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“You are really fucking tall for an omega,” Jensen says to Jared. “Like really fucking tall.”
Jared wonders just how much trouble he would be in for killing his alpha on their wedding night. “You’ve said that already, like six times. It’s not my fault you are tiny.”
Jensen puffs out his chest, draws his shoulders back. “Listen, baby, there is nothing small about me.”
“Call me baby ogain and you are going to regret it,” Jared seethes.
They’ve been standing in Jensen’s bedroom for fifteen minutes. They are still fully clothed. They met four hours ago, at the chapel, where they were married. The celebration dinner was finished almost two hours ago.
They were escorted to this bedroom, where the mateship is to be consummated, fifteen minutes ago.
Jensen is the heir-apparent to the Ackles’ pack. Jared is a rare omega from the Padalecki pack, betrothed to Jensen since shortly after birth. All of his life Jared has known that one day he was going to have to leave his pack. All of his life he has hated the thought of basically being sold like a sack of potatoes.
And now he is to be mated to this smug, pretty-boy, fancy pants knot-head.
Jared has dreaded this day for years. He's smart, capable and he wants more from life than to be a home-and-baby-maker. He wants babies sure, but his omega mother never gets to leave their house except for alpha-approved errands, and is not allowed friends because that might distract her from her duties at home. The day Jared had presented as an omega, he vowed he would never be the bowed and broken wolf his mother is. Jared had hoped the Ackles’ pack was more progressive, but the way that Jensen had growled at every alpha that came within fifteen feet of Jared had dashed his hopes.
Jared knows he's been snappish and rude and is exhibiting - as his father would call it - behavior unbecoming to an omega. But it's the rest of his life that is at stake here.
Jensen sighs. “Okay, whatever. We have to do this. They’ll be able to tell tomorrow if we are mated or not. So, take off your clothes.”
And Jared can’t be his mother, can’t just lie down and let himself be walked on. Jared folds his arms across his chest and glares down at Jensen. “If you think I am some mild and meek omega you can boss around, then you are as empty-headed as you look.”
“I am to be Alpha of this pack, you can’t talk to me this way,” Jensen declares.
“Really? I can’t? But I just did. Oops,” Jared replies.
“You are a spoiled brat, princess,” Jensen retorts.
“Damn right I am, and proud of it,” Jared replies.
They glare at each other. A big part of Jared, partly because of the way he was raised, partly because of his innate omega nature, wants to back down. But Jared fights against it. He has one chance to not become his mother, after tonight they will be what they will become.
In the end though, Jared has no choice but to at least give ground. Jensen is a stupid head, but he’s also right. They have to consummate the marriage. There is no way Jared would willingly bring shame to his pack. His alpha arranged the marriage, the two of them mating is important to the alliance between the packs.
“I’m taking my clothes off,” Jared announces. “But not because you told me too.”
Jared is wearing a fuchsia-colored shirt and black dress pants, the clothes he chose for his funeral – er- mateship. He quickly takes off his clothes, ready now to get the whole damn thing over with.
Jensen is staring at him, open mouthed. “Your chest is -”
Jared folds his arms back over his chest, fighting back the feeling of being found lacking with anger. “Yes, my chest is big. I am big. My cock is big. Is there anything you can say to me that isn’t drenched in disdain, because I have had it with you making fun of me.”
Jensen at least has the grace to look contrite. “I am sorry, I was just expecting someone a little more – “
“Padaleckis are big, get over it.”
“Okay, yeah,” Jensen replies. “And I truly didn’t mean to make you feel bad. You are quite nice looking.”
“Wow, what a compliment. I’m really going to stick my ass in the air for you now,” Jared replies. He gives the anger free rein, it's better than thinking about how he isn't good enough for this alpha. “Also, dimwit, for us to mate, you are going to have to take your clothes off too, or were you planning to jam your cock through your pants into my ass?”
“You’ve been just as guilty of being insulting as I have, that’s like the third time you’ve mocked my intelligence,” Jensen points out.
“Wow, he can count,” Jared replies, 'cause yes, he really is a brat.
Jared sits down on the edge of the bed and tries not to look as nervous as he feels. With his anger dissolving, the reality of what is about to happen sinks in. Jensen begins to remove his clothes, but he must be looking as forward to the mating as Jared is, because he’s much slower at it than Jared was.
His soon-to-be mate might be bossy and stupid and a knot-head, but he’s very nice to look at. Alright, Jared can admit it, at least to himself, the man is the most beautiful wolf he’s ever seen. Jensen had probably been hoping for someone beautiful too - and small - and instead he got Jared. Jared might even feel sorry for the alpha, if he wasn't stuck with him for life.
Hiding underneath all the stiff formal clothes he wore to the wedding - his black jacket, blue button-down shirt, Jensen has a really nice broad chest and shoulders. He flexes his chest when he catches Jared looking, and Jared exaggeratedly rolls his eyes.
Jensen sits down on the bed, as far away from Jared as he can get, and removes his shoes. Places them neatly by the bed. Takes off his socks.
“Judging by how slow you are, this mateship won’t be consummated until we are ninety,” Jared says, to cover up his nervousness.
“In a hurry to get knotted?” Jensen asks. “Imagine my surprise.”
“Imagine me biting off that knot you are so proud of,” Jared retorts.
Jensen turns paler. It makes his freckles really stand out. It’s kind of cute.
Jensen finally pulls his pants and his boxers off. His cock is flaccid, the knot hasn’t formed yet. Jared tries not to think about the knot. And where it’s going to go. Maybe there is still time for him to run away.
Jensen, with a very determined look on his face, edges closer to Jared. He presses his lips against Jared’s. Jared feels – like something wet is being pressed against his lips. There is definitely nothing resembling passion. It just feels moist and a little bit disgusting. “Can we do this without kissing?” Jared asks, pulling away from Jensen.
“Gladly, because you sure as hell aren’t any good at it,” Jensen replies.
Jared narrows his eyes. “I am good at everything.” He leans back toward Jensen, and this time he kisses with determination.
It’s not as bad as the first time, Jared even feels a little stirring of something, but it still feels wet and weird.
Jensen moves up on the bed until he is sitting with his back against the wall, his legs splayed wide. “Why don't you scoot on up here and get me hard, Omega,” he says.
Yeah, they probably should start with a few ground rules, let Jensen know he will never be his mother. “First of all, I only answer to Jared. Not baby, not sweetheart, and definitely not omega. I will sometimes make an exception for princess though, I kinda like that one. Secondly, if you ever use that tone of voice with me again, you will wake up to find you are no longer an alpha if you get my meaning.”
“You are the strangest omega I have ever met,” Jensen replies. “If you want me to get hard, you are going to have to suck it up and suck my cock.”
“I didn't think alphas had this problem,” Jared says. and slots himself between Jensen’s spread legs.
“I don’t have a problem – “
Jared sucks as much of Jensen’s cock in his mouth as he can fit in, effectively choking off Jensen’s words, then immediately begins to choke.
It’s not like he’s ever done this before. He pulls up, he can feel saliva on his chin and really, is all of sex this messy and disgusting?
“You gotta relax,” Jensen says like that's gonna happen.
Jared tries again. He takes much less of Jensen in his mouth this time, experimentally sucks at the top. It’s not the most horrible tasting thing he has ever had in his mouth, he had been subject to his sister’s cooking after all, but it definitely doesn’t taste good. He hollows his cheeks, sucking more of Jensen’s cock in. He can feel Jensen’s cock twitching in his mouth and he immediately backs off because fuck, that felt strange.
“YoI have to breathe through your nose and open up your throat more,” Jensen remarks.
“Maybe if you are such an expert you could show me how,” Jared replies.
Jensen is beginning to get hard, so Jared must be doing something right. He sucks on the cock a little longer, more or less treating it like a sour-tasting Popsicle, until Jensen pushes Jared off of him and strokes his cock until it is hard.
And fuck, Jared is about to get fucked.
He’s a virgin of course, saving himself for royal highness pain in the ass Ackles. Pain in the ass, probably literally. He’s never had anything in his ass bigger than his fingers. Jensen is supposed to be a virgin too, protocol and all that.
“Do you want to ride me?” Jensen asks. He is looking a little flushed, and his pupils are dilated.
“Are you a horse?” Jared asks, cause he really has no idea what the guy is talking about.
Jared knows nothing about sex, his parents made sure of that because as traditionalists they believed it was Jared’s alpha’s job to teach him about sex. Bang up job his alpha was doing so far.
Jensen laughs, like really laughs, and Jared is forced to smile in return and really, Jensen is so pretty it’s unfair.
“No, I just think, it might be easier for your first time,” Jensen says, pointing to his cock. “We’d probably have to change positions for the knotting but until then, you could just….”
Jensen points at his cock again, and Jared is an intelligent man so he’s very embarrassed when it takes a few seconds for what Jensen is proposing to sink in. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says. “Or we can do it with you on your side, or on your back, or, you know, on all fours.”
Jensen seems to know an awful lot about positions and things. Jared glares at him. “Where did you get all this knowledge about sex, we are both supposed to be virgins.”
“My brother,” Jensen admits. “He's not a virgin and likes to brag a lot.”
Jared huffs. He looks at Jensen’s cock, jutting out, thick and long. Might as well get it over with.
Jensen sits up straighter. Jared straddles Jensen’s lap. Jensen is biting his lower lip, his hands settling on either side of Jared’s hip, tentatively, as if he is as unsure of this whole thing as Jared is. Jared knows what goes in what of course, he just doesn’t really know anything beyond that.
Jared reaches behind him, grabs Jensen’s cock, too roughly judging by Jensen’s hiss, but whatever. He guides it to his hole and then tries to settle on top of it. Nothing happens. His ass is perched on the top of Jensen’s cock, like a bird perched on a branch.
“Move,” Jensen says. His voice sounds like he’s being strangled.
“How?” Jared asks.
“Downward, obviously,” Jensen replies.
Yeah, that’s helpful. Jared lifts, lines himself up again, and presses harder on the tip of Jensen’s cock. It pushes in, and fuck, oh fuck, that hurts and it’s barely inside of him.
Jared scrambles away from Jensen. How the hell do other omegas do this?
“Aren’t omegas supposed to get wet?” Jensen asks. “Are you like, broken or something?”
“I can get wet,” Jared replies defensively. It happens a lot during his heats. “It’s the alpha’s responsibility to get the omega wet, so you are the broken one, not me.”
“How do I do that?” Jensen asks.
“Well, you could try being sexier for one,” Jared suggests.
“Do you know how many betas and omegas begged me for my knot, telling me over and over again how handsome I am?” Jensen asks. “I’ve had to disappoint all of them because I had to save myself for you.”
“That’s touching, truly,” Jared replies. He maneuvers his body until he’s resting his head on his arms and sticks his ass up in the air. “I think you are supposed to stick your fingers in, it helps get me wet.”
“How do you know that?” Jensen asks. He sounds closer. Jared lifts his head just enough to see Jensen is staring at his ass. Jared hides his head in his arms again.
No way is he going to tell Jensen that is how he got through his heats. “Omegas know things,” he says instead.
“All right,” Jensen says, he sounds doubtful. He shoves two fingers in without warning.
Jared almost jolts off the bed.
“Are all alphas bad at this or is it just you?” he snarls, as he settles back down. The pain has subsided, and now it just feels uncomfortable. “Move them around.”
“It’s not like I’ve ever practiced doing this,” Jensen mumbles. He tentatively moves his fingers, bushing against that spot in Jared that always helps him through his heats. Finally, something that feels good. Neither says anything for several moments as Jensen’s fingers explore Jared’s ass. It feels odd, but also Jared can feel his body begin to react to the stimulation. “You are getting really wet,” Jensen observes. He’s moving his fingers less tentatively now, rubbing against Jared’s inner walls. Jared barely resists the urge to arch his back like a cat, because it’s really feeling good. And then he realizes a tongue is licking against his ass.
He turns his head to look at Jensen, who is licking his lips. “What are you doing?”
“You taste sweet,” Jensen says and licks him again.
Jensen licking the slick off his ass doesn’t feel wrong exactly, but it feels weird, and Jared feels all squirmy inside.
“Just stick your cock in,” Jared says. “I’m wet.”
“With you like this?” Jensen asks and pulls his fingers out. Jared doesn’t turn around, but there’s a smacking sound that sounds suspiciously like Jensen is licking the slick off his fingers and enjoying it.
“Yes,” Jared says, and burrows his head deeper into his arms.
The bed shifts as Jensen repositions himself. Jared can feel the tip of Jensen’s cock at his entrance. He braces for the pain, but Jensen sinks in slowly and it doesn’t hurt anything like it did before. Getting wet seems to help a lot.
Jensen’s cock feels much bigger inside of him than it looked. Jared bites his arm to stifle any noises he's making as finally Jensen bottoms out.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Jensen says.
Jared would respond that he isn’t tight so much as Jensen is big, but he figures that would just stroke the guy’s ego. “Move,” he says instead because he’s more than ready to get this whole thing over with.
Jensen pulls out, thrusts back in. It’s less uncomfortable the second time but Jared still has no idea why everyone acts like sex is so great, because it’s definitely not. Jensen grabs Jared’s hips and thrusts in a few more times, and then he hits that spot inside of Jared – and holy fuck!
“Do that again!” Jared orders, lifting his head.
“Do what again?” Jensen the clueless-wonder asks.
“Shit, never mind, just...” Jared squirms until the cock is pressing right there, right against his sweet spot again.
“You are producing like, a ton of slick,” Jensen comments. “It's getting my dick really wet.”
“Just, shut up and fuck me,” Jared replies.
It’s actually beginning to feel something almost akin to good, but then after a few more thrusts, Jared feels something enormous pushing against his ass.
“No, don’t knot me,” Jared says, beginning to panic. “It’s too soon.”
Jensen pushes the damn thing in any way, and there is the brightest flare of intense pain that Jared has ever experienced. He clutches at the bed, trying to ride out the pain as Jensen pants behind him.
“Sorry,” Jensen says. “It just happened; I couldn’t help it.”
“Just shut up,” Jared snaps.
And now they are tied. The pain lessens fairly quickly, but Jared is extremely uncomfortable in the position he’s in.
He tries to sit up, Jensen curses. Good, he deserves a little pain after what he put Jared through. They swear, complain, and snarl at each other, but they finally find a position on their sides where they are both semi-comfortable.
And then it hits Jared. “You didn’t claim me.”
“Damn,” Jensen says. “I guess I forgot. I could try to do it now?” It comes out as a question.
“I think it has to happen when you first knot me,” Jared says. His knowledge of claiming is from the forbidden romance books he had hid under his pillow as a teenager, but he's not about to admit that.
“I guess we’ll have to try again then,” the genius replies.
“Great,” Jared says. He feels his cock, which only got half hard during the entire experience, deflate at the thought of having to do this all over again.
They have to wait for the knot to go down. Time passes slowly. It's the weirdest thing, being so intimately tied with a stranger.
But also, paradoxically, it feels nice to be so connected to someone.
This part at least he could get used to.
Jared searches his mind, trying to think of something to say that's maybe a bit nicer than he's been to Jensen so far. Jensen was four when they were betrothed, he didn't get to choose his mate either. They need to find a way to at least be civil.
“I have gone about this all wrong, and I need to apologize to you,” Jensen says, surprising Jared out of his thoughts. “I have been unkind to you, and behaved in a way I am now ashamed of. I was nervous, and tried to cover up my nervousness by acting like an ass. I should have never tried to order you around, or order you to make me hard. That's not the kind of alpha I was raised to be, or want to become.”
“Well, I did pretty much order you to get me wet, so I guess we are pretty even in that regard,” Jared replies. Never had his father apologized to his mother. In fact, Jared has never heard an alpha apologize to an omega.
“It’s just so bizarre, this whole thing. We don’t even know each other – “
“Or what we are doing,” Jared adds.
Jensen huffs a laugh, Jared can feel his warm breath on his ear. He begins to relax more, settling into Jensen's arms. Maybe Jensen isn't so bad after all. “Or that. And I was so nervous about the wedding and the mating, and I know I said stupid things. You aren’t too tall, or too big. Actually, when I saw you in the chapel – you took my breath away. You looked so beautiful, standing there. And then I realized every other alpha in the chapel could see you too, and I went a bit crazy.”
Jared thinks about it and decides he likes the thought of Jensen being jealous. Likes it a lot. It causes him to look at Jensen growling at the other alphas in a whole new light.
“I am tall for an omega, and I get defensive about it. And I was worried you were one of those traditional alphas who was going to want to collar me and keep me barefoot and pregnant, so I sort of went on the offense without giving you a chance,” Jared admits.
“I was worried you wanted a traditional alpha. Despite my behavior earlier, I am not, thanks to the patience and guidance of several betas and omegas in my life. My father plans to turn over the pack to me soon, once we get settled,” Jensen explains. “My dad has an all alpha council, but I want to change that. I want to add betas to the council, and I would like you to be on the council as well. If you want to be.”
Jared is surprised. Betas have been gaining rights for years now, but an omega in a position of authority is unheard of.
“Will your pack be all right with that?” Jared asks. He knows full well his father's traditional pack would not be.
“If they aren't, they can try to challenge me, but nobody has beaten me in a fight yet,” Jensen declares.
“Says you,” Jared replies, because he's always going to be a bit of a brat.
“Wanna challenge me?” Jensen asks, and then to Jared’s great shock, begins to tickle him. In seconds, Jared is writhing, impaled as he is on Jensen’s knot, and is laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes.
Years later, when he thinks about this night, he realizes this is the exact moment he began to fall in love with Jensen.
“Admit I am the strongest and most handsome alpha ever,” Jensen says, his fingers are merciless as they unerringly find all of Jared’s ticklish spots until Jared has to sputter out that yes Jensen is strong and handsome.
“I don't think it counts if it is said under duress,” Jared says, after he settles back down.
“Of course it counts,” Jensen counters. “I am the strongest and the best which makes me almost worthy of an omega like you.”
Jared snuggles deeper into Jensen's arms. Jensen has a nice scent, woodsy, like pine. “So, you don’t want to keep me barefoot and pregnant?”
“Well, maybe just sometimes,” Jensen replies. Jared pushes back against Jensen hard and Jensen laughs and Jared thinks maybe mating this alpha won’t be so bad after all.
“I think I can pull out now,” Jensen says and Jared surprises himself by feeling disappointed as Jensen does.
Jensen hands Jared an apple from a bowl of fruit in the room, and they both eat one as they cautiously ask each other questions. Jared discovers that Jensen has a quick wit and is open-minded and he admits to himself that he judged him too quickly. Jared is looking forward to touring the pack lands and asks Jensen about the pack. Jensen’s eyes light up as he talks about the pack members, about the land they’ve lived on for generations. Jared can see how proud Jensen is of the pack he was born to lead.
Jared tells Jensen about his upbringing, about his family, about his little sister who cried when Jared left. Jensen tells him they will go visit them anytime Jared wants to.
They talk for hours, talk all night, and fall silent as the first rays of the sunrise peek into the bedroom window.
“So, do you think we should try again?” Jensen asks. He takes one of Jared’s hands in both of his, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on Jared’s wrist.
Jared nods. He looks at Jensen, his eyes focusing on Jensen’s full, pretty lips. “Let’s try the kissing thing again first.”
Jensen settles again with his back against the wall, and Jared straddles his lap. Jensen’s hands grip onto Jared’s hips, and this time his grasp isn’t tentative at all, but feels like an anchor, settling Jared, helping him feel secure. Jared likes the feel of Jensen’s hands on his hips. He leans in and presses his lips against Jensen’s.
They kiss, and it isn’t bad, it feels kind of pleasant and nice. Jared shifts in Jensen’s lap, he can feel Jensen’s cock pressed against his ass and that feels kind of nice too. Jensen’s hands on Jared’s hips tighten and Jensen’s mouth opens slightly. Jared feels Jensen’s tongue pushing against his lips and he’s curious so he opens his mouth and Jensen’s tongue presses in.
Their tongues touch and Jensen moans against Jared’s mouth and Jared squirms on Jensen’s lap. One of Jensen’s hands leaves Jared’s hip and presses against the back of his head, and when did the room get so hot? Jared can feel himself getting wet, knows that his cock, trapped between their bodies, is getting hard and he wraps his arms around Jensen’s neck and he can’t breathe, doesn’t want to, just wants to kiss Jensen forever because nothing has ever felt this good.
Jensen is tugging Jared’s hair and that feels good too, and Jensen is hard, Jared can feel how hard he is, and he wiggles his ass on Jensen’s cock as the kiss deepens.
“I want to try the riding thing again,” Jared says when they do finally break the kiss.
Jensen immediately kisses him again, but he’s lifting Jared, like he weighs nothing, and settles Jared back again on top of his cock.
Jared sinks on Jensen’s cock, and this time it feels so much better, and it’s kind of overwhelming and kind of perfect, the way that they are kissing, the feeling of Jensen’s cock inside of him, the smell and the feel of Jensen and Jared thinks – oh, this is what sex is supposed to feel like, and it’s the last rational thought he has for a while.
Jensen tugs on his hair once more, before his hand returns to Jared’s hips, fingernails digging in just right as Jared moves up and down on Jensen’s long cock. He goes slow at first, unwilling to give up Jensen’s lips but soon slow isn't enough. Jared feels like he’s chasing something, needs more, and he breaks the kiss so that he can have more freedom of movement. Jared pushes up, and slides back down faster, harder, and that feels good. Real good. Jensen is beautiful to look at, the way his cheeks are all pink, and he’s biting his lip and he has the most gorgeous and expressive eyes. Jared’s cock is harder than it’s ever been outside of heats and he can feel something swell inside, something he didn’t experience the first time. Jared is beginning to think that maybe this sex thing is pretty damn okay after all.
Jensen runs a hand over Jared’s nipples, which instantly get hard. “I wasn't making fun of your chest earlier,” Jensen says. He leans down, runs his tongue over each pebbled nipple, and Jared’s whole body is tingling with how good it feels. “I was awestruck. Couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on your pretty nipples. Can't wait until they swell even bigger when you are carrying our child.”
Jared’s fingernails dig into Jensen’s back because he has no words to say how he feels.
Jensen’s hands return to his hips, his fingers tight on Jared as he helps Jared push up, slam down on his cock. Jared can feel the knot begin to form, and he thinks he should shy away from it, after how much it hurt the first time, but instead he just pushes down harder, like he needs it in him.
“You feel so good,” Jensen praises. “My omega, only ever mine.”
Jared decides he doesn’t mind Jensen calling him omega after all, it’s kind of hot the way Jensen growls when he says it. Of course, right now he’s not exactly thinking straight because he’s riding pretty high on pleasure. And Jensen’s cock.
Jared’s got a good rhythm going, they are rocking the bed he’s slamming down on Jensen’s cock so hard, and everything is just swelling inside of him and then he feels the knot tugging on his hole again.
And fuck it. Jared slams down hard, his ass swallowing the knot and he comes immediately, a far more intense orgasm than his fingers ever gave him, screaming Jensen’s name as he comes and comes.
He feels a burst of pain as Jensen’s teeth sink into his neck and even though he just came, and he has no idea how he could have possibly gotten hard again, he orgasms again, come spurting until he’s fairly sure his dick has been wrung dry.
They sit facing each other, Jensen’s mark on his neck, Jensen’s fingernails digging into his hip, and Jensen's scent surrounding him. Jared burrows his head in Jensen’s neck, overwhelmed by how right all of this feels.
Jensen pulls his head up and they kiss, hungrily, desperately as if they just hadn’t had sex. Jared squirms on Jensen’s knot and feels Jensen’s come filling him up.
Jensen grins at him and Jared’s stomach does a kind of flip-flopping thing. “We are so doing that again.”
And so they did.
And again.
And again.
And….