FIC: Laying Claim
Fandom: Kane RPS/SPN RPS
Title: Laying Claim
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Christian Kane, Jensen Ackles
Word Count: 3,478
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jared isn’t sure what’s exactly going on between him and Christian Kane, but he sure as hell enjoys it.
Warnings: Slash
Written For: caarirose who wanted Jared/Christian, bottom Christian, biting, marking, tying to the bed and being fucked raw.
BETA: kaylashay81 *squishes you* Thanks! All remaining mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - Yeah, I so don’t own Jared, Christian or Jensen. And this isn’t real…it never happened… A girl can dream though, right? Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
I am so very sorry this was late. I really hope this works for you!
The bass started to rattle the windows of the taxi a few blocks out. Jensen was practically vibrating with energy as Jared snuck a glance at him. This was a side of Jensen few people got to see. Jensen loved to dance, lose himself in the thumping music of a club and not worry about being famous. And Jared, he was a horrible dancer, 6’4” of gangly two left feet, but Jensen had invited him. And Jensen had mentioned meeting Chris there. It was the thought of meeting Christian - yes, he referred to him as Christian in his head and it only left his lips when they were alone - that encouraged him to dress nicely, add the splash of cologne that drove Christian wild, and make sure he had plenty of lube and condoms stashed in his jeans.
The taxi pulled up at the curb in front of the club entrance. Jensen opened his door and stepped out as Jared slid across the seat, stopping to pay the driver before exiting through Jensen’s side. The driver pulled off and they headed to the back of the line. They didn’t ask for favors or pull the “I’m a famous actor” card here. Anonymity had its benefits, especially when they were entering a gay club that Brian Kinney would orgasm over.
Jensen paid for both their covers and they pushed through the heavy metal door and immediately were deafened by the music. Even with his two left feet, Jared felt himself swaying, hips rocking a little to the beat.
“Let’s get a drink,” Jensen screamed in his ear.
Jared nodded, not bothering to even yell back and let Jensen drag him to the nearest bartender. Jared fished money out of his wallet and passed it forward. He got a beer and a few bucks in change back.
“Chris is probably in one of the back rooms. He only comes for the sex!” Jensen yelled and an angry flare of jealousy shot through Jared. It was irrational. They weren’t dating, hell they weren’t even really friends. Christian was Jensen’s best friend, and Jared, he knew this was only a convenience.
“All right. We’ll I’ll leave you to it,” Jared yelled back. Jensen nodded and tipped his beer at him. “Good luck - see you,” Jared added and Jensen flashed him a happy smile as he shimmied his way out onto the dance floor. Jared watched him go until he was swallowed up in a sea of writhing bodies. Jensen was in his element here. It was rare they ever took a cab home together.
Draining half of his beer Jared licked his lips and made his way to the back rooms. If Christian was here for sex that was where he’d be. He found Christian in the middle of the first set of back rooms. Jared stopped walking, beer halfway to his mouth for another swallow, as he watched Christian’s hips thrust forward and push flush up against the ass of the guy in front of him. Jared was jostled from behind; his beer bottle was knocked out of his hand and fell to the floor with a crash of broken glass. The noise barely registered over the body-thumping bass of the club, but Christian turned in his direction. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, a brief glimpse of panic, before that evil, smart ass smirk appeared and his eyes danced with mischief. So maybe Jensen hadn’t told Christian that he was bringing Jared along. Or maybe he had, and Christian was just looking to bait him.
Jared finally roused himself from simply staring and stalked forward, one deliberate foot in front of the other. He wasn’t going to hurry, wasn’t going to rush forward and give Christian reason to bitch. Instead he made it to Christian’s side a few seconds later. The guy was moaning, ridiculously loud, as Christian continued to fuck into him.
Jared watched as Christian turned the guy, tilted his ass just so that Jared could watch as Christian’s shiny cock slid in and out. Christian’s head fell back, neck exposed and pulled taut as he let go. Jared waited another second before he made his move. He slid in behind Christian, pressed his chest up against him, and reached around, fingers tightening around the base of Christian’s dick and halting his movements.
Christian jerked, tried to dislodge Jared, but Jared squeezed harder and the protest immediately stopped.
“You are a fucking bastard!” Christian yelled over the music.
Jared laughed as he gripped Christian’s hip with his other hand and pulled him backwards and out of the guy’s ass. He heard Christian moan at the loss of contact but continued until he was far enough away that he couldn’t get his dick back in the guy again if he tried. And Jared imagined Chris would try for another go at it. His fingers wrapped around Christian’s dick, caught the edge of the condom and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor, before spinning him around.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Christian yelled in Jared’s face.
“We’re getting out of here,” Jared calmly told him as he reached for Christian’s jeans to button him back up.
“The fuck we are. I was in the middle of something!”
“Lost your chance,” Jared yelled back and nodded. The moment that Christian had been pulled far enough away, someone else had slid in, fucking brutally into the guy.
Christian shook his head and smacked at Jared’s hands. “I didn’t come here for you.”
“You telling me, you’re not coming home with me?” Jared asked, refused to yield space to the shorter man.
~*~
Jared pushed Christian out of the club with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling on his long hair. Christian fought him, shook his head trying to rid Jared’s hand, but Jared only tightened his fingers, digging into the tendons in Christian’s neck.
“I’m going, you don’t have to act like such a Neanderthal!” Christian yelled once they were free of the metal door and out on the sidewalk.
Jared released Christian with a final push toward the closest waiting cab. He watched as Christian stopped walking and turned to glare at him. “Get in the cab,” Jared calmly said, forcing his voice to remain steady and cool though he was anything but calm. He was livid, his body hot with jealousy over finding Christian balls deep in another guy. The only reason Christian was allowed the space now was because he’d been fucking the other guy, not bottoming. Christian did not bottom…unless he was with Jared. They both knew that. Christian still fought, tooth and nail, but in the end he always let Jared lay claim where no one else was allowed. The knowledge was frightening and added to the confusion over just where they stood with one another.
~*~
Jared’s place was a twenty minute cab ride from the club. The first five were wasted by Christian sulking as he stared out of the window of the cab, aimlessly watching the houses pass by.
“I can take you back,” Jared finally broke the silence. It wasn’t what he wanted. He knew it wasn’t what Christian waned either, but he needed to hear him say, needed him to hear him admit out loud that he wanted this too.
“Yeah right. Like that’d happen.” Christian barked out an incredulous laugh at that and turned to face Jared. “You’d just turn this cab around and take me back there. Let me slide out of the cab, waltz my ass back into that club and fuck the first pretty boy I see?” Christian taunted him as he shifted, legs spreading open and his palm resting on his thigh inches away from where his jeans were bulging.
“No,” Jared breathed out before he could stop himself. He frowned as the smirk appeared on Christian’s face. “No. I wouldn’t. And you wouldn’t march your ass back in there because you were waiting for me, hoping that Jen brought me, and you made sure I’d find you with your dick stuffed in some pretty boy’s ass. You knew it’d piss me off, because that is part of this little game,” Jared added, growing in confidence as he continued to speak. Christian always fought him, tooth and nail, even as Jared was bottoming out, balls deep in Christian’s tight warmth.
Jared watched as the smirk flattened out and Christian swallowed hard. He didn’t get any warning before Christian lunged toward him. His hand hit Jared in the chest hard, shoving him back against the cab door, and then suddenly Christian was there, on his knees in the dirty floor, hands fumbling with Jared’s ridiculously big Texan belt buckle.
Jared spared a look through the plexiglass at the driver, but his eyes remained firmly on the road in front of him, though Jared could swear he saw the corner of his mouth upturned. He dropped his attention back to Christian, hands sliding into that long wavy hair and pulling his head toward his crotch. Christian mouthed at his cock, teeth biting down on him through his jeans. And Jared’s hips twitched, rocking forward, as Christian finally got the buckle undone and the zipper slid open.
Hands cool from the chilly night air reached into his boxers and pulled his erection out. Jared shuddered as the air hit his dick. Christian didn’t waste any time, immediately closing his mouth around the slick head of Jared’s dick. Jared’s head fell back against the glass window and he let out a low moan as Christian went to work.
~*~
“Out,” Jared growled as he fastened up his jeans such as the cab pulled to a stop outside his house. Christian’s eyes were dilated, wild with lust as he nodded once and opened the cab door. Jared removed his wallet out of his pants and slide the driver his fare and a hefty tip. He exited the cab onto his curb and started for the front door, not waiting for Christian, but knowing he was following directly behind him.
The dogs barked as he pushed the door open and he was grateful he’d had the forethought to lock them in the kitchen, knowing wrestling with them when he brought Christian home wasn’t what he had in mind. They whined as Jared shut the door behind Christian and headed up the stairs towards his bedroom. He heard Christian’s boots clunking on the stairs on the way up.
He kicked off his shoes in the general direction of his closet the minute he entered his bedroom. Christian was waiting in the doorway when he turned around. “You gonna stand there all night?” Jared asked as he reached for the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Christian’s eyes slid down to Jared’s naked chest, watched as Jared rubbed one hand from neck to groin and back up. “Get in here, Christian,” Jared said with a nod of his head toward the bed.
“Always ordering me around like I’m a damned dog,” Christian grumbled as he walked into the room.
“That’s cause you do better with directions than thinking on your own,” Jared shot back as he closed the distance between them and yanked Christian’s head back for a brutal kiss. Nothing about them was romantic. Nothing was gentle. This was a game of dominance and for some reason Christian allowed Jared to hold it over him. Christian fought him back with that kiss, teeth sinking hard into Jared’s lip, splitting the skin enough that it was going to be noticeable in the morning.
Jared growled and pulled back, tongue slipping out to touch the abused flesh. “Get undressed now, Christian,” Jared instructed.
“You actually plan on doing something with this,” Christian asked as he grabbed Jared’s crotch. “Or just talk all night?”
“You’ll get the seeing to that you’re after,” Jared assured him as his hands grabbed Christian’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Get on the bed, Christian,” Jared repeated and stood back.
Christian hesitated, almost opened his mouth with a response, but snapped it closed and bent over at the waist to work on his boots. They took a few seconds to unlace enough he could get his feet out of them. He yanked off his socks while he was down there and then straightened and started to work on his jeans. Jared watched as Christian pushed his jeans down his legs and his cock sprung free, red, wet and hard as it bounced against his stomach. Jared hadn’t let him come in that guy’s ass, hadn’t let him come in the cab as he was sucking Jared, and he didn’t plan on letting him come for quite some time.
Jared stepped forward, hand reaching out to encircle Christian’s hard cock. “Fuck,” Christian swore as Jared wrapped his hand around it and swiped his thumb across the wet head. “Been hard for hours, since Jen called and said you were coming out with him,” Christian finally admitted as he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock back and forth through Jared’s fingers.
“Should’ve known you’d planned this from the start. Never can learn your lessons can you, Christian? You are mine. Mine. You wanna fuck then you come to me,” Jared hissed as he pulled his hand away and shoved Christian backwards. His knees hit the mattress and he collapsed on Jared’s bed.
“I’m not your little bitch, Padalecki!” Christian argued as he struggled to sit up, but Jared was on him, body settling over his hips enough to pin him to the bed.
“Funny you always say that and then don’t stop moaning when I stuff you full of my cock.”
“Gotta keep myself in the moment, if I left it up to you you’d talk me soft,” Christian replied with a laugh.
Jared was shocked for a second before a laugh snuck out of him. The banter with Christian was almost as good as the sex…almost. “Yeah, you may be right,” Jared agreed and slid back off the bed. “On your knees, hands up by the headboard,” Jared said as he walked around the side of the bed.
Christian watched him for a moment, not quite sure what to do with Jared not fighting back. Finally his downstairs brain won out and he rolled over onto his knees and stretched his hands out toward the headboard. Jared pulled a length of rope out from under his mattress and looped it around Christian’s outstretched hands, pulling it tight until he was sure Christian was secure. Then he secured the other end around the bed frame. Satisfied Christian wasn’t going anywhere, Jared moved back around the bed behind him.
“Don’t got all night,” Christian pushed as he wiggled around and pulled at the ropes, testing to see whether he could get free. Jared never tied them tight enough, always gave Christian the out if he wanted it.
“Yes, you do,” Jared easily replied as he dug into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out the condoms and lube. He had debated leaving them on the bed before he left, but ultimately didn’t want to give Christian any idea how much he’d wanted this too. The supplies were tossed on the bed near Christian and he worked his zipper down so he could push his jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them, toed off his socks and crawled up on the bed behind Christian.
“What’d you think would happen when I found you, Christian?” Jared asked him as he reached for the bottle of lube. His flipped the top open and poured a little on his fingers.
“That had nothing to do with you, Jared,” Christian replied as he shot him a dirty look his shoulder.
“Lying to me ain’t gonna cut it, Kane.” Jared pushed one finger against Christian’s hole, rubbed at it for a second, before pushing his finger halfway in. He pulled it back out, rubbed along the edges and pushed it all the way back in.
Christian moaned and pushed his ass back toward Jared. “Didn’t want you to think you were the only one I could get, could have. Cause you aren’t. I can get anyone I want. And anyone can get me,” Christian replied.
“Except no one gets this, do they Christian? No one gets on you on your hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked?” Jared asked as he pushed another finger inside beside the first. It was too quick, not enough prep and he knew that Christian had to be feeling the burn.
“Losing interest here, Padalecki,” Christian managed to get out, though his words were nothing but lies as his body shuddered around Jared’s fingers.
Jared pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom. He ripped open the package and slid it on with practiced ease. He dribbled a little more lube on his dick, hand stroking up and down a few times to smear it around.
“I’ll wake you when I’m done,” Jared teased as he lined himself up and pushed.
He didn’t give Christian a chance to adjust, just kept pushing until balls his rested against Christian’s ass.
“Fuck,” Christian breathed out as he wiggled, trying to move away from Jared’s dick and ease the burn.
“That’s right,” Jared muttered as his fingers sank into Christian’s hips. Jared set up a brutal pace, pulling his hips back and slamming back in. He gripped Christian’s hips hard, digging his fingernails into the skin, ripping it as Christian pulled away from him and started to fuck himself back on Jared’s dick.
“Harder,” Christian whined as he shoved his hips back, driving Jared in deeper.
“Knew it,” Jared gasped out as Christian tightened his ass around Jared as he pushed back in. “Fucking love it,” he muttered against Christian’s neck. His tongue snaked out, licking along the column of his neck. Christian tilted his head to the side, giving Jared more access. And Jared complied with Christian’s silent submission. He opened his mouth wider and sank his teeth into Christian’s neck, biting down until Christian’s moan turned to a whimper of pain. Slowly he released the skin under his teeth, tongue sliding over the wound tasting copper.
“Fuck Jared, did you take a chunk of my neck with you?” Christian hissed out.
“Didn’t want you forgetting anytime soon who you belong to,” Jared honestly answered as he leaned up and pushed hard into Christian.
Christian arched back, the back of his head almost catching Jared in the face, as he thrust wildly into the air, riding Jared’s cock, as he came. Christian’s ass began to spasm around Jared, tightening almost too much, as he continued to fuck Christian through it. Jared waited until Christian stopped thrusting back against him before he pulled out. The condom slid off easily and Jared began to strip his dick, thumb sliding over the wet head on every stroke. He watched as Christian’s hole quivered, red and swollen from Jared, and his balls tightened. He pulled harder on his dick, hand quickly sliding up and down before he came, come covering Christian’s ass.
Jared collapsed forward onto Christian as his body shuddered through the aftershocks.
“If you fall asleep on me, I will get out of these restraints and kill you,” Christian threatened him, but he could hear the amusement in his voice.
When he could breathe again, Jared was going to taunt Christian mercilessly about the fact he came from being verbally claimed. Sure, it probably had more to do with the angle, but where was the fun in that?
Title: Laying Claim
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Christian Kane, Jensen Ackles
Word Count: 3,478
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jared isn’t sure what’s exactly going on between him and Christian Kane, but he sure as hell enjoys it.
Warnings: Slash
Written For: caarirose who wanted Jared/Christian, bottom Christian, biting, marking, tying to the bed and being fucked raw.
BETA: kaylashay81 *squishes you* Thanks! All remaining mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - Yeah, I so don’t own Jared, Christian or Jensen. And this isn’t real…it never happened… A girl can dream though, right? Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
I am so very sorry this was late. I really hope this works for you!
The bass started to rattle the windows of the taxi a few blocks out. Jensen was practically vibrating with energy as Jared snuck a glance at him. This was a side of Jensen few people got to see. Jensen loved to dance, lose himself in the thumping music of a club and not worry about being famous. And Jared, he was a horrible dancer, 6’4” of gangly two left feet, but Jensen had invited him. And Jensen had mentioned meeting Chris there. It was the thought of meeting Christian - yes, he referred to him as Christian in his head and it only left his lips when they were alone - that encouraged him to dress nicely, add the splash of cologne that drove Christian wild, and make sure he had plenty of lube and condoms stashed in his jeans.
The taxi pulled up at the curb in front of the club entrance. Jensen opened his door and stepped out as Jared slid across the seat, stopping to pay the driver before exiting through Jensen’s side. The driver pulled off and they headed to the back of the line. They didn’t ask for favors or pull the “I’m a famous actor” card here. Anonymity had its benefits, especially when they were entering a gay club that Brian Kinney would orgasm over.
Jensen paid for both their covers and they pushed through the heavy metal door and immediately were deafened by the music. Even with his two left feet, Jared felt himself swaying, hips rocking a little to the beat.
“Let’s get a drink,” Jensen screamed in his ear.
Jared nodded, not bothering to even yell back and let Jensen drag him to the nearest bartender. Jared fished money out of his wallet and passed it forward. He got a beer and a few bucks in change back.
“Chris is probably in one of the back rooms. He only comes for the sex!” Jensen yelled and an angry flare of jealousy shot through Jared. It was irrational. They weren’t dating, hell they weren’t even really friends. Christian was Jensen’s best friend, and Jared, he knew this was only a convenience.
“All right. We’ll I’ll leave you to it,” Jared yelled back. Jensen nodded and tipped his beer at him. “Good luck - see you,” Jared added and Jensen flashed him a happy smile as he shimmied his way out onto the dance floor. Jared watched him go until he was swallowed up in a sea of writhing bodies. Jensen was in his element here. It was rare they ever took a cab home together.
Draining half of his beer Jared licked his lips and made his way to the back rooms. If Christian was here for sex that was where he’d be. He found Christian in the middle of the first set of back rooms. Jared stopped walking, beer halfway to his mouth for another swallow, as he watched Christian’s hips thrust forward and push flush up against the ass of the guy in front of him. Jared was jostled from behind; his beer bottle was knocked out of his hand and fell to the floor with a crash of broken glass. The noise barely registered over the body-thumping bass of the club, but Christian turned in his direction. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, a brief glimpse of panic, before that evil, smart ass smirk appeared and his eyes danced with mischief. So maybe Jensen hadn’t told Christian that he was bringing Jared along. Or maybe he had, and Christian was just looking to bait him.
Jared finally roused himself from simply staring and stalked forward, one deliberate foot in front of the other. He wasn’t going to hurry, wasn’t going to rush forward and give Christian reason to bitch. Instead he made it to Christian’s side a few seconds later. The guy was moaning, ridiculously loud, as Christian continued to fuck into him.
Jared watched as Christian turned the guy, tilted his ass just so that Jared could watch as Christian’s shiny cock slid in and out. Christian’s head fell back, neck exposed and pulled taut as he let go. Jared waited another second before he made his move. He slid in behind Christian, pressed his chest up against him, and reached around, fingers tightening around the base of Christian’s dick and halting his movements.
Christian jerked, tried to dislodge Jared, but Jared squeezed harder and the protest immediately stopped.
“You are a fucking bastard!” Christian yelled over the music.
Jared laughed as he gripped Christian’s hip with his other hand and pulled him backwards and out of the guy’s ass. He heard Christian moan at the loss of contact but continued until he was far enough away that he couldn’t get his dick back in the guy again if he tried. And Jared imagined Chris would try for another go at it. His fingers wrapped around Christian’s dick, caught the edge of the condom and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor, before spinning him around.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Christian yelled in Jared’s face.
“We’re getting out of here,” Jared calmly told him as he reached for Christian’s jeans to button him back up.
“The fuck we are. I was in the middle of something!”
“Lost your chance,” Jared yelled back and nodded. The moment that Christian had been pulled far enough away, someone else had slid in, fucking brutally into the guy.
Christian shook his head and smacked at Jared’s hands. “I didn’t come here for you.”
“You telling me, you’re not coming home with me?” Jared asked, refused to yield space to the shorter man.
~*~
Jared pushed Christian out of the club with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling on his long hair. Christian fought him, shook his head trying to rid Jared’s hand, but Jared only tightened his fingers, digging into the tendons in Christian’s neck.
“I’m going, you don’t have to act like such a Neanderthal!” Christian yelled once they were free of the metal door and out on the sidewalk.
Jared released Christian with a final push toward the closest waiting cab. He watched as Christian stopped walking and turned to glare at him. “Get in the cab,” Jared calmly said, forcing his voice to remain steady and cool though he was anything but calm. He was livid, his body hot with jealousy over finding Christian balls deep in another guy. The only reason Christian was allowed the space now was because he’d been fucking the other guy, not bottoming. Christian did not bottom…unless he was with Jared. They both knew that. Christian still fought, tooth and nail, but in the end he always let Jared lay claim where no one else was allowed. The knowledge was frightening and added to the confusion over just where they stood with one another.
~*~
Jared’s place was a twenty minute cab ride from the club. The first five were wasted by Christian sulking as he stared out of the window of the cab, aimlessly watching the houses pass by.
“I can take you back,” Jared finally broke the silence. It wasn’t what he wanted. He knew it wasn’t what Christian waned either, but he needed to hear him say, needed him to hear him admit out loud that he wanted this too.
“Yeah right. Like that’d happen.” Christian barked out an incredulous laugh at that and turned to face Jared. “You’d just turn this cab around and take me back there. Let me slide out of the cab, waltz my ass back into that club and fuck the first pretty boy I see?” Christian taunted him as he shifted, legs spreading open and his palm resting on his thigh inches away from where his jeans were bulging.
“No,” Jared breathed out before he could stop himself. He frowned as the smirk appeared on Christian’s face. “No. I wouldn’t. And you wouldn’t march your ass back in there because you were waiting for me, hoping that Jen brought me, and you made sure I’d find you with your dick stuffed in some pretty boy’s ass. You knew it’d piss me off, because that is part of this little game,” Jared added, growing in confidence as he continued to speak. Christian always fought him, tooth and nail, even as Jared was bottoming out, balls deep in Christian’s tight warmth.
Jared watched as the smirk flattened out and Christian swallowed hard. He didn’t get any warning before Christian lunged toward him. His hand hit Jared in the chest hard, shoving him back against the cab door, and then suddenly Christian was there, on his knees in the dirty floor, hands fumbling with Jared’s ridiculously big Texan belt buckle.
Jared spared a look through the plexiglass at the driver, but his eyes remained firmly on the road in front of him, though Jared could swear he saw the corner of his mouth upturned. He dropped his attention back to Christian, hands sliding into that long wavy hair and pulling his head toward his crotch. Christian mouthed at his cock, teeth biting down on him through his jeans. And Jared’s hips twitched, rocking forward, as Christian finally got the buckle undone and the zipper slid open.
Hands cool from the chilly night air reached into his boxers and pulled his erection out. Jared shuddered as the air hit his dick. Christian didn’t waste any time, immediately closing his mouth around the slick head of Jared’s dick. Jared’s head fell back against the glass window and he let out a low moan as Christian went to work.
~*~
“Out,” Jared growled as he fastened up his jeans such as the cab pulled to a stop outside his house. Christian’s eyes were dilated, wild with lust as he nodded once and opened the cab door. Jared removed his wallet out of his pants and slide the driver his fare and a hefty tip. He exited the cab onto his curb and started for the front door, not waiting for Christian, but knowing he was following directly behind him.
The dogs barked as he pushed the door open and he was grateful he’d had the forethought to lock them in the kitchen, knowing wrestling with them when he brought Christian home wasn’t what he had in mind. They whined as Jared shut the door behind Christian and headed up the stairs towards his bedroom. He heard Christian’s boots clunking on the stairs on the way up.
He kicked off his shoes in the general direction of his closet the minute he entered his bedroom. Christian was waiting in the doorway when he turned around. “You gonna stand there all night?” Jared asked as he reached for the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Christian’s eyes slid down to Jared’s naked chest, watched as Jared rubbed one hand from neck to groin and back up. “Get in here, Christian,” Jared said with a nod of his head toward the bed.
“Always ordering me around like I’m a damned dog,” Christian grumbled as he walked into the room.
“That’s cause you do better with directions than thinking on your own,” Jared shot back as he closed the distance between them and yanked Christian’s head back for a brutal kiss. Nothing about them was romantic. Nothing was gentle. This was a game of dominance and for some reason Christian allowed Jared to hold it over him. Christian fought him back with that kiss, teeth sinking hard into Jared’s lip, splitting the skin enough that it was going to be noticeable in the morning.
Jared growled and pulled back, tongue slipping out to touch the abused flesh. “Get undressed now, Christian,” Jared instructed.
“You actually plan on doing something with this,” Christian asked as he grabbed Jared’s crotch. “Or just talk all night?”
“You’ll get the seeing to that you’re after,” Jared assured him as his hands grabbed Christian’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Get on the bed, Christian,” Jared repeated and stood back.
Christian hesitated, almost opened his mouth with a response, but snapped it closed and bent over at the waist to work on his boots. They took a few seconds to unlace enough he could get his feet out of them. He yanked off his socks while he was down there and then straightened and started to work on his jeans. Jared watched as Christian pushed his jeans down his legs and his cock sprung free, red, wet and hard as it bounced against his stomach. Jared hadn’t let him come in that guy’s ass, hadn’t let him come in the cab as he was sucking Jared, and he didn’t plan on letting him come for quite some time.
Jared stepped forward, hand reaching out to encircle Christian’s hard cock. “Fuck,” Christian swore as Jared wrapped his hand around it and swiped his thumb across the wet head. “Been hard for hours, since Jen called and said you were coming out with him,” Christian finally admitted as he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock back and forth through Jared’s fingers.
“Should’ve known you’d planned this from the start. Never can learn your lessons can you, Christian? You are mine. Mine. You wanna fuck then you come to me,” Jared hissed as he pulled his hand away and shoved Christian backwards. His knees hit the mattress and he collapsed on Jared’s bed.
“I’m not your little bitch, Padalecki!” Christian argued as he struggled to sit up, but Jared was on him, body settling over his hips enough to pin him to the bed.
“Funny you always say that and then don’t stop moaning when I stuff you full of my cock.”
“Gotta keep myself in the moment, if I left it up to you you’d talk me soft,” Christian replied with a laugh.
Jared was shocked for a second before a laugh snuck out of him. The banter with Christian was almost as good as the sex…almost. “Yeah, you may be right,” Jared agreed and slid back off the bed. “On your knees, hands up by the headboard,” Jared said as he walked around the side of the bed.
Christian watched him for a moment, not quite sure what to do with Jared not fighting back. Finally his downstairs brain won out and he rolled over onto his knees and stretched his hands out toward the headboard. Jared pulled a length of rope out from under his mattress and looped it around Christian’s outstretched hands, pulling it tight until he was sure Christian was secure. Then he secured the other end around the bed frame. Satisfied Christian wasn’t going anywhere, Jared moved back around the bed behind him.
“Don’t got all night,” Christian pushed as he wiggled around and pulled at the ropes, testing to see whether he could get free. Jared never tied them tight enough, always gave Christian the out if he wanted it.
“Yes, you do,” Jared easily replied as he dug into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out the condoms and lube. He had debated leaving them on the bed before he left, but ultimately didn’t want to give Christian any idea how much he’d wanted this too. The supplies were tossed on the bed near Christian and he worked his zipper down so he could push his jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them, toed off his socks and crawled up on the bed behind Christian.
“What’d you think would happen when I found you, Christian?” Jared asked him as he reached for the bottle of lube. His flipped the top open and poured a little on his fingers.
“That had nothing to do with you, Jared,” Christian replied as he shot him a dirty look his shoulder.
“Lying to me ain’t gonna cut it, Kane.” Jared pushed one finger against Christian’s hole, rubbed at it for a second, before pushing his finger halfway in. He pulled it back out, rubbed along the edges and pushed it all the way back in.
Christian moaned and pushed his ass back toward Jared. “Didn’t want you to think you were the only one I could get, could have. Cause you aren’t. I can get anyone I want. And anyone can get me,” Christian replied.
“Except no one gets this, do they Christian? No one gets on you on your hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked?” Jared asked as he pushed another finger inside beside the first. It was too quick, not enough prep and he knew that Christian had to be feeling the burn.
“Losing interest here, Padalecki,” Christian managed to get out, though his words were nothing but lies as his body shuddered around Jared’s fingers.
Jared pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom. He ripped open the package and slid it on with practiced ease. He dribbled a little more lube on his dick, hand stroking up and down a few times to smear it around.
“I’ll wake you when I’m done,” Jared teased as he lined himself up and pushed.
He didn’t give Christian a chance to adjust, just kept pushing until balls his rested against Christian’s ass.
“Fuck,” Christian breathed out as he wiggled, trying to move away from Jared’s dick and ease the burn.
“That’s right,” Jared muttered as his fingers sank into Christian’s hips. Jared set up a brutal pace, pulling his hips back and slamming back in. He gripped Christian’s hips hard, digging his fingernails into the skin, ripping it as Christian pulled away from him and started to fuck himself back on Jared’s dick.
“Harder,” Christian whined as he shoved his hips back, driving Jared in deeper.
“Knew it,” Jared gasped out as Christian tightened his ass around Jared as he pushed back in. “Fucking love it,” he muttered against Christian’s neck. His tongue snaked out, licking along the column of his neck. Christian tilted his head to the side, giving Jared more access. And Jared complied with Christian’s silent submission. He opened his mouth wider and sank his teeth into Christian’s neck, biting down until Christian’s moan turned to a whimper of pain. Slowly he released the skin under his teeth, tongue sliding over the wound tasting copper.
“Fuck Jared, did you take a chunk of my neck with you?” Christian hissed out.
“Didn’t want you forgetting anytime soon who you belong to,” Jared honestly answered as he leaned up and pushed hard into Christian.
Christian arched back, the back of his head almost catching Jared in the face, as he thrust wildly into the air, riding Jared’s cock, as he came. Christian’s ass began to spasm around Jared, tightening almost too much, as he continued to fuck Christian through it. Jared waited until Christian stopped thrusting back against him before he pulled out. The condom slid off easily and Jared began to strip his dick, thumb sliding over the wet head on every stroke. He watched as Christian’s hole quivered, red and swollen from Jared, and his balls tightened. He pulled harder on his dick, hand quickly sliding up and down before he came, come covering Christian’s ass.
Jared collapsed forward onto Christian as his body shuddered through the aftershocks.
“If you fall asleep on me, I will get out of these restraints and kill you,” Christian threatened him, but he could hear the amusement in his voice.
When he could breathe again, Jared was going to taunt Christian mercilessly about the fact he came from being verbally claimed. Sure, it probably had more to do with the angle, but where was the fun in that?