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Entry tags:
- au,
- bigbang,
- chapterhouse,
- fic by me,
- j2
The Chapterhouse: Part Four
part three
That was all the motivation Jared needed. Jensen couldn’t just string him along and not expect to follow through. He would show Jensen. He would be the one to turn the tables, and then perhaps, finally, he'd get rid of the raging erection he’d been carrying around for days. His constant state of arousal had become so persistent, it sometimes seemed his dick was all there was in the world. He needed a moment of privacy so he could take care of himself, but Jensen would not even leave him alone for the few seconds it would take to do that. He was a sadist.
Instead of heading to the holofield where they had trained before or a holo-simulator Jensen led him to a dimly lit corridor Jared had not seen before.
"I have something a little bit different planned for you today, Jared." Jensen's smile made Jared uneasy.
Jensen opened one of the doors and motioned Jared inside the small, bare room. The room was completely empty, Jared's belly fluttered a bit with nervousness. Different could possibly be disastrous, he had had enough of different he just wanted to train and get better and get rid of his perpetually hard cock. Ackles was definitely a sadist.
"I am going to share something with you a bit earlier than I had planned. This ritual is usually only shared once the bonding of partners is much stronger. This will deepen that bond, but if you are not committed to the ritual it may introduce a bad energy which could have physical consequences." Jensen shut the door and walked to the center of the room.
"Join me." He then began to strip off his clothing and motioned for Jared to do the same.
Jared started to question, but was swiftly interrupted by Jensen. "Surely you’re not shy, Posey?"
Jared glared at Jensen and stripped off his training clothes. Jensen nodded his approval and then stepped forward so they were face to face. He reached up and placed his arms over Jared's shoulders and then cupped the back of his head. "Match my pose, Jared."
Jared draped his arms over Jensen's shoulders and looked down into his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he waited for Jensen's next instruction. Jensen did not say a word, but pulled Jared's head down so they were forehead to forehead, then he stepped closer to Jared so their torsos were millimeters apart. The intimacy was uncomfortable and he could feel his cock stirring again. He willed himself still.
As though Jensen could hear his thoughts he whispered softly, "This may feel uncomfortable, but I sense you need this. I am going to open my voice to you and project the energy within you. When you feel the sensation, don't fight it, draw from me, absorb the power."
Jared shivered, the combining of power when projecting was the purpose of his years of training, but he had always been taught that drawing power from another was taboo. As if Jensen could read his thoughts he continued "I am doing this willingly, there is beauty and power in the ritual. It is a sacred and rare act that I would like you to experience."
Jared nodded and inhaled again, steeling himself. Slowly he felt a warmth radiate from Jensen's forehead; at first it tingled and then it became more intense, almost a burning sensation. He could feel his knees start to tremble and then shake and at the same time his mind was filled with a cacophony of images and sounds. Bright colors, music, faces all jumbled in a swirling series of confusing information. He stepped forward and dropped his arms, pulling Jensen tight to his body, holding on so he didn’t fall. His mind was filled with power and confusion and an overwhelming longing. Jensen was longing for something, someone.
Jensen stiffened and then exhaled in a whoosh and dropped his arms to return the embrace. Jared could feel the tension start to leave Jensen's body, and then the warm press of Jensen began to slide down his torso.
“What are you doing?” he asked although he already knew the answer.
“Making good on my promise.” Casually, Jensen knelt in front of him on the hard metal floor and Jared could feel Jensen’s hot breath ghosting over the head of his jutting cock.
“Gods, Jensen, you don’t really have to!”
Jensen shook his head. “I told you if you did well, you’d be rewarded. This is your reward..” He took Jared’s hard shaft in one hand and stroked it once from root to tip, making Jared moan despite himself. Gonna come if he does that much more. Oh Gods, I can’t—can’t come like this or he’ll know. Know I don’t mind him touching me…that I want it!
“Look,” he said in desperation as Jensen bent his head. “Don’t you, uh, want me to keep training while you do this? So I can, uh, concentrate on the simulation no matter what’s going on?”
Jensen paused, looking thoughtful with Jared’s cock halfway to his mouth. “Not this first time, Posey,” he said at last. “This first time I want you to watch. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
“Learn what? What can I possibly learn by watching you lick the head of my cock?” Jared demanded.
Jensen gave him a wry grin and shook his head. “Enough talk. Just watch. I’m at your service.” He lowered his head and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the throbbing head of Jared’s shaft, making Jared gasp again. Jensen’s mouth on his aching flesh felt so good, so right he could barely breathe. Mesmerized, he watched as Jensen lapped up the beads of precome that had collected at the slit of his cock with his warm red tongue.
I can’t believe he’s actually doing this! Can’t believe he’s actually licking my cock! Jared thought and yet he couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of Jensen on his knees in front of him. Jensen was swirling his tongue around the head of Jared’s cock in long, slow, leisurely strokes as if he had all day to do this. As if he really didn’t mind it at all. As if he liked it.
“You taste good, Posey,” he said, stopping for a moment to look up at Jared with hooded eyes. “Satisfied I’m as good as my word?” Arching his eyebrow, he asked, “Want me to go on? Do you want to bet I won’t put your entire cock in my mouth and suck it? Want to bet I won’t swallow your come?”
“I…I…” Jared was at a loss for words. The sight of his Pedagogue on his knees before him and the feel of Jensen’s mouth on the head of his cock was almost more than he could stand. Then Jensen’s words sank into his numb brain. “You…you’d let me come in your mouth? But that’s so—”
“Dirty? Wrong? But isn’t that what’s exciting you most about this, Posey?” Jensen locked eyes with Jared as he lapped at another bead of precome which had formed on the head of Jared’s cock. He seemed to enjoy the taste, or at least not mind it, Jared thought, staring into the depths of his Jensen’s eyes. What if their positions were reversed? The unbidden image of himself on his knees in front of Jensen, sucking his partner’s thick cock, rose up behind his eyes and wouldn’t go away again. Gods, what was wrong with him?
Jensen’s mouth closed over him again and Jared stared at his lips, full and pink, looking like this was what they were made for. Jensen slid a finger alongside Jared’s cock, moistening it with precome and spit, then there was a warm hand on his ass, caressing his crevice, inching its way inside before the slick finger slid into his ass. Jared arched at the sensation, pressing forward into Jensen’s face, forcing his cock deeper into Jensen’s sucking mouth.
Pulling off, Jensen looked up at Jared again and said, “Imagine if I was fucking you, Jared. Imagine if this,” and he crooked his finger slightly inside Jared’s body, “was my cock inside you right now.” He pressed hard and deep, brushing something sensitive inside Jared’s body making him stiffen and cry out.
“Helios, what…?”
“That’s your prostate. Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Jensen did it again and Jared jerked in his arms, resisting the urge to come. “If I were inside you, if I had my cock buried deep in your ass and I was fucking you, I’d be rubbing you there over and over again with each stroke.” He demonstrated with his finger as he continued to stroke Jared’s cock with his fist.
“Jen…Master, please…”
“Please what, Posey?” There was a dry teasing laughter in Jensen’s voice now. “Please make you come?”
“Yes, godsdamnit!” Jared said between gritted teeth. He was close, so close he thought he would either die or the top of his head would blow off when he finally came. But with every stroke, Jensen held the base of his cock masterfully, squeezing in such a way as to hold off the orgasm Jared wanted so badly.
“Go on then. I want to hear you say it,” Jensen husked. “Say, ‘Please, make me come’.”
Jared had no dignity or pride left. He knew later he’d probably be angry, but for right now he was so sexually on edge, he couldn’t think of anything else. Even though he knew he shouldn’t react, he couldn’t help himself. He found he was pumping into Jensen’s hand with abandon, and grinding against the finger buried deep inside him, giving himself completely. “Please,” he gasped. “Please, Master. Please make me come!”
“Come then,” Jensen commanded. And with a last firm stroke, he pressed the sensitive place deep in Jared’s body again and pushed him over the edge.
Jared heard himself moaning as the long-awaited orgasm finally overcame him. He felt himself letting go, fountaining over his partner’s closed fist helplessly as he came like he had never come before. The sensation was so intense that for a moment the world went gray and he saw stars dance in front of his vision.
Jensen straightened up and withdrew his finger from Jared’s body at the same time he released his cock. “I want you to remember this afternoon,” he grated in Jared’s ear. “All the things we can share together, but don’t. All the pleasure I can give you but you resist.”
Jared was still panting, trying to catch his breath. He’d never had such an intense sexual experience in his life and his knees were literally weak in the aftermath. He never knew what to expect from the older man who was his Pedagogue. One moment Jensen could be quiet and sensual—willing to go to his knees in front of Jared and take his cock into his mouth. And the next, he was hard and forceful, holding Jared in place and finger-fucking him mercilessly while he stroked him to orgasm. What could possibly be next?
Jensen must have seen the uncertainty on Jared’s face because his own features softened until there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Come on, Padalecki,” he murmured, handing Jared his suit. “You’re all worn out. Let’s go get some sleep.”
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As the weeks passed, Jensen was pleased by Jared and the progress they had made as partners. Jared grew comfortable with Jensen's touch and lost his inhibitions in their training sessions. Jared was truly beginning to blossom as a knight. He was able to direct his sexual energy into his gift of the Arm and use that power in conjunction with Jensen's. He was becoming more formidable on the battlefield as well. Instead of losing their sparring matches, they were winning more and more of them. They were no longer a laughing stock, but a formidable pair who would likely place well in the rankings at the end of the cycle.
But Jensen knew there were still blocks in their path to a true and lasting bond. There were things they didn't share and they needed to. There were the sex acts--limited to Jensen coaxing, tricking or taunting Jared into letting Jensen give him relief, but Jared never made any matching overtures outright. There were the few times where Jensen had succumbed to somna and been brought back by Jared’s hard shaft rutting into the groove of his thigh, huge hands and strong arms pinning them together as Jared tasted and explored his mouth. In those situations, Jensen may have been less than honest about how long it took him to come around, but who could blame him?
But there was more to a true bond than just the sex. There were also the deeper things, the personal stories, sharing of emotions and histories to truly make them close. Jared would occasionally display glimpses of what Jensen felt was the real Jared: a joyous, bombastic, teasing boy in a man’s body; but then that person would slip away again once the rumberry wore off, or the exhaustion overtook him. Jensen was only human, and as such could only tackle one issue at a time, and the pulsing want coursing through him with no respite demanded the most attention right now.
It had been a particularly grueling day of training, non-stop holding patterns and endurance trials, and it was well past Vespers by the time they returned to their cell. Jared collided solidly with Jensen’s back as he stopped palm open the cell door. He closed his eyes enjoying the brief moment of heat Jared’s chest flashed along his body, before he moved back, apologizing for his clumsiness. Jensen waved it off, and began shucking his training gear the moment the door shut.
Jared really was becoming more comfortable with the routine of the House and with the openness between the two of them. Jensen watched as Jared slid his tight fitting training suit down long limbs, palms caressing ridges and planes of muscle in a smooth slide of skin on skin. Jensen's groin tightened with want, and he decided enough was enough.
“Do you know what today is?” Jensen asked, eyes still glued to Jared's naked form as he spoke.
“No. What?” Jared didn't turn, he just stretched lazily, long arms lengthening over his head and then dropping down to his side. “Well, what?” he asked again as he turned to face Jensen.
Jensen gave him a humorless grin. “It’s our three-week anniversary. Do you know what that means?”
In the past, Jared probably would have protested his use of the relationship word “anniversary” but now he just frowned at Jensen. “No, should I? Is it some kind of special time period at the House?”
Chuckling at the kid's gullibility, Jensen said, "Yes. Yes it is. Today is the day you show your gratitude to me for putting up with your sorry ass and not killing you before now."
Blinking, Jared cocked his head like a dog trying to figure out a new noise and just stood there. Warmth suffused Jensen's body as he crossed the floor, sliding into Jared's space, close enough to smell the tang of his sweat, feel the huff of his breath, see the hairs on his skin rising in the cool dry air of their cell.
As well as he thought he knew his postulant, Jared surprised him with what he did next, raising his hand to cup Jensen's jaw and gaze intently at him, asking, "And what do I do to show you my gratitude, Master?"
Jensen controlled the shiver running down his spine from the way the honorific rolled off of Jared's tongue. Perhaps this was going to be more interesting than he had imagined. Jensen’s voice was thick with desire as he answered, “I’m sure you can think of something…appropriate, Padalecki.”
“You're right, Master…Jensen.” He said his partner’s name almost shyly, feeling it in his mouth for the first time. “I owe you. I never…I never give back to you. Take care of you the way you take care of me.”
“Think you have it in you, Posey?” Jensen challenged, then he lowered his voice, speaking urgently. “I want you to. But I don't want to pressure you. Unless you want to.” Jensen didn't know why he was suddenly hesitant, this had been the goal after all, but it was beginning to dawn on him that this was something he didn't want to goad or force. He wanted Jared to give it willingly.
“But I do. I want to,” Jared said. He looked as surprised to say the words as Jensen felt hearing them. He pressed closer to Jensen, locking their gazes. “Can you honestly say you don’t want me to? That you haven’t imagined what it would be like if I took you in my mouth? If I sucked you off?” Jensen restrained a moan as Jared's free hand slid down his back to cup his ass and pulled their burgeoning erections together. “ I do want to—I’ve wanted to for a long time now. I just…didn’t know how to work up to it. Now I do.” He sank to his knees in front of Jensen, still holding his gaze.
"I want to show you how I feel," Then Jared dropped his eyes, as Jensen watched a blush suffuse his face with heat.
“Jared.” Jensen’s fingers under his chin forced him to look up. Jensen was afraid of what he would see in those flickering hazel eyes, but to his surprise Jared was looking at him with a warmth he had never seen before. He didn’t say anything else but he stroked Jared’s cheek gently, a trying to convey in that one gesture a myriad of emotions.
“I’m at your service,” Jared breathed, stroking the long, thick shaft in his hand and drawing an involuntary groan from Jensen. “Finally at your service, Jensen.” Then he bent his head and lapped experimentally at the glistening beads of precome that had collected on slit of Jensen’s glans.
Jensen moaned again and ran one hand through Jared's unruly locks, gently urging him on. The tentative exploration Jared was giving his shaft nearly caused him to spill right there, nothing but large warm hands touching the head of his cock, the pulsing vein running the length of him, the gentle weighing of his balls in Jared's hand. After weeks of self-denial, Jensen was going to lose it before Jared even...
And then his cockhead was enclosed in slick heat. Jared’s mouth was sloppy, wet and softly hesitant. All of which only served to make Jensen’s blood boil with desire, knowing Jared had never done this with anyone else. That Jensen was his first. He hissed and repressed the compelling urge to slam forward, seek more of that moist sucking depth. His vision blurred with lust, as he took in the sight of Jared on his knees, submissive to his need, to his desire. And it was clear Jensen was not alone in his desire, he could see the swollen head of Jared's cock red and shining with the evidence of his own desire, when Jared pulled off briefly before taking Jensen back in, cheeks bowed, lips stretched.
"Gods, Jared. So fucking hot." Jensen could barely choke out the words, his throat thick with a hard knot of want. Jared's eyes latched onto his again and Jensen ran a thumb just below it, savoring the firm feel of bone below flesh before placing both hands on either side of Jared's head. He couldn't stop it now, he knew he should be gentle, be easy, but the way Jared was looking at him, sucking on him, he couldn't help it; he was reacting, pushing his cock deep into Jared’s mouth, fucking into him with both thumbs sliding across cheekbones, moaning, begging for Jared to take him all the way.
An imperceptible nod and widening of the eyes was what he got in response, and a guttural growl escaped Jensen as he thrust deep into Jared's sucking mouth, his hips whipping back and forth of their own accord. There was nothing. Nothing but this, Jared on his knees after weeks of touching him, wanting him, growing to need him, and now he was here eagerly taking Jensen's cock like it was all he ever wanted.
“Oh, Jared...Helios…I’m going to come!” Yelling hoarsely, Jensen threw his head back as his body went taut, every sensation focused in his prick, and tried to pull Jared off, away, be gentle with at least this, but Jared's huge hands were suddenly on his hips, holding him firm, mouth sucking pulse after pulse of come down his throat. Jensen barely registered Jared's own muffled groan as he let loose his own orgasm, spurting high onto Jensen's thigh.
When he’d think back on this moment, and he would—often, he’d realize this was the moment something in his defenses began to give. It wasn’t just that Jared was losing his inhibitions about his physical body and space, not just that Jared had so gracefully dropped to his knees and nearly worshipped Jensen’s cock—it was the trust implied there. That Jared knew by doing this for Jensen, there would be more, and he was willing to give it. And more than anything else, Jensen wanted to give it in return. Their partnership was finally on its way to becoming a bond. They had both crossed a bridge and neither could return from the path they’d begun.
As their time together passed, Jensen acknowledged he wasn’t as comfortable with Jared as he’d been with Christian. In truth, he didn’t know if he ever could be. In fact, Jared still challenged his authority as much as ever, but his initial resistance to their shared physicality had diminished. It did please him that it was not unusual for Jared to be the one to initiate the healing touch at the end of each training day and it was also not unusual for him to feel Jared's hand snake around his body and cup his cock when they had entered the sleeping unit. Sometimes they’d give each other relief in the shower, sometimes their kisses of greeting and departure lasted longer than was strictly necessary, but Jensen knew Jared was not the type to fall in love with him, and that was good. Jensen was careful enough now, he wouldn’t lose his heart to Jared either, but their bond was becoming stronger and they were rising in the rankings and slowly evolving into a true Bevian pair.
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The scullery wasn’t as dreary a place as one would imagine. It's filled with shining cleansing tools, cutlery, and food preparation implements. Everything gleams, but Jared knows all too well the reason for its bright and sparkling appearance is due to long hours of scrubbing, buffing and sanitizing. He knows every surface, crevice and object in the scullery with a familiarity only comes with repeated handling. It's also the one place he can find some peace with his thoughts, mindlessly cleansing a piece of cutlery or sterilizing a countertop. He often reflects on his trainings, or even thinks about what Jeff or Megan or his parents are doing. Megan is likely in Parochial getting taken to task for chewing clove, passing notes or drifting off in class. Out of everyone. He misses her the most. He misses being looked up to and being loved unconditionally. He's always worrying about doing something wrong here, about displeasing Jensen, or falling in the rankings. Things would be so much easier if he could just understand Jensen. Know what made him tick, find out why he kept his emotions so tightly walled away.
"Hey Jare!" Chad practically bounced into his visual field, a giant bundle of barely contained energy, Jared was used to Chad's sudden and ostentatious appearances.
"Hi Chad," He leaned over and gave Chad a perfunctory swipe of his lips on his cheeks.
Chad of course, grabbed Jared's head in his hands and very nearly succeeded in suffocating Jared with an over-enthusiastic tongue before pulling away with a ear-splitting grin.
Sighing, Jared looked at Chad affectionately, "Nothing ever half-way with you, is it man?"
"Nah, what's the point in doing it, if you can't over-do it?" he smirked, grabbing a dirty tray and placing it on the conveyor belt.
Jared had been thinking about broaching the subject with Chad for awhile, and decided there was no time like the present. "Chad, do you know what the deal is with Steve and Jensen? Why they're so..." he let it hang, trusting Chad knew what he meant.
"The most I know is Steve and Christian arrived at the Chapterhouse together," Chad shrugged, "and that Jensen had something to do with Christian's death, him being his Postulant and all."
Jared felt like a grimy window had been wiped clean. Apparently, Steve blamed Jensen for Christian’s death. Things clicked into place regarding the palpable animosity between the two Pedagogues.
Chad continued, "Funny thing is, I get the feeling Jensen and Steve used to be pretty tight, at least that's the sense I get from some of the Pedagogues who were here when Christian was still around."
"Huh," Jared didn't really trust himself to say more. Things were beginning to click into place, and he knew Chad too well to be able to have a frank and open discussion with him—unless he wanted to have that frank and open discussion with everyone.
Looking over at where Jared was stacking the cleansed trays, Chad said, "I know you don't much care for Steve. But that's probably because you've only ever heard what your Pedagogue tells you. He's actually a really good man. A great knight. And the only Pedagogue who hasn't given up on me yet...outside of Preceptor Morgan anyway."
Running an appraising eye over his friend, Jared said, "He's definitely got you on a short leash, by the looks of things. I don't think I've ever seen you be so quick to comply with anyone the way you do with him."
A heated blush swept across Chad's cheeks, "Yeah, well," he stared at the wall in front of him for a few moments before turning back to Jared and saying cheekily, "when someone fucks you as good as he does, you'll do just about anything."
Blinking, Jared stared at Chad open-mouthed. Then Chad threw his head back and roared with laughter, "Oh man, your face! You should see your face!"
Shaking his head, Jared tried to look nonchalant, "Do you do that with your Pedagogue?"
Exhaling a few times to calm himself, Chad was non-plussed, "Sure, don't you?"
"No."
"Can't say it surprises me. It took me awhile too." He gestured vaguely, "But you get used to the ways of the Chapter after awhile and it doesn't seem so out of the realm of possibility that it once did." Chad shot Jared a vaguely smarmy grin, "And soon, very soon, you even like it. A lot."
Suddenly uncomfortable with the turn their conversation had taken, Jared looked away from Chad’s gaze, "But he doesn't seem very..." he searched for the right word, "compassionate. I mean, he's always so distant with everyone, and he's so intense on the holofield..." Jared trailed off before looking back up at Chad.
"Well, I could say the same about your Pedagogue. He's not exactly Mr. Swing-from-the-chandelier, you know."
"No, there’s no room for anyone else when you’re up there all the damn time." Jared teased.
Grinning, Chad placed the last of the None trays on the conveyor belt and cleansed his hands. "Alright, let's go get a rumberry my repressed friend, and see if we can't have a little fun without our straight-laced Pedagogues." Slinging an arm around Jared's much higher shoulders he gracelessly pulled Jared to the exit.
Jared smiled, at ease for the first time in a long time, and allowed himself to be pulled along by Chad, just like the old days.
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Jared spent the rest of the afternoon with Chad, and was pleased to find it not only relaxing, but a mood lifter. Most of the time lately, he felt pent-up, frustrated and bone-tired--and confused for any remaining moments that were left over. Jared didn’t like to have time apart from training, as it gave him too much time to dwell on things which seemed out of his hands. Too many questions and warring emotions coursed through him: how to reconcile his preconception of the Chapterhouse with its reality, how to work his way up in the rankings, how to justify what he felt for Jensen with what he owed to Sandy.
On his way back to the cell from his time in the lounge with Chad, he was unexpectedly cut off by Pedagogue Carlson who steered him into an out of the way alcove.
“Listen boy, I think you should know the truth about your Pedagogue.” Carlson’s blue eyes were narrowed and his body unyielding. Jared could feel the hatred and anger radiating from Pedagogue Carlson even though nothing of substance had passed between them.
After scanning his face, Jared tried for neutrality, “Somehow, I get the feeling you’re less than objective on the subject. So I’ll pass.” Even though his curiosity was peaked, knowing someone finally might have something to say on the enigma that was Jensen Ackles.
“Don't underestimate me, boy. I'll make you sorry you were born.”
Blue eyes locked with his in the next moment, and Jared shivered. He saw an oncoming rage in those stormy depths. Anyone caught in the path of that rage would not come out unscathed.
Still, Jared’s blood was coursing with enough repressed emotion of his own, and this was beginning to seem just the opportunity he needed to get some release. He was feeling rebellious, wanting to subvert Ackles’ constant rein over him in some way, and this was better than nothing. Plus, he figured Carlson probably had it coming.
Using his height advantage, Jared leaned forward slightly and quickly and solidly connected his forehead with the angry Pedagogue’s, then stepped back waiting.
After a brief wobble on his feet and a flash of surprise, Carlson’s fist flew hard and fast. Jared’s quick reflexes allowed him to drop beneath the punch, then use Carlson’s loss of balance from the lack of impact to fire back.
Clearly, Carlson expected the fight to go his way. One series of punches, with one or two making contact, and Jared would fall away tail between his legs like a good postulant should.
So when Jared flew into him, his punches strong and accurate, Steve fumbled backwards.
Jared couldn’t help but relish the look of shock on the Pedagogue’s face when he pulled his fingers away from a bloody lip. He looked down at the blood on his fingertips and his eyes narrowed sharply, reassessing the situation. "Looks like I should stop holding back then.”
Jared glared. "I guess you should."
Steve came at Jared forcefully, with an array of kicks and punches which had Jared blocking and backpedaling, with a few making solid connections sending bursts of pain through his body. Maybe he had gotten more than he bargained for.
Nonetheless, when Jared saw his opening, he struck back, landing a good series of hits to kidney and jaw which made Steve stumble to the ground.
Steve was down, hopefully for awhile, but maybe not out.
There was no time to bask in his accomplishment. Because for as weary the Pedagogue looked, Jared knew he was a bit worse for wear. His right eye had already begun to swell and his nose throbbed suspiciously, not to mention the deep ache throbbing through his entire body. This was a fight he needed to end—and soon.
But he wasn’t given the chance to end it with blows, for as he moved to attack one last time, there was a strong arm wrapping around his torso, restraining him from any forward movement.
"Postulant Padalecki!" Jensen's voice had a steel edge to it which stilled Jared almost instantly. "That's enough!" And then Jensen was pulling him away from the alcove and fairly shoving him the entire way back to their cell.
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Part 5
That was all the motivation Jared needed. Jensen couldn’t just string him along and not expect to follow through. He would show Jensen. He would be the one to turn the tables, and then perhaps, finally, he'd get rid of the raging erection he’d been carrying around for days. His constant state of arousal had become so persistent, it sometimes seemed his dick was all there was in the world. He needed a moment of privacy so he could take care of himself, but Jensen would not even leave him alone for the few seconds it would take to do that. He was a sadist.
Instead of heading to the holofield where they had trained before or a holo-simulator Jensen led him to a dimly lit corridor Jared had not seen before.
"I have something a little bit different planned for you today, Jared." Jensen's smile made Jared uneasy.
Jensen opened one of the doors and motioned Jared inside the small, bare room. The room was completely empty, Jared's belly fluttered a bit with nervousness. Different could possibly be disastrous, he had had enough of different he just wanted to train and get better and get rid of his perpetually hard cock. Ackles was definitely a sadist.
"I am going to share something with you a bit earlier than I had planned. This ritual is usually only shared once the bonding of partners is much stronger. This will deepen that bond, but if you are not committed to the ritual it may introduce a bad energy which could have physical consequences." Jensen shut the door and walked to the center of the room.
"Join me." He then began to strip off his clothing and motioned for Jared to do the same.
Jared started to question, but was swiftly interrupted by Jensen. "Surely you’re not shy, Posey?"
Jared glared at Jensen and stripped off his training clothes. Jensen nodded his approval and then stepped forward so they were face to face. He reached up and placed his arms over Jared's shoulders and then cupped the back of his head. "Match my pose, Jared."
Jared draped his arms over Jensen's shoulders and looked down into his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he waited for Jensen's next instruction. Jensen did not say a word, but pulled Jared's head down so they were forehead to forehead, then he stepped closer to Jared so their torsos were millimeters apart. The intimacy was uncomfortable and he could feel his cock stirring again. He willed himself still.
As though Jensen could hear his thoughts he whispered softly, "This may feel uncomfortable, but I sense you need this. I am going to open my voice to you and project the energy within you. When you feel the sensation, don't fight it, draw from me, absorb the power."
Jared shivered, the combining of power when projecting was the purpose of his years of training, but he had always been taught that drawing power from another was taboo. As if Jensen could read his thoughts he continued "I am doing this willingly, there is beauty and power in the ritual. It is a sacred and rare act that I would like you to experience."
Jared nodded and inhaled again, steeling himself. Slowly he felt a warmth radiate from Jensen's forehead; at first it tingled and then it became more intense, almost a burning sensation. He could feel his knees start to tremble and then shake and at the same time his mind was filled with a cacophony of images and sounds. Bright colors, music, faces all jumbled in a swirling series of confusing information. He stepped forward and dropped his arms, pulling Jensen tight to his body, holding on so he didn’t fall. His mind was filled with power and confusion and an overwhelming longing. Jensen was longing for something, someone.
Jensen stiffened and then exhaled in a whoosh and dropped his arms to return the embrace. Jared could feel the tension start to leave Jensen's body, and then the warm press of Jensen began to slide down his torso.
“What are you doing?” he asked although he already knew the answer.
“Making good on my promise.” Casually, Jensen knelt in front of him on the hard metal floor and Jared could feel Jensen’s hot breath ghosting over the head of his jutting cock.
“Gods, Jensen, you don’t really have to!”
Jensen shook his head. “I told you if you did well, you’d be rewarded. This is your reward..” He took Jared’s hard shaft in one hand and stroked it once from root to tip, making Jared moan despite himself. Gonna come if he does that much more. Oh Gods, I can’t—can’t come like this or he’ll know. Know I don’t mind him touching me…that I want it!
“Look,” he said in desperation as Jensen bent his head. “Don’t you, uh, want me to keep training while you do this? So I can, uh, concentrate on the simulation no matter what’s going on?”
Jensen paused, looking thoughtful with Jared’s cock halfway to his mouth. “Not this first time, Posey,” he said at last. “This first time I want you to watch. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
“Learn what? What can I possibly learn by watching you lick the head of my cock?” Jared demanded.
Jensen gave him a wry grin and shook his head. “Enough talk. Just watch. I’m at your service.” He lowered his head and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the throbbing head of Jared’s shaft, making Jared gasp again. Jensen’s mouth on his aching flesh felt so good, so right he could barely breathe. Mesmerized, he watched as Jensen lapped up the beads of precome that had collected at the slit of his cock with his warm red tongue.
I can’t believe he’s actually doing this! Can’t believe he’s actually licking my cock! Jared thought and yet he couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of Jensen on his knees in front of him. Jensen was swirling his tongue around the head of Jared’s cock in long, slow, leisurely strokes as if he had all day to do this. As if he really didn’t mind it at all. As if he liked it.
“You taste good, Posey,” he said, stopping for a moment to look up at Jared with hooded eyes. “Satisfied I’m as good as my word?” Arching his eyebrow, he asked, “Want me to go on? Do you want to bet I won’t put your entire cock in my mouth and suck it? Want to bet I won’t swallow your come?”
“I…I…” Jared was at a loss for words. The sight of his Pedagogue on his knees before him and the feel of Jensen’s mouth on the head of his cock was almost more than he could stand. Then Jensen’s words sank into his numb brain. “You…you’d let me come in your mouth? But that’s so—”
“Dirty? Wrong? But isn’t that what’s exciting you most about this, Posey?” Jensen locked eyes with Jared as he lapped at another bead of precome which had formed on the head of Jared’s cock. He seemed to enjoy the taste, or at least not mind it, Jared thought, staring into the depths of his Jensen’s eyes. What if their positions were reversed? The unbidden image of himself on his knees in front of Jensen, sucking his partner’s thick cock, rose up behind his eyes and wouldn’t go away again. Gods, what was wrong with him?
Jensen’s mouth closed over him again and Jared stared at his lips, full and pink, looking like this was what they were made for. Jensen slid a finger alongside Jared’s cock, moistening it with precome and spit, then there was a warm hand on his ass, caressing his crevice, inching its way inside before the slick finger slid into his ass. Jared arched at the sensation, pressing forward into Jensen’s face, forcing his cock deeper into Jensen’s sucking mouth.
Pulling off, Jensen looked up at Jared again and said, “Imagine if I was fucking you, Jared. Imagine if this,” and he crooked his finger slightly inside Jared’s body, “was my cock inside you right now.” He pressed hard and deep, brushing something sensitive inside Jared’s body making him stiffen and cry out.
“Helios, what…?”
“That’s your prostate. Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Jensen did it again and Jared jerked in his arms, resisting the urge to come. “If I were inside you, if I had my cock buried deep in your ass and I was fucking you, I’d be rubbing you there over and over again with each stroke.” He demonstrated with his finger as he continued to stroke Jared’s cock with his fist.
“Jen…Master, please…”
“Please what, Posey?” There was a dry teasing laughter in Jensen’s voice now. “Please make you come?”
“Yes, godsdamnit!” Jared said between gritted teeth. He was close, so close he thought he would either die or the top of his head would blow off when he finally came. But with every stroke, Jensen held the base of his cock masterfully, squeezing in such a way as to hold off the orgasm Jared wanted so badly.
“Go on then. I want to hear you say it,” Jensen husked. “Say, ‘Please, make me come’.”
Jared had no dignity or pride left. He knew later he’d probably be angry, but for right now he was so sexually on edge, he couldn’t think of anything else. Even though he knew he shouldn’t react, he couldn’t help himself. He found he was pumping into Jensen’s hand with abandon, and grinding against the finger buried deep inside him, giving himself completely. “Please,” he gasped. “Please, Master. Please make me come!”
“Come then,” Jensen commanded. And with a last firm stroke, he pressed the sensitive place deep in Jared’s body again and pushed him over the edge.
Jared heard himself moaning as the long-awaited orgasm finally overcame him. He felt himself letting go, fountaining over his partner’s closed fist helplessly as he came like he had never come before. The sensation was so intense that for a moment the world went gray and he saw stars dance in front of his vision.
Jensen straightened up and withdrew his finger from Jared’s body at the same time he released his cock. “I want you to remember this afternoon,” he grated in Jared’s ear. “All the things we can share together, but don’t. All the pleasure I can give you but you resist.”
Jared was still panting, trying to catch his breath. He’d never had such an intense sexual experience in his life and his knees were literally weak in the aftermath. He never knew what to expect from the older man who was his Pedagogue. One moment Jensen could be quiet and sensual—willing to go to his knees in front of Jared and take his cock into his mouth. And the next, he was hard and forceful, holding Jared in place and finger-fucking him mercilessly while he stroked him to orgasm. What could possibly be next?
Jensen must have seen the uncertainty on Jared’s face because his own features softened until there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Come on, Padalecki,” he murmured, handing Jared his suit. “You’re all worn out. Let’s go get some sleep.”
As the weeks passed, Jensen was pleased by Jared and the progress they had made as partners. Jared grew comfortable with Jensen's touch and lost his inhibitions in their training sessions. Jared was truly beginning to blossom as a knight. He was able to direct his sexual energy into his gift of the Arm and use that power in conjunction with Jensen's. He was becoming more formidable on the battlefield as well. Instead of losing their sparring matches, they were winning more and more of them. They were no longer a laughing stock, but a formidable pair who would likely place well in the rankings at the end of the cycle.
But Jensen knew there were still blocks in their path to a true and lasting bond. There were things they didn't share and they needed to. There were the sex acts--limited to Jensen coaxing, tricking or taunting Jared into letting Jensen give him relief, but Jared never made any matching overtures outright. There were the few times where Jensen had succumbed to somna and been brought back by Jared’s hard shaft rutting into the groove of his thigh, huge hands and strong arms pinning them together as Jared tasted and explored his mouth. In those situations, Jensen may have been less than honest about how long it took him to come around, but who could blame him?
But there was more to a true bond than just the sex. There were also the deeper things, the personal stories, sharing of emotions and histories to truly make them close. Jared would occasionally display glimpses of what Jensen felt was the real Jared: a joyous, bombastic, teasing boy in a man’s body; but then that person would slip away again once the rumberry wore off, or the exhaustion overtook him. Jensen was only human, and as such could only tackle one issue at a time, and the pulsing want coursing through him with no respite demanded the most attention right now.
It had been a particularly grueling day of training, non-stop holding patterns and endurance trials, and it was well past Vespers by the time they returned to their cell. Jared collided solidly with Jensen’s back as he stopped palm open the cell door. He closed his eyes enjoying the brief moment of heat Jared’s chest flashed along his body, before he moved back, apologizing for his clumsiness. Jensen waved it off, and began shucking his training gear the moment the door shut.
Jared really was becoming more comfortable with the routine of the House and with the openness between the two of them. Jensen watched as Jared slid his tight fitting training suit down long limbs, palms caressing ridges and planes of muscle in a smooth slide of skin on skin. Jensen's groin tightened with want, and he decided enough was enough.
“Do you know what today is?” Jensen asked, eyes still glued to Jared's naked form as he spoke.
“No. What?” Jared didn't turn, he just stretched lazily, long arms lengthening over his head and then dropping down to his side. “Well, what?” he asked again as he turned to face Jensen.
Jensen gave him a humorless grin. “It’s our three-week anniversary. Do you know what that means?”
In the past, Jared probably would have protested his use of the relationship word “anniversary” but now he just frowned at Jensen. “No, should I? Is it some kind of special time period at the House?”
Chuckling at the kid's gullibility, Jensen said, "Yes. Yes it is. Today is the day you show your gratitude to me for putting up with your sorry ass and not killing you before now."
Blinking, Jared cocked his head like a dog trying to figure out a new noise and just stood there. Warmth suffused Jensen's body as he crossed the floor, sliding into Jared's space, close enough to smell the tang of his sweat, feel the huff of his breath, see the hairs on his skin rising in the cool dry air of their cell.
As well as he thought he knew his postulant, Jared surprised him with what he did next, raising his hand to cup Jensen's jaw and gaze intently at him, asking, "And what do I do to show you my gratitude, Master?"
Jensen controlled the shiver running down his spine from the way the honorific rolled off of Jared's tongue. Perhaps this was going to be more interesting than he had imagined. Jensen’s voice was thick with desire as he answered, “I’m sure you can think of something…appropriate, Padalecki.”
“You're right, Master…Jensen.” He said his partner’s name almost shyly, feeling it in his mouth for the first time. “I owe you. I never…I never give back to you. Take care of you the way you take care of me.”
“Think you have it in you, Posey?” Jensen challenged, then he lowered his voice, speaking urgently. “I want you to. But I don't want to pressure you. Unless you want to.” Jensen didn't know why he was suddenly hesitant, this had been the goal after all, but it was beginning to dawn on him that this was something he didn't want to goad or force. He wanted Jared to give it willingly.
“But I do. I want to,” Jared said. He looked as surprised to say the words as Jensen felt hearing them. He pressed closer to Jensen, locking their gazes. “Can you honestly say you don’t want me to? That you haven’t imagined what it would be like if I took you in my mouth? If I sucked you off?” Jensen restrained a moan as Jared's free hand slid down his back to cup his ass and pulled their burgeoning erections together. “ I do want to—I’ve wanted to for a long time now. I just…didn’t know how to work up to it. Now I do.” He sank to his knees in front of Jensen, still holding his gaze.
"I want to show you how I feel," Then Jared dropped his eyes, as Jensen watched a blush suffuse his face with heat.
“Jared.” Jensen’s fingers under his chin forced him to look up. Jensen was afraid of what he would see in those flickering hazel eyes, but to his surprise Jared was looking at him with a warmth he had never seen before. He didn’t say anything else but he stroked Jared’s cheek gently, a trying to convey in that one gesture a myriad of emotions.
“I’m at your service,” Jared breathed, stroking the long, thick shaft in his hand and drawing an involuntary groan from Jensen. “Finally at your service, Jensen.” Then he bent his head and lapped experimentally at the glistening beads of precome that had collected on slit of Jensen’s glans.
Jensen moaned again and ran one hand through Jared's unruly locks, gently urging him on. The tentative exploration Jared was giving his shaft nearly caused him to spill right there, nothing but large warm hands touching the head of his cock, the pulsing vein running the length of him, the gentle weighing of his balls in Jared's hand. After weeks of self-denial, Jensen was going to lose it before Jared even...
And then his cockhead was enclosed in slick heat. Jared’s mouth was sloppy, wet and softly hesitant. All of which only served to make Jensen’s blood boil with desire, knowing Jared had never done this with anyone else. That Jensen was his first. He hissed and repressed the compelling urge to slam forward, seek more of that moist sucking depth. His vision blurred with lust, as he took in the sight of Jared on his knees, submissive to his need, to his desire. And it was clear Jensen was not alone in his desire, he could see the swollen head of Jared's cock red and shining with the evidence of his own desire, when Jared pulled off briefly before taking Jensen back in, cheeks bowed, lips stretched.
"Gods, Jared. So fucking hot." Jensen could barely choke out the words, his throat thick with a hard knot of want. Jared's eyes latched onto his again and Jensen ran a thumb just below it, savoring the firm feel of bone below flesh before placing both hands on either side of Jared's head. He couldn't stop it now, he knew he should be gentle, be easy, but the way Jared was looking at him, sucking on him, he couldn't help it; he was reacting, pushing his cock deep into Jared’s mouth, fucking into him with both thumbs sliding across cheekbones, moaning, begging for Jared to take him all the way.
An imperceptible nod and widening of the eyes was what he got in response, and a guttural growl escaped Jensen as he thrust deep into Jared's sucking mouth, his hips whipping back and forth of their own accord. There was nothing. Nothing but this, Jared on his knees after weeks of touching him, wanting him, growing to need him, and now he was here eagerly taking Jensen's cock like it was all he ever wanted.
“Oh, Jared...Helios…I’m going to come!” Yelling hoarsely, Jensen threw his head back as his body went taut, every sensation focused in his prick, and tried to pull Jared off, away, be gentle with at least this, but Jared's huge hands were suddenly on his hips, holding him firm, mouth sucking pulse after pulse of come down his throat. Jensen barely registered Jared's own muffled groan as he let loose his own orgasm, spurting high onto Jensen's thigh.
When he’d think back on this moment, and he would—often, he’d realize this was the moment something in his defenses began to give. It wasn’t just that Jared was losing his inhibitions about his physical body and space, not just that Jared had so gracefully dropped to his knees and nearly worshipped Jensen’s cock—it was the trust implied there. That Jared knew by doing this for Jensen, there would be more, and he was willing to give it. And more than anything else, Jensen wanted to give it in return. Their partnership was finally on its way to becoming a bond. They had both crossed a bridge and neither could return from the path they’d begun.
As their time together passed, Jensen acknowledged he wasn’t as comfortable with Jared as he’d been with Christian. In truth, he didn’t know if he ever could be. In fact, Jared still challenged his authority as much as ever, but his initial resistance to their shared physicality had diminished. It did please him that it was not unusual for Jared to be the one to initiate the healing touch at the end of each training day and it was also not unusual for him to feel Jared's hand snake around his body and cup his cock when they had entered the sleeping unit. Sometimes they’d give each other relief in the shower, sometimes their kisses of greeting and departure lasted longer than was strictly necessary, but Jensen knew Jared was not the type to fall in love with him, and that was good. Jensen was careful enough now, he wouldn’t lose his heart to Jared either, but their bond was becoming stronger and they were rising in the rankings and slowly evolving into a true Bevian pair.
The scullery wasn’t as dreary a place as one would imagine. It's filled with shining cleansing tools, cutlery, and food preparation implements. Everything gleams, but Jared knows all too well the reason for its bright and sparkling appearance is due to long hours of scrubbing, buffing and sanitizing. He knows every surface, crevice and object in the scullery with a familiarity only comes with repeated handling. It's also the one place he can find some peace with his thoughts, mindlessly cleansing a piece of cutlery or sterilizing a countertop. He often reflects on his trainings, or even thinks about what Jeff or Megan or his parents are doing. Megan is likely in Parochial getting taken to task for chewing clove, passing notes or drifting off in class. Out of everyone. He misses her the most. He misses being looked up to and being loved unconditionally. He's always worrying about doing something wrong here, about displeasing Jensen, or falling in the rankings. Things would be so much easier if he could just understand Jensen. Know what made him tick, find out why he kept his emotions so tightly walled away.
"Hey Jare!" Chad practically bounced into his visual field, a giant bundle of barely contained energy, Jared was used to Chad's sudden and ostentatious appearances.
"Hi Chad," He leaned over and gave Chad a perfunctory swipe of his lips on his cheeks.
Chad of course, grabbed Jared's head in his hands and very nearly succeeded in suffocating Jared with an over-enthusiastic tongue before pulling away with a ear-splitting grin.
Sighing, Jared looked at Chad affectionately, "Nothing ever half-way with you, is it man?"
"Nah, what's the point in doing it, if you can't over-do it?" he smirked, grabbing a dirty tray and placing it on the conveyor belt.
Jared had been thinking about broaching the subject with Chad for awhile, and decided there was no time like the present. "Chad, do you know what the deal is with Steve and Jensen? Why they're so..." he let it hang, trusting Chad knew what he meant.
"The most I know is Steve and Christian arrived at the Chapterhouse together," Chad shrugged, "and that Jensen had something to do with Christian's death, him being his Postulant and all."
Jared felt like a grimy window had been wiped clean. Apparently, Steve blamed Jensen for Christian’s death. Things clicked into place regarding the palpable animosity between the two Pedagogues.
Chad continued, "Funny thing is, I get the feeling Jensen and Steve used to be pretty tight, at least that's the sense I get from some of the Pedagogues who were here when Christian was still around."
"Huh," Jared didn't really trust himself to say more. Things were beginning to click into place, and he knew Chad too well to be able to have a frank and open discussion with him—unless he wanted to have that frank and open discussion with everyone.
Looking over at where Jared was stacking the cleansed trays, Chad said, "I know you don't much care for Steve. But that's probably because you've only ever heard what your Pedagogue tells you. He's actually a really good man. A great knight. And the only Pedagogue who hasn't given up on me yet...outside of Preceptor Morgan anyway."
Running an appraising eye over his friend, Jared said, "He's definitely got you on a short leash, by the looks of things. I don't think I've ever seen you be so quick to comply with anyone the way you do with him."
A heated blush swept across Chad's cheeks, "Yeah, well," he stared at the wall in front of him for a few moments before turning back to Jared and saying cheekily, "when someone fucks you as good as he does, you'll do just about anything."
Blinking, Jared stared at Chad open-mouthed. Then Chad threw his head back and roared with laughter, "Oh man, your face! You should see your face!"
Shaking his head, Jared tried to look nonchalant, "Do you do that with your Pedagogue?"
Exhaling a few times to calm himself, Chad was non-plussed, "Sure, don't you?"
"No."
"Can't say it surprises me. It took me awhile too." He gestured vaguely, "But you get used to the ways of the Chapter after awhile and it doesn't seem so out of the realm of possibility that it once did." Chad shot Jared a vaguely smarmy grin, "And soon, very soon, you even like it. A lot."
Suddenly uncomfortable with the turn their conversation had taken, Jared looked away from Chad’s gaze, "But he doesn't seem very..." he searched for the right word, "compassionate. I mean, he's always so distant with everyone, and he's so intense on the holofield..." Jared trailed off before looking back up at Chad.
"Well, I could say the same about your Pedagogue. He's not exactly Mr. Swing-from-the-chandelier, you know."
"No, there’s no room for anyone else when you’re up there all the damn time." Jared teased.
Grinning, Chad placed the last of the None trays on the conveyor belt and cleansed his hands. "Alright, let's go get a rumberry my repressed friend, and see if we can't have a little fun without our straight-laced Pedagogues." Slinging an arm around Jared's much higher shoulders he gracelessly pulled Jared to the exit.
Jared smiled, at ease for the first time in a long time, and allowed himself to be pulled along by Chad, just like the old days.
Jared spent the rest of the afternoon with Chad, and was pleased to find it not only relaxing, but a mood lifter. Most of the time lately, he felt pent-up, frustrated and bone-tired--and confused for any remaining moments that were left over. Jared didn’t like to have time apart from training, as it gave him too much time to dwell on things which seemed out of his hands. Too many questions and warring emotions coursed through him: how to reconcile his preconception of the Chapterhouse with its reality, how to work his way up in the rankings, how to justify what he felt for Jensen with what he owed to Sandy.
On his way back to the cell from his time in the lounge with Chad, he was unexpectedly cut off by Pedagogue Carlson who steered him into an out of the way alcove.
“Listen boy, I think you should know the truth about your Pedagogue.” Carlson’s blue eyes were narrowed and his body unyielding. Jared could feel the hatred and anger radiating from Pedagogue Carlson even though nothing of substance had passed between them.
After scanning his face, Jared tried for neutrality, “Somehow, I get the feeling you’re less than objective on the subject. So I’ll pass.” Even though his curiosity was peaked, knowing someone finally might have something to say on the enigma that was Jensen Ackles.
“Don't underestimate me, boy. I'll make you sorry you were born.”
Blue eyes locked with his in the next moment, and Jared shivered. He saw an oncoming rage in those stormy depths. Anyone caught in the path of that rage would not come out unscathed.
Still, Jared’s blood was coursing with enough repressed emotion of his own, and this was beginning to seem just the opportunity he needed to get some release. He was feeling rebellious, wanting to subvert Ackles’ constant rein over him in some way, and this was better than nothing. Plus, he figured Carlson probably had it coming.
Using his height advantage, Jared leaned forward slightly and quickly and solidly connected his forehead with the angry Pedagogue’s, then stepped back waiting.
After a brief wobble on his feet and a flash of surprise, Carlson’s fist flew hard and fast. Jared’s quick reflexes allowed him to drop beneath the punch, then use Carlson’s loss of balance from the lack of impact to fire back.
Clearly, Carlson expected the fight to go his way. One series of punches, with one or two making contact, and Jared would fall away tail between his legs like a good postulant should.
So when Jared flew into him, his punches strong and accurate, Steve fumbled backwards.
Jared couldn’t help but relish the look of shock on the Pedagogue’s face when he pulled his fingers away from a bloody lip. He looked down at the blood on his fingertips and his eyes narrowed sharply, reassessing the situation. "Looks like I should stop holding back then.”
Jared glared. "I guess you should."
Steve came at Jared forcefully, with an array of kicks and punches which had Jared blocking and backpedaling, with a few making solid connections sending bursts of pain through his body. Maybe he had gotten more than he bargained for.
Nonetheless, when Jared saw his opening, he struck back, landing a good series of hits to kidney and jaw which made Steve stumble to the ground.
Steve was down, hopefully for awhile, but maybe not out.
There was no time to bask in his accomplishment. Because for as weary the Pedagogue looked, Jared knew he was a bit worse for wear. His right eye had already begun to swell and his nose throbbed suspiciously, not to mention the deep ache throbbing through his entire body. This was a fight he needed to end—and soon.
But he wasn’t given the chance to end it with blows, for as he moved to attack one last time, there was a strong arm wrapping around his torso, restraining him from any forward movement.
"Postulant Padalecki!" Jensen's voice had a steel edge to it which stilled Jared almost instantly. "That's enough!" And then Jensen was pulling him away from the alcove and fairly shoving him the entire way back to their cell.
Part 5