The Hunt 12/?

[soncnica]

Title: The Hunt 12/?
Author: soncnica
Rating: 'NC-17'
Genre/pairing: Jared/Jensen AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 6.400 this chapter
Summary: It's the time of The Hunt again. And this year Jensen has to particapate. Jared is a werewolf who hasn't found his mate yet in all the years he's been participating in The Hunt. But this year... he smells something he wants.
Warnings: *takes a deep breath* werewolf!Jared, bloodplay, branding, barebacking, wall!sex, biting, tattoo!kink, mental links, chuffing/presten, scenting, skitish!Jensen (but not too much, he is a man after all), language, dirty talk, knotting, death of minor character(s), age difference (Jared is 28, Jensen is 18), NO CHARACTER DEATH (Jared and Jensen survive, he), NOT UNDERAGE, NO BESTIALITY (that means no wolf!Jared/Jensen okay a little scene, but it's 'you blink and it's gone' trust me), and a lot more warnings to come. I'll post warnings with chapters, so THIS CHAPTER: blood, kinda bloodplay (but hidden), blowjob, oh dear idk, if you find anything let me know! 
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION!
Art 1: Go HERE to see super awesome witchcraftx13 pics of how Jared looks like when he's a wolf!!!
Art 2: The BANNER was made by spactaculacular ladytiferet
A/N: Writen for this prompt at spn_hardcore animalistic behavior meme.

I close my eyes and this is what I see for this chapter:

Enjoy...

He itched and couldn't scratch because he itched in some places he didn't want Jared to see his hand wander and everything was... a crust on his skin that he wanted off. It was pinching his skin in the most uncomfortable places and he just wanted it off!

He had been okay ignoring it for a while; the night went by swiftly, the morning even more and then the weird 'non-talk' he had with Jared's mother and all the wolves looking at him like he was prey or worse and the whole crazy thing with Lilaar... he had been able to ignore the persistent itch and pinch and smell but enough was enough.

"I need to wash. I stink and itch in places," he stopped, thinking about the itch in his ass and how he really didn't want to tell that to Jared, "it just itches."

He mumbled while dragging his feet on the brown leaves, leaving holes in the ground where his feet moved the leaves. He was walking beside Jared, a few steps away from the man's left side and he really, really wanted to wash. Washing had always been something he enjoyed doing; washing the day's work off of him and then lying down on the hay, but right now, washing was something he had to do otherwise the itch and pinch would drive him crazy.

Jared wanted to scream at the kid 'you smell so good I wanna eat you up, lick you inside and out, wash you clean with my tongue' but he softly said: "Yeah, I know. There's a river not far from here and you can wash there."

"Great."

The sound of the river flowing was coming nearer and nearer with each step Jensen made, the sound hitting his ears and making his brain scream at him 'finally, finally, finally'. He wanted to run to it, wanted to jump in and scrub himself clean until he bled, but he kept on walking the same slow pace Jared was making.

It seemed like the man was in no rush at all, so he picked up the pace wanting Jared to go faster, force him to run.

Faster. River. Wash. Clean. It was like the cool breeze coming from the river touched him and dragged him on, pulled on his clothes and his hands and pulled. Faster, until he was practically running, his feet stumbling on the small branches that were all over the ground…

… but then he realized that he was still walking with Jared in the same old snail pace and that the running was just a wish, Jared would not grant him.

He cleared his throat and tried to think about something else than the consistent pull of the river's freshness that was now already hitting his cheeks.

"So... so, that was your mom, huh?"

"Yeah."

"She's… beautiful."

"She's," Jared smiled, "... yeah she is."

"And that was your dad, right?"
"Yup."

"Never knew mine, not really." He mumbled to some fern that he had to step over, trying to hide the words in his chin.

Awkward. It was awkward. He knew that Jensen never really knew his father, knew the man had died on the tip of a knife when he had been drunk out of his mind, knew the kid's father had been a drunken drunk who would have died anyway if that knife hadn't had finished him off.

He knew all that and more and he wanted to keep his knowledge about the kid's father away from the boy.

What the kid didn't know…

… would never hurt him.

"Jensen…" he looked at the boy, looked at how young he looked, how totally oblivious about anything having to do with his father. He smiled: "Come on, we're almost there."

Jensen walked on, not really wanting to talk about either of their parents. He was still pushing the pain of losing his mother to the back of his head and Jared was probably still processing all that had happened back at the caves.

They really were a great team. He'd laugh, but that would drown the noise of the river, and he needed that noise. Needed to know that soon, soon he'll be able to wash.

But he… needed to make sure Jared was okay, was alright.

"You know why they were… uh… your parents…"

He glanced at Jared, a bit sideways, only managing to bring Jared's shoulder into view.

Jared shrugged, shoulder falling up and down like there was no bone in that arm.

"There's the river, see?

Jensen stopped walking, forgetting about whatever he wanted to say next in the sheer joy that overcame him when he saw the river running a few feet before him, hidden behind some tall bushes, but he could see it. See it all so clearly.

See the soft water tumbling over white rocks when he took a few steps closer, parting the bushes with his legs and hands.

It was a fast running river; foam forming in places where the rocks were in its way.

Sun was making the water look almost pure white, sparkling.

Out of this world; as if the Gods themselves poured it down from the moon.

The noise of all that mass of water running and stumbling over the rocks filled his ears and made the thoughts in his head drown in it. He forgot about everything; everything that had happened to him, Jared, his parents, his own mother, The Hunt, Lilaar.

The fact that he was Jared's mate. A Beta. The fact that he had hit someone… someone from a pack he would become a part of one day.

The rush of water made him forget all that, made him push it all somewhere far, far away, tucking it for later in the depths of his mind.

For much later.

Across the wide river, there was a meadow stretching, a huge meadow, he had never seen a meadow so wide and open; tall grass and flowers swinging left and right. Yellow, purple, blue, orange, green, white flowers swinging, bowing down their heads so that the wind would not snap their necks.

He could see some very faint shadows of trees in the distance, but that could've just been his imagination and there were no trees there, just the light playing tricks with his eyes. It wouldn't be the first time for that to happen.

There were mountains on his left side and he just knew that the water was coming from their peaks; cold, melted snow running down washed rocks and picking up speed along the way. Maybe that was why there was always snow there; the Gods put it there so that the river would never stop being. Would never cease to exist and be a home, give life and take it away.

Gods really were generous.

He knew the water would be cold, coming from the snow like that, but when he dipped his toes in: "Wahhh, Gods that's coooold!"

Jared's loud laugh was silencing the noise of the water that was a constant roar in his ears and he drowned in it. Wanted to hear Jared laugh all the time, wanted to make the man laugh all the time.

"Come on," Jared pushed at his shoulder and laughed at him, "man get washed."

"You serious? 's freezing."

He shook his toes and started to think that maybe having the itch wasn't so bad. Because the water was cold, cold, cold.

"Wu-uss." Jared sing-songed.

Jensen raised his eyebrows and put his hands across his chest, like he had seen Jared do so many times since they've met: "'m not," he pointed his finger to Jared's chest and poked the man in his sternum, "a wuss."

"Oh, yeah? Prove it," Jared paused and there was something in the way his lips formed a smile, that made Jensen almost choke on his tongue, "wuss."

Jared's hands were crossed at his chest, mimicking Jensen's and there was a shine in his eyes that made Jensen bite out: "Fine."

Hearing Jared chuckle behind his back shouldn't feel so, so good. Shouldn't make him shiver like that.

He pulled down his pants, pulled off his shirt and laid it all down on the bank of the river, far away from the tiny drops of water that were flying into the air whenever the water hit some stones near the edge.

He didn't feel awkward, didn't feel any need to cover himself and when he stood with only his feet in the water, toes digging into sharp stones, his whole body starting to feel the cold… Jared's stare on his back was like hot flames touching him there, warming him up, making the chill of the river disappear into the air.

He stepped forward, knee deep and choked on his breath, because it was cold. It was freezing cold and the hot, hot sun on his skin felt amazing.

He washed himself, scrubbed himself so clean, his skin was red everywhere he could reach. Even his back. He didn't need Jared's help this time.

Which was good.

Yet he felt… oddly alone standing there, almost halfway to the middle of the river, with its force trying to bend him places he was pretty sure couldn't bend. The water was hitting his legs with so much speed, he almost fell down a few times, but then he spread his legs more to wash the itch in his ass and the water left him alone.

When he almost crawled on all fours out of the river, Jared's face had an expression on, he had never seen before.

But wanted to.

He couldn't… his mate was standing almost naked in front of him, little drops of water running down that chest and stomach and his hair was wet and his legs were wet and he was just… wet all over. Water running down his nose onto his lips and down his throat and he couldn't: "You should get dressed," he bend down and picked up the boy's clothes, "got a long way to go." and threw them, hitting the kid's chest.

He turned around and left Jensen standing at the edge of the river, the kid's heels still in the water, to get dressed alone otherwise…

He swallowed down his want.

Not yet.

The sun was high up in the sky, looking down at them with heat so powerful, Jensen's legs ached to sit down in a shade and relax.

The trees were tall, their branches spread wide, putting the whole forest into a shade with only little slivers of sunshine spreading over the ground.

But the heat… the heat was pushing Jensen down, sitting heavily on his shoulders.

"So, where are we going?"

"It's… a surprise."

"You won't eat me or anything, right?"

"What?," Jensen smiled at Jared's almost squeak, "no."

"Calm down, I didn't mean..."

"Oh... yeah no.. 'm not gonna eat you. I just... I want to show you something."

"'s it far?"

"Yeah, it's far, but it'll be worth it. We'll set up camp in a while, get some rest."

"Okay."

After the river, Jared had steered Jensen left, towards the mountains that had looked so proud in the morning sun, but now, they were covered by dark gray clouds that were touching the peaks of them in an almost obscene way and gray clouds had never brought anything good. Jensen knew that. Knew that well.

"'s it gonna rain?"

Jared sniffed the air. The storm was close, so close he could taste it on his tongue.

"Yeah, but we'll stop, set up a place to sleep before then."

It was late afternoon, after walking for hours and hours, slow pace and a lot of time to observe, learn, be silent and be loud.

The sounds of thunder were coming closer and closer, the wind was becoming colder and colder when it whipped Jensen's cheeks, but the sun above their heads was still going strong, still making streams of sweet run down his back.

They had stopped a few times, ate some dried meat and bread, drank some water and just… let their limbs fall whichever way they wanted and looked up at the sky.

It felt to Jensen… as if he was just having a trip with his best friend.

The needwanthavetrust was there inside of him, pulsing through his entire body, but it had already merged with his blood, was already in his heart so this, what they were doing, was just a trip.

Wasn't anything to be afraid of.

A heavy hand smacked him on his chest, making him stumble backwards a few steps, but fingers grabbed his shirt and stopped him from falling on his ass.

He looked up, looked right into Jared's eyes that were open wide but turned to mere slits when Jared rose up his finger and put it over his lips and whispered: "Shhh, you hear that?"

Jensen breathed out and listened to whatever Jared wanted him to hear. But he heard nothing. There wasn't a sound out of place, everything was just as it was, before Jared went all maniac on him and stopped him.

"No." he whispered.

"Shh, listen… listen."

He listened.

And then he heard.

Rustling of the leaves, loud huffs and the sound of the earth being torn open.

"What is that?" he whispered when Jared pulled him with, making him stumble a few times before Jared's hand still gripping the shirt over his chest pushed him down, down to the floor behind some hazel bush, slowly parting the huge leaves with his hands.

Jensen couldn't breathe when his knees hit the ground and his side pressed to Jared's and when the man pushed aside the leaves of the hazel bush… he still couldn't breathe.

He had seen animals, had seen all kind of animals, but that… that was just the most magnificent animal he had ever seen in his life.

A small elk was just… standing there, mouth half full of grass he just plucked from the small clearing and was chewing on it like he had no worries in the world. Just eat and chew and swallow.

The reddish hue to its hair color was emphasized even more by the sun shining directly on his back. Its antlers weren't long, hadn't had a chance to really grow out yet and he was small, looking around himself and chasing away flies with its small tail.

Jensen's eyes were fixated on its mouth that was chewing the grass, its huge black eyes and before he knew it there was a soft growl and a huff beside him and a mass of white leaped from the hazel bush, running directly at the young elk.

It was Grom.

Jared had just… become a wolf right beside him and he didn't see it. Was too focused on the small elk to see Jared become another part of himself.

He yelled: "Grom!" at the top of his lungs, but he knew it was pointless. The wolf only had one thing on his mind.

The elk.

The elk that looked at Grom with fear in its black eyes and the knowledge of its death.

The elk ran and he ran after it.

Foodfoodfood!

He howled.

And ran.

The thrill of the chase. The pain in his sides, his paws hitting the ground almost soundlessly, barely touching the leaves. His heartbeat that couldn't be controlled.

Foodfoodfood!

Food!

Runrunrunrun!

Catchcatchcachfoodfood!

He felt nothing, just the air rushing by his sides, his fur combed by his body, giving him more speed…

Runrunrun!

When the elk's hot blood spilled into his mouth, he was hanging from the elk's neck, his teeth clamped down on the animal's throat, his back sliding on the needle full ground when the elk struggled.

But it wouldn't win, because the rust tasting liquid was spilling in his mouth, running down his throat to fill up his stomach. And that liquid is life, he knew that and life was running into him and out the foodfoodfood.

He let go of the elk and stepped back, snapping his teeth, wanting more, wanting to sink them into the warm flesh and tearteartear! food off of it. He watched the animal stumble and finally fell to the ground with a huge hole in its neck, leaking red.

Foodfoodfood!

He howled to his mate to come get it while it was still hot.

Jensen ran after Grom, after Jared, after the elk. Ran as fast as he could, because they were both faster than him, more skilled in the rush of the chase.

He found them just as Grom howled and the elk's front legs were still twitching to get up from where he had fallen and red, so much red was spilling from a wound on its neck.

The sound of Grom's howl eased the panic in his heart. He knew Grom was a killer, but to see it… to see the wolf turn towards him with its nuzzle covered red instead of white… with that look in his eyes…

He had killed a lot of animals in his life; pigs, cows, chicken, goats, sheep… but this? He had never seen this.

He watched the elk's feet stop twitching and the Gods awful high pitched cry leave its throat once and for all.

It was dead.

Jared… Grom killed it.

Jensen couldn't believe it.

The sun was hot shining in his head; almost scorching his hair but the sight of blood on Grom's nuzzle… his heart pounded in his chest so hard it hurt.

Grom turned around, eyes glowing in the sun. Bight blue, they were bright blue, so blue Jensen had never seen before. Had never seen anything as bright blue… not even the sky.

A tiny drop of blood fell from the wolf's front tooth and it licked its nose with its tongue.

Jensen swallowed.

Grom made a step.

Jensen couldn't move.

Grom made another step. Slowly, like Jensen was his prey.

Jensen couldn't breathe.

Grom made another slow step and another and another, coming closer and closer to Jensen and Jensen couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't look away from the snow white wolf, so huge coming his way. Their gazes were stuck together, neither of them being able to look away.

And then Grom jumped high up in the air with a growl, and all Jensen could see were large paws coming his way.

He couldn't move.

Couldn't even close his eyes.

And when hands; warm, firm, alive, with long fingers, human hands touched his chest and pushed him backwards, his back hitting a tree trunk, he couldn't look anywhere else but into Jared's eyes, anywhere else but at the blood smeared all over Jared's mouth.

When Jared breathed, hard, almost panting, Jensen smelled copper in the man's breath.

Blood.

When Jared clenched his fingers into a fist in his shirt, Jensen could feel the man's nails scratching his nipples.

When Jared's eyelids dropped down and made his eyes mere slits, Jensen knew something would happen.

He gripped Jared's forearms tight, feeling the man's muscles tighten a fraction just before Jared spun him around and pushed him to the floor.

The impact of his back hitting the ground made his breath leave him in a whoosh and he closed his eyes tight, trying to get the pain in his spine under control.

"Look at me!"

He didn't dare. The words were angry, were the kinda words that would rip him apart if he'd allow them.

"Look. At. Me!"

He squeezed his eyes tighter together.

There was still adrenaline running through his veins, so much of it, it was hard to see anything clearly, everything was a blur of colors and sounds and matematemate and there was still this overwhelming need to hunt, to chase, to kill, to get food, to feed his mate that he couldn't fill up his lungs fast enough.

And then he saw his mate. So much fear, so much of it he could drown in it.

Fear was leaking out of every pore on his mate's body.

His eyes were screaming fear.

His mouth was open in fear.

His fingers were twitching in fear.

It was fearfearfear everywhere.

The air reeked of fear.

His mate was scared of him.

And that would not do.

No fear. No need. No need to be scared. Won't hurt. Won't. Ever.

He shifted into his human side and pushed at Jensen, pushed him to the floor, covering his mate's body with his own, trying to push the fear back into his mate's body.

"Look at me!"

The adrenaline in him was so hot, his head hurt.

"Look. At. Me!"

Jensen closed his eyes tighter; not wanting to see and that made the adrenaline leave him in a rush… leave him alone to calm down.

His mate had no reason to be scared of him. No reason.

His hands were gripping the leaves on either side of Jensen's head, the kid's legs open wide for him to lay there.

It was as it should have always been. From the start. Just like this.

His mate underneath him, alive and breathing, wanting.

But even now that he had his mate pinned to the ground beneath him… it wasn't what he wanted.

His mate was scared of him.

Scared.

Of.

Him.

"Are you scared of me, huh! Do I scare you?"

Blood was dripping from his teeth, his mouth surrounded by it, smearing his lips, chin, tip of his nose.

He licked his teeth, trying to get rid of the blood.

Jensen's chest was moving beneath his own; he could feel his mate's heart beat so strong and fast whenever his mate's chest hit his.

"Are you scared of me?"

He growled at the kid, looked up at the kid's eyes that were open wide now, then down to the kid's lips that were closed in silent defiance.

He leaned down and stopped just before touching his mate's lips, his lips so close, there wasn't any room for air between them. But he did not touch.

"Are you?" he breathed against the kid's mouth and rose up his head, dragging his chin on Jensen's lips, knowing that the blood he had there would get all over those tightly closed lips.

Jensen's eyes were open wide, pupils huge, breath hitting Jared on his mouth.

"No."

Even with seeing Jared turn into a wolf, kill the elk, get its blood everywhere, tore the animal's skin to pieces, bite through bones...

... he wasn't scare of the man.

Even with Jared pushing him to the ground, blood everywhere on his face, breath smelling of hot rust...

... he wasn't scare of the man.

Even with Jared's eyes obscured with brown bangs, looking into his with intensity so strong Jensen's heart stopped for a second...

... he wasn't scared of the man.

Even with Jared so close, his body so close to his, chests touching, groins touching, Jared's body holding his own spread wide open…

… he wasn't scared of the man.

"Are you sure?"

Jensen closed his eyes when the whispered words hit him.

And nodded.

And opened them to look right into Jared's; those eyes spoke to him, always had, that nothing would ever harm him.

Nothing.

Jared moved down, fingers sneaking their ways under the waistband of Jensen's pants and underwear pulling it all down while keeping his eyes locked with Jensen's and mouth itching to touch his mate's skin.

He had his mate.

Right there.

He stopped with Jensen's pants at his knees, got up to crouch between his mate's spread legs and pulled the pants to Jensen's ankles: "Feet up." and pulled down when the kid did as told.

He had his mate.

And his mate wasn't pushing him away.

He slowly put his arms underneath Jensen's legs and pushed them up while getting back up to stop his eyes on Jensen's dick.

"You scared, hmm?" he asked, knowing that his breath was like fire on Jensen's half hard dick.

He probably shouldn't be doing what he was, but he had his mate. Underneath him. Spread open wide just for him.

This was not a question of him being scared Jared would hurt him, like he had hurt that elk, this was becoming a question of 'are you scared to do this' with super speed.

And with the back of his knees, the skin there so sensitive to the touch, resting somewhere near Jared's shoulders, his legs spread wide for Jared to see everything and anything he wants, one of Jared's hands travelling up under his shirt; palm hot and sweaty...

... he was scared.

Scared of liking this too much. Scared of needing and wanting this too much. Scared of becoming addicted to Jared's eyes on him, hands on him, lips on him, devouring every inch of his body in display...

"N- no, 'm not."

"You sure 'bout that? 'Cause I can feel your heartbeat," he had his hand over the fast beat of his mate's heart, "feel you shaking," he had his other hand near Jensen's right side, feeling the skin there shivering, "can smell your fear, kiddo. 's everywhere. 's leaking out of you," he looked up at Jensen's eyes, "everywhere."

Jensen groaned: "You smell wrong," and then whispered, "You smell wrong."

Jared smiled, mouth open a little right in front of the head of Jensen's dick.

"Fine," he licked the underside of his mate's dick, one long drawn out lick, "but just to make sure," he looked up at the kid who was watching him with eyes so green and pupils as black as night, "you have nothing to be scared of." he put Jensen's dick in his mouth and sucked.

The hands that found their way into his hair, the grip they had on his hair was bordering on painful but he smiled around Jensen's dick, and licked it with his tongue, loving how the fingers tightened their grip in his hair.

He flicked one of Jensen's nipples with his finger and opened his eyes to look up seeing Jensen's head fall back, hitting the forest ground, while his back arched up, pushing his cock deeper into Jared's mouth.

The line of Jensen's neck made Grom whisper something to him… I want to bite there, I want to sink my teeth in there.

He told the wolf to shut up, that it wasn't the time yet.

But he kept his eyes on that neck, on how the kid's Adam apple worked to swallow and breathe.

He sucked and tried his best to keep the body under his steady and still, but Jensen was squirming, the muscles in his legs straining, pushing down on Jared's shoulders, wanting to get away and wanting to get closer.

He gripped Jensen's thighs, pulled one of his legs down to rest across his forearm and sucked harder now that Jensen's legs were spread even wider.

When he could feel the boy's hand touch his forearm, fingers locking tight with his skin, he let go of Jensen's dick and licked his way down, down to his mate's balls, sucking on one, then the other, making his mate sound like he was dying. But Jared knew that wasn't what was going on. He smirked when he kissed his way up to the head of his mate's dick again and put it in his mouth.

He held Jensen's body down with a hand on the kid's stomach, his fingers moving with the muscles there, up and down like waves on an ocean. His other hand slid down, down over Jensen's hip, fingers tracing lazy patterns in the dip between Jensen's thigh and hip, and going lower to scoop up some saliva that was running like a stream down Jensen's dick, over his balls and into his ass crack.

He didn't want to scare the kid by going too fast, but he had to prepare him, had to stretch him for later and this was the perfect opportunity to do so, what with his mate being so strung out, he'd never feel it. Just one finger, one and he'd be quarter of the way home.

He tasted his mate's precome, loving the feel of his mate's cock filling inside his mouth, becoming thicker, longer, a weight he'd love to feel on his tongue forever.

He pushed the tip of his finger inside the tight muscle, feeling it give in.

He pulled off just to see his mate struggle for breath, to see the body moving left and right, up and down, arms gripping at whatever they could reach, chest heaving, shirt tucked under Jensen's throat, nipples hard, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching.

He pushed his finger in a bit deeper, then out. In and out, in and out and deeper until he had it in up to the first knuckle.

He licked his lips and put his mouth on the head of Jensen's dick again, eyes open with his hair falling into them; the tips of them like sharp needles under his eyes.

He pulled his finger out and scooped up some more saliva and his mate's precome and pushed the finger inside of his mate again. In and out and in and out, in to the first knuckle and out, leaving just the tip inside. And then in a bit further than the first knuckle, feeling the muscle trying to push him out.

He sucked and licked and watched how his mate's body moved; squirming and arching, twisting away and coming back, rising up and falling back down, muscles tensing and relaxing, squeezing his finger so tight.

He wanted to say 'look at me', he wanted to say 'Jensen', he wanted to say 'come on, come on, kiddo', he wanted to say a lot of things, but he didn't want to interrupt the sounds his mate was making. He was whimpering and gasping, groaning and almost sobbing, but the almost sob soon turned into a 'mmmmhhh' that Jared just wanted to swallow down and get drunk on it.

He pushed his finger deeper, as deep as it would go, with short little jabs and rotated it around as much as it would go, feeling those soft walls trying to push him out and pull him deeper.

He pushed his hand down on Jensen's hip when he could feel his mate tensing up and his dick getting even harder, his hand pushing at Jared's, his legs trying to close.

"No, stop, stopstopstop, please..."

It was the hidden sob in those words, a sob that wasn't like any of the others the kid had been making that made Jared stop everything, his finger freezing pushed inside of Jensen as much as it would go, the tip of the kid's dick slapping him on his chin and staying there when he looked up at his mate's wide opened eyes with tears hanging on the lashes.

Something was wrong.

"What? Hey, okay," he pushed his hand firmer onto the boy's stomach, holding the kid steady, "alright, hey...shhhh..."

"Stop..." Jensen hissed through clenched teeth.

"Hey, hey, hey what? What's wrong?"

Jensen dropped his head to the ground and looked away, his muscles tensing everywhere Jared was touching him.

"Feels like I have to pee."

The words were whispered into the ground, but Jared caught them as if they were screamed loud and clear into his ear.

He was silent for a while, didn't know what to say to that, he just stroked Jensen's side, running his hand from his stomach to his hip up his ribs and down again, trying to calm down his mate.

"Okay, okay... 's okay, you're not gonna," it was almost funny, but he swallowed down his laugh, because this was his mate and he had never done this before and apparently Jared hit the jackpot with his first finger, "pee yourself."

Jensen nodded into the ground, embarrassment written so clearly on his cheeks: "Feels like it... I don't wanna..."

Jared shook his head. He had forgotten that Jensen was just a kid, an innocent kid who had never done anything like this before, never been touched in those places, well minus the times he had touched him. A kid only eighteen years old whose life had been so protected, so kept in the dark…

His mate was just a kid. Even if he had hit Lilaar, even if he had survived the branding and the sickness… he was still just a kid.

"Hey, hey," he kept his voice soft and chased down Jensen's eyes "okay... okay... 's okay. 'm sorry."

He stroked the kid's belly, trying to ease the tension there. And there was a lot of tension there; muscles locked up so tight it was like touching iron.

"Not your fault, don't say you're sorry."

"Okay, I won't... but trust me... can you do that? Trust me? You won't pee yourself. And hey even if you do, hey... even if you do, 's okay, alright? Doesn't matter."

"'s embarrassing."

"You're my mate, it doesn't matter."

"Yeah..." Jensen nodded, but Jared was sure his mate didn't really get it.

"Doesn't matter, but trust me... you'll be fine. You'll be just fine."

He pushed his finger in a bit deeper, getting it all in and crooked it up and then pushed it down...

"See? Hey calm down, trust me. See? Feels good?

Jensen hissed and groaned: "Yeah, feels good."

"Alright..."

He would never again forget that his mate was just a kid.

He kissed the head of Jensen's half hard dick, a silent apology that he was sure the boy didn't get… yet … and ran his tongue up the underside of it with his finger still inside of his mate, feeling the heat in there.

"You're mine... remember that. I won't hurt you." He murmured before he swallowed down his mate's dick again.

Jensen just breathed in and out, closing his eyes and seeing stars forming behind his closed eyelids. The feeling from before transformed into something so much more, something so much different... so much better.

And Jared's words, his voice… his acceptance, his reassurances… were making his blood boil with desire, with want, with need…

When the: "See? Huh? Feel that?" was whispered into his ear, a flick of a tongue on his earlobe, he just nodded his agreement to whatever it was Jared wanted and arched his back.

He'd agree to anything right now, if Jared would just make that building deliciously hot pressure go away.

He could feel Jared's hand, palm hot and sweaty slide down his ribs, to flatten itself on his stomach again. He could feel Jared put pressure on it, giving a silent order to stay down.

He felt... exposed, awkward, blood rushing up his chest and into his cheeks. He was... seen. Every part of him was seen, touched, tasted. Every little part of him, even the part he had always thought would never be touched by anyone was being touched, stroked, felt.

He whined low in his throat.

It felt so good. It felt so good to do this. To have Jared do this.

Felt right.

Jared ran his hand up and down his mate's stomach, twisting the finger he had inside of his mate, only here and there touching that spot inside of him, that spot that now no longer made his mate wanna stop doing this.

When Jensen felt Jared touch his dick... it was all over.

"I.. uh.. I...Jarrr... I...uhhh...nhhh..."

Jared smiled a little smile and sucked the orgasm out of his mate, groaning over Jensen's cry when the hot bitter come hit his throat.

Something inside of him exploded then, when his mate's come hit him, hit his senses and when his mate's body was cooling down from the orgasm, he raised up his head and howled up to the sun and the cloudy sky.

He came, saying hello to the stars behind his closed eyes, because they burst into a firework of colors with a loud howl as their guide.

He pulled his finger out of Jensen, carefully, slowly and rose up on his hands, making sure Jensen's legs fell to the floor lightly and stretched his body over the kid's until his lips were right above his mate's.

They were both catching their breaths, both panting and a drop of sweat fell from Jared's face on Jensen's cheek.

The kid's face was flushed; red cheeks shining with sweat, freckles standing out, eyes open wide with tears at their corners, hair wet with sweat.

He stroked the side of the kid's face, his palm moving the sweat and the tears around Jensen's temple and into his hair: "You 'kay, kiddo?"

There was no answer, just rushing breath coming from Jensen's mouth, hitting his lips. Jensen's eyes were locked with his and when his mate blinked, a tear let go of his lashes and disappeared into his ear.

"Jensen, hey..."

He wanted to say so much more, but Jensen's hand pushed at his nape and brought him down, lips touching lips, tongue touching tongue.

Jensen whined somewhere in his throat, making Jared lick and swallow the sound down.

It was a kiss. A kiss that his mate started. Wanted. Needed.

Jared groaned because the knot in his pants was a throbbing pressure he couldn't scratch and the taste of Jensen in him was too much. Was too hot, too bright. It was attacking his senses and...

Grom howled inside of him because he couldn't and the noise reverberated all over his body. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

He growled and put his finger on Jensen's chin, pushed it down to open Jensen's mouth more, deepening the kiss, licking everywhere in Jensen's mouth.

"I was scared," he licked at Jared's lips, just like that, because he wanted to do it and the elk's blood didn't bother him at all, "for you not of you."

When Jared leaned back down to push his tongue back into his mate's mouth… the kiss started slowly, but soon became much more.

It became…

… taste.

TBC…

P.S.1: *bites lip* *runs away*
P.S.2: I know, I know grammar/spelling mistakes, idc right now.... I'll come back later and fix them all... right now I just wanna end this story, ya know!? :) 

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