Desperate Times - 28
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hemrageChapter 27 here.
Title: Desperate Times (28/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Acts of terrorism, violence, murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters, so Jared and Jensen are safe)
Jensen’s body arched, his chest rising to meet the onslaught as Jared suckled. His breath came out, in. Ragged. Short. Pants.
“JayJayJayJay…”
Jared reveled in the power he could hold over the man beneath him, the man whose knees were clamped to his sides, tighter, tighter, with every thrust, every assault.
Jared pushed his arms between Jensen’s knees and his bruised ribs, opening Jensen up, wider as he drove in again.
Jensen keened. His words were indistinguishable as Jared increased his pace. Jensen’s head fell backwards, his neck stretched, tendon and muscle taut. Tight peaks on his chest pointing to the ceiling.
He took hold of Jensen’s cock, stroked, just the once and Jensen screamed.
“’Love you…”
Jensen tightened round him as he came, but it was those words, the ones that Jensen had never said before, that sent Jared crashing after him.
Jensen’s eyes didn’t open as Jared withdrew. As he lowered Jensen’s legs to a more comfortable position, and rolled to the side, pulling Jensen’s lax body with him. He cushioned Jensen’s head against his chest, and drew one of Jensen’s legs up, over his body.
Jensen’s soft cock rested against his thigh. He brought his hand round and stroked the full length of Jensen’s back, from his shoulder, down to the cheek of his ass.
Jensen whimpered as he touched the tender ring of muscle, as he smoothed the leaking come into that sensitized spot.
The ring twitched, quivered.
Jensen had had enough, too much, but Jared would never get tired of touching him. It was just a shame this night, this passion, had been preceded by another row.
Jared sighed.
People accused Jared of being stubborn, but Jensen was worse.
Much, much worse.
Additional complications!
What the hell did that even mean?
For the last three days those words had replayed themselves over and over inside Jared’s head. Jeff wouldn’t tell him what he meant, no matter how hard he pressed, and Jensen insisted that Jared’s imagination was getting the better of him.
That he was worrying over nothing.
Jensen shared his bed, was more than happy to talk about other things, but he’d laughed off Jared’s concern.
Jared didn’t want to call Jensen a liar but…
Jensen moved a little, just a little, and Jared held himself still in the hope that Jensen wouldn’t wake – not yet.
He relished this time. This time when he could look and touch and not have to ask, and worry and question.
Was Jensen in denial, lying to himself too? Was he trying to protect Jared?
He loved this man, loved him with a passion he didn’t know he could feel, and he couldn’t bear that even the slightest possibility of losing him existed.
Additional complications implied it was more than a slight possibility.
He would rather Jensen lost the baby than his life, though he knew he’d never be able to tell Jensen about the way he was thinking.
If it came down to it though, if he had to choose, he’d choose Jensen.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Even if it meant Jensen ended up hating him.
He had to know what he was facing. Jensen had to tell him, even if he didn’t want to.
As he brushed Jensen’s sweat damp hair off his face his eyes fluttered open, but they closed again moments later. His face softened out in sleep before Jared could tell him that he loved him too.
San Claire had a population of exactly thirty three.
The small town wasn’t dying, it was dead – it just hadn’t been buried yet.
Clinging on desperately by their finger nails, the remaining residents refused to accept it was over. They whitewashed fences, prevented abandoned buildings from falling into disrepair and they welcomed new arrivals with open arms. But, with a total female population of three, all over fifty, there wasn’t much of a chance of resurrection.
The place must have been thriving thirty, even twenty years earlier, but recession had closed most of the businesses and the fall in birth rates had closed the school. That had been enough to prompt the remaining families to depart.
Everyone else had followed.
Well, almost everyone.
San Claire was far enough away from the camp that no-one around here even knew it existed. It was close enough that Sam didn’t need to be away too long.
‘Pearl’s’ bar was anything but deserted. On the few occasions he’d ventured here half of the male population of town seemed to be here too. When you’ve nothing else, getting drunk and staying that way probably isn’t a terrible way to spend your time.
Pearl was behind the bar. The long gray hair pinned to the top of her head slipped slightly as she threw the drink in front of her over the man leering from this side of the bar. It seemed that, even at her advanced years, she was able to attract a lot of male attention.
But it wasn’t as if she had much competition.
Sam held up two fingers, “Two beers.” Pearl slid two open bottles across the bar towards Sam as he dropped a couple of bills down to pay for them.
Chris was sat at a table, facing the entrance, which meant Sam had to sit with his back to it. Not something he was particularly happy with, but Chris arrived here first and Sam just had to wear it.
“So why we meeting here and not back at camp?”
Sam shook his head, not wanting to go there yet. Once he settled on that topic everything else would slide and he needed to be brought up to date first. “Not even a hello, nice to see you Sam? You wound me.”
Sam took a small sip of beer, wary of the homemade label, his stomach rebelled, but it wouldn’t stop him having another if Chris finally buckled and bought a round. Nah, what was he thinking? Chris never bought a round. “The Center hasn’t reopened yet – any idea why?”
Chris smirked, “A little problem with their construction crew.”
From the look on Chris’ face Sam didn’t need to ask whether or not the problems had been created by members of the Network. It wouldn’t surprise him if there were more delays before it could reopen its doors. “Those poor directors must be so pissed.”
The Network hadn’t stopped working just because they’d lost one operative. The movement was bigger than one person – though it was almost a physical pain to admit Sarah had been nothing more than one small cog in a bigger machine.
One that could be replaced.
“What about that other thing I asked you to look into?”
Chris took a mouthful of beer from the bottle before he answered, he didn’t seem to mind the taste. “You’re going soft, you know that?”
“It’s important Chris.” Sam didn’t need to be judged right now. Chris had already told him that he needed to get back in the saddle, feel the adrenaline rush. Toughen up.
He was right. Sam just wasn’t prepared to admit it quite yet.
“So you said. Look, I got a message to the family. They’re making preparations.”
“Thanks.” He drained the bottle, grimacing. The beer really was foul. Probably brewed on the premises.
“Yeah, right.” Chris finished his beer and then looked at him, intensely. “So enough of this bull. Why are we here? I thought you didn’t like to leave your pet Gestate unprotected.”
Sam gritted his teeth. Jensen’s safety had been Sarah’s priority, he wasn’t about to fail her in that too. “You were right about the leak. I just haven’t known what to do about it – until now.”
“You mean you’ve not taken care of it? You really have gone fucking soft.” Chris sounded disgusted. He dropped the empty bottle onto the table and glared menacingly at the nearby men who glanced over when it fell to its side, rolled, and smashed on the floor.
They quickly turned away.
Sam leaned forward, stopped Chris with a smile. “I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy my plan.”
Jared’s finger slipped between the cheeks of Jensen’s ass, the lube and come prevented any resistance. As Jensen started to regain awareness he held him tighter, pushed deeper, stroked over his prostate and felt the swell of Jensen’s awakened erection against his thigh.
“Welcome back love.”
Jared rolled the smaller man onto his back before crawling down his body, placing open mouthed kisses across his belly, along his groin. He sucked the growing dick into his mouth and let his senses drown in the smell of Jensen, the taste of him.
Jensen’s hands tugged lightly at his hair and Jared smiled round the fullness of Jensen’s cock. He held the slim man’s hips still as they began to move, small thrusting motions all Jensen could accomplish.
Jared was determined to set the pace. This time Jensen would have to wait to come.
Jensen whined as a finger was pushed into him again. Wailed as a second joined it, stretching muscle that was already sore and swollen.
He nuzzled into his groin, smoothed his cheek against the bare skin. He’d never tell Jensen, but he loved that the man was hairless, that he could lick him all over and get nothing but the pure essence of the man on his tongue.
He nibbled at Jensen’s balls, drawing thin slivers of skin into his mouth and sucking. All the while moving his fingers, in, out, driving Jensen closer.
“Please, Jay.”
Jared took Jensen’s whole length again, swallowed round the head before rising and licking across the weeping crown.
He felt Jensen tense.
Too soon, too soon.
Not yet, love.
He withdrew his fingers and let Jensen slip from his mouth.
“Jared?”
“Not ready to let you come yet Jen. Not yet. You’ll be begging me first.”
Once he was sure Jensen was aware enough for him to continue he swallowed him again. Alternating between deep throating him and teasing the head. He pushed his tongue into the slit before grazing his teeth along the frenulum.
As Jensen whimpered Jared added another finger to the assault on his ass.
Stretched him wide.
Jensen was about to come again and Jared formed a ring around the base of Jensen’s cock, stopped him from finding release.
“Please Jay, please. I need ….”
“Shh…”
Jared refused to feel guilty as he moved up Jensen’s body, pulled his legs up and pushed them back toward Jensen’s chest.
He looked down between their bodies at the swell of Jensen’s stomach.
He needed to know.
He pushed inside.
Bottomed out in one swift push.
Jensen’s glazed eyes sought his, Jared held them.
“Tell me.”
He thrust in.
“What?”
“Tell me.”
He thrust on every word. Every syllable spoken as he exhaled. His pace set by what he wanted to say, the force echoed his desire for answers.
“I don’t know what you want me to say?” Jensen shook his head.
Jared pulled out and pressed back in.
“Add-i-tion-al com-pli-ca-tions, Jen. Tell. Me.”
Jensen whined, high pitched, distressed.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“Tell. Me.”
Jared brought his hand down to hold Jensen’s cock again, tighter on every thrust.
He picked up the pace.
Harder.
Faster.
He watched the tears slip from the corners of Jensen’s eyes and his heart threatened to break. What the hell was he doing?
He had to let him go.
Had to let him come.
Jensen did.
Jared thrust one last time into Jensen’s body and shuddered as he came inside him, collapsing on top, feeling Jensen’s spent cock twitch, valiantly between them.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into Jensen’s ear.
Jensen kissed him … and then he told him.
Part 29
Title: Desperate Times (28/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Acts of terrorism, violence, murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters, so Jared and Jensen are safe)
Jensen’s body arched, his chest rising to meet the onslaught as Jared suckled. His breath came out, in. Ragged. Short. Pants.
“JayJayJayJay…”
Jared reveled in the power he could hold over the man beneath him, the man whose knees were clamped to his sides, tighter, tighter, with every thrust, every assault.
Jared pushed his arms between Jensen’s knees and his bruised ribs, opening Jensen up, wider as he drove in again.
Jensen keened. His words were indistinguishable as Jared increased his pace. Jensen’s head fell backwards, his neck stretched, tendon and muscle taut. Tight peaks on his chest pointing to the ceiling.
He took hold of Jensen’s cock, stroked, just the once and Jensen screamed.
“’Love you…”
Jensen tightened round him as he came, but it was those words, the ones that Jensen had never said before, that sent Jared crashing after him.
Jensen’s eyes didn’t open as Jared withdrew. As he lowered Jensen’s legs to a more comfortable position, and rolled to the side, pulling Jensen’s lax body with him. He cushioned Jensen’s head against his chest, and drew one of Jensen’s legs up, over his body.
Jensen’s soft cock rested against his thigh. He brought his hand round and stroked the full length of Jensen’s back, from his shoulder, down to the cheek of his ass.
Jensen whimpered as he touched the tender ring of muscle, as he smoothed the leaking come into that sensitized spot.
The ring twitched, quivered.
Jensen had had enough, too much, but Jared would never get tired of touching him. It was just a shame this night, this passion, had been preceded by another row.
Jared sighed.
People accused Jared of being stubborn, but Jensen was worse.
Much, much worse.
Additional complications!
What the hell did that even mean?
For the last three days those words had replayed themselves over and over inside Jared’s head. Jeff wouldn’t tell him what he meant, no matter how hard he pressed, and Jensen insisted that Jared’s imagination was getting the better of him.
That he was worrying over nothing.
Jensen shared his bed, was more than happy to talk about other things, but he’d laughed off Jared’s concern.
Jared didn’t want to call Jensen a liar but…
Jensen moved a little, just a little, and Jared held himself still in the hope that Jensen wouldn’t wake – not yet.
He relished this time. This time when he could look and touch and not have to ask, and worry and question.
Was Jensen in denial, lying to himself too? Was he trying to protect Jared?
He loved this man, loved him with a passion he didn’t know he could feel, and he couldn’t bear that even the slightest possibility of losing him existed.
Additional complications implied it was more than a slight possibility.
He would rather Jensen lost the baby than his life, though he knew he’d never be able to tell Jensen about the way he was thinking.
If it came down to it though, if he had to choose, he’d choose Jensen.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Even if it meant Jensen ended up hating him.
He had to know what he was facing. Jensen had to tell him, even if he didn’t want to.
As he brushed Jensen’s sweat damp hair off his face his eyes fluttered open, but they closed again moments later. His face softened out in sleep before Jared could tell him that he loved him too.
San Claire had a population of exactly thirty three.
The small town wasn’t dying, it was dead – it just hadn’t been buried yet.
Clinging on desperately by their finger nails, the remaining residents refused to accept it was over. They whitewashed fences, prevented abandoned buildings from falling into disrepair and they welcomed new arrivals with open arms. But, with a total female population of three, all over fifty, there wasn’t much of a chance of resurrection.
The place must have been thriving thirty, even twenty years earlier, but recession had closed most of the businesses and the fall in birth rates had closed the school. That had been enough to prompt the remaining families to depart.
Everyone else had followed.
Well, almost everyone.
San Claire was far enough away from the camp that no-one around here even knew it existed. It was close enough that Sam didn’t need to be away too long.
‘Pearl’s’ bar was anything but deserted. On the few occasions he’d ventured here half of the male population of town seemed to be here too. When you’ve nothing else, getting drunk and staying that way probably isn’t a terrible way to spend your time.
Pearl was behind the bar. The long gray hair pinned to the top of her head slipped slightly as she threw the drink in front of her over the man leering from this side of the bar. It seemed that, even at her advanced years, she was able to attract a lot of male attention.
But it wasn’t as if she had much competition.
Sam held up two fingers, “Two beers.” Pearl slid two open bottles across the bar towards Sam as he dropped a couple of bills down to pay for them.
Chris was sat at a table, facing the entrance, which meant Sam had to sit with his back to it. Not something he was particularly happy with, but Chris arrived here first and Sam just had to wear it.
“So why we meeting here and not back at camp?”
Sam shook his head, not wanting to go there yet. Once he settled on that topic everything else would slide and he needed to be brought up to date first. “Not even a hello, nice to see you Sam? You wound me.”
Sam took a small sip of beer, wary of the homemade label, his stomach rebelled, but it wouldn’t stop him having another if Chris finally buckled and bought a round. Nah, what was he thinking? Chris never bought a round. “The Center hasn’t reopened yet – any idea why?”
Chris smirked, “A little problem with their construction crew.”
From the look on Chris’ face Sam didn’t need to ask whether or not the problems had been created by members of the Network. It wouldn’t surprise him if there were more delays before it could reopen its doors. “Those poor directors must be so pissed.”
The Network hadn’t stopped working just because they’d lost one operative. The movement was bigger than one person – though it was almost a physical pain to admit Sarah had been nothing more than one small cog in a bigger machine.
One that could be replaced.
“What about that other thing I asked you to look into?”
Chris took a mouthful of beer from the bottle before he answered, he didn’t seem to mind the taste. “You’re going soft, you know that?”
“It’s important Chris.” Sam didn’t need to be judged right now. Chris had already told him that he needed to get back in the saddle, feel the adrenaline rush. Toughen up.
He was right. Sam just wasn’t prepared to admit it quite yet.
“So you said. Look, I got a message to the family. They’re making preparations.”
“Thanks.” He drained the bottle, grimacing. The beer really was foul. Probably brewed on the premises.
“Yeah, right.” Chris finished his beer and then looked at him, intensely. “So enough of this bull. Why are we here? I thought you didn’t like to leave your pet Gestate unprotected.”
Sam gritted his teeth. Jensen’s safety had been Sarah’s priority, he wasn’t about to fail her in that too. “You were right about the leak. I just haven’t known what to do about it – until now.”
“You mean you’ve not taken care of it? You really have gone fucking soft.” Chris sounded disgusted. He dropped the empty bottle onto the table and glared menacingly at the nearby men who glanced over when it fell to its side, rolled, and smashed on the floor.
They quickly turned away.
Sam leaned forward, stopped Chris with a smile. “I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy my plan.”
Jared’s finger slipped between the cheeks of Jensen’s ass, the lube and come prevented any resistance. As Jensen started to regain awareness he held him tighter, pushed deeper, stroked over his prostate and felt the swell of Jensen’s awakened erection against his thigh.
“Welcome back love.”
Jared rolled the smaller man onto his back before crawling down his body, placing open mouthed kisses across his belly, along his groin. He sucked the growing dick into his mouth and let his senses drown in the smell of Jensen, the taste of him.
Jensen’s hands tugged lightly at his hair and Jared smiled round the fullness of Jensen’s cock. He held the slim man’s hips still as they began to move, small thrusting motions all Jensen could accomplish.
Jared was determined to set the pace. This time Jensen would have to wait to come.
Jensen whined as a finger was pushed into him again. Wailed as a second joined it, stretching muscle that was already sore and swollen.
He nuzzled into his groin, smoothed his cheek against the bare skin. He’d never tell Jensen, but he loved that the man was hairless, that he could lick him all over and get nothing but the pure essence of the man on his tongue.
He nibbled at Jensen’s balls, drawing thin slivers of skin into his mouth and sucking. All the while moving his fingers, in, out, driving Jensen closer.
“Please, Jay.”
Jared took Jensen’s whole length again, swallowed round the head before rising and licking across the weeping crown.
He felt Jensen tense.
Too soon, too soon.
Not yet, love.
He withdrew his fingers and let Jensen slip from his mouth.
“Jared?”
“Not ready to let you come yet Jen. Not yet. You’ll be begging me first.”
Once he was sure Jensen was aware enough for him to continue he swallowed him again. Alternating between deep throating him and teasing the head. He pushed his tongue into the slit before grazing his teeth along the frenulum.
As Jensen whimpered Jared added another finger to the assault on his ass.
Stretched him wide.
Jensen was about to come again and Jared formed a ring around the base of Jensen’s cock, stopped him from finding release.
“Please Jay, please. I need ….”
“Shh…”
Jared refused to feel guilty as he moved up Jensen’s body, pulled his legs up and pushed them back toward Jensen’s chest.
He looked down between their bodies at the swell of Jensen’s stomach.
He needed to know.
He pushed inside.
Bottomed out in one swift push.
Jensen’s glazed eyes sought his, Jared held them.
“Tell me.”
He thrust in.
“What?”
“Tell me.”
He thrust on every word. Every syllable spoken as he exhaled. His pace set by what he wanted to say, the force echoed his desire for answers.
“I don’t know what you want me to say?” Jensen shook his head.
Jared pulled out and pressed back in.
“Add-i-tion-al com-pli-ca-tions, Jen. Tell. Me.”
Jensen whined, high pitched, distressed.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“Tell. Me.”
Jared brought his hand down to hold Jensen’s cock again, tighter on every thrust.
He picked up the pace.
Harder.
Faster.
He watched the tears slip from the corners of Jensen’s eyes and his heart threatened to break. What the hell was he doing?
He had to let him go.
Had to let him come.
Jensen did.
Jared thrust one last time into Jensen’s body and shuddered as he came inside him, collapsing on top, feeling Jensen’s spent cock twitch, valiantly between them.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into Jensen’s ear.
Jensen kissed him … and then he told him.
Part 29
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Date: 2008-10-05 11:11 pm (UTC)I don't want to put you off reading - but you do appreciate it's going to be long right?