The Cosmic Castaway
Title: The Cosmic Castaway
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,220
Rating: nc17
Warnings: It's a slave fic, so dub-con at the least, non-con if you want to be crabby.
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: For sazzy_angel's prompt of: The Cosmic Castaway. Featuring slave!Jensen and captain!Jared. From Drabble Meme. One prompt left to claim.
It didn't really go where I wanted it to go, but hope you like it hon.
Jared looks through the small port window in the locked room found on his ship, Cosmic Castaway. The man inside is dressed in skin tight silver pants, lounging on the flat hard bed in the room. Jared’s not sure rather they are painted on or if it really is shiny material. The shirt the man wears is more like a vest, if a vest had such little fabric. Jared’s eyes go higher, over the man’s exposed chest to stop at the plumb lips. At some point his owners most have applied some sort of gloss to the pink lips, because now they are just as shiny as the pants. Higher on the face, green eyes lined with black kohl stares at the far wall. Jared presses his palm over his hard on, pushing down and moaning as he looks back through the window.
Jared uses his card, sliding it through the slot by the door, and stands back as the door opens with a whoosh. As soon as he steps in the door, the door shuts behind him and he walks closer to the man that stands up to be inspected.
Jared stops in front of the man. He reaches out, running his fingers down the slave’s arm stopping at his wrist and raising it. He looks closely at the bracelet, glancing over and seeing a matching one on the other wrist. Connected to the bands are rings to hook a chain to when the slave ventures out of his assigned room. Dropping the man’s arm, Jared moves to circle the still man. “What’s your name?” he asks, standing behind the man and reaching out to squeeze his ass.
“Jensen,” he answers with no emotion in his voice. He doesn’t even respond to the touch of Jared’s. Standing completely still and letting Jared do whatever he wants.
“Take off your clothes,” he whispers leaning closer so the words drift into the Jensen’s ear. Jared stands back a foot and watches as the man slowly and tediously removes the shiny material, folding it before dropping it onto the floor to the right of where he stands. “Get on the bed,” Jared commands, “shoulders down, ass up.” As Jensen moves to comply, Jared crosses the room and takes a bottle of lube from a drawer. “Spread your cheeks,” Jared walks closer, but stops in awe the already stretched hole. “What is this?” Jared whispers, his fingers moving around the rim before sinking all the way in.
“I prepared myself,” Jensen answers, his hands still being used to spread himself for Jared to view.
“Why?” Jared asks, as another finger joins the first, the muscle stretching a little to accommodate the new width.
“My owners told me how busy you are, Captain. They told me to make myself useful so that you could be done quickly.”
“I’ll decide with what I want to be done,” Jared informs him, his right hand raising and falling hard on the flesh of Jensen’s ass causing the man to rock forward.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jensen mumbles, trying to bite back a moan, “I’ll do only what you’ll have me do next time.”
Next time, the statement repeats in Jared’s head. If Jensen’s as good as he looks, he’s sure there will be a next time.
Jared opens his uniform pants one-handed, his right hand pushing and pulling inside of Jensen. The man feels so good against Jared’s fingers that he can’t wait to feel the tight restriction on a harder, hotter body part of his. Opening the bottle with his teeth, Jared tips it upside down, letting the gel substance pour over his hard cock. He throws the bottle on the bed, freeing his hand to circle around his stiff member, spreading the lube over his dick.
Jared quickly removes his fingers, just as swiftly pushing his blood heavy erection into the loosening hole. Jared slips in on one push, groaning at how tight Jensen really is. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out not giving Jensen an time to get used to the intrusion, “I haven’t fucked anyone in nearly seven months,” he moans out as he bites down on Jensen’s shoulder.
“You’re the captain,” Jensen hisses, his body rocking with Jared’s, moving back to push up to meet Jared’s thrust back down, and gliding forward trying to find fiction for his own straining hard on. “You have your pick over your crew,” he whimpers when Jared starts hitting his prostate over and over again.
“Don’t fuck my crew,” Jared almost incoherently replies as he empties his seed deep inside of Jensen. Jared rests his body on Jensen’s, his body weight crushing Jensen into the bed. He starts to rock, moving Jensen back and forth until with a startled yell, the slave comes between himself and the bed. “Too many problems.”
After a few minutes of resting, Jared pulls out of Jensen, listening to the almost soundless whimper that falls from the slave’s lips. Jared tucks himself back into his pants, quickly buttoning the pants with his eyes never moving from the still form of the slave. “May I clean up?” Jensen finally whispers after near five minutes have passed.
“Come,” Jared says, watching as Jensen stands and wobbles closer to Jared’s. Jared places his hand on the slave’s shoulder leading him to a door opposite the main door. Jared stops Jensen when they draw close, moving to stand in front of the slave and the door. He pulls out his card, slides it through the slot, and moves to look at Jensen when it opens. “I’ll tell your owners where to find you,” he informs the slave, knowing that without someone coming in later, Jensen will be stuck in the bathroom.
Jensen nods, “Thank you, sir,” he says before stepping through the door. Jared watches as the door closes and turns away, trying not to think about how bad he wants to watch Jensen shower.
“I want him,” Jared says as soon as he’s through the door of his office.
“He’s not for sale. For rent, yes, but he brings in more money than the other slaves,” a middle age woman says. Her husband beside of her not saying a word.
“You forget,” Jared calmly says, stepping around them to sit behind his desk, “I am the Queen’s best pilot, if I want something, I tend to get it.”
Jared watches the woman’s mouth open and shut, seemingly shocked that Jared would call in a favor to his aunt if he doesn’t get his way. When she goes to say something, Jared watches amused as her husband places his hand on the irritated woman’s knee. “You can have him,” he tells Jared, the man’s eyes never moving from his wife’s.
“You can’t,” she hisses at her husband, “He’s worth more than the lap dog to a pilot in the Queen’s Force.”
“I can, and I have,” he tells his wife before standing and facing Jared. “I’ll have the papers drawn up in an hour,” he informs Jared before moving to the office door and waiting for his wife to catch up.
“I want everything with him,” Jared quickly states, “Papers, keys, I want everything.”
“You’ll have it all in an hour, Captain,” the husband promises and walks out the door, quickly followed by his wife.
Notes: A series may come from this, but I'm not sure yet.
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,220
Rating: nc17
Warnings: It's a slave fic, so dub-con at the least, non-con if you want to be crabby.
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: For sazzy_angel's prompt of: The Cosmic Castaway. Featuring slave!Jensen and captain!Jared. From Drabble Meme. One prompt left to claim.
It didn't really go where I wanted it to go, but hope you like it hon.
Jared looks through the small port window in the locked room found on his ship, Cosmic Castaway. The man inside is dressed in skin tight silver pants, lounging on the flat hard bed in the room. Jared’s not sure rather they are painted on or if it really is shiny material. The shirt the man wears is more like a vest, if a vest had such little fabric. Jared’s eyes go higher, over the man’s exposed chest to stop at the plumb lips. At some point his owners most have applied some sort of gloss to the pink lips, because now they are just as shiny as the pants. Higher on the face, green eyes lined with black kohl stares at the far wall. Jared presses his palm over his hard on, pushing down and moaning as he looks back through the window.
Jared uses his card, sliding it through the slot by the door, and stands back as the door opens with a whoosh. As soon as he steps in the door, the door shuts behind him and he walks closer to the man that stands up to be inspected.
Jared stops in front of the man. He reaches out, running his fingers down the slave’s arm stopping at his wrist and raising it. He looks closely at the bracelet, glancing over and seeing a matching one on the other wrist. Connected to the bands are rings to hook a chain to when the slave ventures out of his assigned room. Dropping the man’s arm, Jared moves to circle the still man. “What’s your name?” he asks, standing behind the man and reaching out to squeeze his ass.
“Jensen,” he answers with no emotion in his voice. He doesn’t even respond to the touch of Jared’s. Standing completely still and letting Jared do whatever he wants.
“Take off your clothes,” he whispers leaning closer so the words drift into the Jensen’s ear. Jared stands back a foot and watches as the man slowly and tediously removes the shiny material, folding it before dropping it onto the floor to the right of where he stands. “Get on the bed,” Jared commands, “shoulders down, ass up.” As Jensen moves to comply, Jared crosses the room and takes a bottle of lube from a drawer. “Spread your cheeks,” Jared walks closer, but stops in awe the already stretched hole. “What is this?” Jared whispers, his fingers moving around the rim before sinking all the way in.
“I prepared myself,” Jensen answers, his hands still being used to spread himself for Jared to view.
“Why?” Jared asks, as another finger joins the first, the muscle stretching a little to accommodate the new width.
“My owners told me how busy you are, Captain. They told me to make myself useful so that you could be done quickly.”
“I’ll decide with what I want to be done,” Jared informs him, his right hand raising and falling hard on the flesh of Jensen’s ass causing the man to rock forward.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jensen mumbles, trying to bite back a moan, “I’ll do only what you’ll have me do next time.”
Next time, the statement repeats in Jared’s head. If Jensen’s as good as he looks, he’s sure there will be a next time.
Jared opens his uniform pants one-handed, his right hand pushing and pulling inside of Jensen. The man feels so good against Jared’s fingers that he can’t wait to feel the tight restriction on a harder, hotter body part of his. Opening the bottle with his teeth, Jared tips it upside down, letting the gel substance pour over his hard cock. He throws the bottle on the bed, freeing his hand to circle around his stiff member, spreading the lube over his dick.
Jared quickly removes his fingers, just as swiftly pushing his blood heavy erection into the loosening hole. Jared slips in on one push, groaning at how tight Jensen really is. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out not giving Jensen an time to get used to the intrusion, “I haven’t fucked anyone in nearly seven months,” he moans out as he bites down on Jensen’s shoulder.
“You’re the captain,” Jensen hisses, his body rocking with Jared’s, moving back to push up to meet Jared’s thrust back down, and gliding forward trying to find fiction for his own straining hard on. “You have your pick over your crew,” he whimpers when Jared starts hitting his prostate over and over again.
“Don’t fuck my crew,” Jared almost incoherently replies as he empties his seed deep inside of Jensen. Jared rests his body on Jensen’s, his body weight crushing Jensen into the bed. He starts to rock, moving Jensen back and forth until with a startled yell, the slave comes between himself and the bed. “Too many problems.”
After a few minutes of resting, Jared pulls out of Jensen, listening to the almost soundless whimper that falls from the slave’s lips. Jared tucks himself back into his pants, quickly buttoning the pants with his eyes never moving from the still form of the slave. “May I clean up?” Jensen finally whispers after near five minutes have passed.
“Come,” Jared says, watching as Jensen stands and wobbles closer to Jared’s. Jared places his hand on the slave’s shoulder leading him to a door opposite the main door. Jared stops Jensen when they draw close, moving to stand in front of the slave and the door. He pulls out his card, slides it through the slot, and moves to look at Jensen when it opens. “I’ll tell your owners where to find you,” he informs the slave, knowing that without someone coming in later, Jensen will be stuck in the bathroom.
Jensen nods, “Thank you, sir,” he says before stepping through the door. Jared watches as the door closes and turns away, trying not to think about how bad he wants to watch Jensen shower.
“I want him,” Jared says as soon as he’s through the door of his office.
“He’s not for sale. For rent, yes, but he brings in more money than the other slaves,” a middle age woman says. Her husband beside of her not saying a word.
“You forget,” Jared calmly says, stepping around them to sit behind his desk, “I am the Queen’s best pilot, if I want something, I tend to get it.”
Jared watches the woman’s mouth open and shut, seemingly shocked that Jared would call in a favor to his aunt if he doesn’t get his way. When she goes to say something, Jared watches amused as her husband places his hand on the irritated woman’s knee. “You can have him,” he tells Jared, the man’s eyes never moving from his wife’s.
“You can’t,” she hisses at her husband, “He’s worth more than the lap dog to a pilot in the Queen’s Force.”
“I can, and I have,” he tells his wife before standing and facing Jared. “I’ll have the papers drawn up in an hour,” he informs Jared before moving to the office door and waiting for his wife to catch up.
“I want everything with him,” Jared quickly states, “Papers, keys, I want everything.”
“You’ll have it all in an hour, Captain,” the husband promises and walks out the door, quickly followed by his wife.
Notes: A series may come from this, but I'm not sure yet.