CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // August 1 - 15
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Inhaling deeply, Jensen shoulders his bag and heads up the front walk. He has no freaking clue how he’s going to get inside. If Jared’s parents recognize him, it’s over. If they don’t, Jensen doesn’t know how to get them to let him in. Maybe he should have brought Danni or Sam. Hell, even Kane.
Before Jensen can knock the door swings open and a blonde boy that Jensen has never met but seen plenty of pictures of looks up at him, his blue eyes cold and deadly. Chad glances over his shoulder then looks back to Jensen, planting one hand in the middle of his chest and pushes him out onto the porch, shutting the door behind him.
“Look, whatever you’re here for, just turn around and leave,” Chad grits out.
Jensen straightens to his full height, his shoulders back, eyes narrowed angrily. Chad doesn’t even flinch. “I need to see Jared.”
“No you don’t, pal,” Chad snarls. “Don’t you think you fucked his life up enough already?”
“What the hell’re you talking about?!” Jensen snaps. “I love him…”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Chad answers sarcastically. “Just like you loved all the ones before and the ones after.”
“Look, kid,” Jensen sighs. “You don’t know me…”
“I know plenty,” Chad growls. “Mike Rosenbaum. Ring any bells?”
Jensen blinks owlishly, shaking his head. “What’s Mike got to do with this?”
“Mike’s my cousin you dick. And I know all about how you lead him on, making him think he was ‘the one’ until you got tired of him and moved on. Not before you knocked him up and made him get rid’a the baby though.”
“Chad, no,” Jensen sighs. “That’s not what happened at all. Mike and I dated a few times, it wasn’t going anywhere so I broke it off. We never even slept together but Mike was obsessed…”
“Pretty likely story, except how you did the same thing to my best friend!”
“I never lead Jared on. I’ve never lead anyone on.” Jensen pauses, licks his lips. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you. Jared is who matters here. Lemme see him.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged,” Jensen growls, taking a step forward.
“Stop it, both of you.”
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Jared stands in the open door, looking back and forth between Jensen and Chad, arms crossed angrily over his chest. “What the hell is your problem?” he asks both of them. “You’re just damn lucky my parents aren’t here right now.”
“Jared,” Jensen breathes, holding out one hand, his green eyes glittering in the early evening light. “Baby, I’ve been so worried…”
“Yeah,” Chad snorts. “Like you were worried about Mike?”
“Jesus,” Jared sighs. “Get in here ‘fore one’a the neighbors calls the cops on your stupid asses.”
Jensen glares once more at Chad as he does as Jared said. Chad turns to Jared, his eyes wide and pleading. “You gotta call the cops, JT,” Chad whispers furiously. “God knows why he’s here…”
“Chad,” Jared grits out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I highly doubt he flew to my parents’ house to murder us in our sleep or something…”
“You don’t know…”
“Look, just, go home. Lemme deal with this.”
“Not alone,” Chad hisses. “Are you freakin’ nuts? Is it the baby hormones? He’s a psycho, Jared.”
“Seriously,” Jared huffs. “Just go. I’m tired and nauseous and I don’t wanna deal with you two fighting.”
“I’m sitting right out here ‘til he leaves,” Chad grumbles and plops down on the front porch, glaring up at Jared.
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Jensen looks up, his eyes wide, his lips parting slightly. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks - his eyes tired behind the glasses that he never wears usually and smudged with purple beneath - and he’s got at least a week’s worth of stubble growing and he’s wearing sweats and a wrinkled t-shirt. Jared has never seen Jensen look like this. Jensen is always so put together, even when they’re relaxing at home - were relaxing at home - and this Jensen is anything but. Frankly he looks as awful as Jared feels. But he’s still the most beautiful person Jared has ever seen in his life.
Jared crosses his arms over his chest - mostly to resist rubbing his stomach, it’s become a nervous habit that he can’t quite control - and stares at Jensen. “What’re you doing here?”
“Thought that’d be obvious,” Jensen says softly. “I wake up one morning to find you gone, no note, no explanation… I’ve been worried sick, Jared.”
Jared snorts out a humorless laugh and shakes his head. “Why, Jensen? It’s not like you don’t have a freakin’ line just waitin’ to fill my shoes.”
“What?” Jensen breathes, blinking owlishly. “What’s that mean? I was terrified that someone took you to get to me or that you were hurt, or worse, and I’d never know it.”
“I’m not stupid,” Jared grits out. “I know that you’ve got plenty’a others on the side. What’s one little missin’ omega?”
Jensen stands up and stalks toward him, his eyes narrowed, anger bleeding off the tense line of his shoulders. Jared’s still not afraid. In fact, it’s stupidly hot. “Is that what you think?” Jensen growls.
“It’s what I know,” Jared counters with a shrug of one shoulder. “I know the rumors, Jensen. I’ve met a few of your conquests, heard the stories ‘bout you fuckin’ them in the alley outside a club or them sucking you off in the back of the car,” Jared pauses, swallowing thickly, not wanting Jensen to see how much talking about this hurts, “Fuck, Jensen, I know Mike!”
Jensen stands in front of him for a few moments, chest heaving, hands clenched into fists at his side. He’s close enough to touch - which also means he’s close enough to scent the subtle difference in Jared because of the pregnancy - and Jared needs this to be over, now.
“None of that is true,” Jensen whispers, his shoulders slumping. “Jared, I love you. I want you to be my mate…”
“Chad said you made Mike get an abortion when he wound up pregnant.”
“Sweetheart, I never even slept with Mike,” Jensen replies softly. He huffs out a sigh and paces away, one hand rubbing over his face. “Mike, like a lot of others, wanted something from me. Be it protection or money, power, just the ability to say that they were with the Devil of Dallas. I’ve dated a few people, slept with a few, but it was never like everyone tries to make it sound. Yes, I have a certain reputation and yes I have let it go, done nothing to refute it. But all of that was before you.”
“Before I left,” Jared murmurs, tears stinging his eyes. “You were gone all the time, working late. You didn’t even… It was weeks, Jensen.”
“I know,” Jensen sighs. “And I’m sorry ‘bout that. Things were crazy and I had to deal with some things, things I let go while we were settling in. I didn’t think it’d take as long as it did. And when I’d get home, you were already asleep most nights and I knew you had to get up in the morning for school. I just… I’m sorry,” he repeats. “The last thing I ever meant to do was neglect you. Or hurt you.”
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Sure enough, Jensen pulls back just enough to look at him, his wide eyes searching Jared’s. “Seriously?” he rasps.
“Yeah,” Jared nods, more tears falling beyond his control. “I was afraid…”
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Jensen’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. He leans forward and buries his face in Jared’s neck, inhaling deeply once again, his inner alpha preening at the scent of life clinging to his omega, his mate. His arms slide around Jared’s trembling shoulders and pull him closer, turning his head enough to press a kiss under Jared’s jaw.
“God,” he breathes. “Jay. I don’t… Holy crap.”
“Are you mad?” Jared whispers shakily.
Jensen pulls back to look at him, once again cupping his face. “No, baby,” Jensen gives Jared a watery smile. “I couldn’t be happier.”
“But I ran away…”
“Because there were some big misunderstandings and we never talked about things. That’s my fault, sweetheart. I can’t blame that on you.” Jensen inhales deeply, exhales slowly, his thumbs rubbing over Jared’s cheekbones. “Just. Come home?”
“Yes,” Jared whispers, tears pooling in his eyes again, his bottom lip quivering. “Damn hormones,” he laughs shakily.
Jensen grins and hugs him close again. “Gotta call Danni and get her to book two tickets…” he murmurs, mind going a million miles a minute. “How fast can you be ready?”
“Jensen, whoa,” Jared chuckles, pulling out of his arms. Jensen barely resists grabbing for him again. “I have to let my parents know something and I can’t just take off at the drop of a hat. Not again,” Jared adds sheepishly. “Get a room in town and book the flight for tomorrow some time. I’ll talk to my folks when they get home and take it from there, okay?”
Unable to not touch, Jensen reaches out, grabbing Jared wrist. “Will you come spend the night with me?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive veins on the inside of Jared’s wrist.
Jared swallows thickly, licking his lips, and nods. “I’ll, uh, I should be able to. After I talk to my parents and get things worked out, I could come over.”
Using the hold on Jared’s wrist, Jensen tugs gently, pulling his omega closer. “Please?” he breathes. “I’ve missed you, so much. Just wanna hold you and talk to you, just be around you.”
Jared’s lips part on a soft, barely-there gasp and he nods again. “Me too,” he rasps. “T-they should be home soon. I’ll call you.”
Jensen nods, reaches up with one hand to palm Jared’s face. Jared leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed, sighing contently. “Can I kiss you?” Jensen whispers, lips a hairs’ breadth away from Jared’s.
“Yes,” Jared hisses softly.
The kiss is sweet and chaste and Jensen forces himself to pull away, to not ravish Jared on his parents’ living room carpet. “Hurry, okay?”
“Soon,” Jared nods.
Jensen bites down on the inside of his jaw and pulls away, picking up his bag and heads straight for the door. If he doesn’t leave now, he never will. He almost trips over Chad when he walks out and rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone as he steps around the pain-in-the-ass beta, already calling for a car to pick him up and take him to the hotel in town.
“You need to stay away from him,” Chad says from behind him.
Jensen hangs up with the car service and turns back around, smirking at Chad. “That’s not any of your business. In a few hours, Jared will be my mate.”
“How can you do this to someone like Jared?” Chad asks incredulously.
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“You have your opinions about me,” Jensen replies smoothly. “And I can’t change that. I frankly don’t give a fuck. But this is Jared’s choice. So stay out of it.”
The door opens before Chad can respond and Jared smiles at Jensen, waving at him, then grabs Chad’s wrist and tugs him into the house with a smack to the back of the head. Jensen smiles as he turns back toward the curb to wait for the car.
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Jared holds up one hand as soon as the door closes behind them and before Chad can say anything, Jared beats him to it. “Not a word, man.”
“But, Jared…”
“I’m serious, Chad. It was all a misunderstanding. I love him and he loves me. And I’m having his child.”
“Did you tell him about that?”
“Didn’t have to, he scented it,” Jared flops down on the couch with a sigh, “And he’s thrilled about it, before you say anything else.”
“How can you be this naïve?” Chad asks softly.
“I’m not,” Jared replies with a shrug. “You don’t know him like I do.” Jared hears his parents’ car in the driveway and turns back to Chad. “Look, I get it, okay? You’re worried. I appreciate it but you don’t have’ta be. Things’re good. Great even.”
“So you’re gonna tell momma and poppa P that the Devil of Dallas is your baby daddy?”
Jared snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Oh hell no, they’re still freaked out and praying for my soul because there even is a baby. I’ll tell ‘em later.”
“When this falls to shit, I reserve the right to say I told you so,” Chad says quickly as Jared’s parents push open the front door. Jared glares at his friend, rolling his eyes.
In the end, his parents are as unhappy about him moving back to Dallas as they were about him moving there in the first place. He tries to explain that he’s going there to be with the father of his child - he’s so surprised they still haven’t asked - and even mentions the whole mating thing but they’re still less than supportive. Which is really nothing new.
It takes an hour to talk with his parents and pack up a few things - most of his stuff he left at Jensen’s, hard to take all your stuff when you’re trying to sneak out before sunrise - and he’s nearly breathless with anticipation when he calls Jensen. They don’t stay on the phone long, just enough time for Jared to tell him that he’s ready and for Jensen to tell Jared that he’s sending a car. Chad waits with him outside, pulling him into a hug once the sleek black limo pulls up and Jared promises to call.
He snorts a laugh to himself when he gets into the back of the limo. Even back home, Jensen was never this pretentious. To his surprise, Jensen is waiting outside when they pull up to the curb and Jared doesn’t even take the time to notice the grand hotel they’re walking into, too busy soaking up the feeling of Jensen’s arm around his waist and trying not to whimper at Jensen’s intoxicating scent.
In the elevator, Jensen leans against the back wall, pulling Jared against his chest, his hands sliding down and curving around Jared’s hips. Jensen is staying in the penthouse - of course he is - so the ride up seems to take forever. Which Jared doesn’t actually mind because Jensen doesn’t stop kissing him until the elevator stops and the doors slide open.
Jensen takes his hand, their fingers twining together, and leads him into the main room of the suite. He gently pushes Jared down on the couch and drops a kiss to the top of his head then takes his bag into what he’s guessing is the bedroom. Jensen’s back within moments and he sits down next to Jared, once again grabbing his hand.
“I meant what I said at your parents’ house,” Jensen murmurs. “If you agree, I want you to be my mate. I’ve wanted it for a while now, probably since pretty much the day I met you. But I didn’t think… I should’a brought it up right away.”
“Why’d you wait?” Jared asks softly.
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“I’m sure,” Jared smiles, glancing up at Jensen through his lashes. “I’ve been sure for months.”
Jensen nods and lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief. “You believe me about the other stuff, too, right?”
“Yes,” Jared answers honestly. “And I’m sorry that I listened to everyone else instead of coming to you, giving you a chance to explain.”
“No need to apologize, love,” Jensen murmurs. “Like I said, I know what people say. And up ‘til now, ‘til you, it didn’t matter.” Jensen reaches up with his other hand, two fingers brushing the hair out of Jared’s eyes. “So, what’d’ya say, start over?”
“No,” Jared shakes his head with a smile. “Pick up right where we were. Things were amazing between us, ‘cept for the last few weeks…”
“That won’t happen again,” Jensen cuts in softly.
“If you have to work, you have to work. Just… maybe tell me that? And don’t shut me out?”
“Never again,” Jensen breathes.
“Okay then,” Jared agrees, both of them leaning forward at the same time, their lips sliding together. “Wanna go to bed?” Jared asks softly, words smeared against Jensen’s lips.
“Hell yeah,” Jensen growls.
Jared yelps when Jensen springs up off the couch and picks him up, bridal-style. He half-heartedly slaps at Jensen’s chest but can’t contain his smile at the sound of Jensen’s laughter and the twinkle in his eyes. Since he left Jared at his parents’ house, he must have showered and shaved because he looks much more put together than when he was there.
Jensen gently drops him into the middle of a freaking huge king-sized bed, his grin predatory when he crawls on the mattress after Jared. They meet in the middle, arms and legs tangling together, Jensen’s tongue slipping between Jared’s lips, swirling around and chasing after his own. Jared moans into the kiss, arching into Jensen’s weight holding him down, his fingers digging into Jensen’s back.
“Please,” Jared breathes, pressing his head back into the pillow when Jensen breaks the kiss, arching his neck, begging silently. Jensen dips down and nips at his thundering pulse, sliding his open mouth down the side of his neck, sucking and biting at the stretched tendon, down to the crook of his shoulder. Jensen bites there, growling low in his throat, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth. When they’re tied, that’s where Jensen’s claiming mark will go and Jared can’t fucking wait.
“Naked, now,” Jensen murmurs, tone nothing but a whiskey-rough rumble and Jared’s whole body trembles.
They pull apart long enough to hastily strip out of their clothes. Jensen stops once Jared’s laid out on the mattress, his spread legs around Jensen’s hips, Jensen sitting on his heels between his thighs. Jensen’s eyes go soft and a little liquid and he slides his hands up Jared’s flat stomach, a look of complete awe and reverence on his face. Jared smiles softly, head tilted to the side, silently watching as Jensen touches him but also their child. Those sparkling emerald-green eyes that Jared loves so much flicker up to Jared’s and Jensen shakes his head, blinking slowly.
“I can’t… holy shit,” he breathes. “I’m still kinda stuck on this.”
He’s still moving his hands over Jared’s belly and Jared nods, reaching down to touch as well. “Yeah, me too.” He grabs one of Jensen’s hands, holding it steady. “You sure you’re good with it?”
“Baby, I’m… beyond words.” Jensen leans up, hovering over Jared, their faces even, eyes locked together. “I love you,” he continues softly. “And this is the most amazing, special gift you could ever give me.”
Jared lets go of the rest of the tension that he hadn’t realized he was holding. He wraps his arms around Jensen and pulls him down just enough so that their lips can meet in another heated, desperate kiss. “Now, Jensen,” Jared murmurs. “Need you.”
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Jensen settles down on the mattress at Jared’s side, ignoring the protesting noise from his mate. He’s not sure if it’s possible to hurt the baby - Jesus Christ, a fucking baby, he’s going to be a dad - but he doesn’t want to take the risk. And he’s pretty sure that his weight on top of Jared could probably hurt it.
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Jensen hums softly and slides his hand back down spine, stopping just above the swell of his perfect little ass. Jared mewls and nuzzles under his jaw, his hips twitching back. Jensen trails his hand down over one muscular globe, fingers digging in slightly and Jared’s breath hitches. Jared was completely innocent and untouched when they met but from the beginning he’s always been so responsive and eager. Jensen has had a lot of fun teaching him.
Turning his head enough to press a kiss to Jared’s temple, Jensen slips two fingers into the cleft of Jared’s ass, groaning when he feels how wet he is already. “Damn, baby,” Jensen purrs.
Jared gasps and pushes back against the fleeting touch of Jensen’s fingers, his body trembling. “Please, Jen,” Jared begs hoarsely. “’s been so long.”
Jensen closes his eyes and circles his fingers around Jared’s rim, his cock twitching eagerly when the muscle flutters beneath his touch. He knows how Jared feels. For six months, they were together every night. And if Jared has felt like Jensen has during the time they’ve been apart, he highly doubts Jared was touching himself in any way.
Jensen pushes two fingers inside the tight ring of muscle, his jaw clenching at the exquisite wet heat. Jared whines, biting down on his shoulder, thrusting back into his hand. “You, Jen,” he pants. “Just want you. ‘m ready, just do it.”
It’s true. Jared doesn’t really need any kind of prep. As an omega his body is literally made for this, his slick easing the way and his muscles loosening. But Jensen would sooner die than cause Jared any amount of pain.
“Just a little bit, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs, half-begging.
Jared cuddles closer to Jensen’s chest, his knees squeezing around Jensen’s hips, and Jensen feels him nod against his neck. Jensen wraps his other arm around Jared’s waist and holds him close, slipping a third finger in next to the other two, his arm tightening around Jared when he moans and squirms, trying to get more or deeper or something.
He doesn’t spend as long as he’d really like to prepping Jared. But his own patience is wearing thin and Jared’s whispering ‘please’ over and over again into his ear and Jensen just can’t hold back anymore.
Jared whines when Jensen pulls his fingers out. Jensen doesn’t waste any time grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and urging Jared back onto him with the other. It’s not an ideal position for knotting but Jensen wants to see Jared’s face, be as close as possible, and this way, none of Jensen’s weight could possibly hurt the baby.
Jared pushes back against him, taking Jensen in all the way in one smooth slide. Once he’s in completely, Jared sits up slightly, his lips parting when that manages to push Jensen in just a fraction deeper. Their eyes lock and Jensen smiles, reaching up and cupping Jared’s face. He knew that he missed Jared but it hadn’t really hit him until right now just how much. He spent the time focusing on nothing but tracking him down and getting him back. He didn’t let himself feel how much he missed him.
Jared sighs happily and closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Jensen’s palm. He plants his hands against Jensen’s chest and slowly starts to roll his hips and Jensen can’t look away from the bliss painted across his features. Jared is beautiful, always, but like this he’s simply breathtaking.
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“Jensen,” Jared moans, his head falling back slightly. “Please. So close.”
Jensen tightens his hold on Jared’s hips and pushes him down, encouraging him to grind down as Jensen pushes up, his knot swelling quickly and Jared cries out when it catches against his rim, tying them together. One hand reaching up, Jensen grabs the back of Jared’s head and pulls him forward, his teeth clamping down on the crook of Jared’s shoulder. The claiming bite pushes them both over the edge at the same time. Jared cries out again, voice hoarse, his untouched cock erupting between their stomachs just as Jensen feels his own release slam into him, all his senses overwhelmed with everything Jared.
He loses track for a few moments, nothing else mattering besides the pleasure coursing through his body and his trembling mate in his arms. When he comes back to himself, Jared is boneless against his chest, his head turned so that it’s resting on Jensen’s shoulder, the bite mark still bleeding sluggishly. Jensen turns his head and presses a kiss to Jared’s forehead, smiling when hazy hazel eyes flutter open to look up at him.
“You okay?” Jensen asks softly.
“Mmhmm,” Jared hums lazily. “Wanna sleep then go home.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs, snuggling Jared in impossibly closer. “Whatever you want.”
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