Hook(ed) 2/2

[soncnica]

This was why he hated parties, he hated people, he hated everything. Now he was caught and he'd have to make excuses and go grab Chris and haul him out while apologizing to Jared for crashing his party, for coming uninvited and seeing … that … and holy fuck, he was going to kill Chris. Seriously, he would.

Chris was a dead man walking.

He raised his head and moved it a bit back when Jared leaned forward and whispered over the sounds of a clarinet: "You want to?"

Jensen gulped. No, he most definitely didn't want to do anything, but run and hide and drink himself stupid and never ever come across Jared ever again. That's what he wanted to do.

"You do, don't you?"

"No. No! Noooo no, no I ... I don't wanna ... just ... no!" he stuttered, not sounding very convincing.

"You don't have to lie."

"'m not. Just ... hell no!"

"You're lying. I can see it. You want to try it. It's okay if you do Jensen. That's your name, right?"

Jensen nodded.

"'s nothing wrong with wanting to try. It's okay."

Before Jensen knew it, his heel hit the back of a step and when he looked down he saw that he was only one more step away from colliding with the bed.

"It's okay, Jensen. 's nothing wrong with trying. Absolutely nothing wrong with it. No one's gonna judge you, it's okay to want."

Jared's voice was sweet like candy, smooth like molasses and his breath smelled of some sort of candy too.

Damn.

"What? No, I really ... no!"

The back of his knees hit the side of the bed and shit, fuck, no. Just no.

"No, I said no."

Jared nodded and placed his hand on the side of Jensen's neck, the touch too soft to be anything else than two lovers touching.

Jensen's eyes widened ... he hadn't been touched like that ... in a long, long time. Lea's hand had always been so soft, gentle, smelling of raspberries from the cream she always used …

"I know you're saying no, your brain is saying no, but your heart, I can feel it right here," Jared pressed his palm deeper onto the side of Jensen's neck, "is saying yes. I can tell that, Jensen and it's okay."

"Nuh-uh."

"'s okay, really."

His legs folded and his ass hit the bed, but only for a second, because then Jared was lowering himself over him, pushing him chest to chest to lie down on the bed. He had to scoot up a bit, because Jared was just … pushing at him, pulling him, putting his weight all over him … but he had nowhere to go, his head was already on the pillow and his whole body was lying on the bed.

No escape.

"'s okay, Jensen. I gotcha. I gotcha."

"I don't ..." Jensen breathed out, too stunned to actually fight back, to kick and to scream and to hit. He wanted to, but ... Jared looked so ... strong and confident and Jensen … maybe he wanted this. He wasn't into men, but he had a feeling that this wasn't about being into men or women. This wasn't sexual at all. It just ... was, it existed outside of sex or friendship or casual knowing. It just ... was.

"Jared ..." his voice trembled and it came out more of a breathy gasp than the stern fuck you he was going for.

Jared shook his head, hair flaying into his eyes: "'s okay to want it. Nothing wrong with that, okay? Trust me. 's nothing wrong with that."

"Uhh..."

He was scared, he ... he wanted, but he didn't, because fuck. A hook? Something metal and cold going through his skin? Fucking ouch.

He stared up at Jared's eyes, swallowing when he felt the man's hands start to travel down his sides, down his ribs, fingers dipping into every dip. Sure, broad palms, strong grip and strong, long fingers, caressing his ribs and his skin, going underneath his shirt, skin on skin then. Warm calloused palm on smooth goose bumped skin.

"Nuuh, no, don't..." he whispered and squirmed. He didn't want to get naked, not in front of Jared, not in front of anyone ever again.

"Shh, 's okay. You have a T-shirt underneath, right? We'll leave that on, 's okay."

Jensen nodded, because okay. Yeah, okay.

He only lost eye contact with Jared when the shirt got in the way, but the man was talented and it only lasted a second before the shirt was off and thrown somewhere into the room.

"All right?

He licked his lips and nodded, his heart beating like crazy, his whole body shuddering and trembling.

Jared hadn't lied and kept Jensen's white wife beater on, a present from Lea's twisted sense of humor; she always through that wife beater was a crazily stupid name to call a shirt and because it had such a low cut; it reached all the way down to his nipples, but without actually showing them. He'd rolled his eyes then and kissed her everywhere he could put his mouth on that night.

He shook his head; memories were bad, because he really didn't wanna lose his shit in front of Jared and start crying. This, whatever this was, was humiliating enough.

"Jensen, hey, you all right?"

Jared whispered and leaned down even more; legs either side of Jensen's thighs, covering him from the belly up, for which Jensen was grateful, because he was sure that this particular shirt had a soup stain from yesterday's lunch somewhere at the stomach area.

"'m okay."

"Okay then." Jared's smile was dimples and white teeth, making Jensen's breathing sped up and then hitch when he felt something cold and wet on his left side, underneath his collarbone, but above his nipple, inch or two away from his armpit.

He looked down as best as he could and saw a white cotton ball in Jared's hand, slowly wiping the area. It smelled of hospital.

A hospital.

A hospital ... that alcohol slash disinfectants slash cleaning stuff.

A hospital ... sickness and death.

He gasped and started to struggle, Lea, Lea, Lea echoing in his head, Lea and hospitals and needles and that smell and no, no, no!

"No! Stop, please stop!"

He tried to push Jared off of him, tried to hit the man, but his legs were pinned down by Jared's, his torso underneath Jared's and damn the man was strong. He raised his left hand to try and pry Jared's hand and the cotton ball away from his skin but Jared caught his hand by the forearm and held it up in the air as if Jensen was made out of paper.

"Jensen, hey, look at me. Shhh, easy, easy, look at me."

He looked up at Jared, at the smile and concern in the man's eyes.

"I know, all right? I know, I've heard you cry and scream at night. I've heard you scream for her, and I know, I know it hurts so badly sometimes ... and that's okay. Everything's okay. Come on, just relax. Just calm down."

"'m sorry..."

He was mortified. He didn't know that Jared could hear him through the walls, although that would make sense, because if he could hear Jared then ... yeah ...

"Nothing to be sorry about, okay. Nothing, absolutely nothing."

Jensen pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded.

"Good, just relax. Now, 'm gonna put this arm," Jared pushed Jensen's arm back down to bed, palm up, "here and you're gonna keep it right there, ain't gonna move it, okay, gonna keep it relaxed and still."

Jensen didn't know about keeping any part of him relaxed and still and when Jared's fingers started to slide up the sensitive skin of his forearm, he took a sharp, quick breath. The tickling sensation made him squirm underneath Jared's body – it was too intimate. Too much.

Jared's thumb stopped at the bend of his elbow and stroked there, left and right, pressing in hard and then soothing it all with a feather light swipe.

"Jared …"

He didn't know what he was planning to say: a warning, a plea for more, a plea to stop … he didn't know, but he did know that whatever Jared was doing to him … it felt so good. Jared's finger there felt so good and so right it made him whimper.

"Feels good, right?"

"Mmmmhh, yeah …"

"How old're you?"

"Twen- uh, twenty-four."

"'m sorry … for your loss. 'm sorry it hurts. 'm sorry for leaving you to cry and scream all alone."

"Wh-, what?"

A saxophone pushed the melody of the song into a different direction and Jensen got distracted, thrown off his path. Music always enchanted him, the wicked, wicked thing that it was.

He felt Jared's fingers travel higher up his bicep and down his shoulder, his collarbone until it came to rest over the area that still tingled from the alcohol.

"Just keep your arm still, don't move it Jensen, okay?"

"Oh- ohkay."

Jared's smile crinkled the man's eyes and popped out dimples on his cheeks.

The whole of Jared's body was colored brown, from the dim light and he shone where his skin was matted with sweat. It looked … nice.

"Just gotta disinfect again, okay? Just breathe, okay? Don't forget to breathe and keep your arm relaxed and still."

The cotton ball was back, new one now, fresh one, because whatever was being used as the antiseptic was dripping down his skin; a tickling stream down and under his armpit.

"That's it, just calm, okay?"

He couldn't speak, even breathing was giving him problems, because the smell was reminding him of Lea and all those doctors who did nothing but poked and prodded her until they could only say those fucking words: 'there's nothing we can do'.

"Jensen, right here. Okay? Right here, not there. What happened then and there, happened. It's gone. It was and it's gone now."

"I know, it's just sometimes ..." he whispered.

"I know, but you can't live there anymore. You can't change what happened, you can't get her back. You had her, be happy about that, but you can't change the past. I wish you could, but no one can."

He closed his eyes; looking into Jared's eyes, hearing him and having him pressing Jensen's whole body into the bed, having the man blocking out the whole world … was too intimate. Too scary. He felt so fragile, split open and all his emotions and thoughts on display to Jared.

He'd never felt like this before. Even Lea … she never made him feel cracked open and spilling all of himself down before her.

But Jared was doing just that; with his touch, the tone of his voice, the softness in his eyes …

"I know ..." he gasped, opened his eyes and looked from Jared's face down to his left side and saw ... a hook. The thing that would go through his skin.

It was grasped tightly in Jared's sure hand; a silver, shiny hook, small really, like someone had bent a thicker than usual needle, but still big enough to make Jensen's eyes widen. It really could be used in his closet to hang up a shirt or two, but this one would go into his skin and out of his skin and fuck.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from it; couldn't not watch as Jared started to stroke the bend of the hook over Jensen's skin, how it glided smoothly making him shiver and breathe hard. Almost pant.

"Just breathe, okay."

Jensen nodded; he couldn't not breathe or he'd pass out.

"I gotcha, Jensen."

He'd watched as nurses stuck needles into Lea, God so many needles going into so many places, Jensen felt sick just watching it, and he didn't have a fear of needles. But just watching all that ... after a few days it made him wanna puke, but Lea was stoic and unafraid so he'd been too.

"Shhh, I gotcha."

The feeling of the steel sliding up and down that small patch of skin felt okay. Nothing hurt - yet - and it felt good when the cold steel started to warm up from his body heat, it felt good to know that that thing would go into him and it wouldn't be from any medical reasons, wouldn't be because someone would want to determine if he'd die or live. It would just ... be there. Because of nothing.

And he had no control over it. None. He didn't want to escape it anymore, he didn't wanna fight Jared anymore, he didn't want to run away ... he wanted this. He needed to feel this pain and he needed to trust Jared ... just like Lea trusted Jensen even through all the pain she went through.

"Jensen, it's just you and me here. You," a slide down," and me." a slide up.

Jensen tried to grab Jared's shoulder or arm with his other, free hand; he just wanted something to grab hold of, but Jared grabbed his right hand and pushed it back down to the mattress, right beside Jensen's ear, fingers intertwining and squeezing.

He looked up at Jared and then back down to his left, watching the man slide the hook up and down the skin, his breathing picking up, because this really was all on Jared; the man was controlling this, only Jared knew when he'd push the pointed tip through the skin.

Giving up control like this, felt so good Jensen felt blood starting to run down to his dick.

Giving up control like this ... he never gave up control over anything, because the last time he did, Lea died.

"I can't ..."

He couldn't give up his control, he needed to be the one to say yes and no and when and how and why. He needed to be in control, he needed it, but at the same time, all of this felt so good. So right.

"Yes you can. 'm not gonna hurt you, 'm not gonna let anything happen to you. 's just you and me ... just relax into this. You're doing so good, Jensen, so good …"

Jensen's heart was going to explode, leap out of his chest and run away. His whole body was shivering, trembling and he felt himself squeezing Jared's fingers tight, while trying to keep his left arm as still as possible. Because Jared said so. Because it felt right; he could still feel the phantom touch of Jared's thumb on the bend of his elbow and he was scared that if he'd even just twitch his arm, that feeling would disappear.

He didn't want it to disappear.

-:-

One more slide down: "Can you hold your breath? I need your chest to be as still as possible."

He took a deep breath and held it, because this was it, this was it, right here and right now, this was it and on the next slide up, the sharp tip pushed into the skin, making Jensen hiss and gasp for more air.

"Don't worry, 'm not gonna push further, just stay calm."

He looked up from the hook to Jared's face, not wanting to see any blood there. He'd seen so much of Lea's blood … enough to last him a lifetime.

"Jensen, look. Come on, just look down. 's nothing to be scared of."

He looked down and it really didn't look so … horrible. It was just a … a weirdly shaped needle piercing him and … now it didn't even hurt anymore.

It just was.

Just like all of this, what was happening, just was.

"'s nothin', right?"

"Yeah … nothin'."

Then Jared put more pressure on the hook, pushing it deeper, making the steel slide under his skin.

"Fuck, ow, uhhh, stop."

Jared stopped.

Just like that.

He stopped.

Because Jensen said so. Because he said stop.

Whenever Lea said stop, no one stopped. The doctors and the nurses just kept on … pushing and prodding and testing her and putting all these tubes in her and the needles … they never stopped, no matter how many time Lea said to stop.

Jensen didn't dare say stop to them, because he didn't want to lose his sweetheart. He didn't want to lose her, so he never said stop.

But he said stop now and Jared stopped.

"You're okay, Jensen. Just a bit more and it'll push through, okay? You're doing really good, real good."

He thought that he blushed under the praise, but he didn't care. He didn't care, because he was riding on something here, something pure and hot and unbelievable and he didn't want it to stop.

"Gonna go all the way now, just relax."

He could feel, actually feel, the steeled tip and the thicker body of the hook, make its way through his flesh, penetrating deeper until the tip started poking at his skin, from the inside.

He closed his eyes and squeezed Jared's fingers.

"I gotcha Jensen."

One tear slipped out of his eye, he could feel it slide down his cheek. The hook pushing through his skin … it hurt but it didn't. That didn't hurt, what hurt was how good it felt to let it happen. How good it felt to let it all go and put control to Jared to do as he pleased with … everything.

"Just take another breath and hold it, don't move your arm, stay still … that's it, that's it."

He could feel his dick getting hard and starting to leak. He moaned and gasped and tried to arch his back when he felt the tip pushing at his skin again, poking it and when Jared pushed just that bit harder the tip finally penetrated the skin.

He had a hook in him.

"You all right?"

He opened his eyes and nodded.

He was okay.

He looked down and saw the hook in his skin, two dots of blood and Jared rubbing the raised skin with his fingers.

He shivered, feeling the metal under his skin being rubbed from above and it rubbed the tissue below and it ... made his dick twitch and more precome spill out.

He was flying; feeling as he had when he was in his balloon, hearing nothing but fire and wind, having all of the world at his disposal and when Jared gripped the eye: "I'd put some rope through here, tie it to a hook in my shoulder. We'd be tied then, can you imagine that. Tied by rope." gave it a little pull, Jensen moaned because it tugged on the skin. Tugged hard, raising the skin up and that hurt.

"Stop, don't … ahhh, fuck, oww…"

Jared stopped. Again. Let go of the eye as if it had burned him: "Okay, sorry, 'm sorry. Just wanted you to feel that."

He sure felt it alright, but: "'s okay, 'm okay."

"Do you wanna touch it?"

He looked at the raised skin at the bend of the hook: "Yeah, wanna touch it."

He untangled his fingers from Jared's and brought his right hand to the spot where the center of his universe was at. His fingers were shaking, feeling cold and numb, but when he pressed them down on that bit of raised skin, he gasped, feeling the hook shift inside of him, under his skin.

"How's it feel?"

Jensen rubbed his finger over the steel, over his skin: "Don't touch the tip, Jensen," and heeding Jared's warning his finger went up to the eye, imagining a rope there, tying him to Jared: "Good, it feels good."

Jared chuckled, probably at the awe in Jensen's voice: "Good then." and gripped Jensen's hand pulling it away from the hook, intertwining their fingers again, pressing Jensen's hand back to the soft pillow.

The song on the radio changed to piano and a harp, both instruments complimenting each other in the best possible ways, making Jensen moan, the music stroking his entire body.

He felt drugged to his gills with pleasure, with want. Exactly the same as when he strapped on his goggles, wrapped his scarf around his neck, stepped into his flying balloon and flied up and up and up never wanting to come back down.

-:-

Jared leaned down, whispering to Jensen's half open mouth: "I wanna pierce your nipples," rubbed his thumb on Jensen's left nipple right through the ribbed shirt: "it would make you feel amazing."

Jensen pushed up his hips, his groin crashing into Jared's, their hard cocks rubbing and he nodded: "Yeah."

He wanted that. Just the feel of Jared's finger over his nipple, rubbing it, making it hard, sending pleasure down to his dick; he could only imagine how piercing his nipples would feel like.

Jared grinned and music came back to Jensen's ears, making him aware of other people gathered around the bed. Could hear them moan and groan and whimper, heard skin on skin, wet squelching sounds.

"They're jerking off to the sight of you, the girls rubbing their clits, pushing their fingers into those hot, wet, tight holes," Jensen's eyes started to stray to his left, but Jared was faster and the man's hand gripped his cheek, pushing him back to look at Jared, "no, don't look, 's just you and me here and we know this ain't about sex. They can do whatever they want, but we know this ain't 'bout that."

Jensen blinked.

"They'll get off on the sight of you squirming and hard and leaking and making those delicious sounds and being hooked," Jared licked his lips, "but you and I know that that's not it for us. It's how you're so strong, giving yourself to me, losing control Jensen. It's what it is for us."

"Yeah." His voice was shaky, hoarse, barely there.

"Yeah, Jensen, just us here. You and me."

And that was okay, because Jared was a warm heavy blanket and a wall between his body and all those hungry eyes. It was okay, because Jared was right; the people around them would come from getting a show, but Jensen and Jared would come from something entirely different.

It was okay.

And he wanted more.

He wanted to come; his dick was leaking, precome all but running out of his slit, he could feel it, it wasn't just drop and drop, it was a stream and his balls felt heavy, and all he could do was silently thank his grief for making him wear sweat pants all the time, loose, baggy, thin sweatpants otherwise he didn't know how he'd have coped with his dick trapped and unable to curve up.

Jared grinned, white teeth glowing in the dim light: "Wanna come? Wanna empty those heavy balls into your pants, huh? Come and come and come, 's been a while, huh? Are you dying of blue balls Jensen, or did you lay in your bed and stroked all that hard, long cock with your spit to ease the way, huh? Did you make yourself come? I heard you; cry and scream and moan ... made me so hard Jensen ... right through the fucking wall."

"Nhhh, gggah..."

Jared leaned even closer to Jensen's body, swiveling his hips, making both of them groan when their heavy, hot and thick dicks rubbed against each other.

Jared released Jensen's fingers, gripped his hair instead and pulled at the short spikes, making Jensen's head go back, exposing the man's throat, making it long and tight for Jared's lips and tongue to feel it all; muscles and skin and the throbbing vein.

When Jared got to his ear, the man started to pull on the hook, making Jensen really feel it be under his skin, making him realize that if Jared wanted to, he could've just pulled the hook right out, ripping skin and flesh just like that.

Jensen dick twitched and he needed, he needed more touching, more grinding, more of Jared on him, in him ...

He couldn't tell where all that was coming from, maybe it was sexual frustration that had been going on for some time now, maybe it was a craving for another person's touch on him, maybe it was the total lack of control he had over everything ... but he needed to feel more and harder and faster.

"Jared ..." he gasped and couldn't look away from the man's face that was now covered in sweat, wet hair hanging over the slanted eyes.

Jared started to pull on the hook, slowly pulling it out, careful not to damage anything: "Don't worry, I got rid of the barb, okay?"

Jensen didn't even think about the barb; it was so tiny and when it went in he didn't really feel it any more than the rest of the hook, but damn that would've hurt coming out. But how did …

"Come Jensen."

He arched his back, pressing the back of his head deeper into the pillow, exposing his throat to Jared's hot, wet tongue; the pain of the hook sliding out slowly oh so deliciously slow and the heat that had been pooling in his belly throughout all of this finally exploded in his body, making him come.

He cried out and panted, squeezing his eyes shut and shouting obscenities - that could rival Chris' - and groaning, because he had never felt like this. Sex with Lea had been amazing, she made him shoot his come out of his dick by just using her muscles right, but this ... this ... this was pain mixed with pain mixed with a man on top of him mixed with losing control mixed with something he had never knew he needed. He saw stars. There were actual stars behind his closed eyelids and his dick kept on spurting, filling his pants with his come.

He couldn't get down from this high, not even when he opened his eyes and saw the bloody hook being held in Jared's hand.

"Wasn't so bad, right?"

He shook his head. He just came untouched, came all but bursting his brain from his slit, came so hard he was gulping down air like a man saved from drowning.

"No." he gasped.

No, it wasn't bad.

Jared chuckled for a second and then stopped, the expression on his face becoming hard and so serious Jensen's breath caught somewhere between his mouth and lungs.

"I really wanna pierce your nipples, pull on them and slide a needle right through the raised flesh. Your cock, Jensen, needles right through your shaft, pulling it up to your belly, maybe tying it up there with the needles in your stomach. Your balls, Jensen and lower, all that skin just ready to be pierced. Your tongue too, hmmm. Hooks in your back, just like I did with Chad. I'd take it all out then, don't worry, would only leave it in, if you'd want that."

Jensen needed air, especially when Jared placed his broad, sweat slicked palm on his forehead and pushed his head down to the pillow: "We'd do it really slow, so slow you'd come between each slide of the needle in your skin. I'd make you come, Jensen ... I promise."

Jensen gulped and closed his eyes, because he was pinned and that was his only way of escaping the images in his head, how fucking much he wanted that, how much he needed all of that. Yes, needed.

"Open your eyes, don't hide, come on... that's it ... do you want that? Do you want me to push needles into you, all over you, Jensen ... your back, your belly, through your belly button, your thighs, your cock, your balls, your nipples, your sides, your arms, your shoulders. Inside your elbows, you liked when I touched you there. Maybe behind your knees too."

Jensen whimpered, because yes, he did. He wanted it.

"We'd do it so slow, so slow, Jensen and so carefully, be so very careful, you'd feel every pinch and pull ... I'd spread you all over this bed, naked. Just you and me and the needles, the hooks. Huh?"

Jensen groaned.

"I'd push a sound in your dick, all the way in. A sound I'd make just for you, for your slit and your dick. It'd be green, just like your eyes. It'd rub so good in you, feel so good, you'd either not come or come around it."

Jensen closed his eyes and groaned. It was too much, his groin was on fire, every nerve alive and strung out, begging to be released.

"I wouldn't hurt you."

Jensen whimpered and moaned, because yes, he wanted that. Wanted Jared's hands on him, be slow and be careful and be all around him, inside him, touch every part of him, because he knew ... knew Jared wouldn't hurt him. Not for real. Not too much. Not out of evilness.

Not like the doctors hurt Lea, not like they hurt him, not like he'd been hurting for so long.

He wanted to say yes, yes, please but what came out was a sob like sound and fuck, was he ... crying?!

"Shh, shh, shh, you're okay. 's okay."

He blinked when Jared let go of his forehead and looked down when he felt something wet and cold - again - pressed on the spot where just a few seconds he had a hook in. Smelled of the antiseptic again, only this time it didn't make him flash back to the hospital. No, it made him flash to just how careful Jared had been, how he stopped when Jensen said stop, how he talked to him and made him feel so much, things he'd never felt before.

Jared would take care of him. Maybe it was time someone took care of him for a change. He could do that ... he wanted to do that – wanted to let Jared take care of him. Needed it.

"Think about it, okay? You're on a high right now, so calm down and think about it. You know where to find me. Anytime you want, okay? Jensen? Okay?"

He whined when Jared slid down his body, his cock hard again. What the fuck? They weren't even doing anything ... just talking and uhhh, fuck ... he was still too sensitive to get hard again, to come again, he couldn't come again, fuck ... but his dick had other plans, because it was hard and curving up again, even though the disgusting damp spot.

Jared chuckled when he came chin to cock: "'m not gonna suck you, if that's what you're thinking."

Jensen put his forearm across his eyes - awkward. Awkward, awkward. He didn't want Jared to suck him, he didn't want his cock anywhere near Jared's mouth, eww, but damn it now that Jared mentioned it ... he shuddered when a drop of precome ran dawn his cock.

"Come on Jensen. Let's get you something to drink."

Yeah. Drink. Alcohol. Good. Good. Yeah, definitely.

Even though the smell of the antiseptic and the sting he could feel was making him wanna throw up, he got up from the bed and stumbled on weak, wobbly legs.

"Okay, okay, easy, easy, I gotcha."

Jared's hand wrapped itself around his waist, and the man lead him through a crowd of people who were watching him like he was a canary they all wanted to eat up.

People, people he didn't know, Jared's friends had seen him. Saw what ... saw him come from that, come untouched. Saw him cry. And they … they … touched themselves. Some of 'em were still licking their fingers …

He blushed and looked down at his feet, not wanting to look those strangers in the eyes. He stumbled, but Jared pressed him closer to his side, leading him towards the table full of booze.

"Did you, ah, umm, come?"

He whispered, hoping it was for Jared's ears only. Jared made him come, but he didn't make Jared come. Should he have done something, even if this whole thing wasn't about … that?

"Naw, I've got a cock ring, I'll jack off once everyone leaves," Jared leaned closer to his ear, his breath hot and moist, "you'll probably hear me through the wall."

Jensen lost the ground beneath his feet, his legs going even softer and the only thing holding him up was Jared's arm around his waist and the guy's solid side.

Fuck.

"You ... uhh, the other guy, before ... you didn't ... on the bed."

He knew he wasn't making any sense at all, but he just shot his brain through his dick and he was still hard and that took coherency right out of him and probably any guy really.

"You're better than him. Them. Your first time needed to be special."

Jensen nodded: "And next time?"

Next time? What the hell? Next time? There would be no next time … would it?

"Like I said, you're special and we'll go slow and careful. I'm good at what I do, Jensen, I'm the best there is."

Jensen's brain kick started then and his hard as fuck dick wilted down to soft like he just dipped it into icy cold water. He stumbled on his feet because: "You're one of the Hook?"

"The best of 'em."

"Fuck!"

Well, all of what just happened was absolutely, fucking NOT mentioned in that documentary.

The End

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Hey! ooooh thank you so much!!!! I'm so happy you liked this, thanks for such an amazing comment :) so glad I was able to pull you into the story :)))

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