Where Have All the Cowboys Gone? Part III of III
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Christian Kane, Jensen/ OMC (minor), Jensen/ OFC (minor)
Word count: 5600± in total over three parts
Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content and language, Rape/ Non-con, underage, voyeurism, bathroom sex, bottom Christian, top Jensen, rimming, anal sex, blowjob, brief vaginal sex
Disclaimer: I own neither Jensen nor Christian, as they are autonomous individuals! Nor do I own Supernatural or any of the programmes with which Christian Kane is affiliated. This is all fiction and none of it happened. I do not write these stories for profit, but rather for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: The title of this story comes from the song of the same name by Paula Cole (which I don't own either). I read another fanfic a while back about Christian being a trucker, and I really liked it. Then I thought that it would be cool if Jensen was a trucker. This story is complete and in three parts on LJ and one on ao3.
Summary:Christian is a teenager in need of a ride, and Jensen's a trucker willing to give him that ride. But it won't end up being that simple.
Also on ao3
Jensen helped Christian get undressed and then guided him under the warm spray in the shower. When he was finished scrubbing away the evidence of the filth that had attacked him, he turned off the water and Jensen was there to help him dry off.
“Come lie down so I can take a look at you,” Jensen said gently.
Christian lay down on the bed, realising that there was only a double bed in the room. He felt too shaky and sore to care about the fact that he was half naked while Jensen was still fully dressed. He felt the bed dip as Jensen sat down and examined his face and throat.
“You’re real bruised,” Jensen murmured, skating gentle fingers over his swollen cheek and tender throat.
He let out a soft gasp as Jensen kissed his injuries and then his lips, while he undid Christian’s towel and exposed him to the slightly cool air of the room. He licked into Christian’s mouth and moaned when he began to respond. Christian couldn’t help panting into Jensen’s mouth as his sure hand gathered the fluid at the tip of his cock and used it to lubricate the hot flesh as he stroked it. His hand came up and gripped Jensen’s golden hair as his eyes slid shut and he just absorbed the wonderful sensations that were racing over his skin and heating his blood.
“Jensen, please,” he moaned, as Jensen’s thumb stroked his cockhead.
“Just like that, baby,” Jensen replied. “Just let go for me.”
Christian arched up as he came quite mortifyingly fast, but Jensen just kissed his throat and stroked him through his orgasm. He used the towel to clean Christian up and then guided him onto his stomach. He closed his eyes as he listened to the intimate sounds of Jensen undressing behind him, and his breath hitched as Jensen’s warm, slightly chapped lips kissed the blooming bruises on his shoulders and back.
“Have you ever been with a man, Chris?” Jensen purred, as his hand stroked the creamy smoothness of Christian’s buttocks.
“No,” he whispered.
Jensen felt his chest swell at the knowledge that he would be Christian’s first, and he felt almost painful rage at the thought that his innocence had almost been taken by those two disgusting assholes. He would make Christian feel so good, and would do it over and over again.
“I want to be inside you, Chris,” he said, moving his thumb up and down the meeting of Christian’s tight buttocks. “Do you want that, too?”
“Yes,” Christian replied in a slightly tremulous voice.
He wanted Jensen so badly, and now that it was going to finally happen, his body felt as if it was lighting up from his core, as if he’d shine like a beacon at any moment. He wanted to tell Jensen that thought he loved him, but he knew that that would just make Jensen go away, so he kept quiet except for the little sounds he couldn’t hold in because of the way he was being caressed.
Jensen smiled at the delicious little whimper Christian made when he parted his buttocks and licked over his pick rimmed entrance. He licked over the sensitive skin until it was slick and shining and Christian was slowly thrusting into the sheet. He plunged his tongue into the sweet dark heat and Christian gave a breathy shout and clutched the pillow below his head.
It felt as if something inside of him was set alight as Jensen licked into him, and his brain felt as if it would melt at the realisation that Jensen’s tongue was inside of him. He thrust back into Jensen’s face, wanting to get his tongue deeper and find the release that would subdue the fire that burned within him.
When Christian’s rim was soft and slippery wet, Jensen got lubricant out of his jeans and slicked his fingers up before slowly easing two into the loosened entrance. Christian arched his back and his gorgeous buttocks tensed for a moment before releasing. His legs widened and allowed Jensen to slip his fingers further into the maddening heat of him.
“God baby,” Jensen whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I wanna be inside you so badly.”
“Yes,” Christian gasped, as Jensen’s fingers brushed over something inside of him that made him jerk. “Now, Jensen, now.”
He poured a generous dollop of lubricant onto his palm and slicked himself up before he gently guided Christian onto his hands and knees and slowly slid inside of him. He was so hot and tight that Jensen had to close his eyes and will himself to not just start to thrust wildly. He wanted to make this so good for Christian, he wanted to make the pain and humiliation from earlier fade away as much possible. He wanted Christian to keep moaning his name and making those little gasping noises of pleasure and slight pain.
Christian had never felt so full and so open. Jensen’s cock was so long and thick and pulsing inside of him that he had to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from coming. There was slight pain at the base of his spine from the way he was stretched around Jensen’s cock, but as Jensen began to thrust steadily and deeply, he arched his spine and began to meet his thrusts.
Jensen watched as his cock moved in and out Christian’s body, his rim rosy and stretched around the smooth, hot skin. He couldn’t help but groan brokenly as Chris began to thrust back and the sound of their bodies meeting filled his ears. He slowly stroked the freshly bruised flesh of Chris’ lean back and then stroked the wet, stretched skin of his rim. Christian whimpered softly at the feather light touch, and moved his hand back to grip Jensen’s buttock.
“So sensitive,” Jensen said as he continued to slowly tease the skin. “I want you to come just like this, Chris, just on my cock. Can you do that baby?”
Christian couldn’t do anything but moan and nod as his body came alive with the electric pulses that were originated from where he was impaled by Jensen’s gorgeous cock. He knew that he wouldn’t last for much longer, not with Jensen constantly thrusting into that place inside of him that made his body jolt with pleasure, and stroke the maddeningly sensitive skin of his entrance. His cock began to pulse even more and his pleasure burned just above it like a tangible thing, and Jensen’s dick slid all the way out before slamming back into him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his nails bit into the hair sprinkled skin of Jensen’s hard muscled buttock, as his whole body seized up and he spilt his thick release on the sheets below them.
Christian’s scorching hot and wet channel clenched down on him so tightly that his orgasm was seemingly ripped out of his soul. His thick, hot release coated Christian’s convulsing insides and he realised belatedly that he hadn’t worn a condom, but he couldn’t really care, because he was sure that he was clean. Christian was the only one that he had ever barebacked with, and somehow that made him understand how much Christian meant to him. He felt as if his orgasm would never stop, stoked by the glorious sounds that Christian made as he continued to come, too. Finally his body relaxed and they both sagged onto the bed, with his flaccid cock still buried steep inside of Christian’s come sodden entrance. He pulled out and watched as his thick, white release slowly slid out Christian, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“That was incredible,” Christian sighed sleepily.
Jensen kissed the nape of his neck and he could feel the older man smile against the sensitive skin.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Jensen replied, as he got up from the bed.
He came back with a wet cloth and methodically cleaned Christian and then himself. He dropped the cloth on the floor before lying down next to Christian, and pulling him back against him. Christian’s skin felt so warm and smooth against his chest and stomach and the hand that was splayed over Christian’s flat stomach.
Christian snuggled back against Jensen’s hot skin and revelled in the feel of his long fingered hand settling on his stomach. Jensen smelt like spice and leather and the faintest hint of motor oil, and his nipples were slightly hard against the muscle of Christian’s back, and it made him shiver in delight.
“You cold, baby?” Jensen murmured against his shoulder.
“Not really,” Christian replied.
“I like you like this,” Jensen said. “Naked for me and smelling like me.”
Christian closed his eyes and titled his neck slightly as Jensen’s lips moved over the bruised skin, and his hot tongue gently licked the hand prints.
“I would have killed those guys if they hadn’t run away,” Jensen said in-between kisses. “I was so crazy when I saw what they were trying to do. I needed to protect you.”
“You saved me. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
“I need to tell you something.”
Christian’s heart plummeted. Jensen was probably going to tell him that this was a once off, and that he didn’t do commitment. Christian wanted to move away, but the feel of Jensen against him made him weak.
“I knew you were watching when I fucked that waitress,” Jensen whispered in his ear.
Christian turned his head and looked at Jensen with wide eyes, “You did?”
Jensen smiled that slow, sexy smile of his, which made heat pool in Christian’s stomach once more.
“I wanted you to see. I wanted you to want me inside of you. I wanted you to think about me fucking you like that. When I came, I thought about the way you’d sound and feel. Afterwards, I followed you around to the back of the building and watched you finger yourself.”
Christian’s breath sped up as Jensen spoke, and then he said, “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”
“Because I was an idiot. I thought that if I slept with you, then that’d all it would be, sex. I thought that you might use me to soothe some of your daddy issues or something. I know that I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Christian said, as he turned over and softly kissed Jensen on the mouth. “I should have just told you how I felt, instead of hoping you’d do something about it. I shouldn’t have told you when I was angry either.”
“Doesn’t matter now, baby. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Christian smiled so wide that he was sure that Jensen could see his molars, “Really?”
“Really. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I want you to come to Montana with me.”
Christian looked at him in shock, “Are you sure? I mean---”
Jensen laid a finger over his lips, “There’s something else that I want, too.”
“What’s that?” Christian whispered, looking at him through his eyelashes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Christian closed his eyes, “Fuck.”
“Well that’s the general idea,” Jensen smiled.
The End
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Christian Kane, Jensen/ OMC (minor), Jensen/ OFC (minor)
Word count: 5600± in total over three parts
Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content and language, Rape/ Non-con, underage, voyeurism, bathroom sex, bottom Christian, top Jensen, rimming, anal sex, blowjob, brief vaginal sex
Disclaimer: I own neither Jensen nor Christian, as they are autonomous individuals! Nor do I own Supernatural or any of the programmes with which Christian Kane is affiliated. This is all fiction and none of it happened. I do not write these stories for profit, but rather for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: The title of this story comes from the song of the same name by Paula Cole (which I don't own either). I read another fanfic a while back about Christian being a trucker, and I really liked it. Then I thought that it would be cool if Jensen was a trucker. This story is complete and in three parts on LJ and one on ao3.
Summary:Christian is a teenager in need of a ride, and Jensen's a trucker willing to give him that ride. But it won't end up being that simple.
Also on ao3
Jensen helped Christian get undressed and then guided him under the warm spray in the shower. When he was finished scrubbing away the evidence of the filth that had attacked him, he turned off the water and Jensen was there to help him dry off.
“Come lie down so I can take a look at you,” Jensen said gently.
Christian lay down on the bed, realising that there was only a double bed in the room. He felt too shaky and sore to care about the fact that he was half naked while Jensen was still fully dressed. He felt the bed dip as Jensen sat down and examined his face and throat.
“You’re real bruised,” Jensen murmured, skating gentle fingers over his swollen cheek and tender throat.
He let out a soft gasp as Jensen kissed his injuries and then his lips, while he undid Christian’s towel and exposed him to the slightly cool air of the room. He licked into Christian’s mouth and moaned when he began to respond. Christian couldn’t help panting into Jensen’s mouth as his sure hand gathered the fluid at the tip of his cock and used it to lubricate the hot flesh as he stroked it. His hand came up and gripped Jensen’s golden hair as his eyes slid shut and he just absorbed the wonderful sensations that were racing over his skin and heating his blood.
“Jensen, please,” he moaned, as Jensen’s thumb stroked his cockhead.
“Just like that, baby,” Jensen replied. “Just let go for me.”
Christian arched up as he came quite mortifyingly fast, but Jensen just kissed his throat and stroked him through his orgasm. He used the towel to clean Christian up and then guided him onto his stomach. He closed his eyes as he listened to the intimate sounds of Jensen undressing behind him, and his breath hitched as Jensen’s warm, slightly chapped lips kissed the blooming bruises on his shoulders and back.
“Have you ever been with a man, Chris?” Jensen purred, as his hand stroked the creamy smoothness of Christian’s buttocks.
“No,” he whispered.
Jensen felt his chest swell at the knowledge that he would be Christian’s first, and he felt almost painful rage at the thought that his innocence had almost been taken by those two disgusting assholes. He would make Christian feel so good, and would do it over and over again.
“I want to be inside you, Chris,” he said, moving his thumb up and down the meeting of Christian’s tight buttocks. “Do you want that, too?”
“Yes,” Christian replied in a slightly tremulous voice.
He wanted Jensen so badly, and now that it was going to finally happen, his body felt as if it was lighting up from his core, as if he’d shine like a beacon at any moment. He wanted to tell Jensen that thought he loved him, but he knew that that would just make Jensen go away, so he kept quiet except for the little sounds he couldn’t hold in because of the way he was being caressed.
Jensen smiled at the delicious little whimper Christian made when he parted his buttocks and licked over his pick rimmed entrance. He licked over the sensitive skin until it was slick and shining and Christian was slowly thrusting into the sheet. He plunged his tongue into the sweet dark heat and Christian gave a breathy shout and clutched the pillow below his head.
It felt as if something inside of him was set alight as Jensen licked into him, and his brain felt as if it would melt at the realisation that Jensen’s tongue was inside of him. He thrust back into Jensen’s face, wanting to get his tongue deeper and find the release that would subdue the fire that burned within him.
When Christian’s rim was soft and slippery wet, Jensen got lubricant out of his jeans and slicked his fingers up before slowly easing two into the loosened entrance. Christian arched his back and his gorgeous buttocks tensed for a moment before releasing. His legs widened and allowed Jensen to slip his fingers further into the maddening heat of him.
“God baby,” Jensen whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I wanna be inside you so badly.”
“Yes,” Christian gasped, as Jensen’s fingers brushed over something inside of him that made him jerk. “Now, Jensen, now.”
He poured a generous dollop of lubricant onto his palm and slicked himself up before he gently guided Christian onto his hands and knees and slowly slid inside of him. He was so hot and tight that Jensen had to close his eyes and will himself to not just start to thrust wildly. He wanted to make this so good for Christian, he wanted to make the pain and humiliation from earlier fade away as much possible. He wanted Christian to keep moaning his name and making those little gasping noises of pleasure and slight pain.
Christian had never felt so full and so open. Jensen’s cock was so long and thick and pulsing inside of him that he had to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from coming. There was slight pain at the base of his spine from the way he was stretched around Jensen’s cock, but as Jensen began to thrust steadily and deeply, he arched his spine and began to meet his thrusts.
Jensen watched as his cock moved in and out Christian’s body, his rim rosy and stretched around the smooth, hot skin. He couldn’t help but groan brokenly as Chris began to thrust back and the sound of their bodies meeting filled his ears. He slowly stroked the freshly bruised flesh of Chris’ lean back and then stroked the wet, stretched skin of his rim. Christian whimpered softly at the feather light touch, and moved his hand back to grip Jensen’s buttock.
“So sensitive,” Jensen said as he continued to slowly tease the skin. “I want you to come just like this, Chris, just on my cock. Can you do that baby?”
Christian couldn’t do anything but moan and nod as his body came alive with the electric pulses that were originated from where he was impaled by Jensen’s gorgeous cock. He knew that he wouldn’t last for much longer, not with Jensen constantly thrusting into that place inside of him that made his body jolt with pleasure, and stroke the maddeningly sensitive skin of his entrance. His cock began to pulse even more and his pleasure burned just above it like a tangible thing, and Jensen’s dick slid all the way out before slamming back into him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his nails bit into the hair sprinkled skin of Jensen’s hard muscled buttock, as his whole body seized up and he spilt his thick release on the sheets below them.
Christian’s scorching hot and wet channel clenched down on him so tightly that his orgasm was seemingly ripped out of his soul. His thick, hot release coated Christian’s convulsing insides and he realised belatedly that he hadn’t worn a condom, but he couldn’t really care, because he was sure that he was clean. Christian was the only one that he had ever barebacked with, and somehow that made him understand how much Christian meant to him. He felt as if his orgasm would never stop, stoked by the glorious sounds that Christian made as he continued to come, too. Finally his body relaxed and they both sagged onto the bed, with his flaccid cock still buried steep inside of Christian’s come sodden entrance. He pulled out and watched as his thick, white release slowly slid out Christian, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“That was incredible,” Christian sighed sleepily.
Jensen kissed the nape of his neck and he could feel the older man smile against the sensitive skin.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Jensen replied, as he got up from the bed.
He came back with a wet cloth and methodically cleaned Christian and then himself. He dropped the cloth on the floor before lying down next to Christian, and pulling him back against him. Christian’s skin felt so warm and smooth against his chest and stomach and the hand that was splayed over Christian’s flat stomach.
Christian snuggled back against Jensen’s hot skin and revelled in the feel of his long fingered hand settling on his stomach. Jensen smelt like spice and leather and the faintest hint of motor oil, and his nipples were slightly hard against the muscle of Christian’s back, and it made him shiver in delight.
“You cold, baby?” Jensen murmured against his shoulder.
“Not really,” Christian replied.
“I like you like this,” Jensen said. “Naked for me and smelling like me.”
Christian closed his eyes and titled his neck slightly as Jensen’s lips moved over the bruised skin, and his hot tongue gently licked the hand prints.
“I would have killed those guys if they hadn’t run away,” Jensen said in-between kisses. “I was so crazy when I saw what they were trying to do. I needed to protect you.”
“You saved me. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
“I need to tell you something.”
Christian’s heart plummeted. Jensen was probably going to tell him that this was a once off, and that he didn’t do commitment. Christian wanted to move away, but the feel of Jensen against him made him weak.
“I knew you were watching when I fucked that waitress,” Jensen whispered in his ear.
Christian turned his head and looked at Jensen with wide eyes, “You did?”
Jensen smiled that slow, sexy smile of his, which made heat pool in Christian’s stomach once more.
“I wanted you to see. I wanted you to want me inside of you. I wanted you to think about me fucking you like that. When I came, I thought about the way you’d sound and feel. Afterwards, I followed you around to the back of the building and watched you finger yourself.”
Christian’s breath sped up as Jensen spoke, and then he said, “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”
“Because I was an idiot. I thought that if I slept with you, then that’d all it would be, sex. I thought that you might use me to soothe some of your daddy issues or something. I know that I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Christian said, as he turned over and softly kissed Jensen on the mouth. “I should have just told you how I felt, instead of hoping you’d do something about it. I shouldn’t have told you when I was angry either.”
“Doesn’t matter now, baby. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Christian smiled so wide that he was sure that Jensen could see his molars, “Really?”
“Really. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I want you to come to Montana with me.”
Christian looked at him in shock, “Are you sure? I mean---”
Jensen laid a finger over his lips, “There’s something else that I want, too.”
“What’s that?” Christian whispered, looking at him through his eyelashes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Christian closed his eyes, “Fuck.”
“Well that’s the general idea,” Jensen smiled.
The End