Courtesan, Supernatural RPS AU, NC-7
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Jared, implied JDM/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4467
Summary: Total AU. Jensen is a newly promoted courtesan in the House of Morgan, and this is his first night serving in the Great Hall. Jared is a gladiator, also in service to the House of Morgan. To honor Jared's victory over the champion of a rival house, he has been given the new courtesan for the evening.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. For starters, I really, really resisted starting this, because I know it's going to get epic...and I need another epic like I need an elephant to sit on me. Still...it wasn't letting go. So things to know: This is a cross between Feudal Japanese society and Roman society. Courtesans are chosen based on time and location of birth and physical characteristics. They are property of the state, but serve the Lords who govern the regions in which they are born. Likewise, gladiators are chosen in much the same way, but with different criteria. They are also property of the state, and serve the Lords who govern the regions where they were born. Anyone wants to commit art in the name of such prettiness is welcome to do so, and icons and the like are most welcomed! *hint*
It had been two days since his final service as a novice. Two days since his Lord adorned him with the crest of his House.
Jensen lifted his foot to the vanity top so he could see the anklet. He’d worn a version of the anklet as long as he could remember. It marked him a courtesan. When he had first arrived, the anklet had been white. When he was twelve, he received the blue one, to show he had completed the first parts of his training and had taken his vows to be an acolyte.
When he was sixteen, he’d received the silver one. It was the mark of a novice. He had served as novice for nearly seven years. Most served ten. It was a mark of pride to be promoted so young.
Now, he wore a gold anklet with the crest of Morgan dangling from the chain. He was to serve in the Great Hall for the first time as a courtesan for his Lord. He had served as novice to some of the great courtesans, assisting them in their duties, so he knew what to expect.
He wasn’t nervous. Excited perhaps, with flutters in his stomach as he thought about the debut. He had several hours left to prepare, but without the aid of a novice, he would need that time.
Jensen put his foot down and stood, examining his body in the mirror. He had bathed in water scented with rose and lavender. He was firm in all the right places and his skin soft to the touch.
He began with a lotion, softly scented like the bath water. From his feet and up, over silky smooth skin that had been waxed clean of hair only the day before. He could do this routine in his sleep. He can’t even remember the first time. It was so long before, and every day and every evening began this way. Bath, air dry, lotion, powder, face, hair, jewelry.
It was a long process, but the end result was beauty and the difference between the Lord’s favor and disfavor. He was just putting the finishing touches on his face when he sensed the approach of another. It had to be a member of the family, no one else would dare intrude on such an important evening.
Jensen brushed glittering powder over the lines of gold and black around his eyes, over the red and pink on his cheeks, and down over his chin, spreading it over his chest and shoulders.
“You are beautiful.”
Jensen lowered his eyes, a small smile playing around his lips. Jeffrey. “You are kind, my Lord.”
“I am jealous.” The middle son of Lord Morgan stepped from the shadows and appeared behind Jensen in the mirror. “You are the most beautiful courtesan our family’s court has had in over a century. You will bring great honor to our House.”
Jensen blushed. He was used to praise from Jeffrey, they had formed a friendship from the first night Jensen had served him. Of all the novices in training, Jensen was the one most often called to serve Jeffrey. Still, he blushed at the effusive adoration.
The nobleman held a hand over Jensen’s shoulder. In it was a box. “I brought you a gift.”
Jensen took the box and looked up at Jeffrey. “My Lord, it is not necessary.”
“I want you to wear it tonight.”
Jensen opened the box, his breath catching in his throat. The ruby lay against black velvet, big and beautiful. The gold of the chain winked in the light of his vanity mirror. “It is beautiful.”
Jeffrey reached over his shoulders for the pendant and lifted it, turning it and settling it to Jensen’s skin. With gentle hands, he lifted Jensen’s hair through the chain. Jensen’s hand lifted to the jewel, touching it lightly. “Every time I see you tonight, I will see this, and know that you were mine long before anyone else got to see you.”
His hands came away from Jensen’s skin, but his mouth stayed near his ear. “I have chosen your companion for your first night. A man worthy of your beauty.”
His hand stroked over Jensen’s hair. “A warrior. Strong and victorious.”
Jensen tried not to react to the thought. He was well trained to serve regardless of companion, male or female, old or young, beautiful or disgusting. He had been fortunate that he had mostly had those like Jeffrey, noble born, and handsome. Or courtesans and trainers who were beautiful and skilled.
A warrior could mean rough, scarred and brutal. Though he doubted Jeffrey would give him to a brutal man on his debut night.
Jeffrey looked as though he might kiss Jensen, then cleared his throat and stood upright again. “I should let you finish preparing.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” Jensen offered him a smile in the mirror and then he was gone and Jensen was once more alone.
With hands that trembled slightly, Jensen finished applying the traditional cosmetics, painting his lips red to match the red silk of the robe that would be his only clothing of the evening. His blond hair was streaked in gold and red, also to match the robe. It took him slightly longer than usual to braid the small accent braids that would frame his face and lay lightly over the shoulder length hair, but when he was done, he smiled. The hairstyle had been chosen for him because it accented the beauty of his face, let his eyes be seen.
Jensen checked his time. He was running slightly behind due to Jeffrey’s visit. He took a deep breath and turned to his jewelry box. Much of his jewelry was no longer acceptable, because it was silver and his new station required gold. Lord Morgan had given him the gold nipple rings upon his promotion, a reward for service he had called them.
He removed the silver hoops and replaced them with the gold, fishing in his box for the red beaded accents that would dangle from the bottom of the hoops. He played with his nipples to get them to full hardness, then admired the effect. The gold and red played beautifully against his white skin.
He only had two choices for his ears. He chose the ruby studs that had been a gift from Lady Morgan. The gold hoops would be too much paired with the rest of his finery. He quickly pulled on the gold and black bangles, pulling them up his arms until they were tight and wouldn’t fall. Then he went for the rings, slipping them on his smallest and largest fingers on both hands.
“Ten minutes,” a voice called from the doorway.
Jensen stood and reached for his cock, fondling it until it became partially aroused and reached for the cock ring that would hold him and show off his biggest asset for the evening. It was gold too, with tiny ruby accents. He settled the gold chain around his narrow waist, centering it’s drop chain under his navel and clipping it to the cock ring.
Lastly he settled the robe over his shoulders, draping it down his back and leaving his chest and cock exposed. This was it.
He blew out slowly, gathering himself. He’d been training for this moment since he was five. He’d learned to speak in six languages. He’d learned to dance and sing. He could play five instruments. He was graceful and limber and now it was his turn to shine.
He stepped out of his private space and curtseyed gracefully for the Director of Courtesans. She smiled and took his hand. “Ah Jensen, how we’ve waited for this night. Come. We are almost ready for you.”
It was High Feast night, celebrating a great victory in the arena the day before. The hall would be filled with nobility and the wealthy patrons of the games, as well as those warriors who were victorious and others Lord Morgan thought to include.
For his debut, Jensen would be expected to dance and play a solo before he was given to his companion for the evening. Director Ella led him to the curtains and let him peek beyond them into the hall. To the side, Lord and Lady Morgan sat on their high chairs, holding hands. Jeffrey and his brothers were there as well.
The hall was filled, and it was loud as the first course was cleared from the tables. Nobles filled the tables closest to the Morgan table. Jensen could see familiar faces, courtesans already at work, serving their companions. Further back were those with money but not titles. There were courtesans there as well.
In the back of the hall, nearest the kitchen, tables were filled with guardsmen and gladiators who were being honored for their triumphs on the field of battle. From what Jeff said, it would be one of them with whom Jensen would spend his debut night.
Ella smiled and pointed with one finger. “The tall one, standing in the corner.”
Jensen watched the man in question. He was taller by at least six inches than any of the others, well muscled and well dressed. He stood apart from the others, not eating nor drinking, simply watching. He seemed tense. His dark hair was trimmed close, his face carefully neutral as his fellows cheered and rough housed.
The gong sounded, startling Jensen out of his inventory of the man. Ella picked at a spot of lint on his shoulder. “Ready?”
He nodded, but didn’t speak. He needed to bring his head back, stop thinking about his warrior and what the night might bring. The gong rang again and the noise dwindled. Slowly, the sound of music grew, overpowering the remaining sounds of the crowd.
Jensen took a deep breath and slipped his left leg through the curtains, the anklet jingling lightly as he lifted the leg, pointed his toe and set it down. There was a murmur through the hall as he lifted the toe again, circling his leg, then putting his foot on the floor.
His right hand emerged next, circling lightly in the air, knowing the bright lights would make the jewelry sparkle.
When he finally stepped through the curtain there was a gasping sound and he had to fight to supress the grin, concentrating instead on making his body move with the music, his hips slowly grinding. He closed his eyes and let the music move him, the silk of his robe swishing around his legs, occasionally hiding his bouncing cock.
His eyes opened as he turned, spotting Jeffrey who was grinning at him, then, as he completed the turn on his warrior, whose green eyes were staring at Jensen. Their eyes met and Jensen felt his body flush with heat.
He made his final turn, tearing his eyes away from the man and finishing with a deep, formal curtsey to Lord Morgan. There was applause and Jensen kept his eyes on the floor as he stood to acknowledge it with a bow toward the room.
When it had died down, Jensen made his way to Lord Morgan’s chair, taking his place behind his Lord. It was a place afforded only to those making their debut. Lady Morgan smiled at him as the second course was served. When it was done, Jensen would play the harp for the hall.
Only when that was done, before the third course was served, would Jensen be offered to the warrior. Jensen stood in place and tried not to look at Jeffrey or at the man in the corner, but he could feel their eyes. He started to lick his lips, then remembered the lipstick and refrained. It would not due to smudge his face.
Just a few minutes. Jensen concentrated on the back of Lord Morgan’s chair. Focus on the moment, on the duty. When Lord Morgan stood and held out a hand for Jensen, he was relieved. He slipped his hand into his Lord’s and let himself be presented to the room. There was polite applause and two servants putting his harp in the center of the stage.
His fingers knew the song and plucked at the strings with strong movements, filling the hall with a melody that was sad and yet stirring. He kept his head down, tucked against the instrument, playing with abandon. He was almost surprised when it was over.
He was breathing a little hard as he stood and once again offered a formal curtsey to his Lord, who was standing and applauding. Once again, Lord Morgan took his hand, and presented him to the room.
“My Lords and Ladies, honored guests, it is my pleasure to bring this courtesan into our hall. He is the youngest to achieve the rank in the history of the House of Morgan. For his debut evening, we have chosen to honor this achievement by choosing for his companion another remarkable young man who honors the House with his prowess and power on the sands of the arena. Yesterday we saw him defeat the undefeated champion of the House of Reeds.” He held his hand out to the man who stepped out of the corner and moved around his fellows, into the aisle between tables. “Jared, I offer you the companionship and service of this courtesan, as a reward for your valiant service.”
The closer the warrior came, the more Jensen’s stomach trembled. He was big, bigger even than he’d first assumed. His shirt was white silk and it made his skin seem dark.
He could choose not to take the offer, but truthfully, no one would. Especially not a gladiator like him, who belonged to the House of Morgan just as surely as Jensen did. It was an honor, a privilege only rarely bestowed upon those who fought and bled in the ring.
The hand Jared held out as he bowed was huge. Jensen found himself staring at it. “My Lord, you honor me.”
Then Lord Morgan was giving Jensen’s hand to Jared and the room was exploding as Jared led him down from the stage and to the side exit of the hall that led to the chambers where courtesans worked their trade.
Once they were out of the hall, Jared’s hand loosened up and he slowed, looking to Jensen for direction. “They coached me this far, but I don’t…” Jared shook his head.
Jensen smiled shyly. “Come, our room is prepared and waiting.” He took the lead then, with Jared following. He opened the door into the opulent suite and stepped aside. Soft and designed for comfort the room was warm and gently lit, three steps down from the door. The circular bed was sunken, filled with silk sheets and furs, pillows of every shape and size. Hidden compartments with the stairs held instruments of pleasure and behind the bed a small kitchen was stocked with the foods of pleasure as well.
“If it please.” Jensen pulled the door closed as Jared stepped inside. “If I may.” Jensen gestured to Jared’s feet and the boots that encased them.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Jared sat on the top step and Jensen moved until he could kneel in front of him to remove his boots and set them near the door. “I don’t really know how this works.” Jared said, wiping his big hands on his thigh. “Never done this before….I mean…not the sex part. I get that part. But…there’s like ritual and stuff, right?”
Jensen smiled softly. “Yes, there is tradition which must be observed. If you will allow me, I can assist you.”
“Yeah, I mean…okay. What do I do?”
“For the moment, you stay still. I will begin.” Jensen rose up on his knees, reaching for the man’s shirt. “First I will offer you the comfort of removing your clothing. Relax.”
“Easy for you to say.” Jared huffed and settled as Jensen’s hands moved over his chest, caressing through the shirt before loosening the ties, then sliding his hands down one arm to loosen the cuff and slide the sleeve down. He moved to the other arm and as his hands moved over the bicep he felt the bandages. “Are you injured, my lord?”
Jared blushed and shook his head. “Just a scratch…couple of stitches.” Jensen filed the information away and continued. “And…I’m Jared. Not your lord.”
Jensen paused with Jared’s hand in his and looked up at him. “All whom a courtesan serves are noble while in the time they are together, my lord.”
Jared’s hands were rough, calloused and scraped. Jensen guided the hand up and into the sleeve, then slipped his hands to Jared’s waist, lifting the shirt over his head. He folded the shirt and took it to the shelf. Jared was standing, tugging his soft pants down as Jensen turned.
Jared blushed and turned slightly away as his cock was freed, and he stepped out of the pants, holding them out to Jensen, who took them and folded them and placed them beside his shirt. He moved then to the small kitchen, returning with a basin of warm water. Rose petals floated on the surface.
“Please, my lord.” Jensen motioned for Jared to sit, and when he had, Jensen set the basin down and lifted a cloth, wringing the water from it. “It is customary to wash away the cares of the day, before we begin. So that you are free to think only of our time together.”
He lifted the cloth and stroked it down Jared’s right arm, over muscles and scars and down to his fingers. Jensen focused on his task, diligently cleaning each finger, the palm of his hand, before dipping the cloth back into the water. He was gentle as he moved to the left arm, skirting around the bandage and down to those fingers.
Jared’s big hand covered his cock as Jensen moved to his thighs and over his knees. There were scars here as well, some thick and long. As if sensing Jensen’s thoughts, Jared murmured, “Tiger.”
Jensen nodded and continued to Jared’s toes, washing them lightly before returning the cloth to the water. Jared’s skin was dark from the sun, so much darker than Jensen’s, except where the scars rose up, white markers of a life lived hard on the sands of the arena. Jensen soothed over the long scar across Jared’s chest, then over each nipple, each ridge of muscle until Jared was squirming. Jensen hid his smile and moved to Jared’s back.
There were darker scars here, marks that did not come from battle. Marks made at the end of a whip. Just as diligently, Jensen traced each of those and Jared stilled beneath his touch.
Jensen returned the cloth to the water, then gathered the basin and returned it to the kitchen. The tea tray was prepared and waiting, and he added a small platter of fruits and cheeses to the tray before bringing it down to the sunken bed. He knelt as he set the tray in the center and lifted his eyes to Jared.
“I could not help but notice that you did not eat, my lord. Come, let me serve you.”
Jared licked his lips and moved to his knees, crawling across the bed until he was kneeling opposite Jensen. “This too is tradition, my lord.” He lifted the cup and held it up between them. “To assure you are sated in all ways.”
There was more to the ceremony than that. It was a remnant of a time when Lords would use their courtesans to assassinate their rivals with poison in their tea. Jensen set the cup on the tray and lifted the tea, pouring it slowly into the cup. He lifted the cup between them again, showing Jared the tea before lifting it to his own lips and sipping. Three sips, to prove that there was no poison, then he held it out to Jared.
He licked his lips and moved a hand to take the cup but Jensen shook his head lightly. Jared didn’t seem to understand, so Jensen moved closer, holding the cup up to Jared’s mouth.
“Oh.” Jared leaned in and set his lips to the cup, sipping noisily. When the tea was nearly gone, Jensen returned the cup to the tray and moved his hand to the fruit.
His fingers closed on a plump strawberry and brought it up to his own mouth. He bit into the sweet fruit. Jared’s eyes were caught on Jensen’s mouth, watching as he pulled the strawberry away. Jared licked his lips in anticipation as Jensen’s hand brought the strawberry to him. His mouth opened, then closed over the fruit.
Jensen smiled at the groan of pleasure that came from Jared as he chewed. “What…what is that?” Jared asked once he’d swallowed. “I’ve never tasted anything like that.”
Jensen’s smile dimmed a little. “It is a strawberry, my lord. A fruit.”
Jared’s eyes were big as he pointed to the plate. “And that?”
“Raspberry.”
Before he could stop Jared, Jared’s hand had plucked a raspberry from the plate and popped it into his mouth. “Apples and oranges, I get those.” Jared said as he swallowed. “I remember my mother used to pick oranges from the tree in our back yard and give them to us for breakfast.”
He stopped and shook his head. “I don’t know why I said that.”
“Perhaps some cheese, my lord?” Jensen lifted a square of the hard white cheese. Jared opened his mouth and when he closed it, captured not only the cheese but the tip of Jensen’s finger as well. He sucked at it lightly before Jensen slipped it free.
A fire was building in his stomach. Jensen shifted slightly and lifted another cheese, softer and yellow. It stuck to his fingers and Jared sucked it from them, his eyes sparkling.
Jared’s hand caught him by the upper arm and pulled him closer. His breath was warm as he moved in, as his lips brushed over Jensen’s. He opened his mouth with no hesitation and pressed against Jared’s lips, surrendering into the kiss. When Jared’s tongue touched his, it was as if the fire inside him exploded out and into his veins. He flushed and leaned in and Jared’s big hand moved from his arm to the back of his head.
When he sat back, his lipstick was smeared over Jared’s mouth and Jared’s tongue snaked out to taste it.
“I wasn’t sure about this.” Jared said softly, his free hand dropping to cradle his cock, which was clearly harder now than it had been.
Jensen’s hands soothed over his skin. “Which part, my lord?”
“I...I’ve never…like this…” Jared licked his lips again. Jensen kissed over their moistness, his hands sliding down to join Jared’s on his cock. “Like this.” Jared repeated.
“Easy, my lord.” Jensen murmured, his hand moving slowly over the heated skin of Jared’s hardening cock. Jared’s hand fell away. “Allow me to show you pleasure.”
Jared nodded slowly, his eyes closed. “Lay my lord.’ Jensen whispered, guiding him down to his back. He paused long enough to move the tray out of their way, then resumed touching, first sliding a hand down Jared’s cock, then moving his other hand gently over his skin, thigh and stomach. Jared relaxed little by little, his muscles unbunching beneath Jensen as he caressed.
When Jensen added gentle kisses, Jared’s cock twitched. “Is it pleasing, my lord?”
Jared’s eyes opened, unfocused and bright. “Yeah…god yeah…”
Jensen’s mouth trailed kisses over his abdomen, down toward his cock, circling it and coming closer with each movement, until his lips were pressed to the base of Jared’s cock. He opened his mouth then, breathing hot air over the skin, licking up in tiny touches until he reached the top. Jared’s breathy moan was encouraging.
He was already dribbling and Jensen knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him over the edge. “Shall I finish this way my lord, or do you wish to come inside me?” Jensen asked, keeping his voice soft.
Jared gasped and lifted his head, but didn’t seem able to answer. Jensen sat back and shed his robe. Jared reached for him, one big hand pulling Jensen down until Jared’s mouth could reach Jensen’s.
Jensen lifted a hand to the compartment nearest him, knowing he’d find lube. He brought it to him, never breaking the kiss as he popped the bottle open and warmed some in his hands before reaching for Jared’s cock again.
Jared’s mouth roamed over his jaw and Jensen turned, letting him kiss over a shoulder, onto the back of his neck, as Jensen laid on his stomach, his cock held tight in its cock ring and pressed against the mattress under him. One hand slid to Jared’s hip, guiding him. “Come my lord.” Jensen whispered. Jared’s body rolled over his, his cock sliding slickly into his crack.
Jensen’s hand slipped from Jared’s hip, to his cock, guiding him up and to the tight opening of his ass. The weight of his body as he rolled was enough to push him inside, sliding on the abundance of lube. Jensen held his breath as he took the full weight of the larger man and Jared adjusted.
His mouth latched onto the back of Jensen’s neck, sucking and nipping, and when he moved, it was more of a roll of his hips than a thrust, moving their bodies together. Jensen spread his legs, dropping Jared’s knees between his thighs, altering the angle and Jared moaned.
“Never like this.” Jared whispered again, his hips flexing and moving his cock inside Jensen. He moaned into the wet skin at Jensen’s neck. Jensen soothed his hands over the rounds of Jared’s ass, gentle encouragement…Jared moved back, then sank in again. His come was hot as it filled Jensen, Jared’s startled gasp a sign he hadn’t been ready for it to happen so fast.
They lay together a moment or two, Jared’s cock barely softening inside him. Then Jared rolled to the side, sighing softly. When Jensen sat up, Jared’s eyes were closed, his left hand splayed across his stomach. His cock was still half hard, shiny with come. Jensen leaned in to lick him clean, and when he’d finished and looked up, Jared’s eyes were open again.
“Did I hurt you?” Jared asked softly, genuine concern in his eyes.
“Of course not, my lord.” Jensen responded with a soft smile. “You were most gentle.”
“I…know it isn’t always…and I…” Jared closed his eyes again. “Thank you.”
Jensen laid a hand over his on his stomach. “It is much to early for saying thank you, my lord. I am yours until morning’s first light. This is but a beginning.”
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Jared, implied JDM/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4467
Summary: Total AU. Jensen is a newly promoted courtesan in the House of Morgan, and this is his first night serving in the Great Hall. Jared is a gladiator, also in service to the House of Morgan. To honor Jared's victory over the champion of a rival house, he has been given the new courtesan for the evening.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. For starters, I really, really resisted starting this, because I know it's going to get epic...and I need another epic like I need an elephant to sit on me. Still...it wasn't letting go. So things to know: This is a cross between Feudal Japanese society and Roman society. Courtesans are chosen based on time and location of birth and physical characteristics. They are property of the state, but serve the Lords who govern the regions in which they are born. Likewise, gladiators are chosen in much the same way, but with different criteria. They are also property of the state, and serve the Lords who govern the regions where they were born. Anyone wants to commit art in the name of such prettiness is welcome to do so, and icons and the like are most welcomed! *hint*
It had been two days since his final service as a novice. Two days since his Lord adorned him with the crest of his House.
Jensen lifted his foot to the vanity top so he could see the anklet. He’d worn a version of the anklet as long as he could remember. It marked him a courtesan. When he had first arrived, the anklet had been white. When he was twelve, he received the blue one, to show he had completed the first parts of his training and had taken his vows to be an acolyte.
When he was sixteen, he’d received the silver one. It was the mark of a novice. He had served as novice for nearly seven years. Most served ten. It was a mark of pride to be promoted so young.
Now, he wore a gold anklet with the crest of Morgan dangling from the chain. He was to serve in the Great Hall for the first time as a courtesan for his Lord. He had served as novice to some of the great courtesans, assisting them in their duties, so he knew what to expect.
He wasn’t nervous. Excited perhaps, with flutters in his stomach as he thought about the debut. He had several hours left to prepare, but without the aid of a novice, he would need that time.
Jensen put his foot down and stood, examining his body in the mirror. He had bathed in water scented with rose and lavender. He was firm in all the right places and his skin soft to the touch.
He began with a lotion, softly scented like the bath water. From his feet and up, over silky smooth skin that had been waxed clean of hair only the day before. He could do this routine in his sleep. He can’t even remember the first time. It was so long before, and every day and every evening began this way. Bath, air dry, lotion, powder, face, hair, jewelry.
It was a long process, but the end result was beauty and the difference between the Lord’s favor and disfavor. He was just putting the finishing touches on his face when he sensed the approach of another. It had to be a member of the family, no one else would dare intrude on such an important evening.
Jensen brushed glittering powder over the lines of gold and black around his eyes, over the red and pink on his cheeks, and down over his chin, spreading it over his chest and shoulders.
“You are beautiful.”
Jensen lowered his eyes, a small smile playing around his lips. Jeffrey. “You are kind, my Lord.”
“I am jealous.” The middle son of Lord Morgan stepped from the shadows and appeared behind Jensen in the mirror. “You are the most beautiful courtesan our family’s court has had in over a century. You will bring great honor to our House.”
Jensen blushed. He was used to praise from Jeffrey, they had formed a friendship from the first night Jensen had served him. Of all the novices in training, Jensen was the one most often called to serve Jeffrey. Still, he blushed at the effusive adoration.
The nobleman held a hand over Jensen’s shoulder. In it was a box. “I brought you a gift.”
Jensen took the box and looked up at Jeffrey. “My Lord, it is not necessary.”
“I want you to wear it tonight.”
Jensen opened the box, his breath catching in his throat. The ruby lay against black velvet, big and beautiful. The gold of the chain winked in the light of his vanity mirror. “It is beautiful.”
Jeffrey reached over his shoulders for the pendant and lifted it, turning it and settling it to Jensen’s skin. With gentle hands, he lifted Jensen’s hair through the chain. Jensen’s hand lifted to the jewel, touching it lightly. “Every time I see you tonight, I will see this, and know that you were mine long before anyone else got to see you.”
His hands came away from Jensen’s skin, but his mouth stayed near his ear. “I have chosen your companion for your first night. A man worthy of your beauty.”
His hand stroked over Jensen’s hair. “A warrior. Strong and victorious.”
Jensen tried not to react to the thought. He was well trained to serve regardless of companion, male or female, old or young, beautiful or disgusting. He had been fortunate that he had mostly had those like Jeffrey, noble born, and handsome. Or courtesans and trainers who were beautiful and skilled.
A warrior could mean rough, scarred and brutal. Though he doubted Jeffrey would give him to a brutal man on his debut night.
Jeffrey looked as though he might kiss Jensen, then cleared his throat and stood upright again. “I should let you finish preparing.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” Jensen offered him a smile in the mirror and then he was gone and Jensen was once more alone.
With hands that trembled slightly, Jensen finished applying the traditional cosmetics, painting his lips red to match the red silk of the robe that would be his only clothing of the evening. His blond hair was streaked in gold and red, also to match the robe. It took him slightly longer than usual to braid the small accent braids that would frame his face and lay lightly over the shoulder length hair, but when he was done, he smiled. The hairstyle had been chosen for him because it accented the beauty of his face, let his eyes be seen.
Jensen checked his time. He was running slightly behind due to Jeffrey’s visit. He took a deep breath and turned to his jewelry box. Much of his jewelry was no longer acceptable, because it was silver and his new station required gold. Lord Morgan had given him the gold nipple rings upon his promotion, a reward for service he had called them.
He removed the silver hoops and replaced them with the gold, fishing in his box for the red beaded accents that would dangle from the bottom of the hoops. He played with his nipples to get them to full hardness, then admired the effect. The gold and red played beautifully against his white skin.
He only had two choices for his ears. He chose the ruby studs that had been a gift from Lady Morgan. The gold hoops would be too much paired with the rest of his finery. He quickly pulled on the gold and black bangles, pulling them up his arms until they were tight and wouldn’t fall. Then he went for the rings, slipping them on his smallest and largest fingers on both hands.
“Ten minutes,” a voice called from the doorway.
Jensen stood and reached for his cock, fondling it until it became partially aroused and reached for the cock ring that would hold him and show off his biggest asset for the evening. It was gold too, with tiny ruby accents. He settled the gold chain around his narrow waist, centering it’s drop chain under his navel and clipping it to the cock ring.
Lastly he settled the robe over his shoulders, draping it down his back and leaving his chest and cock exposed. This was it.
He blew out slowly, gathering himself. He’d been training for this moment since he was five. He’d learned to speak in six languages. He’d learned to dance and sing. He could play five instruments. He was graceful and limber and now it was his turn to shine.
He stepped out of his private space and curtseyed gracefully for the Director of Courtesans. She smiled and took his hand. “Ah Jensen, how we’ve waited for this night. Come. We are almost ready for you.”
It was High Feast night, celebrating a great victory in the arena the day before. The hall would be filled with nobility and the wealthy patrons of the games, as well as those warriors who were victorious and others Lord Morgan thought to include.
For his debut, Jensen would be expected to dance and play a solo before he was given to his companion for the evening. Director Ella led him to the curtains and let him peek beyond them into the hall. To the side, Lord and Lady Morgan sat on their high chairs, holding hands. Jeffrey and his brothers were there as well.
The hall was filled, and it was loud as the first course was cleared from the tables. Nobles filled the tables closest to the Morgan table. Jensen could see familiar faces, courtesans already at work, serving their companions. Further back were those with money but not titles. There were courtesans there as well.
In the back of the hall, nearest the kitchen, tables were filled with guardsmen and gladiators who were being honored for their triumphs on the field of battle. From what Jeff said, it would be one of them with whom Jensen would spend his debut night.
Ella smiled and pointed with one finger. “The tall one, standing in the corner.”
Jensen watched the man in question. He was taller by at least six inches than any of the others, well muscled and well dressed. He stood apart from the others, not eating nor drinking, simply watching. He seemed tense. His dark hair was trimmed close, his face carefully neutral as his fellows cheered and rough housed.
The gong sounded, startling Jensen out of his inventory of the man. Ella picked at a spot of lint on his shoulder. “Ready?”
He nodded, but didn’t speak. He needed to bring his head back, stop thinking about his warrior and what the night might bring. The gong rang again and the noise dwindled. Slowly, the sound of music grew, overpowering the remaining sounds of the crowd.
Jensen took a deep breath and slipped his left leg through the curtains, the anklet jingling lightly as he lifted the leg, pointed his toe and set it down. There was a murmur through the hall as he lifted the toe again, circling his leg, then putting his foot on the floor.
His right hand emerged next, circling lightly in the air, knowing the bright lights would make the jewelry sparkle.
When he finally stepped through the curtain there was a gasping sound and he had to fight to supress the grin, concentrating instead on making his body move with the music, his hips slowly grinding. He closed his eyes and let the music move him, the silk of his robe swishing around his legs, occasionally hiding his bouncing cock.
His eyes opened as he turned, spotting Jeffrey who was grinning at him, then, as he completed the turn on his warrior, whose green eyes were staring at Jensen. Their eyes met and Jensen felt his body flush with heat.
He made his final turn, tearing his eyes away from the man and finishing with a deep, formal curtsey to Lord Morgan. There was applause and Jensen kept his eyes on the floor as he stood to acknowledge it with a bow toward the room.
When it had died down, Jensen made his way to Lord Morgan’s chair, taking his place behind his Lord. It was a place afforded only to those making their debut. Lady Morgan smiled at him as the second course was served. When it was done, Jensen would play the harp for the hall.
Only when that was done, before the third course was served, would Jensen be offered to the warrior. Jensen stood in place and tried not to look at Jeffrey or at the man in the corner, but he could feel their eyes. He started to lick his lips, then remembered the lipstick and refrained. It would not due to smudge his face.
Just a few minutes. Jensen concentrated on the back of Lord Morgan’s chair. Focus on the moment, on the duty. When Lord Morgan stood and held out a hand for Jensen, he was relieved. He slipped his hand into his Lord’s and let himself be presented to the room. There was polite applause and two servants putting his harp in the center of the stage.
His fingers knew the song and plucked at the strings with strong movements, filling the hall with a melody that was sad and yet stirring. He kept his head down, tucked against the instrument, playing with abandon. He was almost surprised when it was over.
He was breathing a little hard as he stood and once again offered a formal curtsey to his Lord, who was standing and applauding. Once again, Lord Morgan took his hand, and presented him to the room.
“My Lords and Ladies, honored guests, it is my pleasure to bring this courtesan into our hall. He is the youngest to achieve the rank in the history of the House of Morgan. For his debut evening, we have chosen to honor this achievement by choosing for his companion another remarkable young man who honors the House with his prowess and power on the sands of the arena. Yesterday we saw him defeat the undefeated champion of the House of Reeds.” He held his hand out to the man who stepped out of the corner and moved around his fellows, into the aisle between tables. “Jared, I offer you the companionship and service of this courtesan, as a reward for your valiant service.”
The closer the warrior came, the more Jensen’s stomach trembled. He was big, bigger even than he’d first assumed. His shirt was white silk and it made his skin seem dark.
He could choose not to take the offer, but truthfully, no one would. Especially not a gladiator like him, who belonged to the House of Morgan just as surely as Jensen did. It was an honor, a privilege only rarely bestowed upon those who fought and bled in the ring.
The hand Jared held out as he bowed was huge. Jensen found himself staring at it. “My Lord, you honor me.”
Then Lord Morgan was giving Jensen’s hand to Jared and the room was exploding as Jared led him down from the stage and to the side exit of the hall that led to the chambers where courtesans worked their trade.
Once they were out of the hall, Jared’s hand loosened up and he slowed, looking to Jensen for direction. “They coached me this far, but I don’t…” Jared shook his head.
Jensen smiled shyly. “Come, our room is prepared and waiting.” He took the lead then, with Jared following. He opened the door into the opulent suite and stepped aside. Soft and designed for comfort the room was warm and gently lit, three steps down from the door. The circular bed was sunken, filled with silk sheets and furs, pillows of every shape and size. Hidden compartments with the stairs held instruments of pleasure and behind the bed a small kitchen was stocked with the foods of pleasure as well.
“If it please.” Jensen pulled the door closed as Jared stepped inside. “If I may.” Jensen gestured to Jared’s feet and the boots that encased them.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Jared sat on the top step and Jensen moved until he could kneel in front of him to remove his boots and set them near the door. “I don’t really know how this works.” Jared said, wiping his big hands on his thigh. “Never done this before….I mean…not the sex part. I get that part. But…there’s like ritual and stuff, right?”
Jensen smiled softly. “Yes, there is tradition which must be observed. If you will allow me, I can assist you.”
“Yeah, I mean…okay. What do I do?”
“For the moment, you stay still. I will begin.” Jensen rose up on his knees, reaching for the man’s shirt. “First I will offer you the comfort of removing your clothing. Relax.”
“Easy for you to say.” Jared huffed and settled as Jensen’s hands moved over his chest, caressing through the shirt before loosening the ties, then sliding his hands down one arm to loosen the cuff and slide the sleeve down. He moved to the other arm and as his hands moved over the bicep he felt the bandages. “Are you injured, my lord?”
Jared blushed and shook his head. “Just a scratch…couple of stitches.” Jensen filed the information away and continued. “And…I’m Jared. Not your lord.”
Jensen paused with Jared’s hand in his and looked up at him. “All whom a courtesan serves are noble while in the time they are together, my lord.”
Jared’s hands were rough, calloused and scraped. Jensen guided the hand up and into the sleeve, then slipped his hands to Jared’s waist, lifting the shirt over his head. He folded the shirt and took it to the shelf. Jared was standing, tugging his soft pants down as Jensen turned.
Jared blushed and turned slightly away as his cock was freed, and he stepped out of the pants, holding them out to Jensen, who took them and folded them and placed them beside his shirt. He moved then to the small kitchen, returning with a basin of warm water. Rose petals floated on the surface.
“Please, my lord.” Jensen motioned for Jared to sit, and when he had, Jensen set the basin down and lifted a cloth, wringing the water from it. “It is customary to wash away the cares of the day, before we begin. So that you are free to think only of our time together.”
He lifted the cloth and stroked it down Jared’s right arm, over muscles and scars and down to his fingers. Jensen focused on his task, diligently cleaning each finger, the palm of his hand, before dipping the cloth back into the water. He was gentle as he moved to the left arm, skirting around the bandage and down to those fingers.
Jared’s big hand covered his cock as Jensen moved to his thighs and over his knees. There were scars here as well, some thick and long. As if sensing Jensen’s thoughts, Jared murmured, “Tiger.”
Jensen nodded and continued to Jared’s toes, washing them lightly before returning the cloth to the water. Jared’s skin was dark from the sun, so much darker than Jensen’s, except where the scars rose up, white markers of a life lived hard on the sands of the arena. Jensen soothed over the long scar across Jared’s chest, then over each nipple, each ridge of muscle until Jared was squirming. Jensen hid his smile and moved to Jared’s back.
There were darker scars here, marks that did not come from battle. Marks made at the end of a whip. Just as diligently, Jensen traced each of those and Jared stilled beneath his touch.
Jensen returned the cloth to the water, then gathered the basin and returned it to the kitchen. The tea tray was prepared and waiting, and he added a small platter of fruits and cheeses to the tray before bringing it down to the sunken bed. He knelt as he set the tray in the center and lifted his eyes to Jared.
“I could not help but notice that you did not eat, my lord. Come, let me serve you.”
Jared licked his lips and moved to his knees, crawling across the bed until he was kneeling opposite Jensen. “This too is tradition, my lord.” He lifted the cup and held it up between them. “To assure you are sated in all ways.”
There was more to the ceremony than that. It was a remnant of a time when Lords would use their courtesans to assassinate their rivals with poison in their tea. Jensen set the cup on the tray and lifted the tea, pouring it slowly into the cup. He lifted the cup between them again, showing Jared the tea before lifting it to his own lips and sipping. Three sips, to prove that there was no poison, then he held it out to Jared.
He licked his lips and moved a hand to take the cup but Jensen shook his head lightly. Jared didn’t seem to understand, so Jensen moved closer, holding the cup up to Jared’s mouth.
“Oh.” Jared leaned in and set his lips to the cup, sipping noisily. When the tea was nearly gone, Jensen returned the cup to the tray and moved his hand to the fruit.
His fingers closed on a plump strawberry and brought it up to his own mouth. He bit into the sweet fruit. Jared’s eyes were caught on Jensen’s mouth, watching as he pulled the strawberry away. Jared licked his lips in anticipation as Jensen’s hand brought the strawberry to him. His mouth opened, then closed over the fruit.
Jensen smiled at the groan of pleasure that came from Jared as he chewed. “What…what is that?” Jared asked once he’d swallowed. “I’ve never tasted anything like that.”
Jensen’s smile dimmed a little. “It is a strawberry, my lord. A fruit.”
Jared’s eyes were big as he pointed to the plate. “And that?”
“Raspberry.”
Before he could stop Jared, Jared’s hand had plucked a raspberry from the plate and popped it into his mouth. “Apples and oranges, I get those.” Jared said as he swallowed. “I remember my mother used to pick oranges from the tree in our back yard and give them to us for breakfast.”
He stopped and shook his head. “I don’t know why I said that.”
“Perhaps some cheese, my lord?” Jensen lifted a square of the hard white cheese. Jared opened his mouth and when he closed it, captured not only the cheese but the tip of Jensen’s finger as well. He sucked at it lightly before Jensen slipped it free.
A fire was building in his stomach. Jensen shifted slightly and lifted another cheese, softer and yellow. It stuck to his fingers and Jared sucked it from them, his eyes sparkling.
Jared’s hand caught him by the upper arm and pulled him closer. His breath was warm as he moved in, as his lips brushed over Jensen’s. He opened his mouth with no hesitation and pressed against Jared’s lips, surrendering into the kiss. When Jared’s tongue touched his, it was as if the fire inside him exploded out and into his veins. He flushed and leaned in and Jared’s big hand moved from his arm to the back of his head.
When he sat back, his lipstick was smeared over Jared’s mouth and Jared’s tongue snaked out to taste it.
“I wasn’t sure about this.” Jared said softly, his free hand dropping to cradle his cock, which was clearly harder now than it had been.
Jensen’s hands soothed over his skin. “Which part, my lord?”
“I...I’ve never…like this…” Jared licked his lips again. Jensen kissed over their moistness, his hands sliding down to join Jared’s on his cock. “Like this.” Jared repeated.
“Easy, my lord.” Jensen murmured, his hand moving slowly over the heated skin of Jared’s hardening cock. Jared’s hand fell away. “Allow me to show you pleasure.”
Jared nodded slowly, his eyes closed. “Lay my lord.’ Jensen whispered, guiding him down to his back. He paused long enough to move the tray out of their way, then resumed touching, first sliding a hand down Jared’s cock, then moving his other hand gently over his skin, thigh and stomach. Jared relaxed little by little, his muscles unbunching beneath Jensen as he caressed.
When Jensen added gentle kisses, Jared’s cock twitched. “Is it pleasing, my lord?”
Jared’s eyes opened, unfocused and bright. “Yeah…god yeah…”
Jensen’s mouth trailed kisses over his abdomen, down toward his cock, circling it and coming closer with each movement, until his lips were pressed to the base of Jared’s cock. He opened his mouth then, breathing hot air over the skin, licking up in tiny touches until he reached the top. Jared’s breathy moan was encouraging.
He was already dribbling and Jensen knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him over the edge. “Shall I finish this way my lord, or do you wish to come inside me?” Jensen asked, keeping his voice soft.
Jared gasped and lifted his head, but didn’t seem able to answer. Jensen sat back and shed his robe. Jared reached for him, one big hand pulling Jensen down until Jared’s mouth could reach Jensen’s.
Jensen lifted a hand to the compartment nearest him, knowing he’d find lube. He brought it to him, never breaking the kiss as he popped the bottle open and warmed some in his hands before reaching for Jared’s cock again.
Jared’s mouth roamed over his jaw and Jensen turned, letting him kiss over a shoulder, onto the back of his neck, as Jensen laid on his stomach, his cock held tight in its cock ring and pressed against the mattress under him. One hand slid to Jared’s hip, guiding him. “Come my lord.” Jensen whispered. Jared’s body rolled over his, his cock sliding slickly into his crack.
Jensen’s hand slipped from Jared’s hip, to his cock, guiding him up and to the tight opening of his ass. The weight of his body as he rolled was enough to push him inside, sliding on the abundance of lube. Jensen held his breath as he took the full weight of the larger man and Jared adjusted.
His mouth latched onto the back of Jensen’s neck, sucking and nipping, and when he moved, it was more of a roll of his hips than a thrust, moving their bodies together. Jensen spread his legs, dropping Jared’s knees between his thighs, altering the angle and Jared moaned.
“Never like this.” Jared whispered again, his hips flexing and moving his cock inside Jensen. He moaned into the wet skin at Jensen’s neck. Jensen soothed his hands over the rounds of Jared’s ass, gentle encouragement…Jared moved back, then sank in again. His come was hot as it filled Jensen, Jared’s startled gasp a sign he hadn’t been ready for it to happen so fast.
They lay together a moment or two, Jared’s cock barely softening inside him. Then Jared rolled to the side, sighing softly. When Jensen sat up, Jared’s eyes were closed, his left hand splayed across his stomach. His cock was still half hard, shiny with come. Jensen leaned in to lick him clean, and when he’d finished and looked up, Jared’s eyes were open again.
“Did I hurt you?” Jared asked softly, genuine concern in his eyes.
“Of course not, my lord.” Jensen responded with a soft smile. “You were most gentle.”
“I…know it isn’t always…and I…” Jared closed his eyes again. “Thank you.”
Jensen laid a hand over his on his stomach. “It is much to early for saying thank you, my lord. I am yours until morning’s first light. This is but a beginning.”