Jack almost crushes the bones in Dean's hand while clinging onto him, that's how nervous the boy is. Well, sure, Dean gets it. It's not his first occasion but Jack's and as the experienced, the mature, he has to take care of Jack's well-being.
“Cool down boy, you lookin’ great. They'll love it.”
Jack utters a tiny, desperate whimper. He's like a puppy. It reminds Dean of Sam when they were younger. It's kinda adorable. Also, Jack moves a lot, it itches and tingles everywhere, and sitting for even 15 minutes straight in their position is indeed something that makes you struggle. He'll get used to it.
“You think?”, Jack asks, he's scratching his neck right under the collar.
The old white, brand new, genuine leather collar with his name on it. Everything Jack wears is white and brand new. Tailored just for him. Dean shouldn't look, even though Jack is just drop dead gorgeous and all that lace, the leather, the straps. And that tiny thong. It's perfect.
“Yeah. They'll love it. Probably just swallow you in one delicious bite.”
Big blue eyes and pouty lips that part, expose a tooth gap. Jack's pink glossy lips are... Fuck. Kissable. Maybe they will allow Dean to...
Jack is silent for a moment. “Pink satin looks so hot on you, was it her idea?”
Jack's tongue flicks over his bottom lip.
“Nah, don't smudge the lipstick. It'll get ruined early enough.”
“Jesus Christ, Dean, is that an attempt to calm me down or work me up even harder?”
Dean huffs. “Sorry, maybe both.”
Dean shakes his head an chuckles. “No, babe, that was a woman I knew about 20 years ago... She put me in her underwear and liked it to humiliate me. Fast forward. Here I am, sitting on the floor in front of a damn cane.”
Jack's forehead crumbles. “Yours is a cane. Mine is a paddle.”
“Yeah. Going easy on you, newbie.”
“Hfffmpfff old man.” Jack teases. “My heels go numb.”
“Wiggle your toes and try to get up just enough to let the blood flow. But under no circumstances, change your position. We are only allowed to go nadu when...”
Dean us silent suddenly and only hisses a “nadu... NOW” in Jack's direction. Both kneeling men open their legs and then present the palms of their hands on their upper thigh, fingers showing to their knees.
Jack is close to crying, Dean knows it. He looks down, in his crotch, cock hidden in a cage. Jack is allowed to be without.
Jack looks down, too but when he hears them approaching he whines softly in excitement. He knows he shouldn't make a sound.
Sam's voice is ice tea. "Subs, collar position."
Jack and Dean take their hands behind their heads and stretch their back. “Look up.”
Sam is dressed all in black suit and Jack is about to burst into tears by the look the Winchester's face, his stern, rock hard and dominant appearance. He puts a matching leash on the collar.
When Jack dares to look over to Dean he sees Rowena, beautiful, graceful, oh so overwhelmingly powerful Rowena, dressed all red silk, a hint of cherrie blossom perfume. The look in Dean's eyes. The adoration.
Jack looks up to Sam. It's a mistake, but he can't help it. “Am I as beautiful as Dean?”, Jack needs to know. Sam pulls him up on his feet using just the leash and minimum pull.
“You, my dear, are divine. Let's go. We'll show you the way.”
And Jack follows, proud of the leash, proud that Sam picked him today. Ready to be atomised and rebuild like Dean explained it to him.
White is just a colour. But it looks the best on a boy with the face of a Greek half god. Or an angel.
