Fic: Maybe This Time 2/? (Jensen/Jared)
Fandom: Supernatural J2
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OFC (sorry!) - also Mike/Tom off to the side
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: College!AU, UST, masturbation, the boys kind of being jerks (but only 'casue they love!)
Notes: I wrote all of this today. Because I'm awesome (and slightly high on accomplishment). As such, sorry for any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix!
Summary: What do you do when you have a crush on your rommate/coworker and you can't stand him?
Back to Part 1
Except for the massive debacle that is living and working with a guy who hates him, Jared's having a rather successful start to his freshman year, if he does say so himself. His other two roommates - the non-evil ones - are great and have definitely made the transition easier, even if he does still get random bouts of homesickness sometimes. His classes are pretty well balanced - Statistics sucks but European History makes up for it. He probably shouldn't have been as shocked as he was to walk into his Abnormal Psychology class and find Misha as the TA, but about four seconds later it made way more sense than Jared ever wanted to think about and they've taken to hanging out after class together ever since. They talk about almost everything, except for Jensen because Jared vetoed that the first time Misha attempted to bring the subject up.
As far as the Jensen issue goes… well, it's not getting any better. Jared seriously can't figure out what the problem is; it's like everything he says and does bugs Jensen, like just his existence as a personal affront, which, of course, pisses Jared off in turn and makes him act even worse toward Jensen; it's just a vicious fucking cycle.
… Ok, not a fucking cycle, because that would be… well, they'd probably get along a lot better if they were in a cycle of fucking, or at the very least, Jared would feel a lot better. But that's not going to happen, so nevermind.
It's probably not helping matters that Jared has essentially hijacked Jensen's entire circle of friends - except for Sandy, who Jared met in freshman orientation, and Chris, who seems to have decided to side with Jensen on principle - so they essentially have to spend all of their free time carefully ignoring one another at restaurants and clubs and in their own freaking dorm. It's getting old really fast.
On the plus side, their class schedules work out so that they very rarely have work at the same times, even though they almost always share the weekend shifts - he thinks it's Daneel's way of trying to force them to get along or something ; Jared strongly suspects she's an evil genius, even if that particular plan is hopeless.
And the whole thing about Jared having maybe a tiny little crush on Jensen? Well, that's a secret, because his friends would probably try to have him slapped in a straightjacket if anyone realized the he had elaborate sexual fantasies about a guy he also a notorious, mutual hate-on for.
College is so much more complicated than high school.
He's working the register at the bookstore on Thursday afternoon - which he's learned is the higher-education equivalent of Friday afternoon, because, as Mike says, ‘anyone can survive one day of classes hung over’; Jared has the BC Powders in his wallet to prove it - trying to work out their literature presentation with Sandy.
"I think I'm going to start using 'swiving' in my everyday life. Try and bring it back, you know," she announces from her perch on the counter next to him, reading over the Chaucer passage yet again, as if the Old English is somehow going to be readable this time.
"Do you talk about medieval people fucking a lot?" he laughs gamely, getting a really weird look from the guy he's ringing up. Then again, the dude's buying The Ice Man Cometh, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and a copy of Cosmo, so Jared figures that the guy's in no position to judge.
"No, but I could just use it for sex in general," Sandy slurs around the pink highlighter cap between her teeth.
"True," he admits, stuffing the guy's receipt in his plastic shopping bag and handing it over. "Do you talk about sex in general a lot?"
"Around you, who wouldn't?" Genevieve purrs as she steps up to the register. Her sexy act cracks almost immediately, falling into a fit of giggles that crinkle her nose as she slides a plastic cup piled high with whipped cream in his direction. Jared 100% blames Daneel for introducing him to the wonder of frappuccinos, but Gen's the one who really enables him; she takes it upon herself to bring him one at least once a day when they share a shift, which just makes him miss her even more the days he's stuck working with Jensen.
"I know," he sighs, "my sexual aura is overwhelming. Try to resist throwing yourself at my feet." He gives her shoulder a playful shove before he finally gets the straw in his mouth - only almost poking his eye out once. Fucking delicious. These things are going to kill him.
Gen props her chin in her hand and smiles expectantly which makes Jared feel incredibly uncomfortable for the .2 seconds it takes for Sandy to snort, "Yeah, luckily for us your sexual aura is masked by a thick layer of 'klutz'."
"Hey!" Jared says indignantly, "I've got grace and elegance pouring out my ass." Unfortunately his hand picks that particular moment to knock over the display of ballpoint pens.
"Well there's an image that's never going away," she laughs, watching him scramble to keep from losing the escaped writing utensils in the abyss underneath the register. He gives her his best pouty face, but she just rolls her eyes at him, which is maybe part of the reason he likes Sandy in the first place; he needs somebody around who's immune to his puppy eyes.
And speaking of ebing immune to Jared’s charms… the door shunks closed behind Jensen, who stalks in looking thunderous, typical for whenever Jared's around. It defies several natural laws that he can look nothing short of edible in that stupid little cap the coffee counter people have to wear, but he totally does - Jared manages to channel the swell of lust into irritation, just like he always does.
"Nice drink," Jensen grumbles, eyes flicking to the - admitted girly - beverage in Jared's hand as he walks past, not even pausing when Jared shoots a sunny "Fuck you too, sweetheart," after him. That's pretty much the extent of their daily communication.
Sandy sighs pointedly - she's joined the 'can't we all just get along' faction which comprises most of Jared's social circle now - but goes back to highlighting. Gen looks at him understandingly - he can't even imagine what that poor girl has to go through being trapped behind a counter with that bastard, although she insists that he's really sweet - and pats his arm, fingers lingering in soft circles on his forearm.
"You gonna clock out or what?" Jensen shouts to her from across the store, though there's no doubt in Jared's mind the glare leveled their direction is all for him.
She giggles again nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Well, guess I better…" Her thumb jerks in the general direction of Jensen's brooding but she walks backward very slowly, eyes on Jared the whole time like she's still waiting on him to do something. He runs down his mental to do list to make sure that he didn't accidentally forget to return one of her books or something, but can't come up with anything. Finally she sighs, looking almost disappointed as she turns and moves at a reasonable speed toward Jensen's scowl.
***
Jared's on for another hour, but it passes quickly while he and Sandy hash out the specifics of their presentation and then he can finally hand the register over to Zach and go enjoy a lovely, Jensen-free evening in his room - he swears Jensen bangs things into the wall between their rooms every now and then just to piss him off.
It's a nice night, warm for mid-October, so they decide to walk. The campus is still buzzing as the sun sets, everybody either walking dejectedly to their last class of the day or else rushing back to the dorms to get ready for whatever party/club/unavoidable midterm paper they'll be spending the unofficial first night of the weekend on.
Sandy's a quiet little shadow beside him. The silences between them are usually comfortable, but Jared can tell his friend has got something on her mind so it's almost a relief when she finally spits out, "So, Gen?"
"I don't want to talk about him, San," he sighs in frustration. Jensen is, like, everyone around him's favorite subject.
"Not that one," she dismisses the thought with a wave of her tiny hand, "Gen with a G."
"Oh!" Jared says, instantly in a much better mood, "What about her?"
Sandy groans and tips her head back to the sky, holding her hand out like a plea to the powers that be.
"She likes you Jared." she holds up a finger to stop him before he can jump in, "I mean she likes you likes you. Jesus, I sound like a seventh grader."
Jared readjusts the strap of his backpack, taking that one in. He's not oblivious of course, he'd kind of guessed that Genevieve had a thing for him, but the way Sandy says it makes it seem like he's supposed to do something about it, which… yeah, way out of Jared's depth.
"I guess," he shrugs finally, knowing there's no way Sandy's going to let this go, but he has to at least try, right?
"And do you like her, too? Like want to 'swive' with her, like her?" Sandy prompts and he can feel her watching his face. Between her and Misha he's going to have to learn a lot more control over his facial expressions.
"I- I dunno."
"Jared," Sandy's hand rests on his arm, not really pulling, but still enough to stop him dead in his tracks. "It's okay if you're gay. There's nothing wrong with that. You know we'll all support you."
"I know," he says to his sneakers. Somehow all of that quiet understanding in her soft, dark eyes is a little overwhelming. "I'm just… I'm not sure."
"About what?" she cajoles, sliding her grip down his arm to lace their fingers together. Her palm feels so tiny against his and he just watches it for a minute, her hand practically lost in the fold of his own. It would be so much easier if that did something for him.
"I… It's just," he sighs, trying to figure out a way to put years worth of angsting into words, "Okay, growing up, between my brother and his friends and thinking girls have cooties, I didn't really hang out with a lot of girls besides my sister, you know. And then my high school was, like, practically an all guys school; there were only four girls in our graduating class. And then, you know, now, I'm always around Misha and Mike and Tom and... anyway. It's just… I'm not..."
"You've always been attracted to guys, but you don't know if that's just circumstance or something real," Sandy finishes succinctly with a firm nod.
"God, I love you," he can't help but grin at the way she just instantly understands him.
She's not the first person he's ever talked to about this; he and Chad discussed it in high school when Jared first started to consider that he might be gay, but Chad's got the emotional range of printer paper, so it wasn't particularly helpful. He thinks his parents at least suspect - how many decent looking eighteen year olds out there have never been on a date? - and he's pretty sure Meg's had his coming out party planned for a year. He and Misha have gone over it, and while he's great to talk to, Mish isn't the most forth coming on advice; he says it's something Jared needs to figure out in his own time. Still, it's nice that Sandy knows, different somehow; maybe because Sandy more than anyone else has put him closer to an answer - if he was ever going to fall for a girl, it would be Sandy.
"Well, for what it's worth, I don't think that's how it works," she says matter-of-factly, tugging on his hand a little to get them moving again. "Otherwise everyone who ever went to an all boys school would be gay."
"Yeah, true."
The silence overtakes them again, but it's easy this time. Jared hadn't really realized until it was out there how much it had hurt to hold this back; in fact, a part of him had even been worried that he might unintentionally be leading Sandy on.
The sun has set somewhere beyond the tree line, the patterns of orange and gold melting into the indigo of twilight. Streetlamps flicker to life with an electric hum along the sidewalks, lighting the way back to Sandy's dorm.
"Look," she turns to him on the building steps, her pretty face painted over with seriousness, "this isn't any of my business, but as someone who's not quite as close to this as you are, I'll tell you this: I've never seen you really look at a girl. And with Daneel and I around, that's saying something," she adds with a wink. "And that's all I'm going to say on the subject."
She leans up - still shorter, despite the inches the steps earn her - to peck him on the cheek. He feels a warm surge of affection, but nothing even approaching sexual; it's almost a let down, he and Sandy would have been good together.
"Thanks San," he smiles, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to give her a tight squeeze.
"But you know," she muffles into his chest, her breath heating a little circle against his middle, "if you ever do go for girls, I get first dibs, right?" Her teasing grin is almost blinding and he can't resist tipping down to lay a smacking kiss on her forehead.
"You're at the top of the list!"
***
Their waitress passes around the tray full of salted glasses and promises to be back with more chips before she scurries off. The place is packed, a lot of other students stuffing in one last big night with their friends before having to be good boys and girls with their families over Thanksgiving. Fortunately they planned ahead - or, well, Dannel did - and reserved a table for their annual post-midterm 'let's get really drunk' extravaganza. A table for six, Jensen gloats mentally - no Jared! He's feeling so damn good about it, he almost wishes the kid was here just so he could rub it in his face.
Chris hands him the already sticky pitcher and he fills his glass liberally with the deliciousness of lime and tequila. They're frozen, which always makes him feel like a chick, but Dani bought this round, so he figures he can deal with a little girliness for free booze.
Unbidden the image of Jared pops into his head; leaning back against the register island, lips wrapped obscenely around the straw of his stupid girl-drink, sucking down frappuccino like it's manna from heaven with that look on his face - fuck, that look, as if having that straw in his mouth is pure bliss and Jensen's brain never fails to substitute 'straw' with 'cock'. Thank God the customers can only see him from the waist up or there would have been some really awkward moments at the coffee counter.
"You have to fuck him," Daneel says suddenly, reaching across Misha to get at the tortilla chips in the middle of the table.
"We've all agreed," Mike nods, spewing tiny pieces of said chips onto his place-setting. Tom gives him a disparaging look and wipes the mess onto the floor with a napkin.
"I'm not gonna fucking fuck him! I'm fucking sick of this conversation!" Jensen shouts. He hadn't actually meant to say it that loud, but whatever semi-Mexican guitars-and-trumpets crap the restaurant is pumping over the speaker system drowns him out enough to keep too many people from staring.
It would have probably looked a little better if he had at least pretended he didn't know who they were talking about right off the bat, but since the discussion had actively interrupted a... well, not a fantasy, just a thought, a totally casual, meaningless thought about Jared sucking his cock, it had kind of thrown him off.
Jensen takes an unnecessarily large gulp of his margarita and slams his eyes shut on the burst of brain freeze. Still better than having this discussion again.
"Genevieve has been trying to jump him for months and he's having none of it," Dani carries on as though Jensen hadn't just shouted how much he didn't want to talk about this to half the restaurant, "Obviously he's gay."
"Because that's the only possible reason he wouldn't bone Gen?" Jensen snaps before he can stop himself. He knows better than this, he should just ignore the conversation altogether and let her wear herself out, but sometimes his brain and his mouth don't agree on their course of action.
"Gen's cute!" Daneel chirps, shoving a salsa-loaded chip into her mouth so that the next bit is slurred around her crunching, "You wanted to do her before I threatened to fire you."
"Yeah, speaking of that - the rules don't apply to Jared?" Stupid, stupid mouth.
"I make the rules, they're subject to change whenever I say," she gives him her best hair flip, and licks an errant grain of salt off of her lips, "And now I say you have to fuck him." Mike and Tom nod their heads in unison - he may need to kidnap Mike for a few days just to make sure those two don't spontaneously fuse into a single being - while Misha just watches unhelpfully.
Jensen sighs, taking another deep drink of his margarita. There is seriously not enough alcohol in these things. "Don't any of you have your own lives to worry about?"
"No, not really," Misha shrugs easily.
"We're good," Tom agrees, because apparently he now gets to talk for Mike too. They need an intervention or something.
"I just make time because you matter so much to me," Dani says, resting her elbows on the table and clasping her hands as a little pedestal for her chin.
He looks hopefully at Chris, the last bastion of hope in a world gone Jared-crazy - and Jesus, it's fucking sad when Chris it the pinnacle of sanity - but his friend just holds out his hands helplessly. Jensen smacks his forehead down on the table, immediately regretting it when he feels the stickiness against his forehead.
"He's not going to stay single forever, honey," Daneel chides while Jensen's busy scrubbing at his face with a paper napkin, "It's kind of miraculous he hasn't hooked up with anybody in all this time."
"Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean it's not happening," Misha says sagely. Jensen doesn't know exactly how much sex Misha has, but he's heard enough drunken stories to know he doesn't want to know any more - the guy has game nobody gives him credit for. Right now, though, that fact is making Jensen's lungs feel hot and tight, like somebody split open his chest and drizzled in some hot lead.
Misha would actually fuck the kid without at least telling Jensen, right? Then again, those two do spend a lot of time together, and he's definitely heard their voices in Misha's room at night. Not like sexy voices, at least he doesn't think so, but then again he doesn't really know what Jared sounds like during sex and... what if Misha does?
"Regardless," Dani continues peevishly, "you're around him all the time, if anyone's got a shot at tapping that, it's you. And don't even try saying you don't want to because we all have fully-functional eyes, we know you do. And he totally wants it too."
Again with the nodding and the agreeing and the intense, blank watching from Misha - he totally hasn't nailed Jared, right? - and Jensen can't really seem to think of a good response for that with half of his brain caught up in suppressing the images of Misha and Jared getting all sweaty and naked together and the other half trying not to let those images make him want to dry heave.
"Come on, dude, back me up," he gestures wildly at Chris, who up until now had been firmly on the 'do what you want to do' side of the argument.
"Look, man," Christ crosses his arms over the table - oblivious to the margarita goo - and fixes Jensen with a solemn stare, "I love you, but you've got it bad for this kid. I think you just need to get in, get out, and get over it."
"You can't hit it and quit it with your roommate," Mike rolls his eyes and cuffs Chris on the back of the head which turns into a minor scuffle.
"Agreed, you need to be in a relationship with Jared," Tom says, pointedly ignoring the seated throw-down his boyfriend is having with Chris. Mike does end up tussling a lot, maybe Tom's just used to it.
"Seriously, Jen," Daneel jumps in - hoo-fucking-ray -, "I know you don't see it, what with your blinding pointless animosity and all, but you two would be kind of stupidly perfect for each other; totally aside from the steamy sex that I absolutely expect pictures of once you boys finally realize I'm right."
"The tribunal has spoken," Misha uses his almost empty glass as a gavel which Daneel and Tom echo as Mike falls out of his chair, taking Chris with him.
And that's just... well, that's way more than Jensen's ready to swallow for one evening, fuck you very much. He shoves away from the table, already making for the steps down to the bar as he calls "Don't follow me," over his shoulder. He cracks his knuckles as he goes, a part of him really hoping that one of them - ideally Misha - won't listen.
***
He'll show them. Not any of their fucking business anyway who and what he does, and he definitely does not do Jared Padalecki. Or want to. Not really. Only a little.
Anyway, that's not what this is about - because contrary to popular belief, not everything he does revolves around Jared - this is about how his goddamn friends can't tell him who to fuck.
Since when do they care anyway? None of them have ever taken more than a passing interest in any of his pathetic excuses for relationships but now that there's this guy he absolutely does not want to start something with - mostly - now they go and get bossy! Well fuck that all to hell, nobody gets to tell Jensen Ackles what to do.
Ok, maybe shots on an empty stomach were a bad idea but his fucking pals had run him off before they even got a chance to order and he sure as hell isn't going back to their table. Besides, Jose's the only friend he really needs. Except for Jack, can't forget Jack. How many has he had anyway?
It takes him longer than it should to realize that the blonde from down the bar is sitting beside him now - because of the booze, and not because he was thinking about his dumbass, traitorous friends or how Jared would sound in bed - but once he does, he offers to buy her a round. See, he wouldn't do that if he 'had it bad' for Jared, so there!
She accepts enthusiastically, and then accepts again, and again, and damn, Jensen's really starting to feel it. He says something to that effect, he thinks, and the girl - Kelly? Shelly? Brianna? - seems to think it's really funny for reasons he can't even begin to process with the sound of her laugh piercing jagged little holes in his eardrums.
Jensen is not known for his awesome decision making skills. Jensen's decision making skills are not historically improved by alcohol. Logically then, the plan that immediately begins to formulate in his sloshy brain is probably a bad one, but hey, he did say he was going to show them.
"So, uh," he leans in to whatshername a little more unsteadily than he'd thought, letting his hand rest on the ample swath of thigh she's flashing in her miniskirt, despite it being fucking November, "You wanna get out of here?"
He ducks his head a little to look up at her through his lashes - not his most subtle trick, but with this much alcohol heating up his system, it's about as good as he can manage - and her cheeks pink up even further.
"I, um, yeah, okay," she nods breathlessly. She's cute, petite, and in absolutely no way tall, dark and handsome which makes her just what the doctor ordered. He lays his hand along the small of her back as she stands up and gets another one of those high-pitched sounds that make his ears hurt almost as much as the laugh.
He doesn't even try to hide his smirk as he walks past his friends' table, their wary eyes following him out of the restaurant.
***
Jared flops down on his bed, instantly feeling twice as tired as he did a minute ago - and he'd been pretty sure he was going to pass out from exhaustion in the shower. He doesn't have the energy to get up again, his feet still throbbing from taking on a double shift at the store so Daneel could go to her 'post midterm' whatever it was. At some point earlier in the evening, when his brain was functioning on more than the fumes of too many days worth of caffeine and sugar, he'd been slightly hurt that he wasn't invited, but he really did understand the need to keep some things sacred. They were all friends before Jared came along, had their own traditions, and he could be ok with that.
Right now he just really doesn't care, shimmying out of the towel wrapped around his hips and pulling his comforter into a cocoon around him. His cheap-ass mattress has never felt so good.
At some point he must fall asleep because the squeal of the door jolting open - they keep saying they're going to fix that thing - startles him into sitting up.
His door is still open - he's gotten more and more used to leaving it that way - so he has a perfect view of Jensen leading some girl inside. They both look hammered, him stumbling slightly when she leans into him, obviously letting him take most of her weight. They fumble their way over to Jensen's door, which puts them just a couple of feet away from where Jared's sitting.
It occurs to him about the time Jensen's eyes fall on him that he's naked, the comforter caught in a tangle around his knees. Jensen's eyes shoots wide, blinking a couple of times over the stunned silence of his agape mouth.
Jared - being, apparently, even dumber than he'd previously given himself credit for - slicks his hands back through his hair. He's fallen asleep with it wet, so now he can feel it sticking out at odd angles while a large part of his brain impotently shouts at him that his dick is getting hard, like cut glass hard, from Jensen just standing there looking at him and maybe he should, like, cover up or something to make this slightly less than the most awkward moment ever. His body seems completely incapable of following those instructions. Well, except for the getting hard part - that part he's still doing just fine with.
"Jensen," the girl hanging off of Jensen's side - hey look, she's still here! - whisper-shouts and Christ, well, there's a voice for you.
Jensen seems to remember her a couple of seconds after Jared does, and thank heaven for small favors, Jared's body gets back with the program as soon as those green eyes flitter away from him and he actually manages to cover himself up.
By the time he looks up again from compulsively checking that his stiff dick is hidden, Jensen's shuffled into his own room with the girl, the lock snicking into place behind them.
Well, that was fun.
He's just going to go ahead and blame his complete lack of functioning on being woken mid-REM cycle and assume it has nothing to do with the way Jensen was looking at him. Because for a second there he would have sworn... no, no way, not possible. Jensen Ackles would never look at Jared's naked body and see something to make his eyes go dark with lust. Had to have been the light or sleep-faulty brain synapses or something.
That theory is confirmed just a couple of seconds later by a loud thud against the wall opposite Jared's bed - the wall he shares his Jensen. And Jesus, fuck, of course the girl with the annoying voice is going to be a screamer. A screamer Jensen is apparently planning to bang right through the fucking wall. If there's a better 'fuck you, I don't want your dick' than that, Jared's never heard of it.
Jared flops back into his pillow, still damp from his hair, and smelling strongly of the industrial-sized shampoo they share. He wonders if Jensen's pillow smells the same way.
He can hear way too clearly the things the girl is shouting - yes and please and God and Jensen, barely slurred by the layers of plaster and drywall between them - and if it weren't for the erection-that-wouldn't-end he'd escape to the living room or maybe even Misha's room, but laying around on Misha's bed with a hardon might be a little too intimate, even for them.
His dick doesn't seem to mind the girl's screeching at all - Jensen's going to be deaf by the time this is over, Jared almost feels sorry for him - and instead is avidly focused on the deeper, guttural sounds he can pick out of Jensen's moans and grunts and gasps. It's confusing, arousal all mixed up with the way his guts are slowly churning with something that's a lot more like jealousy than he'd care to admit, but the blood just keeps funneling southward until he's so hard he's aching.
He barely has to scoot down the bed to be able to stick his foot out and kick the door shut - it's bad enough that he already knows he's going to do this, the last thing he needs is one of the other guys to walk in on it - before he settles back.
This is sick, way sicker than all of the times he's imagined what it would be like with Jensen - hot and rough, until they’re both so used up and fucked out they couldn't move - and it makes that roiling in his stomach double, a shot of adrenaline heating him up so much he'd swear he must be glowing. And despite it all, it feels so damn good when he wraps his hand firmly around his cock that it rips a moan right out of him.
On the other side of the wall, Jensen curses, almost covered up by a thud that must be him fucking the girl even harder if the pitch of her voice is anything to go by. But Jensen's getting noisier too, maybe more into it, maybe close to the edge; a steady refrain of words that sound like 'come on, come on, come on' to Jared. He hones in on that sound, tries to block out the rest, forget the girl’s there.
It's easier than it should be to close his eyes and imagine Jensen over him; his face flushed with exertion, freckles standing out in sharp relief, lips swollen thick with hard kisses, the way the light from the window would catch on the stud in his eyebrow, his ear, how badly Jared would want to lean up and lick that body-warm metal. He groans again, unrestrained because there's no way Jensen didn't hear the first one so he might as well go all out, and gets an echoing, full throated sound from the other side of the wall.
This is going to end badly, going to make things even worse between them, but he's too far in to back out now and it feels so fucking good. There's no challenge in imagining that Jensen's doing the same thing on the other side of their wall; straining to hear Jared's noises above the high-pitched grate of the girl's voice. He knows it's not the truth, but it makes his throbbing, precome-slick cock happy, so he goes with it, make more noises that Jensen pushes right back at him, almost like they were timed that way.
He strips his dick rough and fast, a little twist at the head because he imagines Jensen would be a tease, would want to ramp Jared up so high he couldn't think straight. Then, fuck, he doesn't need it but he wants it, so he slides one finger of his free hand into his mouth and sucks it wet. He can't hold back a whimper when he pushes inside his hole, no teasing this time, just straight up it the knuckle with barely enough spit to make it easy and it's so, so fine he's trembling all over.
The girl's quieter now, her sounds muffled by something, probably Jensen kissing her and Jared goes ahead and lets himself imagine it's for him, so that Jensen can hear him better. Somewhere in there the image shifts from Jensen kissing the girl quiet to Jensen kissing him and just like that the crackling heat swamping his lower body bursts. Thick ropes of cloying heat spatter his clean skin all the way up to his collar bone as he shouts his orgasm; loud punches of breath socked out of him with every body-shaking spurt of come.
Distantly, over the sound of his own voice and the near-deafening swirl of blood, he hears Jensen moan, drawn out and sharp on a sound that his fogged brain tries to tell him is 'Jay'.
He's hovering in the sweet drone of aftershock when he becomes aware of the girl's voice again, an emphatic, shameless purr of "Daddy". It takes a long long time for Jared to stop laughing long enough to breathe again.
On to Part 3
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OFC (sorry!) - also Mike/Tom off to the side
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: College!AU, UST, masturbation, the boys kind of being jerks (but only 'casue they love!)
Notes: I wrote all of this today. Because I'm awesome (and slightly high on accomplishment). As such, sorry for any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix!
Summary: What do you do when you have a crush on your rommate/coworker and you can't stand him?
Back to Part 1
Except for the massive debacle that is living and working with a guy who hates him, Jared's having a rather successful start to his freshman year, if he does say so himself. His other two roommates - the non-evil ones - are great and have definitely made the transition easier, even if he does still get random bouts of homesickness sometimes. His classes are pretty well balanced - Statistics sucks but European History makes up for it. He probably shouldn't have been as shocked as he was to walk into his Abnormal Psychology class and find Misha as the TA, but about four seconds later it made way more sense than Jared ever wanted to think about and they've taken to hanging out after class together ever since. They talk about almost everything, except for Jensen because Jared vetoed that the first time Misha attempted to bring the subject up.
As far as the Jensen issue goes… well, it's not getting any better. Jared seriously can't figure out what the problem is; it's like everything he says and does bugs Jensen, like just his existence as a personal affront, which, of course, pisses Jared off in turn and makes him act even worse toward Jensen; it's just a vicious fucking cycle.
… Ok, not a fucking cycle, because that would be… well, they'd probably get along a lot better if they were in a cycle of fucking, or at the very least, Jared would feel a lot better. But that's not going to happen, so nevermind.
It's probably not helping matters that Jared has essentially hijacked Jensen's entire circle of friends - except for Sandy, who Jared met in freshman orientation, and Chris, who seems to have decided to side with Jensen on principle - so they essentially have to spend all of their free time carefully ignoring one another at restaurants and clubs and in their own freaking dorm. It's getting old really fast.
On the plus side, their class schedules work out so that they very rarely have work at the same times, even though they almost always share the weekend shifts - he thinks it's Daneel's way of trying to force them to get along or something ; Jared strongly suspects she's an evil genius, even if that particular plan is hopeless.
And the whole thing about Jared having maybe a tiny little crush on Jensen? Well, that's a secret, because his friends would probably try to have him slapped in a straightjacket if anyone realized the he had elaborate sexual fantasies about a guy he also a notorious, mutual hate-on for.
College is so much more complicated than high school.
He's working the register at the bookstore on Thursday afternoon - which he's learned is the higher-education equivalent of Friday afternoon, because, as Mike says, ‘anyone can survive one day of classes hung over’; Jared has the BC Powders in his wallet to prove it - trying to work out their literature presentation with Sandy.
"I think I'm going to start using 'swiving' in my everyday life. Try and bring it back, you know," she announces from her perch on the counter next to him, reading over the Chaucer passage yet again, as if the Old English is somehow going to be readable this time.
"Do you talk about medieval people fucking a lot?" he laughs gamely, getting a really weird look from the guy he's ringing up. Then again, the dude's buying The Ice Man Cometh, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and a copy of Cosmo, so Jared figures that the guy's in no position to judge.
"No, but I could just use it for sex in general," Sandy slurs around the pink highlighter cap between her teeth.
"True," he admits, stuffing the guy's receipt in his plastic shopping bag and handing it over. "Do you talk about sex in general a lot?"
"Around you, who wouldn't?" Genevieve purrs as she steps up to the register. Her sexy act cracks almost immediately, falling into a fit of giggles that crinkle her nose as she slides a plastic cup piled high with whipped cream in his direction. Jared 100% blames Daneel for introducing him to the wonder of frappuccinos, but Gen's the one who really enables him; she takes it upon herself to bring him one at least once a day when they share a shift, which just makes him miss her even more the days he's stuck working with Jensen.
"I know," he sighs, "my sexual aura is overwhelming. Try to resist throwing yourself at my feet." He gives her shoulder a playful shove before he finally gets the straw in his mouth - only almost poking his eye out once. Fucking delicious. These things are going to kill him.
Gen props her chin in her hand and smiles expectantly which makes Jared feel incredibly uncomfortable for the .2 seconds it takes for Sandy to snort, "Yeah, luckily for us your sexual aura is masked by a thick layer of 'klutz'."
"Hey!" Jared says indignantly, "I've got grace and elegance pouring out my ass." Unfortunately his hand picks that particular moment to knock over the display of ballpoint pens.
"Well there's an image that's never going away," she laughs, watching him scramble to keep from losing the escaped writing utensils in the abyss underneath the register. He gives her his best pouty face, but she just rolls her eyes at him, which is maybe part of the reason he likes Sandy in the first place; he needs somebody around who's immune to his puppy eyes.
And speaking of ebing immune to Jared’s charms… the door shunks closed behind Jensen, who stalks in looking thunderous, typical for whenever Jared's around. It defies several natural laws that he can look nothing short of edible in that stupid little cap the coffee counter people have to wear, but he totally does - Jared manages to channel the swell of lust into irritation, just like he always does.
"Nice drink," Jensen grumbles, eyes flicking to the - admitted girly - beverage in Jared's hand as he walks past, not even pausing when Jared shoots a sunny "Fuck you too, sweetheart," after him. That's pretty much the extent of their daily communication.
Sandy sighs pointedly - she's joined the 'can't we all just get along' faction which comprises most of Jared's social circle now - but goes back to highlighting. Gen looks at him understandingly - he can't even imagine what that poor girl has to go through being trapped behind a counter with that bastard, although she insists that he's really sweet - and pats his arm, fingers lingering in soft circles on his forearm.
"You gonna clock out or what?" Jensen shouts to her from across the store, though there's no doubt in Jared's mind the glare leveled their direction is all for him.
She giggles again nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Well, guess I better…" Her thumb jerks in the general direction of Jensen's brooding but she walks backward very slowly, eyes on Jared the whole time like she's still waiting on him to do something. He runs down his mental to do list to make sure that he didn't accidentally forget to return one of her books or something, but can't come up with anything. Finally she sighs, looking almost disappointed as she turns and moves at a reasonable speed toward Jensen's scowl.
***
Jared's on for another hour, but it passes quickly while he and Sandy hash out the specifics of their presentation and then he can finally hand the register over to Zach and go enjoy a lovely, Jensen-free evening in his room - he swears Jensen bangs things into the wall between their rooms every now and then just to piss him off.
It's a nice night, warm for mid-October, so they decide to walk. The campus is still buzzing as the sun sets, everybody either walking dejectedly to their last class of the day or else rushing back to the dorms to get ready for whatever party/club/unavoidable midterm paper they'll be spending the unofficial first night of the weekend on.
Sandy's a quiet little shadow beside him. The silences between them are usually comfortable, but Jared can tell his friend has got something on her mind so it's almost a relief when she finally spits out, "So, Gen?"
"I don't want to talk about him, San," he sighs in frustration. Jensen is, like, everyone around him's favorite subject.
"Not that one," she dismisses the thought with a wave of her tiny hand, "Gen with a G."
"Oh!" Jared says, instantly in a much better mood, "What about her?"
Sandy groans and tips her head back to the sky, holding her hand out like a plea to the powers that be.
"She likes you Jared." she holds up a finger to stop him before he can jump in, "I mean she likes you likes you. Jesus, I sound like a seventh grader."
Jared readjusts the strap of his backpack, taking that one in. He's not oblivious of course, he'd kind of guessed that Genevieve had a thing for him, but the way Sandy says it makes it seem like he's supposed to do something about it, which… yeah, way out of Jared's depth.
"I guess," he shrugs finally, knowing there's no way Sandy's going to let this go, but he has to at least try, right?
"And do you like her, too? Like want to 'swive' with her, like her?" Sandy prompts and he can feel her watching his face. Between her and Misha he's going to have to learn a lot more control over his facial expressions.
"I- I dunno."
"Jared," Sandy's hand rests on his arm, not really pulling, but still enough to stop him dead in his tracks. "It's okay if you're gay. There's nothing wrong with that. You know we'll all support you."
"I know," he says to his sneakers. Somehow all of that quiet understanding in her soft, dark eyes is a little overwhelming. "I'm just… I'm not sure."
"About what?" she cajoles, sliding her grip down his arm to lace their fingers together. Her palm feels so tiny against his and he just watches it for a minute, her hand practically lost in the fold of his own. It would be so much easier if that did something for him.
"I… It's just," he sighs, trying to figure out a way to put years worth of angsting into words, "Okay, growing up, between my brother and his friends and thinking girls have cooties, I didn't really hang out with a lot of girls besides my sister, you know. And then my high school was, like, practically an all guys school; there were only four girls in our graduating class. And then, you know, now, I'm always around Misha and Mike and Tom and... anyway. It's just… I'm not..."
"You've always been attracted to guys, but you don't know if that's just circumstance or something real," Sandy finishes succinctly with a firm nod.
"God, I love you," he can't help but grin at the way she just instantly understands him.
She's not the first person he's ever talked to about this; he and Chad discussed it in high school when Jared first started to consider that he might be gay, but Chad's got the emotional range of printer paper, so it wasn't particularly helpful. He thinks his parents at least suspect - how many decent looking eighteen year olds out there have never been on a date? - and he's pretty sure Meg's had his coming out party planned for a year. He and Misha have gone over it, and while he's great to talk to, Mish isn't the most forth coming on advice; he says it's something Jared needs to figure out in his own time. Still, it's nice that Sandy knows, different somehow; maybe because Sandy more than anyone else has put him closer to an answer - if he was ever going to fall for a girl, it would be Sandy.
"Well, for what it's worth, I don't think that's how it works," she says matter-of-factly, tugging on his hand a little to get them moving again. "Otherwise everyone who ever went to an all boys school would be gay."
"Yeah, true."
The silence overtakes them again, but it's easy this time. Jared hadn't really realized until it was out there how much it had hurt to hold this back; in fact, a part of him had even been worried that he might unintentionally be leading Sandy on.
The sun has set somewhere beyond the tree line, the patterns of orange and gold melting into the indigo of twilight. Streetlamps flicker to life with an electric hum along the sidewalks, lighting the way back to Sandy's dorm.
"Look," she turns to him on the building steps, her pretty face painted over with seriousness, "this isn't any of my business, but as someone who's not quite as close to this as you are, I'll tell you this: I've never seen you really look at a girl. And with Daneel and I around, that's saying something," she adds with a wink. "And that's all I'm going to say on the subject."
She leans up - still shorter, despite the inches the steps earn her - to peck him on the cheek. He feels a warm surge of affection, but nothing even approaching sexual; it's almost a let down, he and Sandy would have been good together.
"Thanks San," he smiles, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to give her a tight squeeze.
"But you know," she muffles into his chest, her breath heating a little circle against his middle, "if you ever do go for girls, I get first dibs, right?" Her teasing grin is almost blinding and he can't resist tipping down to lay a smacking kiss on her forehead.
"You're at the top of the list!"
***
Their waitress passes around the tray full of salted glasses and promises to be back with more chips before she scurries off. The place is packed, a lot of other students stuffing in one last big night with their friends before having to be good boys and girls with their families over Thanksgiving. Fortunately they planned ahead - or, well, Dannel did - and reserved a table for their annual post-midterm 'let's get really drunk' extravaganza. A table for six, Jensen gloats mentally - no Jared! He's feeling so damn good about it, he almost wishes the kid was here just so he could rub it in his face.
Chris hands him the already sticky pitcher and he fills his glass liberally with the deliciousness of lime and tequila. They're frozen, which always makes him feel like a chick, but Dani bought this round, so he figures he can deal with a little girliness for free booze.
Unbidden the image of Jared pops into his head; leaning back against the register island, lips wrapped obscenely around the straw of his stupid girl-drink, sucking down frappuccino like it's manna from heaven with that look on his face - fuck, that look, as if having that straw in his mouth is pure bliss and Jensen's brain never fails to substitute 'straw' with 'cock'. Thank God the customers can only see him from the waist up or there would have been some really awkward moments at the coffee counter.
"You have to fuck him," Daneel says suddenly, reaching across Misha to get at the tortilla chips in the middle of the table.
"We've all agreed," Mike nods, spewing tiny pieces of said chips onto his place-setting. Tom gives him a disparaging look and wipes the mess onto the floor with a napkin.
"I'm not gonna fucking fuck him! I'm fucking sick of this conversation!" Jensen shouts. He hadn't actually meant to say it that loud, but whatever semi-Mexican guitars-and-trumpets crap the restaurant is pumping over the speaker system drowns him out enough to keep too many people from staring.
It would have probably looked a little better if he had at least pretended he didn't know who they were talking about right off the bat, but since the discussion had actively interrupted a... well, not a fantasy, just a thought, a totally casual, meaningless thought about Jared sucking his cock, it had kind of thrown him off.
Jensen takes an unnecessarily large gulp of his margarita and slams his eyes shut on the burst of brain freeze. Still better than having this discussion again.
"Genevieve has been trying to jump him for months and he's having none of it," Dani carries on as though Jensen hadn't just shouted how much he didn't want to talk about this to half the restaurant, "Obviously he's gay."
"Because that's the only possible reason he wouldn't bone Gen?" Jensen snaps before he can stop himself. He knows better than this, he should just ignore the conversation altogether and let her wear herself out, but sometimes his brain and his mouth don't agree on their course of action.
"Gen's cute!" Daneel chirps, shoving a salsa-loaded chip into her mouth so that the next bit is slurred around her crunching, "You wanted to do her before I threatened to fire you."
"Yeah, speaking of that - the rules don't apply to Jared?" Stupid, stupid mouth.
"I make the rules, they're subject to change whenever I say," she gives him her best hair flip, and licks an errant grain of salt off of her lips, "And now I say you have to fuck him." Mike and Tom nod their heads in unison - he may need to kidnap Mike for a few days just to make sure those two don't spontaneously fuse into a single being - while Misha just watches unhelpfully.
Jensen sighs, taking another deep drink of his margarita. There is seriously not enough alcohol in these things. "Don't any of you have your own lives to worry about?"
"No, not really," Misha shrugs easily.
"We're good," Tom agrees, because apparently he now gets to talk for Mike too. They need an intervention or something.
"I just make time because you matter so much to me," Dani says, resting her elbows on the table and clasping her hands as a little pedestal for her chin.
He looks hopefully at Chris, the last bastion of hope in a world gone Jared-crazy - and Jesus, it's fucking sad when Chris it the pinnacle of sanity - but his friend just holds out his hands helplessly. Jensen smacks his forehead down on the table, immediately regretting it when he feels the stickiness against his forehead.
"He's not going to stay single forever, honey," Daneel chides while Jensen's busy scrubbing at his face with a paper napkin, "It's kind of miraculous he hasn't hooked up with anybody in all this time."
"Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean it's not happening," Misha says sagely. Jensen doesn't know exactly how much sex Misha has, but he's heard enough drunken stories to know he doesn't want to know any more - the guy has game nobody gives him credit for. Right now, though, that fact is making Jensen's lungs feel hot and tight, like somebody split open his chest and drizzled in some hot lead.
Misha would actually fuck the kid without at least telling Jensen, right? Then again, those two do spend a lot of time together, and he's definitely heard their voices in Misha's room at night. Not like sexy voices, at least he doesn't think so, but then again he doesn't really know what Jared sounds like during sex and... what if Misha does?
"Regardless," Dani continues peevishly, "you're around him all the time, if anyone's got a shot at tapping that, it's you. And don't even try saying you don't want to because we all have fully-functional eyes, we know you do. And he totally wants it too."
Again with the nodding and the agreeing and the intense, blank watching from Misha - he totally hasn't nailed Jared, right? - and Jensen can't really seem to think of a good response for that with half of his brain caught up in suppressing the images of Misha and Jared getting all sweaty and naked together and the other half trying not to let those images make him want to dry heave.
"Come on, dude, back me up," he gestures wildly at Chris, who up until now had been firmly on the 'do what you want to do' side of the argument.
"Look, man," Christ crosses his arms over the table - oblivious to the margarita goo - and fixes Jensen with a solemn stare, "I love you, but you've got it bad for this kid. I think you just need to get in, get out, and get over it."
"You can't hit it and quit it with your roommate," Mike rolls his eyes and cuffs Chris on the back of the head which turns into a minor scuffle.
"Agreed, you need to be in a relationship with Jared," Tom says, pointedly ignoring the seated throw-down his boyfriend is having with Chris. Mike does end up tussling a lot, maybe Tom's just used to it.
"Seriously, Jen," Daneel jumps in - hoo-fucking-ray -, "I know you don't see it, what with your blinding pointless animosity and all, but you two would be kind of stupidly perfect for each other; totally aside from the steamy sex that I absolutely expect pictures of once you boys finally realize I'm right."
"The tribunal has spoken," Misha uses his almost empty glass as a gavel which Daneel and Tom echo as Mike falls out of his chair, taking Chris with him.
And that's just... well, that's way more than Jensen's ready to swallow for one evening, fuck you very much. He shoves away from the table, already making for the steps down to the bar as he calls "Don't follow me," over his shoulder. He cracks his knuckles as he goes, a part of him really hoping that one of them - ideally Misha - won't listen.
***
He'll show them. Not any of their fucking business anyway who and what he does, and he definitely does not do Jared Padalecki. Or want to. Not really. Only a little.
Anyway, that's not what this is about - because contrary to popular belief, not everything he does revolves around Jared - this is about how his goddamn friends can't tell him who to fuck.
Since when do they care anyway? None of them have ever taken more than a passing interest in any of his pathetic excuses for relationships but now that there's this guy he absolutely does not want to start something with - mostly - now they go and get bossy! Well fuck that all to hell, nobody gets to tell Jensen Ackles what to do.
Ok, maybe shots on an empty stomach were a bad idea but his fucking pals had run him off before they even got a chance to order and he sure as hell isn't going back to their table. Besides, Jose's the only friend he really needs. Except for Jack, can't forget Jack. How many has he had anyway?
It takes him longer than it should to realize that the blonde from down the bar is sitting beside him now - because of the booze, and not because he was thinking about his dumbass, traitorous friends or how Jared would sound in bed - but once he does, he offers to buy her a round. See, he wouldn't do that if he 'had it bad' for Jared, so there!
She accepts enthusiastically, and then accepts again, and again, and damn, Jensen's really starting to feel it. He says something to that effect, he thinks, and the girl - Kelly? Shelly? Brianna? - seems to think it's really funny for reasons he can't even begin to process with the sound of her laugh piercing jagged little holes in his eardrums.
Jensen is not known for his awesome decision making skills. Jensen's decision making skills are not historically improved by alcohol. Logically then, the plan that immediately begins to formulate in his sloshy brain is probably a bad one, but hey, he did say he was going to show them.
"So, uh," he leans in to whatshername a little more unsteadily than he'd thought, letting his hand rest on the ample swath of thigh she's flashing in her miniskirt, despite it being fucking November, "You wanna get out of here?"
He ducks his head a little to look up at her through his lashes - not his most subtle trick, but with this much alcohol heating up his system, it's about as good as he can manage - and her cheeks pink up even further.
"I, um, yeah, okay," she nods breathlessly. She's cute, petite, and in absolutely no way tall, dark and handsome which makes her just what the doctor ordered. He lays his hand along the small of her back as she stands up and gets another one of those high-pitched sounds that make his ears hurt almost as much as the laugh.
He doesn't even try to hide his smirk as he walks past his friends' table, their wary eyes following him out of the restaurant.
***
Jared flops down on his bed, instantly feeling twice as tired as he did a minute ago - and he'd been pretty sure he was going to pass out from exhaustion in the shower. He doesn't have the energy to get up again, his feet still throbbing from taking on a double shift at the store so Daneel could go to her 'post midterm' whatever it was. At some point earlier in the evening, when his brain was functioning on more than the fumes of too many days worth of caffeine and sugar, he'd been slightly hurt that he wasn't invited, but he really did understand the need to keep some things sacred. They were all friends before Jared came along, had their own traditions, and he could be ok with that.
Right now he just really doesn't care, shimmying out of the towel wrapped around his hips and pulling his comforter into a cocoon around him. His cheap-ass mattress has never felt so good.
At some point he must fall asleep because the squeal of the door jolting open - they keep saying they're going to fix that thing - startles him into sitting up.
His door is still open - he's gotten more and more used to leaving it that way - so he has a perfect view of Jensen leading some girl inside. They both look hammered, him stumbling slightly when she leans into him, obviously letting him take most of her weight. They fumble their way over to Jensen's door, which puts them just a couple of feet away from where Jared's sitting.
It occurs to him about the time Jensen's eyes fall on him that he's naked, the comforter caught in a tangle around his knees. Jensen's eyes shoots wide, blinking a couple of times over the stunned silence of his agape mouth.
Jared - being, apparently, even dumber than he'd previously given himself credit for - slicks his hands back through his hair. He's fallen asleep with it wet, so now he can feel it sticking out at odd angles while a large part of his brain impotently shouts at him that his dick is getting hard, like cut glass hard, from Jensen just standing there looking at him and maybe he should, like, cover up or something to make this slightly less than the most awkward moment ever. His body seems completely incapable of following those instructions. Well, except for the getting hard part - that part he's still doing just fine with.
"Jensen," the girl hanging off of Jensen's side - hey look, she's still here! - whisper-shouts and Christ, well, there's a voice for you.
Jensen seems to remember her a couple of seconds after Jared does, and thank heaven for small favors, Jared's body gets back with the program as soon as those green eyes flitter away from him and he actually manages to cover himself up.
By the time he looks up again from compulsively checking that his stiff dick is hidden, Jensen's shuffled into his own room with the girl, the lock snicking into place behind them.
Well, that was fun.
He's just going to go ahead and blame his complete lack of functioning on being woken mid-REM cycle and assume it has nothing to do with the way Jensen was looking at him. Because for a second there he would have sworn... no, no way, not possible. Jensen Ackles would never look at Jared's naked body and see something to make his eyes go dark with lust. Had to have been the light or sleep-faulty brain synapses or something.
That theory is confirmed just a couple of seconds later by a loud thud against the wall opposite Jared's bed - the wall he shares his Jensen. And Jesus, fuck, of course the girl with the annoying voice is going to be a screamer. A screamer Jensen is apparently planning to bang right through the fucking wall. If there's a better 'fuck you, I don't want your dick' than that, Jared's never heard of it.
Jared flops back into his pillow, still damp from his hair, and smelling strongly of the industrial-sized shampoo they share. He wonders if Jensen's pillow smells the same way.
He can hear way too clearly the things the girl is shouting - yes and please and God and Jensen, barely slurred by the layers of plaster and drywall between them - and if it weren't for the erection-that-wouldn't-end he'd escape to the living room or maybe even Misha's room, but laying around on Misha's bed with a hardon might be a little too intimate, even for them.
His dick doesn't seem to mind the girl's screeching at all - Jensen's going to be deaf by the time this is over, Jared almost feels sorry for him - and instead is avidly focused on the deeper, guttural sounds he can pick out of Jensen's moans and grunts and gasps. It's confusing, arousal all mixed up with the way his guts are slowly churning with something that's a lot more like jealousy than he'd care to admit, but the blood just keeps funneling southward until he's so hard he's aching.
He barely has to scoot down the bed to be able to stick his foot out and kick the door shut - it's bad enough that he already knows he's going to do this, the last thing he needs is one of the other guys to walk in on it - before he settles back.
This is sick, way sicker than all of the times he's imagined what it would be like with Jensen - hot and rough, until they’re both so used up and fucked out they couldn't move - and it makes that roiling in his stomach double, a shot of adrenaline heating him up so much he'd swear he must be glowing. And despite it all, it feels so damn good when he wraps his hand firmly around his cock that it rips a moan right out of him.
On the other side of the wall, Jensen curses, almost covered up by a thud that must be him fucking the girl even harder if the pitch of her voice is anything to go by. But Jensen's getting noisier too, maybe more into it, maybe close to the edge; a steady refrain of words that sound like 'come on, come on, come on' to Jared. He hones in on that sound, tries to block out the rest, forget the girl’s there.
It's easier than it should be to close his eyes and imagine Jensen over him; his face flushed with exertion, freckles standing out in sharp relief, lips swollen thick with hard kisses, the way the light from the window would catch on the stud in his eyebrow, his ear, how badly Jared would want to lean up and lick that body-warm metal. He groans again, unrestrained because there's no way Jensen didn't hear the first one so he might as well go all out, and gets an echoing, full throated sound from the other side of the wall.
This is going to end badly, going to make things even worse between them, but he's too far in to back out now and it feels so fucking good. There's no challenge in imagining that Jensen's doing the same thing on the other side of their wall; straining to hear Jared's noises above the high-pitched grate of the girl's voice. He knows it's not the truth, but it makes his throbbing, precome-slick cock happy, so he goes with it, make more noises that Jensen pushes right back at him, almost like they were timed that way.
He strips his dick rough and fast, a little twist at the head because he imagines Jensen would be a tease, would want to ramp Jared up so high he couldn't think straight. Then, fuck, he doesn't need it but he wants it, so he slides one finger of his free hand into his mouth and sucks it wet. He can't hold back a whimper when he pushes inside his hole, no teasing this time, just straight up it the knuckle with barely enough spit to make it easy and it's so, so fine he's trembling all over.
The girl's quieter now, her sounds muffled by something, probably Jensen kissing her and Jared goes ahead and lets himself imagine it's for him, so that Jensen can hear him better. Somewhere in there the image shifts from Jensen kissing the girl quiet to Jensen kissing him and just like that the crackling heat swamping his lower body bursts. Thick ropes of cloying heat spatter his clean skin all the way up to his collar bone as he shouts his orgasm; loud punches of breath socked out of him with every body-shaking spurt of come.
Distantly, over the sound of his own voice and the near-deafening swirl of blood, he hears Jensen moan, drawn out and sharp on a sound that his fogged brain tries to tell him is 'Jay'.
He's hovering in the sweet drone of aftershock when he becomes aware of the girl's voice again, an emphatic, shameless purr of "Daddy". It takes a long long time for Jared to stop laughing long enough to breathe again.
On to Part 3