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mrstottenOk so I don't think i've written anything in the SPN Fandom in like FOREVER, even longer since I wrote J2, but it is the ever lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_heart_june 's birthday and she requested fic from the Black Cartel verse, and I have never been able to say no to Juney. So here it is I really hope you like it Juney bug. Be warned it is pwp, lots of porn, little plot. Set in the lovely dreamersdare BC verse, it makes far far more sense if you have read that, and if you haven't you really should. Featuring a very dark and quite disturbed Jared and a very mixed up self hating Jensen.
Ok onto the fic
Title Total Accountability
Rating NC-17
Pairing J2, Jared/Jensen, RPS
Notes A huge thanks to the lovelyveritas_st for the hand holding, to gwenknight for making me feel better about my porn wiritng skills and a huge, huge, HUGE thanks to the lovely dreamersdare for letting me borrow her verse, play with her pretty boys, letting me steal her Porn fu and basically helping make the porny scenes make sense, stay in character and not totally suck :)
Disclaimer Nothing is mine, I just like the pretty.
Warnings Dark! Jared, Mixed up Jensen, D/s relationship.
Summary “You should know by now my sweet, sweet whore, that there is no peace for either of us as long as you keep fighting me.”
Something wasn’t right, It took Jensen a couple of minutes after waking to finally realise what felt wrong. The sheets felt too soft, the light glaring. His throat and tongue felt like sandpaper. He shifted suddenly and was grounded by the one familiar sensation from the last couple of days, wracking pain shooting up his body, making him feel dizzy and nauseous.
He searched his memory to try and piece together the remnants of the last few broken days. He definitely remembered leaving the dock where Jared’s boat was jettied. ‘The Colt’ a larger,more grandiose version of ‘The Winchester II’ had been the latest venue for one of Jared’s many parties. Jensen had known he hadn’t much time, anything more than five minutes and Jared would come looking for him, but he had just needed some air, a brief respite away from the noise and the drugs and the sex to just breathe.
Everything after that was just…hazy. He remembered sensations; blackness covering his eyes, hands hard and too brutal to even belong to Jared pinning him, the smell of something almost saccharinely sweet pulling him down into utter darkness. After that there were flashes; dampness in his nostrils, harsh and foreign voices sounding alternately angry and scared, a cold, wet mattress that made his bones ache. He could feel the shadow of sharp cuts and deep burns and hear the echo of voices laughing as he struggled. Jensen shuddered at the memories as they crowded his mind. Most of all he remembered the darkness; the cloth covering his eyes and the cramped, darkened space blotting out any type of light until he sometimes wondered in his moments of awareness if perhaps they had actually done something to his eyes, leaving him unable to see, until, halfway to crazed, he had ended up fighting to get his hands free to claw at his own eyes just to find out if they were still there.
Which explained why the light now felt so bright, almost blinding. Jensen blinked, automatically squinting against the stabbing pain in his eyes. After what felt like forever shrouded in the shadows of darkness it burned his retinas and made his head thump with a continuous thready pain. But the pain was quickly forgotten as a voice, soft as honeyed silk but with an undercurrent of furious anger that Jensen recognised all too well, cut across his thoughts.
“So you’re finally awake sweetheart. I was beginning to think you were going to play at being sleeping beauty forever.”
The words, although spoken softly, filled Jensen with sickening dread. He had known this was coming; in his brief moments of lucidity his one burning thought had been ‘Jared is going to be furious’. As sure as he had been that Jared would come for him, he had also known that his fury wouldn’t be contained only to those who had held Jensen captive. Jensen would have to take his own share of the blame for this. He had allowed this to happen; hell, Jensen was self-aware enough to acknowledge that, given his propensity to fuck things up between them, Jared might even believe he had encouraged it. His need to get away from the noise and the bustle and everything else had allowed those guys to take him. Jensen had known this, had been expecting it. After everything he knew, everything he had learned, he really had no one to blame but himself. After all he knew the rules.
Jensen searched his mind, his tongue desperately scrabbling for the right words. The words that would minimise the damage his stupidity had caused. He blinked against the light, his eyes straining to focus and see what clues he could gage from Jared’s face. Even with perfect eyesight Jensen knew it would be of little use, Jared never let Jensen see anything he didn’t want him to pick up on, but Jensen had learned from long experience that any advantage, however slight, could mean the difference between an angry Jared and a furious one.
“How…how long have I been sleeping?” Jensen finally asked. His moth felt dry, his tongue heavy and when the words came out there was a harsh rasp that let him know his voice had been unused for longer than the three days he could actually account for.
“Seven days,” Jared replied casually, his words confirming just how much shit Jensen was in. He knew he had been held captive for at least three days, now all he had to figure out, how long he had been home.
“How long have I been…?”
“I got you back three days ago,” Jared confirmed, his tone hardening, and Jensen felt his chest tighten as the implicit threat in that tone wrapped around him like iron.
He was fucked, no two ways about it. He knew Jared would be pissed enough about him being kidnapped, but the fact that he had been back here, for three days and out cold, unable to answer Jared’s questions, meet Jared’s demands would only make the situation a thousand times worse.
“I think they drugged me,” Jensen replied ineffectually. He knew the excuse would mean nothing to Jared, if he hadn’t been kidnapped he wouldn’t have been drugged, but his own survival instincts had taught him that sometimes it was better to offer an excuse, any excuse.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you didn’t wake up after the first day,” Jared replied his voice dark an almost biting amusement lacing his tone. Jensen jumped as Jared’s hand ghosted up his side, his fingers somehow unerringly finding every bruise and cut that hadn’t been put there by his own hands. Jensen knew he would pay for that too.
When Jared’s hand closed around Jensen’s wrist, his fingers hard, bruising against the cuts and lacerations made by whatever they had used to tie him down, Jensen forced his body to still. He knew he was now in damage control mode. He had to try and talk Jared down from whatever ledge Jensen’s kidnapping had put him on. Otherwise god only knew how much more fucked up his body and mind would end up.
“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Jared’s voice was deceptively calm, his hand tight around Jensen’s wrist as the other ghosted over his skin, feeling out each cut, each mark, each bruise.
“They kidnapped me Jared.”
“Mhhmm,” Jared replied non-committedly, his fingers probing into a deep open gash in Jensen’s side, the touch bringing with it a sharp pain. Jared’s eyes met Jensen’s finally, the dark anger there causing the gasp to die half formed in Jensen’s throat. Oh yes he was fucked. His mind scrambled desperately to work past the pain and say something, anything to fix this.
“I didn’t leave, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying…. They took me.”
A groan escaped Jensen, as Jared’s fingers dug a little deeper, the smile on his face a mixture of malice and restrained fury. Jensen stilled his body, as Jared leaned close to his ear, each of his aching muscles screaming in protest. He knew this game, as long as he played it correctly, there was still a chance he could stop Jared getting angry enough to cause any real damage.
“They wouldn’t have been able to take you anywhere sweetheart, if you’d have been a good boy and played by the fucking rules. When are you going to learn, Jensen?” Jared’s growl was harsh and furious in his ear. “When are you going to learn to do what you are fucking told?”
“Put your hands above your head,” Jared commanded.
Jensen complied immediately. Jared wrapped his hand around Jensen's wrist, his grip hard, punishing and took possession of Jensen’s lips in a bruising kiss. Jensen found his hips flexing, moving upwards almost unconsciously and he was unable to stop the strong sweep of shame that filled him as Jared’s laugh vibrated low and dark against his mouth.
Jared’s lips traced along his jawline, pressing soft, almost gentle kisses against Jensen's skin. At the same time he tightened his fingers around Jensen’s wrist, and let his free hand trail over Jensen's body in time with the movement of his mouth, mapping the cuts and bruises covering Jensen’s chest, causing pain and pleasure to ricochet through his body. Almost against his will Jensen felt his cock hardening and he wondered (not for the first time) just how fucked up he had allowed himself to become that he wanted the pain of Jared’s fingers, almost as much as he wanted the pleasure of his mouth.
He groaned, unable to stop himself as Jared wrapped his fingers around Jensen’s cock, his touch swift and sure as he stroked. Jared varied the pace, the speed, the firmness of his touch, his movements totally at odds with the pain his fingers had been creating earlier and Jensen felt himself start to relax, his limbs becoming almost languid as his hips moved against Jared’s hand, fuelling the dizzying desire that was sweeping through Jensen, clouding his vision. Everything in him narrowed down to just this; to Jared’s hands on his cock and Jared’s mouth on his mouth. Jared’s tongue swept against his lips, demanding entrance, followed by his teeth, punishing and bruising, and Jensen felt coherence abandoning him, leaving him breathless and dizzy
Jared’s hand stilled on his cock and Jensen was unable to stop the stuttering of his hips as they pushed up, wanting more. Jared’s hand tightened firmly on the base of Jensen’s cock though and Jensen swallowed back his instinctive groan.
“Why were you on the deck, sweetheart?” Jared’s voice appeared casual, but the tone demanded answers, and Jensen was unable to stop the almost needy whine that escaped his lips.
“I…I just needed,” he gasped as Jared pulled his hand away from Jensen’s cock, coating his fingers in Jensen precome before pushing his finger into Jensen’s ass, the burn at the intrusion, causing his nerve endings to spark. As Jared bent forward, taking the head of Jensen’s cock in his mouth, he removed his hand from Jensen’s wrist, a swift and hard instruction not to move as he pushed another finger in, stretching and opening him, his fingers moving, fast and hard, as his mouth started to move up and down the head of Jensen’s cock. The mixture of pain and pleasure made Jensen feel like screaming, his body almost thrashing, moving hard against Jared’s fingers and mouth and he groaned, as Jared stopped, pulling away and his fingers stilling.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” Jared stated, his voice hard. “What exactly was it you needed so much you were willing to disobey a direct order from me and leave the boat? Where were you trying to go Jensen? Were you trying to run?” Each question was punctuated by an almost punishing twist of the fingers inside Jensen’s ass and as they pushed against his prostate Jensen desperately fought the burn-tangled pleasure and scrabbled for his mind to work, to provide some sort of answer to make Jared stop, to make him start, to fix whatever it was Jensen had managed to break.
“No. I wasn’t going anywhere, it was the party, it was too loud, too distracting, I just needed some…” Jensen’s voice stammered as Jared firmly slid another finger inside his ass, his hips bucked, pushing against Jared’s hand.
“Some what Jensen?”
“Peace,” Jensen breathed out. “I just needed some peace.”
“Good boy,” Jared whispered, his fingers starting to move in and out of Jensen in time with the movements of Jensen’s hips. “Stupid though.” Jensen tried to clear his head, make sense of what Jared was saying. “You should know by now my sweet, sweet whore, that there is no peace for either of us as long as you keep fighting me.”
Jared’s fingers twisted inside Jensen, pushing hard against his prostate and Jensen half-sobbed as the pleasure wracked his body and he responded thoughtlessly, instinctively
“That’s it,” Jared encouraged, his voice harsh, filled with a dark satisfaction. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself on my hand.”
The shame and pleasure coursed through Jensen and he gave up on feeling anything but this, this desperate desire that only Jared seemed to be able to cause within him. It took less than a few more minutes of pushing himself on and off Jared’s fingers before Jensen could feel his orgasm building. In a swift movement Jared’s mouth closed over his cock, and Jensen was unable to stop the bucking of his hips that pushed his cock deeper and he screamed, a high keening sound as he came down Jared’s throat.
Jensen barely had time to get his breath back before he felt Jared climbing above him, his legs straddling Jensen’s chest.
“Open your mouth,” Jared commanded, before pushing his cock into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen forced his jaw to relax as Jared began to fuck his mouth, his senses narrowed to focus on the heavy weight of Jared's cock on his tongue and the brush of so-soft skin against his lips. Jared stared down at him, his eyes darkening, and brought his fingers up to frame Jensen's jaw.
“That’s it sweetheart, get my cock nice and wet, because it is the only lubrication you’re getting.”
Jensen groaned at Jared’s words, causing a dark, wicked smile to cross Jared's face before he pulled his cock out Jensen’s mouth and crawled back down the bed, never breaking eye contact as he lifted Jensen’s legs above his shoulders, the position making Jensen’s muscles protest.
The strong sharp burn as Jared pushed in, his cock prepped only with the spit of Jensen saliva was almost too much to bear. The pain of the burn mixed with the screaming of Jensen’s muscles and the bruises and contusions covering his body was almost unbearable. But Jared never looked away from him, his gaze burning into Jensen like a brand and, god it was fucked up, but Jensen didn't want it to stop. Jensen didn't want Jared to stop, even like this. Even with his body screaming it's protests at every flex of Jared's muscles and ever jarring shift of his hips, it felt...right. Fitting. Necessary.
Jared's hips stuttered and he trailed his hands over Jensen's skin, higher and higher to cover his throat, his grip bruising, punishing on his windpipe. Jensen couldn't breathe. He couldn't pull in enough air and he felt his vision start to bleed at the edges as his lungs strained against the tight hand around his throat, the cock buried deep inside him. It was a futile effort' and Jensen knew it even if his body hadn't caught on; he wasn't in control and he could do nothing more than just lie there, his body almost lax as Jared used him. He couldn’t contain the start of surprise though as Jared pulled out, his hand relaxing on Jensen’s neck and a deep guttural groan escaping Jared’s throat as he came over Jensen’s legs and stomach.
Jensen lay there, the shame heating his cheeks as the pool of come on his stomach rapidly cooled and dried, his body aching and protesting as Jared climbed over him, pulling him into a tight, hard embrace. Jared’s sharp command to sleep forced his eyes closed, but as he felt Jared’s body relax next to him, his breathing coming slow and even Jensen found sleep hard in coming, the thoughts and fears flying through his head at a hundred miles per hour. He knew that this had just been his welcome home. Jared’s reclaiming.
The punishment was still to come.
big_heart_june 's birthday and she requested fic from the Black Cartel verse, and I have never been able to say no to Juney. So here it is I really hope you like it Juney bug. Be warned it is pwp, lots of porn, little plot. Set in the lovely dreamersdare BC verse, it makes far far more sense if you have read that, and if you haven't you really should. Featuring a very dark and quite disturbed Jared and a very mixed up self hating Jensen.Ok onto the fic
Title Total Accountability
Rating NC-17
Pairing J2, Jared/Jensen, RPS
Notes A huge thanks to the lovely
veritas_st for the hand holding, to gwenknight for making me feel better about my porn wiritng skills and a huge, huge, HUGE thanks to the lovely dreamersdare for letting me borrow her verse, play with her pretty boys, letting me steal her Porn fu and basically helping make the porny scenes make sense, stay in character and not totally suck :)Disclaimer Nothing is mine, I just like the pretty.
Warnings Dark! Jared, Mixed up Jensen, D/s relationship.
Summary “You should know by now my sweet, sweet whore, that there is no peace for either of us as long as you keep fighting me.”
Something wasn’t right, It took Jensen a couple of minutes after waking to finally realise what felt wrong. The sheets felt too soft, the light glaring. His throat and tongue felt like sandpaper. He shifted suddenly and was grounded by the one familiar sensation from the last couple of days, wracking pain shooting up his body, making him feel dizzy and nauseous.
He searched his memory to try and piece together the remnants of the last few broken days. He definitely remembered leaving the dock where Jared’s boat was jettied. ‘The Colt’ a larger,more grandiose version of ‘The Winchester II’ had been the latest venue for one of Jared’s many parties. Jensen had known he hadn’t much time, anything more than five minutes and Jared would come looking for him, but he had just needed some air, a brief respite away from the noise and the drugs and the sex to just breathe.
Everything after that was just…hazy. He remembered sensations; blackness covering his eyes, hands hard and too brutal to even belong to Jared pinning him, the smell of something almost saccharinely sweet pulling him down into utter darkness. After that there were flashes; dampness in his nostrils, harsh and foreign voices sounding alternately angry and scared, a cold, wet mattress that made his bones ache. He could feel the shadow of sharp cuts and deep burns and hear the echo of voices laughing as he struggled. Jensen shuddered at the memories as they crowded his mind. Most of all he remembered the darkness; the cloth covering his eyes and the cramped, darkened space blotting out any type of light until he sometimes wondered in his moments of awareness if perhaps they had actually done something to his eyes, leaving him unable to see, until, halfway to crazed, he had ended up fighting to get his hands free to claw at his own eyes just to find out if they were still there.
Which explained why the light now felt so bright, almost blinding. Jensen blinked, automatically squinting against the stabbing pain in his eyes. After what felt like forever shrouded in the shadows of darkness it burned his retinas and made his head thump with a continuous thready pain. But the pain was quickly forgotten as a voice, soft as honeyed silk but with an undercurrent of furious anger that Jensen recognised all too well, cut across his thoughts.
“So you’re finally awake sweetheart. I was beginning to think you were going to play at being sleeping beauty forever.”
The words, although spoken softly, filled Jensen with sickening dread. He had known this was coming; in his brief moments of lucidity his one burning thought had been ‘Jared is going to be furious’. As sure as he had been that Jared would come for him, he had also known that his fury wouldn’t be contained only to those who had held Jensen captive. Jensen would have to take his own share of the blame for this. He had allowed this to happen; hell, Jensen was self-aware enough to acknowledge that, given his propensity to fuck things up between them, Jared might even believe he had encouraged it. His need to get away from the noise and the bustle and everything else had allowed those guys to take him. Jensen had known this, had been expecting it. After everything he knew, everything he had learned, he really had no one to blame but himself. After all he knew the rules.
Jensen searched his mind, his tongue desperately scrabbling for the right words. The words that would minimise the damage his stupidity had caused. He blinked against the light, his eyes straining to focus and see what clues he could gage from Jared’s face. Even with perfect eyesight Jensen knew it would be of little use, Jared never let Jensen see anything he didn’t want him to pick up on, but Jensen had learned from long experience that any advantage, however slight, could mean the difference between an angry Jared and a furious one.
“How…how long have I been sleeping?” Jensen finally asked. His moth felt dry, his tongue heavy and when the words came out there was a harsh rasp that let him know his voice had been unused for longer than the three days he could actually account for.
“Seven days,” Jared replied casually, his words confirming just how much shit Jensen was in. He knew he had been held captive for at least three days, now all he had to figure out, how long he had been home.
“How long have I been…?”
“I got you back three days ago,” Jared confirmed, his tone hardening, and Jensen felt his chest tighten as the implicit threat in that tone wrapped around him like iron.
He was fucked, no two ways about it. He knew Jared would be pissed enough about him being kidnapped, but the fact that he had been back here, for three days and out cold, unable to answer Jared’s questions, meet Jared’s demands would only make the situation a thousand times worse.
“I think they drugged me,” Jensen replied ineffectually. He knew the excuse would mean nothing to Jared, if he hadn’t been kidnapped he wouldn’t have been drugged, but his own survival instincts had taught him that sometimes it was better to offer an excuse, any excuse.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you didn’t wake up after the first day,” Jared replied his voice dark an almost biting amusement lacing his tone. Jensen jumped as Jared’s hand ghosted up his side, his fingers somehow unerringly finding every bruise and cut that hadn’t been put there by his own hands. Jensen knew he would pay for that too.
When Jared’s hand closed around Jensen’s wrist, his fingers hard, bruising against the cuts and lacerations made by whatever they had used to tie him down, Jensen forced his body to still. He knew he was now in damage control mode. He had to try and talk Jared down from whatever ledge Jensen’s kidnapping had put him on. Otherwise god only knew how much more fucked up his body and mind would end up.
“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Jared’s voice was deceptively calm, his hand tight around Jensen’s wrist as the other ghosted over his skin, feeling out each cut, each mark, each bruise.
“They kidnapped me Jared.”
“Mhhmm,” Jared replied non-committedly, his fingers probing into a deep open gash in Jensen’s side, the touch bringing with it a sharp pain. Jared’s eyes met Jensen’s finally, the dark anger there causing the gasp to die half formed in Jensen’s throat. Oh yes he was fucked. His mind scrambled desperately to work past the pain and say something, anything to fix this.
“I didn’t leave, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying…. They took me.”
A groan escaped Jensen, as Jared’s fingers dug a little deeper, the smile on his face a mixture of malice and restrained fury. Jensen stilled his body, as Jared leaned close to his ear, each of his aching muscles screaming in protest. He knew this game, as long as he played it correctly, there was still a chance he could stop Jared getting angry enough to cause any real damage.
“They wouldn’t have been able to take you anywhere sweetheart, if you’d have been a good boy and played by the fucking rules. When are you going to learn, Jensen?” Jared’s growl was harsh and furious in his ear. “When are you going to learn to do what you are fucking told?”
“Put your hands above your head,” Jared commanded.
Jensen complied immediately. Jared wrapped his hand around Jensen's wrist, his grip hard, punishing and took possession of Jensen’s lips in a bruising kiss. Jensen found his hips flexing, moving upwards almost unconsciously and he was unable to stop the strong sweep of shame that filled him as Jared’s laugh vibrated low and dark against his mouth.
Jared’s lips traced along his jawline, pressing soft, almost gentle kisses against Jensen's skin. At the same time he tightened his fingers around Jensen’s wrist, and let his free hand trail over Jensen's body in time with the movement of his mouth, mapping the cuts and bruises covering Jensen’s chest, causing pain and pleasure to ricochet through his body. Almost against his will Jensen felt his cock hardening and he wondered (not for the first time) just how fucked up he had allowed himself to become that he wanted the pain of Jared’s fingers, almost as much as he wanted the pleasure of his mouth.
He groaned, unable to stop himself as Jared wrapped his fingers around Jensen’s cock, his touch swift and sure as he stroked. Jared varied the pace, the speed, the firmness of his touch, his movements totally at odds with the pain his fingers had been creating earlier and Jensen felt himself start to relax, his limbs becoming almost languid as his hips moved against Jared’s hand, fuelling the dizzying desire that was sweeping through Jensen, clouding his vision. Everything in him narrowed down to just this; to Jared’s hands on his cock and Jared’s mouth on his mouth. Jared’s tongue swept against his lips, demanding entrance, followed by his teeth, punishing and bruising, and Jensen felt coherence abandoning him, leaving him breathless and dizzy
Jared’s hand stilled on his cock and Jensen was unable to stop the stuttering of his hips as they pushed up, wanting more. Jared’s hand tightened firmly on the base of Jensen’s cock though and Jensen swallowed back his instinctive groan.
“Why were you on the deck, sweetheart?” Jared’s voice appeared casual, but the tone demanded answers, and Jensen was unable to stop the almost needy whine that escaped his lips.
“I…I just needed,” he gasped as Jared pulled his hand away from Jensen’s cock, coating his fingers in Jensen precome before pushing his finger into Jensen’s ass, the burn at the intrusion, causing his nerve endings to spark. As Jared bent forward, taking the head of Jensen’s cock in his mouth, he removed his hand from Jensen’s wrist, a swift and hard instruction not to move as he pushed another finger in, stretching and opening him, his fingers moving, fast and hard, as his mouth started to move up and down the head of Jensen’s cock. The mixture of pain and pleasure made Jensen feel like screaming, his body almost thrashing, moving hard against Jared’s fingers and mouth and he groaned, as Jared stopped, pulling away and his fingers stilling.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” Jared stated, his voice hard. “What exactly was it you needed so much you were willing to disobey a direct order from me and leave the boat? Where were you trying to go Jensen? Were you trying to run?” Each question was punctuated by an almost punishing twist of the fingers inside Jensen’s ass and as they pushed against his prostate Jensen desperately fought the burn-tangled pleasure and scrabbled for his mind to work, to provide some sort of answer to make Jared stop, to make him start, to fix whatever it was Jensen had managed to break.
“No. I wasn’t going anywhere, it was the party, it was too loud, too distracting, I just needed some…” Jensen’s voice stammered as Jared firmly slid another finger inside his ass, his hips bucked, pushing against Jared’s hand.
“Some what Jensen?”
“Peace,” Jensen breathed out. “I just needed some peace.”
“Good boy,” Jared whispered, his fingers starting to move in and out of Jensen in time with the movements of Jensen’s hips. “Stupid though.” Jensen tried to clear his head, make sense of what Jared was saying. “You should know by now my sweet, sweet whore, that there is no peace for either of us as long as you keep fighting me.”
Jared’s fingers twisted inside Jensen, pushing hard against his prostate and Jensen half-sobbed as the pleasure wracked his body and he responded thoughtlessly, instinctively
“That’s it,” Jared encouraged, his voice harsh, filled with a dark satisfaction. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself on my hand.”
The shame and pleasure coursed through Jensen and he gave up on feeling anything but this, this desperate desire that only Jared seemed to be able to cause within him. It took less than a few more minutes of pushing himself on and off Jared’s fingers before Jensen could feel his orgasm building. In a swift movement Jared’s mouth closed over his cock, and Jensen was unable to stop the bucking of his hips that pushed his cock deeper and he screamed, a high keening sound as he came down Jared’s throat.
Jensen barely had time to get his breath back before he felt Jared climbing above him, his legs straddling Jensen’s chest.
“Open your mouth,” Jared commanded, before pushing his cock into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen forced his jaw to relax as Jared began to fuck his mouth, his senses narrowed to focus on the heavy weight of Jared's cock on his tongue and the brush of so-soft skin against his lips. Jared stared down at him, his eyes darkening, and brought his fingers up to frame Jensen's jaw.
“That’s it sweetheart, get my cock nice and wet, because it is the only lubrication you’re getting.”
Jensen groaned at Jared’s words, causing a dark, wicked smile to cross Jared's face before he pulled his cock out Jensen’s mouth and crawled back down the bed, never breaking eye contact as he lifted Jensen’s legs above his shoulders, the position making Jensen’s muscles protest.
The strong sharp burn as Jared pushed in, his cock prepped only with the spit of Jensen saliva was almost too much to bear. The pain of the burn mixed with the screaming of Jensen’s muscles and the bruises and contusions covering his body was almost unbearable. But Jared never looked away from him, his gaze burning into Jensen like a brand and, god it was fucked up, but Jensen didn't want it to stop. Jensen didn't want Jared to stop, even like this. Even with his body screaming it's protests at every flex of Jared's muscles and ever jarring shift of his hips, it felt...right. Fitting. Necessary.
Jared's hips stuttered and he trailed his hands over Jensen's skin, higher and higher to cover his throat, his grip bruising, punishing on his windpipe. Jensen couldn't breathe. He couldn't pull in enough air and he felt his vision start to bleed at the edges as his lungs strained against the tight hand around his throat, the cock buried deep inside him. It was a futile effort' and Jensen knew it even if his body hadn't caught on; he wasn't in control and he could do nothing more than just lie there, his body almost lax as Jared used him. He couldn’t contain the start of surprise though as Jared pulled out, his hand relaxing on Jensen’s neck and a deep guttural groan escaping Jared’s throat as he came over Jensen’s legs and stomach.
Jensen lay there, the shame heating his cheeks as the pool of come on his stomach rapidly cooled and dried, his body aching and protesting as Jared climbed over him, pulling him into a tight, hard embrace. Jared’s sharp command to sleep forced his eyes closed, but as he felt Jared’s body relax next to him, his breathing coming slow and even Jensen found sleep hard in coming, the thoughts and fears flying through his head at a hundred miles per hour. He knew that this had just been his welcome home. Jared’s reclaiming.
The punishment was still to come.
