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Jensen doesn’t even know why he’s here. Well, maybe he does. He just doesn’t like being here.
The thing about being mated to an alpha committed to a life of crime is that you sometimes become an accomplice to crimes. Not that Jared Padalecki is a master criminal of any sort. He’s just got a shoplifting problem that’s become a full-on burglary problem, and it may have escalated to the point of where they are now, Jensen nervously shifting from foot to foot as he watches the streets for any sign of life and Jared picking the locks to a convenience store. Jared’s already hacked and disabled the security system so they won’t have to worry about any alarms or cameras, just any stray passersby that might catch them in the act in the middle of the night.
“We’re in!” Jared says triumphantly as he stands and grins at Jensen, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him inside the store.
“What do you even need in here?” Jensen asks as Jared closes and locks the door behind them. The question earns him a raised brow, and if he’s honest, even he’s surprised by the annoyance in his tone. He doesn’t usually question Jared like that.
“I told you you could’ve stayed home,” Jared answers as he moves past him to start wandering the aisles, looking for God knows what.
Jensen’s cheeks flush and he ducks his head. “Sorry. I don’t mean to nag, it just makes me nervous. And if you got caught and didn’t come home, and I didn’t know…”
“Hey.” Jared stops scanning the shelves and places his hands on Jensen’s arms to steady him, pausing until Jensen looks up to make eye contact. “I’m not mad,” he reassures, smiling softly at Jensen. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. And you shouldn’t worry about me. You’re the one under my protection, remember?”
He kisses Jensen’s forehead and Jensen smiles back, remembering now just why he fell for this alpha, even if Jared wasn’t always an upstanding citizen. “I’m always more comfortable when I’m with you.”
Jared kisses him again and moves on to wander the aisles some more, pausing when he gets to the makeup section. He picks up a small tube, opening and twisting it so that the lipstick inside is more exposed, his eyes flitting between it and Jensen. “I think this color might suit you.”
Jensen’s mouth falls open and he doesn’t know what to say. He’s never tried putting on makeup before. He’s always been told he’s pretty anyway.
“Not that you need it,” Jared clarifies as if reading Jensen’s thoughts. He steps closer, holding the tube out. “I just think it might be hot.” There’s suddenly a slight scent of musk drifting off of him and Jensen can recognize when his alpha has a kink. “Try it for me?”
Who is he to refuse? He takes the tube and applies it in what he guesses is the correct way. His guess must be right, because Jared grunts and starts searching for something else, coming back with mascara. Jensen remains quiet while Jared applies it for him, doing his best to keep from blinking.
“God, what that does to your eyes,” Jared murmurs as he stares down at him, thumb just barely ghosting over Jensen’s painted lip. His scent grows stronger and Jensen whimpers. “How lucky am I to have such a pretty little omega?”
Jensen swears he feels the mark Jared left on him warm at that remark, and then Jared’s moving away from him again but only briefly. He only goes just to the end of the aisle before coming back with something else in his hand.
“This really is a convenience store,” Jared chuckles as he holds up the Astroglide for Jensen to see. “Right where I needed it to be.”
Jensen swallows hard, willing to let his alpha take him anywhere but feeling nervous again, considering the situation. “Here?” he whispers, aware that the mascara he has on is emphasizing his widened eyes even more. His heart pounds, eyeing the Astroglide that Jared typically adds to their foreplay when Jensen isn’t in heat and doesn’t produce as much slick.
“Right here,” Jared answers as he moves closer, tearing the box open and tossing the packaging aside. It lands in an empty space on the makeup shelves, the tube still in Jared’s hand.
A sudden screeching sound breaks the silence and causes Jensen to nearly jump out of his skin. Jared also startles, but calms when they both realize it’s just a couple of cars racing down the darkened empty streets. The shock of it still has Jensen shaking, his heart racing from the sudden fear that they might be caught.
And then it hits him. And tonight suddenly makes so much more sense. The way he needed to stay close to Jared even if the crime made him nervous, and the irritability and change in his attitude when they’d first arrived. He knows he was likely already heading towards his heat and the stress of the situation was never going to be of help. He moans and can already feel the slick wetting his rim.
He knows the second that Jared scents him because the alpha suddenly drops the Astroglide as his pupils go wide and the smell of his musk grows so strong that it makes Jensen dizzy. “Oh, fuck. Did you just go into heat?”
“Please,” Jensen begs, and it might be the stress of being in the middle of burglarizing a convenience store, but he becomes incoherent quicker than he ever has when going into heat. He feels so hot and hard as he pants, already so wet with slick that he can barely stand it. He grabs on to Jared for support and Jared easily takes his weight. “Alpha,” Jensen moans, breathing more of Jared in.
If Jared’s scent hadn’t already made him dizzy, he’d certainly be dizzy from the way Jared spins him around and bends him over in the makeup aisle in a split-second, Jensen’s hands braced on that bit of empty shelving with the discarded Astroglide package. No need for that now.
His pants and underwear are down around his ankles before he can blink and he throbs with the need for Jared to take him immediately. But Jared’s hands are then trailing down the backs of his legs as he crouches behind Jensen and inhales, taking in the scent of his slick. He growls low in the back of his throat and Jensen whimpers and then yelps when Jared suddenly swipes his tongue through the slick over Jensen’s hole. “So sweet,” Jared moans, and Jensen knows that Jared loves his taste and would enjoy spending more time relishing it, but he can’t handle waiting any longer, especially here . He breathes a sigh of relief when Jared presses a finger deep inside of him, pushing back into it and moaning in appreciation when Jared doesn’t waste time in adding more. And yet it still feels like this is taking too long.
“Please,” Jensen repeats, this time sounding wrecked and desperate, his cock twitching as his hole grows even wetter, and Jared straightens and moves up close behind him.
“Of course,” Jared murmurs as he drops his own pants and grips Jensen’s hips. “All you ever have to do is ask.”
Jared satisfies his immediate need and shoves deep inside Jensen with one hard thrust. It feels like too much and not enough all at once and Jensen swears the sound that leaves his mouth echoes in the empty store, the tips of his fingers digging into the shelf in front of him. “Is that what you wanted?” Jared pants behind him as he thrusts again and Jensen just moans and clenches around him. “Does that feel good?”
He’s too strung out to even respond beyond the helpless noises that slip from his lips as Jared sets a relentless pace, fucking him hard right there in the aisle. He arches and pushes back, losing himself in the feel of Jared inside him, Jared’s scent in his nostrils, Jared’s hand now reaching for his cock.
The extra stimulation has him nearly sobbing and Jensen still somehow needs more . “Knot me,” he begs, feeling that thickness just nearing his rim and craving it more than anything. He even manages to widen his legs and bend forward more. “Please alpha, knot me.”
A few more thrusts and Jared groans and shoves his knot past Jensen’s rim to fill him completely, coming inside just as Jensen shudders and comes over Jared’s fingers and nearly collapses. He’s finally satisfied and he knows he’d only just gone into heat, but the relief of mating still hits Jensen as if he’d waited days. Then he remembers where they are and whimpers and squirms on Jared’s knot, his cheeks flushing hot at the thought of being stuck here like this.
“It’s okay,” Jared soothes and Jensen immediately calms. He chuckles and smoothes a hand over Jensen’s back. “This is why us criminal types come out late at night. Plenty of time to wait, take care of this, and be back home before anyone shows up to open the place.”
As wrong as it all might seem, Jared does turn out to be right. The store is clean (albeit missing a few items) and all appears normal by the time they leave to head home and curl up in bed before the sun even rises.
The only thing they left behind was the Astroglide box.