Summary: John Winchester is on a stakeout. But finds his attention is on a woman who moves into an apartment below the one he’s meant to be watching. He saves her from her would be kidnappers and embarks on a journey he never intended to keep her alive from insidious people from her past.
Chapters: 7/7
Characters: John Winchester, OFC (Red).
Warnings: Swearing, violence, bodily harm, mentions of assault, death, smut.
Summary: John is on a stakeout. But finds his attention is on a woman who moves into an apartment below the one he’s meant to be watching.
John Winchester & original fictional character. Eventual smut, plenty of angst.
Warnings: Cursing, talk of violence, nekkidness, mentions of abuse.
Word Count: 1,791
Chapter summary: John finds out Red’s real identity.
SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST
After my accident, I scrubbed up and got back into bed, fighting sleep as much as I could but suddenly I found myself staring at the ceiling and I knew it was morning. Red was gone.
There was noise coming from downstairs, the smell of burning toast found me as I trudged into the kitchen, grumpy and still tired as hell.
‘You look awful, Winchester. Get any sleep?’ Faye shot me a look and turned away with a grin on her face. I knew what she was getting at but I ignored her.
Red looked like a deer in headlights, those big fuckin’ eyes looking at me like she was waiting for me to start yelling and pointing my finger at her.
I just shrugged. ‘I’ve had better nights.’ From the corner of my eye, I saw Red straighten, dropping the remains of her toast onto the plate.
‘I’m gonna get to work, take as long as you need but get the fuck out of my house, Winchester.’ Faye left me with a kiss on the cheek and a wave to Red.
The silence that laid over us was smothering. Sipping on coffee in the hopes it would rev my engine, she was squirming, I could sense it.
‘So…’ She started.
I leaned back against he fridge and waited for her to open up.
Rolling my eyes when she started talking about how sweet Faye was.
‘Who the hell are you?!’ The mug I’d held clattered onto the table as I put it down, I honestly didn’t mean to make that much noise.
Red visibly recoiled. I would have felt bad but the anger in my stomach was coming to a rollin’ boil.
‘John…’ she began pleading.
‘Tell me who the hell you are.’
Blushing, Red scrubbed her hands on her jeans and pushed out her chair. ‘Don’t shout at me.’ She mumbled, trying to push past me.
‘Red, please.’ I lowered my voice, I really didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable but my head was fucked up with this woman.
‘I’ve helped you a few times now, I feel I’ve earned a bit of trust. At least tell me your name. Then we can work on who you are and what the hell you’ve been doing to me.’
This close up I could see the perfect curve of her cheek to her chin, streaked with a stray tear.
Taking a deep breath, she looked me dead in the eye. ‘My name is Desdemona,’ she spat, as if the words would strike me down.
I probably looked like an idiot. Desdemona? What kind of name was that?
‘I never would have guessed it.’ I bit the inside of my lip, no way in hell would I have guessed. She didn’t look like a Desdemona. Maybe a Hazel or a Heather.
Red shook her head, holding her arms around herself. ‘I prefer Red.’
The hint of a smile disappeared as soon as it had come.
‘Desdemona,’ I tried to be softer, was she doing this on purpose? Was the innocence all an act?
‘Start talkin’ or I’ll salt every corner of the room and leave you here.’
‘That won’t stop me,’ she blurted.
I raised my eyebrows ‘oh, it won’t?’
Swallowing hard and thinking for a second, she threw her hands into the air. ‘Fine. My name is Desdemona and I’m running away from my brother because he plans on using me as a sacrifice in one of his fucked up fantasies.’
‘I already knew that, why does he want to sacrifice you, what is he getting out of it? And why am I waking up with bruises and…’ I stopped myself just in time, maybe the sex dreams were just that, I didn’t wanna put my foot in it. She could think I’m some old creep wanting a bit of ass.
‘It’s a long story.’
‘I got time.’ I was gettin’ testy again.
Red, no, Desdemona huffed. This all felt too much like a dad/daughter relationship. Part of me was turned on by it. Keep your damn thoughts to yourself, my brain scolded.
‘I’m afraid you won’t believe me if I told you.’
‘You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve seen and heard over the years.’ My eyes followed her while she paced across the vinyl floor, biting her nails.
‘When I was 16 I found out that I have this thing wrong with me and that I inherited it from my grandma.’
‘The one that named you?’ I interrupted.
Red nodded furiously, continuing ‘And my brother, well he’s a total asshole, always has been. He’s a big deal in underground crime and he has been…hoping to siphon this thing that’s wrong with me.’
I held up a hand, she stopped pacing, dropping her hands by her sides.
‘I’ll just stop you there, Red. You’re a succubus.’
Red grimanced ‘kinda’.
‘No kinda about it sweetheart, you’ve fucked the living hell out of me twice now.’
The colour drained from her face. ‘I didn’t mean to’, her voice was barely above a whisper.
‘Can you control it?’
She shook her head, ‘it only happens when I’m asleep and usually when someone is attracted to me, you know?’
I shrugged, yeah I’ve had sex with people that found me attractive but that’s where the similarity ends.
‘And your brother isn’t like you?’
‘No, but he knows about what I am because he uses me.’
Red broke right then, her body crumpled to the floor, loud sobs wracking her small frame.
I got to my knees and wrapped my arms around her. ‘Your brother is scum, if I meet him, I’ll put a bullet in him.’
‘Why do men always think violence is the answer?’
‘Got any other ideas, darlin’?’
I could feel her tremble, no suggestions were forthcoming.
‘Tell me then, Red. He uses you when you can’t control it, does he abuse you physically, when you’re awake?’
Red sniffled. ‘No, not yet. That’s what the whole ‘sacrifice’ thing is. He wants to use my physical body to remove the demon part and take it for himself. I can’t let him do that, do you know how many people he could hurt?’
Red looked at me, wide eyed and tear streaked.
‘Too many people I’m guessin’.’
‘I ran away. It was an impossibility that he would find me. But he did. Somehow.’
‘You can’t run forever, he’ll find you again unless he’s stopped.’
Red pouted. ‘Can you help me?’
‘What you thinkin’ sweetheart?’ I sat back on my heels and heard her out.
***
To say the next twelve hours didn’t go as planned is an understatement.
We ended up in a nice enough motel, the owner gave us the honeymoon suite. The cocksucker probably has a two way mirror or some shit going on, he looked the type.
We’d been driving for hours, the pin in the map was exactly where we shouldn’t be goin’, back to Red’s hometown. Right into the jaws of the beast.
Red had slipped into a second hand shop at the first half decent town we’d come to. She even decided on a hat for me, I’m not a hat guy, but it made her happy, so I wore it the rest of the way.
With her new haul of clothes, Red decided to take a bath while I got dinner, somethin’ healthy enough, she said she liked vegetables.
‘I’m back.’ I called out, shutting the door behind me, locking it out of habit.
Sloshing sounds from the bath was all I heard.
A few minutes later, I tapped on the door. ‘Red, you ok in there?’
No answer.
‘Red? Dinner is getting cold.’
The door released from its catch with a squeak, opening the door an inch. Peach smelling mist seeped out from the crack.
‘Red?’ I pushed it open a little more, I could barely see anything the room had steamed up so much.
Her hand placed on either side of the tub, she grabbed hold of it and stood up slowly. When the air cleared I could see her, naked and pink from the hot water.
‘Uhhh’ was the noise I made, trying to avert my gaze.
‘Why so bashful now, John?’
‘I…I didn’t mean to just walk in on you.’ Oh fuck, what was I doing?
‘You did though.’
Squeezing my eyes closed, I hoped when I opened them that she would wrap a towel around herself.
No such luck, her lips turned up into a grin. Her eyes narrowing, she raised a hand, beckoning me.
‘Help me out, John. I don’t want to slip.’
Working on auto-pilot I grabbed the towel resting on the sink and moved to her, taking her hand. She caught me looking at her, fuck.
‘John?’
Her voice, it wasn’t like it was at night, when she was her demon self, it was her, but it was different somehow.
‘I want you.’
Shaking my head, I tried to step back. ‘No, I can’t.’
‘Oh,’ there was sadness in her tone, disappointment.
‘It’s not that I don’t want to, Red. I just can’t take advantage of you.’
She raised an eyebrow ‘John, please. Tomorrow I may be dead. YOU may be dead. Just give me this.’
Her fingers reached out, touched my neck, running her hand down my chest, stopping right over my heart.
Those perfect pink lips were so close to me. We connected, my mouth resisting for a breath. But I drank her in as if she were my last sip of water in the desert.
She tasted like strawberries.
The distance between the bathroom to the bed wasn’t far but we stumbled together.
My shirt was gone and her fingers were exploring my scars. Her eyes were wide, goddamn she was gonna kill me with those eyes.
‘Can we leave the light on? I want to see your face.’
‘Of course, darlin’, we can do this any way you want.’
Red nodded, her fingers dancing against my zipper.
‘You’ll have to help me.’
‘You know where it is, sweetheart, you’ve had it before.’
Blushing, she shook her head. ‘Not in the physical world. If I do this, I own the bad thing and it can’t be taken away from me.’
Oh fuck. I wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do but she was pulling me under, her breasts were pressed against my chest, she was kissing me and I was hard as steel for her.
‘You sure?’ I muttered into her neck, sucking softly on the sweet smelling skin.
She agreed with a swoon, I swept her up into my arms and lay her on the bed.
‘Its a party, you’ve been to one before.’ Jared’s voice came from the bathroom, where he had been making far too much noise the past few minutes.
‘Hmm,’ Stef replied, running her hands along her hips, the gown she chose for tonight hugged her in all the right places. Considering herself for a minute, she decided to stop being so hard on herself, she looked hot. Nodding in agreement with herself, she sat on the edge of the bed to pull on her heels, these were new. She would be towering over Oscar if she wore them on a date with him, but tonight she would be with Jared. A girl didn’t have to worry about what heels she wore with him. Tying the ribbon across her calf, she stole another look at herself. These shoes were so pretty, they were black satin with a killer stiletto heel.
‘You ok out there?’ Jared called, still banging things against the sink.
‘Yep,’ Stef stood and walked around the bed, testing the shoes. She wouldn’t last all night in them. There was no way. Women who could walk in heels were warriors in Stef’s eyes, they had always been a little too painful for her.
‘Beauty shouldn’t be painful.’ She said, loud enough for Jared to hear.
‘You’re so beautiful you hurt my feelings,’ Jared responded.
Stef snorted with laughter, ‘oh shut the fuck up.’
She could hear him chuckling in the bathroom, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
‘You ready?’ Jared stepped out of the bathroom and paused, his jaw dropping ever so slightly when he saw her. Recovering with a loud swallow he ran a hand along his mouth, ‘well you look...’ he couldn’t think of the right word.
‘I look...’ Stef fished for the words.
‘Delectable, stunning, beautiful...like I wanna rip the dress off and take you right here.’ Jared offered, walking toward her, slowly dropping his hand against her ass, pulling the satin material aside, revealing the slit that ran up her thigh.
‘My god.’ He said, his half lidded eyes drinking her in.
‘We don’t have to go to the party,’ he whispered.
Stef smiled, putting her hand over his and pushing it away. ‘You can look but don’t touch. At least til later.’
Jared whimpered as she turned away, watching her hips sway, one hand on the door handle. ‘Come on, you don’t want to be late!’
Jared pouted, ‘how can I go outside, other people will look at you and try steal you from me.’
Stef tutted, ‘get your ass into the car Jared, or I’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there for the night.’
‘Oh you would, huh?’
‘And I’d send you pictures of me hanging out with your friends.’
‘Hmmm,’ Jared’s pupils were blown wide with lust, there was no mistaking the erection forming in his pants.
‘Sitting in Jensen’s lap maybe...’
Jared cocked an eyebrow, ‘nuh-uh,’ he grabbed for her, pulling her to his chest. ‘You’re tall in those shoes.’
Stef playfully pushed against him, unable to contain her giggles. Wrapping his long fingers around her wrists, he moved them behind her, her body was flush against his now, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He growled, soft and low.
‘We have time, we could have a quickie.’
Stef stayed quiet, her consent given while she leaned her head back, offering him the length of her neck. Leaving her tied up in one hand, he moved the other to run a thumb along her throat to her breast bone, her cleavage round and soft and inviting. He wanted to tear at the fabric, rip it away so she would be bear for him. Grinding his teeth, he was breathing hard. ‘No,’ he whispered. Their lips so close, the static crackling between them, dip in and kill the lights or pull back?
Jared chose the latter, he released her hand and moved for the door, ignoring her plea. ‘Like you said, we don’t wanna be late.’
He was still hard as he sat into the passenger side of her car, he had to push the seat back to make room for his legs. Looking across at Stef as he drove out into the street, he knew she was just as horny as he was.
‘You ok to drive in those shoes?’
Stef put her foot down, the car responded easily and roared onto the highway.
‘We will be there in a little while so behave, or don’t. Just don’t tease me.’
‘Oh and you wouldn’t tease me by sending me pictures of you with my friends, huh?’
She looked across at him and the shit eating grin he wore, she couldn’t stay mad at him. Rolling her eyes she concentrated on the road while he fiddled with the bluetooth setting on her radio. Allowing himself a dramatic gasp when one of her own songs started up. Twin Flames had been the easiest song she had ever worked on, it was quite far down on the list of music that hadn’t disturbed her sleep. It was just he icing on the cake now that she had met Jared on the video shoot. And now he was sitting next to her, his hands on his knees, he was looking at the lights they passed, humming the lyrics.
‘Ever think of writing any music?’
‘I can’t sing.’
‘Yes you can. You should do some back up vocals for me when I’m back in the studio.’
‘You’re recording something soon?’ Jared looked a little excited. ‘Come on!’ He threw his hands in to the air, ‘I’m a fan, sue me.’
Stef broke into a laugh, ‘yep, I met with the band and they have some music for me to write lyrics to. I’ve gotten a few done already.’
‘Can I hear ‘em?’
Stef winced, ‘not yet, we’re not even at demo stages yet, honey.’
Jared grumbled, ‘when then?’
‘Ok, I’ll get something down this weekend and I’ll let you listen to it. See what you think.’
Jared seemed happy with that, he was nodding and grinning. Holding his thumbs against his chest, telling himself he was ‘the man.’
‘If I roll my eyes at you any more on this journey, I may crash the car.’
Jared clapped his hands, delighted at having wound her up so much.
***
‘Ready?’ Jared said, looking at her through the eyeholes of the mask on his face. Stef nodded, wondering why she was nervous. Everyone inside had been at the wrap party. From the sounds of it, it was a little more wild than she expected.
A Supernatural masquerade party at Halloween was bound to be a little crazy. ‘You nervous?’ Jared had his hand in hers, squeezing it a little for reassurance. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Her mouth was dry, she wasn’t good, not really. Her feet wouldn’t move.
Jared leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips, catching a little of the red lipstick she had only just applied. Stef rubbed her thumb against it.
‘We can just go back to yours,’ he suggested, seeing she was uncomfortable.
‘Thanks honey, but no. I want to go to the party, my old shy self comes out when I see it’s in full swing. Especially when I don’t have alcohol in me.’
It had been her choice not to drink tonight, she’d wanted to have a clear head for tomorrow. It was her birthday after all, she didn’t want to spend it throwing up.
The door of the house opened, the noise getting louder. Jared waved at whoever it was, recognising them even with the ludicrous mask they wore.
Stef walked with Jared to the entrance, hiking her dress up a little so she didn’t walk on it as she climbed the steps. Jared slowed his pace while she adjusted herself.
Inside, there were bodies everywhere. Rock music pumped through the speakers. It looked more like a frat party than a sophisticated get together. Stef smiled, enjoying the fact that they were anonymous, well, she was. Jared was getting clapped on the back from every direction. Not one person noticing or maybe even caring that he was hand in hand with a woman that wasn’t his wife.
The wide hallway in the mansion had the biggest staircase Stef had ever seen. She thought about how many rooms there were, the doors on the upper floor suggested 10 that she could count. Someone was waving furiously from the balcony right above them. Stef couldn’t be sure who it was until they smiled. Jensen. Definitely Jensen. She waved back and he motioned for them to join him.
Stef pulled on Jared’s hand, he was speaking to someone, actually, shouting over the music. They were close to the speakers here. Stef wouldn’t be able to stand it for long.
Jared nodded and hit the man on the shoulder playfully, whoever he was. ‘Coming,’ he mouthed, following Stef up the stairs.
‘I was wondering when you two would get here!’ Jensen was in a three piece suit and a feathered mask, the two didn’t match but neither did the feather boa that was wrapped around his shoulders.
‘You’re not meant to know who we are!’ Jared grinned, chewing his gum loudly.
‘Yeah coz you’re not noticeable, you 7 foot freak.’
Between nudges and inside jokes, the guys did their best to include Stef in the conversation, Jared had his hand on her lower back, stroking his knuckles against her spine each time he leaned into listen to whatever Jensen was saying.
Throwing a thumb over his shoulder, Jensen shook his head. It was a silent conversation between the two men. Both took off down the hall. Jared held tight to Stef’s hand until they got to a stairwell that lead downward. They were going into the basement.
When Jensen opened the door to reveal the room within, Stef had to take a breath. It wasn’t techically a basement, it was an all out man cave. Huge sofas, every manner of game console known to man and a bar tucked into the corner.
‘Who the hell owns this place?’ She blurted out. Jared had taken the mask off his face and was rubbing his eyes. ‘Makin’ me itchy,’ he grumbled.
‘We rented it for the party, dunno know how owns it.’ Jensen offered a glass of scotch to them. Jared gulped it back in one go as Stef refused hers.
‘Nice to be away from the madness upstairs.’ Jensen poured Jared another two fingers.
‘Even down here you can hear them, are they always this...insane?’ Stef undid the ribbon at the back of her mask. Jensen may have forgotten he had his on, he kept talking while he drank. There was a long row of records on the far wall that Stef decided to inspect.
Jared would steal glances at her over Jensen’s shoulder. God, she looked so damn beautiful, he thought. The familiar warmth in his belly crept up toward his chest. Usually it went the other way, his loins were forever on fire for that woman. But this was a new sensation, he was crazy about her, sure. He couldn’t deny it. Everybody knew it.
‘Yo man, you listening?’
‘Hmm?’ Jared raised his eyebrows at the question but had to force his eyes away from Stef and her hands running across the spines of the records she was engrossed in, reading each and every one of them.
‘I forgot you can’t concentrate on anything else when that girl is around.’
Jensen was topping up Jared’s drink that he had in his had, but hadn’t drank. ‘Take it easy, buddy.’ Jared put a hand over the rim.
‘Problem?’ Jensen asked.
‘Nah, it’s Stef’s birthday, I don’t wanna be a drunken idiot.’
Jensen smiled, ‘you’ll just be an idiot, as usual.’ He turned to Stef, ‘happy birthday, girl!’ He raised a glass.
Stef turned to see both men looking down at her, she had bent over to see the second row of dusty records, blushing, she stood up. ‘Thanks.’
She rubbed her arms, it was chilly down here.
‘Thanks for coming to the party, if I had known I would have done something special.’ Jensen turned to his friend, gritting his teeth ‘why didn’t you tell me before, man.’
‘It’s cool, I have something special for her.’
‘I don’t wanna know if it’s anything to do with what you got in your pants.’
Jared snorted a laugh, ‘well, some of that and something else.’
Jensen clinked glasses with Jared, ‘to the birthday girl!’ He declared.
‘To the birthday girl,’ Jared joined in the toast, drinking down the scotch, letting it burn his throat, he preferred beer but he’d take what was offered.
It was half hour til midnight and the party had moved outside the mansion to watch fireworks. ‘So, birthday girl, have you had a nice day?’
Jared and Stef were definitely the only two sober people on the premises. Sitting together on a loveseat on the balcony overlooking the gardens. His jacket was resting across her shoulders, his fingers winding through a piece of hair that had come undone from her carefully constructed hairstyle.
‘Yes, I have. Thank you for spending it with me.’
‘I got you a little something.’ Jared reached into his pocket.
‘Oh no.’ Stef began blushing furiously. ‘You promised you wouldn’t get anything.’
Jared scoffed, ‘C’mon, I had to get you a gift.’
He produced a silver bracelet. So simple and elegant. It was actually exactly Stef’s style.
‘I had to check my pocket so many times tonight, thinking it had slipped out.’
Jared was busy wrapping it around her wrist he didn’t notice Stef blink away a tear that had almost broken out. No one had gotten her a gift like that in years. Years. The easy way he gave it to her, talking all the while. Stef grabbed his chin, his beard having grown out in the last few months. ‘Thank you.’ Her hazel eyes meeting his. Her stomach did a somersault. Those puppy dog eyes, how could she not fall for him?
They were kissing, sickening sounds that people complained about when a couple just can’t keep themselves apart in a public place.
Stef moved across into his lap, grabbing the back of his head and running her hands through his hair.
‘Any chance of you giving me some beard rash in some sensitive places when I get you back to mine?’ Stef was nibbilng on his earlobe.
She could feel the rumble of his laughter. ‘Most definitely, baby. It’s your birthday, I’ll do anything you want.’
‘That’s what I like to hear.’ Stef was grinding down against his crotch, the ache inside for him overwhelming.
Her hand reached down, palming his cock through his pants. ‘I want you,’ she whispered. ‘Right here on this balcony. Where anyone could look up and see us.’
Jared bit his lip, swallowing the moan her words had brought out of him.
‘I wanna check something with you first though,’ Jared grabbed her chin and turned it toward the corner of the balcony. A cctv camera was pointed down onto the grounds. ‘Would you really care if someone were watching us?’
‘Mmhmm,’ Stef slid down onto her knees, unzipping his pants in that slow, teasing way she did. She didn’t hesitate to pull him from his boxers and lick around the tip. He was so hard. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes. She was teasing him, alright. No one could do this like she could. ‘Would you still be doing this if someone were watching you?’
She looked up at him, her lips puckered as if she were about to kiss his mouth, instead she placed a kiss to the underside of the head of his cock. Nodding slowly, she began licking where she knew he was most sensitive.
‘Ok then.’
Jared took his phone from his pocket, typing something quick as a flash and drew her up by her elbows. His cock springing free from her mouth. ‘Get in out of the cold.’
Jared tucked himself back into his pants before rushing down the hallway to an open door. The lights inside were low, the fireworks throwing shadows and bursts of light across the walls. A huge four poster bed was the centre piece of the room. Not big enough to be a master bedroom, not in a house this size, but impressive none the less.
Stef expected Jared to throw her onto the bed and ravage her, but to her surprise, he sat on the chaise lounge by the window. Just to the left was a set of three long mirrors, giving him a perfect view of her as she kneeled to take her place between his legs again.
‘OK, please continue.’ Jared’s eyes were soft, half closed as he watched her open his pants again.
She pumped his thick shaft a few times, licking the tip before taking him into her hot mouth. He whimpered and swallowed hard.
Putting one hand on the back of her head, he watched her wiggle her butt in the reflection.
The three different viewpoints from the mirrors was a fucking great idea.
She sucked softly, making noises so sweet to his ears. She was loving this.
Jared watched her, taking his member down deeper and back out again, like it was made to be in her mouth. He could come apart right here, spill down her throat but he wanted to fuck her. She looked too damn hot tonight to pass up this opportunity.
Stef felt his balls twitch, this was the moment when he would tell her he was ready to blow. So she pulled back, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. He was breathing hard, but he was steady, controlling himself better than he had been able to before.
The fireworks were so loud outside the window, she didn’t hear him ask her to stand up.
Jared stood and turned her around, slipping his hand around to the front of her dress and down into her cleavage. His long fingers grasped at her nipples easily. His breath was on her neck, his cock grinding against her ass. Looking at him in the mirror as he found the slit in her dress and moved his hand along her thigh to land on her mound, she was soaking through her panties. They were new, black satin and perfectly ruined as he moved them aside to run a finger along her slit.
‘So fucking wet. You’re perfect,’ He said, eagerly kissing the skin of her neck.
Movement in the corner of the room caught her eye. Stef started, her heart hammering. ‘Someone is watching us,’ her voice barely audible over the fireworks exploding. Jared’s lips were at her ear, his voice drawing out the name, ‘it’s Misha.’
Stef squinted into the dark corner, he was still, his silhouette burned into her eyes as she squeezed them shut.
‘I can ask him to leave, if you want?’ Jared was pushing her over, one hand on her shoulder, the other sliding the dress up and over her ass. Stef couldn’t speak, this was really happening. Shaking her head, she leaned forward at his behest, feeling his hand running along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. His long fingers sliding her panties down, exposing her glistening pussy to the room. The flood of arousal allowed her to groan aloud, Jared lined up and pushed in without warning. Stef cried out with pleasure while he kept a steady pace. Looking up at the mirror, she saw Jared was looking her face in the reflection, the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin as he saw her looking back at him. His pace never faltered, the room was closing in around her. Never had she felt another pair of eyes on her and fuck if it didn’t make her feel dirty.
Jared bent over and grabbed her hips, spearing her with his cock, he was panting ‘you do like it, don’t you? Dirty girl. it’s making you so wet.’ His voice was too low for anyone else to hear.
‘Yes, I like you fucking me while someone watches,’ Stef grinned into his kiss. It was sloppy and hot, he nipped at her jaw before standing back up to his full height, continuing his thrusts.
Grabbing the edge of the chaise lounge to keep from toppling over as Jared started grunting, watching his cock disappearing inside of her. ‘So fucking wet, baby,’ he kept saying.
The fire in her belly was crawling slowly between her thighs, it wouldn’t be long until she felt the rush come over her.
Jared stopped thrusting and bit back his groan, teeth sinking into his lower lip. With a slap against her ass with one hand, he finally let out a breath. Stef was almost there but he wasn’t moving. ‘Don’t stop,’ she cried.
Jared grabbed the flesh of her ass and thrust hard into her. Gasping, she convulsed, laying her head down onto the chair between her outstretched arms.
Jared pulled out of her with an obscene squelch. Stef felt her dress move to cover her ass as he fixed her up.
‘Y’ok?’ Jared sat down heavily next to her. Turning her head to look at him, sweat lining his forehead, she smiled.
His eyes moved across the room as he watched his friend leave.
‘I’m ok,’ Stef whispered, closing her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the post orgasmic high.
When a few minutes passed, Jared grabbed her waist and dragged her across his lap.
She lay with her back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadying, his arms wrapped tightly across her chest, their fingers entwined.
‘It’s 12:00, Happy Birthday, baby.’ His lips grazing her temple.
‘Happy birthday to me,’ Stef shimmied herself against him, being exactly where she needed to be.
Giving up, she pushed it away. The restaurant was empty, Claire had never showed. Dropping as good a tip as she could on the table, Stef gathered her things and stepped out into the crisp autumn afternoon. It was warmer than yesterday, which was lucky as she had only brought a light jacket.
Shades down over her eyes, she wandered the streets for a bit. Everyone was bustling around, enjoying themselves, convention goers were easy to spot; most of them were wearing some kind of geek-tastic garments.
Stef’s phone had been pinging in her purse the last half hour, but she didn’t bother checking it, if it were really important, they’d call.
Deciding to do something she hadn’t done in at least a decade, Stef found a bench in the local park and slipped on her headphones. The familiar sounds of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’ filled her ears. Elbows on her knees, she put her chin into her hands and watched the world go by.
There was couple not too far away, both looking at something on a phone and laughing and another in the distance being very, very handsy.
She thought of Jared’s hands, how they made every part of her feel small.
Can we stop thinking about Jared for five minutes? Stef scolded herself.
Turning up the song, she ignored her inner thoughts.
The sun was dipping lower in the sky and she was utterly alone in the park now.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she scrolled through the messages.
Claire: Shit, sorry about lunch I went to the restaurant but you were gone.
Claire: Where are you?
Claire: You ok?
Darius: Hope you’re having fun, buy me something with dads face on it
Jared: Sorry about earlier, what you up to?
There was a missed call from Claire.
‘Hey bitch, whats up?’
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m walking out of the park right now, on my way back to the hotel.’
‘Are you on your own?’
Stef looked around, checking over her shoulder. ‘Yep.’
‘Where is it, we will come get you.’
‘It’s only, like, four blocks away.’
‘Hot young woman alone in a park, bitch, we are coming to get you before someone else does.’
‘Fine, I’ll wait by the hot dog stand.’
As Claire was hanging up, she could hear Richard getting an earful of abuse. Stef chuckled, Claire never put the crazy on a slow boil.
The hot dog stand seller was determined to sell a hot dog to Stef, trying to lure her in with the promise of the best mustard she’s ever had.
Telling him she was a vegetarian who hated mustard didn’t deter him.
She sighed with relief as an S.U.V. pulled up next to her, Claire’s hand beckoning her from the open window. Stef climbed into the back. She shook off the chill and the hot dog stink.
‘You ok, why did you just disappear? I was so worried.’
Claire had twisted around in her seat, a crease between her eyebrows as she scowled.
‘You didn’t show up for lunch, so I went for a walk.’
‘But you were gone for hours!’ She screeched.
‘Chill the fuck out, Claire.’
Richard was watching her in the rear view mirror.
‘Everyone was starting to freak out.’
Stef rolled her eyes, feeling like a teenager who had been caught breaking the law by a very disappointed parent.
‘What were you doing that you missed the dinner?’
‘I’ll tell you later,’ Claire huffed, back into her bad mood.
Stef pulled out her phone, desperate to ignore the tension.
Stef: I’m heading back to the hotel now, been out enjoying the sights.
Jared saw the message straight away, typing back quick as a shot.
Jared: I’m free for a half hour, can I come to your room?
Stef: ok, but no funny business.
Pulling into the underground, Richard parked up and put a hand on Claire’s knee.
‘I’m calm. I’m sorry, I just got worried about her.’
Richard nodded quietly.
‘Sorry, I got snappy, Stef.’
Stef grabbed her friend as they walked to the elevator, pulling her into a crushing hug. ‘I know you love me, sorry I didn’t contact you. I just needed a bit of head space.’
Claire took her hand, the other already in Richard’s. The three of them stood in the elevator in silence. Breaking apart when the doors slid open on Stef’s floor.
‘I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit.’
Claire wiggled in her fingers in farewell as Stef made her way down the hall.
Jared was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed.
So goddamn cute, Stef thought.
He stood to his full height when he saw her coming toward him, leaning in for a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘You good?’ He asked, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
‘Yeah, I’m good. Wanna come in?’ It was a useless question, he was on her heels as she opened the door.
She plonked herself onto the bed, taking off her boots. Jared sat on the edge of the desk, his arms folded across his chest, brows furrowed.
‘If you have something to say, please say it.’ Stef huffed.
Jared raised his eyebrows in surprise, ‘yeah so I understand you’re not happy with how this weekend worked out and I get it, I’m not either.’
‘It’s one thing of many that has me unhappy right now, let’s not lay all the blame on you.’
Jared blew hard through his nose, Stef wasn’t sure if he was mirthless laugh or one of those noises her father would make when he was about to say something sarcastic.
‘They come first, Stef, I’m sorry.’ Jared shook his head, looking down at the floor.
‘I know, Jared.’ Her voice was steady, this conversation had happened more than once, on her side at least. Her son was always more important than any person she dated. A lot of them hated it.
‘I have my own family, I get it.’
He still wasn’t looking at her. Stef moved toward him, their height difference more obvious now that she was barefoot, she just reached his shoulder.
Placing her hands on either side of his face, the stubble scrubbing against her palms as he put on a smile for her.
‘I don’t like that you’re unhappy, but I can’t do anything about it right now.’
Jared leaned his forehead against hers, still holding himself.
‘You can make it up to me another time,’ Stef stroked his face gently.
His hazel eyes finally met hers. He was sad. It wasn’t just this. Something else was eating at him.
‘What is it?’
She felt his hands reaching under her blouse, lifting it slightly so he could rest them against her hips. His skin was hot. Always so hot.
‘I wanted a weekend with just you and me, somewhere not hidden away and I think....I think my wife knew that and that’s why she came.’
Stef kissed his dimples, each in turn. She kissed his eyelids and his brow, holding him against her shoulder. They held each other in silence.
‘If your smell could rub off on me, that would be great.’ Stef placed a kiss on his hairline.
Jared chuckled, ‘I’ll rub off you like a cat, I can leave some hair if you want.’
‘Oh, your hair is already on the sheets. I found one inside the sleeve of my jacket earlier.’
Jared hummed against her neck, kissing down to her collarbone. ‘Are you coming to the Q&A?’
‘I promised I would.’
‘That was before,’ his voice came from her bosom, his nose nudging at her cleavage.
‘I’m still going. Claire missed lunch so I think I will make her buy the drinks for the night.’
‘You flying back tomorrow with a hangover?’
‘Fuck yes!’ Stef groaned, knowing it was going to be hellish going back home with Claire and no Richard.
‘Damn, that’s a long flight, that makes me feel worse now I couldn’t spend more time with you.’
‘Ah, I can hang with my friends, don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I don’t need that much entertaining.’
Jared sighed, checking his watch. ‘I gotta go before I start getting panicked phone calls from Jensen. See you down there?’
Stef pressed her lips into a tight smile, scrunching her face. ‘I’ll see you but uh, probably not a great idea to be hanging around you!’
Jared, who was half way to kissing her face, paused, peering at her with one eye closed. ‘You’re right. So, kiss me quick.’
Stef obeyed, an open mouth kiss with a flick of tongue before pulling away.
‘Nuh-uh,’ Jared responded by putting a hand into her hair and holding her; his mouth on hers for a deeper kiss. She knew he hadn’t had his fill but had to detach himself. His phone started to ring.
‘Fuck me, leave me alone for five minutes.’
Answering the call, he gave Stef a wink, hugging her quick with one arm.
And just like that he was gone again.
***
The hall was packed tight. A queue wound its way from the stage all the way down to the back of the room and around the other side. Stef stood next to Claire who was craning her neck constantly to get a view of Richard on stage. There was no use in telling her to stop, Stef knew she wouldn’t.
Everyone on stage was in great spirits, livening up the crowd easily. Some dancing, some singing. Then the questions came, Jensen as usual, played a serious version of himself, mostly to make Jared look like more of a goof than he already was.
It was the first time Stef got to see him as the adored person he was, his personality really was perfect for it. Throwing his legs over the back of the chair, his hands running through his hair every few minutes.
Jared chewed his gum with his mouth open, Stef remembered telling Darius not to do that; her mother would yell at her for doing it.
‘Can you believe I’m fucking that guy,’ Stef whispered to Claire.
Claire bit her lip, looking from Jared to Stef. ‘Lucky bitch.’
I am, Stef figured. Massive shoulders, strong arms, abs you could wash your clothes on, a cute ass and dimples? Not to mention a great sense of humor, Stef could never resist a guy who could make her laugh.
He was an impressive totem. And he was entertaining this crowd, screaming like a bunch of girls at a boy band every time they did, well, anything!
Stef made a note to try watch all of Supernatural, it was a show she had dipped in and out of through the years. She was terrible at keeping up with tv, making an exception for anything Oscar was in. Sometimes when Darius was younger, they would curl up on the sofa and watch him with bowls of popcorn, ready to call Oscar and rate his performance, a call Oscar said he always looked forward to.
Somehow, she thought, Jared may not feel the same way about that situation.
After the screams and laughter died down, a girl stepped up to the microphone.
‘My question is for Jared. Since starring in a music video, do you think you’ll do it again? Coz it was so sexy.’
Jared put a hand to his brow, Jensen was looking at his friend, doing his best to stifle a laugh.
Eventually Jared put the microphone to his mouth, ’No!’
‘Why not?!’ The girl squeaked.
‘Because that was special!’ Jared swung around in his chair, doing a 360 turn. Jensen continued looking at him, no expression on his face, microphone poised to say something.
‘Aww c’mon,’ the girl teased.
Stef could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, Claire was giggling next to her.
‘It was fun and yeah, I dig the music. But if I do it all the time, it won’t be special anymore.’
There was a wave of disappointed noises from the crowd.
‘They’re hungry for you, buddy.’ Jensen’s voice rippled across the room, followed by loud cheers.
Stef wished she could slip out of the room, unseen. But if she were noticed now, it would be awkward. So she sat still. At least Claire was here.
Claire seemed to feel her friends discomfort, sliding a hand into hers, she held on tight, not taking her eyes off stage.
Richard was at the side of the stage chatting a little to someone next to him, laughing at Jensen who was now making fun of Jared.
Jared was sweating more than usual, Stef could see it glistening on his neck. He was shaking his head, hair falling into his face.
‘Two videos wasn’t enough for you guys?’ Jared held his hands up.
The answer was predictable. ‘Ok, ok. I can ask to be in another one. But you guys have to be nice, maybe it’ll happen.’
After the cacophony of excited noises died down, more questions were asked. Then the hour was up.
Claire was scrolling through her messages.
‘Hey,’ she whispered, ‘Rich just text me, he says he has a pass for you to go backstage.’
‘Isn’t his wife backstage?’ Stef huffed.
Claire shrugged, ‘Jared says he has a few minutes spare and he wants to show you something.’
’What the fuck does he want to show me?’
‘I don’t know, bitch. Rich says go see him at the side door.’
‘When?’
‘Now!’ Claire waved her away, replying to Rich’s wall of text.
‘There she is.’ Rich waited until Stef was close enough to pass a lanyard to her. ‘Keep hold of that and follow me.’
Stef stayed behind him, walking through a hallway, past closed doors. Finally, stopping by a room that had chairs piled up outside. ‘Wait in there.’
Rich closed the door behind her, there wasn’t much in this room. It looked like storage for just about everything they had forgotten about. Stef for a moment thought this was a trick and that Jared was going to jump out and frighten her.
A door opened on the far side of the room and Jared stuck his head in. ‘Hey,’ he whispered.
‘Hey, yourself. What’s with the cloak and dagger?’
Jared turned and looked behind his shoulder, quickly moving into the room and closing the door softly.
‘C’mere,’ raising to fingers at her, curling them in beckoning motion.
‘Why are we whispering?’
‘Coz my family are in the next room, but I needed to see you.’
His thumb landed on her jaw as she made it across the room to him. ‘I knew they would ask about you but it still got me feelin’ like a kid, I was a little embarrassed.’
‘I got that,’ Stef gave him a half smile.
Jared ducked his head and kissed her softly. ‘What’s up?’
‘Sneaking around.’ She said simply.
‘I know, it’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get.’ Grabbing her waist he pulled her closer to him. Smothering her mouth with kisses, she hardly had time to draw breath before he was dipping in for more, holding her face tight in his hands.
He was groping down her her ass, cupping her flesh under her skirt, closing the distance between them. ‘Do you want to do this here?’ Stef gasped.
He answered by turning her around, twirling her hair in his hand and moving it over her shoulder. Running his mouth along the exposed flesh of her neck.
Feeling Jared press against her, she leaned into him. He was breathing her in, smelling her hair, her skin. Causing her to tingle all over.
‘What are you doing?’ she murmured, wishing he wouldn’t stop but aware that there were people in the next room. If someone were to come out and see them...
‘Shhhh,’ Jared brought a large hand to her mouth, keeping it there as he pushed her further into the corner, it was darker there at least, a little out of the way of the door.
‘Do you want me to take you right here?’ He whispered, taking her ear gently between his teeth. The sensation weakened her, he felt her losing control, regaining it almost straight away, worried they would be caught.
The way Jared was feeling right now, it would be over quick.
‘Jared, don’t.’ Stef whispered, placing her hands against the wall to steady herself, all the while bucking her hips back to grind her ass into his crotch.
‘Don’t?’ He teased, ‘coz your body is telling me you want it. You want me to fuck you right now?’ His hands ran down the front of her blouse, slipping his fingers inside her bra, pinching her nipples until she cried out, Jared put a hand over her mouth, a little rougher this time. ‘I won’t tell you again, keep it down.’ He warned.
Stef could feel her wetness moving down to her thighs now. The feel of his hands on her, forcing her to do what he wanted, it made her so hot.
Jared took his hands from her breasts, giving the nipples final hard tug before bringing his hand to her skirt, lifting it and pulling her panties down past her ass cheeks, just enough room for him to slip his hands between her legs to her sex. Dipping his fingers in to feel how wet she was, he licked his fingers, moaning softly. ‘I wish we had time to do more, baby. Maybe later,’ he pulled her head back so it was resting on his chest. ‘Stick your ass out for me a little more,’ he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. But she read his tone, he was not to be disobeyed.
Putting his hands between her legs again he pushed at her thighs, ‘Open.’
‘Open!’ he said through gritted teeth when she didn’t immediately move her legs apart for him.
Stef heard the clink of his belt before feeling the heat of him. He was pushing into her already. The feel of him filling her up without warning made her groan, nipping as his fingers.
‘You feel amazing, baby.’ He bit at her neck, trying to hold back his own wanton moans.
Keeping one hand on the wall for support, Stef brought her hand to her pussy, placing a finger on either side of his cock as he rutted into her. She managed to brush against his balls, which made him thrust harder. Both of them trying not to make a sound.
‘Stop it,’ Jared said, but made no move to push her hand away, he let her continue to touch herself.
There was movement from the other room, running footsteps nearing the door before a voice called them back.
Jared pushed Stef up so she was crushed against the wall with no room to move. With her head still resting on his chest, he could look down at her and see her eyes fluttering, a sure sign she was close.
‘You want to cum, baby?’
Stef muttered something he couldn’t hear, so he grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, knowing she loved the feeling of it.
‘You can’t make a sound, do you hear me? If I let you cum, you’ll have to be real quiet.’
Stef looked up at him as tears were beginning to fill up her eyes from the brutal thrusts he was laying into her. She could have come several times over but she was too afraid someone would hear her. If he touched her clit, she’d be done.
But he didn’t. Instead he bit down onto her neck, hard. She cried out with the pain and bit into his hand, without thinking. Jared cursed and pulled his hand away from her face, grabbing her ponytail. Clenching her teeth, she came. He watched her face scrunch up and relax, her mouth slack and falling into an o shape.
Placing a hand against her neck, he continued pounding into her, loving the feeling of her clenching around his cock.
He followed close behind, there was no possibility of him pulling out, the orgasm was too intense. Pushing his hips right up against her ass, he stopped moving. One hand on her throat, the other on her ass, he tried to steady his breathing, she was gasping for air along with him.
There were voices coming towards them. Jared pulled out and pushed her skirt down, quickly redoing his buttons and belt.
Cheeks flushed and breathing hard, they both stood to wait for the voices to pass them.
Jared sighed with relief and checked Stef, giving her a look that asked if she was ok. He could see she was shaking a little bit.
‘Sit down,’ he pulled a chair towards her.
‘Fuck,’ Stef tried to fix her hair a little. ‘Do I look ok?’
‘You look beautiful.’ Jared smiled at her, running his hands along her thighs.
‘Do I?’ Stef began fixing her blouse, finding that her nipple was still freed from her bra.
‘You look like a woman who just got fucked the way she likes it.’ Jared stilled her hands. ‘Stop fixing yourself, you’re perfect.’
‘I need a bathroom.’ Stef sat back into the chair, motioning towards her ruined panties.
Jared grimaced, ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s ok, it was hot.’ Stef crushed his face playfully with one hand and placed a kiss on his mouth.
When she left the room, she heard children running across the floor towards him.
‘Daddy, where you been?’
Stef giggled, hearing Jared grumbling an excuse, he had gotten stuck into something and had lost track of time.
Under Your Spell (Chapter 28) - My Heart Is A Tomb
Summary: A Jared Padalecki/ OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.
Stef makes a life changing decision.
Married Jared! Single Oscar!
Chapter warnings: Angst, swearing.
Chapter WC: 2,132
Stef was laying across the sofa looking into the flames in the fireplace when the heavy knocking jolted her back to reality.
Brendan raised his head from the armchair, pupils narrowing at the intrusive sound.
Stef, unwrapped a blanket from her legs and padded to the door, her heart skipping a few beats seeing Jared standing on her porch, hunched against the wind and driving rain.
‘The hell are you doing out in this weather?’ Stef scolded, taking a fistful of his collar and dragging him into the house.
‘I had to see you, you won’t answer your phone.’ The worry he felt was easing away seeing that she was in one piece, in her delightfully warm house.
‘The power went out and I didn’t get enough of a charge on my phone. Sorry.’ Stef pulled her shawl closer around her, the storm was making her feel colder inside than it really was.
‘Alright, that’s ok. I was worried is all.’ Jared started to unzip his heavy snow jacket, the water dripping to the floor at his feet.
‘Take your boots off and sit by the fire.’
‘Yes, mom.’ Jared looked at her sideways, not really sure if she was in the playful mood or not. Her frown said not.
Stef busied herself for a minute straightening out his boots and jacket, leaning them against the hearth so they would dry quick.
‘You ok, really?’ Jared put a large hand on her knee when she finally sat next to him on the sofa.
Stef blew out a long breath, putting her hand over his, pulling his fingers back gently, inspecting them before letting them drop again.
‘You seem bothered by something.’
When Stef didn’t answer, Jared placed his fingers against her jaw, gently lifting her face so he could look at her.
‘Is it me?’ He asked quietly, almost hating the words coming out.
Stef had tears in her eyes. ‘It’s not you, Jared.’
‘What’s wrong?’
She hated seeing that expression on his face.
‘What you said a couple of weeks ago, when you were here?’
Jared shifted a little. He nodded, waiting for her to continue.
‘I’m so sorry, I should have said it back and it’s been eating at me ever since.’
The tears were falling, Stef took a deep breath, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it even to myself for a long time. I’m a flawed person, Jared.’
Jared was shaking his head, Stef could see the raindrops still clinging to his hair.
‘I am! What the fuck am I doing with you?’
Jared frowned, ‘what do you mean?’
Stef brushed the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.
‘You know what I mean, Jared. I love you. What the fuck am I supposed to do?’
Jared leaned in for a kiss, feeling for the first time the gravity of their situation. He wished he could push the thoughts to the back of his mind, but it was now that they had to talk about it. Breaking away from the kiss, he heard Stef sob softly.
‘What are we gonna do then?’ Jared closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers.
Stef’s fingers were winding around his. ‘We can continue as we are, that’s one option. But I don’t think you or I will be satisfied with that for long.’
She tried to raise a smile.
‘What are the other options?’ Jared whispered, grabbing a piece of her hair between his fingers, just touching, just holding.
Stef sniffled, ‘you can only guess what our other options are, Jared.’
She felt him nodding slightly. But he said nothing for a long moment. Pulling away she looked up at him. He was weeping too. The other two options were out, he didn’t even have to tell her ‘no’.
‘I wish this was easier.’ Stef looked at the boots sitting by the fire, the laces half chewed by Jared’s dog.
‘You mean you want to break up? Right now?’ Jared’s voice was barely above a whisper. He was shaking his head, his eyes squeezed shut.
Stef shuddered, ‘I don’t want to. But, we have to be realistic. At least, I’m trying to be.’ Pulling her hand free from Jared, she buried her face in her hands and cried.
He was rubbing her back, whispering to her that it would be ok, they would be ok.
This isn’t want either of them wanted, they were both thinking hard on a way to fix it.
How could they be in love? When did this happen?
Jared was kicking himself, he had agreed with Gen that this was just going to be a casual thing. Almost a year later and here they were, sitting side by side having spent every spare moment they had with each other.
The whole fucking situation was bullshit.
Stef ran her hands against her cheeks, ‘sorry I just sprung this on you, Jared.’
‘How long have you felt this way?’
‘I dunno it kinda crept up one. Well, the realisation did anyway. I probably knew I loved you from the start.’
Jared nodded. ‘Yeah, me too.’
‘Was me saying it a...bad thing?’ Jared tripped over the words.
‘Not a bad thing.’ Stef, leaning back on the sofa took a few deep breaths. ‘It just put everything into perspective for me.’
Jared clasped his hands in front of him and cleared his throat.
‘I ruined it, didn’t I?’
Stef felt the tears again, she wished she could turn off the waterworks. ‘You didn’t ruin anything.’
There was a moments pause before he turned and looked at her, ‘I don’t want to do this.’ Another tear rolled down his face, dripping onto the knee of his blue jeans.
‘I wish...’ He began, then started wiping his own tears away as vigorously as Stef had with hers.
‘I wish I had met you before Gen.’
It hit Stef like a punch in the gut. She knew he would never leave his family and she knew she would never let him.
‘You probably wouldn’t be who you are without her, you know? She seems perfect for you.’
Jared nodded sadly. ‘I wish I could have you for always too.’
‘I should go,’ Jared wiped at his face again.
‘You don’t have to rush off. I don’t...I don’t want you to go just yet.’ Stef pleaded, biting her lip.
‘If I stay, I could change my mind.’
‘I won’t allow you to do that. Not now, Jared. Can you imagine your life without your kids? Your home?’
He shook his head.
‘Believe me, it’s better that you go home to your wife and kids at the end of the day. Not to me.’
‘You wouldn’t want me to come home to you?’ Jared’s eyes were wide, looking at her searchingly.
‘Of course I would. You’re the first man that has picked up the pieces of me and shuffled them around into the right order. I’m happier now that I have been for a long, long, long fucking time.’
Jared broke down, he sobbed and tried to cover his face. Stef wrapped her arms around him, holding him while he shivered, his crying stopped as quick as it had started.
‘Not be be cliche, but can we still be friends?’ Jared choked a small laugh.
Stef nodded, still holding him, her head resting against his shoulder.
‘I don’t want to have a life that doesn’t have you in it anymore. You’ve been so much to me, Stef.’
‘You’ve been everything to me, Jared.’
***
Two hours later, they were laying in Stef’s bed. The candles that she had found in the miscellaneous drawer were scattered about the room, giving a meagre amount of light but it was enough to hide the tear stained faces and red eyes.
Jared had wound his fingers through her hair again, stroking the long, dark locks. Looking at them wondrously, as if it were the first time.
They hadn’t said much, just exchanged looks and sometimes a soft kiss.
‘You know,’ he started, his voice cracking, trying to keep the volume as low as the mood. ‘Maybe, when we’re old and my wife leaves me coz she finally realises I’m an idiot and she’s better off without me, I can look back on this as one of the better times of my life and fall in love all over again.’
‘Are you saying you’d want me when I’m old and ugly?’ Stef was laying on her back, looking at the ceiling, watching the shadow of the trees swaying in the wind.
‘Nothin’ about you is ugly, Stef.’
Jared could just about see her pained expression.
‘Nothin’,’ he repeated.
‘Except, I took a man away from his family. Some people would call me a home wrecker.’
‘I wouldn’t and neither would my wife.’
Stef sighed. ‘Thanks for saying that, but c’mon.You have broken how many rules to be here with me now and even getting this far in our relationship. How many of my own rules have I broken.’
It was a question she has asked herself every day since they met and the voice asking had gotten louder for the past while.
‘Ever since the convention.’ Stef spoke her thoughts.
‘Breaking rules since the convention?’ Jared had stopped stroking her hair, he leaned on one elbow, propping himself up so he could look at her.
‘Nah, from the start, Jared. What I mean is,’ she felt his fingers tracing delicate lines against her stomach, it was distracting. ‘I had my heart broken and it was just him kissing someone else. And look at what we’ve done. My younger self would never have allowed it, it hurt too much. You know?’ Her eyes looked into his, searching for understanding.
Jared swallowed hard, knowing she was right. ‘I have been with other women since getting married, but not like this. And probably never again.’
‘You can’t say that. You can’t say you won’t pick up with someone else in a years time. Who knows what the fuck the future holds for us.’
‘I can say with certainty, I won’t. This is it. I need to focus on my wife and my kids and stop being so damn selfish.’
Stef nodded. They both needed to stop being selfish.
‘Can you love two people at the same time?’ Stef whispered, feeling Jared shift closer. They kissed, his mouth a little hungrier. She didn’t want it to stop.
‘I believe we can.’ Jared wrapped his long fingers around her throat, taking her lips again.
***
Stef sat on the stairs. Jared was dressed and ready to go. But, he hung by the doorway.
‘This is weird.’ His voice low.
‘Weirdest break up ever.’ Stef agreed.
Jared had his eyes squeezed shut. ‘I don’t wanna do this.’ He said it last night. Stef agreed, nodding. ‘It’s wrong. But it’s wrong to keep it going, for both our sakes.’
‘I know you’re right.’
‘What are you gonna tell Gen?’
‘Not the truth.’ Jared confessed.
‘Lies will eat at you, Jared.’
Jared was looking at her sitting on the stairs, the same way she had when he had first stayed the night. She looked beautiful, but he could see she was hurting, just as he was.
‘She knows I love you but I can’t tell her how much. That would cause more of a problem, I can’t hurt her like that.’
‘You know she thanked me. When we met.’
‘Yeah, she told me. I was surprised she didn’t tell me right after it happened though. I asked her about it after our talk.’
‘Oh,’ Stef didn’t know what to say now. Jared seemed ok with that.
‘She also said you were pretty. And that she could see why I liked you.’
Who had constructed this alternate universe where they stood still right now? Where the world kept turning outside her door. Stef cursed that it would continue even now while they looked at each other, neither wanting to take the final step that would slice open the curtain and allow the real world light to spill through.
But it was happening, Jared took the few steps towards her and leaned in close, his hair brushing against her face, her eyes closing, lips parted. Just the way he had seen her in his dreams before the first kiss and now before the last.
Fingers wrapped into her hair, gripping the back of her head in his large hand, pulling her toward him. Their lips met in a searing kiss. His forehead pressed against hers while they panted, clinging to each other.
Stef had her eyes closed when he left and closed the door softly behind him. Getting to her feet, she clicked the lock. She’d done it. And it was the worst she had ever felt.
Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.
Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her.
Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be?
(For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, Single Oscar! Single Richard!
Chapter warnings: Cursing, smut!
Chapter WC: 2,625
I hold your hand so hard my knuckles turn white
Richard pulled Stef into a bear hug, managing to lift her off her feet. ‘So good to see you, honey.’ He made a show of spitting out her hair as her long locks fell across his face, making them both laugh.
‘Good to see you too.’ Stef was nervous. Hella nervous. This would be the first time she would be with Jared at work, she was eager to see the set and all of the crew, appreciating this was absolutely huge in comparison to the small sets she had been on.
‘Let me show you around!’ Richard walked arm in arm with Claire ahead of Stef, pointing out different people he knew, waving and giving thumbs up periodically.
‘And here’s the trailers...’ Richard turned and winked at Stef.
Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her jacket, she wasn’t sure what to do, her stomach was doing somersaults, even her palms were a little sweaty. Jared sleeps here? She tilted her head to the side, stopping at an open door, there was movement inside. Jensen came rushing out the door, arms out. ‘Ladies, how are we?’ He gave each of them a hug, squeezing Stef a little harder than she expected. ‘Jared’s inside,’ he whispered, his mouth at her ear. Some crew members were still bustling around them.
Her legs felt like jelly, did he not want to come out and say hi?
‘Of course you can use the bathroom, go right ahead,’ Jensen placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the door of the trailer.
The room didn’t have any lights on, the only illumination was through the slats on the window blinds. Stef felt a pair of arms snaking around her waist, Jared’s body pressing against her. The heat from him and the sheer size of him had her humming in pleasure. ‘Hey, pretty girl,’ his lips nipped at her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine, her reflexes pulled her shoulder toward her ear, trapping his face against hers.
‘You good?’
‘That was a nice trick, getting Jensen to cover for you.’
She felt him shrug, he was rocking gently from side to side, moving her with him. Staying like that for a few short moments before he spun her around. Now face to face, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
‘Jensen and Rich are gonna show you around set.’
Stef frowned, ‘you not coming?’
‘Nah, I gotta do some stuff for the next couple of hours. But I’ll see you tonight, for dinner.’ Jared cupped her chin and smiled softly. his eyes glazed over as he swayed with her.
‘What are we having for dinner?’
‘Not each other.’ Jared smiled, poking his tongue between his teeth. ‘That’s for dessert.’
Stef dropped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans grabbing a handful of his ass.
‘Promise?’
‘Absolutely.’
Their lips were on each other again, not pulling away for several moments. The heat of the kiss left her wanting more, but the sound of Jensen clearing his throat at the door told them their time was up.
‘Go enjoy the tour, I’ll see you later,’ Jared ran a finger along her cheek. She gave him a half smile in reply.
‘Later,’ looking at him over her shoulder as Jensen set off toward Richard and Claire, who had decided to sneak off to a dark corner themselves.
***
At the long table at the restaurant Richard had booked, Stef was sitting directly across from Jared. The drink was flowing, the conversation was great and the food was seriously good. Stef had a belly full of so much pasta, she figured she wouldn’t have to eat again for another few days.
Halfway through the dessert, Stef slipped her foot out of her shoe and teased along the inside of Jared’s leg. He cleared his throat noisily at the initial touch, allowing his lips to curl upwards but didn’t look at Stef. Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a long gulp of beer, closing his eyes as her foot ran higher, past his knee. Stef could feel the heat of him, it was warm in the restaurant but boy did that man radiate heat. After a moment of delicate nudges with her toes, Jared reached under the table, while talking to Jensen next to him, he grabbed a hold of Stef’s foot. Rubbing the pad of his thumb across he arch, knowing she was ticklish. Instantly regretting the idea of teasing him under the table, she tried to tug her foot away but Jared held fast. No one else at the table seemed to notice. Claire was laughing and playfully slapping Richard’s arm, he was thoroughly wrapped up in her. Jensen and Jared were talking about a scene they had done earlier. It was when her eyes got to Misha that her heart skipped a beat. He was sitting there, regarding her with a slight smile, knowing full well what she was up to. Feeling his eyes on her, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl who was about to be scolded. The flush in her cheeks couldn’t be blamed on the wine. Misha blinked slowly, still looking at her, as if he was telling her to continue, he was enjoying the show.
Get it together, Stef told herself, trying again to pull her foot away.
Misha leaned toward her, his eyes roaming down to her cleavage and down toward the drink that sat in front of him. He took a quick gulp of beer, his eyes back to hers.
A new wave of arousal hit her, unconsciously handing it the reigns. Her foot pressed against Jared’s crotch. HIs face gave nothing away, but he released the hold he had on her foot, instead tracing his long fingers along the sensitive skin around her ankle.
This was too much, her senses were struggling to take back control. If she were laying on a bed, with her foot in Jared’s crotch and Misha gazing into her like he was now, there would be nothing anyone could do for her, she would be lost in them. She would have been desperately at their mercy.
Stef looked down at Misha’s hands, he had them laying flat on the table. No one else seemed to have notice the exchange between them. She began to wonder what those hands would be like on her skin. Goosebumps raising on the exposed flesh of her arms. Stef bit her lip, telling herself to calm down. Misha was grinning now. Did he know what he was doing to her?
Was he going to say something?
Stef swallowed, gaining some degree of control back. Jared was still rubbing her ankle and she had to admit, the sensation was lovely.
What would happen if she put her other foot against Misha’s knee?
Don’t, she told herself. Don’t do that.
Stef couldn’t help it, she pushed the other shoe away and raised her leg toward Misha. It was as if he was waiting for it, his warm hand met her cool skin and she shivered.
He was tracing patterns across her foot now too, never taking his eyes from her face. Misha had noticed how she bit her lip a lot when she felt awkward and damn it was hot, he felt a little riled up.
‘Stef?’ A voice moved through the air, all faces turned to look at her.
‘Are you ok?’ Claire narrowed her eyes.
‘Yes, why?’ Stef squeaked.
‘You’re making some strange noises over there.’
‘Am I?’ Oh no!
Jared’s shoulders were shaking with laughter, ‘the dessert is really good, huh?’
Everyone laughed with him and carried on their conversation. Stef threw a morsel of chocolate cake into her mouth, wishing she could hide under the table. But no, each foot was still between the legs of two handsome men sitting across from her.
Misha let go, bringing both hands in front of him to grab Stef’s plate.
‘I’m definitely having what she’s having.’ His face breaking out into a handsome smile.
Thank you, she mouthed.
No, thank you, he mouthed back, pointing at her.
***
‘You were being a dirty girl at dinner, I feel like I should punish you. Someone could have seen what you were doing.’
They had just closed the door of the trailer when his voice changed, dropping to almost a rumble.
Stef felt her cunt clench around nothing, that voice was doing things to her she couldn’t explain. She was already dripping wet.
He moved behind her, pushing her over the arm of the sofa. ‘I’m thinking, maybe a spanking might set you right.’
Stef groaned, feeling her jeans being pushed down past her knees, his hands rough. Without warning, there was a harsh crack and a sting. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, she wanted this. It felt so good.
Another slap. Jared kept his hand over the mark on her ass. ‘Are you sorry?’ His breathing ragged, reaching down to grab her hair in his fist he pulled her head back. ‘Huh?’ He spanked her, harder this time. The next was harder again.
Stef cried out. ‘Fuck, Jared.’
‘That’s not an answer.’ Jared hit her again.
Her legs were giving out, she couldn’t hold herself up any longer.
‘I’m not sorry,’ Stef breathed, smiling back at him.
Jared plunged his tongue into her mouth, groaning into her.
‘You’re a brat.’ He placed another slap across her already red skin, lighter this time. ‘Get on your knees. I’ll make you sorry.’
He hit the back of her throat over and over, Stef gasped for breath each time he pulled out of her throat.
‘You ok?’ Jared looked down at her, mouth open, tongue out, licking the underside of his cock. She answered by taking the pink head and giving it a suck before letting it pop out of her mouth.
Jared twisted his mouth into a smile and pushed into her again. Grabbing her chin with one hand, the other in her hair, guiding her head back and forth.
He could have come twice already but he was holding off, he wanted to see her gag on him, tears leaking from the side of her eyes.
‘You look hot, choking on me like that.’
Stef giggled around him. ‘But we better stop because I have plenty more I wanna do to you.’
‘Like what?’ Stef took hold of his hands as he pulled her to her feet. ‘Get your ass into the shower and I’ll show you.’
Stef was standing under a pathetic excuse of a shower, the hot water barely a dribble. ‘Jared, your shower sucks.’
‘Turn the knob,’ he shouted through the door.
Stef fiddled with a few of the handles and a whoosh of water hit her. She cried aloud with the shock of the freezing water hitting her.
Jared laughed, leaning into the shower to turn up the heat. ‘I like cold showers.’
Stef was covered in goosebumps, shivering while she lathered herself up.
Jared stepped in behind her, large hands helping to spread the soap across her back.
‘This is nice,’ she hummed, leaning back against him.
‘Everything is always nice with you.’ He placed a kiss against her neck, licking the skin behind her ear.
Pressing his hard cock against her lower back, he brought one of her hands behind her. Stef began pumping him, the warm skin soft beneath her touch.
‘You’re fuckin’ huge, anyone ever tell you that?’
Jared hummed happily. ‘You’ve been taking it real good.’
‘I’d love to feel it inside me again.’
With a long inhale, Jared placed his fingers around her throat, gently tightening his fingers around her.
‘You will,’ he breathed.
Stef’s groan was cut off as Jared tightened his fingers around her throat, cutting off the flow of air. Her hand, in turn, began to tug him harder. His own groans filling the bathroom.
Dragging his other hand across her stomach, he curled two fingers around her clit and pushed them past her folds. Hot and wet and ready for him. ‘You like it?’ You like me fucking you with my fingers?’
Stef could only answer with a pitiful moan.
‘Shall I add another?’ Jared didn’t wait for a response, the pushed a third finger inside her. Stef’s legs were faltering.
‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’
‘You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Gonna cum on my fingers?’
Stef could feel his cock twitching against her back.
When she tried to speak it was incoherent nonsense, but managed to gasp out a yes.
Jared loosened his grip on her, allowing her to fall forward against the bathroom tiles, his fingers sliding out of her sopping folds with a squelch she would have been embarrassed about if she didn’t feel so damn frustrated.
‘What are you doing?’ Stef turned to look at him. He was licking his fingers, a smug look on his face.
‘Why didn’t you ....’ Jared cut her off with a searing kiss, rubbing his cock along her ass.
‘Bend over.’
Stef did as she was told, the water running a little colder against her now.
Jared grabbed a nipple between his fingers, tugging on it harshly. Stef bit her lip to conceal her moan. ‘Don’t stop doing that.’
Placing a large hand on her back, he pushed her over a little more so she was on show for him. ‘You look fucking perfect, baby. I can see how wet you are for me.’
‘I want you, please, fuck me.’
Jared grabbed his cock in his hand and began pumping furiously, his thumb running across the lips of her pussy, taking her slick and rubbing it up onto the tight ring of her asshole.
Stef begged a little more for him to be inside her, but he was entranced by her standing still in front of him.
After a moment of him groaning, pawing at her with his free hand, she felt the hot ropes of cum hitting her ass.
‘Oh, Stef.’ he breathed, shaking his head, trying to clear the fuzziness. Grabbing her hips to steady himself.
Stef scrunched up her face, what was he doing to her? This was college boy crap. She wanted to get off. Standing to her full height, she turned to look up at him, he had a grin on his stupid handsome face.
‘You’ll get yours baby. But, it’ll be when I say.’
He was rinsing her off while she stood there, cold and wet and frustrated.
‘Come on, let’s have some fun.’ Jared threw her over his shoulder and made his way into the bedroom, not allowing her to dry off.
Giggling as she bounced on the bed. Jared pushed her down and pinned her to the bed.
‘Mind if I try something?’ He nudge her nose with his, running his fingers over her stiff nipples.
‘Will I enjoy it?’
‘I think you will.’ Jared kissed her between laughing, ‘you get wiggly when you’re annoyed. It’s pretty damn cute.’
‘Yeah, that’s part of the game. Baby you’ll enjoy this part, I promise.’
‘Ok then,’ she muttered, ‘What part of the game is this?’
Jared got up from the bed, moving toward the pile of clothes he had left on the floor, Stef enjoying the view of his ass. Licking her lips at the sight of him releasing a belt from the loops of his jeans. With the slight creak of the leather as he wrapped it around one fist, had her rubbing her legs together.
Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, single Oscar!
Chapter warnings: Smut, all of it (NSFW)
Chapter WC: 2,224
Swinging the hotel door open with a bang, she was wrestled into the room by a giant with too many hands.
‘I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.’ He exclaimed, kissing every available part of her face and neck.
She answered with giggles, unable to get any words out, allowing him to continue ravaging her.
The door clicked shut and a suitcase falls over. Still he couldn’t get enough of kisses.
‘You know they say you shouldn’t tell someone you missed them,’ Stef breathed, beginning to nuzzle his ear as she whispered, placing a kiss on his sweet spot, she could feel him turn to jelly. ‘It reminds them they didn’t miss you.’
Jared pulled away with a frown, his hair mussed. ‘You didn’t miss me?’ His voice high pitched. Stef giggled, ‘of course I did, I just need you to focus for a minute, your stubble is going to give me a rash.’
Jared ducked down and placed more kisses on her neck, pausing on one spot to suck the flesh gently between his teeth, now it was her turn to weaken in his grasp.
After a few moments of nibbling and sucking along her collarbone, he stood to his full height, complete with a shit eating grin. Jared turned her toward the mirror above the dresser.
‘Jared, I am going to kill you.’ She gasped, pulling her shirt aside, seeing the trail of hickeys he had just made.
‘How will you kill me this time?’ He snaked his hands down her ribs, resting them on her hips. Nose in her hair, breathing in her scent, he felt so full of her, he smiled, closing his eyes, just feeling her there with him, finally.
‘I think I’ll sit on you til you die.’
Stef felt the rumble of laughter behind her, he seemed a little dopey now.
‘Tired?’
‘Mmmm’ he answered, ‘maybe a little lie down.’ He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward the bed. Kicking off his shoes and throwing his jacket towards a chair in the corner, missing it entirely.
Laying facing each other, he traced his fingers across her cheek, resting on her lips. ‘You look tired too.’ He commented.
‘Touring is hard on the body and the soul.’ Stef lamented, feeling a smile creeping onto her face. He looked so innocent when he was sleepy like this, she thought.
‘Come closer, I want to fall asleep with you,’ Jared nestled his nose into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her.
‘You came all this way, to snuggle and nap.’ Stef felt her eyelids getting heavier. A contented sleep washing over her.
Waking an hour later to Jared rolling off the bed and closing the bathroom door quietly behind him. Rubbing her eyes, she checked the time. There wasn’t a show today, but she had planned to get out and see a bit more of the city, that was before Jared had decided to show up but she definitely didn’t mind the distraction.
Checking her phone, she saw that Darius had text her a few updates about his new girlfriend. Oscar hadn’t text, she knew he wouldn’t. They had a few too many drinks last night and having walked her back to the hotel, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and stumbled off to get a cab. She hoped he had gotten back home ok. Sighing, she decided to text him that same thing.
Jared appeared, looking thoroughly crumpled from his nap.
‘Hey pretty girl, you ok?’
‘Definitely,’ she moved over toward him giving a kiss before shimmying from the bed toward the bathroom, Jared made grabby hands toward her ass as she ran.
‘I need to shower,’ Jared leaned against the door frame, shirtless, jeans hanging below his waist.
‘Me too, as it turns out. Maybe we should save some water.’ Stef licked her lips, hooking her fingers into the band of his jeans and pulling him toward her.
‘Is this shower gonna make us clean or dirtier?’ Jared helped remove her shirt, raising a hand to brush against her nipple that was standing to attention under her lacy bra. ‘Pink this time?’
Stef stood on her tip toes to reach his lips, he didn’t bend down to her like he usually did. He seemed to like the idea of her struggling.
‘Short.’ Jared said, placing his hands on her ass and lifting her. Stef wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the bulge pressing against her core. She started grinding on it as best she could.
‘Damn, girl. Do you ever stop?’
‘I can’t help it, there is something about you that makes me want you so bad.’
Under the hotter than hot spray of water, Stef lathered up her hair while Jared watched, he hadn’t stepped into the shower, instead he decided to sit on the edge of the bath, cock in hand, stroking himself.
‘You could join me,’ she suggested. Steam was filling up the room fast.
‘Oh baby, I got the best view right now.’
She could see the intensity of his gaze through his curtains of hair.
Stef loosened the shower head and used the hose to get rid of the last of the suds. Bending down a little to clean her lower half, giving him a perfect eyeful.
She heard his sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t touch her. Her skin was screaming for his hands to be on her.
Pouting, she stood to face him.
‘Don’t give me that face, sweet girl. I’ll join you when I’m ready.’
Stef gave him a face that she knew meant punishment, she wouldn’t mind him throwing her over his knee right now.
Bracing herself against the cold tiles, Stef brought the shower head to her folds.
Jared raised his brows in surprise. Good, she thought, maybe this will tease him enough for him to get his ass into the shower.
Using her free hand, she slid a finger inside, then another. Moving them in and out gently, watching Jared, his eyes couldn’t look away from what she was doing.
His cock was weeping now, holding it tight in his fist.
It worked. He stood to join her, grabbing the hose from her hand, he placed it back on the hook and turned her so she was facing the wall, wincing when her hot flesh hit the tiles.
The scalding water was running over her ass as he brought a hand down in a sharp crack.
Stef cried out with the sudden sharp pain, bucking her hips back towards him.
‘You fucking like that don’t you?’
Stef nodded, chewing her bottom lip so the moans wouldn’t escape.
Another slap on the other cheek. Oh God, this was good. His hand came down on her ass cheek again and again, stopping only to rub the skin to stop it tingling.
Stef reached between her legs, gripping her clit between her two fingers.
‘Touching yourself while I punish you for touching yourself. You’re quite a brat, did you know that?’ Jared pressed his cock against her ass. ‘Do you know how much you’re turning me on right now?’ He gritted his teeth, grabbing a handful of her wet hair. Her head wrenched sideways so he could pull her chin toward him before taking her mouth with his. Tongue and teeth and no air. Stef gasped when he let her go.
‘Get out of the shower and wait for me outside.’
Stef did as she was told, feeling the slick between her legs as she grabbed a towel and began drying herself outside the bathroom.
When Jared appeared he was still wet and still very, very hard.
There was a fire in his eyes, gone was the man who had greeted her with hands and smiles and kisses. Here stood a man that was demanding she open herself up and let him plunge in to take everything she had to give.
He was again watching her while she opened the towel, his eyes drinking her in. Licking his lips as he saw her bring her hand between her legs. A soft moan coming from her lips as she began getting herself off. This wasn’t a movement to get ready for him, she was going to cum, he knew.
He needed her, but he didn’t want to take this moment away from her. She moaned again while he started touching himself, his large hand wrapping around his cock, his movements getting faster now watching her beginning to shake.
When his name left her lips and she was throwing her head back, he moved in and pushed himself inside her.
He was rutting into her with such force, the bed shifted under her. Grabbing at the sheets around her, she cried aloud. Thrusting as if he had never fucked before, he would pull out a little before slamming back into her again.
Stef grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him down. He roared as he came. She was gasping beneath him, seeing that she was still moving her hips against his, he brought his hand between them.
‘Let go of me,’ he ordered.
His fingers pressed down hard on her clitoris, his face inches from hers as she cried out and tightened around him. Riding out her orgasm, she tried to move away from him, his fingers still playing across her sensitive bud.
‘Oh god, Jared, please stop, please stop.’
But he kept up the pace he started, pulling another orgasm from her. Stef couldn’t breathe, the intensity was too much. When he pulled out of her, she took an intake of breath. Laughing into the shock of it. Never before had she had two orgasms in a row.
Jared lay next to her, wrapping a long arm around her, stroking her skin as she came back down.
‘You’re cold.’ He said. ‘Come on, get dressed.’ With shaky hands, Stef managed drag a hoodie over her head, folding her arms across her body. A desperate need to pee had her back in the steamy bathroom. She probably needed another shower after that. Holy cow did that man make her feel everything all at once.
‘Are we doing anything today?’ Jared was wearing a pair of sweatpants when she came back to the bed.
‘I was going to go sight seeing, but I got some better things to look at today.’ Stef bit her lip, watching him scroll through his phone, his biceps bulging as he held himself up on his elbows. He gave her a sly grin and motioned for her to join him.
Laying next to him in silence as he scrolled and leaned in every so often to place a kiss on her forehead.
‘Have you always been like that in bed?’ Stef mused.
‘Like what?’
‘Commanding.’
Jared rubbed his nose into his hand, sneezing loudly. ‘Sorry. No. I like it though.’ He threw the phone down and lay on his side, stroking his hand against the inside of her thigh.
‘You always liked being told what to do? And if you say you don’t like it I won’t believe you.’
‘I love it, there’s something about your demeanour, it changes so quickly and I’m a quivering mess.’
Jared ran his hand a little higher on her leg, tracing patterns on her skin.
‘Would you let me take complete control sometime?’
‘Like a full on dom?’ Stef bit her lip, the thought alone bringing back the white hot need between her legs.
‘Well, no not that. Or maybe that I’m not sure, I don’t have any experience with it.’ He laughed, a little embarrassed.
‘I’m surprised, this is new for you?’
‘Yeah. My wife, she doesn’t like rough play. At all.’ He lay his chin against her shoulder, rubbing the stubble against her.
‘And you like it.’ Stef tried to wriggle away from him, ‘you’re hurting me with your chin.’ Giggles taking over.
‘I’m sorry, but I like seeing you squirm.’ Rolling over her and pinning her beneath him.
‘I do like it,’ he continued. ‘I tried it, after we did the video. She wasn’t into it.’ He shrugged.
‘But!’ Jared placed his forearms alongside her head, ‘I have to confess. It riled me up quite a bit, me with my hand around your neck. I never thought something like that could be such turn on. You trusted that I wouldn’t hurt you.’
Stef agreed with a hmm sound, loving the weight of him on her.
‘I had a serious amount of wanks that week.’
Stef burst into a fit of laughter.
‘What? Hey, you’re not meant to laugh at my confessions.’ His dimples appearing as he grinned wider at her. The vibrations of her laughter causing him to laugh too.
‘I’m sorry, baby. The idea of it is wonderful. I love the fact that you had to do it. I did it too.’
‘Oh you did?’
‘Hell yeah.’ Her tongue was in his mouth before he had a chance to answer her. Kissing like they were teenagers again, hands everywhere.
A rumble from her stomach brought them back to reality.
‘You wanna go get some food?’
Stef nodded, still kissing him.
‘Get dressed then, I don’t want anyone else seeing that ass.’
‘Oh, only you get to see it?’
Jared threw her a glance, pouting, ’Damn straight.’
Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)
Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing.
Chapter WC: 2,458
The night of the Texas show was here. Stef was always nervous for every gig, why wouldn’t she be? There were a hundred and one ways that things could go sideways. Most of them had already happened during her career. But Jared would be at this show. He had text her to say he was incoming, ’With the boys.’ She assumed Jensen would be joining him.
The bus was parked up next to the venue, the first of bands that were playing with them had started their set. Stef was already dressed for the stage, usually she kept it simple enough but tonight she made a special effort to be a little more flamboyant. Claire had helped her put together this flowing ensemble. A dress with a plunging neckline that just about reached to her navel, long sleeves and a train of black and silver material that followed her around as she walked. It was a flirty, Morticia Addams inspired dress with a slit up the front that came up to her knees. When she moved it dragged behind her, showing off her long legs.
The legs that Jared had kissed and ran his fingers up and down teasingly the last time they were together. He said he loved her legs. She loved them when they were wrapped around his waist.
‘Focus, Stef.’ she scolded herself in the hand held mirror she used to put on her make up.
Just then her tour manager pulled open the door, shouting ‘you decent?’
‘Yeah, come on in,’ Stef had one more coat of mascara to do and she was done.
‘Wow, you look great. You going on a date afterwards?’ Jeff was cool, he was a friend from years back, from the beginning. Always a good guy to have with you on tour. You needed a snack at 3am, he got it. You needed a replacement guitar string before you ran on stage, he had it ready.
‘Maybe.’
Jeff carried on with his checklist, talking to himself more than to her.
‘Your stuff is on stage, the band are hanging in the waiting room. You staying on the bus?’
‘Nah, I’m going to go in now.’
‘Just so you know there are some fans at the gate, waiting for you.’
There were always a few people hanging around the venue before her shows. The first time she got off a bus with people shouting her name was definitely one of the highlights of the business for her. They were the reason why she still did shows. Her fans were always hungry for more music.
Recognising a few of the faces in the crowd, Stef hung with them for a few minutes.
They were complimentary about her ‘new style,’ asking if it was for the new album.
She agreed, butterflies nesting in her stomach again at the thought that she had made this effort just for Jared. What had become of her?
Smiling and doing her best poses with the fans, she waved them goodbye. Promising to give them a shoutout from the stage.
The venue was packed. Though she put that down to the most excellent support acts that were with her. Slipping into the backstage area through the rear entrance, she noticed her band mates were rowdy.
‘What is it about the Texas crowds that get you guys so wound up?’ She laughed, watching the empty mini bottles of Jager tumble down from their ludicrous game of dominoes.
‘What is it about Texas that’s got you looking like that?’ Evan queried, the boys wolf whistled.
‘Settle down.’ She scolded. Forever the mother. These guys had been around nearly as long as Jeff. She found them all adorable and annoying, referring to them as her ‘hairy ass babies.’
Curing her nerves with two glasses of whiskey, she saw the second support act coming backstage, sweaty and loud.
They’d be up next.
Jeff appeared again, ‘Hey Stef, c’mere.’
‘Your friends just arrived,’ he said in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards Jared and Jensen. Misha stepped out from behind the two taller men and waved energetically. ‘Hey!’ he called across the corridor at her.
Stef ushered them into the room. Giving Jensen and Jared a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Jared was smiling from ear to ear, but said nothing.
‘Hey hot momma,’ Jensen tried to keep a straight face, glancing at Jared. ‘Can’t wait for the show. We brought this idiot, he loves your music too.’
‘I’m a new fan.’ Misha pulled her into a tight hug. ‘Not as big a fan as Jared, but I still love your stuff.’
Misha seemed to be a guy you could instantly like. Stef patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was done.
’Sorry, I’m excited to meet you. Jared talks about you non stop.’
‘Do I?’ Jared was looking at Stef, taking her in, his eyes pausing on all the right places of the dress.
‘You do, actually.’ Jensen clapped his friend on the back. ‘Come on, let’s get ready for this show then.’ He gave Misha a playful push out the door and threw Jared a look that said ‘hurry up.’
When they had disappeared, Jeff pointing the way up to the box Stef had booked for them, Jared was still standing over her. ‘You look beautiful.’
She could feel herself getting a little bashful. ‘Thank you,’ she replied, deciding it was best to just say it rather than pass it off as ‘this old thing?’
‘Good luck, I can’t wait to see you play.’ He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. That surprised her, she didn’t think he wanted to advertise that they were somewhat ‘together.’
‘I can’t wait to play for you.’ Stef smiled, giving his chin a little tug.
‘You got about five minutes,’ Jeff came back and took Jared by the arm, leading him out of the door.
With the lights glaring into her face, she could never see the crowd. That often helped with her nerves. Being up there made her feel so vulnerable, that was why she loved doing it so much. It was like therapy, pouring her heart out into the songs and letting them take over. The crowd were waiting impatiently when the lights went down. It was her cue to walk on stage. The guys were at their instruments, playing the intro to the new single. Stef reached the mic as the beat kicked in, her words flowing easily. Everything sounded right. In the moment, she forgot everyone around her. Forgot about Jared sitting forward in his seat taking in the show, watching her move with the music, doubled over when the high notes required it.
There was little time to chat between songs, Stef preferred it that way. It was easier to just get on with it.
She hated the ‘hey there..*insert city* you’re the best.’
Halfway through the set, she thanked the crowd for coming out, introduced the band and pulled out her acoustic guitar.
‘This isn’t usual for me, I like to kick it full steam ahead for you guys. But, someone recently sang this song to me and it revived some old feelings. Despair and lost love. Sounds good, right?’ The crowd whooped and cheered.
‘Ok, cool.’ Stef started right into the song, keeping the pace that Jared had set when he sang it to her on the floor of Jensen’s cabin the night they first made love.
Burning soft skin of two
Trying hard to let go of you
Hoping it will do
Pulled right out from underneath you
She heard the crowd singing it along with her, her breath caught in her throat when she finished the song, pushing her guitar aside and holding up her hands in thanks to the fans.
‘You know what, I don’t usually say this, but y’all ARE the fuckin’ best.’
Backstage, everyone was in high spirits. The whiskey was flowing and Stef was so buzzed. Misha was taking pictures of the band, wanting her to strike some ridiculous poses with Jensen and Jared.
Several of the shots made it on to instagram. Jared and ‘the boys,’ each posted a picture with Stef, exclaiming about how great the show had been and how excited they were to be invited backstage.
Stef even posted one with Misha, Jensen and Jared holding her up as she lay across them. There were so many comments on it, she just didn’t have the energy to read them.
Back on the bus, the guys were continuing their little party in the ‘living area’ behind the driver. Jared had come back with Stef to have a chat before they had to go.
Checking that no one was watching, Stef pulled him halfway into her tiny bunk, there was no way the both of them would fit in there but they managed to squeeze in, legs dangling out from behind the curtain. Giggling like teenagers, they made out for a while. Jared punctuating each kiss with how much he enjoyed the show. Eventually, after several phone calls from an increasingly pissed Jensen, Jared took his leave. Kissing her wrist to her shoulder and then giving her several kisses that made her head spin, he left.
‘Stefanie’s got a boyfriend!’ One of the guys stuck his head out through the sliding door of the living area, he was so drunk he could barely stand.
‘Shut the fuck up,’ Stef threw a pair of his balled up socks at him. ‘And clean up after your-damn-selves.’
The next day they were playing a much smaller venue, but the crowds were still coming out, thankfully.
Stef had taken a moment to look at her tagged posts on social media. There were a few great shots taken the night before, she was incredibly grateful her tits didn’t pop out of her dress.
‘Wow, you know J2?’ ‘OMG Jensen’ ‘OMG Jared’. Was how most of the comments were going. Several were suggesting she was fucking one of them, or all three.
‘She sucks, her music sucks and she’s ugly.’ Charming. Stef often deleted the nasty ones, coz who wants to see them, right?
There were more followers on all platforms, that was nice. More people to hear the music, she supposed.
Her heart skipped a beat on seeing a post on insta from Jared. It was a picture of them striking a ridiculous pose, his arm around her waist. They were doing their best blue steel. The second was a shot of him, Jensen and Misha heads together at the show and the third was Stef on stage, she couldn’t recall what part of the night it was.
‘If anyone gets a chance to see this girl live, go see her. You rocked us last night, Stef. So proud of you.’ Several love hearts.
Misha commented, ‘get your hands off my girl, Jared.’
Jared: ‘And how long do you know her that you think you can lay claim?’
Jensen posted several laughing emojis, ‘as MJ said boys, ‘the girl is mine.’
Stef liked each of the comments. Adding her own ‘I’d take all three of you, no problem.’ To which Jared added a sad face and a broken heart.
Her phone began vibrating, the long stream of comments disappearing. Oscar’s name was flashing on screen.
‘Hello, Oscar.’ Her voice was a little husky from the night before.
‘There she is. I see your show was well received last night.’
‘Oh?’ She feigned ignorance.
‘There is a write up about it already, some fans of Supernatural are getting quite excited about it. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone from the show would you?’
‘Maybe.’
She heard Oscar sighing down the phone where there would usually be laughter.
‘You better not be messing around with a married man, Effie.’
‘Why would that be any of your fucking business, Oscar?’
‘I thought as much, you won’t deny it either. I noticed something about you when you came down for Dar’s party.’
‘You noticed what?’
‘Well, don’t get me wrong you are always lovely but you were simply glowing when you arrived at the airport.’
‘Oh shut up, you’re so full of crap.’
‘Am I?’
She supposed he wasn’t. But again, she didn’t want to tell him he was right.
‘Yeah, your silence speaks volumes.’
‘I’m a big girl, Oscar. I look out for myself. Always have.’
The last two words stung him and she knew it. He shifted in his chair, she heard him clear his throat the way he always did, before he wanted to launch into a speech about how she was getting herself into trouble.
’Before you start, because I know what you’re going to say!’ She warned, hearing him start to tell her to watch herself.
‘I appreciate your concern, but I’m not getting myself into anything I haven’t thought about for many sleepless nights. We have...an agreement.’
Oscar scoffed, ‘so you’re fucking a married man. That’s fine is it?’
‘It is for us, Oscar. Please don’t judge me.’
‘I can’t not judge you. What’s with you lately? You’re not really acting like yourself.’
‘Hey, you told me I needed to loosen up a bit.’
‘Loosening up a little means go out with your friends more and have some fun. Not start a relationship with a married guy. A famous married one at that. Jesus, Stef, you have to be more careful.’
‘Oscar, I appreciate the concern.’
‘That’s it? No fighting back?’
‘I don’t want to fight, not with you. I can’t fight with you anymore.’
Oscar was sighing again. ‘Promise me, you’ll be sensible. I can’t stand seeing you broken hearted.’
‘Oh don’t start that shit again, please.’ Stef buried her face in the crook of her arm, laying across her bunk.
‘I mean it, Stefanie. Don’t do that to yourself, you’re worth more than that. You’re more than a mistress.’
‘I know that. And as I said, it works for both of us right now.’
‘Yeah, yeah sure. You frustrate me so much, you know that?’
‘I do. It’s why you love me though.’
Perhaps she had chosen the wrong words, his voice which had been pleading was now just sad.
‘Fuck sakes. I’m shaking my head right now, but you can’t see me.’
Stef bit her nails, ‘yeah but I can imagine it, vividly. You still got that nice head of hair?’
‘Yep, I’m shaving it off as soon as this movie is done.’
‘I hate your bald head.’ Stef complained.
‘I am doing it just to annoy you, and I will be sending pictures.’
