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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alternate_Universe, stepcest, Daddy_Kink,
      Public_Sex, Knotting, Mpreg, Cock_worship_and_blowjobs_and_rimming_and
      excessive_description_of_ejaculate!, Too_much_plot_and_exposition!,
      Probably_way_too_much_schmoop
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-10 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 18949
****** All Your Love and Your Longing Behind ******
by maxette
Summary
     An absurdly long response to the kink meme prompt:
     I've seen a bunch of prompts where stepdad!Jensen can't resist omega-
     in-heat!Jared, but I was thinking of it the other way around. When
     omega!Jensen married Jared's dad, Jared was still a little kid, and
     Jensen knows he shouldn't think of him this way, but at 17, Jared is
     now a hot young alpha. his husband is spending more and more time 'at
     work,' and Jared obviously has a crush on him too. Jensen's been
     taking heat suppressants for years because his husband isn't
     interested, but this month, he goes without, knowing his husband will
     be on a business trip out of town. he and Jared have plenty of
     privacy for their first mating frenzy. points for Jared knocking his
     stepomega up on the very first go-round.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jensen meets Jared and his dad Jack when Jared is eleven-years-old exactly.
From the beginning, Jared strikes Jensen as a puppy: small for his age in baggy
clothes, but huge hands hanging off skinny wrists, tripping over enormous ratty
Chucks when he walks through the doors of the animal shelter. He goes directly
to the main desk, gives him the smile that will be Jensen’s weakness for the
rest of his life, and says, “Hello! It’s my birthday and I’m getting a dog
today.”
“You are? How lucky are you?” Jensen says, leaning on the counter and looking
down at him.
“It’s not luck,” the puppy tells him with all the confidence of an eldest alpha
and Jensen really wants to ruffle the kid’s messy, overlong brown hair. “I
deserve it.”
And the kid’s alone, and looking kind of homeless, frankly, with a hole at the
bottom of his shirt and mud caked on to the back of his pants, and Jensen’s
alone on the other side of the counter, too, so he does it. Jared leans into
the touch, rubbing his head right back into Jensen’s hand.
“I bet you do,” he says, just as the front door swings open again and one of
the biggest, tallest alphas Jensen’s ever seen strides in.
It’s the boy’s dad, Jensen can tell right away. Jared could be a clone, their
features and coloring are so similar. He’s the kind of muscled that always
makes suits look obscene to Jensen, like porn star in a suit, or a
wrestler—like that suit was meant to be taken off to reveal all the glory
underneath, even though this suit is tailored to perfection. His top two
buttons are undone and his tie is pulled loose, uncovering a tan throat and
clavicles he wants to lick. He bets this guy has a knot the size of a fucking
grapefruit. He’s well over six-foot, too, which is just the cherry on top. One
of the reasons Jensen’s hasn’t been claimed is that most alphas can’t handle
walking arm-in-arm with an omega who’s taller then them. Jensen snatches his
hand back from this huge man’s kid and spares the not-homeless-puppy another
glance when he whimpers and pouts at him.
Some alphas would break Jensen’s hand for touching their children, but not
usually their alpha children, and not usually ones as old as the puppy. Jensen
takes a deep breath, smiles with all the apology and modesty he can muster and
says, “Afternoon, alpha. Your son was telling me he’s in need of a dog.”
The man smiles back and offers his hand. “That’s right. We decided this is the
year he starts taking care of someone else, didn’t we, Jared?”
“Because being a good caretaker is the most important thing you can be,” Jared
says.
Jensen was hard before, but now he’s pressing against the zipper of his jeans
painfully. Slick is seeping out his hole, he can actually feel it. A man who
looks like that and brings home those kinds of ideals? Jensen’s dreaming.
That’s the only explanation.
“I’m Jack Padalecki,” the man says.
“Jensen Ackles,” Jensen croaks and has to clear his throat. Jack’s smile widens
as he shakes Jensen’s hand.
“Can you show us the dogs now, please?” Jared says, standing on his tiptoes to
put his forearms across the counter.
“What?” Jensen says, still shaking Jack’s hand.
“Dog,” Jack says, but he still doesn’t let go.
It takes Misha meandering behind the counter, back from his lunch, to pull
Jensen out of it.
“Oh!” Jensen says. “Of course I can show you the dogs.”
He grabs an adoption form, a pen, and a clipboard, and leads them into the dog
area. The kennel is organized by size and as much according to breed as he can
manage because Jensen always takes patrons to the kind of dog he thinks will
fit them best. He’s usually spot on. It’s a gift. Today’s the first time in a
while the best fit coincides with the dog he most wants adopted and takes a
shortcut to Harley.
Harley’s an English Mastiff mix. He’s still a puppy, not even four months old,
but he’s already over a hundred pounds. Like Jared, if his paws are any
indication, he’s going to be enormous. You need space, time, and energy for
that kind of dog, and plenty of it, as well as a lot of patience for this dog
in particular because he’s hyper and spastic as hell. Jensen’s been working off
the clock to get him housetrained, make him a little more appealing, even
though he’d hate to send Harley home with anyone who didn’t love him, goofy,
clumsy energy and all.
If anyone’s come in him who’s perfect for Harley, it’s Jared. If Jack has the
space, Jared has everything else.
Jared’s distracted by every dog they pass and has to stop and pet each one that
will come to their gate, but he moves on easily enough. They’re just a couple
kennels from Harley when the dog catches on that there are people nearby, rears
up, and throws himself at his gate. Jensen winces. Not a great first
impression.
Except it is because Jared runs and throws himself at the other side of the
gate and coos, “Hey puppy, hey there, boy, look at you.”
“Do you have a yard?” Jensen says hopefully.
“We’ve got a couple of acres over by Woodlawn Lake,” Jack says and fuck it’s
meant to be. There are great streets for running with your dog over there, a
safe park Jared can go to by himself, and plenty of space for Harley to romp
around in when they’re at home.
Jensen takes Harley out of his kennel, leashes him, and hands the leash to
Jared. They take him out to the grass field in the back and Jensen walks with
Jack a few yards behind Jared and Harley.
“I think we found the one,” Jack says.
“Harley’s perfect for him,” Jensen says. “I’m so thrilled. We were going to
have to transfer him out to the suburbs, soon, where people have more space.”
“You really care,” Jack says, “don’t you? About the animals. About your job.”
Omegas are meant to be homemakers, that’s what a lot of people think. It’s
common enough for omegas to go to college now, but in Texas? If you’re not
claimed and starting a family before you can legally drink, something must be
wrong. Working is for the ugly and the barren. It’s fucking bullshit. Jensen
wants to be claimed as much as anybody, and he’s twenty-one next year, but he
loves his job. He wants an alpha who will let him keep volunteering at the
shelter unless he’s too pregnant to move, maybe even one who understands why
Jensen wants to and encourages him.
Yeah, finding an alpha who’s over 6’2” and wants his omega to work? Jensen is
forever alone.
Except then Jack says, “Come out with us tonight,” and Jensen can’t agree fast
enough. They go to Big’z for burgers and to celebrate Jared’s birthday. They
stop by Jensen’s tiny place so he can give Sadie her dinner and let her into
the backyard until he gets home, and then they go to the Padaleckis’ gorgeous,
sprawling house to settle in Harley. That night, he stands at Jared’s door next
to Jack, the hallway light streaming over the bed where Jared and Harley are
asleep next to each other.
“I’ve got to get home,” Jensen whispers. “I can’t leave Sadie alone overnight.”
“Who says you were getting an invitation to stay overnight?” Jack teases, but
his gaze is hot and he presses Jensen up against the wall and kisses him
thoroughly. “Come out with me tomorrow?”
Jensen agrees, of course, but he can’t spend the night again, for the same
reason. So the next night they bring Sadie to Jack’s house before they go out.
Jared adores her right away. She’s shy at first, like always, and seems
downright scared of Harley, but Jensen explains to Jared how dogs like closed-
in spaces and that, if Sadie gets too nervous, he should put her in the
bathroom with a bone to comfort her, so he’s not too worried when they leave.
Jensen trusts Jared. When he and Jack get home, Sadie and Harley are asleep in
a pile at the base of Jared’s bed. And Jensen gets fucked for two hours
straight.
They go out regularly for a couple weeks, sometimes alone, but just as
frequently with Jared. Jack’s amazing. He’s an environmental business
consultant and an ex-MMA fighter. He loves food and once Jensen cooks dinner
for them, going out starts to mean going to the gourmet market Jensen could
never afford by himself and buying ingredients for Jensen to work with. Jared’s
amazing. He’s in the Gifted program at school and beats the pants of Jensen at
Settlers of Catan. He plays soccer and basketball and when Jensen tells him he
used to be a cheerleader, Jared doesn’t even tease him, just says, “That’s
awesome!”
“You really don’t mind Jared?” Jack asks late one night while they’re lying in
bed.
“Are you kidding? Jared’s the greatest,” Jensen says.
“I know. I know! He is. And Jared just adores you. But most omegas want to
start their own families,” Jack explains and Jensen’s ready to say, fuck that,
I love your family, we’ll just keep going, when Jack continues, “I feel like I
got it right the first time with Jared, you know? I don’t—it’s important you
know I don’t want any more kids.”
That’s the first downside to Jack that Jensen’s heard. He’s only let himself go
into heat once since his first, last year with the only long-term boyfriend
Jensen’s ever had—“long-term” meaning three damn months before Kyle decided
nine inches was too big a dick for an omega and split like a the chickenshit
little fucker he was—but the sex during heat? Was fucking phenomenal. A job
like Jack’s, he probably gets a month paid mating leave and Jensen would like
nothing more than to use it all—maybe not right away because Jared’s a little
young to be left alone for the three or four days his heat would distract them,
but in a few years. And Jensen would love to be pregnant. He grew up with a big
family, two brothers and two sisters1, and that’s what he’s always wanted for
himself. The happiest he remembers seeing his mom was when she was heavily
pregnant with Mac, Jeff on one side of her and Jensen on the other, reading
C.S. Lewis. That’s what he’s always wanted.
But Jack’s tall and gorgeous, and wants Jensen to keep working at the shelter,
and love’s Jensen’s dog, and has possibly literally the best son in the world,
and a great big house that’s just waiting for an omega to make it a home.
Jack’s a catch. The house is going to get an omega one way or another. This
might be Jensen’s only chance and like hell he’s going to let some little bitch
who doesn’t appreciate Jared—and Jack!—the way Jensen does cut in and take what
should be his. So Jensen kisses Jack firmly and says, “You and Jared are all I
need,” and the next night Jack goes down on one knee and pulls out a little
robin’s egg blue box and proposes.
“Really?” Jared squeals and tackles Jensen to the floor before he can even say
yes.
===============================================================================
Jensen tries not to be pissed when Jack tells him he’s going to be gone for
their five-year anniversary, he really does. Jack travels for work all the
time—traveling to business’ headquarters and consulting them on how to green
their operations is his job. He was gone one-hundred-and-forty days last year,
over a third the year, and Jensen doesn’t mind, not really. But their fucking
anniversary?
“That’s fucked up, Dad,” Jared says for him, popping a grape in his mouth and
sliding off his stool.
“Thanks for that, Jay. And I’m sorry, babe,” Jack says. “I have to go. It’s the
pitch meeting and this company is huge. I have to land this account.”
“I get it,” Jensen says and Jared scoffs. Jensen puts his hand around Jack’s
neck and gives him a kiss. “It’s okay. I’m glad you found out now, before we
planned anything.”
That’s not precisely true. Jensen reserved a table at Chama Gaúcha months ago
because reservations get taken up fast, but Jack doesn’t know that. There’s
still a couple weeks to go and Jack’s not a planner. He’d never think about it
until the day before. Jensen takes a deep breath. It’s fine. He’ll cancel and
some poor guy who doesn’t realize he should be a few months too late in calling
will impress his date and get laid. On Jensen’s anniversary, while Jensen’s
alone in his enormous bed. Awesome.
Jared helps him by changing the subject: “Can I drive you to school, Jen?” He’s
had his learner’s permit for almost a year now and he’ll be more than ready for
the test when he turns sixteen in a few days, no more practice needed, but he
still asks Jensen to supervise on a regular basis.
“I’ve got time to go with you,” Jack offers. “We can take the Aston Martin.”
“That’s okay,” Jared says with a glance at his dad, and gives Jensen a slow
smile. “Please?”
That fucking smile. Jared’s such a big guy now—not a man, Jensen can’t make
himself say that yet—and Jensen still gets caught off guard. He shot up
thirteen inches when he was thirteen and fourteen, and he’s spent the last year
eating everything in sight and bulking up so his frame matched his height. They
need to order him another uniform. His shirt is just this side of gaping
between the buttons around his chest. And his tie is a mess, Jensen
notices—he’ll have to fix that. Jared has had the same gorgeous smile since he
was a little kid, Jensen knows from the family pictures all over the house, and
he’s always been quick to smile at any little happy thing, but somehow that
smile looks different in his new body. And it feels like Jared has a smile just
for him, a little bit different than his usual. Maybe it’s something in the
eyes.
Jensen smiles back at him. “Sure. You should get to work, anyway, Jack. You’ve
got that lunch meeting with the Yahoo people.”
Jack frowns at them both for a moment, but then he nods, kisses Jensen on the
cheek, pat’s Jared on the shoulder, grabs his briefcase, and leaves.
Jensen leans against the kitchen island and rubs the bridge of his nose. A
headache is forming behind his eyes. He really needs to let this go and take
care of some animals and come home and make a big dinner tonight, remind
himself that he’s lucky and happy and one date doesn’t matter at all. He opens
his eyes and sees a glass of water and two little red pills in Jared’s giant
hands in front of him. He looks up. Jared’s smiling again.
“Headache?” he says.
“How’d you know?”
Jared motions for Jensen to open his mouth and he puts the pills on his tongue
for him and puts the glass on Jensen’s bottom lip. Jensen takes the glass,
their fingers tangling together against the condensation and swallows. Jared
wipes Jensen’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Jensen smiles at him. “You know, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“That’s so fucking backwards,” Jared says. “Omegas grabbing their ankles
whenever alphas feel the urge, licking the mud off their fucking boots. It’s a
partnership. You take care of me, I take care of you.”
“Omegas want to be fucked just as much as alphas want to fuck them, I promise
you,” Jensen corrects and he appreciates the credo, but that’s not exactly what
he meant. “You’re my son,” he says and then he has to add, “Kind of. The only
son I’m going to have.”
“That’s not true,” Jared says fiercely. For a moment, Jensen’s hurt—really
hurt, like a punch in the chest, but then Jared’s there, chest right up against
Jensen’s, his thigh pressing in between Jensen’s, right up against his cock.
“Do you—I can’t believe my dad doesn’t want to fuck you full of babies, Jen,
doesn’t want to fill you up. I can just—see you all big and swollen—I bet you’d
be so gorgeous pregnant, Jen, all—” He coughs and presses his head into the
curve of Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “I can’t wait to be a dad, that’s all.”
For a moment, Jensen’s distracted by Jared’s smell, getting better and stronger
and more mature every day, and his breath puffing against Jensen’s chest. Then
he says, “We should go.”
“First period’s just typing,” Jared says. “I skip it all the time.”
Jensen can’t stop himself from moving his hands up to Jared’s shoulders,
feeling the soft cotton, warm skin, and the hard muscles beneath that. “You
shouldn’t…” he says, not sure if he’s talking about skipping class or something
else.
“Ms. Cassidy doesn’t mind.” Jared lifts his head to look at Jensen. “Such a
stupid required class. I don’t do any of the normal assignments. We just work
on her website when I’m there.”
“My little genius,” Jensen says, wrapping one hand around the back of Jared’s
neck, the way he did to Jack earlier. Jared has a much longer neck and the same
soft, floppy hair he did when they first met.
“Not so little,” Jared whispers.
“Bigger than your dad.” It’s true. He’s got at least an inch on Jack already,
three on Jensen. He’s a giant.
Jared growls at that and moves in—Jensen realizes what’s happening just in time
to turn his head and catch Jared’s mouth with his check. Jared breathes out a
laugh and kisses him on the cheek again, almost, almost finding the corner of
his mouth.
Jensen stands up straight, cups Jared’s jaw with his hands and pushes him back,
giving him his own light kiss on the cheek, reminding them both what’s okay.
“Let’s get you to school, kiddo.”
Jared smirks like he knows exactly how much Jensen thinks of him as a kid
anymore and steps back. “Okay. I’ll go grab my bag.”
Jensen lets out a shaky breath and splashes his face with some water. He’s a
month out from going into heat, or probably less. That’s why Jared was acting
like that. He’s tried to kiss Jensen three or four times in the past week.
Okay, four, definitely four. So what if Jensen’s keeping track? They get caught
in this mood, like being stuck in slow motion, or a pocket of steam, and then
Jensen always ends up having to shake himself out of it and dodge a kiss.
Pheromones are leaking from both sides; Jared can’t help himself. Jensen should
make an appointment with his doctor to up his suppressant dosage. It’s going to
be a rough next couple years while Jared’s still at home. Jensen’s at his most
fertile and he’s reacting to two alphas, one of whom is constantly horny and
going to pop his knot for the first time any day now.
Maybe he’ll meet a nice omega soon and claim him before he even graduates high
school, like a good Texas boy. Or a beta, even though Jensen feels like betas
should just be with betas. It’s sexist of him, but omegas need an alpha and
they’re in limited supply. Betas don’t appreciate the knot enough, they
couldn’t. Jensen really can’t picture what omega Jared might end up with—none
of the kids he’s brought home so far have deserved him, not even close, but
Jensen will deal with whoever, as long as they make Jared happy.
“Are you interested in anyone?” Jensen asks him on the way to school. “Chad
hasn’t been over in a while.”
“Chad’s cool. But he needs to be with a chick so bad it’s crazy. Not even a
beta should be that straight. But, yeah, I—I’ve got a big thing for somebody,”
Jared says, staring at the road. “But, uh—it kind of can’t work. Ever. So I
don’t know.”
“What, is he betrothed?” That’s pretty rare anymore, but it does happen,
especially in the south. Usually pretty little omegas in big, old families,
given to their father’s friends. It makes Jensen sick.
“Oh please.” Jared rolls his eyes. “I’d just steal him away and claim him as
soon as my knot comes in, are you kidding?”
“Good boy.” Jensen reaches over and squeezes Jared’s knee. “Then what’s the
problem?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like me,” Jared says with a smile.
Jensen grins. “Oh please.”
“You like me, Jen?”
“Of course! I love you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“You’re amazing, Jared. I’ve thought that since we first met.”
Jared sighs. “He’s taken. The guy I’m into. Like seriously, happily taken. And
his alpha’s pretty awesome. Doesn’t treat him like I would, exactly, but he
seems happy. I don’t want to fuck with that. Actually, I do. I’m desperate to
fuck with that. But I shouldn’t.”
“And you won’t?” Jensen says, not sure if he sounds hopeful or worried or if
he’s reading Jared right at all.
Jared just looks at him for a long time—so long he swerves off the road a
little and the truck behind them honks for a very unnecessarily long time, the
fucker. It’s only then that Jensen realizes where they are. Jared’s been
circling for a while. He’s ten minutes late to first period.
“Slacking, hoss,” he says as lightly as he can. “Got to be on it for the test.
You going take it on your birthday?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. And I might have seen something about a Ram with my name on
the title in my dad’s email.”
“I know nothing,” Jensen says. “But you might want to have a license by the end
of the week, yeah.”
“Think I’ll pop my knot before I turn sixteen?”
There’s a stupid macho competition about when an alpha’s knot forms for the
first time, like it matters. Only a couple fourteen-year-olds have ever done
it, and about ten percent do it before they turn sixteen, ninety percent before
they turn seventeen. When he was a kid, Jensen had plenty of good sex with
alphas before they popped. Jensen reminds Jared of this, and that, “The biggest
knot I ever had? Jeff didn’t pop for the first time until he was nineteen.”
“My dad popped when he was fifteen,” Jared mutters, pulling into a space at the
main high school parking lot. “Well, we’ll see. I’ve got three days, right?
You’ve got to get to the shelter. Can you pick me up tonight? You get off right
before practice is over.”
“Yeah, of course,” Jensen says. Jared nods without looking at him and gets out
of the car.
Jensen doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he can’t leave it like this. It doesn’t
matter that he’s a moody teenager or whatever. Misha’s got a twelve-year-old
alpha he says doesn’t talk to him for days sometimes. Jensen can’t imagine
that. In a lot of ways, Jared’s his best friend.
“Jared!” he calls. Jared’s mile-long legs have already taken him halfway across
the lawn between the parking lot and the building and Jensen jogs after him.
When he catches up, he grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. “You’re
not your dad. You shouldn’t be. I would never want you to be anything but who
you are, right?”
And that’s when Jared kisses him for the first time, mouth-to-mouth, no
avoiding it. Jared puts one hand on Jensen’s cheek, the other on the back of
his head and holds him there while he opens his mouth and licks across Jensen’s
lips like a kitten, politely asking him to open his, too. He shouldn’t. He
knows that. He’s completely aware of what’s happening—of Jared’s smell, of the
little whimper he makes when Jensen does open his mouth, of the cool air around
them and how hot Jared is in contrast. Shock has nothing to do with it when he
grabs Jared by his tie and pulls him closer.
Jensen doesn’t know how long they’re kissing, but the bell signaling the end of
first period interrupts them and brings him back to the lawn in front of
Jared’s high school. Jared, his fifteen-year-old stepson, who unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled it off one arm without him even noticing. He ripped off one of
the buttons, Jensen realizes, and then when he looks back up, realizes that he
ripped a couple off Jared’s too, and got his tie most of the way off.
“Shit,” Jared says. “I’ve got Calc next, I have to go.”
Jensen’s at least a half our late to work. He puts everything else aside and
goes into dad-mode: get Jared ready for school. He tugs his shirt back on and
ties Jared’s tie in a quick, perfect Windsor knot after years of taking care of
his brothers and his dad on Sunday mornings, which mostly covers the missing
buttons. Jared’s mouth is bright red and he’s got some decent beard burn, but
he’s okay.
“Go,” he says. Jared takes two steps and then looks back, his gaze worried.
“I’ll be here at five to get you, Jared. Have a good day.”
Jared gives him the biggest, most brilliant smile and runs into the school.
“What the hell happened to you?” Misha says when Jensen stumbles into work.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jensen says.
“Your alpha gave you a good fucking, by the looks of it,” Misha says. “So I
forgive you. Haven’t seen you look like that in a long time.”
Fuck.
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The thing is, Jensen hasn’t gotten a good fucking in a long time.
Jack is wonderful—so wonderful that after (almost) five years of marriage,
Jensen can count exactly two drawbacks to him as a husband: he doesn’t want
kids and he has possibly the least active sex drive of any alpha Jensen’s ever
heard of. Alphas and omegas are meant for breeding, microevolution to protect
the survival of the species when beta men and women became less and less
fertile. Jensen and Jack went at it like nature intended at the beginning,
Jensen hanging off his knot for hours and coming four, five times a night.
Then, about a year after the wedding, Jack went to Dublin on business for three
weeks. The night he came back, they had sex like before, not passing out until
four-thirty the next morning. “You’re too much for me, Jen, I swear,” Jack
whispered before they went to sleep. Then they didn’t fuck for over a week.
Once a week was the standard after that.
Jensen was pissed at first, and worried Jack was cheating on him. But omegas
can smell competition better than alphas can, no matter what the knotheads like
to say, and Jack wasn’t getting any more sex than Jensen was. He just didn’t
want very much sex anymore, period. And when Jensen watched premium cable with
Jared and the dogs in the middle of the afternoon, eating Ben & Jerry’s from
the carton without worrying about wasting five bucks on empty calories, sun
streaming down from the wall-to-wall skylights in the living room, it was
fucking hard to complain that he had to build a collection of dildos and take
care of himself a few nights a week. He didn’t know how to bring it up, anyway,
not when Jack was in front of his laptop past midnight half the time and still
made sure he went to all of Jared’s games and weekly PTA meetings. Sex was
probably too high on Jensen’s list of priorities, anyway.
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It’s never bothered him, but Jensen’s actually closer in age to Jared than he
is to Jack.
He keeps thinking about it all day at work. That and long, fat, constantly-hard
teenage cock and that maybe Jensen doesn’t want to deal with any unworthy omega
Jared decides to bring home. Maybe Jensen wants to know exactly when Jared pops
a knot for the first time and maybe he wants to taste it until he knows the
musky flavor by heart.
Maybe he’s hard all day, fingering the torn-off button hanging by one thin
piece of thread on his shirt. Maybe he stuffs four fingers up his ass in the
bathroom during his lunch break thinking about it.
Crazy what a kiss can do.
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Jensen drives to the school at quarter to five and waits for Jared in the
parking lot behind the gym. Jared comes out freshly showered, pink and damp,
wearing nothing but basketball shorts and something white hanging around his
neck. Especially considering what a beanpole he was less than a year ago, Jared
is ripped now. Six pack, round pecs with perfect little brown nipples, biceps
the size his thighs used to be. His skin is a dark golden tan, taut and smooth.
Jensen saw Jared topless yesterday. He’s not surprised to see how built his
stepson is. And yet Jensen’s cock just gets harder as Jared saunters toward him
and by the time he opens the door and leans over to throw his bag in the back,
Jensen’s actually leaking through his pants. Jared smiles and drags his fingers
over Jensen’s neck. Jensen tenses up, ready to be kissed, knowing he should
stop this before it really starts, and then Jared says, “There, fixed your
collar,” and Jensen actually physically deflates and he realizes: stop before
it really starts? Ha! That is already completely out of his control.
Jared’s gaze rakes over him and it’s blazing when he meets Jensen’s eyes again.
“Fuck,” he says. “Kidding, bad joke, fucking—”
And then his mouth’s on Jensen’s, fucking finally, Jensen’s waited hours for
this, or years. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t been given a serious kiss in
a few years, or maybe it’s how geared up he’s been all day, or maybe it’s
something about Jared, but it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.
Jared pulls away and lifts his ass off the seat so he can pull down his shorts
and his jockstrap at once. Jensen’s caught glimpses of Jared’s cock before,
once when Jack threw him into the pool fully-clothed and Jared took his soaking
clothes off outside, revealing his boxers plastered against his cock going
enthrallingly halfway down his leg; another time when he’d taken a shower and
was casually rearranging his towel just outside the bathroom door, sweet-
smelling steam coming from behind him. Jensen hadn’t realized he’d cataloged
those glimpses so thoroughly until now. In any case, he knew Jared was big.
Bigger than his dad, maybe, like the rest of him. But he figured he was a
shower because how much more could a cock that size grow?
A fucking lot. The cock that’s quivering in between Jared’s legs is the biggest
Jensen has ever seen and that includes the stars of Monster Knots 8: Split Him
Open. Jared’s cock is as long as Jensen’s fucking forearm and as fat around as
a soda can. His balls are the size of softballs, and if Jensen’s experience
holds true, his knot will follow suit. He’s drizzling precome. This is
quintessential alpha cock, made for an omega. A woman would hurt herself on
that monster, never mind feeble beta ass. For a moment, Jensen can only stare.
“It’s not too big!” Jared whines. “…Is it?”
Jensen has to moan. “No, baby, no way. You’re gorgeous. I need you inside me,
need you everywhere.”
He bends down and sucks Jared’s cockhead into his mouth. He isn’t even going to
try to get more in his mouth, not at this angle, not when he’s this turned on.
“Aw, Jen,” Jared moans. “Your fucking mouth. How have you never done porn?”
Jensen grins and purses his lips the way he knows looks indecent. Jared’s pre-
cum is delicious and Jensen sucks along the thick drizzle of it down the side
of his cock.
Then Jensen needs Jared inside him. His ass is spasmodic, opening up and
clenching at nothing, desperate to pull a cock inside. Jensen kicks off his
shoes and shimmies his khakis off and his briefs mostly down his legs, hanging
around one ankle, dress socks still on, but that’s fine. He turns around and
straddles Jared, knees around the sides of the passenger seat. He bends down
and pulls the setback release, throwing Jared almost flat.
Jensen looks out the window and remembers suddenly that they’re in a car and
moreover, they’re at Jared’s school. Not even in a secluded place, scant yards
from the gym entrance. A woman in a purple pantsuit is shuffling to her car,
close enough that he can make out a run in her stockings. The windows were
pretty well fogged up, but that doesn’t make it any less obvious what’s going
on in here.
Jared circles his finger around Jensen’s pucker and then thrusts it up his
pussy. Jensen moans, “We can’t, Jared.”
“Don’t think about my dad,” Jared hisses.
Fuck, Jensen hasn’t been thinking about Jack, but now he is. He’s going to
cheat on his husband with his underage son in broad daylight. His son who’s so
much bigger and wants to see him fat with his baby and Jensen’s too fucking
turned on to be dissuaded. Every horrible thing about this situation just makes
Jensen’s cock throb and his ass clench more.
He bends forward and kisses Jared messily. “Put another finger in me,” he says.
“I don’t usually need any prep, but you’re so big, baby. My perfect baby boy,
bigger than your dad.”
“Really?” Jared gasps, thrusting three fingers in and out of Jensen’s ass like
a jackhammer.
“Way bigger than your dad. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever had inside me. Going to
feel you where I’ve never felt anyone, baby. You going to fuck your bitch good,
Jay?”
“Going to fuck you so good, Jen. Going to fuck you better than you’ve ever
had.”
“You a virgin, baby? You asked me if your fat, gorgeous cock was too big
earlier—no one ever tell you it isn’t?”
“Scared a couple guys off,” Jared admits.
“Fucking idiots,” Jensen says. “I knew none of the little assholes you go to
school with deserved your cock, Jay.”
“No one but you, Jen.”
“Popping my son’s cherry in the middle of the afternoon. You mind if I call you
my son, baby? You mind that I’m your daddy?”
“Daddy,” Jared groaned, grips Jensen’s hips hard between his huge hands, lines
his pucker up with his own cockhead, and pushes him down. “Jensen, my Jensen,
Jen, Jenny, Daddy, mine.”
It burns. A cock has never hurt like this before, not even Jensen’s first time
when he was fifteen and small for his age in the locker room showers. It wasn’t
just dirty talk before—his ass has never had to open up this much, stretching
just for Jared’s cock. He’s never going to find someone as big. His boy cunt is
stretched for good, broken for anyone else.
Even with no experience, Jared fucks from the bottom better than most, maybe
because the angle of the car seat, and Jensen fucks him right back, moving
until he can feel the mushroom head stretching at his pucker and then fucking
back so he can feel Jared’s hot, wet balls slap against his ass. They’re so big
and filled with come. He wants it all inside him, until it’s soaking his womb
and dripping down his thighs, both. Jensen loves come, always has, loves it in
his mouth, fed to him, sprayed all over his face, all over his pussy, deep
inside him. He went on birth control right after his first heat, “Just to be
safe,” he told his parents, but really so he’d never have to use condoms. But
come isn’t just sexy, hot, delicious anymore, it’s for him. Jensen’s never
wanted to be bred so much.
Jared has amazing stamina for a fifteen-year-old and fucks Jensen through two
orgasms. His come is spread all over both their bellies and he’s barely lucid,
hot and dizzy in a haze of pleasure. Finally Jared slams his pelvis up on
Jensen’s hips and holds himself there as he comes. “Can you feel me, Jen? Can
you feel me coming inside you, Daddy Jen?”
Jensen can feel it, hot ropes of cum shooting behind his bellybutton. He’s
never felt that before, maybe never felt anything good on that side of his
nerves. He can only manage a moan before he blacks out, collapsing on top of
Jared.
He comes to pretty quick after, Jensen’s sure because Jared’s chest is still
moving up and down like he just ran a marathon. He chuckles and says, “No one’s
ever knocked me out before.”
“I’m glad I gave you some firsts, too,” Jared says.
Jensen laughs and kisses him on the chest. This is the first time I’ve ever
really been in love, Jensen thinks, but he isn’t sure if that’s what Jared
wants to hear and this moment is too good.
“Can omegas get pregnant when they’re not in heat?” Jared says softly.
“I know you go to a Catholic school, but didn’t you get sex ed? Or use the
internet?”
“Shut up. Alphas, betas, and omegas all get their own classes because ‘it’s not
about sex, it’s about learning your own body.’ And every time I looked
something up on the internet, I got thinking about you and then I’d get so
turned on and I’d just jerk off and go to sleep. Tell me?”
“Okay. Omegas go into heat for three to five days four times a year. We’re at
our most fertile when we’re in heat—especially the twenty heat cycles between
the ages of twenty-five and thirty—but we can get pregnant at any time. Oh,
this is cool—you’re bound to miss a heat cycle when your pregnant, but your
body stores it up until after you’ve finished lactating—when your baby’s self-
sufficient enough to eat solid food, that’s the idea—so you have a heat cycle
that’s two or three times longer than normal.”
“Twelve days of fucking you nonstop?” Jared whispers against Jensen’s mouth.
“Nonstop,” Jensen breathes.
“That sounds so fucking amazing, Jen,” he says and kisses him again. It’s still
a little too soon for his cock to get fully hard, but he thrusts up into Jensen
a few times and reaches down to pick up some of the leaking come with his
fingers and brings it up to Jensen’s mouth. Jensen sucks them in and bends
forward to share the taste with Jared, salty and musky and the only thing he
wants to do more than eat it all is sit with his ass in the air so none of it
escapes.
Jared leans Jensen back against his chest and says, “Keep going. Tell me more
about your body.”
“The storing up your cycles thing—that’s called estrus retention—it doesn’t
make any logical sense. Omegas’ heat cycles are supposed to ensure we get
pregnant, but if we needed twelve days to do that, wouldn’t they all be twelve
days? Omegas who use suppressants that cut the extended cycle down to normal
get pregnant seventy percent of the time, which is as good an average as we
ever have, so we don’t need the retention. I think it means heat isn’t just
about conception. I think we’re meant to have that intense pleasure. My co-
worker Misha—he’s one of the only omegas I’ve ever met who doesn’t use
suppressants at all, and never has—he grew up in this all-natural commune off
the grid—and he’s—he’s unusual, but he’s the happiest guy I’ve ever met. Seven
kids and he’s pregnant again.”
“Why do you use them? Because my dad wants you to?”
“No, I’ve used them since my first heat. I admit I was hoping I could give them
up when I was claimed, but… going into heat is really inconvenient. A lot of
jobs don’t give you leave for it, never mind paid leave, won’t even guarantee
your job if you take that much time off, so…”
“That sucks. That’s so fucking—”
“You just want me belly-full all the time, don’t you, Jay?”
“I happen to like your abs, Jen, but—did I just get you pregnant, Jenny? I
mean, is it possible?”
“No, baby. My suppressants work as birth control, too.”
“I shouldn’t be disappointed.”
He really shouldn’t be. They’re completely unprepared to be seen holding hands
in public, never mind the Jared-scented hormones Jensen would be secreting if
Jared got him pregnant. But fuck, the idea of being pumped full of Jared’s
come, of growing his babies and starting a family with someone who really wants
one? Knowing he could have that and not having it? Jensen’s disappointed, too,
aching with it right now.
“You want to fill me with your puppies, alpha?” Jensen says and that’s how
Jared gets hard enough to fuck him again.
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It’s past seven when they get home and getting dark outside. Jack’s still not
home. They both reek of sex, but Jared refuses to take a shower yet and Jensen
doesn’t even want to wipe the mess from his ass, so Jared takes the dogs for
their evening run and Jensen starts the laundry, hunts around the house for
forgotten dirty dishes and fills the dishwasher. Jared’s always starving when
he gets home from practice but tonight he says, “It feels like gremlins are
eating my stomach.”
Jensen heats up one of the batches of frozen macaroni and cheese he keeps in
the big freezer in the garage to start him off and gets out the fixings for
steak and twice-baked potatoes. Jared hoovers the macaroni and then he pulls
out his history textbook and his binder and does his homework at the kitchen
table. He looks so much younger now—still huge and gorgeous, but he’s still a
kid, still hunching over because he’s embarrassed to be so tall unless he
remembers to act like a stud.
“I’m going into heat soon,” Jensen says when he can’t help himself anymore.
“And you’ve been secreting pheromones just going through puberty, so I’ve
probably been secreting more pheromones and so—”
“What are you saying, Jen?”
“I’m saying what you’re feeling is unusual—”
Jared’s face is blank. “Unusual.”
“—and if you start to—if you don’t want to—if you ever don’t want this, we
don’t have to do this. Just because I gobbled up your cock like a whore, that
doesn’t—there’s this idea that omegas need to be fucked to be happy and that’s
just not true, even if—I’m saying that if you lose interest, that’s okay. Don’t
feel guilty. We’ll stop, no questions asked.”
Jared stands up, crosses quickly to Jensen, and spreads his hands across
Jensen’s chest. “I do feel guilty. I can’t help it because I’m never going to
lose interest in you, Jen—you were the first guy I ever got a crush on and I’ve
chubbed up for you for three straight years. No matter what your hormones are
doing, or mine, I want you. And you’re married to my dad. So, yeah, I feel
really fucking guilty. But you never need to worry I don’t want to stuff my
cock in your cunt, Jen. Okay?”
Jensen’s aroused as fuck all over again, leaking right down his legs. He picks
up the phone and dials Jack’s office. His secretary directs the call and then
he hears, “Jack Padalecki.”
“Hey, love, I’m grilling some steaks for dinner and wondering if you’re going
to be home.”
“Break my heart, Jen—I just ate two dry, skinny sandwiches from that place down
the street and I’m here for another two hours at least. Save me some?”
“I kept a big one off the grill for you. I’ll put it on when you get home,
okay?”
“See you by ten or I really am going to stab myself in the chest.”
And what was that Jared said about feeling really fucking guilty?
But as he says, “See you then,” and hangs up, Jensen watches Jared scratch a
hand through his hair and bite his soft, pink bottom lip and then all he feels
is heat. He sets the phone back in the cradle. “I’ve got to flip the steaks.
But then we’ve got two hours, so what’d you say you stuff your cock in my cunt
again?”
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The next day, Jared comes home late with a huge bouquet of gerbera daisies.
“Wow!” Jack says. “What are those for?”
“I was voted MVP on the basketball team,” Jared says, the implication that he
got the daisies as a congratulations, but he doesn’t actually say that and like
hell the St. Mary’s athletic department gave a boy flowers.
The flowers end up on Jensen’s bedside table. Jack just says, “That was nice,”
when he sees them.
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The night after that, Jack’s home early, but right after he changes out of his
suit, he sits down, opens his laptop, and gets on his phone. Jensen’s chopping
vegetables on the other side of the kitchen island. Jared comes up and snatches
up a piece of red bell pepper and presses his hand against the small of
Jensen’s back.
“Need any help, Jen?” he says. Jack looks up at them and smiles.
“Want to—” Jensen starts just as Jared slips his hand underneath the waistband
of Jensen’s pants and his briefs at once and squeezes one soft globe of his
ass. He whimpers and tries to cover it with a cough. “I’ve, uh—got it covered.”
Jared runs two fingers up and down the spread off his ass slowly and then moves
inside. Jensen’s been slick since Jared got home, and his sheath welcomes
Jared, his pucker gaping.
“You sure? Nothing I can do?” He thrusts both fingers up Jensen’s cunt and
drags his fingertips unerringly against his prostate.
Jensen puts the knife down and focuses entirely on not making a sound until the
pleasure abates a little. He takes a deep breath. “Actually, Jared, let me show
you something upstairs.”
Jared abandons Jensen’s ass immediately, sucking his dripping wet fingers into
his mouth. “Mmm,” he says. “Sure. Lead the way.”
Jensen leads Jared into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “You can’t
just do that, Jared, or you’re going to drive us both crazy.” Jared looks
worried for a few seconds and Jensen lets him stew a little before he tugs his
polo over his head by the collar and undoes his belt. “Now we’ve got ten
minutes—maximum, okay?—and you’d best be silent as the grave, alpha.”
Jared tries to nod solemnly, but a grin breaks across his face. Jensen tugs his
pants and briefs down to his ankles and gets on his hands and knees on Jared’s
bed.
“Shit,” Jared breathes, getting on top of him and pressing his chest to
Jensen’s back slowly, from top to bottom. “You want me to mount you?”
“Wait till you have your knot,” Jensen groans. “You won’t believe how deep in
me you can get in this position and then we’ll be locked together for hours.
You won’t be able to dick around like that when you’ve got your knot, okay? We
won’t have time for the consequences.”
“Promise,” Jared says into his neck, lines up his cock, and thrusts all
thirteen fat inches inside Jensen, grazing every inch across his prostate.
Jensen’s knees give out and he collapses, bringing Jared down on top of him.
“Can’t wait for your knot,” he groans.
“Thought you said knots don’t matter,” Jared said, using the side of the
mattress as leverage to pull them both back onto their knees. “Was that
bullshit comfort, Daddy?”
Jensen feels the word like a vice around his cock.
“They’ve never mattered before. I’ve made some alphas stop before they knotted
with me because the sex was so damn lackluster and fallen asleep right
afterward, no problems, no regrets. But fuck, Jay, your cock is so perfect,
know your knot’s going to be perfect, too, biggest I’ve ever had, and when we
tie—” Jared’s whimpering out of control, but they’re too far away for Jack to
hear and it’s so fucking hot to hear how much he wants him. “—your cockhead’s
going to be pressed right up to my cervix—your going to be shooting hot come
right on my womb, Jay, right where it’s supposed to be, coming in me over and
over, till I’m more full than I’ve ever been—going to be amazing.”
“Holy shit—holy shit!” Jared gasps and pulls out of him. Jensen can’t help the
keening moan he lets out as he collapses and turns over, his cunt squeezing
desperately at cold air.
“What happened?” he says and then he sees it.
One day before his sixteenth birthday and Jared popped his knot. It’s gorgeous
and fucking enormous. Jensen puts his hands around it—presses his thumbs
together at the bottom and then circles his index fingers around to the top and
can just make his fingertips overlap. He’s never seen a cock before and then so
quickly after it forms its knot and fuck if Jared’s hasn’t grown longer,
too—Jared’s going to be able to fuck him as deep as he has been and then
deeper.
“You can’t tie with me,” Jensen says, feeling like he’s going to cry. “Want
it—Jesus, want it so much.”
But Jack’s right downstairs and the bright red numbers on Jared’s bedside table
say it’s been eight minutes already.
“Maybe—”
“No, Jared. You don’t realize how much time it will take. And we won’t notice
the time passing, won’t notice anything—two hours will slip buy and your dad
will have walked in on us and then where will we be, huh? You prepared for him
to find out tonight?”
Even as he says it, Jensen’s trying to abate the hot, aching itch deep inside
him with his own fingers. It isn’t helping. His whole fist isn’t going help at
this point, not with Jared within a mile of him smelling like he does.
Jared reaches for him and Jensen grabs his wrist. It’s all he can do to hold
him there, not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “We both
have to take a shower—separate showers, cold ones. And then you have to go out
for a while, Jay. I have to stop smelling you. Okay?”
Jared gives a tight nod and manages to get off the bed and take a couple steps
backward. Jensen wraps himself in Jared’s comforter, doing his best to cover
his body and hide his scent. “Breathe through your mouth?” Jensen offers.
Jared shakes his head. “Now I can taste you.” His steps are stilted and uneven,
but Jared makes it to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Once he hears the water running, Jensen hikes his pants up and sprints to the
bathroom off the master suite. The ache is still there under the pound of cold
water, but he can fill his lungs again. He dries off and settles the biggest
plug he has into his pussy and puts on the most uncomfortable pants he owns:
coarse tweed with most of the lining torn up with wear, his nicest pants before
Jack claimed him. The itch keeps him grounded through dinner with Jack.
“Do you want to drive Jay’s new truck to pick him up from school tomorrow?”
Jack says at some point.
“No!” Jensen says. Clearly he can’t trust himself in the high school parking
lot. “I mean—it’s your gift, really, you should, you know, give it to him.”
“All right. Won’t be home till dinner though… Drive me to the dealership in the
morning? I’ll take it to work and surprise him when I get home.”
“Perfect,” Jensen whispers.
“You okay?” Jack says.
Jensen is leaking too much slick to keep a plug in his ass. Jensen’s libido is
destroying his life. “Fine,” he says, and squeezes Jacks hand.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jensen can’t sleep knowing Jared’s out of the house and it’s even worse when he
comes home. Jensen can smell him as if he’s right outside the bedroom door and
he’s starving for it after hours of wondering where he was and who he was with
and if some slutty omega tempted him into using his newfound knot and
motherfucker that is exactly what Jared should be doing. He’s perfect and
sixteen and he should be getting all the tail he wants. But Jensen can’t help
feeling like that’s his knot, meant for his hole alone. As if Jensen’s ever
been the special one, the lucky one. As if even Jensen deserves Jared anymore
than any other omega in the world.
Eventually he can’t stop himself from getting up. He might not be the omega for
Jared, but he is the only omega that lives with Jared right now and if he wants
to watch him sleeping like a big creep who watched him sleep when he was
eleven-years-old, well, then he can. He doesn’t know if it will be comfort or
torture and he doesn’t care.
The reason Jared’s heady scent was so strong becomes obvious when Jensen walks
into the hallway: Jared is right outside the door, sitting cross-legged up
against the doorframe. He’s wearing just his boxers, his huge hard cock
sticking out of the open slit almost casually. Jensen wants nothing more than
to sit on it for the rest of the night. Instead, Jensen closes the door and
squats in front of Jared, his own hard cock making a tent in his pajama
bottoms, a wet circle of slick expanding on the back.
“You should go to bed,” Jensen says.
“Can you sleep?” Jared says. “I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about, Jen,
it’s—I can’t focus at school, I can’t focus on my friends. I can focus at
practice, I don’t know—because it’s so physical? It just fucking sucks.”
“Jared—” Jensen makes himself say it: “There are so many omegas.”
“No, Jensen. There aren’t.” They’re quiet for a while, nothing but their cocks
throbbing between them, breathing the same hot air. Then Jared whispers,
“What’d you get me for my birthday?”
“I installed a monster sound system in your new truck,” Jensen says. “And some
new running socks because I can’t wash the yellow off your old ones anymore.”
“Want to get me something else?” Jensen raises an eyebrow. Jared seamlessly
raises himself on to his knees, so he’s at level with Jensen, and then he
pushes him until he’s flat on his back on the carpet. Jared holds himself over
him. “I told you I’d never stop wanting my cock stuffed in your cunt. That’s
true. But I think if we just give in and fuck each other until we’re really
sated, maybe I’ll be able to think about something else for more than a few
seconds at a time. Call into the attendance office. Get us a room at that Motel
6 outside town. And let us stay tied together for as long as we can stand it.”
“What about your driving test?” Jensen says, but Jared doesn’t crack a smile.
Jensen has some serious doubts about how effective giving themselves a day to
fuck is going to be, but it’s Jared’s birthday and it’s what he wants and it’s
what Jensen wants and they’re going to take it—tomorrow, when Jared’s come up
with a pretty good plan to keep them safe and undiscovered, or later when Jack
or someone else who knows what they should be to each other is bound to see
them.
So he kisses Jared, slow and sloppy, goes and gets him one of Jack’s ambien,
and tells him to get as much sleep as he can. When Jack’s in the shower the
next morning, he tells the school, “He got the stomach flu on his birthday, can
you believe it?” and calls into work and asks the chirpy Motel 6 attendant if
they have any king size beds because he and Jared are both big guys and they
need the space. They do and they accept cash payment in advance and so after he
drops off Jack to pickup his son’s twenty-five thousand dollar birthday
present, he spends sixty-five bucks to fuck his son through a cheap, squeaky
mattress.
Jared’s sitting on the curb in front of the motel when Jensen pulls up, with a
cardboard box filled with water bottles.
“Stop at Costco on the way?” Jensen says as he gets out the car.
“Didn’t sleep last night,” Jared says. “Just looked up more info on omegas and
jerked off most of the night. Found out with the amount of slick you’re pumping
for me, you’re losing a lot of water. Can’t let you get dehydrated.”
So damn sweet. Jensen grabs him by his shirt and crushes their mouths together.
It’s next to impossible that they’ll see anyone they know out where they are
and it makes Jensen want to strut around the pool while he’s still tied with
Jared, come dripping down his thighs to let everyone know that this is what he
gets to have and nothing’s ever been better.
They pay and stumble upstairs to the room, Jared palming Jensen through his
pants with one hand, easily toting thirty pounds of water with the other.
Jared’s such a fucking stud.
Once they’re inside, Jared tosses the water on the ground, pulls the chain lock
into the slot, and slams Jensen up against the door. Jensen can feel the
emergency exit map against his back. Jared unzips and pulls his cock out,
pushes Jensen’s pants past his ass, hefts Jensen a few feet off the ground and
slides him back down, directly on to his cock. He teases Jensen at first,
lifting Jensen’s tight rim on and off his cockhead and then he slides him all
the way down. Jensen submits completely, hangs onto Jared’s shoulder with one
hand and fumbles for balance on the doorframe with the other and lets Jared
fuck him, only clenching and grinding back when his desperate body does it by
instinct. He’s slamming into Jensen so hard that they’re making the windows
shake, the deadbolt slam metal-on-metal inside the wall. Anyone passing outside
knows exactly what they’re doing.
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The best thing about being an omega is that they can orgasm literally every
second of the day, given the right stimulation and enough hydration. They shoot
slick out their cocks and some disgusting, unethical experiments in the 40s
proved a healthy omega can produce ten liters of slick a day, five times more
than the amount of blood the body can replace in the same amount of time.
Jensen isn’t half as desperate for a knot—even Jared’s—as legend has it, but
it’s absurd how much his body will do to make it easy to get a cock in him.
Jared fucks Jensen five times, through an unheard of fifteen orgasms. Sometimes
the pleasure is so intense that one orgasm just flows into another. Once Jared
unties after pounding Jensen into the door, he lays Jensen on the bed and rims
him for half an hour. He’s great at it, biting a little bit and licking in real
deep. “I want you all clean for the next round,” he tells him and it becomes
clear why. They tie and he shoots load after load into Jensen. When his knot
goes down, Jared immediately pulls out and lifts Jensen’s hips so he’s upside-
down, supported by Jared’s body. “I don’t want you to lose a drop,” he says,
wiping off what came out with his cock and pushing it back into Jensen’s
pucker, spread open with two fingers.
“I can’t get pregnant, baby,” Jensen moans, but he can still feel the hot spray
of Jared’s come deep inside him, moving through his cervix and into his uterus
and god, he wishes—
“You think you’d like being pregnant?” Jared says.
“Yes. Some people are sick and achy the whole time, but my family takes to it
really well. My mom was pregnant for most of ten years and I only ever remember
her laughing and glowing… my sisters love being pregnant—Megan was pregnant
with twins and even when she was huge at the end, in the middle of summer—she
said it was amazing feeling them a part of her all the time. Plus her tits were
really sensitive and she and her husband had tons of sex, like, up until the
day she gave birth.”
“You’d be so sexy pregnant, Jen. If you were mine, I’d keep you knocked up with
my babies all the time. And whenever we weren’t taking care of them, I’d be
fucking your cunt. I’d come all over your big pregnant belly, rub it into your
skin. I’d squeeze your boobs, suck out your milk.”
Jared’s words and the barest physical stimulation as he packs any come he can
find into Jensen’s hole makes Jensen come all over again.
“You’re impossible,” Jared says, putting him down flat and crawling up his body
to kiss him. “You pump out all this slick and my come out with it.”
Laughing, Jensen flips Jared over and snuggles his head into Jared’s neck.
Jared runs his hands over Jensen’s shoulders and kisses him on the top of the
head. “I’m sorry you can’t make me pregnant, Jay.”
“Why did you claim my dad when he didn’t want kids?” Jared says. “I always—I’ve
had this fantasy that it was to stay close to me.”
“It was about you, at least in part. Your dad told me none of the omegas he had
dated were happy that his family had already started and I didn’t want you to
be stuck with some stepdad who didn’t appreciate how awesome you were.”
“Still though—about a week after we met you, I remember asking my dad if you
would stay with us forever. He told me that he wanted to claim you, but even if
you didn’t want that, I could see you whenever I wanted. That Harley and Sadie
could go on play dates and you would help me teach Harley tricks. You didn’t
have to claim him.”
Jensen smiled against Jared’s chest. It’s not like Jack ever gave him that
option. “Are you sorry I did?”
“Yes—and no. I’m so jealous of the idea of you still being unattached. I could
claim you now and no one would mind. We’d be celebrated. But mostly no. I never
wanted you to be my babysitter. I wanted to be with you every day, have you be
the last person I saw at night and the first person I saw in the morning. Right
after he proposed, I asked Dad if we could share you and you could sleep in my
bed some nights, too. It wasn’t sexual at all, just innocently wanting you all
the time. And when it became sexual—that was about a year later—I didn’t want
to share you. If I got you in my bed, you couldn’t be in Dad’s. It drives me
crazy thinking of you with him.”
“Jared, baby—either I have to leave him or I have to stay in his bed. And you
and I can’t afford to lose your dad’s generosity. You’re too busy at school to
get a job and I couldn’t support us with what I make at the shelter, even if I
went back to full time. And I hate the idea of you skipping college for some
job flipping burgers. You’re so brilliant and you deserve every opportunity.”
Jared pushes Jensen on to his back and pulls his legs up and apart, thrusts in
without any warning. He bends forward and kisses Jensen deeply, claiming every
part of his mouth as he fucks him.
“I don’t want to talk about it today, okay?” he hisses. “It’s my birthday and
reality doesn’t exist in this room. But I know. I know all that.”
“He hardly fucks me anymore,” Jensen says. “We go weeks when he’s away on
business, and when he’s home—it’s once a week, if that, and sometimes he won’t
knot.”
“Idiot—he doesn’t deserve your perfect ass, Jensen. No one else does. You could
have anyone and no one can have you but me.”
Jensen set an alarm for six p.m. and when it goes off he’s soaking wet and
bruised everywhere. They need to take a shower before they leave and he can
only hope that Jack doesn’t want to have sex before he goes on his business
trip because Jensen’s thoroughly marked up: dark fingerprint shaped-bruises on
his hips—front and back both, from fucking in every imaginable position. His
thighs are sore and red from Jared’s own thighs slamming into them. He has
hickeys everywhere. He looks well-fucked and those signs won’t wash away.
As if reading Jensen’s mind—and in his more fanciful moments over the past few
days of being so incredibly in sync Jensen has wondered if he can read Jensen’s
mind—Jared aligns the fingers of his right hand over the bruises on Jensen’s
left hip and pushes down slightly. Jensen moans. The pain feels good. It feels
like possession.
“Do you feel better?” he says into Jared’s neck. Fuck he smells so good.
“Dad’s leaves tomorrow and he’s gone for almost a month,” Jared says. “And
you’re due to go into heat, right?”
“You want to fuck me through my heat, baby?”
And for the sixth damn time today, Jensen feels Jared’s cock get hard against
his hand. “Say yes,” Jared says. “I know it probably won’t change anything,
just like this afternoon didn’t change anything, but—maybe it will. And we have
to try every possibility, right? Before we give up and check into some kind of
home for people who can’t stop fucking.”
That’s not what they’ll do if they can’t stop fucking. What they’ll do is fuck
each other as little and as secretly as they can until Jared goes to college.
And it will suck for a few months, missing each other, and then Jared will move
on and find a proper omega to claim and Jensen will go back to being satisfied
with his perfectly satisfying life.
And so this might be his last chance to experience his heat cycle with someone
he really loves, with Jared and his singularly amazing cock. Even if they have
the next couple years together, who knows if his cycle will match up with
Jack’s travel again?
“Yes,” Jensen breathes. “Now stuff me full of knot and come one last time in
the shower, big boy. We’ve got to get home and let your daddy give you a
truck.”
They make it home with just enough time for Jensen to get the fixings for tacos
going on the stove and Jared to leave on his run with the dogs before Jack
comes home with the shining red Ram. “Think he’ll like it?” Jack says.
Jensen kisses him on the cheek. “What more could a sixteen-year-old want for
his birthday?”
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If Misha wasn’t so nice and didn’t bring in cookies at least twice a week,
Jensen would really hate him. Mostly because he’s happily mated. Granted, Dick
is short and not exactly built and an accountant, of all the boring jobs in the
world to have—the shelter’s accountant, in fact; that’s how they met—but they
have complete carnal chemistry and bunch of great kids and plenty of money.
Misha smells just like Dick, beneath that omega smell which is slightly sweet
to Jensen’s senses, and he’s got a dark purple mark on his neck that never lets
up. Scenting and marking are the two main elements of the claiming ceremony,
but not every alpha is dedicated to upkeep. The worst part is the same mark
Jared saw on Dick’s back months ago, peeking out over his underwear when he
bent down: Misha marks Dick, too. It’s really rare that an alpha will let
himself be claimed back that way.
When Dick is in the shelter to do the books, four or five times a quarter,
Jensen alternates between being impressed and delighted that such a happy
couple exists and jealous out of his mind. Jensen couldn’t sleep last night,
making it seventy-two hours since he got some decent rest. He just squeezed his
pussy around plug, wishing for Jared, but they couldn’t do anything about it
with Jack that close. So watching Misha with Dick today is worse than usual,
nothing but jealousy because why should they have it so easy? Then he gets
distracted by moving and feeling his sore pucker, everywhere he’s bruised,
everywhere his clothing is rubbing against the beard burn he has all over his
body and he gets hopelessly aroused. He sees Misha rub up against Dick and sees
Dick slide his hand into Misha’s pants and rub somewhere private, and he gets
aroused and jealous at once.
When Misha comes back to the main desk, Jensen pretends to be absorbed in
animal intake forms, but Misha won’t have it.
“What the fuck is going on, Jensen?” he says. “Because you’re slicker than an
oil spill, so either your hot for our pimply new intern or my mate or please,
please tell me it’s something else. What. Is it?”
Before he can say anything, Jared walks through the main doors. It’s like déjà
vu from the day they first met, same huge smile and ratty high-top Converse.
And just like five years ago, Jack follows him in.
Jensen stands up for no reason at all. “Hey Jen,” Jared says. “Hi Misha.”
Jensen turns to see Misha with the biggest shit-eating grin across his face.
Jared walks straight behind the counter and hugs him. Jensen’s eyes snap to
Jack, but he’s just smiling at them. Jensen and Jared have always been
physically affectionate, so this is pretty normal behavior for them—or at least
it looks normal. Their instantly hard cocks rubbing subtly against each other
isn’t normal and the bite Jared gives to the back of his throat isn’t, either.
“I picked Dad up for lunch,” Jared says cheerfully as he pulls away.
Jack leans across the front desk, holds Jensen by the neck, and gives him a
kiss. “Jay and I are going to get a burger and then he’s going to drive me to
the airport. I just wanted to stop in to say goodbye.”
“How about you join them?” Misha says.
The, “No!” escapes before Jensen can stop himself. It was bad enough last night
and this morning to act normal next to his husband and his stepson when every
time Jared licked his lips, Jensen’s pussy clenched and he wanted to bridge the
gap and lick Jared’s lips for him—it was bad enough when Jack was half
distracted by work. To be with them when Jack’s focused on parenting and
bonding with Jared enough to last the next month? To hold his husband’s hand
when all he can think about is going through his next heat with Jared? Jensen
would die. He would just explode under the pressure.
Jensen tries for an easy chuckle. “You guys should have some time together. And
these intake forms aren’t going to process themselves!”
“Okay,” Jack says. He kisses Jensen again and then holds their faces close
together and continues softly, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to fuck before I left.
Treat yourself to a big cock for our anniversary, okay? A plastic one, I
mean—ha! And think of me.”
“Big cock,” Jensen says. “Check.”
“I love you,” Jack says. “Come on, Jay! Got to make sure I get through
security.”
Jack turns his back and Jared gives Jensen one quick, deep kiss, effectively
destroying any remnants from Jack’s, whispers “I love you,” and follows after
his dad.
“Double toil and trouble, Jenny,” Misha says and Jensen has to collapse on his
chair and drop his head onto his keyboard with a painful, but satisfying,
thunk. “I do not judge you a whit. I’ve always thought Jack was gorgeous, but
Jared—that is one perfect alpha specimen.”
Jensen sits up just in time to see Dick come behind Misha, squeeze his cock
through his jeans, and murmur, “Later.”
“I’m going to need some time off in the next few weeks, Misha.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’ve never seen you take a day off—except for yesterday.
Ooh, what were you doing? And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going off my suppressants,” Jensen says. Misha grins and grabs onto his
shoulders and shakes him. “And I’m going to fuck my stepson until he knocks me
up or we both go blind.”
Misha nods, completely unfazed. “Good for you, Jensen. That’s wonderful.”
“It is not, dude. It’s really not. I’m going to get fucked.”
“Have faith,” Misha says, squeezing his shoulder. “And I would hope so.”
===============================================================================
As it turns out, Jared and Jensen can sleep through the night perfectly well
when they’re sharing a bed, body heat, air. Their first night together, they
get in bed right after dinner, barely six o’clock and still light out. They
make love—that’s the only thing to call it—one time and last fifteen minutes
thrusting and twenty more tied before they fall asleep.
Jensen wakes up as the pale morning light shines through the windows. He’s
plastered to Jared, from their shoulders all the way down to their tangled
feet. His left leg is mostly numb, halfway under three other heavy, muscular
legs, but that’s fine. He doesn’t need to walk for a while. He kisses Jared
awake and moves his hand between their bodies, aligning their cocks and
stroking them together slowly until they shoot come all over each other’s
bellies.
Jensen gets on top of Jared and they make out leisurely. He sucks his way down
Jared’s body and licks up all their come. Jared tastes good, but he tastes even
better mixed with Jensen and he moves farther down to give Jared the best
blowjob he’s ever had. No one’s managed to get much of this cock in their
mouth, Jensen’s sure. His mouth was made for cock sucking, he’s been told that
his whole life, and for the first time it feels like it’s true. He only manages
to get about half in his mouth, with his throat loose and his jaw open as far
as it will go. It hurts at first, but he makes himself breathe through his nose
and appreciate what he’s doing: the hot, satiny skin on his tongue, the way he
can feel Jared’s blood rushing under his skin, the smell of him, stronger here
than anywhere else, the sound of him moaning, whimpering, gasping, “How can
you—amazing—Jensen, so amazing, your fucking mouth, oh my god.”
Jensen sucks until he gets another shot of his come and then crawls his way
back up Jared’s body and kisses him and strokes him until he can get hard
enough to fuck him. Jared pushes two fingers in and out of Jensen’s ass the
whole time, and feeds Jensen his own slick, holds his fingers up so it drips
into his mouth. Then Jared pushes Jensen’s knees to his ears and pounds into
him.
Jared has to skip first period again, but Jensen really doesn’t feel bad about
that.
===============================================================================
“You smell different,” Jared says a week later, when they’re lying in bed
together. “Do you think that’s because you stopped the suppressants or because
you’re really close to going into heat?”
“You getting desperate, Jay?” he teases, but the truth is, they both are. Every
day he doesn’t go into heat, the more likely it becomes that he won’t start
until after Jack gets back, or worse, he won’t finish until after Jack gets
back.
Not that they’re slacking on the fucking front. Jared’s fucked him on every
comfortable surface in house—his bed, the guest bed, the master bed (three
times and Jared shot his load all over his dad’s pillow), all the couches and
the arm chairs, the pool, the hot tub every night so far. Jared’s bent Jensen
over every counter. Jensen rode Jared at the head of the formal dining table.
One of Jensen’s personal favorites happened that past Saturday. Jared invited a
bunch of kids over to watch a movie, half of them omegas and most of them out
of their minds for Jared’s cock. Jared gave him a pair of tight running shorts
with split sides and a thin white wife beater to wear and brought him into the
living room to meet his guests. The sudden, drastic rise of pheromones in the
room was heady. The alphas and even the beta males who were ready spread their
ass cheeks for Jared moments before got hard immediately. One of them actually
grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed. The scent coming off the
omegas was a mix of awe and jealousy that made Jensen wetter than the alphas’
reactions. Jared’s mine, he thought. You hungry bitches can eat your hearts
out.
He leaned slightly against Jared, ran his nails up Jared’s back and scratched
the nape of his neck. “These your friends, kiddo?” he said.
Jared wrapped an arm around Jensen’s waist and laid his other hand against
Jensen’s chest, dipping one finger under the strap of Jensen’s tank. “Yep.
Guys, this is my stepdad, Jensen.”
The shift in pheromones was noticeable again—a mix of relief from the omegas
and regret from the rest—and then an instinctual resettling because whatever
Jared just said, that wasn’t what was really happening here.
“Isn’t Jay the greatest?” Jensen said to the kids.
Jared flushed and ducked to rub his face against Jensen’s chest. “Daaaad.”
“Jay’s dad and I—we’re just so proud of him.”
Jensen ground his cock into Jared’s hip subtly. He ran his hands over Jared’s
throat and cupped his jaw, slowly brought Jared’s face toward his own and then
kissed him. It was a chaste kiss, but too long, and his lips were sticky moist.
He could feel Jared’s bottom lip being brought along as he pulled away, a
shared line of spit snapping back against his jaw. He wiped his mouth and
looked at their audience from under his eyelashes.
That was a little too much, so he tickled Jared to break the tension, and
grappled with him for a little while, until Jared dominated and held Jensen’s
back against his chest, panting against his neck, his cock pressed against his
ass, slipping into the leg of Jensen’s shorts and hiking their loose hem above
the freckled bottom of his ass.
The brazen alpha who rubbed up his cock earlier squeezed his hands against his
thighs and muttered, “Shit.”
“Okay,” Jared said. “Just wanted to introduce you guys. Let’s start the movie.”
He grabbed the remote, pressed play, and dimmed the lights. “Be right back.”
He took Jensen’s hand and they bumped into each other as they left the room.
Jared led Jensen to the kitchen, which was two rooms away from the TV room,
about ten yards. They could hear the opening dialogue clearly, see the back of
the heads of most of the room. If someone decided to turn and look at them, the
lights in the kitchen were bright, spotlighting Jared as he pealed off Jensen’s
negligible clothing, pushed his own shorts down enough that he could pull out
his cock and balls, bent Jensen over one of the island stools, and plunged his
cock into his stepdad’s ass.
Jensen watched the flickering blue light from the TV room as Jared fucked him
unhurriedly. He bit his lip against his moans and whimpers. Any moment and one
of the dozen boys in his house could come to the kitchen for snacks or go into
the next room to piss and see him splayed out like that. The scent they were
releasing had to be thick and pungent.
After fifteen minutes of hard, steady fucking, Jared clutched Jensen’s hips and
slowly pressed his knot over Jensen’s stretched pucker until he slid all the
way in, Jensen’s ass squeezing around him. Jensen came with a long, unstoppable
groan, spurting his slick out past Jared’s knot, leaving dark wet drops against
Jared’s clothes, and spraying it out his cock, onto the foot rests down the
legs of the stool and puddling on the floor. Jared pulled Jensen upright so
anyone who looked toward the kitchen door now would see him entirely on
display: naked, hard cock wet and quivering in front of him, his big, hot
stepson wrapped around him. They stay tied and standing for another twenty
minutes, kissing wetly and grinding balls against ass.
No one noticed them, not actively, or at least Jensen didn’t think so, but he
was pretty distracted at the end, kissing Jared and lost in pleasure, Jared’s
knot moving continuously against his prostate and his cock and balls being
fondled in Jared’s big hands. When they untied, Jared wouldn’t clean him up at
all, or let him have his tank top, just slipped his tiny shorts back on and
sent him out of the kitchen. Jensen took the long way to the stairs. Come and
slick dripping all the way down to his ankles, Jensen passed the TV room,
called, “Good night, boys!” and went to his room.
No one said a thing to Jared that night. Another kid would have been the
laughing stock of the school on Monday—did you hear about that alpha who takes
his dad’s sloppy seconds?—but Jared reported hero worship from even the
toughest alphas and more offers than ever, one omega actually waiting naked on
all fours in the locker room when Jared got out of basketball practice.
“You fuck the little bitch?” Jensen asked him.
Jared’s eyes blazed and stalked across the room to Jensen. “Never,” he said. He
ripped Jensen’s pants off and rammed his whole hand up Jensen’s pussy in one
motion. Slick flooded down his sheath and Jared cupped the hot fluid in his
palm as he pulled his hand back out with a plop. He spread the slick over
Jensen’s face, across his mouth and down his neck. Jensen circled his tongue
around his lips and Jared dropped down to capture the juices in his mouth and
feed it to Jensen in a kiss. “As long as your cunt begs for me, my knot is
taken.”
Clearly he has a mile-wide exhibitionist streak no one made him tap into before
Jared. But it felt amazing knowing that any of those kids could have found out
any second, would have seen how hot they are, how totally right they are
together, maybe stood in the doorway and jerked off at the sight of this
perfect couple. The kids were safe because they couldn’t do anything. Even if
one of them freaked out and told their parents, even if their alpha was a damn
cop, it was unlikely anyone with power would trust them enough to do something
about it.
Yeah, the sex has been so amazing Jensen wonders how much better it could be in
heat. But he went off his suppressants and fuck if it wasn’t for a reason.
===============================================================================
Tomorrow night is Jensen’s anniversary with Jack and he realizes halfway
through his shift at the shelter that he forgot to cancel their reservations at
Chama Gaúcha.
“That black tie steakhouse near Hollywood Park? I’ll take you! I’ll be your
date tonight,” Jared says which leads them to having quick and dirty phone sex
in their respective bathrooms.
Jack calls him in the afternoon to wish him a happy anniversary. “What are you
doing tonight? Treating yourself, I hope.”
“Jared got reservations at Chama Gaúcha,” Jensen says, happy to get in that
little dig that Jack’s son treats his omega better than Jack. “We’re going out
to dinner.”
“That’s perfect!” Jack says. “It’s really your anniversary with him, too.”
Jared and Jensen make quite a pair in matching tuxedos. Jared asked that
neither of them wear undershirts. It looks really inappropriate with their
jackets off, the shadow of their pecs and abs showing through, and their hard,
brown nipples even more so. But with their jackets on, you can hardly tell and
it turns Jensen on to keep a secret from the high society they’ll be sitting
around tonight—another one. They’re pretty overdressed—San Antonio’s a country
town in the end—but it’s fun slicking each others’ hair back like 1960s movie
stars and playing dress up like that is a lot like playing house, playing at
being man and mate, happily fucking each other like crazy and having a bunch of
babies in front of God and everyone.
“You both look very dapper tonight,” their server tells them. She’s scenting
and looking at Jared like she’s hoping he and his dapper date are brothers.
“It’s our anniversary,” Jared says, reaching across the table to take Jensen’s
hand. Jensen just smiles at her.
She believes them instantly, closing her legs and taking their drink orders.
She gives Jared a beer without checking ID. He looks older than sixteen,
easily, close to Jensen’s age. They look right together. They even smell right
together, which is more important.
A possessive alpha—almost all claimed alphas, honestly—will actively mark their
mate with their scent by rubbing their cum on their lover’s skin. Omegas
naturally take on the smell of their surroundings, but an alpha’s marking
changes an omega’s physiology, seeps into his bloodstream and changes his scent
forever. Jack hasn’t done that since the claiming ceremony, thinks it’s
unnecessary and borderline derogatory, so Jensen just smells a little like
animals and a lot like Jack and Jared—more like Jared since Jack left. He and
Jared have been really careful about cleaning Jensen off before Jared’s come
has a chance to soak in. They’re taking a chance having Jared come inside
Jensen, especially as much as he is, but the omega’s body is built to process
that in the womb, not the glands.
They both order ribs and feed each other pieces hot, tender meat, thoroughly
lick barbeque sauce off each others’ fingers and right off each others’ faces
until they’re ignoring their food and just making out.
Jared grazes his hand down Jensen’s crisp white shirt, pinching his nipple on
the way, and drops his hand into Jensen’s lap, palming is hard cock. Jensen
immediately follows suit, stroking the long line of Jared’s cock down his pant
leg. He rubs at Jared’s warm, fat balls and his knot, so big it’s puling the
fabric of his pants taut around it.
But fuck it’s hot in this restaurant. He shrugs off his jacket and lets it fall
to the carpeted floor because his hands have been off Jared’s body for way too
long. He rubs Jared’s perfect cock some more, but it’s getting annoying. He can
feel the moist place on Jared’s pants where his precome is soaking through, and
he can taste it when he sucks his fingers into his mouth, but not very well.
And he’s still so hot. He unbuttons his top two buttons and pulls at his bowtie
until it comes apart and he lets that fall to the ground, too.
Jared looks just as hot as Jensen feels, so he moves so that he’s sitting on
one of Jared’s legs, Jared’s knee spreading his ass open around it through his
pants. Fucking pants. Jensen pushes Jared’s jacket off his shoulders and down
his arms, grabs both wrists and unbuttons the cuffs, which reminds him of
Jared’s bow tie, and the takes that off, too, and unbuttons four of Jared’s
shirt buttons, so he can spread the shirt to expose Jared’s smooth, tan pecs.
He bends down and sucks at the first nipple he sees, bites it just to hear
Jared moan.
Their pants are really pissing Jensen off now. His cunt is aching like never
before and leaking so much. “I can feel you,” Jared whispers. “You soaked right
through your briefs and pants, through my pants—I can feel you dripping down my
leg, Jen.”
That just makes Jensen ache more. He grinds his ass against Jared’s knee, but
it’s not enough, not nearly. He remembers Jared’s own leaking cock and how much
he wants that taste in his mouth and he gets down on his knees on the floor,
kicking their table back to make room, glass and porcelain clanging together.
He sucks at the wet spot on Jared’s pants and then sucks the whole throbbing
length through the soft black cotton.
But, in the end, that’s even worse because his boy pussy is nowhere near
Jared’s knot now. So he stands up and gets his pants off at least one foot so
he can spread his legs and tears open Jared’s pants—literally tears them
because a button goes flying past Jensen’s face, and he finally, finally sits
on Jared’s cock.
The ache is better and worse at once. He fucks himself up and down without any
teasing or even rhythm. It feels amazing, especially when Jared starts to kiss
him again and fondle Jensen’s cock, but he wants to knot, he needs to.
“You ready, bitch?” Jared hisses into Jensen’s ear. “Is my hungry bitch ready
for his son’s big cock?”
Jensen keens and bares his throat. Jared growls, and stands them up, holding
Jensen’s legs around his hips and supporting both their weight easily. Then he
lays Jensen out on the table. There’s a wet squish against his back, the flat
side of a knife, but then he’s distracted by Jared’s cock, ramming in and out
of him so fast, and then his knot pushes through the barrier of Jensen’s tight
pucker and Jensen swallows him up. He can feel his pussy tense and release,
contracting around Jared’s cock, trying to pull him in deeper, pull out his
come.
Jared bites Jensen’s neck, prompting Jensen to come for the first time. Jared
sucks and it’s like there’s a spot on his neck that has a direct line to his
cock, his prostate, every nerve ending on his body. It’s not where Jack marked
him when they claimed each other, or anyone else who got possessive in the heat
of the moment—it’s higher and farther back, more obvious.
He keeps on a steady sucking the entire time they’re tied. As Jared pulls his
cock from Jensen’s body, he licks his marked spot and Jensen shudders—it’s too
tender right now, producing a pleasure so intense it hurts.
Slowly Jensen becomes aware of their surroundings: the country band playing a
slow song, the murmur of conversation, a few clanks and tinkles of dishware.
Jared is hot on top of him and when he pulls away slightly, with every panting
breath the hard buds of his nipples graze over Jensen’s chest and—he really
can’t think about details like that right now because it’s becoming clear that
they’re in the middle of a restaurant, a family place, which is skipping right
past exhibitionism to public indecency, and if he focuses on the Jared’s body,
Jensen will have to rub all over him.
Jensen opens his eyes to see their server approaching them with a folded
tablecloth in her hands. “Hi, there,” she says. “I took the liberty of grabbing
your wallet off the floor and running your card for your dinner, Mr. Ackles.
You just need to sign and then there’s a cab waiting for you.”
“You’re not—arresting us?” Jared says.
She laughs. “Your heat cycle is a beautiful and powerful thing. A few people
charged out of the place, offended, but you can’t help when heat hits you. Most
people understand that.”
Jensen’s parents would have been some of the people charging out of the
restaurant. Simple timing logistics warrant that most young omegas experience
their first heat in school, but they’re equipped with private rooms for that.
Jensen’s seen some alpha/omega couples rutting in the park, but they’re usually
mostly clothed and cuddling more than anything else.
Their server seems to see his doubt. “It’s like seeing someone give birth—most
people make it somewhere else before the main act, but that’s not always
possible. Especially with—” She blushes. “—very passionate couples, the early
stages of heat don’t feel very different from their day-to-day. My parents are
A/O.”
They tip 150% of the tab. Jared takes the tablecloth from her and wraps it
around Jensen, careful to shield as much of Jensen’s body as he can. Their
server gives them the remains of their clothes in a paper bag, and they shuffle
out the door, swaddled close together.
It’s a twenty-minute drive home and Jensen feels like his blood is going to
boil and melt off all his skin. At first, Jared sits in the front seat and
works to maintain a conversation with the driver, while Jensen sits in the back
and counts cacti on the side of the road. Soon it’s too much.
Jensen starts with his cock because that feels safer. The pleasure he gets from
his cock is akin to what most women get from their breasts—very sexy, but
nothing compared to his ass and boy cunt. He strokes his length up and down,
squeezing his balls, thumbing off drizzles of his slick from his cockhead and
feeing it to himself.
But his ass is begging for some attention, an aching itch and a steady stream
of slick pouring out. He reaches between his legs and stuffs two fingers up his
cunt to start, but that’s not thick enough, so he adds too more fingers. He
moans. Jared has what he needs—Jared is what he needs, so why is Jared so far
away?
He can vaguely hear Jared begging the driver to pull over and let him get in
the back—there’s thick acrylic glass between them with only enough opening to
let their scents through to each other—but the driver tells him that they’re
five minutes from their house and he won’t be thanking him when they’re done
and they’ve spent a hundred bucks on a place to fuck for an hour.
The driver’s wrong about the time—getting home takes that hour they could have
been fucking at least, but Jared throws a fifty at him and carries Jensen
inside. Or most of the way inside. Their hands are shaking too much as they try
to fit their keys in the lock, so Jared drops them and lays Jensen out on the
front porch.
Jensen realizes later that of all the plays they could have fucked in public,
this is the worst. It’s quite likely that someone Jack knows saw them at Chama
Gaúcha, but there are six houses and some thirty people who definitely know
Jack that have a good view of their porch. It’s dark, though, past sunset and
the porch light off, and the dogs are right on the other side of the door
making noise, but not very loud. Just whimpering, recognizing the scent of an
animal in heat.
They make it halfway up the stairs before they have to stop again. The carpet
burn feels strangely good against his back, like proof. Jared remembers they
have to feed the dogs and goes to the kitchen to do that. Jensen starts rubbing
his ass against one of the posts holding up the railing before he remembers
Jared isn’t so far away and rides him on the kitchen floor.
Jensen reaches between their bodies as he’s being fucked and the thin,
stretched skin of his pucker being pulled around Jared’s cock. A mix of come
and slick gurgles out and he catches it on his fingers. He takes a swipe of the
handful with his tongue and then spreads the rest on his chest.
“Fuck,” Jared moans. “Yeah, I want to mark my bitch—you’ll mark yourself for
me, huh?”
A very foggy part of Jensen’s brain knows that they shouldn’t, but the rest of
him, clear and focused, can’t imagine why. He needs Jared’s scent on him, needs
it to become a part of him, needs them to be as close together as they possibly
can.
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As he slowly wakes up the next morning, Jensen knows he’s pregnant. Misha and
Jensen’s mom both told him they knew as soon as they conceived and he always
smiled at them and chalked it up to romantic thinking, but they were right.
There’s someone growing inside him and he’s pretty sure it’s a little girl.
He and Jared are spooning, Jared’s arm thrown around his waist. Jensen says,
“Jared,” and turns to look at him and it’s like walking outside in San Antonio
summer, except that sudden dry heat is coming from inside him.
Jared’s still inside him, about halfway in and half-hard. Jensen grinds down
and clenches around Jared’s cock, waking him up and bringing him fully hard.
Jensen kisses his slack mouth until Jared starts to kiss him back. Still
blinking sleepily, Jared moves so he’s on top of Jensen, pressing down and
pulling his hips up for a better angle. When he comes, they fall right back
asleep.
Jensen doesn’t manage to tell Jared that he’s pregnant until they’re fucking
for the third time that day, in the shower. “You want your stepson to knock you
up?” Jared says, pounding into him. “You want me to do what my dad’s to pussy
to do?”
“You already have,” Jensen groans.
Jared stills for just a moment and then starts jerking his hips again,
helplessly. “What?”
“You made me pregnant. Your come knocked me up the first day of my heat cycle,
baby.”
“How do you know?”
“I can feel it,” Jensen says. “I can feel you in me, can feel you growing.”
That makes Jared start fucking him so hard they would have broken the door if
Jensen hadn’t decided to open it and let them fall to the floor. Jensen grabs
onto the bathmat and spreads his hips as far as possible, spreads his ass so
Jared can go as deep as possible. The water from the showerhead pours down on
them and all over the tile floor.
Jensen calls the school to excuse Jared for the rest of the week—they’re
wondering now if that stomach flu last week wasn’t mono—and the attendance
office is very sympathetic. Then he calls Misha to come get the dogs and kennel
them at the shelter. “Don’t be silly!” Misha says. “They’ll stay with Dick and
me. The kids will love them.”
The next four days, they don’t make it five minutes or five feet apart without
having sex again. Misha brought a few cases of water bottles and Jared makes
Jensen drink as much as he can whenever they think of it. They hardly eat. By
the end of the week, the place Jared’s been sucking on Jensen’s neck dark and a
stiff breeze blowing over it turns him on. Jared has a matching one on the
inside of his thigh that’s rubbed by his inseam whenever he sits down.
//
 
The next two weeks before Jack gets home fly by. They don’t have sex as much or
as frantically, the pheromones gearing up for his heat totally dispersed, but
they still fuck every morning and every night at least.
When Jensen comes over to pick up the dogs, Misha notices Jensen’s hickey right
away and whistles. “That’s quite a mark, Jen,” he says and moves to touch it,
then snaps his hand back. “Sorry. Did it feel good?”
Jensen rubs the mark and rolls his eyes at Misha.
“Right, obviously. Did it feel like he was giving you a rim job through your
neck?”
Jensen nods. That’s a better description of it than he’s come up with. Misha
explains, “Not every alpha can find that spot on his omega—not even really
strong, happy mates. What you have with Jared is special. You realize that,
don’t you?”
“It really doesn’t matter if we’re having the most special sex the world has
seen since unicorns mounted their mates, Misha! We can’t—it can’t—”
“Jensen!” Misha says. “You need to calm down and fucking internalize that
everything is going to be okay, one way or another, or you’re going to hurt
your baby.”
“You—”
“Of course I know, silly. And I think it’s a little girl.”
Jensen bursts into tears. “I think it is, too.”
Misha makes him stay for lunch and Jensen watches as Misha’s three oldest kids
work together to make sandwiches and potato salad and lemonade. It nearly
disintegrates into a food fight several times, but they manage to present
Jensen with a place setting, complete with cloth napkin and a rose in a little
vase. Jensen rubs Sadie and Harley’s heads and can’t help but imagine this
every Sunday afternoon for him and Jared. It makes Jensen ache so much he can
barely eat, but he does his best for the kids.
“You’re welcome here,” Misha says. “We’ve got a pool house—well, it’s more of a
pool closet, but it’s big enough for a queen and a crib and gets lots of light
and a bathroom of its own.”
That would be far from ideal, but he’s grateful. Jensen’s lucky to have a
friend like Misha.
“How different do I smell?” he remembers to ask as he’s leaving.
“Different. Better, if you want my opinion. But with the way your alpha treats
you, I don’t think he’ll notice. He’ll probably think you ran out of shampoo
and started using Jared’s,” Misha scoffs.
That’s a pretty low blow—alphas and omegas’ sense of taste and smell are strong
and a point of pride—but not inaccurate. Jensen has to defend him: “He’s a good
husband.”
“You’re not supposed to have a husband, Jenny. Omegas are supposed to be
claimed, they’re supposed to have a mate. Your alpha treats you like a beta.
It’s his just desserts that another alpha decided to give you what you need.”
The afternoon before Jack gets back, Jensen hires cleaners to scrub the house
top to bottom. He considers replacing the mattress in the master bedroom
entirely. He and Jared planned not to use it much, but they couldn’t help
themselves during his heat, didn’t even try. Jensen feels stupid—and
evil—trying to cover up what’s going to be so obvious so soon, but he has a
good three months before it’s undeniable that he’s up the duff and there’s no
way Jack put him there. A more active alpha would know sooner. Jensen thinks
Dick would know the moment he walked in the room if someone else made Misha
pregnant. But not Jack, so Jensen has three months to work out how he’s going
to live on his own again.
And live without Jared.
He’s not stupid enough to think a sixteen-year-old is going to claim the first
bitch he knots with, especially when he’ll be kicked out of the house for it.
Jared will move on. Jensen probably never will, but he’ll have their daughter
and if he squirrels away enough money over the next few months, maybe he’ll be
able to afford a little house in the suburbs, somewhere cheap and safe. He’ll
have to leave Sadie and Harley, but he’ll get another dog. Maybe something
small, like a cockapoo, gentle and friendly for a baby. He could probably get
more out of a serious divorce case, but he doesn’t want to put Jared through
that and a part of him thinks he doesn’t deserve it. Jack might not be his
ideal alpha, but Jensen’s been far from the ideal omega.
When the cleaning crew leaves, Jensen finds Jared in the living room, lying on
the couch with his laptop. Jared smiles when he sees him and puts one foot on
the ground and pats his thigh, inviting Jensen to lie between his legs. Jensen
fits himself against Jared comfortably and closes his eyes.
“What do you think of Austin?” Jared says.
“Austin’s a great town.” Jensen tries to sound enthusiastic, but Jared has to
be thinking about the University of Texas, thinking about leaving Jensen
already. “Both my brothers stayed there after they graduated from UT.”
“That’s awesome! Free day care. UT has some great housing options for students
with families. Would you be okay with living on campus?”
Jensen snaps his eyes open. “What?”
“It just sounds convenient, right? And cheaper. Then you can use the Ram to get
to work and I can just get around on foot most of the time.”
Jensen sits up and looks at Jared. “You want me to come with you to college?”
Jared frowns at him, closing his computer and squeezing one of Jensen’s thighs.
“Or what? You stay here? I’m really sorry to make you leave the shelter, but
there are some really great ones in Austin and—you think we’re breaking up,
don’t you?”
Jensen looks down because he can’t look at Jared, and rubs his belly. “Not
right now. But you’re just a kid, Jared.”
After setting his computer on the coffee table, Jared turned Jensen so they’re
facing each other and then crawls on top of him. “No, I’m not. I’m the father
of your child and I know I’m young, but that’s why I’m so lucky. You had to
wait till you were twenty-five to fuck your soul mate for the first time, old
man.”
“Jared—you think I’m your soul mate now, but—”
He’s interrupted by Jared’s mouth. He gets kissed until he doesn’t remember how
to talk and then Jared pulls back and nuzzles his nose along Jensen’s face. “We
have to work on your self esteem, baby. You’re perfect. You’re everything I
want. I don’t know how to convince you I’m not going to grow out of that, but
you need to believe I’m not going to abandon our kid, Jen. I know you love her
just as much as I do, so think about our little girl. Will I be able to handle
not seeing her every day, not being there for every first?”
Jensen thinks about how dedicated Jared’s been to taking care of the dogs, how
much research he’s done on omega pregnancy and giving birth and childcare and
there’s only one answer: “No.”
“Duh!” Jared grins. “And I’m going to be there for all our other kids, too, so
you’re basically stuck with me.”
And that’s a fucking turn on if Jensen’s ever heard one. He starts rubbing
against Jared’s leg. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” Jared says softly. He pulls back and grabs on to the bottom
of Jensen’s tee. Jensen gets the message and sits up long enough to lose his
shirt and push his sweats down past his ass.
Jared stretches to reach the side table and pulls out the dildo they’ve started
keeping in there. It’s nearly as long and fat as Jared. He runs the cold head
of the glass cock down Jensen’s chest, over his balls and around the back. He
strokes the dildo up and down Jensen’s crack and slowly slides it in. Jared
fucks him with one hand and pulls his own cock and balls out with the other.
His cock is red and dripping and they haven’t fucked all day in Jensen’s
frantic need to cover their tracks: he’s not going to last long.
“It’s creepy how much I love you,” Jared says, moving the dildo in and out and
jerking himself at the same rapid pace. “You’ve been my dad, my best friend, my
first and only mate. I’m going to claim you and I’m going to keep you marked
and scented so you can’t have anyone else.”
Jensen loses it with that, spraying all over his stomach and chest and leaking
out all over the couch.
“I don’t want anyone else,” he groans and that’s what makes Jared come,
spraying on top of Jensen’s slick and thoroughly coating his abdomen.
And destroying any progress Jensen’s body made in diluting Jared’s scent in the
time since he bathed in it during his heat, Jared starts to rub the mixture
into Jensen’s skin. Omegas’ skin doesn’t react to come the way alphas’ or
betas’ do. Like moisturizer, it only dries if it’s spread too thick. Otherwise
he’ll entirely absorb it. Jensen grabs Jared’s hand to stop him, but he just
holds it there at first and then he starts moving it over him again.
Jared grins and kisses him and starts to fuck his cunt with the dildo again,
until his own cock is hard again and then he replaces the glass with perfect,
long, thick, hot skin.
The couch cushions are soaked when they get up, just a few square inches of
bare fabric. “I have to wash these again,” he says. “Fuck, I might need to get
new cushions.”
“I’m sorry,” Jared says.
Jensen laughs, even with the knowledge that he might be homeless tonight. At
least Jared didn’t mark his neck again. The bruise he cultivated during their
heat is totally gone now. Jensen misses it. “No, you’re not.”
Jared hugs him tight. “Yeah. But I really, really wish I was.”
===============================================================================
Jensen goes with Jared to pick up Jack from the airport. Avoiding the possible
confrontation has its appeal, but the anticipation might have killed him. They
hold hands on the way there and then Jared moves to the backseat once the park
in the cell phone waiting lot. Jack sounds tired when he calls to say he’s at
baggage claim and that, “It’ll be so good to see you guys. Missed you so much.”
They pull up in front of Terminal 1 and see Jack waving at them wearing a
ridiculous pink Disney World baseball cap. They both get out. Jared goes around
the back to open the trunk and Jensen goes to Jack.
Jack’s body actually relaxes as he hugs Jensen and his smile is big and genuine
as they pull back. “You look amazing, Jen,” he says and kisses him on the
temple.
Jensen feels strange, but good. A little like Jack is his dad. Sure enough, he
hugs and kisses Jared on the temple in exactly the same way.
Jack talks excitedly about how the seaside company he went to Florida to work
with agreed to a plan that uses almost entirely to solar and wave power and he
hasn’t had such a successful transition in a long time. Jared talks about
studying for the SAT and Jensen mostly drives and hums when he’s supposed to.
A big chicken potpie is almost ready when they get home and Jack takes a shower
while he makes a salad and Jared sets the table.
“It’s—normal, right?” Jared says.
“It’s better than normal,” Jensen says. “I have no idea what he’s thinking.”
They sit down to dinner and Jack says, “I was thinking about getting a condo
downtown.”
Jensen frowns, wondering if Jack was more insightful than he realized and this
is some kind of revenge. He rubs his belly. “We couldn’t keep the dogs in a
condo.”
“Of course we couldn’t. Which is why you and Jared would stay here and I’d live
at the condo. Most of the time. It’s closer to work.”
“Daddy,” Jared says, the first time Jensen’s heard him call Jack that in years.
“You shouldn’t—you should kick me out.”
“Jay, honey, I could never kick you out. You’re my family, you and Jensen. And
an alpha takes care of his family. That’s my most important job. Making sure
you two are happy.”
“What about you?” Jensen says. “Who makes sure you’re happy?”
“You do!” Jack says. “It’s a partnership, that’s what I’ve always said. As long
as I can come here to eat dinner a few times a week, I’ll be happy.”
“Oh, Jack,” Jensen says, starting to cry like the hormonal, pregnant omega he
is. He never thought it could end this well, not once. “I’ll make you dinner
every night of the week. I’ll pack it up in tupperware boxes for your lunch,
with gingham fucking napkins.”
Jensen sits on his lap and kisses him for the last time. Jack motions Jared
over and grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him down so his face is
level with Jensen’s. He pushes them toward each other a little and Jensen
realizes he wants them to kiss for him. Some logical part of his brain tells
him he shouldn’t get his husband off by making out with his son, but a more
instinctual part of him says that’s not at all what this is about. So he cups
Jared’s jaw and leads their mouths together and loses himself in the kiss like
Jared’s taste and smell always makes him do.
He’s standing up and clutching at Jared when they come up for air, rutting at
Jared’s thigh.
“That’s good,” Jack says happily. “Go fuck.”
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