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stripytightsFandom: Supernatural RPF
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Genevieve Cortese
Chapter: 2/?
Length: 4648
Rating NC-17
Warnings/Kinks dub-con, mpreg, dystopia, sort of slave fic
Summary In a world where women can no longer have children, genetically engineered Omegas fill this function- if you can pay the price (and live with the consequences.) Jared and Gen are happily married, and buying Omega Jensen Ackles for the birth of their child seems like the perfect solution. The only downside is that Omegas can't survive the birth of a child- and that by design they degenerate after a certain age. Not that Omegas know this.
Notes Based on this prompt. With thanks to Tipsy Kitty for her time and edit! Also the third chapter will be posted tonight as well to bring it bang up to date with what has been written.
Gen settles herself at the desk, and enables her implant with a flick of her finger- she'll receive the call straight into her ear, and her throat modification will pick up anything she says. She's kind of old fashioned, has the most standard model fitted, the one you get when you're fifteen or sixteen. Jared has one of the more up-to-date ones where you can sub-delay messages, save them for later, or edit as you're talking if you have access to the main compu-access-point. Still it has all the basic features including an ability to limit the mic completely so whatever Jared and Jensen say won't get picked up.
Jared takes full advantage of this- Gen's sitting on a chair with her legs propped up, and her hand-held in her palm with all the relevant information scrolling across it, and he arranges Jensen accordingly. Spreads him across the sofa, until he's against the dark plasi-leather, a study in contrasts, Jensen's face laughing and excited, and it's kind of weird to remember what a big deal this is to him. Omegas get trained but they don't get fucked except with toys by themselves and their fellow Omegas. This is the first time Jensen will have had proper sex, and there's something unbearably exciting about that thought, even if he's not going to fuck him properly until Gen's fully participating. Gen crosses her legs at the knee as though to pre-emptively anticipate the inevitable, and Jared's eyes follow the tight tug of the designer cover-all against her thigh and she gives him a saucy wink as she speaks clearly 'Crimson Mkinly' and then leans her head back against the moulded chair.
Jensen's being patient, barely trembling as he waits, and Jared feels like a hungry man faced with too big a feast to know where to start. "Strip," he says, and his voice is already deeper than usual, turned on so easily by this. Jensen pulls off his white t-shirt with no ceremony, revealing a sculpted chest and strong shoulders that are enough to make Jared's mouth water alone. He's bare, like he's been waxed to an inch of his life, but if the catalogue was right, that's in his genetic code. Round his neck is his ID, on a chain too short to come over his head, and unbreakable. In the round flat disc of metal is every scrap of information about him in case he ever gets lost or damaged. It lies there, flat and silvery against his tanned chest and Jared wonders if that's another genetic trait. Jensen doesn't stop there though, tugs down his pants revealing lean hips, and that apparently the Farm doesn't believe in underwear. His dick is hard, curves upwards towards him and Jared's mouth starts watering in automatic reflex.
Last time he sucked a dick must have been months ago, when they'd been at that party in New York, and Olivia had suggested reviving their old group sex tradition. Wasn't like they had neighbours to swing with, and Jared was mostly monogamous by nature however old-style it was, he'd decided long ago. He'd enjoyed going wild again like he was at college, but going home with Gen knowing he had her all to himself had been the highlight of that party. This though, this is different. He's not having sex with another human being, not with anyone he can hurt or piss off, and he gets to have Gen with him while he does this.
Jensen strips off his socks while Jared thinks, flexes his bare feet against the carpet, then looks at Jared and lies back, arms above his head, and Jared is done waiting. Sinks to the ground in front of the sofa, traces his thumbs along the sharp definition of Jensen's hips, until the Omega hisses in a breath, bites his tongue like he's done something wrong and Jared is practically done teasing. He licks the head of Jensen's dick briefly, sucks it in, tastes the oddly neutral pre-come that swells up immediately like Jensen is on the edge of tipping over from nothing more than being stared at with what is probably a look that's rather unbearably hungry. Then he indulges himself, sucks at the nipples that've hardened so noticeably, and Jensen is barely able to restrain himself, jerks up for a second, and Jared gets the chance to hold him down with firm hands, feel Jensen subside under them and the resulting uptick in his own arousal. Almost without his knowledge his hands are roaming over Jensen, over smooth skin and taut muscle, partly because Gen loves his hands, loves watching him touch things, and partly because it would be a goddamn sin not to touch something this beautiful. Almost without his knowledge his hands are roaming over Jensen, over smooth skin and taut muscle, partly because Gen loves his hands, loves watching him touch things, and partly because it would be a goddamn sin not to touch something this beautiful.
All the while he can hear Gen's voice murmuring in the background, feel the heavy arousing weight of her gaze upon them, and he's half aware that he's arching up consciously for her, allowing her to see Jensen as well, them together, even if he can't see her looking. Then her tone changes, and she says to the people she’s conference-calling, "hold on for one second Crimson and Sendil." He hears the tiny click of her mike going off, and then she says directly to them. "Jared, tell Jensen he's allowed o touch you." That arbitrary half-request goes straight to Jared's gut, and he nods, turns to see Gen who is indeed looking at them, her eyes dark and hot-looking like she's one second away from leaping over the desk to join them. Her mike goes back on, and Jared looks down at Jensen, at the flushed skin of his face, how he's biting those lips like he just can't stop, traces a finger around them, slips it in for a second and feels Jensen's wet lips and clever tongue drawing it in even further, and yeah he can think of a million uses for that mouth and he doesn't think he'd be bored by the end.
"Jensen," he says. "You can touch me," and there's hesitancy in the hands that settle on his waist, slip under the t-shirt and settle on his skin, and he amends that statement. "Jensen," he says, and draws out the word to make Gen shudder with what's going to come next. "Jensen I want ou to touch me." Like some sort of switch has been flicked in his brain, Jensen's hands tighten and he settles them around Jared's waist more firmly, drags his fingers against the plane of Jared's muscle just where he is generally the most ticklish.
It doesn't make him laugh though, just makes him squirm against the touch, hiss with the effort of not jerking away, a strange mounting excitement in the carelessness. Jensen's hands are tugging at Jared's pants now, slipping in, down against his boxers pressing against his dick, and oh God he looks up, and asks, asks if he can. Jared's kind of going beyond words now, just nods and Jensen pulls his pants down enough that they sit low on his thighs, then with the gentlest of pushes, he reverses their position, ducks his head right down, and begins sucking Jared with more enthusiasm than skill.
When the rare friends they had with Omegas had talked about them, they'd made it sound like male formed or female formed, they were sex gods, that could do everything right without a false step, who felt so good around your dick or sucking on your clit that somedays if you were lazy and didn't feel like work you could stay in bed all day, and just come with them, until you were completely sated, watch how much they loved it. Whatever Jensen is, he's not a sex-god, but he's all kinds of awesome at what he's doing.
There's something about how eagerly Jensen tries to take him all (and Jared isn't exactly small) that sparks on something deep inside him, makes him wet with more than just Jensen's mouth, and then Jensen's pulling back and considering, and when he goes down next, he's better nd can someone even do that in the space of three minutes? Clearly Jensen's learnable skill-sets include sucking cock, from the messy wetness of his initial attempt, he's now pulled back to focus on Jared's cock-head, is clearly calculating what exactly gets Jared off the fastest, because whenever Jared moans at some especially flirtatious flick of Jensen's tongue, it gets repeated in combo with whatever had worked ten seconds ago as well.
He's barely aware of his hands in Jensen's hair, tugging him closer, needing more of how this feels, but he gets how smoothly Jensen moves, steadies himself with his other hand and takes it all in, his clever fingers smoothing down and around Jared's shaft in the moments that he pulls back for air, slicking him wetly, coating his hand and then sliding his hand between them and tugging so lightly on Jared's balls that it barely registers, except as a hot pressure, and then he's coming, pumping into Jensen's mouth, and Jesus he swallows like it's nothing, and looks at Jared like he's something special, which wrings another few droplets of come out.
When he's back and alert, he sort of wishes he could help get hard again instantly when he sees Jensen, still between his legs, looking up at him with the same hungry look. When he glances downwards he sees Jensen is hard still, and really it might be part and parcel of being made to specification but his dick really is near perfection- long, thick and so hard it's practically against his stomach despite the gravity. When Jensen crawls back, sits up, Jared remembers that he doesn't ask or anything. When he comes, if he comes, is up to them.
When he looks over, Gen is staring at them both and he knows that look. She's barely listening to the voices in her ear, or adding responses, and wow it must have hit her hard if she's neglecting her work even a little bit. Eventually she stirs into a response, and Jared is hit with a wicked idea. The thought of Jensen pushing apart Gen's cover-all, sliding it above her knees, pushing it over the smooth skin of her thighs, following up the slow slide of material with his clever fingers, before he tugged her hips closer to him, raised her enough that he can bury his face against her, make her come as hard as Jared just had, makes his spent dick twitch with interest.
She catches that glint in his eye though, and clearly brings the conversation to a close in response to it, which he's counting as a win, but he's pretty sure will end up being a loss to him once Gen's done. Not that getting another blow job from Jensen is going to be a hardship, but retaining enough brain to talk to his editor just isn't going to be possible at the same time. When she's clicked off the conversation, she stands and moves over to the little tableau they've created- Jared sprawled limp and finished, Jensen still resting between his legs. She sits down beside him when Jared raises his head and lets him rest it against her. Jensen stands with one lithe movement, and shifts himself until he's kneeling in front of Gen, like he's asking her to let him do this. She twists a tiny bit of his hair (it's cropped short and close to his head for ease) and widens her legs a little bit.
Jensen takes up the invite eagerly, his hands stroking up her legs, a little teasing and when Jared turns his head a little he can see the touch of awe on Jensen's face, at this, at being allowed to touch, to please, and yeah he can feel himself shivering back into life, not quite hard yet, but getting there. Then Jensen is laying soft kisses on her thighs, his hands resting on them, and Gen full on tremors and Jared can feel that movement run through them. He moves his hand lazily until hers rests in his, pulls it to his lips to kiss briefly, feels her touch his jaw delicately, settle her hand on his neck. Jared can't see exactly what's happening, just the smooth naked swoop of Jensen's shoulders as he bends in close, but he can guess from Gen's muted moans, the way she slides down to give Jensen better access. Imagines the tongue and the talented mouth that had just been sucking him off, going to work on her now, pressing in deep just the way she likes it, sucking at her, then soothing with tiny tongue movements until she presses up into him.
It takes almost no time at all to bring Gen off, she's so excited from watching them, and Jensen kneels there still, licking at her until she can barely take it anymore and has to squirm away, upon which he stops instantly, pulls back and rocks onto his heels, swiping a careless hand across his face. His dick almost looks angry now from the blood flow, and Jared rolls off the sofa, licks his hand and smoothes it along Jensen's dick. Watches the Omega's eyes dilate a little, like it feels too good to be true, jerks him off with calm steady strokes. Gen leans forward to kiss Jared and then to press her lips to Jensen's and it's that which shoves him over the edge, makes him come all over Jared's hands.
They sit there panting for a moment like they've been caught up in a marathon, then Jensen stands and leaves to fetch a cloth.
He cleans them both with a peculiar gentleness, and then like some late gesture towards modesty pulls back on his clothing, and vanishes again towards the kitchen. When he returns he's carrying a tray with two glasses and a jug of the cool lemon-flavour water that had been in the fridge, sets it down and pours them each a glass, watches them drink with a smile.
"Do I have to do writing after that?" Jared says, with his face tucked into Gen's side.
She elbows him and not gently. "If I have to take calls on my day off, then you can write some words mister." The old-fashioned endearment is easy and natural between them, and when Jared looks around, Jensen's vanished- taking the tray with him like he knows not to intrude on moments that have nothing to do with him. With a sigh Jared drags himself upright. Technically, he supposes he could just transcribe his words- turn on his mike and have it stored forever on the compu, but it's the one way he's old fashioned- he likes to type most things still.
So he compromises and slouches into the chair Gen had been sitting in, and pulls up the thin flexi keyboard onto his lap, and switches the display from flat to vertical so he doesn't have to lean over. Gen kisses the top of his head, and wriggles her cover-dress down from where it had bunched up around her waist. "Going to have a shower," she said with a smirk, and he waved her off with a grin, as he pulled up the last file and got back down to work. "You should probably check on Jensen," he calls after her and she raises a hand in acknowledgement as she vanishes up the stairs.
Jared was twenty words down into his latest trashy addition to his oeuvre, his brain still like mush as he tried to fight on through, yawning as he went. This as the reason midday quickies weren't a great idea he thought, and his work wasn't inspiring either. He was making a name for himself slowly and surely as a vid blocker and writer, but what sold was lurid romance, action movies and the occasional thriller. Writing the script for 'The Killing Machine Part III: The Reckoning' was soul-draining, trying to make it romantic as just weirding him out. Still it was excellent money, and not the hardest gig he'd ever done. When he'd managed to struggle through a couple of hundred words more dialogue, he saved it and set it aside with a small gesture, and went back to his game save.
Alternating between his game, and his work, he managed to get a decent amount done, and by the time Gen called him in for dinner he was feeling more than a little pleased with himself. Gen was dishing up, and Jensen was undoing the lid on the little square box that contained his food- a nutritionally balanced mix of vitamins, minerals, calories and the special blend of drugs that kept his body functioning at an optimal level. Although he could eat normal food, it wasn't recommended- too close to blurring the lines, so instead he ate in the dining room, while Gen and Jared stayed in the kitchen, with a glass of wine each.
"Should he sleep with us tonight?" Jared asked, gesturing towards the other room.
Gen wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure. I don't want him to be alone for the first night in a new house- he might be scared, but maybe he'd like to become accustomed to his own room. What do you think?"
Jared considered as he spooned up the last of his sauce. "With us I think. He'd like that." He remembered the look on Jensen's face as he'd come from Jared giving him a handjob and Gen kissing him, and gulped his wine back. Yeah Jensen definitely would like that. He can barely wait for bed-time- kinda like he's five years old again and waiting for Santa to come the next morning, and he thinks from the way Gen's shifting that she can't wait for it either.
When finally they can justify an early night, Gen runs up the stairs to get everything ready, and Jared pops into the dining room, feeling a little bit of guilt for having left Jensen there alone for so long. Jensen seems perfectly happy though, empty packet in front of him, and his head buried in a book f all things.
Jared can feel his eyebrows shooting up, though he's not exactly certain why he's so shocked. It was just rather unexpected to say the least. Jensen's head came up slowly as though reluctant to tear himself away from the pages, but as soon as he saw Jared, he beamed, and put the book down carefully as though it was infinitely precious, and gathered up the scraps of his meal. "Can I do anything?" he asked, and Jared shot one last look at the book. It was upside down but he could tell it was 'The Chronicles of a Dying Land', ne of the last books ever physically printed and bound, written by some environmentalist fifty years beforehand bemoaning what he thought was the world's inevitable fate. The irony wasn't lost on Jared- the book was printed on paper after all.
He didn't say anything about it though, just said "we're heading to bed now." Jensen nodded eagerly and disposed of his things in the kitchen unit before walking sedately up the stairs behind Jared who was still thoughtfully considering Jensen and the book. When he got to the room though, all the thoughts were driven out of his head. Gen had changed into something less comfortable, and put their playbox on one side, the small palm-piece beside it, regulated to both their patterns to provide the longest lasting pleasure. He launched himself onto the bed, careful not to crush her, but placing a kiss on her lips before he stood up again. "I'm going to have a quick shower," he said, and gestured Jensen into the bathroom. Water-shortages years ago had become less prevalent but sharing a shower was the best thing to do still. He kept it short and sweet, though a wet Jensen soaping himself up was nearly irresistible, as was the matter of fact way that he washed every nch of his body.
When they were done, Jared was already keyed up and excited, the faint thrill from earlier bleeding through, and Jensen needed no prompting- he was hard himself already, and Jared remembered Robin saying that the best thing about an Omega was that they were always ready, always willing. Seemed that at least was definitely true. Gen was reading her own book, but she put it to one side when she saw them, shifting on the giant bed that had been their first joint purchase as a couple, until Jared crawled towards her, and kissed her, hot and breathless, feeling her answering response leap up, until she broke away, mouth swollen and beautiful, and got to work on whipping off his shirt. Jensen apparently needed no instructions, shuffled around on the bed until he was behind Gen, bent to kiss her neck, run his hands down her until he could tug up the silk-like long camisole she was wearing, following her every movement, and that sight- Jensen's naked tan body pressed against Gen's lighter skin hit Jared like a punch, and he hesitated unsure of what he wanted the most.
There were just too many options, too many combinations and he felt like Buridan's ass, poised between them all unable to make up his mind. Gen solved it for him, squirmed out of Jensen's grasp, who instantly let her go, incapable of even for a second denying her, and twisted a little bit towards him, entwined her hand in his. "Relax," she says, and bites his lip softly. It's kind of weird- they've done this on more than one occasion in the past, but this is different. Jensen is theirs nd it's throwing everything a little bit off kilter. He's feeling a certain responsibility to make it good for them all, which is pretty alien to any other time he's done this, and he thinks it might be because he and Gen are responsible for Jensen, legally and morally, they have a duty of care towards him in the bedroom and everywhere else, and that's kind of a weird amount of responsibility.
Gen gets it, like she always does and her eyes go soft for a second. "I want you to fuck Jensen," she says softly. "Fuck him really well, and I'm going to ride him." Jared's not actually entirely sure how those logistics are going to work out for everyone concerned, but he's more than willing to give it a shot. Jensen gets the picture immediately, flops back on the bed and shoves a pillow under his hips to give Jared some space to work with.
He spreads his fingers with lube, wet as he can get them with the stuff, and pushes one into Jensen, can't help watching how easily he opens for it, tilts his hips towards Jared as though in invitation for more, and he doesn't know exactly what he'd been expecting but Jensen feels so real underneath him that it sort of takes his breath away. He can't help pressing in deeper, and then sliding a second one along inside it. He's heard the stories- who hasn't- about Omegas who can self-slick, but that's high-range top-quality modified stuff. Jensen just feels human- tight and hot and easy around him. Jared's so caught up in the gentle movement of his fingers in and out, like some exploration of a landscape he's never thought of that he barely notices Gen steadying Jensen's large dick with one hand, and then easing herself down onto it, until that thought actually sinks into his brain, and he can't tear his eyes away. Jensen's hands are firm and steady on her waist, and he holds her with every appearance of iron strength, until she pushes down herself, swallows him in, and Jared's own cock jerks between his thighs at that thought.
Jensen is pinned by Gen's weight now, her small body still sufficient to hold him down, her thighs gripping his body hard as she bottoms out, and Jared can't take it, pushes Jensen's legs apart and slides on in, desperate to join them both. Part of his mind is distantly amazed at how flexible Jensen is- arching up against him, allowing him access, but most of him is consumed by how good this feels. By instinct Jensen's legs have curled around his hips, and Jared can surge forward with relative ease, push inside Jensen and feel how hot he is, and how tight. He's almost overwhelmed, leans forward, and rests his head against Gen's back, feels her smooth warm skin on his, and sucks in deep breaths of air.
Working out the logistics takes more than a little bit of wriggling, and Jared can't pull out and thrust back in as hard as he'd like, contents himself with speeding up- small thrusts of his hips as deep as he can get, while Gen controls the action on top of Jensen, levering herself up and sinking back down, her legs locking tight, muscles in her thighs tense, one hand steadying herself on Jensen's chest, as the other slides down around Jensen's cock where it's pressing inside her, and it looks like those hours in the gym were paying off- he hadn't properly realised before just how strong she was. Jensen is arching against her, torn between them both, hips helplessly following as Gen lifts up, then pushing back with the tiny amount of leverage he can get onto Jared's dick, and like Gen he's deceptively strong- when he flexes unconsciously, his hips lift her as though it's nothing.
Jared feels a tiny bit like he's breaking apart when he pushes in as hard as he can, and Gen leans back a little bit and they're pressed together like that. He kisses every inch of her that he can reach, frees a hand to move her hair for her, over a shoulder rather than beginning to stick to her neck, filled with love for her, and a strange blossoming affection for the stranger in their house and bed who is giving them this. Jensen comes first unsurprisingly, the double stimulation he's receiving does its work swiftly, and Gen tumbles over the edge swiftly after that, Jensen's fingers on her clit as she clamps down on his softening dick, and she slides off, lies there beside Jensen, fingers lazily stroking over him, as Jared now free to fuck Jensen properly, pushes in faster to his yielding blissful body until fingers tight on his hips he finally comes.
Again Jensen is the first to recover, cleans them both seriously and carefully and Jared wonders if that's what he was taught- not to take a moment for himself, just to care for those who'd been put in charge of him. He doesn't go so far as stripping the bed- Gen had had the forethought to put down towels beforehand, but stands there awkwardly for a moment. "Would you like me to stay or should I return to my room?" he asks, hovering there.
"Whichever you like," Gen says drowsily, and Jared elbows her. They're not supposed to give open ended choices. It's not fair. Jensen doesn't seem oppressed by it though, and curls up at the end of the bed almost instantly, taking her on face value. In moments he's asleep, as is Gen cuddled into the curve of Jared's arm. He moves his own feet carefully to ensure Jensen has enough room, and can't help feeling before he drops off that their Omega is a little odder than he'd expected
Chapter Three found here
