Seven Deadly Sins: Greed

[dephigravity]

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


Title: Raising The Stakes
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared/ Danneel
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Danneel, Chad
Rating: NC-17
WarningsEnticements: Threesome with shades of dub-con
Word Count: 4329
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: How far would you be willing to go for money? Jared Padalecki is the typical starving college student, and has the growing insurmountable debt to prove it. All that is about to change when he meets a stranger in a bar, a stranger who has money to spare.
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com].


What have I gotten myself into?

Jared adjusted his crotch and shifted in the uncomfortable chair. He tried to avoid staring, tried to tune out the moaning and panting; he swallowed hard to dislodge the nonexistent lump in his throat. That’s when he caught her smoldering stare, rich caramel eyes behind thick long strands of auburn hair. She bit on her bottom lip, miming a silent moan as her husband drove his face deeper between her legs. She raised slender fingers to run through her tussled locks, her neck leaning back towards the headboard.

“Jared,” she whimpered in a sweet, high-pitched voice. She lowered her hands, sliding them under her breasts; massaging the ample mounds and squeezed her nipples tightly, bits of pink pinched through the cup of her hands.

***

It was Friday and Jared planned on getting plastered.

One more semester down, and one more student loan added to his ever-increasing pile of debt. That’s what Jared gets for deciding to go to school without any help from his parents and procrastinating on scholarships. He was living the typical college life: small dorm room he shared with Chad, nothing but ramen noodles and cheap beer, no car, and what little income he got from the bookstore went directly to school books and video games.

Jared sighed as he glared up at the bright neon rainbow above the door to the bar; it wasn’t really his kind of place. He wasn’t gay, had no problem with gays really, this was just where Chad worked. Chad wasn’t gay either. He just insisted that gay guys tipped better and he loved all the attention he got, even if it was from other dudes. So Chad was the only reason Jared came here on a frequent basis, well, that and the fact that Tom gave him free alcohol. Jared knew it was probably wrong to lead the man on, but it was free booze for cryin’ out loud.

Jared was bombarded by the sounds of karaoke night as he opened the door. He slid past the bouncer, thankful for the free cover charge tonight. He spied a shirtless Chad behind the counter trying to make his pecs dance for some guy old enough to be his father. Jared rolled his eyes at the gratuitous display for attention and money.
“J-Pad!” Chad shouted out over the cringe-worthy singing. Jared flushed with embarrassment as men turned to look in his direction. He shuffled his way to the bar, plopping into the now vacated seat.

Chad held up a twenty dollar bill, waving it against Jared’s nose. “Told you they tip good,” he said.

“It’s disgusting what you do for money, dude,” Jared said as he slapped the hand away from his face.

“Aww, don’t be like that sweetie, you know Papa Murray has to work hard to take care of his baby.” Chad squeezed at Jared’s cheek. Jared’s dimples formed at the corners of his mouth, as he pulled his face away from Chad’s fingers.

“Stop, you’re gonna make Tom jealous and then he’ll cut me off.”

“It’s disgusting what you do for free beer, dude,” Chad echoed Jared’s earlier statement. “You realize he is going to eventually want more than a flash of Padimples and a lazy drawled out thank ya, right? Tommy wants a juicy slice of Jared-pie with a side of Padacock up the ass.” Chad shoved the bill into his pocket and filled a glass, sloshing it down in front of Jared.

“What is your obsession with my dick, Chadwick? Dude, I don’t even give it a name,” Jared said as his large hand took hold of the glass, wiping away the condensation with his thump.

“Well if I’m gonna have it slapping against my ass at night, I figure I should be on a first name basis with it. That right Mr. Padacock?” Chad asked over the counter, looking directly at Jared’s crotch.

“You are one sick son-of-a-bitch Murray, like I would even touch your scrawny ass if you paid me to.”

Chad raised his hand to wipe away a fake tear from his eye and feigned heartbreak. “Speaking of money Jay-” Chad reached behind the counter and grabbed a piece of paper; he slapped it down between Jared’s hands.

“What’s this?” Jared asked, trying to read through Chad’s fingers. He lifted Chad’s hand away and grabbed the flyer, scanning it over.

“The answer to your financial freedom and you don’t even have to suck me off,” Chad teased and turned away to wait on the newcomer to Jared’s side.

“See something you like handsome?” Chad said leaning on the counter to look directly into the short-haired man’s green eyes. Chad purposely flexed his muscles while propping against the counter, working his seductive charms.

“The only thing I want from you is a martini,” he said coldly.

“Okay then.” Chad backed away, confused as to why his superior wiles were getting nowhere with this one. He grabbed a shaker and scooped in ice.

“Poker?” Jared asked, continuing on the conversation as though it had never stopped.

Chad poured the alcohol into the shaker as he answered, “What’s wrong with poker? I thought your card-shark-fu was strong. This is, like the perfect opportunity! You could pay off your loans, maybe put down a down payment on a car, and have enough to take my sweet ass to dinner.” Chad fluttered his eye lashes at Jared.

“Chad, if you want me to fuck you, you could always just ask,” Jared smiled up from the paper. “I seriously think this place has gone to your head. Okay, so only one problem with this whole tournament thing.“

Chad was shaking the silver canister; his perky nipples bouncing as he did so. He removed the cap and tipped, letting the clear alcohol fill the z-stemmed glass, and then finished it off with the sword and olive. He shoved it over to the guy to the right; a sad-puppy look covered his face when he saw the so-called tip. “Cheap ass,” he muttered. Chad pouted his lips at Jared, finally pocketing the dollar and asked, “What’s that Jay?”

“Thousand dollar buy-in, I could maybe scrounge up a hundred tops,” he sighed in resignation, dropping the flyer.

Chad ignored the whiney sounding remark. “Holy shit man, I think you have a stalker,” Chad sneered as the stingy man walked away.

“What are you talking about now?” Jared asked as he downed the last of his beer.

“That dude just took your picture and left. Kinky freak.” Chad said as he jutted his chin towards the man’s back. “Probably gonna home and spank his salami to your sexy-ass mug.”

Jared tried to get a good look, but just saw the back of the guys head as he left the bar.

***

Saturday night and they were back at the bar, again. Why someone would want to spend their night off at the place where they worked was beyond Jared, especially when you were straight and worked at the one gay bar near campus. Chad, Jared had decided, was a complete and utter conundrum.

Chad lead the way to a table back in the corner, the only light was the occasional dancing beam from the tacky mirror ball above the dance floor.

“Why are we here again? When you said we were going out, I was hoping to have the possibility of getting laid be part of my evening.”

“You play your cards right baby, and maybe the Chad will let you top tonight.” Chad winked in mock flirtation.

“You know what I meant asshole,” Jared groaned.

Tom sneaked up from behind and put his firm hands on Jared’s shoulders, squeezing tight. Jared tensed at the touch of another man. “Heya guys,” he greeted.

“Tommy, wassup my man,” Chad said, kicking Jared under the table. Jared scrunched his face in his best shut-the-fuck-up ass-wipe look.

“Chad, I know it’s your night off, but you think you could help me out tonight? We are kind of swamped and Mike is out with crabs or something.”

Chad laughed, “Sure thing, you okay with that honey?”

“Go, get, leave me alone, to fend for myself in this shark infested den of iniquity,” Jared joked. Tom clapped an appreciative hand on his back and headed back to the bar.

Chad stood up, pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it into Jared’s lap. “Gotta give the boys what they want,” he said as he came up to Jared’s side. He bent down and kissed Jared on the cheek. “I’ll send over some beer gorgeous.”

“Chad,” he growled and wiped at his cheek.

“Lighten up buttercup, we get home and this ass is all yours.” Chad rushed away to avoid the inevitable backhand from his friend.

He is so not as straight as he claims to be. Jared thought as he grabbed a handful of peanuts from the center of the table. Not more than a few seconds after Chad’s departure, his chair was filled by a complete stranger.

“Can I help you?” Jared eyed the man, unsure of his intentions.

“I was in here yesterday, and couldn’t help but to overhear about your financial troubles,” he said as though he were an accountant.

“Do I know you? Did Chad send you over here? Look man, I appreciate you hitting on me and all, but I am not gay.”

“Jared was it? I never said you were, and I wasn’t hitting on you. I’m straight too, so don’t flatter yourself,” Green Eyes said.

“How do you know my name? And you’re in a gay bar, dude.”

“So are you, and yet you profess to be straight as well. I find establishments like this one a bit more open minded, if you catch my drift. My name is Jensen, and like I said I overheard your conversation with too-sure-of himself-Goldilocks over there.” Jensen pointed to Chad flirting with a group of fruit flies.

“Okay, so what about my financial troubles? Why is it any of your business?” Jared said, crossing his arms and trying to read Jensen’s face in the dim light.

“It’s not, but I do have a proposition for you. Forgive me for being forward, but I mentioned your predicament to my wife and she agreed to help you, if you are willing do a little something for us in return.”

“What kind of something are we talking about here exactly?” Jared asked nervously, wary of Jensen’s motives.

“Relax, Jared. You wouldn’t have to do anything, just come over and sit. My wife has this fantasy, you see. She wants me to go down on her while a stranger watches us,” Jensen said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Excuse me? You want me to watch you fuck your wife? That is sick man.”

“We would pay you very well. Enough that you could enter that poker tournament, and have some left over for whatever it is your little heart desires.” Jensen worked his fingers through the small bowl, chose the perfect nut, and then tossed it into his mouth.

Jared watched him skeptically as the man fixed his gaze on Jared, waiting for a reply. “And all I would have to do is watch, nothing else?”

“Of course not, not unless you wanted to do more. That is all up to you Jared,” Jensen said leaning forward on the table.

“The watching is fine I guess,” Jared agreed. “When do you want to do this?”

“No time like the present, Danneel is at home waiting.”
“Now?” Jared asked in shock. He was hoping to have sometime to think about it, maybe to talk himself out of it.

The man stood, gesturing towards the door. Jared stood and followed him, Chad’s shirt still in his hand. Jared went to tell Chad he was leaving, but his roommate was busy getting convinced to do bodyshots with a bunch of twinks. Jared handed the shirt to the bouncer, and explained his departure.

He followed Jensen out to his Aston Martin. Jared climbed into the cramped front seat; Jensen sped off the second the doors were closed, not saying a word the entire drive. They pulled up to a mansion, somewhere in a gated community Jared had only heard about from the townies. Jensen drove up the circular driveway, parking in front of the main doors. Jared couldn’t help but whistle as he took in the house and well groomed lawn. Jensen placed a hand at the small of Jared’s back, directing him up the steps. He opened the door, ushering Jared inside.

“Dani, I’m home,” Jensen called into the massive house.

Jared stared upward, enamored by the crystalline beauty of the chandelier hanging high in the foyer. He caught sight of her as she stepped onto the ledge overlooking them. She was the most beautiful woman Jared had ever seen, shimmering red-brown hair framing a delicate face. She hurried down the stairs, running over to Jensen’s side. She slid a hand under his jacket, caressing his chest as she stretched to kiss him. Her beauty was accentuated by the green silk robe tied loosely around her petite waist.

“You must be Jared,” she said politely, stretching out a hand. He took it, shaking softly, afraid to hurt her. “I must say you are much better looking than in that picture, and taller.”

“Picture?” Jared asked quizzically.

“I took your picture with my phone, had to know if you were the right one,” Jensen said, kissing his wife on the forehead.

“Shall we boys?” Danneel pulled away grabbing each man’s hand and guiding them up the stairs.

Jensen released her hand at the top of the stairs, again placing his on Jared’s back; Jared was too enthralled by the opulence of their house to notice or to care. Danneel pulled him through the doorway into the regal bedroom, decorated in deep crimson and gold.

Who are these people?

Dani dropped his hand and sat at the corner of the California King sized bed, red swirls weaved in amongst the ivory duvet beneath her. Jensen wrapped his arm around Jared and led him to an ornate chair beside the bureau.

“Take a seat Jared, the show is about ready to start,” he whispered into Jared’s ear. Jared gulped as he turned to take his place.

Jensen skimmed his hand over Jared’s tee shirt and then walked over to his wife. Danneel slid both her tiny hands under the suit jacket, helping Jensen out of it. He tossed it to the foot of the bed and then slowly began unbuttoning his shirt as his wife loosened the belt from his slacks. After releasing the last button, he tugged at the shirt, pulling it from the pants. Danneel undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Jensen shook them off as he took of his shirt and then his socks, leaving him in nothing but crisp white boxers and a tight, bodyhugging undershirt. He lifted one leg, placing it next to Dani, and kneeled onto the bed. He brushed away her hair to kiss her neck, both of them falling back into the bed.

Jared had watched his fair share of porn but this was different. He wasn’t sure where to look, even if he was being paid to do just that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty and embarrassed. He felt his dick stirring in his pants; he knew he was horny.-It’s the reason he wanted to hook up tonight, and this was just going to ensure him a severe case of blue balls until he got back home. Danneel was hot, and if he allowed himself to think it, so was Jensen. Jared kept finding his eyes focusing at the muscles of Jensen’s thighs as he ground his hips into her, the tight muscles of his ass flexing beneath the white shorts was driving Jared insane.

Jared watched as Jensen put his hand above Danneel’s knee, slowly pushing up the emerald robe, exposing her soft milky skin. Jared saw the flash of black lace panties, sitting high on her hips. Jensen used his other hand to pull at the sash; her robe fell open to reveal the matching bra holding her breasts. Jensen looked back at Jared, grinning like the Devil. He turned and shifted her further up onto the bed, placed his perfect lips to her stomach and kissed a trail down to the lace. He hooked his fingers in, pulled the panties off and tossed them to Jared. Jensen kissed his way into her crotchas her legs spread wide to accommodate him.

Jared clenched the lingerie tightly, not knowing what to do. He inhaled a deep breath, trying to contain his composure as he felt his cock swell. The shaft pressed against the inside of his jeans, slight pulses of pleasure-pain shot through his body.

Jared adjusted his crotch, and shifted in the uncomfortable chair. He tried to avoid staring, tried to tune out the moaning and panting, and swallowed hard to dislodge the nonexistent lump in his throat. That’s when he caught her smoldering stare, rich caramel eyes behind thick long strands of auburn hair. Danneel bit on her bottom lip, miming a silent moan as Jensen drove his face deeper between her legs. She raised slender fingers to run through her tussled locks, her neck leaning back towards the headboard.

“Jared,” she whimpered in a sweet, high-pitched voice. Dani lowered her hands, sliding them under her breasts; massaging the ample mounds and squeezed her nipples tightly, bits of pink pinched through the cup of her hands. Jensen’s head bobbed and twisted, making her gasp and scream.

“Jared?” she asked, her voice full of need. “Join us.” She patted to her side as Jensen pulled away, mouth lips slickened. She reached behind her back and released the clasp, releasing her breasts.

He sat back, turning towards Jared, eyes wild with lust. “We can pay you more if that’s a problem.”

Jared stared at the two, his face a mixture of confusion and want. His mind fluttered, trying to absorb everything, and failing.

“If you’re worried about Jensen, he doesn’t have to touch you if you’d like. You can take turns with me Jared. I want you, both of you,” she suggested.

Jared weighed his options: he wanted the money desperately, he wanted to feel Danneel’s supple skin himself, and even the idea of Jensen touching him made him shiver. Taking money for sex though, wouldn’t that make him a whore? A very well paid whore.

Jensen stood from the bed and walked over to Jared’s side. Jared couldn’t help to notice the bulge or the spots of precome soaking the fabric of his boxers. Jensen smirked, catching Jared’s line of sight.

“So what’s it going to be college boy? You wanna play or sit on the sidelines. It’s not often that my lady begs for someone other than me,” Jensen asked as he brushed a hand through Jared’s hair.

Jared’s concentration returned at the touch. “I, you, we… wouldn’t have to do anything, right?” Jared asked, his eyes squinting to hide his desire.

“Of course not Jared,” Jensen said, cupping his ear and then grazing his hand along his jaw-line. Jensen’s index finger stopped under Jared’s chin, urging him to stand. He let it fall to grab Jared’s hand, guiding him to the bedside. Jensen tugged at the cotton of Jared’s tee shirt, lifting it off him.

Jared focused on Danneel’s eyes as he let Jensen strip him. Jared soon stood naked, cock erect and oozing as Jensen took of the remainder of his own clothes. Jared felt a firm hand push against his shoulder, nudging him onto the bed. Jared crawled in between her legs, her hand wrapped around his shaft as he brought his lips to hers. Her mouth tasted like cotton candy, sickeningly sweet, but Jared couldn’t get enough of her. She forced her tongue into his mouth, entwining with his own. Jared could hear Jensen doing something in the background, but couldn’t bother himself to look; the sensation as she pumped his cock was unbelievable.

He felt the mattress sink as Jensen crawled onto the bed. Jared thought he felt Dani gesture something with her other hand, but brushed the notion aside. She released his cock and pressed her small hand against his chest.

“Lay down Jared,” she whispered into his ear with a lick.

Jared obeyed; flipping over to lay on his back, elbows propping him up to stare at the extremely erect Jensen. Jared had only seen other guy’s dick in high school gym class, but never in this context. Jensen stood on his knees; his hand stroked the thick mass of uncut cock, the hood hiding and exposing the head with each thrust. Jared focused on Jensen’s shaft; the word beautiful kept running through his head. Danneel straddled him, blocking his view. He looked into her eyes as she licked a streak between his pecs, down his abs, and to his crotch. As her red hair trailed down his chest, Jared’s eyes locked with Jensen’s. Jensen stroked fast and hard, but would stop and squeeze to prevent his orgasm, a feat of control that blew Jared’s mind.

Danneel toyed with Jared’s balls, squeezing them in the palm of her hand as she licked his dick like a Popsicle. Jared bit down on his bottom lip when her mouth engulfed his length, he hummed in ecstasy. She bobbed and sucked like nothing Jared had experienced before, her tongue forcing itself into his slit. He was about to warn her when she pulled off with a pop. She stretched over his body, sliding up to sit on his belly. She grabbed her breast and traced it along Jared’s lips; Jared flicked his tongue out to circle the tip. Jared felt rough hands gripping his legs; he pulled away from her to see what was happening.

“Jen-” He was cut off by her breast pressed to his mouth, protest muffled in flesh. His head knocked against the headboard.

Jensen’s hands brushed over the faint traces of hair along his legs. Jared squirmed at his touch, internal battle raging in his head. Danneel shushed him as her husband’s hand squeezed tight around Jared’s cock. Jared felt the lick of the tongue at the head, Jensen gripping just below, cutting off the blood. Jensen kissed down the shaft lapping at Jared’s balls.

Danneel pulled back to let the moans escape from Jared. He cursed as Jensen sucked one ball into his mouth, then the other; rolling each in his mouth, caressing them with his tongue. Jensen fisted his cock, as he continued to swirl his balls. Jared felt Jensen’s other hand place something on his dick, he realized what it was as Jensen rolled the latex down, sheathing his cock. Jensen relinquished his balls and backed away. Jared closed his eyes as Danneel rose off of him. He felt the shuffling on the bed as his dick was grabbed positioning it for entrance. Something didn’t feel right- Jared snapped his eyes open to see Jensen hovering above his dick, placing the tip at his puckered hole.

“What the fuck?” Jared yelled.

Danneel placed a reassuring hand on his chest. “It’s okay Jared, you are gonna love this. It will tighter and hotter than anything you’ve had before, I promise.”

Jared’s eyes flashed from Danneel’s to Jensen’s as Jensen forced himself onto Jared’s dick. Both men moaned in unison at the mutual sensation. Jensen waited for a moment and then slid further down the shaft. Jared panted short bursts of air as Jensen bottomed out. Jensen used those leg muscles Jared had been staring at earlier to lift himself in rapid succession, Jared gaining even more admiration for them.

Danneel slid down and sucked in Jensen’s swaying dick as he rode Jared. It wasn’t long before drips of come were slipping passed her lips. Jared unconsciously bucked up into Jensen’s ass, pounding at Jensen’s prostate. Jared clenched into the sheets as he felt the come building in his balls. Jared screamed as he filled the condom, Jensen still bouncing on top of him. Danneel crawled up to kiss Jared, the bitter taste of Jensen’s spunk still in her mouth; Jared licked his lips, craving more.

Jensen collapsed on him, heavy and sweaty. Jared breathed deep, letting Jensen’s crushing weight rise with him. Danneel curled up on Jared’s left side; stroking his hair, curling it around her fingers. Jensen finally rolled off to the right, Jared’s dick plopping loose from inside him. Jensen brushed his damp spikes of hair against Jared’s arm, before stretching over to kiss Jared gently on the lips, Jared opened to allow him in; his condom-slicked dick twitching in response. Jensen’s and Danneel’s hands skimmed across Jared’s chest, interlocking, their legs wrapping over Jared’s. The couple nuzzled either side of Jared’s face, heads lying on each of his biceps before all three passed out.

***

Jared awoke to an empty bed. He wiped sleep form his eyes and looked around, spying a bundle of cash and a note. He grabbed the bundle began counting.

“Holy fucking shit!” he shouted, bolting up in bed. The bundle contained substantially more than the measly two to three thousand he was expecting, ten thousand to be precise. He smelled the money as he flipped it under his nose. Chad isn’t gonna believe this. Remembering the note he stretched back to retrieve it.

Jared,
Sorry, we didn’t wake you.
Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Jensen will be back around noon to take you home.
We would love to see more of you. Perhaps you could join us this weekend.
We can make it worth your while, that I promise you.
D




WRATH, SLOTH, LUST, GLUTTONY, PRIDE