Trophy
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,505
Warnings: underage, step-parent/step-child relationship
Jared stares petulantly out the window of the car, purposely ignoring his father who is driving him to hell, aka his mother's house. Jared's parents had gotten divorced when he was very young. So young that he doesn't really remember them ever being married. His father got custody and he only sees his mother once a year, if that, so every time he is forced to visit, it feels like really awkward torture. He doesn't know his mother and she doesn't know him. They do the small talk thing at dinner the first night and then usually Jared is left to his own devices while his mother attends meetings or whatever she does all day that prevented her from taking custody of Jared.
"It's only a week," Jared's dad sighs.
"I know," Jared mutters. He knows it's not his dad's fault, that his dad would love to not have to make this trip either, so he makes an effort to smile. "One more year and then I'll be eighteen and I don't ever have to see her again."
His dad frowns slightly but doesn't say anything else, diplomatic as always, even though Jared knows the divorce was really hard on him and that he's never gotten over it.
When Jared knocks on the front door to his mother's place, he's not overly surprised to be greeted by some dude instead of his mother. This dude doesn't look like hired help though; he's wearing clearly tailored linen pants with a white, cotton shirt unbuttoned nearly to the waist and no shoes. He's also fucking gorgeous, but there's a platinum band winking in the sunlight off his ring finger, so he's also off limits.
"You must be Jared!"
"Yeah…" Jared says slowly, waiting for this guy to introduce himself or move out of the way, or something.
"Oh, where are my manners," the dude says, finally stepping back. He grabs one of Jared's suitcases and starts marching up the long, curved stairway in the entry hall. "Let's get you settled."
Okay, so maybe he is hired help, Jared thinks, and follows the guy up the stairs with his remaining bag.
Except that when he enters the guest room he normally stays in, the guy finally introduces himself.
"I'm Jensen, by the way." He pauses and scratches the back of his neck. "Well, this is awkward. But I'm your mother's new husband."
Jared drops his bag to the ground with a thud. "What?"
It's not that Jared's mother getting remarried is all that much of surprise, this has got to be husband number five or six, but it's a shock that the guy is so young. Now that Jared looks even closer at the guy, he can't be that much older than Jared himself. Maybe thirty, thirty-three?
"I wanted to invite you the wedding but your mother was sure you wouldn't come," Jensen says in a rush. "Maybe I should've insisted. It just all happened so fast."
"Let me guess," Jared says. "You met her while on vacation, it was a whirlwind romance, and next thing you know, you're signing a pre-nup and saying some vows."
Jensen blinks. "How did you know?"
"You're not the first step-daddy I've ever had." Jared looks Jensen up and down. "But you are the youngest."
"Oh." Jensen blushes. "Well, I'll let you get settled. Your mother's not due back until tomorrow."
Suddenly, Jared gets an idea. A wicked, horrible idea. A way to go out with a bang his last year at his mother's and get revenge for his father. He steps closer to Jensen, trails a finger down the man's nearly bare chest. "Also, the gayest."
"I'm not gay," Jensen chokes out.
But his pulse is beating fast against Jared's hand and when Jared slips a leg between Jensen's thighs, his cock isn't exactly telling a straight story, either.
"Bet you get lonely here all by yourself," Jared continues right up against Jensen's neck. "She's always gone. And you're so…"
Jared lets a hand drift to Jensen's cock, squeezing it slightly. "Horny."
"Stop," Jensen begs. But it sounds all breathy and desperate.
"Make me," Jared taunts.
When Jensen doesn't do anything but moan wantonly, Jared unzips his new stepdad's pants, revealing tight, white underwear that hug him in all the right places. Jared cups Jensen's ass with one hand, his cock with the other.
"No, stop. Really." Jensen backs up, nearly tripping over his pants. "This isn't a good idea. Your mother-"
"Won't be around much, if at all," Jared says, but doesn't move closer. "And I won't tell if you won't."
Jensen stares at Jared for a good, long while. Just long enough for Jared to think he made a mistake. And then Jensen is stepping out of the pants, shrugging out of the shirt, and stepping closer again.
"Just this once," Jensen breathes.
Then he's kissing Jared. Jared kisses him back just as fiercely, but instead of leading Jensen toward the guest bed, he leads him out into the hallway, and down to the master bedroom. Jared certainly isn't going to waste what's possibly his one time to fuck such a hot guy on a twin bed barely big enough to contain himself. And Jensen doesn't seem to notice or mind where they're headed anyway.
So they tumble onto the down covers, still kissing, and Jared flips them until he's on top. He sits back on his haunches and slowly peels down Jensen's underwear, revealing his cock, which is just as pretty as the rest of him. Jared gently massages the head until a bead of precome wells up in the slit, then leans down, lapping at it with his tongue. Jensen groans low in his throat, his fingers clutching at Jared's hair almost hard enough to hurt, but he doesn't shove Jared down or try to guide him, he just holds on. Jared gives him a couple of more licks and then sits up, quickly removing his own clothes.
As soon as he's naked, Jensen grabs his wrist, yanking him until he's sitting on Jensen's chest, but facing away from him. Jared shivers in anticipation when he feels Jensen lean up, and then shivers uncontrollably when Jensen's tongue touches his hole. Jensen grabs Jared's ass and yanks him even closer, going deeper and faster with his tongue. He's licking Jared out with abandon, like it's the only thing he ever wants to do, until he finally slips a finger inside Jared and then Jared has to tug on his balls to stop himself from doing just that. Jensen doesn’t stop, just keeps fingering Jared and licking him until Jared is shaking and coming all over Jensen's and his own stomach.
Jensen does some kind of maneuver and then Jared is flat on his stomach and Jensen's cock is inching inside of him, sending bright, achy shockwaves of pleasure back through Jared's body. He's getting hard again already and it almost hurts how quickly. But he shoves his ass back against Jensen's cock, as much as Jensen will allow him to, anyway.
"Oh fuck," Jensen growls.
He grabs Jared under his shoulders and starts shoving him back onto Jensen's cock, harder and faster until the whole bed is shaking. Jared comes again and it feels so good that he can't help but give a wordless shout. Jensen is still pounding into him, his sweat dripping onto Jared's back, his mouth huffing hot breaths against Jared's neck. Jared whimpers; it's starting to be too much. And that's when Jensen stills and comes.
Jared's not sure what he expects to happen after that, but it isn't Jensen pulling out, leaving Jared feeling so empty, and aching, only to flip him over and tenderly push his hair out of his eyes.
"We can't do this again," Jensen says.
In that second he looks every minute of his thirty some years. Jared shifts, feeling the odd sensation of come sliding out of his hole. He didn't even think to make sure they used a condom. He doesn't even know this guy. His stepfather. The thought of that doesn't make Jared feel guilty though. Clearly, the marriage to his mother wasn't going to last anyway.
"You mean we can't get caught," Jared smirks, lifting himself up on one elbow.
"Your mother would kill me," Jensen sighs, flopping back on the other side of the bed.
Jared flips onto his stomach, shifting closer to Jensen to get away from the wet spot. He wiggles his ass a little. "And this isn't worth it."
Jensen laughs. "You're nothing like your mother described."
"My mother doesn't know me," Jared points out.
"Hmm," Jensen agrees. "And what she doesn't know won't hurt her?"
"I'll be eighteen soon. Out of high school. She won't be able to do anything then," Jared says.
"You're assuming this will last that long," Jensen says, but he's smiling.
"I know it will," Jared responds and then kisses him lightly. "I pegged you right, right from the start."
Jensen laughs. "That you did."
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,505
Warnings: underage, step-parent/step-child relationship
Jared stares petulantly out the window of the car, purposely ignoring his father who is driving him to hell, aka his mother's house. Jared's parents had gotten divorced when he was very young. So young that he doesn't really remember them ever being married. His father got custody and he only sees his mother once a year, if that, so every time he is forced to visit, it feels like really awkward torture. He doesn't know his mother and she doesn't know him. They do the small talk thing at dinner the first night and then usually Jared is left to his own devices while his mother attends meetings or whatever she does all day that prevented her from taking custody of Jared.
"It's only a week," Jared's dad sighs.
"I know," Jared mutters. He knows it's not his dad's fault, that his dad would love to not have to make this trip either, so he makes an effort to smile. "One more year and then I'll be eighteen and I don't ever have to see her again."
His dad frowns slightly but doesn't say anything else, diplomatic as always, even though Jared knows the divorce was really hard on him and that he's never gotten over it.
When Jared knocks on the front door to his mother's place, he's not overly surprised to be greeted by some dude instead of his mother. This dude doesn't look like hired help though; he's wearing clearly tailored linen pants with a white, cotton shirt unbuttoned nearly to the waist and no shoes. He's also fucking gorgeous, but there's a platinum band winking in the sunlight off his ring finger, so he's also off limits.
"You must be Jared!"
"Yeah…" Jared says slowly, waiting for this guy to introduce himself or move out of the way, or something.
"Oh, where are my manners," the dude says, finally stepping back. He grabs one of Jared's suitcases and starts marching up the long, curved stairway in the entry hall. "Let's get you settled."
Okay, so maybe he is hired help, Jared thinks, and follows the guy up the stairs with his remaining bag.
Except that when he enters the guest room he normally stays in, the guy finally introduces himself.
"I'm Jensen, by the way." He pauses and scratches the back of his neck. "Well, this is awkward. But I'm your mother's new husband."
Jared drops his bag to the ground with a thud. "What?"
It's not that Jared's mother getting remarried is all that much of surprise, this has got to be husband number five or six, but it's a shock that the guy is so young. Now that Jared looks even closer at the guy, he can't be that much older than Jared himself. Maybe thirty, thirty-three?
"I wanted to invite you the wedding but your mother was sure you wouldn't come," Jensen says in a rush. "Maybe I should've insisted. It just all happened so fast."
"Let me guess," Jared says. "You met her while on vacation, it was a whirlwind romance, and next thing you know, you're signing a pre-nup and saying some vows."
Jensen blinks. "How did you know?"
"You're not the first step-daddy I've ever had." Jared looks Jensen up and down. "But you are the youngest."
"Oh." Jensen blushes. "Well, I'll let you get settled. Your mother's not due back until tomorrow."
Suddenly, Jared gets an idea. A wicked, horrible idea. A way to go out with a bang his last year at his mother's and get revenge for his father. He steps closer to Jensen, trails a finger down the man's nearly bare chest. "Also, the gayest."
"I'm not gay," Jensen chokes out.
But his pulse is beating fast against Jared's hand and when Jared slips a leg between Jensen's thighs, his cock isn't exactly telling a straight story, either.
"Bet you get lonely here all by yourself," Jared continues right up against Jensen's neck. "She's always gone. And you're so…"
Jared lets a hand drift to Jensen's cock, squeezing it slightly. "Horny."
"Stop," Jensen begs. But it sounds all breathy and desperate.
"Make me," Jared taunts.
When Jensen doesn't do anything but moan wantonly, Jared unzips his new stepdad's pants, revealing tight, white underwear that hug him in all the right places. Jared cups Jensen's ass with one hand, his cock with the other.
"No, stop. Really." Jensen backs up, nearly tripping over his pants. "This isn't a good idea. Your mother-"
"Won't be around much, if at all," Jared says, but doesn't move closer. "And I won't tell if you won't."
Jensen stares at Jared for a good, long while. Just long enough for Jared to think he made a mistake. And then Jensen is stepping out of the pants, shrugging out of the shirt, and stepping closer again.
"Just this once," Jensen breathes.
Then he's kissing Jared. Jared kisses him back just as fiercely, but instead of leading Jensen toward the guest bed, he leads him out into the hallway, and down to the master bedroom. Jared certainly isn't going to waste what's possibly his one time to fuck such a hot guy on a twin bed barely big enough to contain himself. And Jensen doesn't seem to notice or mind where they're headed anyway.
So they tumble onto the down covers, still kissing, and Jared flips them until he's on top. He sits back on his haunches and slowly peels down Jensen's underwear, revealing his cock, which is just as pretty as the rest of him. Jared gently massages the head until a bead of precome wells up in the slit, then leans down, lapping at it with his tongue. Jensen groans low in his throat, his fingers clutching at Jared's hair almost hard enough to hurt, but he doesn't shove Jared down or try to guide him, he just holds on. Jared gives him a couple of more licks and then sits up, quickly removing his own clothes.
As soon as he's naked, Jensen grabs his wrist, yanking him until he's sitting on Jensen's chest, but facing away from him. Jared shivers in anticipation when he feels Jensen lean up, and then shivers uncontrollably when Jensen's tongue touches his hole. Jensen grabs Jared's ass and yanks him even closer, going deeper and faster with his tongue. He's licking Jared out with abandon, like it's the only thing he ever wants to do, until he finally slips a finger inside Jared and then Jared has to tug on his balls to stop himself from doing just that. Jensen doesn’t stop, just keeps fingering Jared and licking him until Jared is shaking and coming all over Jensen's and his own stomach.
Jensen does some kind of maneuver and then Jared is flat on his stomach and Jensen's cock is inching inside of him, sending bright, achy shockwaves of pleasure back through Jared's body. He's getting hard again already and it almost hurts how quickly. But he shoves his ass back against Jensen's cock, as much as Jensen will allow him to, anyway.
"Oh fuck," Jensen growls.
He grabs Jared under his shoulders and starts shoving him back onto Jensen's cock, harder and faster until the whole bed is shaking. Jared comes again and it feels so good that he can't help but give a wordless shout. Jensen is still pounding into him, his sweat dripping onto Jared's back, his mouth huffing hot breaths against Jared's neck. Jared whimpers; it's starting to be too much. And that's when Jensen stills and comes.
Jared's not sure what he expects to happen after that, but it isn't Jensen pulling out, leaving Jared feeling so empty, and aching, only to flip him over and tenderly push his hair out of his eyes.
"We can't do this again," Jensen says.
In that second he looks every minute of his thirty some years. Jared shifts, feeling the odd sensation of come sliding out of his hole. He didn't even think to make sure they used a condom. He doesn't even know this guy. His stepfather. The thought of that doesn't make Jared feel guilty though. Clearly, the marriage to his mother wasn't going to last anyway.
"You mean we can't get caught," Jared smirks, lifting himself up on one elbow.
"Your mother would kill me," Jensen sighs, flopping back on the other side of the bed.
Jared flips onto his stomach, shifting closer to Jensen to get away from the wet spot. He wiggles his ass a little. "And this isn't worth it."
Jensen laughs. "You're nothing like your mother described."
"My mother doesn't know me," Jared points out.
"Hmm," Jensen agrees. "And what she doesn't know won't hurt her?"
"I'll be eighteen soon. Out of high school. She won't be able to do anything then," Jared says.
"You're assuming this will last that long," Jensen says, but he's smiling.
"I know it will," Jared responds and then kisses him lightly. "I pegged you right, right from the start."
Jensen laughs. "That you did."