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It was a cold night this Christmas Eve in College Station, Texas. The streets are covered in a blanket of glittering, white snow, lamp posts wrapped with multicolored lights mixed with evergreen up and down the length, and every house down the city block is lit up and decorated to the nines for the big holiday the following morning. The entire city looked so peaceful and quiet tonight, the only noise that could be heard was the occasional crunch of cars moving sluggishly along the icy roads.
The brisk air stung against Jensen's flush and freckled face as he stepped outside of his family's home, making his way through the snowy streets toward the church. He, his father, and his mother have attended this church for as far back as the young omega could remember. His mom still gloats to this day how the first steps Jensen took as a baby were to Pastor Jim, in front of the entire congregation; she notes that as one of the proudest moments of her life.
Along the way, he passes many of his neighbors who are all in a hurry to get back into the comfortable warmth of their homes. Despite the bitter cold, it was a beautiful night, and Jensen found himself admiring the twinkling lights and decorations that adorned the world around him. As he rounded the corner onto the main road, the lights of the church, which was just a few blocks away, came into view. It was a small, white building with a towering steeple and intricate stained glass windows, humble yet intricate in its own right. Its creaking pews and rattling windows had come to feel much like a second home to him, and as nervous as he was for caroling, the familiarity was soothing. As Jensen approached the front doors, he could see people filing in and out of the building, some carrying instruments and others wearing their holiday best. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside.
The warmth of the building immediately enveloped him like a warm hug, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of the church decorations, and the excited scents of everyone in the room. The pews were adorned with evergreen boughs, and the altar was draped in a red and white fabric mixed with more of the same. As he scans the room, he sees many people he knows; some old friends and others he barely knew. But it was a small congregation, and he felt an odd sense of kinship and packed with them all, despite his introverted nature.
Suddenly, the pastor of the church, Jim, approached him with a warm smile. "Ah, Jensen, there you are," he said in his booming voice, making the boy flinch in surprise. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it."
Jim clasps a hand onto Jensen's shoulder, the older man's alpha scent registering in his brain as something so familiar. And suddenly he's calm.
Jensen smiles, his nose and cheeks flushed hot pink from the cold. "I'm just happy to help,” he says softly, shifting closer as the first group of carolers slides behind him and out the door.
Jim waves over another group, all members around Jensen's age. "How is your father holding up?"
Jensen swallows, watching the group- his assigned group- approach. Internally he growls in protest; he goes to school with a couple of the boys, and they pick on him relentlessly. But Jim didn't know, his angst wouldn't be directed toward the old pastor.
Right, his father. It's been two months since the accident; the three of them were on a road trip out of state when a logging truck side-swiped their pickup, sending the family rolling off into the ditch. His dad had endured the worst of the injuries, a skull fracture and broken spine that has since left him paralyzed, and an empty shell that his poor mother prays over day and night for even some sign of real life to return.
It's been hard… really hard.
"He's uh… hanging in there. Mom said he's looking around more, flexing his hands… little improvements,” he mumbles in an almost dismissive tone, looking down at his frayed sleeves as the loud and boisterous group of carolers he's assigned to close in behind him, waiting impatiently for permission to leave.
Jim scents the boy's sour change in emotion, how he's disengaging. So he decides to let it go for now.
"That's good to hear, kid. Now go out and have fun, you all are going to do great."
He offers a warm smile to the group, some of the other young congregation members ignoring him or laughing dismissively as they file out. Jim parts with a reassuring squeeze of Jensen's shoulder before the boy slips back out into the cold night.
As Jensen follows his group out of the church, he can feel the tension in the air between him and the others. He keeps his head down and his icy hands jammed deep in his pockets as the group of young church members chat and joke amongst themselves, barely even noticing him in their midst. The group walks on along the street, stopping at their first house of the night in a half-assed serenade of "Silent Night". Jensen hangs in the back, his voice a whisper amongst the off-key sounds of his peers, mixed in with amused laughs and elbow jabs. Based on their behavior alone, it is obvious that most of them are more interested in hanging out with friends than in actually singing.
But as always, Jensen is the outsider.
As a couple of hours pass, and they continue walking down the street, Jensen starts to notice just how many houses they are passing - they weren't doing what Pastor Jim had instructed whatsoever. They had only stopped at three homes, and their pathetic singing hadn't earned them anything to be proud of in terms of donations. Their voices had grown louder now in the way they joked with each other, however, passing a couple of small flasks around, the other two omegas in the group hanging off the older beta and alphas… Jensen was beyond uncomfortable, his nerves were beginning to eat at him, his scent going sour.
Nostrils flare as one of the boys, Jacob, who Jensen remembers all too well from school, catches that bitter scent of anxiety and finally turns to him with a snort of derision. "Hey, Mouse. Why so quiet?" he sneers loudly, making the others chuckle.
Jensen's shoulders tense slightly, but he only glances at the young alpha for a moment before fixing his eyes down to the ground in front of him. He doesn't want to make a scene, not in front of everyone, but his heart is hammering in his chest from the embarrassment of being singled out.
"I'm just trying to keep warm," he mutters quietly, his voice barely carrying over the sounds of the others' snickers and whispers. He pulls his down-filled coat tighter around his lithe frame, his legs trembling ever so slightly.
Another boy, Lucas, chimes in with a smirk. "Oh, come on, little Mouse. Don't be so shy. We're supposed to be spreading holiday cheer, right?" he says mockingly, nudging in next to him with his elbow. He and Jacob now sandwich Jensen between them as they walk.
As Jacob and Lucas close in on either side of him, the pitter-patter of Jensen's heart rate picks up exponentially. The alphas’ scents are strong and overwhelming, and the omega can do nothing but clutch at the flaps of his coat with white-knuckled hands as they invade his personal space. He darts a glance over at the other omegas in the group, but they are too busy interacting with the rest of the group ahead and don't seem to notice his plight. And in reality, he wasn't sure that they'd care anyway.
The young omega swallows, glancing up at Jacob briefly as they walk. "Look, I don't want any trouble…"
Jacob lets out a bark of laughter as they pass by a small side street, the group walking up a sidewalk into a cozy, cul-de-sac neighborhood.
"Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?" He looks over his shoulder at Lucas, a cruel smirk on his lips.
Lucas chimes in with a chuckle. "Yeah, we just want to have a little fun, Mouse. No need to get your panties in a twist."
The words are said teasingly, but there is a menacing undercurrent in their tone. Even in the bitter cold, beads of sweat begin to form on Jensen's forehead. He tries his best to ignore the alphas and put one foot in front of the other, but each step he takes feels heavier than the last.
The omega looks ahead at the other members of the group, most of whom are laughing and hollering as the beta spins one of the younger omegas around. It's very clear at this point that they've been drinking.
The group pauses now at the bottom of some steps in front of a house, grand and modern in design. One of the girls goes up and knocks on the door, which gives Jensen a false sense of hope that this taunting may stop.
Jacob growls with excitement at his friend's words, leaning into Jensen's ear in a low whisper. The scent of alcohol burns his nostrils as the other boy's hot breath beats against his skin. "Bet we could help you with those panties too, Mouse. C’mon, just a little taste right after this house-"
Jacob's hand slips down and grips firmly onto Jensen's ass, and it has the omega pulling away and stepping back, looking at the two alphas in total shock and disgust, his face beet red.
Both alphas laugh.
"Fuck, Jensen! You're such a prude!" Lucas jeers.
The porch light flickers on.
"Yeah, what the hell kind of omega are you? You ought to be dropping to your knees for us and feel privileged to be getting our attention," Jacob adds.
A third boy, Thomas, finally joins in on the teasing. "Yeah, come on, Jensen. Let's hear that pretty little voice of yours,” he says in a sardonic tone, his eyes gleaming in the darkness as the door to the house finally opens.
"Real alphas know that an omega's obedience and submission is something to be earned, not commanded,” a low voice booms through the night, easily calm yet all-encompassing in its nature.
Everyone pauses, looking at the large frame that leans easily in the doorway, almost eclipsing the entrance into the home.
One of the omega girls swallows, cheeks tinting pink. "Mr. Padalecki…" she addresses sheepishly.
Some of the kids are already scurrying off at the immediate recognition of their law and English professor from the college. Many of the young group are in one of his classes, knowing the mature alpha has a reputation for his firm hand and commanding demeanor. Not to mention his size… Tall enough to look down on most of the population and muscular enough that not many dare to challenge him. He was intimidating, and the scent of the three young and taunting alphas shifts from one of pure confidence to that of something more guarded, even if their faces try to play tough.
"Your secondary gender should have nothing to do with the way you treat others. If anything, you three are embarrassing yourselves," Jared says cooly, standing up straighter and folding his arms. "Anyone worth anything knows that boys who behave like you are just stunted in the mental and the uh…" Jared adjusts himself through his pants. "...other department."
Jensen's ears burn hot as the other three boys blush.
Thomas and Jacob slip off, but Lucas just holds eye contact with the eldest alpha, going as far as to walk up a step closer.
"As if you'd know anything about omegas. You're in this big house, all mateless and alone. Maybe you should learn from me - take what's yours. This new-age omega rights crap is bullshit."
Jared snickers to himself a bit at the young boy's boldness, closing the distance between them, arms still crossed as he looks down his nose at the mere pup before him.
"Do you know who the last omega was sitting on my knot, Lucas?"
The boy scoffs - Jared smirks.
"Man… Ms. Escarra is an absolute spitfire. It'd be a damn shame If you were to fail that civics exam in her class. Didn't your coach tell you that you're off the team if your GPA got any lower?" Jared asks with feigned sympathy.
There's a brief moment of stunned silence from Lucas, while Jensen watches the exchange in quiet awe. He was shocked that Professor Padalecki had so readily shut the group down, and the fact that he’d called out Lucas specifically with such precision left no doubt that the younger alpha had some kind of history with the professor.
Jensen's face is still beet red from the crude comments made just moments before, but the older alpha's scent is so strong and reassuring that the omega can't help but breathe in just a little deeper.
Lucas looks up at Jared for a moment, his jaw set in a hard line. "That's not fair."
Jared raises an eyebrow, still with an air of amusement in his demeanor. "Unfair? Nah, that's real life, pup. I suggest you learn to deal with it now, and start treating others with respect."
Lucas glares up at Jared for a few more moments, looking like he's about to say something smart in response. But instead, he snaps his jaw shut tight, and with a huff, turns and stomps down the stairs, joining the rest of the caroling group who are far down the sidewalk now. Jared watches the boys go, the large alpha’s contoured shoulders held in a tight line as if the conversation had riled him up more than he was willing to show. Once they're out of sight, he lets his eyes wander to Jensen, who’s still standing on the bottom step.
Their gazes lock for a moment, and the omega swallows hard, his cheeks heating up once again. He averts his eyes and rubs his hands up and down his cold arms, shifting on his feet nervously, in anticipation of what the older alpha is going to say to him.
The silence is too nerve-wracking, so he clears his throat, his voice small and shy. "Thank you, Mr. Padalecki."
Jared glances back down at the boy, his expression soft and warm. Jensen was in one of his English courses, always sitting in the back, one earbud in as he took notes. More often than not nowadays, the poor kid was nodding off during class. Jensen's mother had sent out an email to all of his teachers after the accident, just as a general notice for if his studious behavior seemed off. So whenever he noticed the omega pup sleeping at his desk, he'd let him be, and hand him a study guide on his way out the door. To say he had a soft spot for the boy would be an understatement.
Jared's scent is still so powerful to Jensen, but it's soothing. It's a heavy scent of cedar, coffee, and leather, with a hint of something sweet that is difficult to place. The omega's mouth waters a bit, crotch soaking slightly in his jeans from a sort of excitement that he's never felt before.
“You alright?” the alpha asks gruffly.
Jensen swallows and fidgets with his hands, the omega's tongue feeling thick in his throat.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine,” he says quietly with a sniff, his nose dripping from the cold atmosphere. He can feel the older alpha's gaze on him, and it's making his skin tingle.
Jensen dares to look up for a moment, taking in Jared's imposing stature and strong alpha features. The smell of his scent envelops the omega like a warm blanket, making it even more difficult to concentrate.
Jared cocks his head slightly, taking in the boy’s appearance - the pink-tinged cheeks contrasting the boy’s fair skin, the nervous way his small fingers clutch and unclutch the material of his coat, how his lithe body trembles ever so slightly. He's young, sweet, and utterly perfect. An omega so clearly meant for breeding.
Jared clenches his jaw, swallowing a low rumble from his chest.
"Come inside. You're shivering."
The large man steps aside, leaving space for Jensen to enter his home and escape the harsh night air.
The omega's plush lips part slightly, eyes darting up to meet Jared's in a flustered sort of panic. "Oh, I… uh," he murmurs hesitantly.
"Jensen," Jared interrupts, his tone firm and commanding, yet soft and caring. "Come inside. Warm up for a few minutes and I'll drive you home."
Jensen can feel his cheeks heating up even more under the firm demand. He glances to the cold, dark street, then back up at Jared. Every instinct he has is telling him not to disobey Jared's order, the older alpha’s words spoken with such authority and care. There is no real room to protest.
After a moment of hesitation, the boy nods his head before he steps across the threshold. A rush of warm air washes over him as he steps inside, the sudden change in temperature making his whole body shiver once again. The atmosphere inside is flooded with the man’s intoxicating scent, Jensen's nostrils flaring in short, quiet puffs as he takes it in like small hits.
As Jensen steps into the alpha’s home, Jared can’t help but notice the subtle shift in his scent - from one of sour angst to that of honey and citrus. It’s almost endearing, how small and vulnerable the omega looks, practically drowning in his heavy winter coat. The urge to take care of the kid is almost overwhelming, and something that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.
"You can leave your coat on one of the hooks in here." Jared gestures casually to a small closet in the entryway, shutting the door behind them.
"Thanks," Jensen whispers through a crack in his voice, just before clearing his throat.
Following Jared into his living room reveals a cozy and modern set up, dim lighting and woodstove heat in a grand fireplace that makes his inner self want to curl up into a ball and just sleep. It was the sort of heat that soaked down to the bone, and he was just drinking it all up, savoring this feeling as long as he could.
Jared motions for him to sit, before moving across the open floor plan to his kitchen island to pour a warm drink from his kettle into two ceramic mugs. Jensen's eyes trace over the way the alpha's black henley clings to his firm muscles, allowing one to see how they flex and contort with every movement, no matter how small. The size of his hands dwarfs the mugs, their fingers brushing in the exchange as Jensen takes the warm drink into his hands.
"Cider,” Jared states simply. "Actually had it ready for when the carolers came but…" He shrugs, taking a slow sip. "They were less than pleasant, to say it kindly."
Jensen lets out a short, soft laugh of agreement, blowing steam off the cider's surface before taking a sip.
"Thank you,” he adds, making sure to remember his manners.
Jared can’t help but smirk at the omega’s manners, his mind flashing to how incredibly well-behaved and obedient the omega would be in other areas. The thought sends a jolt of arousal straight to his core, and he has to remember to contain himself.
This was his student, after all.
But despite his restraint, Jared's eyes stay trained on the boy with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness. Jensen is beautiful - his milky, freckle-dusted skin practically glowing with a flush as he cradles the warm mug in his small hands, taking tentative sips through full and pouty lips. His lashes lay thick atop his cheeks, glittery green eyes fluttering shut with every drink. Fuck… Would he even want Jared? The omega's innocence is downright delicious, but it also reminds the older man to proceed with caution. The last thing he wanted was to frighten the kid. He was dealing with enough.
Jensen can feel Jared's eyes on him, and the heat of his gaze warms him much more than the cider ever could. He's never been looked at this way - like he was something desirable - and it leaves him feeling flustered and confused all at once. The omega takes another small sip from his mug, trying to hide the fact that he's trembling a bit. The silence is making him even more nervous, and he looks down at the steaming liquid in his hands, watching as the steam rises and twists in the heat.
"How's your father?" Jared finally decides to ask, setting his cup down on the coffee table as he leans forward into his knees.
Jensen visibly tenses, his mouth opening before he hesitates to speak. Then his mouth shuts, and opens again, before he finally shakes his head slightly, with a small and defeated sigh.
"Ya know, everyone always asks that now."
Jared tilts his head ever so slightly, his brows furrowed in attentive concentration. The silence hangs for a beat.
"Well, Jensen, what you went through… what you're going through-"
"It's bad. I know," Jensen interrupts, his tone gentle yet firm at the same time. "And people feel sorry for me. It just kinda is what it is, you know? Everyone looks at me like a wounded animal."
The alpha's face softens, lips parting to add some sort of condolences before the young omega speaks again.
"I appreciate you asking, Mr. Padalecki. I do. I just, uh… I wanna forget about all that for a night. Just wanna feel normal again for a little bit."
The corners of Jared's lips quirk up into a soft smile, followed by a small nod of understanding before moving across to sit beside Jensen on the couch.
"You are normal, Jensen," Jared says, his tone firm. "Don't let anyone make you feel any different."
He reaches out and gently squeezes the boy's shoulder, a gesture of reassurance.
Jared can sense that the omega is feeling vulnerable and in need of comfort and safety. And to be honest, Jared's instincts are also a mess - torn between wanting to take care of the boy and wanting to claim him as his own. Jared shifts a little on the couch, trying to get a subtle whiff of the omega's scent. It's driving him wild, sending all of his protective alpha instincts haywire. He can feel his possessive side taking over, the need to protect the boy and keep him safe.
But he's also trying to respect the omega's boundaries. Jensen is so young, so innocent. Jared doesn't want to scare him.
Jensen looks up at Jared now, his eyes intense and submissive, maybe even a little curious. The alpha was just so big and brooding - intimidating, yet for Jensen, he seemed so... soft. It was an enticing feeling.
"Thank you for... all this," Jensen whispers, setting his cup down on the table with a little sigh. "But I should probably go. I don't need to hold you up the entire night."
Jared shakes his head, his expression stern but caring. "Nonsense. It's late and cold out there. You should stay here for a while, really warm up and be comfortable."
Jared looks down at the boy, his eyes traveling over his small frame. "Besides, I want to keep talking to you for a while. Just for a little bit, okay?"
Jensen raises his brow in surprise. "What? You want to talk to me?" he asks with a cute huff. "Mr. Padalecki-"
"Jared,” the alpha corrects, resting his hand back on the boy's shoulder. "You can call me Jared. We aren't in school right now."
Oh... Jensen's inner omega is sent into a frenzy at that. He feels warm, squeezing his legs together slightly. If he wasn't already flush, he'd be even redder. Jared grins at the omega’s reaction, watching the boy's cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink as he fidgets with his fingers. He can practically smell the boy’s arousal, and the thought makes his inner alpha preen.
"I’m serious," he says. "Stay here for a little while longer. We can watch some TV or something if you want."
Jared's hand is still resting on Jensen’s shoulder, and he gives it a gentle squeeze as he watches the omega’s reaction. He can feel the tension in the air as the omega hesitates, and he decides to press just a little more.
"Come on, pup. Just a bit longer. It's not like I have a better way to spend my night."
Jensen glances up at the alpha, his eyes wide and hopeful. The kid looks like he wants to agree, and Jared's alpha is practically howling with joy. He wants this boy so badly.
Jensen's head is buzzing, the subtle slip of slick between his cheeks distracting as he shifts a little on the firm cushion beneath him. He hasn't ever felt this aroused by an alpha before, hasn't ever been this nervous.
"You smell so good..." It accidentally slips out, Jensen’s eyes widening with shock before clasping a hand over his mouth. He quickly stammers to correct himself. "I mean like... like you make me feel safe, you know?"
Jared can't help but smile, the boy's words making his heart skip a beat. He leans in a little closer to the omega, taking a deep breath to savor his scent.
"Yeah? You like the way I smell, huh?"
Jared runs his fingers through the boy's short hair, gently scratching his scalp. "You smell pretty good yourself, you know that?" Jared says, his voice a low rumble. "Like honey and sunshine, all sweet and warm."
Jensen shivers as Jared's fingers rake through his hair, the sensation sending little tingles down his spine. The alpha's words make his heart flutter, and he can't keep himself from flushing again.
"I... I-" he stutters, not quite sure what to say.
Jared can feel the omega's submission rolling off of him, and it sends a rush of arousal straight to his core. The boy is so responsive, so eager for the alpha's attention. It's driving Jared mad.
Jared's hand slides down from the boy's hair, caressing the nape of his neck. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he mutters, his voice growing huskier. "You're so innocent... But you're already so damn responsive to me."
Jensen shudders again, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He lets out a small, almost unnoticeable moan as the alpha's hand eclipses his nape - it is a very intimate spot on every omega's body. If he didn't feel safe, the touch to his nape would have him tense and cowering, trembling with a low and warning growl but he isn't doing any of that. Instead, the omega just melts.
Jared can feel the boy's throat vibrate from the small moan, and it nearly breaks his control. He wants so badly to just pull the kid onto his lap, bury his face in that slender neck and just claim. But he has to keep it together. He can't scare the boy.
"Easy pup," the alpha mutters, his hand still gently massaging the omega's nape. "I can smell you, you know. I can tell how much you like this. How much you like me."
"I'm sorry," Jensen murmurs, his thick lashes parting as his eyes flicker open to meet the alpha's, his expression cloaked in lust. "I've never felt... this, before. I- I feel like I'm drowning but... it's not scary."
Jared can't help but smile gently, his eyes tracing the omega's features, taking in every small detail from the freckles dotting his cheek to the way his eyes gleam with a mixture of fear and arousal.
"It's just your instincts, omega. We're supposed to respond to each other, supposed to connect."
Jared moves his hand away from the boy's neck, sliding it down to the boy's hip. "C'mere. It's alright."
Jensen swallows thickly, his breaths feeling heavy as his heart beats like a war drum in his ears. Before he knows it, his body is moving on its own to straddle the alpha's lap, their faces only a couple of inches apart. Jared can't help but let out a low growl, the heat from his little body sending Jared's alpha into a possessive frenzy. He lets his hand glide to the omega's slender waist, his hands nearly enveloping the boy as he guides him to be seated more firmly.
"There we go," he practically purrs, "that's a good boy."
Jensen can feel the alpha's muscular chest against his. His inner omega is practically trembling, every inch of him screaming for Jared to take charge. He shifts a little, breath catching in his throat when he feels the big, hard bulge beneath his ass.
Jensen stammers through his pinkened face. "M-Mr. Pa-"
"Jared, pup,” the bigger man corrects again, his voice dropping to a low and calming rumble. "Or you can call me Alpha."
"Alpha..." the omega whispers, testing the word on his tongue.
It feels so right. The alpha's lap feels so powerful and safe, and Jared exudes authority that the omega yearns to submit to. He lets out another shaky breath, resting his cold hands on the alpha's broad chest and shoulders.
"Alpha," he says again, the word making his chest flutter. "Please…"
Jared has to bite back another possessive growl as the omega repeats that word again. It was everything his alpha instincts had ever wanted to hear.
"Please what, baby?" the alpha asks, his hands gripping the omega's hips even tighter. Even through the fabric of both their pants he can feel just how hot between the omega's legs had become.
"I need... God, I don't-" Jensen whines softly, feeling Jared shift between his legs, his cock pressing so hard up beneath them. It was so close, and he wanted it bad.
As the omega squirms on his lap, Jared can't help but roll his hips upwards, his arousal getting harder to control.
"Shhh, pup,” he growls softly, shifting slightly to get a better angle. "Alpha will take care of you. Just be a good boy and relax, alright?"
Before Jensen can so much as nod, Jared leans in and presses their lips together. The touch of their lips, despite how soft and gentle it was, sparks something inside of the omega. The kiss feels like fire, setting every nerve-ending alight as Jared devours every small sound that escapes the boy.
Jensen moans, his slender hands sliding to the alpha's jaw as he melts into the kiss. He's so responsive, arching into Jared's touch with a sharp gasp as the alpha's tongue slips out to deepen it.
He feels so small now, Jared's arms wrapping behind the small of his back, holding Jensen firmly seated as the alpha rolls and grinds up under him. God, it felt good, the friction intoxicating.
Jared's tongue explores the boy's mouth as he rolls his hips once more, pressing up into the omega's body. He can't get enough, can't think of anything else but how much he wants to devour every single inch of the slender boy straddling his lap.
"God, you're perfect," he mumbles against the boy's lips, voice thick with lust. "So small and pretty."
Jensen nips at Jared's bottom lip, shivering as he feels those damn big hands slip up and under his sweater. He’s never had someone touch him so intimately before, and he’s so wet with slick that he had to be dripping.
"Take me- Oh... God!" Jensen gasps as Jared buries his face into the crook of his neck, nipping and lapping at his scent gland. "I trust you, need you, want you. Please, alpha, I'm yours. Please, please, please-"
Jared lets out a deep, possessive growl as the boy begs so sweetly. He could be so easily coaxed, so receptive to the alpha's touches and words.
"Shush, baby," Jared whispers against his boy's skin, his hands mapping out the slender expanse of his back and sides. "Alpha's gonna take good care of you. I'm gonna give you exactly what you need, okay?"
Jensen nods feverishly, his body practically riddled in goosebumps, nipples perky and pebbled as his body gets a chill of excitement. Jared's hands slide up the boy's back, taking the sweater with them to undress the young omega. He pulls back only a little to slip the shirt over Jenson's head, tossing it to the floor. He takes a moment to look at the boy's smooth, creamy skin, tracing his fingertips over his sides. Beneath his fingertips on the boy's left side, he can feel a sort of gnarled divot in otherwise silky flesh. Tilting his head to the side a bit he can see a curved scar about eight inches long below the boy's ribs, aiming down towards his hip bone. Jared runs his finger through the indent of it, glancing up at Jensen questioningly.
"I was in the back seat when we uh… when we got hit - driver's side, I was behind my dad,” he explains, allowing the large alpha to explore his somewhat new blemish. "The door panel broke inward and cut me pretty bad, fire department couldn't even get the door open initially. I was pinned essentially."
"Did it hurt?" Jared whispers.
Jensen shakes his head. "I wasn't conscious. I don't really remember much besides waking up in the hospital."
Jared inhales deeply for a moment before exhaling slowly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jensen's forehead, his lips lingering there soft and warm for a long moment. But he doesn't say anything, because he doesn't have to.
His omega understands.
The alpha is pulled back into the moment from his thoughts when he feels the boy shyly lifting the bottom of Jared's henley, smiling as he sits forward enough to pull it off for the boy. Jensen's eyes bulge in shock and awe, emerald eyes darting and mapping out every inch of tan, rippled muscle before him. Jared was perfect, a dream, and as the omega reached out with tentative fingers for that first touch, it almost didn't feel real.
Gently, Jared rises from his seat on the couch, Jensen's arms around the thick column of his neck, legs around his hips as he carries his prize to the bedroom. He could smell the boy's sweet and pungent scent of arousal rolling off in waves now, could feel slick just soaking through his jeans. Despite his sheer mass, every movement Jared makes is swift, graceful, and tender, like he's carrying precious cargo and fears the boy shattering. After laying the boy on the bed, his thick fingers work Jensen's fly for only a moment before he slowly pulls them down, pausing at the hip to glance up at the omega’s face.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
Jensen is sitting up on his elbows, watching every movement of Jared, completely entranced. He can only nod in response, suddenly feeling very shy and vulnerable before the experienced alpha. He lifts his hips slightly as Jared pulls them down and off, tossing them by the door.
Jensen now lays bare before Jared, his small omega cock hard up against his inner thigh, knees pulled up and legs shut in a shy manner, between his cheeks visibly wet and glistening in hot, fresh slick. Jared's nostrils flare, the intense scent slapping him in the face, assaulting his senses.
"Fuck…" he snarls, running his hands up the front of Jensen's shins, and back down his calves.
Jensen speaks up nervously, his voice cracking slightly. "I've never… You're my first,” he admits sheepishly.
Jared meets his eyes, brows lifting slightly. "Nothing at all? Oral, fingers…?"
"Nothing," Jensen answers, toes curling as he shifts. "Too scared."
Jared nods in understanding, opening his mouth to respond before the pup interrupts him again.
"But I'm not scared with you. I've never felt this safe before. Never felt this right."
Jared has to get his pants off. Now. His cock was screaming under the strain, he was so hard and aroused that it was damn near painful. But all he manages is to pop his button and unzip his fly before he sinks to his knees at the edge of the bed, kissing and nipping at Jensen's legs.
"Let me taste you, my omega. Please, you're so sweet and beautiful."
Jared's lips move up from Jensen's legs to his inner thighs, nipping and kissing all along the way. He can feel Jensen trembling beneath him, but his patience is finally wearing thin, and he doesn't stop until he reaches his target. Jared spreads the omega's legs wider and takes a deep intake of breath before diving into the pup's sweet center.
His tongue circles around the puckered hole of Jensen’s ass before pushing inside, tasting the salty tang of slick that coats it. If he was going to fuck the little thing, he'd have to get him worked open. A little voice in the back of Jared's head is terrified of hurting the boy, just because of how drastically different they were in size. But he can be gentle - he will be gentle.
Jensen arches off the bed with a moan, fingers gripping at the sheets below him with one hand as his other clasps over his mouth. His cock gives an enthusiastic jerk, a pathetic line of precum drooling down into a small puddle below his navel. Jensen's toes curl, his hand moving from the sheets to softly tug and pet Jared's long, thick hair. All the while, he moans and whispers incoherent pleas, muffled into his palm.
Jared flicks his tongue over every inch of skin surrounding Jensen's furled, pink pucker, while one hand moves up to grip at the omega's meager dick. He strokes it idly - teasingly, while continuing to eat out the boy's sweet hole.
Jensen writhes and whines under Jared’s touch as pleasure courses through him like electricity. His cock is still leaking and he can feel the heat building in his belly. He bucks his hips up into Jared's mouth, desperate for more. Jared responds by pushing a finger inside Jensen’s tight, virginal hole while continuing to lick and suck at it with fervor. Jensen's eyes blow wide, the combination of sensations suddenly too much as he cries out, spilling himself over Jared's hand.
Jared doesn't stop though, he just slows his licks and starts to curl and thrust that finger in and out, stroking that sweet spot inside that is making Jensen’s legs quiver so pretty.
"You taste amazing," he murmurs against his skin before pulling his finger free, reaching up to trace it along Jensen's pouty lower lip.
Jensen is shy at first, but with some gentle coaxing from the alpha he parts his lips, and tentatively sucks his slick glaze clean from Jared's finger.
Jared smiles proudly, his eyes dark with lust. "Good boy. Such a good omega for me, darlin'."
Slipping tongue back in and over the omega's entrance, Jared slowly reintroduces his thick digit, gently adding a second to encourage some stretch from the omega's tight entrance. Jensen moans, sitting back up onto one elbow, his other hand slowly tugging his cock back to life. It only takes a second before Jared notices, using his free hand to take over in stroking Jensen's small cock, adding even more pleasure to the mix. The omega is writhing now, moaning loudly and begging for more.
Jared complies eagerly, pushing in a third finger alongside the others. He twists them slightly inside of Jensen before pulling back out again only to push them back in deeper than before. Jensen's hips lift off the mattress, and Jared pins him back down with a soft and possessive growl.
"God," groans Jensen between gasps of air. "Feels so good."
Jared grins up at Jensen, his fingers still working inside him as he leans in to kiss the omega's thigh. "You are so tight, Jen. I gotta get you ready for me,” he says in a warm tone, before going back to work.
He slowly picks up the pace, alternating between his mouth and fingers, pushing deeper and faster into Jensen's willing body. The room is filled with sounds of wet slurping noises as Jared works diligently between Jensen's legs giving him pleasure that he has never experienced before. The boy's body is wracked with pleasure as Jared expertly works him, and he can feel himself getting close again, his hips thrusting up into Jared's mouth and fingers.
"Please," he begs, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I need more."
"You like that?" Jared asks huskily, his voice sending shivers down Jensen's spine.
"Yes," Jensen moans loudly, his head thrown back in abandon. "Don't stop, please alpha!"
Jared doesn't stop until Jensen reaches his peak once again, the omega a writhing and trembling mess beneath him. Before long, Jared is at four fingers of wonderful stretch, his omega's length twitchy and oozing against his soft lower belly - tired and spent, but Jared isn’t even close to done. The boy's once tight hole is now a slick, soft ring of muscle, ready for Jared to claim him as his own.
"You're doing amazing, little one,” the alpha murmurs, his hand stroking Jensen's spent and sensitive member. "But we're not done yet."
Jensen's eyes widen in surprise as Jared strips off his boxers, his massive alpha cock slapping up against his lower belly, swaying freely with every movement. The man climbs up on the bed, straddling Jensen and kissing him with a sort of tender passion that gives the omega all sorts of butterflies.
"Are you ready for this?" Jared asks softly, gazing into Jensen's eyes with a mixture of lust and attentiveness.
Jensen's eyes widen as he stares at Jared's impressive length. "Can I touch it?" he asks hesitantly, his fingers hovering just above the thick shaft. He was so innocent, yet so curious. The sweet omega hadn't ever seen an alpha's member in person until now.
"Of course, you can," Jared replies with a smile, reaching to take Jensen's trembling hand and guide it toward his shaft. The omega wraps his small hand around the alpha's girthy appendage, marveling at its size and warmth.
"It's so big…" Jensen whispers shyly in awe, his eyes briefly darting to Jared's with a deep blush settled on his dewy cheeks. To say Jared's length is intimidating would be an understatement- it was the length of Jensen's forearm, and about the same thickness.
Jared chuckles softly at that before leaning forward to kiss him again. "It is, Jen, but it'll fit perfectly inside of you. You'll see,” he murmurs against Jensen's lips before trailing kisses down his neck and chest.
The omega shivers with anticipation as Jared positions himself between Jensen’s legs, scooping up a healthy amount of omega slick from between the omega's cheeks, and using it to slick up his length. Jensen bites the inside of his lip, flinching as Jared presses his dull mushroom tip against his entrance.
Jared glances at the boy's face, sensing his nerves. "You tell me if it's too much, omega. At any point, I'll stop if you ask."
The young omega can only nod, his heart in his throat and head swimming with thoughts until it happens. Slow and easy, Jared presses into the boy's soft flesh, the tip just popping inside as Jensen hisses softly through his teeth, fists balled up and brow furrowed.
"Am I hurting you?" Jared asks, trying to ignore the primal urge to just sink himself into Jensen fully.
Jensen takes a second, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. "N-no… not really. I mean, it does a little but not bad. It's different."
Jared pulls back out, before gently gliding his tip right back in, gauging the boy's reaction before pushing in a couple of inches, and pulling back out again.
Jared's chest rumbles in approval, watching that tight ring of muscle strain to welcome his cock inside. Even after working it loose, Jensen's still choking him out beautifully.
But he's tense. Jared can feel the tautness of the boy's muscles under his touch.
"You have to try and relax, omega. Give into the pleasure. You don't have to be nervous with me, do you understand?" he says in a gentle, yet direct tone. When the boy gives him a puzzled look, Jared pats his leg. "You're very tense. Relax, that way it doesn't hurt you."
Jensen forms a silent O with his mouth in understanding, exhaling a shaky breath as he makes a mental effort to force his body to calm. Just as his body goes soft, and releases another distracted exhale, he feels Jared's length slip in a few more inches, giving a surprised yelp that has his hand quickly slapping over his mouth. Jared stops immediately, looking startled.
"No! No, it's okay. It doesn't hurt, I promise," Jensen stammers, Jared's eyes bearing down on him, studying every single part of him for any signs of distress. "I'm okay, alpha. I promise. Please, I'm okay,” he adds with a whimper.
"Can you take more? I'm half in."
Jensen mentally groans at this. Even half-sheathed Jared was making him feel so damn full. He wasn't sure he could fit any more, but in the back of his mind Jensen's omega was howling, begging for more; begging to satisfy their alpha completely and fully.
Jensen finally nods, biting his lip as he tries to relax and open up for Jared - his alpha. The older man takes that as a sign to push in deeper, slowly but surely inching himself further into Jensen's tight heat, both of them very aware of every bit of every aching inch as it disappears into willing omega flesh.
Jensen's face twists at the sensation, feeling stretched and filled like never before. But it's not entirely unpleasant - there's a strange sense of pleasure mixed in with the pain that has him moaning softly beneath Jared through strained breaths, like his ribs are in a bind. And as Jared continues to work his way inside Jensen, he leans down to kiss him deeply. The little pup was being so good for him, so eager to please even with so little experience. Jared can't help but marvel at the raw instinct it's taken for the boy to allow this to happen.
It’s slow and gentle at first until they both start getting more heated; tongues sliding together wetly as their breaths mingle between them, and shallow, half-thrusts until Jared feels the boy's muscles melt in his grip. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of stretching out Jensen’s small hole bit by bit, Jared is fully sheathed inside him. He pulls back slightly from their kiss and begins moving within the boy beneath him, watching intently at the point where their bodies connect.
"Oh, mercy…" Jared growls, teeth bared for a moment as he watches the taut, cum drizzled skin below Jensen's navel bulge, highlighting the silhouette of his cock from the inside. "You feel that, boy? Feel how deep I am inside you?"
Jared takes one of Jensen's hands, laying his sweaty palm over the bulge.
Jensen gasps as Jared starts to thrust, his body adjusting to the new sensation of being filled and stretched so completely to his limit, mind reeling at how he can feel the man's large member under his hand. It feels impossible. But with each passing moment, he finds himself getting more and more used to it - even starting to crave it. There was something so erotic, thinking about Jared touching parts of his body that nobody ever has, inside and out.
A deep, rolling pace slowly quickens, Jensen's moans growing louder until both alpha and omega are panting in unison. Jared's hips snap into Jensen at a punched-out pace that has the omega seeing stars, pain and pleasure pulsing through every inch of his body.
"Fuck," groans Jared between thrusts. "You feel amazing."
Jensen can only whimper in response, hands alternating between gripping along the pillow under his head and the alpha's torso, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He feels like he could cum again any second now just from the way Jared is moving inside of him. But before he can reach that peak again, Jared pulls out suddenly and flips Jensen over onto his hands and knees.
The omega looks back at him, eyes wide with surprise as Jared positions himself behind the boy's pretty and petite frame.
"You are so beautiful, Jen. You're perfect," Jared marvels softly, placing a hand on Jensen's lower back, running it up and back down the boy's spine.
Jensen drops his head with a deep moan, pushing his hips back towards the alpha in invitation when Jared thrusts two fingers into his abused hole again, just for a moment. But with that encouragement from the pup, Jared lines up and pushes back into the omega with his leaking cock again - harder than before and hitting deep inside of Jensen's body.
Jared's pace quickens, his hips slamming into the boy with an almost brutal force, the boy's moans and cries of ecstasy bouncing off the walls. Even as he pounds into Jensen relentlessly, Jared is careful not to hurt him - always mindful of how much the small thing can take. As Jared's hips continue to drive into Jensen's tight heat, he reaches under the omega to play with his half-hard and over-sensitive cock. The touch makes Jensen moan and squirm, both in pleasure and oversensitivity from having already cum twice at the alpha's hand.
"Oh God-!" gasps Jensen, feeling like he might explode at any moment from all the stimulation.
Jared grins wickedly at that before leaning forward to kiss along the back of Jensen’s neck, his chest blanketing the boy's back, huge arms wrapped around that tiny waist. It feels so damn good inside this boy; tighter than anyone else has ever been before. It makes it hard for Jared not to lose control and just fucking use him.
But he wants to make it last, so he slows down slightly, hips rocking slow and deep once more, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.
Jensen can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge again, his entire being consumed by the intense sensations coursing through him. Jared's hands eclipse most of his sides where he holds onto Jensen's soft body, using that grip to pull the omega down to meet his forward thrusts. Jared can feel the boy tightening around him in one last pathetic orgasm - the poor thing so spent that nothing even leaves his poor cock. Jared watches how the omega's arms give out so that he's face down on the mattress, ass up, just fucking taking it. They're both so close, and so tired - just a little longer.
With one final thrust from Jared, his knot latches inside the boy as he comes undone, pumping his omega full of hot seed. His body shakes slightly with his release, alongside ragged moans and grunts through labored breaths.
Then, it happens.
As if the knot wasn't enough, Jensen's body goes stiff as a board through a silent cry, eyes clenched shut as Jared's teeth sink into the nape of his neck. His jaws clamp down, holding onto the skin there hard as his hips rock and grind at the point where their bodies are tied. White hot pain only takes a couple of seconds to turn completely to serene bliss - Jensen was claimed, mated, bonded. He was Jared's, and Jared was his.
His alpha.
As they both come down from their highs, Jared gently maneuvers them both to lay on their sides on the bed, Jared holding Jensen snugly against his chest. They're both breathing steadily now, sweat slicking their bodies as they lay there in silence for a few, long moments. All the while, Jared kisses and licks blood from the mating wound, nuzzling his nose into Jensen's shoulder every now and then.
"That was amazing," murmurs Jensen softly after a few moments have passed.
Jared rumbles in agreement, kissing the boy's shoulder from behind. "You were amazing, little one,” he replies, reaching out to stroke Jensen's hair affectionately. "You are perfect."
Jensen purrs softly now, turning back over his shoulder to catch Jared's lips in a slow, sensual kiss, different than before - less frantic and needy, more loving and tender.
"Thank you for choosing me, alpha,” he whispers against Jared's lips, his eyes sparkling, pupils blown.
Jared rubs his hand slowly up and down the warm skin of Jensen's stomach and chest, then his hip and thigh. All of this boy belonged to him now; he feels like the luckiest alpha alive.
Before Jared can even respond, he hears Jensen snicker quietly to himself, his brow quirks in curiosity. "What's so funny, Jen?"
Jensen shakes his head dismissively through a blush and smile. "Just thinking."
"About what?" Jared chuckles, pulling the boy impossibly closer.
Jensen's face glows with a sort of youthful joy and sparkle as he offers a small, shy shrug, his lips curling up into an amused smirk as he speaks. "About how I got an alpha for Christmas."
Jared's heart flutters at those words. Jensen was just… so innocent, so beautiful, so kind. So his.
Jared leans to pull the covers over their bare forms, careful not to tug on his knot that is still swollen inside the boy. He then nestles comfortably back behind Jensen, kissing his shoulder once more.
"I love you, Jensen. Get some sleep, I'll drive you home in the morning."
Jensen nods silently, murmuring a soft "love you too" before exhaling a sigh of relief.
Before long, the omega is falling asleep, warm and safe tucked in with his mate.