Inheritance, Chapter 11 (Jensen/Danneel/Jared, NC-17, WIP)
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Woohoo, Jensen, Danneel and Jared finally make it to their wedding night.
Title: Inheritance (Chapter 11/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Danneel/Jared, Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Danneel/Jared, Jared/OMCs, Jensen/OMCs, Osric Chau/Genevieve Cortese
Description: In a world where environmental disaster had created genetic abnormalities and mass infertility, Jensen and Danneel lived a modest life with no desire to have children by the only means available to them - a government allotted fertile breeder. When playboy millionaire Miles Padalecki died, Jensen and his wife Danneel were shocked to discover that they were named as heirs to the Padalecki mansion and most of his fortune. Nothing comes without a price though and they must decide whether it was worth harboring the dangerous secrets that were Miles's legacy.
Warnings: kid!fic, dystopia, het, slash, polyamory, self harm, past incest, graphic violence, dub- con, non-con, MPreg
Beta: Thanks go to fufaraw for making this better and being incredibly patient with my slow, slow progress. All mistakes are my own. This chapter's edits have been lost and redone too many times, so I am sure there will be typos lurking.
Disclaimer:This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
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Chapter 11
“Scoot over,” Danneel plopped herself down by Jensen’s side.
“Ssh,” Jensen pointed at the television.
She stole a potato chip from his packet and crunched it loudly. “Milly’s asleep. Jared says he’ll be down soon.
“It’s the big reveal,” moaned Jensen.
She grabbed the remote and clicked the television off, “You never watch cop shows, so why are you hiding in the snug watching Castle on our wedding night?”
“Technically it’s about a writer...,”
“Ah, ah, no.” She cut off his excuses and waited. Jensen didn’t find it easy to talk about his emotions but she could usually wheedle it from him.
“Is this about the kiss? It was hot. I’m not jealous.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s everything. Jared is going through with this. You are great together. We are great together and now you’re acting like it's some hardship for you.”
“Don’t you think it’s cold?”
“Cold? We have heating.”
“No. It’s heartless. Jared is doing it because he has to and so are we. We barely know him and everything about it is so…engineered.”
“Okay, you and Jared click, anyone can see it. The kiss earlier - that was not engineered, and the feelings I have aren’t engineered. You’ve had one night stands that didn’t bother you. You couldn’t even remember what they looked like in the morning. Jared is hot, he wants to, and we like him. How is it wrong?”
Jensen let out something between a growl and a whimper, “Well it’s all right for you. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Excuse me?” She crossed her arms and glared at him, offended and exasperated.
“Not like that!” He spread his hands in apology and turned pleading eyes on her, “That didn’t come out how I meant.”
She tapped her foot impatiently and then suddenly she thought she understood. She bit back a laugh.
“You’ve got stage fright!”
He spread his hands in a gesture of frustration. “Well, what if I can’t? I’m the only one who has to perform.”
She stood and straddled his lap, settled on his thighs and grabbed a handful of his short hair. “Ssh!” She dipped down and pressed her lips against his, dominant and demanding. He opened up for her and she kissed him, tasting everything that Jared had tasted earlier, but with a confidence and knowledge that had her plundering his mouth while she ground down against his groin. He whimpered and matched the rhythm. Red hair tickled his nose her lacy dress scraped against his face. He let his fingers skate over her skin, searching out the pressure points that he knew so well. Her body melted into his, comfortable against his familiar shape, and she came up for air with a suck of his bottom lip and a series of kisses from his jaw down to his Adam’s apple.
There was a flush rising in his cheeks. “Stop thinking with your upstairs brain,” she grinned. “Besides, nobody has to do anything today, but it might be fun to play.”
“I’m good to watch.” Jared’s comment came from behind them, and they jumped.
“Should I have knocked?” he asked.
“Not at all.” Danneel’s gaze raked over Jared’s body. He had showered and dressed in cotton PJ trousers but his chest was bare and his hair tousled damp around his face. He worked out, that much had always been obvious, but the reality was better than she had imagined. Miles of toned, golden skin contrasted with a few dark moles, and while a lengthy scar marred his stomach, it didn’t detract from the abs above it. He held his arms awkwardly around his body, where gauze hid recent injuries from her view but there were tell-tale lines as far as his shoulder, stacked straight in purple, pink and silver. She wanted to erase them, imagined licking them clean off and wondered how he would taste. She unconsciously licked her lips.
Jensen shifted beneath her, and his tongue poked out to swipe his own lips. His u-turn was instant and his eyes were wide as he joined Danneel in admiring the view. “You can join us if you like,” his voice rasped a little.
Jared’s reply was smooth and deep. “I like.” He walked with an exaggerated sway of his hips until he was behind Danneel and his hands rested on her shoulders, his fingers sliding under the fabric of her dress to smooth the curve of them. His moves were calculated to be sexy and Danneel had no doubt he’d used them before.
“You kept the dress on, it looks fantastic on you,” Jared commented, tracing a fingertip down the line of her zipper where it hugged her spine.
It gave her goosebumps.
“Of course I wore it. Do you know how much it cost? I am not one of those women who would only wear something once for a dinner date,” Danneel joked.
“You could, but I’m glad you didn’t because you fill it perfectly.” Jared unclipped the pearl button above the zip. He bent his head to nuzzle her neck, “And yet I’m betting that Jensen wants to me to undress you,” his breath was hot on her ear, “I know I want to.”
***There was an eighteen carat gold pen on the games table and a notebook encased in fine leather. It had been the plan, Jared thought to, to make lists, talk kinks, decide on a time and a place and positions. Words could wait when Jared had walked in on a private show that made his pulse drum and his blood sing. What were words when he hadn’t had touch and breath and heat for so long?
He met Jensen’s gaze as Danneel’s zipper opened to reveal flawless flesh. Maybe Jared had wanted to see a spark of envy or to provoke some discomfort but Jensen stared back with confident expectation, eager for him to continue. Jared unclasped Danneel’s bra with steady fingers and smoothed the straps over her shoulders with her dress, exposing the neat swell of her breasts tantalizing slowly. She rocked back on Jensen’s thighs, to rest her head against his stomach, and her hair was warm and soft against his skin. He reached around her to cup her tits in his hands, letting his thumbs smooth over her nipples offering them up to Jensen’s view. Danneel gasped, and he couldn’t see her face but he saw the moment when Jensen’s attention snapped from him to her.
Jared crowded up against her back, to lean forward over her head, letting the growing bulge in his pants press against her. He lifted his right hand to take Jensen’s hand and place it with his on the swell of Danneel’s tit, and then kissed him from his forehead, down his nose and met his mouth to claim a kiss that was deep and lingering.
Danneel rocked between them while her slender fingers unbuttoned Jensen’s shirt. He mmphed and moaned as the sleeves got stuck awkwardly on his wrists for a moment, yet his lips continued to mash against Jared’s.
It wasn’t a comfortable way to kiss. Jared broke off, stood up and licked his lips. Danneel’s mouth took his place on Jensen’s almost immediately and the passion between them was naturally effortless. Jensen reached a hand to Jared, to pull him onto the couch by his side, but Jared resisted. He folded himself to his knees beside them and watched, and as they lost themselves in each other he wondered how he would ever fit in. He reached out to touch the soft hair of Jensen’s bare chest, startling Jensen into open-eyed shock for a moment and Jared pulled away, with bitten lip and apologies.
Jensen apologized too, “Sorry, come back.”
He didn’t, preferring instead to explore the curves of Danneel’s body. She shuffled her short dress onto her midriff and he bunched it in large hands and quickly eased it up back up over her tits and her head and flung it to the floor, revealing so much more of her flesh. Her ass was round and satisfying in sleek silk panties and her hips were full and contoured in a way that no man’s were, not even his own.
Jared took the opportunity to admire her. It seemed an eternity since he had been with a woman, and it had only happened twice. He didn’t know what his sexuality was exactly. He’d never had options. He was a man with a woman’s purpose, which made him hardly a man at all, and barely a person. He liked to be fucked, and sometimes he wondered if that was because it was expected. It didn’t prevent him from admiring women and he enjoyed sex with them but considering the overwhelming desire he felt for Jensen to turn his focus on him, to strip him, bend him over and make him his bitch it was unlikely that he was straight. Yeah. It was confusing.
Before long, both Jensen and Danneel had shed all their clothes. Jared looked on in fascination, comparing Danneel’s neatly shaved mound and Jensen’s treasure trail, Danneel’s supple, clear skin and the way that Jensen’s freckles seemed to dance over his pale skin. Jared’s hand pushed down his pants, strayed to his own cock, and he stroked it slowly and evenly. He let the sensation wash over him, but there was no urgency.
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Jensen reminded himself to slow down. He’d let himself get carried away but now Jared was a voyeur, on his knees beside them and that hadn’t been the plan. It looked as if Jared was in some sort of trance, not the same eager participant from ten minutes before. So far they’d hardly spoken a word, let their bodies do the communicating, but this was one time when words were needed.
“Are you okay? Do you want to take this somewhere else?” Jensen asked Jared.
Jared shook himself out of his haze, “No. I’m good.”
“You’re more than good, you’re mighty fine,” purred Danneel, tracing a manicured nail down the dip of Jared’s throat.
“What do you want? I mean how do you want this to go? How do you normally do this?” Jensen asked.
Jared’s hand fell away from his dick, and what a proportional dick it was, Jensen couldn’t help admiring it.
“I’m not fragile. I, erm, prepped already. This is em, not really normal…,” Jared scratched his nose, then shrugged, “But, before, if it wasn’t Miles it was easier to pretend to be a whore and then nobody was too shy to bang me like they meant it. I like to be manhandled. You can make me feel it.” He winked lewdly at Jensen, “If you think you’re man enough, or maybe Danni can do that for you?”
If Jensen were thinking with his upstairs brain at all, he would wonder how fucked up Jared’s choices were, but his cock was straining at attention and his only intelligent consideration was whether any of the furniture was a convenient height to bend Jared over.
He may have said the last thought out loud.
“Jesus!”Jared and Danneel growled as one.
Danneel hooked a leg up and over Jensen’s thighs, to turn and sit facing out, toward Jared. Even kneeling he was almost as tall as them, seated the way that they were. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, closed his eyes and sighed his appreciation as she kissed him. Jared’s fingers roamed greedily over her body while she wrapped dainty, but not tentative fingers around the length of his dick. Jensen wondered why he wasn’t in a jealous rage, yelling for them to stop, but he wanted to see every detail, the way their skin glistened with sweat, and spittle bubbled around their mouths. He breathed in the smell of their arousal and he tensed his thigh for Danni to ride it, coating his skin with her slick juices.
Jensen couldn’t hold on for much longer. His cock nudged Danni’s back each time she slid back into him.
“Back of the couch,” he suggested, then added, “Now!
He wasn’t expecting Danni to move first, but she slid from Jensen’s lap, leaving him suddenly cold, and eased Jared from his knees. She rubbed soothing circles on his back as he curled his body over the stiff leather and she roughly pulled his pants down to reveal his bare ass, and full, heavy balls. It was a delicious scene.
Jensen had manners, he didn’t have to rush, and the back of Jared’s neck and the arc of his spine were irresistible. He peppered light kisses on Jared’s skin and his tongue followed. He explored the dip of his hip bones and worshipped his firm ass cheeks, easing them apart and admiring the view within.
Jared’s furled hole was shiny with lube Jensen slipped two fingers easily in and out, seeking internal heat, scissoring and stretching further.
Jared breathed heavily, “Hurry up,” he complained, “Do it!”
Jensen braced, and his cock circled the rim of Jared’s hole. Jared swore and Danneel scolded Jensen for being a jerk. He pushed in with gentle pressure at first, and Jared pushed back, eager to be filled.
Muscles contracted tight around Jensen’s cock, it was fucking perfect. “So fucking good!” Arousal peaked and he stilled, unwilling to shoot his load like a teenager.
“Nngh, move,” demanded Jared.
“Bossy,” laughed Jensen and swatted Jared’s ass cheek with an open palm that landed with a loud ‘slap’.
He paused, worried that he had gone too far, but Jared laughed, “Kinky,” he said, and pushed back again, willing Jensen to thrust hard, “I don’t break.”
Danneel climbed on the sofa, a prime seat to watch. She sought eye contact with them before she fucked down on her own fingers, and then offered them up, slick with her juices, to lap clean.
Jensen gripped Jared’s hips and thrust deep.
Jared hitched his breath, breathed out slowly and then wiggled his hips as he moaned his approval. “Mm, yeah, so big for me.”
Jensen started a steady slip and slide, burying his cock deep and tight so his balls slapped against Jared’s ass and the sofa creaked under the pressure. Jared was solid and shiny with sweat under him, the heat of his channel seemed to envelop and welcome his cock and it wasn't awkward. Their bodies moved together like they had always been together. Jensen was wanted to come, his balls needed a release, but he wanted it to last forever too. A string of enthusiastic expletives dropped from Jared’s lips spurred him on.
Danneel’s tits swayed and bounced as she chased her own orgasm, her hand pressed eagerly into her cunt, and Jared finally quieted and watched her, silent except for the expulsion of his breath and a throaty whine as he was impaled in a different rhythm on Jensen’s dick. His wet, soft mouth followed her tits, latched on and sucked a nipple into his mouth, let it slide out and then sucked the other, lighting a thrill through her every time.
Jensen reached around to jack Jared’s cock as they rutted together. It was a satisfying weight in his hand and the vein pulsed under his fingertip.
It was Danneel who came first. Rosy-red and breathing heavily, she flopped into the cushions of the sofa. Her glazed eyes still followed Jensen and Jared, and Jared obscenely sucked her fingers clean.
That was all it took for to bring Jensen to the edge, one final thrust and there it was, His orgasm was intense. His come shot deep, and he was at the same time deliriously happy, physically exhausted and, perhaps in some small corner of his mind terrified at the prospect of fatherhood.
He barely registered Jared crying out and the globs of come that slid down the leather upholstery, but Jared’s cock softened in his hand, and Jared himself was boneless putty over the back of the couch making a satisfied, “Hmming,” noise.
After, there were lips on lips, soft touches and reassurance, and it was difficult to separate from the tangle of limbs that they landed in, so they cuddled naked and sated on the couch.
They woke in the night, sticky with cooled sweat, and Jared made excuses to return to the bed in his apartment. Jensen and Danneel didn’t have the words to stop him. They watched him scoop up his clothes and leave without offering any argument. The empty notepad on the games table seemed to mock them as they dragged themselves wearily up to their own bed, brought from their small apartment to this grand house. There had been no discussion, no lists of preferences or agreements. A sense of melancholy came with the chill night air and the understanding that they were married to a man who was still a mystery to them. But damn, the sex was hot.
Between crisp sheets, Danneel’s body tingled with the memory, she stroked the hair on Jensen’s chest and tweaked a nipple. “I can’t sleep, d’ya wanna go again?” she purred.
Jensen turned to face her, “Mm, yeah!”
***
“Did we fuck up?” Danneel asked Jensen, in the morning.
Jensen rolled over in their bed and buried his head under a pillow. His answer was muffled, “I think we fucked up.”
Danneel continued the conversation after her shower. “Did he mean what he said about pretending to be a hooker?”
“He’s not shy about sex,” Jensen said through the minty buzz of his toothbrush.
“A little unhealthy to be without boundaries,” she mused, “The stuff about his brother?”
“Most likely true, let’s not dwell on it.”
It was awkward, she decided, but surely not unusual. Breeder marriages were generally decided by database, and who knew what sort of sexual experience anybody had before the formal ceremony? Others coped. So would they. They would make lists, have safeguards, and work out a new sleeping arrangement.
Jared didn’t join them for breakfast, not that he usually did, and of course it was yet another thing that they hadn’t discussed. Christian threatened to haul Jared’s ass to the kitchen to share the fresh fruit muesli, and spend the morning with them but Jensen insisted that Jared be allowed to rest. Jensen would check in with his office online, and Danneel could complete the rosters for their coffee shop.
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The house was too big. The house was always too big, and Danneel was too proud to ask Chris where things were kept yet again . She turned left and was relieved to see the door to the office where they had first been invited to the reading of the will by Aldis Hodge. There wasn’t a computer at the coffee shop, so she clutched a work roster in her hand and hoped that a fax machine wasn’t so old fashioned that Miles didn’t have one.
She turned the door handle and a whirring sound from within made her jump. She stopped and listened. There was the sound of paper being shuffled and then the whirring started up again. She pushed the door slowly and peeked curiously around it. There was a messy pile of paperwork stacked on the desk and filing cabinets with open drawers haphazardly spilled their contents. At the center of the chaos Jared stood feeding pages into a shredder.
He startled when he noticed her, and his immediate wide-eyed horror was unmistakable, but his recovery was quick. He let out a breath, scraped a hand through his hair and grinned, a little too bright, “Hey,” he greeted her.
“Hey. You’re busy.”
Jared dropped more pages between the teeth of the shredder, emptying the file he was holding. “It’s Monday. I thought you’d be working.”
She touched his shoulder lightly. “Jared, we just got married so we organized cover for a few days. I was looking for a fax machine, to send Osric the new roster.”
“Oh,” he blushed, “I didn’t think you’d do that. It's not like its real , y’know.”
His words were oddly hurtful and she felt silly for caring, because he hadn’t said anything wrong.
He pointed to a store cupboard by the window. “There’s a fax machine in there. It probably still works. You’ll have to plug it in.”
“Right,” She found the old machine, dusted it off and placed it on the floor by the telephone point.
“Here, I’ll do it,” Jared said helpfully.
She let him. He bent down and she admired the view of his ass, in perfectly fitting jeans, then glanced around at the state of the office. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.
“Um,” his eyes widened. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I thought it was time. Miles filed everything. Most of it will never be needed. McNiven told me to look for names of all the staff who used to work for my father, so I started to look, but there was so much crap. I wanted to be busy and once I started, well, here I am.”
It sounded reasonable. “And we were thinking that you’d want to bask in the afterglow with us.”
Jared had the tact to look apologetic, “Oh. It was fun wasn’t it? We should probably do that again. Well, I guess we have to.”
Danneel frowned, “Nobody has to.”
“No, but…” he looked at her, “I should stop digging this hole shouldn’t I?”
She nodded, “We could get together. I thought that we could choose a new bedroom; a fresh start for us.”
“Milly and I like our apartment. There’s a passage and a small wall space. It’s safer.”
“A compromise,” she suggested, “You can’t hide all the time.”
He seemed to think about it, “I’m willing to discuss it.”
“Good. Did you find the list of employees that you were looking for?”
“Yeah, there was a personnel section.”
He was being truthful. The drawer marked ‘personnel’ was obvious, which made her wonder why so many others stood open and ransacked. “We could fax it to McNiven. It would get there faster.”
“May as well. I’ll put things back here and do it.” The machine beeped confirmation that Danneel’s roster had been sent. Jared handed it back to her.
“Do you want any help with this?” Danneel waved her hand at the mess.
“No. It’s cathartic. We’ll do lunch though. Somewhere exotic, like the kitchen,” he laughed.
“We’ll hold you to that,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away.
Chapter 12
Woohoo, Jensen, Danneel and Jared finally make it to their wedding night.
Title: Inheritance (Chapter 11/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Danneel/Jared, Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Danneel/Jared, Jared/OMCs, Jensen/OMCs, Osric Chau/Genevieve Cortese
Description: In a world where environmental disaster had created genetic abnormalities and mass infertility, Jensen and Danneel lived a modest life with no desire to have children by the only means available to them - a government allotted fertile breeder. When playboy millionaire Miles Padalecki died, Jensen and his wife Danneel were shocked to discover that they were named as heirs to the Padalecki mansion and most of his fortune. Nothing comes without a price though and they must decide whether it was worth harboring the dangerous secrets that were Miles's legacy.
Warnings: kid!fic, dystopia, het, slash, polyamory, self harm, past incest, graphic violence, dub- con, non-con, MPreg
Beta: Thanks go to fufaraw for making this better and being incredibly patient with my slow, slow progress. All mistakes are my own. This chapter's edits have been lost and redone too many times, so I am sure there will be typos lurking.
Disclaimer:This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
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Chapter 11
“Scoot over,” Danneel plopped herself down by Jensen’s side.
“Ssh,” Jensen pointed at the television.
She stole a potato chip from his packet and crunched it loudly. “Milly’s asleep. Jared says he’ll be down soon.
“It’s the big reveal,” moaned Jensen.
She grabbed the remote and clicked the television off, “You never watch cop shows, so why are you hiding in the snug watching Castle on our wedding night?”
“Technically it’s about a writer...,”
“Ah, ah, no.” She cut off his excuses and waited. Jensen didn’t find it easy to talk about his emotions but she could usually wheedle it from him.
“Is this about the kiss? It was hot. I’m not jealous.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s everything. Jared is going through with this. You are great together. We are great together and now you’re acting like it's some hardship for you.”
“Don’t you think it’s cold?”
“Cold? We have heating.”
“No. It’s heartless. Jared is doing it because he has to and so are we. We barely know him and everything about it is so…engineered.”
“Okay, you and Jared click, anyone can see it. The kiss earlier - that was not engineered, and the feelings I have aren’t engineered. You’ve had one night stands that didn’t bother you. You couldn’t even remember what they looked like in the morning. Jared is hot, he wants to, and we like him. How is it wrong?”
Jensen let out something between a growl and a whimper, “Well it’s all right for you. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Excuse me?” She crossed her arms and glared at him, offended and exasperated.
“Not like that!” He spread his hands in apology and turned pleading eyes on her, “That didn’t come out how I meant.”
She tapped her foot impatiently and then suddenly she thought she understood. She bit back a laugh.
“You’ve got stage fright!”
He spread his hands in a gesture of frustration. “Well, what if I can’t? I’m the only one who has to perform.”
She stood and straddled his lap, settled on his thighs and grabbed a handful of his short hair. “Ssh!” She dipped down and pressed her lips against his, dominant and demanding. He opened up for her and she kissed him, tasting everything that Jared had tasted earlier, but with a confidence and knowledge that had her plundering his mouth while she ground down against his groin. He whimpered and matched the rhythm. Red hair tickled his nose her lacy dress scraped against his face. He let his fingers skate over her skin, searching out the pressure points that he knew so well. Her body melted into his, comfortable against his familiar shape, and she came up for air with a suck of his bottom lip and a series of kisses from his jaw down to his Adam’s apple.
There was a flush rising in his cheeks. “Stop thinking with your upstairs brain,” she grinned. “Besides, nobody has to do anything today, but it might be fun to play.”
“I’m good to watch.” Jared’s comment came from behind them, and they jumped.
“Should I have knocked?” he asked.
“Not at all.” Danneel’s gaze raked over Jared’s body. He had showered and dressed in cotton PJ trousers but his chest was bare and his hair tousled damp around his face. He worked out, that much had always been obvious, but the reality was better than she had imagined. Miles of toned, golden skin contrasted with a few dark moles, and while a lengthy scar marred his stomach, it didn’t detract from the abs above it. He held his arms awkwardly around his body, where gauze hid recent injuries from her view but there were tell-tale lines as far as his shoulder, stacked straight in purple, pink and silver. She wanted to erase them, imagined licking them clean off and wondered how he would taste. She unconsciously licked her lips.
Jensen shifted beneath her, and his tongue poked out to swipe his own lips. His u-turn was instant and his eyes were wide as he joined Danneel in admiring the view. “You can join us if you like,” his voice rasped a little.
Jared’s reply was smooth and deep. “I like.” He walked with an exaggerated sway of his hips until he was behind Danneel and his hands rested on her shoulders, his fingers sliding under the fabric of her dress to smooth the curve of them. His moves were calculated to be sexy and Danneel had no doubt he’d used them before.
“You kept the dress on, it looks fantastic on you,” Jared commented, tracing a fingertip down the line of her zipper where it hugged her spine.
It gave her goosebumps.
“Of course I wore it. Do you know how much it cost? I am not one of those women who would only wear something once for a dinner date,” Danneel joked.
“You could, but I’m glad you didn’t because you fill it perfectly.” Jared unclipped the pearl button above the zip. He bent his head to nuzzle her neck, “And yet I’m betting that Jensen wants to me to undress you,” his breath was hot on her ear, “I know I want to.”
***There was an eighteen carat gold pen on the games table and a notebook encased in fine leather. It had been the plan, Jared thought to, to make lists, talk kinks, decide on a time and a place and positions. Words could wait when Jared had walked in on a private show that made his pulse drum and his blood sing. What were words when he hadn’t had touch and breath and heat for so long?
He met Jensen’s gaze as Danneel’s zipper opened to reveal flawless flesh. Maybe Jared had wanted to see a spark of envy or to provoke some discomfort but Jensen stared back with confident expectation, eager for him to continue. Jared unclasped Danneel’s bra with steady fingers and smoothed the straps over her shoulders with her dress, exposing the neat swell of her breasts tantalizing slowly. She rocked back on Jensen’s thighs, to rest her head against his stomach, and her hair was warm and soft against his skin. He reached around her to cup her tits in his hands, letting his thumbs smooth over her nipples offering them up to Jensen’s view. Danneel gasped, and he couldn’t see her face but he saw the moment when Jensen’s attention snapped from him to her.
Jared crowded up against her back, to lean forward over her head, letting the growing bulge in his pants press against her. He lifted his right hand to take Jensen’s hand and place it with his on the swell of Danneel’s tit, and then kissed him from his forehead, down his nose and met his mouth to claim a kiss that was deep and lingering.
Danneel rocked between them while her slender fingers unbuttoned Jensen’s shirt. He mmphed and moaned as the sleeves got stuck awkwardly on his wrists for a moment, yet his lips continued to mash against Jared’s.
It wasn’t a comfortable way to kiss. Jared broke off, stood up and licked his lips. Danneel’s mouth took his place on Jensen’s almost immediately and the passion between them was naturally effortless. Jensen reached a hand to Jared, to pull him onto the couch by his side, but Jared resisted. He folded himself to his knees beside them and watched, and as they lost themselves in each other he wondered how he would ever fit in. He reached out to touch the soft hair of Jensen’s bare chest, startling Jensen into open-eyed shock for a moment and Jared pulled away, with bitten lip and apologies.
Jensen apologized too, “Sorry, come back.”
He didn’t, preferring instead to explore the curves of Danneel’s body. She shuffled her short dress onto her midriff and he bunched it in large hands and quickly eased it up back up over her tits and her head and flung it to the floor, revealing so much more of her flesh. Her ass was round and satisfying in sleek silk panties and her hips were full and contoured in a way that no man’s were, not even his own.
Jared took the opportunity to admire her. It seemed an eternity since he had been with a woman, and it had only happened twice. He didn’t know what his sexuality was exactly. He’d never had options. He was a man with a woman’s purpose, which made him hardly a man at all, and barely a person. He liked to be fucked, and sometimes he wondered if that was because it was expected. It didn’t prevent him from admiring women and he enjoyed sex with them but considering the overwhelming desire he felt for Jensen to turn his focus on him, to strip him, bend him over and make him his bitch it was unlikely that he was straight. Yeah. It was confusing.
Before long, both Jensen and Danneel had shed all their clothes. Jared looked on in fascination, comparing Danneel’s neatly shaved mound and Jensen’s treasure trail, Danneel’s supple, clear skin and the way that Jensen’s freckles seemed to dance over his pale skin. Jared’s hand pushed down his pants, strayed to his own cock, and he stroked it slowly and evenly. He let the sensation wash over him, but there was no urgency.
***
Jensen reminded himself to slow down. He’d let himself get carried away but now Jared was a voyeur, on his knees beside them and that hadn’t been the plan. It looked as if Jared was in some sort of trance, not the same eager participant from ten minutes before. So far they’d hardly spoken a word, let their bodies do the communicating, but this was one time when words were needed.
“Are you okay? Do you want to take this somewhere else?” Jensen asked Jared.
Jared shook himself out of his haze, “No. I’m good.”
“You’re more than good, you’re mighty fine,” purred Danneel, tracing a manicured nail down the dip of Jared’s throat.
“What do you want? I mean how do you want this to go? How do you normally do this?” Jensen asked.
Jared’s hand fell away from his dick, and what a proportional dick it was, Jensen couldn’t help admiring it.
“I’m not fragile. I, erm, prepped already. This is em, not really normal…,” Jared scratched his nose, then shrugged, “But, before, if it wasn’t Miles it was easier to pretend to be a whore and then nobody was too shy to bang me like they meant it. I like to be manhandled. You can make me feel it.” He winked lewdly at Jensen, “If you think you’re man enough, or maybe Danni can do that for you?”
If Jensen were thinking with his upstairs brain at all, he would wonder how fucked up Jared’s choices were, but his cock was straining at attention and his only intelligent consideration was whether any of the furniture was a convenient height to bend Jared over.
He may have said the last thought out loud.
“Jesus!”Jared and Danneel growled as one.
Danneel hooked a leg up and over Jensen’s thighs, to turn and sit facing out, toward Jared. Even kneeling he was almost as tall as them, seated the way that they were. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, closed his eyes and sighed his appreciation as she kissed him. Jared’s fingers roamed greedily over her body while she wrapped dainty, but not tentative fingers around the length of his dick. Jensen wondered why he wasn’t in a jealous rage, yelling for them to stop, but he wanted to see every detail, the way their skin glistened with sweat, and spittle bubbled around their mouths. He breathed in the smell of their arousal and he tensed his thigh for Danni to ride it, coating his skin with her slick juices.
Jensen couldn’t hold on for much longer. His cock nudged Danni’s back each time she slid back into him.
“Back of the couch,” he suggested, then added, “Now!
He wasn’t expecting Danni to move first, but she slid from Jensen’s lap, leaving him suddenly cold, and eased Jared from his knees. She rubbed soothing circles on his back as he curled his body over the stiff leather and she roughly pulled his pants down to reveal his bare ass, and full, heavy balls. It was a delicious scene.
Jensen had manners, he didn’t have to rush, and the back of Jared’s neck and the arc of his spine were irresistible. He peppered light kisses on Jared’s skin and his tongue followed. He explored the dip of his hip bones and worshipped his firm ass cheeks, easing them apart and admiring the view within.
Jared’s furled hole was shiny with lube Jensen slipped two fingers easily in and out, seeking internal heat, scissoring and stretching further.
Jared breathed heavily, “Hurry up,” he complained, “Do it!”
Jensen braced, and his cock circled the rim of Jared’s hole. Jared swore and Danneel scolded Jensen for being a jerk. He pushed in with gentle pressure at first, and Jared pushed back, eager to be filled.
Muscles contracted tight around Jensen’s cock, it was fucking perfect. “So fucking good!” Arousal peaked and he stilled, unwilling to shoot his load like a teenager.
“Nngh, move,” demanded Jared.
“Bossy,” laughed Jensen and swatted Jared’s ass cheek with an open palm that landed with a loud ‘slap’.
He paused, worried that he had gone too far, but Jared laughed, “Kinky,” he said, and pushed back again, willing Jensen to thrust hard, “I don’t break.”
Danneel climbed on the sofa, a prime seat to watch. She sought eye contact with them before she fucked down on her own fingers, and then offered them up, slick with her juices, to lap clean.
Jensen gripped Jared’s hips and thrust deep.
Jared hitched his breath, breathed out slowly and then wiggled his hips as he moaned his approval. “Mm, yeah, so big for me.”
Jensen started a steady slip and slide, burying his cock deep and tight so his balls slapped against Jared’s ass and the sofa creaked under the pressure. Jared was solid and shiny with sweat under him, the heat of his channel seemed to envelop and welcome his cock and it wasn't awkward. Their bodies moved together like they had always been together. Jensen was wanted to come, his balls needed a release, but he wanted it to last forever too. A string of enthusiastic expletives dropped from Jared’s lips spurred him on.
Danneel’s tits swayed and bounced as she chased her own orgasm, her hand pressed eagerly into her cunt, and Jared finally quieted and watched her, silent except for the expulsion of his breath and a throaty whine as he was impaled in a different rhythm on Jensen’s dick. His wet, soft mouth followed her tits, latched on and sucked a nipple into his mouth, let it slide out and then sucked the other, lighting a thrill through her every time.
Jensen reached around to jack Jared’s cock as they rutted together. It was a satisfying weight in his hand and the vein pulsed under his fingertip.
It was Danneel who came first. Rosy-red and breathing heavily, she flopped into the cushions of the sofa. Her glazed eyes still followed Jensen and Jared, and Jared obscenely sucked her fingers clean.
That was all it took for to bring Jensen to the edge, one final thrust and there it was, His orgasm was intense. His come shot deep, and he was at the same time deliriously happy, physically exhausted and, perhaps in some small corner of his mind terrified at the prospect of fatherhood.
He barely registered Jared crying out and the globs of come that slid down the leather upholstery, but Jared’s cock softened in his hand, and Jared himself was boneless putty over the back of the couch making a satisfied, “Hmming,” noise.
After, there were lips on lips, soft touches and reassurance, and it was difficult to separate from the tangle of limbs that they landed in, so they cuddled naked and sated on the couch.
They woke in the night, sticky with cooled sweat, and Jared made excuses to return to the bed in his apartment. Jensen and Danneel didn’t have the words to stop him. They watched him scoop up his clothes and leave without offering any argument. The empty notepad on the games table seemed to mock them as they dragged themselves wearily up to their own bed, brought from their small apartment to this grand house. There had been no discussion, no lists of preferences or agreements. A sense of melancholy came with the chill night air and the understanding that they were married to a man who was still a mystery to them. But damn, the sex was hot.
Between crisp sheets, Danneel’s body tingled with the memory, she stroked the hair on Jensen’s chest and tweaked a nipple. “I can’t sleep, d’ya wanna go again?” she purred.
Jensen turned to face her, “Mm, yeah!”
***
“Did we fuck up?” Danneel asked Jensen, in the morning.
Jensen rolled over in their bed and buried his head under a pillow. His answer was muffled, “I think we fucked up.”
Danneel continued the conversation after her shower. “Did he mean what he said about pretending to be a hooker?”
“He’s not shy about sex,” Jensen said through the minty buzz of his toothbrush.
“A little unhealthy to be without boundaries,” she mused, “The stuff about his brother?”
“Most likely true, let’s not dwell on it.”
It was awkward, she decided, but surely not unusual. Breeder marriages were generally decided by database, and who knew what sort of sexual experience anybody had before the formal ceremony? Others coped. So would they. They would make lists, have safeguards, and work out a new sleeping arrangement.
Jared didn’t join them for breakfast, not that he usually did, and of course it was yet another thing that they hadn’t discussed. Christian threatened to haul Jared’s ass to the kitchen to share the fresh fruit muesli, and spend the morning with them but Jensen insisted that Jared be allowed to rest. Jensen would check in with his office online, and Danneel could complete the rosters for their coffee shop.
***
The house was too big. The house was always too big, and Danneel was too proud to ask Chris where things were kept yet again . She turned left and was relieved to see the door to the office where they had first been invited to the reading of the will by Aldis Hodge. There wasn’t a computer at the coffee shop, so she clutched a work roster in her hand and hoped that a fax machine wasn’t so old fashioned that Miles didn’t have one.
She turned the door handle and a whirring sound from within made her jump. She stopped and listened. There was the sound of paper being shuffled and then the whirring started up again. She pushed the door slowly and peeked curiously around it. There was a messy pile of paperwork stacked on the desk and filing cabinets with open drawers haphazardly spilled their contents. At the center of the chaos Jared stood feeding pages into a shredder.
He startled when he noticed her, and his immediate wide-eyed horror was unmistakable, but his recovery was quick. He let out a breath, scraped a hand through his hair and grinned, a little too bright, “Hey,” he greeted her.
“Hey. You’re busy.”
Jared dropped more pages between the teeth of the shredder, emptying the file he was holding. “It’s Monday. I thought you’d be working.”
She touched his shoulder lightly. “Jared, we just got married so we organized cover for a few days. I was looking for a fax machine, to send Osric the new roster.”
“Oh,” he blushed, “I didn’t think you’d do that. It's not like its real , y’know.”
His words were oddly hurtful and she felt silly for caring, because he hadn’t said anything wrong.
He pointed to a store cupboard by the window. “There’s a fax machine in there. It probably still works. You’ll have to plug it in.”
“Right,” She found the old machine, dusted it off and placed it on the floor by the telephone point.
“Here, I’ll do it,” Jared said helpfully.
She let him. He bent down and she admired the view of his ass, in perfectly fitting jeans, then glanced around at the state of the office. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.
“Um,” his eyes widened. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I thought it was time. Miles filed everything. Most of it will never be needed. McNiven told me to look for names of all the staff who used to work for my father, so I started to look, but there was so much crap. I wanted to be busy and once I started, well, here I am.”
It sounded reasonable. “And we were thinking that you’d want to bask in the afterglow with us.”
Jared had the tact to look apologetic, “Oh. It was fun wasn’t it? We should probably do that again. Well, I guess we have to.”
Danneel frowned, “Nobody has to.”
“No, but…” he looked at her, “I should stop digging this hole shouldn’t I?”
She nodded, “We could get together. I thought that we could choose a new bedroom; a fresh start for us.”
“Milly and I like our apartment. There’s a passage and a small wall space. It’s safer.”
“A compromise,” she suggested, “You can’t hide all the time.”
He seemed to think about it, “I’m willing to discuss it.”
“Good. Did you find the list of employees that you were looking for?”
“Yeah, there was a personnel section.”
He was being truthful. The drawer marked ‘personnel’ was obvious, which made her wonder why so many others stood open and ransacked. “We could fax it to McNiven. It would get there faster.”
“May as well. I’ll put things back here and do it.” The machine beeped confirmation that Danneel’s roster had been sent. Jared handed it back to her.
“Do you want any help with this?” Danneel waved her hand at the mess.
“No. It’s cathartic. We’ll do lunch though. Somewhere exotic, like the kitchen,” he laughed.
“We’ll hold you to that,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away.
Chapter 12