What's Knot Got To Do With It {1/3}
Art Title: Untitled [NSFW]
Prompt Number: R1021
Artist: darklittleheart
Fic Title: What’s Knot Got To Do With It
Author: the_rant_girl
Fandom/Genre: CWRPF
Pairing(s): Jensen/Jared, Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17 [art included in fic NSFW]
Word Count: 13381
Warnings: Mpreg, infidelity, divorce, het sex, a/b/o, knotting, alpha!Jensen, alpha-to-omega!Jared
Summary: Jared and Jensen really do have it all. Ten of the best years of their lives with a steady gig, they’re ready to start their families, side by side. Best friends for life. But can one night tear it all apart? When Jensen knotted Jared neither of them knew it was about to change everything. Will they be able to deal with the fall out?
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A/N: Firstly thank you so, so much to the very lovely darklittleheart for creating such wonderful and inspiring art, and for giving me this opportunity to step outside of my comfort zone. You were a joy to work with!! Please go leave her love!!
Secondly, SO much love to my beautiful beta tmn1966 and my love big_heart_june for dealing with all my crazy and for all their invaluable support.
And thank you to the spn_reversebang mods for all that you do!
Jared leaned back against the door for a moment after it snicked shut. He’d just said goodnight to Genevieve. She was going home to bed. Their bed. It was Jared and Jensen’s first night back in Texas after wrapping season ten. They had shared a flight and the girls -their girls- had picked them up together. But they had gone home separately, respectively, with their wives to get reacquainted. Jared knew Jensen probably fucked Danneel the second they got through their door, this door. Because Jared knew Jensen. Knew how hungry he got for the taste of her, especially when he’d gone so long without it.
Jared hadn’t had sex with Genevieve yet. He’d wanted to wait. And Genevieve hadn’t been in a rush to re-consummate their love either. As Jared had heard practically his whole life, he wasn’t like other Alphas, and that was part of why Genevieve had been so drawn to him. They’d spent their time snuggled up on the couch talking. They were to spend the evening at the Ackles home. Danneel had prepared a welcome home feast. So he could wait ‘til Genevieve was one hundred percent all his with no interruptions on the horizon.
But it was as if he’d somehow forgotten the sway Jensen held over him and how unwilling he was to part Jensen’s company once they were together. No obligations. No schedules. Just extremely good food and a whole lot of wine. Their girls had never grudged them their friendship. Their intimacy. It’s how they had known they were the right ones. Well aside from falling head over heels. They were both so incredibly lucky.
The closer it got to a time where winding down would have seemed the natural thing to do, the closer Jared and Jensen got to each other. That wasn’t anything new. They pretty much shared a personal bubble and near enough everything else.
Jared opened his eyes, watched Jensen give Danneel a final goodnight kiss and then she turned to go up the stairs. Waited ‘til she was almost at the top before he pressed himself in against Jensen’s back, arm’s wrapping round Jensen’s middle, “To the boathouse?” he asked as he settled his chin on Jensen’s shoulder and he practically felt Jensen’s grin.
“To the boathouse,” Jensen said, unhooking Jared’s arms and he took one of Jared’s hands to lead the way. It was where they liked to have their we time. That made Jared snicker and he bumped right into Jensen when he took a half step too many. Jensen stopped and gave Jared one of those super sexy Jensen-y looks, “You’re so wasted.”
Jared scoffed, “You’re wasted,” he said a little more petulantly than intended.
Jensen shook his head, pulling one of Jared’s arms across his shoulders and getting his own arm around Jared’s middle to give him more support. “Just pay more attention to what your feet are doing, Sasquatch. We’re almost there.”
Jared snorted, he wasn’t really that drunk, but he did as he was told, he liked it when Jensen took care of him, “Only Dean gets to call me that.”
“I am Dean.”
Jared shook his head, “You’re Jensen.”
“Do you want me to be Dean?”
Jared shook his head again, “I like Jensen.”
Jared felt a warmth spread through his chest as he caught the smile that made its way onto Jensen’s face. He could only see half of it from his current position but Jensen was still insanely beautiful even in profile.
“We’re here,” Jensen said quietly as he opened up the door, and they just made it through and Jared had Jensen pinned back against it, his hand flat over Jensen’s collar bone. His pinkie just resting in the dip of the hollow of Jensen’s throat, his thumb over his heart. Jensen’s pulse was in Jared’s palm, all at once fragile and strong, everything Jared needed.
“Jay,” Jensen said even more softly, his fingers sweeping Jared’s hair back from his face and behind his ear, and Jared looked up from his hand and into Jensen’s face, “We’re here,” Jensen repeated.
Jensen closed his hand over Jared’s as their lips met, his other hand tangling in Jared’s hair as Jared wrapped his free arm round Jensen’s shoulders. Jared lost track of how long they made out for and he had no clue how they made it into the bedroom. Or how they’d managed to get all their clothes off already. It wasn’t something they really did a lot. Everything they did could be done either fully or partially clothed. But sometimes they just needed to press up against each other. Skin to skin.
They were on the bed and Jensen was down between his thighs blazing a trail of hot, wet kisses from Jared’s knee all the way along and skipping right over his dick to give the other leg the same treatment. It wasn’t often that they got the time to take things slow like this. It wasn’t the kind of thing they would generally make time for. When they were working, there wasn’t room for much else. Just an urge to be satisfied. This lacked the usual urgency, but not the need. Jared gasped a moan on a shiver as Jensen’s fingers teased his shaft as Jensen closed his lips over Jared’s balls, "Uh, mmhh."
Jared's eyes fluttered shut and he just let himself get lost in the sensations of Jensen's tongue as he licked and sucked and tugged at the sensitive flesh. Jensen's fingers swirling round the tip of his cock head, and then they would stop at the ridge of his glans go counter clockwise. The precome pulsed out steadily, coating the nimble digits. Jared just barely noticed when Jensen pushed his legs wider, moving his mouth lower dragging his tongue down Jared's perineum.
Jared's eyes flew open when Jensen reached his final destination. Tongue pointed as it circled Jared's asshole and Jared jumped a little, tummy muscles tensing. It wasn't that he'd never been touched there. He'd had curiosities that he'd explored with Genevieve, but he'd never been touched there by Jensen before. They'd kind of stuck to hands, mouths and dicks. The most ass play he'd ever gotten from Jensen was groping. That is until now anyway. “Can I?” Jensen breathed hotly over the spit-soaked flesh. Jared quivered, his abs getting another workout, his dick slapping against them and his hole twitched as Jensen circled it with the pad of his thumb.
He looked down at Jensen between his legs, his foot resting on Jensen’s shoulder for a moment before slipping down. He reached out with his hand, fingers tracing lightly over the line of Jensen’s jaw as Jensen held his gaze. Jensen's hand warm on his hip. He’d never had a real dick inside him before, and if he was ever going to he’d only ever want it to be Jensen’s.
“Yeah,” he nodded as best he could from his current position, “Fuck, Jensen. Please.”
“I got you,” Jensen said kissing Jared’s inner thigh and Jared grasped the hand on his hip giving Jensen’s a squeeze as their fingers intertwined. Jensen crawled back up Jared’s body to give him a proper kiss, pinning Jared’s hand up beside his head, “Just need to¬-”
Jared turned his head to follow Jensen’s arm as he reached out to the nightstand, opening the drawer with two fingers and he pulled out a little bottle of lube. Jared knew it hadn’t been put there for him, but he couldn’t really think about that when Jensen was looking at him with such intent. Jensen gave him another searing kiss and Jared brushed his hand down Jensen’s back just as Jensen moved to reposition himself down between Jared’s legs.
Jensen really took his time in opening Jared up, his mouth soft and warm as it butterflied across his sensitized flesh, to keep him distracted from the fingers that probed and stretched, that stole his attention when they smoothed over his prostate. He grabbed the back of Jensen’s neck, “Right, there. Jensen. Fuck.”
Jensen’s tongue glided easily up Jared’s cock, the scrape of his stubble as he turned his head to place a kiss over Jared’s hip bone pushing him closer to the edge. Jensen’s hand on his abdomen was warm and gentle and loving. Jensen was showing him how much he loved him. And it filled Jared with a greater sense of need to show Jensen that that was exactly how much he loved him too. He dragged his fingers through Jensen’s hair and cupped Jensen’s shoulder with his other hand, “I need you inside me.”
“Okay, Jay,” and Jensen placed another kiss to his flesh, just to the right of his navel before pushing himself to his knees, and hooking Jared’s left knee over his shoulder. And Jensen squirted the last of the lube out to slick up his dick, even though he was practically dripping with pre-come he was so ready. Jensen took a hold of his dick and got them lined up, teasing the slackened rim with just the tip and Jared sucked in a breath, his hands wrapping round the railing above his head.
Jared bit his lip as Jensen finally pushed in, eyes snapping shut, his hands drawn down to Jensen’s forearms as if magnetized, as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Jared had already been fully aware of just how big Jensen was, the weight of him, but it still hadn’t quite prepared him for having him in his ass. Fuck. Jensen was pressing soft kisses to his face, his cheek, his nose, his brow, his temple and down his neck, over his pulse point, “You’re doing so good, Baby,” he whispered gently into his skin.
Made Jared’s eyes fly open. Jensen had never called him that before. He tilted his chin up, pushing himself far enough and Jensen knew what he wanted, leaned down into the kiss. Jensen pulled his hips back, letting his dick pull out, but not quite all the way, and then he rolled his hips back forward inching in a little further. Jared’s head tipped back baring more of his throat, “Uh-ah-ah,” as Jensen’s shoulder nudged Jared’s thigh just a little higher, and Jensen lapped up the sweat that had pooled there.
The slow grind of Jensen’s hips was driving Jared crazy, so when Jensen finally pushed all the way in Jared cried out, “Jensen,” his leg pulling Jensen in just that little bit tighter so there was absolutely nothing between them.
“I know, Jay,” and Jensen pulled back and then slammed forwards, his balls slapping Jared’s ass with a satisfying smack, and then he really started fucking him. Thrusts picking up momentum with every moan, every stolen breath that passed Jared’s lips and it wasn’t too long before he started to feel the swell of Jensen’s knot. It almost caught him off guard how much he wanted it, and he managed to drop his leg from Jensen’s shoulder so he could lock both his legs round Jensen’s hips to keep him in place.
“Fuck, Jared,” Jensen searched Jared’s eyes, asking permission, he didn’t need to, but Jared nodded anyway, and when Jensen’s locked into place that’s when Jared came. Arms held fast around Jensen shoulders as Jensen filled him completely. Hips still gently rocking as they remained tied.
When Jared woke up he couldn’t move. He was very aware of the familiar press of Jensen’s weight on his back, he was only half on top of him, his hand cupping Jared’s bicep. He was just so very pleasantly warm and it felt so good, and made him feel like he never wanted to have to get up from this spot. Of course no sooner had he thought it than his brain decided to remind him that Jensen being on top of him as he was also meant he was putting extra pressure on Jared’s bladder.
Jared grumbled with a pout at the impending movement. But he held off for a moment or two longer before he very carefully worked himself free. Hands and arm gently lifting and guiding Jensen’s body down onto the mattress so that he didn’t wake him up. And he rolled off the bed and went to go pee. He was just adjusting the settings of the shower when Jensen came in to relieve himself and then he joined Jared in the shower. But just to get cleaned up. That was nothing new.
They did it all the time when they were filming. It saved time and water, and arguments over who got to go first, despite the fact that they each had their own. And okay so maybe Jared liked the feeling of Jensen’s hands all over him, lathering up the shower gel, or working the shampoo into his scalp. Getting your hair washed by someone else was infinitely better than having to do it yourself.
There wasn’t any food out in the boathouse so once they were re-dressed they went back up to the main house to have some oatmeal and coffee. Danneel only just appearing downstairs in time to give him a smile and wave on his way out the door.
Genevieve was doing yoga when he discovered her in their living room, mid downward dog, yoga pants very nicely displaying her assets. Jared got in behind her, hand going between her legs to cup her pussy and she gasped his name. Didn’t pull out of the position though and Jared started rubbing her though the spandex. He could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties, dimples tugging from the grin spanning his lips. He was tempted to just rip the material open, but Genevieve probably wouldn’t appreciate it.
“Jay,” her voice strained, “blood rushing to my head. Think I could get up now?”
“Of course, Baby,” and she straightened up a little more quickly than perhaps she should have and she lost her footing but Jared caught her easily, “I got you.”
He watched her smile as she sunk back into him, arms hugging round his own, “Let me see you,” she said tilting her head back to look at him and he took her hand to let her turn.
She buried her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him, “You didn’t happen to get a surprise visit from Misha, did you?”
Jared’s brow drew together, “Misha? No. Why?”
Genevieve shrugged a little as she pulled back enough to see his face, “I dunno. You kind of smell different.”
Jared sniffed the air, Misha? He couldn’t detect anything that even remotely smelled like the blue-eyed Omega. All he got was Jensen’s shower gel and Genevieve’s arousal, “I had oatmeal for breakfast?”
“You had oatmeal? My poor, Baby,” she said, drawing her hands down the backs of his arms, and then putting on an affected voice added, “You need mama to give you some sugar?”
He laughed, “That was terrible. Traumatising. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to get over it.”
“No?” Genevieve quirked her brow, taking a step back and she pulled her sports bra up and off, letting it fall behind her, “How about now?”
Jared licked his lips, “Hmm, I think I’m starting to come around.”
“Yeah? I thought you might.”
“The ladies presented their argument very convincingly.”
Genevieve brought her hands up to her breasts, giving them a little squeeze, “You want to go over the,” and she pinched her nipples between her fingers, “finer points?”
Jared picked her up and slung her over his shoulder to carry her up to their room with Genevieve putting on the obligatory mock-protest as she laughed all the way up the stairs.
He pulled her down into his arms more fully before throwing her down onto the bed. She reached out to him, closing her fingers in his shirt and he took hold of her calf as he leaned down into her for a kiss. Her knee bent over his shoulder, the rough of his denim covered cock dragging over the soft, warm, and now wet, lycra which clung to her pussy as he ground down into her.
Genevieve gasped round a moan, “Fuck. Jay. Take them off.”
She didn’t do begging. She’d told him that on their first date. Told him if he wanted to fuck her he should just fuck her. And he had. Preamble was never really their thing.
Pulling back up he kissed the inside of her thigh and then tugged the yoga pants off, tossing them aside. He didn’t even bother undressing himself, he just unzipped and pushed into her tight, warm folds and he pounded into her just the way they both craved. Her legs wrapping round him as he pinned her wrists down. He was getting close, but something didn’t feel right. His thrusts slowing right down, “Jared? Why are you stopping?”
“It’s not inflating.”
“What?”
“My knot. It’s not-”
“Babe,” she said with a breathy huff of a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows, “We don’t have to knot every time we have sex. You know we don’t,” and they both shut their eyes when she moved to sit up, his hand going to the small of her back as she placed both of hers over his chest, “Besides, you don’t go into rut until tomorrow. And then you can fill me up with all the babies.”
That got a short bark of a laugh out of him, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
She pinched his arm, “I can’t believe you just made me say that. Now, come on, need you to make me scream.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked and it got the expected smack in retaliation before she let herself drop back down onto the comforter and he gave her exactly what she wanted.
They’d fallen asleep tangled together and woken up just in time for lunch and rather begrudgingly pulled on some sweats to go forage whatever food took the least amount of time to prepare. They ended up just having a lazy day reading together, retreating back to their bedroom, and they talked well into the wee hours of the morning.
When Jared roused into consciousness it was to an empty bed. But that wasn’t any cause for concern. His hand shot out and he grabbed the first time telling device that his hand landed on, his watch, it was mid-morning. Jared let his face sink back into the pillow. He could probably still go out for his run. That thought jolted him. He felt stable enough to go out for a run? He pushed himself up and got out of bed and went straight into their en-suite and got the thermometer. Normal. His temperature was normal. And his dick was still soft in his pants.
He should be climbing the walls right now. Seeking out his mate. Ruts weren’t as overwhelming as heats, but they still required medication to keep them in check. Well if you didn’t want to be a complete Neanderthal. But even on the medication you could still feel the thrum of the want, the need.
Jared slumped down onto the edge of the bed just as Genevieve appeared at their bedroom door, pastry box in hand. She always got him pastries for breakfast, usually donuts, when he was in rut, something quick and fuss free to give him the energy he needed. She sat the box down on the dresser before coming over to him, taking up the space between his legs, wrapping her arms round his neck, “What’s wrong, Babe?”
Jared glanced down, worrying his lip as he took hold of her hips, “I’m not feeling anything.”
Her eyebrows drew together, “How do you mean?”
Jared shrugged and Genevieve pulled back a little, bringing her hands to his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” he said, bringing one hand up to take hold of her forearm, “But I’m not-“
“Maybe you’re late?” and there was a hint of hope in her voice, but he didn’t need her placating him right now.
“It’s not a fucking heat or a period, Gen. Shit,” and he instantly felt like an asshole.
“Sorry,” they said at the same time and she held up her hands and he dropped his head, letting her fingers calm him as they worked through his hair and down to rub his back and shoulders. She kissed the top of his head as she eased off, pulling him with her and he looked into her eyes.
“Something’s wrong with me.”
Genevieve cupped his cheek and he leaned into the touch, “Well let’s go to the doctor.”
He should have expected it. What, had he really thought she would just have some instant magical cure or explanation? Jared had still resisted the suggestion initially though. Going to the doctor just made it way too fucking real. But what else could they do, sit and wait and pray that it was some weird fluke and that everything would be normal the next day? He needed to know with certainty and he needed to know now. The doctor put him through a pretty routine check-up, asked him the same old questions. Then he asked him something he hadn’t even been thinking about.
Did you allow yourself to be knotted by another Alpha?
And he took some bloods, but it was really all a formality. Needed for the paperwork to make it official. And so that he could update his insurance policy, but the Doctor was pretty confident in saying Jared was now an Omega.
Their drive home was silent.
It was like they were both just on autopilot. That was until they got inside the house. And Jared flinched when Genevieve slammed her purse down onto the coffee table, “What the hell did you let him do to you?”
“Gen, I-”
“You let him fuck you. You let him fuck you. Jesus fucking Christ, Jared. You’re both Alphas. Or you were.” She shook her head and huffed solemnly, “You’re not an Alpha anymore.”
“Gen, please-?”
“What?!” she snapped.
“I don’t like you yelling at me,” and he dropped his gaze. Fuck he should be angry right now. She was accusing him of-. But she was yelling, and it made him feel rather unsettlingly upset.
“Uh-haha. Well maybe you should have thought of that before you took Jensen’s knot!” she threw up her hands and pushed them back through her hair, “Fuck! Everything Jared. I let you share everything with him first. No complaints. He’s your best friend. And it was always endearing how close you two are, the depth of your emotional connection. Regular Alphas do not love other Alphas. Not ones they’re not related to. But you love Jensen and god help me I love him too. But this? That was the one thing that was ours. The one thing he was supposed to save for Danni. I mean did you even think about that?”
“I don’t know,” he said and he dragged his hands down his face.
“You don’t know?!”
“Well I don’t. We were drinking. Had already been drinking with you and Danni. You know that. And then we started doing stuff. And that was before you left,” he huffed, throwing up his hands and then pushed one back through his hair, “What do you want me to say? I mean Jesus, Gen, everyone knows that whole knotted Alpha to Omega crap is just a camp fire story that crusty old homophobic whack jobs perpetuate to keep kids on the straight and narrow. Or it was. Shit.”
“Okay, just forget the hocus pocus for two seconds. And, just tell me why? Why would you let him dominate you?”
“It wasn’t like that! It’s not-. When we-. When Jensen and I are together it’s not about that. I mean I guess Jensen kind of leads sometimes, ‘cause he’s older, but it’s not like he ever-. It just always felt right.”
“Right? It felt right to go so completely against your biology and desecrate our vows? Do you even care about that?”
“Of course I care.”
Genevieve huffed. She didn’t believe him. He could hear it. He could feel the tears stinging at his eyes too as he just looked at her, “Gen. I love you.”
Genevieve burst into tears and Jared followed suit as he wrapped her up in his arms. He didn’t know what else to do. And he didn’t want to let her go. The two of them only crying harder when they felt the other tighten their embrace. And they stayed that way, for Jared didn’t know how long, until they started to stop. Genevieve pulled away then and fled to their bedroom. Jared jumped a little when the door clacked shut. Tears springing afresh. He curled himself up on the couch and he had to force himself to stop crying so that he could just get some sleep.
For the whole rest of the week they moved around each other with barely a word. And Genevieve was avoiding touching him. He wished she would touch him. He could just about take the silences but the lack of physical contact? He’d never felt so alone.
It wasn’t something he could just tell Jensen. He couldn’t tell anyone. He had to fix it himself. He could fix it. Make everything alright again. If he could just get Genevieve to forgive him. Get her back in his arms. Get her to talk. To listen. He could make her see how it didn’t have to stop them from having what they’d always had. What he had with Jensen had never stopped them before.
Nothing had changed. Well, okay, so he’d changed on a physiological level. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t the same man. He was still Jared. He was still her husband. And he was still in love with her. But any time he tried to tell her that it just seemed to upset her more.
So on the Friday Jared had been a little more than relieved that Genevieve had wanted to go have dinner with Jensen and Danneel. He’d had no idea what he would have told them if he’d had to cancel. And at first he’d thought it was a good sign. A step in the direction of things going back to normal.
It’s what she’d said, “Just act normal,” as she’d handed him a bottle of Alpha musk as they were getting ready. Jared trying to pretend that he didn’t see the mascara stains on the pillow on his side of the bed.
They took a couple of bottles of wine with them and they all hugged in greeting at the Ackles door. Jensen and Danneel had already opened a bottle so they went straight to the kitchen and Jensen poured each of them a glass. They’d started chatting, the conversation taking a leaning towards how Jensen and Danneel had spent their week as they drifted through to the living room.
Jensen was telling them about their hike. How he’d had his camera with him. He was probably inches away from going to get it to show them. He’d captured something that he and Danneel had immediately wanted to share with Jared and Genevieve. Jared couldn’t say what it was. He really was trying hard to really listen, but only about half of it was going in. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Watching how brightly both Danneel and Jensen lit up when they looked at each other. The way Danneel touched Jensen’s forearm or cupped his knee. How they leaned into each other. And how Jensen put his arm around her back. The warmth in their gestures.
Gestures that he and Genevieve had always shared too. And how cold it felt to have her at his side now. The space between them on their couch might as well have been a gulf. Genevieve looking at him as little as possible.
When he looked back across at their best friends, Jensen was looking at Genevieve now too, his brow furrowed. He had asked her something that Jared had missed, that came floating back up, as if his ears had only just decided to send the message to his brain.
Gen, is something wrong?
“You knotted my husband!”
“What?” Jensen all but spluttered and Jared’s stomach lurched.
“You. Knotted my husband.” Genevieve said more slowly, evenly, anger flaring round the forced control.
“You what!?” Danneel jerked out of his space, shifting so she could get a proper look at him. Her eyes searching Jensen’s, his face, for a moment, and over to Jared and Genevieve.
“He knotted him,” Genevieve said again, and Danneel looked back at her husband as Genevieve continued, “And now he’s not an Alpha anymore.”
“Jensen?” Danneel said, the utterance almost a plea.
Jensen swallowed hard, scratching the back of his neck as his tongue swept out over his lip, eyes resolutely in the middle distance before he finally looked at her again, “Danni, look, I-”
“No,” and for all the world Danneel looked as though Jensen had just sucker punched her, “Oh my God,” her devastation tearing through every wound that Genevieve’s pain had already inflicted upon Jared.
Which wasn’t helped by Jensen’s desperation, “Danni-”
“No,” Danneel said more firmly this time, her hand held up to stop him as she shook her head.
When Danneel’s watery gaze met Genevieve’s that’s when Genevieve said, “I’m sorry,” and then she was up and out of the door and Danneel went after her.
Jensen was about to follow, “Danni, wait!”
That was when Jared just completely lost it.
CHAPTER TWO
Prompt Number: R1021
Artist: darklittleheart
Fic Title: What’s Knot Got To Do With It
Author: the_rant_girl
Fandom/Genre: CWRPF
Pairing(s): Jensen/Jared, Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17 [art included in fic NSFW]
Word Count: 13381
Warnings: Mpreg, infidelity, divorce, het sex, a/b/o, knotting, alpha!Jensen, alpha-to-omega!Jared
Summary: Jared and Jensen really do have it all. Ten of the best years of their lives with a steady gig, they’re ready to start their families, side by side. Best friends for life. But can one night tear it all apart? When Jensen knotted Jared neither of them knew it was about to change everything. Will they be able to deal with the fall out?
AO3
A/N: Firstly thank you so, so much to the very lovely darklittleheart for creating such wonderful and inspiring art, and for giving me this opportunity to step outside of my comfort zone. You were a joy to work with!! Please go leave her love!!
Secondly, SO much love to my beautiful beta tmn1966 and my love big_heart_june for dealing with all my crazy and for all their invaluable support.
And thank you to the spn_reversebang mods for all that you do!
Jared leaned back against the door for a moment after it snicked shut. He’d just said goodnight to Genevieve. She was going home to bed. Their bed. It was Jared and Jensen’s first night back in Texas after wrapping season ten. They had shared a flight and the girls -their girls- had picked them up together. But they had gone home separately, respectively, with their wives to get reacquainted. Jared knew Jensen probably fucked Danneel the second they got through their door, this door. Because Jared knew Jensen. Knew how hungry he got for the taste of her, especially when he’d gone so long without it.
Jared hadn’t had sex with Genevieve yet. He’d wanted to wait. And Genevieve hadn’t been in a rush to re-consummate their love either. As Jared had heard practically his whole life, he wasn’t like other Alphas, and that was part of why Genevieve had been so drawn to him. They’d spent their time snuggled up on the couch talking. They were to spend the evening at the Ackles home. Danneel had prepared a welcome home feast. So he could wait ‘til Genevieve was one hundred percent all his with no interruptions on the horizon.
But it was as if he’d somehow forgotten the sway Jensen held over him and how unwilling he was to part Jensen’s company once they were together. No obligations. No schedules. Just extremely good food and a whole lot of wine. Their girls had never grudged them their friendship. Their intimacy. It’s how they had known they were the right ones. Well aside from falling head over heels. They were both so incredibly lucky.
The closer it got to a time where winding down would have seemed the natural thing to do, the closer Jared and Jensen got to each other. That wasn’t anything new. They pretty much shared a personal bubble and near enough everything else.
Jared opened his eyes, watched Jensen give Danneel a final goodnight kiss and then she turned to go up the stairs. Waited ‘til she was almost at the top before he pressed himself in against Jensen’s back, arm’s wrapping round Jensen’s middle, “To the boathouse?” he asked as he settled his chin on Jensen’s shoulder and he practically felt Jensen’s grin.
“To the boathouse,” Jensen said, unhooking Jared’s arms and he took one of Jared’s hands to lead the way. It was where they liked to have their we time. That made Jared snicker and he bumped right into Jensen when he took a half step too many. Jensen stopped and gave Jared one of those super sexy Jensen-y looks, “You’re so wasted.”
Jared scoffed, “You’re wasted,” he said a little more petulantly than intended.
Jensen shook his head, pulling one of Jared’s arms across his shoulders and getting his own arm around Jared’s middle to give him more support. “Just pay more attention to what your feet are doing, Sasquatch. We’re almost there.”
Jared snorted, he wasn’t really that drunk, but he did as he was told, he liked it when Jensen took care of him, “Only Dean gets to call me that.”
“I am Dean.”
Jared shook his head, “You’re Jensen.”
“Do you want me to be Dean?”
Jared shook his head again, “I like Jensen.”
Jared felt a warmth spread through his chest as he caught the smile that made its way onto Jensen’s face. He could only see half of it from his current position but Jensen was still insanely beautiful even in profile.
“We’re here,” Jensen said quietly as he opened up the door, and they just made it through and Jared had Jensen pinned back against it, his hand flat over Jensen’s collar bone. His pinkie just resting in the dip of the hollow of Jensen’s throat, his thumb over his heart. Jensen’s pulse was in Jared’s palm, all at once fragile and strong, everything Jared needed.
“Jay,” Jensen said even more softly, his fingers sweeping Jared’s hair back from his face and behind his ear, and Jared looked up from his hand and into Jensen’s face, “We’re here,” Jensen repeated.
Jensen closed his hand over Jared’s as their lips met, his other hand tangling in Jared’s hair as Jared wrapped his free arm round Jensen’s shoulders. Jared lost track of how long they made out for and he had no clue how they made it into the bedroom. Or how they’d managed to get all their clothes off already. It wasn’t something they really did a lot. Everything they did could be done either fully or partially clothed. But sometimes they just needed to press up against each other. Skin to skin.
They were on the bed and Jensen was down between his thighs blazing a trail of hot, wet kisses from Jared’s knee all the way along and skipping right over his dick to give the other leg the same treatment. It wasn’t often that they got the time to take things slow like this. It wasn’t the kind of thing they would generally make time for. When they were working, there wasn’t room for much else. Just an urge to be satisfied. This lacked the usual urgency, but not the need. Jared gasped a moan on a shiver as Jensen’s fingers teased his shaft as Jensen closed his lips over Jared’s balls, "Uh, mmhh."
Jared's eyes fluttered shut and he just let himself get lost in the sensations of Jensen's tongue as he licked and sucked and tugged at the sensitive flesh. Jensen's fingers swirling round the tip of his cock head, and then they would stop at the ridge of his glans go counter clockwise. The precome pulsed out steadily, coating the nimble digits. Jared just barely noticed when Jensen pushed his legs wider, moving his mouth lower dragging his tongue down Jared's perineum.
Jared's eyes flew open when Jensen reached his final destination. Tongue pointed as it circled Jared's asshole and Jared jumped a little, tummy muscles tensing. It wasn't that he'd never been touched there. He'd had curiosities that he'd explored with Genevieve, but he'd never been touched there by Jensen before. They'd kind of stuck to hands, mouths and dicks. The most ass play he'd ever gotten from Jensen was groping. That is until now anyway. “Can I?” Jensen breathed hotly over the spit-soaked flesh. Jared quivered, his abs getting another workout, his dick slapping against them and his hole twitched as Jensen circled it with the pad of his thumb.
He looked down at Jensen between his legs, his foot resting on Jensen’s shoulder for a moment before slipping down. He reached out with his hand, fingers tracing lightly over the line of Jensen’s jaw as Jensen held his gaze. Jensen's hand warm on his hip. He’d never had a real dick inside him before, and if he was ever going to he’d only ever want it to be Jensen’s.
“Yeah,” he nodded as best he could from his current position, “Fuck, Jensen. Please.”
“I got you,” Jensen said kissing Jared’s inner thigh and Jared grasped the hand on his hip giving Jensen’s a squeeze as their fingers intertwined. Jensen crawled back up Jared’s body to give him a proper kiss, pinning Jared’s hand up beside his head, “Just need to¬-”
Jared turned his head to follow Jensen’s arm as he reached out to the nightstand, opening the drawer with two fingers and he pulled out a little bottle of lube. Jared knew it hadn’t been put there for him, but he couldn’t really think about that when Jensen was looking at him with such intent. Jensen gave him another searing kiss and Jared brushed his hand down Jensen’s back just as Jensen moved to reposition himself down between Jared’s legs.
Jensen really took his time in opening Jared up, his mouth soft and warm as it butterflied across his sensitized flesh, to keep him distracted from the fingers that probed and stretched, that stole his attention when they smoothed over his prostate. He grabbed the back of Jensen’s neck, “Right, there. Jensen. Fuck.”
Jensen’s tongue glided easily up Jared’s cock, the scrape of his stubble as he turned his head to place a kiss over Jared’s hip bone pushing him closer to the edge. Jensen’s hand on his abdomen was warm and gentle and loving. Jensen was showing him how much he loved him. And it filled Jared with a greater sense of need to show Jensen that that was exactly how much he loved him too. He dragged his fingers through Jensen’s hair and cupped Jensen’s shoulder with his other hand, “I need you inside me.”
“Okay, Jay,” and Jensen placed another kiss to his flesh, just to the right of his navel before pushing himself to his knees, and hooking Jared’s left knee over his shoulder. And Jensen squirted the last of the lube out to slick up his dick, even though he was practically dripping with pre-come he was so ready. Jensen took a hold of his dick and got them lined up, teasing the slackened rim with just the tip and Jared sucked in a breath, his hands wrapping round the railing above his head.
Jared bit his lip as Jensen finally pushed in, eyes snapping shut, his hands drawn down to Jensen’s forearms as if magnetized, as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Jared had already been fully aware of just how big Jensen was, the weight of him, but it still hadn’t quite prepared him for having him in his ass. Fuck. Jensen was pressing soft kisses to his face, his cheek, his nose, his brow, his temple and down his neck, over his pulse point, “You’re doing so good, Baby,” he whispered gently into his skin.
Made Jared’s eyes fly open. Jensen had never called him that before. He tilted his chin up, pushing himself far enough and Jensen knew what he wanted, leaned down into the kiss. Jensen pulled his hips back, letting his dick pull out, but not quite all the way, and then he rolled his hips back forward inching in a little further. Jared’s head tipped back baring more of his throat, “Uh-ah-ah,” as Jensen’s shoulder nudged Jared’s thigh just a little higher, and Jensen lapped up the sweat that had pooled there.
The slow grind of Jensen’s hips was driving Jared crazy, so when Jensen finally pushed all the way in Jared cried out, “Jensen,” his leg pulling Jensen in just that little bit tighter so there was absolutely nothing between them.
“I know, Jay,” and Jensen pulled back and then slammed forwards, his balls slapping Jared’s ass with a satisfying smack, and then he really started fucking him. Thrusts picking up momentum with every moan, every stolen breath that passed Jared’s lips and it wasn’t too long before he started to feel the swell of Jensen’s knot. It almost caught him off guard how much he wanted it, and he managed to drop his leg from Jensen’s shoulder so he could lock both his legs round Jensen’s hips to keep him in place.
“Fuck, Jared,” Jensen searched Jared’s eyes, asking permission, he didn’t need to, but Jared nodded anyway, and when Jensen’s locked into place that’s when Jared came. Arms held fast around Jensen shoulders as Jensen filled him completely. Hips still gently rocking as they remained tied.
When Jared woke up he couldn’t move. He was very aware of the familiar press of Jensen’s weight on his back, he was only half on top of him, his hand cupping Jared’s bicep. He was just so very pleasantly warm and it felt so good, and made him feel like he never wanted to have to get up from this spot. Of course no sooner had he thought it than his brain decided to remind him that Jensen being on top of him as he was also meant he was putting extra pressure on Jared’s bladder.
Jared grumbled with a pout at the impending movement. But he held off for a moment or two longer before he very carefully worked himself free. Hands and arm gently lifting and guiding Jensen’s body down onto the mattress so that he didn’t wake him up. And he rolled off the bed and went to go pee. He was just adjusting the settings of the shower when Jensen came in to relieve himself and then he joined Jared in the shower. But just to get cleaned up. That was nothing new.
They did it all the time when they were filming. It saved time and water, and arguments over who got to go first, despite the fact that they each had their own. And okay so maybe Jared liked the feeling of Jensen’s hands all over him, lathering up the shower gel, or working the shampoo into his scalp. Getting your hair washed by someone else was infinitely better than having to do it yourself.
There wasn’t any food out in the boathouse so once they were re-dressed they went back up to the main house to have some oatmeal and coffee. Danneel only just appearing downstairs in time to give him a smile and wave on his way out the door.
Genevieve was doing yoga when he discovered her in their living room, mid downward dog, yoga pants very nicely displaying her assets. Jared got in behind her, hand going between her legs to cup her pussy and she gasped his name. Didn’t pull out of the position though and Jared started rubbing her though the spandex. He could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties, dimples tugging from the grin spanning his lips. He was tempted to just rip the material open, but Genevieve probably wouldn’t appreciate it.
“Jay,” her voice strained, “blood rushing to my head. Think I could get up now?”
“Of course, Baby,” and she straightened up a little more quickly than perhaps she should have and she lost her footing but Jared caught her easily, “I got you.”
He watched her smile as she sunk back into him, arms hugging round his own, “Let me see you,” she said tilting her head back to look at him and he took her hand to let her turn.
She buried her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him, “You didn’t happen to get a surprise visit from Misha, did you?”
Jared’s brow drew together, “Misha? No. Why?”
Genevieve shrugged a little as she pulled back enough to see his face, “I dunno. You kind of smell different.”
Jared sniffed the air, Misha? He couldn’t detect anything that even remotely smelled like the blue-eyed Omega. All he got was Jensen’s shower gel and Genevieve’s arousal, “I had oatmeal for breakfast?”
“You had oatmeal? My poor, Baby,” she said, drawing her hands down the backs of his arms, and then putting on an affected voice added, “You need mama to give you some sugar?”
He laughed, “That was terrible. Traumatising. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to get over it.”
“No?” Genevieve quirked her brow, taking a step back and she pulled her sports bra up and off, letting it fall behind her, “How about now?”
Jared licked his lips, “Hmm, I think I’m starting to come around.”
“Yeah? I thought you might.”
“The ladies presented their argument very convincingly.”
Genevieve brought her hands up to her breasts, giving them a little squeeze, “You want to go over the,” and she pinched her nipples between her fingers, “finer points?”
Jared picked her up and slung her over his shoulder to carry her up to their room with Genevieve putting on the obligatory mock-protest as she laughed all the way up the stairs.
He pulled her down into his arms more fully before throwing her down onto the bed. She reached out to him, closing her fingers in his shirt and he took hold of her calf as he leaned down into her for a kiss. Her knee bent over his shoulder, the rough of his denim covered cock dragging over the soft, warm, and now wet, lycra which clung to her pussy as he ground down into her.
Genevieve gasped round a moan, “Fuck. Jay. Take them off.”
She didn’t do begging. She’d told him that on their first date. Told him if he wanted to fuck her he should just fuck her. And he had. Preamble was never really their thing.
Pulling back up he kissed the inside of her thigh and then tugged the yoga pants off, tossing them aside. He didn’t even bother undressing himself, he just unzipped and pushed into her tight, warm folds and he pounded into her just the way they both craved. Her legs wrapping round him as he pinned her wrists down. He was getting close, but something didn’t feel right. His thrusts slowing right down, “Jared? Why are you stopping?”
“It’s not inflating.”
“What?”
“My knot. It’s not-”
“Babe,” she said with a breathy huff of a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows, “We don’t have to knot every time we have sex. You know we don’t,” and they both shut their eyes when she moved to sit up, his hand going to the small of her back as she placed both of hers over his chest, “Besides, you don’t go into rut until tomorrow. And then you can fill me up with all the babies.”
That got a short bark of a laugh out of him, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
She pinched his arm, “I can’t believe you just made me say that. Now, come on, need you to make me scream.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked and it got the expected smack in retaliation before she let herself drop back down onto the comforter and he gave her exactly what she wanted.
They’d fallen asleep tangled together and woken up just in time for lunch and rather begrudgingly pulled on some sweats to go forage whatever food took the least amount of time to prepare. They ended up just having a lazy day reading together, retreating back to their bedroom, and they talked well into the wee hours of the morning.
When Jared roused into consciousness it was to an empty bed. But that wasn’t any cause for concern. His hand shot out and he grabbed the first time telling device that his hand landed on, his watch, it was mid-morning. Jared let his face sink back into the pillow. He could probably still go out for his run. That thought jolted him. He felt stable enough to go out for a run? He pushed himself up and got out of bed and went straight into their en-suite and got the thermometer. Normal. His temperature was normal. And his dick was still soft in his pants.
He should be climbing the walls right now. Seeking out his mate. Ruts weren’t as overwhelming as heats, but they still required medication to keep them in check. Well if you didn’t want to be a complete Neanderthal. But even on the medication you could still feel the thrum of the want, the need.
Jared slumped down onto the edge of the bed just as Genevieve appeared at their bedroom door, pastry box in hand. She always got him pastries for breakfast, usually donuts, when he was in rut, something quick and fuss free to give him the energy he needed. She sat the box down on the dresser before coming over to him, taking up the space between his legs, wrapping her arms round his neck, “What’s wrong, Babe?”
Jared glanced down, worrying his lip as he took hold of her hips, “I’m not feeling anything.”
Her eyebrows drew together, “How do you mean?”
Jared shrugged and Genevieve pulled back a little, bringing her hands to his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” he said, bringing one hand up to take hold of her forearm, “But I’m not-“
“Maybe you’re late?” and there was a hint of hope in her voice, but he didn’t need her placating him right now.
“It’s not a fucking heat or a period, Gen. Shit,” and he instantly felt like an asshole.
“Sorry,” they said at the same time and she held up her hands and he dropped his head, letting her fingers calm him as they worked through his hair and down to rub his back and shoulders. She kissed the top of his head as she eased off, pulling him with her and he looked into her eyes.
“Something’s wrong with me.”
Genevieve cupped his cheek and he leaned into the touch, “Well let’s go to the doctor.”
He should have expected it. What, had he really thought she would just have some instant magical cure or explanation? Jared had still resisted the suggestion initially though. Going to the doctor just made it way too fucking real. But what else could they do, sit and wait and pray that it was some weird fluke and that everything would be normal the next day? He needed to know with certainty and he needed to know now. The doctor put him through a pretty routine check-up, asked him the same old questions. Then he asked him something he hadn’t even been thinking about.
Did you allow yourself to be knotted by another Alpha?
And he took some bloods, but it was really all a formality. Needed for the paperwork to make it official. And so that he could update his insurance policy, but the Doctor was pretty confident in saying Jared was now an Omega.
Their drive home was silent.
It was like they were both just on autopilot. That was until they got inside the house. And Jared flinched when Genevieve slammed her purse down onto the coffee table, “What the hell did you let him do to you?”
“Gen, I-”
“You let him fuck you. You let him fuck you. Jesus fucking Christ, Jared. You’re both Alphas. Or you were.” She shook her head and huffed solemnly, “You’re not an Alpha anymore.”
“Gen, please-?”
“What?!” she snapped.
“I don’t like you yelling at me,” and he dropped his gaze. Fuck he should be angry right now. She was accusing him of-. But she was yelling, and it made him feel rather unsettlingly upset.
“Uh-haha. Well maybe you should have thought of that before you took Jensen’s knot!” she threw up her hands and pushed them back through her hair, “Fuck! Everything Jared. I let you share everything with him first. No complaints. He’s your best friend. And it was always endearing how close you two are, the depth of your emotional connection. Regular Alphas do not love other Alphas. Not ones they’re not related to. But you love Jensen and god help me I love him too. But this? That was the one thing that was ours. The one thing he was supposed to save for Danni. I mean did you even think about that?”
“I don’t know,” he said and he dragged his hands down his face.
“You don’t know?!”
“Well I don’t. We were drinking. Had already been drinking with you and Danni. You know that. And then we started doing stuff. And that was before you left,” he huffed, throwing up his hands and then pushed one back through his hair, “What do you want me to say? I mean Jesus, Gen, everyone knows that whole knotted Alpha to Omega crap is just a camp fire story that crusty old homophobic whack jobs perpetuate to keep kids on the straight and narrow. Or it was. Shit.”
“Okay, just forget the hocus pocus for two seconds. And, just tell me why? Why would you let him dominate you?”
“It wasn’t like that! It’s not-. When we-. When Jensen and I are together it’s not about that. I mean I guess Jensen kind of leads sometimes, ‘cause he’s older, but it’s not like he ever-. It just always felt right.”
“Right? It felt right to go so completely against your biology and desecrate our vows? Do you even care about that?”
“Of course I care.”
Genevieve huffed. She didn’t believe him. He could hear it. He could feel the tears stinging at his eyes too as he just looked at her, “Gen. I love you.”
Genevieve burst into tears and Jared followed suit as he wrapped her up in his arms. He didn’t know what else to do. And he didn’t want to let her go. The two of them only crying harder when they felt the other tighten their embrace. And they stayed that way, for Jared didn’t know how long, until they started to stop. Genevieve pulled away then and fled to their bedroom. Jared jumped a little when the door clacked shut. Tears springing afresh. He curled himself up on the couch and he had to force himself to stop crying so that he could just get some sleep.
For the whole rest of the week they moved around each other with barely a word. And Genevieve was avoiding touching him. He wished she would touch him. He could just about take the silences but the lack of physical contact? He’d never felt so alone.
It wasn’t something he could just tell Jensen. He couldn’t tell anyone. He had to fix it himself. He could fix it. Make everything alright again. If he could just get Genevieve to forgive him. Get her back in his arms. Get her to talk. To listen. He could make her see how it didn’t have to stop them from having what they’d always had. What he had with Jensen had never stopped them before.
Nothing had changed. Well, okay, so he’d changed on a physiological level. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t the same man. He was still Jared. He was still her husband. And he was still in love with her. But any time he tried to tell her that it just seemed to upset her more.
So on the Friday Jared had been a little more than relieved that Genevieve had wanted to go have dinner with Jensen and Danneel. He’d had no idea what he would have told them if he’d had to cancel. And at first he’d thought it was a good sign. A step in the direction of things going back to normal.
It’s what she’d said, “Just act normal,” as she’d handed him a bottle of Alpha musk as they were getting ready. Jared trying to pretend that he didn’t see the mascara stains on the pillow on his side of the bed.
They took a couple of bottles of wine with them and they all hugged in greeting at the Ackles door. Jensen and Danneel had already opened a bottle so they went straight to the kitchen and Jensen poured each of them a glass. They’d started chatting, the conversation taking a leaning towards how Jensen and Danneel had spent their week as they drifted through to the living room.
Jensen was telling them about their hike. How he’d had his camera with him. He was probably inches away from going to get it to show them. He’d captured something that he and Danneel had immediately wanted to share with Jared and Genevieve. Jared couldn’t say what it was. He really was trying hard to really listen, but only about half of it was going in. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Watching how brightly both Danneel and Jensen lit up when they looked at each other. The way Danneel touched Jensen’s forearm or cupped his knee. How they leaned into each other. And how Jensen put his arm around her back. The warmth in their gestures.
Gestures that he and Genevieve had always shared too. And how cold it felt to have her at his side now. The space between them on their couch might as well have been a gulf. Genevieve looking at him as little as possible.
When he looked back across at their best friends, Jensen was looking at Genevieve now too, his brow furrowed. He had asked her something that Jared had missed, that came floating back up, as if his ears had only just decided to send the message to his brain.
Gen, is something wrong?
“You knotted my husband!”
“What?” Jensen all but spluttered and Jared’s stomach lurched.
“You. Knotted my husband.” Genevieve said more slowly, evenly, anger flaring round the forced control.
“You what!?” Danneel jerked out of his space, shifting so she could get a proper look at him. Her eyes searching Jensen’s, his face, for a moment, and over to Jared and Genevieve.
“He knotted him,” Genevieve said again, and Danneel looked back at her husband as Genevieve continued, “And now he’s not an Alpha anymore.”
“Jensen?” Danneel said, the utterance almost a plea.
Jensen swallowed hard, scratching the back of his neck as his tongue swept out over his lip, eyes resolutely in the middle distance before he finally looked at her again, “Danni, look, I-”
“No,” and for all the world Danneel looked as though Jensen had just sucker punched her, “Oh my God,” her devastation tearing through every wound that Genevieve’s pain had already inflicted upon Jared.
Which wasn’t helped by Jensen’s desperation, “Danni-”
“No,” Danneel said more firmly this time, her hand held up to stop him as she shook her head.
When Danneel’s watery gaze met Genevieve’s that’s when Genevieve said, “I’m sorry,” and then she was up and out of the door and Danneel went after her.
Jensen was about to follow, “Danni, wait!”
That was when Jared just completely lost it.
CHAPTER TWO