Don't Tell Me What to Do Part VI 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.
“Come on now, baby,” Jared murmured, gripping the back of Jensen’s neck, and guiding him in the direction of the living room.
When Jensen was sitting on the couch, transfixed by the way that Jared moved around the room with such an easy air, Jared knelt down and took out the video recorder from under the T.V.
“You know,” he said, as he connected it to the television. “I was going to buy one of these once, and the salesman told me how he made a video with his own one, of his wife pleasuring herself.”
Jensen’s fingers dug into the plush couch cushion as his face filled the T.V. screen.
“Can you imagine a complete stranger telling me something like that?”
Jensen shook his head jerkily.
“How about a smile, Jensen.”
When Jensen’s expression remained impassive, Jared simply smiled, “Don’t feel like smiling, huh? I can understand that.”
Jensen watched silently as Jared stood in front of him and slowly slid his fingers along Jensen’s lower lip.
“I just couldn’t help coming here,” Jared explained. “I mean a gorgeous omega like you just doesn’t come around everyday. Once in a lifetime really. And when you invited me here-”
Jensen made to interrupt, but Jared knelt in front of him and slid his hands up his thighs.
“You did invite me, baby, otherwise you wouldn’t have come to me the other night.”
Jensen wanted to protest, but when Jared was around him, he felt a terrifying and inescapable desire consuming him. He could feel himself becoming wet as Jared hooked his fingers in his swim shorts and tugged them down his legs. He gripped the couch cushions tighter, determined not to touch Jared as he laid soft kisses on Jensen’s stomach and thighs, his teeth dragging over the sensitive flesh. His large, warm hands gripped Jensen’s knees and gently pushed his legs apart so that he bared the most intimate part of himself to Jared’s burning gaze.
“I imagined you like this when I first saw you at the circus,” he leant forward, his hot breath fanning Jensen’s entrance. “I wondered what you’d taste like here, the sounds you’d make when I licked inside of you, made you come just like this.”
“Jared…” Jensen whispered, scandalised.
Jared slowly licked over the puckered flesh, moaning as Jensen’s flavour burst over his tongue. Jensen’s fingernails throbbed with how hard they were digging into the cushions. Jared’s licks became even more focused until the flesh below his tongue became entirely pliant, and he slipped his tongue inside of the clenching heat. Jensen let out a stuttering gasp as Jared’s hands gripped his calves and lifted his legs so that they rested on his broad, damp back.
Jensen tried to suppress his sobs of pleasure as he thrust into Jared’s face, his toes curling as Jared’s slight stubble scraped against the soft flesh of his buttocks. He felt his entire body seize as he teetered on the precipice, but Jared pulled back, leaving his body flushed and his opening spasming with unfulfilled release.
Jensen just managed to bite back the whine that threatened to escape him, but he could tell that Jared knew exactly how he felt. His hands gripped Jensen’s buttocks, and Jensen knew that he had never felt anything more erotic in his life as Jared pulled him off the couch, and gently laid him on the soft carpet.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” Jared said, stroking his knuckles over Jensen’s trembling stomach. “Have you let that fiancé of yours do that? Take you completely?”
Jensen wanted to say yes, to defy Jared in some way, but he couldn’t bring himself to.
“No,” he whispered, closing his eyes and turning his head away.
Jared’s fingers were light on his neck before he bent down and took Jensen’s pink nipple into his mouth until the nub stood proud and glistening. Jensen’s body arched of its own accord, overcome by all the pleasure Jared was making him feel.
He opened his eyes as Jared moved back and pushed his legs apart, making space for his upper body, which rippled with muscle and felt smooth against Jensen’s thighs. His fingers slid inside of Jensen and massaged his inner walls until Jensen grasped his shoulders, moaning uncontrollably.
Jared stared at Jensen’s deeply flushed hole before he moved forward, guiding his cock towards it and letting the heat rub at the responsive flesh. Jared’s penis felt huge against him and Jensen shuddered at the thought of that being buried inside of him. He didn’t have time to be nervous, however, as Jared slowly pushed forward, groaning as Jensen’s heat suckled at his turgid length.
“Jared!” Jensen exclaimed as Jared’s thrusts started to become fast and went deeper.
His nails dug into Jared’s back, and he knew that they’d leave tiny red crescents. Somehow the fact that Jared would have that reminder of him scent a thrill through him. His legs tightened as Jared sat back so that Jensen’s back was still on the floor but his lower half was elevated, and Jared’s pace became even quicker, filling Jensen’s cervix until all he could concentrate was the feeling of Jared inside of him.
He looked up, seeing that Jared’s eyes were sapphire and forest green around the golden ring surrounding his black pupils. His head fell to the side, the carpet soft against his cheek, and he gasped as he saw the way they looked on the T.V. He was being pushed up the carpet, his body flushed and shining with sweat, with Jared’s large, tanned hands, with dark hair growing on the back, gripping his slim hips. His eyes drifted up and he was confronted with his own face, which wore an expression of almost drugged pleasure, his eyes apple green and his lips blood rich and swollen.
“Watched yourself get fucked, baby,” Jared murmured, his voice velvet smooth. “Watch the way I’m claiming you.”
At Jared’s words his legs tightened around Jared’s lean waist and his release was hot and thick on his stomach and chest. Jared leaned forward, his hands sinking into the plush carpet, and his hips pistoning at a near brutal pace until he arched, his mouth opening on a groan of Jensen’s name as his come filled him.
Jensen lay there panting, Jared gasping softly above him, his flaccid cock still nestled inside of Jensen. Jared slipped out before he began to lap at Jensen’s come, only stopping when his skin was clean.
“Taste even better than last time,” Jared said, kissing Jensen’s stomach.
Jensen felt shellshocked, he had no idea what to do now. He’d just let a man he barely knew have sex with him on the carpet in his parent’s living room, and had such an intense orgasm that he wasn't entirely convinced that he would be able to move in the near future.
“Jensen,” Jared said, once again breaking the silence. “Were you a virgin?”
Jensen exhaled shakily, “Yes.”
“Thank you,” the alpha replied, turning Jensen’s head and claiming his lips.
Jensen could taste the sweetness of himself in Jared’s warm mouth as his tongue licked at the roof of Jensen’s mouth, and tangled with his own tongue. Jensen only realised that he was crying when Jared moved backwards and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.
“Jared I-”
“I know,” he replied. “I’m going.”
Jensen watched as Jared stood up and walked to the entrance hall.
He paused and turned to look at Jensen, “I’ve left the circus by the way. I’ve got a job at a diner in town.”
“Danny’s,” Jensen supplied. “I know it.”
Jared nodded, “I’ll be there when you want to see me again.”
Jensen hesitated for a moment before he nodded. With that, Jared picked up his jeans and flannel shirt from the settee near the door, and got dressed before leaving the house.
Jensen didn’t sleep well that night. His dreams were filled with the sounds of he and Jared making love, the image of himself on the T.V. screen, Jared’s hands so large and hot on his skin. The feel of Jared plunging into him over and over again. Had they even made love? Was it just fucking to Jared? Jensen wanted to cry at the thought that he had just given up his virginity to a man that made him feel such ecstasy, but who only wanted his body, the right to say that he had claimed a finely bred virgin omega.
Continue to Part VII of I: http://lightthequiet.livejournal.com/2059.html