Let Me See Your Beauty Broken Down Part III
They decide on Saturday afternoon, no distractions, at Jared’s house. Jared wonders if he should be worried about meeting someone who should be a stranger, but he finds himself unable to believe that his Master would hurt him more than Jared wants to be hurt.
It helps that his Master sent him an invitation to chat the night after that first phone call and insisted on rehashing Jared’s likes and dislikes, what he’s okay with, what he can’t stand. Something about a person’s limits being different in person, and Jared guesses he understands - the thought of hearing that calm, assertive voice in person, of the hands that go with it on his body, is enough to get him off more than he thinks might be healthy.
They haven’t been using a safeword so far - mostly because “no” worked just fine and if Jared ever wanted to stop, all he had to do was hang up or not check his email - but Jared’s picked one now. It’s the same one he always uses, something that’ll be on the tip of his tongue the second he needs it and that he won’t have to say otherwise.
The last item on his Master’s excessively thorough checklist isn’t a kink or a precaution - it’s a question, and one Jared’s been half expecting.
[[I think you may have realized by now that you and I are already acquaintances.]]
[[Yeah, I sort of figured.]]
[[Would you like me to reveal my identity before we meet in person? I’d prefer not to, but it might take some of the pressure off.]]
Jared thinks about it. Imagines the people in his life - friends, coworkers, the guy who sells him his newspaper, that guy down the street with seven kids - and figures this is separate. This is something they can do that has nothing to do with their real lives. Sure, he’s hoping the guy isn’t married - in fact, now that he thinks about it, that might be sort of a deal-breaker - but he also doesn’t care who his Master is in real life. He knows the guy here, like this, and that’s enough for him.
[[No.]]
***
Saturday morning, Jared wakes up with the same fluttering he gets in his stomach on Christmas. By midmorning, there’s an edge of anxiety to it and he’s not sure why. He wants, wants it really bad actually, but there’s this... uncertainty - not about his Master, but about himself. About whether he’s capable of this.
He goes for a run and showers and eats lunch and sits in his unusually clean bedroom - fresh sheets and everything - with his box of toys placed on the cleared off bedside table. There’s lube and condoms, rope and cuffs, a riding crop he’s never used, a blindfold he’s sort of hoping not to use, and a whole array of toys he’s slowly accumulated over the years. The sight of them all spread out like this has him a little embarrassed and also kind of oddly proud.
The doorbell sends a bolt of adrenaline through him and he sheds his boxers, tossing them into the bathroom before calling out “It’s open!” with a quick prayer that it’s actually his Master. Jared decided that it would be easiest for him if they started out with him already in sub mode - the last thing he wants is awkward small talk.
Jared kneels by the bed, facing the door with his knees spread loose and easy and his back arched, hands flat on his thighs. The front door opens and his heart is slamming in his chest, palms sweating against his skin. He tries not to shift uncomfortably at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, down the hall, stopping just behind his half-open door.
His Master knocks, fucking knocks like Jared is in any condition to be speaking but he manages to drag a strangled “Come in” from somewhere in his throat and then the door is opening, fast and casual, not the ominous creak he’d been expecting.
Ackles is standing there in his crisp, perfect suit, poised on the threshold while Jared blinks, torn between I knew it and What? How? What?. The moment stretches out until Jared realizes he’s expected to respond, do something, so he dips his head in a tiny nod and Ackles, no, his Master, smiles and walks in, shutting the door behind him.
He looks the same as always - a little too masculine to be pretty, a little too pretty to be so... rugged. Jared struggles with the urge to look away, drop his gaze to the carpet or something because his Master is just standing there letting his eyes roam all over Jared’s naked body, lingering between his spread legs and somewhere below his eyes. Jared can feel the blush that’s surely staining his cheeks, crawling down his chest to his hardening nipples. His Master’s smile widens.
“Well isn’t this is a pretty sight.” Fuck, how can a voice be so fucking sexy? “Wouldn’t mind walking in on you like this more often, Jay. On your knees is a good look for you.”
Jared flushes even deeper with the praise, his knees shifting to spread a little more. His Master toes off his shoes by the door and steps around Jared, slowly coming to stand behind him.
“What’s your safeword, Jay?”
It takes him a couple tries.
“Vedder, Master.”
“Good boy. Master’s kind of a mouthful, though, don’t you think?” The words are accompanied by a warm, sold hand on the back of his neck and Jared manages a noncommittal whimper.
“You can call me Sir. Or Jensen, if you prefer,” he adds, like it’s an afterthought.
Jensen. Jared itches to try it out but he can’t bring himself to say it.
“Yes Sir.” It’s shaky and breathy and Jensen is chuckling at him but it’s not mean, just amused and affectionate. Jared leans back slightly, just barely enough to press against that hand on his neck, to feel a warm dry palm firm against his skin. Jensen gives him a light squeeze before pulling away.
“On the bed. Hands and knees, face the headboard.” Jensen’s tone is clipped and Jared immediately obeys, not bothering to get up, just turning and crawling onto the bed. “Spread your knees a little more.”
Jared does, blushing hot. He’s so, so exposed like this, his back a curved arc and his ass up, everything on display for his Master. He’s been half hard since before the doorbell rang, fully hard since Jensen laid eyes on him, and now he’s dripping, his cock full and heavy between his legs.
Jensen’s standing by the bed and when Jared shoots him a glance from under his hair, he’s perusing through the box of toys, letting out an occasional chuckle or murmur of appreciation. When he finally turns to Jared, he’s holding a pair of wrist cuffs in one hand and nipple clamps - not the ones from Jared’s office, his other pair, the kind that squeeze tighter and can’t be worn too long - in the other. Jared’s pulse starts to race.
The cuffs go on first - Jensen pulls his arms behind his back, first one, then the other, Jared awkwardly trying not to faceplant and Jensen steadying him with one hand until his chest is against the bed, cheek pressed to the soft sheet. The moment he feels the soft, padded interior of the cuffs around his wrist he starts to breathe easier, a warm calm spreading through when his wrists are hooked together.
The clamps go on with a gasp and a whimper from him and a satisfied sigh from Jensen. A warm hand smoothing down his back steadies him and when it comes to rest on his ass, cupping his cheek, fingertips dipping to almost brush his hole, Jared can’t resist pressing back just a little, the movement dragging the clamps along the bed, tugging at his sensitive nipples.
“We’ll start with your punishment.”
He doesn’t expect the blow, though he really should considering the way Jensen’s hand disappears so quickly, rush of cool air coming in to light up his nerves. His Master’s hand is big and heavy and it comes down hard, the sting of it ending sparks up his spine and he can’t hold back a yelp. Jensen’s other hand comes to rest on the back of his neck, fingertips in his hair, and Jared bows his head to give him more room.
The next blow is even harder, faster, to the soft skin where his thigh meets his ass and Jared instinctively tries to move away even as his mind is screaming harder, more. Jensen yanks him back by the hair, thick fingers twisted up in it and Jared moans at the pleasure-pain, the tug on his scalp a perfect counterpoint to the sting of his ass.
“You gonna hold still for me, darlin’?” Jensen asks, his voice rougher, accent stronger. Jared nods as much as he can in his Master’s tight grip only to receive another sharp tug. “I want an answer, Jay.”
“Yes, Master. Please.”
Jensen chuckles again and loosens his grip, not letting go entirely, and lifts his other hand again. It’s perfect, exactly how Jared likes - rough enough that he can act out and get put back in his place, but not so rough that he can’t obey once he’s there. He wants to be a good boy for his Master, really, but he also wants his Master to make him be good.
It’s a fine line but Jared’s always needed a Dom who’s okay with him not being perfect - with him sometimes pushing back just to get shoved. And Jensen gets that, is shoving back just right and Jared is getting lost in it, lost in the way Jensen has him on his knees with his ass in the air taking whatever Jensen gives him.
The blows rain down over Jared’s ass and thighs, covering every inch until Jared’s sure he’s bright red, can feel the searing heat of his own skin radiating out. Jensen rubs over his ass occasionally, dragging his fingertips to elicit moans that Jared can’t bite back. It’s not until the pads of Jensen’s fingers start circling Jared’s hole that Jared realizes the spanking is over.
He’s hazy, muddled and buried too deep under layers of pain and pleasure, so much sensation that his brain has shut down everything else. He’s not thinking about what’s coming next, just coasting on the need to please his Master, the way he spreads legs even further when Jensen taps the inside of his thigh. Jensen’s released his hair, Jared realizes, and he’s on the bed behind Jared now, one hand on Jared’s ass, pulling to spread him open, the other running a finger around and around Jared’s hole.
“I don’t know if I should fuck you, Jared,” Jensen drawls, sounding anything but uncertain. “Not sure you’ve deserved it.”
Jared wets his lips, fights the fog in his mind to try and put together a coherent answer. He’s not entirely successful.
“Please, please Master, fuck me, please,” is what tumbles out of his mouth and he could probably go on like that for a while if Jensen didn’t cut him off.
“I think you still need to be taught a lesson,” Jensen murmurs and Jared’s caught between dread and anticipation. “I want to see you show me how good you can be for me.”
Jared nods emphatically, opening his mouth to speak when Jensen shushes him.
“You just stay right there and don’t come, alright sweetheart?” A term of endearment should not make Jared’s cock throb.
Jensen moves off the bed and when he comes back, he presses something slick and hard to Jared’s hole. It’s not a finger, but it doesn’t feel quite thick enough to be a dildo or one of his buttplugs either. When Jensen starts to rub it over his hole, pressing a little harder on every pass, Jared moans and tenses, holding himself as still as he possibly can.
The toy pushes in slowly, slick and easy and Jared realizes it’s slim and curved and it’s definitely a prostate massager. Fuck. There’s no way Jared’s going to keep from coming with Jensen rubbing that inside him like he is, making Jared practically come out of his skin every time it passes over his prostate. And then Jensen turns it on and Jared is gone, pushed back under by the effort of not fucking back, of not shoving himself down to rub against the mattress.
Every second his grip on control gets more tenuous and when Jensen wraps a firm, slick hand around his cock he thinks he might bite through his lip trying not to come but somehow he holds on, though the first pass of Jensen’s thumb over the wet slit of his cock drags a noise from his throat he doesn’t quite recognize as human.
Jensen’s murmuring in his ear, praise and encouragement and Jared latches onto it like a lifeline while Jensen slowly pushes him closer and closer to the edge. He’s begging, he can hear himself through the assault of pleasure, can hear the way his voice is cracked and raw and punctuated by whimpers as Jensen adds a wicked twist to his strokes. It seems to go on forever, Jensen torturing him with pleasure and assuring him he can do it, he can be good for his Master.
And then Jensen’s gone, no more hand on his cock, no more toy vibrating in his ass and Jared’s left gasping, feeling like he’s flying apart with nothing grounding him at all. He barely feels Jensen’s hands on his wrists, removing the cuffs, turning him around, putting him on his back and tugging his wrists back up until he finds himself cuffed to the bed with his wrists crossed above his head and his legs spread, Jensen kneeling between them with a condom in his hand.
“You did real good, Jay. You want me to fuck you now?” Jensen’s voice is gentler than Jared expects and he nods so hard he thinks he hurt something.
“Please,” Jared whimpers, opening his legs as far as they’ll go, tilting his hips up and shuddering when it makes his cock graze his stomach.
Jensen pushes in with a tiny, aborted groan, like he didn’t mean to let it out. He stills when he’s bottomed out and Jared looks up at him, wondering when his clothes disappeared and trying to keep his hips still for his Master, trying not to shift on the incredible fullness he feels, the slight sting and stretch and the sweet pressure inside him. Jensen takes Jared’s legs, pushes them up and back so easily, Jared pliant and willing in his hands, the movement dragging a moan from both of them.
When Jensen starts to move, it’s in harsh, fast thrusts, needing to get deeper, closer, push Jared harder. It works, Jensen’s cock skating over Jared’s prostate again and again and he feels so close, too close, tears forming in his eyes from the effort of holding still, holding back, being good.
Jared drags his eyes up to meet Jensen’s, breath catching at the way Jensen’s gaze is fixed on his face.
“Please, Master. Please, I need - need to come, please.” His voice is only slightly calmer than earlier, now that his Master’s inside him, still rough and strained but coherent. Jensen watches him for another moment before nodding and shifting his angle.
It takes a few more thrusts and a couple of strokes to Jared’s cock, Jensen’s hand leaving his thigh to bring him off perfectly, and Jared’s vision goes white, black spots exploding behind his eyelids, muscles in his stomach and thighs and back all convulsing as he streaks his own skin with come. Jensen follows almost immediately after, Jared still shaking and gasping with aftershocks and it’s an effort to open his eyes but it’s so worth it to see the way Jensen bites his lip and draws back, tears the condom off and jerks himself off.
He’s mumbling under his breath, “yeah” and “fuck” and “so good, Jay” and when he comes it’s all over Jared’s still twitching cock, a few ropes reaching Jared’s own come on his belly. It’s hot, hotter than Jared would have thought possible and as the comedown from his orgasm drains all of the tension out of him, Jensen dips his fingertips into the mess, rubbing come into Jared’s skin.
Jared can feel himself slipping into that familiar satisfied exhaustion, limbs loose and tingling, eyelids heavy and dropping. He closes his eyes, just for a minute, and when he opens them the cuffs are off his wrists, the clamps off his nipples, and Jensen is dragging a warm washcloth over his sensitive cock, around and above until his skin is clean and damp. Jensen starts to pull away and Jared whines in the back of his throat, trying to reach for him and fumbling. Jensen chuckles and presses a hand to Jared’s chest, just for a second, before going to toss the washcloth back to the bathroom sink.
He’s back on the bed almost immediately, untucking the blanket and shifting Jared until he can slide under the soft fabric, curling himself around Jared and pressing open mouthed kisses to his temple and shoulder. Jared feels high, the release of his orgasm combined with the rush of submitting to his Master, of pleasing his Master, it makes him feel like he’s floating and the only thing grounding him is Jensen - Jensen’s hands on him, Jensen’s arms around him, Jensen’s lips, Jensen’s whispered praise. Jared lets himself go, drifts into sleep feeling safe and cared for.
There’s something sticking to his skin and there’s enough light coming through his eyelids that Jared must have slept in or something. He rubs his eyes and pries them open, stretching as he notices how sore he is - legs, arms, but especially his ass.
“Hey,” comes a sleepy voice from beside him and Jared starts, everything crashing back at once. Jensen is still in his bed, it’s still mid afternoon, and Jared just had the best sex of his life. He grins at Jensen, snuggling closer as Jensen shifts to wrap an arm around him.
“Good?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods. “Good. I was thinking - “
Jared’s stomach rudely interrupts, a loud growl that, while pretty much standard for Jared after a couple of hours without a meal, is probably slightly alarming to Jensen. He just laughs though, and presses a kiss to the top of Jared’s head.
“I was thinking we could go get dinner later,” Jensen starts, and Jared can hear the smile in his voice. “But maybe we should get a snack now.”
“Yeah, a snack would be good,” Jared says, starting to roll out of bed. “Pizza?"
Jensen lets out a bark of surprised laughter and follows him, reaching for his pants. Jared turns to watch him get dressed, blatantly staring. He hadn’t gotten a good look earlier but Jensen’s body is something Jared thinks he’s going to want to see a lot more of.
“So this was good, right?” Jared asks, sudden worry creasing his brow. He’s not usually this insecure, but he really really wants this to happen again. “I mean, we’ll do it again sometime?”
Jensen smiles at him, stepping in close and pressing his lips softly to Jared’s.
“Yeah. We’ll do it again.” Jensen pauses, scanning Jared’s face, like he’s checking for something. “Till then though, I was hoping you’d like catch dinner sometime? Or a movie? Or both?”
Jared stares at him for a moment before it clicks.
“Oh! You’re asking me out. Yeah, totally.” Jensen’s face lights up in a relieved smile. “I probably woulda asked you out anyway, I had kind of a crush on you at the office.”
Jensen raises his eyebrows and Jared shrugs.
“I didn’t do it ‘cause I was having great sex with a guy from the internet, but if that didn’t pan out, I was definitely gonna ask you out.”
Jensen just laughs and ruffles Jared’s hair before pulling away to grab his shirt.
They end up ordering the pizza, both too tired and lazy to leave the couch. Jensen stays till dinner, and then past dinner, until they’re both falling asleep in front of the a show neither of them is watching, until Jared summons the courage to ask Jensen to stay the night and Jensen lights up like Jared just offered him a new car and he can’t quite believe that this is the same guy who growled in his ear that Jared was his good little slut the other day.
But then Jensen guides him up the stairs and to his bedroom with a hand on his lower back and it’s like his body remembers, and he’s not sure how he got so lucky to land a guy who’s somehow the most effortless date Jared’s ever had and the hottest Dom he’s ever been with at the same time but he’s not about to question it too much. Instead, he lets Jensen pull him close and flip the lights off, lets himself be led to bed and be undressed and basks in the attention Jensen pays to every inch of him.
And if the next day, when Jensen’s gone home, he sends an email to his Master asking whether he should wear anything special as if nothing’s changed, well, there’s no rule saying he can’t have a great maybe boyfriend, a really hot Dom in person, and an online Master who makes him wear plugs and orders him to get himself off in public restrooms.
The End.