Black Valentine 7/? (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)

[lucifersprize]

Masterpost
Part 6

Jensen rubbed his eyes and silently cursed that Kane wasn’t online. Without his neural chip he had no extensive tools to sweep their suite for bugs. Keeping up the appearance of Master to Jared’s submissive was unconvincing, exhausting and unfair to the kid. Sure, there were going to be worse disciplines but he’d told Jared that he would be free to be himself in their suite and he’d like to keep his promise. He grabbed some clean boxer briefs to put in the dressing area for Jared and then switched on the entertainment screen. He flicked through the channels and ordered some clothes for Jared before bookmarking some tours and events which seemed suitable. There were several channels dedicated entirely to slave topics and some interactive training sessions which would be a useful resource for Jared so he bookmarked those too.

Kane eventually come back online to assess the security of their suite and sweep for bugs. For now they set up a blocking signal which scooped up real time footage, cleaned it up and looped it back out on a delay. Code had been added to his neural chip to pick up sensors that tracked it and to scramble them. In high surveillance areas it would deactivate entirely and a fail-safe meant that if sensors did somehow pick up the chip, the reaction was delayed long enough to throw suspicion on the next person to be scanned. It would have to be enough.

Jared returned from the bathroom smelling like a perfume advert, yawning and mellow. It wasn’t surprising, Jensen had slipped him a drop of sedative with his wine. He suggested that he sleep on the generously thick and fleecy slave bed at the foot of the main bed but Jensen insisted that the main bed was awesome and gigantic and there was no reason that they couldn’t share; he wouldn’t force himself on Jared but they had to eliminate personal space and be comfortable with the subtle touches of casual intimacy. Jared climbed in without argument, giving a half-hearted bounce before settling in and adjusting the pillows just-so under his head so he could stare out of their porthole. There weren’t any stars to see but he seemed content to gaze into the black, catching glimpses of bright service bugs which buzzed between decks. Between yawns he had a raft of sleepy questions for Jensen and wanted to apologize for staring at the A.I. who had greeted them, “Should I apologize to an A.I.?” he asked, “”Do they understand rudeness? Are they offended? Is it rude to stare on every planet? Only I was confused because they said they were designed to be pleasing to our demographic but I saw that other ships had completely different A.I.s to greet them.”

“I’ve never thought about it,” said Jensen, “So maybe I am ruder than you. Different places have different social norms. Perhaps they don’t notice. An A.I. is never an ‘it’, they have names and are generally referred to as ‘ai’. Their programming allows them to learn different emotions but hate, aggression and negativity are generally excluded. I suspect they cannot become offended by us, on a cruiser such as this, so we won’t apologize. They will certainly be used to it. As for appearance,” Jensen smiled softly at him, “Did you look at the people they were greeting?” He looked at Jared, waiting for a realization to set in.

It only took a moment for Jared to get it, “Oh!” he said, leaning up on his elbow, “The A.I.s look like the people that they greet.”

Jensen grinned, “Yeah, people feel more comfortable around other people who look like them. I expect a cruiser like this keeps different skins and chips for them so they always suit the guests.”

Jared spoke mid-yawn, his head falling back to his pillows, “A.I. s can change their skins? That’s awesome. He fought to keep his eyes open, “I didn’t know they could do that.”

“Some people too,” Jensen said quietly.

But Jared’s eyes closed and his head rolled back on the bed. “Huh,” was the only reply, or maybe it was just a loud exhale.

He tucked the comforter over the kid’s shoulders.

Jensen allowed himself to rest then, on the perfect-cloud bed, and while he lay primly on his side of it, Jared, it seemed was a snuggler, who searched out his warmth in his sleep, wrapping arms and legs around him. Jensen let him. It was the least he could give him in the circumstances, besides his life could be lonely and the contact felt kind of good. He slept.

Kane pinged on line as soon as he woke, or maybe it was the connection which woke him.  “Ah, isn’t he sweet! Can’t believe you didn’t ask for more.”

Jensen felt like growling, “Don’t be that asswipe, dude. We made a deal and I’m a gentleman.”

Kane chuckled. “Really? I never noticed, and that is pretty hard to resist.”

“Nevertheless, I manage, now give me some pointers before I wake him up. No sense in stressing him out unnecessarily.”

“Hate to say it Jen, but pushing your sub to the limits is pretty much the whole purpose of the Black Valentine, so you better man up and strap in - or strap him in anyhow,” Kane laughed at his own joke.

Jensen didn’t reply, he knew that Kane would pick up his displeasure.  They worked out the skeleton of a plan without Kane making another personal remark.

***

Jensen pulled the cover from Jared with a flourish, “Good morning, sunshine. Time to rise and shine.”

A hand grabbed it back and squinted up at him, bleary eyed, “But how can you be sure?” Jared muttered sleepily.

“Because, sweetheart, our entertainment screen has a little sunshine symbol at the corner and the ship lights have increased their intensity.”

“S’dark out. We’re in space s’always night,” Jared protested, waving his hand toward the porthole.

“Nice try, but if you don’t get up and get dressed we will miss our first stop and I thought you’d want to visit the Mystic Caves of Orrodin.”

Jared sat upright, he was suddenly awake, “With the ancient standing stones which whistle?”

“I’m told so.”

“And I’m allowed to go with you?” Jared shuffled to the edge of their bed, almost bouncing with excitement.

“Of course. You will be expected to meet certain standards of behavior and we shall be attending a more , eh - stressful, event prior to the excursion but if you are good, then I believe it will be an adequate reward.”

“I’ll do it, whatever,” Jared gushed.

The trauma of the previous day seemed to have dissipated, Jensen couldn’t help grinning at his enthusiasm, “You’re kind of easy, you know that?”

“But the caves of Orrodin!” Jared replied.

“Okay, sunshine, wash, shave and then put these clothes on and join me on the couch, and we’ll do a little homework.”

He popped his head out of the bathroom, mid shave to yell across the suite, “That bed, by the way. Worth the money! Best sleep ever! ”

Jensen decided not to mention the sedative, it could prove useful again.

There was a slight grumble when Jared saw his outfit but a powder pink pleated miniskirt hung low on his hips and he squeezed into a crop top with a pink glittery fish design. It all matched the color of his collar perfectly. The outfit was completed with a pair of soft lacy panties which fitted snugly with subtle support for his balls.

Jensen shouted a reminder, “Brush your hair or I’ll put it in bunches,” and was surprised when Jared wandered through with a hairbrush and glittery hair clips he had found with the complementary toiletries.

“I could use these,” he offered, a little too readily.  It would keep my bangs out of my eyes and they match my skirt.” He performed a little spin for Jensen and the bottom of the skirt swirled up revealing the outline of his cock in his panties. Jensen almost spat the coffee he was drinking. The kid looked good, maybe too good.

“I don’t like the top but I love this skirt. It’s like, designer. I wanted one for our prom but they were way too expensive. Not very practical for caves, but yeah, thanks. I swear I’ll try not to damage it,” continued Jared.

“There are protective clothes for the tour," said Jensen. "Sure, put the clips in if you want to. Have you ever worn heels?”

“Dude, I’m eighteen of course I have.”

Well, there was that. Jensen decided not to mention that he hadn’t ever tried to wear heels and rarely wore a skirt. It simply wasn’t the custom where he was from and it was difficult to run or fight in them which actually made them ideal for a submissive, especially one who might think about running once the reality of their situation set in.

“Do I need stockings? Make up?” Jared asked.

“No, your skin is perfect. Just make sure you moisturize.”

Jared looked scandalized at the thought that he might not. He was full of surprises.  

Kane let out a long whistle, “Whoo, boy. He is something else. He looks like dessert in a banquet of dry bread. Gonna have to keep him away from the sharks, Jensen.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He is all mine.”

“Did you say something?” Jared came over to stand beside him.

He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud, “Just that you’re all mine. You look amazing, Jared.”

The kid blushed and the tap of his fingers against his palm gave away his worries, “Thanks. You won’t share me will you?”

“No. Why would you ask that?” Jensen wondered.

Jared looked down at his body, his fingers splayed over his slim, muscular stomach. “Only sex workers show their navel.”

“Ah! Okay. Maybe on Winchester, but I can assure you that in most places everyone will be charmed to see those perfect abs and the curve at the base of your spine. There are some who would be shocked to see your ankles, but on this cruise there is no prudery. Bodies are beautiful and no part of them is a scandal.  You look like a million credit, Jared.”

Jared self consciously rubbed his hand across his stomach and blushed adorably, “Really?”

“Yes. Now come and kneel by my side. We’ll have breakfast and talk about the kinks we might try. We’ll draw up a short list of the ones that you are willing to try, another of kinks you really don’t think you can manage, and then there will be some things that you don’t want to try but I am going to insist on, because I need to network with certain people. We’ll find some middle ground and maybe you’ll even enjoy some of it."

Jared sank obediently to his knees on the cushion beside his chair and rested his chin cheekily on Jensen’s knee. “Y’know, you’re not bad for a pirate. I’ve been thinking and I’m sorry about last night. I could be stuck on the Brief Encounter forever, being fucked into a dirty mattress by anybody who can pay a few credit. It’s difficult but I’m going to do better.”

“Gotta hand it to you, he’s a natural,” Kane commented.

Jensen was more cynical, "He has a strong sense of self preservation," but to Jared he echoed, out loud, “You’re a natural. You’ll be perfect. Now take your chin off my knee unless you want to include puppy play in your list of possibilities.”

“Puppy play?” Jared removed his chin but he had a glint of curiosity in his eye.

tbc

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