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      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Colin_Ford/Brock_Kelly, Jensen_Ackles/
      Harley, Colin_Ford/Harley, Colin_Ford/Brock_Kelly/Harley
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      Knotting, Rimming, First_Time, Anal_Gaping, Bottom_Jensen, Bottom_Colin,
      Top_Jared, Top_Brock, Porn_Watching, Spitroasting, Community:_spn-
      masquerade
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      Published: 2016-03-27 Words: 2596
****** Warmblooded ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     Jensen can remember watching doggy porn with the same look on his
     face when he was a teenager.
Notes
     A masquerade fill for the prompt: Brock and Colin watch Jared and
     Jensen "playing" with Harley. They want in.
     Brock and Colin are teenagers. Apparently I write dog sex now,
     welcome to my new wing of special hell?
 
“See, Colin, it’s not that scary.”
 
Jensen nods at their television screen, leaning back against Jared’s warm
chest.  The two kids perch on the other end of the couch, hands laced together
like they have been since they got out of the bar.
 
“Yeah, we got Harley here trained really well.”
 
Jared scritches behind Harley’s ear, getting him a satisfied wag of tongue. 
Harley is a good boy, after all.
 
“He, uh, he’s really big.”
 
The older one, Brock, tears his eyes away from the screen to half-smile at
their dog.  Harley’s a big boy but it’s not his happy muzzle that has both
boys’ eyes saucering.
 
“Oh, this is my favorite part.”
 
Jensen points at the screen and leans back, cupping a subtle hand over his
dick.  They’re all fucking hard, how could they not be.
 
They’re watching Jensen get fucked by a dog.
 
“Feels so good, Colin.”
 
Jensen sighs, smiling down at the little blond kid.  His eyes are glued to the
screen, mouth hanging open as Jensen moans and fucks back against Harley’s huge
dick. 
 
Jensen can remember watching doggy porn with the same look on his face when he
was a teenager.
 
“Look, he’s gonna make me come.”
 
This really is Jensen’s favorite part, when that fat knot fucks the orgasm
right out of him.  Jared mumbles “Holy shit” offscreen as Jensen shoots a
puddle onto their old carpeting.
 
They’d remodeled for hardwood since then.
 
“Wow.”
 
Brock shifts, clearly uncomfortable with what looks like a promising dick
bulging out of his mall brand jeans.  They both look like bridge and tunnel,
kids from the suburbs in over their heads.
 
“It’s so much hotter in person, Brock.”
 
Jared’s clearly taken the fledgling top under his wing. 
 
“See it up close, hear him moan like that.”
 
Jared licks his lips, as gorgeous as he was ten years ago when Jensen found him
and an oversize puppy on Craigslist.
 
“Use his mouth while he’s giving it up for that big doggy dick.”
 
“Shit,” Brock whispers, and yeah, Jensen gets the sentiment. 
 
“You want to see it?”
 
With one last glance at Jared, Jensen slips onto the floor and pats Harley over
to his side.  He trots over, tongue out happy like he knows the good stuff’s
coming.  Jared swears Harley loves seeing himself on screen.
 
He rolls Harley onto his back, scratching at his belly.  The Harley on screen
pants for breath over his back, paws holding fast to Jensen’s waist as he
jackhammers into him. 
 
“Um,” Colin swallows, looking at his boyfriend or whatever Brock is to him.
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Yeah,” Brock agrees, more sure of himself as he scoots onto the floor and
takes Colin with him.  Jared gives him a knowing smile.
 
Harley’s tongue lolls out happily as Jensen scratches further and further down
his belly.  The lipstick tip of his cock starts to poke out of his sheath
before Jensen even touches it, mostly reflex at this point.  Harley’s been
studding since his paws were too big for him to walk in one straight line.
 
“I know it doesn’t look that big now, but it gets a lot bigger when it’s inside
you.”
 
He wraps a sure hand around Harley’s dick, murmuring Good Boy at what Jared
calls his furry boyfriend.
 
“And he fucks hard.”
 
Jared’s at his back, all four of them down off the couch now. 
 
“You want to touch it, Colin?”
 
Jensen asks softly, scared of setting the kid off too soon.  He teases more of
Harley’s dick out, long soft strokes that’ll get him hard but still keep him on
his back.
 
Of course Colin wants to touch it.  Colin had responded to one of their subtly
worded recon ads, a “college student” the way Jensen’s a nun and Jared’s an
archangel.  He had a big vocabulary, though, and after a dozen increasingly
pornographic emails and PG pic exchanges they’d met for drinks at a bar around
the corner from their apartment.  Jared had paid the bartender enough to look
away when two fresh-faced maybe high school sophomores had staggered in with
bad fake id’s and worse acne.
 
He’d smiled sweetly while Jared had gripped his ass under the table and
whispered Jackpot.
 
Jensen strokes his dog’s fattening dick and shoots the same sweet smile at both
boys.
 
“He’d like it, wouldn’t you, boy?”
 
Harley wiggles a little at his endearment, and Jensen would swear the bastard’s
flirting.  Not like Jensen blames him.
 
Jensen’ll take getting fucked over just about anything but even he wouldn’t
object to getting his dick buried in that adorable little ass.  The night’s
still young.
 
Colin crawls over, lips pressed together in determination as he reaches out and
places his hand just above Jensen’s.  Got him.
 
“He likes you.”
 
Jensen slides his hand up, closing it over Colin’s so the kid’s bare palm can
slide over Harley’s dick.
 
“It’s so smooth.”
 
“You felt a lot of cocks, Colin?”
 
Jared shifts his own, and Jensen can tell it’s killing him to keep his pants
on.  Harley’s the only one with his dick out and that’s gonna have to change
soon.
 
“We went to a gang bang in LIC last weekend.”  Brock snugs himself against
Colin’s back, a little protective, a little showy.  A baby top just like Jared
had been when Jensen had met him.
 
“Colin fucked six guys.”
 
That gets a surprised huff from Jensen and Jared.  The internet is a fucking
miracle.
 
“We’re going to the wrong parties,” Jensen jokes, arching an eyebrow at Colin’s
pretty blush.  Nothing wrong with being a slut for cock, he’d learn it soon
enough.
 
“You like watching him, Brock?”
 
Jared’s stroking over his cock through his jeans, up on his knees so there’s no
mistaking what he’s doing.  Brock mirrors him, letting his own hand grind
against his crotch.
 
“Fuck, yeah.”
 
“You get in there, fuck his face while someone used his ass?”
 
Colin’s stroking Harley’s dick faster now, his own hard-on pressing clearly
through his jeans.
 
“I don’t even remember which end he used first,” Colin sighs, eyes floating
away a little. 
 
“That’s so fucking hot.”
 
Jared’s belt buckle jingles.
 
“You should show Harley that sweet little hole, Colin.”
 
It’s a gamble but Jared’s always been good at playing the odds.  Brock’s hands
are on Colin’s fly immediately, getting a sweet sized little dick out and
shoving his pants down his thighs.  Brock’s follow right after.
 
It’s too much noise for Harley.  He lurches to his feet, still hard and
drooling.  Colin’s eyes fly wide again as he backs up into Brock, suddenly
skittish when faced with Harley’s height.
 
“C’mere, Harley.”
 
Jensen keeps his eyes on Colin as he shucks his own pants, letting his cock
snap against his stomach.  Harley noses at his familiar scent, insistent but
waiting for Jared’s handling.  He’s such a good boy.
 
“You like getting rimmed, Colin?”
 
Jensen raises his eyebrows, just for Colin, bottom to bottom because there’s no
possible way Colin hasn’t thought about getting that long tongue up inside
him.  He doesn’t wait for an answer, just reaches back to spread himself open
for Harley’s sweet mouth as Jared and Brock groan.
 
Harley goes right for Jensen’s hole, licking into him with a persistence and
precision that had taken years of peanut butter and positive reinforcement to
get. 
 
“Feels so fucking good,” Jensen moans, and it’s the God’s honest truth.  It’s
different than Jared’s mouth on him, wetter, sloppier, dirtier and all the
other things Jensen loves.
 
“Jesus Christ.”  Brock knee walks over for a better view, his cock flushed in
his hand.
 
“Let him taste you, Colin.”
 
Jared’s got the honey drawl out, the one that could talk a whore into church
and the panties off a saint.  Colin takes to his hands and knees, head ducked
down a little until Jared’s big hand hovers over his ass.
 
“You mind if I touch you?”
 
“It’s fine,” Brock answers over Colin’s little nod.  This kid’s gonna make a
lot of men happy in his time.
 
“Harley,” Jared snaps, what Jensen calls His Master’s Voice. If Jensen’s the
happy bitch in this house, Jared’s the leader of the pack.  He palms Colin’s
ass open, a clear invitation for Harley who dives in with no further commands
needed.
 
Jensen’s not the noisiest guy in bed, even with the crazy shit he and Jared get
up to.  Jared talks enough for six people most of the time so it’s never a
skill he picked up. 
 
Colin’s the noisiest fucking thing he’s ever heard and he doesn’t even have a
dick inside him.
 
“Oh, oh my, oh my God oh my God, fuck, Brock, he’s, fuck,” he babbles, every
inch of him shaking.
 
“Fucking hot, right?”
 
Jared licks his lips at Brock’s spellbound stare.
 
“Can’t let Harley fuck him straight away.”
 
He makes sure he has Brock’s attention, as hard as it is to tear away from
Colin moaning like a whore on the end of Harley’s snout.
 
“You have to fuck him open first.”
 
He grabs Harley’s scruff loosely, pulling him back with a line of doggy drool
painting his jowls. 
 
“I have, OK, yeah.”
 
Brock swallows, his nerves doing nothing to quell his fat-headed high school
hard-on as he settles in behind Colin.
 
Jensen grabs a bottle of lube from beside the couch and has it waiting for
Brock’s shaky hand.
 
“Open him up good on your cock.”
 
Brock barely preps Colin, two fingers straight in and this isn’t the first time
they’ve done this.  He feeds his cock into Colin’s hole with the easy give of
some old Chelsea queen, working up to fuck him hard before Jensen can even
sneak a sip of water.
 
Millennials, Jesus.
 
“Wanna fuck you once Harley’s in.”
 
Jared keeps his grip on Harley’s neck as his other hand snakes around Jensen’s
waist, tugging him closer.
 
“If you don’t you’re sleeping on the couch for a month.”
 
Jared presses a quick kiss to his shoulder before he clears his throat.
 
“Think you’re ready, Colin?”
 
“Yes, fuck, please.”
 
Colin’s voice is reedy and desperate.  Jensen swore he wouldn’t get jealous but
it’s not really that, more like nostalgia for his first time.
 
Colin’s gonna love hanging off a knot.
 
“Let me line him up.”
 
Jared guides Harley over, not that he needs much help.  Harley knows an open
hole when he sees one, hips jutting forward as he mounts up and searches out
for his bitch.
 
“You ready?”
 
Jensen runs a hand along Colin’s side, testing for any last-minute panic and
finding none. 
 
“Want his dick in me, please.”
 
They’d said no cameras and Jensen had respected that but maybe with time he
could talk them into adding to their home movie collection.
 
“Fuck this pretty little bitch good, Harley.”
 
Jared fists his dog’s cock and guides it home, skating the tapered head over
Colin’s hole until it sinks in with one sharp thrust.  Colin yelps, his dick
jumping along with every other inch of him. 
 
“Yeah, fuck him good.”
 
Brock staggers like he’s drunk, possibly from the generous cocktails they’d all
warmed up with but more likely from the intoxicating sight of Colin’s slender
little body shaking under Harley’s huge frame.  His paws wrap around Colin’s
thin chest, crossing in the front for leverage as he pistons his dick in and
out. 
 
Jensen gets a good view of a few flashes of hot red doggy dick spearing in
before Jared pushes him roughly to all fours.  Finally.
 
“Take it like a natural, Colin.”
 
Jared’s fat fingers sink lube warm into him, not that he needs much prep. 
They’d fucked before going out, let Harley watch to make sure he was good and
excited for their new guests, and Jensen’s still got some warm slip inside
him. 
 
“Fuck his face, Brock.”
 
“Bossy,” Jensen mutters under his breath, unable to resist.  The kid doesn’t
seem to mind, though, snapping to at Jared’s command and hustling over to
Colin’s waiting mouth. 
 
“Looks good, doesn’t he, Jen?”
 
Jared’s cock sinks in hot and familiar, stretching him just right as his own
cock starts to drip its appreciation onto the easier to clean floors.  Jared’s
never soft with him but his first thrust knocks the answer out of Jensen.
 
“Yeah, like getting fucked from both ends like a good little bitch, Colin?”
 
Jensen tears his eyes away from Colin’s cock arched ass and looks up at Brock,
smiling.  The kid could learn a lot from Jared’s mouth alone.
 
“Harley fucking you good, boy?”
 
Colin sputters around the relentless cock in his mouth, earning a soft laugh
from all three of them.  It fades out quick into the wet patter of skin on skin
and animal grunts, loudest noise of all the wet slap of Harley’s swelling dick
into his brand new breeder.
 
“Think he’s gonna blow his load, Colin.”
 
Jensen’s voice sounds wrecked and his dog’s not the only one about to cream
himself. 
 
“Can you feel his knot?”
 
Brock pulls Colin off his dick, barely letting him get a breath in before he
shakes an answer out of him.
 
“Y-yes, feel it, fuck, feel it getting bigger.”
 
“Just push open for him, Colin, you can take it.”
 
Jared slams his dick home into Jensen and keeps it there, a tell tale sign that
he’s holding himself off. 
 
Harley comes first, they’re good parents like that.
 
Jensen thanks his lucky stars that the neighbors are in the Hamptons this
weekend.  Colin wails, mouth open wide and his whole body shaking as his cock
pumps untouched onto the floor.  Brock cuts him off, shoving his cock back into
Colin’s mouth until he’s gurgling wet at both ends and that’s enough holding
off.
 
Jensen barely has to stroke himself before he’s shooting his own load with
Jared tripping right after, fucking him doggy rough for three good thrusts
before he creams Jensen’s ass with a satisfied growl.  Jared really is the next
best thing to getting dog-fucked.
 
“He’s, fuck, he’s gonna turn.”
 
Harley hauls off and goes ass to ass with Colin, huffing a long satisfied
breath that’s so human even Brock laughs.
 
“He’s still, God, he’s still coming.”
 
“No shit, kid.”
 
Jared grins at the clear puddle pooling under Colin’s ass, too much come and no
matter how tight his ass is, Colin can’t form a real tie.  Lines of clear dog
jizz streak his thighs, running out with each pump of Harley’s lovingly
maintained balls.
 
“He’ll slip out if you move.”
 
Jensen is entirely unsurprised when Colin stays stock still.  His breathing
settles down as he turns his cheek so they can all see the smile on his face.
 
“That was so good.”
 
He’s slurring a little, like he needs a dick back in his mouth.
 
“Told you.”
 
Jensen winces as he pulls away from Jared’s cock.  He hands water bottles to
Brock and Jared, mother henning even when his ass is leaking everywhere.  He
sets one in front of Colin and brushes a sweaty lock of hair off his forehead.
 
“You wanna watch me go next with Harley, Colin?”
 
Colin’s eyes light up as he nods.
 
“You should let Brock see what fucking that used hole feels like.”
 
Harley grouses and slips out right on time, leaving a fat trail of jizz in his
wake.  Colin’s asshole gapes, shiny and sloppy and pink to the inside. 
 
They are definitely filming this next time.
 
“You wanna use his mouth, Jared?”
 
Brock’s cock is already getting hard again, bless his high school heart.  They
can wait for him and Jared to catch up. 
 
After all, the night’s still young.
 
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