After The Full Moon - Chapter 3/2
Chapter 3: Loving - part 2
It was late evening and the guy still didn’t seem to be leaving. Jared stayed close to Jensen, making clear whom the man belonged to, but he was still mad and made sure Jensen felt it. Jensen probably got mad at him in return, but Jared didn’t care. As long as the stranger was staying, he was not going to forgive Jensen so easily. Jensen was HIS. Even Jensen was supposed to understand what that meant by now.
“I’m yours, Jay. There’s no reason to feel insecure,” Jensen said to him, and the words were most likely meant to placate him, but Jared didn’t care. He showed Jensen his back and threw a warning look at the other guy. Don’t come closer, his eyes said. The guy seemed to get the message, because he didn’t try to claim the place next to Jensen.
“He’s stubborn,” he said.
“Yes, he is,” Jensen replied with a sigh.
When Jensen decided it was time to take a shower, Jared was sitting at the door of the bathroom and glaring at the other man.
“I’m going to bed,” Jensen announced when he got out. “Will you be okay on the couch?”
The other guy nodded. Jensen walked into the bedroom. Jared went after him. When he saw Jensen taking a thick quilt and a pillow, he became suspicious. But then Jensen put the things on the couch, and the guy gave him a smile and a nod, and Jared understood that he was not going to take the place in the bed next to Jensen. He waved his tail contentedly and disappeared in the bedroom, jumping on the bed and settling down comfortably.
Jensen came in after a few minutes and lay down beside him.
“Jared,” he spoke to the wolf softly. Jared grumbled and showed him his back. Jensen ignored that and wound his arm around Jared, pressing close to his huge, fury and warm body. Jared growled.
“No,” Jensen said right into his ear. “You don’t really want me to leave it.” He kissed the crown of Jared’s head, and the wolf huffed.
“Good night.”
Jared didn’t respond.
***
It was the first time after long months when Jensen finally slept well. The quietness in his head was filled with the sweet presence of Jared again, giving Jensen the feeling of home. He cuddled closer to the warm wolf body beside him, burying his face into the fur. Jared didn’t growl at him anymore. It would have been in contrast with the feeling of happiness seeping from his every cell.
Jensen smiled. “Am I forgiven?”
The wolf purred and sighed happily.
“Will you change into your human form today?” Jensen talked to him softly, stroking the furry body. “Pretty please?”
Jared obviously enjoyed Jensen’s touches. He purred again and turned his head to Jensen, burying his nose in his favorite place. Jensen chuckled and stroked the wolf again.
“I love you, Jay,” he said gently, petting Jared lovingly.
Suddenly Jared raised his head and looked at the door. He stood up and jumped from the bed.
“What’s up, Jared?” Jensen got out of bed as well, following Jared to the door. When he opened it, Jared ran out from the room, heading right for the kitchen. Jensen froze when he smelled the nice aroma of morning coffee. Great…
He hurried into the kitchen. Misha was standing there by the counter, staring at the wolf glaring at him. Two cups of beautifully smelling coffee were standing on the table. Jensen sighed.
“Jared,” he addressed the wolf soothingly. “It’s okay. Come to me.”
Jared looked at him reproachfully.
Jensen crouched and stretched out his hand towards the wolf. “Come here.”
Jared snorted and ran out from the kitchen. He hopped on the couch, curling up and hiding his muzzle under his tail. He was upset.
Jensen sighed.
“Morning,” he said to Misha. His friend glared and sat down at the table.
“I made only coffee and he came GROWLING at me. He hates me.”
Jensen sighed. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just jealous. Anyway, thanks for the coffee.” He reached for one of the cups.
“Next time you’re making coffee for me,” Misha grunted and took the other cup, sipping from the hot beverage.
“Okay. Breakfast?”
“Make it yourself. I’m not hungry anymore.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “Misha…” he whined. “I have enough dealing with Jared’s jealousy. Do you need to add your two cents, dude? Please…”
“Teach your pet some respect and I’ll be okay,” Misha said, still glaring over his cup.
Jensen stiffened. “He’s not my pet,” he snapped, standing up and walking to the couch, too. At first Jared, now Misha. Wonderful…
“Jay,” he said and poked the wolf in the ribs. “Don’t be like that.”
Jared lifted his head, giving Jensen a quizzical look. Jensen sat down beside him. Jared immediately used the chance and put his head on Jensen’s thigh. Jensen petted him and smiled.
“Are we okay?”
Jared licked his muzzle and didn’t move. He was still upset, but this time he didn’t blame Jensen for anything. Maybe only for bringing Misha with him. The quilt under which Misha had slept was folded neatly on a pillow on the other side of the couch. Jensen looked at Jared. He noticed the wolf was watching him. Our cuddling place, his eyes said, and Jensen had to chuckle.
“What is so funny?” Misha’s voice asked him. Jared growled quietly, glaring in the direction where the question came from.
Jensen looked at his friend. Misha was standing as far from the couch as he considered it to be safe, guilt written in his face. “I’m sorry, Jensen.”
Jensen shook his head. “It’s okay. Let’s not talk about it.”
Misha nodded. Obviously a big stone fell from his heart.
Jensen gave him a smile. “Jared doesn’t like your smell all over the couch,” he said with a chuckle.
Misha shrugged. “He doesn’t like me at all.”
“He saw you taking me away,” Jensen replied, stroking Jared’s soft fur.
“He also saw me bringing you back,” Misha pointed out.
Jensen nodded. “Exactly. And you’re staying. He doesn’t know what to make out of it.”
“Then he should show me his human form quickly so that I could get lost.”
Jensen grinned. “No one’s holding you here.”
Misha frowned. “I’m still worried about your mental health. I’m not leaving until I make sure you’re in good hands.”
Jensen bit his lip. The unspoken ‘until I make sure you weren’t kidding about the werewolves’ was hanging in the air. “Okay,” he said in the end, petting Jared still glaring at Misha.
*
Two more days passed. Jared kept sleeping in Jensen’s bed and he obviously didn’t even think that it should be some other way, but he still refused to change into his human form despite Jensen’s wish and Misha’s expectation. He also refused to accept Misha. He kept glaring at him whenever Misha came into his field of view, but he stopped growling at least. Maybe that calmed Misha down a bit, but Jensen knew it wasn’t so simple. Two or three times Jared disappeared to check on his pack, but he was always back before the dark.
Whenever Jared and Misha were in the same room, the atmosphere was tense. Jensen knew that this was not going to last long and something was going to happen soon. He was afraid what it could be. He already knew that Jared was not going to harm Misha… but he could hardly say what Jared would do when he finally felt the need to make things clear between Misha and him.
It was evening and Jensen was chilling out on the couch with Jared sprawled over him, not leaving any free room for Misha and with his nose buried into the crook of Jensen’s neck right where the mark scar was. Jensen was petting the wolf and savoring the moment, bathing in Jared’s feelings of affection and perfect contentment for the time being. Misha usually didn’t bother to keep them company during such moments. He stayed in the kitchen, reading some book or cooking or doing whatever he wanted. They both were waiting for Jared to make a move that would help all of them to make their final decisions. But Jared never did anything and Jensen had the feeling that in fact it was Jared waiting for them to do something. Well… he was waiting for Misha to leave. And Misha was waiting for Jared to show his human form. Which Jared stubbornly refused to do unless Misha was gone. And Misha was not going to leave… Stupid vicious circle!
“Jensen!” echoed from the kitchen.
Jensen groaned. “What?”
“Can you come here for a moment?”
Jensen hugged the wolf having a nap on him. “No.”
Misha walked out from the kitchen and showed Jensen a rustling package of jellybeans. “Not even for this?” he asked, grinning.
Jensen’s eyes widened. “Gimme!” He stretched out his arms towards Misha.
“Sorry, but I’m afraid of your lover,” Misha said with a shrug.
Jensen pouted. “You don’t like me.”
Misha chuckled. “What will you prefer? Lazing on the couch or eating those tasty, juicy and sweet jellybeans?”
Jensen groaned. “I hate you.” He fidgeted under Jared, who lifted his head and gave Jensen a quizzical look.
“I want my jellybeans,” Jensen said to the wolf and tried to get from under Jared’s heavy body. “Gimme, Misha!”
“I’m not coming closer. If you want them, come and take them.”
Jensen wriggled more urgently and Jared sat up, freeing Jensen finally. Jensen shot from the couch. “Hand over my jellybeans!”
Misha laughed and gave his friend the package. “You’re addicted.”
“You bet I am,” Jensen said, tearing the package and taking a handful of the sweet treat while returning to the couch. He put the package on a small table and sat down, eating slowly piece after piece and grinning contentedly. Jared was watching him curiously. Jensen grinned and offered him one piece. Jared was sniffing at it for a long time before he took it hesitantly in his mouth and started chewing. Jensen giggled and kept eating. Meanwhile Misha disappeared in the kitchen again.
“Where did you get them, bitch?” Jensen called, enjoying his addiction.
“Call me ‘bitch’ one more time and I’m not going to give you the rest,” echoed the threat.
“What? There’s more? Where?” Jensen cried and stood up from the couch. Jared meanwhile was hypnotizing the colorful package.
“I’m not telling you. You would eat all of them in one evening. Can’t risk you getting sick.”
“Miiishaaa!” Jensen was in the kitchen in a moment. “Tell me.”
Misha grinned. “No. Do you want tea?”
“Come oooon. Tell me. I won’t eat them,” Jensen whined.
“What’s up, Jennybean? Afraid I could eat them and not share with you? I’m not as mean as you are,” Misha teased
“You’re an asshole,” Jensen growled.
“And you hate me, I know. I’ve already heard that tonight,” Misha said, still smirking at Jensen. “By the way… I’d like to go sleep in a while, so if you and your overgrown pup would be so nice and move your make out session to the bedroom, I would appreciate that.”
Jensen frowned. “Jerk.” He followed Misha back into the living room.
Suddenly Misha stopped. “You must be kidding me…” he said.
Jensen blinked. Yummy? He looked at Jared sitting on the couch with the package of Jensen’s jellybeans between his front paws, chewing contentedly.
“Your wolf ate all your jellybeans,” Misha said, disbelief in his voice.
“Jared,” Jensen whined. “They were mine.”
Jared didn’t seem to care about the two men, one glaring at him, the other one making a funnily desperate face. He stuck his muzzle into the package again, holding the package with his paws.
“I can’t believe this,” Misha said. “And even that didn’t make him turn into a human...”
Jensen came to the couch and took the almost empty package. “Jared, you pig,” he said with a sigh.
The wolf wagged his tail and licked Jensen’s cheek happily.
“I know they are yummy. That’s why I like them so much.”
“He’s selfish,” Misha commented, watching the two from a safe distance.
Jensen shook his head. “He’s not. He’s just… well, he marked me so I belong to him, and everything that is mine is automatically also his. Besides, he’s an alpha, so it’s natural that he gets the greatest part.”
“I call it selfish,” Misha said and glared at the wolf. “Anyway, if anyone else ate your jellybeans, you wouldn’t talk to them for the rest of the day. How is it different with… with him?” he asked, pointing at the wolf looking absolutely satisfied.
Jensen sighed and flopped on the couch beside Jared. “I’ve just told you why.” He ate the last two jellybeans Jared had left in the package while the wolf was nuzzling his neck and licking his ear.
“Sorry, but that’s bullshit,” Misha said.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “Can you cut it out, Misha? You said there were more, so where’s the point of this discussion?”
“The point is that you were all beside yourself when you heard there were more and wanted to know where they were hidden…”
Jensen rolled his eyes again. One thing was that Misha was right. Normally he got mad when someone ate his jellybeans, but for some reason he couldn’t get mad at Jared. What was Jensen’s was also Jared’s… so it didn’t matter. Jared was happy and satisfied, so Jensen was as well, and that was what counted.
Misha obviously wanted to say something venomous, but he changed his mind. “Jensen,” he addressed him instead in a tone that promised that something important was following. “Since you found him last year, he became the center of your universe…”
Jensen frowned. “What’s bad about that?”
“You’re losing yourself.”
“Am not,” he snapped and felt that Jared stopped with expressions of affection. He was now watching the two men with interest. Jensen didn’t need to look at him to know that Jared was giving Misha his usual glare.
“Jensen!” It seemed Misha didn’t notice. Or simply ignored it. “Hell, man, I’m worried about you!”
“You don’t need to…”
“I DO!” Misha cried. “Everything you told me about shapeshifters can be true or not, I don’t know. I’m waiting for a proof, but the only thing I can see is an overgrown and overly intelligent wolf, that’s all.”
“Jared’s not a wolf!” Jensen yelled, outraged and frustrated. So Misha really didn’t believe him. He really was just looking for proof that Jensen was out of his mind before he tried to drag him to a shrink.
The dark, throaty growl that sounded made both of them stiffen. Jared was standing on the couch, his eyes fixed on Misha and his stance was talking that this time Misha was not getting away so easily.
Jensen turned to the wolf, wide-eyed. “Jared… no…” he said, but he already knew it was futile…
***
Jared hated when the guy was being disrespectful to Jensen. Jared had patience with him only because the guy was important to Jensen… but someone should finally show him where his place was.
He stood up on the couch, lifting his head high and sticking out his chest, which made him look even bigger, and growled menacingly. Both men looked at him with fear in their eyes. As for the guy’s part, it pleased Jared. As for Jensen… not so much.
“Jared… no…” Jensen said, and it sounded like a plea.
All right. Maybe Jared was a bit unfair. He was a wolf and the guy… he was just human. He had no fangs, no claws… he had practically nothing.
Jared looked at Jensen and touched his cheek with his nose, letting him know he understood. Jensen didn’t seem to be less tense. Jared whined and let the wave of pain wash over him before he hugged Jensen shortly.
“Holy shit…” the guy breathed out and stepped backwards. Jared glared at him again. He let go of Jensen, and lifting his head high again, he started walking to the guy.
“JARED!” Jensen yelled angrily and folded his arms around Jared’s waist in order to stop him. “Cut it out, you moron! This is NOT your pack!”
Jared frowned.
“What’s going on, Jen?” the other guy asked, and his voice sounded unsure. Good.
“He has this stupid idea…”
Jared made a step forward, expecting Jensen to let him go, but the man even tightened the grip around his waist.
“Jared! Stop!”
Jared hesitated, boring his eyes into the other guy. No… this had to end. The guy needed to know how far he could and couldn’t go…
Jared growled, turning around in Jensen’s grip, grabbing his collar and pushing him backwards. Jensen’s legs hit the couch. Jared made sure his mate fell down on it softly. Then he growled the warning that Jensen was not allowed to mix into this and straightened up again, turning to the other guy. He needed just three long strides to get to him.
“Jared, stop it!” he heard behind his back.
The guy in front of him made another step back, but it didn’t help him, because Jared was already reaching for him.
“Jay!”
One smooth move and the guy was lying on the floor with Jared straddling him and growling threateningly. No more upsetting Jensen!
“Jensen? Could you call him off?” the guy under him called.
Jared growled even darker. How DARE you address Jensen after you were yelling at him?
Jensen was already by his side.
“Jared, it’s okay. Leave Misha alone. Jay.” He touched Jared’s arm and looked at him pleadingly.
Jared hesitated.
“Jared, let him go.” Jensen slowly curled his fingers around Jared’s wrist. “Come on. You’re scaring him. You’re scaring me.”
Jared whined and looked at the guy under him.
Jensen pulled the werewolf’s hand. “Come on. Leave him alone.”
Jared stood up slowly and backed, still glaring at the guy.
“Misha, stand up slowly,” Jensen said, and he was still watching Jared, gripping his wrist tight.
The guy rose from the floor, watching them. He was frightened and Jared felt a wave of satisfaction. He grinned malevolently. The guy winced.
“Misha, go to the kitchen, please. I have to talk to Jared.”
The guy nodded and disappeared in the other room.
Jared felt a yank at his wrist. Jensen pulled him to the couch and pushed him down not gently at all.
“What the fuck was that supposed to mean, Jared?” he asked angrily, and Jared looked at him with confusion reflecting in his eyes. He whined quietly and leaned his head to the side.
“You scared the crap out of us! You can’t do this! You’re not in your pack. I’m not a member of your pack! Not yet, so stop acting like you were my alpha!”
Jensen was obviously mad and Jared really didn’t get why.
“You scared Misha! You CAN’T do that!” Jensen went on.
Misha? Was that the name of the guy?
“Yes, exactly. That’s Misha and you’re fucking mean to him. I don’t like that, Jared. You either stop it or go.”
The words were dark and menacing, and even though Jared didn’t know their meaning, he still felt the coldness in which they were spoken. He whined and wanted to stand up, but Jensen pushed him back on the couch. Jared didn’t like it. He didn’t like being at the lower eyelevel. Jensen was standing in front of him, fuming and keeping his distance. Jared whined again.
“Your fault,” Jensen said angrily. “Stay here,” he said and walked into his bedroom. Jared was looking after him for a moment, but then he stood up and followed him. Jensen rolled his eyes when Jared entered the room.
“Here, get dressed.” He handed Jared some clothes. “I bought them for you. I hope the sweatpants are long enough.”
Jared looked at the bundle in his hands and sniffed at it. It didn’t smell like Jensen. He frowned.
Jensen glared. “Get dressed,” he commanded.
Jared hesitated.
“Jared. Put it on.”
Jared pulled on the sweatpants. Jensen nodded contentedly when it turned out they were exactly as long as Jared needed them to be. The soft cotton T-shirt covered his broad chest and Jensen gave a sigh of relief.
“Good. Will you behave now?”
Jared gave Jensen a look of a lost puppy. Jensen blushed and looked away. Jared used the chance and shortened the distance between them. He nuzzled Jensen’s cheek. Jensen sighed and pushed him away gently.
“Let’s go back.”
He led Jared to the couch, making him sit down again.
“Stay here and wait for me. I’ll try to save what I still can,” he said and touched lightly Jared’s shoulder. “Stay.”
Jared gave a loud whine, but Jensen ignored him.
***
Jensen entered the kitchen, finding Misha standing by the window and looking out.
“You have a hell of a boyfriend,” Misha said, his voice low and husky.
“I’m sorry about Jared. He thought it was his responsibility. He thought he was protecting me,” Jensen tried to explain.
Misha shook his head. “Protecting from what?”
Jensen shrugged. “You were shouting.”
Misha huffed and looked out from the window again.
“He didn’t want to hurt you. He only wanted to scare you,” Jensen went on.
Misha scoffed. “He did a good job.”
“I’m sorry.”
Misha sighed and sat down at the table. Jensen didn’t know what to say more. Especially when Jared’s Don’t be mad screamed in his head and two strong arms wrapped around him.
Jensen sighed. “Why can’t you listen to me at least once?” he asked and stroked lightly Jared’s hands. Jared nuzzled his neck.
“Because he’s an alpha?” Misha offered, and Jensen felt the sting of his own words.
Jared kept nuzzling his neck in a placatory gesture, though there was no ‘I’m sorry’ in it. Jared didn’t regret anything, he was sure he did the right thing, and he couldn’t get why Jensen was so mad. He was fighting for him; he wanted to show the guy that he shouldn’t behave so disrespectfully to his chosen mate.
Jensen let his head fall backwards on Jared’s shoulder. Jared whined quietly and pressed Jensen closer.
“You’re a troublemaker, Jay. I should kick your ass. Maybe I will one day, you big-headed alpha…”
Misha chuckled from his seat. “You’re a true romantic, Jensen. Such sweet words would turn on anyone.”
Jensen smiled. “Shut up, Collins. You’re just jealous.”
“Yeah… because jealousy doesn’t start with J, right?” Misha said with sarcasm in his voice.
Jensen lifted his head slowly while Jared’s lips grazed his cheek. He understood that Misha was not going to forget this episode easily
“Sorry.”
Misha shrugged. “I owe you an apology, too.”
Jensen gave him a puzzled look.
“You weren’t kidding when you said he was stunning in his human form.”
Jensen felt a smile spreading on his face. “Aren’t you freaked out?” he asked, half-teasing and half-serious.
“A little,” Misha said with a nod. “But I’m more freaked out because of how strong he is than because of him being a shapeshifter. I was kinda prepared for that.”
“Liar. You didn’t believe me,” Jensen pointed out. Jared meanwhile sniffed at his hair and with his nose pressed to Jensen’s skin he was slowly moving down to his shoulder. Jensen knew what his goal was.
“Sorry?” Misha offered, and a small grin formed on his lips.
Jensen smiled back as Jared bared his shoulder and licked the scar. He shivered. This was surely turning him on.
Misha raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you two want to go into the bedroom?”
“No reason,” Jensen said. “He just likes the spot.”
Jared purred contentedly, licking the scar again. Jensen’s eyes widened. Oh, God…
“Didn’t know you were a PDA person,” Misha teased.
“What PDA? It’s just you,” Jensen said with a grin, but shivered again as Jared delivered a small kiss on his shoulder. “Okay, maybe your idea wasn’t so bad,” he said, and Misha laughed.
“I hoped you’d say that.”
Jensen nodded and freed himself from Jared’s embrace. He grabbed the werewolf’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. He was too occupied with his own growing lust that he didn’t notice the victorious grin on Jared’s face as the wolf-man threw a quick look at Misha.
*
Jensen really wanted to be mad at Jared, but Jared was messing with his feelings so much that any resistance was a futile effort. He couldn’t be mad. He didn’t even want to. What he wanted was feeling Jared’s big hands on his skin and his mouth pressed against Jensen’s. He wanted Jared so badly…
He barely closed the door and he was lost in Jared’s embrace again. His hands were buried in Jared’s brown hair of the color of chestnut, fisting in it, holding tight while he was attacking Jared’s mouth with almost painful need. Jared let him take control for the time being, but Jensen knew that it was not going to last much longer. The needy thrust against his groins told him that he was right. He sighed into Jared’s mouth and returned the thrust impatiently. Jared’s growing excitement was driving him crazy.
“Jay…” he moaned and let his hands slide down to Jared’s perfect, muscular ass. It felt like there was no fat anywhere on Jared’s body, just muscles trained by hunts and fights for dominance.
“I want you, Jared… want you so much,” he whispered and yanked the waistband of the sweatpants. “Off with those.”
He pulled the sweatpants off of Jared’s hips slowly, revealing the beautiful hard-on. Jensen licked his lips lasciviously at the sight and glanced at Jared. Jared’s irises were wide with excitement and his chest heaving swiftly in the rhythm of his breathing. Jensen smiled as he helped Jared out of the sweatpants. He lightly stroked the wolf-man’s swollen manhood. The quiet whimper that escaped Jared’s mouth was the most incredible sound in the whole world.
“Jared,” Jensen whispered again and nibbled Jared’s earlobe. “I love you. Jensen love Jared.”
Jared stiffened. A wave of insecurity and fear hit Jensen.
Shit…
He folded his arms around Jared’s waist, pulling him close.
“Jay, I’m not going anywhere. I came back to be with you,” he said in a soothing tone. Jared was watching him intently, tension still present in his body and mind.
“I’m staying,” Jensen said and kissed Jared once, twice… “I’m yours, remember?” Since he knew the words wouldn’t get to the wolf-man, he relied on the tone of his voice and the kisses he was delivering to Jared’s cheek and neck, but Jared still didn’t react to anything of that.
“Jared,” Jensen whined and was thinking what else he could do to make Jared understand. Maybe… there was something…
He looked into Jared’s eyes dark with fortunately not decreasing excitement, even though it was overshadowed by fear, and he repeated in a firm voice: “Jensen love Jared.” The tension in Jared’s muscles increased, but there was also confusion and anticipation of something he couldn’t identify. Jensen held on that feeling. He pulled the collar of Jared’s T-shirt aside, opening his mouth and biting Jared’s shoulder exactly in the same place where his own skin had been marked.
Jared squeaked, more in surprise than in pain. Jensen put more pressure into the bite. The tense muscle must have hurt a lot, but Jensen couldn’t feel it. He was looking for the familiar coldness under all the feelings milling and mixing within him… and yes, it was there. It wasn’t hard to find it when he knew what he was looking for.
He let go of Jared’s shoulder, letting the thin strand of saliva roll down to the collar bone. The imprint of his teeth was deep, but he still didn’t manage to break the skin. Maybe next time when his teeth would be sharp enough to do the marking properly. For now the forming bruise would have to be enough.
Jensen raised his eyes from the wet spot to meet Jared’s look. Jared’s mouth was half-open and he was breathing quickly. His excitement was reaching high level and his cock, now pressed against Jensen’s hip again, was as hard as a stone.
God, what have I done? Jensen whined mentally, but he couldn’t say he was startled or feeling uncomfortable. He waited for his alpha and mate to take him - what exactly ‘taking him’ meant he wasn’t sure.
Jared grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He was far from being gentle. The excitement was driving him to insanity; the only thing he wanted right now was having his dirty way with Jensen.
Jensen shivered and reached to his jeans to unbutton them, but Jared’s big body landed on him, preventing Jensen from freeing his own hard-on. Jared huffed into Jensen’s ear and licked the way to his favorite scar. His hips were moving in a ferocious rhythm, but barely touching Jensen’s craving cock.
Fuck, this is so wrong, Jensen thought and wriggled, trying to get something from the pleasure, too. Even though the fireworks in Jared’s head were awesome, they weren’t enough for Jensen to drive him to the edge. He needed the good old methods like a handjob or a blowjob to come and Jared was successfully ruining Jensen’s effort to get his hand down and free his erection so that he could stroke himself if Jared was not going to do that for him.
Fuck the alpha thing! Misha was right, he IS selfish.
He frowned and pushed at Jared’s shoulders.
“Stop it!”
Jared growled, but didn’t stop. Jensen pushed more urgently.
“No!”
Jared raised his head from the scar and looked at Jensen, frowning. Jensen returned the frown.
“Get off me, you big animal. What’s up with you?”
Jared leaned his head to the side, giving a quiet quizzical growl.
“I want to get off as well!” Jensen said and pushed Jared again. Jared wasn’t willing to roll away. He growled again.
“Jared,” Jensen addressed him coldly.
Jared glared, but listened this time. Jensen nodded and made him lie down on his back. Jared blinked, surprised, but then he frowned again. He wanted to sit up, but Jensen straddled him and pushed back on the mattress.
“If you can’t behave, we’ll do it my way,” he said and kissed lightly before he ran his fingers over Jared’s cock. Jared gasped and stopped glaring.
Jensen grinned. “See? I can make it good for you even this way.”
He took off his sweatshirt before he helped Jared out from his T-shirt. The wolf-man still wasn’t sure whether he liked the position under the other man or not. It was colliding with his status of an alpha.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “No alpha crap in bed, okay?” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, finally freeing his manhood craving for touch. He gave it several quick pulls and sighed contentedly. Yeah, this was good…
Jared’s eyes were trained on him. Jensen smiled at him as curiosity slipped into his consciousness. He bent down and kissed Jared gently.
“Stay like this,” he whispered and rolled off of Jared in order to get rid of the jeans and boxers. Jared stayed lying, but he didn’t stop watching Jensen curiously. Jensen chuckled and straddled the wolf-man again, pressing cock against cock.
Jared opened his mouth in a silent moan. It still amazed Jensen that despite his arousal Jared kept being so quiet. A werewolf thing? Probably. He smiled and kissed Jared again, this time more greedily, and started moving his hips slowly, rubbing his dick against Jared’s. His hand found its way down and Jensen curled his fingers around their cocks, stroking. He sighed quietly.
The rhythm of Jared’s breathing increased and his hand came up to Jensen’s shoulder, touching it gently. Jensen smiled, bending down and kissing Jared under the chin, moving slowly to the collar bone.
“Jensen love Jared,” he whispered against the heated skin. Jared gave a quiet whimper, tightening the grip on Jensen’s shoulder.
“You are so beautiful,” Jensen said, looking into Jared’s wide eyes dark with excitement.
Jensen took the wolf-man’s other hand and placed it around their joined cocks as well. Jared gave him a questioning look. Jensen smiled at him encouragingly.
“It’s okay. Now slowly.” He led Jared’s hand up and down their lengths in an achingly slow pace. Fortunately Jared got the point quickly. He smiled and grabbed the cocks more firmly, increasing the pace.
Jensen groaned. Yes, this was right: their joined hands on their joined prides. He sighed and bit his lip while adjusting to Jared’s pace turning quick and needy. I’ll need to teach him to be more patient, Jensen thought. But not now. Now’s not the right time.
Jared under him shivered. Jensen knew that he was close, but his own orgasm still needed a bit of good handiwork. He pressed at the base of Jared’s cock, making Jared to give another quiet whimper. He looked at Jensen reproachfully.
Jensen shook his head and smiled. “Not sooner than I.”
He encouraged Jared to more stroking and Jared obeyed gladly. Jensen was checking how far Jared was from reaching climax, and he found out that their mixed feelings of pleasure were definitely turning him on faster than any porn movie he had seen.
He gave a loud moan when he felt Jared reaching the edge and falling over it into the waters of ecstasy. Jared’s body rose from the bed in a graceful arch, the silence in the room was in perfect balance with the screams of pleasure flowing to Jensen’s consciousness. He needed just two or three more strokes to reach heaven… but suddenly Jared’s hand was away and Jensen was lying on his back. He gasped… and screamed in pain as sharp teeth broke the skin on is lower belly. Funnily that was the moment that pushed him right into the embrace of bliss. Jensen cried out loud as a wave of orgasm washed over him as a tidal wave.
He felt a gentle lick on his new wound and then the licks continued to his belly… He was too tired and too happy to try to find out what it meant. He just knew it was Jared doing it with some good intention. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Jared’s tongue working on his body… and it finally dawned on him.
“Jay?”
Jared pulled up and kissed Jensen fondly. Jensen could feel his own taste. Cleaning time… yes, of course… He sighed and ran his fingers through Jared’s hair.
“I’m not gonna lick the come from your body, dude, I’m just warning you,” he said as he caressed Jared’s cheek, letting his hand slide down slowly to the wolf-man’s neck and then further to his chest. Jared purred quietly, nuzzling Jensen’s face.
Jensen smiled.
“Love you, too. Just stop being an asshole, okay?&rdquo
ared licked Jensen’s ear. Jensen chuckled and pressed Jared into the mattress. This time the wolf-man didn’t complain. Jensen kissed him gently and then reached for one of the shirts lying on the ground. He found out it was Jared’s T-shirt and he shrugged. He’d give him a clean one later. He started wiping the pearly white come from the wolf-man’s skin. The answer was a long but content sigh. Jensen smiled, looking at Jared, who closed his eyes and wasn’t far from falling asleep.
Jensen took a quilt lying aside and he covered Jared with it. The wolf-man purred again with contentment. Jensen slid under the quilt and pressed against the warm body. Jared immediately put his head on Jensen’s shoulder and stretched his arm across his chest, half-blanketing his lover.
Jensen delivered a small kiss on the crown of Jared’s head.
“Sleep,” he whispered into the silence of the room, lightly caressing Jared’s skin.
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It was late evening and the guy still didn’t seem to be leaving. Jared stayed close to Jensen, making clear whom the man belonged to, but he was still mad and made sure Jensen felt it. Jensen probably got mad at him in return, but Jared didn’t care. As long as the stranger was staying, he was not going to forgive Jensen so easily. Jensen was HIS. Even Jensen was supposed to understand what that meant by now.
“I’m yours, Jay. There’s no reason to feel insecure,” Jensen said to him, and the words were most likely meant to placate him, but Jared didn’t care. He showed Jensen his back and threw a warning look at the other guy. Don’t come closer, his eyes said. The guy seemed to get the message, because he didn’t try to claim the place next to Jensen.
“He’s stubborn,” he said.
“Yes, he is,” Jensen replied with a sigh.
When Jensen decided it was time to take a shower, Jared was sitting at the door of the bathroom and glaring at the other man.
“I’m going to bed,” Jensen announced when he got out. “Will you be okay on the couch?”
The other guy nodded. Jensen walked into the bedroom. Jared went after him. When he saw Jensen taking a thick quilt and a pillow, he became suspicious. But then Jensen put the things on the couch, and the guy gave him a smile and a nod, and Jared understood that he was not going to take the place in the bed next to Jensen. He waved his tail contentedly and disappeared in the bedroom, jumping on the bed and settling down comfortably.
Jensen came in after a few minutes and lay down beside him.
“Jared,” he spoke to the wolf softly. Jared grumbled and showed him his back. Jensen ignored that and wound his arm around Jared, pressing close to his huge, fury and warm body. Jared growled.
“No,” Jensen said right into his ear. “You don’t really want me to leave it.” He kissed the crown of Jared’s head, and the wolf huffed.
“Good night.”
Jared didn’t respond.
***
It was the first time after long months when Jensen finally slept well. The quietness in his head was filled with the sweet presence of Jared again, giving Jensen the feeling of home. He cuddled closer to the warm wolf body beside him, burying his face into the fur. Jared didn’t growl at him anymore. It would have been in contrast with the feeling of happiness seeping from his every cell.
Jensen smiled. “Am I forgiven?”
The wolf purred and sighed happily.
“Will you change into your human form today?” Jensen talked to him softly, stroking the furry body. “Pretty please?”
Jared obviously enjoyed Jensen’s touches. He purred again and turned his head to Jensen, burying his nose in his favorite place. Jensen chuckled and stroked the wolf again.
“I love you, Jay,” he said gently, petting Jared lovingly.
Suddenly Jared raised his head and looked at the door. He stood up and jumped from the bed.
“What’s up, Jared?” Jensen got out of bed as well, following Jared to the door. When he opened it, Jared ran out from the room, heading right for the kitchen. Jensen froze when he smelled the nice aroma of morning coffee. Great…
He hurried into the kitchen. Misha was standing there by the counter, staring at the wolf glaring at him. Two cups of beautifully smelling coffee were standing on the table. Jensen sighed.
“Jared,” he addressed the wolf soothingly. “It’s okay. Come to me.”
Jared looked at him reproachfully.
Jensen crouched and stretched out his hand towards the wolf. “Come here.”
Jared snorted and ran out from the kitchen. He hopped on the couch, curling up and hiding his muzzle under his tail. He was upset.
Jensen sighed.
“Morning,” he said to Misha. His friend glared and sat down at the table.
“I made only coffee and he came GROWLING at me. He hates me.”
Jensen sighed. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just jealous. Anyway, thanks for the coffee.” He reached for one of the cups.
“Next time you’re making coffee for me,” Misha grunted and took the other cup, sipping from the hot beverage.
“Okay. Breakfast?”
“Make it yourself. I’m not hungry anymore.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “Misha…” he whined. “I have enough dealing with Jared’s jealousy. Do you need to add your two cents, dude? Please…”
“Teach your pet some respect and I’ll be okay,” Misha said, still glaring over his cup.
Jensen stiffened. “He’s not my pet,” he snapped, standing up and walking to the couch, too. At first Jared, now Misha. Wonderful…
“Jay,” he said and poked the wolf in the ribs. “Don’t be like that.”
Jared lifted his head, giving Jensen a quizzical look. Jensen sat down beside him. Jared immediately used the chance and put his head on Jensen’s thigh. Jensen petted him and smiled.
“Are we okay?”
Jared licked his muzzle and didn’t move. He was still upset, but this time he didn’t blame Jensen for anything. Maybe only for bringing Misha with him. The quilt under which Misha had slept was folded neatly on a pillow on the other side of the couch. Jensen looked at Jared. He noticed the wolf was watching him. Our cuddling place, his eyes said, and Jensen had to chuckle.
“What is so funny?” Misha’s voice asked him. Jared growled quietly, glaring in the direction where the question came from.
Jensen looked at his friend. Misha was standing as far from the couch as he considered it to be safe, guilt written in his face. “I’m sorry, Jensen.”
Jensen shook his head. “It’s okay. Let’s not talk about it.”
Misha nodded. Obviously a big stone fell from his heart.
Jensen gave him a smile. “Jared doesn’t like your smell all over the couch,” he said with a chuckle.
Misha shrugged. “He doesn’t like me at all.”
“He saw you taking me away,” Jensen replied, stroking Jared’s soft fur.
“He also saw me bringing you back,” Misha pointed out.
Jensen nodded. “Exactly. And you’re staying. He doesn’t know what to make out of it.”
“Then he should show me his human form quickly so that I could get lost.”
Jensen grinned. “No one’s holding you here.”
Misha frowned. “I’m still worried about your mental health. I’m not leaving until I make sure you’re in good hands.”
Jensen bit his lip. The unspoken ‘until I make sure you weren’t kidding about the werewolves’ was hanging in the air. “Okay,” he said in the end, petting Jared still glaring at Misha.
*
Two more days passed. Jared kept sleeping in Jensen’s bed and he obviously didn’t even think that it should be some other way, but he still refused to change into his human form despite Jensen’s wish and Misha’s expectation. He also refused to accept Misha. He kept glaring at him whenever Misha came into his field of view, but he stopped growling at least. Maybe that calmed Misha down a bit, but Jensen knew it wasn’t so simple. Two or three times Jared disappeared to check on his pack, but he was always back before the dark.
Whenever Jared and Misha were in the same room, the atmosphere was tense. Jensen knew that this was not going to last long and something was going to happen soon. He was afraid what it could be. He already knew that Jared was not going to harm Misha… but he could hardly say what Jared would do when he finally felt the need to make things clear between Misha and him.
It was evening and Jensen was chilling out on the couch with Jared sprawled over him, not leaving any free room for Misha and with his nose buried into the crook of Jensen’s neck right where the mark scar was. Jensen was petting the wolf and savoring the moment, bathing in Jared’s feelings of affection and perfect contentment for the time being. Misha usually didn’t bother to keep them company during such moments. He stayed in the kitchen, reading some book or cooking or doing whatever he wanted. They both were waiting for Jared to make a move that would help all of them to make their final decisions. But Jared never did anything and Jensen had the feeling that in fact it was Jared waiting for them to do something. Well… he was waiting for Misha to leave. And Misha was waiting for Jared to show his human form. Which Jared stubbornly refused to do unless Misha was gone. And Misha was not going to leave… Stupid vicious circle!
“Jensen!” echoed from the kitchen.
Jensen groaned. “What?”
“Can you come here for a moment?”
Jensen hugged the wolf having a nap on him. “No.”
Misha walked out from the kitchen and showed Jensen a rustling package of jellybeans. “Not even for this?” he asked, grinning.
Jensen’s eyes widened. “Gimme!” He stretched out his arms towards Misha.
“Sorry, but I’m afraid of your lover,” Misha said with a shrug.
Jensen pouted. “You don’t like me.”
Misha chuckled. “What will you prefer? Lazing on the couch or eating those tasty, juicy and sweet jellybeans?”
Jensen groaned. “I hate you.” He fidgeted under Jared, who lifted his head and gave Jensen a quizzical look.
“I want my jellybeans,” Jensen said to the wolf and tried to get from under Jared’s heavy body. “Gimme, Misha!”
“I’m not coming closer. If you want them, come and take them.”
Jensen wriggled more urgently and Jared sat up, freeing Jensen finally. Jensen shot from the couch. “Hand over my jellybeans!”
Misha laughed and gave his friend the package. “You’re addicted.”
“You bet I am,” Jensen said, tearing the package and taking a handful of the sweet treat while returning to the couch. He put the package on a small table and sat down, eating slowly piece after piece and grinning contentedly. Jared was watching him curiously. Jensen grinned and offered him one piece. Jared was sniffing at it for a long time before he took it hesitantly in his mouth and started chewing. Jensen giggled and kept eating. Meanwhile Misha disappeared in the kitchen again.
“Where did you get them, bitch?” Jensen called, enjoying his addiction.
“Call me ‘bitch’ one more time and I’m not going to give you the rest,” echoed the threat.
“What? There’s more? Where?” Jensen cried and stood up from the couch. Jared meanwhile was hypnotizing the colorful package.
“I’m not telling you. You would eat all of them in one evening. Can’t risk you getting sick.”
“Miiishaaa!” Jensen was in the kitchen in a moment. “Tell me.”
Misha grinned. “No. Do you want tea?”
“Come oooon. Tell me. I won’t eat them,” Jensen whined.
“What’s up, Jennybean? Afraid I could eat them and not share with you? I’m not as mean as you are,” Misha teased
“You’re an asshole,” Jensen growled.
“And you hate me, I know. I’ve already heard that tonight,” Misha said, still smirking at Jensen. “By the way… I’d like to go sleep in a while, so if you and your overgrown pup would be so nice and move your make out session to the bedroom, I would appreciate that.”
Jensen frowned. “Jerk.” He followed Misha back into the living room.
Suddenly Misha stopped. “You must be kidding me…” he said.
Jensen blinked. Yummy? He looked at Jared sitting on the couch with the package of Jensen’s jellybeans between his front paws, chewing contentedly.
“Your wolf ate all your jellybeans,” Misha said, disbelief in his voice.
“Jared,” Jensen whined. “They were mine.”
Jared didn’t seem to care about the two men, one glaring at him, the other one making a funnily desperate face. He stuck his muzzle into the package again, holding the package with his paws.
“I can’t believe this,” Misha said. “And even that didn’t make him turn into a human...”
Jensen came to the couch and took the almost empty package. “Jared, you pig,” he said with a sigh.
The wolf wagged his tail and licked Jensen’s cheek happily.
“I know they are yummy. That’s why I like them so much.”
“He’s selfish,” Misha commented, watching the two from a safe distance.
Jensen shook his head. “He’s not. He’s just… well, he marked me so I belong to him, and everything that is mine is automatically also his. Besides, he’s an alpha, so it’s natural that he gets the greatest part.”
“I call it selfish,” Misha said and glared at the wolf. “Anyway, if anyone else ate your jellybeans, you wouldn’t talk to them for the rest of the day. How is it different with… with him?” he asked, pointing at the wolf looking absolutely satisfied.
Jensen sighed and flopped on the couch beside Jared. “I’ve just told you why.” He ate the last two jellybeans Jared had left in the package while the wolf was nuzzling his neck and licking his ear.
“Sorry, but that’s bullshit,” Misha said.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “Can you cut it out, Misha? You said there were more, so where’s the point of this discussion?”
“The point is that you were all beside yourself when you heard there were more and wanted to know where they were hidden…”
Jensen rolled his eyes again. One thing was that Misha was right. Normally he got mad when someone ate his jellybeans, but for some reason he couldn’t get mad at Jared. What was Jensen’s was also Jared’s… so it didn’t matter. Jared was happy and satisfied, so Jensen was as well, and that was what counted.
Misha obviously wanted to say something venomous, but he changed his mind. “Jensen,” he addressed him instead in a tone that promised that something important was following. “Since you found him last year, he became the center of your universe…”
Jensen frowned. “What’s bad about that?”
“You’re losing yourself.”
“Am not,” he snapped and felt that Jared stopped with expressions of affection. He was now watching the two men with interest. Jensen didn’t need to look at him to know that Jared was giving Misha his usual glare.
“Jensen!” It seemed Misha didn’t notice. Or simply ignored it. “Hell, man, I’m worried about you!”
“You don’t need to…”
“I DO!” Misha cried. “Everything you told me about shapeshifters can be true or not, I don’t know. I’m waiting for a proof, but the only thing I can see is an overgrown and overly intelligent wolf, that’s all.”
“Jared’s not a wolf!” Jensen yelled, outraged and frustrated. So Misha really didn’t believe him. He really was just looking for proof that Jensen was out of his mind before he tried to drag him to a shrink.
The dark, throaty growl that sounded made both of them stiffen. Jared was standing on the couch, his eyes fixed on Misha and his stance was talking that this time Misha was not getting away so easily.
Jensen turned to the wolf, wide-eyed. “Jared… no…” he said, but he already knew it was futile…
***
Jared hated when the guy was being disrespectful to Jensen. Jared had patience with him only because the guy was important to Jensen… but someone should finally show him where his place was.
He stood up on the couch, lifting his head high and sticking out his chest, which made him look even bigger, and growled menacingly. Both men looked at him with fear in their eyes. As for the guy’s part, it pleased Jared. As for Jensen… not so much.
“Jared… no…” Jensen said, and it sounded like a plea.
All right. Maybe Jared was a bit unfair. He was a wolf and the guy… he was just human. He had no fangs, no claws… he had practically nothing.
Jared looked at Jensen and touched his cheek with his nose, letting him know he understood. Jensen didn’t seem to be less tense. Jared whined and let the wave of pain wash over him before he hugged Jensen shortly.
“Holy shit…” the guy breathed out and stepped backwards. Jared glared at him again. He let go of Jensen, and lifting his head high again, he started walking to the guy.
“JARED!” Jensen yelled angrily and folded his arms around Jared’s waist in order to stop him. “Cut it out, you moron! This is NOT your pack!”
Jared frowned.
“What’s going on, Jen?” the other guy asked, and his voice sounded unsure. Good.
“He has this stupid idea…”
Jared made a step forward, expecting Jensen to let him go, but the man even tightened the grip around his waist.
“Jared! Stop!”
Jared hesitated, boring his eyes into the other guy. No… this had to end. The guy needed to know how far he could and couldn’t go…
Jared growled, turning around in Jensen’s grip, grabbing his collar and pushing him backwards. Jensen’s legs hit the couch. Jared made sure his mate fell down on it softly. Then he growled the warning that Jensen was not allowed to mix into this and straightened up again, turning to the other guy. He needed just three long strides to get to him.
“Jared, stop it!” he heard behind his back.
The guy in front of him made another step back, but it didn’t help him, because Jared was already reaching for him.
“Jay!”
One smooth move and the guy was lying on the floor with Jared straddling him and growling threateningly. No more upsetting Jensen!
“Jensen? Could you call him off?” the guy under him called.
Jared growled even darker. How DARE you address Jensen after you were yelling at him?
Jensen was already by his side.
“Jared, it’s okay. Leave Misha alone. Jay.” He touched Jared’s arm and looked at him pleadingly.
Jared hesitated.
“Jared, let him go.” Jensen slowly curled his fingers around Jared’s wrist. “Come on. You’re scaring him. You’re scaring me.”
Jared whined and looked at the guy under him.
Jensen pulled the werewolf’s hand. “Come on. Leave him alone.”
Jared stood up slowly and backed, still glaring at the guy.
“Misha, stand up slowly,” Jensen said, and he was still watching Jared, gripping his wrist tight.
The guy rose from the floor, watching them. He was frightened and Jared felt a wave of satisfaction. He grinned malevolently. The guy winced.
“Misha, go to the kitchen, please. I have to talk to Jared.”
The guy nodded and disappeared in the other room.
Jared felt a yank at his wrist. Jensen pulled him to the couch and pushed him down not gently at all.
“What the fuck was that supposed to mean, Jared?” he asked angrily, and Jared looked at him with confusion reflecting in his eyes. He whined quietly and leaned his head to the side.
“You scared the crap out of us! You can’t do this! You’re not in your pack. I’m not a member of your pack! Not yet, so stop acting like you were my alpha!”
Jensen was obviously mad and Jared really didn’t get why.
“You scared Misha! You CAN’T do that!” Jensen went on.
Misha? Was that the name of the guy?
“Yes, exactly. That’s Misha and you’re fucking mean to him. I don’t like that, Jared. You either stop it or go.”
The words were dark and menacing, and even though Jared didn’t know their meaning, he still felt the coldness in which they were spoken. He whined and wanted to stand up, but Jensen pushed him back on the couch. Jared didn’t like it. He didn’t like being at the lower eyelevel. Jensen was standing in front of him, fuming and keeping his distance. Jared whined again.
“Your fault,” Jensen said angrily. “Stay here,” he said and walked into his bedroom. Jared was looking after him for a moment, but then he stood up and followed him. Jensen rolled his eyes when Jared entered the room.
“Here, get dressed.” He handed Jared some clothes. “I bought them for you. I hope the sweatpants are long enough.”
Jared looked at the bundle in his hands and sniffed at it. It didn’t smell like Jensen. He frowned.
Jensen glared. “Get dressed,” he commanded.
Jared hesitated.
“Jared. Put it on.”
Jared pulled on the sweatpants. Jensen nodded contentedly when it turned out they were exactly as long as Jared needed them to be. The soft cotton T-shirt covered his broad chest and Jensen gave a sigh of relief.
“Good. Will you behave now?”
Jared gave Jensen a look of a lost puppy. Jensen blushed and looked away. Jared used the chance and shortened the distance between them. He nuzzled Jensen’s cheek. Jensen sighed and pushed him away gently.
“Let’s go back.”
He led Jared to the couch, making him sit down again.
“Stay here and wait for me. I’ll try to save what I still can,” he said and touched lightly Jared’s shoulder. “Stay.”
Jared gave a loud whine, but Jensen ignored him.
***
Jensen entered the kitchen, finding Misha standing by the window and looking out.
“You have a hell of a boyfriend,” Misha said, his voice low and husky.
“I’m sorry about Jared. He thought it was his responsibility. He thought he was protecting me,” Jensen tried to explain.
Misha shook his head. “Protecting from what?”
Jensen shrugged. “You were shouting.”
Misha huffed and looked out from the window again.
“He didn’t want to hurt you. He only wanted to scare you,” Jensen went on.
Misha scoffed. “He did a good job.”
“I’m sorry.”
Misha sighed and sat down at the table. Jensen didn’t know what to say more. Especially when Jared’s Don’t be mad screamed in his head and two strong arms wrapped around him.
Jensen sighed. “Why can’t you listen to me at least once?” he asked and stroked lightly Jared’s hands. Jared nuzzled his neck.
“Because he’s an alpha?” Misha offered, and Jensen felt the sting of his own words.
Jared kept nuzzling his neck in a placatory gesture, though there was no ‘I’m sorry’ in it. Jared didn’t regret anything, he was sure he did the right thing, and he couldn’t get why Jensen was so mad. He was fighting for him; he wanted to show the guy that he shouldn’t behave so disrespectfully to his chosen mate.
Jensen let his head fall backwards on Jared’s shoulder. Jared whined quietly and pressed Jensen closer.
“You’re a troublemaker, Jay. I should kick your ass. Maybe I will one day, you big-headed alpha…”
Misha chuckled from his seat. “You’re a true romantic, Jensen. Such sweet words would turn on anyone.”
Jensen smiled. “Shut up, Collins. You’re just jealous.”
“Yeah… because jealousy doesn’t start with J, right?” Misha said with sarcasm in his voice.
Jensen lifted his head slowly while Jared’s lips grazed his cheek. He understood that Misha was not going to forget this episode easily
“Sorry.”
Misha shrugged. “I owe you an apology, too.”
Jensen gave him a puzzled look.
“You weren’t kidding when you said he was stunning in his human form.”
Jensen felt a smile spreading on his face. “Aren’t you freaked out?” he asked, half-teasing and half-serious.
“A little,” Misha said with a nod. “But I’m more freaked out because of how strong he is than because of him being a shapeshifter. I was kinda prepared for that.”
“Liar. You didn’t believe me,” Jensen pointed out. Jared meanwhile sniffed at his hair and with his nose pressed to Jensen’s skin he was slowly moving down to his shoulder. Jensen knew what his goal was.
“Sorry?” Misha offered, and a small grin formed on his lips.
Jensen smiled back as Jared bared his shoulder and licked the scar. He shivered. This was surely turning him on.
Misha raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you two want to go into the bedroom?”
“No reason,” Jensen said. “He just likes the spot.”
Jared purred contentedly, licking the scar again. Jensen’s eyes widened. Oh, God…
“Didn’t know you were a PDA person,” Misha teased.
“What PDA? It’s just you,” Jensen said with a grin, but shivered again as Jared delivered a small kiss on his shoulder. “Okay, maybe your idea wasn’t so bad,” he said, and Misha laughed.
“I hoped you’d say that.”
Jensen nodded and freed himself from Jared’s embrace. He grabbed the werewolf’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. He was too occupied with his own growing lust that he didn’t notice the victorious grin on Jared’s face as the wolf-man threw a quick look at Misha.
*
Jensen really wanted to be mad at Jared, but Jared was messing with his feelings so much that any resistance was a futile effort. He couldn’t be mad. He didn’t even want to. What he wanted was feeling Jared’s big hands on his skin and his mouth pressed against Jensen’s. He wanted Jared so badly…
He barely closed the door and he was lost in Jared’s embrace again. His hands were buried in Jared’s brown hair of the color of chestnut, fisting in it, holding tight while he was attacking Jared’s mouth with almost painful need. Jared let him take control for the time being, but Jensen knew that it was not going to last much longer. The needy thrust against his groins told him that he was right. He sighed into Jared’s mouth and returned the thrust impatiently. Jared’s growing excitement was driving him crazy.
“Jay…” he moaned and let his hands slide down to Jared’s perfect, muscular ass. It felt like there was no fat anywhere on Jared’s body, just muscles trained by hunts and fights for dominance.
“I want you, Jared… want you so much,” he whispered and yanked the waistband of the sweatpants. “Off with those.”
He pulled the sweatpants off of Jared’s hips slowly, revealing the beautiful hard-on. Jensen licked his lips lasciviously at the sight and glanced at Jared. Jared’s irises were wide with excitement and his chest heaving swiftly in the rhythm of his breathing. Jensen smiled as he helped Jared out of the sweatpants. He lightly stroked the wolf-man’s swollen manhood. The quiet whimper that escaped Jared’s mouth was the most incredible sound in the whole world.
“Jared,” Jensen whispered again and nibbled Jared’s earlobe. “I love you. Jensen love Jared.”
Jared stiffened. A wave of insecurity and fear hit Jensen.
Shit…
He folded his arms around Jared’s waist, pulling him close.
“Jay, I’m not going anywhere. I came back to be with you,” he said in a soothing tone. Jared was watching him intently, tension still present in his body and mind.
“I’m staying,” Jensen said and kissed Jared once, twice… “I’m yours, remember?” Since he knew the words wouldn’t get to the wolf-man, he relied on the tone of his voice and the kisses he was delivering to Jared’s cheek and neck, but Jared still didn’t react to anything of that.
“Jared,” Jensen whined and was thinking what else he could do to make Jared understand. Maybe… there was something…
He looked into Jared’s eyes dark with fortunately not decreasing excitement, even though it was overshadowed by fear, and he repeated in a firm voice: “Jensen love Jared.” The tension in Jared’s muscles increased, but there was also confusion and anticipation of something he couldn’t identify. Jensen held on that feeling. He pulled the collar of Jared’s T-shirt aside, opening his mouth and biting Jared’s shoulder exactly in the same place where his own skin had been marked.
Jared squeaked, more in surprise than in pain. Jensen put more pressure into the bite. The tense muscle must have hurt a lot, but Jensen couldn’t feel it. He was looking for the familiar coldness under all the feelings milling and mixing within him… and yes, it was there. It wasn’t hard to find it when he knew what he was looking for.
He let go of Jared’s shoulder, letting the thin strand of saliva roll down to the collar bone. The imprint of his teeth was deep, but he still didn’t manage to break the skin. Maybe next time when his teeth would be sharp enough to do the marking properly. For now the forming bruise would have to be enough.
Jensen raised his eyes from the wet spot to meet Jared’s look. Jared’s mouth was half-open and he was breathing quickly. His excitement was reaching high level and his cock, now pressed against Jensen’s hip again, was as hard as a stone.
God, what have I done? Jensen whined mentally, but he couldn’t say he was startled or feeling uncomfortable. He waited for his alpha and mate to take him - what exactly ‘taking him’ meant he wasn’t sure.
Jared grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He was far from being gentle. The excitement was driving him to insanity; the only thing he wanted right now was having his dirty way with Jensen.
Jensen shivered and reached to his jeans to unbutton them, but Jared’s big body landed on him, preventing Jensen from freeing his own hard-on. Jared huffed into Jensen’s ear and licked the way to his favorite scar. His hips were moving in a ferocious rhythm, but barely touching Jensen’s craving cock.
Fuck, this is so wrong, Jensen thought and wriggled, trying to get something from the pleasure, too. Even though the fireworks in Jared’s head were awesome, they weren’t enough for Jensen to drive him to the edge. He needed the good old methods like a handjob or a blowjob to come and Jared was successfully ruining Jensen’s effort to get his hand down and free his erection so that he could stroke himself if Jared was not going to do that for him.
Fuck the alpha thing! Misha was right, he IS selfish.
He frowned and pushed at Jared’s shoulders.
“Stop it!”
Jared growled, but didn’t stop. Jensen pushed more urgently.
“No!”
Jared raised his head from the scar and looked at Jensen, frowning. Jensen returned the frown.
“Get off me, you big animal. What’s up with you?”
Jared leaned his head to the side, giving a quiet quizzical growl.
“I want to get off as well!” Jensen said and pushed Jared again. Jared wasn’t willing to roll away. He growled again.
“Jared,” Jensen addressed him coldly.
Jared glared, but listened this time. Jensen nodded and made him lie down on his back. Jared blinked, surprised, but then he frowned again. He wanted to sit up, but Jensen straddled him and pushed back on the mattress.
“If you can’t behave, we’ll do it my way,” he said and kissed lightly before he ran his fingers over Jared’s cock. Jared gasped and stopped glaring.
Jensen grinned. “See? I can make it good for you even this way.”
He took off his sweatshirt before he helped Jared out from his T-shirt. The wolf-man still wasn’t sure whether he liked the position under the other man or not. It was colliding with his status of an alpha.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “No alpha crap in bed, okay?” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, finally freeing his manhood craving for touch. He gave it several quick pulls and sighed contentedly. Yeah, this was good…
Jared’s eyes were trained on him. Jensen smiled at him as curiosity slipped into his consciousness. He bent down and kissed Jared gently.
“Stay like this,” he whispered and rolled off of Jared in order to get rid of the jeans and boxers. Jared stayed lying, but he didn’t stop watching Jensen curiously. Jensen chuckled and straddled the wolf-man again, pressing cock against cock.
Jared opened his mouth in a silent moan. It still amazed Jensen that despite his arousal Jared kept being so quiet. A werewolf thing? Probably. He smiled and kissed Jared again, this time more greedily, and started moving his hips slowly, rubbing his dick against Jared’s. His hand found its way down and Jensen curled his fingers around their cocks, stroking. He sighed quietly.
The rhythm of Jared’s breathing increased and his hand came up to Jensen’s shoulder, touching it gently. Jensen smiled, bending down and kissing Jared under the chin, moving slowly to the collar bone.
“Jensen love Jared,” he whispered against the heated skin. Jared gave a quiet whimper, tightening the grip on Jensen’s shoulder.
“You are so beautiful,” Jensen said, looking into Jared’s wide eyes dark with excitement.
Jensen took the wolf-man’s other hand and placed it around their joined cocks as well. Jared gave him a questioning look. Jensen smiled at him encouragingly.
“It’s okay. Now slowly.” He led Jared’s hand up and down their lengths in an achingly slow pace. Fortunately Jared got the point quickly. He smiled and grabbed the cocks more firmly, increasing the pace.
Jensen groaned. Yes, this was right: their joined hands on their joined prides. He sighed and bit his lip while adjusting to Jared’s pace turning quick and needy. I’ll need to teach him to be more patient, Jensen thought. But not now. Now’s not the right time.
Jared under him shivered. Jensen knew that he was close, but his own orgasm still needed a bit of good handiwork. He pressed at the base of Jared’s cock, making Jared to give another quiet whimper. He looked at Jensen reproachfully.
Jensen shook his head and smiled. “Not sooner than I.”
He encouraged Jared to more stroking and Jared obeyed gladly. Jensen was checking how far Jared was from reaching climax, and he found out that their mixed feelings of pleasure were definitely turning him on faster than any porn movie he had seen.
He gave a loud moan when he felt Jared reaching the edge and falling over it into the waters of ecstasy. Jared’s body rose from the bed in a graceful arch, the silence in the room was in perfect balance with the screams of pleasure flowing to Jensen’s consciousness. He needed just two or three more strokes to reach heaven… but suddenly Jared’s hand was away and Jensen was lying on his back. He gasped… and screamed in pain as sharp teeth broke the skin on is lower belly. Funnily that was the moment that pushed him right into the embrace of bliss. Jensen cried out loud as a wave of orgasm washed over him as a tidal wave.
He felt a gentle lick on his new wound and then the licks continued to his belly… He was too tired and too happy to try to find out what it meant. He just knew it was Jared doing it with some good intention. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Jared’s tongue working on his body… and it finally dawned on him.
“Jay?”
Jared pulled up and kissed Jensen fondly. Jensen could feel his own taste. Cleaning time… yes, of course… He sighed and ran his fingers through Jared’s hair.
“I’m not gonna lick the come from your body, dude, I’m just warning you,” he said as he caressed Jared’s cheek, letting his hand slide down slowly to the wolf-man’s neck and then further to his chest. Jared purred quietly, nuzzling Jensen’s face.
Jensen smiled.
“Love you, too. Just stop being an asshole, okay?&rdquo
ared licked Jensen’s ear. Jensen chuckled and pressed Jared into the mattress. This time the wolf-man didn’t complain. Jensen kissed him gently and then reached for one of the shirts lying on the ground. He found out it was Jared’s T-shirt and he shrugged. He’d give him a clean one later. He started wiping the pearly white come from the wolf-man’s skin. The answer was a long but content sigh. Jensen smiled, looking at Jared, who closed his eyes and wasn’t far from falling asleep.
Jensen took a quilt lying aside and he covered Jared with it. The wolf-man purred again with contentment. Jensen slid under the quilt and pressed against the warm body. Jared immediately put his head on Jensen’s shoulder and stretched his arm across his chest, half-blanketing his lover.
Jensen delivered a small kiss on the crown of Jared’s head.
“Sleep,” he whispered into the silence of the room, lightly caressing Jared’s skin.
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