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Please check your email inbox to confirm your message and send it to our editorial team. Just this
once, he needs something perfect, something forbidden. Just look at you.” Jensen runs his hands
down Jared’s bare sides, and Jared shivers, almost trembling, skin breaking into goose bumps, cock
twitching and almost fully hard. “Hard just thinking about what the chain around your neck means,
how it reminds you that you belong to me.” Jensen’s fingertips graze lightly over his hips, leaving
chills in their wake, and Jared bites down harder against his lower lip. Jensen hums approval into his
mouth and Jared feels it all the way to his toes. Hands fitting to the space behind Jared's knees,
pushing Jared's thighs against his chest, he lines himself up between Jared's legs, head of his dick
nudging bare against Jared's opening. Updated - read all the short stories that come after this. OMG.
I want more. So hot and smutty and wonderful. His pants are sewn tighter at the ankle, giving them
a cuffed look, but though they’re loose, they don’t flare nearly as wide at any point as most of the
pictures he’s seen. It hangs like a low choker, and it’s invisible under the collar of any button down
shirt. Jensen is disarmed by the gentleness of it for a moment, and then he fits his hands against
Jared's cheeks, pulling him closer, deeper, mouth surging to meet his. Because I want you, you stupid
motherfucker, he thinks. With high hopes that you are putting pen to much more paper, Your Fan,
Don 3 likes Like Comment Amanda 982 reviews 61 followers September 8, 2012 2.5 stars I'm not
really sure how to rate this. Up, along the line of his jaw to the point of his chin, almost to where
Jensen still holds him, forcing his head back. He watches and feels Jared stiffen, gorgeous body
clamping down around Jensen's cock, head tipping back, mouth open and nails raking trails down
Jensen's back. Jared's eyes linger on Jensen's chest, tracing out the lines and muscle, warm, hungry
look in his eyes. Jensen just accepts it with Chad-- It’s easier that way, Jensen had told him once in an
extremely tired tone of voice. Jensen pushes aside the gurney he'd strapped Jared to earlier, stepping
closer to the gurney where 'Bilbo' lies, other man staring at him with glassy eyes that look nearly
black in the darkness. SOMEONE BRING A HOSE FOR THIS SHIT PLEASE. (there are also
post-epilogue stories!) adored fire-to-the-sheets fuzzy-feeling.more 3 likes Like Comment Becs 172
reviews July 20, 2012 So I put off writing a review for this one. I liked it.in the beginning. Some
damn hot scenes and the little bit of story line was pretty good. But this is Jared, and nothing about
Jared has ever been safe. He’s always gorgeous, with clothes or without them--though Jared has a
certain fondness for the hotness that is Jensen in a suit—but in this moment, he’s pretty fucking sure
he’s never seen Jensen look more amazing. It’s not the last time people are going to be looking at
them that way tonight, and Jared’s glad to see Jensen’s as unruffled as ever. So much that makes
sense now and so much more that doesn't, and he doesn't understand how it can be Jared. But there
are no lies here, just simple, honest truth; truth staring back at him from behind hazel eyes,
recognizing him, accepting him, wanting him, allowing him to exist exactly as he is. The only real
niggle I have about this one is that the epilogue was far too long, and started covering everything
with sugar. Seven, even six years ago, Jensen would have been asking the same question in a different
way all together, worried about Jared still wanting to be here. Will Peni defeat Atomic Lizard in time
to watch the most popular show ever, get the cool kids to notice her, finish her homework, and save
the world. Jensen’s fingers brush against his neck as he settles the necklace around Jared’s neck.
Jensen sets his hands on the gurney and pulls it across the tiled floor toward the free standing lights,
one wheel catching at the wrong angle with a screech before it rights itself. He pulls his hand from
Jared's body, pushes his jeans down past his hips and spits into the palm of his hand, stroking his fist
up and down the length of his cock. It fits snug, lock resting just in the hollow of his throat as
Jensen latches it closed. Reality slowly reasserting itself, he takes stock of the situation.
He watches, stunned as Jared blinks awake, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings against his cheek
before parting and opening. Had he actually penetrated him or was he still using his fingers. It’s a
long, lingering kiss this time, fingers of one hand sliding up into Jensen's hair, other resting on
Jensen's cheek, angling his face, tongue swirling against his, and he closes his hands around Jared's
cheeks, pulling him in closer, deeper. Just this once, he needs something perfect, something
forbidden. Monster creeping around the edges of his form, pushing through the careful veneer of
'man' he keeps in place, and Jared had taken it all, asked for more. The pointed tip of Jared's tongue
flashes out as he draws a deep breath; a snake tasting the air. Jared is gorgeous, incendiary, twisting
and writhing on the end of his cock, head thrown back and mouth open as he moans between short,
jagged breaths. He devours Jared's mouth with greedy licks and bites, hands sliding out from under
Jared's thighs, grabbing him by the waist as he spins them around, going to his knees. Blood has
never called to him with its taste, only ever wanting to watch it flow and fall, but Jared isn't his
victim; Jared is offering this to him like he's offered everything else, and Jensen wants to taste it,
wants to see how deep it goes. Jensen’s cheek grazing his chin, teeth scraping along the bone, “Still
not enough for you, is it?” Jensen’s voice is a sinuous whisper against his skin, and he shudders.
There are people scattered all over in an array of colors, smooth lines of suits and the glimmer of
gowns, most of them sitting at tables with their drinks, talking, too early and not brave enough to be
dancing yet. It dawns on him then that there's a world outside of this room, a reality he hasn't been
part of or even thought about for countless hours now. There's almost as much of a thrill in cutting
into a live body to save a life as there is cutting into one to kill someone. He interjects some humor
into the situation and this balances things a bit because you'll need to laugh once in a while so your
face doesn't melt off from the heat. He gathers up his things, throwing one last glance over his
shoulder at Jared, those bare, massive shoulders moving as he begins to work on dismembering their
victim, and feels something warm bloom in his stomach. And fuck yes, this, always this; Jensen’s
mouth on his, body and hands wrapped around him, fucking him and kissing him like this, like
Jared’s all that exists. Jared's brows draw together, slight frown marring his forehead, but he doesn't
ask anything else, lets his hands trail away from Jensen's body. Except this time, Jensen’s beside him,
exactly where Jared always wanted him, walking into the room together, tall and proud. He shoves
his hand into his front pants pocket, digging out his phone and pressing the button. He narrows his
eyes at Jared, promising more torture later, and then turns to go answer the door. But we use a
different translation in our Bible studies and I was wondering if you’d be willing to make a version
where I could enter my own verses. He laces their fingers together and sets Jared’s palm against the
gearshift underneath his hand, fingers closing their hands to grip it. It's everything the monster in
him could have hoped for. Jared doesn't move, staring at Bilbo for a long moment before he finally
relents, straightening to his full height. Fingers releasing their grip between his legs, cupping Jared’s
sac and feeling, fingers playing, testing, teasing through the material. “Can feel how ready you are.
Like two normal people who didn't spend their night slicing up a murderer together. He hadn’t cared
about much of anything back then, hadn’t had any goals or thoughts for a future. Jared can't speak,
but he answers Jensen just the same, his eyes a language all their own, poems and novels whispered
deep into Jensen's mind as he waits to see if Jensen will do it; press the knife just a little bit harder,
break the seal of flesh. He pushes down just slightly, toying at cutting off Jared's airflow, feeling
Jared's hips buck against him in response, moan issuing from deep within his chest. Sliding smoothly
inside, filling him all the way to the bottom in one quick stroke and he can’t fucking breathe.
Breathing in and out, slow and steady, stripped bare beneath the plastic, but he doesn't look
cheapened, diminished, lying there like Jensen's kills usually do. It's a slow, mesmerizing seduction
and Jensen is fairly sure it shouldn't be turning him on as much as it is. This is why many people
tolerate that poets who wr. The sensation slingshots through him, setting every nerve on edge like
he’s catching on fire. He tugs his teeth free of Jared's throat, taking the skin with him for an instant
before he releases, pulling back to see Jared's face. Not sure I will continue with the series but I
recommend it for a light steamy read. Sometimes Jensen wishes he was as good at lying to himself
as he is at lying to other people. For example, believing that classrooms have no windows and that a
student staying behind every day after class could go unnoticed etc. I seriously giggled, because,
COME ON, can you get more cliche than having a 16-year-old boy ruined forever because the hot,
older woman he's fucking doesn't believe in love. It's not a question he's ever had to consider before,
the answer seemingly known, forgone. But this is Jared, and nothing about Jared has ever been safe.
So much has changed, but there's so much more that hasn't. He runs his finger under the edge, slides
out the card. Jared turns him around with little touches against Jensen's bare sides, fingertips tracing
out the muscles in his chest before they slide around him, arms crushing Jensen close, mouth lowering
to kiss his. The black fedora with a white band is simple and elegant, completing the look. Jared is
gorgeous, incendiary, twisting and writhing on the end of his cock, head thrown back and mouth
open as he moans between short, jagged breaths. It’s not the last time people are going to be looking
at them that way tonight, and Jared’s glad to see Jensen’s as unruffled as ever. The darkness in him is
simple, uncomplicated, complete in its corruption but without layers, or depth. He'd thought Ben had
been killed as a message that the killer was watching Jensen. This is RPF, I guess, but. well.
ETHICS. Jared is Jensen's HIGH SCHOOL student when they start fucking. Jensen imagines that
must make it all the more terrifying. Bilbo might be a killer, but he's a mindless street thug, a
crocodile gnashing its teeth. He comes back with some plastic containers, and sets them on the table
by the door. Eyes fixed on the point of the blade, Jared digs the tip in, blood rising eagerly in a circle
around it before spilling over in a trickle, traveling along the groove of the vein above the skin.
Jensen gets this vague smirk and shrugs one shoulder and mentions the cut being flattering. Jensen’s
cheek grazing his chin, teeth scraping along the bone, “Still not enough for you, is it?” Jensen’s voice
is a sinuous whisper against his skin, and he shudders. It was intense, intimate, very nearly violent,
yet Jared's fingers stroke along his scalp with a feeling like comfort, and Jensen thinks maybe he's
more confused than he has ever been. He lifts his chin just a fraction, as much as he can with the
plastic that binds his head against the gurney, an entreaty and an offering, and stares into Jensen's
eyes. Jared moves his feet apart, and Jensen bites him hard teeth closing around a knob of bone in
Jared’s spine. Jared's cheeks are flushed, features shiny with sweat, lips kissed red and swollen, eyes
slack and fixed on Jensen with raw need, so honest and so completely given to the moment.
Chad and Misha are going to find out eventually, and then they'll probably wonder why he hadn't
told them in the first place. Instead, they just had amazing sex and Jared's running his fingertips
along the curve of Jensen's skull asking if Jensen's all right like he actually cares. He's sure if he
talked about it other people would sense the wrongness in him just as his partners do if he takes too
long, and keeping quiet also keeps him from having to explain that all of his encounters have been
one time affairs. Jensen lifts the pink box lid, eyeing the remaining choices inside, considering
carefully before he pulls out a chocolate-cake glazed doughnut. This is dangerous in a way none of
his other kills have been; besides his father, he has never known any of them personally, certainly
never been attracted to any of them. He lifts his arms, puts his hands together above his head, palms
resting against the cool wall. I'm probably breaking a fanfic rule by reviewing this. He attaches the
single chain to the waistline and lets it loop down just under his knee, fastening it to his right pocket.
Blood wells fresh from the slight cut, trickling down the pulse line of Jared's throat. If Jensen were
on the other end of this knife, he wouldn't question it either. He’s coasting pretty on his parents
generous school donations—until his seventh period Physics teacher gets replaced with the
maddening, infuriating, gorgeous Mr. Ackles. Jared’s gotten by all his life on his money and his
charm, but Mr. Ackles seems to think he needs some. Jensen trails down slowly through the line
separating Jared’s stomach muscles, mouth brushing Jared’s throat. Combustion! He wants more and
getting into Jensen's pants is now his sole mission in life. He’s got his thumb and forefinger wrapped
around the brim of his black hat, tugging it down just a fraction, and from here, all Jared can see is
the angular curves of his jaw pointing down against his chest, that full mouth and nose just barely
highlighted shadow cut from the light of the room. They gleam, looking sharp as the rest of him as
he stands up, and he puts the hat on last, adjusting it. The platinum chain strung between them glints
in the light, tiny shape of a three dimensional lock dangling from the center. He hadn't imagined the
killer—Jared, had experienced emotions to cause it. So much of his life was wrapped up in this
place, once, and it seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago. Here I am, trying to dispense my pearls
of wisdom to you--”. There’s new tile on the floor with swirling gray, delicate veins through white to
match the marble countertops, cabinets newer, smoother, gleaming white, but those things are small
changes. He knows he doesn't deserve anything like comfort, anything like caring; he knows what
he is. Sorry? age-gap m-m 25 likes Like Comment Monique 1,024 reviews 380 followers August 25,
2012 My first Fanfic and I am speechless!.review to follow, when life lets me catch up. This time
when Jared calls, Chad picks up right away and there isn’t a single sound in the background, and
Jared takes that as his cue. He knows it’s selfish in a way, not to ask, to just let Jensen do this
without making sure if Jensen’s really okay with it. At about 85-90% I was just ready to be done, I
skipped entire sex scenes. You think he’s gonna pelt everybody with fuckin’ Geritol. Please be
considerate and respectful to each other. Jared has a crowd of adoring interns, possesses that
brilliant, boyish smile and easy charm. And the endless mindblowing orgasms are the most believable
part of the story: I'm pretty sure if a student stays behind with the teacher in a locked classroom after
school every single day someone notices. The journey their relationship eventually takes them on
turns out to be far more than either of them ever bargained for.