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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, CW_Network_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, twink!Jared, cowboy!Jensen, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs,
      Rimming, Spit_As_Lube, Outdoor_Sex, Did_I_mention_dirty_talk?, Age
      Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-14 Words: 9816
****** Wild horses ******
by ElenyasBlood
Summary
     All Jared had wanted for his holidays was to go camping with his
     friends and have a good time. But since his cheating boyfriend seemed
     to have other plans, Jared quickly finds himself walking down a
     highway; lonely, messed-up and heartbroken. Defeated by the hot Texan
     summer and frustrated about his miserable situation he finds help in
     unexpected places—and with it a completely new opportunity to get rid
     of his goddamn heartache.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Two weeks.
I had taken him two fucking weeks to convince his parents to let him go on a
camping trip with his friends. Two weeks of cadging and begging, two weeks of
getting jackshit done at school because his schedule was crammed with housework
and dog-walks and all sorts of nonsense to keep his dad's temper at bay, and
two weeks of daily interrogation about his motives and what it meant to be a
responsible young adult.
And frankly, it was two weeks for shit-fucking nothing, because right now Jared
was walking along a dusty highway in the middle of nowhere, heading towards the
nearest town. His legs were sore as were his feet, the soles aching from
marching down the scalding hot concrete for hours. The collar of his ratty
shirt was soaked with the sweat that kept trickling out of his hairline and
down his neck, staining his thoroughly roasted cheeks on its way south. And
Jared hated it. Hated the heat, the road, the dust parching his throat and
hated the seemingly endless baby-blue sky above him. He felt angry at himself
and the whole world and frustration had taken over hours ago. But most of all
he felt alone, abandoned and unwanted; his stomach churned unpleasantly at the
thought of what might lie ahead.
And all of this was just Tom's fault. Tom fucking Welling with his quick wit
and ocean blue eyes, with his fucking luscious lips and their ability to drive
Jared mad when they tucked kisses between Jared's neck and collarbone. Tom, who
had been Jared's boyfriend over the last five months. And Tom the asshole
Welling who apparently hasn't given two fucks about everything that existed
between them when Jared had found him in their tent the other night, limbs
entangled with Joe whatever-he's-fucking-called from Bumfuck, TX, and his red-
headed girlfriend, all soft curves and creamy skin. Tom hadn't even had the
decency to flinch, just rolled his head lazily instead, lips pursed and eyes
glassy. "Hey man, 'tis nothing, really," he'd slurred, tongue heavy from the
booze. "I still love you, babe." And that was when Jared had fled the tent and
later the whole campground, his cheeks wet with tears and the bitter taste of
betrayal thoroughly shoved down his throat.
He had spent the night in the woods—alone and miserable—crying until his eyes
were red-rimmed and puffy. Achign everywhere, he had fought his way back
through the brushwood at dusk, only to find Tom—that damn son of a
bitch—sleeping undisturbed and with a brazen smile curving his mouth. It had
taken Jared five minutes to quietly gather his things and just like that he had
left their camp before anyone else was awake.
And here he was now, walking down a lonely highway in the blinding afternoon
sun, his back screaming with the effort to keep his backpack and himself
upright. He hadn't eaten all day and his mouth felt like it was filled with
cotton wool: dry and hot and with an god-awful. Two cars had sped past him over
the course of the day—one of them a giant truck with a honking and winking
hillbilly in the driver's seat—but neither of them had cared to stop and ask
the boy if he needed a lift. Not that he would have accepted anyway—he might be
naïve but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. At least not that stupid.
With a heavy sigh, Jared glanced at his watch—almost 4p.m. already—and brushed
his bangs off his sticky forehead for what felt like the millionth time,
shading his eyes against the sun to search the horizon to see the blurry
outlines of a few houses coming in sight.
“Finally,” Jared moaned and let his hand drop. Motivation seemed to return to
him and with renewed spirits he strode towards the shape of what could be his
personal oasis in an endless desert of loneliness and misery.
 ♦ 
Reaching the town limits, Jared quickly understood what the word disappointment
truly meant when he glanced at the few sleazy shags with most of their windows
barred and kicked-in doors. The road Jared was walking down was hardly worth
mentioning and the only car in the parking lot next to a small diner looked at
least a hundred years old. There was no bus station, no train rails and no taxi
to be seen—not even a fucking bicycle for what it was worth, let alone a public
telephone to call his parents. Scowling, and his hands crammed into the pockets
of his jeans, he crossed the main street with a few wide steps and pushed the
door of the diner open.
“Howd—oh, hello honey,” a waitress in a faded dress greeted, her slim lips
curling into a warm smile. She looked like every other woman all over the
country who was doomed to spend her life behind a counter, serving burned
coffee and pancakes to grumpy farmers. Her skin was tanned and wrinkled around
her gray eyes, her hair twirled into a tight bun in the nape of her neck. She
was tall, skinny and certainly looked tough. Jared decided to like her.
“Hey, I um, I'm looking for a phone to call my parents,” he mumbled and was
relieved when he found himself alone with the diner-lady, all the small booths
abandoned and the counter empty despite a few flies.
The lady cocked her head. “I'm sorry sweetheart, our line has been dead since
last week.”
Jared felt his face along with his stomach falling and a little noise of
disappointment slipped past his lips, hanging in the thick air like the
foreshadowing of another night on the hard ground. There was a beat of silence
in which Jared considered to promptly leave, when the waitress spoke again.
“But I can pour you a good, strong coffee and make you a nice meal, darling.
You look like you could use it.”
And as if to confirm her assumption, Jared's stomach gave an audible growl, his
mouth watering at the thought of finally getting something between his teeth.
“That would be great, thanks,” he mumbled tiredly and dragged his body towards
the counter, leaving his backpack next to the door in a messy heap.
Jared spent the next few minutes brooding. After he had seated himself in front
of the counter, he had tried to think a way out of his misery—but had quickly
come to the point of resignation. Without a train, bus or taxi within reach he
was pretty much boned and not even the ridiculously tasty pancakes—served with
syrup, butter and a dust of cinnamon—could brighten his mood. He was royally
screwed.
“What's your name, kid?” the waitress asked after a few minutes of strangely
companionable silence.
Country music was playing quietly somewhere in the back room. “Jared. Yours?”
The lady pointed towards her uniform that was sporting a tiny, greasy name tag.
“Call me Jane, hun,” she introduced herself with a wink before busying herself
with brewing some strong, black coffee.
“So, what brings you here?” she asked after she had poured Jared a mug, placing
her elbows on the counter and eyeing him curiously.
Jared shrugged. “I was on a camping trip with... friends. We set up a few miles
from here, near the forest and we... I-I...um, I didn't—”
“It's alright, sweetie, you don't have to tell me. I'll just go with the
usual,” Jane cut in, shooting him a good-natured smile before pulling out a
cigarette and lighting it. “And what's your plan now?”
Jared shrugged again. His shoulders were aching with the sudden movement and he
swallowed a groan. “Dunno,” he mumbled and felt a blush creeping up his already
rosy cheeks. “I'm a bit—”
“Screwed?” Jane suggested and after taking only three or four drags she stubbed
her cigarette out, taking a sip out of her own coffee. She didn't seem too
concerned about Jared's miserable situation.
“I was going to say lost, but you pretty much nailed it,” Jared replied and
lowered his gaze to the counter, counting the bread crumbs on the polished
wood. “I dunno where to go or sleep, and there's no bus station round here, I
take it?”
Jane nodded. “Damn right. No car park either to hire you a ride. And that
stupid thing—” she pointed over her shoulder towards the quiet telephone. “is
supposed to be the only working phone within a twenty mile radius.”
“Except it isn't,” Jared concluded and felt his stomach plumet again. “This is
a fucking nightmare.” With a pitifulwhimper he dropped his forehead against the
counter, his shaggy bangs cascading down the wood like a silken waterfall.
“Awww honey, no reason to throw in the towel,” Jane tried and ruffled her
skinny fingers through Jared's hair. “There's always a way. I would take you
with me, but I live with my sister and trust me, you don't want to meet her
after dawn.”
“Why?” Jared groaned and felt a few cheeky droplets of sweat running down his
spine, joining the others in the soaked hem of his boxer briefs. “Is she a
vampire?”
“No, but she's a man-eating bitch and with your boyish looks you're right up
her dirty alley. You'd be stripped and ravished before even crossing the
threshold, darling.”
“Oh,” was Jared's simple reply while he tried to find a part of his body that
wasn't greasy and covered in the road's dirt—or didn't ache for a start. He
could already feel his heels blistering and from what he could see of his
reflection in the water glass on the counter he could tell that the blush on
his cheeks had reached an alarmingly deep shade of pink. Sunburn, on top of
everything else. Fan-fucking-tastic.
That was when the quiet jingle of the doorbell cut into the silence, startling
the two people leaning on the counter.
“Howdy Jane,” a whiskey-smooth voice greeted. A thick drawl was hiding under
the deep timbre and Jared frowned, shuddering.
Jane's mouth curled into a smile. “Howdy, cowboy,” she chirped and immediately
left Jared's side in favor of busying herself behind the counter. “Same as
always?”
“No thanks, love, I'm only passing through.” The stranger replied and didn't
seem to mind Jared one bit as he dropped himself next to him, his spicy scent
pleasantly clouding Jared's head. “Got a package for you on the truck. Shall I
drop it down the road or you wannahide it here?”
A smug grin was Jane's only reply and the man nodded in return. There was a
moment of awkward silence where Jared was trapped between the counter and the
stranger's body heat, his eyes still downcast and his nostrils flared to catch
another whiff of the heady scent oozing out of the man's every pore. He hadn't
dared to take a look yet, his mind still busy processing the rich, luxurious
voice and—to be honest—he had no intention of exploring the stranger's presence
any further—as if already he knew he'd been even more doomed.
“Who's your guest?” the newcomer asked suddenly and Jared's heart skipped a
beat when he felt the man's eyes dart towards him.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Where are my manners?” Jane chanted and cleared her throat.
“May I introduce my handsome company: Jared,” she pointed towards the young man
still slumped against the counter, shoulders hunched and face somewhat buried
into the crook of his arm. “Jared, this is Jensen. He's a local and breeds
Tinker horses on a farm a few miles from here.”
And suddenly there it was: the moment when Jared couldn't possibly any longer
pretend to be part of the furniture and finally had to face the man next to
him, eyes wide and palms clammy when he turned around to get a quick look.
It hit him like a truck—and Jared didn't even doubt for one second that the man
in front of him was a sex god from the high heavens, sent to give a teenage boy
the hardest time in the history of hard times. Quite literally speaking.
Gulping, Jared tried not to flinch at the complete and utter beauty he was
confronted with, surely failing miserably at the poor attempt.Jensen was drop
dead gorgeous, starting with the sun-kissed skin under short, brown hair.
Honeyed freckles were dusted across his high-boned cheeks, and bottle green
eyes watched Jared from under a fan of golden lashes. He had a gently curved
nose and plush lips, chapped from working in the hot Texan sun. An amused smile
played around his mouth and down his cheeks and neck spread the scruff of a man
who worked too hard to care about appearances.
“Jared. Nice to meet you,” he drawled and offered Jared a hand, giving the boy
yet another reason to nearly topple over with want. Jensen's fingers were thick
and calloused, the skin rough from carrying handling heavy things, and the palm
surprisingly cool when Jared slipped his own, sticky one against it.
“N-nice to meet you, too,” Jared stammered, biting the insides of his cheeks to
prevent himself from saying something inexcusably dirty. Or cheesy. Depending
which part of Jensen he focused on.
“Our little guest here dropped out of his camping group,” Jane interrupted the
awkward silence that dared to stretch between the two hand-shaking men and
Jared couldn't be more grateful. “He came down from Lampasas' forest and is in
need of a place to spend the night.”
Jensen's eyes darted towards the waitress and he looked slightly alarmed when
she opened her mouth to continue. “Speaking of which, you have a pretty big
farm, cowboy, and you live there all on your own. Any chance you can share your
barn with this young fella for tonight?”
Jared winced at the words like he would under the lash of a whip and his eyes
went from wide to comically wide, the bulbs almost popping out of the sockets.
“I don't...” he started arguing until he realized he didn't even know what to
say. So he just went with gaping, dumbfounded, one trembling hand still resting
in Jensen's palm while new wave of heat washed over him.
“I don't know, Jane,” Jensen mumbled, considering, and finally let go of the
boy's clammy fingers in favor of grabbing the mug Jane had placed on the
counter in front of him, gulping down the hot coffee in one go. “'M no
babysitter.”
“Oh come on,” the waitress wailed before Jared could even start to complain. He
was nobaby. Like hell he was; he had spent a night alone in the woods after
all. “You're the only one with a working car and the boy isn't much of a
threat. It's just one night and he won't steal your pretty horses, right?” She
elbowed Jared's ribs, drawing a high-pitched gasp out of his chest.
“Nu-uh,” was the only thing the boy could bring out before Jane rambled on.
“He's harmless, he won't bite. C'mon, don't be so uptight, Jensen. He's only a
kid.”
Jensen scratched his stubble while he did what seemed to be a thorough
inspection of the object in question, his eyes scanning every inch of Jared's
sweaty, greasy, tired self—not skipping a single wee detail from his flushed
cheeks and the shaggy bangs sticking to his forehead down to his dust-stained
jeans and the worn-out pair of sneakers. He took his time, but finally seemed
to get sick of considering and returned his attention to the waiting Jane.
“You'll bail for him, girl. If he breaks or steals anything you'll pay for it.
Deal?”
Jared snorted. “I'm no fucking thief.”
“Yeah, right. And you're probably telling the truth, but I can't see inside
here,” Jensen replied and tapped his index finger against Jared's forehead,
“and I'd rather be on the safe side.”
In most circumstances Jared would have snapped at that point, exclaiming that
he's a good boy, not a filthy thief, probably reenacting the story of how he
had returned the gum his brother once stole from the store down the street when
they were boys. But this wasn't most circumstances and so he kept his mouth
shut, heart fluttering wildly in his chest while he tried not to focus on how
much he actually enjoyed himself in Jensen's presence.
Clapping her hands—and pulling Jared out of his trance—Jane then declared the
conversation finished. “Alright boys, it's settled then. Jared, go and grab
your stuff, Jensen's truck is waiting outside. Jensen, would you please be so
kind and carry my package into the back room? You know I'm an old lady and I
need to take care of my back.”
Her smirk was wicked as she dragged Jared into a firm embrace, waiting until
Jensen had left with a grunt before whispering. “Don't you worry, darling.
Jensen is one of the good guys. He's gonna give you a lift to Georgetown
tomorrow; he has business in town anyway. Now go, don't wanna see your cute
face around here again.” And with another squeeze and a slap on Jared's perky
butt they wished each other well and Jared left the tiny diner in favor of
stepping out into the scalding hot sunlight of a typical Texan summer
afternoon.
                                       ♦ 
The inside of the truck was just like Jensen: a little dirty and covered in the
omnipresent dust of the road, but warm and exciting, the seat under Jared's
butt soft around the edges and cozy in a way he hadn't thought he'd find behind
the rusty facade. And that scent—god that scent really drove Jared crazy. His
teenage-hormones were running riot as he flared his nostrils to get another
noseful. It reminded Jared of his days at his uncle's farm when he was a young
boy: hay, straw, horses, motor oil, leather and somewhere underneath the faint
note of an expensive aftershave.
“So Lampasas' forest, huh?” Jensen asked into the silence of the driver's cabin
as they pulled out of town, the long road ahead and the truck's engine
vibrating under Jared's feet.
The boy gulped. “Yeah, it was kind of an... emergency. I-I... didn't feel
well.”
Jensen nodded, understanding, and Jared was grateful that he was decent enough
to not interrogate him further.
“You're not gonna get sick in my car, are you?” the man asked after a while and
shot Jared a brief look. His hands were clutching the steering wheel and it
took the boy a while to take his eyes off the muscled thighs working under
Jensen's tight jeans, rippling every time he floored the gas or kicked the
brake.
“No, I'm fine.”
Jensen nodded again and they rode in silence, both of them left to their own
thoughts. Jared felt incredibly hot inside the car—pretty fucking sure it was
just the sun, burning down on the truck's roof—and not even the sharp breeze
blasting in through the open window could cool him down. He tried to focus on
his hands, but failed. He watched his own, dirty face in the side mirror.
Traced the outlines of his flushed cheeks with his gaze. Listened to the wind
rustling in his chestnut hair. Made a point of watching anywhere but to his
left, though it was all for nothing when his eyes kept darting back to Jensen's
hand on the gear shift or the gentle curve of his face and the way it was
illuminated by the golden summer sun.
When they finally—after what felt like an eternity and a half—pulled into a
bumpy side road Jensen picked up the conversation again. “Can you work?” he
asked and caught Jared completely off-guard.
“What?”
“I'm no saint to offer you my house for free and I could use a hand or two in
the stables for cleaning out the stalls. You know, work for your breakfast.
Ever done something like that before?”
Jared tried not to stare. “I... my uncle breeds cattle down in San Antonio and
I helped him ready the boxes for the calves when I was um... younger. If that
could be of any help?” he replied and silently cursed as he caught his voice
wavering.
“Not exactly what I was hoping for, but pretty close,” Jensen drawled and
slowed the car down as soon as the outlines of a few, flat buildings came in
sight. “You need something to eat before we get started?”
Jared shook his head. “No I'm good,” and with a frown and the feeling of
fucking imploding he watched the farm quickly coming closer—and with it his
sealed doom.
                                       ♦ 
They started right away. Jensen had parked the giant truck in the driveway and
was out of the car and Jared's sight within a matter of seconds, leaving the
boy to his own devices. Unsure what to do Jared had busied himself gathering
his belongings from the loading space of the car and was about to drag the
heavy backpack towards the front door when Jensen appeared around the corner
again.
“You need a special invitation, boy?” he huffed out as he tried to keep the
barking and frantically moving ball of fur next to him at bay. The man's right
hand was clasped around the collar of a giant, sand-colored dog with curly fur
and Jared couldn't help but gave a little chuckle at the sight of the overly
excited pup.
“No, sorry,” he replied after a moment of admiring the dog and then dutifully
followed his host down the path that lead away from the main house and straight
towards the massive stables.
                                       ♦ 
The spicy scent of horse was overwhelming when Jared stepped into the cool
shadows of the flat building.
“You can start here,” Jensen mumbled and it didn't sound like a question when
he pressed a pitchfork and a broom into Jared's hands. “'S no big deal, just
remove the soaked straw and shovel the dung into the barrow. Those two boxes—”
he pointed over his shoulder towards the empty booths—“need some attention,
too. You can do them next. And be careful with that fork. Don't want you to get
hurt, city-boy.” And just like that and with a smug smile curling his lips,
Jensen turned his back towards a gaping Jared and exited the stables, heading
to god knows where.
It took Jared a few minutes to gather himself. Frozen to the spot and staring
at the point he had last seen his host vanishing into the sunshine, he didn't
know what to do with himself and all the thoughts racing through his mind. His
head was spinning, clouded with the sudden change of plans he was confronted
with. Not that he had have a particular plan after fleeing the campground in
the first place. And though his chest still felt like someone had punched a
giant hole through it, he couldn't help but feel a little bit excited about
spending the night with Jensen. It wasn't like he had any chance—not with a
body like his, all gangly limbs and scrawny muscles—but the idea of sleeping
under the same roof with such a hot piece of ass alone made Jared's cock stir
in his threadbare jeans.
But all musings and fantasizing wouldn't get any work done. With a huff and his
lower lips already swollen from all the worrying he'd done with his teeth,
Jared finally stepped into the shadow of the giant horse-box and started
shoveling.
One hour and several piles of literal crap later Jared was—once again—covered
in sweat and grease. His back was pinching like a bitch and his knees kept
buckling slightly as he staggered towards the exit. He had worked like an ox
and now his skin was slick with sweat and his bangs clung to his forehead,
sending a flush down his cheeks and neck. Oh, and, he was done—one hundred
fucking percent done with everything and especially with the sore skin on his
hands, palms blistering. To hell with cleaning out boxes—to hell with fucking
stalls, period—and to hell with horses, and stables, farms and heaven and earth
and everything in between. To hell with the whole fucking world. Fuck. Oh yeah,
and to hell with his asshole of a host—stupidly attractive asshole, mind
you—who didn't seem to give two shits about leaving Jared with such an
ungrateful task.
“Mean fuck,” Jared mumbled as he made his way out of the building, stepping
into the orange light of the late afternoon. He had it enough for the day, in
fact enough for the whole week and probably the whole month, too. During the
last twenty-four hours he had been betrayed by his boyfriend and kicked out of
his own tent. He had been forced to sleep in the woods, had walked what felt
like a hundred miles in the baking hot sun, had been called city-boy and
laughed at and now he was fucking fed up. His life hadn't been exactly a dance
in the daises until now and most of the time he lived by the suck it up and get
it over with-attitude, but this was just too much.
There was a horse whinnying somewhere near the paddock Jared had caught a
glimpse of earlier and with a scowl he stomped towards the pitiful sound.
Circling the stables, he quickly found his way blocked by a wooden fence and
was greeted with another—this time clearly more furious—neigh right behind him.
Glowering and teeth grinding, Jared spun on his heels as he was looking to find
his host to tell him that he was done for good when suddenly he felt like
someone had pulled the rug out from under him.
Jensen wasn't solely riding the whinnying horse, he was fucking dominating it.
Enthroned on top of the bulky stallion—its huge body bucking and straining
against the reigns—Jensen didn't even seem to pay any mind to the frantic
movements of the horse. The look on his face was almost serene. He wasn't
wearing his plaid shirt anymore, but only a white wife-beater and the
threadbare fabric clinging obscenely to his chest, leaving nothing to Jared's
imagination. Jensen's jeans were riding dangerously low on his hips, the black
cowboy boots he now wore securely seated in the swinging stirrups. Jensen was a
fucking epiphany. It was ridiculous.
Dusty-brown hair. Flushed cheeks covered by rough scruff. Smooth muscles
bunching and stretching underneath the soaked shirt. Beefy forearms flexing
against the reigns. Abroad chest with strong pecs, firm thighs grasping the
horse's back in an iron grip—everything about that man was an invitation and
Jared didn't dare to move, not even breathe, because he knew he couldn't be
trusted anymore.
“Good boy,” Jensen drawled as soon as the neighing, fighting horse started to
calm down and he leaned in to pet the animal's neck with a gloved hand. The
Tinker whined in response and made a last, half-assed attempt to get rid of his
passenger before it stopped bucking altogether and fell into a slow and
peaceful trot instead. “There, that's a good boy. That's what I like to see,”
Jensen continued, seemingly unaware of his audience, and with a slight squeeze
of his thigh he encouraged the heaving horse to speed up until they were flying
over the dust in a leisurely gallop.
Jared didn't know how long he just stood and stared—mouth slightly ajar, pants
tight and a lump forming in his throat—but it must have been long enough to be
caught by Jensen eventually.
“Hey city-boy, how's work going? Everything done?” he shouted from where he was
still mounted on top of the stallion. The smile that stretched his lips was
smug and self-satisfied, and Jared wanted to wipe it off his disturbingly
beautiful face.
He scoffed instead. “Done, Mr. Bossy-pants,” he replied and stood a little
taller.
“Good,” was Jensen's only answer as he guided the exhausted horse to where
Jared was leaning against the fence. The animal was completely calm now, white
foam dripping from its muzzle and its soft ears twitching nervously towards
Jensen's voice as he kept talking in a low voice as they approach Jared's
postion.
“All the boxes clean?” Jensen asked as soon as he stopped in front of his
involuntary helper, grinning brazenly.
Jared nodded, not quite trusting his voice now that Jensen was so close he
could see every single droplet of salty sweat trickling out of his hairline and
rolling into the seam of his tank top. The man looked even more superior from
where he was standing now next to the snuffling horse, his hair a tousled mess
and the golden freckles a stark contrast against his flushed cheeks.
“Fine. You up for another task or already too exhausted from all the hard
work?” he asked. He really liked to make fun of Jared, who couldn't help but
grind his teeth at the snarky remark. “Or you wanna have a ride instead? We
could bet on how long you could hold yourself on Diego's back, waddaya think?
Young city-boy against the big, bad horse? Sounds like a whole lotta fun.”
Jared felt his brows furrow in anger. “Yeah, like buttloads of fun. My heart's
shattered anyway, can't wait to break my bones, too, jerk,” he blurted out, not
even realizing what he had just revealed. Jensen's bossy comments stung and he
was done sucking everything up and being treated like a child. First Tom, now
Jensen—he was done being everyone's favorite fool.
“Whoa there tiger, no reason to throw a tantrum,” Jensen replied and Jared was
surprised to see regret written all over his face. “Wouldn't want you on top of
that guy anyway, almost broke my back last time I tried to break him in.”
Jared didn't even want to be curious—wanted to stay grumpy and displeased
instead—but something about the reproachful look on Jensen's face seemed to
cool his boiling blood. And really, who was he trying to fool? His body was too
exhausted to stay angry anyway.
“Really?” he asked after a few heartbeats of silence, watching Jensen fondling
the horse's muzzle with his gloved fingers. “What happened?”
“He bucked, I fell, he tried to trample me into the ground. No biggie.”
Jared gasped. “Sounds pretty fucking dangerous to me.” He could feel his eyes
going wide until he looked like a scared deer, caught in the headlights of a
truck. “Are you never afraid of... dying out here? With no-one around to call
an ambulance when shit hits the fan?”
Jensen huffed out a laugh. “I never thought about it before,” he confessed. “'S
stupid to show fear anyway, horses can smell it. You can't train them when
you're afraid of their height or strength. Besides Diego is a big ol' coward,
right, buddy?”
Jared gulped. “He doesn't look like a coward to me,” he mumbled as he eyed the
giant stallion, its head hanging low and chest still heaving from the effort of
sending Jensen flying. Indeed he didn't look like a coward, not one inch of his
huge, muscled body—let alone those giant hooves.
“Don't let him fool you, boy. He's really nothing but a poser and a big baby.
Only a few months ago he was just a foal and let me rub his tummy all night
long when he caught a stomach bug during the drought.”
Jared didn't know what to make of this. He was pretty sure he could handle
grumpy, harsh Jensen, mocking him shamelessly—but this? Jensen being all kind
and speaking so fondly about his horse? That was something new and unexpected
and it caught Jared completely off-guard. And just to make things worse, Jensen
continued to talk to him in that same, soft voice.
“'M sorry you're... not alright. I didn't mean to make fun of you.”
Jared nodded—chest and pants tight—his heart suddenly thrumming beneath his
ribcage like a war drum. “Okay,” he replied breathily and tried to concentrate
on the horse's lazy movements. “Are you... is this what you're doing all day
long?” He tried to change the subject, gesturing towards the horse.
“You mean besides picking up strays?” Jensen replied with a wink and slowly
started to unclasp the straps from the stallion's saddle. “Yeah, that's what I
do for a living. Breeding and training horses.”
“Sounds a bit boring.”
Jensen snorted. “Did it look boring to you, kid?”
Jared ducked his head while every fiber in his body had to fight down the urge
to reply with a whispered It looked fucking godlike, or even worse, I wish I'd
been the horse. He went for a dry “no,” instead and kept his eyes downcast,
focusing on Jensen's gloved fingers that kept nimbly unsaddling the horse.
“That's what I thought,” Jensen agreed, laughing again, good-naturedly and
soft. They walked in silence when Jensen had finished his task and guided the
peacefully huffing horse back into the stables. Jared didn't even think about
it and just followed their tracks, his legs moving on autopilot while his mind
kept spinning in circles. The shadow of the building was, after the blinding
sunlight outside, almost a shock and felt like a cool hand, ghosting over
Jared's skin, soothing the burning red skin of his cheeks and neck.
“You did well with the boxes,” Jensen admitted when he returned from watering
the horse and inspecting Jared's work. He seemed pleased—surprised even—and it
sent a tiny spike of pride down Jared's spine.
“Yeah well, someone has to take care of the boxes while you prefer to fool
around with the horses outside, right?” he blurted out heedlesly, cursing
himself for being so blunt and unable to keep his gigantic mouth shut. There
was a slight change in Jensen's composure—just a minor twitch of his shoulders.
It was barely there and hard to recognize, but impossible for Jared to miss.
“You think?” Jensen drawled and suddenly he was everything Jared could see as
he crowded into the boy's space, practically forcing him to retreat until he
felt the barn's wall bump into his back. “You think I was just fooling around,
huh?” Jensen continued, sticking his face into Jared's. His pupils were blown
wide in the fuzzy half-light of the stables and his huge body loomed over
Jared, pushed him up against the wall.
“Nu uh,” Jared tried with his chest constricting in a mix of want and fear, the
ache that had swung through him since he caught Tom fucking around suddenly
stilling. “I just... I wanted... it was just...”
“Mmnnnh, what did you want, huh? What do you want right now?” Jensen mumbled
and closed the last gap between their bodies with a quick step forward, the
bulk of his body pressing up the entire length of Jared's.
“I-I don't know... what... I-”
“You, you don't know?” Jensen echoed, mocking him with a whiskey-smooth voice,
rich and vibrant like the most luxurious velvet. “Too bad, because I know
exactly what you need right now, boy.”
Jared couldn't stifle the moan that formed in the back of his throat. His skin
was bathing in the heat that spread from Jensen's body. Specks of golden dust
were dancing in the sun outside the barn and the air smelled like hay and dust.
The honeyed freckles on Jensen's cheeks were distracting, beautiful, pulling
Jared's thoughts away from the raging hard-on thaat was pressing against his
thigh.
“A-and what is that?” he eventually managed to whisper, eyes wide and hands
glued to his sides, clutching the damp fabric of his jeans to keep himself from
surging forward and into Jensen's arms.
Jensen hummed contently at the little stammer in Jared's voice, the sound
reverberating through Jared's chest and swinging inside him like a wake-up
call. “You need my cock in your mouth, don't you? You need to feel it on your
tongue when I fuck your face, right?”
Jared nodded, gulping.
“I knew it,” Jensen rasped and let his breath ghost over the delicate skin on
Jared's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Their bodies lay flush against
each other, their aching cocks slotted together through the heavy layers of
dirt-stained fabric; but neither of them dared to make the first move yet. “I
knew you were a little slut for my cock the moment I caught you staring how I
was training the horse. You can't wait to taste it, huh?”
“Yeah,” the boy whimpered and finally—fucking finally—he felt the man's hands
skin down his flank: strong fingers hiking the ratty shirt up and roughly
stroking the flat plains of his taut stomach. The feeling of skin against skin
sent white-hot sparks along Jared's nerves.
“Yeah, you want it bad, right? Say it, say it out loud. I wanna hear you say
it, Jay.” Jensen demanded and there was nothing Jared could do but comply, his
body writhing against Jensen's, tension firmly set into every muscle.
“Yeah, I want it. I need you to f-fuck my mouth, please let me have it.”
“You need it? You're gonna go on your knees and suck my cock with those pretty
pink lips of yours?”
“Yes, everything—anything you want. Just please, please give it to me. I need
it... n-now.”
Jensen's smile was beyond smug as he pushed himself off Jared's body. “That's a
good boy,” he muttered, his eyes all but ravishing Jared's small form. “Gonna
give you what you need, baby. C'mon, I'm gonna give it to you good,”
Willing his hands to move, Jared tried not to fall apart with how much he
wanted this. With shaking hands he unbuckled Jensen's belt before he went for
the tightly shut zipper. It took him a while to strip Jensen—his hands not
quite taking the orders his fuzzy mind kept sending through his nerve
tracts—but once finished he could feel his mouth watering.
Jensen's cock was at least as gorgeous as the whole rest of the man:
beautifully shaped, slightly curved and covered in velvety skin, a dust of
freckles around the dark pink tip. Thick and hot, leaking pre-come, balls
hanging heavy below the twitching shaft. It was everything Jared wanted right
now and he couldn't be bothered to hold on any longer. With a needy moan he
dropped to his knees and buried his face into the soft, blonde hair curling in
Jensen's crotch. Inhaling deeply, he took a whiff of the strong, heady scent
before he leaned back to flick his tongue across the blunt head.
Jensen's moan was deep and low and hungry, his rich voice so fucking delicious
in Jared's ears that he couldn't stop himself from doing it again. Smiling, he
dragged wet, pink tongue along the exposed tip of the man's weeping cock. And
good Lord, if that didn't taste fan-fucking-tastic: salty and sweet, with a
hint of bitterness and just the right amount of a sweaty note to it—Jared was
instantly addicted. It gave him enough courage to lean in and wrap his lips
around the beautiful cock in front of his face, the thick head easily gliding
into the silken heat of his wet mouth.
“Fuck, Jay,” Jensen crooned. His hands found their way into Jared's hair, slid
right into the soft mane and fisted tightly around the chestnut strands
instantly. “Feels fucking amazing, keep going—”
Jared hummed in approval. It sent a wave of delicious vibrations through
Jensen's cock while he kept lapping at the leaking slit, gathering all the
sticky pre-come with his tongue before swallowing around a mouthful of cock. It
drew another curse and a string of low sighs out of Jensen's mouth and prodded
Jared to suckle harder, lick faster around the wet tip of Jensen's cock. God,
he tasted so good; even the sheen of sweat shimmering around the base was like
ambrosia to Jared and he happily let go of the heavy cock on his tongue to lap
at Jensen's skin.
“Shit, you little devil, stop that,” Jensen cursed and his grip tightened in
Jared's mane, hips bucking forcefully into the hot touch. He didn't sign up for
that. Fuck.He had hoped for a sloppy blowjob and somewhat awkward, messy
kisses—but he hadn't even dared to imagine the teenage enthusiasm Jared brought
into action, not to speak of his skilled tongue or his fucking ridiculously
gorgeous lips.
Jared moaned quietly as he kept licking and sucking, his fingers coming to
clutch at Jensen's bare thighs, holding on to the firm muscle as he returned
his attention to the twitching cock. He was bolder this time, didn't need to
get used to taste and size of it, and sucked it all the way in, swallowing
Jensen's cock down his throat like a godamn pro as he tried to keep his
breathing steady.
Jensen thought he might go insane with the sudden suction the boy put on and
with another hissed “Fuuuuuuck, Jay, hnnnnghhh” he started moving, hips rocking
into Jared's face, cock sliding easily down his throat. It didn't take them
long to find the right rhythm—Jensen angling his pelvis so he could watch his
cock fuck in and out of the silken heat of Jared's mouth, and Jared letting his
jaw go slack, eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed in a beautiful shade of pink.
His throat was tight and wet and the moans spilling past his lips were obscene
and loud, a harsh contrast to the peaceful evening mood outside the stables.
And Jensen loved it. His eyes never leaving Jared's face as he enjoyed the
show. The smile on his lips was brazen, and with every sharp thrust he could
feel Jared's throat tighten around his cock.
“Fuck, you're so fucking good, baby,” he grunted between Jared's needy
whimpers. “Gonna make you suck it down, swallow it all.” And with the sweet
promise on his lips he picked up speed, hips pistoning, cock jabbing, body
rolling forward, driving his cock into Jared's mouth. Pounding in relentlessly.
Jared didn't notice the hard wood of the barn's wall banging against the back
of his head every time Jensen pushed in. He didn't feel his own erection
straining against the zipper of his jeans until the little metal teeth left
tiny imprints on his aching flesh. He didn't see the smug smile on Jensen's
face, didn't mind the denim of his pants getting thoroughly soaked with his own
pre-come. His focus lay solely on the beautiful, thick cock fucking in and out
of his mouth. He didn't even listen to the obscene moans and needy little
screams—cushioned by hot flesh or not—climbing out of his chest. His mind was
completely occupied with the incredibly satisfying feeling of someone using him
like that, manhandling him around and bruising his lips with every hard thrust.
“'M fucking close, baby, gonna spill my load down your tight little throat.”
Jensen panted after another couple of pushes and his grip tightened again in
Jared's hair, fingers tugging and pulling on the silky strands until the kid's
scalp tingled with dull pain.
Jared tried to nod. The corners of his eyes were streaked with moisture, but
Jensen just kept on going, even managed to wiggle a palm between Jared's head
and the barn's wall to cushion the steady thudthudthud. It took him a few more
thrusts—hard, sharp pushes down Jared's throat—before his hips started
stuttering and his jaw went slack.
“Gonna come. Take it, baby boy. C'mon Jay, hhnnnnghhhh, take i-it all,
please... baby.” And with a last erratic cant of his hips he spilled his load
on Jared's tongue, flooding his mouth with a bitter-sweet taste and bending
down shuddering, face buried in Jared's soft hair.
They stayed like that for quite a while, Jared on his knees, hands clutching
firm thighs, Jensen's still hard cock resting inside the wet heat of his mouth,
and Jensen clinging to the young man in his arms, knees wobbly and chest
heaving with the effort to keep breathing. Eventually he started moving again.
“Get up,” he mumbled as soon he had straightened himself a bit, hands
untangling from the silken mess he had made out of Jared's haircut. There was a
quiet grunt of disappointment followed by a wet pop as Jared pulled off
Jensen's dick before letting himself be dragged to his feet. “You did fucking
good, Jay. Such a good boy.”
Jared shuddered out a breath. “Yeah,” he replied. His mind was still clouded
with want and his head buzzing with anticipation. There was a wetness down his
pants—hot and sticky—that witnessed how much he really had enjoyed getting his
mouth thoroughly fucked by the older man—and it took Jensen only a few seconds
to notice it.
“Did you just come in your pants?” he asked incredulously, his gaze alternating
between the damp patch staining the front of Jared's jeans and his pretty,
boyish face, all dimpled cheeks and hazel eyes, completed by a pair of slick,
swollen lips.
Jared nodded, blushing, and waited for Jensen's outburst, his mockery about how
he was such a little virgin. But it didn't come.
Rough hands cupped his face instead, tilting his head up and forcing the kid to
look straight into astonishingly green eyes. “You little slut,” Jensen drawled
lovingly and leaned in for a leisurely kiss, their lips mingling and tongues
moving against each other in a languid pace. “Ready for another round?”
Jared's head moved on its own as it nodded frantically, sending his floppy
bangs flying with the sudden movement. “Yeah.”
“Good. Good boy,” Jensen replied breathily and moved his hands once again to
the hem of Jared's shirt, pulling it up. “Let's get you naked.”
And that they did. Without haste they stripped the clothing from Jared's body,
one thing after another, until everything lay discarded and forgotten in the
dust. Lastly Jared pulled of his sneakers and a shiver ran down his spine as he
stepped into the cool soil beneath his soles.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jensen chanted as soon as Jared was fully exposed and
he pulled Jared into his arms, dipping his tongue in for another taste of
Jared's sweet mouth. “And hard again. What an eager little slut you are.”
“You didn't even go soft,” Jared pointed out and snaked his fingers around the
still firm cock that kept bobbing against his stomach.
Jensen chuckled. “That's because I'm desperate, baby. And because I haven't had
a fuck in more than a month,” he replied and let his hands roam freely over
Jared's body, his rough fingers fondling every inch of the kid's smooth skin
before he pressed his lips against Jared's ear. “And because I have a massive
boner for you since the moment I saw you sitting there at the counter,” he
whispered longingly and with a soft smile on his lips.
“God,” Jared moaned in response and after getting his neck thoroughly
nuzzled—Jensen's rough scruff burning the delicate skin behind his ear and
around his collarbones—he let himself get dragged towards an old timber jack
standing in the corner right next to the boxes. It carried a saddle. It was all
smooth leather and silver straps, and Jensen's smile became wicked.
“Bend over,” he instructed and the sharpness in his voice made it clear that
this wasn't a suggestion. Jared hesitated, unsure what to do, and Jensen
decided that he might need some persuasion. The smirk still in place, one hand
resting on the small of the kid's back and the other circling the back of
Jared's neck, he applied some pressure on the lithe body underneath his
fingers, humming contently when Jared followed without complaining.
“That's right,” Jensen mumbled lowly and watched the kid bend over the saddle
until his chest and stomach were pressed against the cool leather, ass pushed
up and his perky little cheeks exposed to Jensen's hungry gaze. “You're doing
so well, Jay. 'M gonna make you feel good. Gotta trust me.”
And that's what Jared decided to do. Trust Jensen. Trust the warm, calloused
fingers on his back, tracing down to the soft swell of his ass and cupping it
roughly. Trust the hot puffs of breath that ghosted along his spine when Jensen
leaned in for a taste of Jared's skin, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses
down to his crack and staying there, tongue sucking at the intimate place.
Trust the rough palms spreading his cheeks, revealing his fluttering hole, and
trust the wet mouth closing around it after a few seconds of admiring the
inviting sight.
Jared's whole body contracted the moment he felt Jensen's lips pressing against
his tight hole, pulling a cry out of Jared's chest. Shivering, he whined into
the leather of the saddle, his hands scrambling frantically over the smooth
surface in desperate search for something to hold to. “Jen, please,” he pleaded
over and over again as he felt a wet, hot tongue brushing across the twitching
muscle ring, licking into his soaked heat and grazing the slick walls
curiously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jensen, hnnghhh, please let me... I need to...”
“You need what?” sounded the smug reply from behind Jared, the hot air of
Jensen's every exhale against his puffy hole driving Jared insane, making him
squirm where he was spread out on the saddle, ass on display and needily
begging for more.
“I need you... please do something... feels so empty, please...”
Jensen's breathing sped up. “Yeah? You need me to do what? C'mon Jared, spill.
Say it. I wanna make sure,”
There was a moment in which Jared was convinced he would vibrate out of his
skin. His whole body was quivering like a leaf in the evening breeze and his
body taut as a bowstring, ready to be plugged by expert fingers. “Need you to
fuck me, please,” he whined and cried out the second Jensen's mouth attacked
his hole again, pushing his tongue in while sucking greedily on the tight,
puckered muscle.
“Yeah? You sure 'bout that? Didn't sound very convincing from down here,”
Jensen teased, showering Jared's pink rim with sweet, wet kisses. “I may need
some more persuasion.”
“Please Jensen, fuck me. I need it. I feel s-so empty, god, I never... please,
do it. Fuck me hard, need to feel you,” Jared pleaded. At this point he was
pretty much reduced to a writhing mess, ready to be consumed by the infinitely
beautiful man licking his fucking asshole. “I need your cock inside me, Jen.
Please... now.”
A small chuckle came from Jensen before he finished his work with a last swipe
of his wet tongue along Jared's crack before getting up on his feet again.
“Such a little slut, so eager to get your fill,” he mumbled fondly and pressed
another line of kisses down Jared's back. “Gonna give you want you want.
Couldn't say no to someone who begs so prettily, could I?”
Jared shook his head and if he pushed up his ass even higher—presenting himself
to Jensen oh so shamelessly—he didn't do it on purpose but just because there
wasn't any patience left inside of him, every little inch of endurance swept
away by the all-engulfing need to get fucked so hard it'd make him see stars.
Which made the fact that Jensen took his time licking his palms and slicking
his throbbing cock thoroughly even more frustrating and soon Jared found
himself rubbing his ass against Jensen's crotch.
“C'mon, please come on, Jen,” he whimpered and almost started crying as he
finally—fucking finally—felt the blunt tip of a cock nudging against his tight
asshole.
“Promise me you won't bite your tongue, baby,” Jensen instructed and the slight
tremble in his voice betrayed his pointed words. “I wanna hear you scream my
name while I fuck you, you hear me? Promise not to hold back, or I won't do
it.”
Jared whined. “Yes, yes I promise. Now get the fuck on with it, please, fucking
please,” He cried out, cock sliding against the smooth leather saddle as he
pushed back again. “Gonna do everything, I promise but please let me have it.”
“That's my boy,” Jensen chanted before spitting on his cock one last time
before starting to push in slowly.
Their combined moans were loud. Louder than anything Jared had ever heard and
they thundered in his ears and shattered his ear-drums as he felt Jensen's cock
smoothly inch in, stretching his walls and splitting him open thoroughly.
“More,” he demanded and sobbed violently seconds later when Jensen bottomed
out, his balls slapping against Jared's soft cheeks.
“Greedy one, are you, huh?” Jensen hissed as he sheathed himself inside Jared,
impaling the kid on his thick cock while gripping those slender hips tight.
“Move. Jensen, please. I'm not gonna break,” Jared pleaded, his voice wet with
sobs which turned into loud moans as soon as Jensen did as he asked.
And then neither of them spoke anymore for quite a long time. The thick, damp
air of the barn was filled with the slapping noises of skin against skin, of
cock pounding into slick heat and the sound of a beautiful man fucking a sweet,
needy teenager into his next life.
Jared was first to voice his needs again after while. “Harder,” he panted,
hands clinging to the creaky leather beneath his squirming body, his soles
frantically searching for friction to push up even higher, press back even
harder against the fat cock inside his ass. “Fuck me harder, I-I need it—”
“Yeah? Ya think you can take it?” Jensen moaned, breathless, his nails digging
into the soft skin of Jared's hips, leaving bruises and little dug-in crescent-
shaped imprints. “You think I can ride you like I rode that stallion, Jay?”
Jared cried out in pleasure hen Jensen changed the angle, hips canting and cock
hitting that one spot that sent Jared's body flying, letting him see stars.
“Yes, I-I can... I can handle it. 'M not a foal, fucking mount me, Jensen. Ride
me hard. Please, I need it, need your cock, need you to stuff my hole...
hnnnghhh.”
Jensen couldn't help but chuckle. “But you are still a foal,” he objected as he
simultaneously buried himself balls-deep in the kid's velvet-soft hole, feeling
it suck him in, wrapping itself snugly around the base of his cock. “And such a
pretty one. Makes me want to burn my mark on your thigh and keep you for...
breeding.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” Jensen mumbled and leaned in to scrape his teeth over the delicate
skin of Jared's neck. “I'm already breaking you in, right? Can you feel it?
Feel my cock stretching your insides? Fucking into you? Shit, you fit me like
you were made for me.”
Jared keened, fucking sobbed. “Yes, I-I can feel it,” His voice quiet against
the constant slapping of skin and his lithe body shuddering under Jensen's
touch. “I'd let you... breed me e-every day.”
“I knew you'd be a good boy,” Jensen crooned and sped up once again, his pace
brutal, his cock ramming into the kid and splitting him wide open. “Knew you'd
be a little slut for my cock, begging to get pumped full of my come.”
Jared didn't see his orgasm coming, didn't even know he was so close to the
edge. But when he felt Jensen whispering into his ear and listened to the filth
spilling past Jensen's lips, he just came. And this time he came hard. Hands
clutching the clasps of the saddle, knuckles white from gripping tight, his
feet flying off the ground, he felt his load spurting out of his cock, shooting
in hot ropes over the leather and painting it white. His vision went blank for
a few seconds and all the wind seemed to be knocked out of hs lungs, his heart
racing a thousand miles per hour and almost bursting through his ribcage.
“Fuck Jensen, hnnnghhhhhh,” he screamed and while riding out his pleasure he
felt Jensen follow, his cock swelling inside Jared's ass and spilling deep,
filling Jared's ass thoroughly until warm, sticky come squeezed out around
Jensen's cock.
Falling forward and draping himself over Jared like a sweaty, greasy blanket,
Jensen couldn't bring himself to care about the mess they had made in his barn
and this time they needed quite a bit of time to calm down again. Sweat
mingling with come, their bodies heaving against each other, skin slick with
spit and both their eyes fluttered shut in utter contentment, they let their
trembling limbs go lax. Heat coiled between them and Jared was about to doze
off as he felt—to his disappointment—Jensen lifting himself up.
“You going?” He asked after he heard the rustling of clothes. Jensen only
grunted in response and seconds later Jared could feel the rough stubble of the
man's cheeks scratch across his left thigh. “What are you doing? Please not....
aaaaahhhnn, not another round.”
Jensen growled low in his chest. He stilled Jared's jerking movements by
holding him close and all the while his harsh scruff never left Jared's soft
skin. “Shut up and take it like a man,” he drawled and scrubbed his chin across
Jared's inner leg, burning the smooth surface thoroughly, marking it with
patches of red.
“Please Jensen, I'm... ugh, I'm fucking sore,” Jared kept on whining and tried
to wiggled himself out of Jensen's iron grip without much success. “What are
you doing down there anyway?”
Jensen didn't let himself get carried away by the boy's constant protests and
only finished his task when he was completely satisfied with the outcome: the
delicate skin slightly swollen of the abuse, red and thoroughly scruff-
burned—exactly like he wanted it to be.
“Told ya I was gonna mark you as mine, didn't I?”
Jared—finally free to turn around and examine Jensen work—blinked a few times
in confusion, dumbfounded, before his lips curled into a lopsided grin. “So you
do wanna keep me for breeding?” he concluded and felt his heart skip a beat,
his body suddenly aching to be consumed by Jensen all over again.
“Pretty fucking obvious, don'tcha think?” Jensen replied and with another
longing look at his mark he carefully gathered Jared into his arms, kissing him
softly. “And don't you dare to let yourself be mounted by another stallion, you
hear me? I'm not one to share.”
“That much I figured,” Jared replied and pressed his face into the crook of
Jensen's neck, nosing along the sticky skin. “And didn't intend to, either.”
“Good,” Jensen mumbled and picked the boy up easily, letting him wrap his long
legs around his waist. “Good boy.”
End Notes
     This story is inspired by one of Ursa's glorious headcannons.
     Twink!Jared gives me life. Seriously. I'm not kidding. He's the
     sweetest little slut and I'd love to see
     him get fucked by scruffy present!Jensen, I s2g.
     Beta'd by my beautiful Jess. UwU
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