Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/532907.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Underage_Sex, Prostitution, Manhandling, Wall_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-28 Words: 5995
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by aythia
Summary
     Jared had never thought about being with a guy before, not until he
     heard about a kid who was supposed to be able to blow your mind. It
     was too tempting to not try at least once. And Jensen? He was all
     they promised he would be...
Notes
     Originally posted at http://aythia.livejournal.com/46589.html

~Jensen~

It started out as a silly thing: jealousy of things his classmates had, their
clothes from the right brands, their iPods and iPhones that Jensen could only
dream about. He hated it, living on the 'wrong' side of the tracks but going to
the 'right' school, always an outsider to the rich kids; he was always in the
wrong clothes and he didn't own a cell, much less an iPhone. He never made an
active choice to do it, but as he roamed the streets in the evenings,
preferring to be outside than at home listening to his parents' drunken
arguments, he slowly came to realize that there was one way he could earn
money.
He saw them each night from the corner where he sat hidden with his school
books on his lap; even the street was a nicer place to try and study than the
small rundown house where he lived. Anger rose inside him as he thought about
school; it didn't matter that he managed to keep his grades up, that he was
clean and polite. Not when his clothes weren't the right brand, when he
couldn't show off wealth like the other students. Biting his pen, he saw the
people on the street, the scantly clad girls who tracked the movements of the
cars slowly rolling by with calculating looks. The thought came crawling slowly
and it wasn't until he saw a blond boy in skin-tight clothes walk up to a car
and disappear inside it that something clicked inside of Jensen.
That was his chance to get money, his chance to own...anything worth having.
                                      ~*~

Jensen stared at himself in the mirror, biting his lower lip nervously as he
looked at the threadbare tee that he had found in a drawer. He hadn't used it
in years, and it was clinging tight to his chest; the low-cut jeans hugged his
hips snug, leaving a strip of skin bare. A blush crept up his cheeks. His blond
hair fell down into his eyes, originally a dye job that the strong sun had
helped to turn the tips of almost white. A small voice in his head asked him
what the hell he was thinking, but he quieted it down and slipped his feet into
his nicest pair of sneakers before he moved down the stairs. As usual, his
parents were too busy with their beers to even notice as he left.
When he reached the street where the night people were milling around, he was
almost shaking with nerves. He was about to turn around and run when a man
walking by stopped and looked at him, his eyes slowly taking him in from top to
bottom and a lazy smile on his lips.
"Hell, kid, you almost make me wish I swung that way."
The man walked on and Jensen felt a strange kind of pride surge up inside him,
causing his back to straighten. He stepped forward and started weaving through
the people lining the side walk, looking around for a hint of what he should
do. Once more he saw the girls, leaning forward to show off their assets to the
men in the cars, but Jensen squirmed at the thought of trying to imitate that.
Instead he leaned against a lamp post, pushing his hips out in a pose that made
his tee ride up even more, showing off his golden skin. He was barely conscious
of his teeth worrying his lower lip, unaware of his tongue flicking out to wet
his lips and make them shine wetly in the glow from the overhead lamp. A shiver
ran down his spine as a car with dark tinted windows slowed on its way past
him, but then it picked up speed and he took a nervous gasp of air.
 Get a grip, Jensen, it's not like you're a virgin. You can do this.
The next car stopped and the window whirred softly as it was lowered. Jensen
felt like all the sounds of the street faded away as bright blue eyes met his
when the light inside the car was turned on.
"Kid, are those lips of yours for sale?"
Jensen breathed a sigh of relief. A blow job, he could do that. He nodded and
as the man pushed the door open, he stepped forward and slid into the car, the
sour smell of the street replaced with the warm smell of leather and
aftershave.
                                      ~*~

"Fucking hell, your mouth was made for this, kid," the unknown man practically
growled as his hand cupped the back of Jensen's head.
It wasn't comfortable, bending over in the confines of the car with a big cock
pushing deeper and deeper down his throat, but Jensen knew this, he knew how to
be good. He let his tongue swirl around the cock head as the man pushed into
his mouth time and time again until his whole body tensed.
"Fuck, motherfucking...swallow it down, kid, love getting that pretty mouth
filled, don't you? Can't fucking get enough of it," the man rasped out.
He came with hot spurts down Jensen's throat and Jensen swallowed around the
cock, making sure to catch each drop as he sucked the man through the
aftershocks.
When he was dropped off again, he had bills clutched in his hand, more than
they had agreed on, and Jensen knew he could do it; he could even be good at
it.
                                      ~*~

For awhile, Jensen thought he would stick to the blow jobs; they were quick and
easy and he knew he was good at them, knew how fast he could get someone off
and how to do it in a way that meant they wouldn't mind parting with their
money even if it was over faster than they imagined. It was easy money for him,
but once he'd gotten used to having money to spend, he knew he wanted more.
He said no to those who asked for more, until one day when his very first
client came back and offered him a sum of money big enough to cover four nights
of blow jobs. Jensen didn't hesitate long before he nodded his acceptance and
slid inside the car.
                                      ~*~

A small amount of cash, enough to be able to buy things, was why Jensen had
started it. It had surprised him to find out he was good at it; it surprised
him even more to find out he was good enough for people to know him, for them
to offer more and more money for his time. He stood at the window of his hotel
room while he waited for his next costumer; with school out for the summer, he
had much more time to work and he was going to work as much as he could. It
wasn't about buying pretty things anymore; now it was about getting away. The
nice things were just a really good bonus.
 
                                    ~Jared~

If Jared played another round of golf, he thought he might just beat someone to
death with a golf club. He didn't even look back at the man cursing after him
for leaving mid-game; instead he headed for his car, and as he slid in behind
the wheel, he decided to not return to the country club again. Maybe they
wouldn't let him back anyway, not after he had thrown his golf bag onto the
carefully arranged appetizer table set up on the big deck.
He needed something new, some way to entertain himself that didn't include the
high society circuit. At most, they could be counted on to provide a line every
now and then, but even that wasn't really worth it. His phone started ringing
before he even left the grounds of the club and he rolled his eyes when he saw
his father's number on the display.
"Hey Dad," he said as he put it on speaker.
"Did you really?" his father asked with dry amusement.
"Yeah, well, probably not all they said, but yeah, most of it." Jared chuckled
as he maneuvered the car out onto the highway.
"You know I'll have to pay them off to let you go back there?"
"Don't worry, I won't go back. Hey dad, can you score me some tickets for the
Placebo concert tomorrow? I think it's sold out, but..."
"Yeah, of course. They'll be ready to pick up at my office in the morning."
They ended the call and Jared relaxed into his seat as his car raced down the
highway at breakneck speed. Jared felt much better when he had something to
look forward to.
                                      ~*~

Jared stumbled out of the arena, one girl under each arm; he steered them
towards the waiting car, thankful to have a driver since he had managed to down
quite a bit of alcohol during the concert. Plus, he knew that the driver would
drive as long as Jared needed him to; as long as Jared needed to avoid having
to take the girls home, at least.
When he dropped the girls off, they still glared at him, but he just waved them
off; they had all come and Jared didn't really have any plans to see them
again, so they could be as upset as they wanted. With a sigh, he leaned back
into his seat as he told the driver to take him home. On the highway, he rolled
down the window and threw the used condom out, almost hoping for it to hit some
other car. He was bored, beyond bored, and he really needed a new challenge.
Something new to explore.
                                      ~*~

"I don't do guys," he pointed out as he sat down at the bar and tilted a bottle
of Corona to his lips.
"Jay, I swear, this kid? You would do him. Anyone would do him!"
"Kid? So not only do you want me to fuck a guy, you want me to fuck a minor?"
"Like that's ever stopped you before," Chad said, rolling his eyes. "He claims
to be twenty, but no way. I would be surprised if he's a day over seventeen."
"Would you fuck him?" Jared asked with a smirk.
"Me? Fuck no, Sophia would have my balls for dinner!" Chad shuddered. "But
seriously, I dunno how he did it, but the kid's got a rep already. He's
supposed to be really fucking good. And yes, pun totally fucking intended! You
said you wanted to test something new, this kid is new. And a mouth is a
mouth."
Jared didn't even knew why he took the number that Chad penned on a napkin, but
he folded it and put it in his wallet. That evening, he found himself folding
the paper back and forth between his fingers; he reached out for the phone.
                                      ~*~

Jared wasn't nervous as he entered the hotel; he was, however, a bit surprised
to find that the guy in question was in a hotel instead of out on the street.
Maybe he was actually as good as the rumours said. Jared stepped into the
elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor; he found the room easily
enough and was just about to knock when the door swung open.
Damn.
The kid was gorgeous. And yeah, there was no way he was twenty, but Jared
didn't care, not when he was met with big green eyes surrounded by long
eyelashes, and a set of plump pink lips that must have been made with cock
sucking in mind. The boy's jeans were ripped at the knees and hanging so low on
his hips that Jared was surprised they were still staying up; he wore a green
short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned to show off a flat belly and lean muscles that
rippled under tanned skin as the boy looked up at him. Jared had never been so
unsure about his own sexuality before; the boy in front of him had him rock
hard already.
"Jared?" the boy asked and his voice was soft, inviting.
"Yeah," Jared said, stepping inside.
"I mentioned my prices, but...you didn't say what you wanted," the boy said. "I
usually want to know beforehand so I know if I can..."
"Book in more? Well, I'll pay you enough for the day," Jared said as he stepped
closer, no longer harboring any doubt about what he wanted to do.
"I've got rules," the kid said as he pushed the door shut. "Condoms, all the
way. I don't suck you off without one, either."
Jared thought about that. It was too bad, because he really would have loved to
have those lips wrapped around him without any latex in between, but he nodded
his approval as he reached out and traced one finger up the boy's abs.
"I get tested so I know I'm clean," the boy said quickly. "But..."
"Uh huh," Jared mumbled. "Any more rules I need to know about?"
He could feel the boy shiver slightly as his finger circled the boy's nipples
and he smiled when he saw the skin react to his touch, the small nub getting
hard.
"Any kinks, we discuss them first, and you pay extra," the boy went on, but
Jared could hear a small hitch in his voice.
"And kisses? You do those?" Jared asked as his eyes lifted up to the sinfully
plush lips.
"I...yeah, I do..."
"Good," Jared cut him off and bent down to cover the kid's mouth with his own.
When Chad gave him the stupid number, he had never expected this, the wave of
raw lust that swept over him as the kid pushed into the kiss, not even
hesitating for a second but wrapping his arms around Jared's neck and pushing a
hot tongue into Jared's mouth. Jared's hands landed on the boy's waist,
stroking over the taut skin stretched over his hipbones; he was amazed at how
soft the skin felt under the tips of his fingers. He pulled back and looked
down into those deep green eyes.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Jensen."
 
                                   ~Jensen~

It was six months since he had started and Jensen had never felt something like
that, had never had a customer quite like Jared. He didn't know what he had
expected when he pushed the door open, but it sure wasn't the tall man outside,
muscles obvious even under a layer of clothing and slanted eyes raking up and
down Jensen's body. Jensen knew he was good; otherwise he wouldn't be in the
hotel room, wouldn't have people calling him because they had heard of him, but
when he saw Jared he felt like he was back on that first night, back to being
nervous and unsure of how to approach the situation.
The man had said nothing about what he wanted; Jensen usually knew if he was
expected to drop to his knees the second the door closed, or if he should be
waiting on the bed, already fingered open and lubed up. But Jared had only said
he would be paid, a sum big enough to make Jensen gasp in surprise, to not book
any more clients that day.
"Fine, Jensen," Jared said as he licked over Jensen's lower lip. "How about you
get out of those clothes."
Jensen nodded shakily and was just about to step back when he realized he could
feel Jared's cock against his belly, and oh...the man was big! He couldn't stop
his surprised whimper as worry coiled inside him; he really wished he had
prepared himself better.
"What?" Jared asked, noticing the way Jensen had tensed up.
"I'm...not...prepped," Jensen said as his eyes fell down to Jared's groin. "I
didn't know if you wanted to do it yourself."
"I don't," Jared said, and for a second Jensen feared the man wanted to take
him dry. "What I want, is for you to get on that bed, naked, on all fours and
let me see you finger yourself open for me."
The words and the tone of Jared's voice had Jensen hard already and he couldn't
remember the last time a customer had managed to get under his skin like that.
With a small nod, he stepped away from Jared; as he rolled his shoulders, his
unbuttoned shirt slid down and fell the floor. Jensen looked up then and met
Jared's eyes as his hands travelled down to the waistline of his jeans; he
could see the man's pupils dilating as he popped the button open, those hazel
eyes travelling down to take in the skin he was revealing. Jensen slowly slid
his fly down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet hotel room, and pushed his
thumbs inside the waistline of his jeans and slowly pushed them down. The jeans
were a tight fit and he had to wriggle them off his hips; he could hear Jared's
gasp as the man realized that Jensen wasn't wearing anything underneath. As the
jeans fell to the floor with a soft rustling, Jensen started feeling like
himself again. He knew what to do, what was expected of him.
He tore his gaze from Jared's and climbed on top of the bed, crawling on all
fours to the middle before he reached out for the bottle of lube that was
waiting on the bedside table. The sound of the lid popping made his
anticipation rise, and Jensen was surprised to find himself wanting, almost
like it wasn't his job, like Jared wasn't paying a big sum of money for it. As
he let his lube-slicked fingers circle his hole, he stopped thinking about
that; he almost stopped thinking altogether as pleasure shot through him at the
cold touch.
"Fucking hell, you must have been made for this."
Jared's voice was a low purr that shot straight to Jensen's dick, and he didn't
hesitate to push one slick finger inside himself, a whimper escaping his lips
as new waves of pleasure swept over him. He pushed his finger slowly in and out
until he was slick enough to allow a second finger inside without any
resistance. Then Jared's hand landed on his hip; the touch surprised Jensen,
big hands splayed wide over his skin, fingers tracing lazy patterns.
"Go on, Jen," Jared said. "Get yourself ready for me, so fucking pretty with
your hole all glistening wet, just for me."
Jensen scissored his fingers, stretching open for what he knew would come, and
he could feel his own cock twitching, painfully hard between his legs. A moan
left his lips as he pushed a third finger inside, his head falling down to rest
against the pillow in a position that he knew pushed his ass up even more. If
the groan behind him was any indication, Jared didn't mind the view, and Jensen
shivered as he felt a new finger circle his stretched rim, sliding through the
wetness.
He could feel Jared move away, his finger leaving his body, and then he heard
the sound of buttons being popped, of clothes falling to the floor, and he had
to look over. Jared was standing next to the bed, jeans falling down from his
slim hips, and Jensen forgot how to breathe. The man was ripped, a perfect six
pack on his belly, broad shoulders and chest, muscular thighs that... Jensen's
eyes landed on the hard line of Jared's cock and he had to revise his first
impression. Jared wasn't big, he was huge. Cock jutting up against his belly,
the head already glistened with pre-come as the man walked silently over to the
bedside table and took one of the condoms that lay there. Jared stroked his
hard cock a few times before he slid the condom on and Jensen could only stare;
his own fingers had stilled in his ass and his whole body was trembling as
Jared faced him, eyes almost black with arousal.
"Stand up, kid," the man said. "As inviting as you look like that, it's not how
I want you."
Jensen whimpered as he pulled his fingers out, his body covered in a thin sheen
of sweat; he stood beside the bed and tilted his head back to meet Jared's
gaze.
"How do you want me?"
 
                                    ~Jared~

The kid was a drug, that was the only explanation for the way his every touch
made Jared's head spin. Not counting the fact that Jared wasn't gay, wasn't
even bi. Or so he had thought before he lay eyes on Jensen.
He pulled the kid up close, pressed their naked bodies together and spun
around, slamming the boy against the wall hard enough to push the air out of
Jensen's lungs; Jared claimed his mouth before he could gasp for breath. When
Jensen's hand came up to rest on his shoulders, he could feel the slickness on
the boy's hand where he had just been stretching himself open for Jared. The
thought was enough to make a loud moan rumble in Jared's chest. Jensen on all
fours with three fingers in his ass was probably the prettiest thing Jared had
ever seen.
As he let go of Jensen's mouth, the boy took heavy gulps of air, his body
almost shaking against Jared; Jared could see an almost shocked expression in
the green eyes and he was just about to ask if the kid was okay when he felt
Jensen roll his hips against Jared, pushing himself up and angling for another
kiss. Without thinking about it, Jared cupped his hands around the boy's ass,
feeling the firm muscle tensing under his grip, and lifted Jensen off the
ground. A surprised sound left the boy, but he wrapped his legs around Jared's
waist to keep himself up, and the new angle was perfect for Jared to slip his
tongue back inside the boy's mouth as he pressed him against the wall. His hard
cock was pressing against Jensen's ass and with a small push of his hips, he
slid between the boy's ass cheeks; he was met by slick heat as his cock nudged
against the small hole.
A soft keening sound left Jensen's lips as he wriggled, the movement making
Jared's cock slip just inside the stretched rim and for a moment, Jared thought
that the tight heat might be enough to push him over the edge. He held Jensen
still, trying to collect himself.
"Please. Need to feel you, please, fuck me," Jensen mumbled against his lips.
"Want your big cock inside me, please, please."
Jared was pretty sure it was practised pleading, meant to drive him insane. It
worked. He didn't even stop to think, just pushed Jensen down hard until all of
his cock was buried inside the boy and Jensen's body clenched around him,
searing hot and tighter than anything Jared had felt before. The boy cried out,
legs tightening around his waist, and Jensen's head fell back, hitting the wall
with a dull thud.
"Yes, God, feel so good. So fucking good," Jared groaned as he felt Jensen's
muscles squeeze around him.
Jensen was whimpering in his arms and Jared pulled out slowly, only the head of
his cock keeping Jensen open until Jensen's eyes flew open and green eyes
locked with hazel.
"Please, please," Jensen whispered, his fingernails digging into Jared's
shoulder.
Jared nodded and thrust into Jensen again, deep and hard; the boy cried out
again as he rocked down against Jared's cock, meeting his thrust in a fluid
motion. The lines of sexuality were wiped away; Jared didn't care, all that
mattered was the way Jensen felt around him, silken heat that welcomed him and
a body that clung to his. And the sounds that spilled from Jensen's lips as
Jared pushed into him time and time again—it was intoxicating to listen to the
soft whimpers, the ragged breathing and the soft pleading. He pushed Jensen
hard against the wall, changing the angle, and when Jensen's eyes fluttered
shut, a low keening sound spilling from his lips, Jared was sure he had hit the
boy's prostate. Making sure to hit the sweet spot, he picked up speed, hands
sliding from Jensen's ass to his hips as he held the boy still, forcing him to
take whatever Jared was willing to give him. The boy seemed to lose it then,
his body melting into Jared's and his hands moved form Jared's shoulders,
wrapping around his neck as Jensen relaxed and took it.
"Your ass is so tight, Jen," Jared mumbled against Jensen's neck. "So fucking
tight, and you love me fucking you, don't you? Love a big cock up your ass?"
"Yes, God, yes, yes," came the breathless answer.
Jared slipped one hand down, sliding his finger over Jensen's rim where it
stretched tight around Jensen's cock; the touch seemed to push the boy over the
edge—Jensen went rigid in his arms and came with a guttural groan, hot come
spilling over them both. When the already tight heat clenched him harder, Jared
was lost and with a sharp cry, he came. Slamming hard into Jensen a few more
times, he stretched their orgasms out with every thrust until he wasn't sure he
would be able to stay on his feet much longer. Jensen was limp against him,
body shaking weakly as Jared moved around and fell down on the bed; Jensen
landed on his back with Jared on top of him, still buried deep inside him.
                                      ~*~

A shower later, Jared felt better than he had in a long time; he walked out of
the bathroom, dressed in his somewhat wrinkled clothes, and stopped to take in
the perfect vision that lay sprawled out on the bed. Jensen's skin was still
covered in a mess of sweat and come and he looked totally debauched. Jared's
cock gave an interesting twitch as the boy's eyes fluttered open.
"My...money..." Jensen mumbled lazily.
Jared nodded and pulled out his wallet; he didn't even hesitate to take out
double the amount he had promised on the phone and drop it on the bedside
table. Jensen had earned every dollar, as far as Jared was concerned. He
reached out one hand and stroked it through the boy's blond hair.
"Until next time, kid," he said and walked out of the room.
There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a next time. There was no
way he could keep away now that he knew what Jensen felt like around him; he
was already wondering how Jensen would look on his knees in front of Jared,
those plush lips sealed tight around Jared's cock.
                                      ~*~

It had only been a week but he was back, his whole body buzzing with
anticipation at seeing the boy again. When the door opened, Jensen met him with
a shy smile on his gorgeous lips. A different pair of jeans, but still slung
low on his hips, and...
Jared froze when he saw the bruises on the boy's hips, clearly from fingers
gripping as some unnamed stranger fucked hard into Jensen. His Jensen. The
thought hit him forcefully and Jared almost growled when he saw another bruise
on Jensen's neck; he wondered how many more he would find when he stripped the
boy naked.
 You're buying a hooker and you're surprised when you find marks of his work on
him?
Jared wasn't surprised; he was jealous. Jensen barely had time to react before
Jared slammed the door shut and pulled the boy into his arms, claiming his
mouth with almost savage kisses before his mouth fell down to the hickey on
Jensen's neck and he sealed his lips over it, sucking his own mark over the one
already there. Jensen gasp and tilted his head back, giving Jared better
access. The warm, salty taste of Jensen's skin gave way to a more metallic one
as Jared sucked blood to the surface, and Jared realized that he didn't want
anyone else to put their hands on Jensen, to leave their marks on him. It was
insane; he had only been with Jensen once, but the kid in his arms was his!
"Jared..." Jensen moaned as Jared bit into the soft skin of his neck.
"I want you to be mine," Jared growled against his neck. He felt Jensen still
in his arms. "Hate seeing others' marks on you—only I should touch you, mark
you."
 
 
                                   ~Jensen~

The words didn't make sense; Jensen tried to shove his arousal aside to really
realize what Jared was saying, but it was very hard with Jared still sucking
and biting at his neck.
"What?" he got out before another moan spilled form his lips.
"I've got the money," Jared said as he pulled back from Jensen's neck. "I can
pay you what you need, but then you belong to me."
Jensen stared at him, his breath slowly calming down again even though he was
rock hard from Jared's bites and kisses. The man hadn't left Jensen's mind
since their last meeting, and he had to admit to himself that in six months, no
one had made him feel like Jared did. No one had made him enjoy it.
"Belong...to...?" Jensen asked, still a bit dazed.
"Yeah." Jared smirked down at him. "See, I'm not in love, but I wanna fuck you.
And...I want to be the only one doing it."
Jensen was fighting to wrap his mind around it, to really understand what Jared
was asking for. The man cupped a big hand under Jensen's jaw and tilted his
head back.
"You can't want to stay here, do you? I could take you away, and you know we're
good together, Jen," Jared said, letting the pad of his thumb drag over
Jensen's lower lip.
"I...school..." Jensen mumbled, and the movement made Jared's thumb slip inside
his mouth.
He could see the smile on Jared's lips as Jensen's tongue met his thumb, the
shiver of pleasure that seemed to ripple between them.
"School? How old are you, Jensen?" Jared asked with a grin.
"Twenty," Jensen mumbled around the digit in his mouth.
"Oh, no you're not," Jared said, pulling back. "How old are you really?"
Jensen closed his eyes and pulled a deep breath of air into his lungs.
"Seventeen," he admitted.
"See, that wasn't so hard to say," Jared said; he pulled Jensen's tee over his
head. "And if I get you into a better school than the one you're at here? I can
give you everything, Jensen. And all I want in return, is you."
His eyes still closed, Jensen thought of the home where his parents didn't even
notice that their son was away most of the time, or that he owned clothes and
items he shouldn't be able to afford. Thought of the school where, despite his
new clothes, he was still an outsider.
"What...if...someone finds out?" he asked, shivering as Jared's hands came down
to rest on his hips.
"Ah, but you see, I'm a Padalecki," Jared said. "There isn't much my money
can't buy. So...the question is, can it buy you, Jen?"
 Padalecki.
Jensen knew that name, knew that the family owned half the town. Probably half
of many towns. Suddenly the amount of money Jared had left the last time didn't
seem so strange. And Jensen knew that this was his way out, knew that it was
the golden ticket he had been looking for. He did the only thing that made
sense and sunk down on his knees in front of Jared.
"Yes."
Jared smiled down at him and opened the button on his jeans. Soon the denim was
falling to the floor; Jensen walked a few steps forward on his knees, enough
for Jared to be able to drag the head of his cock over Jensen's lips, painting
them wet with pre-come. All of Jensen's rules flew out the window; he hadn't
felt a bare cock since that first night, but he opened his mouth without
thinking and took Jared's cock as deep as he could, a heavy weight on his
tongue as Jared pushed it down Jensen's throat.
Jensen moved his hands up to Jared's hips without thinking; he tried to take
even more of the huge cock into his mouth, moaning around it as Jared started
to fuck his mouth with small, shallow thrusts. He moved one hand to wrap around
the base of Jared's cock, stroking as he hollowed his cheeks and sealed his
lips around the head, sucking as he let his tongue push down into the slit.
Jared's hand wrapped around the back of his skull and pushed, the movement
making another inch slide down Jensen's throat; Jensen knew that it was the
most his mouth had ever taken, his lips stretched around the big cook and his
eyes shut. The push and drag of Jared in his mouth had Jensen rock hard, his
cock pressing at the denim of his jeans; he squirmed as the friction became
almost unbearable.
Then Jared pulled his hard, leaking cock out of Jensen's mouth and pulled the
boy up, fusing their mouths together and licking the taste of his own pre-come
out of Jensen's mouth until they were both trembling.
"I...prepped...for..you..." Jensen gasped into the kiss; Jared's answering moan
set every nerve in his body on fire.
Without really realizing how, Jensen found the both of them on bed, Jared on
his back as he lifted Jensen up easily and forced him to straddle Jared, his
hard cock already pushing against Jensen's hole. Jensen knew what he wanted,
what he had wanted since Jared's last visit, and he didn't hesitate before he
lowered himself down on Jared's cock, a soft mewl spilling from his lips as he
felt himself stretched wide.
"Shit, yes. Fuck, Jen, look so damn good like that. Feel so good around me.
Won't let anyone do this to you again, will you? Only I get to see you like
this."
Jensen couldn't protest, didn't want to, not when Jared's cock rubbed against
the sweet spot inside him and sent blinding sparks of pleasure through him.
"Yes, only...you..."
Jensen rode Jared hard, making circling motions with hips that had the both of
them moaning and gasping for air as Jensen took Jared deep inside, making sure
that the man hit his prostate every time. He didn't even try to hide the wanton
moans and whimpers that kept spilling from his lips. It was better than
anything he had felt before, the slight burn washed away by raw pleasure and
need; Jensen could feel his orgasm build inside of him, crackling down his
spine, and when Jared's hand moved from his hips to wrap around his cock, he
had no way of holding back.
"Jared..."
The name came out somewhere between a cry and a moan as Jensen came, droplets
of white spreading over Jared's chest as his ass clenched hard around the cock
inside him. He could feel it, hot bursts inside of him as Jared arched up and
emptied himself in Jensen, his cock pulsing out strands of come that made the
glide slicker; Jensen could feel it leaking out of him as his legs gave way and
he collapsed on top of Jared.
"That's right, kid, only mine." Jared's voice was broken, raw, as he stroked
his big hands down Jensen's back. "Only my marks will be on your body from now
on, only my come filling you up. You're just for me."
Jensen whimpered as the man pulled out of him and he could feel more come
leaking out of him as he was left, fucked out, on the bed. He almost thought
that Jared would just clean himself up and leave, but instead the tall man fit
his body in behind Jensen, arm wrapped firmly around his waist. Jensen could
feel the come cooling between them.
The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was one word breathed
against his ear:
"Mine."
                                      ~*~
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