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rose_the_hat) wrote2014-05-13 07:06 pm
rose_the_hat) wrote2014-05-13 07:06 pm
Fic: My Favorite Sin
Title: My Favorite Sin
Author:Rose
Pairing:Jared/Jensen
Rating:NC-17
Words: 2,700-ish
Warnings/Enticements: underage character; age difference;
Summary: In which Jensen is a tenacious young man and Jared is his reluctant older lover.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'ed because I'm anxious to post.
Jared knows who’s at the door before he answers it. There is a war within himself that has been raging since he first picked the kid up at the club. It was just supposed to be a one night thing, a cute twink at the bar. Nothing Jared hasn’t done for the last decade…or longer if he thought about it but it had spiraled into a delicious and dirty affair that had been going on for the last five or six months. He should turn him away. Jensen was only seventeen to Jared’s forty-three. It couldn’t continue. Jared had tried repeatedly to break it off but Jensen was like an addiction and Jensen….Jensen was tenacious, relentless, in his pursuit of Jared going so far as to get a job in the mailroom of his corporate offices, taunting Jared with that lithe body in a polo and khakis as he pushed his mail cart around the office. Jared treated him as he did all employees, but here, in his home, was another matter entirely. A couple of months back Jared had answered the door and there had stood Jensen for the first time. He hadn’t been able to turn him away that night or any of the subsequent nights.
Steeling himself, Jared opened the door to see the sultry twink, all long coltish limbs, big liquid eyes, pouty lips staring up at him. He was wearing a tight white wife-beater and expensive, artfully distressed designer jeans that hugged his hips and thighs and showed the bulge of his cock. “Hey, Jared,” voice low and sexy.
Heat washed over Jared even as he ignored the way his stomach flipped at seeing the boy. “Jensen…”
“Aww, you don’t sound happy to see me.” He pushed off the door jamb and crossed the threshold, a sweet little sway to his hips. God, that perfect tight ass. “And I came all this way to see you.”
He swallowed, did not close the door, would not. Tonight was the night he turned Jensen away. “You need to leave. Now. I don’t want you here.” The words left a sour taste in his mouth.
Jensen blinked those doe eyes, then smirked. “You’re such a liar. I can see it in your eyes. You want me every bit as much as I want you.”
“This has to stop. You’re not even eighteen!”
“You say the same things every time, and every time you end up fucking me through the mattress, or floor, wall…wherever. Can we just not?”
“Doesn’t it mean anything to you that I’m old enough to be your father?”
Jensen’s grin was wolfish. “I'm not your father,” Jensen sang moving into the house, dancing a little bit as he hummed a few bars of George Michael’s I Want Your Sex. “I’m not your brother. Talk to your sister. I am a lover!” When he reached Jared’s oversized, overstuffed, sofa he threw himself down on it.
Jared swallowed, mouth gone dry, palms damp with sweat. “Jensen, please leave my house and don’t come back.”
“Nope! If you want me to leave you’re gunna hafta throw me out yourself.”
Jensen threw down a gauntlet. Jared blew out a shaky breath, squared his shoulders. If that was the way Jensen wanted it, if that was what it took for him to understand this affair couldn’t continue, Jared could do this.
Without even realizing it, he closed the door.
When he rounded the sofa the air left his lungs. Jensen was sin personified as he lay on the sofa with his legs spread, back arched, nipples hard and pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt. Jared’s cock stirred, hardening and pressing against the zipper of his slacks.
“Jared….” Jensen rose from the couch, wrapped his arms around Jared’s next pressed that tight hot body against his. His lips brushed across Jared’s, he smelled like caramel and chocolate, those lattes he drinks. One of the boy’s nimble long-fingered hands slid down Jared’s chest. “I want you to keep your promise.” He tugged at Jared’s belt, the steel buckle tinkling as it was undone. He unbuttoned and snaked his hand down Jared’s slacks to cup and squeeze Jared’s cock. Jared gasped and a soft noise of pleasure escaped him. “Remember your promise? You said you’d make me cum without even fucking me.”
Jared was a mouthy bastard when he was fucking, and Jensen especially brought out the worst—or best—in him, but he remembered that promise. He had made it during their last tryst. When Jensen first spent the night with him, he had noticed how sensitive Jensen’s nipples were and he just bet Jensen could come from stimulating them alone.
“C’mon, Jay, I know you’re a man of your word. I wanna cum for you. Make me cum.”
Jared took his delectable mouth in a dirty kiss. Jensen responded the way he always did, with passion and enthusiasm. He shoved a leg between Jared’s and started a slow grind, riding his thigh. Fingers carded though Jared’s hair and pressed their mouths tighter together, kissing harder, sucking on Jared’s tongue. His hands pulled and tugged Jared’s shirt from his slacks, moved over the muscled contours of Jared’s back, down to grip his ass. This boy always tested Jared’s control, could make him lose it without even trying, but not tonight.
“No,” Jared whispered, pulling away. His cock throbbed between his legs in time with his racing heart. Jensen stared up at him, lips swollen, shiny with saliva and bitten red from their kisses, eyes black with lust, gorgeous liquid pools of want. “Up to my bedroom, strip, and wait for me.”
Jensen moaned, bit his lip. “Mmm, yeah. Yeah, okay.” He placed a palm over Jared’s heart, held his gaze a moment before he headed upstairs, so at his ease in Jared’s house, like he belonged here, belonged in Jared’s life.
Jared exhaled and walked over to the bar. He tossed some ice into a cut crystal tumbler, poured a healthy measure of the 25 year old Glenlivet and slammed it back. What was it about Jensen he couldn’t resist? More than the amazing sex there was something deeper there, something Jared didn’t want to try and name, was scared to. Jensen was smart and had a good head on his shoulder for seventeen. Jensen had shared with him after a night of lovemaking, that he wanted to go into the medical field, pediatric oncology because of his little sister who had passed away of bone cancer when she was seven. He had it planned out, was already applying to schools—schools that were not out of state, like UCLA and Stanford, and Jared…Jared couldn’t deny that he was glad Jensen wouldn’t be far from him. This was insane! Some post-coital pillow talk did not equal a love affair.
He set his glass down on the bar, the ice clinked. Jared changed his mind, and took the glass with ice upstairs with him. His bedroom door was ajar. He pushed it open the rest of the way to reveal Jensen on Jared’s big bead, spread eagle, lazily stroking his pretty cock. God, that creamy supple skin looked edible against the backdrop of black silk sheets.
Jared entered the room, slipped out of his loafers. “What are we doing here, kid?” Said more to himself than to Jensen.
“Whatever you want, Jay.”
Those words sent an erotic charge though him. Jensen was so young, so trusting of him, as arousing as it was foolish. He came fully into the room, closed the door behind him. He set the heavy glass down on the bedside table and turned to his closet. From the tie rack he selected two emerald green silk ties.
“Mmm, kinky. I like.” He held his arms above his head while Jared tied one end of one tie to a wrist and secured it to the rungs of his oak headboard and did the same to the other.
“Not too tight?”
Jensen’s bicep flexed as he tested the give of the material. “No. It’s good.”
He reached out and ran his fingers through Jensen’s soft blond hair. “Good.”
Jared sat on the edge of the bed, gaze trailing down Jensen’s body, looking his fill; taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the elegant jut of collarbone, subtle definition of his pecs and abs, the trail of golden hair that darkened and took on a faintly reddish hue that surrounded his cock, lean thighs, the almost delicate bones of his ankles and feet. There wasn’t anything about Jensen that wasn’t perfect. He didn’t think he had seen a more beautiful and vulnerable sight. In a couple of years when he finished filling out he would be a spectacular specimen of a man.
He worked his way back up, found and held Jensen’s gaze. Jensen blinked slowly; expression soft, fond, and open reflecting complete trust and something more. It was a bit overwhelming. Jared bent and kissed him, gentle and thorough, tongues tangling lazily, heart swelling with an emotion that Jared couldn’t even begin to allow himself to think about.
“What’cha gonna do to me, you dirty old man?” He had a saucy grin on his lips and a teasing lilt that softened his words.
“This dirty old man could fuck your sweet ass into next week.”
Jensen undulated that perfect body. “Yeahhhh, want you to. You’re so fucking hot, Jared. You don’t even know, do you?”
“Well, that’s not on the agenda tonight, sweetheart.” Jared brushed his lips across Jensen’s before he sat back. He glanced to his empty glass of scotch, reached in a plucked out an ice cube. He sucked on it letting it melt and cool his mouth. When the cube was gone he blew cool breath across Jensen’s nipples.
A soft gasp escaped Jensen’s lips and his back arched. “That, my sweet boy, is what’s on the agenda tonight.” He grinned as he plucked another cube from his tumbler. It melted between his fingers, drops of icy water hit one perky baby-pink nipple then the other. Jared bent and circled the tight bud with his tongue, licking up the water, relishing the salty taste of Jensen’s skin.
Jensen’s body quaked and he breathed out a soft sigh. “Feels so good.”
He pulls back and circles a nipple with the cube. Jensen arches, makes a soft little keen. Jared bends and flicks his tongue across the firm peak. A few licks and Jensen was squirming, breath coming faster and a dark flush seeping down and across his chest and neck. His cock jerked and a puddle of precum gleams on his lower belly. Jared grins as he applies the ice cube to the other nipple and repeats the process.
On and on it goes back and forth until the ice cube is gone and Jensen’s nipples are stiff and rosy red. When the ice cube is gone, Jared switches techniques, using his fingers to pull and tug one nipple while biting and sucking on the other. Jensen’s quiet moans and exhalations grew in volume, deep groans and cries of pleasure/pain. His biceps flex as he pulled against his bonds.
Jared’s lust banked to a slow burn, cock a deep insistent ache between his thighs. He could be quite content to do this for hours, keep Jensen on edge and hear what other sound he could wring from the boy.
“Jared. Jared, please.”
“Please what?” He says pinching and rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Jensen’s eyes are pleading as he gazes at Jared. Beads of sweat dotted his brow, trickled down his temples. “Touch my cock, please. I’m so close Jared. Touch me. Let me cum. Please let me cum.” Jared twisted a nipple hard, keeping his face impassive even as Jensen howled and tears leaked from his eyes. For a moment he wonders if he’s pushing him too far, but this is Jensen and he would let Jared know if he wasn’t okay with what they were doing.
“No, you cum like this, or not at all.”
“J-jared,” a little hitch in his voice, more tears from his eyes. “I…I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. You can and you will.” He ducked his head back down to suck on the nipple he had been tormenting, licking and circling to pull back and blow cooling breath over the heated flesh.
“Jared, please, please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!” He tossed his head, strands of hair sticking to his forehead; neck and back arched, beautiful in his helplessness and desperation. His boy was an erotic masterpiece.
“Yes, you can. Cum for me, Jensen. Cum now.” He latched his incisors on one nipple and pulled on the other with his fingers.
Jensen shrieked and bucked. Thick strings of warm sticky cum erupted from Jensen’s cock, splashing up his belly and chest and hitting Jared’s jaw. There was the sound of fabric ripping and then one of Jensen’s hands was clutching Jared’s shoulder as he shuddered though the last vestiges of orgasm before going limp, chest heaving, mouth open and panting.
Jared thrust his hand down his pants and gripped his cock, jerking himself hard and fast as he watched Jensen come down from his high. Jensen’s eyes fluttered open and his gaze fell on Jared. Tenderness, adoration, and naked affection shone from his eyes at Jared like a beacon. It looked a lot like lo—. Jared groaned as he came, unable to tear his eyes away from Jensen, he caught his breath, cum wetting his boxers and slacks. He pulled his hand from his boxers, wiped it on his thigh, streaks of white stain the expensive black silk of his slacks.
With his freehand Jensen untied himself. He stretched languidly, reached for Jared.
“I need to get something to clean us up.” He rose to his feet and crossed over to the ensuite. The cold cum felt disgusting and his underwear was stuck to him. He stripped out of his clothes, wetted a cloth and gave his cock a balls a cursory cleaning. He wrung the cloth out and returned to Jensen, who appeared to have fallen asleep. He cleaned the dry cum from Jensen’s abs, and chest. Jensen was looking at him with a soft secret smile.
“You know this is wrong, Jensen. I’m more than twice your age.”
Jensen yawned. “You really need to get a new argument. I don’t care, Jared. I really like you. You don’t treat me like a kid and even with all the fun we have you don’t treat me like a piece of meat or a pretty face either. Guys my age…they are all closeted or jerks.” He ran his fingers through Jared’s hair streaked with the first threads of grey. Maybe he should cut it into something short, more sensible and conservative, something fitting his age. “Jared…I….”
“No, Jen.” Jared interrupted. He couldn’t let Jensen say it, couldn’t hear it. “Don’t. We can see each other from time to time, have a little fun, blow off some steam but it can’t ever be any more than that.” He should order Jensen to get dressed and get out, tell him to leave and never come back and mean it. But he doesn’t, he climbs in bed with the boy and wraps his arms around him, holds him close, breathes in deep the scent of sweat and sex, their sex, surrounding him. Underneath those prodigious good looks and raw sex appeal was a keen mind and a young man who was kind, selfless, and thoughtful, qualities Jared found to be lacking in his generation. It could never work. He would be a fool to even for a second entertain the thought of a serious relationship with the boy sleeping peacefully in his arms, who seemed to fit into Jared’s life and compliment him.
“I do, you know,” Jensen murmured. “Whether you want me to or not.”
Jared didn’t ask for clarification. He knew what Jensen meant, what went unsaid.
God, he was so fucked.
Author:Rose
Pairing:Jared/Jensen
Rating:NC-17
Words: 2,700-ish
Warnings/Enticements: underage character; age difference;
Summary: In which Jensen is a tenacious young man and Jared is his reluctant older lover.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'ed because I'm anxious to post.
Jared knows who’s at the door before he answers it. There is a war within himself that has been raging since he first picked the kid up at the club. It was just supposed to be a one night thing, a cute twink at the bar. Nothing Jared hasn’t done for the last decade…or longer if he thought about it but it had spiraled into a delicious and dirty affair that had been going on for the last five or six months. He should turn him away. Jensen was only seventeen to Jared’s forty-three. It couldn’t continue. Jared had tried repeatedly to break it off but Jensen was like an addiction and Jensen….Jensen was tenacious, relentless, in his pursuit of Jared going so far as to get a job in the mailroom of his corporate offices, taunting Jared with that lithe body in a polo and khakis as he pushed his mail cart around the office. Jared treated him as he did all employees, but here, in his home, was another matter entirely. A couple of months back Jared had answered the door and there had stood Jensen for the first time. He hadn’t been able to turn him away that night or any of the subsequent nights.
Steeling himself, Jared opened the door to see the sultry twink, all long coltish limbs, big liquid eyes, pouty lips staring up at him. He was wearing a tight white wife-beater and expensive, artfully distressed designer jeans that hugged his hips and thighs and showed the bulge of his cock. “Hey, Jared,” voice low and sexy.
Heat washed over Jared even as he ignored the way his stomach flipped at seeing the boy. “Jensen…”
“Aww, you don’t sound happy to see me.” He pushed off the door jamb and crossed the threshold, a sweet little sway to his hips. God, that perfect tight ass. “And I came all this way to see you.”
He swallowed, did not close the door, would not. Tonight was the night he turned Jensen away. “You need to leave. Now. I don’t want you here.” The words left a sour taste in his mouth.
Jensen blinked those doe eyes, then smirked. “You’re such a liar. I can see it in your eyes. You want me every bit as much as I want you.”
“This has to stop. You’re not even eighteen!”
“You say the same things every time, and every time you end up fucking me through the mattress, or floor, wall…wherever. Can we just not?”
“Doesn’t it mean anything to you that I’m old enough to be your father?”
Jensen’s grin was wolfish. “I'm not your father,” Jensen sang moving into the house, dancing a little bit as he hummed a few bars of George Michael’s I Want Your Sex. “I’m not your brother. Talk to your sister. I am a lover!” When he reached Jared’s oversized, overstuffed, sofa he threw himself down on it.
Jared swallowed, mouth gone dry, palms damp with sweat. “Jensen, please leave my house and don’t come back.”
“Nope! If you want me to leave you’re gunna hafta throw me out yourself.”
Jensen threw down a gauntlet. Jared blew out a shaky breath, squared his shoulders. If that was the way Jensen wanted it, if that was what it took for him to understand this affair couldn’t continue, Jared could do this.
Without even realizing it, he closed the door.
When he rounded the sofa the air left his lungs. Jensen was sin personified as he lay on the sofa with his legs spread, back arched, nipples hard and pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt. Jared’s cock stirred, hardening and pressing against the zipper of his slacks.
“Jared….” Jensen rose from the couch, wrapped his arms around Jared’s next pressed that tight hot body against his. His lips brushed across Jared’s, he smelled like caramel and chocolate, those lattes he drinks. One of the boy’s nimble long-fingered hands slid down Jared’s chest. “I want you to keep your promise.” He tugged at Jared’s belt, the steel buckle tinkling as it was undone. He unbuttoned and snaked his hand down Jared’s slacks to cup and squeeze Jared’s cock. Jared gasped and a soft noise of pleasure escaped him. “Remember your promise? You said you’d make me cum without even fucking me.”
Jared was a mouthy bastard when he was fucking, and Jensen especially brought out the worst—or best—in him, but he remembered that promise. He had made it during their last tryst. When Jensen first spent the night with him, he had noticed how sensitive Jensen’s nipples were and he just bet Jensen could come from stimulating them alone.
“C’mon, Jay, I know you’re a man of your word. I wanna cum for you. Make me cum.”
Jared took his delectable mouth in a dirty kiss. Jensen responded the way he always did, with passion and enthusiasm. He shoved a leg between Jared’s and started a slow grind, riding his thigh. Fingers carded though Jared’s hair and pressed their mouths tighter together, kissing harder, sucking on Jared’s tongue. His hands pulled and tugged Jared’s shirt from his slacks, moved over the muscled contours of Jared’s back, down to grip his ass. This boy always tested Jared’s control, could make him lose it without even trying, but not tonight.
“No,” Jared whispered, pulling away. His cock throbbed between his legs in time with his racing heart. Jensen stared up at him, lips swollen, shiny with saliva and bitten red from their kisses, eyes black with lust, gorgeous liquid pools of want. “Up to my bedroom, strip, and wait for me.”
Jensen moaned, bit his lip. “Mmm, yeah. Yeah, okay.” He placed a palm over Jared’s heart, held his gaze a moment before he headed upstairs, so at his ease in Jared’s house, like he belonged here, belonged in Jared’s life.
Jared exhaled and walked over to the bar. He tossed some ice into a cut crystal tumbler, poured a healthy measure of the 25 year old Glenlivet and slammed it back. What was it about Jensen he couldn’t resist? More than the amazing sex there was something deeper there, something Jared didn’t want to try and name, was scared to. Jensen was smart and had a good head on his shoulder for seventeen. Jensen had shared with him after a night of lovemaking, that he wanted to go into the medical field, pediatric oncology because of his little sister who had passed away of bone cancer when she was seven. He had it planned out, was already applying to schools—schools that were not out of state, like UCLA and Stanford, and Jared…Jared couldn’t deny that he was glad Jensen wouldn’t be far from him. This was insane! Some post-coital pillow talk did not equal a love affair.
He set his glass down on the bar, the ice clinked. Jared changed his mind, and took the glass with ice upstairs with him. His bedroom door was ajar. He pushed it open the rest of the way to reveal Jensen on Jared’s big bead, spread eagle, lazily stroking his pretty cock. God, that creamy supple skin looked edible against the backdrop of black silk sheets.
Jared entered the room, slipped out of his loafers. “What are we doing here, kid?” Said more to himself than to Jensen.
“Whatever you want, Jay.”
Those words sent an erotic charge though him. Jensen was so young, so trusting of him, as arousing as it was foolish. He came fully into the room, closed the door behind him. He set the heavy glass down on the bedside table and turned to his closet. From the tie rack he selected two emerald green silk ties.
“Mmm, kinky. I like.” He held his arms above his head while Jared tied one end of one tie to a wrist and secured it to the rungs of his oak headboard and did the same to the other.
“Not too tight?”
Jensen’s bicep flexed as he tested the give of the material. “No. It’s good.”
He reached out and ran his fingers through Jensen’s soft blond hair. “Good.”
Jared sat on the edge of the bed, gaze trailing down Jensen’s body, looking his fill; taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the elegant jut of collarbone, subtle definition of his pecs and abs, the trail of golden hair that darkened and took on a faintly reddish hue that surrounded his cock, lean thighs, the almost delicate bones of his ankles and feet. There wasn’t anything about Jensen that wasn’t perfect. He didn’t think he had seen a more beautiful and vulnerable sight. In a couple of years when he finished filling out he would be a spectacular specimen of a man.
He worked his way back up, found and held Jensen’s gaze. Jensen blinked slowly; expression soft, fond, and open reflecting complete trust and something more. It was a bit overwhelming. Jared bent and kissed him, gentle and thorough, tongues tangling lazily, heart swelling with an emotion that Jared couldn’t even begin to allow himself to think about.
“What’cha gonna do to me, you dirty old man?” He had a saucy grin on his lips and a teasing lilt that softened his words.
“This dirty old man could fuck your sweet ass into next week.”
Jensen undulated that perfect body. “Yeahhhh, want you to. You’re so fucking hot, Jared. You don’t even know, do you?”
“Well, that’s not on the agenda tonight, sweetheart.” Jared brushed his lips across Jensen’s before he sat back. He glanced to his empty glass of scotch, reached in a plucked out an ice cube. He sucked on it letting it melt and cool his mouth. When the cube was gone he blew cool breath across Jensen’s nipples.
A soft gasp escaped Jensen’s lips and his back arched. “That, my sweet boy, is what’s on the agenda tonight.” He grinned as he plucked another cube from his tumbler. It melted between his fingers, drops of icy water hit one perky baby-pink nipple then the other. Jared bent and circled the tight bud with his tongue, licking up the water, relishing the salty taste of Jensen’s skin.
Jensen’s body quaked and he breathed out a soft sigh. “Feels so good.”
He pulls back and circles a nipple with the cube. Jensen arches, makes a soft little keen. Jared bends and flicks his tongue across the firm peak. A few licks and Jensen was squirming, breath coming faster and a dark flush seeping down and across his chest and neck. His cock jerked and a puddle of precum gleams on his lower belly. Jared grins as he applies the ice cube to the other nipple and repeats the process.
On and on it goes back and forth until the ice cube is gone and Jensen’s nipples are stiff and rosy red. When the ice cube is gone, Jared switches techniques, using his fingers to pull and tug one nipple while biting and sucking on the other. Jensen’s quiet moans and exhalations grew in volume, deep groans and cries of pleasure/pain. His biceps flex as he pulled against his bonds.
Jared’s lust banked to a slow burn, cock a deep insistent ache between his thighs. He could be quite content to do this for hours, keep Jensen on edge and hear what other sound he could wring from the boy.
“Jared. Jared, please.”
“Please what?” He says pinching and rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Jensen’s eyes are pleading as he gazes at Jared. Beads of sweat dotted his brow, trickled down his temples. “Touch my cock, please. I’m so close Jared. Touch me. Let me cum. Please let me cum.” Jared twisted a nipple hard, keeping his face impassive even as Jensen howled and tears leaked from his eyes. For a moment he wonders if he’s pushing him too far, but this is Jensen and he would let Jared know if he wasn’t okay with what they were doing.
“No, you cum like this, or not at all.”
“J-jared,” a little hitch in his voice, more tears from his eyes. “I…I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. You can and you will.” He ducked his head back down to suck on the nipple he had been tormenting, licking and circling to pull back and blow cooling breath over the heated flesh.
“Jared, please, please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!” He tossed his head, strands of hair sticking to his forehead; neck and back arched, beautiful in his helplessness and desperation. His boy was an erotic masterpiece.
“Yes, you can. Cum for me, Jensen. Cum now.” He latched his incisors on one nipple and pulled on the other with his fingers.
Jensen shrieked and bucked. Thick strings of warm sticky cum erupted from Jensen’s cock, splashing up his belly and chest and hitting Jared’s jaw. There was the sound of fabric ripping and then one of Jensen’s hands was clutching Jared’s shoulder as he shuddered though the last vestiges of orgasm before going limp, chest heaving, mouth open and panting.
Jared thrust his hand down his pants and gripped his cock, jerking himself hard and fast as he watched Jensen come down from his high. Jensen’s eyes fluttered open and his gaze fell on Jared. Tenderness, adoration, and naked affection shone from his eyes at Jared like a beacon. It looked a lot like lo—. Jared groaned as he came, unable to tear his eyes away from Jensen, he caught his breath, cum wetting his boxers and slacks. He pulled his hand from his boxers, wiped it on his thigh, streaks of white stain the expensive black silk of his slacks.
With his freehand Jensen untied himself. He stretched languidly, reached for Jared.
“I need to get something to clean us up.” He rose to his feet and crossed over to the ensuite. The cold cum felt disgusting and his underwear was stuck to him. He stripped out of his clothes, wetted a cloth and gave his cock a balls a cursory cleaning. He wrung the cloth out and returned to Jensen, who appeared to have fallen asleep. He cleaned the dry cum from Jensen’s abs, and chest. Jensen was looking at him with a soft secret smile.
“You know this is wrong, Jensen. I’m more than twice your age.”
Jensen yawned. “You really need to get a new argument. I don’t care, Jared. I really like you. You don’t treat me like a kid and even with all the fun we have you don’t treat me like a piece of meat or a pretty face either. Guys my age…they are all closeted or jerks.” He ran his fingers through Jared’s hair streaked with the first threads of grey. Maybe he should cut it into something short, more sensible and conservative, something fitting his age. “Jared…I….”
“No, Jen.” Jared interrupted. He couldn’t let Jensen say it, couldn’t hear it. “Don’t. We can see each other from time to time, have a little fun, blow off some steam but it can’t ever be any more than that.” He should order Jensen to get dressed and get out, tell him to leave and never come back and mean it. But he doesn’t, he climbs in bed with the boy and wraps his arms around him, holds him close, breathes in deep the scent of sweat and sex, their sex, surrounding him. Underneath those prodigious good looks and raw sex appeal was a keen mind and a young man who was kind, selfless, and thoughtful, qualities Jared found to be lacking in his generation. It could never work. He would be a fool to even for a second entertain the thought of a serious relationship with the boy sleeping peacefully in his arms, who seemed to fit into Jared’s life and compliment him.
“I do, you know,” Jensen murmured. “Whether you want me to or not.”
Jared didn’t ask for clarification. He knew what Jensen meant, what went unsaid.
God, he was so fucked.