!!! - CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS - !!! J2 Prompting Post // Sept 1st - Sept 15th
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THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
Jared looks up from the bottle he's warming and says, "I think it's past somebody's bedtime."
"Come on, buddy. Swallow." Jeff swipes the rubber-coated spoon through the prunes smeared over Jensen's chin. Jensen, eyes mischievous, shakes his head from side to side in a big exaggerated arc. Jeff pauses, irritated. "If you make me tell you again," he says, leaning back in his chair, "you're not going to like it."
Jensen bangs his fists on the tray of his high chair and yells, "No!"
Of the words in Jensen's limited vocabulary, there is only one that would matter, and "no" isn't it.
Jeff stands up, grim and absolutely serious. He says, "Alright, son, that is it. This little tantrum ends now," and Jensen goes instantly quiet. His face crumples and his lower lip curves out. Jeff's grip on Jensen's elbow is harsh as he drags him to the couch and lays him across his lap, and then Jared hears the muffled whumps as Jensen's discipline begins. Jared thinks that times like this are his favorites, when Jensen is so scared of his own needs, so scared of new territory, and so determined to act out in ways that will earn him a punishment which is familiar and comforting. He needs so badly for them to make it into something he doesn't have the choice to get away from, so that it will then be something he is able to manage.
The spanking can't possibly hurt, not yet, not with the strikes landing on top of his diaper, but before long Jensen is pleading in a small voice, no and Daddy and no.
Jared opens the pill crusher to grind up the white tablet that goes in Jensen's nighttime bottle.
Then Jeff is stripping Jensen naked and spreading a burp cloth across his lap, the green one with the little choo-choo trains. Jared hears Jeff say, "I'll give you something to cry about, boy," low and growly and menacing, and Jared's own gut clenches with arousal at the threat in it. This time, each slap is loud and sharp, and they make Jensen's bare butt jiggle.
Jared opens the bag of supplies from the doctor's office to look for the cream they're supposed to apply twice a day, externally and internally. Or, she had told them with a wink, as often as he needs it! The syringe is immense and he sees why she sent them home with so many tubes of ointment.
Jensen's sobs have turned into grunts as his backside gets pink and the smacks keep coming, on and on.
Also in the bag Jared finds a pamphlet on diaper training, (For Your Special Family), along with squeeze bottles of clear liquid with narrow nozzles, a heavy jar labeled fiber supplement, and little white bullets in individual packs with foil backing. On a brown plastic bottle Jared sees the word castor, and then he has to close the bag and lean against the counter. He's dizzy with images of the things they're going to do, and with thoughts of what it will mean. All he feels is need, urgent and essential and unrelenting, to push further, to go deeper. To have Jensen strip off his control and give it over to them. To let them lift off the burdens of all his body's demands.
His cock aches and he squeezes himself through his pants. He tips Jensen's bottle so that two drops fall onto his wrist.
Jensen is rutting against Jeff's leg in short uneven thrusts and Jeff is fondling Jensen's buttocks, no longer spanking him but leaning down, whispering in his ear until Jensen stops grunting and goes rigid, dribbling onto the cloth beneath him.
At the changing table in the nursery, Jared holds Jensen's bottle out to him, giving him the choice to take his sedative or to purse his lips and turn away. "Want your sleepytime bottle?" Tonight Jensen reaches out with both hands and grins up at Jared like he hung the moon. He is beautiful, rosy from his exertion, and Jared bends down to kiss the hair at his temple where it's damp, smelling the soft baby scent of him.
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Jeff wraps his arms around Jared from behind and slides one hand down into his waistband, saying to Jensen, "This is going to make you all better. Just like the doc said." Jared spreads some of the cream around Jensen's balls and the creases of his legs. His bottom is hot under Jared's hands, and so red from his spanking that Jared knows it must still be throbbing.
When he inserts the applicator's long tip, Jensen squirms but keeps his legs splayed as wide as they can go. Jeff makes a low groan of approval and bites at Jared's neck. He pushes the plunger in slowly, imagining Jensen's little channel filling up, with him helpless to stop it. For his own good. By the time the plunger is halfway depressed, the nipple has popped out of Jensen's mouth and he is wriggling. Jared shushes him, saying, "Hold still," and gives him a pinch on the angry red skin where his thigh meets his cheek, where the sting will make the biggest impression. "You want us to take care of your boo boo, don't you?" A glob of ointment leaks out, warmed by his body and dripping down onto the changing pad.
Twenty minutes later, Jensen has finished his bottle and they've put him in his blue flannel footed jammies with the buttoned flap in the back, and Jeff is rocking him to sleep in the big rocking chair. He is spread-legged across Jeff's lap, head slumped onto Jeff's shoulder and eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks. With every slow sway that the chair makes, Jensen's head nudges against Jeff's chin, and Jeff hugs him close with one hand while his other hand cradles his skull, rubbing soothing circles into the skin behind his ear. The flap of Jensen's pajamas is folded down between his legs, his diaper is unfastened and bunched up against Jeff's chest, and his hole is stretched tight around Jeff's cock.
From where he's sitting on the floor in front of the chair, Jared can see each slow slide as Jensen's body swallows his daddy's cock, up to the head and then all the way down to the rolled edge of the condom; how Jeff is plugging him up, in and out, steady and certain and sure; how the glow of the nightlight reflects off their skin, shiny with lube and with ointment. Gentle, not wanting to come yet, he rubs his palm around the head of his own cock where it's slick, and reaches up to cup Jeff's balls. Jeff presses his mouth to the crown of Jensen's head and moves his hand from Jensen's back down to his butt, pulling aside one cheek and spreading him wide so that on every backwards rock, he settles heavier and deeper.
Jensen fidgets drowsily, sucking his thumb into his mouth and tilting his hips to make room for their fingers.
Jeff breaths out a small amused sigh and leans his head back against the chair. "He's all tuckered out."
Jared stretches his fingers up along Jeff's cock so that he can feel the place where he is embedding himself again and again. The boy is fitted to him, fixed, held there by gravity and devotion. "He's got a big day ahead of him tomorrow."
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(And of course I also third a sequel request, if you needed encouragement. ♥)
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