Don't Tell me What to Do Part III of I
Title: Don't Tell Me What To Do
Category: M/M
Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Jensen Ackles/Justin Hartley
Disclaimer:I don't own anything or anybody. None of this ever happened!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen Ackles has the perfect life. He has been raised in one of the most powerful families in Louisiana, and his marriage to Justin Hartley will unite two very influential families. He has been molded into the perfect Southern omega. Until he meets Jared: a mysterious Alpha who is everything that Jensen shouldn't be getting involved with. Something about Jared has Jensen both burning with desire and panicked at the prospect of admitting hidden emotions. Something which may just ruin his perfect life.
The night was heavy with humidity, making Jensen abandon any hopes of sleep and walk out onto the balcony connected with his room. The rest of the house was dark and quiet, and the only sounds that Jensen could hear were those of crickets and distant traffic. His gaze scanned the horizon, and he exhaled softly as he saw the winking lights of the circus.
Whatever, you say, baby
Somehow he found himself pulling on a pair of soft, old jeans and a light jersey over a t-shirt before he went downstairs and got into his car.
When he pulled up in front of the metal rail that bore the sign reading Billy Bosworth’s Circus! in bright red letters, he wondered what he was doing there. The image of Jared, tall and golden, looking at him as if he wanted to devour him, flitted through his mind, and he swallowed audibly as he climbed out of his car.
He wondered through the tents and shut up stalls until he came to the ride that Josh and Mackenzie had been riding earlier that day. Jared was leaning against the railing that surrounded the ride, his grey vest covered by a slightly baggy sweatshirt that was unbuttoned to reveal the smooth expanse of skin at the top of his chest. He ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair as he turned to look at Jensen, a slow smile forming on his slightly pink lips.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the Prince of Chaleur,” he husked, walking towards Jensen.
“I’m not a prince,” Jensen gritted out.
“Toe-may-toe, tuhmartoe,” Jared smirked, brushing his knuckles down Jensen’s arm and making him shiver slightly. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he shrugged, biting his full lower lip.
Jared’s eyes darkened as his gaze fell on the way those even teeth sank into that blood rich fullness, making his cock fill in his jeans.
“Want me to show you something?”
Jensen slowly nodded, “Okay.”
Jared’s large, dry hand enveloped his own as he led Jensen towards The House of Mirrors.
“Ever been in here before?” Jared asked as they walked inside.
Jensen looked around, taking in the way his reflections distorted, making him appear short and round or elongated and skinny.
“Yes,” he replied. “When I was a kid.”
Jared smiled again as his fingertips trailed down Jensen’s long, smooth throat, “I can imagine you as a kid. All long limbed and supple, making all the boys and girls go crazy over you. Especially those lips.”
Jared brushed his thumb over the swell of Jensen’s lower lip before he cradled the back of his head and kissed him. Jensen found himself clinging to Jared’s shirt, feeling the aged cotton beneath his hands, as Jared licked into his mouth and filled it with his tongue. Jensen felt absolutely dominated as his other hand came up and his fingers tangled in the soft thickness of Jared’s hair.
Jensen’s body felt so slim and fragile in his hands, yet he could feel the lean muscle moving beneath Jensen’s expensive clothes. Jensen’s scent was clean and wonderful, like the Spring and fresh snow in the mountains. His hands trailed to the waistband of Jensen’s jeans, and he deftly undid the buttons to reveal the silk jersey of Jensen’s boxer shorts.
Jensen broke the kiss and stared up at him with emerald eyes, “What are you doing?”
“I want to suck your cock,” Jared replied matter-of-factly. “And I can’t exactly do it when you’ve still got your pants on.”
Jensen exhaled in shock, clutching at Jared’s broad shoulders as if he was unsure whether or not to push the alpha away or press him closer. Jared didn’t stop looking at him as he knelt down on the floor, bringing with Jensen’s jeans and boxers to expose creamy thighs and a long, thick cock nestled in golden-red pubic hairs.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Jared breathed.
He laid soft kisses on the sensitive skin of Jensen’s inner thighs, bypassing his erection to nuzzle his face into the slightly damp curls surrounding it, where Jensen’s natural scent was strongest. His large hands came up and cupped the rounded fullness of Jensen’s buttocks, his fingers trailing downwards along the cleft.
When his mouth sealed over Jensen’s flushed cock, he threw his head back and sank his fingers into Jared’s hair again. He could just imagine how they looked in the mirror behind him, the one which distorted the reflection the least. He pushed Jensen’s tops upwards so that he could feel the satiny skin of his quivering stomach, while encouraging Jensen to thrust forward into his mouth with his other hand.
His own breathing and the wet sucking of Jared’s mouth, filled with his cock, were loud in the half darkness of The House of Mirrors. He bit his lip as he caught sight of himself and Jared in the mirror facing them. Jared still looked so big and powerful, even on his knees, his long, dark hair shimmering in the semi-light. Jensen was flushed, his freckles standing out on his nose and his cheeks, his eyes gleaming like a cats, his mouth swollen and cherry red.
It all became too much when Jared’s long finger teased at his rim and slipped inside his slick heat, as Jensen thrust into the wet clench of his throat. He tightened around the intrusion, his nails biting into Jared’s scalp, as his hot release filled the alpha’s mouth and throat, his throat flexing as he swallowed.
Jensen panted when Jared pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to reveal a smug smile.
“You taste damn good, baby,” Jared rasped, looking at Jensen from his kneeling position.
Jensen stared at him for a moment before he fumbled with his pants and underwear and yanked them up, fastening them as fast he could without injuring himself.
“I-I-have to go,” he stammered, looking around wildly for the exit.
When he saw it, he gave Jared one last wide eyed look before fleeing, Jared staring after him as he push the door open in a burst of humid night air.
Jared’s smirk didn’t disappear as he murmured, “See you soon, darlin’.”
Continue to Part IV of I: http://lightthequiet.livejournal.com/1293.html