FIC: No Choice (NC-17) (Jared/Jensen) - PART 2
Please see Part 1 for full heading including warnings
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Jared’s breath caught at the sight of it. He’d known Jensen was special; knew he was strong, but he had been so scared; scared that he was going to lose Jensen forever. There was still a chance, he supposed.
But he didn’t think so.
Jared had met Jeffrey Dean Morgan when he was eighteen - ten years ago now. Jared was an angry cliché of a teenager who thought the city was going to be his salvation from a life stuck in small town Texas where he could never be himself. Jeff was the hot bartender at the first gay bar he snuck into, and Jared sucked his cock in exchange for a whiskey on the rocks and a hit of poppers. After the club closed, Jeff had held him down against the bar while the owner fucked into Jared’s ass.
He’d started working there the next night.
Jeff was still designing himself back then, a line filled with leather and denim rock n’roll. Jared was mostly just bumming around with his beat up camera, spending his tips on toner and developing pictures in the tiny bathroom of his crappy apartment.
“Such a good little whore,” Jared heard Jeff say, and he blinked, his focus pulled back into the present. Jeff was barely even moving his hips, letting Mark keep up the rhythm of fucking into Jensen, who was starting to shake. His ass was still red from the beating Jared had given it earlier, but the bruises were deepening in color making Jared regret leaving his camera across the room. He’d meant to take more pictures, but he kept getting too distracted by Jensen.
He’d make up for it later, kneading and sucking that tender flesh until Jensen couldn’t stand it anymore. The color will stand out better against the white sheets on his bed, anyhow. Jared stroked himself in anticipation, letting his thumb flick over the head of his cock, needing that little extra tease.
Jeff was watching Jared. Reaching over with one hand, he squeezed Jared’s thigh. “Bet you wish you were in my position right now, Padalecki. Or better yet, why don’t you and Mark trade. It’s been too long since we’ve tag-teamed a whore. Bet this bitch would love it, too.”
Jared gripped Jeff’s wrist before his hand before it could touch his cock. “Nahh, I’d rather wait until later when I’ve got Jensen to myself - I don’t need anyone else.”
Jared watched Jeff as Jensen moaned in agreement, and saw the dark shadow fall across his eyes. Jeff wrenched his hand away, and used it to grip Jensen’s hip tightly, thrusting up into him so hard it threw off Mark’s rhythm.
Jensen moaned at the shift in sensations. Jared watched as the shivers ran through his body. Jensen had closed his eyes a while ago, and Jared wondered what thoughts were flashing through his mind. Did he hate Jared for putting him through this? Or did he understand the gift Jared was trying to give him?
“You’re so gorgeous right now, taking three cocks and begging for more.” Jared almost wished he could untie Jensen’s hands, just so that he could call someone else over to show them what Jensen could do with them as well. “Make them come, Jensen. Make them come and I’ll give you what you want.”
Jeff chuckled. “Slut like this, pretty sure he’s getting what he wants right now. I’m gonna make him come so hard he’ll be following me home tonight, begging for more.”
Then Tom gasped, and Jared, Jeff, and Mark all turned their heads towards him in surprise. Tom had his eyes closed and he was leaning down, clearly propping himself up with his arm on the couch to keep himself steady as he came. Jensen kept his mouth on Tom the whole time, swallowing him down with a hum of pleasure, unaware of the eyes on him.
It was Jared who had found Tom dancing in a club back in the early days before they had an audition process for models, but it was Jeff who took him home, fucked him and then called Jared in the morning to clean him up and take his picture. It was a shot from that first shoot - Tom looking obviously fucked out and strung out and his dick almost popping out of the pants Jeff squeezed him into that made it into JDM’s first major fashion print campaign. Jared still had a copy of the first issue of VOGUE it appeared in.
Jeff had kept Tom on a leash ever since - often literally. Tom seemed happy with his lot in life, but Jared didn’t think he had figured out yet that Jeff was hoping to trade him up for a newer, younger version. He’d been spoiled stupid over the years, too used to keeping his head down and his mouth shut. He certainly hadn’t figured out that he should have been looking at Jensen as a threat and not just a new toy to play with. Not that Jared was going to allow that to happen.
Tom’s head seemed to clear as he bit down on his hand as if to stop himself from moaning again, but it was too late. He pulled back, his cock slipping out of Jensen’s mouth with a pop. As soon as it did, Jensen turned his head to look back over at Jared, a small smile on his swollen, cum-stained lips, his eyes searching for approval.
“Useless slut,” Jeff barked out, and Jensen’s eyes fell.
Jared almost pulled him out and into his arms right then and there. Instead he gave Jensen his brightest smile, and let himself reach out and stroke a hand through Jensen’s hair. “Not you, love. You were brilliant.”
Jensen’s grin became bolder then, and God, Jared just wanted him to always look like that it was so gorgeous. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me now, Jared?” he asked. “Have I been good enough?”
He wanted to. He wanted to so badly. Wanted to scoop Jensen into his arms and take him into his bedroom and shut the door on everyone else. Chad would make sure they all left - Chad was a good friend like that. He only came today because he knew Jared might need back up if things went badly.
And that was the problem, because Jeff’s eyes were cold and steel, his mouth set in a thin line, and Jared knew that things could still go very, very badly.
“Soon,” Jared told Jensen, trying to ignore the way the room was watching them. “Show Jeff just how badly you want it. Make him come, love. Make him come for me.”
Jensen bit his lip and nodded, determination in his eyes. He was in full control of the situation, even sandwiched the way he was between Mark and Jeff. It was so beautiful Jared almost had to turn away.
Jared was under no illusions to the fact that Jensen was too good for him. He was too good for all these games, and Jared had known it from the moment Jensen had walked into his studio. He’d only hoped to be able to hitch his ride to Jensen’s star and ride it away from the dirty world he’d lived in for so long. That was why, after taking those first few pictures, he’d had Jensen sign the contracts Chad had drawn up for him ages ago, but he’d never dared to use. The ones that gave Jared - and not JDM - full rights to Jensen’s image.
He’d learned a few things over the years.
But Jensen didn’t know his own potential. Jared still didn’t know why that was - a combination of daddy issues and low self-esteem and who knows what else that could probably keep a full time therapist rolling in it for years to come - and Jared planned on making sure Jensen could afford the best that money had to offer for the rest of his life. His plan was already in motion, and if nothing got in his way, Jensen would be on magazine covers and billboards within a year - and he’d already reached into his contacts in the music industry to see what could be done for him there.
Jensen was going to be the star Jared had seen that first day, and Jared was going to be the one to create him.
And one day, one day Jensen would outgrow him. He’d realize that he deserved more than Jared could offer him. He’d realize that he didn’t need Jared. Realize that he wasn’t half as messed up as Jared was. Until that happened, though, Jared would be right there at his side.
And he would make sure that Jensen didn’t choose anyone else in this room.
Jensen bent his head, and Jared watched as he laid kisses along Jeff’s neck, reaching to nibble on his earlobe. Jeff squeezed his eyes closed, before opening them to look sardonically at Jared. “Your slut’s going to have to do better than that.” Then he gasped as Jensen bit down hard on his neck before tracing his tongue around the mark he’d created.
Jeff had slowly been sliding down the couch more and more until he was almost completely on his back at this point. Jared didn’t think he’d even realized it. He’d become so used to others just giving him what he wanted he’d forgotten how to fight, spoiled by his own riches. Mark was pounding into Jensen’s ass, but the look in his eyes showed that he knew he was fucking Jeff by doing it. The rest of the room was slowly drawing closer, like they knew this was the final match.
Then Mark fell forward, letting out a scream as he came. He rode it out, pushing Jensen and Jeff down further into the couch. Jensen had his mouth attached to that same spot on Jeff’s neck, seeming determined to leave a permanent mark, but he eventually pushed away, managing to turn his head from within the dog pile of bodies to look at Jared. “Please Jared…”
Jared considered the situation, an idea forming in his head. Could he get away with it? There was only one way to figure out.
“You want to fuck him, love? Want to feel that tight ass squeezing around your cock?”
Jensen’s eyes widened in shock, and Jeff tried to protest, “What the fuck, Jared.” He struggled to get up, but he was trapped under the combined weight of Jensen and Mark.
Jared made eye-contact with Mark, and knew they were on the same page. Mark slid out of Jensen, and immediately grabbed hold of Jeff’s legs, bending them up. Jared, meanwhile, pulled Jensen off of Jeff and into his arms. Jensen clung to him, and Jared couldn’t resist taking a moment to plunge his tongue into Jensen’s mouth, reinforcing his claim and reassuring his own peace of mind at the same time. When he let Jensen go, it was with reluctance, but it had to be done.
Getting up, Jared moved behind the loveseat, grabbing Jeff’s ankles from where Mark was holding them in place. Jeff was bent almost in half, his upper body lying on the couch, his neck bent up at what looked to be a rather uncomfortable position, and his ass presented to the entire room.
“Get him ready, sluts,” Jared said, looking out at his friends and co-workers, flashing them his best smile.
“You are going to pay for this, Padalecki. I am going to whip your ass later.”
Jared just pulled at Jeff’s ankles in response, raising his ass higher in the air.
It was Jensen who moved first, getting to his knees in front of Jeff, his arms still trapped behind his back. Looking up at Jared, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along Jeff’s exposed crack, coming back down again to swirl it around the puckered opening.
Jeff couldn’t seem to help the moan he let out.
Jensen stayed there on his knees for a few minutes, his face buried in Jeff’s ass while he had eyes only for Jared, before raising himself up onto his feet. His arms may as well have not been bound for how little they seemed to impede his movements.
“I hope someone’s got some lube,” he drawled out, turning away from Jared to address the room, “Because I don’t think that ass has been fucked in years.”
Jared almost let go of Jeff to run up and kiss him again.
Someone found a bottle of lube, and then everyone seemed to descend on Jeff, each one eager to get a finger or a mouth or both on his ass. Jeff struggled, but Jared held him in place, leaning in to add his bodyweight to the pressure holding him down. Still, he beckoned Jensen towards him with his chin, nuzzling into his neck and licking at the salty, sweaty flesh when he got close enough.
“Love you so fucking much,” He whispered into Jensen’s ear.
Jensen turned his head, finding Jared’s lips and capturing them in a kiss. Jared let him play and explore for a bit, before taking control, nipping Jensen’s lip hard between his teeth, not letting go until Jensen gasped.
“I love you, Jared,” Jensen said, looking up at Jared with a shy yet giddy smile.
Jared was saved from saying something ridiculously sappy by Jeff’s moan, and they both turned to look at the man below them. “I think he’s ready for you, Jensen.”
Despite his bravado earlier, Jensen hesitated, and Jared could tell he’d rather not go through with this.
“Please, Jensen,” Jared whispered, punctuating his words with one final kiss. “For me.”
There was nothing he could do besides ask. The choice was Jensen’s, now.
Jensen looked up at him for a moment longer, before nodding. “For you, because I love you.”
Jared smiled. “Love you too, Jensen.”
“Can someone please fuck someone or did we all get transported into some lame-ass chick flick?”
“Shut up, Chad.” Jensen rolled his eyes as he spoke, and Jared couldn’t help but look over at his best friend to beam in pride.
Chad rolled his eyes, but he gave Jared a thumb’s up in approval. Subtlety was never Chad’s strong point. Then Chad bent down and picked up the remnants of the shirt Jensen had been wearing earlier. Grinning, he shoved it in Jeff’s mouth, ignoring the man’s attempts at protest. “God, I’ve wanted to do that to that fucker for years.”
Jensen walked around the couch to stand once again in front of Jeff, where he stopped and looked back up at Jared. Jared tightened his grip on Jeff’s legs, and pulled him up until he was almost upside down.
“How does it feel knowing Jensen’s gonna fuck into you, make you his bitch, with his hands tied behind his back. That everyone here is going to finally see what a whore you are.” Jared gave Jensen a nod, and Jensen - his bright green eyes never leaving Jared’s - thrust into Jeff’s ass, letting out a grunt as he did.
“God, he’s so tight, Jared,” Jensen moaned.
“His ass may be tight now, but it’s not going to take long to loosen it up again. Used to scream and beg for my cock and just about any you could get.”
“You’re not going to fuck him again. Not going to fuck anyone but me,” Jensen said, thrusting into Jeff as he did.
Jared laughed. “Not gonna let anyone fuck you again after this, either.”
“Good,” Jensen said, and Jared could see the relief there. As hot as Jensen looked fucking Jeff right now, Jared knew he’d already pushed his luck. “Good. Don’t want anyone but you.”
They stopped talking then, although the room was still filled with grunts and moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as Jensen fucked Jeff harder. He must have been using every last ounce of energy he had left, because Jared could see the weariness. He’d pushed Jensen right to his limit today, and probably past it, if this last burst of almost hysterical energy was anything to go by.
He hadn’t lost him, though.
Jeff had stopped struggling, and when Jared pulled his eyes from Jensen to look down at him, he could see that he had his hands clenching the fabric of the cushion below him, clinging to his self-control. Looking back up at Jensen, he had only three words to say.
“Let’s finish him.”
Jensen nodded, and Jared pulled at Jeff’s legs again, shifting the angle that Jensen’s thrust landed. A few more hard fucks, and Jeff began shaking. Almost there…
“Come, bitch.”
Jared was so surprised by Jensen’s words that he almost didn’t notice Jeff fall apart, cum spraying his chest as Jeff screamed through the gag in his mouth. Jensen pulled out and collapsed down on his knees, head bowed in pure exhaustion. Jared let go of Jeff, not caring what the man did at that point, and moved over to Jensen. The first thing he did was to untie Jensen’s hands, which immediately flung themselves around Jared, clinging as Jensen buried his head in Jared’s shoulder.
Jensen was shaking, murmuring words into Jared’s skin that he couldn’t even make out, so Jared took his face in his hand, and lifted his mouth to meet his in a kiss. Jensen’s hands moved upwards until they were wrapped around the back of Jared’s head, deepening the kiss, which suited Jared just fine. He threw himself into it, pushing into Jensen until his back was on the floor and one leg was wrapped around Jared.
Their bodies aligned, Jared didn’t think he could have stopped himself from fucking into Jensen if he tried, and he really, really saw no reason to hold back. Jensen was still hard - he’d held himself back from coming even while fucking Jeff - and Jared had been waiting for this moment all night long. It didn’t take more than a few thrusts and they were both falling apart.
Afterwards, Jared just stayed where he was, lying on top of Jensen right there in the middle of his living room floor in front of everyone. He’d done what he’d set out to do - no one was going to try and take Jensen away from him now, not even Jeff.
And maybe, just maybe, Jensen would stay with Jared. Maybe he could change himself into someone who was better - someone who deserved Jensen. After all, it was the only way he’d get to keep him. He really had no choice.
finis
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Jared’s breath caught at the sight of it. He’d known Jensen was special; knew he was strong, but he had been so scared; scared that he was going to lose Jensen forever. There was still a chance, he supposed.
But he didn’t think so.
Jared had met Jeffrey Dean Morgan when he was eighteen - ten years ago now. Jared was an angry cliché of a teenager who thought the city was going to be his salvation from a life stuck in small town Texas where he could never be himself. Jeff was the hot bartender at the first gay bar he snuck into, and Jared sucked his cock in exchange for a whiskey on the rocks and a hit of poppers. After the club closed, Jeff had held him down against the bar while the owner fucked into Jared’s ass.
He’d started working there the next night.
Jeff was still designing himself back then, a line filled with leather and denim rock n’roll. Jared was mostly just bumming around with his beat up camera, spending his tips on toner and developing pictures in the tiny bathroom of his crappy apartment.
“Such a good little whore,” Jared heard Jeff say, and he blinked, his focus pulled back into the present. Jeff was barely even moving his hips, letting Mark keep up the rhythm of fucking into Jensen, who was starting to shake. His ass was still red from the beating Jared had given it earlier, but the bruises were deepening in color making Jared regret leaving his camera across the room. He’d meant to take more pictures, but he kept getting too distracted by Jensen.
He’d make up for it later, kneading and sucking that tender flesh until Jensen couldn’t stand it anymore. The color will stand out better against the white sheets on his bed, anyhow. Jared stroked himself in anticipation, letting his thumb flick over the head of his cock, needing that little extra tease.
Jeff was watching Jared. Reaching over with one hand, he squeezed Jared’s thigh. “Bet you wish you were in my position right now, Padalecki. Or better yet, why don’t you and Mark trade. It’s been too long since we’ve tag-teamed a whore. Bet this bitch would love it, too.”
Jared gripped Jeff’s wrist before his hand before it could touch his cock. “Nahh, I’d rather wait until later when I’ve got Jensen to myself - I don’t need anyone else.”
Jared watched Jeff as Jensen moaned in agreement, and saw the dark shadow fall across his eyes. Jeff wrenched his hand away, and used it to grip Jensen’s hip tightly, thrusting up into him so hard it threw off Mark’s rhythm.
Jensen moaned at the shift in sensations. Jared watched as the shivers ran through his body. Jensen had closed his eyes a while ago, and Jared wondered what thoughts were flashing through his mind. Did he hate Jared for putting him through this? Or did he understand the gift Jared was trying to give him?
“You’re so gorgeous right now, taking three cocks and begging for more.” Jared almost wished he could untie Jensen’s hands, just so that he could call someone else over to show them what Jensen could do with them as well. “Make them come, Jensen. Make them come and I’ll give you what you want.”
Jeff chuckled. “Slut like this, pretty sure he’s getting what he wants right now. I’m gonna make him come so hard he’ll be following me home tonight, begging for more.”
Then Tom gasped, and Jared, Jeff, and Mark all turned their heads towards him in surprise. Tom had his eyes closed and he was leaning down, clearly propping himself up with his arm on the couch to keep himself steady as he came. Jensen kept his mouth on Tom the whole time, swallowing him down with a hum of pleasure, unaware of the eyes on him.
It was Jared who had found Tom dancing in a club back in the early days before they had an audition process for models, but it was Jeff who took him home, fucked him and then called Jared in the morning to clean him up and take his picture. It was a shot from that first shoot - Tom looking obviously fucked out and strung out and his dick almost popping out of the pants Jeff squeezed him into that made it into JDM’s first major fashion print campaign. Jared still had a copy of the first issue of VOGUE it appeared in.
Jeff had kept Tom on a leash ever since - often literally. Tom seemed happy with his lot in life, but Jared didn’t think he had figured out yet that Jeff was hoping to trade him up for a newer, younger version. He’d been spoiled stupid over the years, too used to keeping his head down and his mouth shut. He certainly hadn’t figured out that he should have been looking at Jensen as a threat and not just a new toy to play with. Not that Jared was going to allow that to happen.
Tom’s head seemed to clear as he bit down on his hand as if to stop himself from moaning again, but it was too late. He pulled back, his cock slipping out of Jensen’s mouth with a pop. As soon as it did, Jensen turned his head to look back over at Jared, a small smile on his swollen, cum-stained lips, his eyes searching for approval.
“Useless slut,” Jeff barked out, and Jensen’s eyes fell.
Jared almost pulled him out and into his arms right then and there. Instead he gave Jensen his brightest smile, and let himself reach out and stroke a hand through Jensen’s hair. “Not you, love. You were brilliant.”
Jensen’s grin became bolder then, and God, Jared just wanted him to always look like that it was so gorgeous. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me now, Jared?” he asked. “Have I been good enough?”
He wanted to. He wanted to so badly. Wanted to scoop Jensen into his arms and take him into his bedroom and shut the door on everyone else. Chad would make sure they all left - Chad was a good friend like that. He only came today because he knew Jared might need back up if things went badly.
And that was the problem, because Jeff’s eyes were cold and steel, his mouth set in a thin line, and Jared knew that things could still go very, very badly.
“Soon,” Jared told Jensen, trying to ignore the way the room was watching them. “Show Jeff just how badly you want it. Make him come, love. Make him come for me.”
Jensen bit his lip and nodded, determination in his eyes. He was in full control of the situation, even sandwiched the way he was between Mark and Jeff. It was so beautiful Jared almost had to turn away.
Jared was under no illusions to the fact that Jensen was too good for him. He was too good for all these games, and Jared had known it from the moment Jensen had walked into his studio. He’d only hoped to be able to hitch his ride to Jensen’s star and ride it away from the dirty world he’d lived in for so long. That was why, after taking those first few pictures, he’d had Jensen sign the contracts Chad had drawn up for him ages ago, but he’d never dared to use. The ones that gave Jared - and not JDM - full rights to Jensen’s image.
He’d learned a few things over the years.
But Jensen didn’t know his own potential. Jared still didn’t know why that was - a combination of daddy issues and low self-esteem and who knows what else that could probably keep a full time therapist rolling in it for years to come - and Jared planned on making sure Jensen could afford the best that money had to offer for the rest of his life. His plan was already in motion, and if nothing got in his way, Jensen would be on magazine covers and billboards within a year - and he’d already reached into his contacts in the music industry to see what could be done for him there.
Jensen was going to be the star Jared had seen that first day, and Jared was going to be the one to create him.
And one day, one day Jensen would outgrow him. He’d realize that he deserved more than Jared could offer him. He’d realize that he didn’t need Jared. Realize that he wasn’t half as messed up as Jared was. Until that happened, though, Jared would be right there at his side.
And he would make sure that Jensen didn’t choose anyone else in this room.
Jensen bent his head, and Jared watched as he laid kisses along Jeff’s neck, reaching to nibble on his earlobe. Jeff squeezed his eyes closed, before opening them to look sardonically at Jared. “Your slut’s going to have to do better than that.” Then he gasped as Jensen bit down hard on his neck before tracing his tongue around the mark he’d created.
Jeff had slowly been sliding down the couch more and more until he was almost completely on his back at this point. Jared didn’t think he’d even realized it. He’d become so used to others just giving him what he wanted he’d forgotten how to fight, spoiled by his own riches. Mark was pounding into Jensen’s ass, but the look in his eyes showed that he knew he was fucking Jeff by doing it. The rest of the room was slowly drawing closer, like they knew this was the final match.
Then Mark fell forward, letting out a scream as he came. He rode it out, pushing Jensen and Jeff down further into the couch. Jensen had his mouth attached to that same spot on Jeff’s neck, seeming determined to leave a permanent mark, but he eventually pushed away, managing to turn his head from within the dog pile of bodies to look at Jared. “Please Jared…”
Jared considered the situation, an idea forming in his head. Could he get away with it? There was only one way to figure out.
“You want to fuck him, love? Want to feel that tight ass squeezing around your cock?”
Jensen’s eyes widened in shock, and Jeff tried to protest, “What the fuck, Jared.” He struggled to get up, but he was trapped under the combined weight of Jensen and Mark.
Jared made eye-contact with Mark, and knew they were on the same page. Mark slid out of Jensen, and immediately grabbed hold of Jeff’s legs, bending them up. Jared, meanwhile, pulled Jensen off of Jeff and into his arms. Jensen clung to him, and Jared couldn’t resist taking a moment to plunge his tongue into Jensen’s mouth, reinforcing his claim and reassuring his own peace of mind at the same time. When he let Jensen go, it was with reluctance, but it had to be done.
Getting up, Jared moved behind the loveseat, grabbing Jeff’s ankles from where Mark was holding them in place. Jeff was bent almost in half, his upper body lying on the couch, his neck bent up at what looked to be a rather uncomfortable position, and his ass presented to the entire room.
“Get him ready, sluts,” Jared said, looking out at his friends and co-workers, flashing them his best smile.
“You are going to pay for this, Padalecki. I am going to whip your ass later.”
Jared just pulled at Jeff’s ankles in response, raising his ass higher in the air.
It was Jensen who moved first, getting to his knees in front of Jeff, his arms still trapped behind his back. Looking up at Jared, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along Jeff’s exposed crack, coming back down again to swirl it around the puckered opening.
Jeff couldn’t seem to help the moan he let out.
Jensen stayed there on his knees for a few minutes, his face buried in Jeff’s ass while he had eyes only for Jared, before raising himself up onto his feet. His arms may as well have not been bound for how little they seemed to impede his movements.
“I hope someone’s got some lube,” he drawled out, turning away from Jared to address the room, “Because I don’t think that ass has been fucked in years.”
Jared almost let go of Jeff to run up and kiss him again.
Someone found a bottle of lube, and then everyone seemed to descend on Jeff, each one eager to get a finger or a mouth or both on his ass. Jeff struggled, but Jared held him in place, leaning in to add his bodyweight to the pressure holding him down. Still, he beckoned Jensen towards him with his chin, nuzzling into his neck and licking at the salty, sweaty flesh when he got close enough.
“Love you so fucking much,” He whispered into Jensen’s ear.
Jensen turned his head, finding Jared’s lips and capturing them in a kiss. Jared let him play and explore for a bit, before taking control, nipping Jensen’s lip hard between his teeth, not letting go until Jensen gasped.
“I love you, Jared,” Jensen said, looking up at Jared with a shy yet giddy smile.
Jared was saved from saying something ridiculously sappy by Jeff’s moan, and they both turned to look at the man below them. “I think he’s ready for you, Jensen.”
Despite his bravado earlier, Jensen hesitated, and Jared could tell he’d rather not go through with this.
“Please, Jensen,” Jared whispered, punctuating his words with one final kiss. “For me.”
There was nothing he could do besides ask. The choice was Jensen’s, now.
Jensen looked up at him for a moment longer, before nodding. “For you, because I love you.”
Jared smiled. “Love you too, Jensen.”
“Can someone please fuck someone or did we all get transported into some lame-ass chick flick?”
“Shut up, Chad.” Jensen rolled his eyes as he spoke, and Jared couldn’t help but look over at his best friend to beam in pride.
Chad rolled his eyes, but he gave Jared a thumb’s up in approval. Subtlety was never Chad’s strong point. Then Chad bent down and picked up the remnants of the shirt Jensen had been wearing earlier. Grinning, he shoved it in Jeff’s mouth, ignoring the man’s attempts at protest. “God, I’ve wanted to do that to that fucker for years.”
Jensen walked around the couch to stand once again in front of Jeff, where he stopped and looked back up at Jared. Jared tightened his grip on Jeff’s legs, and pulled him up until he was almost upside down.
“How does it feel knowing Jensen’s gonna fuck into you, make you his bitch, with his hands tied behind his back. That everyone here is going to finally see what a whore you are.” Jared gave Jensen a nod, and Jensen - his bright green eyes never leaving Jared’s - thrust into Jeff’s ass, letting out a grunt as he did.
“God, he’s so tight, Jared,” Jensen moaned.
“His ass may be tight now, but it’s not going to take long to loosen it up again. Used to scream and beg for my cock and just about any you could get.”
“You’re not going to fuck him again. Not going to fuck anyone but me,” Jensen said, thrusting into Jeff as he did.
Jared laughed. “Not gonna let anyone fuck you again after this, either.”
“Good,” Jensen said, and Jared could see the relief there. As hot as Jensen looked fucking Jeff right now, Jared knew he’d already pushed his luck. “Good. Don’t want anyone but you.”
They stopped talking then, although the room was still filled with grunts and moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as Jensen fucked Jeff harder. He must have been using every last ounce of energy he had left, because Jared could see the weariness. He’d pushed Jensen right to his limit today, and probably past it, if this last burst of almost hysterical energy was anything to go by.
He hadn’t lost him, though.
Jeff had stopped struggling, and when Jared pulled his eyes from Jensen to look down at him, he could see that he had his hands clenching the fabric of the cushion below him, clinging to his self-control. Looking back up at Jensen, he had only three words to say.
“Let’s finish him.”
Jensen nodded, and Jared pulled at Jeff’s legs again, shifting the angle that Jensen’s thrust landed. A few more hard fucks, and Jeff began shaking. Almost there…
“Come, bitch.”
Jared was so surprised by Jensen’s words that he almost didn’t notice Jeff fall apart, cum spraying his chest as Jeff screamed through the gag in his mouth. Jensen pulled out and collapsed down on his knees, head bowed in pure exhaustion. Jared let go of Jeff, not caring what the man did at that point, and moved over to Jensen. The first thing he did was to untie Jensen’s hands, which immediately flung themselves around Jared, clinging as Jensen buried his head in Jared’s shoulder.
Jensen was shaking, murmuring words into Jared’s skin that he couldn’t even make out, so Jared took his face in his hand, and lifted his mouth to meet his in a kiss. Jensen’s hands moved upwards until they were wrapped around the back of Jared’s head, deepening the kiss, which suited Jared just fine. He threw himself into it, pushing into Jensen until his back was on the floor and one leg was wrapped around Jared.
Their bodies aligned, Jared didn’t think he could have stopped himself from fucking into Jensen if he tried, and he really, really saw no reason to hold back. Jensen was still hard - he’d held himself back from coming even while fucking Jeff - and Jared had been waiting for this moment all night long. It didn’t take more than a few thrusts and they were both falling apart.
Afterwards, Jared just stayed where he was, lying on top of Jensen right there in the middle of his living room floor in front of everyone. He’d done what he’d set out to do - no one was going to try and take Jensen away from him now, not even Jeff.
And maybe, just maybe, Jensen would stay with Jared. Maybe he could change himself into someone who was better - someone who deserved Jensen. After all, it was the only way he’d get to keep him. He really had no choice.
finis
TL;DR meta-ish notes on what was going through my head as I wrote this, as well as some further notes on backstories/what happens next to various characters.
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