RockStarPeach

Title: Your Intention
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/MC
Rating: Adult
Word count: 4300
Summary: Jensen is a stressed out business man and Jared always knows just how to get him to relax. He knows when to back off, when to push and when to use the slave he made Jensen buy for them. Jensen usually fights him, but Jared really does know best. Schmoop and porn. Slave!fic with a twist.
A/N: Based on the blindfold_spn prompt Image Businessman!Jensen in a limo on the way to the office/a party, in full business/formal attire. The only thing bare is his cock, which is in the mouth of a naked collared slave - whose job it is to get Jensen off by the time the limo arrives at Jensen's destination.

***

Jared crosses his arms over his chest, kicks one ankle over the other and digs his toe into the floor as he leans back against the door frame and smiles.

Jensen looks perfect, suit immaculately tailored and pressed, fits him like a glove, hugs all the right curves and angles and accentuates his assets. His hair is slicked down, the usual haphazard tangle of his spikes tamed, every strand in place, tie knot perfectly sized and perfectly centred as he stands over his desk, bent forward slightly and shuffling through a sea of loose paper.

He’s got one plain black binder open, flipping through the pages with one hand while he gathers up the scattered ones piece by piece, putting spreadsheets and third quarter projections and everything else he’s been working on for the last six months into the proper order for this morning’s presentation.

It’s a merger, Jensen says, not a buyout. He’s lying, everyone knows he’s lying because if things go the way Jensen thinks they will, Collins Corp will become part of Ackles International, assume the name and Jensen will call all the shots. And according to the five year plan that Jensen is currently laying out, page by page, all their subsidiaries will soon fall in line and at the end of Jensen’s carefully thought out strategy, Misha won’t even be a partner on paper anymore, just senior vice president of something or other, taking home a token stipend while Jensen will own everything outright.

It’s what Jensen does and he’s good at it and he’s sexy as fuck while he rules that boardroom with Jared by his side, taking notes, studying people. Jared’s almost always hard during Jensen’s meetings, always has to focus his concentration to take down the minutes instead of imagining himself face down over the conference table with Jensen behind him. He has to fight to keep his fingers poised over the keyboard and his mind on acquisitions and pushing Jensen’s 3:00 back because his 1:30 is running late.

It’s not always easy, but he does it and he’s as good at what he does as Jensen is.

Jared is Jensen’s personal secretary, the highest profile (and the highest paid) in the sate. He’s the best, indispensible. He runs Jensen’s entire life, professional and personal, and does it without breaking a sweat. Jensen would be lost without him, but it’s not why they’re together. Not entirely, anyway.

Jensen takes Jared’s advice, does what he says because Jared pays attention to the little things, things Jensen often misses. Jared has Jensen’s entire day planned out to the minute – just the way Jensen likes it – before Jensen gets into the office and whether Jensen likes it or not, Jared forces some down time on him each and every day. Makes him take a few hours out each day after supper without any plans at all.

If he didn’t, he’s sure Jensen’s blood pressure would be through the roof and he’d be heading towards his second heart attack by now, and he’s barely into his thirties.

Others have tried and failed to break Jensen of his obsessively strict nature, his need for regulation and order and his stubborn desire to work himself into an early grave. Jared fails too, a lot of the time, but he succeeds when it really matters. And not just because he won’t put out if Jensen doesn’t listen.

Oh, it helps. So does forcing Jensen to sleep in one of the guest rooms for a few nights if he doesn’t do what Jared tells him. As does the fact that Jensen is completely and totally in love with him. The real reason though, is Jared is smart. He picks his battles and he knows when to back off. Knows when to let Jensen think he’s in control and knows exactly how to skew the conversation so that Jensen thinks it’s his idea to take a few days off and head to Fiji or let Jared book them couples massages every Sunday night. Or buy them a slave.

Jensen really fought him on that last one.

”What the fuck do we need a slave for?” Jensen almost growled, slamming his empty coffee mug down on the breakfast counter after the seventh or eighth time Jared brought it up.

“We don’t need one,” Jared answered calmly as he reached over to the counter to grab the coffee pot and refill Jensen’s cup. “I just think it couldn’t hurt.”

Jensen narrowed his eyes and took a large gulp of his drink before letting out a long breath.

“What, like when I’m working late and you need to get laid? Forget it. What, I’m not enough for you?”

“Of course you are,” Jared answered, fighting to keep his voice level, to stay reasonable. He was getting so sick of this same old stupid argument but blowing up at Jensen was never the way to get him to come around. He had to be sneakier than that. “And this isn’t about me. You’re on edge, Jensen. All the time. And it’s taking a toll on your work. On us. We’re fighting. Fighting so much that I’m not sure how much more we can take. Wouldn’t it be better if there was someone else around, to help us relax?”

“No!” Jensen snapped. “What part of ‘I don’t want you fucking around’ do you not get?”

“Okay. Then help you relax. I won’t use him, I promise. But Jensen… I can’t always be here to stop you from having an aneurism and I need someone I can count on, someone to help you relieve some tension when I’m not around, or I’m too tired. When you’re jittery and antsy like this, you make bad decisions and your whole company suffers. Our relationship suffers.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. I love you, Jensen. I’m only thinking of what’s best. For us, for Ackles International. Please.”



Jensen didn’t give in that morning. Or the one after that or the one after that. It took months. Several well-reasoned arguments, a handful of thinly veiled threats and not a few instances of outright pleading, but eventually Jensen gave in and they brought young Matt home, set him up in the south wing.

He’s got four rooms all to himself and Jensen leaves him alone for the most part. Lets him do what he wants, come and go as he pleases unless Jared calls for him. And even then Jensen has a rule that if Matt already has plans, they leave him alone and call back later.

It’s unusual, but not overly so. A lot of slaves have very normal lives outside their master’s homes (and inside them for that matter). They have hobbies, pets, even keep in contact with friends and family members.

Jensen pushes that illusion of freedom to the extreme, though. In fact Matt has a girlfriend who spends more than a couple of nights a week with him and he’s kept up his studies part time at the local college. By the time his contract with them is up he’ll have graduated with a degree in business, but given the way Jensen treats him, Jared won’t be surprised if he signs on again with them instead of finding something else.

He’s contractually obligated to do whatever Jensen and Jared tell him to, so long as it’s not abusive or dangerous, but Jensen doesn’t really want Matt there at all and he takes advantage of every excuse he can find not to use him for what they bought him for.

Jared tells him he should get his money’s worth, but Jensen just raises an eyebrow every time, because what Matt cost them isn’t even a drop in the bucket. Jensen pays more on landscaping every year, and that guy only comes out for a few hours once a week.

Twenty -five thousand a year for five years, to be paid at the end of the term, with an option for contract extension if both parties are amenable. Room and board included. Pretty standard.

Jared’s trained him though, a personal side project when Jensen isn’t around and Matt knows to always be available for Jensen no matter what Jensen says. If Jensen asks for him Matt says ‘no, sir, no plans, happy to help’ even if he’d been on his way to visit his gimp sister in the nursing home. The fact that he doesn’t have a gimp sister in a nursing home makes Jared feel a little better about monopolising all his time like he does, but still. Matt’s their slave, he does what he’s told and he doesn’t complain.

Jared gets jerked out of his thoughts when Jensen curses softly, slams his hand down on a half-stacked pile of paper and lifts his other hand in the air. His fingers clench and flex, hover over his hair and he obviously wants to run them through it but he knows he’ll only mess it up. Instead his hand sits there impotently and he grinds his teeth together, moving one pile of papers and harshly flipping through another.

He always gets stressed out like this before a big meeting. Always worries he won’t do well but it’s bullshit. He just needs to take a step back, chill out for a few minutes and get back in the game when he’s thinking straight. Needs to get out of his own head for just a little while and then he’s back with a vengeance, calm and cool and collected, in control. Kicking ass and taking names.

Usually Jared’s the one to get him there, but when Jared can’t for some reason, that’s what they’ve got Matt for.

“You’re stressed,” Jared says, smirks a little when Jensen jumps, obviously not realising Jared was there. Jared crosses the room to stand behind his husband, lifts his hands up and places them on Jensen’s shoulders, kneads his thumbs into the muscle in a deep massage and he’s surprised when he gets away with it for all of five seconds before Jensen shrugs him off.

“Don’t,” Jensen says, not taking his eyes off the papers in front of him. “You’ll wrinkle my jacket.”

Jared laughs, slinks his hands up Jensen’s arms gently enough that he can’t complain and gently grinds his crotch against Jensen from behind.

“You need to relax,” he says, low in Jensen’s ear and doesn’t get too disappointed when Jensen doesn’t respond to the blatant flirting. “You’ll do fine. You always do fine. By six o’clock tonight Misha will be in your back pocket and we’ll be back home eating steak.”

“Mmm,” Jensen mumbles, a noncommittal grunt and flips yet another page. It’s cute, how he thinks he can possibly fix anything that’s wrong at this point. Not that anything could possibly be wrong, not after the hundred or so times Jensen has already been over his notes.

“Let’s fuck. Take the edge off,” Jared says, pushing closer so he’s pressed up tight against Jensen’s back, licking a swipe across Jensen’s neck and under his ear. His dick twitches, starts to press into Jensen’s ass and Jensen roughly elbows Jared back, steps away and looks back at him, scowling.

“We don’t have time,” he says, voice low and final. “This meeting is important, Jared.”

“Okay,” Jared says, taking a step back and raising his hands in surrender, like a good boy. It’s the first step to getting Jensen to do things his way and smart as his husband is, Jared’s honestly surprised he hasn’t figured out how Jared plays him so well. “But it’s a thirty minute ride in to work. How ‘bout I blow you in the limo, on the way there?”

“No,” Jensen says sharply, eyes narrowing even more. He’s goddamn adorable like this, all strict and uncooperative. At least, Jared thinks he is, which is probably why Jared married him. He’s like this a lot. “You need to look just as good I do today, Jared. I don’t want you going in there with scuffed knees and swollen lips. People knowing you suck my dick is one thing, but flaunting it in a meeting is unprofessional.”

Of course. Jared hadn’t actually expected him to say ‘yes’.

“Fine,” he says, pitching his voice light and soft, slow like he’s making a concession. “We’ll bring Matt. He can help you out and the two of us will still be immaculate when we walk into that boardroom. Deal?”

Jensen looks like he’s going to argue for a minute, but he must know how bad he really does need to relax because he relents with a nod and slight smile, blows out a long breath between his lips.

“Get him ready for me?” he asks, giving Jared a peck on the cheek as he ducks his head again and gets back to his notes. Jared shakes his head and covers his mouth to hide his chuckle as he walks out the door and down the hall, Jensen’s sharp call of “ten minutes!” sounding behind him and making him smile wider.

***

Jared and Matt are waiting in the back of the limo five minutes later.

Matt’s on his knees, shoulder width apart with his hands clasped loosely behind his back, his eyes facing blankly forward and his chin tilted up, proudly. He’s completely naked save the black leather collar around his neck, the collar he only wears when Jared and Jensen have need of his services and he’s completely shameless. He knows that they both find him attractive, he knows that Jensen has never had a complaint about his performance, so he’s never had any reason to be anything other than completely confident.

He’d still been sleeping when Jared knocked on his door, but when Jared said he was needed – clothing unnecessary – he’d slipped out of bed, ran his toothbrush over his teeth quickly, grabbed his collar from his dresser and followed Jared down to the car.

He’s always good. Never, ever gives Jared a hard time. Probably because he knows he’s got a sweet deal here, Jensen using him maybe two or three times a month, tops, and the rest of his time is his, with a pretty unlimited budget. They don’t pay him per se, aside from what’s stated in the contract (he’s a slave, not a whore) but they gave him a credit card when he moved in, for whatever he needs, and he’s not shy about using it.

Jared settles into corner seat, slouches down a little and lets his eyes rake appreciatively over Matt’s naked form. The guy is damn fine looking, he’s got to admit. He did a great job picking him out and he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about using him himself. But, Jensen doesn’t want that and really, Jared doesn’t need it. Jensen does and if Jared made even one wrong move that Jensen found out about he’d sent Matt packing, pay off his contract all at once and tell him to stay far, far away and Jared doesn’t want that.

He wanted Matt here for a reason and he wants to keep him here. Besides, he wasn’t lying when he said that Jensen really is enough for him.

Ten minutes to the second after Jared left Jensen’s office, Jensen folds himself into the seat next to Jared, closing the door behind him.

Jared straightens himself out slightly, flattens the front of his pants which does nothing to hide his semi but at least smoothes out the wrinkles and that’s the only thing Jensen really cares about.

“Hey baby,” Jared says, turning his head to accept a kiss from Jensen as the older man shifts a little closer, places his briefcase on the bench next to him and adjusts his tie. He tugs on the lines of his jacket and pulls on his pants so they sit properly. Because it’s not enough to look perfect during the meeting, he has to look perfect just as they exit the limo, in case anyone happens to be there, happens to be watching.

Jared manages not to roll his eyes, but it’s close. He loves Jensen with all his heart but the guy is neurotic.

“Do you have your laptop?” Jensen asks as soon as his lips leave Jared’s.

“Yes,” Jared sighs. “I have my laptop. I have my cell phone – on vibrate – I have the itinerary. I called the caterer, called her again, called IT three times so all your equipment is set up. I called the limo company first thing this morning to make sure they know who they’re picking up at the airport and when and at what gates. It’s under control, Jensen.”

Jensen breathes a soft sigh of relief beside him but Jared can still feel tension where their shoulders touch.

“Thanks,” Jensen tells him, forcing a smile. “You’re the best. Seriously, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“Well,” Jared says, leaning back in the seat again and urging Jensen to do the same with a hand pressed lightly to his chest. “I know what you can do with me. Spread your legs.”

Jensen blinks and then turns his head to look at Matt, like it’s the first time he’s even registered the man’s presence in the entire two minutes they’ve been driving.

“Right,” Jensen says, spreading his thighs so that one is pressed up close against Jared’s. “Uh…”

Jared lets out a small laugh and places a hand over Jensen’s knee, squeezes slightly, a comforting gesture. Even after six months Jensen doesn’t feel comfortable ordering Matt around. Oh, he can fuck the guy, fuck him hard and brutal when Matt’s already naked and ass up. He can accept a blow job when Matt initiates (on Jared’s command) but he still can’t manage to be the one to tell Matt to put out.

It’s okay. Jared’s secretly glad to know that Jensen isn’t using Matt when Jared hasn’t specifically set it up. He’s not the jealous type really, but he can see why some partners might get a little uncertain about a slave’s role in the house.

“Matt,” Jared says, taking Jensen’s hand. “Unfasten Jensen’s pants. Carefully,” he adds, when Matt knee-walks forward and slips Jensen’s belt through the loop. It’s not necessary, because of course Matt would be careful. He’s met Jensen after all, but Jared adds it for Jensen’s benefit.

“Blow job, please,” he continues when Jensen’s fly is down and the flaps of his pants are very properly folded to the sides, the outline of Jensen’s hard cock pressing up against his underwear in the open V. “Go slow, don’t mess him up. A single wrinkle in his pants and you’ll be punished.”

The only two previous times they’ve had to punish Matt it had consisted of three days under house arrest – not much punishment at all considering the kick-ass computer and entertainment system Jensen bought for him when he moved in – but Jared has been thinking about getting stricter if it’s ever necessary. They’ll never physically hurt him, they’re not that type of masters, but Jared thinks Jensen is too lenient.

Still, he doesn’t have to worry about it now because Matt leans forward with practiced ease, braces himself with one hand on Jensen’s knee – the one not pressed against Jared – and uses the other to free Jensen’s cock and angle it into his mouth so he can swallow Jensen down.

Jensen’s fingers clench down tightly around his when Matt sucks and Jensen’s head knocks back against the seat when Matt pulls off slightly, licks carefully and sensually around Jensen’s cockhead before he moves forward and sucks again, fitting as much of Jensen in his mouth as he can.

Jared’s eyes are riveted to the action, pretty much always are when Jensen and Matt do this, but quick and to the point isn’t what Jensen needs right now. Jared knows that. He needs slow, controlled, something to both relax him and get him in the mood for his upcoming corporate takeover and Jared lets go of Jensen’s hand to place his own down on Matt’s shoulder.

“Slow,” he says, when Matt immediately freezes at the touch. “We still have twenty minutes before we’re at the meeting and I want you to finish Jensen off just as we pull up. Got that? Twenty minutes.”

Jensen shoots Jared a glare but Jared ignores him, looks instead at Matt who pulls off Jensen with a nod. “Can you give me a one minute warning?” Matt asks.

“Of course,” Jared smiles. “Just go slow.”

So, Matt goes slow.

Jensen does a good job of staying still, doesn’t even twitch when Jared can tell he wants nothing more than to come, when Matt uses his considerable skill to swallow Jensen down to the back of his throat, pull off without even a sputter and swirl his tongue around Jensen’s slit. He knows just when to apply pressure, just when to back off. Just how hard to suck and how much pressure he should use when his tongue slides up the underside of Jensen’s cock, trails the vein.

After the first few minutes Jensen forces himself to relax. That’s bad, as far as Jared’s concerned. Just as bad as Jensen forcing himself to pretend the stress in the rest of his life doesn’t exist because this is supposed to be his escape, not more carefully controlled reactions. But then Jensen touches Jared’s shoulder, lifts his hand after a second to cup Jared’s cheek and smiles at him, a smile that lets Jared know he’s okay, really okay and this is a good kind of stress.

“Did you call Marlene?” Jensen asks, panting as Matt works his lips and tongue over his shaft while Jared looks on, smiling.

“Yes, Jensen,” he answers. “For the third time, we’re booked for two tables at the Humane Society fundraiser. Now shut up and enjoy your head.”

“Did…” Jensen starts, gasps when Matt swallows extra hard and scowls when he pulls off before Jensen can come. “Did you ask Misha if he was going? If not, we’re gonna...”

“Yes, Misha is coming. So is his wife, and six other people to make up the extra table. Seriously, Jensen. Relax.”

“I just…”

“Jensen!” Jared snaps and even Matt stops for half a second, before he realises the rebuff wasn’t directed at him and he keeps on sucking, licking, keeping Jensen just on the edge.

“Dude, what?”

“Everything is perfect, everything is set. All you have to do is go in there and take what you want. I promise.”

Jensen lets out a low breath and tilts his head, catches Jared’s lips in a kiss. It’s nothing but a soft press of lips on lips, slightly interlocking and Jensen finishes it off with a gentle swipe of his tongue.

“Thank you,” Jensen tells him, hips hitching just a little as Matt pulls him into his mouth a little deeper.

“Four minutes,” Jared warns, looking at the GPS on the back of seat in front of them. He doesn’t want Matt getting ahead of himself.

“You,” Jensen breathes out, hand pressing down tightly over Jared’s thigh. “You’re unbelievable. Seriously.”

“I know,” Jared tells him, because he does. He knows he’s amazing, knows how much Jensen loves him. It’s his job and more than that, it’s his life. He’s happier than he’s ever been and taking care of Jensen is part of that. Just like he lets Jensen take care of him, in the ways Jensen knows how. Sure, those ways are mostly sex and money, but Jared knows how Jensen feels.

“Fuck, Jared,” Jensen keens, jerks his hips up so his cock gets shoved a little further down Matt’s throat. “So good.”

“Not much longer, baby,” Jared tells him, lifts his hand to cup Jensen’s cheek, thumb sliding across his lower lip. “You can do it.”

And Jensen can.

He holds out when Jared leans across the seat to kiss him, holds out when Jared’s hand cups the back of his head and his fingers tangle in the short spikes of hair at the base of Jensen’s skull. Jared tries his best not to mess up Jensen’s hair, but he’s proud of himself that Jensen doesn’t even tense up at the possibility.

Their kiss lasts a while, a good two minutes which is impressive considering Jensen’s wandering attention but soon they’re pulling up to the company doors, limo stopping at the centre of the roundabout and Jared lowers his hand, taps Matt on the head.

“Now,” he says, and both Matt’s hands clamp down on Jensen’s thighs and Jensen jerks in the seat next to Jared.

He comes. He must, because he whimpers, Matt half gasps-half swallows and after only about ten seconds Matt sits back, tucks Jensen’s flagging erection back in his pants and zips him up, palms down the front of his pants to smooth them out like nothing ever happened.

He’s good. Maybe even better than Jared, he has to admit.

“You ready, baby?” Jared asks, hand cupping Jensen’s elbow as Jensen nods and they exit out the newly opened door. Matt only shuffles back, looks down at the floor as they leave the limo and the door closes behind them.

“Perfect,” Jensen answers, whispers in his ear once they’re standing up straight again. “Everything, perfect. Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Jared smiles, tilts down into Jensen’s words. “Pay me back when we get home?”

By then they’ll be several million dollars richer and Jensen will be relaxed enough to actually enjoy the sex, enjoy fucking Jared into their king sized mattress, enjoy getting dirty, messy, scruffed up and he’ll beg for more.

He loves it when Jensen begs for more. Jared’s ass is always a little sore the next day, but the way Jensen says ‘please’… It’s more than worth it.

“Yeah,” Jensen says, giving Jared one last peck on the lips before leading him into the boardroom. “Count on it.”

END