
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/478371.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Felching, Crack
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-05 Words: 6441
****** Blame it on the Pretty Boy ******
by spiders_stars
Summary
     Jared had no idea there were such dirty pieces of fiction online. But
     now that he’d discovered porn featuring his lover as a little boy, he
     couldn’t help but be curious.
There were three people to be blamed for this steadily growing obsession of
Jared's and he was certainly not one of them. No, Jared was completely
innocent. For the most part.
First of all, there was the internet. Which wasn't one person of course but
Jared had an easier time thinking of each of those fangirl authors in one lump
sum. Because if he broke it down, that meant there were more than several
handfuls of people out there thinking of his lover like that and well... that
was a little much. Especially since Jared was apparently one of those pervy
people who got their rocks off reading things like this.
Next there was Kripke, who created Supernatural in the first place. He was the
reason Jared even had his lover as part of his life. And he was the reason
Jared first got this crazy little idea in his mind that magic just might be
real. But that thinking came later.
And then, of course, the person who deserved the most blame was Jared's god
damn perfect lover, Jensen Ackles. The man drove him crazy in the best ways and
things between them were fucking fantastic - none of that really was the reason
Jared was currently feeling a little fucked in the head. No, that reason was a
circumstance Jensen couldn't really help but. Still.
"God damnit Jensen," Jared groaned and rubbed the heel of his palm over the
tight stretch of his jeans over his already achingly hard crotch.
There was a snort across the room and Jared blinked, tearing his eyes from the
computer screen and spinning to face his lover. Jensen was reading a book -
just a normal book, not at all dirty and perverted like the thing Jared was
currently reading - and he didn't lift his eyes from the pages as he spoke.
"Please don't even tell me."
"It's just, why the fuck did you have to be so god damn pretty?" Jared spun
back to the computer screen and opened his downloads folder, clicking the
picture he'd saved only moments before. He turned back to Jensen - who had
dropped his book by this point with a curious arched brow - and jerked his
thumb at the image. "Look at that! You're like, fucking ten years old and so
god damn fuckable it's ridiculous."
"Wow. How creepy pedophile next door of you." Jensen slid off the edge of the
bed and crossed the room, hand resting on Jared's shoulder as he dipped down to
get a good look at the picture. "I'll have you know, I was thirteen. And are
you implying I'm not pretty now? Jeez Jared, I'm hurt."
"You're hot as hell now." Jared curled his arm around Jensen and pinched the
man's ass, smirking when Jensen rocked back into his touch. "And I'm not a
pedophile. It's not like I actively check out little kids. You're my boyfriend;
I am allowed to find you fuckable at any age."
Jensen huffed another laugh and reached out for the mouse, moving before Jared
could stop him. A moment later the picture was gone and Jared flushed as Jensen
scrolled up to see just what Jared was reading. The man straightened up a few
minutes later, staring down at Jared with narrowed eyes. "I told you to stop
reading that stuff."
"I stopped reading the dog ones?" Jared offered, bracing himself for the self
righteous indignation Jensen was likely to hit him with.
It wasn't like Jared didn't understand where his anger came from. Fan fiction
had always been something they knew about and ignored, it didn't really bother
them. But when Jared had been bored and lonely one weekend while Jensen was
back home in Texas visiting family, he'd thought Googling the stuff was at
least a way to pass the time and would likely provide a good laugh.
What he hadn't expected to find was the whole community with all these kinky-
as-fuck stories. Some of them he would never touch - why would he want to read
about Sam fucking a dead Dean? - some of them he read just out of sheer
curiosity no matter how fucked up it was - like the dog porn, which sometimes
turned him on then creeped him the hell out that he got turned on. And then
there was the underage porn.
Filthy, dirty, so-hot-it-burned porn featuring Jensen in various young ages and
Jared, always older, ready to claim the boy as his own. Jared had started
reading the first one fully expecting to be repulsed - just like he'd expected
with the dog porn - but the more he read the wider his eyes grew. By the end
his hand was under his jeans and he was trying to use the rationale that it
wasn't too bad, at least this was his lover he was reading about and it was all
fiction.
Apparently, Jensen didn't feel the same.
"You know, you probably wouldn't like those as much if you were the one getting
swooped up by Jared the pedo-bear." Jensen huffed and dropped down onto Jared's
lap, brows arching when he felt the heat still lingering in Jared's crotch.
"God, it really gets to you huh?"
"It's not like that," Jared groaned, trying not to squirm up against Jensen's
thigh. When Jensen simply continued to stare at him, Jared sighed and shifted
them to get at the screen again. "Most of these, all the ones I really enjoy,
they're sweet love stories. It's not like I'm raping you! Like this one, you're
this nervous and shy little Boyscout and I work at this phone operating place-"
"I'm a Boyscout? I'm a Boyscout? You realize this is just fiction right? I have
never been a Boyscout." Jensen laughed and Jared squirmed, half waiting for the
moment when Jensen completely lost it and bailed because clearly Jared had lost
his mind.
"Except when you modelled as one, of course." Jared smirked, gripping Jensen's
waist and pushing the man up so he could stand then shoving his lover hard back
into the chair. "I dare you to read the first part. If you're still creeped out
by it then I promise I will no longer read the stories."
Jared was lying. He would probably read the stories because god damn they were
so hot. But he'd be a lot sneakier about it.
It looked like Jensen could tell like he was lying but the man didn't call him
on it. Instead he nodded and turned to the computer. "Okay, I'll read the
Boyscout thing. But I really don't think I'll like it."
"Wait! You can't read that one. That's like, the seventh part. Which is really
fucking hot but you have to start from the beginning. Hold on." Jared stretched
around Jensen and quickly clicked to the master post - amazing, all the little
titles they had for things - and clicked on the first part. "Okay. I'm gonna...
take Sadie for a run. You just, take your time. Enjoy."
Jensen rolled his eyes and grumbled something Jared probably didn't want to
hear. That was fine, Jared had a hunch his lover was going to enjoy this
particular piece of fiction more than he thought he might. And that could only
be a good thing.
~~
Jared woke to the feel of a paw digging into his gut and he groaned, rolling up
off the couch and blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from his eyes. It was
dark outside which was disorientating, since the sun had been spilling into the
living room when he laid back just to relax a bit after his run.
Where was Jensen? Why hadn't he come down to wake him up?
When Jared had gotten back from his run Jensen was still up in the bedroom and
Jared had been a little afraid to go check on him. He was worried just how his
lover might react to the porn that had been fuelling Jared's brain for weeks
now. But the fact that Jensen hadn't woken him and it was dark now, well, it
just didn't seem like a good omen.
"Okay girl, I'll get your food, hold on." Jared strained to hear any noises
from upstairs as he wandered into the kitchen and filled the dog dish,
scratching a hand through his sleep ruffled hair.
What if Jensen just left? Fuck. Jared knew he was a bit twisted to get turned
on by fan fiction about his lover as a child but it wasn't like this was some
dirty thing he was actively going to pursue. If Jensen was genuinely freaked
out, Jared would totally stop reading for real.
"Jen?" Jared called up the stairs once Sadie was busy chowing on her food,
curling his fingers over the handrail and slowly ascending. "Jensen?"
"In here," Jensen's muffled call came from the bedroom and Jared blew out a
relieved breath, quickening his pace up the stairs and down the hall.
When he stepped into the bedroom his eyes widened. Jensen was wearing only his
boxers and a thin nightshirt, cheeks flushed, lips full as if he'd been biting
on them a lot recently - or sucking a cock, which had always been a damn fine
look on him. Jared's gaze lingered on the obvious tent of Jensen's boxers
before drifting back up, a smirk growing on his lips.
"So. Whatcha doin'?" Jared leaned casually against the door frame, arms folding
across his chest.
"Um. Reading." Jensen slid closer to the desk, as if that could somehow hide
how turned on he obviously was.
Smirk growing, Jared pushed off the wood and crossed to his lover. "Still? I
know that story is long but it's been hours. I took a nap and everything."
"Oh well, no. I mean, I finished that one. The Boyscout one. Did you know this
person has written a bunch of other things? And there's others... other people
I mean. There's... a lot." Jensen blew out a shaky breath and turned back to
the screen. "In this one I uh, I'm a shapeshifter. I can turn into a dog."
"God yeah, I love that one. Did you read the sequel? Jesus it's dirty." Jared
laughed and moved around to grab another chair to pull up beside Jensen's.
He could continue to give his lover shit about being a dirty perv but Jared
would much rather show Jensen all the stories he'd already read that were so
worth it.
This was going to be a good night.
~~
"Fuck. Not sure you've ever ridden me like that." Jared panted roughly and let
his arm fall over his eyes, skin still tingling from the best orgasm he'd had
in a long time.
"Yeah. Was pretty damn hot." Jensen shifted against Jared's side, rolling a
moment later to drop his arm over Jared's waist. "Still... do you kind of
wish..."
"Hey." Jared had a pretty good feeling where this conversation was going - he
knew Jensen better then he knew himself most days and they had spent the entire
night reading really dirty stories aloud to each other. "I love you, just like
this. And besides it being impossible, I don't want anyone but you."
Jensen blew out a slow breath along Jared's chest and squeezed him a little
tighter. "If the show were real, there would probably be a way. You know? I
could just like, be a kid for a night. But I'd have all my adult thoughts.
Think about how tight I'd be around you... and how you could just move me
around."
A groan rose up in Jared and he scrubbed his hand through Jensen's sweat damp
hair. "Dude. I cannot go again tonight. Stop trying to rile me up."
"Really? You really don't think you can?" Jensen pushed up to smirk at Jared
then slid across his body, apparently ready to test Jared's limits.
But, even as his lover slid down his body, Jared couldn't shake the man's words
from his head. What if it were possible? How would a character be de-aged in
Supernatural? Some type of magic spell? Who said it was completely impossible?
Even if just for a night - and he'd really only want a night, just to try once
- maybe it could be possible.
~~
When Jared arrived home the house was quiet and his heart suddenly picked up
speed. This was crazy, it wasn't like it was going to work. He just had to try.
"Jensen?" He called out softly, almost praying he wouldn't receive an answer
because it was better if Jensen didn't realize what he was up to.
Apparently, luck was on Jared's side. There was no answer and he hurriedly
shrugged off his coat and grabbed his bag, slinging it back over his shoulder
and jogging quickly over the stairs. Sadie was at the dog sitter's for the
night which made this the perfect time to try.
It had been two weeks since he'd convinced Jensen to give fan fiction porn a
try and since then, the dirty little stories had taken a solid place in their
sex life. The best had been the night before when he made Jensen read aloud
while he sat on the end of the bed and tongued the man's ass open. And every
now and then they'd discuss those fleeting little what if things which had
amped up Jared's research.
Now he stood in front of the bed where he'd spread out a bag of supplies and a
book he'd bought from a lady in a grimy little store in the darkest part of
Vancouver - which wasn't really that dark but at least seemed questionable. The
woman had assured him the spell would work, just for a night, and Jared didn't
seem the harm in trying.
Reading the instructions carefully, Jared dumped a variety of spices and
chicken feet and the strangest little mini-eyeball things he was disgusted to
touch, into a little pestle bowl he'd been talked into buying. He ground the
items with the matching mortar and chanted the words in the book, stirring
thirty three times clockwise then twenty times counter-clockwise.
If this worked - which Jared wasn't putting money on, this entire thing was
ridiculous - the spell should take twenty years off Jensen's body for the
night. All he had to do was wait for Jensen to come home then dump the entire
mixture on his head. And, assuming Jensen didn't kill him for that, the spell
would go into effect and they'd have one crazy hot night of sex.
While he waited, Jared tucked the book and extra ingredients away and carried
the mixture downstairs to the kitchen. Jensen should be home any minute and
Jared's palms were starting to get a little sweaty as he considered the
possibilities. If it wasn't for Supernatural he never would have even dared to
hope something like this could work but, god, all fiction was based on some
sort of reality right?
Wasn't that how the saying went?
"Jared?" Jensen called the moment the front door open and Jared quickly shifted
in front of the counter, blocking the pestle from view.
"In the kitchen," he called back and reached behind him to grab the bowl. If he
waited to toss the ingredients on Jensen until later he'd probably chicken out.
"Hey, what's up?" There was a warm smile on Jensen's lips and he instantly
crossed to Jared, leaning up for a kiss.
Well, it was now or never. Jared closed his eyes and chanted the spell once
more, lifting the pestle and dumping it over his lover's head. The man froze
against him and for just a moment Jared thought he saw sparks or felt the air
tingle or... something.
But a beat later Jensen was stepping back and staring wide eyed up at Jared.
"Uh. Okay then. Seriously?"
"I just thought... I was... it was..." Jared looked around the kitchen as if
that could give him a logic excuse for his action then laughed weakly and slid
away from Jensen. "Sorry. It was a thing. Never mind. I'll just... get the dust
pan."
Jared fled from the kitchen before Jensen could respond, hurrying down the hall
and taking a moment to soak in the disappointment. Of course magic wasn't real.
What the hell was he thinking?
A scream louder than anything Jared had ever heard - and he was an actor -
sounded from the kitchen and Jared quickly spun. He raced back down the hall
and skid into the kitchen, slamming into the wall, jaw dropping with the heart
lurching rush of shock.
Jensen was just pushing up from the place he'd collapsed on the floor. His
pants were laying in a pile on the floor and the shirt he wore hung loose and
too big over his tiny little form. And he was. Tiny. Jared had to be almost
three feet taller then him. Taller then the tiny little form of his lover with
the freckled cheeks and wide green eyes and clean cut little boy haircut.
"Jesus fucking Christ it worked," Jared whispered in awe, a wave of conflicting
emotions crashing through him. The spark of lust and desire and want was
strong, battling against the shock that the spell had worked and the fear that
he might have done something to really fuck up his lover. "Are you okay?"
"What did you do to me?" Jensen asked in a rush then lifted his hand, laying it
over his throat. "Oh my god listen to me! I squeak! I'm - fuck I'm thirteen
again aren't I? Jared? What the fuck have you done?"
For some reason, hearing all those swear words coming from tiny Jensen's mouth
made the humour of the entire situation hit Jared hard. He rolled his lips
together to hide a smirk he knew his lover wouldn't enjoy and placed his hands
on his hips. "Now Jensen, honestly, there is no need for such dirty words.
Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jensen glared at Jared but it didn't look nearly
as scary as it usually did.
Which probably had a lot to do with just how young and fragile Jensen looked.
Especially when the man - boy - stepped out of his pile of clothes and hurried
out of the kitchen. Jared stared at the jeans and boxers on the kitchen floor,
took a moment to accept that there was a thirteen year old version of his lover
- with all his lover's thoughts - up in their bedroom wearing only a shirt,
then turned to race up the stairs after him.
Jensen was standing in front the closet mirror, leaning in and poking at his
cheeks, leaning back and turning sideways to tug up his shirt and stare at his
scrawny body. When he caught sight of Jared staring at him in the mirror he
dropped his shirt and ducked his head down.
"You're gorgeous," Jared whispered, his heart flipping as he took in the blush
on the boy's cheeks. "The spell says it's just for one night."
"You did a spell," Jensen murmured and slowly turned to him, fingers tugging
the edge of his shirt. "And it worked. And I'm thirteen."
"For just a night." Jared nodded, taking slow steps toward his lover. What if
he changed his mind now that he actually was this size again? "How does it
feel?"
"Really fucking weird." Jensen laughed shakily and turned back to himself in
the mirror. "I don't remember being this small..."
"Do you remember being this pretty?" Jared finally lost out on the smirk,
stepping up behind Jensen and dropping his hand to the boy's shoulder.
It put their size difference into real perspective and Jared felt the rush of
heat and pleasure all over again. Judging from the red flush crawling up
Jensen's cheeks, he was pretty sure the boy felt it too. Their eyes met in the
mirror and Jensen slowly leaned back against him. "No. I don't remember that
either. So... is it still what you'd hoped it would be?"
Reaching down, Jared let his fingers graze under the hem of Jensen's shirt and
slowly trailed up, dragging the material further and further up to expose the
boy's bare body. His breath began to quicken as the creamy skin of Jensen's
thighs was exposed, the hardening red flush of his small cock bouncing as the
t-shirt dragged over him. Jared's breath picked up speed, his chest heaving as
his lungs filled quickly.
"Jesus." Jared groaned softly and dragged the material further up, over
Jensen's head and arms when they lifted. "You are just so god damn pretty. And
tiny. And I just want to lift you up and hold you against the wall as I ravage
your gorgeous little body."
Their gazes stayed locked in the mirror for a long moment but Jared didn't miss
the way his cock twitched at the words. In the next minute Jensen stepped away
from Jared and turned to face him, lifting his arms up in the air. It took
Jared a few seconds to get what his lover wanted then his eyes widened and his
cock strained almost painfully against the front of his jeans.
"God I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Jared curled his hands along Jensen's sides
and easily lifted him up, bringing him close so thin lithe legs could wrap
around his waist, arms curling over his shoulders. Jared held the small boy
impossibly close and crushed their lips together, tongue instantly snaking out
to map along every inch of Jensen's mouth.
Jensen tasted just like he always did - coffee, something spicy, that dash of
things completely unique to him - and it only made everything that much better.
Because he wouldn't want anyone else no matter their size and no matter how hot
the idea made him, he only wanted Jensen and those perfect bow legs tightening
over his sides and little fingers carding through his hair was absolutely
right.
"Think about it Jen, you're like a virgin all over again." Jared worked his
lips over Jensen's neck, arms curling beneath the boy's ass as he carried him
across the room to the bed. "Only your mind is full of all those dirty things.
All the things I want to do to you."
"Then stop talking and do them already damnit," Jensen groaned and rocked
shamelessly against Jared's middle.
He had seen Jensen impatient and eager plenty of times before but having this
tiny little body squirming against his and fingers tugging at his hair was
almost too much. Jared bit down on Jensen's collar bone, causing the boy to
gasp out, then tossed him across the room onto the bed.
"Oh my god Jared!" Jensen did that almost squeaking thing again as he flew
through the air and landed with a bounce on the mattress. "Just because I'm
tiny doesn't mean I'm not breakable!"
"I know that. You're like my little porcelain doll." Jared smirked and tugged
his shirt off, tossing it across the room. When Jensen rolled his eyes it
looked far more adorable then he likely meant it to and Jared laughed and
kicked from his jeans. "What's the matter baby? Did I hurt your feelings?"
"Thirteen outside, thirty three inside. And tomorrow I'll be thirty three
outside too and completely capable of kicking your ass." Jensen pushed up so he
was sitting on the mattress, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at
Jared.
And, okay, Jared couldn't help exploding into laughter at that. Jensen was just
so... cute, trying to look all intimidating when he was positively tiny sitting
in the middle of their giant California King. When Jensen's lower lip slid out
in a pout Jared doubled over, hand slapping hard down on his knee. It probably
wasn't this funny but he couldn't help it, Jensen was just too much.
"Jared!" Jensen huffed and pushed up onto his knees and hurried across the bed,
bouncing up and launching himself at Jared's back.
In the next moment they were wrestling, tumbling onto the bed, and Jared could
barely catch his breath. It was hilarious and adorable and then Jensen's body
was sliding beneath his and it turned into a whole assortment of other things.
Smooth creamy skin, untouched and perfect, heat radiating from his tiny form.
"God, baby," Jared murmured and dragged him further up the bed, spreading his
body out above the boy's. "I want to taste every inch of you."
Jensen's fingers slid up into Jared's hair, pushing down on his skull and
spreading his legs wider for Jared to settle between. Jared slid his lips along
Jensen's neck, tracing along the parts that had always been the most sensitive.
The boy moaned and squirmed beneath him, hips lifting to roll across Jared's
body. "Jared, please. Want more."
"I know Jen, I'm getting there," Jared spoke against Jensen's chest, sliding
over to circle his tongue along the boy's nipple. The way the small flesh
pebbled beneath his tongue was perfect and Jared rolled his hips down into the
mattress greedily, riding out the desperate need building up in his gut.
The sharp jut of Jensen's hipbone was perfect and Jared traced it with his
tongue slowly, wanting to cover every inch of skin. He pressed his fingers down
against Jensen's thighs, holding the small boy down as he licked a trail slowly
up the length of Jensen's already leaking cock. He was pretty sure he'd easily
be able to fit the entire length of the boy in his mouth but he was much more
interested in tasting other parts of him currently.
"Bet I can make you come on just my tongue." Jared slid his hands around to the
inside of Jensen's thighs, spreading them further apart and hooking his thumbs
in the rounded swells of his ass to drag the skin apart. Jensen's hole was dark
and untouched, puckered together, and Jared could feel the shudder of his body
from head to toe.
"Seems- oh fuck Jared," Jensen gasped breathlessly and arched up the bed as
Jared's tongue first slid out and stroked over his hole. "Definitely seems
likely."
Jensen smirked against Jensen's skin then slid his tongue out once more, taking
his time to lave over the puckered skin in long steady strokes. Jensen tasted
just the same like this too, salty and musky, but that so very dirty feeling
was curling through him almost painfully. Sure, Jared knew this was his lover
and not just some thirteen year old he'd won over and fallen for but feeling
those tiny fingers in his hair, the thin hips beneath his grip, it was sinfully
hot.
Sliding his finger tip up, Jared worked it forward between the tight spit slick
muscle, tongue instantly questing up to taste the boy's insides. Jared had
always loved rimming Jensen because of the way he moaned and twisted down into
the touch but it hadn't prepared him for this. The boy was gasping and moaning,
his body shaking as Jared worked his finger deeper and continued to lick along
his puffy rim. Jared had never seen anyone so responsive and his hips jerked
forward against the mattress as Jensen's body clenched tight around him.
"Oh god, oh Jared, it's so- fuck how is it so good? M'gonna.... can't last. Too
fucking good." Jensen's voice was high pitched and his hands dug into Jared's
hair, heels pressing hard into the mattress to lift his body up then rock
eagerly down into Jared's touch.
He pulled his finger free and spit down on two digits, too caught up in
Jensen's heat to pull away and grab the lube. He knew his lover was right there
on the edge, close to his release, and he was more than eager to get the boy
there - over and over again. It helped that he already knew just what to do to
affect Jensen and it should be even easier, since it seemed like Jensen was
more sensitive than usual.
Jared worked two fingertips up in the boy, watching his tight hole spread open
around his touch. It was so hot, the way Jensen rocked back down onto his
fingers eager for more. Jared pressed forward and traced the rim of Jensen's
hole, fingers inching further up until they were completely buried in
impossibly tight muscle. He pushed back so he could stare up at the boy as his
fingers twisted and rubbed hard over his prostate.
Lust-darkened green eyes fixed up on Jared, flushed cheeks darkening, full lips
parting, and Jensen came as Jared's fingers fucked forward once more. The boy's
body relaxed in the wake of his release and Jared took advantage of it to
stretch forward and yank the bedside drawer open, pulling out the bottle of
lube and falling back.
Jensen looked absolutely debauched slumped down on the mattress. His cheeks
were bright red, his brow flushed, and there was come decorating his chest in a
perfect pattern. Jared couldn't resist dipping down to lap over the splashes of
come. Jensen tasted perfect like he always did and Jared closed his eyes and
moaned, rolling the taste over his tongue and slicking his fingers quickly with
lube.
In the next beat he had three fingers up in the tight heat of the boy, his
tongue lapping slowly over every inch of cooling come staining the boy's body.
Jensen was already squirming and twisting beneath him, hips rocking down onto
Jared's fingers and chest arching up into the heat of his mouth.
"Enough," Jensen half whimpered the words then lurched up, pushing Jared back
and shoving.
Jared laughed and fell back on the mattress, hands digging down into the
blankets to hold himself up and watch as Jensen spun and instantly crawled up
onto his lap. There was an eagerness in his eyes that Jared knew well and his
smile faded, cock twitching at the heat radiating from the boy's body. "You
sure you're stretched out enough baby? You're kinda tiny and I'm, really
fucking not."
"Oh get over yourself." Jensen grunted and grabbed the bottle of lube, slicking
up his palm and stroking it quickly over Jared's cock.
The tiny hand around Jared's cock felt good enough to have his hips bucking up,
eyes fluttering closed as he rode out the swell of pleasure. "Fuck, god. Just-
jesus Jen - I really don't want to hurt you."
"You know I like the pain Jay," Jensen murmured and dipped down to suck along
Jared's neck. "You ready?"
Jared didn't get a chance to answer. In the next moment Jensen's hands were
curled around his cock once more, held up as his knees spread to both sides of
Jared's thighs and he sank down. The tight heat was way more than Jared could
have prepared himself for. It was constricting and pulsing, surrounding his
cock in a rush as Jensen dropped swiftly down onto him.
The boy was tense on his lap and Jared almost swayed back and fell on the
mattress before he managed to get his arms around Jensen and hold him close,
running soothing fingers down his back. "Christ, baby, you okay? This... fuck
you're so tight. Shoulda gone slow. It's gotta sting."
"M'good," Jensen mumbled against his shoulder, fingers lifting to slowly stroke
through Jared's hair. "Just... need a minute. You're a lot bigger then I
remembered."
"I'm not the one whose size has changed Jen," Jared chuckled roughly, hand
sliding down until he could gently massage over his puffy stretched rim. It was
obscene to feel how much the boy's body had to stretch to fit him and Jared's
hips jerked up out of his control.
"Down." Jensen pushed at Jared until he fell back on the mattress, the shift in
angle bringing a soft whimper to Jensen's lips.
Jared was just about to ask the boy if he was okay once more when Jensen was
suddenly moving. His knees dug into the blankets and his hands planted firmly
on Jared's chest as he lifted himself up and dropped quickly back down. Jared
loved when Jensen rode him, his lover knew exactly how to work his body, but
this was a whole new level of hot that nearly made Jared come.
It took Jensen a long few minutes to work out just the right rock-twist-lift-
drop of his tiny body on Jared's cock. But once he got it, he was all fluid
movement, barely visible abs bunching and pulling as he rocked his body and
rode Jared expertly. Jared was blinking sweat out of his eyes, hands roaming
constantly over his lover's tiny body as he thrust his hips up to meet each
rock down.
"So fucking pretty," Jared grunted and slid his hands down Jensen's body,
tweaking each nipple into peaks then sliding lower until his fingers could curl
over the small, leaking, rock hard cock. "Know just how to ride me baby,
drivin' me fuckin' crazy."
"Yes, yes Jared, that spot." Jensen tipped his head back and arched his body,
rocking down in a series of quick little thrusts that rubbed the head of
Jared's cock over and over against his prostate.
All the muscles around Jared's cock were fluttering and gripping and Jared knew
he couldn't take any more of the build up. He wanted to feel Jensen clench
around him as he came though so his grip around the boy's cock tightened and he
stroked in just the way Jensen liked most, thumbing over the slit and rolling
his hips up so his cock thrust hard between tight muscles.
"Jared," Jensen called out his name and shuddered as his second orgasm rushed
through him.
Somewhere between the muscles gripping vice tight around him and the spray of
come over his chest, Jared lost the last of his control. His free hand clutched
hard around Jensen's hipbone as he drove his cock up in hard thrusts to ride
out the swell of his release. He hadn't come this hard in a while and,
considering how often Jensen drove him crazy, that was really saying something.
"Holy fucking hell," Jensen panted heavily and fell forward, groaning when the
drop had Jared slipping free from him.
"Honestly Jensen, what would your mother say?" Jared smirked and gently stroked
down his lover's back, caressing over his ass then dipping fingers in to sweep
over the puffy abused hole.
"Please do not talk about my mother right now," Jensen grunted and swatted at
Jared's arm, rolling off his chest and flopping back on the bed.
Jared pushed up to his elbow to stare down at his lover - he really could not
get used to his tiny little body, it was still surprising - then lifted his to
gently caress along his middle. "Sore? Did I hurt you?"
"Little sore but not hurt." Jensen gave him a warm smile, sandy blonde hair
falling into his face and making him look impossibly younger. "Maybe you just
fucked me into oblivion."
"Nah, if I did that you'd be passed out." Jared smirked, the idea sparking in
his mind and a slow smirk growing on his lips.
It wasn't like it was every night Jensen had the stamina to come three times in
one night - actually, Jared wasn't sure he'd ever seen it happen - and he might
as well take advantage of it. In a flash Jared rolled Jensen over onto his
stomach and slid down the bed, climbing between his lover's scrawny pale bow
legs and pushing forward.
"Jesus fucking god damn Christ," Jensen spit out the string of curses as Jared
trailed his tongue swiftly up the full length of his crack.
Jared smirked for just a moment against Jensen's ass then spread the boy's
cheeks even further and pressed in to seal his lips around the abused hole.
He'd never done anything like this before but it came naturally to him, sucking
at the hole and swallowing the flow of come that painted the inside of his
mouth.
Jensen's body was twisting and squirming back against him, a steady flow of
foul words tumbling from his lips. Jared stroked his hands down Jensen's creamy
thighs to try soothe the shaking boy even as his tongue snaked forward and
traced along his insides. Jared couldn't decide if it was dirtier to eat his
come from Jensen's ass or to hear that innocent little voice calling out the
filthiest words Jared had ever heard.
"Can't. Can't. Fucking hell Jared, m'gonna-" Jensen gasped and jerked forward
against the mattress, hand dropping back behind him to tangle in Jared's hair.
Jared ignored the tug at his locks and slid back, flipping Jensen over so he
could watch the boy hit his third release of the night. Jensen's body instantly
arched up and his full lips were parted in a soundless cry.
For a moment Jared thought Jensen wasn't quite there yet then he realized
Jensen was and that, for the first time Jared had ever seen, his lover was
coming dry. Jared's eyes widened and his own spent cock twitched as if he might
be able to get it up again. "Oh my god. You are so fucking hot it's unreal."
A huff of a laugh - or maybe a cry - fell from Jensen as he sucked in desperate
quick breaths, eyes closed and entire body flushed. Jared was pretty sure he'd
worked his lover to his maximum and he slowly crawled forward, stroking the
hair off of his brow.
"You okay?" Jared asked softly after a few minutes, gathering Jensen up into
his arms and holding him tightly.
"Mmmhmm. Never done that before," Jensen mumbled and slipped his arms around
Jared, holding him tightly. "Come like that. God, I'm not gonna be able to get
it up for a week."
"Oh, we'll see. I mean, after you watch this night you might feel differently."
Jared slowly grinned and tilted Jensen's head so he could see the video camera
Jared had placed on the TV stand before he'd even cast the spell.
"Fuck I love you." Jensen laughed and buried his head into Jared's neck,
kissing the skin softly. "Am I still gonna be enough for you? Even when I'm not
in a thirteen year old body?"
"Absolutely. There's loads of stuff I can do with bigger you that I can't with
little you." Jared smirked, closing his eyes and letting Jensen picture just
what those things might be.
He was just about to drift off to sleep, sure that Jensen had already passed
out, when his lover spoke up again. "Maybe next time we can make you thirteen."
And, oh god, wasn't that a great idea?
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