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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jared_Padalecki/Other(s)
  Character:
      Samantha_Ferris, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Character, Sibling_Incest, Roleplay, Incest_Play, Age
      Difference, Oral_Sex, Deepthroating, Dirty_Talk, Mildly_Dubious_Consent,
      Angst, Therapy, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Baggage, Hurt_Jared
      Padalecki, Past_Relationship(s)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-01 Words: 6220
****** Time to Pretend ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     Jensen is a social worker and Jared is a troubled teenager who winds
     up in his office. Jensen knows it's wrong, but sometimes playing
     pretend is the best way to help.
Notes
     Dear giftee, I went with your first prompt and tried to throw in some
     of your other likes. I hope this works for you!
     I apologize for my general hand-waveyness about social work, foster
     care, and child protection bureaucracy. Thank you to verucasalt123
     for the beta read!
 
“Got a case for you, Ackles.” A thin folder plunks down on Jensen's desk.
 
Jensen sighs and pushes his glasses up, laying his pencil down neatly before
looking up at Jeff.
 
“Jeff, come on, you know I'm backed up already...” Jensen waves his hand
towards the tower of manila folders on his desk. “Can't Samantha take it?”
 
“Tried that already. But this one seems to clam up when the grown-ups come in.
Can you just try to talk to him?”
 
Jensen rubs his temples and closes his eyes. Three cups of coffee had done
almost nothing to make up for four hours of sleep, as the headache creeping up
behind his left eye reminds him. When Jensen had gotten his social work degree
he'd never imagined that his working life would involve so many late nights
with paper work and so few hours actually helping the troubled kids he wanted
to be talking to.
 
“Jensen, please. He seems like a good kid, ok? It's just a simple fight report,
he got into some shit at school. You know how it is when they're in the system,
fight like that wouldn't even show up if he were with his folks. And I, uh...”
Jeff clears his throat and looks behind Jensen's desk before continuing. “I
think it may have had something to do with his orientation.” Jeff whispers it
through his teeth, and Jensen reminds himself that Jeff means well and honestly
thinks he's being sensitive.
 
“Jeff, I swear to god,” Jensen groans and stretches as he stands up, raising
his eyebrows at his supervisor. “If there isn't another coffee on my desk when
I'm back, I'm quitting.” Jeff smiles at the empty threat and nods. “Sure thing,
kiddo.”
 
Jensen grabs a report sheet and tucks a pen behind his ear, swilling down the
last few gulps of lukewarm caffeine before heading into the yellow room. The
interview rooms were color-coded in various shades of blue, yellow, and green,
all meant to be soothing and conducive to the psychological evaluations the
state required.
 
Jensen snorts as he rounds the corner, eyeing the newest layer of graffiti in
the reception area. The colors may have been nice fifteen years ago, but now
they were faded and stained, scratched up with curse words, gang symbols and a
truly staggering array of cartoon penises. They did their best to cover up what
they could, but their budget would make a shoestring look bloated.
 
Stopping to nod at Loretta and tell her to stay outside but within earshot,
Jensen takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair before going into
the room. It wasn't this kid's fault that Jensen had barely slept, and he
deserved at least half his attention. At 28 Jensen is by far the youngest
caseworker in his department, and he still got nerves before meeting a new kid.
Especially a gay one.
 
Jensen's sexual orientation is hardly a secret, although he often jokes that
being gay implies actually sleeping with other men, something he hasn't done
since he and Chris broke up. But Jensen had heard enough horror stories about
trumped-up allegations to make sure the security guard was close enough to
testify the he hadn't made a pass at the kid or any other bullshit these
glorified ambulance-chasers could make up.
 
Jensen adjusts his glasses one last time and pushes the door open.
 
“Good afternoon, my name is Jensen Ackles. I'm here to perform your state-
mandated assessment...” Jensen trails off as he sets his paperwork down on the
pitted surface of the desk, forgetting the rest of his introduction as he looks
at the kid hunched over in his chair. He's coltish, mile-long legs folded up
against the desk, skinny arms crossed over his chest. He's got one sleeve of
his sweatshirt pushed up, fingernail absently picking over a scratch on his
forearm. His hair is long, shaggy bangs pushed over his face like a curtain. He
looks up at Jensen through a parted V in his hair and tugs his sleeve down,
looking Jensen up and down before he ineffectually blows his hair to the side
with a long puff of breath.
 
Jensen pulls the pen out from behind his ear, rolling it in his fingers as he
thinks about sweeping all that hair off his face. Jesus christ, his eyes.
Jensen's not sure he's ever seen that many colors before, slanting up to eye
him with suspicion. His lips look chewed over, slightly chapped, but even that
can't hide what a pretty mouth he has, pink and full beneath an adorable nose.
This kid is fucking gorgeous.
 
“I'd like to ask you some questions, Jared, would that be alright?” Jensen
settles himself into the plastic chair across from Jared, uncapping his pen and
pushing his glasses on top of his head. He doesn't need them to write, and he
knows he looks younger without them.
 
Jared seems to relax at that, tentatively pushing his hair back before drumming
his fingers against the desk and shrugging.
 
“Yeah, sure.”
 
The interview isn't anything special. Jared Padalecki, age 16, no priors but a
significant history of shuffling through the foster care system. Jensen knew
all that from his cursory run through the paper work. The fight was pretty much
what he'd suspected, some asshole calling him a fag and picking a fight. Jensen
gets the feeling Jared could have hurt the kid a whole lot more than he did,
and he's pretty sure the other kid would have deserved it.
 
“It's just hard sometimes, you know? I mean, there's stuff on TV about gay
people now but, like, that doesn't seem to matter where I go to school.” Jared
rolls his eyes and slumps in his chair. “Whatever, I'm going to go to college.
My English teacher, Mr. Whitfield, has been helping me apply for some
scholarships and stuff, prep classes for the SATs and stuff like that.”
 
Jensen puts his pen down and rests his elbows on the table. “Jared, that's
wonderful.” If he had a nickel for every kid who told him he wanted to go to
college, Jensen could trade them in for a dime. “And just so you know, all this
stuff at school, with jerks like this kid? It's not forever. It gets better.”
 
Jared narrows his eyes, pursing his lips. “I've seen that website, dude.”
 
Jensen laughs. “Well, fine. But it's true, seriously. It really does, trust me,
I should know.” Jensen cringes inwardly at that last part, stupid mouth always
running away with him.
 
Jared's eyes widen, looking Jensen over and blushing slightly. “Oh.” Jared
makes a few false starts, biting his lip and flipping his hair back. “So
you're, uh-”
 
“Yeah.” Jensen smiles, trying to rein in some of his warmth because this is not
something he's supposed to talk about. If rule number one was don't lay a hand
on a patient, rule number two was keeping your private life private. He glances
at the clock and realizes they've gone ten minutes over his allotted interview
time.
 
“Look, we're pretty much done here. Jared, I'm happy to sign your paperwork,
and frankly, I don't think you did anything wrong.” Jared's sheepish smile has
Jensen opening his stupid mouth before he can think the better of it.
 
“And hey, if you ever need to talk about, you know, stuff, you can give me a
call, OK? Off the record, I promise.” He hands Jared a card after scrawling his
cell number across the back.
 
“OK, cool.” Jared tucks the card into the back pocket of his baggy jeans,
ducking his head and smiling. “Thanks.”
 
Jensen walks him out to the hallway, making sure Jared has subway fare before
signaling to Loretta that Jared's cleared to go. Jensen watches him walk out of
the office, trying not to stare at his ass. Loretta seems to have no such
problem, sighing to herself before returning to her Sudoku book.
 
“Oh, you idiot.” Jensen rubs his temples with his fingertips before picking up
the weak-looking coffee Jeff had left on his desk. He knows all of the
caseworkers bend the rules for some of their favorite kids. Jeff might act like
a hardass, but Jensen knew he bought winter coats for the entire McEnroe gang,
and Samantha could have gone to Cancun and back with the money she spent on
birth control for the working girls she usually got assigned to.
 
But Jeff is happily married to that hot wife of his, and Samantha definitely
isn't checking out the teenage hookers she talked to off-hours.
 
Jensen sips his coffee and leans back, telling himself that nothing will come
of it. It's not like Jared will actually call him. He seems like he won't get
into any more trouble, so this is probably the last Jensen will see of him.
 
~^~
 
Two glasses of Malbec and a burger is hardly the dinner of champions, but
Jensen doesn't really care. He has resolutely declared this a night off,
paperwork locked in his desk until tomorrow. He's sprawled on the couch, head
pillowed against his arm as he scrolls through the on-demand menu on his TV.
 
He almost ignores the chirping sound when his phone rings, rolling his eyes as
he fumbles out to grab it off the coffee table. He narrows his eyes as he sees
the unfamiliar number, recognizing the local area code.
 
“Hello?” Jensen clears his throat, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he
hears a shaky breath on the other end.
 
“Uh, hi, this is Jared, um, Jared Padalecki?” Jensen feels his stomach do a
bizarre flip, half thrilled and half “oh fuck me.”
 
“Hi, Jared.” Jensen sits up, eyebrows drawing together. Fuck, the kid sounds
like he's half-way to crying already. “What's up? Are you alright?”
 
“Hey. I just, um...” Jared takes a deep breath, and Jensen can almost hear him
trying to keep himself under control. “Something really bad happened and I
can't tell my foster mom or she'll freak out and I just didn't know who else to
call and I'm sorry this was a really bad idea and I should just go-” It all
comes out in a rush, breaking off as Jared sniffles loudly.
 
“Hey, hey, Jared,” Jensen rushes to answer before Jared hangs up, because he's
pretty sure Jared's on a pay phone and he can't stand the thought of losing him
when he sounds so upset. “Look, do you want to come over and talk about it?”
 
“Can I? I mean, you're sure you won't mind?” Jared sniffles again, and fuck,
Jensen's never wanted to hug someone so badly. Jensen gives him the address and
rubs the bridge of his nose, leaning his head back against the sofa.
 
Oh, Ackles, you fucking moron. Inviting a kid over was a bad idea to start
with, but one Jensen had maybe sort of already thought about naked and ass-up
on his bed? That's just monumental stupidity. But it isn't like he can just
turn him away. Jensen would feel awful if Jared went out and did something
stupid just because Jensen was worried he couldn't keep it in his pants. He'd
just talk to the kid, make sure he's safe and sound, and send him home. That's
all.
 
Jared's wearing the same clothes as before when he shows up, but his hair looks
messier, like he's been playing ball or dancing or pressed up against a wall
with some guy's hands tangled in his hair and fuck if that doesn't make
Jensen's jaw tick with jealousy.
 
“Hey.” Jared's shoulders are stooped, backpack slung over one side as he
fiddles with the strap. Jensen fights the urge to cluck his tongue and make him
stand up straight, because nothing that good-looking should be hiding behind
bad posture and a wall of hair.
 
“Hey, Jared, come in.” Jensen opens the door and lets Jared pass, closing it
behind him and tapping his fingers against the lock like a mantra. Safe, sound,
send him home.
 
Jensen doesn't pressure him for answers, figuring he'll talk when he's ready.
He just gets two cans of soda and sits as far on the other end of the couch as
possible, which is difficult with Jared's legs sprawling out in eighteen
different directions. God, those legs would look good wrapped around Jensen's
shoulders, ankles up by his ears and holy shit this is not a good train of
thought. Jensen stares at the coffee table and pointedly thinks about that time
he'd walked in on his parents.
 
“Thanks.” Jared sips his Pepsi and looks around the room, picking absently at a
small hole on the knee of his jeans. None of Jared's clothes seem to fit right,
everything a little too short or a little too baggy to contain him. They're all
probably third or fourth-generation hand-me-downs.
 
“No problem.” Jensen leans back, pushing his glasses back up on his head which
sadly leaves Jared's face a little fuzzy around the edges. It's probably for
the best as Jared sighs and pushes his bangs off his face, because Jensen's
sure he looks fucking gorgeous even if he is a little hazy.
 
“It's my brother.” Jared bites his lip and rolls his eyes, like he's not sure
whether to smile or be angry. “He got picked up. For hustling.”
 
Jensen tries to keep his eyebrows from shooting up and mostly succeeds, pursing
his lips and putting on his therapist face.
 
“I see.” Jensen remembers something about a brother from Jared's file, but it
hadn't really stuck out at the time. “How old is he?”
 
Jared snorts and turns to look at Jensen. “Just turned 18.”
 
Jensen manages to keep himself from cursing. Jared clearly knows what that
means, like any kid would with his history.
 
“I'm sorry to hear that, Jared.” Jensen pulls his glasses off his head and
fiddles with the arm. “I'll see if I can do anything, OK?” What Jensen could do
about it is exactly jack and shit, but what else can he say? Once a kid aged
out of the system there was nothing Jensen or any other caseworker could do to
mitigate a sentence.
 
Jared smiles bitterly, a tight pull of his lips that doesn't reach his eyes. “I
know you can't do shit about it, it's fine. I just...” Jared presses the side
of his hand against his eyes, and Jensen can see the bob of his adam's apple as
he struggles not to cry.
 
“It's all my fault,” Jared says softly, pulling his knees up to his chest and
wrapping his arms around them. Jensen grabs the box of tissues from the side
table and places it next to Jared, who doesn't even seem to notice. He looks
devastated, like they always do. Jensen often thinks the violent ones are
better off, the kids who turn all that anger outwards and hate the world. Those
kids could learn to keep a handle on that shit and function for the most part.
Kids like Jared, the ones who blame themselves for everything and take it all
on themselves, Jensen worried about them a lot more.
 
“Jared.” Jensen puts his glasses back on, folding his hands in his lap before
he speaks. “Your brother made a choice, and it wasn't the best one, but it was
his to make. I'm sure he had his reasons for it, and hopefully he'll get a
sympathetic judge and he'll be able to turn himself around. But Jared, look,
that choice he made? That had nothing to do with you.” Jensen takes a sip from
his can, watching Jared's face as he sits stone-still. “You're a good kid,
Jared, I mean, you're thinking about college and having a future. You can't let
other people's mistakes hold you back. Your brother isn't your responsibility.
And you know what? If he really cares about you, he'd say the same thing.
Anyone who loves you would want you to succeed and actually make something out
of yourself.”
 
Jensen has seen this so many times. Family means everything to kids in the
system, and Jensen can just imagine Jared's feelings of guilt towards his older
brother. He'd probably been the one to take care of them if they'd lived on the
streets, and god knows he wouldn't be the first kid who'd turned a trick to
feed his younger sibling. It was practically textbook stuff.
 
“It's not your fault, Jared.”
 
Jensen's expecting Jared to start crying, or maybe get angry and defend his
right to hate himself. He'd seen that often enough. He's not expecting Jared to
surge over to Jensen's end of the couch, graceful despite his awkward size, and
kiss Jensen hard enough to click their teeth together.
 
Jensen's brain makes a valiant attempt to remind him of a million reasonable,
sane, legal reasons that he should get Jared off him immediately, none of which
seem nearly as reasonable as running his hand along the curve of Jared's waist
and kissing him back. Jared licks into his mouth eagerly, tongue rushing out
too hard and too fast and it just feels wrong.
 
“Jared.” Jensen manages to pull away and stare up at the smirking face above
him, although there's no humor in it. “What's wrong?”
 
Jared snorts and leans down to kiss him again, softer this time but empty
somehow, hollow like the little laugh Jared lets out.
 
“Think you know everything about me, huh? Just some nice kid in a bad
situation, shame about his brother, probably blames himself.” Jared moves his
head side to side, sing-songing the last part as he smiles bitterly.
 
“You read my file, right?” Jensen nods in answer, trying to focus and remember
anything notable about it. There'd been something about the brother, a
separation? It hadn't seemed incredibly important at the time.
 
“Wanna know why they separated us?” So that was it. Jared leans down, running
his lips along the shell of Jensen's ear like he's telling a secret.
 
“They caught us.” Jared whispers it long and slow, running his hand down
Jensen's chest. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears, frozen in place
because more than he wants it to stop he wants to hear more. “Foster dad walked
in while I was sucking my brother off.”
 
Jared looks down at him triumphantly, Jensen's mouth hanging open despite years
of schooling his poker face. He'd had even less practice schooling his dick,
which was half-way to hard already and only getting closer as Jensen pictures
Jared's sweet little lips all stretched and pink.
 
“He was deep, you know? Where it's all wet and you can hear it.” Jared's long
fingers skate over the worn cotton of Jensen's t-shirt, drumming them to inch
the fabric up and leave Jensen shivering. “Had a hand in my hair, and the other
one …” Jared's fingers trail over bare skin, worry-bitten fingernail teasing at
the thin line of hair running under Jensen's belly button.
 
Jared chuckles at the huff of breath Jensen lets out, tapping his fingers
against Jensen's stomach as he leans down to breathe against Jensen's neck.
“Three-fingers deep in my ass while I beat my dick off, favorite way to do it.”
 
“Jesus.” Jensen squeezes his eyes shut, trying to remember how to breathe or at
least move, but he just settles on staying quiet. He knows it's fucked but if
he opens his mouth there's a 50 percent shot he's gonna beg Jared to tell him
more.
 
It isn't like he had a thing for it, not really, but he'd read some stories and
seen some porn and god, fuck, it's just…
 
“Fucked up, right?” Jared juts his jaw out, all challenge and self-certainty as
he pulls his hand back. “Still want to help me? Still think I'm some poor kid
who should go to college and have a future and shit?” Jared rolls his eyes. “Of
course not. You just think I'm some sick freak weirdo.” Jared loses a little
bit of his edge with that one, shoulder drooping back down. It's enough to snap
Jensen out of his reverie.
 
“Did he make you?” Jensen sits up more, leaning in to let his hands roam up
Jared's back, reassuring strokes up and down over his t-shirt.
 
Jared opens and closes his mouth a few times, like it was the last thing he'd
expected Jensen to say. “No, course not.” Jared's got his hair back in his eyes
now, letting his head fall forward along with his shoulders. “Fuck, he should
have made me stop, I was always the one pushing for it and I'm the reason we
got caught in the first place and it's-”
 
Jensen cuts him off before Jared even goes there. “So you liked it?” Jensen
chews at the corner of his lip, raising his hand slowly. “It felt good?”
 
Jared startles when Jensen tentatively slides his hand under the stray bangs in
Jared's face, pushing them back slowly. Jensen pauses for a second, worried
that he's spooked him, before Jared closes his eyes and visibly relaxes.
 
“Yes,” Jared sighs out, turning his head to follow Jensen's hand like a touch-
starved thing. Jensen can see it, feel it as he watches Jared seek out another
touch. Only comfort he probably ever had was his brother, something constant
and warm even if they got tossed from house to house. Losing that must have
been devastating.
 
“I don't think you did anything wrong, either of you.” Jensen runs his fingers
through a new lock of hair, curving his hand against Jared's head.
 
“He's my brother.” Jared's voice is small, wavering between giving into comfort
and clinging to self-recrimination. “It's fucked up, don't act like it isn't.”
 
Jensen just shrugs his shoulders. “Sure, it's kind of fucked up.” Jensen smiles
and widens his eyes at Jared's frown. “But seriously, Jared, shit … people are
all kinds of fucked up when it comes to sex.”
 
Jared's still frowning, but his eyes are brighter now, looking down at Jensen
with a crease between his eyebrows. Jensen pulls him in slowly, drawing Jared
down with a hand on his hair and one circling over the small of his back.
 
“And I can't blame him.” Jensen licks his lips and lets his eyes run down to
Jared's mouth, pink and pretty and god Jensen means it. “I mean, fuck, if I
were your big brother,” Jensen tests it out, letting it sit in the air and
smiling as Jared's eyes slide closed and his face goes soft and open. “I'd want
you, too.”
 
This is a real kiss, this one, soft and slow as Jared parts his lips and lets
Jensen trace over the bow curve of his mouth, the tip of his tongue slipping
out to tangle with Jensen's. This feels right even if it shouldn't, warmth
spreading up through Jensen's belly and throbbing down to his cock. Jared feels
skinny under his hands, underfed but still strong, ready to spring up to
something impressive with some good meals and TLC.
 
“What else?” Jared doesn't give him time to answer before ducking in for
another kiss, throwing his leg over Jensen's hip until he's straddling him.
“What else would you do if you were, you know,” Jared bites his lip and rolls
his hips, squirming like he's suddenly bashful. Fuck, that should not make
Jensen so hot but it's fucking perfect. Jensen smiles and makes a soft shushing
sound, pulling Jared down to lay his head on Jensen's shoulder.
 
Jensen turns his head until he can almost whisper in Jared's ear. “If I were
your big brother?” Jared nods against him, murmuring against his neck. “I'd
take good care of you, Jared.” Jensen teases his finger over the hem of Jared's
shirt, sliding it under and grinning as Jared arches back into it like a cat.
Jensen pulls his glasses off, folding them with his free hand and placing them
on the side table as Jared starts to writhe in his lap.
 
Jared shifts his hips, curling himself up to mouth at Jensen's neck and grind
himself down onto Jensen's cock, hard and straining through his jeans already.
Fuck, the sounds Jared makes as Jensen runs his hands up under his shirt would
be enough to make any sane person turned on. He's so responsive, sighing at the
slightest drag of Jensen's fingers, moaning every time Jensen rocks up to meet
him.
 
“Yeah?” Jared breathes the question against his skin, soft and warm as he
circles his hips. Jensen runs a firmer hand through his hair, scratching at his
scalp enough to make Jared practically purr. So Jared likes to hear him talk.
 
“Yeah.” Jensen tugs at his hair again, affectionate rather than rough and it
seems just right with the way Jared whines a little. “Tell you how fucking hot
you are.” Jensen brushes his lips against the shell of Jared's ear. “You're
smart, and you're sweet, and you're fucking gorgeous.” Jensen punctuates each
word with a kiss to Jared's neck, working his way down. “And you're a good
little brother, aren't you? Gonna be good for me, Jared?”
 
God, it shouldn't be this easy to work Jared up but it's fucking amazing, the
way he groans and throws his head back, fingers digging into Jensen's shoulder
as he mouths along the smooth curve of Jared's collarbone. Definitely hit a
nerve there.
 
“You're so good, Jared, jesus.” Jensen tugs the hem of Jared's t-shirt up,
pulling it half-way off before Jared grabs it himself and flings it on the
floor. It leaves his hair a complete mess, stray locks sticking up everywhere
and Jensen hardly has a choice as he pulls Jared down for a kiss, hands tangled
in his hair.
 
“Call me Jay.” Jared licks it into his mouth, messier than before, tongue
working as he blindly fumbles around for the hem of Jensen's shirt. “Please?”
 
“Fuck,” Jensen pulls back for the minimum amount of time possibly required to
get his shirt off, sleeve still tangled around his arm as he kisses Jared
again, groaning at the feeling of Jared's smooth, skinny chest pressed against
his. “So fucking good, Jay,” Jensen wraps his arms around Jared to get him
closer, feel him all over and drink in every little puppy noise he makes. “Take
care of you, baby, what do you need?”
 
The way Jared shudders at that is almost too much, goosebumps prickling up
under Jensen's fingers as he rakes his nails down the cleft of Jared's spine.
“Whatever you want, baby boy.” Jensen threads his hand back into Jared's hair,
pulling him back. Jared's eyes are narrowed down to slits, pupils wide and his
mouth all spit-wet and swollen, fuck, he's so goddamn pretty.
 
“Want you, fuck,” Jared sighs and wriggles himself back, hands shaking as he
reaches down between them. “Want you to show me, god, tell me how to do it.”
Jared starts to undo Jensen's belt, fumbling with the buckle as he licks his
lips and Jensen comes alarmingly close to creaming in his pants like he's the
teenager. “Show me how to put it in my mouth.”
 
Fucking. Christ.
 
“Jesus, fuck, Jay,” Jensen groans as Jared hops off him with that strange,
awkward nimbleness, tugging the waistband of his jeans down as fast as Jensen
can angle his hips up to help. It's desperate and so utterly unseductive, like
Jared's only thought is getting to Jensen's dick as soon as possible. He
doesn't even bother taking both legs off, just leaves one hanging to the side
as he slides in between Jensen's thighs, mouthing over the hard line of his
cock through his boxers and looking up at Jensen like he's waiting for fucking
instructions and nothing should be that hot.
 
Jared runs his lips along the shaft, catching and dragging the cotton of
Jensen's boxers with each damp breath. He stops before he gets to the head,
dragging his lips back down and pressing softly against the base.
 
“That's, fuck, that's good, baby,” Jensen swallows, taking a shaky breath.
“I'll teach you, ok?” Jared sighs and nuzzles against him, looking up through
his bangs and blinking, face impassive. Jensen licks his lips, daring himself
to say it as Jared stares at him.
 
“Teach you how to suck your big brother's cock, Jay, be a good boy for me and
take it all the way down.” Holy fuck that sounded dirty, and the way Jared's
eyes fly open almost makes him take it back and apologize before he realizes
that Jared's hand is clamped down over his crotch like he's staving himself
off. Jesus fucking christ this kid is going to kill him.
 
“Take it out.” Jared's gonna fucking kill him and Jensen's more than happy to
help, nodding encouragingly as Jared lets out a shaky breath and reaches up to
part the fly of Jensen's boxers. The air hits him cool and tingling as Jared
pulls his dick out, slow and careful like he's never done it before. The
thought that this should be illegal crosses Jensen's mind for an instant before
he remembers it's kind of a moot point.
 
“Good, good boy, Jay.” Jared smiles and licks his lips, hovering over the wet
head of Jensen's dick and jesus, hell is a fucking bargain if this is the price
of admission. “See that, it's all wet?” Jared nods, breathing out and making
Jensen shiver. “That's for you, baby, get me so fucking hot.” Jensen reaches
down, tucking a strand of hair behind Jared's ear and smiling. “Lick it.”
 
Jensen has to dig his fingernails into his palm as Jared snakes his tongue out,
lapping up the slick drops of precome and closing his eyes. Jensen groans as he
feels another cloudy drop run out, caught on Jared's tongue with a little
kitten-sigh that makes Jensen's hair stand on end.
 
“Just like that, good.” Jensen pries his hand open and wraps it around the base
of his dick, giving himself a firm squeeze before angling it to rub over
Jared's lips. The boy's eyes fly open, lids heavy and jesus christ he looks so
fucking hungry for it.
 
“Now open your mouth, baby boy.” Jared keeps his eyes on Jensen as he parts his
lips, pre-come shiny and wet as they slide over the head of Jensen's cock. He
moans loud enough for Jensen to feel it, thrumming and warm against his dick.
Jared's tongue keeps licking through the slit, probing into Jensen like he
can't get enough of the taste.
 
Jensen keeps his hand around the base, rolling his wrist just enough as Jared
closes his lips and sucks. His cheeks hollow out and it sounds so fucking wet
Jensen has to take a deep breath to keep himself from shoving into the back of
that throat and blowing his load right there.
 
“Fuck, Jay, that's so good, you're a natural, aren't you?” Jensen rubs his
thumb over the shell of Jared's ear, stroking it a few times before curling his
fingers into Jared's hair. “I want you to take a little more now, baby.” Jensen
presses softly on Jared's head, just hard enough to encourage him. “You can do
it.”
 
Jensen can feel Jared's tongue roll one last time, with a soft clicking noise
that's followed by a wet slide of spit down the shaft of Jensen's cock, Jared's
lips pushing down slick and hot to chase after it. He works down until his
mouth is flush with Jensen's fist, gripped tight and desperate as Jared's mouth
gets everything soaking wet. Jensen's balls are tight and drawing up with each
little moan Jared makes, and he's not gonna last much longer if Jared keeps
working his tongue like that.
 
“God, fuck, Jay.” Jensen's eyes roll back as Jared pulls back up, grazing his
teeth lightly over the crown just enough to make Jensen hiss. “Think you can
take more, baby?” Jensen pulls his hand off from its grip, leaving his cock
free and throbbing hard as Jared moans and nods his head, not even bothering to
answer before he cranes his neck and swallows Jensen down to the root.
 
Jensen's hips jump forward as the head of his dick hits the back of Jared's
throat, hands weaving into his hair as Jared starts to suck him in earnest,
deep-throating him easily for all his played-at inexperience. He's moaning with
each breath, throwing his whole body into it and jesus fuck it's hot. Jensen's
never seen someone just lose themselves like this, eyes half-open and totally
unfocused, hint of a smile playing obscenely over his stretched-out lips like
Jared's never felt better in his life. More than anything, that smile makes
Jensen grip his hand a little tighter into Jared's hair, words spilling out of
him as he feels the first coiling sparks of his orgasm.
 
“Gonna make me come, Jay, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good, fucking perfect,
baby boy,” Jensen grits out through his teeth, muscles in his stomach bunching
up as Jared deep-throats him and fucking swallows around Jensen's cock,
squeezing him and sending sparks rushing over his skin and Jensen is just done.
“Want me to come, Jay, want your brother to come in your perfect fucking mouth
fuck fuck baby fuck.”
 
Jensen pulls his hands off at the last second, smacking his fist against the
couch as Jared lets out a strangled mewl around his dick and swallows it all,
his shoulders shaking, fingers digging into Jensen's knee. Jared mewls as
Jensen pulls him off, a string of spit running from his lips. He looks like a
fucking mess and Jensen just wants to lick him clean, suck him dry and hold him
close and memorize every inch of him.
 
Jensen half-falls forward, kissing Jared and kicking off his other pants leg as
he pushes Jared down to the floor. He tastes salty and dirty and warm, lips
ragged-red and plump between Jensen's teeth as he blindly reaches for Jared's
fly. Jared moans into his mouth, whining and insistent, body twisting under
Jensen's as he pulls Jared's zipper down and reaches into his briefs.
 
“Wait, I-” Jared tries to squirm away, angling his hips just as Jensen's hand
sinks into a sticky, wet mess. Oh.
 
Jared groans and throws an arm over his face. “I came.”
 
“Yeah, I can see that.” Jensen pulls his hand out, sinking down to lay himself
over Jared and rest on his elbows. Jared peers at him over his forearm, one eye
open as Jensen smiles. A second eye peeks out and both grow wide as Jensen
sucks his index finger into his mouth, arching an eyebrow up and moaning.
“S'fucking hot,” Jensen mumbles, trading one finger for another as Jared slowly
brings his arm down.
 
“Yeah?” Jared's face is flushed, cheeks red and ruddy as he draws his eyebrows
together.
 
“Yeah.” Jensen rolls his eyes teasingly, leaning down to kiss Jared before he
sighs. “I mean, I really wanted to suck your dick, but, you know, I'll live.”
 
Jared shakes his head, a big grin spreading over his face. “Dude, I'll be ready
to go again in, like, five minutes, tops.”
 
Jensen's stomach teeters on the edge of sinking as that slides home, that
there's a fucking teenager under him. Then Jared smiles again and raises an
eyebrow, and Jensen's stomach and all the rest of him decides that he supremely
does not give a fuck.
 
“And I mean, I don't have to be hard for you to play with my ass, right?” It's
Jensen's turn to let his mouth hang open. It would take some time to get used
to that sweet face saying shit like that, but he's pretty sure he can manage.
 
Jared looks away, chewing his lip. “I mean, if you want to, I can leave, too,
whatever, I understand if you-”
 
“Jared.” Jensen presses his finger into the spot on Jared's cheek that had just
housed a dimple. “I want you to stay.” Jensen kisses him again, tracing his
tongue over Jared's teeth. “And I want to eat your ass out until you come all
over yourself again, and then I want to drag you in the shower and start all
over.”
 
Jared lets out a relieved breath and grins. “OK, yeah, that's a much better
plan than leaving.” Jared leans in to kiss him before trailing his lips over
the stubble of Jensen's jaw. “Can you, um, say all that shit again? Like, all
the brother stuff? I mean, if you liked it, it seemed like you did.”
 
Jensen groans as Jared kisses down the side of his neck. “Yeah, we can do that
again.” Jensen grins, sliding his mouth down to meet Jared's. “We can do it
again, and again, until I know what every inch of my sweet little brother
tastes like.” Jensen would work out the ramifications of that tomorrow, how the
fuck they were going to make this work. But for now, he has more important
things to take care of.
 
Jared looks up at him, eyes going dark as he grabs Jensen's hand and slides it
back into his pants. “Told you, five minutes tops.” Jared's smile is bright
enough to light the room as Jensen pulls him to his feet and leads him to the
bedroom.
 
 
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