Christmas

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A/N: Don't click on this link yet. You'll find in the story where to click on it. ;) This is Jensen's present to Jared. LINK IS EXTREMELY NOT WORK SAFE!!!
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Jensen stands in the spare room at his parents' house and stares at the bed all nicely made up for Jared.

"You're kidding," Jared whispers in his ear from behind him. "For one, that bed is about two feet too short for me, and also, are they serious?"

"I think they are," Jensen says gloomily, walking out into the hallway and looking down towards his own bedroom, on the other side of the house and a long way away. His dad appears at the top of the stairs, carrying Jared's bag, and smiles.

"Hope it's okay," he says as Jared and Jensen move aside to let him through.

"Uh, yeah," Jared says uncomfortably. Jensen sighs and pulls his dad out into the hallway for a little chat.

"Something wrong, son?" his dad asks.

"Dad, in case you haven't noticed, Jared's 6'4. He's not really going to fit into that single bed. Why not just put him in my room? Where there's, y'know, a queen size bed?"

Jensen's dad frowns. "Now, Jensen, I don't think..."

"Dad. I'm 23. I think I'm old enough to be sleeping in the same bed as my boyfriend, don't you? And since we're never going to be able to get married, the whole 'no sex before marriage' thing is a bit pointless, I'd say."

Jensen's dad reddens. "Jensen, you can do what you like in your own home, alright? But when you're staying with us, you're gonna respect our wishes. Jared stays in the spare room." And with that, he heads back downstairs, leaving Jensen steaming.

"No luck, then," Jared says, poking his head round the door of the spare room.

"God damned narrow minded... you know, they always let Josh and his girlfriend share a room whenever they visit." Jensen's nearly livid with rage. He'd known it would be a bit strange to bring Jared here for Christmas, but he'd forgotten how much difficulty his parents had with various aspects of his life. "I'd hoped they'd've accepted me by now, or something. I guess not."

"Hey, no biggie," Jared says, coming up to Jensen and pressing their foreheads together. "I'll just sneak into your room every night. They'll never know."

"Course you will," Jensen says breezily. "I'd be shocked if you didn't."

***

When Jensen sees who his parents have invited for dinner, he feels his face drain of all color and has to force himself not to run and hide. Oliver Parsons, the minister of his parents' church, is all smiles, but his son Mark, blond-haired-blue-eyed Mark, has eyes only for Jensen. Gritting his teeth, Jensen smiles at them both and drags his father off to the kitchen at the earliest opportunity.

"You invited Mark," he says bluntly, his fingers itching to curl into a fist and hit someone.

"Yes," his dad says calmly. "He's home for Christmas as well, and it would have been rude to only invite Oliver and leave Mark at home."

"So that's all this is," Jensen says. "Just being polite, are you? No ulterior motives?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen's dad says, his face filled with confusion.

"Oh, I don't know, dad," Jensen bites out. "Maybe the fact that Mark and I used to go out? Didn't you think that might make it a little uncomfortable?"

Jensen's dad chuckles. "That was a long time ago, Jensen," he says, clapping his son on the shoulder, "I'm sure you two can get along just fine now." He winks, and heads back into the living room, leaving Jensen fuming in the kitchen. The moment Jensen's dad vanishes, Jared appears, looking concerned.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Fine," Jensen says. "Just wondering what the fuck my parents were thinking inviting my ex boyfriend to dinner." He leaves the kitchen before Jared can demand an explanation, and finds that his parents have carefully arranged the seating plan in the living room so the only place he can sit down is next to Mark. However, the smug smiles on the faces of his parents change to frowns when Jared comes back in and Jensen beckons him over to sit on the arm of the couch next to him, a possessive arm around Jensen's shoulders.

It's not much better at dinner. Jared is seated at the other end of the table, and Jensen finds himself right next to Mark again. He grits his teeth again and all but ignores him during dinner, giving short answers to any questions Mark asks him, and showing no interest in whatever Mark has to say. His mother frowns at him for his bad manners, but by this time Jensen honestly doesn't give a fuck. Jared's stuck at the other end of the table making small talk with Jensen's dad and Oliver, and Jensen can tell by the look on Jared's face that he's not getting far with either of them.

Jensen's coming back from the bathroom when he meets Mark in the hallway.

"Jensen," he says quietly, and Jensen stares stonily back at him.

"Something you wanted?" he asks, stopping a fair distance away from Mark. Mark steps forward to close the gap, and Jensen steps back.

"Just wanted to see how you were," Mark says breezily, grinning when he sees Jensen flinch away from him. "Nice boyfriend. How old is he, sixteen?"

"Nineteen," Jensen mumbles. Inside, he's cursing and railing at himself for being so damned weak, for not standing up for himself and Jared, but he can't; he's stuttering and mumbling again, and Mark knows just how to take advantage.

"Bet he wonders who taught you all that kinky shit you like to get up to," Mark whispers, pinning Jensen to the wall and putting his hands on either side of his head. "He looks so innocent. You ever tell him what you're really like? Bet he wouldn't think the sun shone out your ass if he found that out..."

Jensen's stomach churns and his face twists up at the implication that Jared would be so shallow. He shoves Mark's hands away and pushes himself out from the wall, away from Mark's presence. "Get the fuck out of my house," he says calmly, "and I swear, if you ever talk to me or Jared again, you're gonna regret it."

Mark backs away, the smug confidence in his face vanishing in the face of Jensen's defiance. He sneers a little, but whatever he was going to say is lost when Jared comes into the hallway, standing just behind Mark and almost looming over the shorter guy without even trying. "Jensen? Something wrong?" he asks, and Jensen shakes his head.

"Mark and his dad were just leaving," he says, and Mark doesn't say a word.

***

After the Parsons leave, Jensen's in the kitchen refilling drinks when his mother comes in, her face dark with anger.

"Jensen, that was very rude the way you spoke to Mark! I thought I raised you better than that."

Jensen bites his lip and remembers not to swear. "How dare you," he says quietly. "How dare you try to force him on me, especially after what he did to me."

"What on earth are you talking about?" his mother says, frowning in confusion. Jensen's sick of it, so fucking sick of his parents pretending they don't know what's going on.

"I broke up with Mark for a reason, mom. A pretty good reason, too. And I really don't appreciate you trying to interfere in my life. If you and dad can't accept the fact that Jared and I are together, and happy, then we're leaving tomorrow.

"Jensen..."

"I'm not kidding, mom. Either you and dad pull your act together, or we go."

His mom takes a step back, her face falling. "You're right," she sighs. "I'm sorry, Jensen, but you and Mark were so happy together before you went to San Antonio. We thought... I guess we thought that if you saw him again you might change your mind."

Jensen laughs. "Not likely," he says. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and move Jared's bag into my room, where it should be."

He heads upstairs before his mom can reply, and manages to resist the urge to punch the wall once he's out of sight.

***

Jensen's sitting in the music room in front of the grand piano, letting his mind wander as he plays music he thought he'd forgotten. His fingers remember, though, and as his thoughts head in different directions, he plays with ease and confidence.

"Didn't know you could play," a rough voice interrupts. Jensen starts violently, knocking the music off the stand, and turns to see Jared leaning in the doorway.

"Thought you were in bed," Jensen murmurs. "Are mom and dad asleep?"

"Yeah, I heard them snoring when I went past. Needed a drink," Jared says, indicating the glass of water in his hand. He comes over and puts the glass down on a sideboard before slipping in between Jensen and the piano. The lid of the piano is closed, and Jared hoists himself up so he's perched on the edge, his legs spread around Jensen's body, almost like he's protecting him.

"Something on your mind?" Jensen asks.

"Something's on your mind, Jen," Jared replies quietly. "Why were you so pissed off about Mark? I mean, I get that you were annoyed your parents seemed dead set on you guys getting back together, but this is beyond that, man."

"You gotta promise to hear me out," Jensen says, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. "You gotta promise, Jared."

"Dude," Jared says, his face creasing up into a frown, "I'm not gonna judge you. Why're you so scared?"

Jensen leans back and rubs his hands up and down his thighs, picking bits of lint off the legs of his pants as he bites his lip and considers what to say.

"I must've been about fourteen when I first realized I liked guys. I never told anyone. Not even my closest friends. The minister in church kept going on and on, every fucking Sunday, about how evil it was to be homosexual, how it was a terrible sin and homosexuals were all going to hell."

"I've heard it all too, man," Jared says quietly. "Not like you did - I mean, I never went to church - but I've heard it all."

Jensen plows on. "There was a senior at my school who found out somehow, I don't know how. And he cornered me one day after school, in the locker room. He, uh. We jerked each other off. He made me swear never to tell anyone, and I never did. God, I was such an idiot. Thought the sun shone out his ass. We fucked around a bit that year but he turned on me just before he graduated, called me a dumb kid, forced me to suck his dick, turned real nasty."

"Jesus," Jared breathes. "And you were what, fourteen? That's fucking abuse!"

"Nah, sixteen by then," Jensen corrects. "I started going out. Fake ids were piss easy to get at my school. And, uh. Went to a few clubs. Met guys. Shit, it was awful. My parents found out eventually, found out I was gay, and they went into complete denial. Tried to get me to date girls, kept introducing me to girls from church, forced me to go out with a couple of them. I was in college before they finally accepted that I wasn't going to be making happy families with anyone they chose. So they gave up. Decided to ignore me and pretend I didn't exist while I was living on campus. Oh yeah, and they were too ashamed to go back to that church; didn't want the minister finding out they had a fucking abomination for a son." Jensen spits out the final words, anger coloring his voice as he remembers the shame on his parents' faces.

"Where does Mark fit in?" Jared asks.

"Mom and Dad's new church. A bit more liberal, I think. This minister didn't make them feel like they were going to hell for having a gay son. I guess it helped that his son was gay. And when I was home after my final year at college, they introduced us. He was ... nice. I went out with him a few times and we got along well."

"What happened then?"

"He was a fucking psycho," Jensen growls. "He made shit up about me; told my parents lies about me, and they believed him because a minister's son wouldn't lie. And it gets better. He'd hit me, in places it wouldn't show."

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," Jared says in a tight voice. "He's fucking dead. Why didn't you get the bastard arrested?"

"I told you," Jensen says harshly. "Minister's son. He was the darling of the community. I was the weirdo kid who almost dropped out of school, who had a reputation for doing alcohol and drugs a little too much, who had narrowly avoided having a juvenile record."

Jared's silent, and Jensen doesn't dare look at him. "I broke it off when I got the job down in San Antone. I've never been so glad to get away from someone in my life." He bites his lip and screws his eyes shut, trying to shut out the demons from his past, feeling like they're going to take him over again just from being looked at.

"You're not worthless, Jensen," Jared says, but his words bounce off the armor of self-loathing Jensen's drawn himself into. It was only what he had deserved. He was dirty, unclean, and in need of a strong, guiding hand that wasn't scared to be forceful.

"Jen, look at me," Jared commands, and Jensen looks up, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears.

"I've had sex with a lot of guys, Jay," Jensen says quietly, looking down at the keyboard as he picks out a few notes. "I'm not exactly sparkling clean." He leans his head on Jared's thigh, letting the warmth soak into his face. He feels cold inside, scared like Jared's going to leave him, like Jared's going to be disgusted with him for what he used to be like. For what he's still like.

"Jen?" Jared says softly, his hand on Jensen's head, large and comforting. "You're such a damned idiot if you think you can get rid of me that easy."

"I never told mom and dad why I broke it off with Mark. They thought it was just for my job. They'd never have believed me."

"Jensen, if you don't want to stay over Christmas, you don't have to, you know that, right?" Jared says. "God, were they like this when you stayed with them over summer? Please tell me they didn't try to set you up with Mark back then as well..."

"No," Jensen says. "Joshua was home then as well, and he's always stuck up for me. Mom and dad didn't bother trying anything. I guess finding out that I had a long-term boyfriend made them a bit panicky this time around."

"Long-term boyfriend," Jared says thoughtfully. "I like that." He leans down and wraps his arms around Jensen's waist, tugging him to his feet. His hands move up to Jensen's face, cupping his jaw and pulling him in close for a kiss. It's soft and warm, promising nothing but love and comfort, and Jensen shifts closer so he's leaning against Jared's lean form. They kiss for what feels like hours, a smooth tangle of lips and tongue, gentle sighs and soft moans filtering through the haze of warmth. Jared's body curls protectively around Jensen's, and Jensen feels his self-loathing melt away in the face of Jared's assault. Jared's thumbs stroke Jensen's cheeks as he presses his mouth open more, slips his tongue inside as he wraps his legs around Jensen's waist. There's a discordant clang as Jensen's hands land on the piano keyboard, but it goes unnoticed as they kiss endlessly.

Eventually Jensen wilts against Jared's body, sated and warm and tired and so in love he feels like he might burst.

"Bed?" Jared says softly, and Jensen nods wordlessly. He sinks back into Jared's arms and lets him almost carry him upstairs, loose and calm and feeling like a cancer has been removed from his body.

In bed, in the dark, Jensen clings to Jared like he's the only thing anchoring him. Jared doesn't say a word, just rolls over and envelops Jensen in his arms, crowding close and arranging their bodies so Jensen's head is pillowed on his chest and their legs are tangled together. During the night they move together almost unconsciously, and Jensen wakes to find Jared burrowing down beneath the covers and pulling Jensen's shorts down. He sighs and moans softly, spreading his legs and tangling his fingers in Jared's hair as Jared sucks him slowly, so slowly until Jensen nearly explodes with want. Jared swallows his release without pause, before sliding back up the bed and thrusting against Jensen's hip till he's coming in his briefs, mouth open and panting against Jensen's.

***

It's Christmas Eve the next day, and Jensen wakes up to air smelling of freshly-baked cookies and Jared's armpits. The first makes his stomach growl, but the second isn't quite so palatable, and he pushes Jared off him with a grunt. Jared squeaks and almost falls out of bed, before he manages to drag himself out of sleep and roll over back onto Jensen.

"Gngh!" Jensen says, glaring up at Jared, whose hair is tickling his nose.

"Good morning to you too," Jared says with a grin, leaning in for a morning kiss. Jensen accepts it without pause, letting himself enjoy Jared's kiss and the weight of his body on top of him before the morning breath becomes too much for Jensen to put up with.

"Mmph," he grunts, curling his fingers around Jared's neck and nudging him away gently. "Breakfast?"

"Good plan," Jared replies, rolling back off Jensen and out of bed. He's gorgeously naked, and Jensen admires his ass for a moment before he's startled by a knock on the door.

"Jensen!" a voice calls, and Jared barely has time to grab a towel before the door's opening and Jensen's dad is peering around it.

"Dad!" Jensen sputters, "what the hell?"

Jensen's dad flinches and turns bright red, looking everywhere except for Jared, who sits back down on the bed and holds the towel over his crotch, face similarly aflame. "Uh, breakfast. Bacon? You want bacon?" He glances quickly at Jared and away again. "How about you, Jared? Bacon?"

Jensen rubs a hand over his face, trying not to burst out laughing. "Yeah, thanks dad. Bacon's good." Jensen's dad nods and backs out of the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh god," Jared chokes out. "He almost saw my dick."

Jensen leans over and tugs the towel away, scooting across so he can examine the body part in question more closely. Jared's still got his morning wood, and Jensen licks a stripe up the length of the shaft. Jared squirms and gasps, and Jensen grins up at him.

"We should go have breakfast," he says, and Jared growls and shakes his head, putting his hands on Jensen's head and holding him there. Clearly, breakfast can wait.

***

Jensen's parents go to the Christmas Eve service, and rather than be subjected to the withering stares he would receive from all his elderly relatives if he stayed home, Jensen and Jared go with them. Jared spends the entire time fidgeting and nudging Jensen in the ribs with his elbow as he tries to get comfortable on the wooden pews, and Jensen spends most of the time trying to ignore the glares he's getting from his grandmother and uncle. The minister drones on incessantly, and Jensen clenches his jaw when he sees Mark sitting in the front row. He glances to the side and sees that Jared's noticed him too, and looks like he might decide to get up and lay one on him. Jensen grabs his hand and holds it tightly, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles, and Jared relaxes immediately, looking at Jensen with a guilty smile.

"Sorry," he murmurs later, when they're all standing round chatting with Jensen's family and other members of the congregation after the bell tolls midnight. "I just really want to punch him in the face, y'know?"

"Yeah, I do," Jensen says quietly, glancing round to check that Mark isn't anywhere close by. "Just... let's get through tomorrow, and then on the 26th we can head off." He leans in close and whispers in Jared's ear, "I've booked us a room in a hotel in town... we can spend the day after Christmas having our own celebrations."

"I like the sound of that," Jared replies, and squeezes Jensen's ass. Jensen squeaks and twitches, and receives a pointed glare from his mother as a result.

***

The next day is taken up with present opening (Jensen forces himself to look happy and grateful when he receives a spinning tie and belt rack from his parents, and a book on dating from his apparently still clueless grandmother), eating, singing, and eggnog drinking. By the evening, the Christmas lunch has vanished and the entire family is spread over the living room, mostly-drunk and way too full. Jensen's lying full-length on the floor in front of the fireplace, with Jared's head propped up on his thigh. He's absently fondling Jared's hair, too tired and full and drunk to drag himself off of the floor and into bed. Eventually Jared shifts and pushes himself to his feet, stretching a hand out to help Jensen up as well.

"You boys off to bed?" Jensen's dad says drowsily.

"Yeah," Jensen says softly, not wanting to wake his grandmother, who's fallen fast asleep in her chair. "G'night."

"Sleep well," Jensen's mother says. "Merry Christmas."

Jensen's so sleepy he can barely drag himself up the stairs, and it's shades of two nights ago when Jared helped him up. He's almost asleep before he hits the bed, and can barely lift his arms to let Jared tug his shirt off before he's falling flat on his face on the bed. Through a haze of warmth, he feels Jared dragging his pants down and pushing him under the covers, and when Jared slides in next to him, Jensen snuggles up to him and is asleep instantly.

"Merry Christmas," Jared whispers, but Jensen doesn't hear.

***

Jensen wakes to find himself almost completely without a hangover, apart from a slight feeling of queasiness and an aversion to direct sunlight. He rolls over to find Jared still asleep, face loose and sleep-soft, breath whuffling out into the pillow and hair a tangled mess covering half his face. Jensen grins to himself and slowly, gently, pulls the covers down to reveal Jared's naked body, curled up into the foetal position. He's unable to resist reaching over and grabbing his phone, flipping it open and quickly snapping a shot of Jared on his camera before he wakes up. The ding of the phone echoes through the room, and Jared stirs, waking, his sleepy morning smile quickly turning to shock when he realizes what Jensen just did.

"You ass!" he yelps, snapping into full awareness and lunging across the bed towards Jensen. Jensen bursts out laughing and holds the phone away from Jared, but there's no point; Jared's longer reach means he is easily able to grab the phone off of Jensen, and in the ensuing scuffle, manages to get a few shots off while the camera is aimed at Jensen's dick.

"Fucker!" Jensen cries, but Jared's got the upper hand, quite literally - he wraps a hand around Jensen's dick, which results in Jensen losing all will to fight. He spreads his legs a little and moans as Jared jacks him smoothly and firmly, snapping photos with the camera phone every few seconds.

"Fuck... the fuck are you doing?" Jensen says, gripping Jared's shoulders and arm to hold himself upright. He looks down at Jared's hand around him, his cock hard and leaking and Jared just grins, holding the phone at a different angle and taking another shot.

"Lookin' good," Jared purrs, pushing Jensen back onto the bed and passing him the phone. "Here, take over."

"Oh god," Jensen whimpers. Jared grins up at him, giving him his best bedroom eyes as he leans down and licks the head of Jensen's dick. Almost automatically, Jensen raises his phone and snaps a photo, watching Jared suck his dick through his fucking camera phone, taking shots every now and then as Jared sucks and swallows him, moaning happily and running his hands up and down Jensen's body.

It's so fucking hot, feeling Jared lick and suck his dick, his tongue caressing the head and down the shaft, while Jensen takes photos of it. He can't last much longer; his vision is blurred without his glasses, but he doesn't really give a shit because it feels so damned good and the idea of what these pictures are going to look like when they're done sends a thrill of lust through his balls and belly.

"Look so fuckin' dirty, Jay," Jensen gasps, spreading his legs further and almost crying out when Jared takes the opportunity to insert a finger into his mouth and then slide it down between his legs and over his hole. His hands spasm on his phone, and he doesn't even know if he's aiming right as he comes, his cock spurting over Jared's face and all over his belly as he tries desperately to catch it on the camera. Eventually he's done, drained, and he drops the phone on the bed, letting out a full-body sigh of contentment.

"Dude, not done yet," Jared murmurs huskily, licking come from around his mouth. He scoots up the bed till he's astride Jensen's hips and takes Jensen's hand, putting it on his cock before retrieving the phone.

Jensen whimpers. God, he's going to fucking frame these pictures.

***

They manage to leave with a minimum of fuss. Jensen's mom tries to get them to stay a little longer, but Jensen tells her they've got bookings they've already paid for. It's no lie - he almost maxed out his credit card with the accommodation and Christmas gifts for himself and Jared, and he's not about to give it up for the sake of another night in his parents' house, where he can't make Jared moan as loud as he wants.

Jared's outside putting bags in the trunk of the car when Jensen's mom and dad pull him aside into the living room.

"What is it, mom? Dad?" Jensen asks. He's kinda twitching to get going; he's got plans for the rest of the day, involving various items in his suitcase decidedly not parent related.

"Jensen, your mother and I just wanted to apologize for the way we made you feel while you and Jared were here," Jensen's dad says quickly, as if saying it faster will make it easier. "We didn't really realize how happy you were with Jared, and we're sorry."

Jensen raises an eyebrow. "Why the sudden seeing of the light?" he asks curiously. "I mean, it's nice of you to admit you were wrong, but this has to have come from somewhere."

Jensen's mom frowns. "We heard from one of the women at the church that Mark was convicted of assault in Houston."

"Ahh," Jensen says. "So you finally believe me?"

"We do," Jensen's dad asserts. "And we should never have dismissed what you said back then."

"We don't want you to leave thinking that we don't... don't love you," Jensen's mom says, wringing her hands a little as she pleads with him. "We don't want to drive you away."

Jensen sighs. "I appreciate it, I really do. Thanks. And we're not leaving because of you guys, I swear."

"Okay," Jensen's mom says. "Well, I guess you'd better go, then."

There's an awkward moment when Jensen's dad doesn't seem to be sure whether to hug his son or just shake his hand, but Jensen decides to just solve it by pulling his dad in for a hug. He gives his mom the same treatment and a kiss on the cheek, and by the time he walks out to the car where Jared's waiting, he's got a genuine smile on his face.

***

On the way to the hotel, Jared gets Jensen's cell out of his jacket and starts flicking through the pictures they took that morning. At first Jensen tries to ignore him, but it's pretty damned hard when Jared's giving a running commentary of exactly how Jensen's dick looks in each shot. At one point he turns the phone sideways and says, "Man, why does your dick look so fucking weird here?" and Jensen nearly drives off the road. He turns to admonish Jared for almost making him crash, but nearly crashes again when he sees Jared with his hand down his pants and a handful of cock as he clicks through the photos.

"God, so hot," he pants softly, and Jensen turns his eyes back to the road, determined to just get to the fucking hotel in one piece. It's not far, but by the time they get there, Jared's near orgasm, grunting and sweating in the seat beside Jensen.

"Dude, hang on," Jensen mutters, "I've got plans and I don't want you ruining them by being too tired."

Jared groans and takes his hand off his dick, clicking the phone shut and running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Gonna make me scream, Jen?" he says softly, turning and gazing heatedly at Jensen with darkened eyes.

"Fuck yes," Jensen replies, leaning over and licking a swathe up Jared's jawline. He forces Jared's dick back into his pants, but it's still completely hard, and Jared's walking slightly strangely when they get out of the car and get their bags from the trunk.

They're quickly checked in, and Jared whistles softly when Jensen opens the door to their room after battling with the keycard for a while. "Nice," Jared says, and Jensen grins. It's admittedly a bit more expensive than places he usually stays in, but he feels like he and Jared deserve a stay in a place that isn't a cramped apartment with a neighbor's bedroom right through the wall or a shared dormroom with a roommate sleeping above them.

"Yeah," Jensen says with a grin. "Merry Christmas."

"Awww baby, this is for me?" Jared gushes, a sparkle of humor in his eyes. He dumps his bag on the floor and stalks over to Jensen, bending down and lifting Jensen off his feet like a new bride. Jensen squeaks and clutches Jared's arm, trying not to flail too much as Jared carries him over to the bed and drops him on it on his back. Before he can do anything, Jared's on top of him, crowding close, bending down to lick open Jensen's mouth with a slick tongue and hot breath.

"Wait," Jensen mumbles, "I think you should open your Christmas present first..."

Jared pulls back and grins like a small child. "Another present?" He rolls off Jensen immediately and grabs his bag from beside the bed, hoisting it up and almost squashing Jensen with it. He scrambles back onto the bed on his stomach and Jensen laughs, tugging the bag towards him and opening it.

The package is long, thin and heavy, and Jared eyes it appreciatively before taking it and hefting it in his hands. "Hmmm. Heavy, a bit bulky in places, I have no clue what this is." His eyes are gleaming with excitement, and Jensen feels his own cock twitch in anticpation of what Jared will think of his gift.

"Just open it already!" he says nervously. God, what if Jared hates it? What if he looks like Jensen like he's some kind of sick freak, just like Mark had said...

Jared tears the paper off, and moments later is holding a set of stocks in his hand. He draws in a sharp breath as he turns them over in his hands, examining the cuffs in the middle and at either end, stroking over the shining black metal, a look of awe on his face.

"Christ, Jen... they're beautiful," he murmurs. "Do... do you want me to wear them?" There's a look of undisguised want on Jared's face, so naked and raw that Jensen almost moans aloud.

"I... only if you want to," Jensen replies, his voice shaking a little. God, he'd known from the moment he'd seen the stocks while looking for something to give to Jared that he'd give anything to see Jared in them, legs spread and shackled, arms locked in position, unable to move while Jensen did what he wanted to him.

"Fuck yes," Jared says, holding the stocks reverently, fingers still stroking the metal. "And you know what? They'll go nicely with the present I got you..." He puts the stocks down and climbs off the bed, rummaging through his bag till he finds a small package, which he hands to Jensen.

"Thanks," Jensen says, surprised. He hadn't been expecting anything else from Jared; it wasn't like he was earning a salary. The package is squarish and blocky, and Jensen rips the paper away from it quickly to find... "A video camera? Jared!"

Jared's almost bouncing in place as he watches Jensen. "Been saving up," he says proudly. "And I hope you don't mind, but I kinda used it already..."

Jensen grins at him. "Used it? You used my present before giving it to me?" he asks, amused. "What exactly did you use it for?"

Jared's gaze turns heated and he reaches down and crudely palms his cock through his jeans. "Something to get you through those long, lonely nights when I'm too tired to stay with you," he says. Jensen laughs out loud at that; he's almost tempted to take a look, but decides to save it for later. In the meantime... Jared's picked up the stocks again, eyeing them and measuring out the space between the cuffs. He looks at Jensen. "You wanna?" he asks, and Jensen nods fervently.

***

"Comfortable?" Jensen asks quietly, bending over Jared's form on the bed. He doesn't look very comfortable, with his legs strapped into the stocks and spread above his head, his hands locked into the middle of the bar and holding his legs up. But his cock is hard and leaking all over his stomach, he's flushed and sweating, and he nods sharply.

"God, I'm so hard," he moans softly, and Jensen grins, running a light touch down Jared's chest and over his balls to caress his hole. Sitting back on his heels, he picks up the video camera from beside Jared and flips it open, turning it on and watching as Jared appears in the viewfinder. "God, you look so hot," he murmurs, moving up and over Jared's body, zooming in on his dick and then up to his face. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and he blushes red when he turns to see Jensen pointing the camera at his face. "Smile," Jensen says softly, and Jared grins nervously before Jensen moves back down again, holding the camera in one hand so he can stroke Jared's tanned skin with the other. Jared whimpers quietly when Jensen touches his dick, and Jensen leans in to admire the single bead of precome on the end before licking it off.

"You got any idea what you look like, Jared?" Jensen says, sitting back and sliding his hand up Jared's thigh to stroke his cock, catching it all on film. "All spread out for me, God, so fucking helpless..." Jared moans again, his words indecipherable and soft, and Jensen brings the camera close as he bends down and licks a swathe up Jared's crack, tongue swirling around his hole before delving inside. Jared cries out, suddenly, sharply, and his entire body jerks, cock jumping against his belly and toes curling in the restraints. Jensen looks down at himself, following his own gaze with the camera, and wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself a few times and gathering the wetness that collects at his slit before using it to slip a finger inside Jared's ass.

"Fuck!" Jared yells out, the cry echoing through the room, and Jensen fully expects to hear some pounding on the walls following it, but either there are no neighbors or the walls of the hotel are soundproof. Jared moans and curses and growls as Jensen fingers him, catching everything on camera, and his muscles flex as he strains himself against the stocks. Jensen's so turned on he thinks he might explode; his cock is straining to be touched, and the sounds Jared's making as he writhes on the bed go straight to Jensen's gut.

"Wanna... wanna fuck you like this," Jensen breathes, tweaking Jared's pierced nipple, making him jerk and curse even more. "Can I?"

"God, Jen, you even need to ask?" Jared says. "You gotta, please, God, you gotta fuck me..."

Jensen's heart is pounding against his ribcage, sweat beading at his brow, and he grips his cock firmly around the base to stop himself coming while he gets up, going to the bedside table and putting the camera on it, peering through the viewfinder so it's positioned just right to film them fucking. He grabs the lube from his bag and is back on the bed in moments, crouched between Jared's obscenely spread legs, exposing every single bit of him. God, it looks so incredible, and Jensen's belly tightens in anticipation.

His cock slides in almost without resistance; Jared's so loose and pliant and he lets out a long drawn-out moan as Jensen presses inside him till his balls are firm against Jared's ass. Jensen worms his body between Jared's arms and kisses him - it's a little awkward but so worth it - open-mouthed and wet, strong and beautiful and fantastic and God so good as he moves inside Jared's body.

"Want you to put me in these," he says softly, jerking his hips a little and letting Jared feel his length all the way inside him. "Want you... want you to tie me up, want you to take charge..."

Jared screws his eyes shut, humping against Jensen's stomach, thrusting his hips and opening impossibly wide for Jensen's dick inside him. It's hot and sweaty and Jared can't seem to concentrate on kissing Jensen; he's too busy grunting and writhing and his dick jerks and pulses, soaking their stomachs and chests, slicking the movements between them. Jensen groans and kisses Jared deeper, fucks him hard, till he's worried he's hurting him, but Jared murmurs, "harder, I can take it, trust you, not gonna break," and he almost loses it. Fucks him harder, deeper, longer, and abandons all control as he just takes from Jared, uses him, bites his neck and jaw and ear as he feels the tightness in his balls spread through his entire body, cresting and coming, shooting hot inside Jared's body as he moans and shivers above him.

Jensen has just enough energy to lean over and stop the camera recording before he collapses onto Jared's chest, licking softly at the sweat gathered on his neck. "I wasn't kidding," he says quietly.

"You sure?" Jared says. He sounds worried, and Jensen moves away and sets about unshackling Jared's wrists and ankles. A few minutes later, when they're curled up together on the bed, Jensen sighs softly.

"Yeah," he replies. "That?" He picks up the camera and flicks it open so they can both see the screen when he presses play, "looked fucking awesome."

"Was," Jared says, blushing bright red when he sees himself all tied up on the small screen. Jensen grins and curls up closer to him, letting the warmth of his body soak through him. "You'd trust me to tie you up like that?" Jared asks softly, uncertain.

"Yeah," Jensen says, "I would," and he feels like he's won a victory.

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