The Hunt 13/?
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soncnicaTitle: The Hunt 13/?
Author: soncnica
Rating: 'NC-17'
Genre/pairing: Jared/Jensen AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 3.700 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, hee), 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: erm none?!
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
witchcraftx13 pics of how Jared looks like when he's a wolf!!!
Art 2: The BANNER was made by spactaculacularladytiferet
A/N: Writen for this prompt at spn_hardcore animalistic behavior meme.
It was taste. It was tongues touching, licking, pushing, slick slide of lips and nothingness behind closed eyes.
Nothing, but my mate, wantneedtrust.
It was Jared’s sweaty hair tickling Jensen’s flushed cheeks; it was Jensen’s sweat slicked chest rising up and down too fast, chasing air that was not there, touching Jared’s hard, wet chest. It was hands holding on tight and holding steady; it was Jared’s heat over Jensen and it was the cold evening wind wrapping itself around Jensen’s naked body, goosebumps rising up where Jared wasn’t touching him.
It was mate coming to life.
It was breaths mixing and moans spilling out to the wind, it was sounds of need and want and mine that made Jensen grip Jared’s bicep hard, digging his fingers into the muscle and holding on for dear life, because what this was… was a river running wild in his veins. It was a motion that nothing would be able to stop.
No one would be able to stop.
Not the wind, not the evening animals coming out for dinner, not the rustling of the leaves, not the thunder coming closer.
Mate awakening in the orange sunset.
“Ja..h..” he tried to say his mate’s name, but Jared was pushing, digging, slamming his lips to his to silence him and Jensen was starting to fear that Jared was really, truly going to eat him.
He sneaked his left hand up the man’s muscled shoulder, up his warm nape, until he reached the wavy hair there and let them spill among his fingers. He tugged.
Tugged hard, making Jared groan into his mouth, tongue pushing his down.
When Jared stopped and looked at him, right into his eyes, Jensen didn’t remember why he made the man stop kissing him.
Those eyes… shiny and pupils so big it seemed like Jared’s eyes would explode any time now and would pull Jensen with them into a dark hole.
But there would be love in that hole, he knew that. Love and trust and mine and mate and Jensen.
He watched as the kid turned his head away and panted into the leaves: “Need… air.”
He smiled and lowered his eyes, letting his mate get all the air he needed… and then he crashed his lips to his mate’s and made Jensen moan and tug on his hair again.
It felt good. And when Jensen pulled his head down some more, it felt even better.
They would have to go soon. He didn’t want to get caught by the storm, because summer storms were usually huge; thick, heavy and cold raindrops that could break a man’s arm, thunder so loud your eardrums could burst and lightning so bright, it could burn your eyes.
They really needed to go. Now. Find shelter.
But…
… but he was wrapped in taste; his tongue slip-sliding with his mate's, tasting all that was Jensen... better than fresh meat, better than fresh water, better than anything he had ever tasted before.
It was his mate.
Their saliva mixing, tongues touching, teeth colliding... warmth on his lips spilling down his spine, right into his knot.
Hot, hot, hot too hot in Jensen’s mouth, too hot touches wherever the kid grabbed at him; nape, shoulder, back, arm… his skin was on fire wherever Jensen placed his palm or danced his fingers.
The storm would have to wait. Please. Just for a few more hours. Please, don’t take this away from me.
This taste and this heat.
Please.
That was his mate. That was Jared. That was the man he would spend eternity with.
Smoot, silky skin under his fingertips, muscles moving like rocks under a river, hard chest and broad shoulders, slim waist and strong legs, strong arms that would protect and…
… mate.
He wanted more and he took it. He pushed his lips even closer, crashing his teeth to Jared’s, pushed his tongue deeper, pushed it all the way down Jared’s throat it seemed. He moaned when Jared let him, when his mate let him have control.
Air?
No need for that anymore. He’ll never make Jared let go of him again.
Ever.
Those hands, that weight of solid muscles over heavy bones…
… never let it go.
His mate was touching him so right. Just enough pressure at just the right spots; his side and the back of his head… fingers nervously holding tight.
Jensen’s cock was half hard again; he could feel it bump his knot whenever he shifted… his knot that was starting to hurt by now. He needed… to come or to get up and leave.
Thunder; he could hear it. Closer than before. It was coming. Fast.
He groaned deep in his throat where Jensen’s tongue hadn’t reached yet and slowly let go of the warmth of his mate’s mouth, licking at the kid’s bottom lip; licking away a string of pink saliva that wanted to spill on his mate’s chin.
He raised his head up; Jensen's eyes were closed tight, little wrinkles at their corners as if his mate was in pain, but he knew it was just pleasure making them.
Seeing his mate like this… undone…
… his dick twitched and he whimpered. It was too much of everything.
He panted for breath, his fingers clenching around some leaves by Jensen's head, he needed something to distract him, something from the world that would ground him.
“I want to...” Jensen mumbled, his eyes still closed, sweat rolling down his temples, wetting the dirty blond hair there.
Lick it… Grom whispered to him.
And Jared did; leaned down and licked a drop of sweat that was just about to be soaked up by Jensen’s hair; the taste of salty water exploded in his mouth, mixing with a hint of coppery blood and a lot of Jensen and he moaned.
The sound of thunder sliced into his mind and he looked down at the kid who was sprawled underneath him; chest moving, hips moving with small, barely noticeable upupup motion.
His mate was seeking pressure for his cock.
He smirked and remembered that Jensen had said something before Grom interrupted.
“Mmm?”
“… touch you.”
“You are touching me.”
“Not what I meant.”
Jared didn’t expect that.
It was a sight that would nearly break him, if there wasn’t for a noise that pulled him back from the edge.
Thunder. Near. Close. Soon. Strong wind rustling his hair and the leaves on a tree above them.
He shook his head, looking down at his mate's chest; skin so smooth, so brown, so beautifully stretched over muscles and bones, nipples hard peaks just begging to be bitten.
He rose up his head slowly, letting his eyes see his mate's spit slicked lips, a bead of sweat over his upper lip and eyes still closed tightly shut and wrinkled in the corners.
Lick him, tongue, lick, taste… Grom whispered again, but he said back no time.
"Open your eyes." he whispered, needing to see the green in them, needing to tell that green that no, touching would be bad and that they don’t have much time before the storm would hit.
He gasped and hissed; it hurt to be touched, every bit of his cock too sensitive, too tightly stretched but it felt so good too.
“Jensen... ah... Gods...”
He closed his eyes in pure pleasure, letting his head fall down, his forehead touching Jensen's when he adjusted his position, raising his body up a bit, giving his mate more room, more space to explore, touch, have...
… the storm, the cold wind, the loud thunder, the pain of his oversensitive flesh being touched… nothing mattered, because this felt right.
His mate wanted.
Jared snapped his eyes open at that and crashed right into the greenness of his mate's eyes. It was like getting lost in high grass with no chance of seeing where the meadow starts or ends. There was wonder in that high grass, a desire to learn and know.
He didn't want Jensen to see him. Not yet. He didn't want his mate to get scared of him, of his knot. He didn’t want that. He wanted to take his time, ease his mate into everything, and if he’d take off his pants right here and right now… he’d shove his cock inside Jensen before the kid would even know what hit him, he’d push his cock and his knot inside his mate’s tight hole and swallow down the cries and sobs that would probably spill out of the kid’s mouth and after… after he’d lick the kid’s hole clean of his come and his mate’s blood that would undoubtedly be there.
He shuddered at the thought and shook his head. No, no. This was his mate and not just some werewolf he picked up whenever he was lonely and he need to keep his cock warm. This kid laying underneath him, this kid with bright green eyes and the right kind of blood pumping through his veins… this was his mate… his mate to be cherished and loved and taken care of and not used like he had used all those other were’s.
He chuckled and shook his head, panting: "It's called a knot, Jensen. 's not an it."
The boy cleared his throat and Jared wanted to bite at the boy’s throat... the way it was moving so sweetly: “I know ‘s not. I… wanna see it. Touch it. ‘s a part of you. I… just wanna… know.”
He leaned down and kissed his mate again, clenching his eyes tightly shut when his mate’s clumsy fingers softly touched his hot knot, exploring it with their tips: “Jensen…”
“Feels… hard… hot, smooth,” there was a click in Jensen’s throat when he swallowed and whispered, “big.”
He gasped; it was too much, too fast, too light, not enough pressure, too much pressure… his mate touching him, his mate’s fingers, touching, gripping, exploring, wanting, needing, holding, his mate, sweaty skin on too tight skin, thunder, thunder, thunder in the distance, traveling through the ground and up his palms that were resting either side of the kid’s head… electricity up his arms and down his spine and right into this knot.
The land giving him shocks that made his whole body tremble and shake.
It was too much. Too much.
Skin on skin.
Mate on mate.
His voice was a whisper against Jensen’s parted lips.
He wanted. But he couldn’t. Gods forgive him, but he couldn’t allow his mate to touch him like this; all it did was make him want to pin the kid down, pull his legs up, bend him in half and shove his knot right into him, and shove and shove and shove until it would be so deep inside of his mate, the kid would feel it in his chest, splitting him in two.
“Why not?”
Jensen’s breath was hot, his voice so innocently asking a question Jared didn’t want to answer. At least, not with the right answer.
But Jared shook his head, his hair tickling Jensen’s cheeks and eyes; forehead against forehead, sweat slicking the way.
“Because it’s not...” he felt the man shudder when he ran a finger over the wet tip of the man’s cock, “… we can’t.”
Thunder and sharp blows of wind in the soft orange sunset…
… he clenched his jaw, grit his teeth together and when his mate finally managed to wrap two fingers more tightly around the knot, he nearly chipped a tooth with the force that his orgasm slammed into him.
And it kept coming and coming and he knew it wouldn’t stop. Not soon. His hips started to raise his groin up and up, away from Jensen’s fingers, away from his mate’s too tight grip.
A loud crack of thunder made him scream and rise up his head to howl at the darkening sky.
Hot drops of his mate’s come.
Hot drops of his mate’s come on his own hard and leaking cock.
Drip, drip, drip and running down to his balls. He whimpered. Just one touch there and he’d come too.
Drip.
And his mate kept on coming, a steady stream of white liquid hitting his own cock now, running right through Jared’s drenched pants.
His eyes were crossed and his mother had always said that one day they’d get stuck that way, but right now… he’d chance that, because the sight Jared made – mouth open in a silent scream, eyes closed tightly shut, breath coming in and out of his mouth, like there wasn’t enough air in the forest, even drooling a bit in the corners of his open mouth… Jensen felt something crash and burn in his belly…
… a need to feel that hotness inside of him…
… a need to make Jared come like this again. Soon.
And then Jared howled and the sound of it sneaked its way around his cock and squeezed tight making him come, slamming his head to the ground and pushing his groin up, up towards Jared’s, his own hot come mixing with his mate’s on his belly.
The ground was hard under him, there was a pebble digging itself into his wound, his back hurt from lying on it for so long, and he was starting to get cold where Jared had removed his clothes. His stomach felt freezing and the wind was starting to get so cold that whenever it blew across his groin it felt as if his dick was getting slapped by a hand.
He tried to move, but Jared’s hand found its way onto his chest, saying a silent stay still.
And then Jared lowered his head again and dropped it on Jensen’s chest, his whole body moving up and down, like trying to push itself into something, but there was just air there.
All Jensen could see was his mate’s back; moving up and down and all he could feel was Jared’s come that was still dripping from the man’s wet pants onto his fingers and groin. It felt like hot wax on his skin. Just like the time he knocked over a candle and all the wax spilled on his arm… it hurt. Too hot, too fast.
Jared kept on coming, hot down his fingers.
It felt right.
Felt good.
Felt just like it was supposed to.
But it was too much, starting to hurt… too warm on his sensitive skin. But Jared wasn’t stopping.
“Jared…” he whimpered and tried to squirm away a bit, but the way Jared’s eyes snapped to his, the way his mouth pulled up in a snarl and the way his voice was as deep as the night was dark when he said: “Stay.”
He stilled his body as best as he could, but the wind was still beating his oversensitive cock and his back still hurt and his wound was probably bleeding again… he breathed.
Jared wasn’t someone to say no to. There was still some blood around his mouth, more pink than red now that sweat had washed away most of it, there was still a dead elk lying not far from them, an elk Jared killed alone and there was still power and strength in everything Jared did.
He sighed and gave in. He pulled Jared’s head back down to his lips, licking his mate’s parted lips, pulling a moan out of that open mouth, shutting them up with his tongue.
He wanted to bite, claim, taste, draw blood from the neck that was in his line of vision, wanted to bite down right where one beam of dying red sun stretched across the freckled skin, wanted to bite the sun right off of his mate’s neck, because no one touches his mate.
He snarled at the disappearing sun, pulled up his lips and showed his teeth.
“J… Jared?”
He looked a bit to the right and met green eyes, the body underneath him moving, pushing up, chest heaving…
“Can you,” he groaned, “…let go of me?” he panted out, his eyes rolling at the sweet burn of Jensen moving his fingers.
“What?” the kid whispered, still struggling for breath.
“Your hand, Jensen… let go of me? ‘s too,” he grimaced, he knew he did, but it was true pain now that shot through his entire body, “ahhh much.”
He wiped his sticky hand on the leaves that he was lying on, but all that did was get the leaves stuck on his skin. He tried harder and the leaves fell off to the ground.
He just hoped that it would be on his own terms and not like this, when Jensen just took. Not that he had anything against this, this was amazing, but the actual claim, the actual time when they would make that last step
and really become Alpha and Beta… that would be done on his terms and with his actions and with his words and in his own way.
But something in the boy’s eyes told him that yes, next time it would all be on his own terms.
There was fear in those eyes, fear of the unknown, fear of what would be coming next.
“It’s gonna be okay.” he whispered to silence that fear.
He sighed: “Come on, we gotta go.”
He rose up, pulling Jensen up, catching him when the boy tripped on his pants that were wrapped around his calves.
He couldn’t look… at that body… at that perfect dick hanging limply by Jensen thigh. It made his mouth water and they… didn’t have time for this.
“Come on, we have to skin the elk, gotta get some shelter.”
He turned around, leaving Jensen alone to pull up his pants, to hide what he so desperately wanted to suck into his mouth.
TBC...
P.S.1: So sorry for this being sooo late...I hope you can forgive me and that you're still interested in this story :) and like I said, I WILL NEVER ABANDON this!
CHAPTER 12 _II_ CHAPTER 14
Author: soncnica
Rating: 'NC-17'
Genre/pairing: Jared/Jensen AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 3.700 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, hee), 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: erm none?!
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
ladytiferetA/N: Writen for this prompt at spn_hardcore animalistic behavior meme.
It was taste. It was tongues touching, licking, pushing, slick slide of lips and nothingness behind closed eyes.
Nothing, but my mate, wantneedtrust.
It was Jared’s sweaty hair tickling Jensen’s flushed cheeks; it was Jensen’s sweat slicked chest rising up and down too fast, chasing air that was not there, touching Jared’s hard, wet chest. It was hands holding on tight and holding steady; it was Jared’s heat over Jensen and it was the cold evening wind wrapping itself around Jensen’s naked body, goosebumps rising up where Jared wasn’t touching him.
It was mate coming to life.
It was breaths mixing and moans spilling out to the wind, it was sounds of need and want and mine that made Jensen grip Jared’s bicep hard, digging his fingers into the muscle and holding on for dear life, because what this was… was a river running wild in his veins. It was a motion that nothing would be able to stop.
No one would be able to stop.
Not the wind, not the evening animals coming out for dinner, not the rustling of the leaves, not the thunder coming closer.
Mate awakening in the orange sunset.
“Ja..h..” he tried to say his mate’s name, but Jared was pushing, digging, slamming his lips to his to silence him and Jensen was starting to fear that Jared was really, truly going to eat him.
He sneaked his left hand up the man’s muscled shoulder, up his warm nape, until he reached the wavy hair there and let them spill among his fingers. He tugged.
Tugged hard, making Jared groan into his mouth, tongue pushing his down.
When Jared stopped and looked at him, right into his eyes, Jensen didn’t remember why he made the man stop kissing him.
Those eyes… shiny and pupils so big it seemed like Jared’s eyes would explode any time now and would pull Jensen with them into a dark hole.
But there would be love in that hole, he knew that. Love and trust and mine and mate and Jensen.
He watched as the kid turned his head away and panted into the leaves: “Need… air.”
He smiled and lowered his eyes, letting his mate get all the air he needed… and then he crashed his lips to his mate’s and made Jensen moan and tug on his hair again.
It felt good. And when Jensen pulled his head down some more, it felt even better.
They would have to go soon. He didn’t want to get caught by the storm, because summer storms were usually huge; thick, heavy and cold raindrops that could break a man’s arm, thunder so loud your eardrums could burst and lightning so bright, it could burn your eyes.
They really needed to go. Now. Find shelter.
But…
… but he was wrapped in taste; his tongue slip-sliding with his mate's, tasting all that was Jensen... better than fresh meat, better than fresh water, better than anything he had ever tasted before.
It was his mate.
Their saliva mixing, tongues touching, teeth colliding... warmth on his lips spilling down his spine, right into his knot.
Hot, hot, hot too hot in Jensen’s mouth, too hot touches wherever the kid grabbed at him; nape, shoulder, back, arm… his skin was on fire wherever Jensen placed his palm or danced his fingers.
The storm would have to wait. Please. Just for a few more hours. Please, don’t take this away from me.
This taste and this heat.
Please.
That was his mate. That was Jared. That was the man he would spend eternity with.
Smoot, silky skin under his fingertips, muscles moving like rocks under a river, hard chest and broad shoulders, slim waist and strong legs, strong arms that would protect and…
… mate.
He wanted more and he took it. He pushed his lips even closer, crashing his teeth to Jared’s, pushed his tongue deeper, pushed it all the way down Jared’s throat it seemed. He moaned when Jared let him, when his mate let him have control.
Air?
No need for that anymore. He’ll never make Jared let go of him again.
Ever.
Those hands, that weight of solid muscles over heavy bones…
… never let it go.
His mate was touching him so right. Just enough pressure at just the right spots; his side and the back of his head… fingers nervously holding tight.
Jensen’s cock was half hard again; he could feel it bump his knot whenever he shifted… his knot that was starting to hurt by now. He needed… to come or to get up and leave.
Thunder; he could hear it. Closer than before. It was coming. Fast.
He groaned deep in his throat where Jensen’s tongue hadn’t reached yet and slowly let go of the warmth of his mate’s mouth, licking at the kid’s bottom lip; licking away a string of pink saliva that wanted to spill on his mate’s chin.
He raised his head up; Jensen's eyes were closed tight, little wrinkles at their corners as if his mate was in pain, but he knew it was just pleasure making them.
Seeing his mate like this… undone…
… his dick twitched and he whimpered. It was too much of everything.
He panted for breath, his fingers clenching around some leaves by Jensen's head, he needed something to distract him, something from the world that would ground him.
“I want to...” Jensen mumbled, his eyes still closed, sweat rolling down his temples, wetting the dirty blond hair there.
Lick it… Grom whispered to him.
And Jared did; leaned down and licked a drop of sweat that was just about to be soaked up by Jensen’s hair; the taste of salty water exploded in his mouth, mixing with a hint of coppery blood and a lot of Jensen and he moaned.
The sound of thunder sliced into his mind and he looked down at the kid who was sprawled underneath him; chest moving, hips moving with small, barely noticeable upupup motion.
His mate was seeking pressure for his cock.
He smirked and remembered that Jensen had said something before Grom interrupted.
“Mmm?”
“… touch you.”
“You are touching me.”
“Not what I meant.”
Jared didn’t expect that.
It was a sight that would nearly break him, if there wasn’t for a noise that pulled him back from the edge.
Thunder. Near. Close. Soon. Strong wind rustling his hair and the leaves on a tree above them.
He shook his head, looking down at his mate's chest; skin so smooth, so brown, so beautifully stretched over muscles and bones, nipples hard peaks just begging to be bitten.
He rose up his head slowly, letting his eyes see his mate's spit slicked lips, a bead of sweat over his upper lip and eyes still closed tightly shut and wrinkled in the corners.
Lick him, tongue, lick, taste… Grom whispered again, but he said back no time.
"Open your eyes." he whispered, needing to see the green in them, needing to tell that green that no, touching would be bad and that they don’t have much time before the storm would hit.
He gasped and hissed; it hurt to be touched, every bit of his cock too sensitive, too tightly stretched but it felt so good too.
“Jensen... ah... Gods...”
He closed his eyes in pure pleasure, letting his head fall down, his forehead touching Jensen's when he adjusted his position, raising his body up a bit, giving his mate more room, more space to explore, touch, have...
… the storm, the cold wind, the loud thunder, the pain of his oversensitive flesh being touched… nothing mattered, because this felt right.
His mate wanted.
Jared snapped his eyes open at that and crashed right into the greenness of his mate's eyes. It was like getting lost in high grass with no chance of seeing where the meadow starts or ends. There was wonder in that high grass, a desire to learn and know.
He didn't want Jensen to see him. Not yet. He didn't want his mate to get scared of him, of his knot. He didn’t want that. He wanted to take his time, ease his mate into everything, and if he’d take off his pants right here and right now… he’d shove his cock inside Jensen before the kid would even know what hit him, he’d push his cock and his knot inside his mate’s tight hole and swallow down the cries and sobs that would probably spill out of the kid’s mouth and after… after he’d lick the kid’s hole clean of his come and his mate’s blood that would undoubtedly be there.
He shuddered at the thought and shook his head. No, no. This was his mate and not just some werewolf he picked up whenever he was lonely and he need to keep his cock warm. This kid laying underneath him, this kid with bright green eyes and the right kind of blood pumping through his veins… this was his mate… his mate to be cherished and loved and taken care of and not used like he had used all those other were’s.
He chuckled and shook his head, panting: "It's called a knot, Jensen. 's not an it."
The boy cleared his throat and Jared wanted to bite at the boy’s throat... the way it was moving so sweetly: “I know ‘s not. I… wanna see it. Touch it. ‘s a part of you. I… just wanna… know.”
He leaned down and kissed his mate again, clenching his eyes tightly shut when his mate’s clumsy fingers softly touched his hot knot, exploring it with their tips: “Jensen…”
“Feels… hard… hot, smooth,” there was a click in Jensen’s throat when he swallowed and whispered, “big.”
He gasped; it was too much, too fast, too light, not enough pressure, too much pressure… his mate touching him, his mate’s fingers, touching, gripping, exploring, wanting, needing, holding, his mate, sweaty skin on too tight skin, thunder, thunder, thunder in the distance, traveling through the ground and up his palms that were resting either side of the kid’s head… electricity up his arms and down his spine and right into this knot.
The land giving him shocks that made his whole body tremble and shake.
It was too much. Too much.
Skin on skin.
Mate on mate.
His voice was a whisper against Jensen’s parted lips.
He wanted. But he couldn’t. Gods forgive him, but he couldn’t allow his mate to touch him like this; all it did was make him want to pin the kid down, pull his legs up, bend him in half and shove his knot right into him, and shove and shove and shove until it would be so deep inside of his mate, the kid would feel it in his chest, splitting him in two.
“Why not?”
Jensen’s breath was hot, his voice so innocently asking a question Jared didn’t want to answer. At least, not with the right answer.
But Jared shook his head, his hair tickling Jensen’s cheeks and eyes; forehead against forehead, sweat slicking the way.
“Because it’s not...” he felt the man shudder when he ran a finger over the wet tip of the man’s cock, “… we can’t.”
Thunder and sharp blows of wind in the soft orange sunset…
… he clenched his jaw, grit his teeth together and when his mate finally managed to wrap two fingers more tightly around the knot, he nearly chipped a tooth with the force that his orgasm slammed into him.
And it kept coming and coming and he knew it wouldn’t stop. Not soon. His hips started to raise his groin up and up, away from Jensen’s fingers, away from his mate’s too tight grip.
A loud crack of thunder made him scream and rise up his head to howl at the darkening sky.
Hot drops of his mate’s come.
Hot drops of his mate’s come on his own hard and leaking cock.
Drip, drip, drip and running down to his balls. He whimpered. Just one touch there and he’d come too.
Drip.
And his mate kept on coming, a steady stream of white liquid hitting his own cock now, running right through Jared’s drenched pants.
His eyes were crossed and his mother had always said that one day they’d get stuck that way, but right now… he’d chance that, because the sight Jared made – mouth open in a silent scream, eyes closed tightly shut, breath coming in and out of his mouth, like there wasn’t enough air in the forest, even drooling a bit in the corners of his open mouth… Jensen felt something crash and burn in his belly…
… a need to feel that hotness inside of him…
… a need to make Jared come like this again. Soon.
And then Jared howled and the sound of it sneaked its way around his cock and squeezed tight making him come, slamming his head to the ground and pushing his groin up, up towards Jared’s, his own hot come mixing with his mate’s on his belly.
The ground was hard under him, there was a pebble digging itself into his wound, his back hurt from lying on it for so long, and he was starting to get cold where Jared had removed his clothes. His stomach felt freezing and the wind was starting to get so cold that whenever it blew across his groin it felt as if his dick was getting slapped by a hand.
He tried to move, but Jared’s hand found its way onto his chest, saying a silent stay still.
And then Jared lowered his head again and dropped it on Jensen’s chest, his whole body moving up and down, like trying to push itself into something, but there was just air there.
All Jensen could see was his mate’s back; moving up and down and all he could feel was Jared’s come that was still dripping from the man’s wet pants onto his fingers and groin. It felt like hot wax on his skin. Just like the time he knocked over a candle and all the wax spilled on his arm… it hurt. Too hot, too fast.
Jared kept on coming, hot down his fingers.
It felt right.
Felt good.
Felt just like it was supposed to.
But it was too much, starting to hurt… too warm on his sensitive skin. But Jared wasn’t stopping.
“Jared…” he whimpered and tried to squirm away a bit, but the way Jared’s eyes snapped to his, the way his mouth pulled up in a snarl and the way his voice was as deep as the night was dark when he said: “Stay.”
He stilled his body as best as he could, but the wind was still beating his oversensitive cock and his back still hurt and his wound was probably bleeding again… he breathed.
Jared wasn’t someone to say no to. There was still some blood around his mouth, more pink than red now that sweat had washed away most of it, there was still a dead elk lying not far from them, an elk Jared killed alone and there was still power and strength in everything Jared did.
He sighed and gave in. He pulled Jared’s head back down to his lips, licking his mate’s parted lips, pulling a moan out of that open mouth, shutting them up with his tongue.
He wanted to bite, claim, taste, draw blood from the neck that was in his line of vision, wanted to bite down right where one beam of dying red sun stretched across the freckled skin, wanted to bite the sun right off of his mate’s neck, because no one touches his mate.
He snarled at the disappearing sun, pulled up his lips and showed his teeth.
“J… Jared?”
He looked a bit to the right and met green eyes, the body underneath him moving, pushing up, chest heaving…
“Can you,” he groaned, “…let go of me?” he panted out, his eyes rolling at the sweet burn of Jensen moving his fingers.
“What?” the kid whispered, still struggling for breath.
“Your hand, Jensen… let go of me? ‘s too,” he grimaced, he knew he did, but it was true pain now that shot through his entire body, “ahhh much.”
He wiped his sticky hand on the leaves that he was lying on, but all that did was get the leaves stuck on his skin. He tried harder and the leaves fell off to the ground.
He just hoped that it would be on his own terms and not like this, when Jensen just took. Not that he had anything against this, this was amazing, but the actual claim, the actual time when they would make that last step
and really become Alpha and Beta… that would be done on his terms and with his actions and with his words and in his own way.
But something in the boy’s eyes told him that yes, next time it would all be on his own terms.
There was fear in those eyes, fear of the unknown, fear of what would be coming next.
“It’s gonna be okay.” he whispered to silence that fear.
He sighed: “Come on, we gotta go.”
He rose up, pulling Jensen up, catching him when the boy tripped on his pants that were wrapped around his calves.
He couldn’t look… at that body… at that perfect dick hanging limply by Jensen thigh. It made his mouth water and they… didn’t have time for this.
“Come on, we have to skin the elk, gotta get some shelter.”
He turned around, leaving Jensen alone to pull up his pants, to hide what he so desperately wanted to suck into his mouth.
TBC...
P.S.1: So sorry for this being sooo late...I hope you can forgive me and that you're still interested in this story :) and like I said, I WILL NEVER ABANDON this!
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Date: 2011-11-12 12:56 pm (UTC)I know, 'm really sorry, but I was in a funk with this story and now I'm out of it and WHOOO writing again! phew :)
and I will not abandon this.. EVER, not until I finish it... I have plans with this, BIG PLANS LOL so yeah... :))) and the next chapter is already in the works so I think it'll be up soon :)
I hope that when you will read this, that you will like it and that it won't disappoint :))) oh man do I hope :)
thank you so much for commenting :))))))) and thank you for sticking with me on this story... :) means a lot :)
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Date: 2011-11-12 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 01:13 pm (UTC)yeah I am a perfectionalist, I mean if there is one sentence that I do not like, I'll obsess over it for days until I find a solution... it's a bit crazy, but.. yeah.. like you I believe in QUALITY and not QUANTITY! :))))))))
thank you again so much!
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