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Entry tags:
Burns Like Fire, Supernatural RPS, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Burns Like Fire
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen/Jared, implied Jeff/Steve/Chris/Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
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50kinkyways Table
Prompt: 32 Branding
Word Count: 877
Summary: Jensen needs something in the wake of Jared's confession and what it triggered. Jeff and Jared give him what he needs.
A/Ns & Warnings: Daddy!kink (is this even a warning for this verse?), branding, pain!kink.
The sun had set almost an hour before and Jeff should be rousing his sleeping boys and set them all off home. The afternoon had served its purpose, easing the remaining tension between them, despite Jared’s bumpy trip down memory lane.
He’d suspected something in Jared’s past but had never pressed. He was just glad Jensen had picked up on it as fast as he did. Of course, he expected that would mean he’d have to deal with Jensen soon enough. He’d seen the discomfort and Jared’s confession had probably triggered him too.
The fire over which they’d cooked was burning low, casting their faces in a soft red glow. Jeff eased to his feet and went to where Chris was dozing with his head on Steve’s thigh.
“Hey.” He brushed a hand over his face and Chris drew in a deep breath.
Chris looked bewildered. “You fell asleep.”
Chris drew in a breath and stretched, tapping Steve’s leg. “Got dark.”
Jeff nodded. “You two should head out. I’ll get Jared and Jensen.”
They roused themselves and made for Chris’ truck. Jeff followed. “Have a good trip. I’ll see you when you get back.”
Steve waved as they pulled out and Jeff sighed, turning to find Jensen squatting beside the fire, playing with a long stick, poking at the coals.
He didn’t say anything, but there was a wave of need rolling off of him that Jeff couldn’t ignore. Jensen held the stick up, staring at its glowing end, holding it way too close to his face.
Jeff crossed the space between them and took the stick. “Daddy.” Jensen barely breathed the word as he stood. He was painfully hard in his boxers, his cock peeking out and dribbling.
“Tell me.” Jeff said gruffly.
Jensen’s eyes tracked the glowing end of the stick, then came back to Jeff. He swallowed hard. Jeff nodded, knowing. “Where?”
Jensen shook his head, already past words. Jared was looking at them now and Jeff slowly stuck the stick back into the coals before beckoning Jared to them. “Stand still.”
Jeff put Jared behind him, pushing Jensen into Jared’s long body. His hands slid down Jensen’s arms to his hands, drawing them up until he could fold those hands behind Jared’s neck. “Hold him.”
Jared’s arms came up around Jensen, threading through his elbows and twining together behind Jensen’s neck.
Jeff’s hand circled Jensen’s leaking cock and stroked it. With his other hand he reached for the stick, holding it up for a second and watching the flames lick over its end. He blew across it, watching the red brighten and glow.
Jensen hissed as it neared his skin, then held his breath, his eyes leaving the glowing tip and latching on to Jeff’s eyes. Slowly, Jeff continued jacking him and just as slowly, moved the red-hot poker toward Jensen.
They were both holding their breath as the heat bit into tender skin under Jensen’s arm, high, near the armpit. Jensen whimpered, then cried out and as Jeff’s hand dropped the stick back into the fire, Jensen came, spilling into Jeff’s hands. He slumped toward Jeff as he finished and Jeff caught him, held him.
Slowly he eased the three of them to the ground. Jensen sobbed once, then was pressing his lips to Jeff’s, kissing him sloppily. There still were no words, just frantic kissing and Jensen pulling Jared in with him. Jared’s hands pushed at Jensen’s boxers, working them down and tossing them away.
Jeff rolled them until Jensen was on the bottom with Jared draped over him. Jensen’s legs fell open and Jared groaned. Jeff’s hand fumbled for the bottle of lube on the nearby table, drizzling it into Jared’s outstretched hand, then over his own cock.
Jensen’s whimpers told him that Jared had found his way into Jensen’s ass, even as Jeff rose up to sink into Jared. For a long moment they lay that way, all together and breathing hard, then Jared pushed against Jeff to pull out of Jensen.
Jeff set a bruising pace then, pushing into Jared and pushing Jared into Jensen. Jared was mouthing profanities into Jensen’s chest and Jeff let his hand slip down to Jensen’s arm, sliding up it from where his hand held Jared’s shoulder until his thumb could press into the burn.
Jensen bucked under them and Jared cursed. Jeff bit into his shoulder and pressed against the burn. The smell of sex filled the air as Jared slipped out of Jensen and came and Jensen’s cock leaked a little more. Jeff pushed Jared forward and came himself, collapsing forward, then rolling off.
He let the boys lay there while he found their clothes and something to clean them up. They rose wordlessly and set about getting ready to leave. Jeff pulled Jensen aside and held up his arm. “Let me see.”
It wasn’t bad, but he would know it was there for a few days. He pulled the first aid kit out of his trunk and came back with the burn ointment. After he’d treated the wound, his pulled Jensen to him with a hand behind his head. His kiss was soft though. “You okay?”
Jensen nodded and inhaled deeply.
“Get yourself into the car. It’s a long drive.”
Title: Burns Like Fire
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen/Jared, implied Jeff/Steve/Chris/Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
For my
50kinkyways TablePrompt: 32 Branding
Word Count: 877
Summary: Jensen needs something in the wake of Jared's confession and what it triggered. Jeff and Jared give him what he needs.
A/Ns & Warnings: Daddy!kink (is this even a warning for this verse?), branding, pain!kink.
The sun had set almost an hour before and Jeff should be rousing his sleeping boys and set them all off home. The afternoon had served its purpose, easing the remaining tension between them, despite Jared’s bumpy trip down memory lane.
He’d suspected something in Jared’s past but had never pressed. He was just glad Jensen had picked up on it as fast as he did. Of course, he expected that would mean he’d have to deal with Jensen soon enough. He’d seen the discomfort and Jared’s confession had probably triggered him too.
The fire over which they’d cooked was burning low, casting their faces in a soft red glow. Jeff eased to his feet and went to where Chris was dozing with his head on Steve’s thigh.
“Hey.” He brushed a hand over his face and Chris drew in a deep breath.
Chris looked bewildered. “You fell asleep.”
Chris drew in a breath and stretched, tapping Steve’s leg. “Got dark.”
Jeff nodded. “You two should head out. I’ll get Jared and Jensen.”
They roused themselves and made for Chris’ truck. Jeff followed. “Have a good trip. I’ll see you when you get back.”
Steve waved as they pulled out and Jeff sighed, turning to find Jensen squatting beside the fire, playing with a long stick, poking at the coals.
He didn’t say anything, but there was a wave of need rolling off of him that Jeff couldn’t ignore. Jensen held the stick up, staring at its glowing end, holding it way too close to his face.
Jeff crossed the space between them and took the stick. “Daddy.” Jensen barely breathed the word as he stood. He was painfully hard in his boxers, his cock peeking out and dribbling.
“Tell me.” Jeff said gruffly.
Jensen’s eyes tracked the glowing end of the stick, then came back to Jeff. He swallowed hard. Jeff nodded, knowing. “Where?”
Jensen shook his head, already past words. Jared was looking at them now and Jeff slowly stuck the stick back into the coals before beckoning Jared to them. “Stand still.”
Jeff put Jared behind him, pushing Jensen into Jared’s long body. His hands slid down Jensen’s arms to his hands, drawing them up until he could fold those hands behind Jared’s neck. “Hold him.”
Jared’s arms came up around Jensen, threading through his elbows and twining together behind Jensen’s neck.
Jeff’s hand circled Jensen’s leaking cock and stroked it. With his other hand he reached for the stick, holding it up for a second and watching the flames lick over its end. He blew across it, watching the red brighten and glow.
Jensen hissed as it neared his skin, then held his breath, his eyes leaving the glowing tip and latching on to Jeff’s eyes. Slowly, Jeff continued jacking him and just as slowly, moved the red-hot poker toward Jensen.
They were both holding their breath as the heat bit into tender skin under Jensen’s arm, high, near the armpit. Jensen whimpered, then cried out and as Jeff’s hand dropped the stick back into the fire, Jensen came, spilling into Jeff’s hands. He slumped toward Jeff as he finished and Jeff caught him, held him.
Slowly he eased the three of them to the ground. Jensen sobbed once, then was pressing his lips to Jeff’s, kissing him sloppily. There still were no words, just frantic kissing and Jensen pulling Jared in with him. Jared’s hands pushed at Jensen’s boxers, working them down and tossing them away.
Jeff rolled them until Jensen was on the bottom with Jared draped over him. Jensen’s legs fell open and Jared groaned. Jeff’s hand fumbled for the bottle of lube on the nearby table, drizzling it into Jared’s outstretched hand, then over his own cock.
Jensen’s whimpers told him that Jared had found his way into Jensen’s ass, even as Jeff rose up to sink into Jared. For a long moment they lay that way, all together and breathing hard, then Jared pushed against Jeff to pull out of Jensen.
Jeff set a bruising pace then, pushing into Jared and pushing Jared into Jensen. Jared was mouthing profanities into Jensen’s chest and Jeff let his hand slip down to Jensen’s arm, sliding up it from where his hand held Jared’s shoulder until his thumb could press into the burn.
Jensen bucked under them and Jared cursed. Jeff bit into his shoulder and pressed against the burn. The smell of sex filled the air as Jared slipped out of Jensen and came and Jensen’s cock leaked a little more. Jeff pushed Jared forward and came himself, collapsing forward, then rolling off.
He let the boys lay there while he found their clothes and something to clean them up. They rose wordlessly and set about getting ready to leave. Jeff pulled Jensen aside and held up his arm. “Let me see.”
It wasn’t bad, but he would know it was there for a few days. He pulled the first aid kit out of his trunk and came back with the burn ointment. After he’d treated the wound, his pulled Jensen to him with a hand behind his head. His kiss was soft though. “You okay?”
Jensen nodded and inhaled deeply.
“Get yourself into the car. It’s a long drive.”