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Jensen has an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Jared is with him for the day, and once again sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the man’s kitchen island following a fall. In just the past few weeks, the boy’s been growing like a weed and has even less control over his long limbs than usual, and as a result they find themselves back in this familiar situation. This time it’s a little more serious, the poor thing really did take a nasty tumble a few days ago, missing a step and toppling down the last few stairs at home because he was too busy trying to get to the front door ahead of anyone else, than paying attention to what his feet were doing.
The way the older man’s heart is beating erratically, now, is partly from the memory of the panic that surged through him as he watched in horror from the other side of the door as Jared fell, and the rest is entirely because he’s back kneeling down between the boy’s long legs, carefully inspecting partially healed wounds. The fall wasn’t serious in that Jared didn’t hit his head or break anything, but still his body is showing signs of the event. The ugly marks litter skinny limbs, along with those from general childhood mishaps common to accident prone little boys. Jensen’s heart aches to see the delicate skin marred by the evidence of Jared’s discomfort, even as he sweeps his thumb over a particularly angry looking bruise on the boy’s right leg, just below where his shorts ride up to give a tantalising view of the creamy skin of his inner thigh.
“You’re a walking disaster, kiddo,” he sighs, “what are we gonna do with you, huh?”
Jared shrugs, not half as concerned as his surrogate uncle is, “‘m just clumsy, I guess.”
“You sure are,” Jensen replies, shaking his head and smiling fondly at the boy, “do they hurt?” he watches the hesitation flicker across Jared’s face before he shrugs again, a non verbal confirmation that has Jensen’s stomach clenching, “Want me to kiss them better?” he asks, cursing himself as soon as the words are out because he’s already tormenting himself as it is, but when a grin breaks out on the boy’s face and he nods his head so eagerly that his hair falls into his eyes, Jensen’s stomach flutters, instead. That ever present nagging voice is white noise in the back of his head as he grins back, wraps his hand around a tiny ankle and lifts, bending down to meet the leg halfway to press gentle kisses to the first two bruises on the boy’s skinny shin.
Jensen’s free hand settles itself on Jared’s thigh, unable to stop his fingers tenderly tracing over the soft skin, greedily taking the opportunity to touch while it’s there, Summer break won’t last forever. Another bruise below a knobbly knee, followed by one above it get the same soft kisses, then Jensen switches to the other leg. His thick fingers apply gentle pressure to ease Jared’s thighs a little wider so he can lean in and touch his lips to less marked skin, this time on an oddly placed bruise to the side of the boy’s knee, Jensen’s nose almost pressed into the slightly clammy expanse of sensitive inner thigh. He takes a moment to breathe in deeply, pulling the scent of the boy in, mouth watering and his cock stirring at the deliciousness of it. The man wants nothing more than to keep kissing his way up, to nuzzle and lick at the crease of the boy’s thigh and rub his stubbled cheek over the swell of smooth, tight balls. He momentarily rests his forehead on the flat of Jared’s thigh and lets out a breathy moan into the flesh, pulse throbbing in his neck as arousal slowly lights up his veins, before he has to pull back. Slowly blinking open eyes he doesn’t remember closing, he looks up at the boy’s face, “Good now?” he says, voice a little raspy.
Jared nods again, still smiling, lifting his left arm and using his right index finger to indicate the carpet burn on his elbow, “Hurts here,” he says, smile dimming a little as he pokes it as if he’s not sure how much it hurts until he touches it, “and here,” he adds, twisting to show another bruise in the middle of his upper arm, both on the side he landed when he fell on the stairs.
“Well, let’s get those better as well, then,” Jensen replies with a soft smile, slowly standing and keeping his hips tilted away enough from Jared’s legs that he won’t feel the half hard length of his cock. He can’t bring himself to stop touching the boy’s thigh, yet, but he loosens his grip enough to allow his fingers to whisper over the soft skin, still. He takes hold of Jared’s left wrist, his thumb automatically rubbing a slow circle over the tender skin as he does, wets his lips before softening them and touching them to the still raw looking burn mark that tastes faintly of antiseptic ointment. Using his nose, he pushes the hem of the boy’s t-shirt sleeve up to reach the final bruise. He can’t help but rub his nose whisper soft over the flesh, knowing it tickles and delighting in Jared’s giggle when he does it. “Alright, I think you’ll live!” he says, already kicking himself that he didn’t take longer to savour the experience.
He lets go of Jared’s wrist and brushes the strands of hair that still hang over the boy’s eyes away before tracing over the delicate cheekbone where he’d cleaned up the graze that was previously there. Immediately, memories of pressing a kiss to that soft flesh, and then Jared’s lips, come flooding back. He’s so close to the boy’s face now that the apple shampoo smell from his hair tickles Jensen’s nostrils, and his eyes flick to where the barely there evidence of the split lip was. His pulse quickens at the phantom feel of those plump, pink lips against his own, thumb brushing over the bottom one with no permission from his brain, watching as the pliant flesh gives under the pressure he adds, then springs back. Fuck, he wants another taste. He licks his own lips and swallows down the urge to just lean in, knowing this time he can’t use the excuse of kissing that sinful mouth better because there’s no cut there, any more.
“Uncle Jen?”
Jared’s words draw him from his fantasy kiss, “Yeah, buddy?”
“Can I have some ice cream, please? It’s too hot.”
Mostly glad for the change of subject, Jensen raises an eyebrow at his favourite boy, “You’re supposed to be sick,” he says, gently digging his fingers into Jared’s belly to tickle him, “you told your mom and dad you were!”
Jared giggles, wriggling his little butt on the counter, hands covering Jensen’s when he presses harder and moves them faster, “‘m not really sick,” he says around a high pitched laugh, “I just wanted to stay with you instead of going to see Grandpa Frank and Grandma Joyce!”
Jensen pauses his tickle attack to look the boy in the eye, “You shouldn’t lie to your parents, Jay,” he chides, even though there’s a warmth curling in his belly that the boy wants to spend more time with him. He lays his hands flat on Jared’s belly and slides his right one around Jared’s back, rubbing up and down, enjoying the feeling of the slim frame and warm flesh under his palms, “and you have to visit your grandparents, they don’t get to see you often and like making a fuss of you.”
Jared shrugs one shoulder, “They’re boring,” he says, throwing his arms around Jensen’s neck and pulling him closer, his head tipped back so he can keep eye contact while he smiles, “you’re fun!”
Jensen basks in Jared’s embrace, pulling him closer and allowing himself a few seconds to feel the heat from the boy’s body on his skin, and to breathe in his scent once more. He nudges Jared’s chin with his nose a couple of times, “That’s only because I give you ice cream!” he says with a laugh, digging his fingers into ticklish flesh and mercilessly wiggling them. Jared squeals with laughter, body writhing in his attempt to escape while at the same time his legs grip Jensen’s waist to keep him in place, and the older man feels the grin spread across his face.
Jared throws his head back as he laughs, his body half reclined and Jensen watches the long expanse of his neck, his whole body tingling with want as the boy swallows because he wants to trace the motion with his lips and tongue. He presses in closer to the counter, his still half hard cock grazing Jared’s inner thigh, and even through his thin shorts it feels amazing, especially as he opted not to wear underwear today. Before he knows it, he’s rolling his hips to get more friction as his flesh fills completely. What he’s doing hits him a second later, but what stops him in his tracks isn’t the thought of the boy noticing, but the cry of pain Jared lets out when Jensen’s fingers curl into his ribs with more force.
“Hurts!” Jared says around a hitched breath, pushing Jensen’s hand away and twisting his upper body out of reach.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen asks, confused. He takes a step back and pulls Jared into a seated position, his eyes drawn to where the boy is uncomfortably holding his side. “What hurts, baby?” he asks more urgently.
Jared’s eyebrows are drawn together over his lowered eyes and he bites on his lip a little before he speaks, something Jensen knows from experience is because the kid is worried he’s going to get into trouble for something, “Momma knows about it, it’s from when I fell on the stairs. It’s gettin’ better!” he replies, offering a half smile along with the consolatory information.
It does nothing to ease Jensen’s concern, “Show me,” he instructs, trying to keep the rising panic from his voice, fairly confident that he’s overreacting like he so often does with Jared, but until he sees what’s causing the pain he won’t be placated. The boy’s long fingers curl into the cotton of his t-shirt and start to slide it up, always doing whatever Jensen asks of him. The older man’s breath catches in his throat as the fabric uncovers Jared’s hip, most of his belly and his lower ribs. All along his side, but especially over his ribs, there are bruises and scrapes, some still purple, others slowly fading to brown, but all tender looking, “Jesus,” he says, rushing forward, stopping short of actually touching the skin for fear of causing more discomfort. He meets the boy’s eyes and takes hold of his uninjured shoulder, “Jared, are you sure your momma has seen this? Did you get taken to the doctor?” he asks, mind racing with worry, which is ridiculous he thinks, because Sherri is almost as overbearing as he is when it comes to Jared, but he has to be certain.
“Yes,” Jared replies in his most earnest voice, “Doctor Morgan took a special picture of my chest. He said I just fell funny and it’s gonna be sore for a while, but it will go away.” It all comes out with barely a breath in between words, like he’s got to get his assurance out there as quickly as possible because he knows Jensen worries, “Doesn’t hurt as much now,” he shrugs, reaching his hand out and laying it on Jensen’s cheek, “I promise!”
Jensen’s gobsmacked, he had no idea that Jared could potentially have broken his ribs, judging by the state of him and the fact that he’s had an x-ray. He saw the boy land on his twisted back and half bounce, half slide down the stairs, but he was up fairly quickly and Jensen figured it was the shock that slowed him down. He already feels like he’s responsible for this particular incident because it was him Jared was rushing to the door to see, eager to show his latest piece of artwork for Jensen’s approval. The man’s heart is racing, now, and he tightens his grip on Jared’s shoulder, “I’m so sorry, buddy,” he croaks around the lump quickly forming in his throat.
Jared frowns, “Why are you sorry?” he asks, looking genuinely confused, “I shouldn’t have been running on the stairs like y’all tell me not to, ‘m the one that’s sorry.”
“It’s my fault,” Jensen says, quietly, more to himself than anything.
Jared leans forward and pats the stubbled cheek his clammy hand is on, looking the man dead in the eye, and hell if he doesn’t look the spitting image of his mother about to give a lecture, “Don’t be silly, Uncle Jen, you didn’t push me or nothing, ‘sides, I know you wouldn’t do that.”
“Of course I wouldn’t!” Jensen replies, realising when Jared’s eyes blink in shock that he’s said it more forcefully than he’d meant to. He cups the boy’s face in both of his hands, thumb brushing over one soft, baby fat covered cheek, “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to shout. I would never hurt you,” he says, emphasising his point by sliding his hand around the back of the kid’s neck and squeezing, gently pulling them closer, “I love you so much, Jared. Too much.” he adds with a sigh, his subconscious whispering ‘Ain’t that the truth?!’ to him, making his stomach churn even more knowing he loves the boy in all the right and wrong ways.
Jared beams up at him and brings his other hand to Jensen’s cheek, “Love you, too, Jen,” he says, happily, before leaning forward and pressing a firm kiss to the older man’s lips. It’s not the first time he’s done it, the boy is very liberal with his hugs and kisses, something which is an endless source of equal parts joy and pain for Jensen.
He shamelessly clings to what the boy is offering in all innocence, eagerly taking whatever physical contact his precious boy freely gives him. He uses his hand on Jared’s neck to keep him there without applying pressure, and kisses back in return, once, twice, three times. His lips remain soft, the gesture meant to be comforting for both of them, but when Jared lets out a breathy little hum against his lips, the vibration of it making Jensen’s skin tingle, it goes straight to his once again interested cock. Gasping, Jensen pulls back, intending to apologise for taking more than Jared was probably going to give, but knowing that would just confuse the boy because there’s no need to apologise for being affectionate.
“What’s wrong?” Jared asks, a puzzled look on his face.
Jensen shakes his head, “Nothing,” he says, everything, he thinks, while his heart races, “So, ice cream?” he offers, voice a little more raspy.
Jared leans back, shaking his head and reaching down to lift the hem of his t-shirt back up as far as his ribs, “Kiss it better, first?”
Jensen tries not to look, he really does, but his eyes automatically drop to the exposed, agonisingly appealing flesh of the boy’s smooth belly, hip and waist. His fingers itch to touch creamy softness and his mouth waters at the thought of kissing his way over all that tender skin, but he shakes his own head, not trusting his voice and also not knowing what excuse to give the boy for his refusal.
“Pleeeease?” Jared whines, looking up at him with those damn puppy eyes, “You’re better at it than momma.”
Jensen’s stomach twists with shame over the fact that he’s kissed enough boo-boos for Jared to be able to compare, and no small amount of lust, because Jared’s asking. Jensen’s only human and being presented with the chance to get his lips and hands on the boy, and that’s not something he can bring himself to turn down, even for just a few seconds. Jared has no idea what’s going through his head, and Jensen intends to keep it that way, but then his breath is completely stolen from him when the stubborn kid reaches behind himself and starts to pull his t-shirt off.
Panic sets in and Jensen steps forward, again, planning to pull it back down over the uninjured skin, at least, trying to preserve some sense of decency, to remove the temptation even when it’s harder to fight every day, when Jared gets stuck in the fabric. Any other time it would be amusing watching the boy struggle, but then he shifts and lets out a grunt, leaning over to his left side and going still. Knowing the motion has obviously hurt Jared’s side, Jensen does what he can to help, and quickly finds himself easing the boy’s right arm out of the cotton, tugging it off his head then easing it slowly over his left arm to make sure he doesn’t jostle the kid any more. Only when he blinks down at all that smooth, tantalising flesh does it hit him how screwed he actually is.
“Hurts a little more, now,” Jared says, quietly, eyes half cast down in case he’s going to get told off after Jensen already said no.
The older man sighs, dropping one hand back to Jared’s shoulder and throwing the cotton on the counter so he can grip the boy’s chin with the other, “That’s what happens when you don’t listen!” he sighs, eyes drawn to baby soft pink lips as they open to speak.
“Sorry,” the boy says, then slowly lifts his sore arm and twists a little so his whole left side is closer to Jensen, unknowingly offering himself up on a platter.
Don’t do it, the voice in Jensen’s head tells him, but he’s already wrapping his arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer and changing the angle of both of their bodies so he can reach, “No you’re not,” he says, almost against Jared’s ribs. His pulse thumps in his neck as he closes the space, breathing in the scent of the boy as his lips make contact with grazed skin. The dry skin of the healing wound catches on his lip, but somehow it feels good. He moves down a couple of inches lower and drags his lips across the warm skin, his own body temperature rising with every passing second.
Ordinarily that would be enough, quick presses of lips to skin and the psychology of the act is enough to have the boo-boos magically feeling better, though today is anything but ordinary. There are still areas of battered and bruised skin that need his attention, Jared’s asked him for help and he’s powerless not to give it. He lifts his head to look up at the boy, his need to know Jared’s not being caused any additional pain outweighing his desire. He can only see half of the young face because a skinny arm is blocking him from view, “Doin’ alright there, kiddo?”
Jared drops his arm and almost elbows Jensen in the face, a small ‘oops’ falling from his lips as he manages to control the usually wayward limb and redirect it across his chest instead of it crashing into Jensen’s nose. He looks down at his own body and tips his hip closer to Jensen, “Need to get the rest.”
Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath in and out to try and slow his heart down does nothing, but at least he tried, Jensen thinks, “You sure?” he asks. Jared lets out a long suffering sigh and rolls his eyes, wiggling his butt in that impatient way he has, which the older man smiles fondly at before leaning back into the same spot, pressing a little harder to feel the shape of Jared’s rib underneath his lips. The surprised noise the boy lets out is somehow all kinds of hot, and Jensen’s cock starts to pay more attention. He ignores it in favour of sliding down a little more, his flesh not leaving Jared’s, the drag of young skin feeling like silk under Jensen’s lips. When he reaches Jared’s waist, he wraps a hand around it to stop himself going lower, the other resting on the boy’s uninjured ribs, and tries to catch his breath. He licks his lips and he’s still so close that the tip of his tongue makes contact with Jared’s skin, and without thinking he snakes it out again for a small lick, desperate for another taste.
Jared squirms, stomach muscles clenching right before he lets out a bark of laughter and Jensen can’t help but grin up at him, “That tickle?” he asks, unnecessarily. The answer is wordless, Jared drops his hand to the top of Jensen’s head and the man’s dick twitches, thinking for a moment he’s going to be pushed lower, down on his knees so he can get his mouth between Jared’s legs. He moans at the thought of it and it snaps him back to reality. Aside from being hard and aching, and questionably having the boy semi naked in his kitchen, he’s not done anything that Jared might see as unusual. OK, he’s not actually licked Jared before, but still, the kid isn’t looking at him like he sprouted tentacles. He looks up to see a grin on the face above him, eyes sparkling with mischief as he tightens his grip on Jensen’s shoulder and all but drags his head to Jared’s belly, the muscles tensing in anticipation. Who is Jensen to refuse that?
He takes a quick breath and quickly blows a raspberry against the skin, holding Jared still when he wriggles, repeating it just to feel the flesh under his hands rippling with the movement. It brings him face to face with Jared’s belly button, and without his permission, Jensen’s tongue is suddenly tracing the outside before dipping into it. His grip on the boy tightens as his own pulse spikes, pressing his face closer, dragging his teeth over the edges, mimicking everything he wants to do to the boy’s sweet, tight hole. He moans into the damp skin, hips rocking forward, automatically seeking friction for his aching cock. Jared lets out a choked kind of noise but doesn’t push him away, so Jensen keeps working his tongue over the boy until he needs to draw away for breath. Panting into damp skin, he feels sweat starting to prickle along his hairline, the heat of both Jared’s body and his own arousal getting to him.
He pushes Jared’s legs wider apart and steps fully between them, one hand trailing up the boy’s thigh while he kisses up the centre of the skinny chest, pulling in the boy’s salty sweet smell. He looks up to see wide eyes and flushed cheeks, Jared’s lip a little red where he’s chewing on it, and Jensen’s dick blurts pre-come into his shorts, “Lie back,” he croaks, not even sure it was loud enough to be heard until Jared does exactly that, hissing a little at the cool tile under his hot skin. Jensen casts his eyes briefly over to the window, he knows the blind is closed to keep out the Texas Summer heat, and that his kitchen isn’t overlooked, but as innocent as this started, he needs to be sure nobody can see where it’s going. Pushing himself up slightly, he looks down at Jared, shaggy hair fanned out around him like a halo, skinny chest rising and falling beautifully, and a look on his face that’s all love and trust. Jensen swallows down the lump of guilt in his throat and leans forward so he’s hovering over the boy, “Tell me if you want to stop,” he says, only getting a confused look in response.
Jared’s lips are soft and wet as he captures them under his, and he has to force himself to keep the kiss gentle, not wanting to startle the boy. Each kiss he steals lasts a little longer, until he finally buries one hand in Jared’s hair, lifting the boy’s head a little closer and changing the angle so he can deepen it, gently easing soft, delicious lips wider with his own. Long fingers settle on his shoulder, but don’t push him away, so very slowly he allows the tip of his tongue to push into Jared’s mouth, just a quick taste, but it’s enough to make him moan with the pleasure of it. He doesn’t trust himself not to fuck the boy’s mouth with his tongue if he does it again, can’t do anything to frighten Jared off, so with great effort he separates their lips and presses kisses over rosy cheeks and cute little nose, instead. His chest aches with how beautiful his boy looks right now, lips swollen and spit slicked, a dazed look on his face that’s a little like awe. He strokes Jared’s cheek with the back of his hand, “That alright?” he asks, knowing it’s not even in the vicinity of.
Jared nods, a bright smile on his face, “Is that how big girls and boys kiss?” he replies.
“That’s right,” Jensen confirms, “but only when they really love each other like we do, you’re not to kiss anyone else like that, OK?”
Jared frowns and pushes up on one elbow, “Why would I wanna kiss anyone else?” Soon his expression changes and it’s as if something dreadful is dawning on him, “Is… is there somebody you love more than me?”
Jensen feels like his stomach drops somewhere around his knees because he feels nauseous and completely off kilter all at once, “No, God, sweetheart, no,” he babbles, pulling the boy upright, cupping his face like he did earlier, pressing desperate kisses all over it, “don’t say that, never say that.” He runs one hand over Jared’s neck, shoulder, collarbone, down his arm, wanting to touch everywhere at once to reassure him and get that ridiculous notion out of his young head, “There’s nobody I love more than you, Jared.” He wants to shake the boy to drive the point home, but refrains, “Do you understand me?” he asks, hearing the pleading in his own voice.
“Really?” the boy asks, little face lighting up like a Christmas tree, “Nobody?”
Jensen lets out a relieved laugh, this kid is going to give him a heart attack one of these days. There are so many things he wants to say but he knows that Jared’s far too young to understand them, and also that how he feels is beyond fucked up. He’s always been close to Jared, but since he figured out that he’s somehow, inexplicably in love with the boy, he’s not so much as been on a coffee date. He’s not had a hook-up in over a year because without Jared’s smile, his little boy smell, the heat and softness of his slender little body, Jensen’s dick just isn’t interested in anything anyone else has to offer. Brushing some stray hairs away from Jared’s wide eyes, which are sparkling with love and hero worship, he says, honestly. “Nobody, just you, I promise.”
Jared practically chokes him with how tightly he throws his arms around the older man’s neck, crushing their chests together. Jensen automatically brings his arms to wrap around the boy, feeling soft, warm skin under his hands. He buries his face in the crook of Jared’s neck, once again pulling in the smell that’s uniquely him, nuzzling and kissing, loving the feel of how soft the skin is. He finds himself stroking the bare skin of Jared’s lower back, just above his shorts, while he drags his lips up the boy’s jaw, cheek and then his pretty little mouth when the boy pulls his own head back, a fresh wave of lust hitting him when Jared does his best to kiss back. It’s obviously uncoordinated, sloppy and too enthusiastic, but right now it’s the best kiss Jensen’s ever had. He cups the back of Jared’s head and leans over the boy, pressing their upper bodies together, slowly laying him back down. When he draws back, the disappointed sound Jared makes goes straight to Jensen’s dick and within seconds, he’s painfully hard and aching, impossible not to be with what he has laid out for him.
“Wait!” Jared pants, skinny legs closing around Jensen’s waist, keeping him in place - as if he was going to go anywhere when everything he wants is right here.
“Not going anywhere, kiddo,” he says, brushing his thumb over Jared’s swollen lips, “did that feel good?”
“Uh huh,” the boy says, nodding and smiling, “can we do it again?”
“Listen, sweetheart,” Jensen says, softly, “I need you to promise me, something.” He waits for the boy to nod, “You can’t tell anyone about this, it’s just between us, do you understand?”
“Oh,” he replies, and Jensen could swear there’s disappointment on his face, “you mean it’s a secret?”
“Exactly,” Jensen replies, shakily. He smiles down at the boy and hopes it hides the fear and excitement he’s feeling, if Jared says anything it’ll mean that they’re separated for good, “our special secret. And it can only happen when you visit me, nowhere else, just in my house, OK?” Jared nods again, and Jensen leans back down to recapture those delicious lips, “Good boy,” he says, moving his lips to the smooth chin then Jared’s throat. He reaches up to take a smaller hand in his, kisses the back of it, then lays it on his own shoulder, “tap if you want me to stop, God, Jared, I wanna kiss you all over.” he says. Jared frowns but nods, opening his mouth to speak but it comes out a squeak when Jensen sucks and licks at his nipple, causing the older man to chuckle, “Feel good?”
“I…don’t know,” Jared replies, uncertainly.
“That’s OK, just relax,” Jensen assures as he does it again, swirling his tongue around the tiny nub, gently grazing it with his teeth as he lightly pinches the other. Jared is starting to sweat a little and his smell is stronger, and Jensen feels almost dizzy with arousal. He kisses over Jared’s entire ribcage, being extra careful with the bruises and scrapes, and smooths his hands over tanned skin, tracing downwards over the slightly rounded belly, and bony hips. By the time he wraps his hands around the boy’s tiny waist and licks back into that tasty belly button, Jared is panting and trembling, and Jensen’s shorts are sticking to the soaking wet head of his dick.. He wants to drop down and rut against the boy’s hip and belly until he’s coming in long spurts all over him, but somewhere his conscience is still loud in his head, telling him to take care of Jared, so he pushes aside his own needs as much as he can.
The floor tiles are hard under his knees when he sinks down onto them, kissing and nuzzling his way down Jared’s legs and feet, then up again, loving the feel of him, and the noises the boy makes. When he rests his forehead on Jared’s thigh to catch his breath, he has to fight the urge to reach up and yank the boy’s shorts down, to lavish his small cock and balls with the attention they deserve, and to spread that perfect little ass open on his tongue. He wants it, God does he want it, but he’s already on edge, and he doesn’t know how much time they have left before Jared has to leave him yet again. He startles a little when Jared’s hand scrambles for his head, opening his eyes to see the front of the boy’s shorts tented. Jensen groans, uncomfortably, it’s like Jared’s body is mocking what little self control he has left.
“Jen, it feels funny, I think I need to pee,” Jared says, panic in his voice, bringing his free hand to cover his cock and pressing down on it, but all that does is make him cry out and buck his narrow hips.
“It’s alright, baby, you won’t pee,” he says, gently covering Jared’s hand with his own and presses down a little - he’s not touching skin on skin, he rationalises - “just let it happen.” Jensen pushes up off his knees and leans back down over the boy on the counter, supporting himself with his free hand. He needs to see Jared’s face in case it gets too much and the boy does put a stop to what they’re doing, at least he’ll have the mental picture.
Jared tries to push up on his elbow but he’s trembling too much, though he does manage to hook an arm around Jensen’s neck and pull him closer, “What’s happ … oh!” he cries out, as his whole body shudders, his face a mix of pleasure and pain as he gasps through what’s got to be his first orgasm.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Jensen hisses, quickly gripping the base of his cock hard at the breathtakingly beautiful sight or he’ll lose it right there against the boy’s thigh, regardless. He squeezes a little too hard to make sure he doesn’t come, and he must make more of a pained noise than he thinks because Jared’s head pops up, looking startled.
“Jen, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he slurs, a look of utter concern on his flushed, sweaty face.
Using all the willpower he possesses, Jensen manages to stave his own orgasm off, getting his breathing somewhat under control, “Nothing,” he pants, “just banged my stomach,” is the first thing that comes to mind, lifting himself off Jared’s body and patting his belly dramatically.
“Oh,” Jared replies, looking relieved, “you gotta be more careful.”
Jensen chuckles at the sage advice he’s just been given, then dives back in for another soft kiss. The boy tries to kiss back, but he’s too tired and boneless to put in much effort, but that’s OK, Jensen is surrounded by the boy’s smell and taste, and he’ll be able to jerk off to the memory of it all, later. He pulls away to let the kid catch his breath, but when he does, Jared shifts below him, pressing their bodies together again and it puts pressure just right on Jensen’s dick, ripping another pained groan from his throat, which doesn’t go unnoticed.
Jared pushes on his shoulder, forcing Jensen to rest his weight on his palm, head lowered so the boy doesn’t see him biting his lip and struggling to regain composure again. Never one to leave things alone, Jared dips his head so he meets Jensen’s eyes, “D’ya want me to kiss it better?”
He’s not sure if it’s the complete innocence of the question or the thought of those pretty pink lips close to, or wrapped around the head of his cock that does it, but it’s enough to have Jensen hunching over like he’s been punched in the gut as he comes in his pants for the first time since he was a teenager. He has to grab onto Jared’s thigh to keep himself steady as he shoots hot and wet all over his own skin and the thin shorts he’s wearing, vaguely aware of the noises leaving his mouth as his body shakes. It feels like it goes on forever, balls aching when he’s done, and by the time he’s caught his breath a little, Jared’s looking worriedly at him, “It’s alright,” Jensen croaks, “just a stomach ache,” he lies, pulling his t-shirt down and hoping it covers the growing stain.
Jared - of course - notices the motion, eyes Jensen’s crotch, and a look of what appears to be understanding crosses his face, “Don’t worry, Jen, I used to have accidents, too,” he says as he reaches out and puts a hand on the older man’s cheek, kissing him sweetly and stroking his sweaty face, “I won’t tell, that’s our secret, too.”