Draconis 4
Title: Draconis chapter 4
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's a prince who always does what's expected of him, even as he dreams of following his heart. When his father signs an allegiance with a dragon clan and he meets Jensen, everything changes.
Disclaimer: Neither of these beautiful men are mine. I just play with them sometimes.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to Inanna-Maat and Mystik-Ivanow for their fantastic gifts of beautiful banners and a header to me ;D Mystik made me an awesome icon, too! Thank you, darlin'!
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
(Awesome banner made for me by the talented Mystik-Ivanow)
The steamy bathing room was mostly made up of the deep pool that when full kept Jared submerged to his waist. Lavender perfume constantly dripped into the hot, steaming water so that the delicious scent filled both the room as well as coated the bather. Sharon claimed that it had a calming ability, and melted any anxiety from the body as the heat of the water eased tense muscles. No massage could ever match it.
Jared broke the surface as he stood, his eyes staying closed as he brushed his wet hair from his dripping face and bowed his back in a stretch. His body ached with fatigue as exhaustion pounded behind his eyes.
Even with the high status of their royalty, the Padalecki family still believed in taking care of each other personally when someone was ill. So Jeff, Sandy, Sharon and himself had been up all night alternating between taking vigil in Gerald and Megan’s rooms. They were situated in different sides of the castle, so going back and forth had quickly worn them out but they had been unwilling to turn the job over to the servants.
Both Gerald and Megan had become ill shortly before they were ready to retire to bed for the night, their skin flushed with fevers as they continually vomited.
Jared spent the hours bringing bowls of fresh water from room to room, dipping strips of cloth into them to lay across his sister and father’s foreheads. Sandy’s job was to make sure that they didn’t become dehydrated from lack of drink, while Jeff was ready with the buckets and Sharon fed them medicine.
Megan had stopped being physically ill during the early hours of the morning, but the weakness had yet to leave her. Gerald was still getting sick but not as often, and so Sharon had told her children that she would take over at her husband’s bedside while they got some well deserved sleep.
Jared had opted for his bath first in the hopes that it would help him relax.
So lost in his thoughts was he that he hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t alone, until he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist and a very naked male body press against his back.
“Easy,” Penn murmured as Jared stiffened, brushing his lips against nape of his neck. “I’ve come to help.”
“You didn’t help last night, why should you bother now?”
“I’m no good at handling sick people, Jared. Besides I’m not officially part of the family yet.” His hand slid down Jared’s flat stomach and under the water, fingers wrapping Jared’s flaccid dick and giving a soft squeeze. “This I can handle.”
The pun was not lost on Jared as he shook his head, grasping the other man’s wrist. “No, Penn.”
“Come on, Jared,” Penn coaxed, dancing his lips across the broad, soft shoulders in front of him. His fingers continued to knead and stroke until the shaft in his hand began to harden. “We’ll be wed in a matter of weeks. Don’t you think it’s time?”
Usually Jared put his own needs aside for everyone else. Did what other people wanted just to keep them happy but for the first time in his life he just wouldn’t do it. Giving into this just felt wrong.
He shoved Penn’s hand away, ignoring his body’s protest. “I said no.”
Suddenly Jared was being turned around so fast that his head spun, and pressed back against the side of the bath.
“You think I didn’t see you the other night?” Penn hissed. “You and Jensen?”
“It was just a kiss--”
“A kiss with a dragon, Jared! He’s not even human, that appearance is just a disguise! An illusion. Do you even realize how disgusted that makes me?”
“If you’re so disgusted then why are you trying to bed me?”
“You are my betrothed,” Penn snarled, his fingers bruising tight around Jared’s arms. “Our marriage is important to me and I will not have you ruin that, or make a fool of me because of your infatuation with that lizard.”
Jared shoved him away, satisfied to see Penn stumble a little at the unexpected move. “I will marry you because that’s what my parents want, but I will not allow you to talk to me that way! You don’t own any part of me, Penn. Not my body and especially not my heart and I’ll be damned if you ever do. I like Jensen, and nothing you say will change that.”
Without waiting for a response, he climbed out of the tub and left the bathing room.
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Jared walked slowly through the long hallways towards Megan’s bedroom, a silver tray held carefully in his hands. On top was a bowl of steaming soup, as well as crackers and a glass of water.
The encounter with Penn had left him too angry to sleep, so he’d decided to bring Megan something to eat before heading to his own chambers.
As he moved closer to the bedroom, a sound coming from within caught his attention. Worried about his sister Jared quickened his steps and froze in the doorway at the sight that greeted him.
Megan was lying propped up on her pillows as he’d left her earlier, a handkerchief still clutched in her hand but her face not as pale as it had been. There was a smile on her lips, too.
Jensen was sitting on the side of the large, soft bed and was in the middle of singing a gentle, soothing tune. The sound seemed to encircle the room, creating a feeling of calm that chased away the scent of sickness that had previously clung to the air.
“Jared,” Megan said happily once the song ended, raw throat making her voice hoarse, “doesn’t Jensen sound wonderful?”
He nodded, walking over to place the tray down on the bedside table. “You should eat and get some rest.”
“Aw! But I want Jensen to sing some more.”
“He can sing later. Right now the only way you’re going to get better is to sleep.”
Megan pouted, but accepted the bowl and began to eat. Jared lingered to make sure that she finished at least half as well as the crackers, all the while ignoring Jensen. Once he was satisfied that Megan had eaten and drank enough, he put the bowl back on the tray.
Jared kissed Megan on the forehead, pleased to feel that she wasn’t as feverish as before, and after she promised to get some rest he grabbed Jensen by the wrist and yanked him out of the room.
“What the hell were you doing in there?” Jared demanded once they were away from the bedroom door.
“I think it was obvious,” Jensen replied with a raised eyebrow. “I could hear her coughing from the guestroom.”
“So you just went in there and started singing?”
“I went to the door and asked if she was okay. Megan told me to come in then inquired if I knew any songs. She likes my voice.”
Jared sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temples, trying to ward off a headache. “I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m just worried about Megan and my dad. It’s odd that they became sick at the same time while the rest of us didn’t.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” Jensen pushed Jared’s hands away and replaced them with his own. Jared moaned as the warmth that radiated from the dragon’s fingers soothed his headache away. “Besides Megan is already feeling better.”
“Is it because of your song? It felt like an enchantment.”
“It helped, I’ll say that much. I wish you would have let me know that your family was sick. I would have liked to help more.”
“Jeff wouldn’t allow me to. Besides, you’re still recovering as well.”
“It’s been two days, Jared. I’m fine.”
Jared’s eyes opened to focus on the dragon’s shoulder, and he only then realized that the cloth was gone. There was a light scar that encircled the spot, and as Jared reached up to touch it Jensen shivered.
“Will this fade?”
“Not completely.” Jensen quickly changed the subject before Jared could apologize again. “Is there something I can do for the king? I owe him the most gratitude for this treaty, so if there’s anything..?”
“You can sing for him too, maybe,” Jared ventured. “It helped with Megan after all.”
Jensen agreed and they made their way towards the king and queen’s bedchamber, but upon reaching the doorway Jared once again paused like he had at Megan’s. Gerald was laying comfortably against the pillows, his pale features slack with sleep. Sharon’s head was on his shoulder, her hand resting upon her husband’s chest. Dark circles took up residence under her closed eyes.
Jensen left Jared’s side and trailed further into the room, then grabbed a blanket and drew it up over Sharon’s shoulders so that both her and Gerald were covered. He was singing softly under his breath as he did so, and even though Jared wanted to help he found himself unable to stop simply watching him as he worked.
That same feeling from Megan’s room swirled warm and calm around again, and Jared watched in awe as his father’s face gained color and his breathing became less labored.
“You’re amazing,” he said as the two of them left, gently closing the door behind them. “What was that song?”
A light blush dusted Jensen’s cheeks at the praise. “It’s a lullaby that my mother used to sing to us.”
When Jensen stopped at the guestroom, Jared grabbed his wrist and pulled him along as he continued to walk. He ignored Jensen’s confused inquiry.
It had begun to rain outside, the droplets hitting the balcony doors in a steady, soothing rhythm. Jared climbed onto the bed and laid down on his side, facing the doors, and felt the mattress dip behind him.
“You’re hurt,” Jensen said, ghosting his fingers over the bruise on Jared’s arm.
“It’s nothing. I just want to sleep, okay?”
There was a moment of hesitation, and then Jensen laid behind him with his chest against Jared’s back. While Penn’s position like this had been predatory, Jensen’s was comforting and for a moment Jared wondered what it would be like to be betrothed to Jensen instead.
“You smell nice.”
“It’s the perfume my mother keeps in the bath.”
Jensen pressed his face against Jared’s hair, and the younger brunet laughed softly when he heard what sounded like purring coming from behind him. He rolled over to face Jensen, giving him a grin.
“If I hadn’t seen your dragon form for myself, I’d think you were actually a cat.”
“I don’t like cats. They give me hairballs.”
Jared stared at him in horror, and as Jensen grinned he groaned and smacked the dragon in the face with a pillow. Jensen coughed and then glared at the offending little white feather that had flown out of his mouth.
Jared laughed. “You mean like that?”
“Okay, that’s it!” Jensen tackled him, and they rolled around on the bed pushing the blankets to the floor. More feathers fluttered down on them like snow as one of the pillows tore during the tussle.
By the end Jared’s sides were burning from all the laughter, and for the first time in a long time he finally felt completely happy and content.
As the noise died down, they laid on their backs beside each other with their heads on the wrong end of the bed and a rescued blanket from the floor draped over their torsos.
Jared wiggled his toes. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Older than you.”
“Jensen.”
“Jared.”
“Come on,” Jared turned his head towards him, the candlelight allowing him to see Jensen’s profile. He really was beautiful. “Are you afraid I’ll make fun of you, Grandpa?”
“I’m still young, by dragon standards.”
“Number! Give me a number.”
Jensen sighed. “I thought you just wanted to sleep.”
“That was before you choked on a big bad feather. Now quit stalling and tell me how old you are.” Jared sat up and bounced over and over again, causing Jensen’s body to do the same.
“Fine! I’m one hundred summers. Okay? Now cut it out.”
Jared stilled for a moment as he gaped, then lunged forward. Jensen released a breathless “oomph!” as he sat on his stomach.
“Are you serious?” Jared pressed his hands against the bed on either side of Jensen’s head, tilting his own as he studied him in wonder. “You don’t look a day over twenty-five!”
“I told you,” Jensen glared up at him, “by dragon standards I’m a young adult just like you are, as my kind can live to be over two thousand. And by the way your butt is really heavy.”
Jared pressed down harder and wiggled, a smug smile barely able to touch his lips before he was flipped over onto his back. He blinked up at Jensen, taken aback by the quick maneuver. “You’re fast for someone so old.”
“And you’re slow on the uptake, so we’re even.”
Jared reached up, trailing his fingers through the other man’s short hair. It was as soft as it looked, and Jensen leaned into the touch.
“You really are like a cat,” Jared smiled.
Leaning up on one arm, his hand trailed down Jensen’s smooth neck and across his collarbone, then down a lightly muscled chest and flat stomach.
“Jared..” Jensen’s groaned huskily. His hands cupped Jared’s thighs and eased them further apart to accommodate his body as he laid on top of him.
Jared ghosted his touch over the length of Jensen’s back, following the dip of his spine up to his shoulders. He moaned softly as Jensen subtly started to rock his hips, creating delicious friction as their erections dragged against each other.
“Your purity is so damn intoxicating,” Jensen breathed. He ducked his head and dragged the flat of his tongue over Jared’s throat. “I can sense it. How is it that no one has touched you like this before?”
“I’ve never allowed it, since Penn is supposed to be the only one with that right.”
A low, possessive growl emitted from Jensen’s throat. “He doesn’t deserve it.”
Jared grabbed Jensen’s head, pulling him back up into a heated kiss. The last thing he wanted to do was think about his infidelity. Jared parted his lips, accepting Jensen’s tongue into his mouth as he felt the front of his pants becoming damp with precome.
Jensen broke the kiss and moved back enough to hastily remove his clothes before helping Jared do the same. Once they were both naked he pressed their bodies together again.
Jared’s hands went back to their exploration of Jensen’s body, his lips dragging over the other man’s jawline as he kissed and licked the warm skin. But Penn’s comment in the bath came back to him unbidden, and he immediately pulled away.
“What’s the matter?” Jensen raised himself up on his arms, his features twisted in concern. “Are you okay?”
“This body..” Jared looked down to Jensen’s chest, watching his fingers as they rested against the hairless skin. “Is it just an illusion?”
Jensen was silent for a moment, then rolled them so that they were both on their sides facing each other. His fingers wrapped around Jared’s, keeping it close. “Jared, this may not be the form I was born in but it still belongs to me. The scar on my shoulder from Ansem’s teeth should be proof of that. It’s not an illusion - it’s part of who I am even if some of your kind and mine do not want to accept that. This is me, just as much as my dragon body is.”
Jared smiled and nodded. He should have known better than to let Penn make him doubt something he’d already known in his heart to be true. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be comfortable with me, and if you have doubts then it’s okay to voice them.”
A strong feeling of affection wrapped itself around Jared’s heart like a snake, squeezing so tightly that he felt almost overwhelmed by all of it. Sliding his arm around Jensen’s waist, he pulled the other man closer and kissed him again.
Jensen came alive under the attention, drawing Jared’s leg around his hip as they started to rock again. Their naked erections slid and pushed against each other, and Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth as pleasure pulsed through his body like liquid heat.
Using his leg around Jensen’s hip as leverage, he pushed forward as he sat up, guiding Jensen onto his back as he situated himself on the older brunet’s waist.
Jensen trailed his hands up and down Jared’s hips, his fingers kneading the muscles before sliding around to cup the soft globes of his ass. Jared pulled back from the kiss with a curse, pressing back against Jensen’s hands before rocking forward against his dick.
He gasped in surprise, his shaft twitching in immense interest as Jensen’s fingers delved between his ass cheeks to encircle his hole. The tip of one finger pressed inside, using the sweat on Jared’s body to ease the way as he thrust it in and out in a mockery of actual sex.
“Oh God, please..” Jared moaned, shoving back longingly. He whimpered in loss as the pressure disappeared, then watched in fascination as Jensen sucked quickly on his fingers before moving them back to his ass. Slick with saliva, he pushed one inside and Jared tightened instinctively.
“Relax,” Jensen murmured, his free hand stroking circles against Jared’s thigh and hip as he rocked his finger back and forth a few times before adding a second.
Jared groaned and bent forward, burying his face in Jensen’s neck. The intrusion felt both weird and uncomfortable, but at the same time it was such an amazing sensation that he didn’t want it to stop. The brunet panted against Jensen’s skin, the heat of his breath causing the older man to perspire even more but he hardly seemed to mind.
Jensen curled his fingers, shoving all the way inside. Jared cried out, his body stiffening as hot pleasure shot through his veins to pool at his dick.
“What the hell is that?”
“Something that’s going to feel even better when my cock hits it,” Jensen replied huskily, working his two fingers against the chestnut-sized prostate gland before adding a third.
“Ohh shit..” Jared pushed himself up on his knees, rocking frantically against Jensen’s hand in a desperate attempt to keep the sensation going. He’d never felt anything so damn good, and he wanted more of it.
All at once the fingers were gone and Jared was flipped onto his back so fast that he bounced against the bed.
“This is your last chance to tell me to stop,” Jensen warned. He crouched between Jared’s spread legs, his hand already working his dick that was curved up and ready towards his belly. “Once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to.”
Jared swallowed hard, watching Jensen lazily thrust into the tight circle of his own fingers. He’d be lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t scared, especially seeing Jensen’s girth but at the same time he’d never been more sure of anything.
Jensen had the kindest heart that Jared had ever known, as was proven by how he’d taken care of the Padalecki family even when he didn’t have to. And he made Jared happy. If there was anyone who was perfect for this, it was him.
“I want it.”
Scooting forward so that there was no space left between them, Jensen guided himself forward into Jared’s body. The pain was almost too much, and Jared hadn’t even realized he was trying to move away until Jensen’s hand caught his hip and held him still.
“It’s okay, Jared. Just breathe. It’ll get better, I promise.”
Jared whimpered, his eyes tightly closed as he took deep breaths. Even as he trembled against him, his body aching to move, Jensen waited patiently for Jared to adjust to him. He stroked the prince’s flanks as he purred and murmured soothing words of encouragement, and as soon as Jared stopped clenching so tightly he gave a tentative and shallow thrust.
When Jared made no move to stop him, Jensen moved again and again until he was able to go deep enough to once again hit Jared’s prostate with the bulbous head of his cock.
His pain seemed to be forgotten at that point, and Jared moaned in pleasure for the first time since Jensen entered him. Jensen angled his thrusts to continually hit that spot, and soon after they were moving frantically against each other while their lips locked and tongues entwined in a heated kiss as Jensen pounded into Jared’s pliant body.
“Uhh, yeah,” Jensen groaned, breaking the kiss. “So damn good, Jared. So fucking hot and tight. Wanted this… wanted it from the moment I saw you.”
“Mmmm, me too…” Jared whimpered. This time the sound in ecstasy rather than discomfort. “Never knew it would be this good…”
Jared threw his head back a sharp cry, his come splattering their bellies like paint as his body tightened. The older brunet keened at the sensation and his hips slapped savagely against Jared’s ass. He froze, groaning Jared’s name as thick ropes of his semen splashed hotly inside of the prince’s body.
They remained still for a few moments, both trying to catch their breath. Finally, Jensen eased his softening dick from Jared’s swollen ass and flopped, boneless, beside him.
Jared shifted a little, feeling some of Jensen’s release trickling from his body. It was disgusting and yet one of the hottest things he’d ever felt.
“Are you okay?” Jensen pulled the blanket up over them both, pressing a kiss to Jared’s shoulder.
“Better than,” Jared smiled tiredly. “I think I can sleep now. You’re going to stay tonight, aren’t you?”
“I will.”
True to his word Jensen continued to lay beside him, listening to the rain as he watched Jared succumb to slumber. After he was sure that he wouldn’t disturb the younger man he slipped out of bed and padded towards the bedroom door.
He opened it enough to stick his head out and found Thomas waiting for him.
“Word is that the king is going to announce the oldest prince is ready to be his successor,” Tom said.
Jensen nodded. “I feared as much. Send word to Jeffrey Dean, we will continue as planned.”
Tom frowned at him, glancing passed Jensen towards the lone occupant on the bed. “Jensen--”
“Just do it.” Jensen closed the door, the click of the latch unnaturally loud and ominous in the dark hallway.
Chapter 5
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's a prince who always does what's expected of him, even as he dreams of following his heart. When his father signs an allegiance with a dragon clan and he meets Jensen, everything changes.
Disclaimer: Neither of these beautiful men are mine. I just play with them sometimes.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to Inanna-Maat and Mystik-Ivanow for their fantastic gifts of beautiful banners and a header to me ;D Mystik made me an awesome icon, too! Thank you, darlin'!
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
(Awesome banner made for me by the talented Mystik-Ivanow)
The steamy bathing room was mostly made up of the deep pool that when full kept Jared submerged to his waist. Lavender perfume constantly dripped into the hot, steaming water so that the delicious scent filled both the room as well as coated the bather. Sharon claimed that it had a calming ability, and melted any anxiety from the body as the heat of the water eased tense muscles. No massage could ever match it.
Jared broke the surface as he stood, his eyes staying closed as he brushed his wet hair from his dripping face and bowed his back in a stretch. His body ached with fatigue as exhaustion pounded behind his eyes.
Even with the high status of their royalty, the Padalecki family still believed in taking care of each other personally when someone was ill. So Jeff, Sandy, Sharon and himself had been up all night alternating between taking vigil in Gerald and Megan’s rooms. They were situated in different sides of the castle, so going back and forth had quickly worn them out but they had been unwilling to turn the job over to the servants.
Both Gerald and Megan had become ill shortly before they were ready to retire to bed for the night, their skin flushed with fevers as they continually vomited.
Jared spent the hours bringing bowls of fresh water from room to room, dipping strips of cloth into them to lay across his sister and father’s foreheads. Sandy’s job was to make sure that they didn’t become dehydrated from lack of drink, while Jeff was ready with the buckets and Sharon fed them medicine.
Megan had stopped being physically ill during the early hours of the morning, but the weakness had yet to leave her. Gerald was still getting sick but not as often, and so Sharon had told her children that she would take over at her husband’s bedside while they got some well deserved sleep.
Jared had opted for his bath first in the hopes that it would help him relax.
So lost in his thoughts was he that he hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t alone, until he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist and a very naked male body press against his back.
“Easy,” Penn murmured as Jared stiffened, brushing his lips against nape of his neck. “I’ve come to help.”
“You didn’t help last night, why should you bother now?”
“I’m no good at handling sick people, Jared. Besides I’m not officially part of the family yet.” His hand slid down Jared’s flat stomach and under the water, fingers wrapping Jared’s flaccid dick and giving a soft squeeze. “This I can handle.”
The pun was not lost on Jared as he shook his head, grasping the other man’s wrist. “No, Penn.”
“Come on, Jared,” Penn coaxed, dancing his lips across the broad, soft shoulders in front of him. His fingers continued to knead and stroke until the shaft in his hand began to harden. “We’ll be wed in a matter of weeks. Don’t you think it’s time?”
Usually Jared put his own needs aside for everyone else. Did what other people wanted just to keep them happy but for the first time in his life he just wouldn’t do it. Giving into this just felt wrong.
He shoved Penn’s hand away, ignoring his body’s protest. “I said no.”
Suddenly Jared was being turned around so fast that his head spun, and pressed back against the side of the bath.
“You think I didn’t see you the other night?” Penn hissed. “You and Jensen?”
“It was just a kiss--”
“A kiss with a dragon, Jared! He’s not even human, that appearance is just a disguise! An illusion. Do you even realize how disgusted that makes me?”
“If you’re so disgusted then why are you trying to bed me?”
“You are my betrothed,” Penn snarled, his fingers bruising tight around Jared’s arms. “Our marriage is important to me and I will not have you ruin that, or make a fool of me because of your infatuation with that lizard.”
Jared shoved him away, satisfied to see Penn stumble a little at the unexpected move. “I will marry you because that’s what my parents want, but I will not allow you to talk to me that way! You don’t own any part of me, Penn. Not my body and especially not my heart and I’ll be damned if you ever do. I like Jensen, and nothing you say will change that.”
Without waiting for a response, he climbed out of the tub and left the bathing room.
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Jared walked slowly through the long hallways towards Megan’s bedroom, a silver tray held carefully in his hands. On top was a bowl of steaming soup, as well as crackers and a glass of water.
The encounter with Penn had left him too angry to sleep, so he’d decided to bring Megan something to eat before heading to his own chambers.
As he moved closer to the bedroom, a sound coming from within caught his attention. Worried about his sister Jared quickened his steps and froze in the doorway at the sight that greeted him.
Megan was lying propped up on her pillows as he’d left her earlier, a handkerchief still clutched in her hand but her face not as pale as it had been. There was a smile on her lips, too.
Jensen was sitting on the side of the large, soft bed and was in the middle of singing a gentle, soothing tune. The sound seemed to encircle the room, creating a feeling of calm that chased away the scent of sickness that had previously clung to the air.
“Jared,” Megan said happily once the song ended, raw throat making her voice hoarse, “doesn’t Jensen sound wonderful?”
He nodded, walking over to place the tray down on the bedside table. “You should eat and get some rest.”
“Aw! But I want Jensen to sing some more.”
“He can sing later. Right now the only way you’re going to get better is to sleep.”
Megan pouted, but accepted the bowl and began to eat. Jared lingered to make sure that she finished at least half as well as the crackers, all the while ignoring Jensen. Once he was satisfied that Megan had eaten and drank enough, he put the bowl back on the tray.
Jared kissed Megan on the forehead, pleased to feel that she wasn’t as feverish as before, and after she promised to get some rest he grabbed Jensen by the wrist and yanked him out of the room.
“What the hell were you doing in there?” Jared demanded once they were away from the bedroom door.
“I think it was obvious,” Jensen replied with a raised eyebrow. “I could hear her coughing from the guestroom.”
“So you just went in there and started singing?”
“I went to the door and asked if she was okay. Megan told me to come in then inquired if I knew any songs. She likes my voice.”
Jared sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temples, trying to ward off a headache. “I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m just worried about Megan and my dad. It’s odd that they became sick at the same time while the rest of us didn’t.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” Jensen pushed Jared’s hands away and replaced them with his own. Jared moaned as the warmth that radiated from the dragon’s fingers soothed his headache away. “Besides Megan is already feeling better.”
“Is it because of your song? It felt like an enchantment.”
“It helped, I’ll say that much. I wish you would have let me know that your family was sick. I would have liked to help more.”
“Jeff wouldn’t allow me to. Besides, you’re still recovering as well.”
“It’s been two days, Jared. I’m fine.”
Jared’s eyes opened to focus on the dragon’s shoulder, and he only then realized that the cloth was gone. There was a light scar that encircled the spot, and as Jared reached up to touch it Jensen shivered.
“Will this fade?”
“Not completely.” Jensen quickly changed the subject before Jared could apologize again. “Is there something I can do for the king? I owe him the most gratitude for this treaty, so if there’s anything..?”
“You can sing for him too, maybe,” Jared ventured. “It helped with Megan after all.”
Jensen agreed and they made their way towards the king and queen’s bedchamber, but upon reaching the doorway Jared once again paused like he had at Megan’s. Gerald was laying comfortably against the pillows, his pale features slack with sleep. Sharon’s head was on his shoulder, her hand resting upon her husband’s chest. Dark circles took up residence under her closed eyes.
Jensen left Jared’s side and trailed further into the room, then grabbed a blanket and drew it up over Sharon’s shoulders so that both her and Gerald were covered. He was singing softly under his breath as he did so, and even though Jared wanted to help he found himself unable to stop simply watching him as he worked.
That same feeling from Megan’s room swirled warm and calm around again, and Jared watched in awe as his father’s face gained color and his breathing became less labored.
“You’re amazing,” he said as the two of them left, gently closing the door behind them. “What was that song?”
A light blush dusted Jensen’s cheeks at the praise. “It’s a lullaby that my mother used to sing to us.”
When Jensen stopped at the guestroom, Jared grabbed his wrist and pulled him along as he continued to walk. He ignored Jensen’s confused inquiry.
It had begun to rain outside, the droplets hitting the balcony doors in a steady, soothing rhythm. Jared climbed onto the bed and laid down on his side, facing the doors, and felt the mattress dip behind him.
“You’re hurt,” Jensen said, ghosting his fingers over the bruise on Jared’s arm.
“It’s nothing. I just want to sleep, okay?”
There was a moment of hesitation, and then Jensen laid behind him with his chest against Jared’s back. While Penn’s position like this had been predatory, Jensen’s was comforting and for a moment Jared wondered what it would be like to be betrothed to Jensen instead.
“You smell nice.”
“It’s the perfume my mother keeps in the bath.”
Jensen pressed his face against Jared’s hair, and the younger brunet laughed softly when he heard what sounded like purring coming from behind him. He rolled over to face Jensen, giving him a grin.
“If I hadn’t seen your dragon form for myself, I’d think you were actually a cat.”
“I don’t like cats. They give me hairballs.”
Jared stared at him in horror, and as Jensen grinned he groaned and smacked the dragon in the face with a pillow. Jensen coughed and then glared at the offending little white feather that had flown out of his mouth.
Jared laughed. “You mean like that?”
“Okay, that’s it!” Jensen tackled him, and they rolled around on the bed pushing the blankets to the floor. More feathers fluttered down on them like snow as one of the pillows tore during the tussle.
By the end Jared’s sides were burning from all the laughter, and for the first time in a long time he finally felt completely happy and content.
As the noise died down, they laid on their backs beside each other with their heads on the wrong end of the bed and a rescued blanket from the floor draped over their torsos.
Jared wiggled his toes. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Older than you.”
“Jensen.”
“Jared.”
“Come on,” Jared turned his head towards him, the candlelight allowing him to see Jensen’s profile. He really was beautiful. “Are you afraid I’ll make fun of you, Grandpa?”
“I’m still young, by dragon standards.”
“Number! Give me a number.”
Jensen sighed. “I thought you just wanted to sleep.”
“That was before you choked on a big bad feather. Now quit stalling and tell me how old you are.” Jared sat up and bounced over and over again, causing Jensen’s body to do the same.
“Fine! I’m one hundred summers. Okay? Now cut it out.”
Jared stilled for a moment as he gaped, then lunged forward. Jensen released a breathless “oomph!” as he sat on his stomach.
“Are you serious?” Jared pressed his hands against the bed on either side of Jensen’s head, tilting his own as he studied him in wonder. “You don’t look a day over twenty-five!”
“I told you,” Jensen glared up at him, “by dragon standards I’m a young adult just like you are, as my kind can live to be over two thousand. And by the way your butt is really heavy.”
Jared pressed down harder and wiggled, a smug smile barely able to touch his lips before he was flipped over onto his back. He blinked up at Jensen, taken aback by the quick maneuver. “You’re fast for someone so old.”
“And you’re slow on the uptake, so we’re even.”
Jared reached up, trailing his fingers through the other man’s short hair. It was as soft as it looked, and Jensen leaned into the touch.
“You really are like a cat,” Jared smiled.
Leaning up on one arm, his hand trailed down Jensen’s smooth neck and across his collarbone, then down a lightly muscled chest and flat stomach.
“Jared..” Jensen’s groaned huskily. His hands cupped Jared’s thighs and eased them further apart to accommodate his body as he laid on top of him.
Jared ghosted his touch over the length of Jensen’s back, following the dip of his spine up to his shoulders. He moaned softly as Jensen subtly started to rock his hips, creating delicious friction as their erections dragged against each other.
“Your purity is so damn intoxicating,” Jensen breathed. He ducked his head and dragged the flat of his tongue over Jared’s throat. “I can sense it. How is it that no one has touched you like this before?”
“I’ve never allowed it, since Penn is supposed to be the only one with that right.”
A low, possessive growl emitted from Jensen’s throat. “He doesn’t deserve it.”
Jared grabbed Jensen’s head, pulling him back up into a heated kiss. The last thing he wanted to do was think about his infidelity. Jared parted his lips, accepting Jensen’s tongue into his mouth as he felt the front of his pants becoming damp with precome.
Jensen broke the kiss and moved back enough to hastily remove his clothes before helping Jared do the same. Once they were both naked he pressed their bodies together again.
Jared’s hands went back to their exploration of Jensen’s body, his lips dragging over the other man’s jawline as he kissed and licked the warm skin. But Penn’s comment in the bath came back to him unbidden, and he immediately pulled away.
“What’s the matter?” Jensen raised himself up on his arms, his features twisted in concern. “Are you okay?”
“This body..” Jared looked down to Jensen’s chest, watching his fingers as they rested against the hairless skin. “Is it just an illusion?”
Jensen was silent for a moment, then rolled them so that they were both on their sides facing each other. His fingers wrapped around Jared’s, keeping it close. “Jared, this may not be the form I was born in but it still belongs to me. The scar on my shoulder from Ansem’s teeth should be proof of that. It’s not an illusion - it’s part of who I am even if some of your kind and mine do not want to accept that. This is me, just as much as my dragon body is.”
Jared smiled and nodded. He should have known better than to let Penn make him doubt something he’d already known in his heart to be true. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be comfortable with me, and if you have doubts then it’s okay to voice them.”
A strong feeling of affection wrapped itself around Jared’s heart like a snake, squeezing so tightly that he felt almost overwhelmed by all of it. Sliding his arm around Jensen’s waist, he pulled the other man closer and kissed him again.
Jensen came alive under the attention, drawing Jared’s leg around his hip as they started to rock again. Their naked erections slid and pushed against each other, and Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth as pleasure pulsed through his body like liquid heat.
Using his leg around Jensen’s hip as leverage, he pushed forward as he sat up, guiding Jensen onto his back as he situated himself on the older brunet’s waist.
Jensen trailed his hands up and down Jared’s hips, his fingers kneading the muscles before sliding around to cup the soft globes of his ass. Jared pulled back from the kiss with a curse, pressing back against Jensen’s hands before rocking forward against his dick.
He gasped in surprise, his shaft twitching in immense interest as Jensen’s fingers delved between his ass cheeks to encircle his hole. The tip of one finger pressed inside, using the sweat on Jared’s body to ease the way as he thrust it in and out in a mockery of actual sex.
“Oh God, please..” Jared moaned, shoving back longingly. He whimpered in loss as the pressure disappeared, then watched in fascination as Jensen sucked quickly on his fingers before moving them back to his ass. Slick with saliva, he pushed one inside and Jared tightened instinctively.
“Relax,” Jensen murmured, his free hand stroking circles against Jared’s thigh and hip as he rocked his finger back and forth a few times before adding a second.
Jared groaned and bent forward, burying his face in Jensen’s neck. The intrusion felt both weird and uncomfortable, but at the same time it was such an amazing sensation that he didn’t want it to stop. The brunet panted against Jensen’s skin, the heat of his breath causing the older man to perspire even more but he hardly seemed to mind.
Jensen curled his fingers, shoving all the way inside. Jared cried out, his body stiffening as hot pleasure shot through his veins to pool at his dick.
“What the hell is that?”
“Something that’s going to feel even better when my cock hits it,” Jensen replied huskily, working his two fingers against the chestnut-sized prostate gland before adding a third.
“Ohh shit..” Jared pushed himself up on his knees, rocking frantically against Jensen’s hand in a desperate attempt to keep the sensation going. He’d never felt anything so damn good, and he wanted more of it.
All at once the fingers were gone and Jared was flipped onto his back so fast that he bounced against the bed.
“This is your last chance to tell me to stop,” Jensen warned. He crouched between Jared’s spread legs, his hand already working his dick that was curved up and ready towards his belly. “Once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to.”
Jared swallowed hard, watching Jensen lazily thrust into the tight circle of his own fingers. He’d be lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t scared, especially seeing Jensen’s girth but at the same time he’d never been more sure of anything.
Jensen had the kindest heart that Jared had ever known, as was proven by how he’d taken care of the Padalecki family even when he didn’t have to. And he made Jared happy. If there was anyone who was perfect for this, it was him.
“I want it.”
Scooting forward so that there was no space left between them, Jensen guided himself forward into Jared’s body. The pain was almost too much, and Jared hadn’t even realized he was trying to move away until Jensen’s hand caught his hip and held him still.
“It’s okay, Jared. Just breathe. It’ll get better, I promise.”
Jared whimpered, his eyes tightly closed as he took deep breaths. Even as he trembled against him, his body aching to move, Jensen waited patiently for Jared to adjust to him. He stroked the prince’s flanks as he purred and murmured soothing words of encouragement, and as soon as Jared stopped clenching so tightly he gave a tentative and shallow thrust.
When Jared made no move to stop him, Jensen moved again and again until he was able to go deep enough to once again hit Jared’s prostate with the bulbous head of his cock.
His pain seemed to be forgotten at that point, and Jared moaned in pleasure for the first time since Jensen entered him. Jensen angled his thrusts to continually hit that spot, and soon after they were moving frantically against each other while their lips locked and tongues entwined in a heated kiss as Jensen pounded into Jared’s pliant body.
“Uhh, yeah,” Jensen groaned, breaking the kiss. “So damn good, Jared. So fucking hot and tight. Wanted this… wanted it from the moment I saw you.”
“Mmmm, me too…” Jared whimpered. This time the sound in ecstasy rather than discomfort. “Never knew it would be this good…”
Jared threw his head back a sharp cry, his come splattering their bellies like paint as his body tightened. The older brunet keened at the sensation and his hips slapped savagely against Jared’s ass. He froze, groaning Jared’s name as thick ropes of his semen splashed hotly inside of the prince’s body.
They remained still for a few moments, both trying to catch their breath. Finally, Jensen eased his softening dick from Jared’s swollen ass and flopped, boneless, beside him.
Jared shifted a little, feeling some of Jensen’s release trickling from his body. It was disgusting and yet one of the hottest things he’d ever felt.
“Are you okay?” Jensen pulled the blanket up over them both, pressing a kiss to Jared’s shoulder.
“Better than,” Jared smiled tiredly. “I think I can sleep now. You’re going to stay tonight, aren’t you?”
“I will.”
True to his word Jensen continued to lay beside him, listening to the rain as he watched Jared succumb to slumber. After he was sure that he wouldn’t disturb the younger man he slipped out of bed and padded towards the bedroom door.
He opened it enough to stick his head out and found Thomas waiting for him.
“Word is that the king is going to announce the oldest prince is ready to be his successor,” Tom said.
Jensen nodded. “I feared as much. Send word to Jeffrey Dean, we will continue as planned.”
Tom frowned at him, glancing passed Jensen towards the lone occupant on the bed. “Jensen--”
“Just do it.” Jensen closed the door, the click of the latch unnaturally loud and ominous in the dark hallway.
Chapter 5