Pretty Tied Up
To celebrate finally finishing my thesis I'm going to post this. It was written in the middle of the night because it wouldn't leave me alone and it was pretty distracting. It kind of follows on from a half finished story which has never been posted, but hopefully it makes sense on its own, since it's pretty much a PWP.
Title: Pretty Tied Up
Author: tabbyshhh
Wordcount: 2351
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Warnings: RPS, Bondage, PWP
Disclaimer: None of this is real.
Summary: Jensen has a hard time giving up control
He’s not sure if he can take this, almost wishes he’d never agreed to it. It’s not really the kinkiest thing they’ve ever done, the fact that there’s three of them to start with makes the most vanilla sex somehow….a lot less vanilla. So Jared wanting to watch Jeff and Jensen together wasn’t much of a surprise, it’s something they’ve done before. Jared’s not ashamed of the fact that he has voyeuristic tendencies and Jeff likes to be watched. The bondage though? That part’s new.
Jensen can feel the weight of Jared’s eyes on him, he’s sitting off in the corner, eyes focused unerringly on Jensen. He’s not sure he’s ever seen Jared this tense before.
“Jen, baby, are you ok?” Jeff sounds concerned but when Jensen meets his eyes all he can see is lust. “You’re trembling.”
“Nervous.” Jensen manages to admit through his panic.
“Shhh.” Jeff soothes. “There’s no need to be nervous. Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want, ok?”
“Ok.” Jensen agrees, still tugging futilely on the silk ties binding his arms to the headboard. He should have known Jared had some ulterior motive for wanting a wrought iron bed.
“Hey.” Jeff runs his hands up Jensen’s arms. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Sorry.” Jensen tries to get a grip. It’s not a big deal, really, it’s not. He’s been tied up worse than this on set for God’s sake, and ok, he’s usually not naked then but….
“Don’t be sorry.” Jeff’s voice does strange things to Jensen’s insides, he can’t really explain it, but he always seems to know just the right tone of voice to use to get Jensen’s attention, to calm him down. “Do you want me to let you out?” Jensen can tell that it’s a serious offer, and if he says yes this will end. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He can do this. “Good.” Jeff kisses him and Jensen lets himself sink into it, lets it distract him from his nerves.
When Jeff pulls back Jensen can see that Jared’s relaxed now, sprawled back in the chair and it warms him a little to know that Jared was so tense because he was worried about Jensen, not just because he was turned on.
“Take a deep breath, baby.” Jeff requests. Jensen does, releasing it slowly and feeling some of the muscles in his arms and shoulders unlock. “That’s good.” He gets another kiss from Jeff, marvelling at the man’s patience. “You picked a safe word with Jared?”
“Red.” Jensen confirms.
“Always a good idea to stick with the classics.” Jeff smiles at him. “You change your mind, decide you want out, just say red and I’ll untie you straight away. No questions asked, ok?” Jensen nods his agreement, he already went through this with Jared. “You trust me? Trust us?” Jeff asks.
“Yeah.” Jensen breathes. He wouldn’t have let them tie him up in the first place if he didn’t. He relaxes a little more, realising that he can trust them. If he changes his mind they’ll let him go.
“That’s it.” Jeff praises. “You have no idea how beautiful you look like this, do you?” He asks, leaning in to nip at Jensen’s jaw. “Spread out naked on the bed.” He moves up to suck the tender spot behind Jensen’s ear, exploiting what he knows about Jensen’s body. “How long have you been lying like this, waiting for me?”
“I don’t know.” Jensen replies, trying to keep the last traces of anxiety out of his voice and hating himself for failing. He’s not sure how long he’s been tied up. They’d talked about it before, Jared whispering his fantasy in Jensen’s ear to get them both off, so he hadn’t really been surprised when Jared had come to him this morning and suggested it. Jeff’s visiting for a few days and had gone for lunch with Kim, leaving them to their own devices. He’d called to say he was on his way back and that was when Jared had tied Jensen to the bed, kissing him and soothing him through his first bout of panic. Then he’d just sat down in that damn chair and stared at Jensen.
“About 15 minutes.” Jared says softly from where he’s sitting.
“Not like you to be so patient, Jen.” Jeff licks a strip up his neck.
“Didn’t have much choice.” Jensen tugs on the bonds to prove his point.
“Nearly had a heart attack when I walked in here and found you. You boys are going to be the death of me.” Jeff’s thumb flicks across a nipple and Jensen gasps, arching up into the touch. “So sensitive.” Jeff leans in to suck and Jensen starts panting, he’s rock hard now, Jeff playing his body like an instrument and the weight of Jared’s gaze on both of them. “You boys been playing without me?” Jeff asks, fingers skimming the love bite on Jensen’s right hip that wasn’t there when he left this morning.
“Jensen needed some…convincing.” Jared replies. Jensen cuts his eyes over to Jared, he’s slumped down in the chair now, t-shirt discarded and his jeans open, stroking himself while he watches Jeff hover over Jensen.
“Shhh.” Jeff reprimands. “You’re just watching.” Jared just grins. “He likes to mark you up, doesn’t he?” Jeff whispers to Jensen, skimming his fingers down the fine line of hair leading from Jensen’s navel to his crotch. “Likes to make sure people can see he’s been here. That you belong to someone.” Jensen hitches in a breath at that. “Maybe I should mark you too, huh? You don’t just belong to Jared after all.” Jeff dips his head, sucking on the sensitive skin of the indent of Jensen’s left hip.
“Please.” Jensen begs.
“Please what?” Jeff asks, a few moments later when he takes his mouth away and runs his fingers over the sensitive mark. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” Jensen tries to growl at him to stop teasing but it just comes out as a mewl of frustration.
Jensen hates that he makes that noise, hates the nickname that they call him because of it and the fact that both Jared and Jeff take great pleasure in getting him to the point where he can’t stop himself from making it. Jeff’s shudder of satisfaction is proof of that.
“You going to start purring for me too, kitten?” Jeff teases. Jensen wants to swear at him for using the hated nickname, but Jeff chooses that moment to cup his balls and Jensen’s words are lost inside a groan. He lets his legs fall open and Jeff chuckles. Jensen closes his eyes and arches off the bed when Jeff finally runs his hand over his aching cock. It’s only a fleeting touch but it’s better than nothing. “So beautiful.” Jeff murmurs.
The smell of cinnamon floods Jensen’s senses and he thinks thank fucking god because he knows it’s the lube that Jared favours. A second later Jeff’s fingers are sliding along Jensen’s crack, circling his hole while the lube warms against his skin. Jeff slides one finger inside, immediately finding Jensen’s prostate and sending him arching up off the bed.
“Mmmm.” Jeff kisses his hip, pushing him back down to the bed. “Think he can come from just this?” The question’s not directed at Jensen and he wouldn’t be able to answer it. He can’t think straight when Jeff’s stroking his prostate like that. He’s vaguely aware of the little shocked noises he’s making, but he can’t find the focus to try and stop himself.
“You know he can.” He hears Jared respond. “If he’s wound tight enough.”
“Oh I think he is.” Jeff murmurs against Jensen’s skin. “You going to come for me baby? Remind us all just how much you love this?”
Jensen gasps in air, his eyes rolling back in his head as Jeff presses down a little harder on his prostate. He’d never bottomed before Jared, never gone any further with a guy than a few drunken blow jobs with Chris. He’s had girlfriends who would stick a finger up his ass when they were blowing him, but they hadn’t been able to get the reactions from him that Jeff and Jared manage to drag out.
“Jeff.” Jensen pants. “Jeff, please.” He tugs on the ties, wanting to get his hands out so he can jerk himself off and end this, but he knows it’s not going to be allowed. He’s right on the edge, just needs something….. Jeff chooses that moment to bite down on Jensen’s hip, right where he’d already bruised it. The pain shoots right to Jensen’s dick and he comes, ropes of it shooting up his chest.
“Jesus.” Jared’s voice sounds broken. Jensen can relate, he can’t seem to get in enough air and Jeff isn’t giving him time to recover, sliding a second finger in and scissoring them to open Jensen up. Jensen whines in protest and tugs on his hands again, wanting to use them to push Jeff away. Jeff ignores him, adding a third finger. Jensen winces a little at the burn, it doesn’t matter how often they do this, or how relaxed he is, he’s always too tight to begin with.
“Jensen.” Jeff swipes his thumb across Jensen’s bottom lip, trying to get his attention, but Jensen just sucks it into his mouth, trying desperately to distract himself from the fingers in his ass. “Baby.” Jeff tries again. “You good, or do you need another?” Jensen forces his eyes open to look at Jeff. “You need another finger?” Jeff asks.
“He can take it.” Jared answers for him. Jeff scowls a little, Jared’s always just a bit less careful with him than Jeff is and Jensen loves him for it, but it causes problems between his lovers occasionally.
“Jenny?” This time it’s Jensen’s turn to scowl. “That got your attention, huh?” Jeff grins at him, pulling his thumb out with a pop and kissing Jensen. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Jensen grinds out from between gritted teeth. His cock’s beginning to take interest again and it hurts, getting hard so quickly so soon after he came. “Please, Jeff.”
“Ok, baby.” Jeff soothes. “You’re doing so well.” Jeff pulls one of Jensen’s legs over his shoulder and slicks his cock with the lube before positioning himself at Jensen’s hole and pushing in. It burns but it’s a welcome distraction that takes the edge off the pleasure and lets Jensen regain some of his senses. That is until Jeff pulls out and drives forward again, the angle perfect for hitting Jensen’s prostate with every thrust.
“Jesus fuck.” Jensen hears Jared swear at about the same time as he loses track of everything else except Jeff, Jeff’s kisses, Jeff’s hands on his body, Jeff’s cock driving him insane. It doesn’t last as long as Jensen would like before Jeff’s coming, his final few thrusts causing Jensen’s eyes to roll back in his head, but then it’s over and Jeff’s pulling out and Jensen’s still hard and aching.
Suddenly Jared’s on the bed with them.
“Can I, Jen?” He asks. Jensen blinks at him stupidly, not sure what Jared wants. “Please. Please, Jen.” Jensen finally notices that Jared’s still hard and it clicks, he nods weakly, watching Jared slick his cock with lube. Jeff’s giving Jensen a concerned glance from where he’s flopped out on the bed next to them, but he doesn’t say anything when Jared slides home, hitching both Jensen’s legs up to wrap around his waist. Jensen arches his back, tilting his head back on the pillow and gasping for air as Jared’s first thrust grinds against his prostate and makes him see bursts of colour behind his eyelids. “Jesus.” Jared pants. Jensen knows it must have been killing Jared to stay so quiet this far, he always talks during sex. “No idea how perfect you are do you?” He slams forward again. “How can you be so tight when Jeff just fucked you through the mattress?” Jensen doesn’t have an answer, knows Jared isn’t expecting one. One particularly hard thrust from Jared has his vision whiting out and he’s coming again, gasping as Jeff kisses him, pulling him back to the present and soothing him through the after shocks while Jared continues to fuck him, intent on his own release. A few thrusts later and Jensen feels it, the pulse of Jared’s cock inside him as he spills his seed, flooding Jensen with heat. “Fuck.” Jared collapses, only staying there for a moment before he rolls off Jensen and lies on his back, panting at the ceiling.
Jeff’s there a moment later, cleaning Jensen up gently with a wash cloth and getting him to sip from a bottle of water. Finally they untie his hands and Jensen feels the last of the tension ease from his body. His nerves had been mostly dispelled by the first orgasm, but there had obviously still been some lingering in his mind. His arms ache a little from being in the same position for so long, and he can’t feel his hands like he should be able to, but Jeff and Jared take one each, rubbing gently to restore the blood flow and eventually the pins and needles fade away and Jensen’s left in a boneless heap in the bed.
“Thank you.” Jared whispers in his ear. Jensen manages to force his eyes to open and wishes he hadn’t when he sees the soft look in Jared’s eyes. “You are amazing.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Jensen warns before Jared can add anything else. He still rolls over to be wrapped in Jared’s embrace, feeling Jeff snuggle up behind him.
“I didn’t.” Jared replies, kissing his hair.
“You were going to.” Jensen sighs, feeling the last vestiges of wakefulness slip away.
“Jeff called you kitten and you just spread your legs for him.” Jared teases. Jensen can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“I’ll deal with him later.” Jensen replies, tucking his face into Jared’s neck to block out all light. “When I can walk.”
(End)
N.B. For those of you who are interest in my Kept!verse I’ll be posting the next part soon. I have a couple of pieces written and ready to go, but the very next one is causing me some problems. Hopefully you’ll see it early next week.