saone | J2 Fic: Love and Lycanthropes (1/1) NC17

Title: Love and Lycanthropes
Author:

saone77
Summary: When Jared gets his hackles up there's a specific routine that needs to be followed.
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Alpha-ness behavior (can be seen as a D/s if you're so inclined), talk of toys, and inappropriate touching of a shapeshifter.
Word Count: 1413
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for this prompt at

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Jensen can't help but sigh as the first shots of Jared's come hit his cheek and mouth. He keeps his eyes closed as the hot splashes move down his neck to his chest, and he doesn't open them until he's sure Jared is finished.

"You done?" Jensen asks, daring to peek out of one eye.

Jared's panting like he's just run a marathon. His dick is still partially erect, and he strokes it a few times. "Not sure. Maybe. Give me a couple minutes."

"Great." Jensen itches to run into the bathroom and wash his face, but he knows that's not how this goes.

The first step is Jared coming on him. The second step is Jared rubbing his come into Jensen's skin. The third step is Jared coming in him. And the fourth step is Jared plugging his ass to make sure none of his come leaks out, and that Jensen absorbs it all until he's marked inside and out. Blah, blah, blah, lather, rinse, repeat.

Jared drops to his knees and begins step two. His fingers, the same digits that can rend, and rip straight through flesh and bone, are so gentle and reverent as they massage Jensen's cheeks.

Jensen feels part of ire dissipate. Jared is nothing if not tender and affectionate. Even when his alpha tendencies make Jensen want to find the nearest frying pan and clock him upside the head with it, Jared is still sweet.

It's hard to stay mad at the guy, but Jensen is going to try his damnedest, because this time Jared's jealously was completely unfounded and absurd.

"So," Jensen says, tilting his head up to give Jared better access to his throat. "When did Chris get on your shit list?"

"When he started fantasizing about you sucking him off."

Jensen chokes on nothing but air. "What?! That's... but, he... what?!"

Jared's frowning, he's working on the globs on Jensen's chest now. Jensen wants to enjoy it, especially when Jared starts rubbing his seed into his nipples, but he can't, because, well, Chris? Eww.

"Wait, wait, stop," Jensen says, reaching out to still Jared's hands. "We're not talking about Chris while you're doing sexy things to me. I'll end up with a complex."

"I agree, we're not talking about Chris. But, I think I'll keep doing sexy things to you." Jared easily broke Jensen's hold and let his thumbs make two firm swipes over Jensen's hard, but tender little nubs.

Jensen shudders, but he refuses to be dissuaded. "Jay, I'm serious," he says. "Look, you can play with me all you want later, but--"

"I can play with you all I want, whenever I want," Jared says. "You're mine."

"Of course I'm yours," Jensen huffs. "But..."

"But?"

"You don't think you might have... overreacted? A little? Maybe?" Jensen winces at the dark look in his mate's eyes.

"He kept staring at your mouth, Jensen. I saw him. Can't blame him for it, really," Jared reaches up and used two fingers to press at Jensen's lower lip, tugging on the lush, pliant flesh. "Your lips were made to be wrapped around a cock. It's actually surprising it took so long for him to realize it."

"Jay," Jensen shakes his head, dislodging Jared's hand, "while I do love when you talk about how whorish some of my features are, do you think that the reason that Chris was staring at my mouth was because we were in a crowded bar, and he had just gotten off stage after playing a set, and he might not have been able to hear me?"

"No."

"Jared." Jensen leans back on his heels. "Chris is straight."

"You don't think you could tempt a straight guy?" Jared asks.

"You're great for my self-worth, but sexuality doesn't work that way." Jensen studies Jared's face. To the average person his features would look stony, and unyielding, but Jensen knows Jared, and he can easily see the cracks in his facade. "You know you're going to apologize, right?"

Jared's attempt at being a hard-ass ends as he visibly deflates. "Yeah."

"And you know you're going to have to stop going all medieval on any guy who happens to smile at me. Nine times out of ten, they're probably just being polite. And even if that tenth guy is interested in my cocksucking mouth it still doesn't mean you should make him piss himself in terror."

Jared's smile looks young, and boyish. "That was funny."

"It was not funny."

"Oh, come on," Jared shoves lightly at Jensen's shoulder.

"Yeah, let's see who's laughing when the townspeople show up with pitchforks and torches." Jensen scowls. "Or if some jackass figures out what you are and decides to test the whole silver bullet theory."

"Oh, Jen." Jared draws him close and presses tiny kisses over Jensen's face. "Don't worry. That's not gonna happen. Humans never want to see the paranormal, even if it's right in front of their faces." He grins and playfully bites at Jensen's nose. "In fact, I seem to remember you not accepting what I am until I shifted in front of you, and even then you still had to feel me up."

"I thought it was a costume. I was looking for zippers," Jensen muttered.

"Yeah, and you found something else instead, didn't you?" Jared's grin is positively wicked now.

Jensen flushes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"When you were looking for a 'zipper', and you grabbed my--"

"That never happened. You're delusional. Stop talking now."

Jared throws his head back and laughs.

"Yeah, fine, yuk it up, Dogboy."

"See what I mean, though," Jared says, wiping moisture from his eyes. "No one's gonna look at me and think 'werewolf'. No matter how many guys I put in their place."

"Well, is it wrong that I don't want people to look at you and think 'abusive douche' either?"

"No," Jared says with a quiet fondness, "that's not wrong. And I promise to be a little more selective in who I threaten to eviscerate."

"That's all I ask," Jensen says. "No, scratch that. I'm also asking if we can move this to the bed. My joints aren't what they used--" Jensen blinks at the world from his new position in Jared's arms. He's being carried towards their bedroom. "Bridal-style, really?"

"When I put you in a fireman's carry blood rushes to your head and you get cranky. Err."

"Nice. Why do I put up with you?"

Jared stops just shy of the bedroom door, and hugs Jensen to him. "I don't know," he says, "but I'm glad you do."

"Aww." Jensen pet's Jared's hair. "You want to skip steps three and four and just cuddle?"

There's another strange rush and Jensen finds himself flat on his back on their mattress. A heartbeat later and Jared's looming over him. Jensen looks over to the nightstand and sees a bottle of lube and his favorite plug. "That's a no on the cuddling, then?"

Jared nuzzles at Jensen's throat, nipping at the soft, vulnerable skin there. "Gonna fuck you. Fill you. Get you so heavy with my come you won't be able to move. And then I'm gonna take you're pretty, little hole and plug it up so you keep all my juices inside. And then we can cuddle."

Jensen's laugh is shaky. "My sweet-talker," he says, stroking a hand down Jared's cheek. Jensen cants his hips, instinctively giving Jared access.

"Hmmm. Say it, Jensnen," Jared's slick fingers press against Jensen's hole.

Jensen's breath hitches. "I'm yours."

"Yes. You're mine." Jared leans over and takes Jensen's mouth, kissing deep and hard. "And? What am I to you?"

Jensen watches as Jared slicks his cock. His ass is lubed, but not stretched, and Jensen knows that he's going to feel every glorious inch as it's pushing into him. "Mate. You're my mate," Jensen says breathlessly.

"And?" Jared positions himself and pushes.

Jensen moans as he's breached, his muscles stretching so perfect and right around Jared's cock. "Owner." Jensen's not sure where that came from, but he knows it feels right to say it.

"Oh, I like that," Jared says as he begins to move his hips. "And?"

Lust is fogging Jensen's mind, but he knows what Jared wants him to say. He loves when Jensen uses his proper title while getting fucked. "Alpha," Jensen says. "You're my alpha." Jensen nearly squeals as Jared sets an almost punishing rhythm. "You... you're still gonna have to... apologize to Chris."

Jared snorts. "Yes, dear."

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