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Entry tags:	fanfic, kept, rps

Fic: A Kept Boy 25/?
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Slavefic AU. Language. Dark themes.
Disclaimer: This is in no way a true story.
Word Count: 1,306
AN: Previous parts found here. Banner by the lovely and generous bloodquartz.

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"Hey, Jensen. Got a minute?" Jared drops next to Jensen in the sand. It wakes Jensen out of a half-doze he hadn't even realized he'd fallen in, baked warm by the bonfire and pleasantly full of Sam's excellent cooking.

Jensen blinks stupidly at Jared for a few seconds before he manages to dig himself in and sit up, with a murmured, "Sure."

They're not alone by the fireside, but they might as well be. Jeff, Kane, Zach, Sam and some of the others are still loudly playing touch football a little further down the beach, raucous ghosts. Adrienne is curled up across the fire, asleep in a coat he last saw on Sandy, who is passing a joint and giggling quietly with Chad not far from Adrienne.

"What's up?" he asks, still trying to bring his brain online. A moment later, he could kick himself. Jared probably wants sex. Of course he does. It's that time of night and already some of the house-slaves have gone back to the house or faded into the darkness. Jared's body language isn't particularly seductive—hunch shouldered and head down, picking at the frays on the hem of his jeans—but with someone like Jensen, seduction's not expected or required. He's always a sure thing.

On the other hand, Jeff said he doesn't have to fuck Jared. In fact, he seemed pretty distressed that Jensen had. And that makes Jensen's choices crystal clear.

"I'm not going to fuck you." There's no point in pussy-footing around it and Jensen's had to put up will ill-will from other slaves before. No one likes the body-slaves. Not really. At least he and Jared won't have any reason to interact after this. That's a plus.

Jared's eyes dart at Jensen, a fast, wet gleam through his messy bangs. "Yeah, I know." Jared tugs at a trailing tag of denim, ripping the jeans further. "Um. I mean, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"You want to talk about not fucking me?" Jensen repeats. It amuses him for some reason.

"No. I just. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Jensen doesn't mean to keep parroting Jared's words, but the apology is wholly unexpected. He doesn't even know what Jared's apologizing for. "The sex was fine, Jared. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about."

"Okay, but that's not really true, is it?" Jared's jaw squares up tautly as he meet's Jensen's eyes. "Because you didn't want to be having sex with me in the first place."

There's a grain of grit in the corner of Jensen's eye. He thumbs it out and flicks it away. Across the sand, Zach and Kane both tackle Jeff, dragging him down like two wolves on a deer. He wonders if Jeff will accept a massage before bed. Then he wonders if he should worry about the fact that he's getting used to all this. Turning back to Jared, he asks, "What does it matter? Was the sex bad? Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I…" Jared drags his hair back from his forehead. "Yeah, of course I liked it, Jensen, that's not the point. The point is, I thought we were friends. If you didn't want to have sex, you should've told me. You should've said something."

"Jared—" Jensen's never had to explain himself to someone who wasn't an owner. It's a weird and itchy feeling and he's not sure why Jared seems so fucking upset over the whole thing. He falls back on the tried and true. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I just. I feel like a rapist, Jensen. I feel…I feel like one of them, like one of those guys that raped you, just because they could, because you were there and so goddamn gorgeous—"

"I was never raped!" Despite the roaring heat of the fire slowly crisping his front, Jensen feels cold, pulling himself up even straighter. "Never! Every sexual act I've ever performed was at the behest of my master—"

"Wait." Jared holds up a hand, ducking his head again. "Wait. Please. This…isn't how I wanted this to go. Can we start over?"

"What for?" Jensen picks up a handful of sand and flings it aimlessly at the fire. "We had sex. It wasn't what either of us thought it was, but we did it and now it's over. I get that you feel bad about it. I don't get why, but I understand you do. So fine. You didn't rape me, but I accept your freaking apology. Okay? Now can we just drop it?"

"Uh. Yeah." Jared flaps his hands helplessly, looking strangely small and really freaking young. "Yeah, if that's what you want."

"That's what I want," Jensen confirms. "It's not a big deal."

He thinks that Jared mutters something along the lines of, "It's a big deal to me," but he's not really sure because Jeff has begged out of the football game and is limping back toward the fire, favoring the same leg that has a thin surgical scar bisecting his knee.

"Wuss!" Kane calls after Jeff and then turns around and tackles Zach.

Jensen scrambles to his feet but, uncharacteristically, he hesitates a moment, standing over Jared. "Jared…" He trails off a minute, not sure how to continue the thought. Then, in a rush, "Jared, you're an okay guy. It was nice with you. I got off. I don't really know what else you want from me, but you need to understand. I'm here because of Jeff. Everything I do, it's because of Jeff. He's my master. He's your master, too. Slaves don't have time to be friends."

He doesn't look at Jared's face as he walks past, feet slipping in the sand as he goes to Jeff.

"Hey." Jeff looks tired and, for once, he doesn't resist or protest as Jensen eases under Jeff's arm to support him.

"Hey." Jensen matches his pace to Jeff's, glad there's no big inequality in their heights. The informality feels strange on his tongue, but if Jeff's not going to sell him (yet), Jensen has to learn to adapt to what Jeff wants from him.

As long as he doesn't forget that it's only that…adaptation.

"Do you want to go back to the fire, or up to the house?" Jensen asks. "I was thinking… Maybe a massage?"

Jeff groans blissfully. "God, that sounds like heaven. Though truthfully, I don't know if I could even stay awake long enough to enjoy it. I'm bushed."

House it is. "I don't mind."

"I… Yeah. Okay. Damn you and your magic hands anyway." Jeff says the words without heat, leaning comfortably against Jensen's side. At the foot of the stairs up to the garden, Jeff catches onto the railing and says casually, "So I saw you and Jared talking."

Jensen sorts through his words like a hand of cards, deciding what will make the best play. He settles on a simple, "Yeah." Jeff, like most of the people around like, likes to talk. Give him room to talk and maybe Jensen can get a better idea of what he's looking to hear.

"You guys all right?" There's a questioning note to Jeff's voice that goes past idle curiosity. It's not a surprise; Jensen's already tipped to the fact that Jeff seems to care a great deal that they all get along.

"Yeah, we're fine." As the darkness enfolds them again, Jensen glances back at Jared. Chad has abandoned Sandy to settle on the log nearest Jared, who's still sitting slump-shouldered in the sand. Chad has one skinny arm around Jared's neck, their heads bent together. It's too far for Jensen to make out any more than that, but he doesn't need to. Jared has his friends. And Jensen has Jeff.

Everything is as it should be.