History is Written by the Victor - Part 5
History is Written by the Victor
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Chris/Steve, Tom/Mike
Category: M/M, AU, Futuristic (i.e. it is set in space!)
Summary: The Core planets have declared war on the Rim planets. When Captain Ackles and his squadron are taken prisoner by the enemy, their jailer turns out to be a young man called Jared. What will Jared do when Jensen's interrogation begins?
http://lady-krystal-79.livejournal.com/24275.html
Part Five
Jared stood at Jensen’s door, his heart thundering in his chest. Instinctively, he knew that this would be his only chance to set things right with the other man. He still had no idea what he was going to do once he was through the door. Chris’ suggestion, as tempting as it sounded, wasn’t really Jared’s style. Maybe he could get Jensen to listen? He could be charming when he put his mind to it, and Jensen was an intelligent man. Surely they could work this out between them?
Decisively, Jared lifted his hand and knocked. And waited. There was no response and the door wasn’t answered. Just as Chris had warned. With a sigh and a definite sense of guilt, Jared turned to the keypad and quickly punched in the code Chris had given him upon threat of death should he pass it on to anyone else.
The door slid open and Jared had time to step inside and close it before Jensen’s eyes opened. He had, no doubt, only thought Chris would intrude without invitation, and when he saw who it was he sat up. He quickly scrambled to stand when Jared moved closer. “I’m going to kill Chris.” Jensen looked mad enough to do it, too.
With his hands spread out pleadingly, Jared soothed, “I just want to talk to you.”
“Oh, now you want to talk? What do you want to say? ‘Sorry, Captain. It completely slipped my mind...’”
Scorn had never looked so hot, Jared thought, and then shook his head. “Jen...”
Jensen’s reaction was instantaneous, and violent. He shoved Jared backwards, and kept on shoving until the larger man’s back was against the door. His voice was a furious hiss. “Don’t you dare call me that. You don’t have the right.”
But Chris did, and now Jared knew why. It was time to follow the crazy lieutenant’s advice. Using his size, Jared spun them around so that Jensen’s back was now to the door. He caught the fist that Jensen threw at him in one big hand and used his other arm to press against Jensen’s throat. Jensen continued to struggle, and Jared pressed a little harder in warning. The smaller man eventually stilled, bitterness in his eyes.
“Will you listen now?” Jared asked, his own voice low and deep. Jensen remained mulishly silent, but Jared figured that was a step in the right direction and took his chance. “You know I couldn’t have told you. You know it was only prudent to keep my status from you. And you know I didn’t keep the distance I should have. I am not going to defend those actions. I will tell you, however, that I never planned on using you to escape. I had planned to help you get away, but I only decided to come with you when it hurt too much to let you go.” Jensen’s gaze jerked up to Jared’s. “You idiot. The only reason I’m here is because of you.”
“Jared.” The older man sighed, his eyes softening, but then he turned his face away. “But you can’t stay. They’ll send you back to your assignment, a returned prisoner of war, a hero.” Even softer, he added, “It would have been better if you had never come in the first place.”
Jared let go of his hold on Jensen so he could reach up and cup the other man’s face gently in his palms, turning him back so he could see the truth of Jared’s next words. “I’ve quit.”
“What?” Jensen was thrown by the tenderness and didn’t quite understand what Jared was telling him.
Smiling softly, Jared repeated, “I’ve quit. I won’t be going back.” When Jensen still didn’t react, he went on, “I’ll be reassigned. I’m staying here. I’m staying for you.”
The response this time was immediate. Jensen used the door at his back to propel himself forward against Jared, and his lips landed on the taller man’s with bruising force. Jared didn’t need any further encouragement. He leaned into the kiss, taking over control and licking his way into Jensen’s mouth. His lips were just as plush as Jared had imagined, and he used his teeth to nip at them delicately before easing the sting with his tongue. Jensen shivered against him and Jared pulled back a scant few millimetres to murmur, “So you forgive me?”
Jensen nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Jared just nuzzled against him, not requiring any further comment, but Jensen added, “I get a little crazy sometimes.”
Chuckling, Jared teased, “I know. I’ve seen you fly...”
“Hey!” But Jensen was smiling.
“You were flying a shuttle.” Jared continued. “An unarmed shuttle.”
“Oh, God.” Jensen buried his head in Jared’s shoulder in mock dismay. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Nope.” He replied happily, and then made Jensen shiver again when he whispered breathily into his ear, “You were amazing.”
This time their kiss was slower, more savouring, exploratory. They drifted towards the bed, but there was no hurry to their movements. They helped one another remove their clothes and Jared began to press Jensen backwards, but frowned a moment later. “Ah, Jen? I don’t think we’ll fit in there together.” Jensen’s bunk was standard sized, but Jared was above average height, and Jensen wasn’t small either, so at the least it would be uncomfortable.
Jensen chuckled and spoke into Jared’s throat as he nuzzled at him. “No, I don’t suppose so.” He nudged Jared away from the bed and towards the desk. Spinning the chair around, he gently pressed Jared down onto it and stepped back. Jared watched him rummage through a small bedside drawer to return a moment later with a tube of lube. He handed it to Jared with a half smile. “I can say, unequivocally after all the recent tests I’ve been submitted to, that you won’t get anything from me. So, unless you feel it necessary...”
“I don’t.” Jared cut in to reassure and smiled wide. “We’re safe.”
“Good.” Jensen quickly straddled Jared’s lap. “I don’t want to feel anything inside me but you.” He returned to his new favourite pastime of kissing the younger man like every moment might be his last.
Jared figured, after that kind of statement, that he could be forgiven for gripping Jensen’s hips a little too tight. And the other man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Jensen made a soft sound of pleasure in his throat. Jared took that as encouragement and shifted his hands backwards, gripping and kneading the firm globes of Jensen’s ass. Jensen whimpered and tried to press himself into that strong grasp more. Instead, Jared released him, but since Jensen could hear the sound of the lube opening he made no complaint. When he brought his hands back, Jared curled one into a fleshy cheek, and used the other to press a slick fingertip into Jensen, sliding it all the way home when he met little resistance. Jensen pulled back from the kiss, flinging his head back with a startled, aroused groan. “Oh, God, yeah. You’re so tight, Jen. ‘S gonna’ be good.”
“Yeah.” Jensen sighed. “It’s been a while...”
“Good. Wanna’ spread you wide, just for me. Want you to feel it for days.”
“Want that too. Please, Jare...”
“I’ve got you.” Jared murmured, and pressed a second slick finger into his lover. He hadn’t been kidding, Jensen was tight around his fingers, but the smaller man was pushing back onto them anyway, trying to take them deeper, faster. Jared let him, encouraging the small rocking motion with his hand on Jensen’s hip. “That’s it, Jen. Let me in.”
“More.” Jensen moaned.
Jared looked at Jensen critically. He hadn’t forgotten that the other man had checked himself out of Med Bay before the doctors had advised, and he could see the pallor of his freckled skin. Jensen’s eyes though, blown wide with lust, were bright and clear, not the dull, exhausted gaze Jared had become all too used to in the prison cells. Making up his mind, Jared put his lips against Jensen’s and hummed his agreement as he slid the third finger in alongside the other two. Still, he had to ask, “Okay?”
“Burns.” Jensen sounded drugged. “Want you, Jare. Want it to hurt...so good.”
Jared bit Jensen’s lip, and Jensen shuddered. Jared crooked his fingers, just right, and Jensen jerked hard, whimpering with pleasure. “Right there, Jen? What if I just keep my fingers in you? Just. Like. This?” On each of the last three words, Jared made sure to sweep his fingers firmly across Jensen’s prostate. The sounds that Jensen made caused Jared’s cock to twitch. “Would you like that, Jen? If I made you come with my fingers, could you still take me in that tight little ass and come again?”
“Jared...” Jensen panted.
“Yes?” Jared smirked.
“Jared...” Desperate.
“What, Jensen?” He moved his fingers mercilessly.
“I can’t...I can’t...please...”
Jared let go of his hip and grasped Jensen’s leaking cock firmly in his fist, twisting down and up again. “Is this what you need?” Another twist.
Jensen arched and cried out, his seed painting white stripes on Jared’s hand and both their bellies. Jared kept up his twisting motion on Jensen’s cock, milking every last reaction out of him until Jensen made a small, pained noise. Jared released him and slowly withdrew his fingers. Jensen was shaking, weakly clinging to Jared in the aftermath of his orgasm, but he still managed to mutter, “You’re wicked.”
“Mmmmm.” Jared agreed. “And I’m not finished.”
With a shudder, Jensen warned, “Gonna’ kill me.”
“You can take it.” Jared whispered in his ear. Jensen didn’t deny it, but he did protest when Jared pushed him to stand up. Keeping his smile in check, Jared just kept his hands at Jensen’s hips and slowly urged the man to turn around until his back was to Jared. “Alright, Jen. I need you to come down real slow for me.” He guided Jensen backwards and down until the head of his cock sat at Jensen’s entrance. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Jensen breathed.
Slowly, so slowly, Jared lowered Jensen, He pressed through the stretched, relaxed muscle and both of them groaned softly. Jensen pushed back, taking more, and Jared let him lead the pace. When Jared was nearly fully sheathed, Jensen stopped, his body tensing. Jared ran a soothing hand down the taut spine. “Easy, now. Give it a minute. You’re nearly there.”
Jensen did take a minute, but finally he must have done something, because there was suddenly enough give in the tight passage for Jared to slide all the way home. “Oh, God!” Jensen gasped and bowed backward; his shoulders resting against Jared’s chest and his head on Jared’s shoulder.
“Good, Jen. Knew you’d feel so good around me.” He kept his hips still, giving Jensen time to settle, but the urge to move was overwhelming. It wasn’t long, however, before Jensen shifted on his lap, trying to get some friction. The way Jensen was sitting astride Jared, his toes barely touched the floor, and so he couldn’t get any leverage to move. Jared’s hands tightened upon the smaller man’s hips once again, and he lifted him up before dropping him back down again, then repeated the motion , and again. It was worth the effort to see the sinuous way Jensen writhed, but there was no way Jared could keep that up long enough to get them off. He had a better idea anyway. “I need you to stand up again, Jen.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder incredulously. “You have got to be shitting me.”
With a wolfish grin, Jared replied, “Nope.” So Jensen stood up, slowly releasing Jared. “Lean your arms on the desk.” This gained him another look, but Jensen did as asked. The desk was a little below waist height, and Jensen leaned forward, crossing his arms on the flat surface, laying his head upon them. Jared looked at the ass so blatantly on display, at its pink, slicked little hole, and hurried to stand and move this right along. He stepped up behind Jensen and pressed into him again, this time without letup, his hands curled around the other man’s shoulders for extra leverage. Jensen made little whimpering noises and went up on his toes, his back arching up too, his body instinctively trying to get away from the still shocking stretch and burn. Jared put one palm on Jensen’s spine and pushed steadily until his feet were flat on the floor and his back curved downwards instead; and Jensen gasped as this changed the angle at which Jared’s cock was rocking into him “Mmmmm. Better.” Jared purred, and, returning his hand to Jensen’s shoulder, began to thrust into Jensen in earnest. The long, deep, hard plunges brought soft grunts from Jensen, and the occasional short, sharp cry. The tight heat around Jared was incredible; Jensen’s internal muscles rippling around him. Jared could feel his balls lift and tighten, the tingle at the base of his spine, and the coil of pleasure that told him he was close. But he wanted to go further. “Jen? How much more can you take?”
Jensen took a moment to answer. “Whatever you want.”
There was no answer for Jared to make to such a statement. The thought of having the strong, intelligent, beautiful Captain at his mercy threw Jared into overdrive. He smoothed his hands down Jensen’s side, making him shiver, and then bracketed them around Jensen’s groin. With this supporting grasp, Jared lifted Jensen’s lower body until his feet were clear off the floor. Jared stood straight and tall and used his whole strength and weight to drive into Jensen. Jensen’s head flew up with a surprised, shocked sound of pleasure, and his arms reached out, hands scrabbling at the desk for something to hold on to, but only meeting the wall on the far side of the small desk. Jared kept up his pounding rhythm, every thrust drawing another of those sounds from Jensen. The slap slap of their bodies, and their panted breaths, echoed around the room. When Jensen’s cries changed to a higher pitch, Jared knew that he had the right angle. When his voice cracked into a broken whine, Jared knew the other man was close.
“That’s it.” Jared gritted. “Come for me, Jen. Just like this.” Jensen was struggling in Jared’s grasp, out of control with no way to get it back. Jared sped up, knowing he didn’t have much longer either. “God damn it, Jensen! Stop fighting it. Let go for me!”
“I can’t!” Jensen sobbed.
“You can. I know you can. Trust me.” For that was the crux of the matter. The other man had to trust Jared enough to give up all control to him.
Jensen trembled in his grasp, fighting himself. Jared just kept driving into him, scattering his thoughts with every rough pass over his prostate. Trust me. Trust me. The words echoed in his head. Another hard thrust and Jensen felt his shredded control slipping away from him. Trust me. Could he? Could he trust Jared? Deep in his heart, he knew he could and, as soon as he let that thought form, he gave up fighting. Jared slammed into him, over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, and Jensen let the sensation carry him away.
Jared felt it, the moment Jensen let go, and a moment later he heard him cry out his release, the body in his hands jerking, spasming around his aching shaft, taking away Jared’s control too. Unable to keep Jensen up any longer, he let his feet drop to the floor, half collapsed over his back, and sped his thrusts to a frenetic pace until finally, finally Jared also came to his climax. His shout was exultant as the pleasure rippled through him in waves, and Jensen’s soft moans as he was filled only increased Jared’s satisfaction.
They stayed like that for a few moments, joined together in the most intimate way possible, gasping for breath and trying to get their hearts to slow. Jensen was trembling ever so slightly, and Jared remembered again with a pang that the smaller man hadn’t been fully recovered. “Jen? You okay?”
“Mmmmm.” Jensen’s reply resembled the purr of a contented cat, and Jared’s lips quirked up into a smile.
“You think we can fit in the bed to sleep?” Jared queried, the amusement filtering into his voice.
Jensen either didn’t hear it or didn’t care. “Yeah. But I can’t move. You broke me.”
“I’ll just have to look after you then.” Slowly, Jared withdrew from the comfortable heat of Jensen’s body. Jensen shivered, but settled when Jared ran his hands down his sides once more. After that, Jared helped him to straighten up and they made their stumbling way to the bed. It took some doing, but they managed to fit, tightly curled together. For the first time since he had first seen Jensen in the Commander’s office, Jared relaxed.
They were almost asleep when Jared had a thought. “Jen?”
“Hmm?”
“What happens to betrayers where you come from?”
“Wha..?” This was slightly more intelligible than the previous response.
“Chris, he threatened...he said I didn’t want to know what happened to betrayers where you come from. So, now I’m curious...” He stopped when Jensen started to laugh.
“You gotta’ learn when Chris is full of shit.” Jensen chuckled a little more. “He likes to make out that we grew up in the Wild West, but it wasn’t any different to anywhere else.”
Jared blushed at having been so gullible. Mildly, he muttered, “I’m gonna’ kill him.” Or maybe kiss him, because Jensen’s soft, relaxed laughter was one of the best things Jared had ever heard. He took that thought with him as they both settled in and drifted into sleep.
http://lady-krystal-79.livejournal.com/24814.html
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Chris/Steve, Tom/Mike
Category: M/M, AU, Futuristic (i.e. it is set in space!)
Summary: The Core planets have declared war on the Rim planets. When Captain Ackles and his squadron are taken prisoner by the enemy, their jailer turns out to be a young man called Jared. What will Jared do when Jensen's interrogation begins?
http://lady-krystal-79.livejournal.com/24275.html
Part Five
Jared stood at Jensen’s door, his heart thundering in his chest. Instinctively, he knew that this would be his only chance to set things right with the other man. He still had no idea what he was going to do once he was through the door. Chris’ suggestion, as tempting as it sounded, wasn’t really Jared’s style. Maybe he could get Jensen to listen? He could be charming when he put his mind to it, and Jensen was an intelligent man. Surely they could work this out between them?
Decisively, Jared lifted his hand and knocked. And waited. There was no response and the door wasn’t answered. Just as Chris had warned. With a sigh and a definite sense of guilt, Jared turned to the keypad and quickly punched in the code Chris had given him upon threat of death should he pass it on to anyone else.
The door slid open and Jared had time to step inside and close it before Jensen’s eyes opened. He had, no doubt, only thought Chris would intrude without invitation, and when he saw who it was he sat up. He quickly scrambled to stand when Jared moved closer. “I’m going to kill Chris.” Jensen looked mad enough to do it, too.
With his hands spread out pleadingly, Jared soothed, “I just want to talk to you.”
“Oh, now you want to talk? What do you want to say? ‘Sorry, Captain. It completely slipped my mind...’”
Scorn had never looked so hot, Jared thought, and then shook his head. “Jen...”
Jensen’s reaction was instantaneous, and violent. He shoved Jared backwards, and kept on shoving until the larger man’s back was against the door. His voice was a furious hiss. “Don’t you dare call me that. You don’t have the right.”
But Chris did, and now Jared knew why. It was time to follow the crazy lieutenant’s advice. Using his size, Jared spun them around so that Jensen’s back was now to the door. He caught the fist that Jensen threw at him in one big hand and used his other arm to press against Jensen’s throat. Jensen continued to struggle, and Jared pressed a little harder in warning. The smaller man eventually stilled, bitterness in his eyes.
“Will you listen now?” Jared asked, his own voice low and deep. Jensen remained mulishly silent, but Jared figured that was a step in the right direction and took his chance. “You know I couldn’t have told you. You know it was only prudent to keep my status from you. And you know I didn’t keep the distance I should have. I am not going to defend those actions. I will tell you, however, that I never planned on using you to escape. I had planned to help you get away, but I only decided to come with you when it hurt too much to let you go.” Jensen’s gaze jerked up to Jared’s. “You idiot. The only reason I’m here is because of you.”
“Jared.” The older man sighed, his eyes softening, but then he turned his face away. “But you can’t stay. They’ll send you back to your assignment, a returned prisoner of war, a hero.” Even softer, he added, “It would have been better if you had never come in the first place.”
Jared let go of his hold on Jensen so he could reach up and cup the other man’s face gently in his palms, turning him back so he could see the truth of Jared’s next words. “I’ve quit.”
“What?” Jensen was thrown by the tenderness and didn’t quite understand what Jared was telling him.
Smiling softly, Jared repeated, “I’ve quit. I won’t be going back.” When Jensen still didn’t react, he went on, “I’ll be reassigned. I’m staying here. I’m staying for you.”
The response this time was immediate. Jensen used the door at his back to propel himself forward against Jared, and his lips landed on the taller man’s with bruising force. Jared didn’t need any further encouragement. He leaned into the kiss, taking over control and licking his way into Jensen’s mouth. His lips were just as plush as Jared had imagined, and he used his teeth to nip at them delicately before easing the sting with his tongue. Jensen shivered against him and Jared pulled back a scant few millimetres to murmur, “So you forgive me?”
Jensen nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Jared just nuzzled against him, not requiring any further comment, but Jensen added, “I get a little crazy sometimes.”
Chuckling, Jared teased, “I know. I’ve seen you fly...”
“Hey!” But Jensen was smiling.
“You were flying a shuttle.” Jared continued. “An unarmed shuttle.”
“Oh, God.” Jensen buried his head in Jared’s shoulder in mock dismay. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Nope.” He replied happily, and then made Jensen shiver again when he whispered breathily into his ear, “You were amazing.”
This time their kiss was slower, more savouring, exploratory. They drifted towards the bed, but there was no hurry to their movements. They helped one another remove their clothes and Jared began to press Jensen backwards, but frowned a moment later. “Ah, Jen? I don’t think we’ll fit in there together.” Jensen’s bunk was standard sized, but Jared was above average height, and Jensen wasn’t small either, so at the least it would be uncomfortable.
Jensen chuckled and spoke into Jared’s throat as he nuzzled at him. “No, I don’t suppose so.” He nudged Jared away from the bed and towards the desk. Spinning the chair around, he gently pressed Jared down onto it and stepped back. Jared watched him rummage through a small bedside drawer to return a moment later with a tube of lube. He handed it to Jared with a half smile. “I can say, unequivocally after all the recent tests I’ve been submitted to, that you won’t get anything from me. So, unless you feel it necessary...”
“I don’t.” Jared cut in to reassure and smiled wide. “We’re safe.”
“Good.” Jensen quickly straddled Jared’s lap. “I don’t want to feel anything inside me but you.” He returned to his new favourite pastime of kissing the younger man like every moment might be his last.
Jared figured, after that kind of statement, that he could be forgiven for gripping Jensen’s hips a little too tight. And the other man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Jensen made a soft sound of pleasure in his throat. Jared took that as encouragement and shifted his hands backwards, gripping and kneading the firm globes of Jensen’s ass. Jensen whimpered and tried to press himself into that strong grasp more. Instead, Jared released him, but since Jensen could hear the sound of the lube opening he made no complaint. When he brought his hands back, Jared curled one into a fleshy cheek, and used the other to press a slick fingertip into Jensen, sliding it all the way home when he met little resistance. Jensen pulled back from the kiss, flinging his head back with a startled, aroused groan. “Oh, God, yeah. You’re so tight, Jen. ‘S gonna’ be good.”
“Yeah.” Jensen sighed. “It’s been a while...”
“Good. Wanna’ spread you wide, just for me. Want you to feel it for days.”
“Want that too. Please, Jare...”
“I’ve got you.” Jared murmured, and pressed a second slick finger into his lover. He hadn’t been kidding, Jensen was tight around his fingers, but the smaller man was pushing back onto them anyway, trying to take them deeper, faster. Jared let him, encouraging the small rocking motion with his hand on Jensen’s hip. “That’s it, Jen. Let me in.”
“More.” Jensen moaned.
Jared looked at Jensen critically. He hadn’t forgotten that the other man had checked himself out of Med Bay before the doctors had advised, and he could see the pallor of his freckled skin. Jensen’s eyes though, blown wide with lust, were bright and clear, not the dull, exhausted gaze Jared had become all too used to in the prison cells. Making up his mind, Jared put his lips against Jensen’s and hummed his agreement as he slid the third finger in alongside the other two. Still, he had to ask, “Okay?”
“Burns.” Jensen sounded drugged. “Want you, Jare. Want it to hurt...so good.”
Jared bit Jensen’s lip, and Jensen shuddered. Jared crooked his fingers, just right, and Jensen jerked hard, whimpering with pleasure. “Right there, Jen? What if I just keep my fingers in you? Just. Like. This?” On each of the last three words, Jared made sure to sweep his fingers firmly across Jensen’s prostate. The sounds that Jensen made caused Jared’s cock to twitch. “Would you like that, Jen? If I made you come with my fingers, could you still take me in that tight little ass and come again?”
“Jared...” Jensen panted.
“Yes?” Jared smirked.
“Jared...” Desperate.
“What, Jensen?” He moved his fingers mercilessly.
“I can’t...I can’t...please...”
Jared let go of his hip and grasped Jensen’s leaking cock firmly in his fist, twisting down and up again. “Is this what you need?” Another twist.
Jensen arched and cried out, his seed painting white stripes on Jared’s hand and both their bellies. Jared kept up his twisting motion on Jensen’s cock, milking every last reaction out of him until Jensen made a small, pained noise. Jared released him and slowly withdrew his fingers. Jensen was shaking, weakly clinging to Jared in the aftermath of his orgasm, but he still managed to mutter, “You’re wicked.”
“Mmmmm.” Jared agreed. “And I’m not finished.”
With a shudder, Jensen warned, “Gonna’ kill me.”
“You can take it.” Jared whispered in his ear. Jensen didn’t deny it, but he did protest when Jared pushed him to stand up. Keeping his smile in check, Jared just kept his hands at Jensen’s hips and slowly urged the man to turn around until his back was to Jared. “Alright, Jen. I need you to come down real slow for me.” He guided Jensen backwards and down until the head of his cock sat at Jensen’s entrance. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Jensen breathed.
Slowly, so slowly, Jared lowered Jensen, He pressed through the stretched, relaxed muscle and both of them groaned softly. Jensen pushed back, taking more, and Jared let him lead the pace. When Jared was nearly fully sheathed, Jensen stopped, his body tensing. Jared ran a soothing hand down the taut spine. “Easy, now. Give it a minute. You’re nearly there.”
Jensen did take a minute, but finally he must have done something, because there was suddenly enough give in the tight passage for Jared to slide all the way home. “Oh, God!” Jensen gasped and bowed backward; his shoulders resting against Jared’s chest and his head on Jared’s shoulder.
“Good, Jen. Knew you’d feel so good around me.” He kept his hips still, giving Jensen time to settle, but the urge to move was overwhelming. It wasn’t long, however, before Jensen shifted on his lap, trying to get some friction. The way Jensen was sitting astride Jared, his toes barely touched the floor, and so he couldn’t get any leverage to move. Jared’s hands tightened upon the smaller man’s hips once again, and he lifted him up before dropping him back down again, then repeated the motion , and again. It was worth the effort to see the sinuous way Jensen writhed, but there was no way Jared could keep that up long enough to get them off. He had a better idea anyway. “I need you to stand up again, Jen.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder incredulously. “You have got to be shitting me.”
With a wolfish grin, Jared replied, “Nope.” So Jensen stood up, slowly releasing Jared. “Lean your arms on the desk.” This gained him another look, but Jensen did as asked. The desk was a little below waist height, and Jensen leaned forward, crossing his arms on the flat surface, laying his head upon them. Jared looked at the ass so blatantly on display, at its pink, slicked little hole, and hurried to stand and move this right along. He stepped up behind Jensen and pressed into him again, this time without letup, his hands curled around the other man’s shoulders for extra leverage. Jensen made little whimpering noises and went up on his toes, his back arching up too, his body instinctively trying to get away from the still shocking stretch and burn. Jared put one palm on Jensen’s spine and pushed steadily until his feet were flat on the floor and his back curved downwards instead; and Jensen gasped as this changed the angle at which Jared’s cock was rocking into him “Mmmmm. Better.” Jared purred, and, returning his hand to Jensen’s shoulder, began to thrust into Jensen in earnest. The long, deep, hard plunges brought soft grunts from Jensen, and the occasional short, sharp cry. The tight heat around Jared was incredible; Jensen’s internal muscles rippling around him. Jared could feel his balls lift and tighten, the tingle at the base of his spine, and the coil of pleasure that told him he was close. But he wanted to go further. “Jen? How much more can you take?”
Jensen took a moment to answer. “Whatever you want.”
There was no answer for Jared to make to such a statement. The thought of having the strong, intelligent, beautiful Captain at his mercy threw Jared into overdrive. He smoothed his hands down Jensen’s side, making him shiver, and then bracketed them around Jensen’s groin. With this supporting grasp, Jared lifted Jensen’s lower body until his feet were clear off the floor. Jared stood straight and tall and used his whole strength and weight to drive into Jensen. Jensen’s head flew up with a surprised, shocked sound of pleasure, and his arms reached out, hands scrabbling at the desk for something to hold on to, but only meeting the wall on the far side of the small desk. Jared kept up his pounding rhythm, every thrust drawing another of those sounds from Jensen. The slap slap of their bodies, and their panted breaths, echoed around the room. When Jensen’s cries changed to a higher pitch, Jared knew that he had the right angle. When his voice cracked into a broken whine, Jared knew the other man was close.
“That’s it.” Jared gritted. “Come for me, Jen. Just like this.” Jensen was struggling in Jared’s grasp, out of control with no way to get it back. Jared sped up, knowing he didn’t have much longer either. “God damn it, Jensen! Stop fighting it. Let go for me!”
“I can’t!” Jensen sobbed.
“You can. I know you can. Trust me.” For that was the crux of the matter. The other man had to trust Jared enough to give up all control to him.
Jensen trembled in his grasp, fighting himself. Jared just kept driving into him, scattering his thoughts with every rough pass over his prostate. Trust me. Trust me. The words echoed in his head. Another hard thrust and Jensen felt his shredded control slipping away from him. Trust me. Could he? Could he trust Jared? Deep in his heart, he knew he could and, as soon as he let that thought form, he gave up fighting. Jared slammed into him, over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, and Jensen let the sensation carry him away.
Jared felt it, the moment Jensen let go, and a moment later he heard him cry out his release, the body in his hands jerking, spasming around his aching shaft, taking away Jared’s control too. Unable to keep Jensen up any longer, he let his feet drop to the floor, half collapsed over his back, and sped his thrusts to a frenetic pace until finally, finally Jared also came to his climax. His shout was exultant as the pleasure rippled through him in waves, and Jensen’s soft moans as he was filled only increased Jared’s satisfaction.
They stayed like that for a few moments, joined together in the most intimate way possible, gasping for breath and trying to get their hearts to slow. Jensen was trembling ever so slightly, and Jared remembered again with a pang that the smaller man hadn’t been fully recovered. “Jen? You okay?”
“Mmmmm.” Jensen’s reply resembled the purr of a contented cat, and Jared’s lips quirked up into a smile.
“You think we can fit in the bed to sleep?” Jared queried, the amusement filtering into his voice.
Jensen either didn’t hear it or didn’t care. “Yeah. But I can’t move. You broke me.”
“I’ll just have to look after you then.” Slowly, Jared withdrew from the comfortable heat of Jensen’s body. Jensen shivered, but settled when Jared ran his hands down his sides once more. After that, Jared helped him to straighten up and they made their stumbling way to the bed. It took some doing, but they managed to fit, tightly curled together. For the first time since he had first seen Jensen in the Commander’s office, Jared relaxed.
They were almost asleep when Jared had a thought. “Jen?”
“Hmm?”
“What happens to betrayers where you come from?”
“Wha..?” This was slightly more intelligible than the previous response.
“Chris, he threatened...he said I didn’t want to know what happened to betrayers where you come from. So, now I’m curious...” He stopped when Jensen started to laugh.
“You gotta’ learn when Chris is full of shit.” Jensen chuckled a little more. “He likes to make out that we grew up in the Wild West, but it wasn’t any different to anywhere else.”
Jared blushed at having been so gullible. Mildly, he muttered, “I’m gonna’ kill him.” Or maybe kiss him, because Jensen’s soft, relaxed laughter was one of the best things Jared had ever heard. He took that thought with him as they both settled in and drifted into sleep.
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