HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 37
Warnings: This Chapter: Sexually explicit content. Slight d/s themes. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
It’s hard to freak out when you awake, naked, to the sensation of a warm cavernous mouth enveloping your morning wood, sliding down it with the very faintest brush of teeth, to give that certain extra shiver of arousal. When it’s accompanied by lube slick fingers rubbing the puckered rim of your ass and the vision of the wickedest green-eyed gaze looking up at you, then surely all a man can do is moan and get with the program. “Nnngh, gah, Jensen mmm don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” Jared groaned, his hips snapping into action and rocking deeper between the sinful pink lips. He thrashed on the bed, hands grabbing bunches of sheet.
Nu-uh. Jensen stopped and sucked the length upwards, letting it pop out from between his lips. His tongue darted out between his teeth and licked his own lips slick then his face was gone as he dived down to suck first one then both of Jared’s balls into his mouth. He released them and sucked down on a small patch of flesh on his thigh to leave a round purple mark as a second finger scissored into Jared. “Unghh, shit, crap, Jen what you do to me.”
“I remember promising to fuck you senseless.” Jensen’s face was looking up at him, from a resting place between his hips. His smirk was downright unholy and it made Jared’s aching-hard dick twitch. His lips quirked upwards, he couldn’t believe that he was going to laugh now but he couldn’t help himself. He chuckled and the more he tried to hold it back the more it sounded like a cat with a furball. Jensen’s lips twitched as he stopped to watch his lover’s face. “Am I amusing you?” he said with the hugest grin.
“I just,” there were tears of mirth running down Jared’s face “I just love you and I don’t ever want you to stop smirking.”
Jensen growled, a half roar, half moan “I should spank you for that.”
Jared was silent in a moment, needy, lustful hazel eyes locking on to his lover’s. “You wouldn‘t?”
It was Jensen’s turn to laugh “You worried me sick last night and now you laugh at my sex face. I totally would.”
There was a barely perceptible but serious nod from Jared and Jensen sat up. He'd done this before with Tom, a game in foreplay but he could see the dark neediness in Jared's eyes and he understood that here, with this gentle giant of man, there was a difference. His heart burst with the knowledge that his lover trusted him to do this. He licked his lips and flexed his hand theatrically. “Get over my knee Baby. Gonna to teach you a lesson.”
It wasn’t particularly graceful, Jared was, after all, incredibly large for such a feat and he was careful not to lean too heavily on Jensen’s legs. It was all he could do to suppress his laughter again. A shiver went through him as Jensen’s hand rested on his left ass cheek and rubbed in circular motion pushing him down onto his legs so his red, engorged cock was trapped by firm muscular thighs. Jensen’s other hand joined the motion, drawing firm circles on his right cheek. “You ready, Baby?” Jensen’s voice was husky and aroused.
Jared closed his eyes and breathed out. He trusted Jensen to give him this. “Do it.”
Jensen raised his hand high and Jared tried to watch it, Jensen pushed his head back down. “No!” The slap landed with a loud crack on his left buttock and Jared flinched with a sharp intake of breath and a squeak on the exhale. “One. That is for allowing my father to insult you without argument.” he massaged the reddened area and raised his hand again Thwack! “Two. That is for doubting yourself.” He raised his hand up without delay this time and the open-palm smacks rained down, hard but controlled. Jensen rubbed his own hand between slaps , son of a bitch, it stung him, but he wasn’t about to stop.
“Three, is for leaving without telling me where you were, because that terrified me Jay.” Jared was squirming and breathing hard but Jensen held him firmly. Jared’s cock was rigid and leaking precome. Jensen’s felt hard enough to drill diamonds and it was all he could do not to stop and fuck his lover right there and then. “Four is for risking hypothermia by running into the night without a coat.” Jared was snapping his hips into Jensen’s thighs and Jensen stopped and put a hand on him. “You don’t get off on this Baby. Stay still.”
There was a loud crack as he resumed. “Five is for letting me behave like a jerk to you.” There were red handmarks on both ass cheeks by the time he reached ten and a faint hitched sob from Jared as he brought his palm down for the last slap. “Ten. Oh Baby. Number ten is for laughing at my sex-face.” He leaned to kiss the red marks, touching his lips lightly over them, raising a slight hiss from him, then guided him to lie back on the bed. "All done Baby. It's over, forgotten. You don't get to punish yourself for any of it."
Jared settled back on the disheveled comforter. He winced at the red-hot sting as his ass rested into the fabric. His hair lay in a jumbled halo, damp with sweat and tears, his eyes were bright and his face moist, as he allowed himself to accept the exoneration he was being offered. He looked in wonder at the man looming over him. Jensen was flushed with arousal, his hair flattened, eyes glittering more gold than green, his proud cheekbones pink and his lips full, wet and slightly parted. Their cocks ground together as Jensen lay on top of him, taking his weight on his arms, staring down at him. "You OK?"
"M'good" Jared nodded tearfully, he looked up through thick, wet lashes and strands of hair "thanks, I needed.." he trailed off, unsure what to say.
Jensen 's fingers delicately brushed his hair from his eyes, “I love you Jared Padalecki. You’re mine and I don’t want you to take shit from anyone anymore. We’re in this together, so, in future we’re going to talk about this crap and you're going to learn to say no.” He leaned in and kissed him hard and deep, tongue swirling, over teeth and gums, then letting Jared in to tongue-fuck him.
Jared pulled away with a brief suck of his tongue and a nip to his lower lip. He nodded, his eyes blown with lust and a desire for release. “Mmm. How ‘bout we discuss you fucking me, right now. He snapped his hips up high, hard against Jensen and they both moaned. Jensen pushed Jared’s thighs back and Jared felt his hand move as he patted on the bed for the lube and a condom. He heard the packet tear and felt the cool slip of lube as Jensen’s fingers slipped easily into his puckered hole and scissored. “M’ready.”
Jensen shushed Jared and sucked down hard on the pulse point on his neck as he pushed in. He rocked gently, letting Jared adjust, then slid deep and fast, filling the hot, tight channel. He heard the hiss as his flesh met the tender skin, still marked with his handprint. He allowed himself a faint chuckle “Sore baby?”
“Mmm. Good sore.” whimpered the brunette, writhing beneath him. He pulled back slowly, letting Jared squirm in anticipation before giving in to the slip and slide, fucking deep and fast, hitting the sweet spot to elicit screams and lewd exclamations from his lover’s lips.
“Slick up your fingers.” whispered Jensen “ want you to come with me.”
Jared grinned and rested his fingers against the sinful lips. “So get them wet.” A pink O was formed as Jared pushed them in. He felt the hot wet slide as his fingers were tongued and the vacuum pull as they were sucked into the back of Jensen’s mouth and coated with saliva. He pulled them out with an obscene pop, placed his hand around his own cock and stroked upwards with measured showmanship. It only took five firm strokes before Jared lost it, moaning Jensen’s name. The thick white fluid coated his hand and stomach, his muscles tensed hard around Jensen’s pistoning member and he put his sticky fingers back to Jensen’s lips. Jensen came harder than he could ever remember, mewling and groaning, too breathless to scream.
Jensen woke to Jared’s awkward attempt to slide him over a little. “Dude you’re heavy.” He shifted his weight to the bed beside him. Ignoring the cooling sweat and stickiness he snuggled back in to lie against Jared’s chest, moving his head into the rhythmic carding of Jared’s hands through his hair. “I love you.” Jared murmured.
“Do you think they have good soundproofing in these rooms?” Jensen asked.
“The walls and doors are quite thick but we were very loud.” laughed Jared and added, as he looked about the bed, “Ew, we should tip the maid well.”
“I love you too Jay.”
They stayed like that for a long while until Jared started to fidget. He kissed the freckles by Jensen‘s ear and murmured into it “I was wondering if there was any way we can use that enormous spa bath, if I help you.”
“Oh I think there’s every possibility.” came the reply and the smirk that accompanied it was of the smutty variety.
***
Jensen phoned Mac and they all met for dinner, Jared, Jensen, Mackenzie and Andrew.
Jensen made apologies for their absence from the party but wouldn’t elaborate on the details. He admitted he had argued with their father and added that he didn’t see a resolution just yet but he wasn‘t going to dwell on it. He would let his emotions settle and maybe he could be friends with his father again in the future. Jared squeezed his thigh reassuringly even though he had argued to go to Jensen’s parents with him and attempt to make peace, Jensen was adamant that it should be his father apologizing to Jared before progress could be made. Mac looked a little sad but agreed to not to interfere. Her future husband held her hand supportively and kissed her cheek gently. “Thanks for coming to dinner.” he said to them, “We did miss you.”
They chatted as they ate and Jensen discovered that he liked Andrew. He had a great sense of humor, was affectionate and loving to his sister but had some backbone and could withstand her ribbing and throw it back at her with sarcastic replies. Jensen watched as Jared made animated conversation with them, completely at ease in this company. They laughed a lot. When the dessert menu was presented Mac looked on bug-eyed as her brother and his boyfriend chose chocolate fudge cake. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat this much big brother. What have you been doing to work up that sort of appetite?” She winked at Jared who beamed at her with a wicked gleam in his eye and shifted slightly on his seat, reminded of a faint, stinging glow.
“Sis, you really shouldn’t ask that sort of thing if you don’t want a detailed answer. How detailed would you like me to be?”
She waved her arms to indicate the negative “No, no, no. It’s just that you both appear to have eaten earlier.” She reached and touched a fresh purple hickey, almost hidden by the collar of his button-down and Andrew looked away as he choked back a laugh.
Jensen countered by reaching into his pocket for an envelope and holding it, just out of her reach. “So it seems you don’t want our present then.”
She stretched out to snatch it and almost overbalanced into the sticky confection. Jared joined in to prise the envelope from Jensen‘s hand with a booming laugh, his head thrown back. Of course that was a distraction Jensen couldn‘t resist and Mac grabbed the envelope as her brother moved in to kiss his boyfriend’s neck .
She ripped it open and gasped, showing it to her fiance and grabbed Jensen’s hand to kiss it. “That is so romantic, a champagne breakfast on a dawn balloon ride. She took Jared’s hand and kissed it next. My brother could never thought of that on his own, thank you so much.”
“Additionally my colleague Misha would like you to know that he can source some very interesting and robust bedroom furn..” Jared lifted one large hand and placed it over Jensen’s mouth, gagging him. “You’ll have to excuse my boyfriend, he has no ‘off’ button.” They all dissolved into laughter, drawing glances from the other diners.
***
They took an early flight the next day. As they were about to enter the departures lounge Jared nudged Jensen and pulled him back into the main airport where Donna Ackles stood waving at them, alone and apprehensive. “Jen, I think someone is trying to get your attention.”
“Mama.”
“I wanted to see you before you went.” she said. She looked up at Jared and he smiled at her.
“It’s lovely to meet you Mrs Ackles.” he said offering his hand.
“You grew up just fine didn’t you?” she shook his hand, then took him in a one armed hug. “What you must think of us!”
She moved to Jensen, smothering him in a close embrace. “Don’t you push us away Jensen. Beth and I will knock sense into that father of yours, you’ll see. The door is always open. We love you. You know that right?”
“I know Mama.”
“Chef baked your favorite cookies. I wrapped them up for you.” she shoved them into her son’s hand. “Off you go then.” She shooed them away and they left hand in hand with a wave back at her.
Continued in part 38 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/11313.html
Umm. So this happened, which was not quite as intended. I blame J2.