The Devil Don't Live Here: Redux
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and the characters portrayed within (while bearing familiar names and likenesses) are also completely fictional. This is not real and none of it ever happened. Read at your own risk (and only if you are of an age to view explicit material).
Rating: So, So Very Much NC-17
Pairing: J2
Word Count: 6,737
Warnings: Underage sex (sort of, Jensen is 16 which is the age of consent where I live, however there's an age difference in play which makes it kind of a grey area. The original prompt had him 15, but I bumped it up a year for posting here because of the age of consent issue). Religious angst. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics with the possibility of mpreg.
The Prompt: When Jensen turns fifteen he discovers he is an omega. He is part of an uber-religious, very anti-omega (strictly alpha/beta) cult and is kicked out. He's homeless, scared and has no one to turn to. He somehow wanders into Jared's life.
Author's Note: Second Verse, same as the first. A little bit louder and a little bit worse... So after I wrote The Devil Don't Live Here, I got to thinking, what would all of this look like from Jared's point of view? So essentially, this is a retelling from a different character. Some things are (obviously) the same, but I think it's different enough that it stands on it's own. The Devil Don't Live Here can be found here.
“Looks like it might rain today,” Jared’s mother said, leaning forward to look out the window. “Drive carefully, please? I know you have a long drive ahead of you.”
“I’ll be careful, Mom,” Jared said, stuffing another spoonful of fruity pebbles into his mouth. Outside the sun had finally risen, although storm clouds sat menacingly in the sky. “I’ll hit three, maybe four pedestrians, tops.”
His mother suppressed a smile at his sarcasm, obviously not wanting her son to realize that she had a sense of humor. “Do you need gas money? That truck probably eats up gas like crazy. I don’t know why you felt you needed such a big truck.”
Jared looked over at where his dark green Ford F-150 sat parked in the driveway. He felt a flare of pride. That right there was a man’s truck - a truck that would get shit done. He’d opted for the king cab model so he could cart his friends around if needed, or put his groceries on the back seat if it happened to be raining. Jared loved his truck, even if it had his friends calling him up when they were moving from one apartment to the other. That truck was Jared’s status symbol - proof of his big, strong Alpha nature.
Jared’s best friend, Chad, said that the truck was the only proof of Jared’s Alpha nature and that he was a pushover and a big softie. Jared didn’t think he needed to be an asshole or push Betas and Omegas around to prove his manhood. Jared shook himself out of his thoughts and turned to face his mother.
“I’m a big guy,” he grinned at her. “I need a big truck.”
His mother rolled her eyes and Jared tried to scoop up another spoonful of cereal, only to find he’d emptied the bowl. No matter, he could still drink the milk and really, that was the best part. Pink milk? Hell yes.
“Are you done with that?” his mother asked, holding her hand out for the bowl. Jared nodded and handed the bowl over, and his mother laughed and wiped at his upper lip with her thumb.
“Milk mustache, you overgrown baby,” she said, smiling fondly. “I’m not kicking you out, but you said you wanted to get an early start and it’s almost seven. Next time you visit, bring your laundry and we can do it while you’re here.”
“Okay, Mom,” Jared said, walking to the living room and grabbing his bags. Dragging his laundry the entire way across the state seemed wholly unnecessary, but Jared knew that his mother liked it when he did - it made her feel useful. He didn’t like leaving her out here all by herself, in the middle of the woods, but his mother was remarkably self-sufficient.
When Jared was seven, his parents - a rare Omega and Beta couple - had decided to leave the great state of Texas and its close-minded citizens and ended up here, in the middle of nowhere. His father hadn’t lived long after, succumbing to walking pneumonia two winters after the move. Jared missed him, but time had healed the worst of the wound. Sometimes Jared wondered why his mother hadn’t moved into town and found a new mate, but she insisted that Jared’s father had been it for her and she wasn’t interested in finding a new mate.
Outside, it started to rain, drops landing on the window pane and trailing down to the sill. Jared was once more startled from his thoughts by his mother tucking three twenty dollar bills into his pocket.
“Mom, no, I don’t want to take your money,” he protested. All that did was earn him the Stern Mom look his mother was so good at.
“Jared Padalecki, you will not sass your mother and you will take her money, do you understand? It’s what kids do. I’m not old enough to take yours yet, so no complaints.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jared conceded.
The closest city was sixty miles south of where his mother lived with a sprinkling of smaller towns along the way. Jared had decided not to take that route even though it followed the interstate, since that would take him south and then west, adding mileage and time to his trip. Instead, Jared had decided to follow a series of smaller highways and head directly west through the mountains, meeting up with the main highway later. Despite what he’d told his mother earlier gas money was always a blessing.
The rain really started coming down about an hour into his trip, making him sleepy, so Jared cranked the radio. It was playing Britney Spears and since there was no one around to make fun of him for it, he turned it up even louder and bounced along to the beat, singing the words he knew and humming the ones he’d forgotten and not caring all that much whether or not he was on-key.
Perhaps that was why he didn’t see the boy in the road until it was almost too late.
“Holy shit!” Jared cursed, jerking the wheel and swerving around the kid before skidding to a stop on the wet pavement. He sat there blinking for a moment before collecting his wits and storming out of the truck, his adrenaline making him angry.
“What the hell was that?” Jared demanded, stalking towards the teenager. “Are you trying to get killed?”
The boy looked up at him from under dark blonde hair and opened his mouth, but all that came out was some sort of cross between a hiccup and a sob. His eyes were watery and an arresting shade of green, but what stopped Jared in his tracks and caused his anger to dissipate was the amount of pain he saw reflected there.
“Oh my God, you were trying to get killed. How old are you? What’s your name? What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere? Are you hurt?” Jared had a tendency to babble a bit when he was nervous and unsure, and right now he was a little of both. This kid was sixteen, maybe seventeen tops and he was on the road literally in the middle of nowhere. The last town Jared had passed through was about thirty miles back and the next one was at least that far away, if not further.
It took a moment for him to realize the young man hadn’t responded and was just staring at him with those wide, hurt eyes, and Jared melted. He couldn’t just leave this boy here, especially if he was suicidal. He’d give him a ride to somewhere and make sure he wasn’t going to kill himself, maybe find out what was going on with him. Jared wasn’t crossing any state lines, so it wasn’t like he was aiding a runaway - he hoped. Still, just one more look at the boy and Jared made up his mind to help him.
“Geez, you’re soaked to the bone. You look like a drowned rat. Come on, get in my truck and I’ll give you a ride to town. You have somewhere to go?
“N-no,” the boy managed to answer despite his bone-rattling shivers. “Nowhere to go.”
Jared put his hand on the youth’s shoulder and guided him to the truck, helping him into the seat and getting his seat belt buckled. Jared shut the door and hurried to the other side of the truck, climbing into the driver’s seat and quickly changing the radio station, not to mention lowering the volume. Jared was pretty sure that the boy didn’t even notice that the radio had been playing.
“So, do you have a name? I’m Jared.”
The boy had been looking out the window, now he rolled his head over to look at Jared with too-bright eyes.
“J-Jensen,” he answered, his voice wavering. His skin was flushed and he was still shivering. Jared reached over and pressed a palm against the boy’s forehead, trying to see if he was feverish. He did feel a little warm, and then the scent hit him.
It wasn’t a scent Jared had smelled all that often. In fact he’d really only smelled it when his best friend and the only Omega he knew, Chad, was going into heat. It was a spicy, heady scent that seemed to settle into Jared’s very bones and warm his muscles. It made him want to wrap himself in that scent and mark it as his own. He remembered with a wry smile the day he’d gone over to Chad’s apartment when he’d been in heat and gotten the door slammed in his face.
“Oh, hell no,” Chad had said. “Not today, Padalecki. No Alphas allowed! Come back in five days!” Jared had almost been offended until he learned from a mutual friend that Chad’s suppressants had failed that month and he’d been in the throes of heat. Jared liked Chad, but not like that and the last thing he needed to do was knot someone during Heat Madness and end up mated. No thank you.
This boy, however - whether or not he was in heat - was indeed tempting. He was damn pretty, was what he was. Fortunately Jared wasn’t one of those Alphas who took what they wanted based on looks alone. Besides, this boy was obviously traumatized (not to mention underage, hello Jared).
“How old are you, Jensen? I might be wrong, but I think you’re in Heat. Are you an Omega?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jensen snapped, and Jared wondered which of the two should have been obvious, his age or his Omega status - maybe it was both. “I just turned sixteen last month.”
“Where’s your family?”
“Don’t have one. Not anymore.”
Jared felt that answer like cold water splashed on his face. He’d heard of this - of some families who turned out their sons for being Omega, although it was rarer than the Omegas themselves. Jared refrained from commenting though. The first thing he needed to do was warm this kid up before he caught pneumonia, and Jared wasn’t about to let the boy end up like that. He reached into the backseat and procured the thick woolen blanket his mother insisted he carry in the back of his truck in case of emergencies.
One more point for Mom, Jared thought with a small smile. Jensen took the blanket gratefully, and perhaps it was just Jared’s imagination, but Jensen’s eyes looked just a little less haunted for it. Jensen draped the blanket around himself snugly and leaned against the door, his eyes still fixed on Jared.
“Where are you going?” Jensen asked as Jared finally put the truck into gear and started driving.
“Back to the city,” Jared answered. “I have classes on Monday. I was out here visiting my Mom. I can drop you off at the hospital if you’d like. I’m pretty sure they have Social Services there, they can find you a place to stay.” Jared didn’t like the idea of surrendering Jensen to strangers, even if he knew it was a little ridiculous to feel protective of the boy already. After all, it wasn’t like Jared knew Jensen.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Jensen said, letting his head rest against the window. The next thing Jared knew, the Omega was asleep. Jared couldn’t help but steal looks at him as he drove, captivated by the locks of damp hair that stuck to his skin, the unusually strong jaw for such a delicate face and the full, proud lips. Jensen looked innocent - not a day over his sixteen years. The scent of Jensen’s Heat seeped deeper into Jared’s body, causing it to react and he felt the first tendrils of arousal coil in his belly.
Jared stomped that down, hard. Inappropriate feelings were monumentally inappropriate. Jared turned up the music just a little and focused on his driving, humming quietly along with the radio.
He’d almost forgotten he had a passenger until he heard Jensen groan. It was a surprisingly deep vocalization, more like a growl, and dammit if that didn’t shoot straight to Jared’s crotch. He looked over at Jensen.
“Hey, are you okay over there?”
“I-it’s the H-Heat,” Jensen stuttered. “I need - I need - I don’t know what I need. Please make it stop?” Jared saw movement under the blanket, making it fairly obvious what Jensen needed.
“Oh, Jensen, are - are you touching yourself under that blanket? I know it’s gotta suck. I mean, I’ve never been in Heat before but my friend Chad is an Omega and he uses suppressants-“
Jared stopped talking when he noticed the blush staining Jensen’s cheeks. He had an idea that might help the boy and so he pulled over to the side of the road. Jensen fixed wide, scared eyes on him and Jared wanted to kick himself. Jensen probably thought Jared was about to kick him to the curb for what he’d been doing under the blanket.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jared said, hoping to ease Jensen’s mind. “I know the Heat is bad. Actually, I’m a pre-med student and we were studying about Heats in bio. You’re covered by the blanket, why don’t you take care of it? It will make you feel better.”
Jensen shot Jared a suspicious glare, and Jared held both of his hands up in mock surrender. “No funny business, I swear. I’ll just drive and you can pretend I’m not even here. Look.” Here he reached into the back of the truck again and retrieved an empty Burger King bag. He smirked when he remembered his mother fussing at him to clean the cab of his truck. Score one point for Jared, he thought, and made an imaginary tick on his imaginary tally board.
He dug around inside of the bag and handed Jensen a bunch of napkins. “If you need to take the edge off. No judging, no perving on my part. I just want to help, I swear.”
Jensen just nodded and accepted the napkins as Jared pulled back into the flow of traffic. He heard Jensen’s breath catch and hitch and he risked a sideways glance to confirm that yes, the Omega was indeed jerking himself off under the blanket. Jensen’s eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, long and deep and that was it for Jared’s dick, which plumped in his jeans and was suddenly very demanding. Jared did his best to ignore it, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and biting it hard to distract himself.
He passed a sign - five miles to the next rest stop and Jared sped up. Jensen came with a gasp and Jared’s cock was about to unzip his zipper and jack itself off if it didn’t get some attention soon. Jared’s foot was suddenly made of lead and he didn’t care if he was speeding, he just prayed there were no cops laying in wait between him and the rest stop.
“There’s a rest stop just ahead,” Jared said without looking at Jensen. “I’m just going to pull in there and use the bathroom, ok? Hey, maybe they’ll have donuts and coffee? Do you drink coffee? I’ll bring you back something, you’re probably starving.”
As if on cue, Jensen‘s stomach growled loudly. He collapsed further into the seat almost as if he were boneless, and Jared cursed inwardly that Jensen was as attractive as he was. Jared was going to hell, he was pretty sure of that fact, because he wanted nothing more than to pull over to the side of the road and knot the hell out of Jensen - to run his fingers down the cleft of his ass and find out if the rumors about wet Omegas were as true as Jared hoped they were. Jesus. Okay, Jared thought, just one more mile to go.
He saw the rest stop ahead as he rounded a curve in the highway and it looked like salvation. He parked the truck and left the keys with Jensen, hurrying toward the bathroom. He barely made it into a stall before he untucked himself from his jeans and took his cock in hand. His knot had already popped up - a little unusual but nothing to worry about - and he squeezed it with one hand while stroking his length with the other. He couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped his lips and he thanked whatever God looked after horny Alphas that there was no one else in the bathroom with him.
Jared ran his fingers over the slit, gathering pre-come to slick his way and in his mind he had Jensen on his bed, his face pressed into the pillow, chest against the comforter and his ass in the air for Jared’s pleasure. Jared jerked faster now, the one hand that had been squeezing his knot now pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, balancing himself as he brought himself closer and closer to completion with each stroke of his hand. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breath came in small gasping puffs of air. In his mind’s eye he dipped two fingers into Jensen’s entrance, aided only by the boy’s own wetness.
“J-Jared,” imaginary Jensen stuttered, and that was all it took for Jared to come, his cock pulsing as he spilled over his hand and onto the toilet seat. Jared stayed still for a while, still balancing with his one hand against the wall and his spent dick hanging out of his pants. In the way of Alphas, he was still coming and would be for a while, and there was nothing to do but wait. Slowly, so slowly, his breathing returned to normal and Jared used the rest of the toilet paper in the stall (there wasn’t that much left) to clean up and wipe down the toilet seat where he’d missed his mark. Jared made a face and berated himself just a little for not grabbing tissue before he’d handled his business - but to be fair, he’d been in one hell of a hurry.
Finally Jared felt composed enough to leave the stall and came face to face with an older man in a trucker hat with a grizzly looking beard, who stared at Jared with disapproval. He’d obviously just washed his own hands and was standing there drying them with a paper towel.
“Fuckin’ pervert,” the man growled at him, and Jared flushed red. Apparently he’d not been alone in the bathroom as he’d thought.
“What, and you weren’t standing around listening to me? Sounds like you’re the pervert,” Jared goaded, washing his hands thoroughly. The man huffed, indignant, and left the bathroom. Jared rolled his eyes. Judgy McJudgypants could go fuck himself.
After he’d washed his hands to his satisfaction, Jared exited the bathroom and made his way to the small booth that sat just outside the restrooms. The booth was manned by some tired-looking volunteers who sat on stools, reading books and making small talk with the travelers who passed by.
“Slow day, huh?” Jared asked, looking up at the sky. The rain had stopped, for now, but it looked like it would start up again at any minute. The volunteers didn’t say anything but one of them shrugged. Okay, so they weren’t feeling all that friendly. Whatever. “How much for two donuts, a coffee and a cup of that orange juice you have there?”
“We run on donations,” one of the volunteers said. She pointed at a jar on the counter that had a sign attached to it asking for tips. Jared stuffed a five dollar bill into the jar and took what he wanted, heading back to the truck and hoping Jensen was still inside.
Jensen seemed very grateful for the food, eagerly devouring it in minutes.
“Thanks,” Jensen said after he’d eaten. He sounded better, his voice not shaky and he wasn’t nearly as flushed. Jared counted that as a win. “I can’t pay you back, you know. I will someday, though.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jared said with a smile, noticing how Jensen’s gaze lingered on his face. He wondered what Jensen was looking at - maybe he had some frosting from the donut on his chin? God knew it wouldn’t be the first time. Jared surreptitiously ran a hand over his face, hoping to wipe away any food that might be stuck there. Jensen groaned and shut his eyes, pressing himself into the corner formed by the door and the seat of the truck, and promptly fell asleep again. Jared felt that protectiveness rear up again, fierce and undeniable. For now, at least, Jensen was his Omega, and Jared would make sure nothing bad happened to him.
Jensen slept off and on for the rest of the drive, and every time he awoke with his hand on his dick and Jared handing him fresh napkins with which to catch his release. Jared wasn’t sure he was going to make it home in one piece or with his sanity intact. How could a sixteen year old boy be this damn hot? It wasn’t fair and Jared was sure the universe was out to get him.
“J-Jared,” Jensen moaned as he came yet again and Jared was just about sure that was going to be the end of him. It was so much like his fantasy and yet so real Jared wouldn’t be surprised if his knot popped up again.
“Yeah, Jensen?” Jared’s voice sounded a little strangled to his own ears, and he hoped he sounded calmer than he felt.
“I can’t go to Social Services like this,” Jensen said finally. “Is - is there any way I could stay with you until my Heat is over? I promise I won’t get in your way, and - and you can fuck me, if you want.”
Jared’s eyes widened and he risked a glance at Jensen, sitting small and scared in the passenger seat.
Jail bait, jail bait, jail bait, Jared’s mind chanted as if it were a mantra. This gorgeous boy had just offered to let Jared fuck him, and God damn him for it, but Jared wanted to. He wanted Jensen on his hands and knees underneath him - wanted to blanket Jensen’s body with his larger one while his cock fucked in and out of the Omega. Jared needed to think of the un-sexiest thing he could think of, stat. He reached deep into the most disturbing images of his life and came up with his grandmother removing her false teeth after thanksgiving dinner. His stomach turned a bit, his arousal most definitely dampened.
“Jensen, you’re sixteen. Even if I wanted to, I can’t fuck you. It’s against the law.”
“But I - I can’t go to-“
“No, I know you can’t. Look, I’ll take you back to my place, okay? We have maybe a half hour, unless traffic sucks.”
Traffic always sucked on the western side of the state, but before too long Jared was escorting Jensen into his small, stale-smelling apartment. Jensen was looking around at everything and Jared just knew that he must be feeling overwhelmed.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Jared offered, and Jensen nodded. Jared led him to the bathroom, leaving him to shower. Jared waited until he heard the water running before sneaking back into the bathroom and laying out some clothes for Jensen. They’d be too big for him, but they were sweats and a sweatshirt and so would be comfortable.
On a whim, he called his older brother (the doctor) and got some information about Omega Heats, playing it off like he was studying for his biology exam. After, Jared walked out to his kitchen and set about making some lunch, wondering what he was going to do with this Omega for the next few days. Jensen had been right of course. It would be cruel of Jared to turn him over to Social Services in the middle of his heat. God only knew what would happen to him, and Jared’s mind dredged up every worst case scenario it could think of.
Finally he heard Jensen come out of the bedroom, where he sat down at the dining room table and rested his chin on one hand.
“How are you feeling?” Jared asked, flipping over the grilled cheese sandwich. A gourmet cook Jared was not, but it still sizzled as the buttered bread reacted with the hot frying pan. Jensen didn’t respond, just kind of stared at Jared with this glassy-eyed look that made Jared a little nervous.
“Hey, are you okay? You didn’t answer me?” Jared moved to lean over Jensen, their faces close together.
“What - what was the question?” Jensen asked, sounding adorably confused. Yeah, Jensen had spaced alright.
“I asked how you were feeling,” Jared answered, a small smile on his lips. “Hey, my older brother is a doctor, so I called him up and asked if you could take suppressants. Bad news is that it’s too late for this go-round, but I can definitely hook you up for next time if you wa-“
Jensen had gone glassy eyed again, so when he stood up like his ass was on fire, tipping over the chair he’d been sitting on, it startled the crap out of Jared. The next thing Jared knew, Jensen was pressed up against his chest, and Jared couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Jensen’s smaller body and inhale that wonderful scent.
“Kiss me,” Jensen said, and that was all the invitation Jared needed before he claimed Jensen’s mouth with his own. He licked along the seam of Jensen’s lips and Jensen opened for him with a moan. Jared’s hands trailed down Jensen’s back, over his hips to grab twin handfuls of Jensen’s ass and pull him closer still. Impulsively, Jared lifted Jensen up and set him on the counter, and Jensen spread his legs, allowing Jared to press close between them, bringing them groin to groin even as Jared devoured Jensen’s mouth. Jared could feel the hard press of Jensen’s cock against his own demin-covered erection, and he rolled his hips, causing them both to gasp.
“Please,” Jensen was chanting in between their fevered kisses. “Please.”
After what felt like forever, Jared pulled away with a groan. He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, and Jensen lifted his own hand, almost as if he wanted to touch.
“Jensen, I - I can’t. I’m so sorry baby, I wish I could. I can help you out though.” Jared pulled away fully, despite the protestations of his libido. And had he called Jensen baby? He hoped it didn’t offend him.
“Wait,” Jensen panted out, his hands reaching out and trailing over Jared’s chest. “Please, don’t go.”
“I’ll be back in ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe it would help if you lay down?”
Jensen nodded and Jared watched him until he was in the bedroom before grabbing his keys and returning to his truck. He still had the money from his mother tucked into his pocket, and while it was no longer earmarked for gas money, it was definitely for a good cause even if it was one she probably wouldn’t approve of. Jared drove the five minutes to his favorite porn store and hurried inside.
“Jared!” the girl behind the counter grinned up at him in a way that always made Jared a little uncomfortable. Her smile always seemed just a little sinister and always a little too eager to help. “Been a long time, man, what are you looking for today?”
Jared turned red, unsure of how to ask for something when he didn’t even know what it was he needed.
“Okay, so my sixteen-year old cousin is an Omega and just went into his first heat, and he needs something - I don’t know what - to keep him out of trouble.”
“Bummer,” the girl said with a smirk. “And you got stuck with toy duty.” She laughed. Come on, I have just the thing.”
Jared sat in his truck, his purchase on the seat next to him while he seriously considered never coming back to this store again. Oh, who was he kidding, he totally would. Damn them for being affordable. He started the engine and drove home, not wanting to leave Jensen to suffer any longer than necessary. He reddened a little when he thought about the toy he’d just bought - a long silicone dildo with an inflatable knot. Granted, you had to inflate the knot using the small pump attached to it, but the fancy ones that had the same feature using only a button to inflate the knot were out of Jared’s price range. He hoped Jensen liked it. It wasn’t as if Jared could return it.
Jared entered his apartment to a burnt grilled cheese sandwich which was about two seconds from setting off his smoke detector. He quickly turned off the burner on his stove and thanked God that it hadn’t spontaneously combusted. Leaving the smoking charcoal briquette in the frying pan, he walked back to the bedroom. He opened the door, only to see Jensen laying his bed, stroking himself under the covers.
Jail bait, jail bait, jail bait, he reminded himself. Out loud, he said, “I bought you something to help. Here.”
Jared dropped the bag on the bed and practically ran out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and retreating back to the kitchen. With a sigh, he scraped the failed sandwich into the trash can and grabbed the loaf of bread to try again when he heard Jensen walk into the room. Jared turned around, a smile on his face that froze when he realized that Jensen was completely naked and holding the toy in his right hand.
Jared allowed his eyes to rake over Jensen’s frame, taking in the admittedly beautiful sight. Jensen was flushed and the red tones spilled down his neck to stain his chest. He was lightly muscled, moreso than Jared would have guessed, and his cock was bigger too, standing at attention with its own smaller-than-an-alpha’s knot swelling gently at the base. God, but Jared just about went to his knees right then to take that beautiful appendage into his mouth, to suck on it until Jensen screamed out his release while Jared let his fingers explore Jensen’s other secret places. God, someone up there really wanted Jared in jail. Or mated to a teenager - possibly both.
“I- I don’t know how to use this,” Jensen admitted, staring at the floor and holding out the toy as if it were about to bite. “I was hoping you could - hoping you would - could you help me? I’ve never-“
“Oh Jesus,” Jared breathed, unable to stop himself. “The prettiest Goddamn Omega literally stumbles in front of me and he’s a virgin? I’m going to hell, but yeah, I’ll help you, Jensen.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you do this. You don’t have to. The pastor - I made him, too. I’m sorry.”
Jensen turned on his heel and hurried back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving a confused Jared standing in the kitchen. A sinking feeling settled in Jared’s stomach and he followed the Omega back to the bedroom, opening the door and peering inside. There wasn’t any delicate way to ask, but Jared had to know if Jensen had been violated. If he had, Jared wasn’t sure he’d be above driving back across the state to rip someone’s throat out.
“Hey, Jensen, did your pastor do anything to you against your will? Is that why you left?”
Jensen turned to face Jared, who left the door open as he moved into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed next to Jensen.
“No, nothing like that,” Jensen said in a soft voice. Jared reached out a hand and ran it gently down Jensen’s back. It was meant to be a comforting touch, but Jensen squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, long and deep. Jared jerked his hand away, apologizing.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Jensen said. He blinked slowly as if his reaction had surprised himself just as much as it had Jared. “Felt good. More, please. You make it better.”
Jared exhaled a long breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Jensen looked so vulnerable, laying there on the bed naked while Jared was fully clothed. Jared didn’t want to hurt him. Jensen rolled onto his back, exposing his full nudity to Jared once again.
“You’re so damn pretty, Jensen,” Jared murmured as his lips touched Jensen’s, and then kissed him. It was a slow, lazy kiss that quickly turned feral when Jared reached down to grasp Jensen’s cock, stroking up and down gently. Jensen gasped and thrust his hips up, completely undone. Jared felt Jensen shudder as he spilled, the come just dribbling out now after so many orgasms in one day.
“P-please,” Jensen whimpered. Jared gave a small chuckle and let his fingers slide back behind his balls, letting the tips of his fingers dance over the wet, furled opening he found there. His Omega was wet, so wet for him and Jared wanted to bury his face there and eat him out like a dessert, like he was candy. Jared couldn’t stop words from bubbling out of his mouth like he was in a bad porno.
“Don’t even need to get you wet for me, do I, Jensen? You’re just begging to be filled. Want to take a knot, don’t you? I bet you’re desperate for it. Bet you’d let any Alpha fuck you right about now, wouldn’t you? God, I can just picture you, ass up and face down on the sidewalk outside, taking all comers. Would you do that?”
Jensen moaned at that and his hips stuttered a little at the suggestion, but then he grabbed Jared’s shirt in his hands and held tight.
“No, no,” he insisted. “Only - only you; I’d only let you knot me, Jared. Please. Please do it.”
All of Jared’s brain cells misfired at the confession and he almost did exactly what Jensen asked, stilling himself at the last second and reminding himself that this was about taking care of Jensen, not slaking his own desires. Jared slipped one finger into the tight muscle of Jensen’s ass, inching it in slowly. Jensen’s mouth fell open and he opened his legs further, unashamedly wanton. Jared knew right then that he’d never get enough of this boy.
“More,” Jensen demanded. “More, Jared, please.”
Jared slipped a second finger in, Jensen’s muscles fluttering against the intrusion but not fighting it, and Jared grinned as his fingers writhed inside the boy, searching for and finding that certain spot, and yes, there it was.
“You’re taking this so easy,” Jared murmured against the flushed skin of Jensen’s neck, teasing. “You sure you’re a virgin?”
Jensen turned his head and bit Jared’s arm - hard. Jared had obviously offended the boy.
“Ow!” Jared cried out in surprise and pain, but then laughed. “Okay, okay, I believe you.”
“Jared, please, if you’re not going to knot me, will you please - will you please use the t-toy?”
“Yes, of course I will, baby,” Jared said, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Jensen, who whimpered in protest when Jared left him empty. Jared took the toy and looked from it to Jensen and back again.
“Hold on,” Jared said. “I know you’re wet, but I want to make sure this doesn’t hurt you. You’re kind of, well, small.”
“Hurry,” Jensen managed, squirming on the bed as Jared reached over to his nightstand and retrieved his bottle of lube, applying it liberally to the toy until it glistened with it. Then he lay down next to Jensen again, nudging his legs apart. Jared carefully positioned the toy at Jensen’s entrance before sliding it easily in.
Jensen howled as the toy entered him and his hips left the bed, his back arching beautifully as his cock sprang back to fullness again. Jared felt his own cock complain quite loudly about being restrained. Jared grit his teeth and ignored it, moving to kneel between Jensen’s spread legs so he could better fuck him with the toy.
Unintelligible words spilled from Jensen’s lips with each thrust in and drag out, and Jared made sure to hit Jensen’s prostate with each thrust. Jensen moved his hips in time with the rhythm set until he shouted and came, hard enough this time that he shot ropes of come all the way onto his face. Jared grasped the small pump and pumped it three times, effectively knotting Jensen. The air would slowly seep out over the next few minutes or so, simulating a real, if short, knotting session.
Jensen lay on the bed, arms and legs akimbo and looking beautifully fucked out. He blinked slowly and breathed deeply, and Jared watched as coherency returned. Jared ran a finger down the smooth skin of Jensen’s thigh.
“Hey, you still with me?”
Jensen didn’t hear him, or at least didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he made a frantic grab for the comforter, covering himself up and turning his face away from Jared. His eyes squeezed shut and Jared was appalled to see tears slip out. Guilt and shame filled Jared then. What had he done?
“Hey, Jensen, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh God, are you okay?” Jared was near-panicked, and still Jensen didn’t respond.
“Lord bless the Alphas,” Jensen began to chant. “They protect your family on Earth, Oh Lord. Lord bless the Betas, the women who nurture and raise the children in your divine law and light, and curse the Omegas, those wretched few who have fallen from your favor and further the will of the Devil, Oh L-“
“Hey, Jensen, no,” Jared breathed, leaning over Jensen and hoping he’d get through Jensen’s freak out. Suddenly everything made sense - Jensen not having a family anymore and appearing in the middle of nowhere. “You’re from that Alpha/Beta cult, aren’t you? The Church of the One Way Street or something like that.”
Jensen opened one eye and stopped praying.
“Church of the One Way Street?”
Jared was pleased to see the corner of Jensen’s mouth curl up in a slight smile. “Really? No, you dolt, it’s The Church of the One True Way, and yes - I am, actually. They kicked me out when they realized I was Omega and - and maybe they were right to do so. I’m so sorry, Jared.” Jensen pushed himself into a sitting position, gasping as it jostled the toy inside of him. He scooted backwards until his back was resting against the headboard.
“What on Earth are you sorry for, Jensen?” Jared wanted to know.
“For making you do this; for making you help me.”
“Jensen,” Jared sighed. “You didn’t make me do anything. Believe it or not, I’m still in control of my actions. If I weren’t, I’d have pulled my truck over when you started touching yourself and put my mouth on your cock until you gave me something to swallow.” Well, Jared thought, that’s the least I would have done.
Jensen’s eyes widened. “You’d- you’d want to do that?”
“Jensen,” Jared said, looking serious. “I’ll do whatever you want me do except knot you - I can’t - I can’t claim a sixteen year old as my mate. Do you know what the state would do to me? I could end up in jail and you’d end up in Social Services.”
“I- I don’t want to go to Social Services,” Jensen admitted, and once more Jared pulled him close into the circle of his arms.
“You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to, Jen,” Jared said, and meant it.
“I want to stay with you,” Jensen said, burying his face in Jared’s neck. “Can I? Can I stay with you?”
“Of course you can,” Jared said, tightening his grip as if he’d already claimed Jensen as his own. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”
It was a foolish promise to make, perhaps, what with Jared being a college student and Jensen being only sixteen, but Jared was sure they could find some way to make it work. As far as he was concerned, Jensen was his Omega, whether or not he’d officially claimed him or not, and Jared would protect him to his dying breath. He’d prove himself a proper Alpha yet, and perhaps, just perhaps, they’d live happily ever after.
END
Rating: So, So Very Much NC-17
Pairing: J2
Word Count: 6,737
Warnings: Underage sex (sort of, Jensen is 16 which is the age of consent where I live, however there's an age difference in play which makes it kind of a grey area. The original prompt had him 15, but I bumped it up a year for posting here because of the age of consent issue). Religious angst. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics with the possibility of mpreg.
The Prompt: When Jensen turns fifteen he discovers he is an omega. He is part of an uber-religious, very anti-omega (strictly alpha/beta) cult and is kicked out. He's homeless, scared and has no one to turn to. He somehow wanders into Jared's life.
Author's Note: Second Verse, same as the first. A little bit louder and a little bit worse... So after I wrote The Devil Don't Live Here, I got to thinking, what would all of this look like from Jared's point of view? So essentially, this is a retelling from a different character. Some things are (obviously) the same, but I think it's different enough that it stands on it's own. The Devil Don't Live Here can be found here.
“Looks like it might rain today,” Jared’s mother said, leaning forward to look out the window. “Drive carefully, please? I know you have a long drive ahead of you.”
“I’ll be careful, Mom,” Jared said, stuffing another spoonful of fruity pebbles into his mouth. Outside the sun had finally risen, although storm clouds sat menacingly in the sky. “I’ll hit three, maybe four pedestrians, tops.”
His mother suppressed a smile at his sarcasm, obviously not wanting her son to realize that she had a sense of humor. “Do you need gas money? That truck probably eats up gas like crazy. I don’t know why you felt you needed such a big truck.”
Jared looked over at where his dark green Ford F-150 sat parked in the driveway. He felt a flare of pride. That right there was a man’s truck - a truck that would get shit done. He’d opted for the king cab model so he could cart his friends around if needed, or put his groceries on the back seat if it happened to be raining. Jared loved his truck, even if it had his friends calling him up when they were moving from one apartment to the other. That truck was Jared’s status symbol - proof of his big, strong Alpha nature.
Jared’s best friend, Chad, said that the truck was the only proof of Jared’s Alpha nature and that he was a pushover and a big softie. Jared didn’t think he needed to be an asshole or push Betas and Omegas around to prove his manhood. Jared shook himself out of his thoughts and turned to face his mother.
“I’m a big guy,” he grinned at her. “I need a big truck.”
His mother rolled her eyes and Jared tried to scoop up another spoonful of cereal, only to find he’d emptied the bowl. No matter, he could still drink the milk and really, that was the best part. Pink milk? Hell yes.
“Are you done with that?” his mother asked, holding her hand out for the bowl. Jared nodded and handed the bowl over, and his mother laughed and wiped at his upper lip with her thumb.
“Milk mustache, you overgrown baby,” she said, smiling fondly. “I’m not kicking you out, but you said you wanted to get an early start and it’s almost seven. Next time you visit, bring your laundry and we can do it while you’re here.”
“Okay, Mom,” Jared said, walking to the living room and grabbing his bags. Dragging his laundry the entire way across the state seemed wholly unnecessary, but Jared knew that his mother liked it when he did - it made her feel useful. He didn’t like leaving her out here all by herself, in the middle of the woods, but his mother was remarkably self-sufficient.
When Jared was seven, his parents - a rare Omega and Beta couple - had decided to leave the great state of Texas and its close-minded citizens and ended up here, in the middle of nowhere. His father hadn’t lived long after, succumbing to walking pneumonia two winters after the move. Jared missed him, but time had healed the worst of the wound. Sometimes Jared wondered why his mother hadn’t moved into town and found a new mate, but she insisted that Jared’s father had been it for her and she wasn’t interested in finding a new mate.
Outside, it started to rain, drops landing on the window pane and trailing down to the sill. Jared was once more startled from his thoughts by his mother tucking three twenty dollar bills into his pocket.
“Mom, no, I don’t want to take your money,” he protested. All that did was earn him the Stern Mom look his mother was so good at.
“Jared Padalecki, you will not sass your mother and you will take her money, do you understand? It’s what kids do. I’m not old enough to take yours yet, so no complaints.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jared conceded.
The closest city was sixty miles south of where his mother lived with a sprinkling of smaller towns along the way. Jared had decided not to take that route even though it followed the interstate, since that would take him south and then west, adding mileage and time to his trip. Instead, Jared had decided to follow a series of smaller highways and head directly west through the mountains, meeting up with the main highway later. Despite what he’d told his mother earlier gas money was always a blessing.
The rain really started coming down about an hour into his trip, making him sleepy, so Jared cranked the radio. It was playing Britney Spears and since there was no one around to make fun of him for it, he turned it up even louder and bounced along to the beat, singing the words he knew and humming the ones he’d forgotten and not caring all that much whether or not he was on-key.
Perhaps that was why he didn’t see the boy in the road until it was almost too late.
“Holy shit!” Jared cursed, jerking the wheel and swerving around the kid before skidding to a stop on the wet pavement. He sat there blinking for a moment before collecting his wits and storming out of the truck, his adrenaline making him angry.
“What the hell was that?” Jared demanded, stalking towards the teenager. “Are you trying to get killed?”
The boy looked up at him from under dark blonde hair and opened his mouth, but all that came out was some sort of cross between a hiccup and a sob. His eyes were watery and an arresting shade of green, but what stopped Jared in his tracks and caused his anger to dissipate was the amount of pain he saw reflected there.
“Oh my God, you were trying to get killed. How old are you? What’s your name? What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere? Are you hurt?” Jared had a tendency to babble a bit when he was nervous and unsure, and right now he was a little of both. This kid was sixteen, maybe seventeen tops and he was on the road literally in the middle of nowhere. The last town Jared had passed through was about thirty miles back and the next one was at least that far away, if not further.
It took a moment for him to realize the young man hadn’t responded and was just staring at him with those wide, hurt eyes, and Jared melted. He couldn’t just leave this boy here, especially if he was suicidal. He’d give him a ride to somewhere and make sure he wasn’t going to kill himself, maybe find out what was going on with him. Jared wasn’t crossing any state lines, so it wasn’t like he was aiding a runaway - he hoped. Still, just one more look at the boy and Jared made up his mind to help him.
“Geez, you’re soaked to the bone. You look like a drowned rat. Come on, get in my truck and I’ll give you a ride to town. You have somewhere to go?
“N-no,” the boy managed to answer despite his bone-rattling shivers. “Nowhere to go.”
Jared put his hand on the youth’s shoulder and guided him to the truck, helping him into the seat and getting his seat belt buckled. Jared shut the door and hurried to the other side of the truck, climbing into the driver’s seat and quickly changing the radio station, not to mention lowering the volume. Jared was pretty sure that the boy didn’t even notice that the radio had been playing.
“So, do you have a name? I’m Jared.”
The boy had been looking out the window, now he rolled his head over to look at Jared with too-bright eyes.
“J-Jensen,” he answered, his voice wavering. His skin was flushed and he was still shivering. Jared reached over and pressed a palm against the boy’s forehead, trying to see if he was feverish. He did feel a little warm, and then the scent hit him.
It wasn’t a scent Jared had smelled all that often. In fact he’d really only smelled it when his best friend and the only Omega he knew, Chad, was going into heat. It was a spicy, heady scent that seemed to settle into Jared’s very bones and warm his muscles. It made him want to wrap himself in that scent and mark it as his own. He remembered with a wry smile the day he’d gone over to Chad’s apartment when he’d been in heat and gotten the door slammed in his face.
“Oh, hell no,” Chad had said. “Not today, Padalecki. No Alphas allowed! Come back in five days!” Jared had almost been offended until he learned from a mutual friend that Chad’s suppressants had failed that month and he’d been in the throes of heat. Jared liked Chad, but not like that and the last thing he needed to do was knot someone during Heat Madness and end up mated. No thank you.
This boy, however - whether or not he was in heat - was indeed tempting. He was damn pretty, was what he was. Fortunately Jared wasn’t one of those Alphas who took what they wanted based on looks alone. Besides, this boy was obviously traumatized (not to mention underage, hello Jared).
“How old are you, Jensen? I might be wrong, but I think you’re in Heat. Are you an Omega?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jensen snapped, and Jared wondered which of the two should have been obvious, his age or his Omega status - maybe it was both. “I just turned sixteen last month.”
“Where’s your family?”
“Don’t have one. Not anymore.”
Jared felt that answer like cold water splashed on his face. He’d heard of this - of some families who turned out their sons for being Omega, although it was rarer than the Omegas themselves. Jared refrained from commenting though. The first thing he needed to do was warm this kid up before he caught pneumonia, and Jared wasn’t about to let the boy end up like that. He reached into the backseat and procured the thick woolen blanket his mother insisted he carry in the back of his truck in case of emergencies.
One more point for Mom, Jared thought with a small smile. Jensen took the blanket gratefully, and perhaps it was just Jared’s imagination, but Jensen’s eyes looked just a little less haunted for it. Jensen draped the blanket around himself snugly and leaned against the door, his eyes still fixed on Jared.
“Where are you going?” Jensen asked as Jared finally put the truck into gear and started driving.
“Back to the city,” Jared answered. “I have classes on Monday. I was out here visiting my Mom. I can drop you off at the hospital if you’d like. I’m pretty sure they have Social Services there, they can find you a place to stay.” Jared didn’t like the idea of surrendering Jensen to strangers, even if he knew it was a little ridiculous to feel protective of the boy already. After all, it wasn’t like Jared knew Jensen.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Jensen said, letting his head rest against the window. The next thing Jared knew, the Omega was asleep. Jared couldn’t help but steal looks at him as he drove, captivated by the locks of damp hair that stuck to his skin, the unusually strong jaw for such a delicate face and the full, proud lips. Jensen looked innocent - not a day over his sixteen years. The scent of Jensen’s Heat seeped deeper into Jared’s body, causing it to react and he felt the first tendrils of arousal coil in his belly.
Jared stomped that down, hard. Inappropriate feelings were monumentally inappropriate. Jared turned up the music just a little and focused on his driving, humming quietly along with the radio.
He’d almost forgotten he had a passenger until he heard Jensen groan. It was a surprisingly deep vocalization, more like a growl, and dammit if that didn’t shoot straight to Jared’s crotch. He looked over at Jensen.
“Hey, are you okay over there?”
“I-it’s the H-Heat,” Jensen stuttered. “I need - I need - I don’t know what I need. Please make it stop?” Jared saw movement under the blanket, making it fairly obvious what Jensen needed.
“Oh, Jensen, are - are you touching yourself under that blanket? I know it’s gotta suck. I mean, I’ve never been in Heat before but my friend Chad is an Omega and he uses suppressants-“
Jared stopped talking when he noticed the blush staining Jensen’s cheeks. He had an idea that might help the boy and so he pulled over to the side of the road. Jensen fixed wide, scared eyes on him and Jared wanted to kick himself. Jensen probably thought Jared was about to kick him to the curb for what he’d been doing under the blanket.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jared said, hoping to ease Jensen’s mind. “I know the Heat is bad. Actually, I’m a pre-med student and we were studying about Heats in bio. You’re covered by the blanket, why don’t you take care of it? It will make you feel better.”
Jensen shot Jared a suspicious glare, and Jared held both of his hands up in mock surrender. “No funny business, I swear. I’ll just drive and you can pretend I’m not even here. Look.” Here he reached into the back of the truck again and retrieved an empty Burger King bag. He smirked when he remembered his mother fussing at him to clean the cab of his truck. Score one point for Jared, he thought, and made an imaginary tick on his imaginary tally board.
He dug around inside of the bag and handed Jensen a bunch of napkins. “If you need to take the edge off. No judging, no perving on my part. I just want to help, I swear.”
Jensen just nodded and accepted the napkins as Jared pulled back into the flow of traffic. He heard Jensen’s breath catch and hitch and he risked a sideways glance to confirm that yes, the Omega was indeed jerking himself off under the blanket. Jensen’s eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, long and deep and that was it for Jared’s dick, which plumped in his jeans and was suddenly very demanding. Jared did his best to ignore it, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and biting it hard to distract himself.
He passed a sign - five miles to the next rest stop and Jared sped up. Jensen came with a gasp and Jared’s cock was about to unzip his zipper and jack itself off if it didn’t get some attention soon. Jared’s foot was suddenly made of lead and he didn’t care if he was speeding, he just prayed there were no cops laying in wait between him and the rest stop.
“There’s a rest stop just ahead,” Jared said without looking at Jensen. “I’m just going to pull in there and use the bathroom, ok? Hey, maybe they’ll have donuts and coffee? Do you drink coffee? I’ll bring you back something, you’re probably starving.”
As if on cue, Jensen‘s stomach growled loudly. He collapsed further into the seat almost as if he were boneless, and Jared cursed inwardly that Jensen was as attractive as he was. Jared was going to hell, he was pretty sure of that fact, because he wanted nothing more than to pull over to the side of the road and knot the hell out of Jensen - to run his fingers down the cleft of his ass and find out if the rumors about wet Omegas were as true as Jared hoped they were. Jesus. Okay, Jared thought, just one more mile to go.
He saw the rest stop ahead as he rounded a curve in the highway and it looked like salvation. He parked the truck and left the keys with Jensen, hurrying toward the bathroom. He barely made it into a stall before he untucked himself from his jeans and took his cock in hand. His knot had already popped up - a little unusual but nothing to worry about - and he squeezed it with one hand while stroking his length with the other. He couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped his lips and he thanked whatever God looked after horny Alphas that there was no one else in the bathroom with him.
Jared ran his fingers over the slit, gathering pre-come to slick his way and in his mind he had Jensen on his bed, his face pressed into the pillow, chest against the comforter and his ass in the air for Jared’s pleasure. Jared jerked faster now, the one hand that had been squeezing his knot now pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, balancing himself as he brought himself closer and closer to completion with each stroke of his hand. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breath came in small gasping puffs of air. In his mind’s eye he dipped two fingers into Jensen’s entrance, aided only by the boy’s own wetness.
“J-Jared,” imaginary Jensen stuttered, and that was all it took for Jared to come, his cock pulsing as he spilled over his hand and onto the toilet seat. Jared stayed still for a while, still balancing with his one hand against the wall and his spent dick hanging out of his pants. In the way of Alphas, he was still coming and would be for a while, and there was nothing to do but wait. Slowly, so slowly, his breathing returned to normal and Jared used the rest of the toilet paper in the stall (there wasn’t that much left) to clean up and wipe down the toilet seat where he’d missed his mark. Jared made a face and berated himself just a little for not grabbing tissue before he’d handled his business - but to be fair, he’d been in one hell of a hurry.
Finally Jared felt composed enough to leave the stall and came face to face with an older man in a trucker hat with a grizzly looking beard, who stared at Jared with disapproval. He’d obviously just washed his own hands and was standing there drying them with a paper towel.
“Fuckin’ pervert,” the man growled at him, and Jared flushed red. Apparently he’d not been alone in the bathroom as he’d thought.
“What, and you weren’t standing around listening to me? Sounds like you’re the pervert,” Jared goaded, washing his hands thoroughly. The man huffed, indignant, and left the bathroom. Jared rolled his eyes. Judgy McJudgypants could go fuck himself.
After he’d washed his hands to his satisfaction, Jared exited the bathroom and made his way to the small booth that sat just outside the restrooms. The booth was manned by some tired-looking volunteers who sat on stools, reading books and making small talk with the travelers who passed by.
“Slow day, huh?” Jared asked, looking up at the sky. The rain had stopped, for now, but it looked like it would start up again at any minute. The volunteers didn’t say anything but one of them shrugged. Okay, so they weren’t feeling all that friendly. Whatever. “How much for two donuts, a coffee and a cup of that orange juice you have there?”
“We run on donations,” one of the volunteers said. She pointed at a jar on the counter that had a sign attached to it asking for tips. Jared stuffed a five dollar bill into the jar and took what he wanted, heading back to the truck and hoping Jensen was still inside.
Jensen seemed very grateful for the food, eagerly devouring it in minutes.
“Thanks,” Jensen said after he’d eaten. He sounded better, his voice not shaky and he wasn’t nearly as flushed. Jared counted that as a win. “I can’t pay you back, you know. I will someday, though.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jared said with a smile, noticing how Jensen’s gaze lingered on his face. He wondered what Jensen was looking at - maybe he had some frosting from the donut on his chin? God knew it wouldn’t be the first time. Jared surreptitiously ran a hand over his face, hoping to wipe away any food that might be stuck there. Jensen groaned and shut his eyes, pressing himself into the corner formed by the door and the seat of the truck, and promptly fell asleep again. Jared felt that protectiveness rear up again, fierce and undeniable. For now, at least, Jensen was his Omega, and Jared would make sure nothing bad happened to him.
Jensen slept off and on for the rest of the drive, and every time he awoke with his hand on his dick and Jared handing him fresh napkins with which to catch his release. Jared wasn’t sure he was going to make it home in one piece or with his sanity intact. How could a sixteen year old boy be this damn hot? It wasn’t fair and Jared was sure the universe was out to get him.
“J-Jared,” Jensen moaned as he came yet again and Jared was just about sure that was going to be the end of him. It was so much like his fantasy and yet so real Jared wouldn’t be surprised if his knot popped up again.
“Yeah, Jensen?” Jared’s voice sounded a little strangled to his own ears, and he hoped he sounded calmer than he felt.
“I can’t go to Social Services like this,” Jensen said finally. “Is - is there any way I could stay with you until my Heat is over? I promise I won’t get in your way, and - and you can fuck me, if you want.”
Jared’s eyes widened and he risked a glance at Jensen, sitting small and scared in the passenger seat.
Jail bait, jail bait, jail bait, Jared’s mind chanted as if it were a mantra. This gorgeous boy had just offered to let Jared fuck him, and God damn him for it, but Jared wanted to. He wanted Jensen on his hands and knees underneath him - wanted to blanket Jensen’s body with his larger one while his cock fucked in and out of the Omega. Jared needed to think of the un-sexiest thing he could think of, stat. He reached deep into the most disturbing images of his life and came up with his grandmother removing her false teeth after thanksgiving dinner. His stomach turned a bit, his arousal most definitely dampened.
“Jensen, you’re sixteen. Even if I wanted to, I can’t fuck you. It’s against the law.”
“But I - I can’t go to-“
“No, I know you can’t. Look, I’ll take you back to my place, okay? We have maybe a half hour, unless traffic sucks.”
Traffic always sucked on the western side of the state, but before too long Jared was escorting Jensen into his small, stale-smelling apartment. Jensen was looking around at everything and Jared just knew that he must be feeling overwhelmed.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Jared offered, and Jensen nodded. Jared led him to the bathroom, leaving him to shower. Jared waited until he heard the water running before sneaking back into the bathroom and laying out some clothes for Jensen. They’d be too big for him, but they were sweats and a sweatshirt and so would be comfortable.
On a whim, he called his older brother (the doctor) and got some information about Omega Heats, playing it off like he was studying for his biology exam. After, Jared walked out to his kitchen and set about making some lunch, wondering what he was going to do with this Omega for the next few days. Jensen had been right of course. It would be cruel of Jared to turn him over to Social Services in the middle of his heat. God only knew what would happen to him, and Jared’s mind dredged up every worst case scenario it could think of.
Finally he heard Jensen come out of the bedroom, where he sat down at the dining room table and rested his chin on one hand.
“How are you feeling?” Jared asked, flipping over the grilled cheese sandwich. A gourmet cook Jared was not, but it still sizzled as the buttered bread reacted with the hot frying pan. Jensen didn’t respond, just kind of stared at Jared with this glassy-eyed look that made Jared a little nervous.
“Hey, are you okay? You didn’t answer me?” Jared moved to lean over Jensen, their faces close together.
“What - what was the question?” Jensen asked, sounding adorably confused. Yeah, Jensen had spaced alright.
“I asked how you were feeling,” Jared answered, a small smile on his lips. “Hey, my older brother is a doctor, so I called him up and asked if you could take suppressants. Bad news is that it’s too late for this go-round, but I can definitely hook you up for next time if you wa-“
Jensen had gone glassy eyed again, so when he stood up like his ass was on fire, tipping over the chair he’d been sitting on, it startled the crap out of Jared. The next thing Jared knew, Jensen was pressed up against his chest, and Jared couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Jensen’s smaller body and inhale that wonderful scent.
“Kiss me,” Jensen said, and that was all the invitation Jared needed before he claimed Jensen’s mouth with his own. He licked along the seam of Jensen’s lips and Jensen opened for him with a moan. Jared’s hands trailed down Jensen’s back, over his hips to grab twin handfuls of Jensen’s ass and pull him closer still. Impulsively, Jared lifted Jensen up and set him on the counter, and Jensen spread his legs, allowing Jared to press close between them, bringing them groin to groin even as Jared devoured Jensen’s mouth. Jared could feel the hard press of Jensen’s cock against his own demin-covered erection, and he rolled his hips, causing them both to gasp.
“Please,” Jensen was chanting in between their fevered kisses. “Please.”
After what felt like forever, Jared pulled away with a groan. He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, and Jensen lifted his own hand, almost as if he wanted to touch.
“Jensen, I - I can’t. I’m so sorry baby, I wish I could. I can help you out though.” Jared pulled away fully, despite the protestations of his libido. And had he called Jensen baby? He hoped it didn’t offend him.
“Wait,” Jensen panted out, his hands reaching out and trailing over Jared’s chest. “Please, don’t go.”
“I’ll be back in ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe it would help if you lay down?”
Jensen nodded and Jared watched him until he was in the bedroom before grabbing his keys and returning to his truck. He still had the money from his mother tucked into his pocket, and while it was no longer earmarked for gas money, it was definitely for a good cause even if it was one she probably wouldn’t approve of. Jared drove the five minutes to his favorite porn store and hurried inside.
“Jared!” the girl behind the counter grinned up at him in a way that always made Jared a little uncomfortable. Her smile always seemed just a little sinister and always a little too eager to help. “Been a long time, man, what are you looking for today?”
Jared turned red, unsure of how to ask for something when he didn’t even know what it was he needed.
“Okay, so my sixteen-year old cousin is an Omega and just went into his first heat, and he needs something - I don’t know what - to keep him out of trouble.”
“Bummer,” the girl said with a smirk. “And you got stuck with toy duty.” She laughed. Come on, I have just the thing.”
Jared sat in his truck, his purchase on the seat next to him while he seriously considered never coming back to this store again. Oh, who was he kidding, he totally would. Damn them for being affordable. He started the engine and drove home, not wanting to leave Jensen to suffer any longer than necessary. He reddened a little when he thought about the toy he’d just bought - a long silicone dildo with an inflatable knot. Granted, you had to inflate the knot using the small pump attached to it, but the fancy ones that had the same feature using only a button to inflate the knot were out of Jared’s price range. He hoped Jensen liked it. It wasn’t as if Jared could return it.
Jared entered his apartment to a burnt grilled cheese sandwich which was about two seconds from setting off his smoke detector. He quickly turned off the burner on his stove and thanked God that it hadn’t spontaneously combusted. Leaving the smoking charcoal briquette in the frying pan, he walked back to the bedroom. He opened the door, only to see Jensen laying his bed, stroking himself under the covers.
Jail bait, jail bait, jail bait, he reminded himself. Out loud, he said, “I bought you something to help. Here.”
Jared dropped the bag on the bed and practically ran out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and retreating back to the kitchen. With a sigh, he scraped the failed sandwich into the trash can and grabbed the loaf of bread to try again when he heard Jensen walk into the room. Jared turned around, a smile on his face that froze when he realized that Jensen was completely naked and holding the toy in his right hand.
Jared allowed his eyes to rake over Jensen’s frame, taking in the admittedly beautiful sight. Jensen was flushed and the red tones spilled down his neck to stain his chest. He was lightly muscled, moreso than Jared would have guessed, and his cock was bigger too, standing at attention with its own smaller-than-an-alpha’s knot swelling gently at the base. God, but Jared just about went to his knees right then to take that beautiful appendage into his mouth, to suck on it until Jensen screamed out his release while Jared let his fingers explore Jensen’s other secret places. God, someone up there really wanted Jared in jail. Or mated to a teenager - possibly both.
“I- I don’t know how to use this,” Jensen admitted, staring at the floor and holding out the toy as if it were about to bite. “I was hoping you could - hoping you would - could you help me? I’ve never-“
“Oh Jesus,” Jared breathed, unable to stop himself. “The prettiest Goddamn Omega literally stumbles in front of me and he’s a virgin? I’m going to hell, but yeah, I’ll help you, Jensen.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you do this. You don’t have to. The pastor - I made him, too. I’m sorry.”
Jensen turned on his heel and hurried back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving a confused Jared standing in the kitchen. A sinking feeling settled in Jared’s stomach and he followed the Omega back to the bedroom, opening the door and peering inside. There wasn’t any delicate way to ask, but Jared had to know if Jensen had been violated. If he had, Jared wasn’t sure he’d be above driving back across the state to rip someone’s throat out.
“Hey, Jensen, did your pastor do anything to you against your will? Is that why you left?”
Jensen turned to face Jared, who left the door open as he moved into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed next to Jensen.
“No, nothing like that,” Jensen said in a soft voice. Jared reached out a hand and ran it gently down Jensen’s back. It was meant to be a comforting touch, but Jensen squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, long and deep. Jared jerked his hand away, apologizing.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Jensen said. He blinked slowly as if his reaction had surprised himself just as much as it had Jared. “Felt good. More, please. You make it better.”
Jared exhaled a long breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Jensen looked so vulnerable, laying there on the bed naked while Jared was fully clothed. Jared didn’t want to hurt him. Jensen rolled onto his back, exposing his full nudity to Jared once again.
“You’re so damn pretty, Jensen,” Jared murmured as his lips touched Jensen’s, and then kissed him. It was a slow, lazy kiss that quickly turned feral when Jared reached down to grasp Jensen’s cock, stroking up and down gently. Jensen gasped and thrust his hips up, completely undone. Jared felt Jensen shudder as he spilled, the come just dribbling out now after so many orgasms in one day.
“P-please,” Jensen whimpered. Jared gave a small chuckle and let his fingers slide back behind his balls, letting the tips of his fingers dance over the wet, furled opening he found there. His Omega was wet, so wet for him and Jared wanted to bury his face there and eat him out like a dessert, like he was candy. Jared couldn’t stop words from bubbling out of his mouth like he was in a bad porno.
“Don’t even need to get you wet for me, do I, Jensen? You’re just begging to be filled. Want to take a knot, don’t you? I bet you’re desperate for it. Bet you’d let any Alpha fuck you right about now, wouldn’t you? God, I can just picture you, ass up and face down on the sidewalk outside, taking all comers. Would you do that?”
Jensen moaned at that and his hips stuttered a little at the suggestion, but then he grabbed Jared’s shirt in his hands and held tight.
“No, no,” he insisted. “Only - only you; I’d only let you knot me, Jared. Please. Please do it.”
All of Jared’s brain cells misfired at the confession and he almost did exactly what Jensen asked, stilling himself at the last second and reminding himself that this was about taking care of Jensen, not slaking his own desires. Jared slipped one finger into the tight muscle of Jensen’s ass, inching it in slowly. Jensen’s mouth fell open and he opened his legs further, unashamedly wanton. Jared knew right then that he’d never get enough of this boy.
“More,” Jensen demanded. “More, Jared, please.”
Jared slipped a second finger in, Jensen’s muscles fluttering against the intrusion but not fighting it, and Jared grinned as his fingers writhed inside the boy, searching for and finding that certain spot, and yes, there it was.
“You’re taking this so easy,” Jared murmured against the flushed skin of Jensen’s neck, teasing. “You sure you’re a virgin?”
Jensen turned his head and bit Jared’s arm - hard. Jared had obviously offended the boy.
“Ow!” Jared cried out in surprise and pain, but then laughed. “Okay, okay, I believe you.”
“Jared, please, if you’re not going to knot me, will you please - will you please use the t-toy?”
“Yes, of course I will, baby,” Jared said, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Jensen, who whimpered in protest when Jared left him empty. Jared took the toy and looked from it to Jensen and back again.
“Hold on,” Jared said. “I know you’re wet, but I want to make sure this doesn’t hurt you. You’re kind of, well, small.”
“Hurry,” Jensen managed, squirming on the bed as Jared reached over to his nightstand and retrieved his bottle of lube, applying it liberally to the toy until it glistened with it. Then he lay down next to Jensen again, nudging his legs apart. Jared carefully positioned the toy at Jensen’s entrance before sliding it easily in.
Jensen howled as the toy entered him and his hips left the bed, his back arching beautifully as his cock sprang back to fullness again. Jared felt his own cock complain quite loudly about being restrained. Jared grit his teeth and ignored it, moving to kneel between Jensen’s spread legs so he could better fuck him with the toy.
Unintelligible words spilled from Jensen’s lips with each thrust in and drag out, and Jared made sure to hit Jensen’s prostate with each thrust. Jensen moved his hips in time with the rhythm set until he shouted and came, hard enough this time that he shot ropes of come all the way onto his face. Jared grasped the small pump and pumped it three times, effectively knotting Jensen. The air would slowly seep out over the next few minutes or so, simulating a real, if short, knotting session.
Jensen lay on the bed, arms and legs akimbo and looking beautifully fucked out. He blinked slowly and breathed deeply, and Jared watched as coherency returned. Jared ran a finger down the smooth skin of Jensen’s thigh.
“Hey, you still with me?”
Jensen didn’t hear him, or at least didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he made a frantic grab for the comforter, covering himself up and turning his face away from Jared. His eyes squeezed shut and Jared was appalled to see tears slip out. Guilt and shame filled Jared then. What had he done?
“Hey, Jensen, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh God, are you okay?” Jared was near-panicked, and still Jensen didn’t respond.
“Lord bless the Alphas,” Jensen began to chant. “They protect your family on Earth, Oh Lord. Lord bless the Betas, the women who nurture and raise the children in your divine law and light, and curse the Omegas, those wretched few who have fallen from your favor and further the will of the Devil, Oh L-“
“Hey, Jensen, no,” Jared breathed, leaning over Jensen and hoping he’d get through Jensen’s freak out. Suddenly everything made sense - Jensen not having a family anymore and appearing in the middle of nowhere. “You’re from that Alpha/Beta cult, aren’t you? The Church of the One Way Street or something like that.”
Jensen opened one eye and stopped praying.
“Church of the One Way Street?”
Jared was pleased to see the corner of Jensen’s mouth curl up in a slight smile. “Really? No, you dolt, it’s The Church of the One True Way, and yes - I am, actually. They kicked me out when they realized I was Omega and - and maybe they were right to do so. I’m so sorry, Jared.” Jensen pushed himself into a sitting position, gasping as it jostled the toy inside of him. He scooted backwards until his back was resting against the headboard.
“What on Earth are you sorry for, Jensen?” Jared wanted to know.
“For making you do this; for making you help me.”
“Jensen,” Jared sighed. “You didn’t make me do anything. Believe it or not, I’m still in control of my actions. If I weren’t, I’d have pulled my truck over when you started touching yourself and put my mouth on your cock until you gave me something to swallow.” Well, Jared thought, that’s the least I would have done.
Jensen’s eyes widened. “You’d- you’d want to do that?”
“Jensen,” Jared said, looking serious. “I’ll do whatever you want me do except knot you - I can’t - I can’t claim a sixteen year old as my mate. Do you know what the state would do to me? I could end up in jail and you’d end up in Social Services.”
“I- I don’t want to go to Social Services,” Jensen admitted, and once more Jared pulled him close into the circle of his arms.
“You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to, Jen,” Jared said, and meant it.
“I want to stay with you,” Jensen said, burying his face in Jared’s neck. “Can I? Can I stay with you?”
“Of course you can,” Jared said, tightening his grip as if he’d already claimed Jensen as his own. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”
It was a foolish promise to make, perhaps, what with Jared being a college student and Jensen being only sixteen, but Jared was sure they could find some way to make it work. As far as he was concerned, Jensen was his Omega, whether or not he’d officially claimed him or not, and Jared would protect him to his dying breath. He’d prove himself a proper Alpha yet, and perhaps, just perhaps, they’d live happily ever after.
END