SPN: Mating Quest Chapter Two
Title: Mating Quest
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, JDM, OCs.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,606
Kinks/Warnings: This part: dub-connish nosing/groping, masturbation.
Eventual kinks/warnigns include sentient bestiality with toppy Jensen (he's a werewofl) and gay human sex with toppy Jared.
Summary: Jensen is a werewolf from an old-school pack. Upon reaching maturity he's been sent on a mating quest to find the mate to bear his cubs. Instead, he finds Jared, and decides that he'd make a better mate than some delicate female anyway. Now to convince the human of that.
Chapter One
~*~
Jensen happily lay on his side by Jared's feet, getting his stomach rubbed by a foot while the human was playing some loud game on the computer. He wasn't entirely sure what it was - given his pack's stance on technology he was lucky he knew what a computer looked like - but there was gunfire and the occasional scream, and Jared seemed to be enjoying it.
“Hah! Take that you fucker!”
Correction: he was enjoying it a lot. Jensen rolled his eyes, but didn't try to interfere. Jared smelled happy, that was enough for him.
A few minutes later, Jared bent down and ruffled the fur on Jensen's neck. He opened his eyes to see what the human was up to this time, only to see him grinning in childish glee.
“I really should name you if you're gonna stay here... how about Fluffy? You're big and fuzzy.”
Jensen's ears twitched and he did his best to glare. He drew the line at being called Fluffy.
“No? Okay. Um... I guess Rover's out. Too common, anyway.” Jensen was relieved at that. “How about... Emmy? 'Cause your eyes...” Jared trailed off as Jensen glared again. “Huh. Picky picky. Wel...” He turned back to his computer for a moment, then glanced back at Jensen.
“What about Jens? It's the name of the guy who leads our team.”
At that, Jensen sat up and butted Jared's hand with his head. That name he could certainly deal with.
“Okay. Jens it is. ...Guess I should probably get you a collar and register you, huh?”
Jensen looked up at him, then turned and curled up on the floor again. He wasn't looking forward to the collar part of living with Jared.
“Hey, don't be like that,” Jared spoke in a low, coaxing tone that Jensen really wanted to listen to. “Not like I can do anything now - it's Saturday afternoon, the registry won't be open again until Monday. So please cheer up?”
Jensen raised his head again and looked up at Jared. The human seemed so concerned about getting Jensen to like him, it soothed some of his unease. So when Jared leaned down to tentatively stroke Jensen's head, the werewolf twisted a little and instead licked Jared's fingers.
“Attaboy,” Jared was smiling again. “You're kinda creepy-smart, but you're awesome too. Don't know why I never got a dog before.”
Deciding to take it as a compliment, Jensen gave Jared's fingers a final lick before resting his head on top of the man's foot. Jared chuckled, then went back to the computer.
~*~
Jared shifted nervously as he stood at the kitchen bench, preparing dinner. He'd already had a conversation with Sasha that confirmed it the split. She wasn't coming back, and didn't want to hear from him again. To make matters worse, Jeff had invited himself around for dinner and Jared wasn't sure if the guy was going to take 'no' for an answer again.
While Jared was a big guy, and strong, he didn't like the idea of having to fight Jeff if he got too handsy. He simply wasn't a violent man by nature - his friends had a tendency to compare him to an overgrown puppy at times.
Jens chose that moment to amble into the kitchen and sit by Jared's side, staring up at the food on top of the bench. Now that Jared thought about it, Jens was actually a very big dog - sitting like this, his nose managed to poke over the top of the bench. The thought occurred to Jared that maybe, just maybe, the fact that he had such a large dog might act as a deterrent for Jeff. After all, the man knew about Jared's lack of aggression, but he wouldn't know about Jens' temperament.
The idea of having his own personal guard dog cheered Jared up a little, and he happily gave Jens the fat that he'd trimmed off the meat.
“You're gonna help me out tonight, aren't you?” He asked as Jens happily gulped down the trimmings. “You'll make sure Jeff knows not to try anything.”
He might have imagined it, but Jared was almost positive that Jens winked at him.
~*~
The knock at the door that evening startled Jensen out of his nap, and he grumbled to himself in a way that came out as a series of whuffs and small growls as Jared got up from being an awesome pillow. Stupid guests.
“Hey Jeff,” Jared spoke once the door was open, and Jensen was immediately on alert. Jared now smelled nervous and unsure, and he didn't like the way the other man smelled either, desire and danger both aimed as his person.
“Hi Jared,” the visitor - Jeff - spoke in a low tone. Jensen decided to make his presence known and ambled into the hall, hackles raised a just a little. He sat at Jared's side and stared at the stranger's throat in a way that he knew would be off-putting.
“Oh yeah, Jeff, this is Jens, my dog.”
Jensen took a great deal of satisfaction in the way that Jeff's eyes widened, suddenly smelling a lot less cocky. Jared's hand was gently stroking the top of Jensen's head, and his human seemed to be gaining some confidence with him here.
“Jared, that's not a dog. That's a wolf.”
“Nonsense,” Jared smiled down at Jensen, playing with his ears a little. “Would a wolf know what a pile of blankets is for? He's just a big dog. Jens has been making sure I'm not too lonely.”
“When did you get him?” Jeff asked cautiously, though he was taking off his coat and not seeming inclined to leave. That was annoying.
“I found him last night,” Jared turned and headed back into the kitchen. “Poor thing was wandering around in the rain, completely soaked. I brought him in and dried him off, fed him, and gave him a place to sleep. He seems pretty happy to stick around.”
“So he could be someone else's?”
Jensen couldn't help but let out a small growl as he caught the whiff of apprehension from Jared.
“Well, maybe... I'll take him to the council office on Monday, see if he's registered. If not, I'm gonna keep him.”
So there, Jensen thought as his tail wagged. He didn't like thinking that he might have to leave Jared. Knowing that Jared wanted him to stay as well was greatly soothing.
“Jared...”
“Please Jeff,” Jared turned to look at the other man, and Jensen was immediately jealous again. “Just leave it. If he belongs to someone I'll give him back. I just... I really like having a dog.”
“Okay,” the man nodded, gaze dropping to the bottle he held in his hand. “Here, I brought this. Thought we could have it with dinner.”
“Thanks,” Jared smiled a little, making Jensen really want to chase the other man away. How dare he make Jared look like that? Jensen shook himself out and lay down next to the dining table. He'd just have to make sure that Jeff didn't try any funny business.
~*~
As the meal went on, Jared slowly started to relax. Jeff was actually being friendly, flirting a little but not too much. Jens was a constant presence by his side, green eyes watching every interaction as though judging whether it was too pushy, and he was a great comfort. The wine Jeff had brought was a good companion to the meal, adding to Jared's ease.
“Here Jens,” Jared grinned as he lowered his glass. “You want to try some?”
Jens sniffed at the wine, then lapped at it. Jeff made a choking sound, and when Jared looked up his persistent suitor was trying to stifle a laugh.
“Sorry,” Jeff shook his head, grinning. “You're sharing your wine with a wolf. I didn't think you could get any more adorable.”
Jared felt himself flush, but decided that now was the time to finally put his foot down.
“Look, Jeff,” he started, hand reaching down to grasp Jens' fur to give him strength, “I... I meant it when I turned you down. I'm just not interested, and... when you keep saying stuff like that, it's getting kinda creepy.”
Across the table, Jeff blinked in apparent surprise, then scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Ah jeez, I'm sorry,” his shoulders slumped, and Jeff really did look apologetic. “I didn't mean to creep you out. I guess I'm just not very good at the whole subtlety thing. So... this is the final 'not gonna happen', no chance of changing your mind?”
“Sorry,” Jared looked down. “I just can't picture us like that. I mean, tonight's been good, but... I'm not interested in being your boyfriend, and I hate one night stands. So...”
“I get it,” Jeff nodded. “You kicking me out, or do I get to stay if I promise to behave?”
Jared looked up, and for once Jeff actually looked sincere. So Jared nodded.
“Yeah, if you can keep it to friends level we can still hang out.”
“Deal. But boy, you gotta figure out how to quit sending 'bend me over and fuck me' messages.”
“What?” Jared squeaked, jolting upright. Jens looked up and let out a brief whine, while Jeff laughed.
“I kept asking,” Jeff tried to explain, “because every time you and I are alone you hunch in on yourself and look down, you act a lot like a sub. I thought... well, I guess I got the wrong message from it. Thought you wanted someone to hold you down and mount you.”
“I... no, that's...” Jared was struggling to find the right words. He hadn't realised that he'd been acting like that.
“It's okay,” Jeff waved off his concerns. “Now I think about it, it was probably just the fact that you were uncomfortable. So I promise I'll back off. Now, let's change the subject - where the hell did you learn to cook so well?”
“My mom,” Jared managed to relax as the talk turned to something other than his supposedly repressed submissive tendencies. “She insisted that if I was going to live by myself I should know how to cook properly. Didn't want me wasting money on 'greasy cardboard', as she put it.”
“Smart woman.”
“Yeah.”
~*~
Jensen licked the plates clean while Jared was seeing Jeff out. It had been quite an interesting night - and once Jeff had stopped trying to bed Jensen's intended mate, the man had actually turned out to be okay. Jensen was particularly looking forward to the spare rabbits that Jeff had promised to drop off for him after his frequent hunting trips.
When Jared came back into the kitchen, Jensen's ears pricked up and he turned to watch the human. There was a bright flush to his face, the sharp scent of embarrassment, but underneath that... arousal?
Jared seemed to avoid looking at Jensen, and instead gathered the plates and started washing them, muttering under his breath as he did so.
“Fucking Jeff, putting ideas in my head... not gonna happen, calm down. Not spreading 'em for a dog.”
That caught Jensen's attention in a flash. Had Jeff suggested... no, it couldn't be.
But the fact that Jared was avoiding looking at him, was smelling even more of arousal, was telling him that it was. Jeff had apparently implied that Jared belonged underneath Jensen.
Suddenly, Jensen decided that he really liked Jeff.
To test the theory, Jensen quietly moved behind Jared, and gently nosed at his backside. Jared froze and tensed up, but he didn't move away or shout, which was a win in Jensen's mind. So he kept nosing, applying a little more pressure.
“Jens... what...” Jared sounded breathy and unsure, but this close Jensen could smell the arousal starting to overcome the embarrassment. He knew that his tail was wagging madly even as he rubbed his snout over where he knew Jared's hole would be, and he wanted to howl in triumph when Jared's legs spread a little wider.
From this position, Jensen could not only nose at Jared's behind - he could also reach down and nose further between the spreading legs, putting pressure on Jared's balls and hardening cock.
“Fuck,” Jared was bending forwards a little, and Jensen really wanted to just rip the pants off of him. “This isn't... this can't be happening...”
Jensen ignored the slight protest, figuring that if Jared didn't want to experiment then he'd actually say something, or at least close his legs. Instead, he huffed out a warm breath and felt as Jared's cock seemed to perk up even more.
“Oh shit,” Jared whispered. Jensen felt as the large man started to press back against him, and he closed his eyes in delight. This was working. This was actually working.
Then Jared was almost jumping away, and Jensen whined in confusion as he watched Jared flee the kitchen, slamming the door to the stairs behind him.
He knew that it was probably a lot for the human to process, but it still hurt to be rejected so harshly, when all he'd been trying was to bring his intended mate some pleasure. Jensen trotted over to the door and whined, pleading to be let upstairs.
When no answer came, he eventually curled up next to the door, ready to wait for Jared to come down in the morning.
~*~
“I'm such a sick fuck,” Jared whispered as he knelt on his bed, forehead resting against the wall as he rapidly jerked himself off. It wasn't enough though, he needed more, and he let out his own whimper of frustration.
Reluctantly, he moved off the bed and searched the room for something, anything to use to ease the way. He found Sasha's destroyed clothes, and let out another low sound of need. Fuck, he wanted someone to feel that possessive about him, he wanted someone to love him more than anything else... but could he really accept that from a dog?
He heard Jens whining at the bottom of the stairs, and it took all of Jared's self-control not to go down and bend straight over. He was too scared though, he didn't know enough about how dogs did that sort of thing.
Finally, Jared found a bottle of hand-lotion that Sasha must have left at some point, and retreated back to the bed. Slicking up his hands, he used one to continue stroking himself while he quickly shoved a finger into his entrance with the other hand.
“FUCK!” Jared shouted, arching up. He'd gone too fast, he knew, but he just needed something in there, needed something filling him to really get him off. He slid his finger in and out, matching the rhythm on his dick, pushing another in before he finally gave in and stopped trying to picture Sasha with a strap-on, or even Jeff kneeling above him.
Jared's mind briefly pictured himself on all fours, Jens pounding into him, before he was coming all over himself, body writhing as he came harder than he ever had with Sasha.
As he came down from the high, Jared was panting and trembling, sure of one thing.
Tomorrow he was doing some research. And then he was going to let Jens fuck him.
Chapter Three
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, JDM, OCs.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,606
Kinks/Warnings: This part: dub-connish nosing/groping, masturbation.
Eventual kinks/warnigns include sentient bestiality with toppy Jensen (he's a werewofl) and gay human sex with toppy Jared.
Summary: Jensen is a werewolf from an old-school pack. Upon reaching maturity he's been sent on a mating quest to find the mate to bear his cubs. Instead, he finds Jared, and decides that he'd make a better mate than some delicate female anyway. Now to convince the human of that.
Chapter One
~*~
Jensen happily lay on his side by Jared's feet, getting his stomach rubbed by a foot while the human was playing some loud game on the computer. He wasn't entirely sure what it was - given his pack's stance on technology he was lucky he knew what a computer looked like - but there was gunfire and the occasional scream, and Jared seemed to be enjoying it.
“Hah! Take that you fucker!”
Correction: he was enjoying it a lot. Jensen rolled his eyes, but didn't try to interfere. Jared smelled happy, that was enough for him.
A few minutes later, Jared bent down and ruffled the fur on Jensen's neck. He opened his eyes to see what the human was up to this time, only to see him grinning in childish glee.
“I really should name you if you're gonna stay here... how about Fluffy? You're big and fuzzy.”
Jensen's ears twitched and he did his best to glare. He drew the line at being called Fluffy.
“No? Okay. Um... I guess Rover's out. Too common, anyway.” Jensen was relieved at that. “How about... Emmy? 'Cause your eyes...” Jared trailed off as Jensen glared again. “Huh. Picky picky. Wel...” He turned back to his computer for a moment, then glanced back at Jensen.
“What about Jens? It's the name of the guy who leads our team.”
At that, Jensen sat up and butted Jared's hand with his head. That name he could certainly deal with.
“Okay. Jens it is. ...Guess I should probably get you a collar and register you, huh?”
Jensen looked up at him, then turned and curled up on the floor again. He wasn't looking forward to the collar part of living with Jared.
“Hey, don't be like that,” Jared spoke in a low, coaxing tone that Jensen really wanted to listen to. “Not like I can do anything now - it's Saturday afternoon, the registry won't be open again until Monday. So please cheer up?”
Jensen raised his head again and looked up at Jared. The human seemed so concerned about getting Jensen to like him, it soothed some of his unease. So when Jared leaned down to tentatively stroke Jensen's head, the werewolf twisted a little and instead licked Jared's fingers.
“Attaboy,” Jared was smiling again. “You're kinda creepy-smart, but you're awesome too. Don't know why I never got a dog before.”
Deciding to take it as a compliment, Jensen gave Jared's fingers a final lick before resting his head on top of the man's foot. Jared chuckled, then went back to the computer.
~*~
Jared shifted nervously as he stood at the kitchen bench, preparing dinner. He'd already had a conversation with Sasha that confirmed it the split. She wasn't coming back, and didn't want to hear from him again. To make matters worse, Jeff had invited himself around for dinner and Jared wasn't sure if the guy was going to take 'no' for an answer again.
While Jared was a big guy, and strong, he didn't like the idea of having to fight Jeff if he got too handsy. He simply wasn't a violent man by nature - his friends had a tendency to compare him to an overgrown puppy at times.
Jens chose that moment to amble into the kitchen and sit by Jared's side, staring up at the food on top of the bench. Now that Jared thought about it, Jens was actually a very big dog - sitting like this, his nose managed to poke over the top of the bench. The thought occurred to Jared that maybe, just maybe, the fact that he had such a large dog might act as a deterrent for Jeff. After all, the man knew about Jared's lack of aggression, but he wouldn't know about Jens' temperament.
The idea of having his own personal guard dog cheered Jared up a little, and he happily gave Jens the fat that he'd trimmed off the meat.
“You're gonna help me out tonight, aren't you?” He asked as Jens happily gulped down the trimmings. “You'll make sure Jeff knows not to try anything.”
He might have imagined it, but Jared was almost positive that Jens winked at him.
~*~
The knock at the door that evening startled Jensen out of his nap, and he grumbled to himself in a way that came out as a series of whuffs and small growls as Jared got up from being an awesome pillow. Stupid guests.
“Hey Jeff,” Jared spoke once the door was open, and Jensen was immediately on alert. Jared now smelled nervous and unsure, and he didn't like the way the other man smelled either, desire and danger both aimed as his person.
“Hi Jared,” the visitor - Jeff - spoke in a low tone. Jensen decided to make his presence known and ambled into the hall, hackles raised a just a little. He sat at Jared's side and stared at the stranger's throat in a way that he knew would be off-putting.
“Oh yeah, Jeff, this is Jens, my dog.”
Jensen took a great deal of satisfaction in the way that Jeff's eyes widened, suddenly smelling a lot less cocky. Jared's hand was gently stroking the top of Jensen's head, and his human seemed to be gaining some confidence with him here.
“Jared, that's not a dog. That's a wolf.”
“Nonsense,” Jared smiled down at Jensen, playing with his ears a little. “Would a wolf know what a pile of blankets is for? He's just a big dog. Jens has been making sure I'm not too lonely.”
“When did you get him?” Jeff asked cautiously, though he was taking off his coat and not seeming inclined to leave. That was annoying.
“I found him last night,” Jared turned and headed back into the kitchen. “Poor thing was wandering around in the rain, completely soaked. I brought him in and dried him off, fed him, and gave him a place to sleep. He seems pretty happy to stick around.”
“So he could be someone else's?”
Jensen couldn't help but let out a small growl as he caught the whiff of apprehension from Jared.
“Well, maybe... I'll take him to the council office on Monday, see if he's registered. If not, I'm gonna keep him.”
So there, Jensen thought as his tail wagged. He didn't like thinking that he might have to leave Jared. Knowing that Jared wanted him to stay as well was greatly soothing.
“Jared...”
“Please Jeff,” Jared turned to look at the other man, and Jensen was immediately jealous again. “Just leave it. If he belongs to someone I'll give him back. I just... I really like having a dog.”
“Okay,” the man nodded, gaze dropping to the bottle he held in his hand. “Here, I brought this. Thought we could have it with dinner.”
“Thanks,” Jared smiled a little, making Jensen really want to chase the other man away. How dare he make Jared look like that? Jensen shook himself out and lay down next to the dining table. He'd just have to make sure that Jeff didn't try any funny business.
~*~
As the meal went on, Jared slowly started to relax. Jeff was actually being friendly, flirting a little but not too much. Jens was a constant presence by his side, green eyes watching every interaction as though judging whether it was too pushy, and he was a great comfort. The wine Jeff had brought was a good companion to the meal, adding to Jared's ease.
“Here Jens,” Jared grinned as he lowered his glass. “You want to try some?”
Jens sniffed at the wine, then lapped at it. Jeff made a choking sound, and when Jared looked up his persistent suitor was trying to stifle a laugh.
“Sorry,” Jeff shook his head, grinning. “You're sharing your wine with a wolf. I didn't think you could get any more adorable.”
Jared felt himself flush, but decided that now was the time to finally put his foot down.
“Look, Jeff,” he started, hand reaching down to grasp Jens' fur to give him strength, “I... I meant it when I turned you down. I'm just not interested, and... when you keep saying stuff like that, it's getting kinda creepy.”
Across the table, Jeff blinked in apparent surprise, then scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Ah jeez, I'm sorry,” his shoulders slumped, and Jeff really did look apologetic. “I didn't mean to creep you out. I guess I'm just not very good at the whole subtlety thing. So... this is the final 'not gonna happen', no chance of changing your mind?”
“Sorry,” Jared looked down. “I just can't picture us like that. I mean, tonight's been good, but... I'm not interested in being your boyfriend, and I hate one night stands. So...”
“I get it,” Jeff nodded. “You kicking me out, or do I get to stay if I promise to behave?”
Jared looked up, and for once Jeff actually looked sincere. So Jared nodded.
“Yeah, if you can keep it to friends level we can still hang out.”
“Deal. But boy, you gotta figure out how to quit sending 'bend me over and fuck me' messages.”
“What?” Jared squeaked, jolting upright. Jens looked up and let out a brief whine, while Jeff laughed.
“I kept asking,” Jeff tried to explain, “because every time you and I are alone you hunch in on yourself and look down, you act a lot like a sub. I thought... well, I guess I got the wrong message from it. Thought you wanted someone to hold you down and mount you.”
“I... no, that's...” Jared was struggling to find the right words. He hadn't realised that he'd been acting like that.
“It's okay,” Jeff waved off his concerns. “Now I think about it, it was probably just the fact that you were uncomfortable. So I promise I'll back off. Now, let's change the subject - where the hell did you learn to cook so well?”
“My mom,” Jared managed to relax as the talk turned to something other than his supposedly repressed submissive tendencies. “She insisted that if I was going to live by myself I should know how to cook properly. Didn't want me wasting money on 'greasy cardboard', as she put it.”
“Smart woman.”
“Yeah.”
~*~
Jensen licked the plates clean while Jared was seeing Jeff out. It had been quite an interesting night - and once Jeff had stopped trying to bed Jensen's intended mate, the man had actually turned out to be okay. Jensen was particularly looking forward to the spare rabbits that Jeff had promised to drop off for him after his frequent hunting trips.
When Jared came back into the kitchen, Jensen's ears pricked up and he turned to watch the human. There was a bright flush to his face, the sharp scent of embarrassment, but underneath that... arousal?
Jared seemed to avoid looking at Jensen, and instead gathered the plates and started washing them, muttering under his breath as he did so.
“Fucking Jeff, putting ideas in my head... not gonna happen, calm down. Not spreading 'em for a dog.”
That caught Jensen's attention in a flash. Had Jeff suggested... no, it couldn't be.
But the fact that Jared was avoiding looking at him, was smelling even more of arousal, was telling him that it was. Jeff had apparently implied that Jared belonged underneath Jensen.
Suddenly, Jensen decided that he really liked Jeff.
To test the theory, Jensen quietly moved behind Jared, and gently nosed at his backside. Jared froze and tensed up, but he didn't move away or shout, which was a win in Jensen's mind. So he kept nosing, applying a little more pressure.
“Jens... what...” Jared sounded breathy and unsure, but this close Jensen could smell the arousal starting to overcome the embarrassment. He knew that his tail was wagging madly even as he rubbed his snout over where he knew Jared's hole would be, and he wanted to howl in triumph when Jared's legs spread a little wider.
From this position, Jensen could not only nose at Jared's behind - he could also reach down and nose further between the spreading legs, putting pressure on Jared's balls and hardening cock.
“Fuck,” Jared was bending forwards a little, and Jensen really wanted to just rip the pants off of him. “This isn't... this can't be happening...”
Jensen ignored the slight protest, figuring that if Jared didn't want to experiment then he'd actually say something, or at least close his legs. Instead, he huffed out a warm breath and felt as Jared's cock seemed to perk up even more.
“Oh shit,” Jared whispered. Jensen felt as the large man started to press back against him, and he closed his eyes in delight. This was working. This was actually working.
Then Jared was almost jumping away, and Jensen whined in confusion as he watched Jared flee the kitchen, slamming the door to the stairs behind him.
He knew that it was probably a lot for the human to process, but it still hurt to be rejected so harshly, when all he'd been trying was to bring his intended mate some pleasure. Jensen trotted over to the door and whined, pleading to be let upstairs.
When no answer came, he eventually curled up next to the door, ready to wait for Jared to come down in the morning.
~*~
“I'm such a sick fuck,” Jared whispered as he knelt on his bed, forehead resting against the wall as he rapidly jerked himself off. It wasn't enough though, he needed more, and he let out his own whimper of frustration.
Reluctantly, he moved off the bed and searched the room for something, anything to use to ease the way. He found Sasha's destroyed clothes, and let out another low sound of need. Fuck, he wanted someone to feel that possessive about him, he wanted someone to love him more than anything else... but could he really accept that from a dog?
He heard Jens whining at the bottom of the stairs, and it took all of Jared's self-control not to go down and bend straight over. He was too scared though, he didn't know enough about how dogs did that sort of thing.
Finally, Jared found a bottle of hand-lotion that Sasha must have left at some point, and retreated back to the bed. Slicking up his hands, he used one to continue stroking himself while he quickly shoved a finger into his entrance with the other hand.
“FUCK!” Jared shouted, arching up. He'd gone too fast, he knew, but he just needed something in there, needed something filling him to really get him off. He slid his finger in and out, matching the rhythm on his dick, pushing another in before he finally gave in and stopped trying to picture Sasha with a strap-on, or even Jeff kneeling above him.
Jared's mind briefly pictured himself on all fours, Jens pounding into him, before he was coming all over himself, body writhing as he came harder than he ever had with Sasha.
As he came down from the high, Jared was panting and trembling, sure of one thing.
Tomorrow he was doing some research. And then he was going to let Jens fuck him.
Chapter Three