SPN Fic: In Blood, We Trust (4/4)
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Epilogue: One year later
Jensen looks up from his computer screen when he hears Jared shut off the water and step out of the hotel shower. The sun’s going down and Jared’s just woken up.
He calls out toward the bathroom, “Guess what? We got confirmation today of our liquor license for the new Washington D.C. club.”
It turned out that, after the struggle at the original Trust, word of Jared’s vision for bringing humans and vampires together had spread throughout the Kindred community. Some felt, like Worthy, that it was an abomination and disapproved of his and Jared’s relationship and everything they stood for. But many more Kindred-sick of skulking in the shadows, hunting and hiding for survival-rallied around the idea. Jensen quit his job and, together, he and Jared had traveled around, talking to groups of Kindred about Trust and, with their financial help, setting up more clubs in cities across the U.S. and even a small boutique hotel in Vegas.
They’re in Pittsburg now for the opening of its new Trust. As soon as they’re done here, they’ll head to D.C. to get that one set up, recruiting like-minded Kindred and Were to run it.
Jared peeks out from around the door, scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel. “That’s great!”
“You know what else is great?” Jensen asks with a grin.
“That it’s Saturday?” Jared says, grinning in answer.
“Yep,” Jensen says. He stands up from the desk chair and stretches brazenly, making sure to let his shirt ride up and give Jared a peek of skin.
Jared’s voice has a bit of growl in it when he says, “Then why don’t you get naked and get on that bed. I’ll be right there.”
Jensen starts to strip, pulse already speeding up with anticipation. Early on, Jared had set a limit on how often he’d take blood from Jensen, wanting to make sure they didn’t overdo it and endanger Jensen’s health. So during the week, he’d feed the regular way. And if Jensen preferred Jared to psychic-whammy it all from him instead of the other patrons on the club dance floors like he used to, well. Jensen could be a little possessive that way. However, Saturdays were reserved for a little of the old-fashioned approach.
Sex with Jared was always fantastic, but Saturdays were the best.
He’s laying face down on the bed, his head propped on his folded arms, when Jared comes back out of the bathroom. His hair is still damp and brushed back off of his forehead, and he’s let a little stubble grow in on his jaw. Jensen likes the way it feels on his bare skin, so Jared doesn’t shave as much anymore. Not that it matters: those stories about reflections in mirrors aren’t so accurate, either.
Jensen considerately spreads his legs and Jared crawls up into the space between them.
Jared tosses the bottle of lube he brought out with him onto the sheet next to Jensen without opening it.
“Oh c’mon,” Jensen whines, realizing Jared wants to play first.
“Patience, Beautiful,” he says, and Jensen can hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll get you there.”
Jared works his way up Jensen’s body. He strokes one hand along the back of his right leg, lingering to rub his thumb in soft circles in the hollow behind Jensen’s knee. Feather-light strokes on his thigh, slowly, so slowly moving higher, until he’s running his fingertips over the curve of Jensen’s ass. His hand lingers there, fanning out, the broad heat of his palm making Jensen wriggle just a little with urgency. “Shhh,” Jared soothes.
He lets his fingers drift down until he’s caressing Jensen’s balls from the underside, and Jensen’s already so hard he has to hold himself back from humping the bed, Christ. He opens his legs even wider in invitation and chuckles when he hears a muttered curse from behind him revealing that Jared’s not as cool as he’s pretending to be.
Jared’s hand settles down low on his back. Presses deep. “Beautiful,” he says again, thickly, and Jensen bounces his hips.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he tries to joke, but gets distracted by the warmth of Jared’s mouth at the base of his spine.
“I could bite you right here,” Jared says against his skin. His tongue laves over the meaty part of Jensen’s ass. “So delicious.”
“But awkward,” Jensen says, then gasps as Jared buries his face deep and licks right over the tight furl of his hole. “Jesus, warn a guy, why don’t you?”
Jared just laughs in a way that sends fire up Jensen’s spine and reaches for the lube at last.
He takes his time with that, too, and doesn’t let up until Jensen’s writhing and begging, three fingers deep inside him but it’s still not enough.
Jared scoots up closer behind him. He wraps an arm around Jensen’s middle and pulls him upright so that he’s straddling Jared’s lap, his thighs splayed wide, his cock standing up against his belly, brushing wet against Jared’s wrist. His skin is hot, he feels feverish. Jared’s hands travel over him, caressing every square inch-his pecs and nipples, his abs, the supple creases between belly and thighs, but, fuck, ignoring his cock-fanning the flames.
Jared’s length rides the lube-slick groove of Jensen’s ass, stiff and eager. Every time they fuck, Jensen is astonished at the thought of all that fitting up inside him. Jared’s got him stretched and ready, but he hardly even needs that. All he needs is the sting of Jared’s teeth and everything else takes care of itself.
He reaches back to curl his fingers around the hot base of Jared’s dick to hold it steady… or as steady as he can with his hands trembling with need. Jensen’s got no leverage, no way to move spread out like this, so he relies on Jared to lift him by the hips, position him so he’s ready to be impaled, to open up and sink down, to take Jared all the way inside.
But first.
“Ready?” Jared whispers in his ear. He brings a hand up to cup Jensen’s jaw and gently, firmly-oh god like he knows what it does to Jensen-and he turns him to the side so that his throat is laid bare.
“Hell yeah,” Jensen murmurs, arching back onto Jared’s shoulder, opening it up even more.
Jared rubs his prickly jaw against the side of Jensen’s neck like a fucking tease. Then he drops Jensen onto his cock, shoving the thick head into Jensen’s waiting hole at the same time he bites into the flesh of his neck.
The pain and the ecstasy crash within him like storm surge, breaking over each other, mixing and roiling, never alike, and he cries out Jared’s name. But Jared simply holds him tight, the hands at his throat and at his hip like bindings, pinning him against Jared’s body as he buries himself deeper into Jensen. Each punch of Jared’s hips up, each new inch that his cock penetrates is accompanied by a tug of Jared’s lips, a sip of blood from Jensen’s body, a shocky double rhythm that overtakes every sense.
Jensen wants to reach up and touch Jared’s hair, his face, run his fingers over the hollowing of his cheeks as he sucks. But he’s like a ragdoll, arms and legs akimbo, sprawled there in Jared’s lap, speared on his dick and on his fangs, just indulging, immersing himself in feeling.
He sinks lower and lower until he can feel his legs come to rest on Jared’s, his ass pressed into Jared’s hips. Jared’s rooted inside him, filling every hollow. Or so he thinks, until Jared brings his hands around and places them on the insides of Jensen’s thighs, pressing them open implacably, a stretch, the smallest strain, until Jensen’s opened up just that much more and Jared slots in deeper than ever.
They pause like that, a brief lull in the storm. Jared laps, kitten-like, at a drop of blood that escaped past his lips and goes trickling down Jensen’s shoulder. Jensen squirms, rolling his hips as best he can, feeling the solid weight of Jared inside him and wanting more. Wanting to move.
“Go,” he demands, low and breathless. “I need you to. Need you to take it all.”
He feels Jared look up at him, and Jensen twists his head to press their mouths together. It’s an awkward angle, but it doesn’t matter. Jared licks Jensen’s bottom lip, teasing him with his tongue, letting his extended fang graze the tender skin just inside his mouth so Jensen tastes blood too. Hands slide to grab hold again of Jensen’s hips. Jared raises him up so that his cock drags slowly out Jensen’s body, agonizingly slow, until just the tip remains inside.
“Yes,” he hisses. “God, Jared. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Jared pounds into him then. He bites, shaking his head, worrying at Jensen’s neck so that the wounds dilate, his blood not seeping now, but flowing, Jared drinking him in huge gulps as he drives himself deep. Jensen gasps, can’t get any air back into his lungs, Jared’s heavy, rhythmic thrusts forcing it back out of him every time he catches a fraction. Jared’s cock keeps pushing against that agonizingly sweet place inside, and Jensen needs to come more than he needs oxygen now.
Jared must sense Jensen’s desperation, because he rears up on his knees, tips them forward, falling together, so that Jensen’s pressed face down, holding himself up on his elbows, his ass in the air. Jared’s mouth never releases its hold on Jensen’s neck, and his tempo barely falters before kicking up a notch, harder, faster. The touch of his hand wrapping around Jensen’s stiff, neglected cock has him keening and swearing, swiveling his hips in small circles to feel Jared shudder on top of him. Jared bites him again, like a punishment, like a reward. Red heat pours through him in a torrent. The wounds on his neck feels puffy and raw, the rush of his blood is timed to the hummingbird beats of his heart.
Jared’s hand tightens on Jensen’s dick. He jacks him with long strokes that twist at the end, strokes that Jared syncs with a fluttering suck at Jensen's neck and-Jesus fucking Christ-Jensen screams loud enough to make the room next door call the cops as he trips over the edge. He shoots his load, hot and sticky, and Jared milks him through it. But Jared’s thrusts are becoming more and more desperate, and suddenly he freezes, driving Jensen one last time down into the mattress. His cock thickens, pumping come into Jensen, his mouth brutally hard on him, his hands skating desperate patterns along Jensen’s flanks.
They both collapse into a gasping heap, Jared rolling them onto their sides so as not to squash him, his cock still buried inside. He tends to the gashes on Jensen’s neck-murmuring his usual sugary, senseless sounds of praise and appreciation-while Jensen floats on the endorphins humming through him, the weakness of blood loss merging with the bliss of orgasm to make him lighter than air.
He moans in protest when Jared eventually pulls out, but it’s okay because he’s back moments later with a warm wash cloth, warm hands cleaning him up, the warm blankets from the foot of the bed being drawn up over them both before Jared pulls him back into his warm arms.
“I should write the hotel chain,” Jared says conversationally, his fingers playing gently in Jensen’s hair. “Compliment them on how comfortable the beds are here.”
Jensen turns his head, nuzzles into Jared’s skin, savoring the scents of soap and sex and sweat that linger in the dusting of hair across his chest. “This is indeed a quality bed,” he agrees. “Maybe we should never leave it again.”
“That doesn’t sound all bad.”
Jensen sighs. “I’m just trying to imagine what happens if we leave the Were to run the clubs, though.”
“A lot of severed limbs, I'm guessing,” Jared replies mildly. “We better get up, get out there, make the world a better place.” He doesn’t move a muscle.
“I do have one request before we get out of this impeccable bed.”
“What’s that?” Jared asks.
“We haven’t christened this club yet,” Jensen replies with a grin. Each time they open a new Trust, he lets Jared feed from him in it, right there alongside all the other patrons. It’s become a little tradition. “And it’s going to be Saturday all night.”
“God, you are insatiable,” Jared groans.
Jensen snuggles in closer under his chin. Not that he would admit to snuggling under threat of torture. “And that’s why you love me.”
“Fine. Meet me on the dance floor.”
It’s Jensen turn to groan.
“Three songs, max,” Jared wheedles. “Then you can drag me off into a dark corner and have your wicked way with me.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
He feels Jared place a kiss on the top of his head. “It’ll be fun.” He takes Jensen’s hand and brings it to his mouth. He shows his fangs and letting one skim across his palm so lightly it barely breaks the skin, just enough that Jared can touch his tongue to it and send a hot shiver tripping across Jensen’s nerves. “Trust me.”
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