[fic] Tryfanstone: Slick
[ Jared/Jensen ]
Title: Slick
Writer: tryfanstone
Alternate link: AO3
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Omegaverse, and every single layer of dubcon that implies. Knotting, dirty talk, nipple play, rimming, snowballing, milking, barebacking, a little bondage, hints of mpreg.
Length: 5,000
Summary: Written for spnkink-meme Prompt: I just want to see this scene written: After knotting Jensen, MC manhandles a dazed Jensen to sit on his lap, chest to back, and gets Jensen off again and again by just playing with his nipples, never even needs to touch his dick. Jensen's sobbing from over-stimulation but is too fucked out to have enough energy to push MC's hands away from his abused nipples. MC doesn't pull out after his knot deflates, just waits for the constant contractions of Jensen's ass to get him hard again before he starts round two. (OP lists option for J2 in comments.)
Reccer's notes: tryfanstone is a sublime storyteller, there is always so much depth to anything she puts her hand to. This story doesn't disappoint and can be read on so many levels; there is the porn which Jay nails cold. Jensen is a hot mess in this AU, but it's also funny (be sure to read the footnotes) and cruel and Jared's motivations in this story make me hate him more than a little. And of course the moral aspect of a hardwired physiology verses societies prejudices in this A/B/O AU are gutting. A riveting read and I hear rumours (or maybe I'm just creating them) that a sequel might be in the future.
[Short excerpt]He's never gone into heat before, doesn't know what the hell happened: he's been taking suppressors since he was thirteen and they've never failed him until now. He couldn't have picked a worse time, a closed set, some fucking island off Vancouver.
"Hey," Jared had said, catching him shivering and flushed, curled up on the floor of his trailer. "Ackles. What the fuck's wrong -" His nostrils had widened. "Oh," he'd said - so instantly aware of what was going down when it had taken Jensen himself hours to realize - and then he'd said gently, softly, an embarrassed flush creeping over his face and his eyes darkening, earnest: "Want me to help? I... know what I'm doing, Jen." He's so brightly obliging, the sly tilt of his narrowed eyes familiar, Jensen's friend, his co-star. And maybe Jared has done this before, for some other closet case, a girlfriend, a lover.
Jared. Everyone's best friend.