Christmas special:
The boys have some fun on Christmas. Role-playing, (minor dub-con), threesome, dub-pen, hotness, Hiding his flushed face against the cool skin of Jensen’s neck, Jared let out a soft whimper. The stimulation was just too much. He felt himself being nudged forwards in a weird three-person shuffle, and the very next second he found himself stretched out on Jensen, pinned there by the warm weight of Misha’s body on top of him.
2,000 words, Jared/Jensen/Misha, bottom!Jared, NC-17
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“Wha... what’s happening?” Jared asked nervously, backing away from the half naked man.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, kid,” the man murmured huskily, stepping towards him. His green eyes were roaming up and down Jared’s body, pupils dilating by the second.
“Where am I?”
The man chuckled softly, but said nothing, merely stepping closer and closer, backing Jared into the wall.
“What do you want with me?”
“Well... I think that’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” the man leered, his eyes going towards the nearby bed and then snapping back to meet Jared’s wide hazel orbs. “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you... much...”
“W...we?” Jared stammered.
“Hey, sweetheart,” came an amused voice from just behind him, making Jared jump and twist around, seeing another man there, also clad only in his boxers.
Strong arms slid around Jared’s waist, pinning him back against the green-eyed man’s chest. “I’m Jensen and this is Misha... What’s your name, gorgeous?”
“J...Jared...”
“Mmmm,” the man – Jensen – hummed, pressing his lips softly to the side of Jared’s neck, making him tense up and begin wriggling. The arms only tightened, and a brush of teeth against his vulnerable skin had him falling limp.
Misha smiled in a deceptively gentle way, and stepped right up into Jared’s space, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Don’t fight us, Jared... you know you want this...”
“I... I don’t... Please... I don’t want this...”
Jensen laughed softly, his hand sliding down to cup Jared’s aroused member. “Your body says otherwise, kid.” He gave the dick a squeeze, making Jared moan and sag back against Jensen.
“Let us see you, baby,” Jensen whispered softly, his hands sliding up under Jared’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Misha’s hands slid down to Jared’s waist, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down as well, leaving him exposed, wearing only a pair of thin boxers. He couldn’t help shivering.
He was spun around, a calloused hand cradling the side of his face as Jensen ravished his lips, tongue sliding into his mouth and dominating him so thoroughly that if Jensen’s arm hadn’t been wrapped firmly around his waist, Jared would have sagged to the ground – his legs completely useless in holding himself up.
The warm press of Misha’s body behind him came as a shock, as did the sudden pressure forcing him further against Jensen, their three bodies pressed flush together. Jared’s mind had clouded up; all he could feel was the insistent press of Misha’s dick against his ass and Jensen’s warm body rubbing against his own.
He let out a low, wanton groan, dropping his head forwards against Jensen’s shoulder as he begged softly, “Please... please... don’t...”
“Don’t what?” Misha murmured, thrusting against him, “Do this?”
Jensen thrust against him from the front, “Or this?”
Hiding his flushed face against the cool skin of Jensen’s neck, Jared let out a soft whimper. The stimulation was just too much. He felt himself being nudged forwards in a weird three-person shuffle, and the very next second he found himself stretched out on Jensen, pinned there by the warm weight of Misha’s body on top of him.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby,” Jensen whispered, his palm sliding along Jared’s cheek, holding him still for another heated kiss.
Misha’s hands were torturing him, sliding up and down Jared’s slides, teasing over his muscles and dipping under the waistband of his boxers, making him arch back into it. “Please,” he gasped against Jensen’s lips. “Please...”
"Shhh,” Misha breathed, his lips brushing across the delicate skin at the nape of Jared’s neck, “We’ll get you there, Jared...”
“Nrrgghh,” Jared groaned weakly, thrusting slightly forwards against Jensen’s straining member and then back against Misha’s, feeling it slip between his ass cheeks, separated only by the thin material of their boxers.
Jensen’s fingers traced over his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes in a ridiculously gentle motion as he whispered tenderly, “We’ll get you there, baby.”
Jared felt Misha pull away and let out a small sound of protest, hand flailing backwards to reach for the man, only to be soothed when he felt warm hands tugging at his boxers, “Let’s get us more comfortable.”
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And then there was just heated skin pressing against him. Two naked bodies trapping him, hands roaming greedily over his skin, and two mouths driving him absolutely insane, Jared was a writhing mess by the time a slick finger nudged at his entrance.
He tensed up for a brief second before he was distracted by Jensen’s lips seizing his, and when the finger inside of him jabbed straight at his tiny bundle of nerves, Jared let out a sob, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure taking hold of his body.
The stimulation of his prostate continued, as did Jensen’s thrusting upwards, but nothing prepared him for the sudden penetration of his ass, and he cried out at the pleasure and pain, unable to distinguish the two.
Jensen’s hands cradled his cheeks, thumbs brushing away his tears, and green eyes locked on Jared’s hazel ones, calming him. Misha’s soft hands stroked up and down his sides, easing the pain away, and the pleasure took over as the man began thrusting.
“God, you feel so good, Jared... So fucking good... so tight... so perfect...”
Every thrust forced him into Jensen’s warm body, and he clung to the man, shaking as he arched back against the thrusts, wanting more.
When the hard plunging slowed, Jared let out a soft murmur of protest, squeezing down around Misha’s dick, “Please...”
Jensen pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry, babe... this is going to feel so good. Promise you...”
He felt another lubed finger being pushed in beside Misha’s dick, stretching him impossibly wider, and he let out a low groan, body trembling violently.
But when the second finger forced its way in, the pain was too much, and he tried to shy away from it, which ended up with him being cradled to Jensen’s chest, firm arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and a soft, soothing voice whispering things into his ear.
More lube was added, and the fingers slowly moved around, stretching him. A warm hand curled around his wilting cock, teasing it back into arousal, easing the pain away. “Nearly there, babe...” Jensen murmured. “Gonna look after you, Jay... make you feel so good... so good.”
A third finger inched inside of him, and the pain took hold once again. Jared couldn’t stop himself from biting down on Jensen’s shoulder. The man let out a soft, startled sound, but didn’t loosen his tight grip. “It’s okay, baby... The pain will pass... promise... God, you’re so beautiful. Can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Hurts...” Jared whimpered weakly.
“I know... I know, babe...”
“Mish... Misha?” Jared got out softly.
The man’s hand slid around to cup Jared’s face, twisting his head back for a deep kiss, “Right here, Jare... ‘m right here.”
“You ready for me, baby?” Jensen asked softly, his fingers sliding through Jared’s hair.
Jared wanted to say no; wanted the pain to end; wanted to be given release. But then he made the mistake of turning back to face Jensen, seeing the hope and heat and love shining in the green eyes.
He nodded jerkily and was pulled down into a soft, exploratory kiss, allowing Jensen’s tongue to slip past his lips, giving himself over to the man.
A second later, he was being split in two, the pain shooting up his spine and making him scream. Crying helplessly, he tried to pull away from the two dicks, tried to get away from them, but he was pinned between the two men, Misha’s full weight pressing him down onto Jensen’s cock.
Harsh sobs tore from his throat, coming out as garbled hitches of breath, and he could only sag weakly, skewered on the two dicks.
“Jay? Baby, look at me, please?” Jensen voice cracked and broke off. “Jay... breathe, babe... breathe...”
Harsh, shuddering gulps of breath later, Jared no longer felt sure he was going to die. Instead, he felt around the pain, felt the trembling of the two bodies sandwiching him, felt the two rapid pulses inside of him, felt the impossible closeness of the two men around and in him, felt how incredibly full he was, felt what it was like to be claimed so thoroughly that he couldn’t tell up from down, felt what it was like to be loved.
“Move,” he croaked out through his shredded throat.
Jensen let out a low groan and pulled out slowly, his dick scraping against the walls, stimulating the millions of nerves and sending pleasure coursing through Jared’s body. Then, in one smooth movement, Jensen shoved back inside, forcing Misha’s cock against Jared’s prostate.
Misha began moving as well, letting out moans as he went, thrusting deep inside of Jared and reaching around, his fingers curling around Jared’s aching cock.
“Oh, god... please... please... fuck... oh, god...” Jared sobbed, his eyes rolling back, his head thrashing from side to side on Jensen’s shoulder. His whole body was on fire with pleasure, arching with every thrust of the dicks inside of him, even more so when they coincided with each other, slamming against his prostate in one forceful thrust.
A searing heat unfurled from the pit of his stomach and crept to the surface, just as Jensen murmured, “Come for us, babe...” With a sharp cry, Jared let go, his spunk splashing out, coating his and Jensen’s chests. He heard the other two shout out, and seconds later he filled with their come.
Everyone sagged bonelessly, all utterly worn out from the exertion of it all, their bodies slick with sweat, and their breaths harsh and laboured.
Eventually Misha shifted behind him, easing out as gently as possible, but making them all wince anyway. “I’ll go get a cloth,” Misha murmured, pulling away. Jared shivered as cool air filled the space, and he inched closer into the warmth of Jensen’s arms, lying in the crook of his arm.
“Merry Christmas, baby...I love you...” Jensen murmured, lips pressed to his forehead.
“Love you too, Jen... Fuck... that was so hot...”
“How’s your ass?” Jensen’s fingers slid down to stroke over it gently.
“Sore.”
Jensen pulled him closer, pressing soft kisses over his face, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“You too.”
Warmth suddenly pressed against his back, and Jared smiled, leaning back into Misha’s touch, reaching around for the man’s hand, dragging it over his waist and curling with it until it was tucked safely under his chin, then he snuggled closer to Jensen.
He loved how they just fitted together, seamlessly. He loved them both so incredibly much that he would never be able to live without one. And he loved how close they all were.
A soft kiss brushed down the delicate skin of his neck, and Misha murmured, “Night, Jay... Love you...”
Twisting around to give the man a final goodnight kiss, Jared whispered back, “Love you too.”
Then he turned to bury his face under Jensen’s chin and smiled when he felt the warmth of Misha using the dip between his shoulder blades as a pillow.
Christmas was awesome. But then again, so was the rest of the year. And he knew that if he played his cards right, he could get his two lovers to do this again, regardless of any lack of special occasion.
He shifted slightly and winced at the twang of pain shooting up his spine, knowing he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Grinning, he burrowed down into the warmth of the men: there was a lot of pampering in store for him.
Safe and secure between the two men he loved more than the world, Jared let out a soft, happy sigh, sinking into the clutches of sleep.
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