
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Organized_Crime,
      Gunplay
  Series:
      Part 3 of Crime_boss_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-01 Words: 4714
****** The Things I do ******
by alycat
Summary
     With a new school, and maybe even a new friend, Jensen starts to
     realize just what it means to be with Jared. Now it's time for some
     lessons that might become useful later on.
Notes
     Original notes and warnings from LiveJournal:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - underage, age difference
     (Jensen 14, Jared 33), manipulation, violence, rimming, gun kink.
     This is a timestamp to Means_to_an_End and takes place a few months
     after Settling_In.
The school uniform still felt weird to Jensen even after more than two months
at his new school, but of all the things he adjusted to it seemed like such a
small thing. Leaning back against the school wall he tucked his hands down his
pockets, a part of him longing for his old school. He wasn't sure what he had
expected when Jared had gotten him a place at Alexander High but it sure wasn't
the way people looked at him nowadays, the fearful respect that he was met with
from teacher and students alike. Where at his last school he had dodged sneers
and less than thinly veiled insults, at Alexander High his connection to Jared
was something that people envied and Jensen found himself the target of several
people's attention.
"Hey," a voice rang out beside him and Jensen looked to the side to see a
brown-haired boy standing there, seemingly hesitating before he took a step
closer.
It was someone that Jensen had seen before around school, but not someone who
had ever tried to talk to him before and Jensen wasn't sure of his name.
"Hey," Jensen answered, looking the boy up and down.
"Ian," the guy said, blowing strands of dark hair out of his eyes. "I'm... um,
I think I'm in your History class?"
"And Calculus," Jensen said with a nod. "I'm Jensen. Jensen Ackles."
The boy grinned then, leaning back again the school building, facing Jensen
slightly.
"I know. I don't think there's anyone at this school that doesn't know. You're
Jared's."
Jensen noticed he didn’t say Jared's boyfriend or Jared's boytoy or anything
close to that. No, Jensen was simply Jared's and it was too much of the truth
for Jensen to even be able to protest it. He had been Jared's since the first
time he had stepped inside Jared's car. It took Jensen a few moments more to
realize that the boy had said Jared's name and not Mr. Padalecki.
"I..." Jensen started but just then a big car pulled into a stop at the steps
of the school, back door opening and Jensen was moving before he could even
think about it. "See you tomorrow."
"Sure," he heard Ian said behind him and Jensen could feel the boy's eyes on
him as he slid into the car.
"You've made a friend," Jared said cooly when Jensen closed the car door behind
him.
"Maybe," Jensen said, looking out of the black tinted windows to where Ian was
still standing, back against the school wall and blue gaze firmly locked on the
car.
"Good," Jared said distractedly and it was only then that Jensen realized that
Jared had barely looked up from the stack of papers he was going through.
"We're just gonna pick up some Chinese on the way back to The Mansion. Hungry?"
Jensen looked down at the papers spread out on the seat, frowning slightly even
though he knew he didn't have a claim on Jared's time. He was there for Jared's
entertainment, not the other way around.
"A bit," Jensen answered. "Oh, I got an A on my latest essay."
He hadn't expected much of a reaction but Jared looked over at Jensen at that,
putting the papers away and before Jensen had time to reach for his seat belt,
Jared reached out to grab Jensen and pull him close.
"That's right," Jared said with a smirk. "You'll show them, won't you? Make
them all see just how right I was with making you mine."
There was more than a little pride in Jared's voice and Jensen got the feeling
that he was the trophy to be polished to perfection; now that Jared had
acquired him it was time to make Jensen fit in. A part of Jensen knew he should
be offended, that it should be a bad thing but when Jared practically lifted
Jensen up on his lap, ignoring the fact that their driver could easily see what
was happening, all Jensen could do was moan when Jared kissed him hard, fingers
digging into the soft skin of Jensen's waist. Jared was proud of him and that
alone was enough to make Jensen crave more, needing Jared's approval.
"How about, as a reward for that I get Chris to take you shooting tomorrow?"
Jared said, lips sliding down Jensen's neck to add more to the bruises that he
so often sucked into Jensen's pale skin.
"No," Jensen moaned, rock down against the hard line of Jared's cock.
Jared went absolutely still beneath him, fingers gripping tight enough to make
Jensen whine in discomfort when Jared pushed him back slightly.
"I thought you wanted to learn how to shoot," Jared said, clearly not pleased
by the thought that Jensen had changed his mind.
"I do!" Jensen said quickly, wishing Jared's grip would ease up but knowing
better than to ask for it. "But I...ouch....thought you'd teach me. Jay..."
The last came out a slow whimper because Jared's grip had tightened enough that
Jensen just knew he would have bruises to show for it. Jared's grip released,
his big hands spreading wide over the small of Jensen's back to pull him closer
again.
"Why me?" Jared asked, holding Jensen still but no longer hurting him.
"Because you're the best," Jensen said honestly.
Jensen knew the history of how Jared came to power in the city, knew how
ruthless he had been throughout the years and he knew that there would be no
one better than Jared to show him the ropes. After all, Jensen himself had been
a pawn in the game Jared was playing and even though he had turned out to be a
very valuable piece it also meant that Jensen had gotten a first hand view of
just how Jared used his power.
"Good answer," Jared said with a low chuckle. "We can start after dinner later.
But now? We have about fifteen minutes before we're at the restaurant...."
He didn't need to say more, didn't need to ask or demand before Jensen slid
down on his knees in front of Jared, padded floor soft against his knees and he
could feel the vibrations of the car travelling up his body from where he was
kneeling.
"I won't need fifteen minutes," Jensen said, surprised by his own bravado and
surprised by how easy it was to do whatever Jared expected of him, what Jensen
had started expecting of himself.
Jared put his leather case down on the railing surrounding the target area,
sliding the lid open and gazing at the gleaming guns inside, stroking his
fingers over cool metal. Behind him he could hear Jensen move closer, his feet
almost silent on the grass and when he looked back over his shoulder he wasn't
surprised to see that the boy was barefoot.
"Are you prepared?" Jared asked, looking down at the boy who stepped up next to
him.
Jensen swallowed thickly but it didn't take more than a moment before he nodded
and lifted one hand to push Jared's away from the guns and Jared couldn't help
but notice how very small Jensen's hand looked compared to even the smallest of
Jared's guns.
"Choose one," Jared said, not even needing to watch to know that Jensen's hand
hovered over the Beretta U22 Neos for a moment before he took the much smaller
Beretta Nano and put it down on the railing.
"Good choice, kiddo," Jared said with a nod, putting down a box of the right
ammo beside the gun and he heard Jensen shuffle closer, looking at what Jared
was doing. "This one will probably not be too hard of a recoil for you, at
least not once you get used to it but don't expect to hit anything the first
time around."
He slid the cartridge free and put the bullets in one by one, making sure that
Jensen had a clear view of his actions. He wanted to see just how much the boy
paid attention the first time around, needed to know how easy it would be to
make Jensen get even more used to guns than he already was.
"I might," Jensen mumbled quietly and Jared smirked at the odd mixture of
shyness and confidence that had been a part of Jensen from the beginning.
"As you see, we have a special kind of target practice here," Jared continued,
not showing that he had heard Jensen's words.
"What you..." Jensen started but he fell silent within a moment when Jared
pushed a button and the target slid forward along the rails in the ground,
coming to a stop right in front of them.
The bullseye was in place but instead of there just being a big one for Jensen
to aim for, there were two of them on the human silhouette that made out the
target, one painted where the man's heart would have been and one on his face.
It had always been how Jared liked to practice; he had never cared about
shooting cardboard after all, his bullets had always been meant for flesh and
so that was the way he did things.
"One thing you will quickly realize in my world," Jared said as he slid the
cartridge back into place and put the now loaded gun down on the railing. "Here
we shoot to kill, a bullet not drawing blood is a bullet wasted."
Jensen nodded but Jared could tell that it wasn't what the boy had expected and
that the very thought of shooting at human-shaped targets was getting to him
but even so Jensen reached out and wrapped his fingers around the gun,
hesitantly lifting it up.
"Just one moment, kiddo," Jared said, pushing the button to make the target
slide back to its original position before he reached for the ear plugs and
handed Jensen a pair. "Don't wanna deafen us, it's too much fun to hear you
moan for me."
"I don't..." Jensen started but then he shrugged and took the earplugs, turning
towards Jared, gun still in hand.
"Hey now," Jared said quickly, moving so he was still situated behind Jensen.
"The gun stays aimed forward, I don't want you shooting something, or someone,
I might need further on."
A blush crept up Jensen's cheeks and he quickly nodded, carefully putting the
gun down before he put the earplugs in, frowning slightly when they dampened
the sound around them. It always felt weird to put the earplugs in, words
muffled but Jared ignored that in favor of explaining the next moves to Jensen.
"Steady does the trick," he said, raising his voice to makes sure the boy heard
him. "Brace your left hand under the right to steady your aim. And mind the
recoil, it will push your hand back and up so try and be prepared for it."
Jensen nodded and Jared could tell that he was aiming for the heart rather than
the head.It was obvious that he was nervous though, his whole body trembling so
much that Jared could easily feel it where he was pressed up against Jensen's
back, Jensen's body feeling so small and fragile despite the two inches he had
gained since he first came to live with Jared.
"Don't rush it," Jared told Jensen, raising his voice to be heard through the
plugs. "Just aim, and stay relaxed and..."
The shot went off and even with earplugs it was loud, the recoil surprising the
boy as his arm went up and he half-stumbled back against Jared and there was no
doubt he had missed the target, probably by several feet. He felt Jensen sigh,
moving to pull away but Jared let his hands fall down to grip the boy's hisp,
holding him still and leaning down to press his lips against the shell of
Jensen's ear.
"Don't rush it," he said. "Right now, there's no rush, just keep taking deep
breaths and squeeze the trigger slow. If you try to rush it you'll lose your
aim. Hold it up a bit, you want to be able to look down the barrel to see the
target clearly. Got it?"
He felt a slow shifting in Jensen's body that he thought was Jensen swallowing
before he nodded and raised the gun again, taking deep breaths and Jared smiled
when he felt the trembling slowly fade away as Jensen relaxed, the gun stilling
and he smiled when Jensen squeezed down the trigger once more. The bullet hit
the human-shaped target, not close to where Jensen had most likely aimed and
Jensen's arm still moved too much but it was better than Jared would have
expected.
"I did it," Jensen said, barely audible through the earplugs and when he turned
around to face Jared the boy was grinning wide. "This is awesome!"
Jared could still remember the first time he himself had picked up a gun, the
annoyance of not being able to hit anything at all when he began and the thrill
of the gun doing what he wanted it to do. The pure power of realizing just what
he could accomplish with a few bullets put in the right body. It was a power
that he was sure Jensen would understand, Jared would show him just what his
world was truly all about.
"Again," Jared told Jensen. "And next time you'll get to load it, just mind the
barrel, it will be hot."
Jensen emptied cartridge after cartridge, actually hitting the targets more
often than Jared himself had the first time he had picked up a gun. But he
could tell from the frown on Jensen's face that the boy wasn't happy with the
progress, reaching for new bullets even though Jared knew that his arms must be
aching, the shake returning to them.
"That's enough," Jared said, reaching to take the gun from Jensen's hand.
"No," Jensen protested even as Jared removed his earplugs, frowning at the tone
of Jensen's voice."I can do better, I can!"
"I'm sure you can," Jared said when Jensen removed his own earplugs as well.
Jensen was a natural, Jared knew it already, was sure that the boy who had been
nothing but a prize to win would turn out an asset beyond anything Jared had
ever expected. Maybe it was that knowledge that spurred Jared's urge to claim,
or maybe it was the fact that he had spent so much time with Jensen pushed
against him time and time again. Jensen was tired, that much was obvious, but
he was also gorgeous, his eyes sparkling with the eagerness the gun had given
him and Jared wanted him, wanted to fuck the boy deep and hard with the smell
of the gun residue still heavy in the air.
He put away the still-hot gun, ignoring the bullets still left inside in favor
of sliding big hands up under Jensen's shirt, feeling smooth skin under his
fingers and he heard Jensen's breath hitch, the boy's hips pushing back against
Jared.
"Did you like it?" Jared asked.
"I'm not good at it," Jensen said with a sigh, head falling back against
Jared's shoulder.
"You will be," Jared reassured him, pulling back enough that he could pull
Jensen's t-shirt off. "You'll love the fucking power the first time you take
someone down.”
A thrill went down Jensen's spine at the words, his blood on fire in his veins
even as a heavy weight settled deep in his belly.
"Something's wrong with me," Jensen mumbled, more to himself than to Jared.
He knew it wasn’t right, knew that he shouldn't feel excited by the gun, by the
violence that was always just around the corner but he couldn't deny the fact
that his cock was hard, throbbing where his jeans were straining across his
groin.
"Maybe," Jared agreed, surprising Jensen. "That's why you're here, you crave
it, the danger and the violence, just as you crave this..."
Jared's pushed forward and Jensen moaned when he felt the hard line of Jared'
cock against the small of his back. Whatever he had been before Jared was gone
and the new Jensen was reduced to nothing but the need and want that had only
been raised even higher with the smell of warm metal and the feel of the gun in
his hand.
"Jared..." Jensen said, a pleading tone to his voice and he could feel the
twitch of Jared's cock.
"Brace yourself against the railing," Jared ordered and Jensen barely had time
to get a grip on it before Jared's hands were tugging at his jeans, getting
them open and pushing them down the curve of Jensen's ass. "Yeah, just like
that..."
Jared's hands felt huge on his body, sliding over Jensen's hips and then back
to curve over his ass, warm against Jensen's skin and Jensen trembled when he
felt Jared spreading him open before the man fell down to his knees and his
warm tongue trailed down Jensen's crack. Heat shot through Jensen, pleasure
coiling at the base of his spine and Jensen pushed himself back, desperate for
more and he groaned when he felt the tip of Jared's tongue circle his asshole,
tracing the rim without pushing inside.
"More, c'mon," Jensen pleaded, knowing full well that it would do him no good.
"Don't be too loud," Jared said, his breath hot against Jensen's ass. "Who
knows who might hear you and come looking?"
As always, the very thought of someone seeing Jensen like that, spread out for
Jared to claim in whatever way he wanted, was enough to make Jensen weak-legged
with want and an almost desperate need. Jared took his time however, tongue
licking over the furled muscle and Jensen could feel himself relax more and
more with each swipe and swirl of Jared's tongue and by the time the man
finally pushed the tip of his tongue inside Jensen was almost sobbing with how
good it felt. There was never any holding back with Jared, no matter if it was
violence or pleasure, the man always went all in and Jensen wasn't sure how he
would survive all that Jared gave him, the intensity of it all.
Jared's tongue pushed deep inside Jensen, tip of it catching on the rim and
Jensen cried out in pleasure when Jared slid a finger inside next to the wet
heat of his tongue, slowly working him open and Jensen knew what was in store
for him, was sure that Jared' fingers and tongue was all he would get before
the thick heat of Jared's cock would spread him open, spread Jensen wide until
it would be all he could think about. He was already close to that place, the
place where nothing mattered apart from the way Jared made his whole body come
alive and Jensen's cock throbbed as he felt Jared push a second finger inside,
working him open.
"Just like that," Jared said, pulling back with one last swipe of his tongue.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Bet you were hard from the second you picked up that
gun."
Jensen didn't even try to deny it, he knew that Jared wouldn't believe him if
he did. Instead he pushed back against Jared in a silent plea for more. What he
hadn't expected was for Jared to reach for the gun where it was resting mere
inches from Jensen, huge hand closing around the handle and pulling it closer.
A sharp gasp left Jensen when the metal of the barrel made contact with his
skin; the surface had cooled down but still the soft touch shot fire from his
arm and straight to his dick.
"What...oh...please..."
He didn't know if he was begging Jared to stop or to continue, but it was the
latter that happened as Jared dragged the gun up Jensen's naked arm, trailing
up until he reached the sensitive skin on Jensen's neck.
"How does it feel?" Jared asked. "How does it feel to have your life in my
hands? You left a few bullets in here, didn't you? All I have to do is pull the
trigger..."
Jensen trembled, but it wasn't in fear, all logic was gone and his thoughts
narrowed down to the feel of Jared pressed up against him and the gun moving
over his skin, the obvious danger making a thrill run down his spine. He felt
Jared's free hand move behind him and for a moment he wondered if Jared had
brought lube after all but instead he heard the rustle of fabric and he barely
had time to pull in a sharp breath before Jared's cock pressed inside him with
one rough slide.
"Fuck," Jared groaned but Jensen was beyond the capability of putting words
together, he just let out a whimpering sound as Jared pulled back out at the
same time as he let the gun move down Jensen' spine.
Jared's hand stilled, the gun slowly warming up by Jensen's body heat as Jared
started fucking him, sharp snaps of his hips without any time for Jensen to get
used to the burn of the penetration. With just spit slicking the way there was
no denying that there was pain, but it was almost drowned out by the violent
pleasure of having Jared inside him as well a the sharp awareness of the gun
against his back.
"If I wanted to, I could pull out of you now...slide this gun right inside, and
you'd let me, wouldn't you?"
The imagery of that was enough to have Jensen arch back against Jared, cock
leaking pre-come and his ass clenching down hard around Jared's cock. Sick as
it made him Jensen knew that he would do it if Jared wanted it, he would accept
the metal inside of him and even more so, he would love it. He wondered if he
would be able to come with Jared fucking him with a gun, the unyielding metal
so different from the hot length filling him up.
"So fucking dirty, baby," Jared practically growled.
He changed the angle and Jensen couldn't hold back the scream when the head of
Jared's cock slid over his prostate, he didn't care of anyone heard them. A
part of him really wanted them to see how good he was for Jared, how good Jared
made him feel.
Jared had thought he knew how good it could be, being with Jensen, but noting
they had done before could compare to the pure power of having Jensen spread
around his cock, pushing back against both Jared and the hard metal resting at
the base of his spine.
It was far from the first time Jensen had been confronted by the violence that
was Jared's life, but it was the first time it had found its way into their sex
life and he was surprised by what it seemed to do to the boy. Jensen was so
tight around him, velvety softness fluttering around his cock and Jared thought
he would never get enough of how fucking good it was to be inside Jensen.
"You would come from it, wouldn't you, baby?" Jared managed to get out, the
words heavy with lust as his hips snapped forward to bury himself inside Jensen
once more. "Come from a gun fucking inside you, hard metal instead of my cock."
Jensen threw his head back, spine curving perfectly and Jared let the gun move
up once more until it was pressed against the nape of Jensen's neck, his body
trembling with something Jared first thought was fear but when Jensen whined
and tried to push back he realized just how depraved his boy was. Jensen got
off on the gun just as much as he got off on Jared's cock moving inside him,
stretching the pink rim wide.
"Anything..." Jensen managed to get out, the word breathed out on a moan.
"Yeah," Jared groaned. "You'd let me do anything I want, fuck you however I
want"
A wordless moan left Jensen's lips and his ass clenched tight around Jared,
bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each hard thrust. The boy
twisted his head to the side, giving Jared a perfect view of his face, his red-
bitten lips an invitation and Jared was moving without really thinking about
it, letting the gun move up Jensen's neck and jaw until the metal brushed the
boy's mouth.
"Oh..."
The surprised little moan parted Jensen's lips and Jared was just about to pull
the gun back again when he realized that Jensen's tongue was dragging over the
barrel, brushing feather light kisses over skin-warmed metal, seemingly
unmindful of the fact that it was still loaded, Jared's finger close to the
trigger.
"Fucking hell," Jared cursed, hips snapping forward even harder.
With the image of Jensen so wanton and needy in front of him, there was no way
Jared could hold his orgasm back and he pressed the gun against Jensen's lips
as he came hard enough for his knees to go weak. What he hadn't expected was
for Jensen to cry out, his ass tightening even more around Jared's cock as the
boy came from Jared's cock filling him up and the hard metal against his
tongue. The pleasure was intense, fire in his veins as emptied himself inside
Jensen until he sagged forward, bracing himself against the banister and he
barely remembered to double check the safety before he pushed the gun away to
run his free hand down Jensen's sweat slicked side to wrap around his cock.
"Too much," Jensen whimpered, trying to get away but Jared's body held him in
place. "Please...I can't.."
Still riding the high of his orgasm, Jared rolled his hips forward lazily and
they both groaned when he shifted inside Jensen and he could feel his own come
trickling out.
"If I say you can....then you can," Jared said, dragging his teeth over
Jensen's neck. "You're not telling me no, are you?"
Jensen trembled slightly, inner walls fluttering around Jared's softening cock,
making it throb in an attempt to get fully hard again.
"Jared..." Jensen said, but he didn't say no.
"I'm gonna make you come for me again, work your cock until you spill again and
I know you can do it, even if you don't think you can."
He used Jensen's own come to slick the movement of his hand and Jared felt the
boy harden once more, the most delicious moans falling from his lips even
though Jared could tell that the sounds spoke of pain mixed with the pleasure.
Still buried inside Jensen, Jared moved his hips once more and he felt a full
body shiver run through Jensen, his cock twitching and pre-come leaking from
the slit.
"Yeah, just like that," Jared encouraged his boy. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"So good," Jensen breathed out. "Please..."
Tightening his grip on Jensen's cock he let his fingers slide up over the head
to gather the come still slicking the boy's cock and Jensen cried out when he
pressed against sensitive vein before moving down to brush over his sac,
feeling his balls pulling up tight against his body.
"Come for me, baby," Jared said, wrapping his fingers around Jensen's dick
again. "Just think of how turned on you were, the gun moving over your skin
and..."
He didn't get further before Jensen's body tensed up beneath his, ass almost
painfully hard around Jared's softening cock and he pulled out, focusing on
jerking Jensen through his second orgasm.
"No more," Jensen whined, struggling to get free. "Too much....fuck...fuck..."
One last stroke and Jared pulled back, looking down at Jensen's body where he
was collapsed over the banister and Jared looked from freckled skin to the gun
resting forgotten on the banister. Teaching Jensen to handle a gun was an
awesome idea, and if it ended with Jensen naked and fucked out it was even
better.
The thing that really got to him wasn't the sweat and come on Jensen's body
though, it was the fact that his young boy took to weapons as easily as
everything else in Jared's messed up life.
He still wasn't sure just how Jensen would turn out, but he really wanted to
find out.
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