Undercover- J2

Chapter Six

Jared leaned into Mark's embrace as the two sat on the couch watching some baseball game. Jared wasn't much into sports but he knew Mark enjoyed it so he didn't complain. The game was nearly over when Mark moved his hand down Jared's leg, squeezing briefly at his upper thigh. Jared looks away from the screen to see that Mark wasn't watching anymore either but instead was looking down at Jared, a slight smirk on his lips.

"What?" Jared giggles, hiding face in Mark's chest in embarrassment.

"You're wearing the shorts I got you," Mark whispers, leaning down so he can nip at Jared's ear.

Jared flushes even deeper. He looks down at the shorts Mark had gotten him a few weeks ago. Never in a million years had Jared seen himself wearing something so short, the material barely even covering his ass and bulge. However, he knew Mark would get angry if he didn't wear it.

"Do you like them?" Jared asks, biting his lip as he rubs a finger down Mark's bare bicep.

"Do I like them?" Mark scoffs before kissing Jared. "I think you should wear stuff like that for me all the time."

Jared's smile falters for only a second, but Mark doesn't notice and he keeps going.

"But, I think you'd look hotter with them off," Mark says huskily, immediately reaching to take the tight shorts off of Jared. Jared doesn't think as he puts a hand on Mark's, a silent halt. Mark goes rigid, his hand stopping on Jared's thigh. "What are you doing?"

"I-" Jared had no words. He could feel a headache start to bloom as the tension grew into an upcoming fight.

Mark replies before Jared can say anymore, "After everything I give you, you still can't even return the favor. You're good at one fucking thing, and that's laying there and being my fucking bitch, and you can't even do that for me. You're so fucking pathetic."

Mark gets up and leaves toward their bedroom, leaving Jared on the couch alone. After a few minutes of being in silence, Jared whispers a soft curse to himself and gets up. He tiptoes his way to the bed where Mark laid, his back toward Jared.

"Mark..." Jared whispered quietly. No reply. He tries again. "I'm sorry."

Jared sighs when he still gets no response. Mark was clearly playing the silent treatment which always seemed to hurt worse than any slap.

"Mark please talk to me. I'm really sorry," Jared begs again. He closes his eyes and lets out a breath. "I'll let you fuck me. I won't struggle, I promise."

Mark huffs in response but he still doesn't say anything.

"I'll blow you and I'll ride you and-" Jared struggles to come up with things, "and you can cum on my face."

Jared knew that would get Mark's attention. Mark knew how much he despised getting cum on his face, but yet it seemed to drive him crazy.

"Fine," Mark eventually mutters, turning on his back and pulling the blanket off his legs. Jared couldn't help but smile at the small victory of Mark talking to him again. However, the victory was short lived as he realized he had to hold up his end of the bargain.

As soon as his mouth touched his boyfriend's cock, Mark gripped onto his hair and forced him to deep throat him till his throat was sore and his eyes were leaking with tears. As promised, Jared let him come on his face, the look of disgust hidden beneath white ropes. Mark gathered the majority of it with a finger before placing it all on the flat of Jared's tongue.

Mark was back to full hardness in no time as Jared straddled his waist. He prepped himself quickly before he began fucking himself onto Mark. He closed his eyes and tried to feel some sort of pleasure, but he couldn't. He was tired and sore and aching until there was nothing left to feel. He got Mark off quickly before sliding off of him and onto the bed.

"You're forgiven," is all Mark says before rolling away from Jared and falling asleep.

Jared laid there for a few more hours, unable to sleep. His mind rolled over everything Mark had said about him being useless and pathetic. It was sad that Jared believed him.

His mind somehow managed to wander to Jensen. He didn't want the guy to fail his class, and he didn't want to be the reason either. Perhaps Mark was wrong about him being only a fuck toy. He could make himself useful by helping Jensen, but at what cost? He knew that Mark would never allow it. Mark was too jealous to let Jared have a girl friend let alone a guy one.

He looked at Mark as he slept, Maybe he didn't have to know. Jared worried at his bottom lip at just the thought of lying to Mark. Mark would be so livid if he found out, but yet the idea of helping the freckled, stranger made it not so scary. Jared smiled to himself. He barely knew the kid and yet he was willing to risk his everything for him to pass some stupid class. With that, he began to plan. 

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Mark seemed to have forgotten last night's incident as he kissed Jared good morning before leaving to go to a friend's.

Jared got up soon after, deciding to study in the library today. He tried to look somewhat decent as he gathered his studying materials before walking to the campus library. He found a secluded spot in the corner and sat, pulling out his law book in the process. He was mid-chapter when he felt eyes on him. Sure enough, two familiar green eyes are staring at him before quickly looking away.

Jared bit the inside of his cheek as he debated going through with this. He eventually built up the courage as he placed his textbook to the side and got up. He walked up to Jensen who was pretending to read a book.

"I thought about your offer," Jared said in a low voice, glancing around to see if anyone was listening.

"And?" Jensen inquired, putting the book down. 

"I'll do it, but," Jared says, adding on before Jensen could say anything, "it will have to be by my rules."

"Of course," Jensen replied, a small smile on his face. Jared hadn't noticed how much older Jensen looked compared to everyone else, but he ignored it as he gave a small smile back. "What are these rules, then?"

"Well, first," Jared started, suddenly feeling nervous. He wasn't used to being this demanding, "it has to be here. Nowhere else."

He knew Mark would never step foot in the library, so here was better than anywhere to hide from his boyfriend.

"Okay."

"Also, I can only do Tuesdays and Fridays from 2 to 4," Jared added. Mark was usually gone at friends at that time.

"How much are you wanting?" Jensen asks, surprising Jared.

"What?" Jared asks, his brows creasing in confusion.

"You can't expect me not to pay you for helping me," Jensen laughs.

"I-uh- there's no need for that," Jared laughed nervously, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Mark would start asking questions if he started mysteriously getting money. Plus, he really didn't need it. Mark insisted he pay for everything since his family was loaded. He even paid for whatever scholarships didn't cover for Jared's schooling. 

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll gladly pay you for your time," Jensen smiled.

"So we have a deal?" Jared asks.

"Deal," Jensen replies, sticking his hand out. Jared ponders for a moment before taking the outstretched hand and shaking it. Jensen's grip is strong before he lets go, and even as he pulls away, he can still feel the contact on his hand.

"I should go..." Jared mutters, more to himself than to Jensen.

"Alright," Jensen replies, but Jared can hear the disappointment in his voice. He covers it up immediately though. "I'll see you on Friday."

"See ya," Jared says before gathering his things and leaving. He heads back home to find Mark waiting for him. He lets out a breath, praying Mark won't find out what he's planning on doing.