Cutting Class 2/2
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Title: Cutting Class
Author: kaylynnkie
Summary: Part of the Center Verse began in The CW Center by . Jensen is supposed to be attending his Citizen Class.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: whipping, domination, strapping, humiliation, swearing, non-con, het, slash
Notes: While this is a continuation of Afternoon Delight and Second Month, it can be read as a stand alone. These pieces are written as installments, so background isn't necessary. It certainly does clarifies some things to read the other parts if you choose to.
Paring: Jared/Jensen, others mentioned
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,154
Aside: This contains vague spoilers for the film Avalon, which I highly recommend.
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It was enough to distract you from me.
Instead, he said, “It's curious that you would indulge in something like this. That puts your life on the line. You missed a simple three hour class to indulge in fantasy and make believe.”
“It isn't so simple!” he snarled twisting around to face him. “Everything I draw is mine. My creations! Have you ever made something? Really made something? It's amazing and wonderful. These aren't just art projects! They're memories of the people I love.”
Do you love Jared?” he asked suddenly quiet. “Has anyone ever held you in their arms and whispered in your ear? Have you ever held anyone?”
They were both hyper aware of how close they were. Barely an inch between them. All Jared needed to do was take a single step forward, and he'd trap Jensen in the circle of his arms.
“That's irrelevant. Telling me about these...things is part of your reformation. You skipped class and amends must be made. Finish.”
The final canvas had to be Jensen's portrait. It was another sketching. Colored with pencils this time. Red, black and white. Shades of gray blended everything together. It was a view of a wooden desktop and a hand attached to an arm that couldn't be seen beyond the limits of the canvas. A long thin cut ran across the back of the hand. There was a pen clasped in the fingers and a handwritten note. The barrel of a gun could be seen at the right corner vanishing into the frame. The note looked dingy, tear stained. The handwriting was difficult to make out. At the bottom, right above the artist's signature was the word Freedom underlined three times.
“This is you,” Jared said softly.
“This is what I wish I could be,” Jensen corrected.
“I should have filed a vagabond report when I noticed that you weren't in class.”
He cocked his head. “Why did you?”
Jared smiled wickedly. “My methods are more persuasive than anything the Center could come up with.” He stepped forward and trapped Jensen against the wall of his chest. “I could leave if you want me to, but I'd have to file.”
“And if you stay?” Jensen's eyes were on the valise.
“If I stay, then I get to make the rules, Mr. Ackles. Everything you do, say and feel will be completely up to me.” He added thoughtfully, “On the upside you don't have to go back to court and risk a sentence increase or a complete reversal and imprisonment. Not even Danni could save you then.”
Jensen fisted Jared's shirt. “Stay.”
“I'd hoped you'd say that.”
~
It was raining the first time Jared went to bed with his case. The sun had sunk and twilight illuminated the bedroom with muted yellows and oranges. Jensen was laying down on his back, tense with fear and apprehension.
“Hush,” Jared smoothed his lips over the back of Jensen's neck. “Don't be afraid. I won't hut you. Take off your shirt.”
Jensen took a few deep breaths before undoing the buttons of the garment and shrugging it off. Jared planted his hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back down.
“I want to taste you,” he said before bringing his lips into contact with Jensen's
The other man stiffened but didn't move away. The kiss was dry but smooth. He wondered absently if Jared used chapstick. He was surrounded by Jared's scent and it was so different from what he thought it would be. Jared smelled like sweat and sugar, like coffee and warmth with soap in the background and shaving cream. He whimpered and felt a familiar heat deep in his belly.
There was no way Jared couldn't feel that against his abdomen. If he did, though, he didn't give any indication that it was unwanted.
“Would you like me to hold you?”
He groaned softly when the caseworker closed his lips over a nipple and merely sucked. His legs bowed and wrapped around the other man's waist. He licked it before moving to the other and suckling it. Jensen wriggled underneath him, an rubbed at the hard muscles against his straining erection as best as he could through the denim of his jeans.
“Or,” Jared continued, “Would you like to hold me?”
He begged pitifully, “Please, Sir. Can you...”
“Jared, 67. Call me Jared.”
He mumbled something Jared didn't quite catch. Jared bit his collarbone.
“I didn't quite catch that, darling. What did you say?”
“Jensen. I'm Jensen,” he managed to gasp out as Jared began undoing the fly of his jeans. “Not 67.”
He tugged Jensen's jeans down and pulled them off with his underwear and dropped them both over the side of the bed.
“You're very pretty, Jensen. Even that first time I ever saw you naked I knew you were pretty.”
He flushed at the memory and the fear it forced him to re-live. “You frighten me.”
He plunged his tongue into Jensen's mouth in a deep forceful kiss that made everything in Jensen burn to submit.
“That so?” He smiled. “I should.”
He bent his head down and licked along his length. Jensen arched against his tongue before falling back against the sheets. It was too much. Wet and hot. Everything was so intense.
“Maybe I should just hold you down.” He pinned Jensen's wrists against the bed.
Jensen's eyes were dark, and he could just make out a thin rim of green framing the black. When he slip his mouth down around the aching flesh, Jensen threw his head back and groaned a low deep sound that went straight to Jared's cock and made him shudder. When Jensen's hips jerked in a weak thrust, Jared encouraged him to move, sliding his hand under the older man's thigh and forcing him in deeper. His orgasm was bitter, pouring down Jared's throat in spurts of hot fluid.
He held him in his mouth until Jensen whined and pushed against the hand around his wrist. Only then did Jared pull of.
Jared made to roll off the bed and grab the jacket he had discarded on the way in the bedroom, but Jensen reached for him.
“Not yet. Don't go.”
Jared looked at him quizzically and raised a single eyebrow. It wasn't long before he had a lap full of artist.
“Here,” Jensen said\ still coming down from his orgasm. “Let me.”
He reached for Jared, but the other man batted his hand away.
“Why not?”
His smile was cryptic. “Control.”
~
Jared pulled on his jacket just as the sun was coming up. Streams of sunlight bathed his body, and Jensen watched in fascination.
“Will that ever happen again?”
“I don't know. I...” he trailed off. “Damn!”
“What is it?”
“There's something I keep meaning to tell you. Ah well.” He winked. “You want to hear it now?”
Jensen stood up, still naked and wrapped his arms around Jared. “Come back and tell me.” He pressed his lips firmly against Jared's, slipping his tongue inside. “Next time.”
“Next time,” Jared whispered back.
Jensen stood by the window and watched Jared drive back into the real world as the sun rose up bringing another day with it. He pressed the tips of his fingers to the glass.
Yes, Sir.
iBack pain is greatly increased by straightening the knees. Forcing the knees to bend, takes most of the pressure of the spine and decreases an intense mechanical pain brought on by staining the spine and back muscles.
iiThis is a ref to the film Avalon. Look here for more info.
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