Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: A Matter of Trust
Pairing: Jeff/ Jared
Rating: NC-17
For my 50kinkyways Table
Prompt: 37 Shaving
Word Count: 1218
Summary: Jeff gives Jared a little one on one attention after his punishment.

A/Ns & Warnings: Shaving, daddy!kink, minor age play

A belated birthday gift for missyjack who wanted something with a blindfold...which this isn't exactly, but I hope it close enough. Also, offered as a thank you to all of you who have given me love and assistance today. You all restore my faith in the world and prove yet again that fandom is filled with the most amazing people.




"I feel silly." Jared said, looking up at Jeffrey as he came back into the room.

Jeff smiled and set down the small bowl. "No need to feel silly."

"You want me to just sit here?" Jared asked, dropping his hands from the arms of the chair onto his lap and shrugging.

"Just sit still." Jeff replied.

He moved around behind Jared, his hands gliding over the bare skin of his shoulders. "Relax," he murmured with a soft chuckle. He rubbed gently at Jared's shoulders and Jared struggled to let go of the anxiety in his stomach.

Things had been a little awkward between them since Jared's "punishment" and he was more than a little uneasy at being alone with him now. Which was silly. Jeff had been right. Jared had put them all at risk and things between them were too important to fuck up.

Somewhere along the line things had gone from fun and sexual exploration to something much deeper and Jared could have ended that…could have hurt them all. All because Jared was horny and wanted Jensen and couldn't wait until they were someplace safe. It was a matter of trust, and Jared had learned his lesson.

"Close your eyes." Jeff said softly, tilting Jared's head back.

Jared looked around him briefly, the table beside the chair with it's towel covering…well, he wasn't sure what it was covering, and Jared's nakedness…it had him uneasy. Still, he closed his eyes as he was told.

Something warm and wet touched his chin and Jared started. "Take it easy." Jeff murmured. "You're strung a little tight."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Jared whispered. He heard Jeff set the bowl down again.

Jeff sighed and came around in front of Jared. "Open your eyes. Look at me."

Jared dropped his head forward, opening his eyes. Jeff's eyes scanned over his face, his hand rising up to cup his cheek. "It's okay, Jared."

He knew Jeff meant more than this moment, more than his tension. He meant that Jared had been forgiven, that Jeff still cared for him. Jared nodded jaggedly. Jeff's face was warm, open, his smile soft. He kissed Jared lightly, his lips brushing over Jared's until Jared's mouth opened. "Let me show you."

Jared nodded slowly, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back. The cold wet sensation was back, up under his chin, along his jawbone. Slowly it dawned on him that Jeff was lathering his face, the brush wiping over scruffy skin to prepare him for a shave.

"Do you trust me, Jared?"

"Trust you Daddy." Jared murmured.

Jeff was behind him again. His fingers held Jared's chin, pulling his head against Jeff's stomach. The blade was cold as Jeff rested it against his neck. He pulled on it slowly, up the long, lathered column of skin to his jaw and off.

"Trust is very important Jared."

He wanted to nod, but the razor was there, on his skin, scraping up and over his chin in a long stroke. Jeff made smaller strokes along his jaw line, then drew the blade up his cheek and off.

Jeff worked quietly and quickly then, the only sound in the room the scrapping of the blade on flesh and Jared's rapid breathing through his nose. Jared felt Jeff's hands leave him and started to move.

"Not finished."

Jared nodded and settled back into the chair. He heard the microwave door in the kitchen, then Jeff was back. "Hot."

A warm, wet towel settled over Jared's face. Jeff's hands slid over Jared's shoulders and down his chest. They guided Jared's legs open, pulling him toward the front of the chair.

Jared didn't know what else Jeff had planned, but his cock was certainly showing interest. Jeff's finger glided over the surface, then his hand closed around it. He pumped Jared's cock a few times, then his hand stopped at the top, holding it firm.

Jared stilled as the warm, wet sensation of the lather returned, this time around his cock, all along the base. "Daddy?"

Jeff's hand left his cock and Jared got the impression Jeff was leaning over him. "Little boys don't have hair on their face or their private places, Jared."

Jared dragged air into his suddenly malfunctioning lungs. "Y-yes, Daddy."

Jeff snickered and went back to holding Jared's cock. Jeff was going to shave him. The thought made Jared's cock twitch. Jeff held the tip of it in two fingers and went back to lathering him up.

It would be something Sandy and Jensen would notice. No way to hide it. He let out the air he was holding.

"Sit still now." Jeff murmured.

Jared's hands closed over the arms of the chair, holding tight…so tight his knuckles ached. He froze as the blade touched him. He wanted to pull the towel off his face, wanted to see. Jeff's hands moved carefully, pulling the skin tight, dragging the razor over and up. Jared could hear him wipe the blade on something before he came back again.

Each short stroke made Jared's breath hitch. His cock was leaking and he was going to come. He shook his head. This shouldn't make him come. This shouldn't make him want the way he did.

Jared moaned, fighting the urge to seek out contact, to thrust his hips up at Jeff. Any movement could have severe consequences. At last, Jeff seemed to finish, the blade leaving his skin. Jared heard him wipe it, then Jeff's hand was lifting the towel from his face. He was wiping the left over lather, his other hand resting casually on Jared's thigh.

Jared's eyes fell on that hand. On the blade in that hand. He'd expected a straight razor, an old fashioned blade. The knife in Jeff's hand was wicked by comparison. Six inches of gleaming metal and a black handle. Jared's eyes watched as Jeff lifted it, smiling.

He brought it up close to Jared's cock. "Clean as a newborn." The cold flat of the blade touched the flesh on Jared's cock and Jared's eyes rolled closed, his cock spewing as if he were a fourteen year old staring at his first centerfold.

Jeff set the knife on the table and used the towel to clean Jared's come off his stomach. "Now Daddy can take his baby boy upstairs and give him a nice bath before putting him to bed."

He tugged on Jared's hands until he stood, then twined his fingers through Jared's, leading him to the stairs. Jeff's tub was already filled with water that had probably been steaming when Jared arrived, but was now the perfect temperature. Jeff didn't let go of his hand until Jared was seated in the water, and then it was just to pick up the wash cloth.

Jeff's hands moved over Jared's skin, washing him carefully. "That's my good boy." Jeff whispered as he finished and pulled the plug. He wrapped Jared in a fluffy towel and walked him out to the bed. Jeff's body was warm as it spooned up behind him, his arms wrapping around Jared and pulling him close. "Daddy loves taking care of his boys, Jared."

Jared nodded sleepily. "Yes Daddy."

Jeff's face nuzzled into the back of his neck. "I love you, boy."

"I love you too, Daddy." Jared whispered back.