Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [34/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (34/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 2,752
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
It didn't matter where he went, Jensen could still feel Jared's eyes on him. Each time he met the man's gaze, he felt a pull in his stomach, a pooling of heat even lower as memories played back of their short time spent in the bathroom only a few hours ago. And even though he didn't want to, Jensen kept his distance from Jared as much as he could -- at least for the time being.
Glancing around the room, Jensen searched for Chris, really just looking for a way to pass the time. And Chris was safe. He found him talking with Jeffrey, who had made himself up to look like a Catholic priest. Stevie had already joked about how she needed to confess her sins. Jared and Jensen had blocked their ears and headed off in the opposite direction at that point. Jensen decided to join Chris and Jeffrey, moving even further away from Jared. On his way over, he heard a cackling sound that he'd not heard in years. He turned, recognizing the laughter as that of his mother. He smiled, seeing her standing at the kitchen island with Stevie, Dani and Trevor. They had a row of shots lined up in front of them, along with a bowl of cut limes and salt shakers.
"Okay, ready?" Dani said. "On three. One, two, three."
All three women -- maybe four with Trevor there -- used the salt, lime and shots like pros. Donna squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the alcohol, gasping after and waving her hand in front of her face. "I haven't drank this much in years," she admitted. "Or rather, I haven't drank this much and had this much fun in years."
"Well, you're with the Queens of Fun now, sweetheart," Trevor giggled.
"And Trevor's the reigning one," Stevie teased. She laughed louder when Trevor lifted his arms up in the air, triumphantly declaring his title.
Nearing them, Jensen reached out to his mother, rubbing her back as he stepped closer. "You guys are having a little too much fun, I think," he teased.
"Yeah, see what happens when your father isn't around?" The words were out of Donna's mouth before she could stop them. Quickly, she slapped both hands over her mouth, while Stevie, Dani and Trevor burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry," Donna said to Jensen. "I shouldn't have said that."
"You're right, Mom," he smiled. "Don't apologize."
"I know," she said. "But I shouldn't be so mean."
"Why not? He is to everyone else."
"Did it hurt?"
He frowned at her, shaking his head. "No, Mom," he said. "I know what kind of guy Dad is."
"No," she corrected. "That."
He looked to where she was pointing, eyeing the piercing on his chest. "Oh," he said. "Yeah, it hurt."
"Then why'd you do it, for God's sake?"
Jensen laughed, reached around his mother and grabbed a shot glass off of the table. He downed the liquor in it and then moved along, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Jensen!" Donna called after him, but he didn't answer. "Well, it was a legitimate question."
"You know why he did it, sweetheart," Trevor said.
"I do?"
Trevor motioned across the room, to where Jared stood in his doctor's outfit. "Because of that bit of prime real estate."
Dani snorted hard, hurting her throat as she laughed. "Ow," she giggled. "That was really lame, Trev."
Grinning, Trevor looked over at Dani. "Tell me you wouldn't give that a go," he said, wriggling his perfectly trimmed eyebrows.
It was relatively quiet for a moment, the women looking at Dani. "Okay," she admitted. "I would."
"See?"
"Maybe with Chris, too."
The women whooped at the mention of a threesome and poured themselves another round of shots.
Everyone wandered outside eventually. Not only for the food that was being grilled out there, but also for the fireworks that would be set off at midnight. Jared had bought a couple of really obnoxious sets, just to piss off the neighbours. They already disliked Jeffrey and Jared, so why not make it fun?
On his own, Jensen moved outside to the front of the garage where one of Jeffrey's construction employees was grilling just about everything you could imagine, regardless of the late hour. He talked to the man for a few minutes -- Ronald, his name was -- and then grabbed a beer from the cooler nearby. He shook off his hands, ridding himself of the ice water, and then twisted the cap until the bottle hissed at him. Just as he was about to drink, he heard a soft, low voice speaking to him from behind.
"You have avoided me all night," Jared said, leaning in close to him.
Jensen paused, smiled slightly and then took a drink of the beer. "I thought it might be a good idea, considering," he replied, turning so that he could look at Jared.
"Considering what?"
"You know what considering."
"Considering that, after this party, I plan on taking you to bed and making you sweaty and out of breath? Working you hard until about three or four in the morning?" he grinned.
Jensen chuckled, his eyes sparkling in the low glow of the party lights. "Ambitious," he winked.
Jared slung his arm around Jensen's waist, albeit awkwardly with the giant angel wings still on Jensen's shoulders. "You know I can," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
"Yes, I do," he returned, nodding his head as Jared pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
"Not now, save it for later!" Stevie interrupted, smacking Jared's shoulder. "You've got thirty-five minutes, mister."
"Tell me you haven't kissed Jeffrey yet," Jared chuckled, watching her get two bottles of beer from the cooler.
"I haven't," she replied, her nose lifted into the air. "I've been a good girl."
"Yeah," Jensen nodded. "She's spent all of her time, instead, getting drunk."
Stevie gasped, pretending to be horrified. "Your mother's the one that started that," she said. "The rest of us just followed along."
"Sure, you bunch of sheep."
"Baa." And then she was gone, whirling back into the crowd, heading toward the priest that desperately wanted another beer. Jared had to admit, Batgirl never looked so good. Shelby was at her heels, too, her Underdog cape rippling behind her.
Jared stayed close to Jensen for the last thirty-five minutes. Trevor joined them for a little while, joking with Jared and flirting with Jensen. Jared laughed when Jensen's face turned red, his ears burning with embarassment, when Trevor said he'd had no idea what a gorgeous body had been hidden underneath the dowdy school uniform.
"I see," Trevor had said. "Keep all the sexy ones for yourself."
"Ones?" Jensen asked. "As in plural?"
Jared waved away Trevor's words, admitting to Jensen that even if there had been others, there was only him now, and that's all that mattered.
When it came time to start the countdown, Jeffrey led the count, and then everyone else joined in. From where Jared and Jensen stood, you could see people pair off, tugging their loved ones closer as the numbers dwindled down to three...two...one...
"Happy New Year!" everyone shouted, glasses raised. The champagne that had been passed out by Trevor, Dani and Donna was momentarily forgotten about. Kisses were more important.
Smiling, Jensen looked up at Jared and opened his mouth to a very deep kiss. He didn't care about who would see them, who would think they were freaks, or who would call the cops on them. He returned the kiss with just as much zeal as Jared put into it. He suddenly realized that, with his free hand, he had bunched up Jared's scrub shirt in a fist. He let go of him, backed away from the kiss and clinked his glass to Jared's.
"Happy New Year," he grinned.
Jared winked at him. "Happy New Year," he repeated.
Before he could swallow the mouthful of champagne he'd taken, Jensen was attacked from behind. He tried to duck, but found an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Happy goddamn New Year!" Chris shouted. His other arm was around Dani, and she was just as drunk as he was.
"You guys having a good time?" Jared asked.
"Fuck yeah," Chris laughed. "I came over to give my boy a kiss."
Jensen laughed, not believing him, but then Chris suddenly let go of Dani, grabbed Jensen's face with both hands, and pressed a big, sloppy kiss to Jensen's mouth. Jensen tried to pretend that he hadn't always wondered what it would be like to kiss Chris. He should have been mortified, especially with Jared standing right there, watching them. Instead, he felt more than just a little turned on.
Dani whooped upon seeing the two men kissing. She squeezed at her boyfriend's backside, not taking her eyes off of them.
As Chris backed away, Jensen's face flushed red. He felt bad for having been turned on by the kiss, almost as if he'd cheated on Jared. He saw that he shouldn't have felt that way when he looked up into Jared's eyes. The man's pupils were dilated, his lips parted just slightly. He was turned on too.
Clearing his throat, Jensen wiped away the kiss that Chris had given him. "Just, um, let me know when you guys need a ride home, and I'll call the cab for you."
"Fan-shmastic!" Chris declared. He put his arm around Dani again and they wandered off into the crowds again.
There was silence between Jared and Jensen for several seconds, until Jared leaned in closer. "Can I take you into the garage now?" he asked. "That was hot."
"Shut up," Jensen returned. Still, he couldn't help but smile.
Jensen was sure his heart was going to stop. He was drenched in sweat, his hair plastered down to his scalp, his skin red in places where Jared had nipped at him or held onto him too hard.
Everyone had left the party around two in the morning. They had set off the fireworks one by one, stretching out the fun and games until the last possible minute. The neighbors had called the cops once. The officers showed up, took an unopened beer each offered to them, told Jeffrey to turn down the music just slightly, and left them alone. When the neighbors saw that the cops weren't going to do much more than that, they gave up. Jared had moments of wishing the crowds would disperse right away, and then realizing that he was having a good time -- he would have his way with Jensen soon enough.
And that he did.
Jensen, turned over onto his stomach, gripped the bedsheets in his hands. His forehead was pressed against the mattress, his moans muffled by the covers. Jared's hips were placed firmly against his, thrusting hard, hands gripping Jensen's waist to keep him relatively steady.
Suddenly, Jensen pushed back against Jared and spoke one word that was almost unintelligible.
"What?" Jared asked, out of breath.
"I said stop," he repeated.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. He wriggled out from underneath Jared and kissed him, pulling them both up to their knees in the center of the bed. He gripped at Jared's backside, strong fingers dimpling the rounded flesh there. "I want to do it."
The words were spoken in a breathy whisper, amidst a kiss. Jared pulled back enough to look down at Jensen, curious, and shook his head. "Do what?"
Jensen swallowed hard. He'd already come once -- not including the bathroom incident -- and had surrendered himself to the idea of doing whatever Jared wanted in reward for what he'd gotten. But in record time, Jared had him ready to come again, using Jensen's new peircing to help. Now, he wanted a little something more. "I want to do what you were just doing to me," he admitted.
A smile crept across Jared's face. "Oh," he said softly. "Well, I guess I can't stay a virgin forever."
Jensen chuckled at him, shaking his head. "I'm not sure you ever were."
"I'm admitting nothing right now. Alright," Jared said, crawling up to the head of the bed. "Come on."
Jensen followed him, remaining on his knees behind Jared. He had never done anything like this before, of course, but he could easily recall what he liked Jared to do to him. He mimicked the moves, slipping his hands low and letting his fingers find dark spaces and the tight ring of muscle he knew was there. When he found the right place, Jared hissed through his teeth and let his head rock back slightly. Instincitvely, his hips moved with Jensen's movements.
Jensen watched Jared's moves, trying to pretend that he wasn't turned on even just by that. He felt his own cock twitch as he carefully pushed one slick finger deeper. He was encouraged to do more by the sounds escaping Jared's throat. Pushing deep and stroking in an alternating rhythm, Jensen watched Jared's reaction. The man's fingers scrabbled along the garage wall, trying desperately to find purchase, to push back against Jensen, to claw at something that would ground him. Instead, he reached around and set a hand to Jensen's hip, pulling him in closer.
"Now," Jared whispered. "Do it now."
It was quiet for a few seconds, only the crinkling sound of the condom package being torn open to be heard. Jensen rolled it on as quickly as he could, added a touch of lube and positioned himself behind Jared again. He wasn't sure of himself at first, but once he'd completely surrounded himself with nothing but Jared, he felt himself become free once again.
Jared encouraged him, pushed back against each of Jensen's thrusts so that they moved as a unit, with each other and for each other. He felt Jensen's teeth against his shoulder, reached up to pull the young man's mouth down even harder. The pain, mixed with the pleasure, was enough to send him over the edge. He brought his hands down to his own cock, where Jensen was already stroking him, and helped. He rocked his head back and looked up at the ceiling as he came, shuddering against Jensen and the wall.
Jensen felt a change in the ring of muscle. It tightened and relaxed again, pulsing along with Jared's orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his own orgasm creeping closer. He opened his mouth and moaned against the taut skin of Jared's shoulder, and let himself go. He thrust three more times, each one harder than the last, and then stopped, letting the world stop with him. Sounds fused together, and his vision blurred when he opened his eyes again. His hands, sticky from Jared, were clamped down upon Jared's hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He breathed hard against Jared's back, sounding ragged and worn.
After a few more seconds, Jensen pulled away from Jared, collapsing upon the bed. Jared went with him, peeling off the condom he'd been wearing and dropped it over the edge of the bed, where the doctor's uniform was resting. He turned and looked at Jensen, watching the man's chest heave as he breathed hard.
"You okay?" Jared asked.
"Holy crap," Jensen managed.
Jared chuckled, reaching for Jensen's spent cock. He pulled the condom off and let it fall beside his own, where they would sit until probably about noon the next day. When he turned back, he kissed his way up Jensen's belly, sliding his tongue over the nipple piercing.
Jensen wriggled slightly, both from a good case of the shivers, and from trying to get away from Jared's exploratory mouth. "Ow," he mumbled.
"Won't be sore for much longer," Jared told him, nuzzling Jensen's neck. "I love that you got it though."
"Yeah, well, yours are so addictive," he smiled. "I thought it was only fair to fight fire with fire."
"Bully," he laughed.
Jensen felt Jared's fingers in his hair, pushing the wet locks off of his forehead. He looked up at him, smiling. "I had a really great time tonight," he said.
Jared arched his eyebrows at Jensen. "Night ain't over yet," he reminded him.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding m--"
Jensen's complaint was cut short by a very passionate kiss. He didn't know if he would be able to come yet again that night, but he knew Jared wouldn't give up without a valiant fight. He didn't mind though.
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (34/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 2,752
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
It didn't matter where he went, Jensen could still feel Jared's eyes on him. Each time he met the man's gaze, he felt a pull in his stomach, a pooling of heat even lower as memories played back of their short time spent in the bathroom only a few hours ago. And even though he didn't want to, Jensen kept his distance from Jared as much as he could -- at least for the time being.
Glancing around the room, Jensen searched for Chris, really just looking for a way to pass the time. And Chris was safe. He found him talking with Jeffrey, who had made himself up to look like a Catholic priest. Stevie had already joked about how she needed to confess her sins. Jared and Jensen had blocked their ears and headed off in the opposite direction at that point. Jensen decided to join Chris and Jeffrey, moving even further away from Jared. On his way over, he heard a cackling sound that he'd not heard in years. He turned, recognizing the laughter as that of his mother. He smiled, seeing her standing at the kitchen island with Stevie, Dani and Trevor. They had a row of shots lined up in front of them, along with a bowl of cut limes and salt shakers.
"Okay, ready?" Dani said. "On three. One, two, three."
All three women -- maybe four with Trevor there -- used the salt, lime and shots like pros. Donna squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the alcohol, gasping after and waving her hand in front of her face. "I haven't drank this much in years," she admitted. "Or rather, I haven't drank this much and had this much fun in years."
"Well, you're with the Queens of Fun now, sweetheart," Trevor giggled.
"And Trevor's the reigning one," Stevie teased. She laughed louder when Trevor lifted his arms up in the air, triumphantly declaring his title.
Nearing them, Jensen reached out to his mother, rubbing her back as he stepped closer. "You guys are having a little too much fun, I think," he teased.
"Yeah, see what happens when your father isn't around?" The words were out of Donna's mouth before she could stop them. Quickly, she slapped both hands over her mouth, while Stevie, Dani and Trevor burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry," Donna said to Jensen. "I shouldn't have said that."
"You're right, Mom," he smiled. "Don't apologize."
"I know," she said. "But I shouldn't be so mean."
"Why not? He is to everyone else."
"Did it hurt?"
He frowned at her, shaking his head. "No, Mom," he said. "I know what kind of guy Dad is."
"No," she corrected. "That."
He looked to where she was pointing, eyeing the piercing on his chest. "Oh," he said. "Yeah, it hurt."
"Then why'd you do it, for God's sake?"
Jensen laughed, reached around his mother and grabbed a shot glass off of the table. He downed the liquor in it and then moved along, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Jensen!" Donna called after him, but he didn't answer. "Well, it was a legitimate question."
"You know why he did it, sweetheart," Trevor said.
"I do?"
Trevor motioned across the room, to where Jared stood in his doctor's outfit. "Because of that bit of prime real estate."
Dani snorted hard, hurting her throat as she laughed. "Ow," she giggled. "That was really lame, Trev."
Grinning, Trevor looked over at Dani. "Tell me you wouldn't give that a go," he said, wriggling his perfectly trimmed eyebrows.
It was relatively quiet for a moment, the women looking at Dani. "Okay," she admitted. "I would."
"See?"
"Maybe with Chris, too."
The women whooped at the mention of a threesome and poured themselves another round of shots.
Everyone wandered outside eventually. Not only for the food that was being grilled out there, but also for the fireworks that would be set off at midnight. Jared had bought a couple of really obnoxious sets, just to piss off the neighbours. They already disliked Jeffrey and Jared, so why not make it fun?
On his own, Jensen moved outside to the front of the garage where one of Jeffrey's construction employees was grilling just about everything you could imagine, regardless of the late hour. He talked to the man for a few minutes -- Ronald, his name was -- and then grabbed a beer from the cooler nearby. He shook off his hands, ridding himself of the ice water, and then twisted the cap until the bottle hissed at him. Just as he was about to drink, he heard a soft, low voice speaking to him from behind.
"You have avoided me all night," Jared said, leaning in close to him.
Jensen paused, smiled slightly and then took a drink of the beer. "I thought it might be a good idea, considering," he replied, turning so that he could look at Jared.
"Considering what?"
"You know what considering."
"Considering that, after this party, I plan on taking you to bed and making you sweaty and out of breath? Working you hard until about three or four in the morning?" he grinned.
Jensen chuckled, his eyes sparkling in the low glow of the party lights. "Ambitious," he winked.
Jared slung his arm around Jensen's waist, albeit awkwardly with the giant angel wings still on Jensen's shoulders. "You know I can," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
"Yes, I do," he returned, nodding his head as Jared pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
"Not now, save it for later!" Stevie interrupted, smacking Jared's shoulder. "You've got thirty-five minutes, mister."
"Tell me you haven't kissed Jeffrey yet," Jared chuckled, watching her get two bottles of beer from the cooler.
"I haven't," she replied, her nose lifted into the air. "I've been a good girl."
"Yeah," Jensen nodded. "She's spent all of her time, instead, getting drunk."
Stevie gasped, pretending to be horrified. "Your mother's the one that started that," she said. "The rest of us just followed along."
"Sure, you bunch of sheep."
"Baa." And then she was gone, whirling back into the crowd, heading toward the priest that desperately wanted another beer. Jared had to admit, Batgirl never looked so good. Shelby was at her heels, too, her Underdog cape rippling behind her.
Jared stayed close to Jensen for the last thirty-five minutes. Trevor joined them for a little while, joking with Jared and flirting with Jensen. Jared laughed when Jensen's face turned red, his ears burning with embarassment, when Trevor said he'd had no idea what a gorgeous body had been hidden underneath the dowdy school uniform.
"I see," Trevor had said. "Keep all the sexy ones for yourself."
"Ones?" Jensen asked. "As in plural?"
Jared waved away Trevor's words, admitting to Jensen that even if there had been others, there was only him now, and that's all that mattered.
When it came time to start the countdown, Jeffrey led the count, and then everyone else joined in. From where Jared and Jensen stood, you could see people pair off, tugging their loved ones closer as the numbers dwindled down to three...two...one...
"Happy New Year!" everyone shouted, glasses raised. The champagne that had been passed out by Trevor, Dani and Donna was momentarily forgotten about. Kisses were more important.
Smiling, Jensen looked up at Jared and opened his mouth to a very deep kiss. He didn't care about who would see them, who would think they were freaks, or who would call the cops on them. He returned the kiss with just as much zeal as Jared put into it. He suddenly realized that, with his free hand, he had bunched up Jared's scrub shirt in a fist. He let go of him, backed away from the kiss and clinked his glass to Jared's.
"Happy New Year," he grinned.
Jared winked at him. "Happy New Year," he repeated.
Before he could swallow the mouthful of champagne he'd taken, Jensen was attacked from behind. He tried to duck, but found an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Happy goddamn New Year!" Chris shouted. His other arm was around Dani, and she was just as drunk as he was.
"You guys having a good time?" Jared asked.
"Fuck yeah," Chris laughed. "I came over to give my boy a kiss."
Jensen laughed, not believing him, but then Chris suddenly let go of Dani, grabbed Jensen's face with both hands, and pressed a big, sloppy kiss to Jensen's mouth. Jensen tried to pretend that he hadn't always wondered what it would be like to kiss Chris. He should have been mortified, especially with Jared standing right there, watching them. Instead, he felt more than just a little turned on.
Dani whooped upon seeing the two men kissing. She squeezed at her boyfriend's backside, not taking her eyes off of them.
As Chris backed away, Jensen's face flushed red. He felt bad for having been turned on by the kiss, almost as if he'd cheated on Jared. He saw that he shouldn't have felt that way when he looked up into Jared's eyes. The man's pupils were dilated, his lips parted just slightly. He was turned on too.
Clearing his throat, Jensen wiped away the kiss that Chris had given him. "Just, um, let me know when you guys need a ride home, and I'll call the cab for you."
"Fan-shmastic!" Chris declared. He put his arm around Dani again and they wandered off into the crowds again.
There was silence between Jared and Jensen for several seconds, until Jared leaned in closer. "Can I take you into the garage now?" he asked. "That was hot."
"Shut up," Jensen returned. Still, he couldn't help but smile.
Jensen was sure his heart was going to stop. He was drenched in sweat, his hair plastered down to his scalp, his skin red in places where Jared had nipped at him or held onto him too hard.
Everyone had left the party around two in the morning. They had set off the fireworks one by one, stretching out the fun and games until the last possible minute. The neighbors had called the cops once. The officers showed up, took an unopened beer each offered to them, told Jeffrey to turn down the music just slightly, and left them alone. When the neighbors saw that the cops weren't going to do much more than that, they gave up. Jared had moments of wishing the crowds would disperse right away, and then realizing that he was having a good time -- he would have his way with Jensen soon enough.
And that he did.
Jensen, turned over onto his stomach, gripped the bedsheets in his hands. His forehead was pressed against the mattress, his moans muffled by the covers. Jared's hips were placed firmly against his, thrusting hard, hands gripping Jensen's waist to keep him relatively steady.
Suddenly, Jensen pushed back against Jared and spoke one word that was almost unintelligible.
"What?" Jared asked, out of breath.
"I said stop," he repeated.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. He wriggled out from underneath Jared and kissed him, pulling them both up to their knees in the center of the bed. He gripped at Jared's backside, strong fingers dimpling the rounded flesh there. "I want to do it."
The words were spoken in a breathy whisper, amidst a kiss. Jared pulled back enough to look down at Jensen, curious, and shook his head. "Do what?"
Jensen swallowed hard. He'd already come once -- not including the bathroom incident -- and had surrendered himself to the idea of doing whatever Jared wanted in reward for what he'd gotten. But in record time, Jared had him ready to come again, using Jensen's new peircing to help. Now, he wanted a little something more. "I want to do what you were just doing to me," he admitted.
A smile crept across Jared's face. "Oh," he said softly. "Well, I guess I can't stay a virgin forever."
Jensen chuckled at him, shaking his head. "I'm not sure you ever were."
"I'm admitting nothing right now. Alright," Jared said, crawling up to the head of the bed. "Come on."
Jensen followed him, remaining on his knees behind Jared. He had never done anything like this before, of course, but he could easily recall what he liked Jared to do to him. He mimicked the moves, slipping his hands low and letting his fingers find dark spaces and the tight ring of muscle he knew was there. When he found the right place, Jared hissed through his teeth and let his head rock back slightly. Instincitvely, his hips moved with Jensen's movements.
Jensen watched Jared's moves, trying to pretend that he wasn't turned on even just by that. He felt his own cock twitch as he carefully pushed one slick finger deeper. He was encouraged to do more by the sounds escaping Jared's throat. Pushing deep and stroking in an alternating rhythm, Jensen watched Jared's reaction. The man's fingers scrabbled along the garage wall, trying desperately to find purchase, to push back against Jensen, to claw at something that would ground him. Instead, he reached around and set a hand to Jensen's hip, pulling him in closer.
"Now," Jared whispered. "Do it now."
It was quiet for a few seconds, only the crinkling sound of the condom package being torn open to be heard. Jensen rolled it on as quickly as he could, added a touch of lube and positioned himself behind Jared again. He wasn't sure of himself at first, but once he'd completely surrounded himself with nothing but Jared, he felt himself become free once again.
Jared encouraged him, pushed back against each of Jensen's thrusts so that they moved as a unit, with each other and for each other. He felt Jensen's teeth against his shoulder, reached up to pull the young man's mouth down even harder. The pain, mixed with the pleasure, was enough to send him over the edge. He brought his hands down to his own cock, where Jensen was already stroking him, and helped. He rocked his head back and looked up at the ceiling as he came, shuddering against Jensen and the wall.
Jensen felt a change in the ring of muscle. It tightened and relaxed again, pulsing along with Jared's orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his own orgasm creeping closer. He opened his mouth and moaned against the taut skin of Jared's shoulder, and let himself go. He thrust three more times, each one harder than the last, and then stopped, letting the world stop with him. Sounds fused together, and his vision blurred when he opened his eyes again. His hands, sticky from Jared, were clamped down upon Jared's hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He breathed hard against Jared's back, sounding ragged and worn.
After a few more seconds, Jensen pulled away from Jared, collapsing upon the bed. Jared went with him, peeling off the condom he'd been wearing and dropped it over the edge of the bed, where the doctor's uniform was resting. He turned and looked at Jensen, watching the man's chest heave as he breathed hard.
"You okay?" Jared asked.
"Holy crap," Jensen managed.
Jared chuckled, reaching for Jensen's spent cock. He pulled the condom off and let it fall beside his own, where they would sit until probably about noon the next day. When he turned back, he kissed his way up Jensen's belly, sliding his tongue over the nipple piercing.
Jensen wriggled slightly, both from a good case of the shivers, and from trying to get away from Jared's exploratory mouth. "Ow," he mumbled.
"Won't be sore for much longer," Jared told him, nuzzling Jensen's neck. "I love that you got it though."
"Yeah, well, yours are so addictive," he smiled. "I thought it was only fair to fight fire with fire."
"Bully," he laughed.
Jensen felt Jared's fingers in his hair, pushing the wet locks off of his forehead. He looked up at him, smiling. "I had a really great time tonight," he said.
Jared arched his eyebrows at Jensen. "Night ain't over yet," he reminded him.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding m--"
Jensen's complaint was cut short by a very passionate kiss. He didn't know if he would be able to come yet again that night, but he knew Jared wouldn't give up without a valiant fight. He didn't mind though.
--TBC--