Seven Deadly Sins: Lust

[dephigravity]

The third installment of a series centered around the seven most sinful temptations.


Title: An Inked Man
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tattooing and Piercing, Frottage
Word Count: 3883
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: Jared has always wanted a tattoo but always fails to follow through, but when he meets a certain tattoo artist he gets far more than he planned on.
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for filling my pages full of red lines and plenty of unfs!

*Written for kink bingo "Wild Card" prompt

Jared had stopped by The Den earlier in the day, but it had been crowded with frat boys and bikers mingling in a surreal form of bonding ritual. He shoved through the crowd to wait patiently at the main counter; taking in the walls plastered with tribals, skulls, butterflies and naked women, before a tiny crimson-haired girl not much older than him stepped to his side. She reached over to grab a worn ebony binder, slapped it down on the glass and flipped it open while her hand grazed his arm as she pointed to the head of a demon. The red eyes glared up at Jared, the striking image of a forked tongue extending from the jade devil’s mouth as it, wrapped tightly around the screaming body of a woman.

“You ask me, this would look absolutely killer across your shoulders,” she said as she raised her hand, stretching her arm out she touched the back of his neck and traced down his spine. Jared gulped at the unexpected touch of the strange young woman, as she continued to sketch the outline of the tattoo over his back. “You are here to get a tattoo, aren’t you tall, dark, and drinkable?”

Jared panicked, turned around and bolted to the door as fast as he could squeeze through the crowd. Inked muscle men and college boys laughed at his fear and humiliation as he pushed through the door.

Jared waited until well after dark to come back, after the influx of drunken party girls and regulars had dispersed from the bar and flanking tattoo parlor. He stretched out his open hand to grasp the cast iron rods barring the glass door and peered passed the frosted lettering with anxious resolve, scanning the empty room. He paused to weigh his options once again as his fingers wrapped around the black metal; warm breath fogged the glass only to disappear in an instant.

It’s now or never Padalecki. You promised yourself you were gonna do this, or are you just gonna pussy out like you always do? Like this afternoon. He said, berating himself.

He squeezed once more, white knuckles stark against the bars, before he relinquished and pushed open the door as a chime sounded from somewhere in the back of the room.

“Take a seat or look around, I am just finishing up something back here and then I will be out,” a low male voice called out from a blocked off room.

Jared headed back to where he had stood earlier, the binder still set opened to where the girl had opened it to; the demon stared back at him for a minute before he flipped to the beginning. He skimmed through the artwork to get an idea of what he wanted. Chad had tried to convince him to choose something beforehand, but he had insisted it had to be as spontaneous as the decision to get the tattoo in the first place. Nothing stood out to him, so he closed the book and walked along the counter.

He hadn’t taken the time to look earlier, that would have involved dealing with that rather intimidating crowd, but now he could investigate at his own leisure. He sauntered around the room as his eyes took in the odd assortment of images collaged along the red walls. Brushing his hand over the jewelry display, the feel of hemp, leather, and metal danced across his fingertips. Jared’s face wrinkled in distaste at the body jewelry and photos, he didn’t find them unattractive, not on certain people, he just couldn’t picture one for himself.

When the man who had spoken hadn’t appeared yet, Jared headed over to take a seat near the front window. He rubbed his hands over his denim clad legs as he took in the room, his eyes focused on one blinking florescent bulb as thoughts of hospital waiting rooms came to mind. His head leaned back onto the cold glass only to shoot up at the sound of a gut wrenching scream coming from that small room.

“Fuck! That hurt. Does it look good though?”

Jared’s leg began an uncontrollable thumping on the concrete floor as he tried to make out whatever else was said between the two female voices and the unknown man’s. He bent forward to rub his hands down his legs once again to steady his nerves; one hand forcing his leg to a stop. There were soft giggles from the girls as they rounded the corner, one dabbed blood from her freshly pierced septum as the other issued the still unseen artist one last thank you. The pierced girl smiled at Jared when he straightened up, his eyes tried to avoid the silver bull ring. As they left the chime dinged as the door opened one last time.

“I’m just cleaning up and then I will be right out,” the baritone voice floated across the room.

“No hurry,” Jared squeaked as his face flushed a deep shade of red. He shook his head to clear his embarrassment and regain a semblance of masculinity.

“So are you here for a tat or a piercing?”

Jared cleared his throat before answering, “Tattoo, thinking on my arm. Not really sure what I want though, I was kind of hoping for some help with that part, actually.”

“You don’t know what you want?”

Jared’s brain worked against him as he imagined what the guy might look like, based solely on his voice. He had to be huge, burly, possibly with a graying beard, dressed in an all-too-tight leather vest, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. The tattoo artist stepped out of the room and into his line of sight. The guy was gorgeous. If you took away the tats coloring his arms and the small glint of silver under his chin, he could have easily been a model. Jared stared in awe as the man with short-cropped, spikey brown hair on a six foot frame walked to his side and hand held out in greeting.

“Name’s Jensen, I will be the one causing you unbelievable amounts of pain this evening,” He said with a charming smile. “So you know a style you like, cartoon, realistic, tribal?”

Jared reached a clammy hand forward to shake, and then stood up to just over the man’s height. “Jared. I, uh, kinda like the tribal ones,” he said, not positive on the right answer.
“You kinda like tribals? Do you know what one is?” He asked, voice dripping skepticism.

“Because I gotta say, you don’t sound very sure about that. Most people have a pretty good idea of what they want, when it comes to a lifetime commitment.” Jensen lifted his eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Tribals are the swirly lines and knots, right?” Jared’s eyes refused to look at the emeralds set behind the longest and most beautiful eyelashes he’d ever seen.

“I think you are thinking of Celtic knots. Follow me.” Jensen suggested with a quick nod of his head. Jared followed and tried extremely hard to not stare at the perfect bubbled ass beneath Jensen’s black jeans.

“These are all forms of tribals. Some say it’s overdone and clichéd, but honestly I think that nothing looks better on a man than a well inked tribal.”

Jared stared, enamored with both Jensen’s passion for his art and his looks. His eyes followed the tattooed arm as it pointed to various examples on the wall. “Let’s do that then.”

“Which one? There are countless designs, man,” he asked through a musical laugh. “You know what? I’ve been working on something… You did say your arm, right?”

“Yeah, the right arm” Jared answered with timid anticipation, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Well then, step into my parlor, little fly.” Jensen said as he shoved his hand under Jared’s elbow, warm fingers grasping tight as he urged him back to the room.“Just a sec, gotta lock up since technically I closed twenty minutes ago.”

Jared stopped in mid step. “I could come back another time if you’d rather, I mean if you wanna go home, or whatever.”

Jensen let his hand drop away and hustled toward the barred door. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, besides what’s the likelihood of you ever coming back if I let you leave now? You, my dear boy, are mine for the next few hours. Besides, I live upstairs.” With a wink, he turned the lock and toggled a switch, cutting off the bright glow from the neon lights outside. His back fell against the door for a split second so he could observe the tall fidgeting young man.

“Okay, you ready for this?”He said as he lunged from the door and was back at Jared’s side,. Pushing a hand into the small of Jared’s back, he guided him back to the room.

This room reminded Jared more of a dentist’s office. Soothing white walls with chrome accents and mirrors framed an odd looking adjustable chair that was placed close to a wall of equipment. Clutter free shelves housed small bottles of every shade imaginable along with small metal boxes and a box of surgical gloves that sat atop a silver case.

“Hop on up big boy.” He said as he patted the black leather seat and stepped over to a small desk as Jared obeyed. “So this may be a bit larger than you had in mind,” he explained over his shoulder, the slight hint of teeth flashed through a grin. “But humor me for a second. Go ahead and take off your shirt.”

Jared curled his fingers under the hem of his polo and tugged the shirt over his head. He ran his fingers through the unruly clumps of hair that had fallen around his face after failing to shake into submission. Sitting there half naked made him feel self-conscious, but he was definitely thankful for his recent gym membership. Jensen pulled out a long sheet of paper. Jared barely caught a glimpse of thick black lines of ink, not in any recognizable shape but similar to the ones outside. Jensen spun around, placing the sketch back on the table and then approached him placing his hand on his right shoulder.

“So the design I have would start at the base of your neck,” Jensen said in that calming baritone, as his finger lifted to Jared’s throat then traced down to his neck. “It would then flow along the top of your shoulder blade, down your arm, wrap around to your chest and back to the neck.” The entire outline was drawn invisibly as he described it; his hand lingering on Jared’s bare chest before he stretched to grab the artwork and hand it to him. “What do you think?”

“You don’t think it’s too much do you? For my first one, I mean.” Admiring the intricate swirls, lines and points, Jared lifted a finger to trace the outline for himself.

A husky chuckle filled the air, reminiscent of whiskey and smoke. Jensen took hold of his own tight white tee and pulled it off, tossing it onto his desk. “You are asking me about too much?”

Jared’s gaze traveled over the man’s gorgeous body taking in the paths of ink stopping in an abrupt line at the top of his shoulders. His well-toned torso was free of coloring aside from a faint spotting of freckles over fair skin in sharp contrast to dark nipples that were firm from the chilled air. Jared chewed at his lip while his eyes wandered back up to Jensen’s face; drinking in the view his desire grew exponentially. He looked back down at the drawing and handed it back. “I am in your hands,” he said, his eyes closing tight in disbelief over his decision.

“You aren’t going to regret this!” Jensen said as he rushed to his computer, returning a few seconds later with a thinner papered version in his hands. He gathered his tools, black ink, and sanitizing supplies; setting them aside. He tugged out two gloves from the box and pulled them on carefully, lacing his fingers together to form the latex to his hands. “Lie down,” he instructed and wiped down the area. Placing the design, he rubbed hard and transferred the tribal markings onto Jared’s bronzed skin. He tossed the transfer paper into a small pail before pulling over a steel stool to the side of the chair. Jensen then sat down and swiveled to face away from a trembling Jared.

“Okay, so I use a sterile needle every time,” he showed the unopened pack, removed the tiny metal rod and attached it to the machine. “I would like to say this isn’t going to hurt,; but honestly? It really does.”

Jared stopped watching him the second he heard the soft buzzing of the device, his eyes closed as Jensen finished prepping in silence. There was a screech as the stool swung back around, and a clink of something on a tray.

“Jared? I need you to tell me if it gets to a point where you need to jerk away, okay?” Jared opened his eyes to see the kind green eyes staring down at him. He nodded and any further words that spilled out of his mouth in what seemed like slow motion drowned away as he focused on the small silver stud hanging below his plump bottom lip. Jared felt the pressure of his hand as the needle started marking his neck. This isn’t so bad, he thought, his endorphins running high. It wasn’t long though before he felt as if his skin was being slowly peeled away by a box knife exposing the flesh underneath. He breathed in only when there was a pause to wipe away excess blood. Minutes seemed like hours, an hour turned into five, or so he thought. The only distraction was Jensen’s soft humming, occasional singing, and the ever present silver stud shining down at him.

Time ticked away in waves of pain and sweet smiles of reassurance, Jared couldn’t help but believe Jensen was in to this in more than just a professional level. The way he would flash his smile and eyes at him, there was something powerful and unspoken burning deep within. The way his free hand would linger over his nipple, squeezing his fingers over the sensitive skin in subtle hints of flirtation.

“All done,” Jensen announced with a touch of sadness. He wiped Jared’s new ink down once more and applied something that made it glisten. A gentle hand propped him up to show off the tribal. Jared marveled at the work of art that now graced his shoulder, arm and chest. Removing the gloves, Jensen stood and sneaked behind him, disposing of them and the needle in a marked hazardous bin. Jared traced along the inflamed skin, amazed at the artwork and at the fact that he had followed through with getting it.

“It… it’s just... Whoa!’

“No, it’s beautiful, on you. You’re beautiful.”

Jared wasn’t sure he heard that right, but he soon saw Jensen in the mirror, felt the warmth of a hand rubbing his other shoulder, his pulse quickened with the sudden increase of heart beats. The cool touch below those lips, metal on skin, sent a shock down his spine as a delicate kiss fell on his neck. A hand slid under his arm, skimming over his ribs and up to his bare chest and he closed his eyes at the touch. Jensen’s hand withdrew and he felt fingers pull his head back into the most tender of kisses; he turned into him as another hand brushed the skin just below the tattoo. The kiss grew deeper, tongues tugging at one another, teeth clanging in a desperate search for more. Jensen pulled away, leaving Jared breathless, his eyes still closed.

“You’re bleeding again,” Jensen reached for another towel, wiping away the rapidly forming beads. “Come upstairs and I’ll find some ointment.”

Jared understood what was going on, he wasn’t as naïve as his friends believed him to be. Jensen was by far the sexiest man he’d ever seen and had the powers of seduction to match. He grabbed at Jensen’s outstretched hand and fell in line behind him, stopping only for him to shut off the lights. There was an opening of a door followed by a long walk up a staircase in the pitch black darkness.

Jared was blinded when the door opened, leading to an all too small and over organized studio. The walls stood barren, save for a few small book cases and sconces. The simple kitchenette bordered the left side of the apartment, the bedroom to the right with the bed taking up the majority of the room. Jensen pointed to the bed and walked past the kitchen into what must have been the bathroom. Taking a seat, he looked at the meticulous dwelling, the simple and precise décor belayed its far more enigmatic owner. While lost in thought, blood trickled down his arm and back, drops staining the comforter below. A damp towel wiping away the crimson, jerked him back to reality.

“This is going to itch like a mother fucker, and you are going to want to be careful of what you wear as it heals. You snag the scab, it pulls out the ink and I will beat your ass to a bloody pulp. Got it?”Jensen ordered with a harsher voice than expected. Jared nodded in response as the towel was replaced by a thick glistening substance; his dick hardening as the salve was worked into his arm.

“God I can’t believe how hot this makes you,” Jensen asserted, his voice growing desperate, full of want.

Wiping his hand on his pants, he grabbed at Jared’s neck, nipping at his mouth with furious abandon. Jared, shocked by the change in demeanor, braced himself with his hands searching for purchase on the bed. A hiss escaped his lips as an errant hand scraped against the tender newly inked flesh, squeezing and twisting the nipple below. Teeth bit on his bottom lip, tugging it outward only to snap back against his gums followed by another crush of lips. Hands pushed against the center of his chest, forcing him down on to the bed. Jensen kneeled alongside his hip. Dragging his other knee across his erection held tight by the denim, he pressed his full weight against him; the crevice of his ass rubbing deep and rough onto his cock.

Jared moaned as fingers kneaded the flesh of his abs, he focused on Jensen’s green eyes burning- full of desire as they scanned his body. Jared winced, yelping loudly as Jensen grabbed his nipple once again and yanked away with fingernails digging deep into the hypersensitive cluster of nerves.

“You know what would be even better? A ring, right here.” Jensen said, toying with the nipple, his nails clawing even deeper to accentuate his point.

“I dunno,” he whined through a pain filled grimace, trying to fight off how this pain and talks of piercings were making him harder by the second, pressing into Jensen.

“You don’t trust me?” The charm worked its casual yet deliberate way through the slight lift of a grin. “I promise, I’ll make it as gentle as I can, but man, it’s gonna look fucking amazing on you!”He slid off, not waiting for a reply, the clear line of his own erection outlined by his jeans. He rushed to the door, the sound of footfalls echoing through the dark corridor. Jared rolled to his side as he watched, waiting for his return. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm him with the prospect of fleeing, but the idea of this gorgeous man marking him permanently and the potential for much more outweighed the fear. Jensen soon stepped through the door way with a small kit in hand. He placed the small case next to the lying boy’s head and urged him to his former position.

The corners of Jared’s mouth lifted in a tentative smile when Jensen resumed his straddle atop him and stretched to snap open the clips to the case. He turned to look at the supplies, a soft glint of light shined off the pristine set of needles as he followed the tattooed arm and hand select the proper tool. The cool metal was laid across his chest as Jensen lifted up to grab a small plastic package from his pocket. With a quick rip from his teeth, he let the small ring fall to the Jared’s navel and then retrieved another small packet from the kit. He stared at his bare nipple as the wipe disinfected the area; Jensen’s hand lingered, intimately stroking the tip to its desired stiffness just before the hollow needle was lifted and pressed to the side of the raised skin.

“On three.” Jensen said, his eyes reassuring him. “One…” The metal drove straight through the tissue. Catching him off guard Jared screamed, his body arching even under the added weight. The ring was applied without hesitation, ball screwed securely into place and blood wiped away once again. His chest heaved as shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins, the burn of his shoulder seeming nothing compared to the new waves of pain from the other side of his chest.

Jensen laid the needle into its case, the lid closed without being latched; he leaned back down onto Jared’s crotch, eyes flashing with admiration of the combined effect of the ink and steel over the torso beneath him.

“So fucking beautiful, so completely mine.” he stared up in wonderment as Jensen ground into his dick, riding in a circular motion, denim on denim.

Green eyes grew closer as he bent forward, legs carefully pushing apart Jared’s, allowing their jean clad crotches to rub against one another. The firm outline of a cock pressed deep into his own, sending wave after wave of electricity through Jared’s system, his attempted kiss held at bay by the jerking away of Jensen’s hungry smirk. Jensen crawled away and stripped out of his jeans to reveal a silver ring at the tip of his erect cock.

“You like what you see? We could always do this next, ya know.” Jensen’s eyes raised suggestively.

Jared’s eyes grew in concern as his hand froze over his zipper, Jensen laughed as he reached down to help him undo his pants. With a quick tug, he was fully exposed as his large cock stood straight in the air. Jensen moaned in approval at the sight and once again lowered himself between Jared’s legs. Dicks brushed together as Jensen reached down to grasp both in his fist and started pumping. Jared couldn’t help but stare, transfixed as the two shafts were squeezed tight enough that the ring appeared to link them together. The rubbing escalated, faster and deeper, as he felt his balls pull inside seconds before he and Jensen groaned as they shot one after the other onto Jared’s chest. Signs of their release washed over Jensen’s face while he hovered just above Jared Their lips met, tender and delicate as their bodies brushed, careful of Jared’s injuries but preparing for a whole new realm of possibilities.



SLOTH, WRATH

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