The Chapterhouse: Part Three
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"We cleanse together?" Jared called through the steam still trying to wrap his mind around the situation at hand. Mostly he was trying to stop focusing on the image of Jensen naked, which seemed to be seared into his mind: muscular physique that looked like something a sculptor had carved with the exception slightly bowed legs. Broad shoulders that led to well-muscled arms, nipples that were flat rose-colored disks on his smooth, hairless chest and his cock….Jared shook his head, trying to clear the image from his brain.
"Yes. We cleanse together," Jensen explained patiently, as though talking to a small child. "We do everything together, I told you this not moments ago. Now get in here, you're letting all the steam out."
"But, I, you have to be kidding me. There’s no way I’m cleansing with you. No. Just, no." Jared shook his head emphatically as he talked, even though no one was there to see it. He was exhausted from all the emotion and tension he’d been through on the practice field today and he’d only just come to terms with the reality that like it or not, he was stuck with Jensen. But this? This was too much. All he wanted to do was cleanse—alone—and sleep. Alone. But it didn’t look like he was going to do either of those things. Not alone at least.
"Take off your clothes and get in here! That's an order, Posey! If you're not in here in the next ten tics, in addition to scullery duty you will be standing at Prime for the next week instead of sitting!"
Jared grumbled at this. If he didn't sit at Prime, that meant he didn't eat. How did Jensen know that his one true weakness was food? If he didn't eat on a regular basis, he might as well lie down and give up on the day as that was precisely what his body and brain would do.
Decision made, Jared peeled off his training suit and dumped it into the same bin that Jensen had placed his. Taking a few deep breaths, Jared stepped through the steam to join Jensen in the cleansing unit.
Jared stood stiffly, hands clenched at his sides while Jensen looked at him, face weary.
“Look, Posey,” he said, “I know you think I just want to molest you but I promise you that is not my intention.”
“What other intention can you have?” Jared demanded. “After what happened on the practice field today? No, I’m all too familiar with what I saw going on there. So there’s no way in chaos I’m getting naked with you in an enclosed space.”
“Fine. Then I guess you don’t want to be a Bevian Knight after all.”
“What?” Jared stared at him in disbelief. “Surely you're joking? What in the name of the holies could us cleansing and sleeping together possibly have to do with….”
“Death.” Jensen’s voice turned hard. “You don’t recognize my touch, you don’t see me as an extension of yourself, you don’t know my body as well as you know your own? You die. You use your power, you forget and you die.”
“I get it, I get it.” Jared held up a hand. Gods, it seemed like the minute he thought he knew the situation he was up against, things changed and got even worse. Only it wasn’t a situation he was going to be up against, he reminded himself, it was Jensen. Or rather, Jensen was going to be up against him. Nude.
Jensen gripped Jared’s wrist suddenly and pulled him farther into the steam. “Now get with the program and start cleansing, Posey. Or would you prefer to cleanse me first?”
Jared wasn’t prepared for this. For his body’s reaction to everything that had happened to him to day. For seeing his Pedagogue naked and knowing they'd be touching each other in a way he'd never touched another man, and another man had never touched him. His cock was beginning to stiffen and it felt like a betrayal.
The strange arousal mixed with his confusion and growing frustration over the secrecy of the order, not to mention the rage he felt at Jensen, was suddenly too much. To his horror, Jared felt the hot sting of tears pricking at his eyelids. Oh Gods, please don’t let me cry. Not here, not now!
But it didn’t seem to matter how much he didn’t want to cry, the tears were going to come anyway. Jared felt them trickling down the sides of his face as his shoulders heaved with silent sobs. He turned away, trying to somehow hide behind the inadequate cover his hands provided, humiliated that Jensen should see him like this, and tried to let the tears fall quietly.
He expected a sarcastic remark from Jensen, something snide about how the little farm boy couldn’t take and it maybe he should go back to terrafirma. What he didn’t expect was to feel Jensen wrap his arms around him and run a gentle hand through his hair.
“Let it out.” The older man’s voice was quiet and soothing. “Just let it all out.”
The unexpected kindness was Jared’s undoing. Slumping into the support that Jensen’s body offered, he let the misery take him and cried like he hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. The entire time Jensen caressed his shaking back and shoulders, softly murmuring words that made no sense but soothed anyway.
“Gods, I’m sorry,” Jared moaned at last when he had regained some semblance of control. “I’m so sorry.”
Jensen loosened his hold on Jared and moved back slightly, arms still encasing him, “Sorry for making me wait so long in the unit, or sorry for crying?” His deep voice was still gentle, although there was a hint of amusement in it.
Jared sniffed and turned his head to face Jensen’s bright green eyes. They were close—so close he could smell cinnamon on Jensen’s breath, but he was too tired to move. Too tired to care.
“Sorry for losing it,” he said stiffly. “You’re lucky I don’t try to deck you. You godsdamn well deserve it after what you put me through today.”
Unexpectedly, Jensen smiled. Not the wry grin Jared had begun to be familiar with—this smile actually reached his eyes. Could it be that Jensen wasn’t a complete bastard after all?
“Maybe I do at that,” he said letting his arms fall away and taking a step back. “But if you break my nose, you have a good chance of breaking your hand too and we can’t have that. Not to mention the fact it might mar my absolutely stunning good-looks.” He grinned and for the first time all day, his smile actually reached his eyes. Jared’s stomach knotted and his heart started to flutter crazily in his chest. And against his will, his eyes scanned over Jensen’s body.
Helios, why am I looking at his cock? Jared turned his head away in a hurry but not before Jensen had seen where his eyes were fixed.
“Satisfied that I’m not itching to deflower your virgin ass, Posey?” he asked, indicating the flaccid state of his shaft. “Don’t you think if I was waiting for you to drop the soap I’d be at least half hard by now?”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” Jared muttered, keeping his eyes down as he moved to the far side of the cleaning unit, feigning interest in the assortment of bottles and pouches which lined the single shelf.
And to think, for a minute I thought he might be halfway decent. The memory of Jensen’s hand stroking his back, carding through his hair and his deep voice murmuring soothing nothings still remained but he was beginning to wonder if it was some kind of hallucination he’d suffered while under extreme stress. The sturdy, naked man with the wry detachment on his face in no way resembled the Jensen of a few minutes before.
Jared nearly jumped a foot when he felt Jensen’s torso press into his back and Jensen’s arm snaked over his shoulder to grab a bottle off the shelf. In moments, a warm, soapy hand was caressing the bare skin of his back. He started to turn, but Jensen put his other hand on Jared’s shoulder and gripped hard.
“Eyes front, Posey. I won’t go below the waist. I’m just washing your back—tonight, anyway.”
“I don’t see why I have to put up with you every tic of every day,” Jared said through gritted teeth. “I don’t fucking want you touching me!”
“Does it bother you because it’s an invasion of your personal space? Or because it gives you a hard-on?” Jensen’s voice was clinical and detached as he continued to caress Jared’s bare back in long, sensual strokes.
“You asshole!” Jared tried to turn again and again the iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.
“You will get used to my hands on your body, Posey,” Jensen said coolly. “You have no choice, so you might as well get over it now.”
“Why, Master?” Jared put as much contempt into the title as he could muster, “Do you have to jerk me off in battle in order for me to remember who you are?” Jared asked acidly.
“It would actually strengthen bond if I did, but you might be a little too distracted to attack the enemy if I was making you come at the same time,” Jensen said casually, as though Jared had asked a legitimate question. “Although I understand some of the other Pedagogues and Postulants have mastered the technique of concentrating through an orgasm.”
“Helios!” Jared felt like a moth trapped in a lantern; drawn to the flame and yet in a dead panic to escape and fly to freedom. The worst thing was even though he was back to despising Jensen, his hands on Jared’s body still made him react. And the way he had talked about making him come, as though it were no big deal, made things worse—filled his head with all kinds of images he didn’t want to think about, but seemed helpless to get rid of. His cock was rock-hard and he felt as if he’d been in a state of arousal all day. All he wanted was a minute alone—chaos, thirty seconds would do—to jerk off. But it didn’t look like Jensen was going to give him any privacy at all and he was damned if he’d masturbate with the other man watching. Especially when Jensen would probably guess the cause for his arousal in the first place.
As though reading his mind, Jensen slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, I think you’re clean enough now. Your body anyway—your mind is an entirely different story.”
He stepped out of the unit and grabbed a towel from the metal rod which emerged from the wall as they exited and then handed one to Jared as he stepped out as well.
Jared tried to hold the limp scrap of material in front of his crotch to hide his cock, which stubbornly refused to go down, but Jensen only laughed and shook his head.
“Just hurry up and dry off, Posey. Who cares if you’ve got a hard-on?”
Feeling as if his face were on fire, Jared dried the rest of his body with a few hasty swipes of the towel.
“What do we wear to sleep?” he asked. But he had a sinking feeling that he already knew.
“You’re looking at it.” Jensen indicated their current state of undress with a casual wave of his hand.
“Fuck. I guess I should have known. Let me guess…the reason we’re sleeping naked together is because—”
“Skin-to-skin contact increases the connection between us,” Jensen finished for him.
Then he gave Jared a withering look. “Don’t worry, Posey. I promise not to fuck your tight virgin ass while you’re sleeping.”
“Bastard.” Jared muttered glaring at Jensen, feeling defeated.
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Jared hadn't paid that much attention initially to the room arrangements, he'd assumed he'd be bunking somewhere else, maybe there was a postulant barracks somewhere, or they just hadn't fitted the room with another sleeping unit when he'd been assigned. But no. He was to sleep here. In Jensen's cell. With Jensen. To be more precise, in Jensen’s sleeping unit.
Jared hadn't really slept with anyone else since he was 12 and his older brother Jeff told him he was getting too big to sneak into his sleeping unit in the middle of the night when he was scared, or just couldn't sleep--there had been something comforting about his big brother being there next to him, a large, warm body to stave off the cold and the unpredictable night noises rustling around their farm. But that had been more than 14 years ago now.
Admittedly, there'd been a few female unitmates, but there wasn't a whole lot of sleeping going on then. The idea of ever sleeping in the same unit as another man had never entered into Jared's realm of possibility. For one thing, there was Jared's size. At 19 hands high, and a good 13 stone, he hadn't really been good at sharing personal space--not because he couldn't--it just made things awkward for other people. It was difficult to adjust his giant frame to fit, usually other people had to adjust to him.
All of this ran through Jared's mind as he stood and stared at the open hatch of the unit his Pedagogue had just climbed into. That, and the fact that Jensen was naked. As was Jared. No sleepsuits.
Even though Jared had just cleansed with Jensen, and had every part of his body soaped and rinsed by Jensen's thorough hands, he still felt clutches of embarrassment in his gut, and his skin seemed to be stretched too tight now, shrunk by the hot steam and water.
Blood was pounding in his ears as he debated his options: get in the unit and sleep with Jensen pressed close to him; get dressed and go to the chapel and pray for what was sure to be his immortal soul; or sleep on the floor. He was definitely edging towards the latter as the most viable option.
"Get in the unit, Posey. I'm tired and want to sleep." Jensen's voice grumbled out from the open hatch.
"But…I can't..." Jared was unable to properly articulate all the difficulties he was having with the thought of entering into the sleeping unit with his Pedagogue.
Jensen's frustrated sigh was audible, "I managed to allow you to keep your virtue unsullied during the cleanse didn't I? This is no different than that. Just sleep. An everyday part of what people do, it's just you'll be doing it next to me from now on. Now get in the damnable unit, Posey."
Considering the last portion of Jensen's response was undeniably an order, Jared took a deep breath and moved forward to grasp the edge of the unit to pull himself inside. It was a bit larger than the unit he'd slept in before coming to the Chapterhouse, likely due to the fact that it was made for two as opposed to his personal unit's one. The walls were also a soft grey blue instead of the deep green his own had been, not to mention that there was a naked man propped against the back wall clearly peeved with Jared's reticence.
Jensen looked different in the diffuse light of the unit. The minute freckles which dotted every inch of him muted the glow his skin seemed to have in the dimness, while the green of his eyes was even more pronounced. His face looked softer, his lips fuller and redder, and his long lashes cast dark shadows on the curves of his cheeks. For a moment in his study of Jensen, Jared forgot his earlier shyness and uncertainty and stepped full into the unit, letting the hatch click softly closed behind him. There was a single muted thump and they went weightless, Jared inadvertently losing equilibrium and floating through the air to thud into Jensen's chest.
"Easy there, Posey," he could feel Jensen's voice rumble through his chest even as Jensen efficiently turned him around so his back was pressed to Jensen's front. He could feel the small points of Jensen's nipples on the skin of his back, and the rough curls at Jensen's groin pressed to the curve of his ass and the slow thickening of Jensen's cock between the crease. Jared hadn’t realized how sensitive he was to touch until Jensen had started to touch him, what seemed to be, ceaselessly.
"Jen...Master," Jared corrected, "I'm not, I don't, I can't, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."
"Too bad." Jensen's breath ghosted over the shell of Jared's ear.
After the exhausting day he’d had, Jared expected to drop off at once. But there were too many disturbing images in his head and his cock was still on full alert. He wanted so badly to just wrap his hand around it and take care of things; it wouldn’t take long at all and it might help to ease the tension that had been coursing through his body all day. He knew it was impossible though. Not with Jensen’s arms wrapped around him, effectively prohibiting him from making any movement without being noticed.
He floated looking at the sleek sides of the sleeping unit for a long time, feeling the body heat of his new mentor radiating across the back of his body, eventually even feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat which seemed to be a direct counterpoint to his own and wondered how he was going to survive.
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Matins seemed to come earlier than dawn itself, even though the sun was moving across the sky well before they had stepped into the chapel and knelt for prayer. His body felt slow and his very bones heavy as lead. As he knelt he thought back on the morning and how it had been spent thus far.
Jared was gently woken by the quiet lull of Jensen’s voice reminding him that Jared had a task of greeting his Master with a kiss, and Jared was still caught somewhere between sleep and waking when Jensen had pressed his mouth over Jared’s and cupped his jaw, letting his thumb stroke over Jared’s cheekbone. That was the only reason, the only explanation he had for why he had pressed back and darted his tongue out to deepen the kiss. The thrill buzzing through him when Jensen’s tongue met his and the ache in his groin when their semi-hard cocks brushed one another was a result of his groggy state. Nothing more.
Jensen hadn’t spoken to him beyond the almost non-conversation in the sleeping unit this morning, and Jared was glad for it. He'd mouthed his way through Terce, mostly begging for guidance on how to work through his warring feelings for his Pedagogue.
It didn't help Jared's state of mind any when Jensen began to sing in perfect diatonic harmony during the doxology. His singing voice was nearly an octave higher than one would have expected based on the mellow baritone of his speaking voice. Jared must have been staring because Jensen suddenly crossed and uncrossed his eyes several times, forcing Jared to stifle a giggle at the unexpected silliness.
Their training session in the simulator had passed fairly uneventfully, Jared becoming more and more accustomed to Jensen's hands on him and he was even feeling as though the sensation of Jensen's full lips pressed against his were somewhat normal. Or at the very least a not entirely foreign sensation.
Instead of their usual routine of heading for their cell after removing their cassocks, Jensen led Jared to an unfamiliar section of the Chapterhouse. It was a hallway no different than any of the others Jared had traversed thus far but, the room that it led to was. It was large and octagonal shaped, with a water fountain in the middle providing a bubbling background to the idle chatter and laughter coming from various inhabitants of the room. It was more lavishly decorated than other sections, the mosaics seeming brighter and the metal filigree seeming more delicate and intricate in the light streaming through the windows. Large, plush pillows were strewn haphazardly about and the postulants and pedagogues lazing on them were strewn just as randomly, some sitting, some standing, and some lying down.
"What is this place?"
"It's the Lounge,” Jensen indicated with a sweeping motion, "rather aptly named, don't you think?"
Jensen stopped near the first group of people fulfilling the purpose of the room and introductions were made all the way around. Jared was relieved to find he only need give cursory hand greetings as no one seemed inclined to move.
Their next round of greetings was with a group that was standing, sipping from carafes of stimulant or possibly rumberry juice. Jensen and Jared were greeted by Richard, Adam and Eric with a simple press of lips to a cheek, basically what seemed to be the oral equivalent of a brisk handshake. But Brock, Aldis and Misha were more enthusiastic with their salutations, planting lingering kisses firmly on first Jensen and then Jared's mouth.
"Oh, he is quite the specimen, Ackles," Misha teased, obviously delighting in Jared's discomfort.
"I'm well aware of his attributes, Collins." Jared might be imagining it, but he thought he heard a hint of good-humor in his normally reserved Pedagogue.
"Jen!" The hail came from Jared's left and he turned to see who was calling out so casually to Jensen. A familiar looking bald-headed man, with wide eyes and a matching grin was headed toward them followed by a man about Jared's size only slightly broader of shoulder and with much darker hair. He vaguely recalled being told about them earlier on the holofield.
The bald man was clearly so because he chose to be, Jared noted when the couple came close enough for Jared to take in more specific details. And his broad smile was infectious, his companion clearly sharing his joy at seeing Jensen and was that a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of Jensen's mouth?
"Hey, Rosey," Jensen said affectionately.
Jared waited for his Master to introduce them, but then the man Jensen had called Rosey was kissing Jensen. This greeting kiss was decidedly different from any of the others.
Rosey's hands were roaming all over Jensen's body, and it was clear Jensen wasn't just a passive player in the events unfolding in front of Jared's eyes. There was clear passion in the kiss; it was a mutual expression of affection between the two. Jared wasn't disgusted, in fact, he was a little bit intrigued by the enthusiasm Jensen was showing on his end. No, he was uncomfortable with the situation for another reason. It was the possessive way Rosey had wrapped himself around Jensen, coupled with the enthusiasm Jensen obviously felt.
"That's enough, Mike," Jensen said finally, pushing the other Pedagogue away. "Padalecki here is already freaked out enough without watching you try to give me a root canal with your tongue."
"But your mouth is so pretty. It was just made to be kissed." Rosey teased while patted Jensen's cheek.
Jensen inclined his head toward the man who had just finished kissing him and said, "Postulant Padalecki, meet Pedagogue Mike Rosenbaum. And this is his postulant Tom Welling."
Tom leaned forward to brush his mouth lightly over Jared's before moving to do the same to Jensen, and then addressed Jared, "Don't mind, Rosey. He's a force of nature; unpredictable and uncontainable." Tom smiled indulgently at his Pedagogue.
Pedagogue Rosenbaum grinned back brashly at his postulant before turning his attention to Jared, "Mmmm, but you have a pretty mouth too," and moved forward clearly intending to maul Jared next.
Jensen stepped neatly between them, cutting off Rosenbaum from his goal. "Heel, Rosey. Give the boy some space. You know how it is for newbies."
Shrugging Rosenbaum moved back, "Sure. Whatever."
Welling nodded in the direction of the exit, "And there they go."
Jared turned to see who he was referring to, and saw Pedagogue Carlson disentangling himself from Chad and fairly stomping out of the Lounge, leaving Chad standing alone looking bewildered and torn, looking from where Jared was standing to the archway his Pedagogue had just stormed through. His shoulders slumped and he made his choice, following Steve out of the Lounge.
"What is it with him?" Jared asked as he watched his friend leave. He turned back to face the three men with him, "Why does he hate..."he struggled with his words, not really wanting to call Jensen 'Master' in front of others, "my Pedagogue?"
Rosenbaum's mouth quirked at the corner as he said, "Have you looked at Ackles lately? He's fucking gorgeous. We all hate him."
Tom laughed at that, which broke the tension and when Welling and Rosenbaum drifted over in the direction of a Pai-gow table, Jensen followed them and Jared followed Jensen.
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The hallway to the holo-simulator was just past the one leading into the refectory. Jared sneaked quietly past, almost holding his breath and hoping none of the other Postulants or Pedagogues would be coming or going right then. He didn’t need any more conflict or confrontation today.
If I could just get some time alone maybe I wouldn’t be so on edge all the damn time! It wasn’t the first time the thought had occurred to him but it seemed impossible to make his wish a reality. During the day he was constantly involved in either training, prayer or worship, and every other free moment was spent with Jensen at the refectory or reviewing the day’s practice sessions. After that they cleansed together and they tended to each others aches and pains. This generally consisted of massaging sore muscles and applying healing ointment to small wounds. Jared had protested from the first that he could tend his bruises and stretch out his muscles on his own, but gradually Jared had begun to enjoy the process. It was soothing to have his body so thoroughly massaged and tended to and it was definitely helping him not feel so adverse to Jensen's touch with the added benefit of Jensen seeming less bad tempered during their nightly "mending" sessions. During the twenty to thirty minutes it took he seemed less like the cold, withdrawn mentor who harangued him the rest of the day and more like the understanding man who had held him while he cried on that first day.
But as much as he liked having his body massaged, he literally had no free time to himself. No time to relieve the constant thrum of need that coursed through his body and kept his cock constantly half-hard. And these sessions as well as the daily training sessions with Jensen caressing him intermittently, or wrapping his arms around him and kissing him out of his somna produced enough tension in Jared to warrant jerking off several times a day--if only he’d been able to get more than five minutes alone.
Jared didn't want to think too deeply about why close contact with Jensen was making him so tense and sexually overwrought. He knew having a warm-body--any warm body--pressed against his own was bound to cause a reaction. The problem was, it was a reaction he couldn't do anything about. As aroused as he felt for the better part of his waking hours, there wasn't time do see to it in the lav cubicle, and it was literally impossible for him to do it at night in the sleeping unit with Jensen pressed against him. In all, it had been more than a week--since he'd been home with Sandy's hot mouth wrapped--the pressure beneath his tasset increased reminding him that his current thought process was not helping the situation and he groaned with frustration.
For a moment, he considered trying to find an empty alcove somewhere in the Chapterhouse and taking advantage of the time he had stolen. After all, he was recklessly skipping his daily chores, having begged Chad to cover for him in the scullery. If he were caught he might be in serious trouble. But the reason he was ducking out of chores was to up his ranking. If he mis-spent the precious free time he’d stolen masturbating, he was literally throwing away any advantage he might gain from breaking the rules. Time to stop dicking around and get down to business.
He pushed the door open leading to the holo-simulators and started down the corridor, glancing through the glass at each one to see who else was training. One holo-simulator was particularly dark, the occupants obviously opting for a night recreation. He stopped momentarily to peer into the dim room and his eyes fixed on two figures not far from the entrance.
It was difficult to tell, but he thought it was Rosenbaum, the flippant bald Pedagogue who had rather over-enthusiastically greeted Jared earlier in the week. His training partner was clearly his postulant Welling. Rosenbaum was clearly in the midst of calling his postulant back from a somna, so Jared was not surprised to see them so close to one another. What was surprising was seeing them both stark naked.
Jared blinked as if perhaps his eyes were seeing a mirage, but no, after several blinks and refocusing, they were still nude, and definitely engaged in more than just a simple caress or kiss to combat the effects of somna. Welling was bent over something that supported his weight while Rosenbaum alternated from leaning over him and nuzzling and kissing his neck and back to standing and gripping his hips while he pumped his hips forward and back. Jared could just make out the length of Rosenbaum's cock sliding in and out of his Postulant. Jensen's voice rang in his head, "Some of the other Pedagogues and Postulants have mastered the technique of concentrating through an orgasm." As if to prove Jensen's point, Jared saw a bright burst of light come from the far end of the holo-simulator indicating the occupants had completed a successful kill.
He knew he should back away, should tear his eyes from the sight in front of him and go on to a vacant simulator, but somehow he was rooted to the spot. What if that was Jensen and I? The thought came unbidden to his mind and once there refused to let go. Jared shook his head, as if he could rid himself of the unwanted idea by physically shaking it out, but it was no use--his rebellious brain was already running images fast and furious past his mind's eye.
The sight of the two men in front of him fucking was scintillating, but the idea of having his bowlegged, stoic Pedagogue standing behind him naked, fucking him while they trained nearly caused his brain to short-circuit. Jared felt his cock pulsing painfully against his suit, imagining Jensen whispering in his ear as he moved inside his body. He'd be using that soothing voice, low and raspy, the one he'd used the first night in the shower when I was upset.
The one he uses when we mend one another. Jared was helpless to stop entertaining the fantasy. He could almost hear Jensen whispering in his ear as he held him tight and moved inside him.
Nice and easy, Jared. Just open up for me. Concentrate on the Adamen and let me make you feel good, Posey....
Jared squeezed his hands into fists, digging the ends of his fingernails into his palms, jolting himself back to reality just in time to see Rosenbaum drop to his knees in front of his postulant and take Welling's cock in his mouth.
"Did you come to train, or for a free show? Because I'd say you got two for the price of one, Posey."
Torn between bolting out of shock, or moaning because the voice from his fantasy was finally real, Jared cursed and whipped around to face Jensen.
"Godsdamnit! You scared the shit out of me!" Jared tacked on a hasty, "Master," when green eyes narrowed warningly at him. Running a hand through his hair, he felt the flush of embarrassment add to the already burning flame of his cheeks. To be caught watching...and thinking what he had been thinking....
"Hey, Ackles, Padalecki. Come in for some training?" Turning to see who the voice behind him belonged to gave Jared an up close and personal view of Rosenbaum's nudity.
Although, Rosenbaum had spoken, Welling chimed in, obviously completely unselfconscious about anyone seeing them and drawing conclusions about what they'd been doing.
Welling leaned forward and gave Jensen a quick peck on the cheek and Rosenbaum did the same, Jensen returning their greetings without comment. Jensen looked over at him and Jared steeled himself before leaning forward to briefly brush his lips across Welling and then Rosenbaum's mouth.
"Hey, if you're here for practice, stay away from simulator two," Welling advised. "The atmospheric generator has been spewing methane. They've called engineering, but no one's bothered to put up a sign."
Rosenbaum's eyes roved over Jensen in what Jared could only call a "lurid" gaze before saying, "Don't be a stranger, Ackles. We never see you at the Lounge anymore. Collins is starting to get accustomed to not being broke all the time. Pai-gow's not the same with out you."
Jensen produced another one of his enigmatic smiles and placed a possessive hand on Jared's shoulder, gripping it slightly. "I've just been busy showing my postulant the ropes. Haven't had time."
Welling nodded easily, "Still in the honeymoon stage. You two probably can't get enough of each other right now."
Jared opened his mouth to protest, but Jensen tightened his grip on Jared's shoulder quietly warning him against any brash actions or retorts and answered, "Yeah, that's pretty much it. Tell everyone I said hello." His tone was so bland, Jared didn't see how it could strike anyone as anything but disingenuous, but Rosenbaum and Welling seemed satisfied and moved off in the direction of the exit, laughing and talking.
Once alone, Jensen turned to Jared and said, "You haven't fulfilled your duty."
Before Jared was fully aware of what Jensen was referring to, his full, sensual mouth had descended.
This time Jared welcomed his mouth, he opened to Jensen and let himself return the kiss. He was thrumming with tension and if this was the way it was going to go, Jared was ready for their relationship to change and deepen. He was jealous of the bond Tom and Mike had, he was jealous of the freedom they seemed to exhibit, and he was so very tired of living in a perpetual state of sexual frustration. He needed to relieve himself somehow and if damnable Jensen Ackles was the one to do it, so be it.
"Ah, not so fast, Posey." Jensen pulled away from the kiss with a sardonic smile. "That was a bit more than your duty, I believe."
"Isn't it what you wanted?" Jared was fed up and tired of the games.
"When will you understand?" Jensen motioned Jared closer and slid his index finger along Jared's jaw line. Jared shuddered. "Yes, yes you are getting closer."
"Understand what? More quizzes, more loopholes, more mindfucks? That I understand fine." Jared hissed his words through his teeth.
"This isn't about what I want, nor is it about what any terrestrial soul wants. Our bonding is in the service of Helios, it is about freeing ourselves of our pride, our inhibitions, our doubts, so we can be truer souls. It is not about sex." Jensen slid his hands down Jared's chest, letting them rest just below Jared's belt. His hand was mere inches away from Jared's cock which was once again erect and straining against his suit.
"Not about sex?" Jared struggled to keep his voice even. "There is so much sex, the customs all but ensure there will be sex, the halls reek of the scent."
"Granted, there are certain..." Jensen's handbrushed Jared's cock,"understandable side effects of the partnerships we form. But it is not a requirement, it is however seen as a natural consequence and not discouraged." It was all Jared could do to hold back his groan as he felt the gentle touch through the fabric encasing him.
Incredibly, Jensen then stepped away from Jared and beckoned to him to follow.
"Perform all of your moves perfectly in training today and we will see what might be done to help you with your situation."
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Part 4
"We cleanse together?" Jared called through the steam still trying to wrap his mind around the situation at hand. Mostly he was trying to stop focusing on the image of Jensen naked, which seemed to be seared into his mind: muscular physique that looked like something a sculptor had carved with the exception slightly bowed legs. Broad shoulders that led to well-muscled arms, nipples that were flat rose-colored disks on his smooth, hairless chest and his cock….Jared shook his head, trying to clear the image from his brain.
"Yes. We cleanse together," Jensen explained patiently, as though talking to a small child. "We do everything together, I told you this not moments ago. Now get in here, you're letting all the steam out."
"But, I, you have to be kidding me. There’s no way I’m cleansing with you. No. Just, no." Jared shook his head emphatically as he talked, even though no one was there to see it. He was exhausted from all the emotion and tension he’d been through on the practice field today and he’d only just come to terms with the reality that like it or not, he was stuck with Jensen. But this? This was too much. All he wanted to do was cleanse—alone—and sleep. Alone. But it didn’t look like he was going to do either of those things. Not alone at least.
"Take off your clothes and get in here! That's an order, Posey! If you're not in here in the next ten tics, in addition to scullery duty you will be standing at Prime for the next week instead of sitting!"
Jared grumbled at this. If he didn't sit at Prime, that meant he didn't eat. How did Jensen know that his one true weakness was food? If he didn't eat on a regular basis, he might as well lie down and give up on the day as that was precisely what his body and brain would do.
Decision made, Jared peeled off his training suit and dumped it into the same bin that Jensen had placed his. Taking a few deep breaths, Jared stepped through the steam to join Jensen in the cleansing unit.
Jared stood stiffly, hands clenched at his sides while Jensen looked at him, face weary.
“Look, Posey,” he said, “I know you think I just want to molest you but I promise you that is not my intention.”
“What other intention can you have?” Jared demanded. “After what happened on the practice field today? No, I’m all too familiar with what I saw going on there. So there’s no way in chaos I’m getting naked with you in an enclosed space.”
“Fine. Then I guess you don’t want to be a Bevian Knight after all.”
“What?” Jared stared at him in disbelief. “Surely you're joking? What in the name of the holies could us cleansing and sleeping together possibly have to do with….”
“Death.” Jensen’s voice turned hard. “You don’t recognize my touch, you don’t see me as an extension of yourself, you don’t know my body as well as you know your own? You die. You use your power, you forget and you die.”
“I get it, I get it.” Jared held up a hand. Gods, it seemed like the minute he thought he knew the situation he was up against, things changed and got even worse. Only it wasn’t a situation he was going to be up against, he reminded himself, it was Jensen. Or rather, Jensen was going to be up against him. Nude.
Jensen gripped Jared’s wrist suddenly and pulled him farther into the steam. “Now get with the program and start cleansing, Posey. Or would you prefer to cleanse me first?”
Jared wasn’t prepared for this. For his body’s reaction to everything that had happened to him to day. For seeing his Pedagogue naked and knowing they'd be touching each other in a way he'd never touched another man, and another man had never touched him. His cock was beginning to stiffen and it felt like a betrayal.
The strange arousal mixed with his confusion and growing frustration over the secrecy of the order, not to mention the rage he felt at Jensen, was suddenly too much. To his horror, Jared felt the hot sting of tears pricking at his eyelids. Oh Gods, please don’t let me cry. Not here, not now!
But it didn’t seem to matter how much he didn’t want to cry, the tears were going to come anyway. Jared felt them trickling down the sides of his face as his shoulders heaved with silent sobs. He turned away, trying to somehow hide behind the inadequate cover his hands provided, humiliated that Jensen should see him like this, and tried to let the tears fall quietly.
He expected a sarcastic remark from Jensen, something snide about how the little farm boy couldn’t take and it maybe he should go back to terrafirma. What he didn’t expect was to feel Jensen wrap his arms around him and run a gentle hand through his hair.
“Let it out.” The older man’s voice was quiet and soothing. “Just let it all out.”
The unexpected kindness was Jared’s undoing. Slumping into the support that Jensen’s body offered, he let the misery take him and cried like he hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. The entire time Jensen caressed his shaking back and shoulders, softly murmuring words that made no sense but soothed anyway.
“Gods, I’m sorry,” Jared moaned at last when he had regained some semblance of control. “I’m so sorry.”
Jensen loosened his hold on Jared and moved back slightly, arms still encasing him, “Sorry for making me wait so long in the unit, or sorry for crying?” His deep voice was still gentle, although there was a hint of amusement in it.
Jared sniffed and turned his head to face Jensen’s bright green eyes. They were close—so close he could smell cinnamon on Jensen’s breath, but he was too tired to move. Too tired to care.
“Sorry for losing it,” he said stiffly. “You’re lucky I don’t try to deck you. You godsdamn well deserve it after what you put me through today.”
Unexpectedly, Jensen smiled. Not the wry grin Jared had begun to be familiar with—this smile actually reached his eyes. Could it be that Jensen wasn’t a complete bastard after all?
“Maybe I do at that,” he said letting his arms fall away and taking a step back. “But if you break my nose, you have a good chance of breaking your hand too and we can’t have that. Not to mention the fact it might mar my absolutely stunning good-looks.” He grinned and for the first time all day, his smile actually reached his eyes. Jared’s stomach knotted and his heart started to flutter crazily in his chest. And against his will, his eyes scanned over Jensen’s body.
Helios, why am I looking at his cock? Jared turned his head away in a hurry but not before Jensen had seen where his eyes were fixed.
“Satisfied that I’m not itching to deflower your virgin ass, Posey?” he asked, indicating the flaccid state of his shaft. “Don’t you think if I was waiting for you to drop the soap I’d be at least half hard by now?”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” Jared muttered, keeping his eyes down as he moved to the far side of the cleaning unit, feigning interest in the assortment of bottles and pouches which lined the single shelf.
And to think, for a minute I thought he might be halfway decent. The memory of Jensen’s hand stroking his back, carding through his hair and his deep voice murmuring soothing nothings still remained but he was beginning to wonder if it was some kind of hallucination he’d suffered while under extreme stress. The sturdy, naked man with the wry detachment on his face in no way resembled the Jensen of a few minutes before.
Jared nearly jumped a foot when he felt Jensen’s torso press into his back and Jensen’s arm snaked over his shoulder to grab a bottle off the shelf. In moments, a warm, soapy hand was caressing the bare skin of his back. He started to turn, but Jensen put his other hand on Jared’s shoulder and gripped hard.
“Eyes front, Posey. I won’t go below the waist. I’m just washing your back—tonight, anyway.”
“I don’t see why I have to put up with you every tic of every day,” Jared said through gritted teeth. “I don’t fucking want you touching me!”
“Does it bother you because it’s an invasion of your personal space? Or because it gives you a hard-on?” Jensen’s voice was clinical and detached as he continued to caress Jared’s bare back in long, sensual strokes.
“You asshole!” Jared tried to turn again and again the iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.
“You will get used to my hands on your body, Posey,” Jensen said coolly. “You have no choice, so you might as well get over it now.”
“Why, Master?” Jared put as much contempt into the title as he could muster, “Do you have to jerk me off in battle in order for me to remember who you are?” Jared asked acidly.
“It would actually strengthen bond if I did, but you might be a little too distracted to attack the enemy if I was making you come at the same time,” Jensen said casually, as though Jared had asked a legitimate question. “Although I understand some of the other Pedagogues and Postulants have mastered the technique of concentrating through an orgasm.”
“Helios!” Jared felt like a moth trapped in a lantern; drawn to the flame and yet in a dead panic to escape and fly to freedom. The worst thing was even though he was back to despising Jensen, his hands on Jared’s body still made him react. And the way he had talked about making him come, as though it were no big deal, made things worse—filled his head with all kinds of images he didn’t want to think about, but seemed helpless to get rid of. His cock was rock-hard and he felt as if he’d been in a state of arousal all day. All he wanted was a minute alone—chaos, thirty seconds would do—to jerk off. But it didn’t look like Jensen was going to give him any privacy at all and he was damned if he’d masturbate with the other man watching. Especially when Jensen would probably guess the cause for his arousal in the first place.
As though reading his mind, Jensen slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, I think you’re clean enough now. Your body anyway—your mind is an entirely different story.”
He stepped out of the unit and grabbed a towel from the metal rod which emerged from the wall as they exited and then handed one to Jared as he stepped out as well.
Jared tried to hold the limp scrap of material in front of his crotch to hide his cock, which stubbornly refused to go down, but Jensen only laughed and shook his head.
“Just hurry up and dry off, Posey. Who cares if you’ve got a hard-on?”
Feeling as if his face were on fire, Jared dried the rest of his body with a few hasty swipes of the towel.
“What do we wear to sleep?” he asked. But he had a sinking feeling that he already knew.
“You’re looking at it.” Jensen indicated their current state of undress with a casual wave of his hand.
“Fuck. I guess I should have known. Let me guess…the reason we’re sleeping naked together is because—”
“Skin-to-skin contact increases the connection between us,” Jensen finished for him.
Then he gave Jared a withering look. “Don’t worry, Posey. I promise not to fuck your tight virgin ass while you’re sleeping.”
“Bastard.” Jared muttered glaring at Jensen, feeling defeated.
Jared hadn't paid that much attention initially to the room arrangements, he'd assumed he'd be bunking somewhere else, maybe there was a postulant barracks somewhere, or they just hadn't fitted the room with another sleeping unit when he'd been assigned. But no. He was to sleep here. In Jensen's cell. With Jensen. To be more precise, in Jensen’s sleeping unit.
Jared hadn't really slept with anyone else since he was 12 and his older brother Jeff told him he was getting too big to sneak into his sleeping unit in the middle of the night when he was scared, or just couldn't sleep--there had been something comforting about his big brother being there next to him, a large, warm body to stave off the cold and the unpredictable night noises rustling around their farm. But that had been more than 14 years ago now.
Admittedly, there'd been a few female unitmates, but there wasn't a whole lot of sleeping going on then. The idea of ever sleeping in the same unit as another man had never entered into Jared's realm of possibility. For one thing, there was Jared's size. At 19 hands high, and a good 13 stone, he hadn't really been good at sharing personal space--not because he couldn't--it just made things awkward for other people. It was difficult to adjust his giant frame to fit, usually other people had to adjust to him.
All of this ran through Jared's mind as he stood and stared at the open hatch of the unit his Pedagogue had just climbed into. That, and the fact that Jensen was naked. As was Jared. No sleepsuits.
Even though Jared had just cleansed with Jensen, and had every part of his body soaped and rinsed by Jensen's thorough hands, he still felt clutches of embarrassment in his gut, and his skin seemed to be stretched too tight now, shrunk by the hot steam and water.
Blood was pounding in his ears as he debated his options: get in the unit and sleep with Jensen pressed close to him; get dressed and go to the chapel and pray for what was sure to be his immortal soul; or sleep on the floor. He was definitely edging towards the latter as the most viable option.
"Get in the unit, Posey. I'm tired and want to sleep." Jensen's voice grumbled out from the open hatch.
"But…I can't..." Jared was unable to properly articulate all the difficulties he was having with the thought of entering into the sleeping unit with his Pedagogue.
Jensen's frustrated sigh was audible, "I managed to allow you to keep your virtue unsullied during the cleanse didn't I? This is no different than that. Just sleep. An everyday part of what people do, it's just you'll be doing it next to me from now on. Now get in the damnable unit, Posey."
Considering the last portion of Jensen's response was undeniably an order, Jared took a deep breath and moved forward to grasp the edge of the unit to pull himself inside. It was a bit larger than the unit he'd slept in before coming to the Chapterhouse, likely due to the fact that it was made for two as opposed to his personal unit's one. The walls were also a soft grey blue instead of the deep green his own had been, not to mention that there was a naked man propped against the back wall clearly peeved with Jared's reticence.
Jensen looked different in the diffuse light of the unit. The minute freckles which dotted every inch of him muted the glow his skin seemed to have in the dimness, while the green of his eyes was even more pronounced. His face looked softer, his lips fuller and redder, and his long lashes cast dark shadows on the curves of his cheeks. For a moment in his study of Jensen, Jared forgot his earlier shyness and uncertainty and stepped full into the unit, letting the hatch click softly closed behind him. There was a single muted thump and they went weightless, Jared inadvertently losing equilibrium and floating through the air to thud into Jensen's chest.
"Easy there, Posey," he could feel Jensen's voice rumble through his chest even as Jensen efficiently turned him around so his back was pressed to Jensen's front. He could feel the small points of Jensen's nipples on the skin of his back, and the rough curls at Jensen's groin pressed to the curve of his ass and the slow thickening of Jensen's cock between the crease. Jared hadn’t realized how sensitive he was to touch until Jensen had started to touch him, what seemed to be, ceaselessly.
"Jen...Master," Jared corrected, "I'm not, I don't, I can't, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."
"Too bad." Jensen's breath ghosted over the shell of Jared's ear.
After the exhausting day he’d had, Jared expected to drop off at once. But there were too many disturbing images in his head and his cock was still on full alert. He wanted so badly to just wrap his hand around it and take care of things; it wouldn’t take long at all and it might help to ease the tension that had been coursing through his body all day. He knew it was impossible though. Not with Jensen’s arms wrapped around him, effectively prohibiting him from making any movement without being noticed.
He floated looking at the sleek sides of the sleeping unit for a long time, feeling the body heat of his new mentor radiating across the back of his body, eventually even feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat which seemed to be a direct counterpoint to his own and wondered how he was going to survive.
Matins seemed to come earlier than dawn itself, even though the sun was moving across the sky well before they had stepped into the chapel and knelt for prayer. His body felt slow and his very bones heavy as lead. As he knelt he thought back on the morning and how it had been spent thus far.
Jared was gently woken by the quiet lull of Jensen’s voice reminding him that Jared had a task of greeting his Master with a kiss, and Jared was still caught somewhere between sleep and waking when Jensen had pressed his mouth over Jared’s and cupped his jaw, letting his thumb stroke over Jared’s cheekbone. That was the only reason, the only explanation he had for why he had pressed back and darted his tongue out to deepen the kiss. The thrill buzzing through him when Jensen’s tongue met his and the ache in his groin when their semi-hard cocks brushed one another was a result of his groggy state. Nothing more.
Jensen hadn’t spoken to him beyond the almost non-conversation in the sleeping unit this morning, and Jared was glad for it. He'd mouthed his way through Terce, mostly begging for guidance on how to work through his warring feelings for his Pedagogue.
It didn't help Jared's state of mind any when Jensen began to sing in perfect diatonic harmony during the doxology. His singing voice was nearly an octave higher than one would have expected based on the mellow baritone of his speaking voice. Jared must have been staring because Jensen suddenly crossed and uncrossed his eyes several times, forcing Jared to stifle a giggle at the unexpected silliness.
Their training session in the simulator had passed fairly uneventfully, Jared becoming more and more accustomed to Jensen's hands on him and he was even feeling as though the sensation of Jensen's full lips pressed against his were somewhat normal. Or at the very least a not entirely foreign sensation.
Instead of their usual routine of heading for their cell after removing their cassocks, Jensen led Jared to an unfamiliar section of the Chapterhouse. It was a hallway no different than any of the others Jared had traversed thus far but, the room that it led to was. It was large and octagonal shaped, with a water fountain in the middle providing a bubbling background to the idle chatter and laughter coming from various inhabitants of the room. It was more lavishly decorated than other sections, the mosaics seeming brighter and the metal filigree seeming more delicate and intricate in the light streaming through the windows. Large, plush pillows were strewn haphazardly about and the postulants and pedagogues lazing on them were strewn just as randomly, some sitting, some standing, and some lying down.
"What is this place?"
"It's the Lounge,” Jensen indicated with a sweeping motion, "rather aptly named, don't you think?"
Jensen stopped near the first group of people fulfilling the purpose of the room and introductions were made all the way around. Jared was relieved to find he only need give cursory hand greetings as no one seemed inclined to move.
Their next round of greetings was with a group that was standing, sipping from carafes of stimulant or possibly rumberry juice. Jensen and Jared were greeted by Richard, Adam and Eric with a simple press of lips to a cheek, basically what seemed to be the oral equivalent of a brisk handshake. But Brock, Aldis and Misha were more enthusiastic with their salutations, planting lingering kisses firmly on first Jensen and then Jared's mouth.
"Oh, he is quite the specimen, Ackles," Misha teased, obviously delighting in Jared's discomfort.
"I'm well aware of his attributes, Collins." Jared might be imagining it, but he thought he heard a hint of good-humor in his normally reserved Pedagogue.
"Jen!" The hail came from Jared's left and he turned to see who was calling out so casually to Jensen. A familiar looking bald-headed man, with wide eyes and a matching grin was headed toward them followed by a man about Jared's size only slightly broader of shoulder and with much darker hair. He vaguely recalled being told about them earlier on the holofield.
The bald man was clearly so because he chose to be, Jared noted when the couple came close enough for Jared to take in more specific details. And his broad smile was infectious, his companion clearly sharing his joy at seeing Jensen and was that a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of Jensen's mouth?
"Hey, Rosey," Jensen said affectionately.
Jared waited for his Master to introduce them, but then the man Jensen had called Rosey was kissing Jensen. This greeting kiss was decidedly different from any of the others.
Rosey's hands were roaming all over Jensen's body, and it was clear Jensen wasn't just a passive player in the events unfolding in front of Jared's eyes. There was clear passion in the kiss; it was a mutual expression of affection between the two. Jared wasn't disgusted, in fact, he was a little bit intrigued by the enthusiasm Jensen was showing on his end. No, he was uncomfortable with the situation for another reason. It was the possessive way Rosey had wrapped himself around Jensen, coupled with the enthusiasm Jensen obviously felt.
"That's enough, Mike," Jensen said finally, pushing the other Pedagogue away. "Padalecki here is already freaked out enough without watching you try to give me a root canal with your tongue."
"But your mouth is so pretty. It was just made to be kissed." Rosey teased while patted Jensen's cheek.
Jensen inclined his head toward the man who had just finished kissing him and said, "Postulant Padalecki, meet Pedagogue Mike Rosenbaum. And this is his postulant Tom Welling."
Tom leaned forward to brush his mouth lightly over Jared's before moving to do the same to Jensen, and then addressed Jared, "Don't mind, Rosey. He's a force of nature; unpredictable and uncontainable." Tom smiled indulgently at his Pedagogue.
Pedagogue Rosenbaum grinned back brashly at his postulant before turning his attention to Jared, "Mmmm, but you have a pretty mouth too," and moved forward clearly intending to maul Jared next.
Jensen stepped neatly between them, cutting off Rosenbaum from his goal. "Heel, Rosey. Give the boy some space. You know how it is for newbies."
Shrugging Rosenbaum moved back, "Sure. Whatever."
Welling nodded in the direction of the exit, "And there they go."
Jared turned to see who he was referring to, and saw Pedagogue Carlson disentangling himself from Chad and fairly stomping out of the Lounge, leaving Chad standing alone looking bewildered and torn, looking from where Jared was standing to the archway his Pedagogue had just stormed through. His shoulders slumped and he made his choice, following Steve out of the Lounge.
"What is it with him?" Jared asked as he watched his friend leave. He turned back to face the three men with him, "Why does he hate..."he struggled with his words, not really wanting to call Jensen 'Master' in front of others, "my Pedagogue?"
Rosenbaum's mouth quirked at the corner as he said, "Have you looked at Ackles lately? He's fucking gorgeous. We all hate him."
Tom laughed at that, which broke the tension and when Welling and Rosenbaum drifted over in the direction of a Pai-gow table, Jensen followed them and Jared followed Jensen.
The hallway to the holo-simulator was just past the one leading into the refectory. Jared sneaked quietly past, almost holding his breath and hoping none of the other Postulants or Pedagogues would be coming or going right then. He didn’t need any more conflict or confrontation today.
If I could just get some time alone maybe I wouldn’t be so on edge all the damn time! It wasn’t the first time the thought had occurred to him but it seemed impossible to make his wish a reality. During the day he was constantly involved in either training, prayer or worship, and every other free moment was spent with Jensen at the refectory or reviewing the day’s practice sessions. After that they cleansed together and they tended to each others aches and pains. This generally consisted of massaging sore muscles and applying healing ointment to small wounds. Jared had protested from the first that he could tend his bruises and stretch out his muscles on his own, but gradually Jared had begun to enjoy the process. It was soothing to have his body so thoroughly massaged and tended to and it was definitely helping him not feel so adverse to Jensen's touch with the added benefit of Jensen seeming less bad tempered during their nightly "mending" sessions. During the twenty to thirty minutes it took he seemed less like the cold, withdrawn mentor who harangued him the rest of the day and more like the understanding man who had held him while he cried on that first day.
But as much as he liked having his body massaged, he literally had no free time to himself. No time to relieve the constant thrum of need that coursed through his body and kept his cock constantly half-hard. And these sessions as well as the daily training sessions with Jensen caressing him intermittently, or wrapping his arms around him and kissing him out of his somna produced enough tension in Jared to warrant jerking off several times a day--if only he’d been able to get more than five minutes alone.
Jared didn't want to think too deeply about why close contact with Jensen was making him so tense and sexually overwrought. He knew having a warm-body--any warm body--pressed against his own was bound to cause a reaction. The problem was, it was a reaction he couldn't do anything about. As aroused as he felt for the better part of his waking hours, there wasn't time do see to it in the lav cubicle, and it was literally impossible for him to do it at night in the sleeping unit with Jensen pressed against him. In all, it had been more than a week--since he'd been home with Sandy's hot mouth wrapped--the pressure beneath his tasset increased reminding him that his current thought process was not helping the situation and he groaned with frustration.
For a moment, he considered trying to find an empty alcove somewhere in the Chapterhouse and taking advantage of the time he had stolen. After all, he was recklessly skipping his daily chores, having begged Chad to cover for him in the scullery. If he were caught he might be in serious trouble. But the reason he was ducking out of chores was to up his ranking. If he mis-spent the precious free time he’d stolen masturbating, he was literally throwing away any advantage he might gain from breaking the rules. Time to stop dicking around and get down to business.
He pushed the door open leading to the holo-simulators and started down the corridor, glancing through the glass at each one to see who else was training. One holo-simulator was particularly dark, the occupants obviously opting for a night recreation. He stopped momentarily to peer into the dim room and his eyes fixed on two figures not far from the entrance.
It was difficult to tell, but he thought it was Rosenbaum, the flippant bald Pedagogue who had rather over-enthusiastically greeted Jared earlier in the week. His training partner was clearly his postulant Welling. Rosenbaum was clearly in the midst of calling his postulant back from a somna, so Jared was not surprised to see them so close to one another. What was surprising was seeing them both stark naked.
Jared blinked as if perhaps his eyes were seeing a mirage, but no, after several blinks and refocusing, they were still nude, and definitely engaged in more than just a simple caress or kiss to combat the effects of somna. Welling was bent over something that supported his weight while Rosenbaum alternated from leaning over him and nuzzling and kissing his neck and back to standing and gripping his hips while he pumped his hips forward and back. Jared could just make out the length of Rosenbaum's cock sliding in and out of his Postulant. Jensen's voice rang in his head, "Some of the other Pedagogues and Postulants have mastered the technique of concentrating through an orgasm." As if to prove Jensen's point, Jared saw a bright burst of light come from the far end of the holo-simulator indicating the occupants had completed a successful kill.
He knew he should back away, should tear his eyes from the sight in front of him and go on to a vacant simulator, but somehow he was rooted to the spot. What if that was Jensen and I? The thought came unbidden to his mind and once there refused to let go. Jared shook his head, as if he could rid himself of the unwanted idea by physically shaking it out, but it was no use--his rebellious brain was already running images fast and furious past his mind's eye.
The sight of the two men in front of him fucking was scintillating, but the idea of having his bowlegged, stoic Pedagogue standing behind him naked, fucking him while they trained nearly caused his brain to short-circuit. Jared felt his cock pulsing painfully against his suit, imagining Jensen whispering in his ear as he moved inside his body. He'd be using that soothing voice, low and raspy, the one he'd used the first night in the shower when I was upset.
The one he uses when we mend one another. Jared was helpless to stop entertaining the fantasy. He could almost hear Jensen whispering in his ear as he held him tight and moved inside him.
Nice and easy, Jared. Just open up for me. Concentrate on the Adamen and let me make you feel good, Posey....
Jared squeezed his hands into fists, digging the ends of his fingernails into his palms, jolting himself back to reality just in time to see Rosenbaum drop to his knees in front of his postulant and take Welling's cock in his mouth.
"Did you come to train, or for a free show? Because I'd say you got two for the price of one, Posey."
Torn between bolting out of shock, or moaning because the voice from his fantasy was finally real, Jared cursed and whipped around to face Jensen.
"Godsdamnit! You scared the shit out of me!" Jared tacked on a hasty, "Master," when green eyes narrowed warningly at him. Running a hand through his hair, he felt the flush of embarrassment add to the already burning flame of his cheeks. To be caught watching...and thinking what he had been thinking....
"Hey, Ackles, Padalecki. Come in for some training?" Turning to see who the voice behind him belonged to gave Jared an up close and personal view of Rosenbaum's nudity.
Although, Rosenbaum had spoken, Welling chimed in, obviously completely unselfconscious about anyone seeing them and drawing conclusions about what they'd been doing.
Welling leaned forward and gave Jensen a quick peck on the cheek and Rosenbaum did the same, Jensen returning their greetings without comment. Jensen looked over at him and Jared steeled himself before leaning forward to briefly brush his lips across Welling and then Rosenbaum's mouth.
"Hey, if you're here for practice, stay away from simulator two," Welling advised. "The atmospheric generator has been spewing methane. They've called engineering, but no one's bothered to put up a sign."
Rosenbaum's eyes roved over Jensen in what Jared could only call a "lurid" gaze before saying, "Don't be a stranger, Ackles. We never see you at the Lounge anymore. Collins is starting to get accustomed to not being broke all the time. Pai-gow's not the same with out you."
Jensen produced another one of his enigmatic smiles and placed a possessive hand on Jared's shoulder, gripping it slightly. "I've just been busy showing my postulant the ropes. Haven't had time."
Welling nodded easily, "Still in the honeymoon stage. You two probably can't get enough of each other right now."
Jared opened his mouth to protest, but Jensen tightened his grip on Jared's shoulder quietly warning him against any brash actions or retorts and answered, "Yeah, that's pretty much it. Tell everyone I said hello." His tone was so bland, Jared didn't see how it could strike anyone as anything but disingenuous, but Rosenbaum and Welling seemed satisfied and moved off in the direction of the exit, laughing and talking.
Once alone, Jensen turned to Jared and said, "You haven't fulfilled your duty."
Before Jared was fully aware of what Jensen was referring to, his full, sensual mouth had descended.
This time Jared welcomed his mouth, he opened to Jensen and let himself return the kiss. He was thrumming with tension and if this was the way it was going to go, Jared was ready for their relationship to change and deepen. He was jealous of the bond Tom and Mike had, he was jealous of the freedom they seemed to exhibit, and he was so very tired of living in a perpetual state of sexual frustration. He needed to relieve himself somehow and if damnable Jensen Ackles was the one to do it, so be it.
"Ah, not so fast, Posey." Jensen pulled away from the kiss with a sardonic smile. "That was a bit more than your duty, I believe."
"Isn't it what you wanted?" Jared was fed up and tired of the games.
"When will you understand?" Jensen motioned Jared closer and slid his index finger along Jared's jaw line. Jared shuddered. "Yes, yes you are getting closer."
"Understand what? More quizzes, more loopholes, more mindfucks? That I understand fine." Jared hissed his words through his teeth.
"This isn't about what I want, nor is it about what any terrestrial soul wants. Our bonding is in the service of Helios, it is about freeing ourselves of our pride, our inhibitions, our doubts, so we can be truer souls. It is not about sex." Jensen slid his hands down Jared's chest, letting them rest just below Jared's belt. His hand was mere inches away from Jared's cock which was once again erect and straining against his suit.
"Not about sex?" Jared struggled to keep his voice even. "There is so much sex, the customs all but ensure there will be sex, the halls reek of the scent."
"Granted, there are certain..." Jensen's handbrushed Jared's cock,"understandable side effects of the partnerships we form. But it is not a requirement, it is however seen as a natural consequence and not discouraged." It was all Jared could do to hold back his groan as he felt the gentle touch through the fabric encasing him.
Incredibly, Jensen then stepped away from Jared and beckoned to him to follow.
"Perform all of your moves perfectly in training today and we will see what might be done to help you with your situation."
Part 4
