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Jared remembered how he felt as he ran one massive hand down the side of Jensen’s beautiful face, fingers trailing a path over the freckle-covered skin that was being offered up so willingly to him. His kind emerald-green eyes alight with some tender emotion. Certainly, with desire, but probably love as well. Felt the soft warm hands run over his broad shoulders, pulling him close, before Jensen spread himself open so that Jared could rock into him ever so gently. Fill Jensen completely with the huge cock that he loved so much before Jared begins to move faster, with more urgency. Watch as that plush bottom lip was sucked between his perfect teeth, chewed on urgently as the emotions began to shift and change. Becoming frantic, desperate, before they sought to claim each other. With an underlying tenderness that could never be denied.
But this, this was not that. Not even in the same ballpark as that.
This – Jeffrey behind him, narrow hips driving forward mercilessly, pounding into him like there was no need for Jared to ever be able to take a seat without experiencing unbelievable discomfort for the entire rest of his existence, well, whatever the fuck this was, it needed to end. Right the fuck now. Because Jared was quite done with it. He couldn’t even say why. Because it wasn’t like it was something new. Jeffrey had always been the top in their relationship. Always used Jared’s magnificent ass to work out his aggressive tendencies. Sometimes strongly encouraged to do so by his overly eager and intentionally misbehaving younger partner, just to see how big a rise he could get out of Jeffrey. Granted, never quite like this. With such coldness, such brutality, such lack of anything resembling a good goddamn for the wellbeing of his partner.
“Off.” The guttural groan barely escaped from Jared’s constricted throat. The thick fingers that were wrapped tight around his long neck were restricting all but the very slightest amount of airflow. He could hear a low grunt in response, but Jeffrey didn’t break his rhythm, didn’t slow in his continued pummeling of Jared’s tight ass. Jeffrey just leaned in and sank his teeth into the muscle running from Jared’s neck to his shoulder. Growling in a near feral tone as he did so.
“Jeff, fuck – get – the – fuck – off – me!” Jared began to twist beneath Jeffrey, trying to pull away, to force a conclusion to the brutal interaction, but Jeffrey bears down with a strength that Jared sometimes forgets he has, and then his hips stuttered for a moment before he shot his pulsing release deep into Jared’s thoroughly abused ass. His sharp and ragged cry still ringing in Jared’s ear as Jeffrey pulled out with a halfhearted grunt and rolled to the side, finally releasing Jared’s throat from the punishing grip he had held almost too long. Jared lets his head fall forward and hit the bed, gasping in deep breaths, knowing the bruises will be difficult to cover beneath anything other than a collared button-down shirt.
“What the fuck was that?” Jared turns his angry gaze towards Jeffrey, who still lays where he had fallen once done, with his eyes closed, hand over his rapidly rising chest. A soft grunt is the only response he gives. Jared continues to glare at him, trying to wrap his head around whatever the fuck had just passed between them. Trying to figure out how it had gone so utterly and completely off the goddamn rails. “Do you have anything to say to me?” Jared can hear the absolute fury creeping into his tone, knows Jeffrey must hear it as well. It would be impossible for him to miss it, as observant as he always claims to be with every little detail.
Still, without even bothering to open his eyes or to give Jared even a cursory acknowledgement, Jeffrey responds. “Look, kid. You knew what this was when you signed up for it.” Kid. Jesus fucking Christ! KID! Jared knows he should calm the fuck down, he really truly does. He’s an FBI agent, with years of extensive training in how to deal with charged situations, so he really does know better. But this – this thing – is just too fucking much. And for once in his life, Jared is going to show Jeffrey exactly how much of a kid he isn’t.
Jared rolls quickly, hooking an arm under Jeffrey’s raised knee, pushing his leg up while wedging the bulk of his body between Jeffrey’s legs, bearing down with all of his considerable weight to hold his partner in place. He continues to push his hand upward and wraps it around Jeffrey’s exposed throat, giving a slight shake as his fingers tighten. Jared spits in his other hand and quickly finds Jeffrey’s tightly puckered hole, knowing that in the three years they’ve been together, it had never once been used. He slides a finger in past the first ring of muscle, feels Jeffrey trying to find the leverage to buck him off, trying to twist his way to freedom.
“Fuck you, old man. My goddamn turn now.” Jared grates out with more than a little venom in his tone. Jared pushes his finger back and forth several times, knowing it won’t be enough. Spit in a virgin ass will probably end badly, but right now, he really can’t be bothered to find any fucks to give. Not with the brutal manner with which Jeffrey had so harshly used him playing on repeat in his mind. Jared pushes in a second finger and feels the incredible tightness, the clench and squeeze. Jared bites into his lower lip as he continues to stare down at Jeffrey’s impassive face, with those dark whiskey-brown eyes still closed, the fight seemingly having gone out of him once he realized how much Jared had held back in all of their previous encounters. Now knowing the younger man – the kid – would be able to easily maintain the upper hand.
Jared glances over and can see the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside stand, knowing it is absolutely needed, if he doesn’t want this night to end in an unscheduled trip to the ER. Pulls his fingers free of the amazing tightness and snags it quickly, noting how Jeffrey didn’t even attempt to break free while Jared’s hold had momentarily eased up. Jared douses his thick fingers and resumes prepping Jeffrey’s tight ass, feeling one strong hand wrapped around Jared’s forearm, the other now pinned flat against his chest. Jared keeps watching Jeffrey as he continues to keep his eyes closed, acting as if by not looking it might make it less real somehow, just laying still against the soft mattress, just seemingly accepting this shocking turn of events.
Once Jared is satisfied Jeffrey is sufficiently prepped, he slicks his rock-hard cock and lines up with the virgin hole, before he slowly pushes in. His eyelids fluttering shut as he savors the exquisite clench, the heat, the tautness that surrounds him. As he sinks the rest of the way in, stopping only when he feels his balls pressed against Jeffrey’s spread ass, he leans down and rest his forehead against his reluctant partner’s own. He breathes deeply for several moments, lips a scant inch apart, when he feels a hot, wet tongue trace over them. He opens his dazed hazel eyes to stare into Jeffrey’s whiskey-brown orbs, seeing the emotion just barely being held in check.
Jared crashes his mouth down and slides his tongue inside the suddenly willingly parted lips. As he continues to wrestle with the sleek muscle he finds there, he begins to move his hips, just gently rolling them at first. Truly beginning to wonder if he is the first to take a piece out of Jeffrey’s glorious ass.
“Goddammit kid, you gonna do this, then do it right. Harder.” The gruff demand washes over Jared, and something snaps deep within him. He pushes Jeffrey’s other leg over his shoulder and spreads him wide. Looking into Jeffrey’s eyes one more time before he closes his own and loses himself in the moment. Riding the waves of emotion, the frustration at one dead end after another, the fear that they would be too late, the agony as they searched fruitlessly for Jensen; all of it came pouring out. Jared wrapped his other hand under Jeffrey’s shoulder and pulled him close, preventing him from being pushed up the bed as Jared’s hips rammed into the older man. Just pounding the ever-holy-fuck out of the man who had first been his mentor, than his rival for Jensen’s affections, and finally his lover as they united over their common purpose. To bring home their mutual lost love.
“Jesus, kid. Let me show you how it’s done.” That gravel-rough voice flowed over him, and suddenly, right at that moment, it was all Jared wanted. Down to his very core, he needed someone to take the reins and let him rest. To unconditionally surrender, to just let it all the fuck go. Jared eased up in his brutal thrusting and gasped as Jeffrey began to corkscrew his narrow hips beneath him. Wrapping his long legs tight around the narrow hips that rested between them, still moving, although much less violently now. Jared could feel the clench and release of Jeffrey’s tight channel, the fluttering of the muscle that gripped his cock so exquisitely tight.
Jared could feel the large hands on his narrow hips, helping to twist him as Jeffrey continued to work his own hips in a figure eight, it was all Jared could do to hold on. “Come on, baby boy. Come for this, old man.” That rough voice, that had never sounded anything approaching tender, not like it did now, was Jared’s undoing. He arched back as his hips drove in one final time, throat working to release some sound, but failing until he felt Jeffrey lock himself tight around him, and then his release was ripped from him. One hot pulse after another painting Jeffrey’s channel, allowing Jared to claim the virgin territory he had initially sought to take by force.
Jared collapsed on top of Jeffrey, and immediately felt the strong arms surround him, not allowing him to retreat. Heard the melodically soothing words, felt the gentle kisses against his neck. Jared shook as he tried to come back to himself, to regain his center. And as it all poured back over him, as he could review all of his actions, he shivered, until the gruff words penetrated his brain.
“You feel better now?” Jared nodded his head against Jeffrey’s shoulder, then felt a chill slide down his spine as the next soft words were spoken. “Good, because if you ever even think of doing that again, I’ll show you how it’s really done. And it won’t end until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson. Understood?”
Jared pulled back to look into Jeffrey’s whiskey-colored eyes, calm once more. After the high emotion of the past few days, it was startling to see him back in control. Buckled down. Just waiting for Jared’s response. Jared nodded again, unable to do anything more than that simple action.
Jeffrey rolled them and shifted until Jared’s now soft cock slipped free, then he grasped a handful of Jared’s shaggy hair in his fist and pulled it tight for just a moment before he released it with a heartfelt sigh. His throat seemed to be working, it took a moment, but then he finally spoke.
“I know I shouldn’t have used you like that. You were a convenient outlet, and it was wrong. I get that, believe me, I really do.” Jeffrey stared down into Jared’s eyes for a moment more before he continued. “What you did wasn’t exactly right either. But I think we can chalk it up to an aberration caused by the stress of the past couple of days. So, let’s just agree that we could’ve handled this better and then we can move on from here. Ok?”
Jared stares up at the man that he had thought he knew pretty damn well, still in a state of shock at everything that had passed between them tonight. But Jeffrey was absolutely correct. They had both erred. Both fallen down and behaved in a wildly inappropriate manner. Both having fallen victim to some very poor decision-making processes. Both had done things that were just too close to being beyond the pale.
Jared thinks back to Jeffrey just laying there, accepting everything at first, before he had become an enthusiastic participant, showing Jared that the old man still knew a few new tricks. Jared had thought it was because Jeffrey knew he was outclassed and was just going along with the inevitable. But Jared now knows that that wasn’t it at all. Jeffrey had allowed it to happen because that was how Jeffrey felt he could best apologize for his own rather egregious actions. Not necessarily with words that could be brushed aside, but with actions that would be impossible to ignore or doubt. Or in this case, his inaction in stopping Jared from using Jeffrey in a manner similar to how Jeffrey had already used his younger lover.
Jeffrey had allowed everything to come to pass, allowed Jared to think he was in control, so that Jared could figure it out on his own. And as such, the lesson would be more powerful than if Jeffrey had simply fought his way to freedom and tried to talk it out with Jared.
Jared met Jeffrey’s gaze once more and nodded. His normally rich baritone was still slightly strangled as he spoke. “I’m sorry too.”
“Well, alright then. Let’s go and see about getting our boy fixed up.”
The End