Gladiator 3, Supernatural RPS AU, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Gladiator 3 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2856
Summary: Total AU. Jared has a rough day, but in the end finds a way to make it right.
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. WARNINGS: Moving forward there will be underage sex. Because of the society in which they live, it isn't seen as wrong. I've hinted at it already, and you won't see it in this chapter, but it's coming.
Art, from apieceofcake...
“Easy my lord.” Jensen murmured to him as they maneuvered Jared and his broken leg closer to the sunken tub. Jensen walked backward into the water and encouraged Jared to sit on the ledge. “We will leave the wrappings for now. I will replace them later.”
Jensen held the ankle, then reached for Jared’s hand. “Easy now, slow.”
Jared slid into the water and Jensen lowered his leg. “There now.” Jensen smiled at him. Jared licked his lips and tried not to look as nervous as he felt. He hadn’t sat in a tub of water since he was a child, and then it was more a large bucket than a tub. This was a lot of water.
“Are you well?” Jensen asked, standing over him, the water lapping around his thighs.
“I’m…okay.” Jared’s hands held to the side of the tub. “I just…I haven’t…water…it’s a lot of water.”
“For someone as big as you, my lord, we require a lot of water. Relax, you are in no danger here.”
“Easy for you to say.” Jared let one hand slide into the water and tried to relax.
Jensen lowered himself into the water, mindful of where Jared’s injured leg was. “Every day, twice a day a courtesan bathes. It is a part of our preparation. We wash ourselves and soak in scented water so that our bodies are clean and pleasing for our companions.”
“I’ve never…like this. I mean when I was little, my mother made us bathe, but it was a tiny tub. Nothing like this.”
Jensen lifted a cloth and reached for Jared’s arm, rubbing down it, carefully circling around the freshest wounds.
“You speak often of your mother.” Jensen observed, his voice oddly intoned.
Jared nodded. “I suppose I do.” He watched Jensen wash his arm meticulously, his fingers strong but gentle. “I miss her sometimes.”
Jensen looked at him, his eyes guarded. He put Jared’s hand back into the water and reached for the other. “Don’t you miss your mother?”
Jensen’s face tightened and he didn’t answer for a long time. “I don’t…I don’t really remember her. As I said, I was but five when I came here.”
Jared frowned at him, pulling his hand back to get Jensen’s attention. “And you never saw her again.”
“No, my lord. A courtesan’s family is the House he serves.”
Jensen was clearly uncomfortable, lifting Jared’s hand again and continuing to wash him.
“I won’t mention her again.” Jared said, making Jensen look up.
“You do not need to spare me, my lord. I am sorry. I was out of line.”
Jared pulled Jensen to him. “I don’t want to say anything to cause you to make that face again.” He pressed a kiss against Jensen’s lips. “I’m the one who is sorry.”
“Perhaps you should soak a while. I will prepare us a meal to share when you are done.”
“I’m not hungry.” Jared said, kissing over Jensen’s face. “I want you to soak with me.”
“As you wish.” Jared encouraged Jensen to lean against him, settled him in between Jared’s legs. He stole the cloth and swirled it through the water and over Jensen’s skin. “You surprise me sometimes, my lord.” Jensen murmured a few minutes later. His eyes were closed.
“I like that I surprise you.” Jared whispered back. He slid the cloth down Jensen’s body, down to his cock. It occurred to him that in all their time together, Jensen had never come. Not once. He didn’t know if there was some rule, and he didn’t want to disturb the quiet moment to ask. He stroked over it and Jensen squirmed a little. “Shh…” Jared pressed his lips behind Jensen’s ear.
Jensen turned, his face rubbing over Jared’s chest, leaving behind a smear of makeup. Jared had never seen Jensen without it, but the heat of the water was melting it. Jared lifted the cloth to wipe at his chest, then gently, at Jensen’s face.
Jensen started, pulling away, hiding his face with a hand. “Please, my lord.”
“I want to see you.” Jared said softly, pulling his hand away and reaching up to continue wiping away the melting makeup. Jensen fidgeted, but didn’t fight and when Jared had cleaned his face he sat back. “My god, you are beautiful.”
Jensen blinked and covered his face. “Please.”
Jared tugged on his hands until he dropped them, and was surprised to find tears in Jensen’s eyes. “I-I am n-naked, my lord.”
It took Jared a moment to realize that Jensen didn’t mean his body. Jared caressed over his cheek. “You are beautiful.”
Jensen was shaking. “No one…no one has seen me without…”
Understanding slowly dawned on Jared. The makeup wasn’t just to make the courtesan pretty, but it gave them something of modesty, a part of themselves not put on display. Jared was just fucking everything up this morning.
“I’m sorry.” He let go of Jensen’s hands. “I’m sorry.”
He diverted his eyes, offering Jensen what he could of privacy. Jensen’s hand found Jared’s chin and turned his face back. “I would have you see me.” Jensen said softly, his voice trembling. “You and you alone.”
Jared exhaled slowly, letting his eyes move over every inch of Jensen’s face. His lips followed, kissing lightly over his forehead and nose, across cheeks he hadn’t known were freckled, treasuring what he now knew was a rare moment. His lips pressed against Jensen’s closed eyes, tasting the salt of his tears. His heart was pounding in his chest.
He wanted to protect this moment, to keep this forever. But they didn’t have forever, just this day. This one last day. And after that…no one could say when or if they would ever be allowed to be together again.
As if sensing where his thoughts had gone, Jensen stood. “Come my lord, let us not waste the day here in the bath. There is much yet we can do together before the dawn comes to steal you away.”
Jensen had helped him from the tub and back to the bed, and had used his skilled fingers to re-wrap the splint on Jared’s leg. There was a fragrant salve he used on the other wounds, something that stung at first, then cooled and felt nice as Jensen re-bandaged him. He finished the whole process off with a powder he mixed in a goblet of water and gave to Jared to drink.
“Are you well, my lord?” Jensen asked as he came back from putting away the bandages and ointments.
Jared nodded sleepily. “I am well.”
Jensen sat on the bed beside him, one hand on Jared’s chest, close up to where the bandages ended. “Your life is hard.”
“It has it’s moments.” Jared captured his hand and brought it up to kiss.
“I can not imagine what it must be like to live as you have.” Jensen slid closer, resting his head on Jared’s stomach. “To live with such pain, in such danger.” He pressed his lips to Jared’s skin. “It frightens me.”
Jared nodded. “Somedays it frightens me too.” He kissed the pads of each of Jensen’s fingers. “But like you, I am property. I do as I am told. What is expected of me.”
Jensen nodded, sighing a little. “I have never known anything other than this. I have worked my whole life to be the best courtesan I could be and have never dreamed of another life.”
“Never?” Jared asked, lifting up a little to look at him.
“You have?” Jensen sat up to look at him, his naked face open and curious.
“Oh, yeah. Every time I have to go into that ring, I think it could be the last time and I wonder about all the things I’ll never do, all the places I’ll never go.” Jared sighed. “I’m barely eighteen, Jensen. The chances that I’ll live to claim my freedom in twelve years are pretty small. My life was chosen for me the day Lord Jeffrey brought me here, the same as yours.”
He didn’t mean for that to come out as bitter as it did. Jared was mostly resigned to his life, but sometimes he dreamed of something more, something better. “My brother is in the militia. He will get to marry and have children one day. I never will.”
Jensen’s hand paused on his thigh. “You would marry?”
Jared looked up at him. Of course, Jensen would never marry either, and courtesans didn’t get to petition for their freedom at thirty. Jared shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ll be dead before I can find out if I would.” He rubbed his eyes. “God, why are we talking about this?”
Jensen looked as though Jared had struck him and he slid off the bed. “I will prepare a meal, my lord. You should rest.”
“Jensen!” Jared reached for him, but he was already gone into the kitchen. “Damn.” He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d had brutal dreams in the early hours of the morning, while Jensen was gone preparing himself for the day and he hadn’t really shaken them.
The memories of those early first days had been roused by conversation and Jensen’s attempts to show him pleasure. While Jared had found it pleasurable, it filled his mind with other times that weren’t as good.
They’d replayed in his head with images of his mother crying and fighting until he’d woken in a cold sweat, alone.
Jared rubbed his face and tried to pull himself out of the funk. He needed to make it up to Jensen. So far he’d managed to put Jensen’s out of sorts at least three times since he’d come out of his private space where Jared assumed he prepared himself.
He huffed and tried to figure out what he could do to ease the pain he’d caused…but the truth was, he wasn’t any good with the whole romance thing. His life was too quick and too dirty and he mostly knew how to stick things into people, or get stuck himself.
Jared squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the barrage of images the thought brought, of blades and spears, of fucking and getting fucked. None of which had anything to do with this place, this soft palace of pleasure.
“Fuck.” He swung his feet down to the floor and hesitantly stood. Pain radiated up from his leg, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been before the bath and the medicine. He hobbled toward the kitchen, but Jensen wasn’t there.
He looked to the private room. If Jensen was in there, he should leave him to it. Jared moved to the sitting area of the suite, lowering himself onto the couch. He was tired of the bed. He laid down, shoving a pillow under his throbbing leg and covering his eyes with one hand. It didn’t block out the swirling emotions, but it let him pretend, for the moment, that he was somewhere else, somewhere where he hadn’t offended the only person to ever show him softness in a touch.
“My lord.” Jensen’s voice was soft. Jared moved his arm and blinked. There were lamps lit around the room and Jensen was kneeling beside the couch. His face was once again pristinely made up, in soft blues and purples. He smiled tentatively. “You have been asleep a long while. I thought it best to wake you.”
Jared squinted at him and sat up a little, grimacing as pain radiated through his leg. “What time is it?”
“Soon to be supper, my lord.” Jensen said, helping him and slipping small pillows behind him to support his back. “Are you well?”
“I don’t know.” Jared grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry for earlier. I…I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Jensen’s smile was tender as he brushed hair out of Jared’s face. “We are both to blame, my lord. We allowed ourselves to believe that we could be something more than we are. Let us put it behind us and enjoy what time we have left.”
“I don’t want to put it behind us.” Jared said, shaking his head as he realized how it sounded. “No, I mean, I want you to understand. I want us to be more than a gladiator and a courtesan, Jensen. I want us to be friends.”
Jensen sighed. “I would like that too, but I am not sure it is wise to believe we can.”
Jared thought about that. He was probably right. “I think I love you.”
Jensen’s eyes closed and he turned his face away. “I know I shouldn’t say it, and I know we can never be…together…but I wanted you to know.”
They were quiet for a long time before Jensen lifted his face. “I think I might love you too, my lord.”
Jared’s heart thundered against his ribs. “Really?”
Jensen’s smile was tender as he rose up to brush a strand of hair from Jared’s forehead. “Really.” His kiss was soft against Jared’s lips. There was an odd sadness to the admission, though Jensen’s lips kissed the thought away as they traveled from Jared’s lips and down his neck. By the time they reached Jared’s cock, it was hard and standing proud. Jensen’s tongue licked along the base, then he looked up.
“I prepared myself for you, my lord.” Jensen’s hand closed around Jared’s cock, stroking it lightly while he rose up, lifting his right leg up and positioning himself over Jared. Jensen guided Jared’s cock right into him, sinking down over him until he’d taken the full length into him. When he rose back up, Jared gasped. He was tight, but lubed up enough that his movement was smooth and easy.
Jared shifted, sitting up more so that he could reach Jensen’s mouth and pull him in to kiss. Jensen’s movements became shallower as Jared’s hand soothed down his back. He leaned back against Jared’s hand, letting his cock stand up between them. Jared looked at it, then up to Jensen’s face. His eyes were closed, his body tight as it rocked against him.
Jared’s other hand stroked down from Jensen’s neck, over his stomach to his cock. He circled it with a finger, then closed his hand over it. Jensen’s eyes opened. “Is it okay?” Jared asked, still unsure of the rules.
Jensen nodded. “If it pleases, my lord,” he said breathily.
“It pleases…I just…” He licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how to be gentle, how to make it good.
“Easy, my lord. You don’t need to-“
“Want to.” Jared watched his hand move over Jensen’s skin. “Want to make you feel good.”
“My lord.” Jensen rose up, taking his hand away from Jensen’s cock and kissing it. “I feel wonderful when I’m with you.”
Jared shook his head. “I want to please you.” He couldn’t seem to articulate what he meant. “Show me how to make it good.”
For a moment, Jensen sat with Jared’s cock inside him and only stared at Jared, then he seemed to nod and took Jared’s hand. “Imagine what it is that gives you pleasure, my lord.” He leaned a little to reach the small table where the oil he had used to prep himself lay and he smeared some onto Jared’s hand. “Use a firm grip and a full stroke.”
He put Jared’s hand back onto his cock, leaning back again to give him some room. “Your thumb…under the head…” Jensen’s thumb moved under the tip of his cock, rubbing over a sport, then up over the head. “Light, then harder.” He was breathing a little heavier as Jared concentrated, his hand moving over skin. “Very nice, my lord.”
It couldn’t have been perfect, when Jensen had done this to him, Jared couldn’t use words. Still, Jensen’s skin was flushing an interesting shade of pink and his hips were moving in a way that made Jared’s cock, still trapped inside Jensen’s ass, pulse with need.
Jared moved his thumb up over the tip, over the slit, then fisted down, squeezing a little harder. Jensen’s whole body moved, sliding up Jared’s cock and down again. His muscles were tightening around Jared and his hand came down to grasp Jared’s as it pumped his cock. “Now faster.” Jensen said through clenched teeth.
Jared obliged, picking up speed and stroking his hand nearly off his cock before bringing it back down. Jensen was panting now, his ass closing harder around Jared until he was coming, arching up into Jensen, even as Jensen was pushing down onto him, his cock emptying onto Jared’s stomach.
He laid back against the pillows as Jensen lifted his leg and climbed off of him, kneeling once again on the floor and lifting a towel to clean Jared’s stomach. “Are you well?” Jared asked, his hand trailing over Jensen’s cheek.
“I am most well, my lord.” Jensen said. “Are you hungry? I have supper ready.”
Jared nodded, watching as Jensen padded away. Maybe it was wrong, and it most certainly could never be more than this…but for right now he had this, and he was going to savor it.
Title: Gladiator 3 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2856
Summary: Total AU. Jared has a rough day, but in the end finds a way to make it right.
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. WARNINGS: Moving forward there will be underage sex. Because of the society in which they live, it isn't seen as wrong. I've hinted at it already, and you won't see it in this chapter, but it's coming.
Art, from apieceofcake...
“Easy my lord.” Jensen murmured to him as they maneuvered Jared and his broken leg closer to the sunken tub. Jensen walked backward into the water and encouraged Jared to sit on the ledge. “We will leave the wrappings for now. I will replace them later.”
Jensen held the ankle, then reached for Jared’s hand. “Easy now, slow.”
Jared slid into the water and Jensen lowered his leg. “There now.” Jensen smiled at him. Jared licked his lips and tried not to look as nervous as he felt. He hadn’t sat in a tub of water since he was a child, and then it was more a large bucket than a tub. This was a lot of water.
“Are you well?” Jensen asked, standing over him, the water lapping around his thighs.
“I’m…okay.” Jared’s hands held to the side of the tub. “I just…I haven’t…water…it’s a lot of water.”
“For someone as big as you, my lord, we require a lot of water. Relax, you are in no danger here.”
“Easy for you to say.” Jared let one hand slide into the water and tried to relax.
Jensen lowered himself into the water, mindful of where Jared’s injured leg was. “Every day, twice a day a courtesan bathes. It is a part of our preparation. We wash ourselves and soak in scented water so that our bodies are clean and pleasing for our companions.”
“I’ve never…like this. I mean when I was little, my mother made us bathe, but it was a tiny tub. Nothing like this.”
Jensen lifted a cloth and reached for Jared’s arm, rubbing down it, carefully circling around the freshest wounds.
“You speak often of your mother.” Jensen observed, his voice oddly intoned.
Jared nodded. “I suppose I do.” He watched Jensen wash his arm meticulously, his fingers strong but gentle. “I miss her sometimes.”
Jensen looked at him, his eyes guarded. He put Jared’s hand back into the water and reached for the other. “Don’t you miss your mother?”
Jensen’s face tightened and he didn’t answer for a long time. “I don’t…I don’t really remember her. As I said, I was but five when I came here.”
Jared frowned at him, pulling his hand back to get Jensen’s attention. “And you never saw her again.”
“No, my lord. A courtesan’s family is the House he serves.”
Jensen was clearly uncomfortable, lifting Jared’s hand again and continuing to wash him.
“I won’t mention her again.” Jared said, making Jensen look up.
“You do not need to spare me, my lord. I am sorry. I was out of line.”
Jared pulled Jensen to him. “I don’t want to say anything to cause you to make that face again.” He pressed a kiss against Jensen’s lips. “I’m the one who is sorry.”
“Perhaps you should soak a while. I will prepare us a meal to share when you are done.”
“I’m not hungry.” Jared said, kissing over Jensen’s face. “I want you to soak with me.”
“As you wish.” Jared encouraged Jensen to lean against him, settled him in between Jared’s legs. He stole the cloth and swirled it through the water and over Jensen’s skin. “You surprise me sometimes, my lord.” Jensen murmured a few minutes later. His eyes were closed.
“I like that I surprise you.” Jared whispered back. He slid the cloth down Jensen’s body, down to his cock. It occurred to him that in all their time together, Jensen had never come. Not once. He didn’t know if there was some rule, and he didn’t want to disturb the quiet moment to ask. He stroked over it and Jensen squirmed a little. “Shh…” Jared pressed his lips behind Jensen’s ear.
Jensen turned, his face rubbing over Jared’s chest, leaving behind a smear of makeup. Jared had never seen Jensen without it, but the heat of the water was melting it. Jared lifted the cloth to wipe at his chest, then gently, at Jensen’s face.
Jensen started, pulling away, hiding his face with a hand. “Please, my lord.”
“I want to see you.” Jared said softly, pulling his hand away and reaching up to continue wiping away the melting makeup. Jensen fidgeted, but didn’t fight and when Jared had cleaned his face he sat back. “My god, you are beautiful.”
Jensen blinked and covered his face. “Please.”
Jared tugged on his hands until he dropped them, and was surprised to find tears in Jensen’s eyes. “I-I am n-naked, my lord.”
It took Jared a moment to realize that Jensen didn’t mean his body. Jared caressed over his cheek. “You are beautiful.”
Jensen was shaking. “No one…no one has seen me without…”
Understanding slowly dawned on Jared. The makeup wasn’t just to make the courtesan pretty, but it gave them something of modesty, a part of themselves not put on display. Jared was just fucking everything up this morning.
“I’m sorry.” He let go of Jensen’s hands. “I’m sorry.”
He diverted his eyes, offering Jensen what he could of privacy. Jensen’s hand found Jared’s chin and turned his face back. “I would have you see me.” Jensen said softly, his voice trembling. “You and you alone.”
Jared exhaled slowly, letting his eyes move over every inch of Jensen’s face. His lips followed, kissing lightly over his forehead and nose, across cheeks he hadn’t known were freckled, treasuring what he now knew was a rare moment. His lips pressed against Jensen’s closed eyes, tasting the salt of his tears. His heart was pounding in his chest.
He wanted to protect this moment, to keep this forever. But they didn’t have forever, just this day. This one last day. And after that…no one could say when or if they would ever be allowed to be together again.
As if sensing where his thoughts had gone, Jensen stood. “Come my lord, let us not waste the day here in the bath. There is much yet we can do together before the dawn comes to steal you away.”
Jensen had helped him from the tub and back to the bed, and had used his skilled fingers to re-wrap the splint on Jared’s leg. There was a fragrant salve he used on the other wounds, something that stung at first, then cooled and felt nice as Jensen re-bandaged him. He finished the whole process off with a powder he mixed in a goblet of water and gave to Jared to drink.
“Are you well, my lord?” Jensen asked as he came back from putting away the bandages and ointments.
Jared nodded sleepily. “I am well.”
Jensen sat on the bed beside him, one hand on Jared’s chest, close up to where the bandages ended. “Your life is hard.”
“It has it’s moments.” Jared captured his hand and brought it up to kiss.
“I can not imagine what it must be like to live as you have.” Jensen slid closer, resting his head on Jared’s stomach. “To live with such pain, in such danger.” He pressed his lips to Jared’s skin. “It frightens me.”
Jared nodded. “Somedays it frightens me too.” He kissed the pads of each of Jensen’s fingers. “But like you, I am property. I do as I am told. What is expected of me.”
Jensen nodded, sighing a little. “I have never known anything other than this. I have worked my whole life to be the best courtesan I could be and have never dreamed of another life.”
“Never?” Jared asked, lifting up a little to look at him.
“You have?” Jensen sat up to look at him, his naked face open and curious.
“Oh, yeah. Every time I have to go into that ring, I think it could be the last time and I wonder about all the things I’ll never do, all the places I’ll never go.” Jared sighed. “I’m barely eighteen, Jensen. The chances that I’ll live to claim my freedom in twelve years are pretty small. My life was chosen for me the day Lord Jeffrey brought me here, the same as yours.”
He didn’t mean for that to come out as bitter as it did. Jared was mostly resigned to his life, but sometimes he dreamed of something more, something better. “My brother is in the militia. He will get to marry and have children one day. I never will.”
Jensen’s hand paused on his thigh. “You would marry?”
Jared looked up at him. Of course, Jensen would never marry either, and courtesans didn’t get to petition for their freedom at thirty. Jared shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ll be dead before I can find out if I would.” He rubbed his eyes. “God, why are we talking about this?”
Jensen looked as though Jared had struck him and he slid off the bed. “I will prepare a meal, my lord. You should rest.”
“Jensen!” Jared reached for him, but he was already gone into the kitchen. “Damn.” He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d had brutal dreams in the early hours of the morning, while Jensen was gone preparing himself for the day and he hadn’t really shaken them.
The memories of those early first days had been roused by conversation and Jensen’s attempts to show him pleasure. While Jared had found it pleasurable, it filled his mind with other times that weren’t as good.
They’d replayed in his head with images of his mother crying and fighting until he’d woken in a cold sweat, alone.
Jared rubbed his face and tried to pull himself out of the funk. He needed to make it up to Jensen. So far he’d managed to put Jensen’s out of sorts at least three times since he’d come out of his private space where Jared assumed he prepared himself.
He huffed and tried to figure out what he could do to ease the pain he’d caused…but the truth was, he wasn’t any good with the whole romance thing. His life was too quick and too dirty and he mostly knew how to stick things into people, or get stuck himself.
Jared squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the barrage of images the thought brought, of blades and spears, of fucking and getting fucked. None of which had anything to do with this place, this soft palace of pleasure.
“Fuck.” He swung his feet down to the floor and hesitantly stood. Pain radiated up from his leg, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been before the bath and the medicine. He hobbled toward the kitchen, but Jensen wasn’t there.
He looked to the private room. If Jensen was in there, he should leave him to it. Jared moved to the sitting area of the suite, lowering himself onto the couch. He was tired of the bed. He laid down, shoving a pillow under his throbbing leg and covering his eyes with one hand. It didn’t block out the swirling emotions, but it let him pretend, for the moment, that he was somewhere else, somewhere where he hadn’t offended the only person to ever show him softness in a touch.
“My lord.” Jensen’s voice was soft. Jared moved his arm and blinked. There were lamps lit around the room and Jensen was kneeling beside the couch. His face was once again pristinely made up, in soft blues and purples. He smiled tentatively. “You have been asleep a long while. I thought it best to wake you.”
Jared squinted at him and sat up a little, grimacing as pain radiated through his leg. “What time is it?”
“Soon to be supper, my lord.” Jensen said, helping him and slipping small pillows behind him to support his back. “Are you well?”
“I don’t know.” Jared grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry for earlier. I…I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Jensen’s smile was tender as he brushed hair out of Jared’s face. “We are both to blame, my lord. We allowed ourselves to believe that we could be something more than we are. Let us put it behind us and enjoy what time we have left.”
“I don’t want to put it behind us.” Jared said, shaking his head as he realized how it sounded. “No, I mean, I want you to understand. I want us to be more than a gladiator and a courtesan, Jensen. I want us to be friends.”
Jensen sighed. “I would like that too, but I am not sure it is wise to believe we can.”
Jared thought about that. He was probably right. “I think I love you.”
Jensen’s eyes closed and he turned his face away. “I know I shouldn’t say it, and I know we can never be…together…but I wanted you to know.”
They were quiet for a long time before Jensen lifted his face. “I think I might love you too, my lord.”
Jared’s heart thundered against his ribs. “Really?”
Jensen’s smile was tender as he rose up to brush a strand of hair from Jared’s forehead. “Really.” His kiss was soft against Jared’s lips. There was an odd sadness to the admission, though Jensen’s lips kissed the thought away as they traveled from Jared’s lips and down his neck. By the time they reached Jared’s cock, it was hard and standing proud. Jensen’s tongue licked along the base, then he looked up.
“I prepared myself for you, my lord.” Jensen’s hand closed around Jared’s cock, stroking it lightly while he rose up, lifting his right leg up and positioning himself over Jared. Jensen guided Jared’s cock right into him, sinking down over him until he’d taken the full length into him. When he rose back up, Jared gasped. He was tight, but lubed up enough that his movement was smooth and easy.
Jared shifted, sitting up more so that he could reach Jensen’s mouth and pull him in to kiss. Jensen’s movements became shallower as Jared’s hand soothed down his back. He leaned back against Jared’s hand, letting his cock stand up between them. Jared looked at it, then up to Jensen’s face. His eyes were closed, his body tight as it rocked against him.
Jared’s other hand stroked down from Jensen’s neck, over his stomach to his cock. He circled it with a finger, then closed his hand over it. Jensen’s eyes opened. “Is it okay?” Jared asked, still unsure of the rules.
Jensen nodded. “If it pleases, my lord,” he said breathily.
“It pleases…I just…” He licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how to be gentle, how to make it good.
“Easy, my lord. You don’t need to-“
“Want to.” Jared watched his hand move over Jensen’s skin. “Want to make you feel good.”
“My lord.” Jensen rose up, taking his hand away from Jensen’s cock and kissing it. “I feel wonderful when I’m with you.”
Jared shook his head. “I want to please you.” He couldn’t seem to articulate what he meant. “Show me how to make it good.”
For a moment, Jensen sat with Jared’s cock inside him and only stared at Jared, then he seemed to nod and took Jared’s hand. “Imagine what it is that gives you pleasure, my lord.” He leaned a little to reach the small table where the oil he had used to prep himself lay and he smeared some onto Jared’s hand. “Use a firm grip and a full stroke.”
He put Jared’s hand back onto his cock, leaning back again to give him some room. “Your thumb…under the head…” Jensen’s thumb moved under the tip of his cock, rubbing over a sport, then up over the head. “Light, then harder.” He was breathing a little heavier as Jared concentrated, his hand moving over skin. “Very nice, my lord.”
It couldn’t have been perfect, when Jensen had done this to him, Jared couldn’t use words. Still, Jensen’s skin was flushing an interesting shade of pink and his hips were moving in a way that made Jared’s cock, still trapped inside Jensen’s ass, pulse with need.
Jared moved his thumb up over the tip, over the slit, then fisted down, squeezing a little harder. Jensen’s whole body moved, sliding up Jared’s cock and down again. His muscles were tightening around Jared and his hand came down to grasp Jared’s as it pumped his cock. “Now faster.” Jensen said through clenched teeth.
Jared obliged, picking up speed and stroking his hand nearly off his cock before bringing it back down. Jensen was panting now, his ass closing harder around Jared until he was coming, arching up into Jensen, even as Jensen was pushing down onto him, his cock emptying onto Jared’s stomach.
He laid back against the pillows as Jensen lifted his leg and climbed off of him, kneeling once again on the floor and lifting a towel to clean Jared’s stomach. “Are you well?” Jared asked, his hand trailing over Jensen’s cheek.
“I am most well, my lord.” Jensen said. “Are you hungry? I have supper ready.”
Jared nodded, watching as Jensen padded away. Maybe it was wrong, and it most certainly could never be more than this…but for right now he had this, and he was going to savor it.