Jensen had seen his clients son grow up, up from a mischievous adorable little boy, into a mischievous and flirtatious and overly tall teen who needed to be put over Jensens knee and spanked hard.
Not that he’d dare tell his client that, Jensen doubted Mr Padalecki would approve of his bodyguard slamming that frustratingly dazzling smile of his son into a pillow and yanking down those pants to see that sweet virgin pink hole just waiting to be ruined.
“Hi.” Jared grinned at him, all too innocently, all too knowingly, leaning back on the green truck he’d been bought for his 16th birthday and watching as Jensen helped Mr Padalecki into the awaiting limo.
Once safely ensconced inside the car, Mr Padalecki was blissfully unaware of Jensen turning to his son, giving him a teeth clenching snarl, and a possessive secret smile of his own.
Well, it wasn’t really such a virgin pink hole anymore, not for some weeks now, and with the lip biting flick of his tongue Jared gave him in return, Jensen knew he’d find him in his bedroom tonight, pink gole gaping and prepared as Jensen would grab those slender hips and bury himself hard.
Feeling very emotional over the fact that J2 went through a very public and messy rough patch only to come back stronger than ever and still be so in love with each other.
It sounds so cheesy but I truly believe they’re soulmates and were made for each other.
