CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // December 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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Jensen is gentle since it's not like he can be anything else, and it's Gen who changes that, who whispers into his ear what Jared needs. The slick smooth slide of fingers into him is replaced by Jensen's mouth, strong strong hands holding him apart as Jensen pushes his tongue heedless of the lube, only focused on making this as good as it can be, and it is good in a way he had expected and in a dozen other ways beside. He can't describe how it makes him feel to let Gen see him like this rather than being the person doing it to him, or how it feels to know that it's Jensen with his pretty mouth, and inhuman-ness pushing into him with everything he has, rougher and harder now, letting Jared fuck back onto his tongue and then imperceptibly his fingers. It's too much and not enough at the same time, sort of how it feels to watch the way Jensen watchs Gen.
When Jared's so hard he's dripping and squirming on the sheets to try and bring himself off, Jensen finishes and nudges up tight and close behind him, solid warmth and adoration in a way that Jared can't think about too closely. It's Gen's hoarse whisper that does it. "Do it," she says, words almost broken, a hitch in her breath as she watches them, a buzzing toy clamped between her thighs (another thing they haven't had much use for,) and Jared wishes he could go down on her, but he's pretty sure that the moment Jensen gets his dick into him, he's going to lose most coherent thought.
Jensen isn't small, and it's been long enough since Jared has done this, that he feels like he's being pulled apart when Jensen finally pushs in. Gen was right though, he loved it like this, feeling every inch, the struggle of his body to resist and then finally relax, how deep it felt when finally Jensen had sheathed himself smoothly. He ruts his own dick against the bedsheets, wishes he'd had the forethought to be on hands and knees for this instead, and then Jensen is pulling him up and back, hands almost unbelievably strong against him, moving him like it's easy, until they're wedged together, Jared supported by his shaky arms and by Jensen, and he can't quite believe this is happening. The only sound he can make out is what he can only describe as a breathless gulp, as Jensen pushes into him with solid little punches of his hips, and Jared just wants more. Squirms back a little until he's got a solid balance and jerks at his dick, adding the raw slipside of it to the sparking thats running through his body.
He lets his head sink, doesn't even try and keep it up, rocks against the penetration disrupting the rhythm of Jensen's strokes but hardly caring, hot hard pressure deep inside him, and he can barely take it. He can feel the pressure building up in him, tugs at his cock faster and harder, wants to come exactly like this, wipe clean the rest of the day, the rest of how difficult everything seems to be becoming so slowly. When he finally gets there, it's like everything's clear for a second, mind wiped of all thoughts as he falls into it.
He half expects Jensen to pull out after Jared has come, but he's surprised in this as in so many other things. Jensen just pushes in deeper, right on the edge of too much, overloading Jared's still raw nerves with sensation, fucks him slower now but no less hard until Jensen comes as well.
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"Yeah I'm good," she said, "I don't think you know what you looked like with him. Wouldn't want to do it every night, but it was still pretty scorching."
Jensen is following his usual pattern, clean-up and straightening the room before he joins them on the bed, curling at the end as usual, a warm and heavy weight there, that they barely even notice anymore. He never sleeps in his own room.
The next day is when things start to go to shit though Jared doesn't pinpoint that until long after. It starts when Gen has to fly off for a conference. She can work from home most days- isn't like she needs to see her co-workers to do a good job, and technology means that vid calls can bring people together around the world in an instant. Given the shrinking of the world's population, it's no longer commercially viable to run huge business centres in cities. Sometimes though in a bid to impress, GMs get called in for mass meetings in whichever tropical hot-spot has taken the CEO's fancy. Usually partners are welcome, but Jared's got a deadline coming up and has declined the opportunity.
She kisses them both before she leaves, a long kiss for Jared, and a hesitant peck on the cheek for Jensen when she tells him, she'll be back soon. Jared immerses himself back into work-mode, bashing out as many words as he can without compromising the over-all quality. He's so deep into it that the hours fly past, and the only indication that Jensen is there at all is the occasional drinks that appear on the desk from time to time. When finally he comes out of his work-induced daze, he looks round for Jensen but sees nothing. He gives a quick shout but when Jensen doesn't come, he heads up the stairs to the bedroom where Jensen generally hides out with a book when he's not in use or curled up in the study. There's no-one there though, and Jared can't help a frown from creasing his face a little.
He searches the rest of the house, even pops a head into Jensen's nominal room. There's no Jensen there, but there is a corner of a book poking out from under the bed, and that's unusual enough to make Jared worried. Jensen cares for books with the same passion that he puts into looking after Jared and Gen in any way that he can. He'd never leave one on the floor. He draws the book out fully, looks at the title with a puzzled frown.
'If this is a man,' it reads, black text on a white background. No picture, just the title and the name of the author- Primo Levi. He's never heard of it, doesn't remember when Gen had bought it as he must have done. It's certainly not one of the ones she read out. Giving in to curiousity he poked under the bed some more and withdrew four or five other ones, neatly stacked together and pushed to the back, none of the titles familiar bar The Three Musketeers which is the first book he remembers seeing Jensen reading. With a growing sense of unease he puts them up on the small bedside table, and searches through the house some more. It takes a bit of time before he checks out in the garden, where truth be told he hadn't expected to find Jensen. It was surprisingly cold out there, and Jensen in his thin white clothing would be chilled through.
Despite that though Jensen's out there, book clutched in his hands, shoulders bowed over it, and it takes Jared several horrible seconds to realise that Jensen is crying. That he's bent over the book crying in silence. Any one of the oddities would've been nothing- Jensen liked being outside, and Jared had cried himself a time or two over some of the things that Gen read out to him.
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And then (because I know nothing about anything, apparently) I googled for the Primo Levi book, and just about cried over the poem that's the introduction. I can't even imagine what it must be like for Jensen to be coming to terms with these ideas and questions, to be realising how the world he lives in sees him; I ache, reading it.
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The Primo Levi book is well worth a read (though it will rip your heart out.) There's so much searing anguish in it, and so much humanity that I imagine for Jensen to read it, even without knowing how closely his own condition echoes it would be heart-breaking.
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"It's okay," Jared says, and takes another cautious step forward. This isn't covered in the manual- no-one has ever told him what he has to do if an Omega starts crying, and he wonders if the subject has ever even come up before. "Why were you crying?" he asks, doesn't put his arms around Jensen, feeling alien and alone all of a sudden, as though Jensen's tears had tapped into some fear Jared had inside himself, that he can't even name, deep and persistent though it was.
"Is it real?" Jensen asks, extends the book he's been reading towards him, and Jesus Jared recognises the books now. He'd bought them for Gen, a rare switch-up of their usual pattern on some online house-aucton site, under the impression that he was buying some cheesy romance novels, only to discover when they'd arrived that actually they were mostly historical books- ten of them, and pretty grim reading, covering material that was generally unknown now unless you were a historian. All the wars and petty fights of the past kind of blended into one as compared to the enormity of the Reformation after all. Humanity had done terrible things, but when faced with complete and utter extinction all else had faded.
Now he's faced with an Omega asking him if it's real and he doesn't know how to explain the past when he barely knows anything about it himself. He's seen some of the media pieces, knows dry names of wars (from World War I, World War II, the Iraq War, the Iran conflict, the Coalition, the Chemical War and all the rest) but details elude him. He tries for sensible. "What are you upset about?" he asks instead. "What did it say?"
Jensen shrugs, like he doesn't have words to explain, looks down at the book in his hand. "It's terrible," he says quietly. "Did people actually do that? Did they actually lock people away because they were different and then kill them?"
"Yeah," Jared said, fumbling for words. "They did I guess. Look Jensen, it's not worth upsetting yourself over. It was over centuries ago, people don't do things like that any more." He steps forward tugs the book gently from Jensen's hands. "Honestly," he says, "that was a shameful time for the world, but we'd never do anything like that again to anyone." He doesn't know how much it helps, but Jensen visibly settles himself, wipes across his face again, and comes back indoors, lets Jared put him near the heater to warm through, and drinks something hot, though he doesn't pick up a book.
The rest of the day is quiet, Jared manages to get his project finished, then gets through to Gen on the compu rather than just through his earpiece, so that Jensen can say hi as well. He knows the instant that she sees them, that she can tell that something's wrong, but he smiles at her still, lets her know silently he'll tell her when she returns, and Jensen is nothing but smiles, asks her if she's liking the weather, and listening with interest to her description of the hotel.
That night, Jared misses the warmth of Gen beside him, feels oddly cold and alone in bed even just for the one night, and pulls Jensen up to sleep beside him rather than at the foot of the bed. Imagines Gen snuggling in, around them both and feels his heart gripped tight for a moment in a way he can't think about too closely. When Jensen falls asleep easily, Jared murmurs on the small light and picks up If this is a man and begins to read. By the time he's too tired to finish, he wants to cry himself though he doesn't understand why.
Oh God this is over 14.5K long and I'm still not done. Sorry OP!
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Jensen shifted at the movement, and opened his eyes sleepily. "Morning," he said, and Jared felt better already at that, and even more so when Jensen's hand found his morning hard-on.
"Morning," he murmured back, arching a little into the touch, enjoying the slowness of it, the care with which Jensen always touched him. "Sleep well?" he asked as Jensen licked his palm and sped up his strokes, always knowing the best, the fastest way to get him off.
"Uh huh," Jensen replied, clearly distracted as he brought Jared off in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time, ducking down before the end to swallow the resultant come in a way that had Jared almost laughing at the forethought.
"You really don't like wet patches do you?" he said, and Jensen grinned at him, flopping back down beside him, unselfconsciously hard himself now in a way that Jared couldn't help but notice, even though Jensen would never purposely bring it to his attention. With lazy touches he made him shiver and fall apart in a satisfyingly short amount of time. Afterwards when they were finally up, Jared went into the kitchen to make breakfast for himself, and set out Jensen's food-stuff for him. When Jensen picked it up to carry into the dining room as usual, Jared stopped him. “You can eat in here if you like,” he said, feeling obscurely embarrassed. Jensen blinked at him, but sat back down to spoon it in easily, though it looked disgusting.
“What do you want me to do today?” he asked as usual, clearly expecting the usual ‘whatever you like.’
Jared shrugged. “I thought maybe we could talk,” he said uncomfortably.
“We do talk,” Jensen said, not arguing but puzzled.
“I know,” replied Jared, finding it difficult to explain what he meant. They did talk, but never about Jensen. They talked of plot points between them for Jared’s thriller pieces, and Gen batted back ideas with him, and they both liked explaining what should be the obvious to an intrigued Jensen, and of course there was always sex. But Jensen himself was just there on the outside of it all. “I wanted to ask you about before you came here.”
Jensen’s brows drew together instantly. “I’m not supposed to talk about it,” he said, and managed to make even that flat no sound charming and apologetic. “I’m happy to be here, I’m happy that you picked me to give you a child, and that’s all there is to tell.”
Jared pushed on though he wasn’t sure why. “Please Jensen, I really want to know.” He looked straight at the Omega, feeling bad for doing this but knowing that Jensen couldn’t prevail against being asked so directly. He was surprised when Jensen twitched his gaze away, and refocused somewhere else, mouth still stubbornly closed. “Did something bad happen to you there?” he said, feeling his way through the conversation.
Jensen looked back at him, and Jared was unnerved by the sudden depth of the feeling there, the way that Jensen almost laughed, the side of his mouth twitching up. “No,” he said briefly. “It was absolutely fine,” and Jared is reminded strongly once again and not for the first time that Jensen isn’t stupid in any sense of the word. This is the first time though, that that knowledge sets off an aimless kind of dread. All he can think about is the books under Jensen’s bed, the worn one lying beside their shared bed upstairs, and tears on Jensen’s face.
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"Anything you want," he replies smoothly, having clearly decided that descending back into strict protocol is the way to deal with Jared behaving like a child. He folds his hands together, and tilts his head to one side to look at Jared. "We can talk about your book if you like?" he says it with a smile that isn't reflected in his eyes.
The words are innocuous, the intent isn't. Only Gen knows about that book, buried beneath a thousand other projects, a ridiculous and stupid attempt to replicate an art-form that was practically lost these days- no money in it after all. Well and apparently Jensen now, and Jared's pretty furious at that. Jensen isn't allowed near the compu, that's in the terms of the contract that Jared and Gen had signed. He's never to be given access to the net, to a compu-point or to anything that might lead him to knowledge of exactly what he is. In fact they were negligent not to have voice-locked everything against him. "How do you know about that?" he asks, tries to keep the anger out of his voice. Jensen's clearly still shaken from yesterday, and Jared should make allowances for that he knows, especially when this is his fault anyway.
"Lucky guess," Jensen says, and with anyone else Jared would have said he was being snide. Jensen didn't lie though, not ever. Number one rule drilled in deep. Omegas don't lie. Jared relaxes. If Jensen says it, it's true, and he lets the anger drain away, though he's still a little pissed.
"I don't want to talk about it," Jared says, aware now that he's the one on the back foot. Jensen is moving around the kitchen area now, back tense and straight as he tidies the few things away. It's bizarre having this kind of tension between them- Jensen's been with them for months and it's never happened before, there's never even been the most minor hint of conflict. If he'd been asked before this, Jared would have said it was impossible. He wonders uneasily if this is normal, but he's never even heard of this in the past, and he thinks it might be something to ask the counsellor when Gen returns from her trip.
The rest of the day is strained and awkward, on Jared's side at least. Jensen behaves exactly the same as always- endlessly helpful and precise, sticks around close rather than vanishes out of the room, like he doesn't even notice there is anything wrong.
That's the start of it, that day. Jared can't look at Jensen the same way anymore, and his unease translates itself to Gen when she comes back, a little bit tanned and revitalised and hugs them both. Jensen without any bidding goes to his room afterwards to let them talk, polite as always, and Jared tries to explain to her what the problem is. Gen listens like she always does, forehead wrinkling as she tries to take it in.
"You mean he just wouldn't say?" she asks eventually, looking troubled. "Do you think I should ask him?"
"It wouldn't do any good I think," Jared replied, "he just didn't want to say. He's been told not to, and I know we've been told not to ask, but I was curious." Gen ruffles her hand through his hair, stretching up on tiptoe to do so.
"Curiosity killed the cat," she reminds him dryly, the oldfashioned phrase making him smile, as he finished the tag.
"Satisfaction brought it back," he pointed out, and pulled her close. "I think it should just be us tonight," he said into the side of her neck. "A proper welcome home."
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I'll still credit your prompt for the inspiration obviously, and I hope you enjoy it, even though it's quite changed.
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I'm fine with you posting this on your own journal -- you should totally be taking credit for this freaking AMAZING story!
Having said that, though, your ideas for Jensen finding out on his own aren't too far off the prompt. I honestly don't care how he finds out, so long as he does.
I am so in love with this story, I can't even begin to tell you. It just keeps getting deeper and more involved and more intricate. So finely woven...
I never want it to end! lol
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I'm really glad that you're liking it, and that it's the sort of thing you were looking for!
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