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Jared is an Alpha. Well, he was born an alpha at least. The big problem is that although he's physically built, he doesn't have the dominance that is one of the main characteristics of Alphas. Also, he's not short-tempered and a natural leader like he should be. He's creative, sensitive, hyperactive, and eager to please. In short, he's the nightmare of those who think biology and psychological traits must match.
A bump and Jared feels his shirt soak in beer.
"I'm so sorry," a boy in his early twenties says as he looks up at Jared with wide eyes in fear.
"No problem. I wasn't looking." And because lightening the mood is always a good option, he adds, "And the best is that the beers survived." Jared smiles and lifts the mugs he's been carrying to the table where they are drinking and watching the baseball game on the big screen.
"Actually, you should pay more attention, Beta." The belligerence in Stephen's voice is crystal clear.
"I'm really so sorry," the boy stutters.
"Steph! The guys are waiting." Jared tries to distract the other Alpha. His best friend is such a nasty knothead, but they've known each other since kindergarten, and he loves the guy.
Stephen looks at the beers he's holding himself, and Jared can practically see that stubborn brain working. In the end, the other Alpha shrugs. "Okay, but be more careful, kid, if you want to end the night in one piece."
The boy turns pale, and Jared rolls his eyes at the unnecessary threat.
"C'mon, tough guy," Jared encourages. Stephen grunts something intelligible but follows Jared, who winks at the boy before walking away.
"How many times have I told you that you need to be more aggressive, Jayne. You're not dominant enough for an Alpha. I don't know what Ackles saw in you."
The mere mention of the Omega's name makes Jared smile fondly. Jensen Ross Ackles is his other half. They've been married for ten years, and Jared's love for the Omega seems to grow more intense as time goes on.
Jensen isn't the typical Omega either. He's not submissive like most Omegas are. The mechanic is independent and doesn't take crap from anyone. Long story short, Jensen is untamed, and Jared loves him even more for that.
"You two can't live without me, moron."
"Eww," Stephen says, but his eyes sparkle with amusement.
As they approach their table, Jason asks, "What happened, Padalecki? The night has barely begun, and you're already soaked."
Jason laughs, and the other guys do the same.
Jared puts the beers on the table before sitting on the empty chair next to Adam.
"Don't worry, guys, the pretty Omega will have plenty of time to apologize before the night is over." Jared tries to sound as suggestive as possible.
It works. The guys laugh.
"Well, I'll drink to that," Jason says.
Stephen doesn't contradict him, seeming satisfied to sit next to Jason and taking a big gulp of his beer, for which Jared's grateful.
Stephen might be the perfect definition of the typical Alpha, but he's also Jared's best friend, something that's been very important to him since they were kids. He'll call Jared Jayne or Jaredina when they are alone, though he'll defend and protect him if necessary. And Jared respects him for that.
"What are your plans for the pussy you got, Padalecki?" Adam asks after taking a sip of his beer. His blue eyes are fixed on Jared and show a curiosity that makes Jared squirm in his chair.
The question reminds him why he avoids hanging out with Adam and Jason, but this kind of socialization is part of being an Alpha, and they are Stephen's partners in a wine distributor.
"Yeah. Give us the sordid details," Jason adds, smiling, but his eyes are dark and challenging.
Jared knows he doesn't need to prove anything to anyone. After all, he's all the privileges of an Alpha. Still, he prefers to avoid confrontation. Downing half of his beer on one long pull, he leans back in his chair and looks at the other Alphas paying attention to him. Thank God he's good at entertaining.
"The key is to keep it simple at first. A little make out before I turn on the ignition, and then a hand can keep me hard until we get to my apartment."
A knowing smirk twists Stephen's mouth.
Jared resists the temptation to roll his eyes and just ignores his best friend. Then, he clears his throat and raises an eyebrow conspiratorially before continuing, "I ignore the camera in the elevator, pulling 190 pounds of muscle against me. He comes willingly, climbing me like a damn tree and wrapping his legs around my waist."
Eyes widen at the information, and like the impertinent moron he is, Stephen informs, "He likes cocks."
Jared kicks Stephen's foot under the table, making him shut up. The other Alphas remain silent, despite the curiosity still visible in their eyes.
"My hands go to his asscheeks, which are round and deliciously firm to the touch. The little bitch moans, and I can smell his slick already, sweet and irresistible. The guy is gorgeous with a face full of freckles and a generous mouth that attacks mine in a demanding way."
Jared sees Stephen smirking in the description, but this time his best friend doesn't interfere, thankfully.
"I take control of the kiss while my hands keep busy exploring the perky ass, but my dick desperately needs that tight hole, so I carry the Omega out of the elevator and into my apartment as fast as I can." The Alphas' eyes are on him, and Jared can smell something that can only be arousal coming from Jason. Amused, Jared can't stop talking. "In my apartment, I kick the door closed, and just then I put the Omega down because there's something in my pocket that I want him to wear." Feeling pleased with himself, Jared reaches for his jacket pocket with his right hand. Eyes follow the movement. His fingers touch the delicate, soft fabric, and that smell increases when Jared shows the other Alphas the lace panties.
"Someone has a fetish," Stephen says as a smirk tugs at his lips.
Jared ignores the interruption, preferring to show the panties in his hands to the other guys. "I say I'll take a shower while he gets ready. Long fingers grip the panties from my hand, and the Omega has a huge smile on his face, despite the slight blush highlighting the freckles on his face."
Jared puts the panties back into the safety of his pocket.
"When I come out of the bathroom, naked and rock hard, he's on the floor by the fireplace and waiting for me. The panties are all he's wearing. Oh, and he's so breedable like that, on all fours and shoving his ass out, practically begging for my knot."
Jared notices Adam swallowing more of his beer and sweat starting to form on his forehead. And it only takes a moment of hesitation on his part for Jason to insist, "Keep going, dude!"
Jared smiles, confident he would have been a good teacher if he hadn't met Jensen and chosen to be a househusband and a thrilled one by the way.
"The image I see alone makes me leak like crazy because the panties fit like a glove. The lace adorns the tops of those round mounds and descends between them, barely hiding the tiny entrance to the Paradise from my view."
"Jesus Christ!" Adam murmurs.
"Sensing my presence, the provocative little shit arches his back even further, ready to be fucked to within an inch of his life."
Jared's phone vibrates, and he stops talking to check the message.
I'll be home in 30 minutes, baby.
It's time to go.
"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, duty calls."
"Come on. You've got to finish it first," Adam complains.
"We want to know the ending," Jason adds.
"Well, I'm sure you can imagine what I'll be doing for the rest of the night."
Jared gives the guys a wink before rushing out of the bar, eager to find his Omega and ignoring the other Alphas calling him back.
When he arrives in the parking lot, he remembers he came with Stephen and grabs his cell phone to call an Uber, but a hand on his shoulder startles him.
"Jesus, Steph!"
"You left your driver behind, Princess." The idiot laughs.
"You don't have to-"
"Yes, I have. Jensen might cut my balls off if I don't return you home intact."
Needing his Omega more than anything, Jared submits to the hand that grips his arm and leads him to Stephen's truck.
"If I hadn't seen your knot, I might have serious doubts about who the Omega is between you," Stephen says as he drives out of the parking lot.
"Ew, dude. We're like brothers. Can you stop talking about my dick?"
"I just hope those panties aren't for you."
"What?" Jared tries to sound scandalized.
"Because playing the fucktoy for Ackles is okay, but wearing panties is bizarre, dude."
"You're my best friend, not my sex adviser. And bizarre will be my punch in your face if you don't drop me home in fifteen minutes."
"Wow, someone is growing some balls finally."
Stephen drops Jared home in fourteen minutes.
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As Jared opens the door to their apartment, hands grab his jacket and pull him inside. The same hands slam him against the wall, but before his inner wolf can react, the sweet scent of his Omega invades Jared's senses. The effect on him is immediate; instead of reacting to the possible threat, he submits to his mate.
In the next few seconds, his ankles are kicked out, bringing him level with his Omega, and he's being kissed. It's stubbly and brutal and nearly knocks all wind from Jared's lungs.
The hand that grips his buttock, helping their crotch grind together, is the same that gently strokes his hair every day before Jensen leaves for work.
Jared loses himself in the kiss, in the vanilla scent that defines the Omega mixed with oil after a long day at work, in the bond that unites them and is always there in his mind.
The growl he hears sounds more like a moan, and it takes him a few seconds to realize he is the one causing it.
When Jensen pulls back, he can finally look at his Omega, and that black eye wasn't there this morning, but this isn't the time for questions. He knows what Jensen needs and will give it to him.
"You said half an hour," he complains despite the smile that forms on his lips.
"I lied," Jensen's voice is deep with an edge of anger, which isn't enough to hide his arousal, though. Jared knows the anger isn't directed at him properly but at what he is. "Are you going to do something about it?" Fingers sneak into the crack of Jared's ass and slide down, and it's enough for the desire to burn hot in his veins. He whimpers, and his hole spasms. Can't help it.
"You want me to do something?" Jared's hands grip Jensen's shirt, nearly ripping the gray fabric off the Omega's back.
"Yeah." Those thick fingers circle the sensitive rim of his hole, teasing. He pushes against them, wanting, acting more like a bitch in heat than the Alpha he was born to be. "I want you to wear something for me." Just the tip of a finger pushes in, dry, invasive, and so desired it makes Jared grunt in need.
They're both hard, rubbing against each other through two layers of denim, and it would be so easy to fall on all fours and beg for his mate's cock. But that's not what Jensen needs right now. Not today. Instead, Jared says, "Tell me." He goes for the strong neck, sniffing and licking and breathing in the smell of his Omega, sweet, familiar, and compelling.
Then he feels a hand in his pocket, pulling the lingerie out, and reluctantly leaves his shelter in the Omega's neck. Jensen brings the panties up to his nose and sniffs them, deliberate and intentional, and the consuming lust in those green eyes is what Jared feels coursing through his own body.
Jensen's obsession with panties is recent, and now Jared doesn't mind wearing them, despite the initial awkwardness. On the contrary, he likes the smoothness against his skin, how they enhance the contour of his ass, and especially the effect they have on the Omega.
"They already have your scent, and the color is perfect."
The black eye is also swollen, and the Alpha in him wants to take care and protect before anything else, but the first time Jensen came home with a bleeding eyebrow and bruised fingers on one hand and Jared tried to take care of him, he was the one who ended up with a black eye. Fortunately, he learned over the years, and now he knows exactly what his Omega needs on days like this.
Jensen buries his nose in the pink fabric one more time before returning it to Jared's pocket.
"Get ready. I need a shower."
Jensen backs away from him as quickly as he approached Jared, and purposeful strides drive the Omega toward the hallway, and Jared already misses his mate.
Jared does as he's told, ignoring the neglected erection between his legs—disobeying his Omega is something that doesn't even cross his mind—and he's naked by the time he walks into their room.
There's nothing sensual about the way he works two fingers to prepare his hole for Jensen. It's the only part he'd like to have from an Omega. He wants not to have to worry about fingers at all. Wants just to bend over the nearest available surface and receive Jensen inside him without any preparation.
He adds a little more fake slick because Jensen is big for an Omega, and he wants to sit comfortably at dinner tomorrow. Next, he pulls the panties up his legs until they're in place. The fabric is soft against his skin, and the front can barely contain his half-mast, but he likes what he sees in the mirror.
With a satisfied smile, he walks to the middle of the room and assumes the position, the softness of the rug welcoming under his hands and knees. His body vibrates with anticipation, even when this isn't a position an Alpha should be in, and maybe it's exactly why it's all so exciting. He prefers to be here and now and this way. Ready to submit to his Omega, even when he's at peace with who he is.
Jared loves the freedom Alphas have. He can go anywhere without fear of being sexually assaulted by unmated Alphas. He is not judged because of his gender. But he also hurts for Jensen and the other Omegas. They are treated like an inferior class because they come into heat twice a year, and Jared hates that Jensen has to put up with it.
Feeling his mate's presence behind him, his heart races and body tingles. He spreads his legs wider, arches his back, and lowers his head as he presents himself to the Omega.
Despite barely audible, Jared hears the intake of air, smiling delightedly at the predictability of the reaction. Stimulated, he moves his ass, up and down, just a little, and clenches his hole against the fabric now soaked with fake slick and that barely hides what it was designed to hide.
"So fucking breedable," Jensen sounds proud, and Jared's also proud to be able to take care of his Omega the way he deserves.
Jared's nostrils flare as Jensen walks to stand in front of him, his scent still sweet despite something citrusy that makes Jared wrinkle his nose. His Omega is hurting, but he'll do whatever it takes to help get Jensen out of that dark place he's in right now.
He looks up at the pale toes, noticing the hems of a pair of gray sweatpants.
"Look at me."
Jared does.
Jensen's also wearing a black T-shirt and his dad’s dog tags, something that doesn't come off his neck only when the Omega feels vulnerable.
Jensen's father was an Omega too. Fearless and stubborn, he was rewarded for his bravery while in the army. Sadly, he lost his battle with cancer three years ago. It was a dark period in Jensen's life, and although he's tried to get over it, he occasionally relapses, especially when something happens involving his Omega status.
Jared watches Jensen's callused hands rub the bulge on his pants. At least the Omega is still in the mood.
"Do you want it?"
The answer is easy. He needs Jensen almost like he needs air to breathe. And just thinking about that fat, swollen head and veined length makes Jared's panties grow damp where his erection rubs against the softness of the lace.
"Yes. More than you can understand."
A smile teases at the Omega's lips, and he's breathtaking, black eye or not.
Jared knows every inch of that cock, every vein that bulges when the Omega is hard, every little freckle—yeah, Jensen has freckles there—anyway, he's got more practice dealing with that cock than his own. And he can't even explain why he loves how his Omega's cock feels on or in any part of his body.
The sight of the hard length makes Jared's mouth water. Makes him greedy.
Jensen pushes his pants down until he can free his swollen balls too, and God, his Omega's is gorgeous.
Jensen moves closer, one hand strokes his cock with precision, and it's embarrassing how fast Jared’s hunger for his Omega grows, making his body almost vibrate. The musky scent is intoxicating, and then that ample head touches Jared's mouth, tracing the contour of his lips, so lightly, wetting and teasing. He opens his mouth a little, ready to receive the Omega, but the offer is ignored, and just as he's about to grunt his frustration, the contact disappears.
"Love your mouth, but i's not what I need today."
"I know." The understanding that Jared tries to show with a small smile is accepted with a nod.
Jensen moves again, disappearing from his field of vision, but then hands grip his buttocks, kneading, opening, and exposing. He arches into the touch, the movement making the thin piece of fabric rub against his hole. The little gasp Jared hears makes him burst with pride at being able to give it to his Omega.
"These cheeks were made to be spread."
They both know it's not true—after all Jensen is the Omega here—but Jared loves the confidence and satisfaction he hears in that husky voice.
Fingers capable of mounting and dismounting the motor of a car work Jared with the same efficiency. They start rubbing a tight little circle around his hole, eliciting and making him hot as hell.
"My big, strong Alpha." On days like these, Jensen'll recognize his status. "You're so responsive for me." But he'll still treat Jared like an Omega, and it doesn't help that he acts just like that, falling on his forearms and shoving his hips up, presenting himself to his mate. The anticipation is delicious, even if mixed with the helplessness that comes with a lack of control, not to mention his too willing body wants this more than anything.
The next thing he feels is the fabric being pushed aside.
"God, you're so fucking wet."
He knows, and right now, he's anxious for the burn. When it happens, his toes curl and his ass closes stubbornly around the sudden intrusion. He takes a deep breath and tries to convince his body to relax.
"That's it. It's just me. Relax, Alpha."
Alphas shouldn't obey the command of their Omegas. Alphas shouldn't get the urge to have a cock stretching them open.
Earlier than expected, Jared's body responds to the three fingers inside him. They are precise, hitting his sweet spot, over and over, and soon Jared feels that heat building deep down in his belly. He pushes back, looking for that final push capable of triggering his climax, though the damn fingers disappear, and one hand reaches under his hips and closes around the base of his cock, where his knot is forming.
"Not yet, sweetheart. I want to feel it."
"Whatever you want, Omega."
It's no secret that his Omega bosses him around often in the shelter of their home and even in the presence of their families from time to time. Most of them ignore the dynamic between Jared and his Omega. Some are supportive, like Jared's sister and Jensen's mother. Others disapprove, and Jared's been told, more than once, that he's not aggressive or dominant enough.
What they don't know is that Jared doesn't want to be aggressive and dominant.
He waits, obedient and open, holding his breath as he feels his panties ripping and losing contact with his skin, and then something much bigger is there, hot and smooth.
"Need you so much." The growl deepens Jensen's voice.
"I'm yours, Omega."
"I know."
And just like that, Jensen's erection pops in against the resistance of his body. He takes it, inch by inch, until Jensen is buried inside him to the hilt. It's something so familiar, though it still takes Jared's breath away for a few seconds, and he can't remember how to speak for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the stretch, the burn. His mind is full of the sensation of being penetrated and by the familiar presence of his mate, still sweet, still sour, but there with Jared and connected in the most intimate way possible. His body doesn't take long to accept the intrusion this time, giving way to his Omega as if it was built for this.
Hips work, constant and precise, plunging the Omega deep and deep again inside him, leaving Jared’s legs shaking, but there are groans and grunts that seem to incentive Jensen even more.
"You take my cock better than any fucking Omega."
Jared feels a twinge of pride at those words because he doesn't care about toxic stereotypes or who does what, not when Jensen's impaling him in the best way possible, filling him like nothing and no one ever could.
And it's not like he ever gets his dick wet. He tops Jensen in his heats, even if only to knot him and most of the time with the Omega riding him wildly while he's flat on his back.
Jensen would be a magnificent Alpha with all that determination and obsession with control, and he also has leadership skills and a keen sense of justice.
As if to prove a point—or maybe Jensen can read minds—a warm hand on the back of Jared's neck forces his chest against the carpet, keeping him there, while the other has an iron grip on his waist. Jensen mounts Jared with the same determination as an Alpha. And Jared is mounted with the same submission as an Omega.
Any other Alpha could react violently to something like this, including seriously injuring their Omega. It was never like that between them, however. It's like the Alpha in Jared always instinctively knows what the Omega in Jensen needs. And it had been that way since that first time in the backseat of Jensen's car.
That perfect cock pounds in and out of Jared, wet with fake slick and massive, but Jared's taking him easy now, and it always comes as a surprise how Jensen manages to drive him crazy with pleasure every time they fuck.
Jared's response is equally fervent, and he rolls back against his Omega, hard, pushing his ass into the crash of those strong hips. And suddenly Jensen is blanketing his back, skin to skin, sweaty and warm and welcome, and Jared can't tell when the Omega took his clothes off, but it doesn't matter because his cock is achingly hard, dripping with pre-come, and he knows he's close. He also can't tell when his body loses the battle to stay on all fours and ends up sprawled out against the floor.
Teeth close against the smooth skin of his neck at some point, deep enough to draw blood and in a complete and indissoluble claim on Jared's body. They'll have to wear makeup to cover it up for the family dinner tomorrow, but it's worth every second. He would show off each of them publicly if he could, but their society hasn't evolved enough yet, so he's satisfied with allowing Jensen to take control and use him whatever he wants.
They complement each other, not in the traditional way for an Alpha and an Omega, but in an equally valid and powerful way.
The angle is perfect, and the Omega nails Jared's prostate with astonishing precision, forcing drops and more drops of cum out of his cock.
Surrounded by his Omega's scent, he squeezes his eyes closed, and his climax crashes over him unannounced, making him moan and clutch furiously around the cock fucking him. He shivers with the intensity, squeezes the hand holding his shoulder and gives himself over entirely. It's inevitable. It's what they want. What they need.
Jensen pounds into him, chasing his own orgasm with his nose buried at the base of Jared's neck and the dog tags plastered against his back.
When Jensen finally comes inside him, Jared's body responds, milking his cock dry, but the Omega just gasps, and it's the only sound Jared will hear on days like this, although the peck on the sweaty skin of his neck is a good sign.
They don't talk while they extricate themselves from each other or shower together. Hands help wash and caress sore spots, nothing like the frenzy of before. It's cozy and domestic, and Jared can't imagine a life without it.
It's only when they're comfortable in their king-size bed that Jared breaks the silence. "Are you okay?"
Jensen smiles at him, looking pleased with himself. "I should be the one asking that."
"I'll be able to sit for half an hour without squirming if that's what you're thinking."
He loves the sound of that carefree laugh.
"It will be a new record. Last time you lasted fifteen minutes."
"Tell me about it." Jared laughs, remembering Jensen's father asking if something was wrong with him.
When the laughter dies, Jared asks, "Want to talk about this?"
Hurt and anger flash in those green eyes, but it's gone when Jensen speaks again. "The usual. An Alpha got pissed off when he found out that an Omega had fixed his car."
"That's disgusting."
Jared hurts for his Omega and all the other Omegas who deal with this kind of shit daily.
However, the Omega is all cocky self-assurance when he says, "Well, in addition to having to pay for the car, he'll have medical bills with that broken nose."
Thank God Jensen is tougher than nails and can stand up for himself in a world ruled by Alphas.
Jared laughs, imagining the Alpha's shocked reaction.
"Glad I have you to protect me, baby." It's not true, considering Alphas are at the top of the food chain, but he loves the tender smile that forms on Jensen's lips.
"Yep."
"But now it's time to cuddle." Jared raises his eyebrows in blatant invitation.
Jensen rolls his eyes, but a finger traces the outline of Jared's nose and his eyebrows.
"You're too cute and sweet to be an Alpha."
Jared knows that, but it's like trying to keep the sun from shining every day. It's who he is, and he's okay with that.
"And you're too bullheaded and smartass to be an Omega." He brushes a kiss against Jensen's lips. "Rope in, babe."
His Omega goes to him with a shy smile, making himself comfortable against Jared's chest. The scent of his shampoo on the Omega's soft strands awakens that sense of possession innate in every Alpha. He wants to protect the man in his arms from all the evil in the world, but he knows he can't. The world is cruel and imperfect, but at least the little bubble that's their world is perfect, and Jared wouldn't change a thing about it.