit both of Jared's nipples, delighted only when they
were both red, Jared being a mess underneath him, just moaning daddy and yes in
the most elicit way, not really making any sense. Jensen loved that and his
tongue went lower, lapping Jared's stomach, eyes glued on the boy's face to
watch every single one of his reaction, to know what he crave more and what he
needed the best. Jared lost it and bolted on the bed as Jensen sucked on his
hipbones, the sound so loud and very obscene in the room. 
“Daddy please, please, please don't stop.” begged Jared, his hands lost in
Jensen's hair.
“Shhh...” Jensen blew over Jared's sensitive skin, the one he had just sucked.
“Daddy got you okay?” 
There was just so much of Jared that Jensen wanted to explore, he didn't want
to rush this and yet, his nose almost brushing Jared's little cock, he knew his
boy wouldn't last long. However he had to give him what he wanted. He just had
to. Without even thinking twice about it, Jensen spread his little boy legs
opened, exposing him more than ever. Jared was just so beautiful, he couldn't
believe he had never thought of doing this earlier. He planted a kiss right
there, on the smooth skin of Jared's ass and was rewarded by Jared screaming
loud and clear into the room. Jensen repeated the operation, dragging his
tongue slowly on Jared's ass cheek, happy to feel his boy shiver and moan
underneath his tongue, moving like he could on the bed to have more.
Slowly, Jensen's tongue reached the crack of Jared's ass, the boy making the
sweetest pleas. One of his hands was still in Jensen's hair, the other on his
forehead, like he was too hot or something like that. His left leg was hooked
over Jensen's shoulder for balance, heel pressing against this daddy's back.
Urging him to have more.
“Please, please, oh daaad...” Jared moaned into the cover, head falling to one
side as Jensen dared to pushed his tongue between his two ass cheeks. Jensen
didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't him spreading his son's
far further open with rough hands just so he could run his tongue across his
hole. “Daddy, daddy no.” Jensen froze right on the spot, ready to step away, so
sure this was too much for his baby boy. “I want your fingers, inside please,
please..”
Of course. How could he forget that? He had been so caught up with Jared's
taste that he had forgotten the most important thing: please his son and
nothing else. He didn't make him wait any longer as his thumb was now circling
his hole, just the tip inside of Jared. Jensen watched his son in awe, Jared's
hips already moving like he was trying to swallow Jensen's finger, heat coming
from his body. He was just so tight.
The boy opened his eye, looking into Jensen's one, clearly wanting more.
“Please. I can take it, I swear I just want you...” Jared mouth opened into a
perfect shaped O when his Jensen finally gave in and slowly pushed his finger
all the way inside. Jared remained silent for a few seconds, eyes half closed,
body still. Jensen was about to withdraw his finger when the boy opened his
eyes again, offering him a bright smile. God he was so beautiful... “More
please daddy more.”
“I don't want to hurt you.” Jensen leaned closed and kissed his son, planting
small kisses on his lips, his node, his cheeks, as his finger was slowly
moving, slowly stretching open Jared, a little bit more every time he moved his
wrist.
“Daddy...” Jared wrapped one arm around Jensen's neck kissing him deeply.
“Please you won't hurt me, please, please, please I need it.”
It was all Jensen needed to push a second finger into Jared, amazed to feel him
this tight around his fingers. It seemed unreal and just pure torture that
Jensen was moving his fingers so slowly while Jared was moving his whole body
on the bed, trying to have more. The movement was unbalanced, uncoordinated
however it didn't lake sensuality and Jensen wondered if Jared knew how sexual
and how sexy he was right now.
The third finger came very easily, Jensen pushing a little bit more, whispering
soft words to Jared's ear. “You're so beautiful, Daddy I love you, you know
that right, you're my sweet little boy are you.” Jared couldn't talked he
seemed overwhelmed by the sensation, only nodding furiously, still fighting
Jensen's slow rhythm. “Pl... Please daddy.” He moaned softly. “I wanna be full
of you daddy, please, please.” 
And Jensen kissed him as he pushed his last two fingers inside Jared's hole, a
little bit looser now. Jared moaned into the kiss as Jensen went as deep as he
could, fingers breaking Jared's last line of resistance and making his son come
nice and slow, both his hands pulling Jensen's hands so hard it actually did
hurt. Jensen pulled back from the kiss, looking down at Jared's stomach, seeing
the come on his skin. Jensen withdrew his fingers from Jared's ass and moved
Jared's body like it was nothing, licking his son's come. Jared was only
whimpering now, body going limp and when Jensen crawled into the bed next to
him, he seemed exhausted, eyes half closed, a sly smile on his face. He
breathed slowly before caressing Jensen's face.
“I love you Daddy.”
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