Your Love and Your Longing Behind part 1/2
Title: All Your Love and Your Longing Behind (& part 2)
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural RPS/J2 AU (and non-explicit Jensen/OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An absurd 19,000 words based on this prompt at the spnkink-meme:
I've seen a bunch of prompts where stepdad!Jensen can't resist omega-in-heat!Jared, but I was thinking of it the other way around. When omega!Jensen married Jared's dad, Jared was still a little kid, and Jensen knows he shouldn't think of him this way, but at 17, Jared is now a hot young alpha. his husband is spending more and more time 'at work,' and Jared obviously has a crush on him too. Jensen's been taking heat suppressants for years because his husband isn't interested, but this month, he goes without, knowing his husband will be on a business trip out of town. he and Jared have plenty of privacy for their first mating frenzy. ¶ points for Jared knocking his stepomega up on the very first go-round.
I deviated in that they have a shit ton of sex before Jensen goes into heat and so I got a little burnt out by the time he actually does. Jared's also sixteen, not seventeen. And sometimes fifteen. Which leads me to
Kinks/Warnings: Underage! Cheating! Stepcest! Daddy!kink! (very very) Public sex/exhibitionism! Dirty talk! Mpreg! Knotting! Size! Cock worship and blowjobs and rimming and excessive description of ejaculate! Too much plot and exposition! Probably way too much schmoop. Playing rather fast and loose with an alpha/omega lore and physical logistics and San Antonio references. UNBETA'D! However, no mater how much it might seem like it's leading here, there is no: threesomes/polyamory or bestiality or ~real incest (tho I'm in support of all those things). OH and there is periphery Misha/Richard Speight, Jr. (who played Gabriel). IDK why, I just thought it was cute.
Acknowlodgements: Thank you to the mods of the spnkink-meme: you do a wonderful public service. And thank you to Florence and the Machine for writing a song that has nothing to do with this fic which inspired the title. And big thank you to the original anon prompter and to everyone who said they thought this would be hot because you made be first go back and read the prompt and second made me think people would read and enjoy this fic. Hope y'all do!
Jensen meets Jared and his dad Jack when Jared is eleven-years-old exactly. From the beginning, Jared strikes Jensen as a puppy: small for his age in baggy clothes, but huge hands hanging off skinny wrists, tripping over enormous ratty Chucks when he walks through the doors of the animal shelter. He goes directly to the main desk, gives him the smile that will be Jensen’s weakness for the rest of his life, and says, “Hello! It’s my birthday and I’m getting a dog today,” with all the confidence of an eldest alpha and Jensen really wants to ruffle the kid’s messy, overlong brown hair.
“You are? How lucky are you?” Jensen says, leaning on the counter and looking down at him.
“It’s not luck,” the puppy tells him. “I deserve it.”
And the kid’s alone, and looking kind of homeless, frankly, with a hole at the bottom of his shirt and mud caked on to the back of his pants, and Jensen’s alone on the other side of the counter, too, so he does it. Jared leans into the touch, rubbing his head right back into Jensen’s hand.
“I bet you do,” he says, just as the front door swings open again and one of the biggest, tallest alphas Jensen’s ever seen strides in.
It’s the boy’s dad, Jensen can tell right away. Jared could be a clone, their features and coloring is so similar. He’s the kind of muscled that always makes suits look obscene to Jensen, like porn star in a suit, or a wrestler-like that suit was meant to be taken off to reveal all the glory underneath, even though this suit is tailored to perfection. His top two buttons are undone and his tie is pulled loose, uncovering a tan throat and clavicles he wants to lick. He bets this guy has a knot the size of a fucking grapefruit. He’s well over six-foot, too, which is just the cherry on top. One of the reasons Jensen’s hasn’t been claimed is that most alphas can’t handle an omega who’s taller then them. Jensen snatches his hand back from this huge man’s kid and spares the not-homeless-puppy another glance when he whimpers and pouts at him.
Some alphas would break Jensen’s hand for touching their children, but not usually their alpha children, and not usually ones as old as the puppy. Jensen takes a deep breath, smiles with all the apology and modesty he can muster and says, “Afternoon, alpha. Your son was telling me he’s in need of a dog.”
The man smiles back and offers his hand. “That’s right. We decided this is the year he starts taking care of someone else, didn’t we, Jared?”
“Because being a good caretaker is the most important thing you can be,” Jared says.
Jensen was hard before, but now he’s pressing against the zipper of his jeans painfully. Slick is seeping out his hole, he can actually feel it. A man who looks like that and brings home those kinds of ideals? Jensen’s dreaming. That’s the only explanation.
“I’m Jack Padalecki,” the man says.
“Jensen Ackles,” Jensen croaks and has to clear his throat. Jack’s smile widens as he shakes Jensen’s hand.
“Can you show us the dogs now, please?” Jared says, standing on his tiptoes to put his forearms across the counter.
“What?” Jensen says, still shaking Jack’s hand.
“Dog,” Jack says, but he still doesn’t let go.
It takes Misha meandering behind the counter, back from his lunch, to pull Jensen out of it.
“Oh!” Jensen says. “Of course I can show you the dogs.”
He grabs an adoption form, a pen, and a clipboard, and leads them into the dog area. The kennel is organized by size and as much according to breed as he can manage because Jensen always takes patrons to the kind of dog he thinks will fit them best. He’s usually spot on. It’s a gift. Today’s the first time in a while the best fit coincides with the dog he most wants adopted and takes a shortcut to Harley.
Harley’s an English Mastiff mix. He’s still a puppy, not even four months old, but he’s already over a hundred pounds. Like Jared, if his paws are any indication, he’s going to be enormous. You need space, time, and energy for that kind of dog, and plenty of it, as well as a lot of patience for this dog in particular because he’s hyper and spastic as hell. Jensen’s been working off the clock to get him housetrained, make him a little more appealing, even though he’d hate to send Harley home with anyone who didn’t love him, goofy, clumsy energy and all.
If anyone’s come in him who’s perfect for Harley, it’s Jared. If Jack has the space, Jared has everything else.
Jared’s distracted by every dog they pass and has to stop and pet each one that will come to their gate, but he moves on easily enough. They’re just a couple kennels from Harley when the dog catches on that there are people nearby, rears up, and throws himself at his gate. Jensen winces. Not a great first impression.
Except it is because Jared runs and throws himself at the other side of the gate and coos, “Hey puppy, hey there, boy, look at you.”
“Do you have a yard?” Jensen says hopefully.
“We’ve got a couple of acres over by Woodlawn Lake,” Jack says and fuck it’s meant to be. There are great streets for running with your dog over there, a safe park Jared can go to by himself, and plenty of space for Harley to romp around in when they’re at home.
Jensen takes Harley out of his kennel, leashes him, and hands the leash to Jared. They take him out to the grass field in the back and Jensen walks with Jack a few yards behind Jared and Harley.
“I think we found the one,” Jack says.
“Harley’s perfect for him,” Jensen says. “I’m so thrilled. We were going to have to transfer him out to the suburbs, soon, where people have more space.”
“You really care,” Jack says, “don’t you? About the animals. About your job.”
Omegas are meant to be homemakers, that’s what a lot of people think. It’s common enough for omegas to go to college now, but in Texas? If you’re not claimed and starting a family before you can legally drink, something must be wrong. Working is for the ugly and the barren. It’s fucking bullshit. Jensen wants to be claimed as much as anybody, and he’s twenty-one next year, but he loves his job. He wants an alpha who will let him keep volunteering at the shelter unless he’s too pregnant to move, maybe even one who understands why Jensen wants to and encourages him.
Yeah, finding an alpha who’s over 6’2” and wants his omega to work? Jensen is forever alone.
Except then Jack says, “Come out with us tonight,” and Jensen can’t agree fast enough. They go to Big’z for burgers and to celebrate Jared’s birthday. They stop by Jensen’s tiny place so he can give Sadie her dinner and let her into the backyard until he gets home, and then they go to the Padaleckis’ gorgeous, sprawling house to settle in Harley. That night, he stands at Jared’s door next to Jack, the hallway light streaming over the bed where Jared and Harley are asleep next to each other.
“I’ve got to get home,” Jensen whispers. “I can’t leave Sadie alone overnight.”
“Who says you were getting an invitation to stay overnight?” Jack teases, but his gaze is hot and he presses Jensen up against the wall and kisses him thoroughly. “Come out with me tomorrow?”
Jensen agrees, of course, but he can’t spend the night again, for the same reason. So the next night they bring Sadie to Jack’s house before they go out. Jared adores her right away. She’s shy at first, like always, and seems downright scared of Harley, but Jensen explains to Jared how dogs like closed-in spaces and that, if Sadie gets too nervous, he should put her in the bathroom with a bone to comfort her, so he’s not too worried when they leave. Jensen trusts Jared. When he and Jack get home, Sadie and Harley are asleep in a pile at the base of Jared’s bed. And Jensen gets fucked for two hours straight.
They go out regularly for a couple weeks, sometimes alone, but just as frequently with Jared. Jack’s amazing. He’s an environmental business consultant and an ex-MMA fighter. He loves food and once Jensen cooks dinner for them, going out starts to mean going to the gourmet market Jensen could never afford by himself and buying ingredients for Jensen to work with. Jared’s amazing. He’s in the Gifted program at school and beats the pants of Jensen at Settlers of Catan. He plays soccer and basketball and when Jensen tells him he used to be a cheerleader, Jared doesn’t even tease him, just says, “That’s awesome!”
“You really don’t mind Jared?” Jack asks late one night while they’re lying in bed.
“Are you kidding? Jared’s the greatest,” Jensen says.
“I know. I know! He is. And Jared just adores you. But most omegas want to start their own families,” Jack explains and Jensen’s ready to say, fuck that, I love your family, we’ll just keep going, when Jack continues, “I feel like I got it right the first time with Jared, you know? I don’t-it’s important you know I don’t want any more kids.”
That’s the first downside to Jack that Jensen’s heard. He’s only let himself go into heat once since his first, last year with the long-term boyfriend Jensen’s ever had-“long-term” meaning three damn months before Kyle decided nine inches was too big a dick for an omega and split like a the scared little fucker he was-but the sex during heat? Was fucking phenomenal. A job like Jack’s, he probably gets a month paid mating leave and Jensen would like nothing more than to use it all-maybe not right away because Jared’s a little young to be left alone for the three or four days his heat would distract them, but in a few years. And Jensen would love to be pregnant. He grew up with a big family, two brothers and two sisters 1, and that’s what he’s always wanted for himself. The happiest he remembers seeing his mom was when she was heavily pregnant with Mac, Jeff on one side of her and Jensen on the other, reading C.S. Lewis. That’s what he’s always wanted.
But Jack’s tall and gorgeous, and wants Jensen to keep working at the shelter, and love’s Jensen’s dog, and has possibly literally the best son in the world, and a great big house that’s just waiting for an omega to make it a home. Jack’s a catch. The house is going to get an omega one way or another. This might be Jensen’s only chance and like hell he’s going to let some little bitch who doesn’t appreciate Jared-and Jack!-the way Jensen does cut in and take what should be his. So Jensen kisses Jack firmly and says, “You and Jared are all I need,” and the next night Jack goes down on one knee and pulls out a little robin’s egg blue box and proposes.
“Really?” Jared squeals and tackles Jensen to the floor before he can even say yes.
//
Jensen tries not to be pissed when Jack tells him he’s going to be gone for their five-year anniversary, he really does. Jack travels for work all the time-traveling to business’ headquarters and consulting them on how to green their operations is his job. He was gone one-hundred-and-forty days last year, over a third the year, and Jensen doesn’t mind, not really. But their fucking anniversary?
“That’s fucked up, Dad,” Jared says for him, popping a grape in his mouth and sliding off his stool.
“Thanks for that, Jay. And I’m sorry, babe,” Jack says. “I have to go. It’s the pitch meeting and this company is huge. I have to land this account.”
“I get it,” Jensen says and Jared scoffs. Jensen puts his hand around Jack’s neck and gives him a kiss. “It’s okay. I’m glad you found out now, before we planned anything.”
That’s not precisely true. Jensen reserved a table at Chama Gaúcha months ago because reservations get taken up fast, but Jack doesn’t know that. There’s still a couple weeks to go and Jack’s not a planner. He’d never think about it until the day before. Jensen takes a deep breath. It’s fine. He’ll cancel and some poor guy who doesn’t realize he should be a few months too late in calling will impress his date and get laid. On Jensen’s anniversary, while Jensen’s alone in his enormous bed. Awesome.
Jared helps him by changing the subject: “Can I drive you to school, Jen?” He’s had his learner’s permit for almost a year now and he’ll be more than ready for the test when he turns sixteen in a few days, no more practice needed, but he still asks Jensen to supervise on a regular basis.
“I’ve got time to go with you,” Jack offers. “We can take the Aston Martin.”
“That’s okay,” Jared says with a glance at his dad, and gives Jensen a slow smile. “Please?”
That fucking smile. Jared’s such a big guy now-not a man, Jensen can’t make himself say that yet-and Jensen still gets caught off guard. He shot up thirteen inches when he was thirteen and fourteen, and he’s spent the last year eating everything in sight and bulking up so his frame matched his height. They need to order him another uniform. His shirt is just this side of gaping between the buttons around his chest. And his tie is a mess, Jensen notices-he’ll have to fix that. Jared has had the same gorgeous smile since he was a little kid, Jensen knows from the family pictures all over the house, and he’s always been quick to smile at any little happy thing, but somehow that smile looks different in his new body. And it feels like Jared has a smile just for him, a little bit different than his usual. Maybe it’s something in the eyes.
Jensen smiles back at him. “Sure. You should get to work, anyway, Jack. You’ve got that lunch meeting with the Yahoo people.”
Jack frowns at them both for a moment, but then he nods, kisses Jensen on the cheek, pat’s Jared on the shoulder, grabs his briefcase, and leaves.
Jensen leans against the kitchen island and rubs the bridge of his nose. A headache is forming behind his eyes. He really needs to let this go and take care of some animals and come home and make a big dinner tonight, remind himself that he’s lucky and happy and one date doesn’t matter at all. He opens his eyes and sees a glass of water and two little red pills in Jared’s giant hands in front of him. He looks up. Jared’s smiling again.
“Headache?” he says.
“How’d you know?”
Jared motions for Jensen to open his mouth and he puts the pills on his tongue for him and puts the glass on Jensen’s bottom lip. Jensen takes the glass, their fingers tangling together against the condensation and swallows. Jared wipes Jensen’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Jensen smiles at him. “You know, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“That’s so fucking backwards,” Jared says. “Omegas grabbing their ankles whenever alphas feel the urge, licking the mud off their fucking boots. It’s a partnership. You take care of me, I take care of you.”
“Omegas want to be fucked just as much as alphas want to fuck them, I promise you,” Jensen corrects and he appreciates the credo, but that’s not exactly what he meant. “You’re my son,” he says and then he has to add, “Kind of. The only son I’m going to have.”
“That’s not true,” Jared says fiercely. For a moment, Jensen’s hurt-really hurt, like a punch in the chest, but then Jared’s there, chest right up against Jensen’s, his thigh pressing in between Jensen’s, right up against his cock.
“Do you-I can’t believe my dad doesn’t want to fuck you full of babies, Jen, doesn’t want to fill you up. I can just-see you all big and swollen-I bet you’d be so gorgeous pregnant, Jen, all-” He coughs and presses his head into the curve of Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “I can’t wait to be a dad, that’s all.”
For a moment, Jensen’s distracted by Jared’s smell, getting better and stronger and more mature every day, and his breath puffing against Jensen’s chest. Then he says, “We should go.”
“First period’s just typing,” Jared says. “I skip it all the time.”
Jensen can’t stop himself from moving his hands up to Jared’s shoulders, feeling the soft cotton, warm skin, and the hard muscles beneath that. “You shouldn’t…” he says, not sure if he’s talking about skipping class or something else.
“Ms. Cassidy doesn’t mind.” Jared lifts his head to look at Jensen. “Such a stupid required class. I don’t do any of the normal assignments. We just work on her website when I’m there.”
“My little genius,” Jensen says, wrapping one hand around the back of Jared’s neck, the way he did to Jack earlier. Jared has a much longer neck and the same soft, floppy hair he did when they first met.
“Not so little,” Jared whispers.
“Bigger than your dad.” It’s true. He’s got at least an inch on Jack already, three on Jensen. He’s a giant.
Jared growls at that and moves in-Jensen realizes what’s happening just in time to turn his head and catch Jared’s mouth with his check. Jared breathes out a laugh and kisses him on the cheek again, almost, almost finding the corner of his mouth.
Jensen stands up straight, cups Jared’s jaw with his hands and pushes him back, giving him his own light kiss on the cheek, reminding them both what’s okay. “Let’s get you to school, kiddo.”
Jared smirks like he knows exactly how much Jensen thinks of him as a kid anymore and steps back. “Okay. I’ll go grab my bag.”
Jensen lets out a shaky breath and splashes his face with some water. He’s a month out from going into heat, or probably less. That’s why Jared was acting like that. He’s tried to kiss Jensen three or four times in the past week. Okay, four, definitely four. So what if Jensen’s keeping track? They get caught in this mood, like being stuck in slow motion, or a pocket of steam, and then Jensen always ends up having to shake himself out of it and dodge a kiss. Pheromones are leaking from both sides; Jared can’t help himself. Jensen should make an appointment with his doctor to up his suppressant dosage. It’s going to be a rough next couple years while Jared’s still at home. Jensen’s at his most fertile and he’s reacting to two alphas, one of whom is constantly horny and going to pop his knot for the first time any day now.
Maybe he’ll meet a nice omega soon and claim him before he even graduates high school, like a good Texas boy. Or a beta, even though Jensen feels like betas should just be with betas. It’s sexist of him, but omegas need an alpha and they’re in limited supply. Betas don’t appreciate the knot enough, they couldn’t. Jensen really can’t picture what omega Jared might end up with-none of the kids he’s brought home so far have deserved him, not even close, but Jensen will deal with whoever, as long as they make Jared happy.
“Are you interested in anyone?” Jensen asks him on the way to school. “Chad hasn’t been over in a while.”
“Chad’s cool. But he needs to be with a chick so bad it’s crazy. Not even a beta should be that straight. But, yeah, I-I’ve got a big thing for somebody,” Jared says, staring at the road. “But, uh-it kind of can’t work. Ever. So I don’t know.”
“What, is he betrothed?” That’s pretty rare anymore, but it does happen, especially in the south. Usually pretty little omegas in big, old families, given to their father’s friends. It makes Jensen sick.
“Oh please.” Jared rolls his eyes. “I’d just steal him away and claim him as soon as my knot comes in, are you kidding?”
“Good boy.” Jensen reaches over and squeezes Jared’s knee. “Then what’s the problem?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like me,” Jared says with a smile.
Jensen grins. “Oh please.”
“You like me, Jen?”
“Of course! I love you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“You’re amazing, Jared. I’ve thought that since we first met.”
Jared sighs. “He’s taken. The guy I’m into. Like seriously, happily taken. And his alpha’s pretty awesome. Doesn’t treat him like I would, exactly, but he seems happy. I don’t want to fuck with that. Actually, I do. I’m desperate to fuck with that. But I shouldn’t.”
“And you won’t?” Jensen says, not sure if he sounds hopeful or worried or if he’s reading Jared right at all.
Jared just looks at him for a long time-so long he swerves off the road a little and the truck behind them honks for a very unnecessarily long time, the fucker. It’s only then that Jensen realizes where they are. Jared’s been circling for a while. He’s ten minutes late to first period.
“Slacking, hoss,” he says as lightly as he can. “Got to be on it for the test. You going take it on your birthday?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. And I might have seen something about a Ram with my name on the title in my dad’s email.”
“I know nothing,” Jensen says. “But you might want to have a license by the end of the week, yeah.”
“Think I’ll pop my knot before I turn sixteen?”
There’s a stupid macho competition about when an alpha’s knot forms for the first time, like it matters. Only a couple fourteen-year-olds have ever done it, and about ten percent do it before they turn sixteen, ninety percent before they turn seventeen. When he was a kid, Jensen had plenty of good sex with alphas before they popped. Jensen reminds Jared of this, and that, “The biggest knot I ever had? Jeff didn’t pop for the first time until he was nineteen.”
“My dad popped when he was fifteen,” Jared mutters, pulling into a space at the main high school parking lot. “Well, we’ll see. I’ve got three days, right? You’ve got to get to the shelter. Can you pick me up tonight? You get off right before practice is over.”
“Yeah, of course,” Jensen says. Jared nods without looking at him and gets out of the car.
Jensen doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he can’t leave it like this. It doesn’t matter that he’s a moody teenager or whatever. Misha’s got a twelve-year-old alpha he says doesn’t talk to him for days sometimes. Jensen can’t imagine that. In a lot of ways, Jared’s his best friend.
“Jared!” he calls. Jared’s mile-long legs have already taken him halfway across the lawn between the parking lot and the building and Jensen jogs after him. When he catches up, he grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. “You’re not your dad. You shouldn’t be. I would never want you to be anything but who you are, right?”
And that’s when Jared kisses him for the first time, mouth-to-mouth, no avoiding it. Jared puts one hand on Jensen’s cheek, the other on the back of his head and holds him there while he opens his mouth and licks across Jensen’s lips like a kitten, politely asking him to open his, too. He shouldn’t. He knows that. He’s completely aware of what’s happening-of Jared’s smell, of the little whimper he makes when Jensen does open his mouth, of the cool air around them and how hot Jared is in contrast. Shock has nothing to do with it when he grabs Jared by his tie and pulls him closer.
Jensen doesn’t know how long they’re kissing, but the bell signaling the end of first period interrupts them and brings him back to the lawn in front of Jared’s high school. Jared, his fifteen-year-old stepson, who unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off one arm without him even noticing. He ripped off one of the buttons, Jensen realizes, and then when he looks back up, realizes that he ripped a couple off Jared’s too, and got his tie most of the way off.
“Shit,” Jared says. “I’ve got Calc next, I have to go.”
Jensen’s at least a half our late to work. He puts everything else aside and goes into dad-mode: get Jared ready for school. He tugs his shirt back on and ties Jared’s tie in a quick, perfect Windsor knot after years of taking care of his brothers and his dad on Sunday mornings, which mostly covers the missing buttons. Jared’s mouth is bright red and he’s got some decent beard burn, but he’s okay.
“Go,” he says. Jared takes two steps and then looks back, his gaze worried. “I’ll be here at five to get you, Jared. Have a good day.”
Jared gives him the biggest, most brilliant smile and runs into the school.
“What the hell happened to you?” Misha says when Jensen stumbles into work.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jensen says.
“Your alpha gave you a good fucking, by the looks of it,” Misha says. “So I forgive you. Haven’t seen you look like that in a long time.”
Fuck.
//
The thing is, Jensen hasn’t gotten a good fucking in a long time.
Jack is wonderful-so wonderful that after (almost) five years of marriage, Jensen can count exactly two drawbacks to him as a husband: he doesn’t want kids and he has possibly the least active sex drive of any alpha Jensen’s ever heard of. Alphas and omegas are meant for breeding, microevolution to protect the survival of the species when beta men and women became less and less fertile. Jensen and Jack went at it like nature intended at the beginning, Jensen hanging off his knot for hours and coming four, five times a night. Then, about a year after the wedding, Jack went to Dublin on business for three weeks. The night he came back, they had sex like before, not passing out until four-thirty the next morning. “You’re too much for me, Jen, I swear,” Jack whispered before they went to sleep. Then they didn’t fuck for over a week. Once a week was the standard after that.
Jensen was pissed at first, and worried Jack was cheating on him. But omegas can smell competition better than alphas can, no matter what the knotheads like to say, and Jack wasn’t getting any more sex than Jensen was. He just didn’t want very much sex anymore, period. And when Jensen watched premium cable with Jared and the dogs in the middle of the afternoon, eating Ben & Jerry’s from the carton without worrying about wasting five bucks on empty calories, sun streaming down from the wall-to-wall skylights in the living room, it was fucking hard to complain that he had build a collection of dildos and take care of himself a few nights a week. He didn’t know how to bring it up, anyway, not when Jack was in front of his laptop past midnight half the time and still made sure he went to all of Jared’s games and weekly PTA meetings. Sex was probably too high on Jensen’s list of priorities, anyway.
//
It’s never bothered him, but Jensen’s actually closer in age to Jared than he is to Jack.
He keeps thinking about it all day at work. That and long, fat, constantly-hard teenage cock and that maybe Jensen doesn’t want to deal with any unworthy omega Jared decides to bring home. Maybe Jensen wants to know exactly when Jared pops a knot for the first time and maybe he wants to taste it until he knows the musky flavor by heart.
Maybe he’s hard all day, fingering the torn-off button hanging by one thin piece of thread on his shirt. Maybe he stuffs four fingers up his ass in the bathroom during his lunch break thinking about it.
Crazy what a kiss can do.
//
Jensen drives to the school at quarter to five and waits for Jared in the parking lot behind the gym. Jared comes out freshly showered, pink and damp, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and something white hanging around his neck. Especially considering what a beanpole he was less than a year ago, Jared is ripped now. Six pack, round pecs with perfect little brown nipples, biceps the size his thighs used to be. His skin is a dark golden tan, taut and smooth.
Jensen saw Jared topless yesterday. He’s not surprised to see how built his stepson is. And yet Jensen’s cock just gets harder as Jared saunters toward him and by the time he opens the door and leans over to throw his bag in the back, Jensen’s actually leaking through his pants. Jared smiles and drags his fingers over Jensen’s neck. Jensen tenses up, ready to be kissed, knowing he should stop this before it really starts, and then Jared says, “There, fixed your collar,” and Jensen actually physically deflates and he realizes: stop before it really starts? Ha! That is already completely out of his control.
Jared’s gaze rakes over him and it’s blazing when he meets Jensen’s eyes again. “Fuck,” he says. “Kidding, bad joke, fucking-”
And then his mouth’s on Jensen’s, fucking finally, Jensen’s waited hours for this, or years. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t been given a serious kiss in a few years, or maybe it’s how geared up he’s been all day, or maybe it’s something about Jared, but it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.
Jared pulls away and lifts his ass off the seat so he can pull down his shorts and his jockstrap at once. Jensen’s caught glimpses of Jared’s cock before, once when Jack threw him into the pool fully-clothed and Jared took his soaking clothes off outside, revealing his boxers plastered against his cock going enthrallingly halfway down his leg; another time when he’d taken a shower and was casually rearranging his towel just outside the bathroom door, sweet-smelling steam coming from behind him. Jensen didn’t realized he’d cataloged those glimpses so thoroughly until now. In any case, he knew Jared was big. Bigger than his dad, maybe, like the rest of him. But he figured he was a shower because how much more could a cock that size grow?
A fucking lot. The cock that’s quivering in between Jared’s legs is the biggest Jensen has ever seen and that includes the stars of Monster Knots 8: Split Him Open. Jared’s cock is as long as Jensen’s fucking forearm and as fat around as a soda can. His balls are the size of softballs, and if Jensen’s experience holds true, his knot will follow suit. He’s drizzling precome. This is quintessential alpha cock, made for an omega. A woman would hurt herself on that monster, never mind feeble beta ass. For a moment, Jensen can only stare.
“It’s not too big!” Jared whines. “…Is it?”
Jensen has to moan. “No, baby, no way. You’re gorgeous. I need you inside me, need you everywhere.”
He bends down and sucks Jared’s cockhead into his mouth. He isn’t even going to try to get more in his mouth, not at this angle, not when he’s this turned on. “Aw, Jen,” Jared moans. “Your fucking mouth. How have you never done porn?” Jensen grins and purses his lips the way he knows looks indecent. Jared’s pre-cum is delicious and Jensen sucks along the thick drizzle of it down the side of his cock.
Then Jensen needs Jared inside him. His ass is spasmodic, opening up and clenching at nothing, desperate to pull a cock inside. Jensen kicks off his shoes and shimmies his khakis off and his briefs mostly down his legs, hanging around one ankle, dress socks still on, but that’s fine. He turns around and straddles Jared, knees around the sides of the passenger seat. He bends down and pulls the setback release, throwing Jared almost flat.
Jensen looks out the window and remembers suddenly that they’re in a car and moreover, they’re at Jared’s school. Not even in a secluded place, scant yards from the gym entrance. A woman in a purple pantsuit is shuffling to her car, close enough that he can make out a run in her stockings. The windows were pretty well fogged up, but that doesn’t make it any less obvious what’s going on in here.
Jared circles his finger around Jensen’s pucker and then thrusts it up his pussy. Jensen moans, “We can’t, Jared.”
“Don’t think about my dad,” Jared hisses.
Fuck, Jensen hasn’t been thinking about Jack, but now he is. He’s going to cheat on his husband with his underage son in broad daylight. His son who’s so much bigger and wants to see him fat with his baby and Jensen’s too fucking turned on to be dissuaded. Every horrible thing about this situation just makes Jensen’s cock throb and his ass clench more.
He bends forward and kisses Jared messily. “Put another finger in me,” he says. “I don’t usually need any prep, but you’re so big, baby. My perfect baby boy, bigger than your dad.”
“Really?” Jared gasps, thrusting three fingers in and out of Jensen’s ass like a jackhammer.
“Way bigger than your dad. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever had inside me. Going to feel you where I’ve never felt anyone, baby. You going to fuck your bitch good, Jay?”
“Going to fuck you so good, Jen. Going to fuck you better than you’ve ever had.”
“You a virgin, baby? You asked me if your fat, gorgeous cock was too big earlier-no one ever tell you it isn’t?”
“Scared a couple guys off,” Jared admits.
“Fucking idiots,” Jensen says. “I knew none of the little assholes you go to school with deserved your cock, Jay.”
“No one but you, Jen.”
“Popping my son’s cherry in the middle of the afternoon. You mind if I call you my son, baby? You mind that I’m your daddy?”
“Daddy,” Jared groaned, grips Jensen’s hips hard between his huge hands, lines his pucker up with his own cockhead, and pushes him down. “Jensen, my Jensen, Jen, Jenny, Daddy, mine.”
It burns. A cock has never hurt like this before, not even Jensen’s first time when he was fifteen and small for his age in the locker room showers. It wasn’t just dirty talk before-his ass has never had to open up this much, stretching just for Jared’s cock. He’s never going to find someone as big. His boy cunt is stretched for good, broken for anyone else.
Even with no experience, Jared fucks from the bottom better than most, maybe because the angle of the car seat, and Jensen fucks him right back, moving until he can feel the mushroom head stretching at his pucker and then fucking back so he can feel Jared’s hot, wet balls slap against his ass. They’re so big and filled with come. He wants it all inside him, until it’s soaking his womb and dripping down his thighs, both. Jensen loves come, always has, loves it in his mouth, fed to him, sprayed all over his face, all over his pussy, deep inside him. He went on birth control right after his first heat, “Just to be safe,” he told his parents, but really so he’d never have to use condoms. But come isn’t just sexy, hot, delicious anymore, it’s for him. Jensen’s never wanted to be bred so much.
Jared has amazing stamina for a fifteen-year-old and fucks Jensen through two orgasms. His come is spread all over both their bellies and he’s barely lucid, hot and dizzy in a haze of pleasure. Finally Jared slams his pelvis up on Jensen’s hips and holds himself there as he comes. “Can you feel me, Jen? Can you feel me coming inside you, Daddy Jen?”
Jensen can feel it, hot ropes of cum shooting behind his bellybutton. He’s never felt that before, maybe never felt anything good on that side of his nerves. He can only manage a moan before he blacks out, collapsing on top of Jared.
He comes to pretty quick after, Jensen’s sure because Jared’s chest is still moving up and down like he just ran a marathon. He chuckles and says, “No one’s ever knocked me out before.”
“I’m glad I gave you some firsts, too,” Jared says.
Jensen laughs and kisses him on the chest. This is the first time I’ve ever really been in love, Jensen thinks, but he isn’t sure if that’s what Jared wants to hear and this moment is too good.
“Can omegas get pregnant when they’re not in heat?” Jared says softly.
“I know you go to a Catholic school, but didn’t you get sex ed? Or use the internet?”
“Shut up. Alphas, betas, and omegas all get their own classes because ‘it’s not about sex, it’s about learning your own body.’ And every time I looked something up on the internet, I got thinking about you and then I’d get so turned on and I’d just jerk off and go to sleep. Tell me?”
“Okay. Omegas go into heat for three to five days four times a year. We’re at our most fertile when we’re in heat-especially the twenty heat cycles between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-but we can get pregnant at any time. Oh, this is cool-you’re bound to miss a heat cycle when your pregnant, but your body stores it up until after you’ve finished lactating-when your baby’s self-sufficient enough to eat solid food, that’s the idea-so you have a heat cycle that’s two or three times longer than normal.”
“Twelve days of fucking you nonstop?” Jared whispers against Jensen’s mouth.
“Nonstop,” Jensen breathes.
“That sounds so fucking amazing, Jen,” he says and kisses him again. It’s still a little too soon for his cock to get fully hard, but he thrusts up into Jensen a few times and reaches down to pick up some of the leaking come with his fingers and brings it up to Jensen’s mouth. Jensen sucks them in and bends forward to share the taste with Jared, salty and musky and the only thing he wants to do more than eat it all is sit with his ass in the air so none of it escapes.
Jared leans Jensen back against his chest and says, “Keep going. Tell me more about your body.”
“The storing up your cycles thing-that’s called estrus retention-it doesn’t make any logical sense. Omegas’ heat cycles are supposed to ensure we get pregnant, but if we needed twelve days to do that, wouldn’t they all be twelve days? Omegas who use suppressants that cut the extended cycle down to normal get pregnant seventy percent of the time, which is as good an average as we ever have, so we don’t need the retention. I think it means heat isn’t just about conception. I think we’re meant to have that intense pleasure. My co-worker Misha-he’s one of the only omegas I’ve ever met who doesn’t use suppressants at all, and never has-he grew up in this all-natural commune off the grid-and he’s-he’s unusual, but he’s the happiest guy I’ve ever met. Seven kids and he’s pregnant again.”
“Why do you use them? Because my dad wants you to?”
“No, I’ve used them since my first heat. I admit I was hoping I could give them up when I was claimed, but… going into heat is really inconvenient. A lot of jobs don’t give you leave for it, never mind paid leave, won’t even guarantee your job if you take that much time off, so…”
“That sucks. That’s so fucking-”
“You just want me belly-full all the time, don’t you, Jay?”
“I happen to like your abs, Jen, but-did I just get you pregnant, Jenny? I mean, is it possible?”
“No, baby. My suppressants work as birth control, too.”
“I shouldn’t be disappointed.”
He really shouldn’t be. They’re completely unprepared to be seen holding hands in public, never mind the Jared-scented hormones Jensen would be secreting if Jared got him pregnant. But fuck, the idea of being pumped full of Jared’s come, of growing his babies and starting a family with someone who really wants one? Knowing he could have that and not having it? Jensen’s disappointed, too, aching with it right now.
“You want to fill me with your puppies, alpha?” Jensen says and that’s how Jared gets hard enough to fuck him again.
//
It’s past seven when they get home and getting dark outside. Jack’s still not home. They both reek of sex, but Jared refuses to take a shower yet and Jensen doesn’t even want to wipe the mess from his ass, so Jared takes the dogs for their evening run and Jensen starts the laundry, hunts around the house for forgotten dirty dishes and fills the dishwasher. Jared’s always starving when he gets home from practice but tonight he says, “It feels like gremlins are eating my stomach.”
Jensen heats up one of the batches of frozen macaroni and cheese he keeps in the big freezer in the garage to start him off and gets out the fixings for steak and twice-baked potatoes. Jared hoovers the macaroni and then he pulls out his history textbook and his binder and does his homework at the kitchen table. He looks so much younger now-still huge and gorgeous, but he’s still a kid, still hunching over because he’s embarrassed to be so tall unless he remembers to act like a stud.
“I’m going into heat soon,” Jensen says when he can’t help himself anymore. “And you’ve been secreting pheromones just going through puberty, so I’ve probably been secreting more pheromones and so-”
“What are you saying, Jen?”
“I’m saying what you’re feeling is unusual-”
Jared’s face is blank. “Unusual.”
“-and if you start to-if you don’t want to-if you ever don’t want this, we don’t have to do this. Just because I gobbled up your cock like a whore, that doesn’t-there’s this idea that omegas need to be fucked to be happy and that’s just not true, even if-I’m saying that if you lose interest, that’s okay. Don’t feel guilty. We’ll stop, no questions asked.”
Jared stands up, crosses quickly to Jensen, and spreads his hands across Jensen’s chest. “I do feel guilty. I can’t help it because I’m never going to lose interest in you, Jen-you were the first guy I ever got a crush on and I’ve chubbed up for you for three straight years. No matter what your hormones are doing, or mine, I want you. And you’re married to my dad. So, yeah, I feel really fucking guilty. But you never need to worry I don’t want to stuff my cock in your cunt, Jen. Okay?”
Jensen’s aroused as fuck all over again, leaking right down his legs. He picks up the phone and dials Jack’s office. His secretary directs the call and then he hears, “Jack Padalecki.”
“Hey, love, I’m grilling some steaks for dinner and wondering if you’re going to be home.”
“Break my heart, Jen-I just ate two dry, skinny sandwiches from that place down the street and I’m here for another two hours at least. Save me some?”
“I kept a big one off the grill for you. I’ll put it on when you get home, okay?”
“See you by ten or I really am going to stab myself in the chest.”
And what was that Jared said about feeling really fucking guilty?
But as he says, “See you then,” and hangs up, Jensen watches Jared scratch a hand through his hair and bite his soft, pink bottom lip and then all he feels is heat. He sets the phone back in the cradle. “I’ve got to flip the steaks. But then we’ve got two hours, so what’d you say you stuff your cock in my cunt again?”
//
The next day, Jared comes home late with a huge bouquet of gerbera daisies.
“Wow!” Jack says. “What are those for?”
“I was voted MVP on the basketball team,” Jared says, the implication that he got the daisies as a congratulations, but he doesn’t actually say that and like hell the St. Mary’s athletic department gave a boy flowers.
The flowers end up on Jensen’s bedside table. Jack just says, “That was nice,” when he sees them.
//
The night after that, Jack’s home early, but right after he changes out of his suit, he sits down, opens his laptop, and gets on his phone. Jensen’s chopping vegetables on the other side of the kitchen island. Jared comes up and snatches up a piece of red bell pepper and presses his hand against the small of Jensen’s back.
“Need any help, Jen?” he says. Jack looks up at them and smiles.
“Want to-” Jensen starts just as Jared slips his hand underneath the waistband of Jensen’s pants and his briefs at once and squeezes one soft globe of his ass. He whimpers and tries to cover it with a cough. “I’ve, uh-got it covered.”
Jared runs two fingers up and down the spread off his ass slowly and then moves inside. Jensen’s been slick since Jared got home, and his sheath welcomes Jared, his pucker gaping.
“You sure? Nothing I can do?” He thrusts both fingers up Jensen’s cunt and drags his fingertips unerringly against his prostate.
Jensen puts the knife down and focuses entirely on not making a sound until the pleasure abates a little. He takes a deep breath. “Actually, Jared, let me show you something upstairs.”
Jared abandons Jensen’s ass immediately, sucking his dripping wet fingers into his mouth. “Mmm,” he says. “Sure. Lead the way.”
Jensen leads Jared into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “You can’t just do that, Jared, or you’re going to drive us both crazy.” Jared looks worried for a few seconds and Jensen lets him stew a little before he tugs his polo over his head by the collar and undoes his belt. “Now we’ve got ten minutes-maximum, okay?-and you’d best be silent as the grave, alpha.”
Jared tries to nod solemnly, but a grin breaks across his face. Jensen tugs his pants and briefs down to his ankles and gets on his hands and knees on Jared’s bed.
“Shit,” Jared breathes, getting on top of him and pressing his chest to Jensen’s back slowly, from top to bottom. “You want me to mount you?”
“Wait till you have your knot,” Jensen groans. “You won’t believe how deep in me you can get in this position and then we’ll be locked together for hours. You won’t be able to dick around like that when you’ve got your knot, okay? We won’t have time for the consequences.”
“Promise,” Jared says into his neck, lines up his cock, and thrusts all thirteen fat inches inside Jensen, grazing every inch across his prostate. Jensen’s knees give out and he collapses, bringing Jared down on top of him.
“Can’t wait for your knot,” he groans.
“Thought you said knots don’t matter,” Jared said, using the side of the mattress as leverage to pull them both back onto their knees. “Was that bullshit comfort, Daddy?”
Jensen feels the word like a vice around his cock.
“They’ve never mattered before. I’ve made some alphas stop before they knotted with me because the sex was so damn lackluster and fallen asleep right afterward, no problems, no regrets. But fuck, Jay, your cock is so perfect, know your knot’s going to be perfect, too, biggest I’ve ever had, and when we tie-” Jared’s whimpering out of control, but they’re too far away for Jack to hear and it’s so fucking hot to hear how much he wants him. “-your cockhead’s going to be pressed right up to my cervix-your going to be shooting hot come right on my womb, Jay, right where it’s supposed to be, coming in me over and over, till I’m more full than I’ve ever been-going to be amazing.”
“Holy shit-holy shit!” Jared gasps and pulls out of him. Jensen can’t help the keening moan he lets out as he collapses and turns over, his cunt squeezing desperately at cold air.
“What happened?” he says and then he sees it.
One day before his sixteenth birthday and Jared popped his knot. It’s gorgeous and fucking enormous. Jensen puts his hands around it-presses his thumbs together at the bottom and then circles his index fingers around to the top and can just make his fingertips overlap. He’s never seen a cock before and then so quickly after it forms its knot and fuck if Jared’s hasn’t grown longer, too-Jared’s going to be able to fuck him as deep as he has been and then deeper.
“You can’t tie with me,” Jensen says, feeling like he’s going to cry. “Want it-Jesus, want it so much.”
But Jack’s right downstairs and the bright red numbers on Jared’s bedside table say it’s been eight minutes already.
“Maybe-”
“No, Jared. You don’t realize how much time it will take. And we won’t notice the time passing, won’t notice anything-two hours will slip buy and your dad will have walked in on us and then where will we be, huh? You prepared for him to find out tonight?”
Even as he says it, Jensen’s trying to abate the hot, aching itch deep inside him with his own fingers. It isn’t helping. His whole fist isn’t going help at this point, not with Jared within a mile of him smelling like he does.
Jared reaches for him and Jensen grabs his wrist. It’s all he can do to hold him there, not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “We both have to take a shower-separate showers, cold ones. And then you have to go out for a while, Jay. I have to stop smelling you. Okay?”
Jared gives a tight nod and manages to get off the bed and take a couple steps backward. Jensen wraps himself in Jared’s comforter, doing his best to cover his body and hide his scent. “Breathe through your mouth?” Jensen offers.
Jared shakes his head. “Now I can taste you.” His steps are stilted and uneven, but Jared makes it to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Once he hears the water running, Jensen hikes his pants up and sprints to the bathroom off the master suite. The ache is still there under the pound of cold water, but he can fill his lungs again. He dries off and settles the biggest plug he has into his pussy and puts on the most uncomfortable pants he owns: coarse tweed with most of the lining torn up with wear, his nicest pants before Jack claimed him. The itch keeps him grounded through dinner with Jack.
“Do you want to drive Jay’s new truck to pick him up from school tomorrow?” Jack says at some point.
“No!” Jensen says. Clearly he can’t trust himself in the high school parking lot. “I mean-it’s your gift, really, you should, you know, give it to him.”
“All right. Won’t be home till dinner though… Drive me to the dealership in the morning? I’ll take it to work and surprise him when I get home.”
“Perfect,” Jensen whispers.
“You okay?” Jack says.
Jensen is leaking too much slick to keep a plug in his ass. Jensen’s libido is destroying his life. “Fine,” he says, and squeezes Jacks hand.
Continue in Part 2!
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural RPS/J2 AU (and non-explicit Jensen/OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An absurd 19,000 words based on this prompt at the spnkink-meme:
I've seen a bunch of prompts where stepdad!Jensen can't resist omega-in-heat!Jared, but I was thinking of it the other way around. When omega!Jensen married Jared's dad, Jared was still a little kid, and Jensen knows he shouldn't think of him this way, but at 17, Jared is now a hot young alpha. his husband is spending more and more time 'at work,' and Jared obviously has a crush on him too. Jensen's been taking heat suppressants for years because his husband isn't interested, but this month, he goes without, knowing his husband will be on a business trip out of town. he and Jared have plenty of privacy for their first mating frenzy. ¶ points for Jared knocking his stepomega up on the very first go-round.
I deviated in that they have a shit ton of sex before Jensen goes into heat and so I got a little burnt out by the time he actually does. Jared's also sixteen, not seventeen. And sometimes fifteen. Which leads me to
Kinks/Warnings: Underage! Cheating! Stepcest! Daddy!kink! (very very) Public sex/exhibitionism! Dirty talk! Mpreg! Knotting! Size! Cock worship and blowjobs and rimming and excessive description of ejaculate! Too much plot and exposition! Probably way too much schmoop. Playing rather fast and loose with an alpha/omega lore and physical logistics and San Antonio references. UNBETA'D! However, no mater how much it might seem like it's leading here, there is no: threesomes/polyamory or bestiality or ~real incest (tho I'm in support of all those things). OH and there is periphery Misha/Richard Speight, Jr. (who played Gabriel). IDK why, I just thought it was cute.
Acknowlodgements: Thank you to the mods of the spnkink-meme: you do a wonderful public service. And thank you to Florence and the Machine for writing a song that has nothing to do with this fic which inspired the title. And big thank you to the original anon prompter and to everyone who said they thought this would be hot because you made be first go back and read the prompt and second made me think people would read and enjoy this fic. Hope y'all do!
Jensen meets Jared and his dad Jack when Jared is eleven-years-old exactly. From the beginning, Jared strikes Jensen as a puppy: small for his age in baggy clothes, but huge hands hanging off skinny wrists, tripping over enormous ratty Chucks when he walks through the doors of the animal shelter. He goes directly to the main desk, gives him the smile that will be Jensen’s weakness for the rest of his life, and says, “Hello! It’s my birthday and I’m getting a dog today,” with all the confidence of an eldest alpha and Jensen really wants to ruffle the kid’s messy, overlong brown hair.
“You are? How lucky are you?” Jensen says, leaning on the counter and looking down at him.
“It’s not luck,” the puppy tells him. “I deserve it.”
And the kid’s alone, and looking kind of homeless, frankly, with a hole at the bottom of his shirt and mud caked on to the back of his pants, and Jensen’s alone on the other side of the counter, too, so he does it. Jared leans into the touch, rubbing his head right back into Jensen’s hand.
“I bet you do,” he says, just as the front door swings open again and one of the biggest, tallest alphas Jensen’s ever seen strides in.
It’s the boy’s dad, Jensen can tell right away. Jared could be a clone, their features and coloring is so similar. He’s the kind of muscled that always makes suits look obscene to Jensen, like porn star in a suit, or a wrestler-like that suit was meant to be taken off to reveal all the glory underneath, even though this suit is tailored to perfection. His top two buttons are undone and his tie is pulled loose, uncovering a tan throat and clavicles he wants to lick. He bets this guy has a knot the size of a fucking grapefruit. He’s well over six-foot, too, which is just the cherry on top. One of the reasons Jensen’s hasn’t been claimed is that most alphas can’t handle an omega who’s taller then them. Jensen snatches his hand back from this huge man’s kid and spares the not-homeless-puppy another glance when he whimpers and pouts at him.
Some alphas would break Jensen’s hand for touching their children, but not usually their alpha children, and not usually ones as old as the puppy. Jensen takes a deep breath, smiles with all the apology and modesty he can muster and says, “Afternoon, alpha. Your son was telling me he’s in need of a dog.”
The man smiles back and offers his hand. “That’s right. We decided this is the year he starts taking care of someone else, didn’t we, Jared?”
“Because being a good caretaker is the most important thing you can be,” Jared says.
Jensen was hard before, but now he’s pressing against the zipper of his jeans painfully. Slick is seeping out his hole, he can actually feel it. A man who looks like that and brings home those kinds of ideals? Jensen’s dreaming. That’s the only explanation.
“I’m Jack Padalecki,” the man says.
“Jensen Ackles,” Jensen croaks and has to clear his throat. Jack’s smile widens as he shakes Jensen’s hand.
“Can you show us the dogs now, please?” Jared says, standing on his tiptoes to put his forearms across the counter.
“What?” Jensen says, still shaking Jack’s hand.
“Dog,” Jack says, but he still doesn’t let go.
It takes Misha meandering behind the counter, back from his lunch, to pull Jensen out of it.
“Oh!” Jensen says. “Of course I can show you the dogs.”
He grabs an adoption form, a pen, and a clipboard, and leads them into the dog area. The kennel is organized by size and as much according to breed as he can manage because Jensen always takes patrons to the kind of dog he thinks will fit them best. He’s usually spot on. It’s a gift. Today’s the first time in a while the best fit coincides with the dog he most wants adopted and takes a shortcut to Harley.
Harley’s an English Mastiff mix. He’s still a puppy, not even four months old, but he’s already over a hundred pounds. Like Jared, if his paws are any indication, he’s going to be enormous. You need space, time, and energy for that kind of dog, and plenty of it, as well as a lot of patience for this dog in particular because he’s hyper and spastic as hell. Jensen’s been working off the clock to get him housetrained, make him a little more appealing, even though he’d hate to send Harley home with anyone who didn’t love him, goofy, clumsy energy and all.
If anyone’s come in him who’s perfect for Harley, it’s Jared. If Jack has the space, Jared has everything else.
Jared’s distracted by every dog they pass and has to stop and pet each one that will come to their gate, but he moves on easily enough. They’re just a couple kennels from Harley when the dog catches on that there are people nearby, rears up, and throws himself at his gate. Jensen winces. Not a great first impression.
Except it is because Jared runs and throws himself at the other side of the gate and coos, “Hey puppy, hey there, boy, look at you.”
“Do you have a yard?” Jensen says hopefully.
“We’ve got a couple of acres over by Woodlawn Lake,” Jack says and fuck it’s meant to be. There are great streets for running with your dog over there, a safe park Jared can go to by himself, and plenty of space for Harley to romp around in when they’re at home.
Jensen takes Harley out of his kennel, leashes him, and hands the leash to Jared. They take him out to the grass field in the back and Jensen walks with Jack a few yards behind Jared and Harley.
“I think we found the one,” Jack says.
“Harley’s perfect for him,” Jensen says. “I’m so thrilled. We were going to have to transfer him out to the suburbs, soon, where people have more space.”
“You really care,” Jack says, “don’t you? About the animals. About your job.”
Omegas are meant to be homemakers, that’s what a lot of people think. It’s common enough for omegas to go to college now, but in Texas? If you’re not claimed and starting a family before you can legally drink, something must be wrong. Working is for the ugly and the barren. It’s fucking bullshit. Jensen wants to be claimed as much as anybody, and he’s twenty-one next year, but he loves his job. He wants an alpha who will let him keep volunteering at the shelter unless he’s too pregnant to move, maybe even one who understands why Jensen wants to and encourages him.
Yeah, finding an alpha who’s over 6’2” and wants his omega to work? Jensen is forever alone.
Except then Jack says, “Come out with us tonight,” and Jensen can’t agree fast enough. They go to Big’z for burgers and to celebrate Jared’s birthday. They stop by Jensen’s tiny place so he can give Sadie her dinner and let her into the backyard until he gets home, and then they go to the Padaleckis’ gorgeous, sprawling house to settle in Harley. That night, he stands at Jared’s door next to Jack, the hallway light streaming over the bed where Jared and Harley are asleep next to each other.
“I’ve got to get home,” Jensen whispers. “I can’t leave Sadie alone overnight.”
“Who says you were getting an invitation to stay overnight?” Jack teases, but his gaze is hot and he presses Jensen up against the wall and kisses him thoroughly. “Come out with me tomorrow?”
Jensen agrees, of course, but he can’t spend the night again, for the same reason. So the next night they bring Sadie to Jack’s house before they go out. Jared adores her right away. She’s shy at first, like always, and seems downright scared of Harley, but Jensen explains to Jared how dogs like closed-in spaces and that, if Sadie gets too nervous, he should put her in the bathroom with a bone to comfort her, so he’s not too worried when they leave. Jensen trusts Jared. When he and Jack get home, Sadie and Harley are asleep in a pile at the base of Jared’s bed. And Jensen gets fucked for two hours straight.
They go out regularly for a couple weeks, sometimes alone, but just as frequently with Jared. Jack’s amazing. He’s an environmental business consultant and an ex-MMA fighter. He loves food and once Jensen cooks dinner for them, going out starts to mean going to the gourmet market Jensen could never afford by himself and buying ingredients for Jensen to work with. Jared’s amazing. He’s in the Gifted program at school and beats the pants of Jensen at Settlers of Catan. He plays soccer and basketball and when Jensen tells him he used to be a cheerleader, Jared doesn’t even tease him, just says, “That’s awesome!”
“You really don’t mind Jared?” Jack asks late one night while they’re lying in bed.
“Are you kidding? Jared’s the greatest,” Jensen says.
“I know. I know! He is. And Jared just adores you. But most omegas want to start their own families,” Jack explains and Jensen’s ready to say, fuck that, I love your family, we’ll just keep going, when Jack continues, “I feel like I got it right the first time with Jared, you know? I don’t-it’s important you know I don’t want any more kids.”
That’s the first downside to Jack that Jensen’s heard. He’s only let himself go into heat once since his first, last year with the long-term boyfriend Jensen’s ever had-“long-term” meaning three damn months before Kyle decided nine inches was too big a dick for an omega and split like a the scared little fucker he was-but the sex during heat? Was fucking phenomenal. A job like Jack’s, he probably gets a month paid mating leave and Jensen would like nothing more than to use it all-maybe not right away because Jared’s a little young to be left alone for the three or four days his heat would distract them, but in a few years. And Jensen would love to be pregnant. He grew up with a big family, two brothers and two sisters 1, and that’s what he’s always wanted for himself. The happiest he remembers seeing his mom was when she was heavily pregnant with Mac, Jeff on one side of her and Jensen on the other, reading C.S. Lewis. That’s what he’s always wanted.
But Jack’s tall and gorgeous, and wants Jensen to keep working at the shelter, and love’s Jensen’s dog, and has possibly literally the best son in the world, and a great big house that’s just waiting for an omega to make it a home. Jack’s a catch. The house is going to get an omega one way or another. This might be Jensen’s only chance and like hell he’s going to let some little bitch who doesn’t appreciate Jared-and Jack!-the way Jensen does cut in and take what should be his. So Jensen kisses Jack firmly and says, “You and Jared are all I need,” and the next night Jack goes down on one knee and pulls out a little robin’s egg blue box and proposes.
“Really?” Jared squeals and tackles Jensen to the floor before he can even say yes.
//
Jensen tries not to be pissed when Jack tells him he’s going to be gone for their five-year anniversary, he really does. Jack travels for work all the time-traveling to business’ headquarters and consulting them on how to green their operations is his job. He was gone one-hundred-and-forty days last year, over a third the year, and Jensen doesn’t mind, not really. But their fucking anniversary?
“That’s fucked up, Dad,” Jared says for him, popping a grape in his mouth and sliding off his stool.
“Thanks for that, Jay. And I’m sorry, babe,” Jack says. “I have to go. It’s the pitch meeting and this company is huge. I have to land this account.”
“I get it,” Jensen says and Jared scoffs. Jensen puts his hand around Jack’s neck and gives him a kiss. “It’s okay. I’m glad you found out now, before we planned anything.”
That’s not precisely true. Jensen reserved a table at Chama Gaúcha months ago because reservations get taken up fast, but Jack doesn’t know that. There’s still a couple weeks to go and Jack’s not a planner. He’d never think about it until the day before. Jensen takes a deep breath. It’s fine. He’ll cancel and some poor guy who doesn’t realize he should be a few months too late in calling will impress his date and get laid. On Jensen’s anniversary, while Jensen’s alone in his enormous bed. Awesome.
Jared helps him by changing the subject: “Can I drive you to school, Jen?” He’s had his learner’s permit for almost a year now and he’ll be more than ready for the test when he turns sixteen in a few days, no more practice needed, but he still asks Jensen to supervise on a regular basis.
“I’ve got time to go with you,” Jack offers. “We can take the Aston Martin.”
“That’s okay,” Jared says with a glance at his dad, and gives Jensen a slow smile. “Please?”
That fucking smile. Jared’s such a big guy now-not a man, Jensen can’t make himself say that yet-and Jensen still gets caught off guard. He shot up thirteen inches when he was thirteen and fourteen, and he’s spent the last year eating everything in sight and bulking up so his frame matched his height. They need to order him another uniform. His shirt is just this side of gaping between the buttons around his chest. And his tie is a mess, Jensen notices-he’ll have to fix that. Jared has had the same gorgeous smile since he was a little kid, Jensen knows from the family pictures all over the house, and he’s always been quick to smile at any little happy thing, but somehow that smile looks different in his new body. And it feels like Jared has a smile just for him, a little bit different than his usual. Maybe it’s something in the eyes.
Jensen smiles back at him. “Sure. You should get to work, anyway, Jack. You’ve got that lunch meeting with the Yahoo people.”
Jack frowns at them both for a moment, but then he nods, kisses Jensen on the cheek, pat’s Jared on the shoulder, grabs his briefcase, and leaves.
Jensen leans against the kitchen island and rubs the bridge of his nose. A headache is forming behind his eyes. He really needs to let this go and take care of some animals and come home and make a big dinner tonight, remind himself that he’s lucky and happy and one date doesn’t matter at all. He opens his eyes and sees a glass of water and two little red pills in Jared’s giant hands in front of him. He looks up. Jared’s smiling again.
“Headache?” he says.
“How’d you know?”
Jared motions for Jensen to open his mouth and he puts the pills on his tongue for him and puts the glass on Jensen’s bottom lip. Jensen takes the glass, their fingers tangling together against the condensation and swallows. Jared wipes Jensen’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Jensen smiles at him. “You know, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“That’s so fucking backwards,” Jared says. “Omegas grabbing their ankles whenever alphas feel the urge, licking the mud off their fucking boots. It’s a partnership. You take care of me, I take care of you.”
“Omegas want to be fucked just as much as alphas want to fuck them, I promise you,” Jensen corrects and he appreciates the credo, but that’s not exactly what he meant. “You’re my son,” he says and then he has to add, “Kind of. The only son I’m going to have.”
“That’s not true,” Jared says fiercely. For a moment, Jensen’s hurt-really hurt, like a punch in the chest, but then Jared’s there, chest right up against Jensen’s, his thigh pressing in between Jensen’s, right up against his cock.
“Do you-I can’t believe my dad doesn’t want to fuck you full of babies, Jen, doesn’t want to fill you up. I can just-see you all big and swollen-I bet you’d be so gorgeous pregnant, Jen, all-” He coughs and presses his head into the curve of Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “I can’t wait to be a dad, that’s all.”
For a moment, Jensen’s distracted by Jared’s smell, getting better and stronger and more mature every day, and his breath puffing against Jensen’s chest. Then he says, “We should go.”
“First period’s just typing,” Jared says. “I skip it all the time.”
Jensen can’t stop himself from moving his hands up to Jared’s shoulders, feeling the soft cotton, warm skin, and the hard muscles beneath that. “You shouldn’t…” he says, not sure if he’s talking about skipping class or something else.
“Ms. Cassidy doesn’t mind.” Jared lifts his head to look at Jensen. “Such a stupid required class. I don’t do any of the normal assignments. We just work on her website when I’m there.”
“My little genius,” Jensen says, wrapping one hand around the back of Jared’s neck, the way he did to Jack earlier. Jared has a much longer neck and the same soft, floppy hair he did when they first met.
“Not so little,” Jared whispers.
“Bigger than your dad.” It’s true. He’s got at least an inch on Jack already, three on Jensen. He’s a giant.
Jared growls at that and moves in-Jensen realizes what’s happening just in time to turn his head and catch Jared’s mouth with his check. Jared breathes out a laugh and kisses him on the cheek again, almost, almost finding the corner of his mouth.
Jensen stands up straight, cups Jared’s jaw with his hands and pushes him back, giving him his own light kiss on the cheek, reminding them both what’s okay. “Let’s get you to school, kiddo.”
Jared smirks like he knows exactly how much Jensen thinks of him as a kid anymore and steps back. “Okay. I’ll go grab my bag.”
Jensen lets out a shaky breath and splashes his face with some water. He’s a month out from going into heat, or probably less. That’s why Jared was acting like that. He’s tried to kiss Jensen three or four times in the past week. Okay, four, definitely four. So what if Jensen’s keeping track? They get caught in this mood, like being stuck in slow motion, or a pocket of steam, and then Jensen always ends up having to shake himself out of it and dodge a kiss. Pheromones are leaking from both sides; Jared can’t help himself. Jensen should make an appointment with his doctor to up his suppressant dosage. It’s going to be a rough next couple years while Jared’s still at home. Jensen’s at his most fertile and he’s reacting to two alphas, one of whom is constantly horny and going to pop his knot for the first time any day now.
Maybe he’ll meet a nice omega soon and claim him before he even graduates high school, like a good Texas boy. Or a beta, even though Jensen feels like betas should just be with betas. It’s sexist of him, but omegas need an alpha and they’re in limited supply. Betas don’t appreciate the knot enough, they couldn’t. Jensen really can’t picture what omega Jared might end up with-none of the kids he’s brought home so far have deserved him, not even close, but Jensen will deal with whoever, as long as they make Jared happy.
“Are you interested in anyone?” Jensen asks him on the way to school. “Chad hasn’t been over in a while.”
“Chad’s cool. But he needs to be with a chick so bad it’s crazy. Not even a beta should be that straight. But, yeah, I-I’ve got a big thing for somebody,” Jared says, staring at the road. “But, uh-it kind of can’t work. Ever. So I don’t know.”
“What, is he betrothed?” That’s pretty rare anymore, but it does happen, especially in the south. Usually pretty little omegas in big, old families, given to their father’s friends. It makes Jensen sick.
“Oh please.” Jared rolls his eyes. “I’d just steal him away and claim him as soon as my knot comes in, are you kidding?”
“Good boy.” Jensen reaches over and squeezes Jared’s knee. “Then what’s the problem?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like me,” Jared says with a smile.
Jensen grins. “Oh please.”
“You like me, Jen?”
“Of course! I love you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“You’re amazing, Jared. I’ve thought that since we first met.”
Jared sighs. “He’s taken. The guy I’m into. Like seriously, happily taken. And his alpha’s pretty awesome. Doesn’t treat him like I would, exactly, but he seems happy. I don’t want to fuck with that. Actually, I do. I’m desperate to fuck with that. But I shouldn’t.”
“And you won’t?” Jensen says, not sure if he sounds hopeful or worried or if he’s reading Jared right at all.
Jared just looks at him for a long time-so long he swerves off the road a little and the truck behind them honks for a very unnecessarily long time, the fucker. It’s only then that Jensen realizes where they are. Jared’s been circling for a while. He’s ten minutes late to first period.
“Slacking, hoss,” he says as lightly as he can. “Got to be on it for the test. You going take it on your birthday?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. And I might have seen something about a Ram with my name on the title in my dad’s email.”
“I know nothing,” Jensen says. “But you might want to have a license by the end of the week, yeah.”
“Think I’ll pop my knot before I turn sixteen?”
There’s a stupid macho competition about when an alpha’s knot forms for the first time, like it matters. Only a couple fourteen-year-olds have ever done it, and about ten percent do it before they turn sixteen, ninety percent before they turn seventeen. When he was a kid, Jensen had plenty of good sex with alphas before they popped. Jensen reminds Jared of this, and that, “The biggest knot I ever had? Jeff didn’t pop for the first time until he was nineteen.”
“My dad popped when he was fifteen,” Jared mutters, pulling into a space at the main high school parking lot. “Well, we’ll see. I’ve got three days, right? You’ve got to get to the shelter. Can you pick me up tonight? You get off right before practice is over.”
“Yeah, of course,” Jensen says. Jared nods without looking at him and gets out of the car.
Jensen doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he can’t leave it like this. It doesn’t matter that he’s a moody teenager or whatever. Misha’s got a twelve-year-old alpha he says doesn’t talk to him for days sometimes. Jensen can’t imagine that. In a lot of ways, Jared’s his best friend.
“Jared!” he calls. Jared’s mile-long legs have already taken him halfway across the lawn between the parking lot and the building and Jensen jogs after him. When he catches up, he grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. “You’re not your dad. You shouldn’t be. I would never want you to be anything but who you are, right?”
And that’s when Jared kisses him for the first time, mouth-to-mouth, no avoiding it. Jared puts one hand on Jensen’s cheek, the other on the back of his head and holds him there while he opens his mouth and licks across Jensen’s lips like a kitten, politely asking him to open his, too. He shouldn’t. He knows that. He’s completely aware of what’s happening-of Jared’s smell, of the little whimper he makes when Jensen does open his mouth, of the cool air around them and how hot Jared is in contrast. Shock has nothing to do with it when he grabs Jared by his tie and pulls him closer.
Jensen doesn’t know how long they’re kissing, but the bell signaling the end of first period interrupts them and brings him back to the lawn in front of Jared’s high school. Jared, his fifteen-year-old stepson, who unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off one arm without him even noticing. He ripped off one of the buttons, Jensen realizes, and then when he looks back up, realizes that he ripped a couple off Jared’s too, and got his tie most of the way off.
“Shit,” Jared says. “I’ve got Calc next, I have to go.”
Jensen’s at least a half our late to work. He puts everything else aside and goes into dad-mode: get Jared ready for school. He tugs his shirt back on and ties Jared’s tie in a quick, perfect Windsor knot after years of taking care of his brothers and his dad on Sunday mornings, which mostly covers the missing buttons. Jared’s mouth is bright red and he’s got some decent beard burn, but he’s okay.
“Go,” he says. Jared takes two steps and then looks back, his gaze worried. “I’ll be here at five to get you, Jared. Have a good day.”
Jared gives him the biggest, most brilliant smile and runs into the school.
“What the hell happened to you?” Misha says when Jensen stumbles into work.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jensen says.
“Your alpha gave you a good fucking, by the looks of it,” Misha says. “So I forgive you. Haven’t seen you look like that in a long time.”
Fuck.
//
The thing is, Jensen hasn’t gotten a good fucking in a long time.
Jack is wonderful-so wonderful that after (almost) five years of marriage, Jensen can count exactly two drawbacks to him as a husband: he doesn’t want kids and he has possibly the least active sex drive of any alpha Jensen’s ever heard of. Alphas and omegas are meant for breeding, microevolution to protect the survival of the species when beta men and women became less and less fertile. Jensen and Jack went at it like nature intended at the beginning, Jensen hanging off his knot for hours and coming four, five times a night. Then, about a year after the wedding, Jack went to Dublin on business for three weeks. The night he came back, they had sex like before, not passing out until four-thirty the next morning. “You’re too much for me, Jen, I swear,” Jack whispered before they went to sleep. Then they didn’t fuck for over a week. Once a week was the standard after that.
Jensen was pissed at first, and worried Jack was cheating on him. But omegas can smell competition better than alphas can, no matter what the knotheads like to say, and Jack wasn’t getting any more sex than Jensen was. He just didn’t want very much sex anymore, period. And when Jensen watched premium cable with Jared and the dogs in the middle of the afternoon, eating Ben & Jerry’s from the carton without worrying about wasting five bucks on empty calories, sun streaming down from the wall-to-wall skylights in the living room, it was fucking hard to complain that he had build a collection of dildos and take care of himself a few nights a week. He didn’t know how to bring it up, anyway, not when Jack was in front of his laptop past midnight half the time and still made sure he went to all of Jared’s games and weekly PTA meetings. Sex was probably too high on Jensen’s list of priorities, anyway.
//
It’s never bothered him, but Jensen’s actually closer in age to Jared than he is to Jack.
He keeps thinking about it all day at work. That and long, fat, constantly-hard teenage cock and that maybe Jensen doesn’t want to deal with any unworthy omega Jared decides to bring home. Maybe Jensen wants to know exactly when Jared pops a knot for the first time and maybe he wants to taste it until he knows the musky flavor by heart.
Maybe he’s hard all day, fingering the torn-off button hanging by one thin piece of thread on his shirt. Maybe he stuffs four fingers up his ass in the bathroom during his lunch break thinking about it.
Crazy what a kiss can do.
//
Jensen drives to the school at quarter to five and waits for Jared in the parking lot behind the gym. Jared comes out freshly showered, pink and damp, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and something white hanging around his neck. Especially considering what a beanpole he was less than a year ago, Jared is ripped now. Six pack, round pecs with perfect little brown nipples, biceps the size his thighs used to be. His skin is a dark golden tan, taut and smooth.
Jensen saw Jared topless yesterday. He’s not surprised to see how built his stepson is. And yet Jensen’s cock just gets harder as Jared saunters toward him and by the time he opens the door and leans over to throw his bag in the back, Jensen’s actually leaking through his pants. Jared smiles and drags his fingers over Jensen’s neck. Jensen tenses up, ready to be kissed, knowing he should stop this before it really starts, and then Jared says, “There, fixed your collar,” and Jensen actually physically deflates and he realizes: stop before it really starts? Ha! That is already completely out of his control.
Jared’s gaze rakes over him and it’s blazing when he meets Jensen’s eyes again. “Fuck,” he says. “Kidding, bad joke, fucking-”
And then his mouth’s on Jensen’s, fucking finally, Jensen’s waited hours for this, or years. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t been given a serious kiss in a few years, or maybe it’s how geared up he’s been all day, or maybe it’s something about Jared, but it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.
Jared pulls away and lifts his ass off the seat so he can pull down his shorts and his jockstrap at once. Jensen’s caught glimpses of Jared’s cock before, once when Jack threw him into the pool fully-clothed and Jared took his soaking clothes off outside, revealing his boxers plastered against his cock going enthrallingly halfway down his leg; another time when he’d taken a shower and was casually rearranging his towel just outside the bathroom door, sweet-smelling steam coming from behind him. Jensen didn’t realized he’d cataloged those glimpses so thoroughly until now. In any case, he knew Jared was big. Bigger than his dad, maybe, like the rest of him. But he figured he was a shower because how much more could a cock that size grow?
A fucking lot. The cock that’s quivering in between Jared’s legs is the biggest Jensen has ever seen and that includes the stars of Monster Knots 8: Split Him Open. Jared’s cock is as long as Jensen’s fucking forearm and as fat around as a soda can. His balls are the size of softballs, and if Jensen’s experience holds true, his knot will follow suit. He’s drizzling precome. This is quintessential alpha cock, made for an omega. A woman would hurt herself on that monster, never mind feeble beta ass. For a moment, Jensen can only stare.
“It’s not too big!” Jared whines. “…Is it?”
Jensen has to moan. “No, baby, no way. You’re gorgeous. I need you inside me, need you everywhere.”
He bends down and sucks Jared’s cockhead into his mouth. He isn’t even going to try to get more in his mouth, not at this angle, not when he’s this turned on. “Aw, Jen,” Jared moans. “Your fucking mouth. How have you never done porn?” Jensen grins and purses his lips the way he knows looks indecent. Jared’s pre-cum is delicious and Jensen sucks along the thick drizzle of it down the side of his cock.
Then Jensen needs Jared inside him. His ass is spasmodic, opening up and clenching at nothing, desperate to pull a cock inside. Jensen kicks off his shoes and shimmies his khakis off and his briefs mostly down his legs, hanging around one ankle, dress socks still on, but that’s fine. He turns around and straddles Jared, knees around the sides of the passenger seat. He bends down and pulls the setback release, throwing Jared almost flat.
Jensen looks out the window and remembers suddenly that they’re in a car and moreover, they’re at Jared’s school. Not even in a secluded place, scant yards from the gym entrance. A woman in a purple pantsuit is shuffling to her car, close enough that he can make out a run in her stockings. The windows were pretty well fogged up, but that doesn’t make it any less obvious what’s going on in here.
Jared circles his finger around Jensen’s pucker and then thrusts it up his pussy. Jensen moans, “We can’t, Jared.”
“Don’t think about my dad,” Jared hisses.
Fuck, Jensen hasn’t been thinking about Jack, but now he is. He’s going to cheat on his husband with his underage son in broad daylight. His son who’s so much bigger and wants to see him fat with his baby and Jensen’s too fucking turned on to be dissuaded. Every horrible thing about this situation just makes Jensen’s cock throb and his ass clench more.
He bends forward and kisses Jared messily. “Put another finger in me,” he says. “I don’t usually need any prep, but you’re so big, baby. My perfect baby boy, bigger than your dad.”
“Really?” Jared gasps, thrusting three fingers in and out of Jensen’s ass like a jackhammer.
“Way bigger than your dad. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever had inside me. Going to feel you where I’ve never felt anyone, baby. You going to fuck your bitch good, Jay?”
“Going to fuck you so good, Jen. Going to fuck you better than you’ve ever had.”
“You a virgin, baby? You asked me if your fat, gorgeous cock was too big earlier-no one ever tell you it isn’t?”
“Scared a couple guys off,” Jared admits.
“Fucking idiots,” Jensen says. “I knew none of the little assholes you go to school with deserved your cock, Jay.”
“No one but you, Jen.”
“Popping my son’s cherry in the middle of the afternoon. You mind if I call you my son, baby? You mind that I’m your daddy?”
“Daddy,” Jared groaned, grips Jensen’s hips hard between his huge hands, lines his pucker up with his own cockhead, and pushes him down. “Jensen, my Jensen, Jen, Jenny, Daddy, mine.”
It burns. A cock has never hurt like this before, not even Jensen’s first time when he was fifteen and small for his age in the locker room showers. It wasn’t just dirty talk before-his ass has never had to open up this much, stretching just for Jared’s cock. He’s never going to find someone as big. His boy cunt is stretched for good, broken for anyone else.
Even with no experience, Jared fucks from the bottom better than most, maybe because the angle of the car seat, and Jensen fucks him right back, moving until he can feel the mushroom head stretching at his pucker and then fucking back so he can feel Jared’s hot, wet balls slap against his ass. They’re so big and filled with come. He wants it all inside him, until it’s soaking his womb and dripping down his thighs, both. Jensen loves come, always has, loves it in his mouth, fed to him, sprayed all over his face, all over his pussy, deep inside him. He went on birth control right after his first heat, “Just to be safe,” he told his parents, but really so he’d never have to use condoms. But come isn’t just sexy, hot, delicious anymore, it’s for him. Jensen’s never wanted to be bred so much.
Jared has amazing stamina for a fifteen-year-old and fucks Jensen through two orgasms. His come is spread all over both their bellies and he’s barely lucid, hot and dizzy in a haze of pleasure. Finally Jared slams his pelvis up on Jensen’s hips and holds himself there as he comes. “Can you feel me, Jen? Can you feel me coming inside you, Daddy Jen?”
Jensen can feel it, hot ropes of cum shooting behind his bellybutton. He’s never felt that before, maybe never felt anything good on that side of his nerves. He can only manage a moan before he blacks out, collapsing on top of Jared.
He comes to pretty quick after, Jensen’s sure because Jared’s chest is still moving up and down like he just ran a marathon. He chuckles and says, “No one’s ever knocked me out before.”
“I’m glad I gave you some firsts, too,” Jared says.
Jensen laughs and kisses him on the chest. This is the first time I’ve ever really been in love, Jensen thinks, but he isn’t sure if that’s what Jared wants to hear and this moment is too good.
“Can omegas get pregnant when they’re not in heat?” Jared says softly.
“I know you go to a Catholic school, but didn’t you get sex ed? Or use the internet?”
“Shut up. Alphas, betas, and omegas all get their own classes because ‘it’s not about sex, it’s about learning your own body.’ And every time I looked something up on the internet, I got thinking about you and then I’d get so turned on and I’d just jerk off and go to sleep. Tell me?”
“Okay. Omegas go into heat for three to five days four times a year. We’re at our most fertile when we’re in heat-especially the twenty heat cycles between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-but we can get pregnant at any time. Oh, this is cool-you’re bound to miss a heat cycle when your pregnant, but your body stores it up until after you’ve finished lactating-when your baby’s self-sufficient enough to eat solid food, that’s the idea-so you have a heat cycle that’s two or three times longer than normal.”
“Twelve days of fucking you nonstop?” Jared whispers against Jensen’s mouth.
“Nonstop,” Jensen breathes.
“That sounds so fucking amazing, Jen,” he says and kisses him again. It’s still a little too soon for his cock to get fully hard, but he thrusts up into Jensen a few times and reaches down to pick up some of the leaking come with his fingers and brings it up to Jensen’s mouth. Jensen sucks them in and bends forward to share the taste with Jared, salty and musky and the only thing he wants to do more than eat it all is sit with his ass in the air so none of it escapes.
Jared leans Jensen back against his chest and says, “Keep going. Tell me more about your body.”
“The storing up your cycles thing-that’s called estrus retention-it doesn’t make any logical sense. Omegas’ heat cycles are supposed to ensure we get pregnant, but if we needed twelve days to do that, wouldn’t they all be twelve days? Omegas who use suppressants that cut the extended cycle down to normal get pregnant seventy percent of the time, which is as good an average as we ever have, so we don’t need the retention. I think it means heat isn’t just about conception. I think we’re meant to have that intense pleasure. My co-worker Misha-he’s one of the only omegas I’ve ever met who doesn’t use suppressants at all, and never has-he grew up in this all-natural commune off the grid-and he’s-he’s unusual, but he’s the happiest guy I’ve ever met. Seven kids and he’s pregnant again.”
“Why do you use them? Because my dad wants you to?”
“No, I’ve used them since my first heat. I admit I was hoping I could give them up when I was claimed, but… going into heat is really inconvenient. A lot of jobs don’t give you leave for it, never mind paid leave, won’t even guarantee your job if you take that much time off, so…”
“That sucks. That’s so fucking-”
“You just want me belly-full all the time, don’t you, Jay?”
“I happen to like your abs, Jen, but-did I just get you pregnant, Jenny? I mean, is it possible?”
“No, baby. My suppressants work as birth control, too.”
“I shouldn’t be disappointed.”
He really shouldn’t be. They’re completely unprepared to be seen holding hands in public, never mind the Jared-scented hormones Jensen would be secreting if Jared got him pregnant. But fuck, the idea of being pumped full of Jared’s come, of growing his babies and starting a family with someone who really wants one? Knowing he could have that and not having it? Jensen’s disappointed, too, aching with it right now.
“You want to fill me with your puppies, alpha?” Jensen says and that’s how Jared gets hard enough to fuck him again.
//
It’s past seven when they get home and getting dark outside. Jack’s still not home. They both reek of sex, but Jared refuses to take a shower yet and Jensen doesn’t even want to wipe the mess from his ass, so Jared takes the dogs for their evening run and Jensen starts the laundry, hunts around the house for forgotten dirty dishes and fills the dishwasher. Jared’s always starving when he gets home from practice but tonight he says, “It feels like gremlins are eating my stomach.”
Jensen heats up one of the batches of frozen macaroni and cheese he keeps in the big freezer in the garage to start him off and gets out the fixings for steak and twice-baked potatoes. Jared hoovers the macaroni and then he pulls out his history textbook and his binder and does his homework at the kitchen table. He looks so much younger now-still huge and gorgeous, but he’s still a kid, still hunching over because he’s embarrassed to be so tall unless he remembers to act like a stud.
“I’m going into heat soon,” Jensen says when he can’t help himself anymore. “And you’ve been secreting pheromones just going through puberty, so I’ve probably been secreting more pheromones and so-”
“What are you saying, Jen?”
“I’m saying what you’re feeling is unusual-”
Jared’s face is blank. “Unusual.”
“-and if you start to-if you don’t want to-if you ever don’t want this, we don’t have to do this. Just because I gobbled up your cock like a whore, that doesn’t-there’s this idea that omegas need to be fucked to be happy and that’s just not true, even if-I’m saying that if you lose interest, that’s okay. Don’t feel guilty. We’ll stop, no questions asked.”
Jared stands up, crosses quickly to Jensen, and spreads his hands across Jensen’s chest. “I do feel guilty. I can’t help it because I’m never going to lose interest in you, Jen-you were the first guy I ever got a crush on and I’ve chubbed up for you for three straight years. No matter what your hormones are doing, or mine, I want you. And you’re married to my dad. So, yeah, I feel really fucking guilty. But you never need to worry I don’t want to stuff my cock in your cunt, Jen. Okay?”
Jensen’s aroused as fuck all over again, leaking right down his legs. He picks up the phone and dials Jack’s office. His secretary directs the call and then he hears, “Jack Padalecki.”
“Hey, love, I’m grilling some steaks for dinner and wondering if you’re going to be home.”
“Break my heart, Jen-I just ate two dry, skinny sandwiches from that place down the street and I’m here for another two hours at least. Save me some?”
“I kept a big one off the grill for you. I’ll put it on when you get home, okay?”
“See you by ten or I really am going to stab myself in the chest.”
And what was that Jared said about feeling really fucking guilty?
But as he says, “See you then,” and hangs up, Jensen watches Jared scratch a hand through his hair and bite his soft, pink bottom lip and then all he feels is heat. He sets the phone back in the cradle. “I’ve got to flip the steaks. But then we’ve got two hours, so what’d you say you stuff your cock in my cunt again?”
//
The next day, Jared comes home late with a huge bouquet of gerbera daisies.
“Wow!” Jack says. “What are those for?”
“I was voted MVP on the basketball team,” Jared says, the implication that he got the daisies as a congratulations, but he doesn’t actually say that and like hell the St. Mary’s athletic department gave a boy flowers.
The flowers end up on Jensen’s bedside table. Jack just says, “That was nice,” when he sees them.
//
The night after that, Jack’s home early, but right after he changes out of his suit, he sits down, opens his laptop, and gets on his phone. Jensen’s chopping vegetables on the other side of the kitchen island. Jared comes up and snatches up a piece of red bell pepper and presses his hand against the small of Jensen’s back.
“Need any help, Jen?” he says. Jack looks up at them and smiles.
“Want to-” Jensen starts just as Jared slips his hand underneath the waistband of Jensen’s pants and his briefs at once and squeezes one soft globe of his ass. He whimpers and tries to cover it with a cough. “I’ve, uh-got it covered.”
Jared runs two fingers up and down the spread off his ass slowly and then moves inside. Jensen’s been slick since Jared got home, and his sheath welcomes Jared, his pucker gaping.
“You sure? Nothing I can do?” He thrusts both fingers up Jensen’s cunt and drags his fingertips unerringly against his prostate.
Jensen puts the knife down and focuses entirely on not making a sound until the pleasure abates a little. He takes a deep breath. “Actually, Jared, let me show you something upstairs.”
Jared abandons Jensen’s ass immediately, sucking his dripping wet fingers into his mouth. “Mmm,” he says. “Sure. Lead the way.”
Jensen leads Jared into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “You can’t just do that, Jared, or you’re going to drive us both crazy.” Jared looks worried for a few seconds and Jensen lets him stew a little before he tugs his polo over his head by the collar and undoes his belt. “Now we’ve got ten minutes-maximum, okay?-and you’d best be silent as the grave, alpha.”
Jared tries to nod solemnly, but a grin breaks across his face. Jensen tugs his pants and briefs down to his ankles and gets on his hands and knees on Jared’s bed.
“Shit,” Jared breathes, getting on top of him and pressing his chest to Jensen’s back slowly, from top to bottom. “You want me to mount you?”
“Wait till you have your knot,” Jensen groans. “You won’t believe how deep in me you can get in this position and then we’ll be locked together for hours. You won’t be able to dick around like that when you’ve got your knot, okay? We won’t have time for the consequences.”
“Promise,” Jared says into his neck, lines up his cock, and thrusts all thirteen fat inches inside Jensen, grazing every inch across his prostate. Jensen’s knees give out and he collapses, bringing Jared down on top of him.
“Can’t wait for your knot,” he groans.
“Thought you said knots don’t matter,” Jared said, using the side of the mattress as leverage to pull them both back onto their knees. “Was that bullshit comfort, Daddy?”
Jensen feels the word like a vice around his cock.
“They’ve never mattered before. I’ve made some alphas stop before they knotted with me because the sex was so damn lackluster and fallen asleep right afterward, no problems, no regrets. But fuck, Jay, your cock is so perfect, know your knot’s going to be perfect, too, biggest I’ve ever had, and when we tie-” Jared’s whimpering out of control, but they’re too far away for Jack to hear and it’s so fucking hot to hear how much he wants him. “-your cockhead’s going to be pressed right up to my cervix-your going to be shooting hot come right on my womb, Jay, right where it’s supposed to be, coming in me over and over, till I’m more full than I’ve ever been-going to be amazing.”
“Holy shit-holy shit!” Jared gasps and pulls out of him. Jensen can’t help the keening moan he lets out as he collapses and turns over, his cunt squeezing desperately at cold air.
“What happened?” he says and then he sees it.
One day before his sixteenth birthday and Jared popped his knot. It’s gorgeous and fucking enormous. Jensen puts his hands around it-presses his thumbs together at the bottom and then circles his index fingers around to the top and can just make his fingertips overlap. He’s never seen a cock before and then so quickly after it forms its knot and fuck if Jared’s hasn’t grown longer, too-Jared’s going to be able to fuck him as deep as he has been and then deeper.
“You can’t tie with me,” Jensen says, feeling like he’s going to cry. “Want it-Jesus, want it so much.”
But Jack’s right downstairs and the bright red numbers on Jared’s bedside table say it’s been eight minutes already.
“Maybe-”
“No, Jared. You don’t realize how much time it will take. And we won’t notice the time passing, won’t notice anything-two hours will slip buy and your dad will have walked in on us and then where will we be, huh? You prepared for him to find out tonight?”
Even as he says it, Jensen’s trying to abate the hot, aching itch deep inside him with his own fingers. It isn’t helping. His whole fist isn’t going help at this point, not with Jared within a mile of him smelling like he does.
Jared reaches for him and Jensen grabs his wrist. It’s all he can do to hold him there, not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “We both have to take a shower-separate showers, cold ones. And then you have to go out for a while, Jay. I have to stop smelling you. Okay?”
Jared gives a tight nod and manages to get off the bed and take a couple steps backward. Jensen wraps himself in Jared’s comforter, doing his best to cover his body and hide his scent. “Breathe through your mouth?” Jensen offers.
Jared shakes his head. “Now I can taste you.” His steps are stilted and uneven, but Jared makes it to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Once he hears the water running, Jensen hikes his pants up and sprints to the bathroom off the master suite. The ache is still there under the pound of cold water, but he can fill his lungs again. He dries off and settles the biggest plug he has into his pussy and puts on the most uncomfortable pants he owns: coarse tweed with most of the lining torn up with wear, his nicest pants before Jack claimed him. The itch keeps him grounded through dinner with Jack.
“Do you want to drive Jay’s new truck to pick him up from school tomorrow?” Jack says at some point.
“No!” Jensen says. Clearly he can’t trust himself in the high school parking lot. “I mean-it’s your gift, really, you should, you know, give it to him.”
“All right. Won’t be home till dinner though… Drive me to the dealership in the morning? I’ll take it to work and surprise him when I get home.”
“Perfect,” Jensen whispers.
“You okay?” Jack says.
Jensen is leaking too much slick to keep a plug in his ass. Jensen’s libido is destroying his life. “Fine,” he says, and squeezes Jacks hand.
Continue in Part 2!