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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Step-parents, Daddy_Kink,
      Pedophilia, Underage_Jared, Age_Difference, Size_Difference, Blow_Jobs,
      Comeplay, Facials, Infidelity, Community:_spn-masquerade
  Collections:
      SPN_Masquerade_Spring_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-27 Words: 1342
****** Baggage ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     He's not a bad husband.
Notes
     A masquerade fill for the prompt: J1 marries J2's mother just to get
     to her son. Him teaching the boy how to give a blowjob and then
     coming on his face is a plus. 12 or younger, please.
     PLEASE read the warnings. Jared is nine. There is nothing wholesome
     about this.
 
He's not a bad husband.

Two cars in the garage next to the tricked out lifting bench, Jensen takes care
of himself and does alright for his family.

"Aren't you lucky," all her friends say, eyes sliding up and down his Fit Past
Forty frame and sidling over to his wife's doe-eyed baggage.

Like he isn't here just for Jared.

Jared with his flat chest and his growth spurt hands, got a real nice pool Mr.
Ackles.

I hope you'll call me Dad one day.

Jared hadn't been the flower boy but Jensen had plucked everything else. Tried
to wait for double digits but Jensen can't exercise restraint in everything and
Jared's ahead of the growth curve any way.

He still fucks her, just enough to keep the questions tucked inside Juvederm
lips and a Soul Cycle heart. Comes inside her with his eyes closed, pumping
into too loose wetness, summoning the ghost of little boy insides tugging at
his cock until he can force it out.  Hates the waste but she doesn't raise an
eyebrow when he springs for a girls-week cruise.

Just the boys at home, hope you don't burn the house down honey.

You know your age means no in German.

Jared never says no.

"You're my good boy, aren't you?"

He pays a gardener to keep their front lawn looking community code pretty but
nothing blooms like Jared under praise.  Little lips sundew swollen, he tries
to smile around the cock in his secret place mouth.

"Good boy for Daddy."

No pictures, Jensen's not that stupid. He hoards memories the way she hoards
purses. Jared with eyes amber bright, glassy with effort, so eager to please.

"We're gonna practice, ok?"

Jared nods around his cock, barely a third of it in. Jared always gets E’s for
Effort on his private school report cards.

"Feels good when I put all of yours in my mouth, right Jared?"

He eases him off, chasing back a smear of precome to make that candy pink
shine. A quick kiss, he tastes like cock spit and Sprite.

"Gotta work on gettin' Daddy all the way in this pretty hole."

He strokes his thumb over a blood warm bottom lip.

"You want to make me feel good too, don't you sweetheart?"

The quid pro quo of a lost boy, his little prince flashing his pink parts on a
borrowed throne.

"Yes, Daddy."  Emphatic, big boy serious and sunflower open for him.

"I know you do."

The kindest smile, that's what all her friends say. Isn't Jared so lucky,
treats him like his own.

"Open up for Daddy."

Jared stretches his milk carton mouth wide, Jensen's to make his own.

The bump of a palate, don't worry honey, we'll get him braces if he needs them,
the scrape of teeth unpracticed and uncorrected because Jensen doesn't want a
cocksucker, not yet.

There's use for that but the first flush milk lisp on his cock should be
savored, saved for a lifetime of secret dreams.

He's getting so big, isn't he?

Little man, he likes that. Gotta help me take care of your mom, we'll do
something extra special for her when she gets back.

Boys can keep secrets between themselves.

He's not a hungry kid but there'd been no breakfast just in case. Push, push,
that's it darlin', breathe through your nose, try to act like you're swallowing
a big bite of birthday cake.

The tears in his eyes are from earnest effort. Some things are better coaxed
than stolen outright.

"You're doing so good, Jared."

A ragged breath, back in before he inches toward glory down Jared's swan boy
neck.

"We can get it all the way in your other hole, right?"

Jensen swipes the gag tears from a pinked cheek and nods, encouraging, Little
League coach of the year that he is.

"Mmhmm," Jared tries, cock garbled and tickling a salty kiss of precome out of
Jensen's dick.

He likes Jared's boy parts best but they can't hum for him.
 
She can suck a dick all night, showy Cosmo tricks he has to grin and bear. It’s
worse than his lonely lunch time hand but he can always call up the pin prick
suckle of Jared's little boy hole.

"If you get it all the way in I'll make you feel real good while I get that
other hole open."

Jensen's always generous, with the best toys and a ready smile and Jared's boy
milked orgasms quivering dry into his mouth.

"I'm so proud of you, Jared."

Children need a firm hand sometimes. He can coax and coddle but he can also
encourage. The head of his cock spears down into virgin darkness as Jared
kitten gags around him.

"Such a good boy for Daddy."

Sugarcane spit runs down his chin, little rivers merging with streams of tears
and God, even some snot doesn't keep Jared from swallowing furiously as his
little chest heaves.  Jared's artless puppy chokes pluck his strings out faster
than any nail salon magazine pointers ever will.

"My sweet boy, that's it, that's it, so good for Daddy."

Out with a pop and a rush of boy juice Jensen fists his throat swollen cock and
lands the first swipe of come onto Jared's buttermelt tongue. Button nose,
chubbed high cheeks, daddy long legs eyelashes, Jensen paints his golden boy
white.

"Daddy!"
 
His laugh is tinged hoarse but it still tinkles sweeter than any manicured lawn
or sports car or expensive thing that impresses her friends.  Jared is
priceless, worth every risk, every midnight trek down the hallway and diamond
apology on the breakfast table. 
 
“I know, it’s sticky, huh?”
 
Sharing secrets makes people love each other more.  Jensen adds Jared’s come
drip cherub face to his real hoard of riches before he tugs him onto his lap. 
 
“You were so good for Daddy, Jared.”
 
Jared’s always pliant and he lets Jensen fold his stunned body against his
chest without any struggle.  Jensen strokes up and down his thighs, sneaking
under his Superman board shorts to tickle at the sun blonde hairs above Jared’s
knees.
 
“It’s fun to kiss with it, too.”
 
Jared should always taste like this, little boy sweet and Daddy bitter in his
mouth.  Jensen drags his tongue over baby smooth cheeks, tasting himself and
kissing it back to his good boy.
 
“Next time you’re gonna swallow all of it for Daddy.”
 
Jared smacks his lips when he swallows and she gets on his case about it. 
Jensen kisses the plump heart of his lips and pulls off extra loud for an extra
giggle and squirm in his lap.  He wraps Jared’s featherweight up in his arms,
savoring it on top of him, free from prying eyes for another blessed five days.
 
“Yeah, you’re gonna swallow all of Daddy’s come in both holes.”
 
Jared’s mostly cleaned up and a few streaks drying on his face only make it
better.  Jensen pulls him in for another kiss and skates his hand down the back
of Jared’s trunks, over the twin dimples above his butt and down to the soft
furl of his hole.
 
“Think I’m gonna kiss it out of this hole, too.”
 
Jensen circles his finger around his little heaven, the tucked in bonus on his
mortgage payment.  He’s got four more days to fuck that hole all he wants.  He
doesn’t have much restraint when it comes to Jared but he can at least wait
until after lunch.
 
“What do you say, little man, let’s order some pizza.”
 
They’re both going to need their energy.  Jensen’s been looking forward to this
for a long time.
 
“Hey, Jared?”
 
He chucks under Jared’s chin, grinning extra wide at the sticky spot running
down to his neck.
 
“I love you.”
 
Jared’s dimples fold in to beam up at him.  Jensen would burn everything to the
ground for those dimples.  Thankfully all he needs to do is stay married and
keep being a good family man.
 
“Love you too, Daddy.”
 
Jensen’s not a bad husband but he’s the best Daddy.
 
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s gloved palm.
“Great, it’s covered in your ass juice, Morty.” He deposited it listlessly into
the sink with the other two, turning the tap on. “Jesus, that smells like
liquid fart.”
“W-what else did you think was gonna happen?” he said, indignantly, as he got
up to his elbows. He let his foot slip back down to the floor. “It was up my
butt for three hours, Rick!”
He went to stand, pull himself away from the counter, but was faced with a
different problem. He’d gotten hard at the end of it. Flushing, he kept his
hips pinned against the cupboard. “Can you get out already!?" Morty whined.
"Adventure over, you have your— your big ass balls or whatever, so get out!”
Rick raised his brow, stripping his glove off from the wrist. His eyes dipped
down to Morty’s crotch, and he chuckled. “Hey, don’t say I was never there for
you on your journey of adolescent self-discovery, Morty.” His eyes didn’t move
away. Rick’s tongue darted out, swiping the spittle on his lower lip. “Show
me.”
“Jeez, Rick, is that really nece—”
“It’s extremely ’nece’. If those hallestrian orbs were far enough into your
intestinal tract they might’ve started to dissolve inside you. Any physical
anomaly could indicate an early onset reaction of your nervous system failing,
right before your organs start to shut down.”
He practically leapt away from the counter, staring in horror down at his
erection. “Seriously!? Oh shit! Rick, does my dick look okay!? Tell me it’s not
gonna fall off!”
No matter how hard he willed it, he wasn’t getting any less hard. Sometimes
when him and Rick would get into scary situations he would get a hard-on, sure,
but this was an entirely different situation. Oh, God, maybe he was really
about to die.
“Rick, what do I do!?”
“You gotta—” Rick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at him.
“Morty, you gotta jack it.”
“I have to what!?”
“Jack yourself off, Morty.”
It sounded urgent. Hesitantly, Morty’s hand went to his dick, and he shyly
turned away. “Don’t watch me!”
“God, why would I want to watch you fondle your tiny weiner, you idiot? I’m
just here to make sure you don’t, I don’t know, turn fuschia and start to rot
from the inside out.”
Planting one hand on the counter, he angled his body away from Rick. There
wasn’t enough space in the tiny upstairs bathroom for him to be completely
obscured. His dick was still obnoxiously hard in his hand as he started to
stroke himself, but he was too aware of Rick’s heavy breathing behind his back.
Closing his eyes, he attempted to force his mind to focus on something less
scary than the potential imminent pinkening and subsequent decaying of his skin
and organs. Jessica’s face, her boobs, manifested in his mind’s eye as it often
did. He started to move his hand, still slick with the lubricant Rick had given
him ages ago for easier insertion. It did feel good, but he couldn’t let go the
way he usually did, not with his grandpa standing a foot away from him.
His dick was still hard and aching in his palm. There had to be something wrong
with him.
“Jeez, Rick, this is— this isn’t working!”
“What’s the matter, little buddy?” He sounded closer. Morty turning his head to
find Rick standing next to him against the counter. Rick reached to touch his
shoulder through his t-shirt, and he flinched reflexively, even if the touch
was somewhat soothing. He realized all of a sudden how hot he felt. “Jeez,
you’re really— you’re burning up, Morty.”
“Aw, man,” he mumbled, turning to his grandpa for reassurance. “Am I gonna
die?”
Rick looked at him very seriously. “Everyone dies, Morty.”
He let out a low whine, his hand dropping away from his cock, which was
apparently overjoyed at the knowledge of his soon-to-be demise. He sure felt
like he was dying.
He didn’t expect Rick grabbing his wrist, pushing his hand back towards
himself. “Don’t stop, Morty. Come on, buddy, Grandpa— Grandpa’s gonna
he—eeeul—lp you.”
Sniffling, Morty started touching himself. He jumped a little when Rick’s hand
pressed at his back, bending him over the counter once more. He glanced
upwards, catching himself in the mirror, his weepy expression disgusting him.
Putting his forehead down, he breathed uneasily, feeling his grandfather’s
hands part his ass. “W-what, do you think there’s s-something left inside?”
Rick didn’t answer him. Instead, the pad of a finger rubbed at his swollen
hole, before pressing inward. He wasn’t wearing a glove, this time. Every time
they’d ever done this, Rick had worn a glove. The sensation of skin made Morty
pant. He must’ve been worried if he’d just gone in bare like that.
“Rick, is it—”
“Morty, shut the fuck up. Touch— touch yourself.”
He whined high in his throat, pushing his forehead into the counter until it
felt like it was going to bruise. Rick had worked a second finger into him, and
was just moving them in and out, curling them upward inside of him. He hoped
whatever it was left inside of him, he could get it out, before it was too
late. He didn’t want to go out like this. What would Mom and Dad think? They'd
probably disown him.
The squelch of Rick’s hand against his insides was so audible in the tiny
bathroom, like it was echoing against the walls, the sound of his own hand
moving almost deafening. He could still hear Rick’s breathing, how ragged it
was, and he focused on it before his mind started to white out. He felt so
full, Rick’s fingers pressing against something inside of him that set his
nerves off. It felt so fucking good.
Morty’s hand started to stutter, his senses overwhelmed. “Rick, I— I can’t—”
Rick’s other hand took over for him, curling around his cock. Rick’s body
pressed against his back, his breath hot against his neck. “It’s okay, baby,
Grandpa’s— Grandpa’s got you.”
He felt so safe in his grandpa's hands. His shoulders pulled up tight and he
clenched his teeth, his leg muscles spasming as Rick drove his fingers deep
inside of him. The hand on his cock moved just the way he liked, the grip
stronger and steady. It didn’t take much for him to hit his peak, crying out as
he curled his fingers into the counter with the force of his completion.
Sweating, Morty collapsed against the counter, his own arms pinned beneath him.
Rick’s hand left his cock, but the one inside of him stayed, unmoving. He
expected him to pull away, or mock him. He couldn’t hear Rick’s breathing
anymore, his grandpa standing completely still behind him.
“D-does this mean I’m not gonna die?” Morty mumbled, after a moment.
Rick didn’t answer him.
He lifted his head. “Rick?”
Morty made a small sound as Rick slipped his fingers out of his body. He sagged
against the counter, his knees giving out beneath him. Distantly, he heard the
sink running beside his head, the scent of the lavender hand soap Mom liked
permeating his senses.
He forced himself up to his palms, feeling Rick’s hand on his sweaty back over
his shirt. It was gone in a second, before he heard the sound of the shower
turning on behind him. “Get in, Morty.”
“I’m— I’m gonna be okay, right?” He glanced at himself in the mirror. He seemed
to look okay, no more pink than usual, if a little flushed.
“Yeah, Morty, you’re gonna be fine,” said Rick, his voice gone strange and
rough. “Don’t— don’t worry about it. Everything’s gonna be just fine,
everything’s— everything's normal.”
Rick pulled at him, and Morty let himself be moved, lifting his arms when
prompted for his shirt. Rick undressed him like a little kid, before nudging
him into the shower stall. He felt all nice and floaty, having permission not
to think about what he was doing, what was happening to him. Rick pulled the
curtain closed, obscuring himself from view. He didn’t spend more than a moment
gathering the orbs, before he was slipping out the door, leaving Morty by
himself.
Well, that was a little disappointing. He liked these moments having Rick all
to himself. He’d never had a friendship like that before.
“S-see you downstairs,” Morty mumbled, to no one in particular. “I guess.”
Trying to crush the weird dejected feeling, he stuck his head under the spray.
The hot water felt good on his muscles, and he was that satisfying kind of
tired, in the way he always was after an adventure or a particularly good
jerkoff session. Both of those things had happened, after all.
Standing there in his own thoughts, he started to feel a little weird and
embarrassed. He’d jizzed all over the counter, for Pete’s sake, and Rick had
watched— had helped. At least his dick hadn’t fallen off. His grandpa was just
taking care of him, they were family, it was nothing he hadn’t already seen
anyway.
He’d cleaned up the bathroom, changed into a loose shirt and shorts before
heading downstairs. He felt refreshed, standing tall, as he padded into the
living room. Rick was sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his flask in one
hand, his head in the other as he hid his face between his parted fingers.
Morty rounded to his side of the couch, throwing himself onto the cushions. “P-
p-pretty good adventuring today, huh, Rick.”
His hand slipped down his face, Rick scratching the side of his nose with his
thumb as he drew in a sharp breath. “Yeah, Morty, it was real— it was good.”
“You— you wanna watch TV with me?” He reached to the coffee table for the
remote, turning it on. “H-hey, new episode of Ball Fondlers! Your favorite,
Rick.”
He heard the sound of the front door open and shut, Mom and Dad coming inside,
arguing loudly as they went into the kitchen. Rick didn’t seem to react, even
when Summer came into the living room, texting, as she took her usual spot in
the armchair off to the side.
It was good, having everyone together. He scooted closer to Rick, leaning his
head against his grandpa’s side with a sigh of contentment. He knew he was too
old to cuddle like this, like a child, but it felt nice. When Rick’s arm came
around his shoulders, holding him in close, he knew that things were going to
be all right.
End Notes
     sorry 2 mortys asshole and general life. i binged the comics this
     weekend and enjoyed the frequent references 2 morty being a human
     backpack way too much
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