Courtesan 4, Supernatural RPS, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Courtesan 4 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4127
Summary: Total AU. Jensen and Jared share their final morning together before Jared must return to his life and Jensen to his. Lord Jeffrey is out manuevered by Prince Fallon. Jensen gives Elijah a gift, of sorts.
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: There is underage sex here. I didn't go overly graphic, but it is a part of the society, and is important to the character. Please do not read if this is offensive.
Art, from apieceofcake...
Word had come that Jared’s apprentice would come shortly after dawn to assist him back to his cell beneath the arena. Jensen felt a melancholy at the thought of letting him go. Still, he rose with hours before dawn to prepare himself, to give his warrior a send off fitting of their time together.
He went lightly on the make up, thinking it would please him. When he emerged from his private chamber, Jared was still asleep, his face peaceful, his body languid against the sheets of silk.
For a long moment, Jensen watched and nothing more.
His warrior was strong and lean, not like so many of the nobility Jensen had serviced. He hung on each word, every song. He had little appreciation of the poetry Jensen recited to him, but he listened attentively and applauded when he had finished.
He had to admit that pleasing Jared was very pleasing for Jensen as well.
Jared stirred, his eyes opening, sliding over the place where Jensen had slept, then up to Jensen. “Is it morning.”
“Not quite yet, my lord.” Jensen slid onto the bed, his hands moving over Jared’s skin. “We have a little time. How may I please you?”
Jared caught his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “This is all I need.”
“Perhaps my lord, but is it all that you desire?” Jensen smiled. “Let me please you.”
Jared pressed up on his elbows. “Let me please you.”
Jensen’s smile melted into a bit of a frown. “I beg your pardon?”
Jared looked nervous, biting on his lip. “I’ve been thinking…obviously you’re allowed to have…you know…to come.”
Jensen sat back and nodded. “It is allowed, but not required, my lord.” This was one of those moments where he just didn’t understand Jared. All the skills Jensen had were at his command and he was wasting their precious time together with words that made little sense.
“And all this time, you have given yourself, your body for my pleasure.”
“It is what I am, my lord. A courtesan.”
“I told you.” Jared kissed him, drawing Jensen down until he was laying on top of him. “I want us to be more than that.”
“My lord…” Jared pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.
“What would please me, Jensen, is for you to feel a small amount of what you have given me.” Jared’s thighs parted, dropping Jensen’s cock down between them.
Jensen gasped. Surely he wasn’t suggesting…not that it was unheard of, and not that he wasn’t trained to…just, it had never been asked of him. He had thought to never use that skill until he was called upon to train. “My lord.” He had no words though, as Jared reached down between them, fondling Jensen’s cock, bringing it to hardness as he had the day before.
“Please.” Jared’s voice hitched a little and when Jensen looked from his hand to his face, his eyes were brilliant emeralds filled with lust and love and Jensen could only nod.
“Let me prepare.” Jensen slid from the bed and went to retrieve the oil that would make it easier. He knew from what little they’d spoken that Jared’s experiences had never been good…and that made this all the more precious a gift, one Jensen would ensure was pleasing for them both.
Returning to the bed, Jensen could see Jared was nervous now. “We needn’t do anything, my lord.”
He smiled and shook his head. He held out his hand and Jensen climbed up on the bed beside him. “Lay back, my lord.” Jensen reached for two of the smaller pillows, touching Jared’s hip and encouraging him to lift up so he could settle them under him. It was just enough to alter the angle of his body. Jensen guided his legs apart, petting over his skin.
There was already a fine layer of sweat. Jensen licked his lips and settled on his knees between Jared’s legs. He poured some of the oil onto his fingers, then stroked over Jared’s cock. He needed the warrior to relax. Jared’s cock hardened and he shifted, lifting up to look at Jensen, an eyebrow raised.
Jensen smiled and let his slicked up had drift lower, over Jared’s balls. He entered him with only one finger, sliding in on the slick of oil. Jared gasped and his hips lifted, then settled. Jensen worked that one finger in and out, slowly going deeper.
He glanced up at Jared, but his eyes were closed. His hands were fisted in the sheets. Jensen eased his finger out and joined it with a second one. This time he moved in, immediately going deep enough to find the tiny center of nerves.
Jared gasped as he stroked over it, his eyes popping open. Jensen smiled and ducked his head to concentrate on his fingers. He added more oil and a third finger. Jared’s legs moved, his thighs trembling for a moment.
Jensen slid his hand out and away, sliding his oil-wet hands over Jared’s thighs and up to his cock. He pulled both hands up it rapidly, putting Jared’s attention firmly on his own cock as Jensen lifted up, settling his cock against Jared’s hole. “Are you certain, my lord?” Jensen asked softly.
Jared nodded, his hands lifting to hold Jensen’s arms as he planted his hands on either side of Jared’s body. Jensen pushed forward, the head of his cock entering Jared’s ass. He waited while Jared breathed, then moved in more. He moved slowly, When Jensen was fully seated inside him, Jared was arched up off the bed, a low groaning coming from him.
It had been a long time since Jensen had been inside another, and that had been a female trainer. This was different. Jared’s head came up off the pillow, his eyes deep green and Jensen could see himself in them. He took it as the sign Jared was ready for more and pulled slowly out.
The heat of Jared’s body was intense, and the oil was warmed by the friction. Jensen angled his hips to find Jared’s sweet spot and Jared’s grip tightened when he did. One hand let go of Jensen to fist over his cock.
His eyes closed as Jensen thrust up and into him, Jared’s hand moving in perfect harmony over his own cock. There were sounds Jensen had never heard Jared make coming from his mouth, moaning and mewling and half formed words. Then Jared’s back was arching and his mouth was open in a silent yell as he came, spilling hot and sticky between them.
Jensen eased up, eased out as Jared breathed through it and settled back to the bed. His eyes opened and searched out Jensen’s, questioning. “Don’t stop.”
“You achieved pleasure, my lord.” Jensen said, slightly confused.
Jared smiled and his hand reached for Jensen’s cock. “But you haven’t.” His hand slipped off the slick skin and he reached for Jensen’s arm instead. “Don’t stop.”
Jensen let himself be drawn back, sliding into him easily. “As you wish, my lord.” He settled into a rhythm quickly, willing himself to finish.
“Love you, Jensen.” Jared whispered, his hands sliding up Jensen’s arms and into his hair.
Jensen felt it building, angled himself to press into the hot spot again, watching Jared tense up, his cock twitching. As Jensen came, flooding heat inside Jared, Jared’s cock oozed a last bit of come.
Jensen slid out, reaching for the towel he had brought with the oil, cleaning Jared’s stomach, then his own, and finally tucking the towel under him to collect the come leaking from his ass.
“Are you well?” Jensen asked, his hand flat against Jared’s chest, feeling his heart race.
“I am most well.” Jared’s eyes closed and his face looked as though he were sated. “I have never spent three more perfect days.”
“Nor I, my lord.” Jensen said with a sigh. Three days that were over now. There would be time for breakfast and bathing and dressing his warrior to leave.
Jared’s hand caught his as Jensen pulled away to go prepare breakfast. “Stay.”
“My lord, you must eat.”
Jared shook his head. “Not hungry. Stay.”
Jensen sighed and lay beside him. “I want you to do something for me.” Jared said after a long while.
“Anything, my lord.”
“Say my name.”
“My lord, I-“
Jared turned on his side, “Say my name.”
Jensen looked away. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. There were reasons for the title. “Jared.”
He dared a glance. Jared was grinning. “See, not so hard. Say it again.”
Jensen’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Jared. My Lord.” He kissed Jared then. “My warrior.” Jared’s kiss was tender and intimate, maybe somehow more intimate than anything they had already shared.
It was wrong to let him think this could go on. Jensen knew it, but that smile…it made him weak. Made him want to give Jared anything, everything…just to see that smile again.
“It will be a while before I fight again.” Jared said as Jensen helped him into his tunic.
“You must give your body time to heal.” Jensen was trying to re-establish the distance between them, but Jared wasn’t making it easy.
“When will you perform in the Great Hall, I’ll be there.”
“I do not know, my lord. It will depend on the Director of Courtesans. Perhaps three nights from now.” Jensen bent his head to buckle Jared’s belt. “You should stay off the leg, at least another few weeks.”
“My leg will be fine.” Jared pulled him close, kissing over Jensen’s face. “I want to know when I will see you again.”
“I have no answer for you, my lord.”
“Will you send word?” Jared’s face was hopeful. Jensen knew this was when he needed to make Jared understand. This had to end.
Instead, Jensen nodded. “I will send word.”
Jared grinned. There was a knock on the door. “That will be your boy.”
“I miss you already.” Jared kissed him deeply, then they moved to the door together. Outside it Astin waited with a crutch. Jensen helped Jared through the door, feeling a stabbing jealousy as Astin’s arm circled his waist. Jared nestled the crutch up under his arm and together they limped away. Jensen stood watching them, and when they had rounded the corner, he slowly closed the door and sagged against it.
With his head pressed against the door, Jensen allowed himself a moment of tears. He knew this would be the last time they were allowed to be together. He knew that Lord Jeffrey would see to it. And Jensen needed to put Jared out of his mind, and accept that. He was a courtesan. Well trained and talented.
His job was to make men fall in love. Not to fall in love with them.
He lifted his head and wiped away the tears. He would leave the suite for the cleaning crew. He had other duties to attend. He would need to bathe again and prepare himself. He would need to report to Mistress Elle.
After that he would likely be afforded a rest period before he was called upon again to serve in the Hall.
Jensen was nearly ready for his bath when Elijah poked his head into the room. “Jensen?”
He smiled and beckoned the boy in as he slid into the water. “You know once that door is closed you’re supposed to stay out.” Jensen said.
“I know…but I was worried.”
“About me?”
“You were gone so long.”
Jensen chuckled a little. The kid was young, didn’t understand some of the ins and outs of the job. “I was working an extended assignment.”
“With Jared?” The kid’s eyes were bright as he came to sit by the tub.
“Yes.” It irritated him somehow how excited Elijah was with the idea. “He won his match, and me.”
“I heard people talking. He likes you.”
“What people?” Jensen asked, frowning. He didn’t need people talking about Jared, not when he was already suspected. Lord Jeffrey might trade Jared away, send him to serve in another arena, for another lord.
“Trainers mostly. They say you’re too pretty for your own good.” Elijah cocked his head at Jensen. “I think they’re just jealous ‘cause they don’t get to work the Great Hall anymore.”
Jensen smiled. “Perhaps you’re right.”
They were quiet a moment and Jensen breathed in the smell of lavender in the water. It was soothing. “Jensen?”
He looked up. The kid was nervous. “Tomorrow night…that’s when. My first time, I mean.” Elijah looked at him, then away. “I’m scared.”
Jensen took a deep breath. “On my vanity there is a blue vial. Bring it to me.” Elijah scampered away and came back with the vial. “This is a very special oil, Elijah. Mix a small drop of this in the oil you use to prepare yourself. It will numb your skin a little, make it easier for you. But tell no one that I’ve given it to you. It is against the rules for your first time.”
“Thank you.” Elijah said fervently, hugging the vial to him. “I still wish it would be you. They won’t tell me who.”
Jensen nodded. “They never do. It will likely be Levicus or Davin, though.”
“Gil had his last night. Tyra is tonight.”
Jensen let him ramble while he soaked. He was sure the kid would be okay. First times were always rough, but they all got through it. He had more important concerns. As the water cooled, Jensen roused himself, letting Elijah assist him out of the tub and drying off.
He sat at his vanity while Elijah brushed his hair. His eyes fell on the wooden rose nestled in among the clutter. A smile brushed his lips as he remembered Jared giving it to him, a little shy and uncertain, but determined to offer Jensen something. His fingers touched it, then he remembered Elijah behind him. It wouldn’t do to have the gift noticed.
“That’s enough Elijah. Thank you. You should get back to your studies.”
Elijah scampered off and Jensen did his best to pull himself together. He needed to see Elle.
“There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you’d run away with your gladiator.”
Jensen dipped in formal curtsey. “Only recovering from three days of service, Mistress.”
She smiled at him. “Word is, he was most satisfied.”
“I did my best.” She didn’t offer him a seat, so he stood.
“I imagine you did. I wonder, if you had been entertaining His Highness if the same would have been true.”
It stung, but he didn’t let it show. “Of course, Mistress. I live to serve.”
She smiled. “Good. Because you have been requested for this evening.”
“So soon?” Normally courtesans were given a day between service, at least.
“It is Lord Jeffrey who has requested you. Would you have me tell him that you need your beauty sleep?”
“Of course not.”
“You will serve him dinner in his private room this evening. The food will be prepared and waiting.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jensen dressed specifically to please Lord Jeffrey, who preferred Jensen in red and gold. His robe was red silk with gold embroidery. His make up was red over his eyes and cheeks, accented with gold swirls over his temples and onto his cheeks, He wore the ruby pendant Jeffrey had given him and the penis jewelry he had given him.
When he was prepared, he waited outside Lord Jeffrey’s rooms for the food, taking the tray from the kitchen boy and kneeling outside the door. He knocked and waited.
Jeffrey was in a foul mood. Jensen could tell as soon as he opened the door. He didn’t say a word, just gestured Jensen in. There was a table waiting, already set for two. Mistress Elle hadn’t said anything about Lord Jeffrey having a guest.
Jensen set the tray on the side table and knelt beside it. “Are we waiting for someone my Lord?”
Jeffrey grumbled something, and then the door was opening without a knock. Only his wife or father or someone who outranked him would even consider such a thing. Jensen didn’t dare look up. Jeffrey’s hand was on his head.
“Your Highness.” Jeffrey growled, bowing slightly.
“Is this the whore?”
Jeffrey bristled. “My courtesan, Jensen.”
“Look up at me.”
Jeffrey’s hand lifted and Jensen did as he was told. The man was built like Jeffrey, lean, but broad at the shoulders, with a full beard and close cropped hair. “Hmmm…I can see what Garson liked about him. Come, let us eat.”
They sat and Jensen rose from his knees, The meal was simple, light fare. He set their plates with bread and fruits, dried meats and poured the wine. He knelt then beside Jeffrey.
They spoke quietly and Jensen did his best not to listen. It wasn’t his place. He was there to serve. Unless he was needed, he was decoration, nothing more. The prince pushed his chair back from the table, spreading his legs as his eyes moved over Jensen. “Come.”
Jensen looked to Jeffrey, then stood, moving to the prince’s side. “My cousin tells me you have a talented mouth, and that your other skills are above reproach.”
“His highness is generous with his praise.” Jensen replied carefully.
“Remove the robe. I want to see you.”
Jensen did as he was told, dropping the robe. “Turn around.” Jensen turned slowly, closing his eyes as his back turned to the prince. “Very nice. Very nice.”
The prince drained his wine and stood. “I will have him. Bring him with you to court.”
And with that, he was gone.
Jensen stood, staring after him, not entirely certain what had just transpired. Jeffrey stood, throwing his wine goblet across the room. “Fuck that fucking shit.”
Jensen moved to him, touching his arm.
Jeffrey pulled away from him. “Go.”
“My Lord, I-“
“Go!” Jeffrey bellowed.
Jensen grabbed at his robe and fled the room. There were tears in his eyes when he finally made it back to his own private quarters. Jeffrey had never yelled at him before. And the prince had said he was going to court.
Being taken to the royal court was the highest honor a courtesan could achieve. Yet, Jensen didn’t feel honored. He felt shattered.
“You will be leaving in two days.” Elle said as she circled around him. “I’m assigning you two novices to help you get packed up.”
“Thank you Mistress.” Jensen hadn’t slept, and he knew he looked like shit, but thankfully, she hadn’t said anything.
“I realize this will be hard for you, leaving your home. But it is a great honor.”
“I know.” He bowed his head and dragged in a shuddering breath. “I will do my best to bring honor to the House.”
She smiled at him and touched his shoulder. “I know you will, Jensen. You are most worthy of such an honor.” She circled back around to sit at her desk. “Now, what can I offer you to ease the sting?”
He licked his lips. “Actually, there is something.”
“Go on.”
“Elijah. The acolyte. He has asked if I would…if it were possible for me to be his first. And I know we shouldn’t make emotional connections, but he’s so young and I won’t be here after…and I…I would like to…”
“Elijah? You know he will be a beautiful courtesan one day, if he can get that energy of his under control.” She seemed to ponder the request. “All right, but he can’t know. Just like none of you know.”
Jensen smiled. “Of course.”
“And you follow the protocol.”
“Of course, thank you. I’ll go prepare.”
He stood and curtseyed before leaving her office. It gave him something to focus on. Something other than his impending departure. Something other than Jared…and losing him completely.
The acolyte’s first time was a very special night. He spent the whole day preparing, bathing, pampering, adorning the room. Novices massaged him, relaxed him. There was a wine lightly laced with a relaxing drug. Then the acolyte was given time to prepare.
Jensen entered the room, naked and unadorned. The room was much the same as it had been on the night of his first time. Candles lit the small space and heated the air. Elijah waited, his eyes covered with black silk, his body arranged on the apparatus. He knelt on the knee pads, bent forward, his hands wrapped around the bar. It was meant to make it easier, the position naturally opening his ass for the coming intrusion.
They wouldn’t speak. Jensen was to enter him fully in one thrust, then pull out. Then enter him again. On the third time, he was to continue until he came, then pull out. If Elijah hadn’t come himself, Jensen would then use the dildos carefully arranged on the counter beside him until he did.
Sometimes it took a while. Not everyone came like he did, before the first full thrust was done.
Elijah was trembling. Jensen touched the small of his back gently. He stilled. Jensen moved closer, lining himself up. He took a deep breath and pushed in. Elijah shivered and bent forward. Good boy, Jensen thought as he slid out again. He had prepped well and the added oil Jensen had used himself made it easier. He moved forward again, sliding in easily and back out.
Elijah’s hands shifted, his body adjusting and preparing for the rest. Jensen had prepped for that too, bringing himself close before he came into the room so that it would be over quickly. He pressed in, knowing it would only take a few strokes to bring him off.
He only hoped the same was true for Elijah. He whimpered and bent forward. Jensen’s cock followed him, coming inside him. After a brief hesitation, Elijah’s cock followed, spewing out onto the floor. “Good boy.” Jensen murmured just barely a whisper as he slid back. It was against the rules, but Jensen couldn’t help it. He was proud.
He was shaking as he left him. It was far more than what he had just done. He’d probably never see the kid again. Elijah would spend the next day pampered by novices, and the next day Jensen would be preparing to leave.
Nearly everything was packed. Jensen looked around the room. It seemed empty. He’d lived in this room since he’d taken his novice vows.
“I can’t find the blue robe.” Halley said as she came out of the closet with his favorite robes.
“I may have left it in the suite.” He had worn it last to meet Jared. “I’ll go look.”
He was nearly to the suite, when a shadow crossed the hall. “Is it true?”
Jensen looked up to find Jared lurking at the corner of the corridor. “You should not be here.”
“Is it true?”
Jensen moved to him, taking his hands and drawing him through the door into the suite. He started when he looked up at Jared. His face was bruised, his eye swollen and black. “My lord, what happened?”
Jared pulled away. He was angry. “Is it fucking true?”
Jensen blinked and stared. “What? Is what true, my lord?”
“You’re leaving?”
Jensen dropped his eyes. “I…I have been chosen to go to the royal court, my lord. It is an honor-“
“Fuck!” Jared slammed his fist against the wall and Jensen jumped. “Were you even going to tell me?”
“How, my lord?” Jensen reached for him, but stopped short of touching him. “I am not permitted in the arena.”
Jared turned away, cradling his hand. “You could have sent someone.”
“How did you find out?”
“Lord Jeffrey told me.” Jared’s voice was dripping with disappointment and anguish. “He said you were going someplace we would never see you again.”
“It is not my choice.” Jensen said, approaching him again. This time Jared didn’t pull away. Jensen touched his back, easing a hand around his waist and laying his face against Jared’s shoulder. “Please do not think I would choose him over you.”
Jared turned in his embrace, tilted his face up and kissed him. It was wrong. Forbidden, but Jensen melted into him. “I will find you.” Jared whispered fiercely. “I will find you and make you mine.”
Jensen closed his eyes, knowing it was an empty promise, and yet wanting to believe it anyway. “I must go.”
Jared clung to him as Jensen pulled away, and he wanted nothing more than to let him. “Jared, please.”
Jared kissed both of his hands and let go. Jensen ran from the room, ran and didn’t look back. If he did, he wasn’t sure he could force himself to leave.
Title: Courtesan 4 ( all of Courtesan can be found here)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4127
Summary: Total AU. Jensen and Jared share their final morning together before Jared must return to his life and Jensen to his. Lord Jeffrey is out manuevered by Prince Fallon. Jensen gives Elijah a gift, of sorts.
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: There is underage sex here. I didn't go overly graphic, but it is a part of the society, and is important to the character. Please do not read if this is offensive.
Art, from apieceofcake...
Word had come that Jared’s apprentice would come shortly after dawn to assist him back to his cell beneath the arena. Jensen felt a melancholy at the thought of letting him go. Still, he rose with hours before dawn to prepare himself, to give his warrior a send off fitting of their time together.
He went lightly on the make up, thinking it would please him. When he emerged from his private chamber, Jared was still asleep, his face peaceful, his body languid against the sheets of silk.
For a long moment, Jensen watched and nothing more.
His warrior was strong and lean, not like so many of the nobility Jensen had serviced. He hung on each word, every song. He had little appreciation of the poetry Jensen recited to him, but he listened attentively and applauded when he had finished.
He had to admit that pleasing Jared was very pleasing for Jensen as well.
Jared stirred, his eyes opening, sliding over the place where Jensen had slept, then up to Jensen. “Is it morning.”
“Not quite yet, my lord.” Jensen slid onto the bed, his hands moving over Jared’s skin. “We have a little time. How may I please you?”
Jared caught his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “This is all I need.”
“Perhaps my lord, but is it all that you desire?” Jensen smiled. “Let me please you.”
Jared pressed up on his elbows. “Let me please you.”
Jensen’s smile melted into a bit of a frown. “I beg your pardon?”
Jared looked nervous, biting on his lip. “I’ve been thinking…obviously you’re allowed to have…you know…to come.”
Jensen sat back and nodded. “It is allowed, but not required, my lord.” This was one of those moments where he just didn’t understand Jared. All the skills Jensen had were at his command and he was wasting their precious time together with words that made little sense.
“And all this time, you have given yourself, your body for my pleasure.”
“It is what I am, my lord. A courtesan.”
“I told you.” Jared kissed him, drawing Jensen down until he was laying on top of him. “I want us to be more than that.”
“My lord…” Jared pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.
“What would please me, Jensen, is for you to feel a small amount of what you have given me.” Jared’s thighs parted, dropping Jensen’s cock down between them.
Jensen gasped. Surely he wasn’t suggesting…not that it was unheard of, and not that he wasn’t trained to…just, it had never been asked of him. He had thought to never use that skill until he was called upon to train. “My lord.” He had no words though, as Jared reached down between them, fondling Jensen’s cock, bringing it to hardness as he had the day before.
“Please.” Jared’s voice hitched a little and when Jensen looked from his hand to his face, his eyes were brilliant emeralds filled with lust and love and Jensen could only nod.
“Let me prepare.” Jensen slid from the bed and went to retrieve the oil that would make it easier. He knew from what little they’d spoken that Jared’s experiences had never been good…and that made this all the more precious a gift, one Jensen would ensure was pleasing for them both.
Returning to the bed, Jensen could see Jared was nervous now. “We needn’t do anything, my lord.”
He smiled and shook his head. He held out his hand and Jensen climbed up on the bed beside him. “Lay back, my lord.” Jensen reached for two of the smaller pillows, touching Jared’s hip and encouraging him to lift up so he could settle them under him. It was just enough to alter the angle of his body. Jensen guided his legs apart, petting over his skin.
There was already a fine layer of sweat. Jensen licked his lips and settled on his knees between Jared’s legs. He poured some of the oil onto his fingers, then stroked over Jared’s cock. He needed the warrior to relax. Jared’s cock hardened and he shifted, lifting up to look at Jensen, an eyebrow raised.
Jensen smiled and let his slicked up had drift lower, over Jared’s balls. He entered him with only one finger, sliding in on the slick of oil. Jared gasped and his hips lifted, then settled. Jensen worked that one finger in and out, slowly going deeper.
He glanced up at Jared, but his eyes were closed. His hands were fisted in the sheets. Jensen eased his finger out and joined it with a second one. This time he moved in, immediately going deep enough to find the tiny center of nerves.
Jared gasped as he stroked over it, his eyes popping open. Jensen smiled and ducked his head to concentrate on his fingers. He added more oil and a third finger. Jared’s legs moved, his thighs trembling for a moment.
Jensen slid his hand out and away, sliding his oil-wet hands over Jared’s thighs and up to his cock. He pulled both hands up it rapidly, putting Jared’s attention firmly on his own cock as Jensen lifted up, settling his cock against Jared’s hole. “Are you certain, my lord?” Jensen asked softly.
Jared nodded, his hands lifting to hold Jensen’s arms as he planted his hands on either side of Jared’s body. Jensen pushed forward, the head of his cock entering Jared’s ass. He waited while Jared breathed, then moved in more. He moved slowly, When Jensen was fully seated inside him, Jared was arched up off the bed, a low groaning coming from him.
It had been a long time since Jensen had been inside another, and that had been a female trainer. This was different. Jared’s head came up off the pillow, his eyes deep green and Jensen could see himself in them. He took it as the sign Jared was ready for more and pulled slowly out.
The heat of Jared’s body was intense, and the oil was warmed by the friction. Jensen angled his hips to find Jared’s sweet spot and Jared’s grip tightened when he did. One hand let go of Jensen to fist over his cock.
His eyes closed as Jensen thrust up and into him, Jared’s hand moving in perfect harmony over his own cock. There were sounds Jensen had never heard Jared make coming from his mouth, moaning and mewling and half formed words. Then Jared’s back was arching and his mouth was open in a silent yell as he came, spilling hot and sticky between them.
Jensen eased up, eased out as Jared breathed through it and settled back to the bed. His eyes opened and searched out Jensen’s, questioning. “Don’t stop.”
“You achieved pleasure, my lord.” Jensen said, slightly confused.
Jared smiled and his hand reached for Jensen’s cock. “But you haven’t.” His hand slipped off the slick skin and he reached for Jensen’s arm instead. “Don’t stop.”
Jensen let himself be drawn back, sliding into him easily. “As you wish, my lord.” He settled into a rhythm quickly, willing himself to finish.
“Love you, Jensen.” Jared whispered, his hands sliding up Jensen’s arms and into his hair.
Jensen felt it building, angled himself to press into the hot spot again, watching Jared tense up, his cock twitching. As Jensen came, flooding heat inside Jared, Jared’s cock oozed a last bit of come.
Jensen slid out, reaching for the towel he had brought with the oil, cleaning Jared’s stomach, then his own, and finally tucking the towel under him to collect the come leaking from his ass.
“Are you well?” Jensen asked, his hand flat against Jared’s chest, feeling his heart race.
“I am most well.” Jared’s eyes closed and his face looked as though he were sated. “I have never spent three more perfect days.”
“Nor I, my lord.” Jensen said with a sigh. Three days that were over now. There would be time for breakfast and bathing and dressing his warrior to leave.
Jared’s hand caught his as Jensen pulled away to go prepare breakfast. “Stay.”
“My lord, you must eat.”
Jared shook his head. “Not hungry. Stay.”
Jensen sighed and lay beside him. “I want you to do something for me.” Jared said after a long while.
“Anything, my lord.”
“Say my name.”
“My lord, I-“
Jared turned on his side, “Say my name.”
Jensen looked away. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. There were reasons for the title. “Jared.”
He dared a glance. Jared was grinning. “See, not so hard. Say it again.”
Jensen’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Jared. My Lord.” He kissed Jared then. “My warrior.” Jared’s kiss was tender and intimate, maybe somehow more intimate than anything they had already shared.
It was wrong to let him think this could go on. Jensen knew it, but that smile…it made him weak. Made him want to give Jared anything, everything…just to see that smile again.
“It will be a while before I fight again.” Jared said as Jensen helped him into his tunic.
“You must give your body time to heal.” Jensen was trying to re-establish the distance between them, but Jared wasn’t making it easy.
“When will you perform in the Great Hall, I’ll be there.”
“I do not know, my lord. It will depend on the Director of Courtesans. Perhaps three nights from now.” Jensen bent his head to buckle Jared’s belt. “You should stay off the leg, at least another few weeks.”
“My leg will be fine.” Jared pulled him close, kissing over Jensen’s face. “I want to know when I will see you again.”
“I have no answer for you, my lord.”
“Will you send word?” Jared’s face was hopeful. Jensen knew this was when he needed to make Jared understand. This had to end.
Instead, Jensen nodded. “I will send word.”
Jared grinned. There was a knock on the door. “That will be your boy.”
“I miss you already.” Jared kissed him deeply, then they moved to the door together. Outside it Astin waited with a crutch. Jensen helped Jared through the door, feeling a stabbing jealousy as Astin’s arm circled his waist. Jared nestled the crutch up under his arm and together they limped away. Jensen stood watching them, and when they had rounded the corner, he slowly closed the door and sagged against it.
With his head pressed against the door, Jensen allowed himself a moment of tears. He knew this would be the last time they were allowed to be together. He knew that Lord Jeffrey would see to it. And Jensen needed to put Jared out of his mind, and accept that. He was a courtesan. Well trained and talented.
His job was to make men fall in love. Not to fall in love with them.
He lifted his head and wiped away the tears. He would leave the suite for the cleaning crew. He had other duties to attend. He would need to bathe again and prepare himself. He would need to report to Mistress Elle.
After that he would likely be afforded a rest period before he was called upon again to serve in the Hall.
Jensen was nearly ready for his bath when Elijah poked his head into the room. “Jensen?”
He smiled and beckoned the boy in as he slid into the water. “You know once that door is closed you’re supposed to stay out.” Jensen said.
“I know…but I was worried.”
“About me?”
“You were gone so long.”
Jensen chuckled a little. The kid was young, didn’t understand some of the ins and outs of the job. “I was working an extended assignment.”
“With Jared?” The kid’s eyes were bright as he came to sit by the tub.
“Yes.” It irritated him somehow how excited Elijah was with the idea. “He won his match, and me.”
“I heard people talking. He likes you.”
“What people?” Jensen asked, frowning. He didn’t need people talking about Jared, not when he was already suspected. Lord Jeffrey might trade Jared away, send him to serve in another arena, for another lord.
“Trainers mostly. They say you’re too pretty for your own good.” Elijah cocked his head at Jensen. “I think they’re just jealous ‘cause they don’t get to work the Great Hall anymore.”
Jensen smiled. “Perhaps you’re right.”
They were quiet a moment and Jensen breathed in the smell of lavender in the water. It was soothing. “Jensen?”
He looked up. The kid was nervous. “Tomorrow night…that’s when. My first time, I mean.” Elijah looked at him, then away. “I’m scared.”
Jensen took a deep breath. “On my vanity there is a blue vial. Bring it to me.” Elijah scampered away and came back with the vial. “This is a very special oil, Elijah. Mix a small drop of this in the oil you use to prepare yourself. It will numb your skin a little, make it easier for you. But tell no one that I’ve given it to you. It is against the rules for your first time.”
“Thank you.” Elijah said fervently, hugging the vial to him. “I still wish it would be you. They won’t tell me who.”
Jensen nodded. “They never do. It will likely be Levicus or Davin, though.”
“Gil had his last night. Tyra is tonight.”
Jensen let him ramble while he soaked. He was sure the kid would be okay. First times were always rough, but they all got through it. He had more important concerns. As the water cooled, Jensen roused himself, letting Elijah assist him out of the tub and drying off.
He sat at his vanity while Elijah brushed his hair. His eyes fell on the wooden rose nestled in among the clutter. A smile brushed his lips as he remembered Jared giving it to him, a little shy and uncertain, but determined to offer Jensen something. His fingers touched it, then he remembered Elijah behind him. It wouldn’t do to have the gift noticed.
“That’s enough Elijah. Thank you. You should get back to your studies.”
Elijah scampered off and Jensen did his best to pull himself together. He needed to see Elle.
“There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you’d run away with your gladiator.”
Jensen dipped in formal curtsey. “Only recovering from three days of service, Mistress.”
She smiled at him. “Word is, he was most satisfied.”
“I did my best.” She didn’t offer him a seat, so he stood.
“I imagine you did. I wonder, if you had been entertaining His Highness if the same would have been true.”
It stung, but he didn’t let it show. “Of course, Mistress. I live to serve.”
She smiled. “Good. Because you have been requested for this evening.”
“So soon?” Normally courtesans were given a day between service, at least.
“It is Lord Jeffrey who has requested you. Would you have me tell him that you need your beauty sleep?”
“Of course not.”
“You will serve him dinner in his private room this evening. The food will be prepared and waiting.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jensen dressed specifically to please Lord Jeffrey, who preferred Jensen in red and gold. His robe was red silk with gold embroidery. His make up was red over his eyes and cheeks, accented with gold swirls over his temples and onto his cheeks, He wore the ruby pendant Jeffrey had given him and the penis jewelry he had given him.
When he was prepared, he waited outside Lord Jeffrey’s rooms for the food, taking the tray from the kitchen boy and kneeling outside the door. He knocked and waited.
Jeffrey was in a foul mood. Jensen could tell as soon as he opened the door. He didn’t say a word, just gestured Jensen in. There was a table waiting, already set for two. Mistress Elle hadn’t said anything about Lord Jeffrey having a guest.
Jensen set the tray on the side table and knelt beside it. “Are we waiting for someone my Lord?”
Jeffrey grumbled something, and then the door was opening without a knock. Only his wife or father or someone who outranked him would even consider such a thing. Jensen didn’t dare look up. Jeffrey’s hand was on his head.
“Your Highness.” Jeffrey growled, bowing slightly.
“Is this the whore?”
Jeffrey bristled. “My courtesan, Jensen.”
“Look up at me.”
Jeffrey’s hand lifted and Jensen did as he was told. The man was built like Jeffrey, lean, but broad at the shoulders, with a full beard and close cropped hair. “Hmmm…I can see what Garson liked about him. Come, let us eat.”
They sat and Jensen rose from his knees, The meal was simple, light fare. He set their plates with bread and fruits, dried meats and poured the wine. He knelt then beside Jeffrey.
They spoke quietly and Jensen did his best not to listen. It wasn’t his place. He was there to serve. Unless he was needed, he was decoration, nothing more. The prince pushed his chair back from the table, spreading his legs as his eyes moved over Jensen. “Come.”
Jensen looked to Jeffrey, then stood, moving to the prince’s side. “My cousin tells me you have a talented mouth, and that your other skills are above reproach.”
“His highness is generous with his praise.” Jensen replied carefully.
“Remove the robe. I want to see you.”
Jensen did as he was told, dropping the robe. “Turn around.” Jensen turned slowly, closing his eyes as his back turned to the prince. “Very nice. Very nice.”
The prince drained his wine and stood. “I will have him. Bring him with you to court.”
And with that, he was gone.
Jensen stood, staring after him, not entirely certain what had just transpired. Jeffrey stood, throwing his wine goblet across the room. “Fuck that fucking shit.”
Jensen moved to him, touching his arm.
Jeffrey pulled away from him. “Go.”
“My Lord, I-“
“Go!” Jeffrey bellowed.
Jensen grabbed at his robe and fled the room. There were tears in his eyes when he finally made it back to his own private quarters. Jeffrey had never yelled at him before. And the prince had said he was going to court.
Being taken to the royal court was the highest honor a courtesan could achieve. Yet, Jensen didn’t feel honored. He felt shattered.
“You will be leaving in two days.” Elle said as she circled around him. “I’m assigning you two novices to help you get packed up.”
“Thank you Mistress.” Jensen hadn’t slept, and he knew he looked like shit, but thankfully, she hadn’t said anything.
“I realize this will be hard for you, leaving your home. But it is a great honor.”
“I know.” He bowed his head and dragged in a shuddering breath. “I will do my best to bring honor to the House.”
She smiled at him and touched his shoulder. “I know you will, Jensen. You are most worthy of such an honor.” She circled back around to sit at her desk. “Now, what can I offer you to ease the sting?”
He licked his lips. “Actually, there is something.”
“Go on.”
“Elijah. The acolyte. He has asked if I would…if it were possible for me to be his first. And I know we shouldn’t make emotional connections, but he’s so young and I won’t be here after…and I…I would like to…”
“Elijah? You know he will be a beautiful courtesan one day, if he can get that energy of his under control.” She seemed to ponder the request. “All right, but he can’t know. Just like none of you know.”
Jensen smiled. “Of course.”
“And you follow the protocol.”
“Of course, thank you. I’ll go prepare.”
He stood and curtseyed before leaving her office. It gave him something to focus on. Something other than his impending departure. Something other than Jared…and losing him completely.
The acolyte’s first time was a very special night. He spent the whole day preparing, bathing, pampering, adorning the room. Novices massaged him, relaxed him. There was a wine lightly laced with a relaxing drug. Then the acolyte was given time to prepare.
Jensen entered the room, naked and unadorned. The room was much the same as it had been on the night of his first time. Candles lit the small space and heated the air. Elijah waited, his eyes covered with black silk, his body arranged on the apparatus. He knelt on the knee pads, bent forward, his hands wrapped around the bar. It was meant to make it easier, the position naturally opening his ass for the coming intrusion.
They wouldn’t speak. Jensen was to enter him fully in one thrust, then pull out. Then enter him again. On the third time, he was to continue until he came, then pull out. If Elijah hadn’t come himself, Jensen would then use the dildos carefully arranged on the counter beside him until he did.
Sometimes it took a while. Not everyone came like he did, before the first full thrust was done.
Elijah was trembling. Jensen touched the small of his back gently. He stilled. Jensen moved closer, lining himself up. He took a deep breath and pushed in. Elijah shivered and bent forward. Good boy, Jensen thought as he slid out again. He had prepped well and the added oil Jensen had used himself made it easier. He moved forward again, sliding in easily and back out.
Elijah’s hands shifted, his body adjusting and preparing for the rest. Jensen had prepped for that too, bringing himself close before he came into the room so that it would be over quickly. He pressed in, knowing it would only take a few strokes to bring him off.
He only hoped the same was true for Elijah. He whimpered and bent forward. Jensen’s cock followed him, coming inside him. After a brief hesitation, Elijah’s cock followed, spewing out onto the floor. “Good boy.” Jensen murmured just barely a whisper as he slid back. It was against the rules, but Jensen couldn’t help it. He was proud.
He was shaking as he left him. It was far more than what he had just done. He’d probably never see the kid again. Elijah would spend the next day pampered by novices, and the next day Jensen would be preparing to leave.
Nearly everything was packed. Jensen looked around the room. It seemed empty. He’d lived in this room since he’d taken his novice vows.
“I can’t find the blue robe.” Halley said as she came out of the closet with his favorite robes.
“I may have left it in the suite.” He had worn it last to meet Jared. “I’ll go look.”
He was nearly to the suite, when a shadow crossed the hall. “Is it true?”
Jensen looked up to find Jared lurking at the corner of the corridor. “You should not be here.”
“Is it true?”
Jensen moved to him, taking his hands and drawing him through the door into the suite. He started when he looked up at Jared. His face was bruised, his eye swollen and black. “My lord, what happened?”
Jared pulled away. He was angry. “Is it fucking true?”
Jensen blinked and stared. “What? Is what true, my lord?”
“You’re leaving?”
Jensen dropped his eyes. “I…I have been chosen to go to the royal court, my lord. It is an honor-“
“Fuck!” Jared slammed his fist against the wall and Jensen jumped. “Were you even going to tell me?”
“How, my lord?” Jensen reached for him, but stopped short of touching him. “I am not permitted in the arena.”
Jared turned away, cradling his hand. “You could have sent someone.”
“How did you find out?”
“Lord Jeffrey told me.” Jared’s voice was dripping with disappointment and anguish. “He said you were going someplace we would never see you again.”
“It is not my choice.” Jensen said, approaching him again. This time Jared didn’t pull away. Jensen touched his back, easing a hand around his waist and laying his face against Jared’s shoulder. “Please do not think I would choose him over you.”
Jared turned in his embrace, tilted his face up and kissed him. It was wrong. Forbidden, but Jensen melted into him. “I will find you.” Jared whispered fiercely. “I will find you and make you mine.”
Jensen closed his eyes, knowing it was an empty promise, and yet wanting to believe it anyway. “I must go.”
Jared clung to him as Jensen pulled away, and he wanted nothing more than to let him. “Jared, please.”
Jared kissed both of his hands and let go. Jensen ran from the room, ran and didn’t look back. If he did, he wasn’t sure he could force himself to leave.