Fic: This Is Not The House That Pain Built-Part Four

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Jeff was trying to kill him, Jensen decided. His version of taking it slow was about a million light years from Jensen's. They were still just kissing. Jeff's hands were touching him lightly, stroking ticklishly over his ribs, and easing down to cup his hips. He wanted more. He wanted...

The thought abruptly rocked through Jensen, making him go still.

He wanted everything.

He wanted Jeff.

Fuck. His wolf was right. He had done it. Part of it was Jeff. He was kinder than anyone he'd ever met. Gentle without weakness. Kindness and strength. Part was his bizarre, overwhelming pack. All of them damaged. All of them the same breed of kind. He wanted to grow the pack, to change it from the weaklings that were to be preyed upon to the strong, solid pack that protected the weak, and brought down the corrupt.

But most of all, right now? He wanted Jeff. And fuck this careful, slow shit. He wanted it right the hell now.

“Jeff, I um...” He took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Jen,” Jeff pulled back, giving him that concerned face.

Good god. How could he be so damned honorable? He could smell the rut on his skin, feel the slick leaking out of him. Sighing, he took Jeff's hand, and placed it over his chest. “Feel this.”

Jeff tilted his head, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“The mating ties,” Jensen muttered. “Count the ties.”

He watched Jeff's face change from puzzlement, to confusion, and finally settling on something he couldn't quite define. “What—How? Did I-?”

Jensen smiled nervously. “No. Um. Jeremy talked to my wolf. Apparently, I did it. So can we do this now before I explode?”

Jeff's arms slipped around him, and Jensen found himself pressed against Jeff's chest. “Yeah. We can do this.”

After a moment, he pulled back, and Jensen bit back a groan. “What now?”

“Not here. I don't want to fry the little one.”

He had to admit, Jeff had a good point there. Jensen huffed out a breath. “Okay.”

Jeff tugged him up to the front of the bus. “I'll let Jere know so that no one worries.”

Jensen yelped a little as he was tugged down onto Jeff's knee. “Don't you need to, I don't know... drive?”

Jeff leaned in, licking along Jensen's spine. “I'll steer, you accelerate.”

Jensen looked back over his shoulder, planning to give him a dubious look, but the laughter in Jeff's eyes was infections. “Fine. Go straight past the barn, and there's a decent road that will lead you over towards the river.”

Jensen eased off on the brake, and shivered as Jeff licked along his shoulder blade again. “I thought you were watching the road,” he teased, and smiled as he felt Jeff's chuff or laughter on his back.

“There are so many prettier things to look at,” Jeff purred. His hand slid down Jensen's stomach, teasing along the jut of his hipbone. “I'll get us there.”

Jensen pressed a little harder on the gas. Finally, they pulled into the clearing, and Jeff put the RV in park. The spot he'd chosen was where Vicki and Misha liked to picnic during the warmer months. The river burbled past at a good clip and a scrub of trees offered a little shade. A concrete firepit had been dug in the riverbed to allow a safe barbeque.

Tonight, the nearly full moon reflected off the water, and the brush waved in the soft breeze.

“This is perfect,” Jeff murmured. “Do you want to be inside, or outside?”

At his words, something in Jensen broke loose, and he nodded. “Outside.”

Jeff's approving smile made him shiver, and he felt the rut that had eased off rising anew. “Wait here for a moment, okay?” Jeff ducked out the door, and Jensen heard him rummaging in one of the compartments under the RV. A moment later, he reappeared in front of the bus, carrying a bundle of things in his arms.

Jensen shook his head, and leaned out the window. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up.”

Jensen shook his head. “Can I help?”

“Sure. Grab the box off the counter.” Jeff bent down, and a low hum filled the air.

“What the-?” Jensen grabbed the picnic basket off the counter, and slipped out the door. By the time he got to Jeff's side, he could see what the noise was. A small compressor was running merrily, pumping air into a mattress that Jeff had laid out. Sheets and a blanket were still in the wooden box. Firewood, and some ez-starter logs were laid in the firepit next to them, awaiting a match. “What the fuck, Alpha?”

“Have you noticed that when I do something that pisses you off, or that you don't like, I'm suddenly, 'Alpha' again?” Jeff put the sheet on the mattress and flipped off the compressor.

“I don't know what you're doing, Jeff,” Jensen said, trying to breathe deeply, like all the meditation tapes said to. He was fairly sure that the people who recorded them never had to deal with Jeff.

“What do you want me to say? I could say 'I'm old, and have bad knees,' and you'd take that as an excuse. But the truth is, there's only one time that we get to do this, and I'm going to do it right.” He pulled a couple of pillows out of the box, and laid them on the bed.

Jensen felt his mouth move, but he couldn't quite find the words as he watched Jeff light the fire, and pull a bottle of-- “Is that wine, you idiot?”

Even in the dim light of the slowly growing flames, Jensen could see Jeff's cheeks flush. “So,” he challenged. “Are you saying you're not worth a bottle of Two Buck Chuck?”

“I'm saying that I'm kind of a sure thing,” Jensen shot back.

Jeff shrugged, and slowly lowered himself onto the bed before putting out a hand to Jensen.

As he knelt, Jeff pulled him down, into his arms. Near the ground, it was cooler, and though he'd never say it to Jeff, the fire felt good. The sheets were soft, and the scent of pack rose as he settled.

Jeff smiled sweetly, raising a hand to brush along Jensen's cheek. For a moment, he looked years younger, more carefree. “We're going to do this right,” he repeated.

Jensen ducked his head, feeling the blush stain his cheeks. “Jeff,” he muttered.

Jeff's smile turned darker, and he bent forward, brushing his lips over Jensen's, before trailing his way down along the jut of his jawline.

At first, the beard just felt strange, but then fangs scraped along his skin, and Jensen shivered.

“Like that, sweetheart?” Jeff growled. He lifted his head, eyes dark, with just a hint of gold to them. He bit Jensen's shoulder, and continued down, lathing his tongue over a hard nipple.

Jensen dug his fingers into Jeff's hair, arching up. “Fuck,” he hissed. He hadn't realized that they were that sensitive. It felt like a direct line to his dick, like Jeff was licking something much lower. Jeff looked up, eyes crinkled in a smirk as he did it again, his hand rubbing the other, pinching lightly.

Jensen arched, heat spilling over his skin all over again. “Yeah, c'mon, Jeff.”

Jeff slid lower after a moment, licking a ticklish path down to his hips. Jensen held his breath, waiting as Jeff lifted his head, studying Jensen. “So help me, if you don't--”

Before he could finish the threat, Jeff's tongue darted out, licking straight over the head of his cock, and Jensen felt his eyes roll back.

Jeff's laugh made him want to kick the other alpha in the head, but he made up for it by wrapping his hand around Jensen's balls and sucking the head into his mouth.

Heat, and wet, and God almighty, Jensen thought. He hadn't realized that it would feel like that, like Jeff was devouring him. White hot pleasure slid through his body, and he dimly heard himself making incoherent noises.

Then, a finger slid in him, and Jensen went still with a whimper as the Rut enthusiastically approved the move, sending more pleasure, a burn that just drove it higher, every nerve ending seared with sensation.

Jeff made a throaty noise, and Jensen could smell the salty tang of his precome in the air. He lifted his head for a moment, licking at the head of Jensen's cock. “God, Jen, so wet for me,” he groaned.

Another finger joined the first, and the burn intensified. He could hear little wet noises as Jeff fucked his fingers in and out. Then, he tilted his hand, and Jeff hit that something that made him cry out, made his body sing.

“Yeah,” Jeff groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart, so tight for me. Gonna fuck you so good.” He kept rubbing his fingers against that spot, and Jeff bent, sucking hard on his dick, tongue dancing over the sensitive spot under the head.

“Jeff, please,” he whimpered. “Want your cock in me, want you to mate me.” Jensen felt the shudder go through Jeff's body as he babbled. “Want your knot tied in me.”

The pleasure crested, and Jensen grabbed for Jeff's hair, trying to make him take more. He arched up until it felt like his spine would snap, crying out with a sharp noise.

Jeff swallowed quickly, but some of Jensen's spunk was on his chin when he leaned up to kiss Jensen.

Jensen licked his stubble, and pulled him closer, using his legs to try to leverage Jeff into him.

The low, dirty laugh made his cock twitch again, and then it was there, that blunt slow pressure at his entrance. Then, Jeff was sliding past the ring of muscle like it wasn't there, Jensen's body relaxing for him.

At least his body knew where Jeff belonged, Jensen thought wildly, nails scoring Jeff's back. “Fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back as Jeff bottomed out with one thrust. “God, yes!” He locked his ankles behind Jeff's back, keeping him still while he adjusted.

“So wet for me, Jensen,” Jeff growled, eyes gone golden in the dim firelight. It looked good on him, Jensen thought. The flickering fire lit the golden tinted skin and picked out the silvered lines in his hair. Then, Jeff shifted, just rocking his hips lightly. It was enough to send pleasure skittering through his body, and Jensen moved with him, until all thoughts fled.

His only thought, as Jeff whispered filth in his ear, was that if he'd known it was this good, he wouldn't have joined the priesthood. He felt his power rising, felt Jeff's meet it, twining with the sensation, until he couldn't tell who was being fucked, and who was shuddering under the other.

He could feel Jeff's heart beating next to his, as though it was in his chest, feel the other Alpha's joy and need like it was his own. Jeff's nails dug into his hips, and he hit that spot again. This time, it was like explosives behind his eyes. He heard a voice cry out, and wasn't sure if it came from his throat or Jeff's. Then, all at once, the power between them sharpened, spinning outwards in a wave.

Jensen grabbed at Jeff's hair, pulling him down, sealing their lips as they both shook. Jeff tore his lips away with a hoarse shout, and Jensen felt the pulse deep in him as Jeff came apart. For a moment, he could almost see himself through Jeff's eyes. Then, Jeff's callused hand curled around his cock, stripping him fast and hard. “That's it, Jen,” he purred. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He didn't need any more encouragement. Jensen arched, feeling his orgasm sizzling along his nerve endings, boiling up his spine until it was all he could do to not scream.

When he came back to awareness, Jeff had pulled a blanket out of the box, and tugged it over them.

Jeff, damn him, just chuckled, and tucked Jensen up against him, so that he could rest his cheek on Jeff's chest. He looked up, suddenly exhausted, and flashed Jeff a timid smile. “You were right,” he murmured. “This is perfect.”

Jeff smiled back, bright and sweet, and Jensen purred a little, looping his arm over Jeff's waist relaxing into the soft mattress. The soft burble of the river and the crackle of the fire lulled him, and he let his eyes close, just for a little while.

********

The soft sound of snoring greeted Jeff when he woke. The sky was still dark, but with a soft purpling to the east, heralding the dawn.

He reached out to Jere with a light mental touch. The response was sleepy and not really awake, but it was enough to assure him that all was well. After eight years of running the pack they'd worked out ways to tell whether or not things were okay whether they were conscious or not. A moment later, a little tug pulled his thoughts to Misha, and Jeff smiled. Jeremy might still be snoring, but Misha was awake.

He looked through Misha's eyes, and found West's dark eyes looking back at him. Another tug, and he was looking back at Misha. Jeff sent West his love and the feeling of safe/warm and felt the pup's response.

“He's quite the little psychic,” Jeff sent.

Misha's pride slid through the link. I know. Did you and Jensen have a nice time?”

We did,” Jeff returned, looking down at Jensen's rumpled hair and slack face with a fond smile.

”What's he up to now?”

Sleeping, why? Do you need him? Jeff's concern deepened as something close to alarm slid down the connection. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Just.” Misha hesitated. “Jeff, Jensen doesn't sleep. Is he okay?”

“He's fine. Just tired out.”

Misha sent the mental equivalent of a snort.

Jeff broke off the conversation as Jensen started to stir, stretching slow and languid. His brow furrowed, and Jeff stroked a hand down his back. “Morning,” he said, voice soft and scratchy.

Jensen stilled, his eyes flying open. “What time is it?”

“About seven, I think. I left my watch in the RV.” Jeff bent, pressing a quick kiss to Jensen's lips.

Jensen didn't pull back, but looked confused at the touch. “Why did you let me sleep? Is everyone okay? I have to call and check on Vicki and Misha.”

“They're fine. I just checked in with Misha and West. Everyone's good. Jere and Vick are still sleeping.”

Jensen's face relaxed, and Jeff kissed him again, this time with more heat. The ties between them have strengthened, until he could feel Jensen's heartbeat, feel a Jensen shaped thing lodged quietly beneath his own heart. It was odd. He'd never expected to feel it with anyone. Not like this.

Jensen shuddered after a moment. The full moon was tonight, and they both were close to the edge, body temperature raised, and the wolf sliding close to the skin. He'd said that he hadn't been able to shift, but Jeff didn't think that would be a problem tonight.

Jensen's lips curled against Jeff's, his only warning before he was flipped onto his back, the smaller man pressing him into the mattress. The sheets tangled around them, and Jensen was smiling in a way Jeff hasn't seen before.

With another quick kiss, Jensen slipped off of Jeff and headed towards the river. “I need a bath,” he announced.

Jeff rolled over, enjoying the view. “Do you have something against warm water?”

“No. But I do have something against dying in that tiny closet that you call a shower in there,” Jensen said, gesturing at the RV. “And I think if we tried to get in there together that's what would happen.”

“Together?” Jeff asked, smiling stupidly.

“Unless you'd rather wash your own back.” Jensen's smile turned a little nervous, tentative.

That wouldn't do, Jeff thought, coming to his feet quickly. “I'll get the soap.”

By the time they got back, plans for the full moon were well underway. Jared had Kane and Smith working on the ancient barbecue pit, cleaning and patching it up. Jeremy was laying boards down for the large blow up swimming pool that Jared had built a heater/blower for, turning it into a jacuzzi. Apparently, Jere had asked Jensen for approval to put it up at some point.

In the kitchen, Adrianne and Tracy were making a marinade for the half a steer that would be going into the barbecue for the majority of the day to be cooked low and slow.

They'd come back to the house after their run, and eat and drink and enjoy time together as a pack. They'd rotate sentries during the night, so that everyone could have a turn.

When they passed the living room, Vicki waved, catching their attention. She had West in a soft fabric sling over her shoulder.

“Are you allowed to be down here?” Jensen asked sharply. Jeff fought the need to shove his mate behind him for protection or to facepalm.

Vicki raised one eyebrow, and Jensen seemed to realized what he'd said. “Um. I mean.”

“How are you feeling? Jeff quickly said.

Vicki's face softened. “I'm fine. It's a baby, not a porcupine, for fuck's sake.” She patted the couch, and they obediently sat next to her on the sofa while she lifted West out of the sling. “Now, hold him while I go pee.”

Jeff felt his face pale as the bundle of baby landed in his arms. “Um.”

She ignored him, waddling out of the room faster than someone who had pushed out a kid should be able to move. He looked at Jensen, then down at the baby. “Help?”

“You're doing fine,” Jensen said. “He's not a grenade, don't hold him out like that. He won't like it.” He rearranged Jeff's hands until he was carefully holding the baby. “There. Like that.”

“You seem to know a lot about babies.”

Jensen shrugged. “Baptisms.”

Jeff nodded. “Ah. Makes sense. You don't want to drop 'em in the pool.”

Jensen snorted. “No, parents tend to freak.”

Jeff smiled at him, then glanced down towards the sleepy faced baby. “He looks like Mish.”

“Yeah. Though it looks like his eyes are going to go brown.”

Jeff stared down at the small life in his arms, feeling his face do that soft/dopy thing that always made Kane point and laugh. Somehow, he didn't think that would be a problem with West. Their little wolfling.

The baby stretched, mouth opening in a tiny yawn, and a hand flailed under the blanket. A moment later there was a tiny shriek of fabric, and a clawed half-paw shot out through the rip.

Jeff's eyes widened, and when he glanced at Jensen, he saw the same shock in his mates eyes. “Holy shit, we are so screwed.”

“Is he supposed to do that?” Jensen asked.

“You're asking me?”

“You're the experienced Alpha,” Jensen shot back. “I'm the new guy.”

Vicki came back in, a bottle of water in her hand. “Much better.” She paused, looking at them. “He did the paw thing, didn't he.”

“Yeah. Is that...?”

“Totally normal. He'll probably shift body parts with minimal control for the first four months. Then, somewhere between four and six, he'll start shifting. And then, it'll be a good thing the pack has grown a lot. Because it's going to take every single one of them to keep up with him.”

Jeff shifted in his seat. They hadn't really discussed that yet. He'd bought the land adjacent to Jensen's. Turned out that Horseriver had just been squatting anyway. It just remained to be seen if Jensen wanted to deal with a big, insane pack. Jeff still sort of expected Jen to tell him to take a flying leap.

He guessed there would be time to discuss it after moon.

************

For a pack that hadn't had full moon together in months Jensen's formerly small pack had jumped into preparations with abandon. It was assumed, he guessed that he'd be able to shift and join them this time.

For the first time in months, he could feel his wolf again, hear it's stupid thoughts. (which, as usual, revolved around food and sex. Less violence at least.)

That didn't mean that he could shift, though.

It was weird, seeing what the ties healed and what it didn't. He felt better than he had in...ever, but his skin was still sensitive in spots. Touch, if it was in the wrong place, hurt. Chad told him that he would have good days and bad days. His body still ached, especially his shoulders and hips. That would probably be permanent, too. He tired easier than most wolves, but he was told once he worked off his sleep debt, and his starvation, it would get somewhat better.

All in all, since he hadn't expected to survive the week, it wasn't bad.

He felt Jeff's arms slide around his stomach, bending to kiss his neck lightly and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jeff returned, nuzzling him, inhaling deeply.

“Need something?” Jensen ventured.

“Nope.” Jeff pressed another kiss to his throat and wandered off.

“He's touchy,” Jeremy said suddenly.

“Oh.” Jensen nodded slowly. “Why?”

He shrugged. “He just is.” Jeremy shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Um. Did anybody tell you about Moon?”

Jensen blinked. He wasn't sure if it was a function of Jeremy being a wolf-born, or if Jensen was just stupid today, but nothing was making sense. “Um. No?”

“Oh. It's... touchy. In wolf form and out. We... touch a lot. And since you're our Alpha too, they'll want to touch you, too.”

It would be a little painful, but that was okay. He liked Jeff's wolves. His wolves? “So, we're just one big pack now?”

“Well, yeah. You're mated. Unless you don't want us.”

“No. I do,” Jensen assured him. “We hadn't talked about it.”

“You talk too much,” Jeremy informed him, head tilted. “You need to just do.”

As he went to do God only knew what, Jensen pondered the utter perversity of the universe. He'd been so proper, and so stubborn. So sure that he knew the only way. And so, Jeff and his pack.

Adrianne smiled as she passed, and leaned on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You look confused.”

“I am.”

She stepped back, and looked him in the eye. “Okay. What about?”

“I don't know what to do with you all.”

“In what way?” She tugged the ponytail holder out and shook her hair. “We're pretty easy.”

“I know. But that doesn't make sense to me. I slept with your Alpha and now everyone's acting like I have the right to order you around. I buried eight of my pack members, and I've only been alpha for half a year. I'm a shitty alpha.”

“From what I heard, a good chunk of those eight were assholes.”

“Doesn't that bother anyone? That I killed four of my packmembers and got another four killed?” Jensen raked his hands through his hair.

Adrianne considered the question for a moment. “You inherited a pack. Any time that happens, especially when it's from an alpha whose policies you didn't agree with, there's going to be fights.”

Jensen smiled slightly. “You make it sound so rational and easy.”

“Jeff has had a pretty stable pack for the last decade or so. He's still buried pack members. And he's buried a lot more challengers from outside the pack. There's a reason we all know how to handle a war, Alpha.” Adrianne tilted her head. “Jeremy doesn't think he described full moon very well. He wanted me to let you know that there's going to be a lot of touching. Naked touching. Possibly sex. Probably sex, honestly. Best behavior only goes so far when you've got a bunch of wolves around.”

“Ah. Thanks for the warning.”

“No worries. No one will expect you to join in. There is a sort of ritual that we do, I don't know if it's something all packs do, or if it's just us. The betas shift first, then the alpha wolves except you and Jeff. We'll present ourselves to you in wolf form for your approval.”

“I've heard of the alpha's of the pack waiting to see the others shift, to show power, to show that they can resist the pull of the moon, but I always thought that was kind of a dick-waving thing.”

“It can be. In this case it's more of a reassurance that we're protected and valuable. We'll come to you, you'll touch us, we'll rub against your leg to get your scent on us, and then we'll all sit and wait for you to shift. Then, you'll lead us in the hunt.” She shrugged lightly. “It's nice.”

It sounded a little like the normal fucked up power dynamic bullshit, but Jensen smiled back and nodded. “I'm looking forward to it.”

“Me too. Which is why I'm going to go help Kane to lay out the firepit so that we won't all freeze important body parts off.” She started to turn, then stopped as a lanky blonde stepped into the room, dark eyes wide, nose all but twitching. “Alpha,” Adrianne said, voice even and formal. “May I have the honor of introducing Jeff's second, Alona?”

He mentally tried to call up information about the girl in front of him, but all he remembered was the name. He saw Jeremy at the periphery of the room, looking anxious, and the realization that Alona was special to Jeremy clicked. He offered her his hand, stepping in so that she could sniff him at the same time. “Ma'am.”

She shook his hand awkwardly, and offered her throat in submission. “Alpha.”

He sniffed quickly, giving her a little nuzzle when she relaxed. He started to pull back, when he saw Adrianne's frown.

He looked at her, asking the question with his eyes. She stuck her tongue out and licked her hand. When he narrowed his eyes, she bared her teeth at him. He licked her quickly, tasting salty sweat and an earthy scent of wolf that never quite left wolf borns.

She stepped back and nodded, satisfied. “I'm babysitting tonight,” she informed him. “That way, Jeremy can run with Misha and Vicki.”

Jensen was about to reply when Jeff wandered back in, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans. “Hey, Alona. Glad you got here. Did Jer introduce you to West?”

She shook her head. “I just arrived. I'm looking forward to meeting Jeremy's near-son.”

Jensen tilted his head curiously and Jeff smiled. “Alona is from Jeremy's first pack.” He bent and did the sniff and lick greeting, though his lick was on her mouth.

“We're related somehow,” Alona verified.

Jensen made a little 'mm' of assent. At some point, he would need to have Jeff sit down and tell him about the pack. Who had come from where, what their damages were. He didn't want to step on any triggers, or upset anyone.

Alona turned to face Jeff and him, standing in an almost military attention posture. “We posted Oscar and Idris on the west border near the road. Brent is patrolling the woods on the south. I set up my Sisters on the north border where I felt the most likely danger zone was.”

Jeff considered it for a moment before nodding. “That should be more than adequate. We'll rotate after the run so that everyone can get food?”

“Of course.” Alona said. “I will relieve Brent, and Kane and Jared will relieve Oscar and Idris. I don't expect trouble tonight. However, the Sisters would like permission to begin working on the new wardspell.”

Jeff glanced at Jensen. “That's fine. Have them bring it to me and my mate when it's ready. Now, go meet your nephew, little wolf.”

“She has sisters?” Jensen asked, watching her and Jeremy wander up the stairs.

“Not exactly. Did you ever read MacBeth?”

“In high school, yeah.”

“They named themselves after the three witches, the Weird Sisters. Three wolf-borns who are talented in magic. Very talented.”

“Oh.” Jensen felt himself gaping, but he couldn't quite stop. He'd never actually heard of wolves who could use magic. “So, they're psychic?”

Jeff shook his head. “No. They're something else entirely. You'll meet them tonight.”

“Okay,” Jensen said. “How are we going to work this?”

“Huh?” Jeff asked. “Work this what?”

“If you want to have sex with your pack, you can. I mean, it's okay.”

Jeff seemed to be listening to something that Jensen wasn't saying, judging by the look on his face. “Okay. C'mon,” he reached for Jensen's hand, and tugged him upstairs. “I was going to wait until after the moon, but guess it's time for that talk.”

Jensen felt his stomach drop. “We don't have to.”

Jeff pulled him into the office and carefully closed the door before settling on the couch. “Okay. So. Yes, I have had sex with my pack in the past. I used to have sex with Misha and Vicki, too. Until I found out you were a virgin, I kind of assumed...”

Jensen felt his cheeks flush.

Jeff patted the couch. “You're my mate. And since it happened so fast, it means that we're going to probably hit issues every five minutes or whatever. I've always thought of myself as poly. But, if you're not, we can work with that.”

“I, ah. I never thought about it,” Jensen lied. He'd thought about Misha and Vicki, what they looked like in bed, what their hands would feel like on his skin, but never thought it was possible. Thought he was unworthy when he let himself consider it at all.

“That's fair,” Jeff said, stroking the back of Jensen’s neck in light shivery touches.

“I wouldn't mind watching you with them,” he blurted.

Jeff blinked. His slow smile felt like it curled Jensen’s toes. He purred, “Oh yeah? What do you want to watch us do, Jen?”

Jensen felt the flush rising in his cheeks. “Um. I want to watch you make out. And, kiss?”

With that a dorky charming laugh that made Jensen love him more, Jeff tugged Jensen’s hair. “You had such a dirty mouth while I was fucking you. You need me to fuck you open before you’ll say what you want?”

Jensen ducked his head, enjoying the answering burn in his scalp. “I was in heat.”

“You’re still in heat. C’mon, sweetheart.” Jeff eased off pulling hair, rubbing his scalp instead, making Jensen want to show him belly. “

Jensen looked up at him through his eyelashes. Jeff’s pupils were wide, blown open, and his scent was warming. The thought that it was exciting Jeff made the heat rush low in his stomach, his cock starting to firm. “I want to see you fuck Vicki. I want to smell her on you. Watch Jeremy and Misha lick you clean.”

Jeff sucked his breath in hard. “Fuck, yeah. I knew you were a dirty little thing.” He curled his hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, nails scraping just right. “She likes being fucked. She can get off on that, without even touching her clit, and fuck, she gets so loud...”

Shivering, Jensen rasped out, “Want to eat her out after, taste you in her.”

Jeff smirked. “Jeremy likes that, too. Taste and smell us during sex. Oral little thing. And Misha--”

“Misha,” said Misha from the doorway, posing so they could see the hard line of his dick, “would love to continue this conversation. Horizontally. But unfortunately we’re ready for you two for moon.”

Trying to rub the flush off his skin, Jensen said, “How much of that did you hear, exactly?”

Misha smirked and turned away.

Epilogue