Football'verse Part 2 of 4 (complete)
Title: Fade Back to the Football'verse (4 parts complete)
Part: Part 2: "The Blitz"
Author: bksncleverness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: J2, implied Jensen/Tom, Mike/Tom (Chad is single)
Summary: Jensen Ackles is the quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys. Jared Padalecki is a newly drafted receiver on the team. With Welling on the injured list, Padalecki steps up to play, but there's some tension on and off the field.
Word Count: for the whole 4 parts: 23,000+
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my smutty imagination. Also, this is an alternate universe, so it may be happening *somewhere* but it ain't here.
Betas who rule: stephanometra (mistress of all things Texas), juice817 (mistress of grammar), mooncharm (mistress of my heart).
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Part 2: The Blitz
Jared fooled around like a teenager in the pool, a blur of somersaults and handstands. He threw himself off the diving board: jackknifes, can-openers, and cannonballs. And whenever his head wasn’t underwater, he was chatting about his family, his dogs, the virtues of skinny-dipping and what seemed like everything else under the sun . He scoffed at Jensen’s trunks and splashed and the both of them bumped a volleyball over the net in the shallow end.
Jensen tried not to read too much into it. Jared naked in his pool meant nothing at all. There was a guy at ‘SC who ran around every post-game party stark naked as soon as he got a few drinks in him. That guy was a party animal, and his nudity was meaningless. Just a guy having a good time. And Jared was just a guy who liked swimming naked. Simple as that. Yeah, simple.
Every time Jared dove under, Jensen tried to remind himself that being the quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys was a job that came with expectations and responsibilities. He had to keep his mind on learning how to play football with Jared, not on anything else. For the good of the team, Jensen was going to have to ignore Jared’s perfect ass, the ripple of muscles in his broad shoulders as he bumped the volleyball over the net, the thick thatch of dark hair at his crotch. Jensen was just going to have to ignore all of this and more. It was with a sense of dread that Jensen realized that was what he’d been trying to do since the Cowboys had signed Jared Padalecki in the draft.
If Jensen really admitted it to himself, he’d been semi-consciously ignoring Jared since the first day of training camp. Sure they’d acknowledge each other in the locker room, even ran a play or two in practice, but it was much easier to throw to Jared when he was just one guy in a line of receivers. Jensen was like a machine sometimes in practice, just throwing to hands, not to people. But when Coach called up Padalecki to play, Jensen could feel something in him shift and it worried him. Jared wasn’t just a pair of unbelievably big anonymous hands anymore. He was a whole person, a person who had intrigued Jensen from the minute he saw tapes of UT games from Jared’s last two seasons.
When Jared caught a touchdown pass at UT, he was never an asshole about it. Never threw it in the other team’s face. He high-fived the guys, but then he always found the QB and knocked their helmets together, like he was acknowledging their partnership. He never talked shit to the other team. He smiled and joked on the sidelines, a big, genuine smile that said, ‘I’m just glad to be part of this.’ And now here with the Cowboys, he never complained about warming the bench, never groaned when the assistant coaches ordered more calisthenics. He drove the same beat-up old Ford F-150 he probably got as a gift from his parents when he got his driver’s license. This was a man Jensen really wanted to get to know, and now that he was forced into it, he wasn’t sure how much good it would do his playing.
“Dude, I’m hungry,” Jared said, pushing the volleyball under his legs and letting it splash up behind him. “Wanna get some dinner?”
“I know a barbecue place that delivers. Best ribs in Dallas,” Jensen said.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Jared said and hoisted himself up onto the side. Jensen pretended to look at the filter while Jared grabbed a towel and started to dry off. If he had to look at naked Jared another second, he didn’t think he could be responsible for his actions. “Hey man, can I shower?”
Jensen’s eyes snapped up to meet Jared’s. “Sure. Yeah. There’s a shower in the pool house, but you can use the one in the house too, if you want.”
“Awesome,” Jared said, walking towards the patio door. “I’ll use the one in the house, since my shit is in there already.”
“It’s uh, upstairs. On the right. Towels in the hall closet.”
“Great,” Jared threw a grin over his shoulder and slid the door open, stepping inside.
Jensen watched him go in, and then sank down under the water. When he resurfaced, he shook the water out of his ears and climbed out of the pool. Trying not to think about naked, soapy Jared just upstairs, Jensen called Dwayne’s BBQ for dinner and set the table before grabbing a quick shower in the master bathroom.
By the time Jensen came downstairs, Jared had made himself at home in front of the. Jensen stood back and watched him, flipping channels, relaxing with his bare feet up on the coffee table; Jared looked completely at ease, while Jensen felt tied up in knots. He froze for a minute, hating himself for standing there like an idiot and not just walking into the room and enjoying himself. He was grateful when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” he called out to Jared. The guy delivering the ribs congratulated Jensen on Sunday’s win before he left.
About two minutes into the meal, Jensen realized it had been a huge mistake to get ribs because Jared’s lips and chin were soon covered in sauce, and he insisted on-oh God-lapping it up with his pink tongue. Jensen’s cock was hard and aching under the table. This was about football, he reminded himself. All of this was just good bonding time. Jared licking his fingers like a goddamn porn star meant nothing. Nothing. At. All.
Jensen cracked open some beers, hoping to dull the sensations that made it so difficult-and so fucking easy-to be around Jared. Conversation flowed easily between them, and with a couple of bottles of Shiner, it was even better. After a few beers, and roughly a ton of what Jared admitted were the best ribs in Dallas (but not in San Antone), Jared pushed his chair back from the table, still licking the sauce off his fingers.
“You know what I could go for right about now?” Jared said, raising an eyebrow.
Jensen arches a questioning eyebrow.
“Tequila. You got some?” Jared asked with a mischievous grin.
Jensen’s insides twisted at the word “tequila”. He’d been slowly building up the willpower to tell Jared they should call it a night. With tequila, though, the evening stretched out in front of them and Jensen wasn’t sure how long he could keep reminding himself about how this was all about football. He debated for a second whether or not to bring out the almost-full bottle he had stashed above his refrigerator, but looking at Jared’s face, his resolve crumbled to nothing. “Sure,” he heard himself answer, getting up and going to the bar living room. He returned with a bottle and two shot glasses. “Patrón okay?” he asked, holding it up.
“Sí,” Jared answered, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
“I think there are some limes in the fridge,” Jensen said, thinking he might as well get into the spirit.
“I’ll get ’em,” Jared said, jumping up and striding over to the refrigerator.
While Jared cut up the limes and put them in a little bowl that he found by looking through the cabinets, Jensen slid the patio door open. “Grab the salt shaker from the cabinet over the stove and bring it out when you’re done.” Once outside, Jensen sat down and poured two shots.
Jared followed him out a minute later, setting the bowl of limes and the shaker on the table next to the bottle.
“Here,” Jensen said, handing him a shot.
“To Texas,” Jared said, holding it up.
Jensen smiled and echoed: “To Texas.”
The slow burn of Patrón down Jensen’s throat was icy cool compared to the constant heat and throb of his cock as he watched Jared lick salt off the back of his hand, drink, and suck the little wedges of lime into his mouth. By the time they’d toasted to the Cowboys, to Football, and to both of their mommas, Jared was looking up at the sky and singing “The stars at night are big and bright/ Deep in the heart of Texas.” Jensen stopped trying to tell himself this was all about the game, and began promising himself he’d jerk off as soon as Jared was gone.
Jared sucked on a lime and Jensen forced himself to look away.
“Hey, Jen. Jen,” Jared said, tossing the rind down on the table. “Tom and Mike. Tell the truth. Are they together. Really?”
Jensen looked down at his hands.
“Dude. It’s fine with me if they are,” Jared said, already slurring a little bit. “I don’t care…I mean, I’m totally cool with it. I get it, you know? I get it.”
Jensen considered not just what Jared said, but how he said it. “Yeah,” Jensen said, daring to gaze up into those big, dark eyes. “They’re together. Have been for about a year.”
“I had no idea. Before last night, at least.”
“Well, I think I’m the only person on the team who knows for sure. They keep everything pretty private. They have to, you know?”
“So how come you know?”
Jensen shrugged, pouring another shot. “Tommy and I are close.”
He looked up and Jared was staring at him, a smirk on his face. He gave a satisfied little nod and looked back up at the sky.
“Hey Jay,” Jensen said after a moment, too buzzed to remember there was supposed to be a “T” in there somewhere. “Do you ever have a thought you don’t say out loud?”
Jared looked over at him, taking his eyes from the sky and bringing them down to land right smack on Jensen’s. “Sometimes,” he said thickly. “I think I… want one more shot.”
Jensen picked up the salt shaker and handed it to Jared. Instead of just taking the salt, Jared grabbed at Jensen’s hand. He rubbed his thumb over the calluses on his fingers. “I wonder how many passes this hand has thrown. How many yards.”
Jensen looked everywhere but Jared’s face. “A lot.”
“Yeah,” Jared said, his voice barely a whisper. He knelt in front of Jensen’s chair, licking the palm of Jensen’s hand and shaking salt onto the wet flesh. Jensen’s breath hitched in his throat and his mouth worked, trying to ask what the hell was going on, but he honestly didn’t really care, just so long as Jared did that again.
With half a smile, Jared leaned down, licked the salt off and took the shot of Patrón Jensen had poured for himself. When Jared shoved a lime into his own mouth, Jensen-to his intense embarrassment-made a sound in his throat that sounded a hell of a lot like a whimper. Jared sat back on his heels, looking very satisfied with himself.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asked, voice ragged and cracked.
“A shot,” he said, holding the tiny, sucked-out piece of lime in his enormous hand. He smiled.
“I just… uh… we should…” Jensen’s voice gave out. He cleared his throat and pulled his still-wet hand away.
“So. When you say you and Tom are close… does that mean that you were close? You know, before Mike?”
Jensen wondered what the hell this kid was doing. Did he think it was funny to play this game with him? A sleepy kiss on the cheek was one thing, but licking his hand and asking questions about Tom, well, that just had Dangerous Territory written all over it.
Jensen blushed. “I… I, uh… it’s getting late. You must be tired. I’ll just… I’ll get my keys and then I can-” Jensen made to get up, but Jared didn’t budge from in front of his chair.
“You can’t drive right now. Neither can I,” Jared said, looking up at him with an amused expression.
“Right. So. Yeah. The guest room. You can sleep there.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Oh,” he said, feeling utterly stupid. Jensen bit his lip.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Jared said softly.
“Do what?”
“Bite your lip like that,” Jared said, reaching out and putting his hand on Jensen’s cheek. He ran his thumb along Jensen’s bottom lip.
“Come on, Jay. It’s not… I’m not…” Jensen whispered, and that was it. That was the best argument Jensen could come up with.
He wanted to get up from the chair, get himself far away from Jared, but he couldn’t move. Jared’s eyes had him rooted to the spot, not to mention the huge hand still cupping his face.
“Look, Jen. Maybe I’m wrong about this. Maybe I’m seeing something that’s not really there. And if that’s what’s going on here, just say so and I’ll get up and sleep it off in your guest room. We can blame the tequila. And then we’ll go back to practice and forget all about this.”
“It’s not that easy, Jay.”
“Just tell me, Jensen. Am I wrong?”
Jensen tried to think of an argument, a way to explain to Jared that the quarterback of the Dallas Fucking Cowboys could not possibly be attracted to one of his receivers. That Jensen was not about to jeopardize his career because he felt some kind of tension with one of his teammates. That Jared was wrong about him, wrong about everything, but instead, he looked into Jared’s big, earnest eyes, and every lie he told himself started to unravel. Without even realizing it, he started shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “You’re not wrong.”
Jared placed his hands lightly on Jensen’s thighs. “Maybe I shouldn’t say what I’m thinking right now. Maybe I should just--” he got back up onto his knees and met Jensen’s lips in a kiss. Jensen gasped and Jared took the opportunity to lick into his mouth. It was something Jensen realized he’d been fantasizing about since, well since the first day of training camp, and it was fucking better than he imagined. Jensen tried to match the long, slow strokes of Jared’s tongue in his mouth, brought his hands up to cup Jared’s face, fingers soon straying into his shaggy hair. Jensen’s head swam; the tequila on Jared’s tongue made him drunk, the pure taste of Jared behind it heady and sweet, like a humid Texas morning.
Jensen gently pushed him off. “Wait,” he said, heart pounding, breath coming in gasps. “Wait. Say it,” he whispered. “Need to hear you say it,” Jensen begged, his voice low and gravelly.
Jared slid his tongue along Jensen’s jaw, licked up along the edge of his ear. “Wanna suck you, Jen,” Jared said, voice deep-deeper than Jensen had ever heard it before-and the vibrations of his voice seemed to travel directly south to Jensen’s cock, making it twitch. Jensen groaned.
But Jared wasn’t finished. “Wanna fuck you. All. Night. Long,” he added, sucking a bruise into the flesh behind Jensen’s ear. No one had ever made him this hot before and if he hadn’t already been sitting, the force of Jared’s words would have knocked him on flat on his ass.
Jensen wasn’t sure he’d even be able to move, but he managed to croak two syllables: “Bedroom.”
Jared stood up easily, eagerly, and offered a hand down to Jensen. They kissed standing up for a minute, bodies pressed together, warm and close and so fucking satisfying, then Jared started to walk, his long legs almost tripping Jensen up. It took them forever to get up the stairs because Jensen kept enjoying the height advantage every time he climbed a step higher than Jared. They struggled their clothes off as they went, trying like hell not to fall, and by the time they made it into the bedroom, they were down to just their underwear.
Jared shoved Jensen’s boxers down in one quick motion, then did his own. Jensen blushed as Jared looked him up and down; Jared leered at him, licking his lips, and Jensen felt like a plate of barbecued ribs, slathered in sauce.
Jared took Jensen firmly by the shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed, leaning over him and kissing his lips, his chin, his chest and Jensen tilted his hips up, desperate for contact. Jared rubbed his thick cock against Jensen’s thigh, sliding their hips together, and Jensen moaned, “Jay. Jesus.” Jared answered with a moan of his own, and moved down Jensen’s body, circling his nipples with his tongue and mouthing down his stomach. Jensen’s hands fisted in the sheets, but soon found their way to Jared’s unruly hair as he moved further down.
Jared growled low, deep in his throat, and Jensen thought he might come from that sound alone.
Jensen propped himself up on his elbows, looking down his body, at Jared kneeling between his legs, one hand on either side of Jensen’s thighs, beautiful pink lips open and poised to take in Jensen’s brutally hard cock. Jensen huffed out a breath in sweet anticipation, needing-aching-to feel Jared’s mouth on him, while part of him struggled to figure out how the hell he was getting exactly what he’d been wanting so bad.
Once the two of them locked eyes, Jared opened up and took Jensen in. No cursory lick, just the sudden sensation of being surrounded by silky heat and perfect suction, and God, Jared’s mouth was amazing. He swallowed around Jensen, reaching almost to the base and Jensen’s hips bucked up. “Jay,” Jensen gritted out. He wasn’t going to last long. He’d been hard all fucking night.
Jared pulled off, sucking a bruise into the skin at the top of Jensen’s thigh while Jensen struggled to catch his breath. “God, Jay. Your mouth. Holy shit.” When Jared went to take him in again, Jensen whimpered, “No, I can’t. I’m too close.”
“Shhh,” Jared said. “It’s okay. We have all night.”
“But,” Jensen said weakly. Willed himself to stay as still as possible as Jared placed wet open mouthed kisses up and down his shaft.
“Don’t hold back, Jen,” Jared said, mouthing his way up and tonguing the sensitive triangle just behind the head. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. How much I want this. Fuck up into my mouth, Jen. Do it. Come for me.” And with that, he swallowed around Jensen’s cock, and this time Jensen didn’t stop himself. His hips bucked up, but Jared stayed close around him with every thrust.
“Jesus fuck, Jay,” Jensen breathed, arching up off the bed. Nothing in the world would stop him from coming, from exploding. He wanted to warn Jared, but all that came out was a strangled cry. “I… oh fuck,” he moaned, emptying himself into Jared’s waiting mouth.
Jared swallowed and sucked gently as Jensen came down, his hands stroking Jared’s messy mop. Eyes closed, Jensen fought for air, tried to think, but before a thought could form, Jared was up over him, hands on either side of his shoulders, leaning down to share Jensen’s own taste with him. Jensen moaned at the taste of come mixed with tequila mixed with Jared and Jared and, oh God, Jared.
Letting his hands wander down Jared’s body, Jensen felt the hard muscles and smooth flesh against his calloused hands. He paused on Jared’s hips for a moment, fingertips soft and admiring, before moving to fist Jared’s cock.
Jared shuddered. “Oh, Jen. Mmmmm. So good.”
Jensen tugged him roughly, the way he himself liked it. He looked up at and saw Jared’s pupils blacken with desire.
“Wanna… oh. Wanna fuck you, Jen. Wanna fuck you so bad,” Jared said, thrusting into Jensen’s hand. “Been looking at that ass since you played for ‘SC,” he whispered. And the moan behind his words made the blood rush to Jensen’s cock. “Can I Jen? I’mma lose my mind,” he said, voice gravelly and shot.
“Yeah, Jay,” Jensen breathed, nodding. “Fuck yeah.”
Jared gazed at Jensen’s face, his body. “Just look at you, Jen. So fucking hot,” he said, digging his fingers into Jensen's thighs. "You drive me crazy."
Jensen wanted to say something back to that, to tell Jared that he was a fucking god, but before he could, Jared leaned down and kissed Jensen again, pressing their bodies together. They explored each other’s mouths with their tongues and Jensen marveled at the wonder of Jared’s kisses; they’d started out long and slow and sweet, but now, they were hungry, and they tasted of need and sin. When Jensen felt himself getting hard again, he shifted his hips against Jared.
“Do you have anything?” Jared asked.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, sliding out from under Jared and scooting backwards towards the night table. Pulling open the drawer, he took out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Jensen closed his eyes, willed himself to keep breathing. He could hear Jared tearing into the wrapper, rolling the condom on, and then he popped the bottle open.
“Jen,” Jared said, and Jensen’s eyes snapped open. Jared pushed one long finger into Jensen’s ass and he sucked in a breath. Jared leaned down and kissed him while he fingered him, added another finger when Jensen relaxed enough, scissoring them. Jensen arched his back, moaning. Jared hit the spot, and suddenly the burn of the stretch turned good. Amazing. He pushed back on Jared’s long and nimble fingers, wanting him to hit that spot again. Jared’s fucking hands were magic. While one hand prepped Jensen, the other was spread across Jensen’s thigh, the fingertips just barely gripping the flesh.
“Ready?” Jared asked.
Jensen nodded. Jared slid out his fingers, wiping the slickness off on his leg, and grabbed Jensen’s hips, pulling up one of his legs.
Jensen felt the tip of Jared’s dick pushing him open and he reached out and braced his hands on Jared’s ribcage. He was breathing hard and Jensen could already feel a thin sheen of sweat on him. Jared pushed forward a little and then a little more and Jensen shifted a bit, pulled his knees almost up to his chest. Jared’s cock was thick and long, and Jensen was grateful he took his time.
Jensen looked up at Jared. “Stop moving for a second, okay?” he said, voice strained and cracking.
“Been a while?” Jared asked, smiling. Jensen glared at him, but felt him tense and stop.
Jensen breathed, telling himself to relax.
“I’m almost there, Jen,” Jared said, voice ragged. It was a plea.
“Now, Jay. Do it.”
“You sure?” Jared asked.
“Jesus. Fuck me. Come on.”
Jared didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved in a tiny bit more and then drew back, holding Jensen’s thighs. He slid home again, easier this time.
“Holy shit, Jen. You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good,” Jared said, breathless, thrusting slowly, but with determination. “So good.”
Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist and urged him closer, faster. And then he hit it, hit the spot inside him that made his vision white out around the edges. Jared’s huge cock found it and Jensen moaned loud and long. “Oh God, Jay. More. Harder. Holy shit.”
Jared leaned down, kissed Jensen as they fucked, thrust in and moaned into his mouth.
Jensen’s cock rubbed between them, already hard again and wanting attention, and Jensen was about to reach down and tug himself, but Jared batted his hand away and pulled him up roughly.
“Oh God. Jay.”
“Wanted to fuck you for ages. Ages, Jen,” Jared’s hips began to stutter, to lose their steady rhythm. But he jacked Jensen harder, faster and nudged the spot inside, and Jensen arched up, cursing, coming all over Jared’s hand and his own chest. Jensen clenched around Jared’s dick, wanting all of it deep inside him, and Jared came hard, exploding into Jensen’s tight ass. “Fuck, Jen. Fuck.”
Jared collapsed on him, gasping and after a minute where they didn’t move at all, Jared pulled out slowly and rolled off.
For a minute, Jensen wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Would Jared get up and get dressed and ask to go home? Would he just fall asleep on the other side of the bed?
“Get in,” Jared said, pulling down the sheets and sliding in the bed.
“Okay,” Jensen said, his voice still shot.
As soon as he was there, Jared drew him close, and Jensen pillowed his head on Jared’s chest. “I don’t know if you’re into cuddling afterwards, but I totally am,” Jared said with a pleased sigh.
“No. Yeah. It’s okay,” Jensen said, not quite believing Jared’s arms wrapped around him. All he got from Tom was a hard fuck and a shove afterwards. This wasn’t anything like that.
They lay there in silence for a while.
“Hey Jen? I wasn’t sure you’d want to. You know? With me. Seen you date a lot of women.”
“Yeah, well. I like women. I do. This is just… sometimes I…” Jensen tried to explain something he’d never even articulated to himself.
“Don’t worry, man. I get it. Women are great. Some guys are just better,” Jared said, stroking Jensen’s arm.
“Yeah.”
“So,” Jared said, clearing his throat. “You and Tom?”
“Yeah. Well, it wasn’t like this. It was like, we were pissed at each other, and it was the only way we could get past it. Or something. We never talk about it. And it only happened once.” Jensen let that hang in the air. He still wasn’t sure what this thing with Jared was. Whether this too would be a one-time thing.
“I don’t know about you, but I’d really like what just happened to happen again.”
“Me too,” Jensen admitted.
“Jensen?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m hungry.”
“M’kay. There's plenty of food in the kitchen,” Jensen said.
“All the way down there? Well, hell, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to find my way. You better come with me.”
Jensen laughed. “All right,” he said, getting up and pulling Jared up with him.
They went downstairs for a midnight snack and ended up kissing again. Jared sat on the counter in the middle of the kitchen and soon Jensen started to mouth down his chest, went down on Jared then, digging his fingertips into the flesh of his thighs.
It had been a long time since Jensen had gone down on anyone, but Jared seemed to like everything that he did. He talked a lot the whole time, saying things like, “You look so fuckin’ hot right now. Jesus, look at the way you suck my cock. Oh Jen, how d’you get so fuckin’ good at this?” Jensen moaned around his dick and sucked hard, pulling off to kiss Jared with his lips all swollen and red.
Jared looked at him, rubbed his thumb along Jensen’s bottom lip. “This fucking mouth,” he whispered. And Jensen ducked his head and went down again. When Jared came, he cried, “Holy fucking shit, Jenny. Christ.”
He came down slowly and Jensen rode out all the aftershocks with him, swallowing everything he could.
Jensen stood up and leaned into Jared. “Mmmm. S’good,” Jared said into Jensen’s short hair. “Sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
“Called you Jenny. Just slipped out. I know you hate it.”
“S’okay,” Jensen said, leaning his forehead against Jared’s neck. He actually kinda liked the way it sounded when Jared said it. He supposed maybe he just liked the way Jared said anything when he was coming.
They went back upstairs, exhausted, and fell into bed, started kissing again, Jared pulling Jensen on top of him. They fell asleep somewhere in the middle of all that, tangled up together.
Jensen woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
He looked at his bedside table-where he usually kept the phone-and there was nothing there but a condom wrapper and a bottle of lube. The phone rang again and it came from somewhere near the door, phone was still in his shorts from the night before. He climbed out of bed and fumbled with the shorts until the phone spilled out. He answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Ackles.”
“Hey Coach,” he said, voice tight, feeling like a teenager who just got caught sneaking in his bedroom window an hour after curfew. He cleared his throat. “How are you?”
“Fine. So what’s the news, Ackles? You and Padalecki had any time to practice?”
Jensen shot a look over at Jared who was naked, sprawled out across the bed. Hair messy on the pillow, head stirring at the sound of Jensen’s voice.
“Um, yeah. Yeah. We practiced all yesterday.”
“So?”
“It’s good. We made some headway. I think.” Jared looked up and Jensen made a motion for him to keep quiet.
“Who is it?” Jared whispered.
“Coach,” Jensen mouthed.
Jared smiled his guiltiest smile and then pretended to give head, poking his tongue in his cheek.
Jensen threw his shorts at him.
“All right. Good,” Coach said. “Come in tomorrow for game film and then we’ll see whatcha got in practice.”
“Yeah. We’ll be ready.”
“Good,” Coach said, hanging up.
“Shit,” Jensen said.
“Did you tell him I said hi?” Jared asked.
“Shut up,” Jensen said, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit.” He dropped his phone and huffed out a breath.
“What?” Jared asked, smile fading from his face.
Looking all around the floor at their discarded clothes, Jensen felt like he’d just eaten glass. “What the fuck did we do here, Jay?” he asked quietly.
“We had sex,” Jared said.
“I know that, you idiot. I mean, what the fuck did we do here? I’ve got to be out of my fucking mind,” Jensen said, a mirthless laugh escaping his lips.
“What are you saying, Jen?” Jared asked, voice thin and reedy. “Are you saying that you regret it? Because I don’t, Jensen. I don’t regret it.”
Jensen just looked up at him, not knowing what to say. Torn between the reality of the situation and what he actually wanted. He shook his head.
Jared came to the edge of the bed, slinging his legs over and keeping the sheet across his lap. Jensen was grateful not to have to see him naked at this particular moment.
“Listen,” Jared said. “I don’t make a habit out of this kind of thing. You know how hard it is to… to… well, you know how hard it is.”
Staring down at the rug, Jensen nodded.
“I didn’t think anything would ever happen. Never thought in a million years I would get to even have a couple of beers with you. And when the Cowboys drafted me, I didn’t want to fuck it up, so I kept my distance. I did. And I think you did too, a little.” Jared smiled. “I tried. But then Tom got injured and Coach called me up and next thing I know I’m screwing up every opportunity to connect with you on the field-”
“My fault,” Jensen said, not looking up.
“Whatever. So then, instead of getting sent back down, we end up playing Madden in your living room. Eating ribs from your favorite place. Swimming in your pool. It just fell into my lap. I had to know.”
“Know what?”
“If it was even possible. You don’t give much away, Jensen.”
“Yeah, well,” Jensen began, knowing he didn’t need to explain to Jared what it was like to hide. What it was like to keep secrets.
“Look. If you want me out of here, just say so. I’ll catch a cab and we’ll go back to avoiding each other. I won’t say anything to anyone. Ever. I promise,” and damn him if he didn’t make an “X” across his heart.
Jensen stared at him for a long minute, quiet filling the void between them. He wanted to give himself time to think it over, but in truth, he couldn’t think at all while he sat in the silence. He just looked at Jared and then next thing he said was: “Dude, just shut up and get back in bed.” Jensen tucked himself in behind Jared, dick half-hard against Jared’s ass.
They didn't talk for a few minutes, but Jensen started gently rubbing himself against Jared's ass, and Jesus that felt good.
“You okay?” Jared whispered, drawing Jensen’s hand around to his stomach and placing his huge hand over it.
“Think so,” Jensen said.
“Good,” Jared said, bringing Jensen’s hand a little further down.
Jared’s cock was fully hard already, and Jensen closed his eyes and rubbed himself against the soft skin of Jared’s ass, lined his dick up against Jared’s crack, pressed forward. Jared pushed his ass back for more friction and rocked his hips forward into Jensen’s hand. “Jen. Oh Jen,” he breathed. “Just… fucking, oh Jen, just like that,” Jared said, voice low, bucking up into Jensen’s fist and coming, shooting ropes of sticky come onto the sheets.
Jensen pulled himself in close and rubbed harder against the smooth skin of Jared’s ass until he came too, on Jared and his own belly.
Jensen rolled onto his back and huffed out a breath. “Jesus.”
“You can call me Jay,” Jared said, smiling.
“Shut up,” Jensen said, but he couldn’t help smiling back.
“I’mma wash up,” Jared said, getting up. “Then breakfast. And practice, yeah?”
“Okay,” Jensen said.
Jared grabbed his duffle bag from the hallway bathroom and brought it into the master bath while Jensen stayed in bed, listening to the sounds of Jared brushing his teeth and flushing the toilet.
Feeling sticky, Jensen decided to join Jared. He walked into the already steamy bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, lifting the seat and lid.
“Course not. Just don’t flush if it’s gonna burn me.”
When Jensen was done, he flushed, and went over to the sink to brush his teeth. Walking towards the shower, he asked, “Can I join?”
“Course,” Jared said, sliding the door open and pulling him in.
Jensen kissed him, tasting his mouth all minty and clean, running his fingers through Jared’s wet hair. Jared got him soapy all over and it wasn’t long before they were both hard again, slipping and sliding against each other.
“Hey,” Jared said, voice deep. “Let’s finish up in here, okay?”
Jensen's grandfather had an expression he used to say all the time, one that flashed in Jensen’s mind for a second: might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. So long as they were gonna do this, they might as well fucking do it.
The tone of Jared’s voice made Jensen’s dick thicken. “Yeah, okay.”. Jared rinsed the soap off of both of them and quickly stepped out of the shower. “Wait here,” Jensen said, and toweled off as he retrieved the lube and condoms from the bedroom. He'd always wanted to try something. Leaning against the counter, Jensen pulled Jared up against him. Jensen kissed him slowly, tilting his head up to reach Jared’s mouth.
He pushed a condom into Jared’s hand and bent himself over onto the counter, the marble of the counter cool against his dick. He watched Jared in the mirror. Watched him put on the condom, and then watched as Jared slid to his knees and spread Jensen’s cheeks apart.
“Oh my God,” Jensen gasped, feeling Jared’s tongue moving insistently against his ass. Jared used his thumb to massage the skin right below the hole and Jensen squirmed at first and then relaxed into the touch. Jared’s tongue moved inside, past the tight ring of muscle and Jensen pushed back at him, wanting more, needing more. Jared took his time, humming as he went, making the skin vibrate and oh it felt so good.
“Please,” Jensen said. Wasn’t sure what he was asking for but he knew he wanted more. More of everything. Jared stood back up, slicked his cock with a little extra lube, and started his way in.
Jared’s mouth was open, lips wet and glistening and he grabbed Jensen’s hips, surging forward. Drove home in one stroke, burying himself deep in Jensen’s ass.
The burn was easier this time, and this position made it almost impossible for Jared to miss that spot inside. Jensen watched his own face as Jared hit the spot over and over. Jared moaned and grunted as he thrust in and out. “So good, Jen. So fucking good.” Jared reached around and wrapped his huge hand around Jensen’s cock. He got only a few strokes in before Jensen could feel himself ready to come, the heat coiled in his belly ready to snap like a whip.
He watched Jared watching him in the mirror. “Jesus Jen, you’re so fucking pretty,” he said, placing a hand on his shoulder and driving himself in. Jensen pushed back hard, grunting Jared’s name, and coming. Jared followed quickly, balls slapping against Jensen’s ass. “Fuck,” Jared said. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, man,” Jensen said, gasping for air. “I haven’t come this much since I was in college.”
“I bet,” Jared said, smirking.
They cleaned up again and headed downstairs for breakfast. Rosalita was already there making coffee. Jared insisted on talking to her in his broken Spanish even though he’d have to throw in an English word here and there to make sense. Rosalita spoke perfect English with an accent, but Jensen couldn’t help but think that Jared would want to reach out to her the same way he reached out to just about everyone.
She didn’t ask where Jared had come from, and Jensen knew she’d go looking to make up the guest room later and find it untouched. Rosalita would never bring that up, of course, but she was a pretty sharp lady; she was only with Jensen a few months before she stopped asking when Jensen was going to find a nice girl and settle down. Not that Jensen brought a ton of guys home or anything, but a visit or two from “old friends” and Rosalita had his number.
After breakfast, Jared suggested practice, but Jensen stalled. Had them play some more Halo first. Then Jared noticed Jensen’s guitar on the stand in the living room, and asked about it. Jensen said he liked to play, sing a little, and Jared insisted on a demonstration. Normally, he would have politely refused, hating to play when anyone was watching, but it was either sing or play football, and Jensen wasn’t sure he was ready to find out whether this new situation made playing better or worse. So he regaled Jared with a pretty decent version of “Ring of Fire.” Jared clapped for him and seemed to genuinely enjoy it.
“C’mon, man,” Jared said when Jensen was placing the guitar back in the stand. “We should practicing.”
“Sure,” Jensen said, dragging his feet at they stepped out into the Texas sunshine.
They stretched. Jensen’s leg muscles, in particular, felt a little shaky and his ass was definitely sore. He didn’t mind, though. He kinda liked feeling what Jared had done to him. The subtle twinges of pain actually made him smile a little.
Finally, Jensen could avoid the test no longer and Jared nodded. “You ready?” Jared asked.
“No,” Jensen admitted.
“Tough. Cause here we go.”
Moment of truth. Jared hiked the ball to Jensen and ran the play.
Jensen faded back to pass and let the ball fly…
Part 3
Part: Part 2: "The Blitz"
Author: bksncleverness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: J2, implied Jensen/Tom, Mike/Tom (Chad is single)
Summary: Jensen Ackles is the quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys. Jared Padalecki is a newly drafted receiver on the team. With Welling on the injured list, Padalecki steps up to play, but there's some tension on and off the field.
Word Count: for the whole 4 parts: 23,000+
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my smutty imagination. Also, this is an alternate universe, so it may be happening *somewhere* but it ain't here.
Betas who rule: stephanometra (mistress of all things Texas), juice817 (mistress of grammar), mooncharm (mistress of my heart).
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Part 2: The Blitz
Jared fooled around like a teenager in the pool, a blur of somersaults and handstands. He threw himself off the diving board: jackknifes, can-openers, and cannonballs. And whenever his head wasn’t underwater, he was chatting about his family, his dogs, the virtues of skinny-dipping and what seemed like everything else under the sun . He scoffed at Jensen’s trunks and splashed and the both of them bumped a volleyball over the net in the shallow end.
Jensen tried not to read too much into it. Jared naked in his pool meant nothing at all. There was a guy at ‘SC who ran around every post-game party stark naked as soon as he got a few drinks in him. That guy was a party animal, and his nudity was meaningless. Just a guy having a good time. And Jared was just a guy who liked swimming naked. Simple as that. Yeah, simple.
Every time Jared dove under, Jensen tried to remind himself that being the quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys was a job that came with expectations and responsibilities. He had to keep his mind on learning how to play football with Jared, not on anything else. For the good of the team, Jensen was going to have to ignore Jared’s perfect ass, the ripple of muscles in his broad shoulders as he bumped the volleyball over the net, the thick thatch of dark hair at his crotch. Jensen was just going to have to ignore all of this and more. It was with a sense of dread that Jensen realized that was what he’d been trying to do since the Cowboys had signed Jared Padalecki in the draft.
If Jensen really admitted it to himself, he’d been semi-consciously ignoring Jared since the first day of training camp. Sure they’d acknowledge each other in the locker room, even ran a play or two in practice, but it was much easier to throw to Jared when he was just one guy in a line of receivers. Jensen was like a machine sometimes in practice, just throwing to hands, not to people. But when Coach called up Padalecki to play, Jensen could feel something in him shift and it worried him. Jared wasn’t just a pair of unbelievably big anonymous hands anymore. He was a whole person, a person who had intrigued Jensen from the minute he saw tapes of UT games from Jared’s last two seasons.
When Jared caught a touchdown pass at UT, he was never an asshole about it. Never threw it in the other team’s face. He high-fived the guys, but then he always found the QB and knocked their helmets together, like he was acknowledging their partnership. He never talked shit to the other team. He smiled and joked on the sidelines, a big, genuine smile that said, ‘I’m just glad to be part of this.’ And now here with the Cowboys, he never complained about warming the bench, never groaned when the assistant coaches ordered more calisthenics. He drove the same beat-up old Ford F-150 he probably got as a gift from his parents when he got his driver’s license. This was a man Jensen really wanted to get to know, and now that he was forced into it, he wasn’t sure how much good it would do his playing.
“Dude, I’m hungry,” Jared said, pushing the volleyball under his legs and letting it splash up behind him. “Wanna get some dinner?”
“I know a barbecue place that delivers. Best ribs in Dallas,” Jensen said.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Jared said and hoisted himself up onto the side. Jensen pretended to look at the filter while Jared grabbed a towel and started to dry off. If he had to look at naked Jared another second, he didn’t think he could be responsible for his actions. “Hey man, can I shower?”
Jensen’s eyes snapped up to meet Jared’s. “Sure. Yeah. There’s a shower in the pool house, but you can use the one in the house too, if you want.”
“Awesome,” Jared said, walking towards the patio door. “I’ll use the one in the house, since my shit is in there already.”
“It’s uh, upstairs. On the right. Towels in the hall closet.”
“Great,” Jared threw a grin over his shoulder and slid the door open, stepping inside.
Jensen watched him go in, and then sank down under the water. When he resurfaced, he shook the water out of his ears and climbed out of the pool. Trying not to think about naked, soapy Jared just upstairs, Jensen called Dwayne’s BBQ for dinner and set the table before grabbing a quick shower in the master bathroom.
By the time Jensen came downstairs, Jared had made himself at home in front of the. Jensen stood back and watched him, flipping channels, relaxing with his bare feet up on the coffee table; Jared looked completely at ease, while Jensen felt tied up in knots. He froze for a minute, hating himself for standing there like an idiot and not just walking into the room and enjoying himself. He was grateful when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” he called out to Jared. The guy delivering the ribs congratulated Jensen on Sunday’s win before he left.
About two minutes into the meal, Jensen realized it had been a huge mistake to get ribs because Jared’s lips and chin were soon covered in sauce, and he insisted on-oh God-lapping it up with his pink tongue. Jensen’s cock was hard and aching under the table. This was about football, he reminded himself. All of this was just good bonding time. Jared licking his fingers like a goddamn porn star meant nothing. Nothing. At. All.
Jensen cracked open some beers, hoping to dull the sensations that made it so difficult-and so fucking easy-to be around Jared. Conversation flowed easily between them, and with a couple of bottles of Shiner, it was even better. After a few beers, and roughly a ton of what Jared admitted were the best ribs in Dallas (but not in San Antone), Jared pushed his chair back from the table, still licking the sauce off his fingers.
“You know what I could go for right about now?” Jared said, raising an eyebrow.
Jensen arches a questioning eyebrow.
“Tequila. You got some?” Jared asked with a mischievous grin.
Jensen’s insides twisted at the word “tequila”. He’d been slowly building up the willpower to tell Jared they should call it a night. With tequila, though, the evening stretched out in front of them and Jensen wasn’t sure how long he could keep reminding himself about how this was all about football. He debated for a second whether or not to bring out the almost-full bottle he had stashed above his refrigerator, but looking at Jared’s face, his resolve crumbled to nothing. “Sure,” he heard himself answer, getting up and going to the bar living room. He returned with a bottle and two shot glasses. “Patrón okay?” he asked, holding it up.
“Sí,” Jared answered, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
“I think there are some limes in the fridge,” Jensen said, thinking he might as well get into the spirit.
“I’ll get ’em,” Jared said, jumping up and striding over to the refrigerator.
While Jared cut up the limes and put them in a little bowl that he found by looking through the cabinets, Jensen slid the patio door open. “Grab the salt shaker from the cabinet over the stove and bring it out when you’re done.” Once outside, Jensen sat down and poured two shots.
Jared followed him out a minute later, setting the bowl of limes and the shaker on the table next to the bottle.
“Here,” Jensen said, handing him a shot.
“To Texas,” Jared said, holding it up.
Jensen smiled and echoed: “To Texas.”
The slow burn of Patrón down Jensen’s throat was icy cool compared to the constant heat and throb of his cock as he watched Jared lick salt off the back of his hand, drink, and suck the little wedges of lime into his mouth. By the time they’d toasted to the Cowboys, to Football, and to both of their mommas, Jared was looking up at the sky and singing “The stars at night are big and bright/ Deep in the heart of Texas.” Jensen stopped trying to tell himself this was all about the game, and began promising himself he’d jerk off as soon as Jared was gone.
Jared sucked on a lime and Jensen forced himself to look away.
“Hey, Jen. Jen,” Jared said, tossing the rind down on the table. “Tom and Mike. Tell the truth. Are they together. Really?”
Jensen looked down at his hands.
“Dude. It’s fine with me if they are,” Jared said, already slurring a little bit. “I don’t care…I mean, I’m totally cool with it. I get it, you know? I get it.”
Jensen considered not just what Jared said, but how he said it. “Yeah,” Jensen said, daring to gaze up into those big, dark eyes. “They’re together. Have been for about a year.”
“I had no idea. Before last night, at least.”
“Well, I think I’m the only person on the team who knows for sure. They keep everything pretty private. They have to, you know?”
“So how come you know?”
Jensen shrugged, pouring another shot. “Tommy and I are close.”
He looked up and Jared was staring at him, a smirk on his face. He gave a satisfied little nod and looked back up at the sky.
“Hey Jay,” Jensen said after a moment, too buzzed to remember there was supposed to be a “T” in there somewhere. “Do you ever have a thought you don’t say out loud?”
Jared looked over at him, taking his eyes from the sky and bringing them down to land right smack on Jensen’s. “Sometimes,” he said thickly. “I think I… want one more shot.”
Jensen picked up the salt shaker and handed it to Jared. Instead of just taking the salt, Jared grabbed at Jensen’s hand. He rubbed his thumb over the calluses on his fingers. “I wonder how many passes this hand has thrown. How many yards.”
Jensen looked everywhere but Jared’s face. “A lot.”
“Yeah,” Jared said, his voice barely a whisper. He knelt in front of Jensen’s chair, licking the palm of Jensen’s hand and shaking salt onto the wet flesh. Jensen’s breath hitched in his throat and his mouth worked, trying to ask what the hell was going on, but he honestly didn’t really care, just so long as Jared did that again.
With half a smile, Jared leaned down, licked the salt off and took the shot of Patrón Jensen had poured for himself. When Jared shoved a lime into his own mouth, Jensen-to his intense embarrassment-made a sound in his throat that sounded a hell of a lot like a whimper. Jared sat back on his heels, looking very satisfied with himself.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asked, voice ragged and cracked.
“A shot,” he said, holding the tiny, sucked-out piece of lime in his enormous hand. He smiled.
“I just… uh… we should…” Jensen’s voice gave out. He cleared his throat and pulled his still-wet hand away.
“So. When you say you and Tom are close… does that mean that you were close? You know, before Mike?”
Jensen wondered what the hell this kid was doing. Did he think it was funny to play this game with him? A sleepy kiss on the cheek was one thing, but licking his hand and asking questions about Tom, well, that just had Dangerous Territory written all over it.
Jensen blushed. “I… I, uh… it’s getting late. You must be tired. I’ll just… I’ll get my keys and then I can-” Jensen made to get up, but Jared didn’t budge from in front of his chair.
“You can’t drive right now. Neither can I,” Jared said, looking up at him with an amused expression.
“Right. So. Yeah. The guest room. You can sleep there.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Oh,” he said, feeling utterly stupid. Jensen bit his lip.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Jared said softly.
“Do what?”
“Bite your lip like that,” Jared said, reaching out and putting his hand on Jensen’s cheek. He ran his thumb along Jensen’s bottom lip.
“Come on, Jay. It’s not… I’m not…” Jensen whispered, and that was it. That was the best argument Jensen could come up with.
He wanted to get up from the chair, get himself far away from Jared, but he couldn’t move. Jared’s eyes had him rooted to the spot, not to mention the huge hand still cupping his face.
“Look, Jen. Maybe I’m wrong about this. Maybe I’m seeing something that’s not really there. And if that’s what’s going on here, just say so and I’ll get up and sleep it off in your guest room. We can blame the tequila. And then we’ll go back to practice and forget all about this.”
“It’s not that easy, Jay.”
“Just tell me, Jensen. Am I wrong?”
Jensen tried to think of an argument, a way to explain to Jared that the quarterback of the Dallas Fucking Cowboys could not possibly be attracted to one of his receivers. That Jensen was not about to jeopardize his career because he felt some kind of tension with one of his teammates. That Jared was wrong about him, wrong about everything, but instead, he looked into Jared’s big, earnest eyes, and every lie he told himself started to unravel. Without even realizing it, he started shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “You’re not wrong.”
Jared placed his hands lightly on Jensen’s thighs. “Maybe I shouldn’t say what I’m thinking right now. Maybe I should just--” he got back up onto his knees and met Jensen’s lips in a kiss. Jensen gasped and Jared took the opportunity to lick into his mouth. It was something Jensen realized he’d been fantasizing about since, well since the first day of training camp, and it was fucking better than he imagined. Jensen tried to match the long, slow strokes of Jared’s tongue in his mouth, brought his hands up to cup Jared’s face, fingers soon straying into his shaggy hair. Jensen’s head swam; the tequila on Jared’s tongue made him drunk, the pure taste of Jared behind it heady and sweet, like a humid Texas morning.
Jensen gently pushed him off. “Wait,” he said, heart pounding, breath coming in gasps. “Wait. Say it,” he whispered. “Need to hear you say it,” Jensen begged, his voice low and gravelly.
Jared slid his tongue along Jensen’s jaw, licked up along the edge of his ear. “Wanna suck you, Jen,” Jared said, voice deep-deeper than Jensen had ever heard it before-and the vibrations of his voice seemed to travel directly south to Jensen’s cock, making it twitch. Jensen groaned.
But Jared wasn’t finished. “Wanna fuck you. All. Night. Long,” he added, sucking a bruise into the flesh behind Jensen’s ear. No one had ever made him this hot before and if he hadn’t already been sitting, the force of Jared’s words would have knocked him on flat on his ass.
Jensen wasn’t sure he’d even be able to move, but he managed to croak two syllables: “Bedroom.”
Jared stood up easily, eagerly, and offered a hand down to Jensen. They kissed standing up for a minute, bodies pressed together, warm and close and so fucking satisfying, then Jared started to walk, his long legs almost tripping Jensen up. It took them forever to get up the stairs because Jensen kept enjoying the height advantage every time he climbed a step higher than Jared. They struggled their clothes off as they went, trying like hell not to fall, and by the time they made it into the bedroom, they were down to just their underwear.
Jared shoved Jensen’s boxers down in one quick motion, then did his own. Jensen blushed as Jared looked him up and down; Jared leered at him, licking his lips, and Jensen felt like a plate of barbecued ribs, slathered in sauce.
Jared took Jensen firmly by the shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed, leaning over him and kissing his lips, his chin, his chest and Jensen tilted his hips up, desperate for contact. Jared rubbed his thick cock against Jensen’s thigh, sliding their hips together, and Jensen moaned, “Jay. Jesus.” Jared answered with a moan of his own, and moved down Jensen’s body, circling his nipples with his tongue and mouthing down his stomach. Jensen’s hands fisted in the sheets, but soon found their way to Jared’s unruly hair as he moved further down.
Jared growled low, deep in his throat, and Jensen thought he might come from that sound alone.
Jensen propped himself up on his elbows, looking down his body, at Jared kneeling between his legs, one hand on either side of Jensen’s thighs, beautiful pink lips open and poised to take in Jensen’s brutally hard cock. Jensen huffed out a breath in sweet anticipation, needing-aching-to feel Jared’s mouth on him, while part of him struggled to figure out how the hell he was getting exactly what he’d been wanting so bad.
Once the two of them locked eyes, Jared opened up and took Jensen in. No cursory lick, just the sudden sensation of being surrounded by silky heat and perfect suction, and God, Jared’s mouth was amazing. He swallowed around Jensen, reaching almost to the base and Jensen’s hips bucked up. “Jay,” Jensen gritted out. He wasn’t going to last long. He’d been hard all fucking night.
Jared pulled off, sucking a bruise into the skin at the top of Jensen’s thigh while Jensen struggled to catch his breath. “God, Jay. Your mouth. Holy shit.” When Jared went to take him in again, Jensen whimpered, “No, I can’t. I’m too close.”
“Shhh,” Jared said. “It’s okay. We have all night.”
“But,” Jensen said weakly. Willed himself to stay as still as possible as Jared placed wet open mouthed kisses up and down his shaft.
“Don’t hold back, Jen,” Jared said, mouthing his way up and tonguing the sensitive triangle just behind the head. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. How much I want this. Fuck up into my mouth, Jen. Do it. Come for me.” And with that, he swallowed around Jensen’s cock, and this time Jensen didn’t stop himself. His hips bucked up, but Jared stayed close around him with every thrust.
“Jesus fuck, Jay,” Jensen breathed, arching up off the bed. Nothing in the world would stop him from coming, from exploding. He wanted to warn Jared, but all that came out was a strangled cry. “I… oh fuck,” he moaned, emptying himself into Jared’s waiting mouth.
Jared swallowed and sucked gently as Jensen came down, his hands stroking Jared’s messy mop. Eyes closed, Jensen fought for air, tried to think, but before a thought could form, Jared was up over him, hands on either side of his shoulders, leaning down to share Jensen’s own taste with him. Jensen moaned at the taste of come mixed with tequila mixed with Jared and Jared and, oh God, Jared.
Letting his hands wander down Jared’s body, Jensen felt the hard muscles and smooth flesh against his calloused hands. He paused on Jared’s hips for a moment, fingertips soft and admiring, before moving to fist Jared’s cock.
Jared shuddered. “Oh, Jen. Mmmmm. So good.”
Jensen tugged him roughly, the way he himself liked it. He looked up at and saw Jared’s pupils blacken with desire.
“Wanna… oh. Wanna fuck you, Jen. Wanna fuck you so bad,” Jared said, thrusting into Jensen’s hand. “Been looking at that ass since you played for ‘SC,” he whispered. And the moan behind his words made the blood rush to Jensen’s cock. “Can I Jen? I’mma lose my mind,” he said, voice gravelly and shot.
“Yeah, Jay,” Jensen breathed, nodding. “Fuck yeah.”
Jared gazed at Jensen’s face, his body. “Just look at you, Jen. So fucking hot,” he said, digging his fingers into Jensen's thighs. "You drive me crazy."
Jensen wanted to say something back to that, to tell Jared that he was a fucking god, but before he could, Jared leaned down and kissed Jensen again, pressing their bodies together. They explored each other’s mouths with their tongues and Jensen marveled at the wonder of Jared’s kisses; they’d started out long and slow and sweet, but now, they were hungry, and they tasted of need and sin. When Jensen felt himself getting hard again, he shifted his hips against Jared.
“Do you have anything?” Jared asked.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, sliding out from under Jared and scooting backwards towards the night table. Pulling open the drawer, he took out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Jensen closed his eyes, willed himself to keep breathing. He could hear Jared tearing into the wrapper, rolling the condom on, and then he popped the bottle open.
“Jen,” Jared said, and Jensen’s eyes snapped open. Jared pushed one long finger into Jensen’s ass and he sucked in a breath. Jared leaned down and kissed him while he fingered him, added another finger when Jensen relaxed enough, scissoring them. Jensen arched his back, moaning. Jared hit the spot, and suddenly the burn of the stretch turned good. Amazing. He pushed back on Jared’s long and nimble fingers, wanting him to hit that spot again. Jared’s fucking hands were magic. While one hand prepped Jensen, the other was spread across Jensen’s thigh, the fingertips just barely gripping the flesh.
“Ready?” Jared asked.
Jensen nodded. Jared slid out his fingers, wiping the slickness off on his leg, and grabbed Jensen’s hips, pulling up one of his legs.
Jensen felt the tip of Jared’s dick pushing him open and he reached out and braced his hands on Jared’s ribcage. He was breathing hard and Jensen could already feel a thin sheen of sweat on him. Jared pushed forward a little and then a little more and Jensen shifted a bit, pulled his knees almost up to his chest. Jared’s cock was thick and long, and Jensen was grateful he took his time.
Jensen looked up at Jared. “Stop moving for a second, okay?” he said, voice strained and cracking.
“Been a while?” Jared asked, smiling. Jensen glared at him, but felt him tense and stop.
Jensen breathed, telling himself to relax.
“I’m almost there, Jen,” Jared said, voice ragged. It was a plea.
“Now, Jay. Do it.”
“You sure?” Jared asked.
“Jesus. Fuck me. Come on.”
Jared didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved in a tiny bit more and then drew back, holding Jensen’s thighs. He slid home again, easier this time.
“Holy shit, Jen. You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good,” Jared said, breathless, thrusting slowly, but with determination. “So good.”
Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist and urged him closer, faster. And then he hit it, hit the spot inside him that made his vision white out around the edges. Jared’s huge cock found it and Jensen moaned loud and long. “Oh God, Jay. More. Harder. Holy shit.”
Jared leaned down, kissed Jensen as they fucked, thrust in and moaned into his mouth.
Jensen’s cock rubbed between them, already hard again and wanting attention, and Jensen was about to reach down and tug himself, but Jared batted his hand away and pulled him up roughly.
“Oh God. Jay.”
“Wanted to fuck you for ages. Ages, Jen,” Jared’s hips began to stutter, to lose their steady rhythm. But he jacked Jensen harder, faster and nudged the spot inside, and Jensen arched up, cursing, coming all over Jared’s hand and his own chest. Jensen clenched around Jared’s dick, wanting all of it deep inside him, and Jared came hard, exploding into Jensen’s tight ass. “Fuck, Jen. Fuck.”
Jared collapsed on him, gasping and after a minute where they didn’t move at all, Jared pulled out slowly and rolled off.
For a minute, Jensen wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Would Jared get up and get dressed and ask to go home? Would he just fall asleep on the other side of the bed?
“Get in,” Jared said, pulling down the sheets and sliding in the bed.
“Okay,” Jensen said, his voice still shot.
As soon as he was there, Jared drew him close, and Jensen pillowed his head on Jared’s chest. “I don’t know if you’re into cuddling afterwards, but I totally am,” Jared said with a pleased sigh.
“No. Yeah. It’s okay,” Jensen said, not quite believing Jared’s arms wrapped around him. All he got from Tom was a hard fuck and a shove afterwards. This wasn’t anything like that.
They lay there in silence for a while.
“Hey Jen? I wasn’t sure you’d want to. You know? With me. Seen you date a lot of women.”
“Yeah, well. I like women. I do. This is just… sometimes I…” Jensen tried to explain something he’d never even articulated to himself.
“Don’t worry, man. I get it. Women are great. Some guys are just better,” Jared said, stroking Jensen’s arm.
“Yeah.”
“So,” Jared said, clearing his throat. “You and Tom?”
“Yeah. Well, it wasn’t like this. It was like, we were pissed at each other, and it was the only way we could get past it. Or something. We never talk about it. And it only happened once.” Jensen let that hang in the air. He still wasn’t sure what this thing with Jared was. Whether this too would be a one-time thing.
“I don’t know about you, but I’d really like what just happened to happen again.”
“Me too,” Jensen admitted.
“Jensen?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m hungry.”
“M’kay. There's plenty of food in the kitchen,” Jensen said.
“All the way down there? Well, hell, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to find my way. You better come with me.”
Jensen laughed. “All right,” he said, getting up and pulling Jared up with him.
They went downstairs for a midnight snack and ended up kissing again. Jared sat on the counter in the middle of the kitchen and soon Jensen started to mouth down his chest, went down on Jared then, digging his fingertips into the flesh of his thighs.
It had been a long time since Jensen had gone down on anyone, but Jared seemed to like everything that he did. He talked a lot the whole time, saying things like, “You look so fuckin’ hot right now. Jesus, look at the way you suck my cock. Oh Jen, how d’you get so fuckin’ good at this?” Jensen moaned around his dick and sucked hard, pulling off to kiss Jared with his lips all swollen and red.
Jared looked at him, rubbed his thumb along Jensen’s bottom lip. “This fucking mouth,” he whispered. And Jensen ducked his head and went down again. When Jared came, he cried, “Holy fucking shit, Jenny. Christ.”
He came down slowly and Jensen rode out all the aftershocks with him, swallowing everything he could.
Jensen stood up and leaned into Jared. “Mmmm. S’good,” Jared said into Jensen’s short hair. “Sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
“Called you Jenny. Just slipped out. I know you hate it.”
“S’okay,” Jensen said, leaning his forehead against Jared’s neck. He actually kinda liked the way it sounded when Jared said it. He supposed maybe he just liked the way Jared said anything when he was coming.
They went back upstairs, exhausted, and fell into bed, started kissing again, Jared pulling Jensen on top of him. They fell asleep somewhere in the middle of all that, tangled up together.
Jensen woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
He looked at his bedside table-where he usually kept the phone-and there was nothing there but a condom wrapper and a bottle of lube. The phone rang again and it came from somewhere near the door, phone was still in his shorts from the night before. He climbed out of bed and fumbled with the shorts until the phone spilled out. He answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Ackles.”
“Hey Coach,” he said, voice tight, feeling like a teenager who just got caught sneaking in his bedroom window an hour after curfew. He cleared his throat. “How are you?”
“Fine. So what’s the news, Ackles? You and Padalecki had any time to practice?”
Jensen shot a look over at Jared who was naked, sprawled out across the bed. Hair messy on the pillow, head stirring at the sound of Jensen’s voice.
“Um, yeah. Yeah. We practiced all yesterday.”
“So?”
“It’s good. We made some headway. I think.” Jared looked up and Jensen made a motion for him to keep quiet.
“Who is it?” Jared whispered.
“Coach,” Jensen mouthed.
Jared smiled his guiltiest smile and then pretended to give head, poking his tongue in his cheek.
Jensen threw his shorts at him.
“All right. Good,” Coach said. “Come in tomorrow for game film and then we’ll see whatcha got in practice.”
“Yeah. We’ll be ready.”
“Good,” Coach said, hanging up.
“Shit,” Jensen said.
“Did you tell him I said hi?” Jared asked.
“Shut up,” Jensen said, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit.” He dropped his phone and huffed out a breath.
“What?” Jared asked, smile fading from his face.
Looking all around the floor at their discarded clothes, Jensen felt like he’d just eaten glass. “What the fuck did we do here, Jay?” he asked quietly.
“We had sex,” Jared said.
“I know that, you idiot. I mean, what the fuck did we do here? I’ve got to be out of my fucking mind,” Jensen said, a mirthless laugh escaping his lips.
“What are you saying, Jen?” Jared asked, voice thin and reedy. “Are you saying that you regret it? Because I don’t, Jensen. I don’t regret it.”
Jensen just looked up at him, not knowing what to say. Torn between the reality of the situation and what he actually wanted. He shook his head.
Jared came to the edge of the bed, slinging his legs over and keeping the sheet across his lap. Jensen was grateful not to have to see him naked at this particular moment.
“Listen,” Jared said. “I don’t make a habit out of this kind of thing. You know how hard it is to… to… well, you know how hard it is.”
Staring down at the rug, Jensen nodded.
“I didn’t think anything would ever happen. Never thought in a million years I would get to even have a couple of beers with you. And when the Cowboys drafted me, I didn’t want to fuck it up, so I kept my distance. I did. And I think you did too, a little.” Jared smiled. “I tried. But then Tom got injured and Coach called me up and next thing I know I’m screwing up every opportunity to connect with you on the field-”
“My fault,” Jensen said, not looking up.
“Whatever. So then, instead of getting sent back down, we end up playing Madden in your living room. Eating ribs from your favorite place. Swimming in your pool. It just fell into my lap. I had to know.”
“Know what?”
“If it was even possible. You don’t give much away, Jensen.”
“Yeah, well,” Jensen began, knowing he didn’t need to explain to Jared what it was like to hide. What it was like to keep secrets.
“Look. If you want me out of here, just say so. I’ll catch a cab and we’ll go back to avoiding each other. I won’t say anything to anyone. Ever. I promise,” and damn him if he didn’t make an “X” across his heart.
Jensen stared at him for a long minute, quiet filling the void between them. He wanted to give himself time to think it over, but in truth, he couldn’t think at all while he sat in the silence. He just looked at Jared and then next thing he said was: “Dude, just shut up and get back in bed.” Jensen tucked himself in behind Jared, dick half-hard against Jared’s ass.
They didn't talk for a few minutes, but Jensen started gently rubbing himself against Jared's ass, and Jesus that felt good.
“You okay?” Jared whispered, drawing Jensen’s hand around to his stomach and placing his huge hand over it.
“Think so,” Jensen said.
“Good,” Jared said, bringing Jensen’s hand a little further down.
Jared’s cock was fully hard already, and Jensen closed his eyes and rubbed himself against the soft skin of Jared’s ass, lined his dick up against Jared’s crack, pressed forward. Jared pushed his ass back for more friction and rocked his hips forward into Jensen’s hand. “Jen. Oh Jen,” he breathed. “Just… fucking, oh Jen, just like that,” Jared said, voice low, bucking up into Jensen’s fist and coming, shooting ropes of sticky come onto the sheets.
Jensen pulled himself in close and rubbed harder against the smooth skin of Jared’s ass until he came too, on Jared and his own belly.
Jensen rolled onto his back and huffed out a breath. “Jesus.”
“You can call me Jay,” Jared said, smiling.
“Shut up,” Jensen said, but he couldn’t help smiling back.
“I’mma wash up,” Jared said, getting up. “Then breakfast. And practice, yeah?”
“Okay,” Jensen said.
Jared grabbed his duffle bag from the hallway bathroom and brought it into the master bath while Jensen stayed in bed, listening to the sounds of Jared brushing his teeth and flushing the toilet.
Feeling sticky, Jensen decided to join Jared. He walked into the already steamy bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, lifting the seat and lid.
“Course not. Just don’t flush if it’s gonna burn me.”
When Jensen was done, he flushed, and went over to the sink to brush his teeth. Walking towards the shower, he asked, “Can I join?”
“Course,” Jared said, sliding the door open and pulling him in.
Jensen kissed him, tasting his mouth all minty and clean, running his fingers through Jared’s wet hair. Jared got him soapy all over and it wasn’t long before they were both hard again, slipping and sliding against each other.
“Hey,” Jared said, voice deep. “Let’s finish up in here, okay?”
Jensen's grandfather had an expression he used to say all the time, one that flashed in Jensen’s mind for a second: might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. So long as they were gonna do this, they might as well fucking do it.
The tone of Jared’s voice made Jensen’s dick thicken. “Yeah, okay.”. Jared rinsed the soap off of both of them and quickly stepped out of the shower. “Wait here,” Jensen said, and toweled off as he retrieved the lube and condoms from the bedroom. He'd always wanted to try something. Leaning against the counter, Jensen pulled Jared up against him. Jensen kissed him slowly, tilting his head up to reach Jared’s mouth.
He pushed a condom into Jared’s hand and bent himself over onto the counter, the marble of the counter cool against his dick. He watched Jared in the mirror. Watched him put on the condom, and then watched as Jared slid to his knees and spread Jensen’s cheeks apart.
“Oh my God,” Jensen gasped, feeling Jared’s tongue moving insistently against his ass. Jared used his thumb to massage the skin right below the hole and Jensen squirmed at first and then relaxed into the touch. Jared’s tongue moved inside, past the tight ring of muscle and Jensen pushed back at him, wanting more, needing more. Jared took his time, humming as he went, making the skin vibrate and oh it felt so good.
“Please,” Jensen said. Wasn’t sure what he was asking for but he knew he wanted more. More of everything. Jared stood back up, slicked his cock with a little extra lube, and started his way in.
Jared’s mouth was open, lips wet and glistening and he grabbed Jensen’s hips, surging forward. Drove home in one stroke, burying himself deep in Jensen’s ass.
The burn was easier this time, and this position made it almost impossible for Jared to miss that spot inside. Jensen watched his own face as Jared hit the spot over and over. Jared moaned and grunted as he thrust in and out. “So good, Jen. So fucking good.” Jared reached around and wrapped his huge hand around Jensen’s cock. He got only a few strokes in before Jensen could feel himself ready to come, the heat coiled in his belly ready to snap like a whip.
He watched Jared watching him in the mirror. “Jesus Jen, you’re so fucking pretty,” he said, placing a hand on his shoulder and driving himself in. Jensen pushed back hard, grunting Jared’s name, and coming. Jared followed quickly, balls slapping against Jensen’s ass. “Fuck,” Jared said. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, man,” Jensen said, gasping for air. “I haven’t come this much since I was in college.”
“I bet,” Jared said, smirking.
They cleaned up again and headed downstairs for breakfast. Rosalita was already there making coffee. Jared insisted on talking to her in his broken Spanish even though he’d have to throw in an English word here and there to make sense. Rosalita spoke perfect English with an accent, but Jensen couldn’t help but think that Jared would want to reach out to her the same way he reached out to just about everyone.
She didn’t ask where Jared had come from, and Jensen knew she’d go looking to make up the guest room later and find it untouched. Rosalita would never bring that up, of course, but she was a pretty sharp lady; she was only with Jensen a few months before she stopped asking when Jensen was going to find a nice girl and settle down. Not that Jensen brought a ton of guys home or anything, but a visit or two from “old friends” and Rosalita had his number.
After breakfast, Jared suggested practice, but Jensen stalled. Had them play some more Halo first. Then Jared noticed Jensen’s guitar on the stand in the living room, and asked about it. Jensen said he liked to play, sing a little, and Jared insisted on a demonstration. Normally, he would have politely refused, hating to play when anyone was watching, but it was either sing or play football, and Jensen wasn’t sure he was ready to find out whether this new situation made playing better or worse. So he regaled Jared with a pretty decent version of “Ring of Fire.” Jared clapped for him and seemed to genuinely enjoy it.
“C’mon, man,” Jared said when Jensen was placing the guitar back in the stand. “We should practicing.”
“Sure,” Jensen said, dragging his feet at they stepped out into the Texas sunshine.
They stretched. Jensen’s leg muscles, in particular, felt a little shaky and his ass was definitely sore. He didn’t mind, though. He kinda liked feeling what Jared had done to him. The subtle twinges of pain actually made him smile a little.
Finally, Jensen could avoid the test no longer and Jared nodded. “You ready?” Jared asked.
“No,” Jensen admitted.
“Tough. Cause here we go.”
Moment of truth. Jared hiked the ball to Jensen and ran the play.
Jensen faded back to pass and let the ball fly…
Part 3