Big Bang 2013: Have Hatred and Gravity Won - 3/19
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Part Three
Jared tugged on the chain leash as he unlocked it, and Jensen stretched and yawned on his thin floor mattress. Being chained to the wall like a dog, for hours at a time, was not a possibility Jensen considered when he took this assignment. President Padalecki’s son didn’t actually require much service. Jensen wasn't permitted to mix with other slaves, and Jared’s Pa had demanded that he be locked down every night, and whenever he was alone. He had to hand it to the old bastard; he had a sense of self preservation. It made Jensen’s task more difficult, but not impossible. As for Jared, well, he didn't bother to pretend that it didn't turn him on to have Jensen kneeling pretty on a leash for him. Considering the kid got a hard-on if Jensen as much as growled at him, he seemed to be experiencing some confusion.
Jensen was five days into his mission. The optimum date for JD's attack was fourteen days, with a window of two days either side. His back was healing well, his bruises were gone, and he'd been provided with basic clothes that were old and worn soft, so they didn't chafe his skin. Jared's behavior remained erratic, but he hadn't disciplined Jensen with more than a collar-choke since the night of the banquet. Generally, Jared seemed to enjoy Jensen's company, and there was an easy affection developing. It was time for Jensen to step his game up another notch.
Jared ticked tasks off on the fingers of his right hand, “Cleaning, laundry, restock my fridge and coffee-maker, restock toiletries, clean the a/c filter. Don’t disturb me.” Jared threw himself flat on his bed with his math books strewn around him, stared at his page, and chewed on his pen. Every now and then, Jensen heard the rustle of paper being rolled into a ball, and the ‘phut’ of it hitting the side of the trash can. The kid was a good shot; Jensen rarely had to pick the debris of his failed homework off the floor.
“I can’t believe Pa makes me stay here while you work. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
Jensen sprayed the shower cubicle with cleaning foam. He rolled his eyes, because he could. Jared had been in a sulk since breakfast, when he discovered his bacon was sweet-cured rather than smoked. Jensen thought Jared should get a lesson on how many people in Monkota couldn't afford breakfast at all, but it was in his interest to be sympathetic. He attempted to make him smile. “I’d be more fun if you let me work naked,” he offered. He didn't have to see Jared to know it would make him blush. “Or, I could kiss you for every math question you get correct,” he called out.
“How about I kiss you, if you shut up and let me concentrate?”
“Ha!” Jensen laughed, and rinsed the foam away. It was strange how easily they seemed to fit together. Jared had none of the cold formality of his father. If Jensen ignored the collar around his neck, his simmering resentment, and the mission in his head, he could almost pretend they were friends.
They worked in companionable silence until Jensen leaned over Jared to dust the picture above his headboard. “You know scribbling over it won’t solve the problem, right?”
Jared looked up and frowned, “It doesn't matter how many times I calculate, the sum is always wrong.”
“Maybe your Pa can help you?”
“It only makes him angry when I study. He thinks I should be in the army.”
Jensen sat next to Jared, on the bed. “You could go on-line with the problem.”
“Already tried that,” Jared huffed.
“I could help. Former accountant, n’all.” Jensen didn't regard himself as particularly good at math, but he knew enough to deal with explosives, armaments, speeds, and trajectories. He had watched Jared struggle with the topic for a few days and knew he could solve the questions.
“Really? You’d do that for me?” Jared’s face shone with hope, and his smile formed dimples in his cheeks. Jensen felt his heart thaw to him, just a fraction.
“Of course. Shuffle over.”
They lay side by side on the bed, with their bellies to the covers and their elbows propping them up. Their heads bent together and body heat was shared, but their attention was on the numbers. Jensen worked through the first problem, and explained every step, before handing the pen to Jared and letting him calculate the next, with his guidance.
“What will you do with your education?” Jensen asked, after the third problem was answered.
Jared turned to lie on his side, facing Jensen, “I don’t know. I was going to study engineering. I had this stupid ambition that I would design something useful. I fancied myself as some sort of Roebling or Brunel.”
Jensen mirrored Jared’s position on the bed and they lay comfortably, a few inches from each other. “Why do you think it's stupid? You're too young to give up your dreams, Jared."
Jared smiled sadly. “How do you think this is going to end?” He gestured around him, indicating the compound in general.
“I don’t know. Why are you even here, Jared? Your mother took you away when you were nine, and you were safe living in the U.S. You can build rail track and bridges anywhere. Why would you come back?”
Jared looked wistful. “We were poor, and I didn't get on with our stepfather.”
Jensen's gut twisted. He remembered the details of his own stepfather's face, his filthy breath, and the way his calloused fingers felt on his skin. No, please, stop. Ma, Ma, please... He closed his eyes but the images that haunted him were in his head. He had to ask, "Your stepfather... did he...hurt you?" A part of him wanted Jared to have felt the pain of abuse.
"No, god, no, he didn't hit me or anything, but he made it plain he didn't want me."
Jensen let his tension go with a shudder. "It still doesn't explain why you're here."
“When I was little, Pa was a factory worker, a shop steward with political aspirations. He spent a lot of time with me. He would help with my homework. Sometimes, on days off, he would take me fishing or camping. When he was around, it felt safe, and most of the time it was fun. When Ma died, he visited without any fuss or entourage, and he cried. You shouldn't believe all the crap the media spout. Marriages fail, and they were in the spotlight."
Jensen nodded.
Jared continued, “Pa offered to fund school. He asked if I wanted to go home with him. I’m a teenager. Who wouldn't right? He’s the freakin’ President. There was a swimming pool, and parties, girls, alcohol and slaves.” He paused, "…and I missed him," he admitted reluctantly.
“Your brother and sister, Megan and Jeff didn't come.” Jensen worded it softly.
“Yeah, I didn't listen.” Jared shut his eyes, and when they opened again, they were wet, “He’s changed. I mean, he was always driven, and that’s good isn’t it? He wants the best for everyone. It’s stressful for him. The people around him, they manipulate him. He didn't used to be intolerant. Politics does that to a person, suppresses what they are, in favor of what they need to be. What you've seen, that’s us at our worst. There are better days.”
Jensen laid his hand over Jared’s and Jared curled his fingers back into it, “He’d let you go back though?” he asked
Jared scowled at him, “It's not safe to travel. I’m not a hostage!” The retort was heated and fast.
“Of course,” Jensen soothed. He rubbed calming circles into the back of Jared’s hand with his thumb.
“He’s still my father. He still loves me. He’s not a monster, and he isn't evil.”
Jensen had a whole list of rebuttals for Jared's arguments. He had to wonder how Jared could deny his own treatment at his father’s hands, but it wouldn't get him where he wanted. He stayed calm, and let the kid grip his hand and keep talking. He listened avidly, taking care to memorize every detail, from the names of Jared’s childhood pets, to his engineering ambitions of dams and bridges. Over time he let the gap between them close, until he could feel the warmth of Jared’s body, and sense goose-bumps on his skin.
Eventually Jensen felt the heat of Jared's stare. He looked up into serious hazel eyes. “You’re a good listener. Do you have children?”
“No. I had a niece, but she’s just a baby. I don’t want her to know about me. Slaves don’t have their own family. You’re my family now, Jared.”
Fingertips reached to trace Jared’s mark on Jensen’s cheek. It itched and burned. “No, you’re mine,” reminded Jared, “I should hate what I did to you, and what happened to Fin, but I don’t. I like having you.”
If Jensen was developing any sympathy for Jared, then that admission swept it away on a landslide of selfish. None of it was about feelings though, Jensen was sure he kept those locked away safely, where even he could no longer find them. Jensen brought their clasped hands to his lips and kissed Jared’s fingers. “You’re a good son. You deserve more.”
Jared’s cheeks tinged just a little more pink and he wriggled close to whisper in Jensen’s ear. “I got three math questions right.” He took a deep breath as Jensen licked a stripe up his neck and playfully delved a wet tongue in his ear. He continued with a slight shake in his voice, “I keep thinking about the way you kissed me before, and being your baby boy.”
Jensen silently congratulated himself on his tactics. “Does my baby boy want a reward?”
Jared nodded eagerly.
“Lock the door, take off your shirt, and come back to me, Jared.”
“Really?” Jared looked surprised, and made no move.
“There’s a limit to the amount of teasing a man can take from a Lolita like you.” Jensen dragged his fingers down Jared’s neck, and circled his nipples under the fabric of his tee shirt, “You have been shaking that ass at me from the moment you claimed me.”
Jared’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, “If we did …if I liked it… you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? How it is with us?”
Jensen unhooked their hands and smoothed a palm over Jared’s shoulder, “Jared, you should have worked out, by now, that I wouldn't do this just because I can, because you own me, or because you can punish me. Yes, you’re young and sexy, but I care about you. I wouldn't hurt you that way. You do get that, don’t you?” Jensen widened his eyes, and tilted his head to appear innocent and loyal.
“Okay, um,” Jared pushed himself up and crossed the room to lock the door. He slipped his tee over his head, and posed awkwardly.
Jensen sat on the edge of the bed. He chewed his lip. This part of the job was going to be a reward of its own. He was in control, and he wasn’t on the clock, or answerable to any Madam. He was going to enjoy every single moment, including the one at the very end, when Jared finally experienced what it was like to be deceived, discarded and left to die, in horror and pain. He pulled on all of his experience and crooked a finger to beckon the kid forward. Jared stood awkwardly in front of him, with his hands folded over his chest.
“No, don’t hide from me.” Jensen grasped Jared’s hands, and brought them down by his side, “Leave them there until I tell you.”
Jared curled his fingers into his palms, his pupils dilated with arousal, and it was matched by the growing bulge in his pants.
The buckle of Jared’s belt rattled as Jensen unfastened it and flipped his pants button open. He looked up into Jared’s face as he yanked the zipper down tooth by tooth, revealing a long, thick cock, straining to be free. He could appreciate it. “Oh, baby boy, it looks like you're jonesing for more than a kiss.” He pulled Jared’s pants down, over his pert, rounded ass, all the way to his knees, before dipping in to kiss the smooth head of his dick. “I bet you've been blown six ways to Sunday by willing slaves. Did you ever repay the favor?”
There was an embarrassed shuffle. Jared shook his head.
“Take them off.” Jensen gestured to the pants around his knees and Jared fumbled to obey, hopped and pulled at them, almost toppling in his haste. “Hey! No hurry!” He steadied Jared with a firm grip around the indent of his hips. “How many times have you been told that you’re beautiful?” Jensen pressed light kisses to his navel, reveling in the involuntary shiver he caused. There was another small shake of Jared’s head and for a second Jensen thought it was a pity, but beauty is more than a body. “You are stunning, Jared,” he affirmed. He patted the bed by his side. “I think you've earned those kisses. Now, sit by me!”
Jensen’s clothes were rough against Jared’s bare skin. His slave’s strong hand cupped the back of his neck and tugged his hair. His mouth crushed Jared's lips and sucked his tongue with heated demand. This was nothing like he’d ever done before. Jared was vulnerable and excited, with everything bared, and everything to lose. The ones he fucked before were mere appetizers, because this felt like his first time. There was an illicit thrill in believing in this man, this mere property who kept him wanting. He craved him, and it made him crazy, and it made him hard. It was only days since he whipped Jensen, yet he fell into his arms and trusted him to break the plummet. Jared gasped for breath between kisses, one hand reached for his needy dick and Jensen slapped it away, “Not yet,” he murmured into Jared’s mouth.
Jared reached to Jensen’s neck to slip his fingers around the circle of his slave’s collar and yanked his head back with force, to end their kiss.
Jensen stilled. His slick lips shone where they parted, “You seriously want to play that card, Jared? Because I will stop, and this will be over. Do you want to stop? Or will you trust me?”
“Stop and I will punish you,” Jared threatened.
“Oh, baby boy, your tantrum would cost you every bit of intimacy we have built. Fucking me would be the same as every other slave you've screwed; cold and empty.”
Jared whimpered. He knew he was being impatient, but he was horny and desperate and unused to the tease of waiting. He couldn't lose Jensen’s attention now. He pressed back to Jensen to plead with him, “I need it, god you have to touch me, but I’ll wait, I’ll trust you. Need you, please don’t stop.”
“You have to be sure. I won’t do this without consent.”
Jared curled into him and kissed his neck above and below his collar, “I consent. Now, please, please...,” he whined.
Jensen’s hands smoothed over his shoulders and continued down his back, tracing a delicious tingle down his spine. Fingers kneaded his ass cheeks and then scraped a nail-sharp path up his thigh. Jensen cupped Jared’s balls in his hand, squeezed them to just one side of painful. “Beautiful,” he growled, before dipping in to ravish Jared’s mouth again. He took Jared’s hands and put them on his zipper. Jared fumbled to release Jensen’s cock from his briefs but Jared was enthusiastically stroking it in a matter of minutes. The skin was velvet soft and warm. It was a satisfying size and weight in his hand and he jacked it from the slit beading with pre-come, over an impressive length to Jensen’s round and heavy sacs. Suddenly, Jensen's lips were gone and his fingers were in Jared’s mouth, tasting of salt and skin. "Get my hand nice and wet, gonna make you feel good."
Jared panicked and jerked his head back, leaving his mouth empty, "I've got lube."
Wet fingers stroked his cheek, "Hey. No. Not going to fuck you today. We're going to take it slow. I promise I'll make you feel good."
Jared’s body wasn't thrilled with the revelation. It was sure he was ready, but he knew Jensen was right; there had been a little fear. He wondered if it hadn't turned him on almost as much as his touch, but it was every bit as exciting, knowing that Jensen was going to take care of him. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to enthusiastically lick and suck Jensen's hand.
"Sshh, baby." Jensen nipped Jared’s lip when he started to cry out and grind his cock into Jensen’s willing, wet, hand. Jensen's touch was holy fuck incredible. It was like he had a map to every nerve ending. It was slow and steady, then firm and fast. Jensen dipped into the slit at the head and yet explored the base by his taint. He jacked to the throb of the veins that filled it so hard, and twisted his fingers under the head of his cock until Jared thought he could see stars. Whenever it got too intense and orgasm threatened, Jensen slowed or stopped, squeezed the base of Jared's cock and refused to let him climax, while his other hand roamed with electric touch, over Jared’s chest and neck, and into his hair, and pressed every sensitive spot until he shivered. Jensen kissed him like he was trying to steal breath. Jared was on edge, begging for release but he didn't want it to end, and Jensen wouldn't let him rush.
Fucking finally, when Jared was a writhing mess, and he thought his balls might explode with pressure, Jensen whispered a husky command in his ear, "Come for me." He felt like he had been waiting so long; he had been thinking about sex with Jensen since their first kiss. The anticipation had built to this, and now his senses were overloaded. He was an over eager teenager, about to blow his load. There was no thought for Jensen‘s needs, he couldn't wait. His orgasm consumed him with dizzying white ecstasy. He shuddered as come roped over Jensen’s hand, and onto his stomach. “Holy shit!” were the only words that made it past his lips.
Jared was still panting and delirious when Jensen sat up on the edge of the bed with his legs splayed wide, and maneuvered Jared until he was on the floor, kneeling in the vee of his legs. Jensen grasped his hair and pulled his head forward until Jared’s mouth was level with his erect cock. He thumbed Jared's lips apart to feed the tip of his eager, fat cock into his mouth. Jared tried to pull back but fingers tightened in his hair and he was urged forward, "You know you want something to suck on."
The taste was strange but not unpleasant. Jared swirled a tongue around the girth and sucked experimentally. It could have been the effect of his orgasm-high, but he thought he liked the weight on his tongue and the soft skin that slid over his lip into the hot cavity of his mouth. He sucked in his cheeks and hummed, as others had done for him.
Jensen threw back his head and swore, “Christ! You’re better than I imagined. A sweet and dirty boy.”
Jared wondered how it looked; the little bitch, on his knees for his slave.
When Jensen started to thrust into his mouth Jared choked, then misjudged, and Jensen’s rigid dick battered the inside of his cheek. Jensen guided Jared’s hand to his shaft, showed him how to keep control. It didn't take long before Jensen was filling his mouth with his seed, tilting Jared's chin to keep it in, and encouraging him to swallow. It was salty, warm and slightly bitter and Jared gagged. He swallowed once, and the rest dribbled from the side of his mouth. He hardly noticed Jensen’s open mouthed pleasure or the way he cleaned himself with a tissue and tucked himself back in. Jared remained naked in the company of his fully clothed slave.
Strong arms lifted him onto the bed and cuddled him under the covers. Jared couldn't believe he was fucked out, like never before, after a hand job. It felt so good. He couldn't keep his eyes open, but he felt the soft wipe of a face cloth cleaning him, and the tender kisses Jensen placed on his eyelids. He was secure, tucked into the old cotton of Jensen’s shirt, being rocked to the rhythmic lullaby of Jensen’s heartbeat.
“Sshh. So good, baby boy. Rest now.”
Jared closed his eyes and let sleep surround him.
Jared loved his dogs and his siblings, Jensen loved that about him, because guessing his passwords was a cinch. Jared also loved gaming, and Jensen loved that particular detail even more, because apparently, Jared had already hacked a tiny door through presidential security, in the name of World of Warcraft. God bless boys and their need for toys. He only had to hope that his team’s resident geek, Danneel, was feeling the need to kick dragon ass and investigate messages from Winchester, the green eyed mage.
Jensen worked with his tongue between his teeth, on the floor of Jared’s bedroom by the TV and games console. A clutter of DVDs and game ephemera surrounded him. He finished with a click of the last internet tab, and deleted his browser history.
The sound of fabric rustling, and a cough, was sudden, unexpected, and terrifying. “Jensen?”
Shit! Jared was supposed to sleep for longer than that. Jensen’s heart sped. He closed his eyes and offered a short prayer, but he couldn't afford to freeze. Being caught wasn't an option, because he wanted to keep his toenails and his liver intact. He ensured that his body blocked Jared’s view of the open laptop, and he flicked a large duster in his hand, using the movement as a distraction. With the other hand, he picked up a can of polish and sprayed it liberally around the television.
“Whatcha doin’?” Jared’s voice was slurred and sleepy.
“I didn't finish my chores. The dust in this corner is appalling.” He lifted a pile of boxed games from the shelf and made a show of wiping them, before making a stack on the floor, to further hide his activity.
“S’the static,” yawned Jared. “Mm. You’re very good at what you do, Jensen.” Jared laughed, and added a wickedly voiced and more wakeful, “Everything that you do.”
Jensen used two fingers behind the polish to disconnect the network cable and push it under the TV stand. He was feeling sick with every additional moment that passed with him exposed. The laptop screen clicked down, but the noise was covered by his sudden activation of the television, which blared with the gunfire and music of an old western.
“Holy hell! Turn the volume down before the sentries think that’s real.”
“Sorry, caught the button.” Jensen held the duster up in his defense, and leaned to turn the TV off. He palmed the remote control in a smooth move, and within moments it was in position for him to retrieve it at the same time as the network cable. He might not be a real-life mage, but he knew a thing or two about misdirection and illusion.
“Finish up there and make me some coffee. I’m wiped.” Jared’s head flopped back onto his pillow, and he closed his eyes. “Wake me up when it’s ready,” he added.
Jensen exhaled and let his breath steady. Games were replaced on shelves, and Jared’s laptop was back in exactly the same position as Jared always left it.
Two tablespoons of freshly ground Arabica, a teaspoon of sugar, a shot of caramel, and frothed milk, with a sprinkle of chocolate, smelled like heaven, and tasted even better. Jared sipped at it, and hummed his appreciation. “You should try it. It’s awesome,” he encouraged Jensen.
Jensen mimicked sticking his fingers down his throat. “It’s an explosion of sugar and froth, and a travesty to all coffee-kind,” he asserted.
Jared twirled his finger and pointed at his slave, “I bet you like yours dark and bitter.”
“Yup,” grinned Jensen.
Jared watched the carved initials, JP, shift on the man’s cheek as he smiled. It was healing, but the scar would remain. It didn't detract from Jensen’s beauty, only added to the thrill of knowing this strong, sexy man was his. Jared wondered if this is what a crush felt like. He hoped it never went away. “You can have coffee. Make yourself one whenever you want,” he offered.
Jensen poured a mug of thick black brew, and inhaled deep before tipping it back and savoring it. His lips circled the side of the mug, his neck elongated, and his throat pulsed obscenely as he gulped. He closed his eyes, as if in prayer and his eyelashes fluttered onto freckled cheeks.
Jared watched him. “Jesus! That’s positively pornographic, Jensen.”
“I've missed coffee,” Jensen admitted.
“It must be the fuel that accountants run on, eh?”
“Huh?” Jensen seemed confused for a moment, but he recovered. “Oh, yeah, definitely! I might have been addicted.”
Jared thought about the simple things Jensen must have taken for granted once. The collar around his slave’s neck suddenly seemed crueler than he had ever considered. “You can always have coffee, as long as I get to watch the show.” He patted Jensen on the shoulder, “If there’s anything else, any little thing that you miss, you can always ask. As long as it’s reasonable.” Jared waited for the expected retort about freedom. It was a relief when Jensen didn't rise to the opportunity.
“How about what you miss?” Jensen’s green eyed gaze seemed to bore into him. “Don’t you ever want sunshine on your skin, or to feel the wind in your hair? This place has to feel like a prison for you.”
Jared shrugged. The compound drove him crazy, but it did include miles of woodland and lake, carefully monitored by cameras and microphones. It was large enough to be lonely, and intrusive enough to feel like confinement. He wasn't stupid though, outside the gates was civil unrest and danger, and he was a prime target. Some days were better than others, but there hadn't been any good days in a while. He considered the options. “I used to ride, but the horses have been taken somewhere quieter. There’s a fishing lodge by the lake. It's nice there, but it’s no fun on my own.”
“So, take me. It’s what I’m for isn't it? To serve and amuse you?” Jensen’s head was tipped in question and he looked earnestly at Jared. “I could pack a picnic, and coffee in a thermos, and you can pretend to be deep in yeti country, just for the day. It would be good for you.”
“Do you even fish?”
“You can teach me. It’ll be fun. You’re seventeen Jared. You do remember fun, don’t you?”
“Do you want to go fishing, Jensen?” Jared asked with a chuckle.
“Hell, yeah! I want to see you in daylight. I need proof that you aren't a vampire.”
“I’d have to activate the shock capability on your collar.”
“I’m not intending to scale any fences, or swim. I think I can handle it.” Jensen frowned and corrected himself, “Assuming the thing doesn't malfunction. The shock won’t go off on its own will it?”
“It will only activate if I want it to.”
Jensen looked nervous.
“Relax, I won’t.”
Jensen bounced on his heels. “Good. What day will I make arrangements for?”
His enthusiasm gave Jared a warm glow, and he didn't have to think about it. He felt light and happy, with something to look forward to. “We’ll go next Thursday,” he answered, “There is always a big military meeting on Thursdays, so there'll be nobody at the lake, and no-one to snitch on us." He paused, and added, "And we’ll take beer.”
Part four