Just Like Animals
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dime_lioraTitle: Just Like Animals
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dimeliora
Fandom: SPN RPF
Wordcount: 2,745
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Warning(s): Blind Jared, Werewolf Jensen
Prompt(s): Submitted for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smpc.
Summary: Jensen's facing the hardest fight of his life, and he steals a night with Jared to strengthen his resolve.
The woods are lovely dark and deep.
And for at least one more night they belong to Jensen.
His paws move quick and lively through the underbrush. Soon the leaves will begin to fall, and the little plants will be smothered under a carpet of reds and oranges that fade into brown. He loves the way the leaves crunch under his paws when that happens. How he can feel the crackle of the thin organic skin against his flesh.
Tomorrow Jensen will face off with the rogue faction of his pack. Tomorrow he will learn if he gets to feel the autumn in his bones again, smell the changes in the earth and the distant fires of men.
Tomorrow Jensen will know if tonight was his last night with Jared.
He comes upon the clearing sooner than he expected, the cabin in the center glowing in the darkness, a bastion against the wilds that Jensen belongs to. The garden is starting to die off, and Jensen stops for a moment to look at it. To take it in.
This little cabin and its occupant are the source of all his troubles, and Jensen would be better served to simply walk away from it. To forget that it exists.
But he can’t. He stops again at the steps leading to the door, sniffing once delicately to pick up the scents that hang around the building. His own lingers here, and there was a deer recently. Jensen picks up the whiff of the dog before he barks once from inside. Jensen knows from experience that Stetson was rigorously trained not to bark, but it is hard for the dog to sublimate his instincts when a wolf is near his master. It confuses Jared to no end.
Jensen changes quickly, and then digs under the porch for the bundle of clothes he keeps stored there. It’s hard to work the closures on the pants still and Jensen has barely closed them before Jared opens the front door of the cabin and stands in the entry way facing the yard and the drive.
“Hello? Jensen?”
He steps onto the wood of the stairs and realizes too late that he has forgotten to put the shoes on. It’s a common problem. The idea of the shoes bothers him, and every time they go on Jensen begins to itch uncontrollably. He hates the shoes more than the entire human costume combined.
“Jared.”
Compared to his human Jensen still sounds rough and unnatural. Before meeting Jared he hadn’t used his human vocal chords in thirty years. Now he’s using them almost daily, but he still can’t seem to get them regulated and normal. Jared speaks so fluidly, easily, and so often. Jensen wonders if maybe he would sound right if he talked more.
“Come in. It’s chilly out here.”
Jensen doesn’t think so. He thinks that the air is just right, that it has that little bite that makes everything more crisp and clean, and that he could stay out here all night simply smelling Jared in the cool air. But his human is delicate that way, and Jensen is willing to forgo some things in the name of getting along.
Inside the cabin it is as clean and orderly as always. The tenant before Jared, who lasted all of a month before he was run off by the pack, had littered the place with bottles that smelled like death and half rotten food. Jensen runs his fingers along the smooth wood of the desk that Jared uses, eyes staying lowered to not rile up Stetson more than he must.
“Are you hungry? I just finished making some steaks.”
“Rare?”
Jared laughs, a sound that Jensen lives for. It sends shivers down his spine.
“Of course.”
He watches Jared move gracefully through the kitchen, carefully plating the steaks and heaping on mashed potatoes. Jared apologized the first time he cooked for Jensen, because he said that he touched the food too much. Jensen wasn’t sure why that was a bad thing. He didn’t get a lot of Jared’s quirks, but he imagined that was true of himself to Jared.
“Jared?”
His human grunts in acknowledgement, face crinkled in concentration as he lifts both plates and then walks over to the table.
“Tonight. I’d like to stay over.”
It’s been a point of contention with them that Jensen actually can understand. Jared hates when he leaves, and Jensen always leaves. He has the pack to get back to, and in the beginning of their relationship he was trying to be sly about his being gone.
Now Jensen has nothing to do until the fight, and he can stay as long as he wants. Everyone knows about Jared and him now.
Jared puts the plates down, and then reaches out feeling for the back of Jensen’s chair where he then follows the line of it up Jensen’s shoulder to his face. He tilts Jensen’s head back and then leans in to kiss him. It’s slow, soft, and Jensen takes a deep whiff of Jared’s scent even as he parts his lips for Jared’s tongue.
They stay that way until Jared breaks the kiss, lips moving softly and tongues rubbing, no urgency or aggression. Jensen likes it. It’s soothing, especially after the pack meeting. Jared sits beside him and places his thumb on the guide toothpick in the center of the steak. He uses it to carefully cut the meat, and Jensen watches for a bit before lifting his own steak and biting in.
It’s possible that Jared’s blindness really helps Jensen keep the façade of humanity.
Jared talks about his latest project, and Jensen makes noises that indicate that he is listening. Jared talks a fair amount about money, and how he needs it to survive. How he has a job working with computers. He’s not sure what a computer does, but he does understand a job. Although how money comes from it Jensen doesn’t understand. A lot of Jensen’s interaction in conversations like these requires him relying heavily on context clues.
When the meal is over Jensen licks the juices of the steak from his fingers and then wipes his hands on his pants. He takes the dishes to the sink while Jared puts the remaining mashed potatoes in the fridge. Stetson sits quietly by Jared’s feet, and then heads over to his bed when Jared takes Jensen’s hand.
His human talks a lot, sometimes Jensen isn’t sure if Jared is this talkative normally or if he is trying to fill the silences that Jensen often leaves, but he’s quiet right now. His hand is large, warm, and it holds Jensen’s carefully. Jared knows the cabin’s layout, and his feet lead them to the bedroom with no trouble.
Some of the aspects of Jared’s world trouble Jensen. They seem frivolous and useless, or totally foreign. The bed is not one of them. Jensen loves his pack, loves sleeping piled up in their cave, or in a deep bed of leaves, but there is nothing quite like a good mattress.
Tonight he will sleep on this one for the first time.
Jared unbuttons his shirt with sure and deft fingers, and Jensen tries to copy the movements with his own clothes. He is glad to be rid of the shirt, and the pants slip off easily too.
“You came barefoot tonight.”
Jensen smiles, proud of his human for being so observant. Jared’s lost sense doesn’t slow him down one bit.
“I did. Forgot my shoes.”
Jared moves forward, hands out, and his fingertips touch Jensen’s stomach soft as a feather before they’re sure they’ve reached their mark. He touches then, sure and steady, fingers dragging along Jensen’s belly and down to his hips. When he knows he’s got the right spot he grips and pulls Jensen close.
“Jensen? I know we don’t talk about you much, but you’re ok right? You have enough money to get by?”
He can’t help himself. He laughs, and then leans forward and presses his mouth to Jared’s. Speaks against his human’s lips.
“I have all the money I need. I promise. I just forgot to put the shoes on.”
Jared nods, turns the pressure into a real kiss, and runs his hands down Jensen’s flanks. Jared has amazing hands. The fingers alternate pressure when they stroke, and Jensen thinks he could stay for hours under Jared’s hands being petted and fondled.
“I worry about you. I don’t know where you go when you’re gone. What you do. I barely know anything about you.”
Jensen digs his own fingers in Jared’s ass, feels the tight muscles in the cheeks, and then releases his grip a little so he’s simply kneading the flesh.
“What do you want to know?”
Jensen nips at Jared’s chin, kisses the corner of his mouth, licks into his lips briefly as his hands knead the flesh more, fingers working their way to his goal.
“Will you come back tomorrow? And the day after? Will I keep seeing you?”
Jensen lifts Jared, drops his human onto the mattress, and follows the man down compensating for the bounce of the long body so that he doesn’t step on anything tender.
“I will come back to you for as long as I am alive.”
Jared’s hips surge up, and Jensen doesn’t miss that Jared isn’t hard. He usually is by now.
“That’s not the promise I want.”
Jensen nips and licks down Jared’s neck, takes a deep whiff of the musk of his human, and then licks a nipple. Jared writhes a little under him.
“Jensen. Jensen I mean it. That’s not the promise I want.”
His tongue drags along Jared’s sternum and then he speaks, lips and teeth scraping just above the belly button.
“Is that how promises work? You make what someone wants instead of what you can keep?”
Jared moans, fingers digging tightly in Jensen’s shoulder, and his face is cramped into a look of disapproval.
“You make the promise I want and I will it so you can keep it.”
He laughs, tongue lapping around Jared’s belly button and teasing its way down to the right spot. Jared is finally responding properly all over, and Jensen stops to admire the smell of Jared here. So concentrated.
“Then what should I promise you Jared? What will please you?”
Jared’s fingers feel their way up and stroke through Jensen’s hair, and he tilts his head into the pressure.
“Promise me you’ll be with me forever. You’ll always want me. Promise you love me.”
Jensen bites Jared’s thigh and listens to his human moan.
“I promise I will be with you forever.”
He nuzzles Jared’s testicles, breathing in his smell, and then sucks gently on one.
“I promise I’ll always want you.”
Jensen drops open mouthed kisses along the length of Jared’s cock before sucking the head into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, dips the tip into the slit, and then releases it with a pop.
“I love you.”
It’s the first time he’s said it, but he means it. Jensen is risking everything here, a thing he can’t tell Jared or explain to him. Not now. But he needs to return so he can. If anyone can will him into living he believes that Jared is the one.
His human has a stubborn streak larger than the woods of Jensen’s territory.
Jensen settles in, lips working along the length of Jared’s dick and tongue slipping and sliding against the flesh. Jared moans underneath him, hips working so that his cock is sinking deeper into Jensen’s mouth. He likes that about Jared. In conversation, in action, Jared is so gentle and kind. In bed Jared is an animal just like him.
He feels a nudge, Jared’s knee against his chest, and then Jared is looping a leg over his shoulder. Jensen knows what that means, and he takes the hint and moves lower. Mouths over Jared’s balls, along the fine hairs on Jared’s inner thigh, and then licks across Jared’s hole.
It never fails to please him how good Jared tastes. He works his tongue inside, curling and twisting it, as Jared digs his heels into Jensen’s back to urge him on. His human growls, low in his throat, and Jensen’s cock jumps in response. He ruts against the bed, enjoying the friction of the comforter against himself as he licks into Jared.
His teeth drag against the curve of Jared’s ass, and then he digs his fingers into Jared and spreads him wide to lick as deep as he can. The taste of Jared is making him crazy, and he can’t decide between getting himself off against the bed and getting off inside of Jared. He wants both, and the sharp bite of Jared’s fingernails in his flesh pushes the frenzy up another step.
“Fuck me. Jensen. Now.”
And that’s all he needs. Jensen surges up, hands spreading Jared’s legs and cock finding its target easily and quickly. He doesn’t bother with teasing, a thing he is rarely capable of anyway, and instead surges his hips forward and sinks all the way into Jared in one smooth motion.
He feels the muscles moving under the skin, tensing against his palms, and Jensen tilts his head back and lets out a long and low moan that replaces the howl he wants to release. Jared is panting, gasping, hips twitching as he tries to make Jensen move.
So Jensen does.
He snaps his hips, brutal and quick, dick sliding in and out of Jared’s tight hole. They’ve done this so much but it’s always new. The pace can’t be fast enough. Jensen can’t get enough of the tastes and smells. Jared’s hands slip and slide along Jensen’s front until he finds Jensen’s hips and starts to pull.
Jensen leans down to kiss Jared and is surprised and pleased when instead Jared’s head twists and his teeth sink sharp and quick into Jensen’s shoulder. And then when he goes to stroke Jared’s cock his human has one more surprise in store.
Legs lock around Jensen tight, there’s a shift of muscle, and then Jensen is on his back on the bed and Jared is on top. His human arches his back, slamming down all the way, and Jared’s hands settle onto his chest and press as Jared moves back up to the top before sliding down again.
He can’t help himself. He grabs on and growls back, surging up to meet Jared’s next descent, and they slam together almost explosively. It’s incredible, the friction and force of them, and Jensen feels more alive than he has in years.
The others wouldn’t understand this side of it. How Jared cannot be subdued or tamed. How much Jensen likes that. As leader of the pack he must be assertive, aggressive, the strongest and the fastest at all times. But he and Jared are equals.
Jared is ferocious, tough, enduring, and Jensen is turned on more than he can explain by that aspect of the man.
He wraps one hand around Jared’s slick cock, fingers tightening as he works the shaft hard and fast. Jared is above him, panting and groaning, body working fast, and Jensen knows he’s close. So close.
Then Jared leans down, nose pressing against Jensen’s neck and searching before his mouth finds Jensen’s ear. He licks once, mouth pressing hot and wet there and puffing out breath.
“I love you Jensen.”
Jared nips his ear, and Jensen surges up and comes inside of the tight heat of Jared. He twists his hands and rides out his orgasm, watching as Jared’s face twists in pleasure and he comes too, spilling over Jensen’s hand.
They stay that way, Jared’s ass milking him for a bit as he contracts through his orgasm, and then Jared slips off Jensen and collapses beside him.
Jensen’s pack views Jared as an interloper. A human in their territory who can only bring death and destruction. They fear Jared because they don’t understand him. And before Jensen got to know him he felt the same way.
But he knows Jared now.
Knows the depths of Jared’s heart, knows that given the chance Jared will only prove himself an ally to the pack. And he’ll give Jared the chance after he proves his dominance over those that question his decisions.
He will keep his promise, and Jared’s iron will can only help Jensen’s determination.
Author:
dimelioraFandom: SPN RPF
Wordcount: 2,745
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Warning(s): Blind Jared, Werewolf Jensen
Prompt(s): Submitted for the
smpc.Summary: Jensen's facing the hardest fight of his life, and he steals a night with Jared to strengthen his resolve.
The woods are lovely dark and deep.
And for at least one more night they belong to Jensen.
His paws move quick and lively through the underbrush. Soon the leaves will begin to fall, and the little plants will be smothered under a carpet of reds and oranges that fade into brown. He loves the way the leaves crunch under his paws when that happens. How he can feel the crackle of the thin organic skin against his flesh.
Tomorrow Jensen will face off with the rogue faction of his pack. Tomorrow he will learn if he gets to feel the autumn in his bones again, smell the changes in the earth and the distant fires of men.
Tomorrow Jensen will know if tonight was his last night with Jared.
He comes upon the clearing sooner than he expected, the cabin in the center glowing in the darkness, a bastion against the wilds that Jensen belongs to. The garden is starting to die off, and Jensen stops for a moment to look at it. To take it in.
This little cabin and its occupant are the source of all his troubles, and Jensen would be better served to simply walk away from it. To forget that it exists.
But he can’t. He stops again at the steps leading to the door, sniffing once delicately to pick up the scents that hang around the building. His own lingers here, and there was a deer recently. Jensen picks up the whiff of the dog before he barks once from inside. Jensen knows from experience that Stetson was rigorously trained not to bark, but it is hard for the dog to sublimate his instincts when a wolf is near his master. It confuses Jared to no end.
Jensen changes quickly, and then digs under the porch for the bundle of clothes he keeps stored there. It’s hard to work the closures on the pants still and Jensen has barely closed them before Jared opens the front door of the cabin and stands in the entry way facing the yard and the drive.
“Hello? Jensen?”
He steps onto the wood of the stairs and realizes too late that he has forgotten to put the shoes on. It’s a common problem. The idea of the shoes bothers him, and every time they go on Jensen begins to itch uncontrollably. He hates the shoes more than the entire human costume combined.
“Jared.”
Compared to his human Jensen still sounds rough and unnatural. Before meeting Jared he hadn’t used his human vocal chords in thirty years. Now he’s using them almost daily, but he still can’t seem to get them regulated and normal. Jared speaks so fluidly, easily, and so often. Jensen wonders if maybe he would sound right if he talked more.
“Come in. It’s chilly out here.”
Jensen doesn’t think so. He thinks that the air is just right, that it has that little bite that makes everything more crisp and clean, and that he could stay out here all night simply smelling Jared in the cool air. But his human is delicate that way, and Jensen is willing to forgo some things in the name of getting along.
Inside the cabin it is as clean and orderly as always. The tenant before Jared, who lasted all of a month before he was run off by the pack, had littered the place with bottles that smelled like death and half rotten food. Jensen runs his fingers along the smooth wood of the desk that Jared uses, eyes staying lowered to not rile up Stetson more than he must.
“Are you hungry? I just finished making some steaks.”
“Rare?”
Jared laughs, a sound that Jensen lives for. It sends shivers down his spine.
“Of course.”
He watches Jared move gracefully through the kitchen, carefully plating the steaks and heaping on mashed potatoes. Jared apologized the first time he cooked for Jensen, because he said that he touched the food too much. Jensen wasn’t sure why that was a bad thing. He didn’t get a lot of Jared’s quirks, but he imagined that was true of himself to Jared.
“Jared?”
His human grunts in acknowledgement, face crinkled in concentration as he lifts both plates and then walks over to the table.
“Tonight. I’d like to stay over.”
It’s been a point of contention with them that Jensen actually can understand. Jared hates when he leaves, and Jensen always leaves. He has the pack to get back to, and in the beginning of their relationship he was trying to be sly about his being gone.
Now Jensen has nothing to do until the fight, and he can stay as long as he wants. Everyone knows about Jared and him now.
Jared puts the plates down, and then reaches out feeling for the back of Jensen’s chair where he then follows the line of it up Jensen’s shoulder to his face. He tilts Jensen’s head back and then leans in to kiss him. It’s slow, soft, and Jensen takes a deep whiff of Jared’s scent even as he parts his lips for Jared’s tongue.
They stay that way until Jared breaks the kiss, lips moving softly and tongues rubbing, no urgency or aggression. Jensen likes it. It’s soothing, especially after the pack meeting. Jared sits beside him and places his thumb on the guide toothpick in the center of the steak. He uses it to carefully cut the meat, and Jensen watches for a bit before lifting his own steak and biting in.
It’s possible that Jared’s blindness really helps Jensen keep the façade of humanity.
Jared talks about his latest project, and Jensen makes noises that indicate that he is listening. Jared talks a fair amount about money, and how he needs it to survive. How he has a job working with computers. He’s not sure what a computer does, but he does understand a job. Although how money comes from it Jensen doesn’t understand. A lot of Jensen’s interaction in conversations like these requires him relying heavily on context clues.
When the meal is over Jensen licks the juices of the steak from his fingers and then wipes his hands on his pants. He takes the dishes to the sink while Jared puts the remaining mashed potatoes in the fridge. Stetson sits quietly by Jared’s feet, and then heads over to his bed when Jared takes Jensen’s hand.
His human talks a lot, sometimes Jensen isn’t sure if Jared is this talkative normally or if he is trying to fill the silences that Jensen often leaves, but he’s quiet right now. His hand is large, warm, and it holds Jensen’s carefully. Jared knows the cabin’s layout, and his feet lead them to the bedroom with no trouble.
Some of the aspects of Jared’s world trouble Jensen. They seem frivolous and useless, or totally foreign. The bed is not one of them. Jensen loves his pack, loves sleeping piled up in their cave, or in a deep bed of leaves, but there is nothing quite like a good mattress.
Tonight he will sleep on this one for the first time.
Jared unbuttons his shirt with sure and deft fingers, and Jensen tries to copy the movements with his own clothes. He is glad to be rid of the shirt, and the pants slip off easily too.
“You came barefoot tonight.”
Jensen smiles, proud of his human for being so observant. Jared’s lost sense doesn’t slow him down one bit.
“I did. Forgot my shoes.”
Jared moves forward, hands out, and his fingertips touch Jensen’s stomach soft as a feather before they’re sure they’ve reached their mark. He touches then, sure and steady, fingers dragging along Jensen’s belly and down to his hips. When he knows he’s got the right spot he grips and pulls Jensen close.
“Jensen? I know we don’t talk about you much, but you’re ok right? You have enough money to get by?”
He can’t help himself. He laughs, and then leans forward and presses his mouth to Jared’s. Speaks against his human’s lips.
“I have all the money I need. I promise. I just forgot to put the shoes on.”
Jared nods, turns the pressure into a real kiss, and runs his hands down Jensen’s flanks. Jared has amazing hands. The fingers alternate pressure when they stroke, and Jensen thinks he could stay for hours under Jared’s hands being petted and fondled.
“I worry about you. I don’t know where you go when you’re gone. What you do. I barely know anything about you.”
Jensen digs his own fingers in Jared’s ass, feels the tight muscles in the cheeks, and then releases his grip a little so he’s simply kneading the flesh.
“What do you want to know?”
Jensen nips at Jared’s chin, kisses the corner of his mouth, licks into his lips briefly as his hands knead the flesh more, fingers working their way to his goal.
“Will you come back tomorrow? And the day after? Will I keep seeing you?”
Jensen lifts Jared, drops his human onto the mattress, and follows the man down compensating for the bounce of the long body so that he doesn’t step on anything tender.
“I will come back to you for as long as I am alive.”
Jared’s hips surge up, and Jensen doesn’t miss that Jared isn’t hard. He usually is by now.
“That’s not the promise I want.”
Jensen nips and licks down Jared’s neck, takes a deep whiff of the musk of his human, and then licks a nipple. Jared writhes a little under him.
“Jensen. Jensen I mean it. That’s not the promise I want.”
His tongue drags along Jared’s sternum and then he speaks, lips and teeth scraping just above the belly button.
“Is that how promises work? You make what someone wants instead of what you can keep?”
Jared moans, fingers digging tightly in Jensen’s shoulder, and his face is cramped into a look of disapproval.
“You make the promise I want and I will it so you can keep it.”
He laughs, tongue lapping around Jared’s belly button and teasing its way down to the right spot. Jared is finally responding properly all over, and Jensen stops to admire the smell of Jared here. So concentrated.
“Then what should I promise you Jared? What will please you?”
Jared’s fingers feel their way up and stroke through Jensen’s hair, and he tilts his head into the pressure.
“Promise me you’ll be with me forever. You’ll always want me. Promise you love me.”
Jensen bites Jared’s thigh and listens to his human moan.
“I promise I will be with you forever.”
He nuzzles Jared’s testicles, breathing in his smell, and then sucks gently on one.
“I promise I’ll always want you.”
Jensen drops open mouthed kisses along the length of Jared’s cock before sucking the head into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, dips the tip into the slit, and then releases it with a pop.
“I love you.”
It’s the first time he’s said it, but he means it. Jensen is risking everything here, a thing he can’t tell Jared or explain to him. Not now. But he needs to return so he can. If anyone can will him into living he believes that Jared is the one.
His human has a stubborn streak larger than the woods of Jensen’s territory.
Jensen settles in, lips working along the length of Jared’s dick and tongue slipping and sliding against the flesh. Jared moans underneath him, hips working so that his cock is sinking deeper into Jensen’s mouth. He likes that about Jared. In conversation, in action, Jared is so gentle and kind. In bed Jared is an animal just like him.
He feels a nudge, Jared’s knee against his chest, and then Jared is looping a leg over his shoulder. Jensen knows what that means, and he takes the hint and moves lower. Mouths over Jared’s balls, along the fine hairs on Jared’s inner thigh, and then licks across Jared’s hole.
It never fails to please him how good Jared tastes. He works his tongue inside, curling and twisting it, as Jared digs his heels into Jensen’s back to urge him on. His human growls, low in his throat, and Jensen’s cock jumps in response. He ruts against the bed, enjoying the friction of the comforter against himself as he licks into Jared.
His teeth drag against the curve of Jared’s ass, and then he digs his fingers into Jared and spreads him wide to lick as deep as he can. The taste of Jared is making him crazy, and he can’t decide between getting himself off against the bed and getting off inside of Jared. He wants both, and the sharp bite of Jared’s fingernails in his flesh pushes the frenzy up another step.
“Fuck me. Jensen. Now.”
And that’s all he needs. Jensen surges up, hands spreading Jared’s legs and cock finding its target easily and quickly. He doesn’t bother with teasing, a thing he is rarely capable of anyway, and instead surges his hips forward and sinks all the way into Jared in one smooth motion.
He feels the muscles moving under the skin, tensing against his palms, and Jensen tilts his head back and lets out a long and low moan that replaces the howl he wants to release. Jared is panting, gasping, hips twitching as he tries to make Jensen move.
So Jensen does.
He snaps his hips, brutal and quick, dick sliding in and out of Jared’s tight hole. They’ve done this so much but it’s always new. The pace can’t be fast enough. Jensen can’t get enough of the tastes and smells. Jared’s hands slip and slide along Jensen’s front until he finds Jensen’s hips and starts to pull.
Jensen leans down to kiss Jared and is surprised and pleased when instead Jared’s head twists and his teeth sink sharp and quick into Jensen’s shoulder. And then when he goes to stroke Jared’s cock his human has one more surprise in store.
Legs lock around Jensen tight, there’s a shift of muscle, and then Jensen is on his back on the bed and Jared is on top. His human arches his back, slamming down all the way, and Jared’s hands settle onto his chest and press as Jared moves back up to the top before sliding down again.
He can’t help himself. He grabs on and growls back, surging up to meet Jared’s next descent, and they slam together almost explosively. It’s incredible, the friction and force of them, and Jensen feels more alive than he has in years.
The others wouldn’t understand this side of it. How Jared cannot be subdued or tamed. How much Jensen likes that. As leader of the pack he must be assertive, aggressive, the strongest and the fastest at all times. But he and Jared are equals.
Jared is ferocious, tough, enduring, and Jensen is turned on more than he can explain by that aspect of the man.
He wraps one hand around Jared’s slick cock, fingers tightening as he works the shaft hard and fast. Jared is above him, panting and groaning, body working fast, and Jensen knows he’s close. So close.
Then Jared leans down, nose pressing against Jensen’s neck and searching before his mouth finds Jensen’s ear. He licks once, mouth pressing hot and wet there and puffing out breath.
“I love you Jensen.”
Jared nips his ear, and Jensen surges up and comes inside of the tight heat of Jared. He twists his hands and rides out his orgasm, watching as Jared’s face twists in pleasure and he comes too, spilling over Jensen’s hand.
They stay that way, Jared’s ass milking him for a bit as he contracts through his orgasm, and then Jared slips off Jensen and collapses beside him.
Jensen’s pack views Jared as an interloper. A human in their territory who can only bring death and destruction. They fear Jared because they don’t understand him. And before Jensen got to know him he felt the same way.
But he knows Jared now.
Knows the depths of Jared’s heart, knows that given the chance Jared will only prove himself an ally to the pack. And he’ll give Jared the chance after he proves his dominance over those that question his decisions.
He will keep his promise, and Jared’s iron will can only help Jensen’s determination.
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Date: 2014-12-07 01:34 pm (UTC)Would love to read about the celebration when Jensen has won over his adversaries.
Mm, hot too!
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Date: 2014-12-07 03:44 pm (UTC)I also loved Jensen's POV in this, barely understanding the intricacies of Jared's world, but sly enough to work around it and smart enough to understand that none of it matters compared to what they have between them.
Yum!
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Date: 2016-07-17 12:48 am (UTC)I apologize for the lateness of this reply!!
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Date: 2016-07-17 12:54 am (UTC)Thank you so much for commenting and I apologize for the lateness of this reply!!
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Date: 2016-07-17 12:58 am (UTC)Thank you so much for commenting, thank you for liking it, and I apologize for the lateness of this reply!!
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Date: 2014-12-08 09:38 pm (UTC)I just love that image. I love their sure faith in each other, love Jensen cataloging the ways they're different, but also the ways they're the same. Seems like maybe they both have secrets.
Beautifully written.
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Date: 2014-12-09 01:27 am (UTC)The words you used when describing their relationship was very touching and so incredibly well written.
Thanks for sharing.
*hugs*
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Date: 2016-07-17 01:03 am (UTC)I apologize for the lateness of this reply!!
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Date: 2014-12-14 02:53 pm (UTC)Greatly enjoyed this, thank-you!
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Date: 2016-07-17 01:08 am (UTC)I apologize for the lateness of this reply!!