For Your Entertainment - 2b/3+1

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Part 2A

It’s bizarre how things can change from one second to the next. It shouldn’t be surprising, since, in the end, a second is just another arbitrary measure that time will completely ignore as it goes on, but when it feels like the world is crashing down around you it’s still pretty damn noticible. Jensen knows that the ball is in his court right now, and yet nobody's handed him the rulebook..  Still, he’s an intelligent man, he should be able to figure something out, right?

Looking at what Jared has done, Jensen’s a little puzzled at his massive reaction, since he obviously had no qualms about taking a whip pretty damn close to Jensen’s balls last time, and if he’d hit him…

But that’s just it, isn’t it? He didn’t, because Jared’s every move is calculated and controlled. It has to be for him to be able to push past Jensen’s limits – he’s got to have a tight handle on his own.

He has to prove time and again that Jensen’s trust is not misplaced, and to lose control like that, to violate Jensen’s confidence in him to the point of losing that trust…. Yeah, he can see how the prospect might be pretty damn scary. It also makes Jensen realize that Jared is invested in this thing they have here, even though you can barely call it a relationship, and that he doesn’t want to fuck it up. The thought is… kind of endearing really.

 

Still, that doesn’t do squat to help Jensen decide what to do next, but he knows it’s on him to call it off or get them back on the rails now… somehow. It all comes down to what he wants, right here, right now. Jensen shifts his weight a little, and, why… even with all the babbling and flailing, Jared seems to have forgotten that he’s still got his fingers stuck up his ass. Also, since nobody’s moved for what.. several minutes, Jensen’s muscles have had time to adjust, and it really doesn’t hurt much anymore. Instead it's starting to feel pretty damn interesting now that he thinks about it. Suddenly, a deep belly laugh works its way up Jensen’s throat. He wants to throw his head back and holler about the irony of it all, but he knows that if he lets it all out now, he’ll break down in hysterics, and that will be the end of it. He reins it in instead and only chuckles a little before turning to nuzzle the side of Jared’s face where it's still pressed into the crook of his neck. The other man is startled by the sudden touch and draws back until they’re eye to eye again. Jensen holds his own in their staring match, eyes flitting over Jared’s handsome face, laying him open for once, searching for something he can’t quite name.

They’re a strange pair, really, and it totally should not work.

 

Regardless, Jensen finds himself wanting. Craving what Jared can give him, even if it pushes him out of his comfort zone in so many ways. So he decides to be the one to do the taking for once, putting the world right side up again. He angles his head slightly and moves in to caress Jared’s lips with a tentative brush of his mouth.

I forgive you.

Jensen lets his eyes fall shut when Jared responds, pushing back into a familiar rhythm that stokes the heat in Jensen’s belly. He should be appalled at his own behavior, opening himself up so wantonly now, when his surprised rebuke was what got them into trouble in the first place. But right now, he just wants to feel good, even if that means that he has to shove his tongue into Jared’s filthy mouth to get his point across.

Get the fuck on with it already.

As their making out gets more enthusiastic, Jensen feels Jared’s fingers twitch, moving slightly before they suddenly brush against something inside him. It sets every nerve ending on fire, making Jensen’s eyes fly wide open, and he has to break their kiss to gasp for a breath that turns into a garbled moan. Jared chuckles into his ear and whispers:

“Yes, baby, that’s it… gonna let me make it alright again, are you? Gonna let me make it up to you so good.”

Jensen nods frantically. He’s prepared to let Jared do just about anything right now if only he will just do that twisty thing that… oh God, right there.

 

Jared works him into a frenzy fast, twisting and spreading his fingers, pushing the pain further away with each brush over that incredible place that’s been there in Jensen’s body all his life without anyone ever telling him about it. He squirms and wriggles, circling his hips in a desperate attempt to get some friction on his untouched cock, but it’s no use, since he has no leverage against the bonds holding him in place.

“You are glorious, you know that? And all mine. Never gonna let anyone else do this to you, are you?”

Jensen barely hears the words that come out of Jared’s mouth, understanding only about half of them. He nods enthusiastically anyway if it will only ensure that Jared doesn’t sto…

“Wow, you really like that do you? I’m still going to have to punish you though, we didn’t get around to that yet.”

A shiver rakes down Jensen’s body as he wonders what Jared will use this time.

“But, I think I have just the thing to make it a little more interesting. Be right back.”

 

A distressed whimper passes Jensen’s lips when Jared withdraws his fingers completely. He wants to yell that being left cold and open like that is certainly punishment enough, and Jared is to come over and get cracking right this instant, but he manages to keep it down to little, disapproving moans and frustratedly flexing his fists. He doesn’t really notice that Jared’s back, before a slick, cold touch is back at his entrance, and, damn, Jared’s really not one to warm the lube up before putting it good use. When Jensen feels the breach a second later, it’s definitely not Jared’s fingers that slide back inside, it’s something solid and just a little bit wider than the fingers that stretched him. It’s tight, but stings only a little with all the slick easing the way. However, Jensen has to indulge his curiosity, risking a glance over his back. When he sees the light blue butt plug slowly disappear between his cheeks out of the corner of his eye, the feeling suddenly gets that much more real. He feels like the air’s been punched out of his lungs, and he screws up his eyes, desperately trying to stay relaxed under the relentless pressure building inside. Jensen takes panting breaths through his gritted teeth and tries to will away the blush that started to work its way up his neck the moment he looked back. The most humiliating thing however, is the way his cock is twitching against his belly, spilling precome onto his skin with every inch the toy slides further inside his body.

 

When the whole length of it is inside of him, Jensen feels Jared’s hands on him, grasping the globes of his ass to squeeze and massage them in a way that ellicites deep grunts. Finally, Jared draws his nails down his cheeks savagely, just shy of breaking skin.

“Now… I’m going to take the cane to your backside like a teacher should when a student misbehaves. If you dare to come during the first five, I’m going to make it ten.”

Jensen trembles at the delicious threat in Jared’s voice, and he tries to brace himself.

Once again, the first one hits him out of the blue, but nothing could have prepared him for the sparks that fly across his vision as the hard wooden length of the cane strikes right across his buttocks, the force of the blow driving the plug right into that spot. Jensen screams as pain and pleasure mix to make fireworks go off in his brain.

 

Jared takes his sweet time between the blows, but not enough to give Jensen the chance to come down completely. When the third one strikes the sensitive flesh right over his thighs, Jensen’s face is wet with the tears that run out of his eyes unchecked. With the fourth one it’s all he can do to stave of his building orgasm, while the muscles in his thighs tremble from the exertion of keeping him upright. He prays that he’ll make it through the fifth one, because there’s no way he can take ten. The slap of wood against skin sounds unnaturally loud in his ears, and the pain underneath the pleasure is the only thing that helps him hold it together by the skin of his teeth.

 

Relief lifts his spirits with each labouring breath when Jared’s hand smoothes down his shoulderblade slowly, soothingly, and his voice sounds from behind him:

“That was amazing, baby, and now you'll let go just for me?”

Jensen has no idea if it’s one or two more, before he goes over the edge right there, shaken to the core and thrashing uncontrollably against his bonds. He comes down from his climax with heaving breaths, sparks flying through his vision, and Jared’s chest pressed tightly against his back. He feels the other man undo his pants, before he slides his erection right between Jensen’s cheeks, thrusting against him at a merciless pace. Jensen arches his spine and presses back against Jared, despite the protests of his aching muscles and the burn of his heated skin, but he can’t quell the pitiful whimpers that slip past his lips every time the movement jostles the toy inside him. It fires up his oversentizised nerves to a point where he can barely take it anymore. When it finally becomes too much, he feels Jared grasp his hips in a bruising grip and come undone behind him, come splattering against his back.

 

After a moment of working his brain through the aftershocks, Jensen’s turn to jelly and give out under him, and he has no energy to stop them, even though it puts a terrible strain on his arms. Jared catches hold of him  with an arm across his chest and instantly moves to undo the cuffs around his wrists. The movement makes the muscles in his arms scream, because they’ve stayed suspended for such a long time, and Jensen bites back a moan, while Jared gently lets them down to sit sprawled on the floor. They’re still back to chest, and Jensen lets his head fall back onto Jared’s shoulder as the other man smoothes his strong hands down Jensen’s arms, massaging the circulation back to normal, until he clasps Jensen's hands, fingers weaving into each other. For a few moments it’s just them breathing against each other, racing heartbeats slowly calming down, and Jared’s gentle kisses against the side of Jensen’s neck. Finally Jared lets go and leans to the side, where he procures a wet washcloth from somewhere. The water obviously isn’t warm, but even though the coolness sends goosebumps all over Jensen’s skin, it feels nice when Jared begins cleaning him front and back with delicate motions. He only hisses slightly when Jared pulls the plug out of his body in one smooth movement, leaving his muscles loose and sore, but instantly soothed by a careful touch.

 

Jensen sighs wordlessly, melting into the ministrations, until Jared’s voice next to his ear startles him.

“You can speak now; you know that, right?”

Jensen turns to meet glinting eyes and a mischievious smile.

“Huh?”

“Oh, very eloquent, baby. You got anything more interesting to say?”

Jensen answers with a puzzled frown at first, before gets that Jared is serious.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Ah,” Jared strokes his flanks absent-mindedly, “I see, you’d rather be coddled and pampered, right? I should have known that you’d want your creature comforts, just like last time.”

Jensen’s frown deepens as he tries to make sense of what Jared is refering to. He shifts his legs so he can turn to face Jared, doing up his fly quickly, because he suddenly feels self-conscious.

“I… what? What are you talking about?”

Jared meets his eyes with an incredulous look.

“What am I…? Why this of course, getting you calmed down and cleaned up, just like I did on our first night. You remember that, don’t you?”

Jensen’s feels his eyes widen, because there was no such thing last ti…

“Shit, you really don’t, do you? This is just as much a part of the game as the whips and chains. Dear Lord, you’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Jared smiles fondly at Jensen’s dumbfounded expression and reaches out to lay his fingertips against Jensen's temple and smoothes them down to his jaw with the lightest of touches. The intimacy that suddenly springs up between them with that single caress makes Jensen’s throat close up, because Jared’s eyes say that he doesn’t want anyone else to ever touch him like this. It’s terrifying in its intensity, and for a moment it’s too much… Jensen moves back half an inch to put some distance between them, but he has to swallow and breathe deeply, before he can force the words past his throat to break the spell.

“I… I have to go. Now.”

 

He gets up on wobbly legs and makes his way to the door to scramble for the rest of his clothes, half wishing for Jared to turn around and stop him, but the other man lets him go without another word. Jensen gives Chad only a harried look as he hurries past on his way to the door, calling the car instantly. The whole drive home is agony, because there’s really no good way to avoid sitting down in the car short of kneeling on the floor between the seats, and that’s so undignified that Jensen’s not even thinking about it. He has no idea though, how matters are about to worsen even as he stumbles into the comfort of his own home, dropping his keys into the bowl in the hallway. He flicks the switch for the light and almost jumps out of his skin when he turns to find Misha lounging right there in an armchair he has obviously dragged into the hallway from the living room.

“Jesus Christ, Misha, you scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here?”

Misha fixes him with a look from his piercing blue eyes the kind of look that he gets when he thinks he’s onto something – which he is, but Jensen’s not about to spill if he can help it – and walks up to Jensen.

“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing, Jensen?”

“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Do you now? You’ve been off all week, irritable, and absent and the stunt you pulled with the bosses today? So not cool! Man, we can’t have you getting the reputation of being a diva like that. And on top of it, you’re suddenly unavailable the whole night, not answering your phone, not telling anybody where you’re going. And now you tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Jensen feels his face flush with guilt and embarrassment. It’s true, his behaviour was outrageous even though he couldn’t be assed to care at the time, and he should have known that Misha wouldn’t let it slide just like that. Also, he usually makes sure to send Misha at least a text if he’s going out for personal reasons – which is rare enough for a Hollywood star of his caliber – so that the other man knows not to worry, but it totally slipped his mind this time.

 

Jensen flounders around, fishing for the kind of answer that will placate Misha enough to leave him alone for at least the night, but before he can get there, the other man narrows his eyes and looks him over sharply before backing away with surprise written all over his face.

“Holy shit, you went back there, didn’t you?”

Jensen only takes half a second to smooth over his expression, but Misha knows him well enough to spot the widening of his eyes, and the tick in his jaw that confirm his suspicions.

“You did! Was it the same one as last time, did you meet again on purpose? Tell me!”

Jensen just stands there gaping for a moment. He really should be used to Misha’s straight-forward brashness, and the way he tramples all over personal boundaries, but this is putting a new spin to it.

“I… It’s complicated.”

“You’re going to have to tell me about this eventually if it’s something serious, so I can get a leash on the press from the get go; you realize that?”

Jensen pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly, since the words press and serious are just not something he’s prepared to process right now.

“Look, Misha, I appreciate your concern, really, and I should have called. I’m fine, but I really can’t deal with this right now. Can we talk about this another time when it’s not in the middle of the night, and I’m no longer dead on my feet?”

Misha gives him a look that makes Jensen feel like he already spilled all his secrets right there, then nods and smirks as he goes to open the front door.

“Dude, you’re completely gone for it. She really did a number on you, did she?”

 

With a short pat on his shoulder, he leaves Jensen to stare at the closed door with a sinking realization in his gut. His manager and friend is great at picking up things, but the obvious presumption with which he used the pronoun ‘she’ leaves no doubt how he thinks that Jensen spends his time out there, doing all sorts of unbelievably kinky things…

… with a man.

 

When Jensen crawls into bed that night, he lies down on his stomach and drags the pillow over his head. But he doesn’t fall asleep, before the first rays of dawn reach over the horizon.


Daylight Interlude