Fic: Tamed (part 2)
Title: Tamed
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Chad/Jared.
Summary: It's been long a long time since Chad's talked to Jared, and it's not like he likes Jensen that much. But all it takes is a little fetish to change everything completely.
“Get him down,” Jensen says. They lift the trunk and drop it unceremoniously on the ground. Jared squeals inside. “That’s good. Close the doors.”
Jensen sits down on the trunk and lights a cigarette. He holds out another and his lighter for Chad to take as he sits down, too.
“Thanks, man,” Chad nods. “So, you never told me what you like, since this isn’t it.”
“There’s just the little things. I love it when he’s under me, when he wants me this way, but I hate it when he’s indifferent, you know. I hate it when he just sinks into his head and I feel like I can’t feel sexy when that happens. I can’t have sex with him when he’s like that,” Jensen says, voice tight as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
Chad nods. “I just didn’t want to be another notch on a gunpost. He was a good friend. He was cocky. He was hot and I wanted him, but you know those actors who are like ‘I fucked everybody on that show’ afterward.”
Jensen snorts. “Yeah, I do.”
“That has the ring of experience, Ackles,” Chad says, nudging Jensen with his arm.
“Jessica,” Jensen nods, taking another drag on his cigarette.
“You’re not serious, Ackles. Jessica Alba?” Chad asks. “Sly dog.”
“You have no idea,” Jensen grins.
“I can hear you assholes!” Jared yells underneath them, reminding them he’s still around.
Chad’s heel kicks backward, into the side of the trunk. “Maybe it’s time to take a hint, then.”
Jensen pulls out a remote to hand to Chad, and pulls out one of his own. They both silently crank them up and Jared’s muted ‘Goddamnit!’ cracks the both of them.
“You’re not so bad, Ackles. Once we get through the bullshit, y’know,” Chad grins. “Can’t hate you for doing what’s been asked of you. You love him?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods, cool breeze swaying the trees around them. The scenery is nice, but they are kind of looking out for park police or something. Smoking and fucking in a park, after all, might not be the smartest thing to do. “Not so bad, yourself.”
It just kind of happens, from there. Sure, it’s fucked up, but leaning in and meeting Jensen’s lips for a soft kiss. There’s a soft gasp, before Chad knows it, Jensen’s tongue is in his mouth, they’re sliding in different directions and this is so not what Chad signed up for, but this is a pretty good booby prize, regardless.
“That was,” Jensen pauses, licking his lips thoughtfully, bending to take one last drag off his cigarette before scuffing it on the back of his shoe.
“You’d better say ‘fuckin hot,’ Ackles,” Chad teases, his leg brushing against Jensen’s. “Too bad you’re going to be doing it again before you can agree.”
This time, Chad slips Jensen’s tongue around his own, and they sidle up to each other real close, Chad’s legs falling open and Jensen’s hands reaching down into Chad’s crotch. Chad gasps, and tries to reach over to slide his hands under Jensen’s shirt to get at his nipples.
“You’re pierced, too?” Chad asks, breathless as he meets smooth chrome imbedded in Jensen’s skin.
“Lots of things you don’t know about me, Mayhem. You just never bothered to ask,” Jensen grins.
“You assholes are making out without me, aren’t you? I thought this was about me?!” Jared asks from in the trunk, voice breaking with frustration of denied orgasm. “Fuck!”
“You wanna help me make him come?” Jensen asks.
“If you wanna help me fuck him,” Chad grins. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”
Taking Jared out of the trunk is easy, and kind of hot, the way that his hair hangs in his eyes as Chad picks him up by the back of the collar and holds him up one handed while Jensen undoes the buckles holding his legs together. Jared’s whole body is shaking silly, hard and hot like he’s unable to do anything like scream before they undo the cuffs around Jared’s hands. They lift him out of the trunk, and Jensen opens up the doors to the truck again.
“Are you gonna take the corset off?” Chad asks, as Jensen lays on his haunches in the back of the truck to get out the lube and condoms.
“Nah. He looks fuckin’ hot,” Jensen remarks.
“Thank you, sir,” Jared says softly before Jensen walks up to him, kissing him wet and hot until Jared melts in his arms, right down onto his knees. Chad can see the blindfold Jared’s wearing: Two little eyepads on a leather strap that circles around his head and locks between layers of his hair. Jared acts like it’s not even there.
“Cut out the ‘sir’ bullshit for a few minutes, will ya, Padalecki?” Chad says.
“Yeah, Jared. You had some lip in that trunk over there. Did you leave it in there?” Jensen asks.
“No…” Jared gasps. “It’s just…”
“You wanted to show Chad how fucked up you are, right? How good you are at it?”
“yes sir,” Jared nods. Jensen bends him over the trunk at the hips, opening his legs and giving Jensen access to the base of the plug that’s been in him. “Please, Jen.”
“Bet this has been driving you,” Jensen pauses for effect, bending over Jared’s back and using his hips to press it in a little further, “crazy, right?”
“Fuck,” Jared groans low in his throat. “Fuck, please, man.”
Jensen starts pulling it out slowly, and stops as the plug reaches it’s widest point, pulling the edges of Jared’s ass wide open before Jensen shoves it back in, hard and complete.
“You’re going to take both of us, Jared,” Jensen declares. “Think you can handle that?”
“I…I dunno,” Jared gasps, raw but still in his own head. Chad can see how grateful Jensen is for that, and tries hard not to think too hard about it.
“Yes or no, Jared. No ‘thinking’ allowed, baby. You know my rules,” Jensen says, pulling the plug out again before pop free, wide head and swelling bubbles of silicone before a prim spine. Just looking at it makes Chad wonder how long they’ve been doing this whole thing, and if they had planned for there being some kind of agreement between the three of them. Jensen frog-marches Jared back to the truck, turning his head gently as he sucks his lips onto Jared’s, dominating the kiss too.
“Do it,” Jared dares. “wanna feel you both inside me.”
Chad thinks it’s hot that Jared gets to say that, and admires him for having the balls. Really, Jared just wants to come, and if he gets stretched out in the process, then he just gets stretched out. On Jensen’s clothed lap, Jared looks insanely debauched, long torso slenderized by black latex and face marred with leather circles for eyes, nipples adorned with silver (maybe even platinum, Chad thinks, although he’s never thought of Jared as the kind of guy…) shiny grey collar around his neck like hot steel, indents and half-bruises in his skin where he’d struggled against the belts and cuffs holding him back and an erection the size of Oklahoma. Chad wonders what the hell is in the water in Vancouver, and why the hell Jared’s been drinking so much of it.
“I wanna feel you both,” Jared begs, legs opening and closing like he’s begging for it now. His free hands grope up Jensen’s thighs automatically, his chest pushing Jensen back into the felt of the bed-liner. He’s splayed outward to face Chad, who takes a seat on the trunk to watch the show.
Jared’s hands feel around until they get to Jensen’s fly, unzippering and unbuttoning and reaching into Jensen’s underwear for his cock before he pushes to tinker with a condom over Jensen’s dick and then slide down like second nature and take Jensen’s cock inside him, sitting on Jensen’s hips to adjust his legs before starting to fuck Jensen in earnest.
“Put your fingers inside yourself while you’re fucking him,” Chad orders, and without a second question Jared’s obeying, sitting backward to fuck his fingers alongside Jensen’s cock.
“Shit, man,” Jensen says, choked.
“I can be even tighter if you want,” Jared remarks, all of his snark infested in one sentence. Chad’s happy, although he didn’t expect Jensen to be this much of a pushover when he doesn’t even fuck Jared while doing this kind of thing. Then again, the Jared riding Jensen’s dick seems a lot more like the Jared he used to know, instead of the one back at the hotel. Even with that super-freaky blindfold on, Jared leans back and acts like he knows Chad’s looking at the two of them, looking at Jared’s slick fingers pulling him apart around Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s hands come to rest on Jared’s hips, and Jared squeaks accordingly when Jensen starts fucking him harder. Chad grabs on to the switch that leads to Jared’s vibrating cockring, and when he turns it up, Jared’s whole body strains. He sits up, cock straining between the solid ring and the vibrating one, and almost collapses into himself if it weren’t for that corset.
“Please, please, please,” Jared starts rattling. “Let me…”
“Let you what, boy?” Chad asks, his voice low and drawn out. “Let me hear it!”
“I want you both inside me! I promise, all you have to do is c’mere and I’ll do all the work. I swear, you guys. I swear. Just…want you both, wanna feel myself between you, wanna have it be good for both of ya’ll.”
And that, well, that just flips all of Chad’s switches. He grabs at Jensen’s ankles and pulls the both of them forward, making Jensen squeal amusingly as Chad loops his finger into Jared’s nipple ring and pulls until Jared gets the point to sit up. Chad pulls Jared onto his lips, and lets himself do what he’s always wanted. Jensen woops behind them, but Chad thinks that might be because of the sudden change of position around his cock, and not because Chad’s going all serpent-tongued on Jared’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jared says, as Chad pushes him back down onto his elbows. Jensen’s hands smooth over the corset, and lead to his nipples, kneading them softly as Chad undoes his pants and lets them drop to the ground, pulling his y-fronts down and reaching for a condom. He smoothes it down and lubes himself up and tries to think of anything remotely unsexy as he comes closer to them.
It’s almost cramped quarters in the back of the truck, but Chad forgets about that when the head of his cock tucks right alongside Jensen’s shaft. Jared’s hands fumble, like they don’t know where to go, and when he stretches to accept it, the air around the three of them becomes terse, all of them balancing like this on the knife’s edge.
Fuck this, Chad thinks, shoving in forcefully as Jared relaxes around him. Once he can feel all of Jensen right beside him, he stops, letting Jared writhe and beg.
“Fuck,” Jared breathes again, and tries to work his hips but Jensen pulls his legs up and out of the way so they can both fuck into Jared at different speeds and angles. Jensen rubs against him, underside to underside, and they both moan as Jared clenches down on them both. “Shit, fuck me! Harder, Faster.”
Chad takes Jared’s lips with a harsh kiss, all tongue and teeth and angriness. “Beg for it.”
“Yeah, Jared, you ready to come?” Jensen asks, selfishly. “Remember who you’re talking to, boy.”
Chad laughs at that, reaching down to slide a hand on Jensen’s thigh. They saw in, slow and steady, stroking all three of them hard and tight.
“I’ll do anything if you just get me off, anything. Just…oh god. Let me come. Fuck me, let me come, I’ll make it so good. I promise! Just, please, I can’t hold it anymore. Ima burst, I’m telling you! Please, oh god please! Fuck me. Fuck me oh god. Fuck me, please?!” Jared’s voice cracks right down the middle against Chad’s lips and his hands scramble for purchase against Jensen’s wrists, bodies in tight motion, petrified and hot.
“Sounds so good,” Jensen sighs. “Wanna fuck you and him until you’re both screaming for it.”
“Fuck,” Jared gasps as Jensen rubs at his nipples again, and pushes Chad’s hand down to his cock ring. “Please, please, please, please. Anything, anywhere, just get me off. Get me off right now, baby.”
Jensen’s hand sneaks the switch on Jared’s vibrating cock ring as Chad snaps off the second cock ring and watches as Jared’s mouth hangs open and he falls backwards, Arching his back even against the boning of his corset. His hands reach backward to bring Jensen’s mouth up to his own, eating flesh like burning. His voice sounds harried, his upper body heaving as much as he could. “Fuck!”
Jared tightens down on their cocks, making both Jensen and Chad hiss, coming together in the least harlequin way possible, Jared’s insides slick with the both of them as they rub against each other. It’s pure sensation, even though they’re both limp.
Jared lazes back on Jensen, reaching down blindly to touch at Chad’s hips before Chad pulls away, leaving Jared to gasp.
“Jesus, Mayhem.” Jensen replies, “Way to show some initiative.”
“Wasn’t hard,” Chad shrugs. Jared scrambles to his knees, gingerly letting Jensen fall out of him, too. Jared leans over, face down in the truck as Jensen pulls up his pants quick. “What’s next?”
“He gets back into the trunk until we get to the hotel, that’s what,” Jensen grins.
Jared looks up at the both of them like he doesn’t have a blindfold on. “What?”
“You heard me,” Jensen says, watching as Chad slips the condom off and ties it in a knot. “What, you thought I was going all soft on you because Chad convinced me to fuck you?”
Jared sighs wistfully, hair framing his face, lips sore and body fucked out. “No, sir.”
“Good boy,” Jensen cooes.
“I really hate you guys,” Jared says from the trunk, cock ring still vibrating as they take the long way back.
“We know you do,” Jensen offers, and pounds on the top until Jared finally relaxes a bit. “You could out, any time now, you know.”
“What the hell is wrong with that?” Chad asks.
“Nothing in particular,” Jensen shrugs. “Just, Jared absolutely hates to use his out unless he’s real uncomfortable. Think I’ll brag otherwise.”
“And would you?” Chad asks.
“Nah, mayhem. He wants out, then he wants out. No questions asked,” Jensen shrugs. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that at all, man.”
“I want a table. Near the window,” Jared strains, and instantly, Jensen’s reaching his fingers to the trunk and popping open the locks, flipping the lid.
“What was the problem in that, Jare?” Chad asks, but it’s not like it matters much anyway. “I mean, other than the fact that you’ve now got to talk through a hotel lobby in a corset, the scariest blindfold I’ve ever seen and no pants. That’ll be stunning publicity for Supernatural, I’m sure. Ackles, take that goddamn blindfold off him before it ruins my dreams.”
Jared groans as Jensen pulls his head down by the hair before undoing the buckles to his blindfold. “Shut it, Chad. Where are we, anyway?”
Jensen reaches to glaze his fingers over Jared’s collar. “You want this off?”
Jared reaches up and looks at it in the rear view mirror, looks at Jensen’s fingers sliding over it softly. “Don’t. Love the way it feels on me, love the way it looks.”
“you don’t have to,” Jensen says, but Jared stops him.
“Want to, Jen.” Jared grins, wide and like himself, happy and neverending, even if he is hanging halfway out of a trunk like a fucked up muppet. “Would wear it on set, if I could.”
Jensen stretches and lays a kiss over Jared’s lips, grinning when Jared drags over to whisper in his ear. Jensen purrs deep, satisfied and happy with his lover, and Chad feels his stomach pull with something remotely envious. They’re doing this simply for the fun of it, and he’s just the driver, the third wheel. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Mmm, yeah.” Jared smiles.
“Sorry to wreck this moment, but um, we still haven’t solved the pants problem, yet,” Chad points out.
Jared undoes the vibrating cockring that is still on him just to frustrate and arouse him over and over again before looking up through the windows. “Where are we, anyway?”
“Taking the long way back to your prissy little hotel, princess,” Chad snerks.
“Fuck you,” Jared ribs.
“You did about 20 minutes ago, idiot. Your ass not still hurting?” Jared asks.
“Now, children,” Jensen commands, voice whiskey smooth, “settle before I make you settle, and you won’t like that at all. “Jared, there should be some clothes in the red bag we left under the seat.”
“You were leaving that under the seat?” Jared asks. “I took it out.”
“Well, then, I guess you’re going back into that trunk,” Chad smirks.
“I’ve got half a mind to stick you in that trunk with him,” Jensen snaps. “Check the backpack, Jared.”
Jared bends over the trunk, and smiles happily when he pulls out the red drawstring bag with clothes in it. Jensen cuffs Chad behind the head at a redlight, and smiles at Jared softly. “Good that someone I know follows directions.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jared says, rolling his eyes as he tries his best to shrug on a shirt and jeans when he can barely even bend over at the waist. “Maybe you should dominate him, next.”
Jensen looks at Jared, and Chad turns to smirk at Jensen, a silent dare. “Well, Jay, Maybe.”
Chad doesn’t know when or how he consented to this, but the collar, black where Jared’s is grey, feels good around Chad’s throat, and he lets his mind wander with what Jensen’s going to do with him, now that he’s proven he’ll exact any action he thinks you need. The material is unyielding against his throat, an insistent obey where he often would not, but that still doesn’t mean that Jensen’s going to have him pull the same Children of the Corn routine Jared pulled earlier today. No, no way.
Chad’s pulled out of his thoughts as Jensen stands in front of him, crop in one hand and leash in the other. For not liking the idea of this, Jensen looks powerful and sexy in front of him, even as he stands naked except for his boots. His erection is hard and red, and Chad knows that he’ll be making the best of it whether or not he genuinely wants to. That’s alright, Jared guesses. It could be worse.
“Please.” Chad says, coldly.
“Please what, mayhem?” Jensen asks, curiously. He waits for a beat, and Chad suddenly gets a sharp line across the back of his thigh, right down the fleshy inside where his legs are parted open on the chair.
“Please Sir,” Chad says, licking his lips, before his face drops easily into his cocky smile again. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this…I don’t need any punishment for…”
“Who said it was about punishment, hmm?” Jensen asks him. Jared looks over, arms still belted together in a ball like it will prevent him from trying to touch anything he isn’t supposed to. “Suppose, I dunno. Suppose it’s about reward, uh? Or about roots. Or maybe it’s just about you wanting to let go of that control for a little while, what about that, then? Not valid, huh?”
Chad doesn’t respond to that.
“Or maybe,” Jensen says, thoughtfully tapping his chin. “Maybe it’s just that you need that punishment, that’s it. Want me to be rough with you, Mayhem? Don’t fool yourself.”
“I won’t, sir,” Chad nods. It’s a tense moment in the room, and Chad figures he’s going to have to be the one in the room that breaks it. Happy birthday to me, he thinks. “I want you to spank me, sir.”
“Now, see? We’re making progress already.” Jensen smiles, sparkling and pretty as he sits down next to Jared, kissing Jared heatedly as he fishes his cock out of Jared’s pants. “Get up. Sit over my lap, want your head on Jared’s dick.”
Well, that’s bold.
Chad does as follows, sitting over Jensen’s thighs and putting his head in Jared’s crotch. He licks his lips and timidly fits his mouth around Jared’s cock. Without warning or time to prepare himself against it, the reign of harsh spanks stars falling on Chad’s ass. Jared groans as Chad hums around him, his dick sliding further into Jared’s mouth.
Jensen’s hand caresses Chad’s ass cheek like he’s trying to will away the hurt, and Jensen smiles as he fits a hand over Chad’s ass, too. A little bit of lube, and it might be time for a CW sandwich with him as the filling, if they keep poking and prodding and slapping and tracing fingers teasingly under the curve of Chad’s ass and into the back of his thighs. He stretches, and begs a little, but to no avail, especially as Jared pushes him down further on that cock with a hand to the back of his head. It’s hard, because everytime Chad builds a steady rhythm, Jensen does something to break it, either a particularly hard spank, or a brush of thigh against Chad’s weeping cock, or two fingers shoved up ruthless against Chad’s prostate that he can’t refuse. He tries to make it good for jared, make Jared moan and squirm, but that doesn’t quite happen while Jared’s in on the ‘make Chad feel like a dick’ party that’s going on, right now. They spank him, finger fuck him in tangent, Jared orders him to get him off.
A few flourishes of tongue and a well placed had makes Jared come. It’s not big, or strained or anything half as pretty as watching him in the back of the suburban was, but it does him just fine, especially as Jensen pulls him up to sitting and licks the come right out of his mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, until you’re begging for me to make you come,” Jensen says, and at any other time this whole domineering master routine would be the cheesiest thing that Chad’s ever seen, but then again, he only started liking Ackles today, and it’s not like people never change, anyway.
“Bring it on.” Chad dares, and before he knows it, Jensen’s got a jockey grip on his riding crop and he’s pushed Chad into the coffee table, face down and bent over, spread wide.
“Best remember your place, boy.”
“On top of you, right?” Chad asks, and gets hit on the underside of his dick, where it hangs full between his legs. Jensen makes the noise of the crop ring true in his ears, sending his whole body up in flames. It hurts, but it makes him harder, as well, the leather of the crop slapping right against the crown, sparks of sensation thrown against his spine. Jensen steps back to change his grip on the crop a bit, and comes back only to make Chad scream with how much it hurts.
“Beg me to fuck you, Mayhem,” Jensen coos, soft and perfect and maybe even a little bit feminine. “Call me by my proper name and beg me to fuck you.”
Chad grips onto the table, lets his tailbone go, and when Jensen starts painting large ‘x’s on Chad’s ass with precision, he doesn’t want to give up, but he has no other choice.
“Okay, okay! Jesus, you’re fucking serious about this,” Chad says.
Jensen’s hand falls into Chad’s hair and he hisses forcefully. “Beg!”
“Fuck me, goddamnit. Fuck me hard, fuck me,” Chad gasps, remembering himself at the last minute. “Please, sir! I want you in me, I want it hard, sir!”
Jensen sounds pleased with himself and with Chad, even as he lands another strike on Chad’s ass. “That’s more like it.”
“Fuck! Shit, Jensen, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I can’t get any clearer than that. Just do it! Just fuck me,” Chad gasps, strains through his teeth. “Fuck. Me. Sir.”
Jensen grins happily, “Good. Get up so I can do this right and fuck you on a bed.”
Jensen moves away, and Chad pushes up to his feet gingerly. Jared takes hold of Chad’s hand, pulling him onto his lips, easing his head to the side happily, opening Chad’s mouth forcefully as he can. Chad’s blood roars through his ears, helpless but to accept Jared’s tongue in his mouth, unfortunately needy. Jared kisses him breathless, thumb on his chin, punch drunk by how frank Jared’s being.
Jared pushes away, turning Chad around to face the bedroom door and pushing him in.
“Go,” Jared orders dark and smooth, and when Chad does, Jared looks at Jensen who’s already waiting inside. “Sit on the bed.”
He does as ordered, and watches as Jared walks over to Jensen’s chair as he shrugs off his shirt, falling on his knees and presenting his neck and chest, proudly. Jensen whispers something to him, and Jared responds, pressing his lips chastely to Jensen’s, eyes gleaming in a moment that makes Chad feel like an intruder. Jensen’s finger slips over Jared’s collar, and Jensen’s free hand works on the zipper of Jared’s corset, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.
“Thank you, sir,” Jared breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a long gasp of air.
“You did good, today,” Jensen says out loud, passing a neat hand through Jared’s hair. Jared bites at his bottom lip and eases into the touch, “Like I expected.”
“I’m glad,” Jared smiles, “Sir.”
“Shhh,” Jensen grins, and whispers something into Jared’s ear as he takes the collar from Jared’s neck, hands soft with lover’s touch. They kiss, soft and slow and when Jared’s eyes lead to Chad, there’s nothing more than intensity, tight and hot and unruly intensity. Jared rises to his feet gracefully, tongue clicking against his pallet as he prowls around Chad like an animal.
“We’re going to fuck you, mayhem. Until you beg. Bet you’ll love to beg,” Jensen smiles, already getting on the bed.
“Gonna make you come so hard, Chad. You won’t even believe it,” Jared adds. He sits beside Chad, fingers ghosting as he pushes Chad back. His lips brush against Chad’s shoulders as Jensen’s hands scratch down Chad’s legs, pumping at his cock, bringing two fingers to his mouth before trailing them down into the valley of Chad’s ass.
“Oh god,” Chad moans, feeling the slight press of a finger against his entrance. His eyes flutter shut, his legs spread open, and Jared captures Chad’s mouth again. “Please, sir. Fuck me, fuck me, please.”
“You beg so good,” Jared groans. “You think you can suck my cock as good as you beg?”
“Anything,” Chad gasps. “Fuck.”
The first press of fingers inside Chad makes him hold his breath, and as they slowly stretch and prepare him, he reaches for Jared’s jeans again, reaches for Jared’s cock.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Jared asks, voice low. “You’ll get it, soon enough. Get it from both ends.”
The thought just helps to fuel the fire that they’ve started, and all Chad can think about is how he looks right now, how they saw right through him, how Jensen’s got to spread his legs and fuck him right through a wall if they don’t stop quick.
“Please,” Chad groans.
“You’ll get it in a minute,” Jensen says, amused. “You’ll get it good, just wait.”
“Fuck you, I want it now.” Chad barks, and feels his head being pushed backward by Jared’s hand.
“That anyway to talk to the man who’s gonna have his dick in your ass as soon as he thinks you’re ready?” Jared asks, and Chad freezes promptly, “we could leave you high and dry, for all you care.”
“And don’t forget, there’s always the trunk,” Jensen adds, thoughtfully.
“I am not getting into that stupid trunk for you fuckers. Just fuck me already! What more do I have to say, huh? What more do I have to do, sir? Just say the word, I’m ready to do anything you need,” Chad groans, but freezes promptly when he feels Jensen’s cock push through his entrance without giving him time to adjust.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans. “He’s tight. Tighter than I expected, originally.”
“Bet he doesn’t take it up the ass as much as he’d like,” Jared says, helpfully, as he crawls over Chad’s prone form and slides his cock into Chad’s mouth. Chad laves at the head thoughtfully. “Yeah, you lick me like that.”
Jared passes wet lips over Chad’s torso, over the skin between his navel and his cock, and does the same to Jensen, the two of them meeting in a kiss while Chad is between them, strung out and over-stimulated from being taken at both ends. He counts his blessings that they haven’t tried another kind of double penetration on him, yet. And don’t get him started on fisting, either.
“Feel good, Chad? Wanna come?” Jensen asks, and when Chad reaches for his hand, he smiles warmly, putting a hand over Chad’s neck, over the collar. It’s powerful, Chad feels owned by everything, by Jared’s cock in his throat, by Jensen’s hand on his adam’s apple, by the collar Jensen had strung on him after declaring, you’re ours now.”
Being owned so unabashedly might just be the life, Chad sighs, thinking to himself. Perhaps it’s how Jared adapted to Vancouver life, retreating into himself and inside Jensen as he clamps out everybody else. Not quite love, but not quite punishment, either. Something else, Chad thinks. Jensen moves just right, and even Chad’s thoughts are stolen away from him, hot and wet and right as if there ever was anything of the such.
“I know I’m gonna come,” Jared says happily, the stamina of a horse jamming his cock down Chad’s throat. He tries to make it good, make no mistake, it’s just hard to do something like that when Jensen’s drilling into him like a machine. He whimpers, looking at Jensen as much as he can, and when Jensen looks like he’s gonna come, Chad takes his mouth away from Jared, free hand jacking Jared off until he comes on Chad’s face, in his hair and on his chest.
Jensen traces a finger through Jared’s come as it falls off Chad’s chin. He licks at it curiously, like he’s trying to taste wine. Jensen’s hips stop fucking into him as hard as they did before, Chad whines, toes curling and back arching.
“Look good that way, Mayhem. Could lick you clean of that, it’s so tasty,” Jensen says.
“I aim to please,” Chad says, cocky even with Jensen’s dick up his ass.
“Good,” Jared whispers in Chad’s ear. “Mean’s you’re learning. Jensen loves it when he makes you learn things. Spanked me while I recited a fucking multiplication table, once.”
“Didn’t need to know that, Padalecki,” Chad snaps, but Jensen’s hips answer the smart remark with a snap of its own.
“Don’t sass my boy, Mayhem. Still haven’t made you come yet and technically. I don’t have to make you come at all, do I?” Jensen asks.
“No, sir,” Chad says. “I’m sorry, sir.”
The thrusts become harder, each one throwing Chad’s head into Jared’s hips, like he’s trying to fuck at Jared through Chad. It has Jared hard again, eventually. Toes curled and body all curled up, Jensen’s taking his time.
“You should know, Chad,” Jared begins, as Chad writhes on the bed again at the business end of a particularly hard stroke. His eyes squeeze shut and his whole body goes on red alert, just on the edge of coming, just barely unattainable, the way Jensen’s rubbing against his prostate.
“What, man? What?” Chad starts. “Please! C’mon, I’m begging. Isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that what you asked me for? Make me come, Jensen.”
Hands in Chad’s hair, Jared smiles. “Jensen can go all day. Go until I tell him to stop. Those hips were what brought me to my knees, first. Fucked me until I begged for him to stop, for him to do whatever he wanted to me if he just gave me a break. There’s claw marks from it on the headboard at home. He’ll do it to you, too, if you don’t come.”
“All about proving my dominance,” Jensen says, punctuating with a thrust that makes Chad see stars, mouth wide open as Jared leaves him alone, prowling slow over to Jensen’s corner.
They both look over Chad like a pair of hungry animals, and Jared licks two of his fingers and presses wet lips to Jensen’s ear, speaking loud enough for Chad to just barely hear, “I’ll fuck you silly if you let him come.”
“I know,” Jensen nods, “It’s just that I like it, I love watching him like this,” Jensen sighs. “Where’s all that cocky arrogance now, hmm?”
Jensen’s hips stutter and Chad puts two and two together, watching as Jared slides his fingers into Jensen’s ass.
The minute Jensen feels familiar fingers inside of him, Jensen’s hips spin out of control, and he reaches down with a steady hand to finish Chad off. He’s ready to come, and the mere touch of a dutiful hand to his cock makes Chad comes, body shaking tight and rattling apart as Jensen continues pushing inside him.
Instantly, Jared takes hold of Jensen’s hips, Pulling him backward onto his cock, and thrusting up with a brutal pace. He pushes Jensen’s face down into the vee of Chad’s hips, coating his face in Chad’s fresh come. Jared fucks at him so hard it makes Jensen scream, his eyes snapping shut as he voices his enthusiasm. Jared masterfully takes the condom off of Jensen’s cock before jerking at him tight, and when Jensen opens his thighs further and screams his approval as he comes, empties everything he’s ever had out into Jared’s hand, head down until he’s done and satisfied, and when he’s at the end of his rope, Jared comes inside him with a grunt.
The three of them lay there, in ruined sheets and bathed in dried come, and Chad never genuinely wants to leave.
“Thanks, man,” Jared says, after Chad gets out of the shower. “You sure you don’t want to come and nap with us?”
“I can’t,” Chad shrugs. “Early shoot tomorrow.”
“I can understand that,” Jared nods. “We’ll be in town for a few more days, you know.”
“I do now,” Chad nods. “It’s not like I won’t be back here if I can squeak away. If only to get those two extra Cigarettes back from your boy, there.”
Jared walks him to the door, “I’ll be sure to tell him. Get him prepared. You can put the collar on him next time, you know?”
“Extra incentive, Padalecki? Didn’t know you cared,” Chad’s face pulls up into a smirk before he presses his hands into Jared’s face and brings their lips together for a kiss. “you slow him down, for a minute. Pay attention to his ass for once.”
“He did this for me, you know,” Jared nods. “I know I’ll be doing whatever he wants for the next three months.”
“Send video tapes,” Chad says. “I’m sorry about…”
“It’s in the past, Mayhem,” Jared grins. “Told you you’d fuck me eventually, whether you like it or not.”
Chad can hear those words, spoken years ago so fiercely, and smiles. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Funny how that works, right?” Jared says. “Go before I pull you back in here and fuck you again.”
“You’ve got the stamina of a small animal,” Chad laughs, softly.
“Of a large animal, you mean,” Jared says.
“A large animal that can be fit into a trunk,” Chad says, patronizingly, and when Jared’s mouth shuts over it, Chad’s lips slip over his one last time. “Keep the bed warm for me, Padalecki?”
“I’ll keep Jensen loose for you, how about that?” Jared asks.
“Never did understand the proper use of a metaphor, did you, Abominable snowman?” Chad asks, and then turns around and walks away. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Jared asks.
“For changing my mind about you and him.”
“Like you really care about that bullshit, Mayhem,” Jared snorts, and shuts the door.
Chad picks up his cell phone the next day, biting his lips as a new text message blinks
"Jensen wants you to fuck him.”
Chad puts his cell phone down, and goes to put on a different pair of pants.
Today will be an exceedingly good day.
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Chad/Jared.
Summary: It's been long a long time since Chad's talked to Jared, and it's not like he likes Jensen that much. But all it takes is a little fetish to change everything completely.
“Get him down,” Jensen says. They lift the trunk and drop it unceremoniously on the ground. Jared squeals inside. “That’s good. Close the doors.”
Jensen sits down on the trunk and lights a cigarette. He holds out another and his lighter for Chad to take as he sits down, too.
“Thanks, man,” Chad nods. “So, you never told me what you like, since this isn’t it.”
“There’s just the little things. I love it when he’s under me, when he wants me this way, but I hate it when he’s indifferent, you know. I hate it when he just sinks into his head and I feel like I can’t feel sexy when that happens. I can’t have sex with him when he’s like that,” Jensen says, voice tight as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
Chad nods. “I just didn’t want to be another notch on a gunpost. He was a good friend. He was cocky. He was hot and I wanted him, but you know those actors who are like ‘I fucked everybody on that show’ afterward.”
Jensen snorts. “Yeah, I do.”
“That has the ring of experience, Ackles,” Chad says, nudging Jensen with his arm.
“Jessica,” Jensen nods, taking another drag on his cigarette.
“You’re not serious, Ackles. Jessica Alba?” Chad asks. “Sly dog.”
“You have no idea,” Jensen grins.
“I can hear you assholes!” Jared yells underneath them, reminding them he’s still around.
Chad’s heel kicks backward, into the side of the trunk. “Maybe it’s time to take a hint, then.”
Jensen pulls out a remote to hand to Chad, and pulls out one of his own. They both silently crank them up and Jared’s muted ‘Goddamnit!’ cracks the both of them.
“You’re not so bad, Ackles. Once we get through the bullshit, y’know,” Chad grins. “Can’t hate you for doing what’s been asked of you. You love him?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods, cool breeze swaying the trees around them. The scenery is nice, but they are kind of looking out for park police or something. Smoking and fucking in a park, after all, might not be the smartest thing to do. “Not so bad, yourself.”
It just kind of happens, from there. Sure, it’s fucked up, but leaning in and meeting Jensen’s lips for a soft kiss. There’s a soft gasp, before Chad knows it, Jensen’s tongue is in his mouth, they’re sliding in different directions and this is so not what Chad signed up for, but this is a pretty good booby prize, regardless.
“That was,” Jensen pauses, licking his lips thoughtfully, bending to take one last drag off his cigarette before scuffing it on the back of his shoe.
“You’d better say ‘fuckin hot,’ Ackles,” Chad teases, his leg brushing against Jensen’s. “Too bad you’re going to be doing it again before you can agree.”
This time, Chad slips Jensen’s tongue around his own, and they sidle up to each other real close, Chad’s legs falling open and Jensen’s hands reaching down into Chad’s crotch. Chad gasps, and tries to reach over to slide his hands under Jensen’s shirt to get at his nipples.
“You’re pierced, too?” Chad asks, breathless as he meets smooth chrome imbedded in Jensen’s skin.
“Lots of things you don’t know about me, Mayhem. You just never bothered to ask,” Jensen grins.
“You assholes are making out without me, aren’t you? I thought this was about me?!” Jared asks from in the trunk, voice breaking with frustration of denied orgasm. “Fuck!”
“You wanna help me make him come?” Jensen asks.
“If you wanna help me fuck him,” Chad grins. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”
Taking Jared out of the trunk is easy, and kind of hot, the way that his hair hangs in his eyes as Chad picks him up by the back of the collar and holds him up one handed while Jensen undoes the buckles holding his legs together. Jared’s whole body is shaking silly, hard and hot like he’s unable to do anything like scream before they undo the cuffs around Jared’s hands. They lift him out of the trunk, and Jensen opens up the doors to the truck again.
“Are you gonna take the corset off?” Chad asks, as Jensen lays on his haunches in the back of the truck to get out the lube and condoms.
“Nah. He looks fuckin’ hot,” Jensen remarks.
“Thank you, sir,” Jared says softly before Jensen walks up to him, kissing him wet and hot until Jared melts in his arms, right down onto his knees. Chad can see the blindfold Jared’s wearing: Two little eyepads on a leather strap that circles around his head and locks between layers of his hair. Jared acts like it’s not even there.
“Cut out the ‘sir’ bullshit for a few minutes, will ya, Padalecki?” Chad says.
“Yeah, Jared. You had some lip in that trunk over there. Did you leave it in there?” Jensen asks.
“No…” Jared gasps. “It’s just…”
“You wanted to show Chad how fucked up you are, right? How good you are at it?”
“yes sir,” Jared nods. Jensen bends him over the trunk at the hips, opening his legs and giving Jensen access to the base of the plug that’s been in him. “Please, Jen.”
“Bet this has been driving you,” Jensen pauses for effect, bending over Jared’s back and using his hips to press it in a little further, “crazy, right?”
“Fuck,” Jared groans low in his throat. “Fuck, please, man.”
Jensen starts pulling it out slowly, and stops as the plug reaches it’s widest point, pulling the edges of Jared’s ass wide open before Jensen shoves it back in, hard and complete.
“You’re going to take both of us, Jared,” Jensen declares. “Think you can handle that?”
“I…I dunno,” Jared gasps, raw but still in his own head. Chad can see how grateful Jensen is for that, and tries hard not to think too hard about it.
“Yes or no, Jared. No ‘thinking’ allowed, baby. You know my rules,” Jensen says, pulling the plug out again before pop free, wide head and swelling bubbles of silicone before a prim spine. Just looking at it makes Chad wonder how long they’ve been doing this whole thing, and if they had planned for there being some kind of agreement between the three of them. Jensen frog-marches Jared back to the truck, turning his head gently as he sucks his lips onto Jared’s, dominating the kiss too.
“Do it,” Jared dares. “wanna feel you both inside me.”
Chad thinks it’s hot that Jared gets to say that, and admires him for having the balls. Really, Jared just wants to come, and if he gets stretched out in the process, then he just gets stretched out. On Jensen’s clothed lap, Jared looks insanely debauched, long torso slenderized by black latex and face marred with leather circles for eyes, nipples adorned with silver (maybe even platinum, Chad thinks, although he’s never thought of Jared as the kind of guy…) shiny grey collar around his neck like hot steel, indents and half-bruises in his skin where he’d struggled against the belts and cuffs holding him back and an erection the size of Oklahoma. Chad wonders what the hell is in the water in Vancouver, and why the hell Jared’s been drinking so much of it.
“I wanna feel you both,” Jared begs, legs opening and closing like he’s begging for it now. His free hands grope up Jensen’s thighs automatically, his chest pushing Jensen back into the felt of the bed-liner. He’s splayed outward to face Chad, who takes a seat on the trunk to watch the show.
Jared’s hands feel around until they get to Jensen’s fly, unzippering and unbuttoning and reaching into Jensen’s underwear for his cock before he pushes to tinker with a condom over Jensen’s dick and then slide down like second nature and take Jensen’s cock inside him, sitting on Jensen’s hips to adjust his legs before starting to fuck Jensen in earnest.
“Put your fingers inside yourself while you’re fucking him,” Chad orders, and without a second question Jared’s obeying, sitting backward to fuck his fingers alongside Jensen’s cock.
“Shit, man,” Jensen says, choked.
“I can be even tighter if you want,” Jared remarks, all of his snark infested in one sentence. Chad’s happy, although he didn’t expect Jensen to be this much of a pushover when he doesn’t even fuck Jared while doing this kind of thing. Then again, the Jared riding Jensen’s dick seems a lot more like the Jared he used to know, instead of the one back at the hotel. Even with that super-freaky blindfold on, Jared leans back and acts like he knows Chad’s looking at the two of them, looking at Jared’s slick fingers pulling him apart around Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s hands come to rest on Jared’s hips, and Jared squeaks accordingly when Jensen starts fucking him harder. Chad grabs on to the switch that leads to Jared’s vibrating cockring, and when he turns it up, Jared’s whole body strains. He sits up, cock straining between the solid ring and the vibrating one, and almost collapses into himself if it weren’t for that corset.
“Please, please, please,” Jared starts rattling. “Let me…”
“Let you what, boy?” Chad asks, his voice low and drawn out. “Let me hear it!”
“I want you both inside me! I promise, all you have to do is c’mere and I’ll do all the work. I swear, you guys. I swear. Just…want you both, wanna feel myself between you, wanna have it be good for both of ya’ll.”
And that, well, that just flips all of Chad’s switches. He grabs at Jensen’s ankles and pulls the both of them forward, making Jensen squeal amusingly as Chad loops his finger into Jared’s nipple ring and pulls until Jared gets the point to sit up. Chad pulls Jared onto his lips, and lets himself do what he’s always wanted. Jensen woops behind them, but Chad thinks that might be because of the sudden change of position around his cock, and not because Chad’s going all serpent-tongued on Jared’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jared says, as Chad pushes him back down onto his elbows. Jensen’s hands smooth over the corset, and lead to his nipples, kneading them softly as Chad undoes his pants and lets them drop to the ground, pulling his y-fronts down and reaching for a condom. He smoothes it down and lubes himself up and tries to think of anything remotely unsexy as he comes closer to them.
It’s almost cramped quarters in the back of the truck, but Chad forgets about that when the head of his cock tucks right alongside Jensen’s shaft. Jared’s hands fumble, like they don’t know where to go, and when he stretches to accept it, the air around the three of them becomes terse, all of them balancing like this on the knife’s edge.
Fuck this, Chad thinks, shoving in forcefully as Jared relaxes around him. Once he can feel all of Jensen right beside him, he stops, letting Jared writhe and beg.
“Fuck,” Jared breathes again, and tries to work his hips but Jensen pulls his legs up and out of the way so they can both fuck into Jared at different speeds and angles. Jensen rubs against him, underside to underside, and they both moan as Jared clenches down on them both. “Shit, fuck me! Harder, Faster.”
Chad takes Jared’s lips with a harsh kiss, all tongue and teeth and angriness. “Beg for it.”
“Yeah, Jared, you ready to come?” Jensen asks, selfishly. “Remember who you’re talking to, boy.”
Chad laughs at that, reaching down to slide a hand on Jensen’s thigh. They saw in, slow and steady, stroking all three of them hard and tight.
“I’ll do anything if you just get me off, anything. Just…oh god. Let me come. Fuck me, let me come, I’ll make it so good. I promise! Just, please, I can’t hold it anymore. Ima burst, I’m telling you! Please, oh god please! Fuck me. Fuck me oh god. Fuck me, please?!” Jared’s voice cracks right down the middle against Chad’s lips and his hands scramble for purchase against Jensen’s wrists, bodies in tight motion, petrified and hot.
“Sounds so good,” Jensen sighs. “Wanna fuck you and him until you’re both screaming for it.”
“Fuck,” Jared gasps as Jensen rubs at his nipples again, and pushes Chad’s hand down to his cock ring. “Please, please, please, please. Anything, anywhere, just get me off. Get me off right now, baby.”
Jensen’s hand sneaks the switch on Jared’s vibrating cock ring as Chad snaps off the second cock ring and watches as Jared’s mouth hangs open and he falls backwards, Arching his back even against the boning of his corset. His hands reach backward to bring Jensen’s mouth up to his own, eating flesh like burning. His voice sounds harried, his upper body heaving as much as he could. “Fuck!”
Jared tightens down on their cocks, making both Jensen and Chad hiss, coming together in the least harlequin way possible, Jared’s insides slick with the both of them as they rub against each other. It’s pure sensation, even though they’re both limp.
Jared lazes back on Jensen, reaching down blindly to touch at Chad’s hips before Chad pulls away, leaving Jared to gasp.
“Jesus, Mayhem.” Jensen replies, “Way to show some initiative.”
“Wasn’t hard,” Chad shrugs. Jared scrambles to his knees, gingerly letting Jensen fall out of him, too. Jared leans over, face down in the truck as Jensen pulls up his pants quick. “What’s next?”
“He gets back into the trunk until we get to the hotel, that’s what,” Jensen grins.
Jared looks up at the both of them like he doesn’t have a blindfold on. “What?”
“You heard me,” Jensen says, watching as Chad slips the condom off and ties it in a knot. “What, you thought I was going all soft on you because Chad convinced me to fuck you?”
Jared sighs wistfully, hair framing his face, lips sore and body fucked out. “No, sir.”
“Good boy,” Jensen cooes.
“I really hate you guys,” Jared says from the trunk, cock ring still vibrating as they take the long way back.
“We know you do,” Jensen offers, and pounds on the top until Jared finally relaxes a bit. “You could out, any time now, you know.”
“What the hell is wrong with that?” Chad asks.
“Nothing in particular,” Jensen shrugs. “Just, Jared absolutely hates to use his out unless he’s real uncomfortable. Think I’ll brag otherwise.”
“And would you?” Chad asks.
“Nah, mayhem. He wants out, then he wants out. No questions asked,” Jensen shrugs. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that at all, man.”
“I want a table. Near the window,” Jared strains, and instantly, Jensen’s reaching his fingers to the trunk and popping open the locks, flipping the lid.
“What was the problem in that, Jare?” Chad asks, but it’s not like it matters much anyway. “I mean, other than the fact that you’ve now got to talk through a hotel lobby in a corset, the scariest blindfold I’ve ever seen and no pants. That’ll be stunning publicity for Supernatural, I’m sure. Ackles, take that goddamn blindfold off him before it ruins my dreams.”
Jared groans as Jensen pulls his head down by the hair before undoing the buckles to his blindfold. “Shut it, Chad. Where are we, anyway?”
Jensen reaches to glaze his fingers over Jared’s collar. “You want this off?”
Jared reaches up and looks at it in the rear view mirror, looks at Jensen’s fingers sliding over it softly. “Don’t. Love the way it feels on me, love the way it looks.”
“you don’t have to,” Jensen says, but Jared stops him.
“Want to, Jen.” Jared grins, wide and like himself, happy and neverending, even if he is hanging halfway out of a trunk like a fucked up muppet. “Would wear it on set, if I could.”
Jensen stretches and lays a kiss over Jared’s lips, grinning when Jared drags over to whisper in his ear. Jensen purrs deep, satisfied and happy with his lover, and Chad feels his stomach pull with something remotely envious. They’re doing this simply for the fun of it, and he’s just the driver, the third wheel. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Mmm, yeah.” Jared smiles.
“Sorry to wreck this moment, but um, we still haven’t solved the pants problem, yet,” Chad points out.
Jared undoes the vibrating cockring that is still on him just to frustrate and arouse him over and over again before looking up through the windows. “Where are we, anyway?”
“Taking the long way back to your prissy little hotel, princess,” Chad snerks.
“Fuck you,” Jared ribs.
“You did about 20 minutes ago, idiot. Your ass not still hurting?” Jared asks.
“Now, children,” Jensen commands, voice whiskey smooth, “settle before I make you settle, and you won’t like that at all. “Jared, there should be some clothes in the red bag we left under the seat.”
“You were leaving that under the seat?” Jared asks. “I took it out.”
“Well, then, I guess you’re going back into that trunk,” Chad smirks.
“I’ve got half a mind to stick you in that trunk with him,” Jensen snaps. “Check the backpack, Jared.”
Jared bends over the trunk, and smiles happily when he pulls out the red drawstring bag with clothes in it. Jensen cuffs Chad behind the head at a redlight, and smiles at Jared softly. “Good that someone I know follows directions.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jared says, rolling his eyes as he tries his best to shrug on a shirt and jeans when he can barely even bend over at the waist. “Maybe you should dominate him, next.”
Jensen looks at Jared, and Chad turns to smirk at Jensen, a silent dare. “Well, Jay, Maybe.”
Chad doesn’t know when or how he consented to this, but the collar, black where Jared’s is grey, feels good around Chad’s throat, and he lets his mind wander with what Jensen’s going to do with him, now that he’s proven he’ll exact any action he thinks you need. The material is unyielding against his throat, an insistent obey where he often would not, but that still doesn’t mean that Jensen’s going to have him pull the same Children of the Corn routine Jared pulled earlier today. No, no way.
Chad’s pulled out of his thoughts as Jensen stands in front of him, crop in one hand and leash in the other. For not liking the idea of this, Jensen looks powerful and sexy in front of him, even as he stands naked except for his boots. His erection is hard and red, and Chad knows that he’ll be making the best of it whether or not he genuinely wants to. That’s alright, Jared guesses. It could be worse.
“Please.” Chad says, coldly.
“Please what, mayhem?” Jensen asks, curiously. He waits for a beat, and Chad suddenly gets a sharp line across the back of his thigh, right down the fleshy inside where his legs are parted open on the chair.
“Please Sir,” Chad says, licking his lips, before his face drops easily into his cocky smile again. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this…I don’t need any punishment for…”
“Who said it was about punishment, hmm?” Jensen asks him. Jared looks over, arms still belted together in a ball like it will prevent him from trying to touch anything he isn’t supposed to. “Suppose, I dunno. Suppose it’s about reward, uh? Or about roots. Or maybe it’s just about you wanting to let go of that control for a little while, what about that, then? Not valid, huh?”
Chad doesn’t respond to that.
“Or maybe,” Jensen says, thoughtfully tapping his chin. “Maybe it’s just that you need that punishment, that’s it. Want me to be rough with you, Mayhem? Don’t fool yourself.”
“I won’t, sir,” Chad nods. It’s a tense moment in the room, and Chad figures he’s going to have to be the one in the room that breaks it. Happy birthday to me, he thinks. “I want you to spank me, sir.”
“Now, see? We’re making progress already.” Jensen smiles, sparkling and pretty as he sits down next to Jared, kissing Jared heatedly as he fishes his cock out of Jared’s pants. “Get up. Sit over my lap, want your head on Jared’s dick.”
Well, that’s bold.
Chad does as follows, sitting over Jensen’s thighs and putting his head in Jared’s crotch. He licks his lips and timidly fits his mouth around Jared’s cock. Without warning or time to prepare himself against it, the reign of harsh spanks stars falling on Chad’s ass. Jared groans as Chad hums around him, his dick sliding further into Jared’s mouth.
Jensen’s hand caresses Chad’s ass cheek like he’s trying to will away the hurt, and Jensen smiles as he fits a hand over Chad’s ass, too. A little bit of lube, and it might be time for a CW sandwich with him as the filling, if they keep poking and prodding and slapping and tracing fingers teasingly under the curve of Chad’s ass and into the back of his thighs. He stretches, and begs a little, but to no avail, especially as Jared pushes him down further on that cock with a hand to the back of his head. It’s hard, because everytime Chad builds a steady rhythm, Jensen does something to break it, either a particularly hard spank, or a brush of thigh against Chad’s weeping cock, or two fingers shoved up ruthless against Chad’s prostate that he can’t refuse. He tries to make it good for jared, make Jared moan and squirm, but that doesn’t quite happen while Jared’s in on the ‘make Chad feel like a dick’ party that’s going on, right now. They spank him, finger fuck him in tangent, Jared orders him to get him off.
A few flourishes of tongue and a well placed had makes Jared come. It’s not big, or strained or anything half as pretty as watching him in the back of the suburban was, but it does him just fine, especially as Jensen pulls him up to sitting and licks the come right out of his mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, until you’re begging for me to make you come,” Jensen says, and at any other time this whole domineering master routine would be the cheesiest thing that Chad’s ever seen, but then again, he only started liking Ackles today, and it’s not like people never change, anyway.
“Bring it on.” Chad dares, and before he knows it, Jensen’s got a jockey grip on his riding crop and he’s pushed Chad into the coffee table, face down and bent over, spread wide.
“Best remember your place, boy.”
“On top of you, right?” Chad asks, and gets hit on the underside of his dick, where it hangs full between his legs. Jensen makes the noise of the crop ring true in his ears, sending his whole body up in flames. It hurts, but it makes him harder, as well, the leather of the crop slapping right against the crown, sparks of sensation thrown against his spine. Jensen steps back to change his grip on the crop a bit, and comes back only to make Chad scream with how much it hurts.
“Beg me to fuck you, Mayhem,” Jensen coos, soft and perfect and maybe even a little bit feminine. “Call me by my proper name and beg me to fuck you.”
Chad grips onto the table, lets his tailbone go, and when Jensen starts painting large ‘x’s on Chad’s ass with precision, he doesn’t want to give up, but he has no other choice.
“Okay, okay! Jesus, you’re fucking serious about this,” Chad says.
Jensen’s hand falls into Chad’s hair and he hisses forcefully. “Beg!”
“Fuck me, goddamnit. Fuck me hard, fuck me,” Chad gasps, remembering himself at the last minute. “Please, sir! I want you in me, I want it hard, sir!”
Jensen sounds pleased with himself and with Chad, even as he lands another strike on Chad’s ass. “That’s more like it.”
“Fuck! Shit, Jensen, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I can’t get any clearer than that. Just do it! Just fuck me,” Chad gasps, strains through his teeth. “Fuck. Me. Sir.”
Jensen grins happily, “Good. Get up so I can do this right and fuck you on a bed.”
Jensen moves away, and Chad pushes up to his feet gingerly. Jared takes hold of Chad’s hand, pulling him onto his lips, easing his head to the side happily, opening Chad’s mouth forcefully as he can. Chad’s blood roars through his ears, helpless but to accept Jared’s tongue in his mouth, unfortunately needy. Jared kisses him breathless, thumb on his chin, punch drunk by how frank Jared’s being.
Jared pushes away, turning Chad around to face the bedroom door and pushing him in.
“Go,” Jared orders dark and smooth, and when Chad does, Jared looks at Jensen who’s already waiting inside. “Sit on the bed.”
He does as ordered, and watches as Jared walks over to Jensen’s chair as he shrugs off his shirt, falling on his knees and presenting his neck and chest, proudly. Jensen whispers something to him, and Jared responds, pressing his lips chastely to Jensen’s, eyes gleaming in a moment that makes Chad feel like an intruder. Jensen’s finger slips over Jared’s collar, and Jensen’s free hand works on the zipper of Jared’s corset, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.
“Thank you, sir,” Jared breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a long gasp of air.
“You did good, today,” Jensen says out loud, passing a neat hand through Jared’s hair. Jared bites at his bottom lip and eases into the touch, “Like I expected.”
“I’m glad,” Jared smiles, “Sir.”
“Shhh,” Jensen grins, and whispers something into Jared’s ear as he takes the collar from Jared’s neck, hands soft with lover’s touch. They kiss, soft and slow and when Jared’s eyes lead to Chad, there’s nothing more than intensity, tight and hot and unruly intensity. Jared rises to his feet gracefully, tongue clicking against his pallet as he prowls around Chad like an animal.
“We’re going to fuck you, mayhem. Until you beg. Bet you’ll love to beg,” Jensen smiles, already getting on the bed.
“Gonna make you come so hard, Chad. You won’t even believe it,” Jared adds. He sits beside Chad, fingers ghosting as he pushes Chad back. His lips brush against Chad’s shoulders as Jensen’s hands scratch down Chad’s legs, pumping at his cock, bringing two fingers to his mouth before trailing them down into the valley of Chad’s ass.
“Oh god,” Chad moans, feeling the slight press of a finger against his entrance. His eyes flutter shut, his legs spread open, and Jared captures Chad’s mouth again. “Please, sir. Fuck me, fuck me, please.”
“You beg so good,” Jared groans. “You think you can suck my cock as good as you beg?”
“Anything,” Chad gasps. “Fuck.”
The first press of fingers inside Chad makes him hold his breath, and as they slowly stretch and prepare him, he reaches for Jared’s jeans again, reaches for Jared’s cock.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Jared asks, voice low. “You’ll get it, soon enough. Get it from both ends.”
The thought just helps to fuel the fire that they’ve started, and all Chad can think about is how he looks right now, how they saw right through him, how Jensen’s got to spread his legs and fuck him right through a wall if they don’t stop quick.
“Please,” Chad groans.
“You’ll get it in a minute,” Jensen says, amused. “You’ll get it good, just wait.”
“Fuck you, I want it now.” Chad barks, and feels his head being pushed backward by Jared’s hand.
“That anyway to talk to the man who’s gonna have his dick in your ass as soon as he thinks you’re ready?” Jared asks, and Chad freezes promptly, “we could leave you high and dry, for all you care.”
“And don’t forget, there’s always the trunk,” Jensen adds, thoughtfully.
“I am not getting into that stupid trunk for you fuckers. Just fuck me already! What more do I have to say, huh? What more do I have to do, sir? Just say the word, I’m ready to do anything you need,” Chad groans, but freezes promptly when he feels Jensen’s cock push through his entrance without giving him time to adjust.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans. “He’s tight. Tighter than I expected, originally.”
“Bet he doesn’t take it up the ass as much as he’d like,” Jared says, helpfully, as he crawls over Chad’s prone form and slides his cock into Chad’s mouth. Chad laves at the head thoughtfully. “Yeah, you lick me like that.”
Jared passes wet lips over Chad’s torso, over the skin between his navel and his cock, and does the same to Jensen, the two of them meeting in a kiss while Chad is between them, strung out and over-stimulated from being taken at both ends. He counts his blessings that they haven’t tried another kind of double penetration on him, yet. And don’t get him started on fisting, either.
“Feel good, Chad? Wanna come?” Jensen asks, and when Chad reaches for his hand, he smiles warmly, putting a hand over Chad’s neck, over the collar. It’s powerful, Chad feels owned by everything, by Jared’s cock in his throat, by Jensen’s hand on his adam’s apple, by the collar Jensen had strung on him after declaring, you’re ours now.”
Being owned so unabashedly might just be the life, Chad sighs, thinking to himself. Perhaps it’s how Jared adapted to Vancouver life, retreating into himself and inside Jensen as he clamps out everybody else. Not quite love, but not quite punishment, either. Something else, Chad thinks. Jensen moves just right, and even Chad’s thoughts are stolen away from him, hot and wet and right as if there ever was anything of the such.
“I know I’m gonna come,” Jared says happily, the stamina of a horse jamming his cock down Chad’s throat. He tries to make it good, make no mistake, it’s just hard to do something like that when Jensen’s drilling into him like a machine. He whimpers, looking at Jensen as much as he can, and when Jensen looks like he’s gonna come, Chad takes his mouth away from Jared, free hand jacking Jared off until he comes on Chad’s face, in his hair and on his chest.
Jensen traces a finger through Jared’s come as it falls off Chad’s chin. He licks at it curiously, like he’s trying to taste wine. Jensen’s hips stop fucking into him as hard as they did before, Chad whines, toes curling and back arching.
“Look good that way, Mayhem. Could lick you clean of that, it’s so tasty,” Jensen says.
“I aim to please,” Chad says, cocky even with Jensen’s dick up his ass.
“Good,” Jared whispers in Chad’s ear. “Mean’s you’re learning. Jensen loves it when he makes you learn things. Spanked me while I recited a fucking multiplication table, once.”
“Didn’t need to know that, Padalecki,” Chad snaps, but Jensen’s hips answer the smart remark with a snap of its own.
“Don’t sass my boy, Mayhem. Still haven’t made you come yet and technically. I don’t have to make you come at all, do I?” Jensen asks.
“No, sir,” Chad says. “I’m sorry, sir.”
The thrusts become harder, each one throwing Chad’s head into Jared’s hips, like he’s trying to fuck at Jared through Chad. It has Jared hard again, eventually. Toes curled and body all curled up, Jensen’s taking his time.
“You should know, Chad,” Jared begins, as Chad writhes on the bed again at the business end of a particularly hard stroke. His eyes squeeze shut and his whole body goes on red alert, just on the edge of coming, just barely unattainable, the way Jensen’s rubbing against his prostate.
“What, man? What?” Chad starts. “Please! C’mon, I’m begging. Isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that what you asked me for? Make me come, Jensen.”
Hands in Chad’s hair, Jared smiles. “Jensen can go all day. Go until I tell him to stop. Those hips were what brought me to my knees, first. Fucked me until I begged for him to stop, for him to do whatever he wanted to me if he just gave me a break. There’s claw marks from it on the headboard at home. He’ll do it to you, too, if you don’t come.”
“All about proving my dominance,” Jensen says, punctuating with a thrust that makes Chad see stars, mouth wide open as Jared leaves him alone, prowling slow over to Jensen’s corner.
They both look over Chad like a pair of hungry animals, and Jared licks two of his fingers and presses wet lips to Jensen’s ear, speaking loud enough for Chad to just barely hear, “I’ll fuck you silly if you let him come.”
“I know,” Jensen nods, “It’s just that I like it, I love watching him like this,” Jensen sighs. “Where’s all that cocky arrogance now, hmm?”
Jensen’s hips stutter and Chad puts two and two together, watching as Jared slides his fingers into Jensen’s ass.
The minute Jensen feels familiar fingers inside of him, Jensen’s hips spin out of control, and he reaches down with a steady hand to finish Chad off. He’s ready to come, and the mere touch of a dutiful hand to his cock makes Chad comes, body shaking tight and rattling apart as Jensen continues pushing inside him.
Instantly, Jared takes hold of Jensen’s hips, Pulling him backward onto his cock, and thrusting up with a brutal pace. He pushes Jensen’s face down into the vee of Chad’s hips, coating his face in Chad’s fresh come. Jared fucks at him so hard it makes Jensen scream, his eyes snapping shut as he voices his enthusiasm. Jared masterfully takes the condom off of Jensen’s cock before jerking at him tight, and when Jensen opens his thighs further and screams his approval as he comes, empties everything he’s ever had out into Jared’s hand, head down until he’s done and satisfied, and when he’s at the end of his rope, Jared comes inside him with a grunt.
The three of them lay there, in ruined sheets and bathed in dried come, and Chad never genuinely wants to leave.
“Thanks, man,” Jared says, after Chad gets out of the shower. “You sure you don’t want to come and nap with us?”
“I can’t,” Chad shrugs. “Early shoot tomorrow.”
“I can understand that,” Jared nods. “We’ll be in town for a few more days, you know.”
“I do now,” Chad nods. “It’s not like I won’t be back here if I can squeak away. If only to get those two extra Cigarettes back from your boy, there.”
Jared walks him to the door, “I’ll be sure to tell him. Get him prepared. You can put the collar on him next time, you know?”
“Extra incentive, Padalecki? Didn’t know you cared,” Chad’s face pulls up into a smirk before he presses his hands into Jared’s face and brings their lips together for a kiss. “you slow him down, for a minute. Pay attention to his ass for once.”
“He did this for me, you know,” Jared nods. “I know I’ll be doing whatever he wants for the next three months.”
“Send video tapes,” Chad says. “I’m sorry about…”
“It’s in the past, Mayhem,” Jared grins. “Told you you’d fuck me eventually, whether you like it or not.”
Chad can hear those words, spoken years ago so fiercely, and smiles. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Funny how that works, right?” Jared says. “Go before I pull you back in here and fuck you again.”
“You’ve got the stamina of a small animal,” Chad laughs, softly.
“Of a large animal, you mean,” Jared says.
“A large animal that can be fit into a trunk,” Chad says, patronizingly, and when Jared’s mouth shuts over it, Chad’s lips slip over his one last time. “Keep the bed warm for me, Padalecki?”
“I’ll keep Jensen loose for you, how about that?” Jared asks.
“Never did understand the proper use of a metaphor, did you, Abominable snowman?” Chad asks, and then turns around and walks away. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Jared asks.
“For changing my mind about you and him.”
“Like you really care about that bullshit, Mayhem,” Jared snorts, and shuts the door.
Chad picks up his cell phone the next day, biting his lips as a new text message blinks
"Jensen wants you to fuck him.”
Chad puts his cell phone down, and goes to put on a different pair of pants.
Today will be an exceedingly good day.