Football'verse Part 3 of 4 (complete)
Title: Fade Back to the Football'verse (4 parts complete)
Part: Part 3: "Third and Goal"
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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"Aaaaaaaand TOUCHDOWN COWBOYS! Oh my goodness! What an unbelievable catch by Padalecki in the endzone! He had, what, three Packers on his tail and he just twisted and reached up and plucked that ball right out of the air."
"Talk about precision throwing, Eric. When was the last time Ackles completed 18 for 22 passes? And almost half of those caught by Padalecki. This is a totally different situation than two weeks ago."
"No question, Bob. I mean, two weeks ago, Ackles and Padalecki looked like they'd never practiced together and today it seems like there's a telepathic link between the two."
"I don't think we've seen chemistry like this since Ackles and Welling started together Ackles' first season."
"I think this might be even better."
"Setting up the extra point. Good snap. Good hold. And... it's good! That makes it 21 to 10, Cowboys."
"You know, Bob, before today, I don't think we've had the opportunity to really see what Padalecki can do."
"With Welling injured, Padalecki has really stepped up. This is classic Cowboys football, Eric. A sight to see."
"You know, Bob. Coach Morgan was saying before the game that he'd ordered some extra practice for Ackles and Padalecki. Looks like it paid off."
"Sure did, Eric. We're gonna go into the third quarter with Cowboys leading by 11. When we come back, Packers will lead the drive."
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They didn’t really talk much about it, but Jared and Jensen had found plenty of excuses to hang out almost every night of the bye week leading up to the game in Green Bay.
They’d tell each other they needed more practice and then not touch a football all night. Or Jared would claim a craving for ribs from Dwayne’s BBQ. Or Jensen would demand a rematch in Madden. Or Jared would say how good a swim would feel after a hard day of running drills.
And once Jared was in Jensen’s house, the “excuses” were forgotten most of the time. They’d fool around, make out like teenagers on the couch during a movie, or find their way up to the bedroom dropping their clothes along the way. Just like coach asked, they’d found a rhythm, and it involved them being Cowboys all day, and then shedding their uniforms and personas at the end of practice. The night belonged to them, just them, hanging out, being themselves, drinking beers, and sharing something they weren’t willing to share with anyone else.
But once the Cowboys left for Green Bay, Jensen started to realize just how little privacy he had when the team played an away game. It was only three days, but it felt like much longer. They couldn’t have a simple conversation without anyone else around. It was difficult to know they couldn’t drop the “Hey, whassup, man,” act for days on end. And not being able to touch Jared, well, Jensen wondered if Jared felt that need as much as he did.
A couple of times during the game and when they were headed for the plane, Jensen thought he’d exchanged a meaningful glance or two with Jared. Couldn’t be sure, though, because Chad stuck to Jared like glue, and there couldn’t be a whole lot of nonverbal conversation with Chad around, “Hey, Jensen’s looking over here. Why’s he doing that? Do you think he’s mad at me? Maybe he’s mad at you, Jared. I mean, you did almost miss that pass in the third quarter.” And on he’d go.
*-*
“Here's to the Cowboys," Jared said, holding up a bottle of Shiner.
"The Cowboys!" Jensen, Jared, Chad, Tom, and Mike shouted in unison and drank.
The Lone Star was full of Cowboys who had come straight from the airport to the bar. Jensen had been hoping the party would break up and he'd be able to take Jared back to his house for some time alone. But Mike had been adamant that they go and have some drinks to celebrate how well the team had done. Jensen had tried to beg off, but Jared said he wouldn't mind a beer and a couple of shots, so Jensen had suddenly claimed he was less tired than he thought.
He should have just gone home because being out with Jared was torture, pure and simple. Jared sat across from him and he looked fucking gorgeous. All shaggy curls around his ears, two-day stubble, and dimples. Jensen was having trouble looking anywhere but at those dark eyes and that thousand-watt smile. Everything Jared did reminded Jensen of sex.
He wrapped a huge hand around his beer bottle, and Jensen thought of that hand pumping his dick hard. When Jared tossed his head back and laughed, it was like when he came. When he drank a shot, the way he swallowed reminded him of the way Jared... oh God, it was torture.
Jensen kept looking at his watch, wondering how much longer he was gonna have to sit there, hard as a fucking rock, while Chad made exceedingly awkward conversation with him. Fucking Chad, man. Jensen had accepted that Chad and Jared were good friends, but that didn't mean he had to like the guy.
"So, Ackles, man," Chad said, shredding the label of his beer. "How did you like L.A.?"
"S'all right," Jensen said, shrugging.
"You work your way through those cheerleaders? Damn, I love me some Texas girls, but 'SC's got the hottest cheerleaders in the BCS."
"Sure, man. I got my share," Jensen said, trying for the twentieth time to catch Jared's eye. But Jared was too busy to notice.
"I bet you did, man," Chad said, punching Jensen in the shoulder. "Hell, I woulda done the same."
Jared turned to look at Chad. "Yeah, you'da had as much luck with them as the cheerleaders at A&M. Oh, I forgot," Jared said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "A&M doesn't have any cheerleaders." Reaching out to pat Chad's hand, Jared smiled at him, "Poor guy." Then he turned right back, not missing a beat in his conversation with Mike.
So Jared had heard a little of what Chad and Jensen were saying, but he still never stopped participating in the Mike-dominated laugh riot at the table. In fact, it seemed like Jared could give Mike a run for his money in terms of loudness and never-ending chatter. Jensen took a long pull on his beer.
Jensen couldn't catch Jared's eye, but he did catch Tom's a few times. And Jensen could tell there was something knowing in that smirk, as if Tom knew exactly what had happened, even though Jensen had been scrupulously careful about treating Jared like any other receiver. Tom couldn't stop smirking at him. Since they'd gotten back to practice more than a week ago, Tom had been sitting on the sidelines and watching. And even though they hadn't said much to each other about what kind of "practice" Jensen and Jared had been putting in, Jensen's expression must have given it all away.
"Hey man," Chad said, "Ackles."
“Yeah?" Jensen said, annoyed that Chad was still stubbornly trying to get Jensen to join in the "fun."
"Did anyone ever tell you that your name rhymes with tackles?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure," he said.
"Shit, Murray, what the hell are you saying now?" Mike asked, his attention drawn to Chad.
"He was just informing me that my name rhymes with tackles," Jensen said.
"Yeah. Like, if you had a motto it could be like 'Nobody tackles the Ackles,'" Chad said, laying the line out like words as if on a marquee.
Tom pulled the bottle of Shiner out of his hand, "Okay, you're flagged. No more for you."
"And besides, you don't tackle a QB, you sack 'im. Jesus, Chad," Mike said.
“Fine," Chad said, grabbing his beer back from Tom. "Nobody Sack-les the Ackles."
"Holy shit, Chad. Don't hurt yourself," Jared said, cracking up. "Heh," Jared said, "Sackles." Everyone at the table cracked up except for Chad who scowled, and Jensen who was too busy feeling frustrated to care.
Jensen stared into his empty bottle and then tried again to get Jared to look over at him. He wanted this to be the last round and he wanted Jared to get up and say, 'oh man, really tired, I should get out of here.' He couldn't believe Jared's willpower, sitting there and bullshitting with Mike, not three fucking feet away from him. Wasn't he dying to get the hell out of here the same way Jensen was? Didn't he want to be alone with Jensen?
The longer they sat there, the more Jensen's nerves really started to fray. If it was this easy for Jared to resist coming home with Jensen, maybe Jensen had overestimated how Jared felt about him. If he could be this nonchalant about spending almost four days close enough to touch but only able to high five or bump chests or pat him on the helmet or the ass, maybe Jensen was in too deep and he hadn't realized.
Jensen watched Mike and Jared having a good-natured yelling argument over the game the Cowboys had played a few weeks before against the Colts, and he made a deal with himself--if Jared ordered another drink, Jensen would go home... alone.
If Jensen had fucked up by imagining Jared felt something for him that he really didn't, then it was better he cut it off now. And as for the throwing, it wouldn't really matter anyway. The team doctor said Tom would be back in the game by the end of the month. Problem solved.
"Lauren!" Mike yelled. "Lauren, we need more drinks over here!"
"All right, Mike. Hold your horses!" Lauren yelled back from across the bar.
“Boys, we need another round. Who's in?” Mike asked.
"I'm in," Tom said.
Jared looked at what was left in his bottle. He drained the rest and smacked it down on the table. "Count me in," he said, flashing a quick smile in Jensen's direction. It was the first time all night he'd even acknowledged the other side of the table-besides ribbing Chad-but Jensen noticed he still didn't make eye contact.
"Me too," Chad said.
"Not me," Jensen said, making sure not to look at Jared at all.
"Come on, Ackles!" Mike said. "You threw a great game, it's time to let loose a little, huh?"
"Yeah, Jensen. Stay," Jared said, and the flip flop Jensen's stomach did just to have Jared fucking talk to him made him realize that he had gotten himself into a very shitty situation. He was falling for Jared, and for the last week and a half, he thought Jared was feeling the same way. But maybe he'd been wrong. With a disappointed sigh, Jensen stood up.
"I'mma get out of here. You guys keep drinking, though. Tell Lauren to put it on my tab."
Chad insisted on getting up and giving him an awkward half-hug goodbye. Jensen said his goodbyes, while the rest of the folks at table tried to convince him to stay for one more. When Lauren came by for the drink order, Mike got distracted and Jensen took his cue to leave. Jensen walked away from the table without much fanfare, already feeling sorry for himself. He stepped out the door into the sweet Texas night and took a deep breath. The door opened behind him, but it wasn’t Jared who stepped out.
"Hey man, you all right?" Tom asked.
"Sure," Jensen said, forcing a smile.
"What's with you? You been quiet all night."
"It's nothing," Jensen said, shaking his head. "Just tired is all."
They stood there in silence, Tom with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, Jensen staring at the ground.
"You really did throw a great game, Jensen," Tom said after a minute.
"Thanks. It was...it was good, you know?"
"Yeah."
"So you're gonna be back in the game soon, huh?" Jensen asked, finally looking at Tom again.
"Yeah, doc says I can play against the Chargers," Tom said.
"Sweet. It'll be good to have you back."
"Looks like you figured out the whole Padalecki thing, though."
Jensen snorted a laugh. "Not exactly."
Tom just looked at him, waiting for more, but Jensen shook his head. Tom nodded, like he understood.
“Hey, I bet Mike is happy about you being better,” Jensen said.
“Yeah, he is,” Tom said. “He’s… well, you know how he is.”
Jensen nodded with a little laugh.
"All right then. You're good?" Tom asked.
"I'm all good," Jensen said. "See you at game film?"
“See you there," Tom said, pulling the door open and stepping back inside.
Jensen found his keys and walked to his SUV. He flipped through the radio stations, trying to find something good. He stopped at a station when he heard the deep, soothing voice of a DJ saying, “Now, it’s Stevie Ray, a true genius, with ‘The Sky is Crying.’ Keep it right here on 92.5 KZPS.” Jensen drove slowly, taking the long way, knowing on some level he just didn't want to be alone in his house tonight.
To keep his mind from wandering, Jensen started reviewing plays. It was something he used to do even when he played in the Richardson Youth League. Whenever he was angry, nervous or upset, he'd just go over formations and snaps and passes until he couldn't think of anything else. It worked all the way home, but once he stepped inside the front door, reminders of Jared were everywhere. It wasn't surprising, seeing as how Jared and he had fucked around in the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, the den and two bathrooms. Jensen huffed out a frustrated breath, and went into the kitchen for something to eat. He made himself a sandwich and ate it over the sink, washing it down with a beer. He started upstairs.
There was a knock at the door.
Jensen turned and walked slowly back. He barely opened the door before Jared was pushing his way in, cupping the back of Jensen's head and pulling him in close. Jared tasted like Shiner Bock and Patrón and he didn't kiss Jensen so much as he fucked his mouth with his insistent tongue. He kept pulling away to say things like, "couldn't wait" and "drove here like crazy" and "so long." And all of it confused the hell out of Jensen, so he pushed him away.
"What the fuck, Jay?"
"Jesus, Jen, it's been so long since I could get my fucking hands on you, I didn't know how I was gonna make it through tonight," Jared said, breathless. He leaned in again, but Jensen stopped him.
"Well, you coulda fooled me," Jensen said.
"What?"
"You didn't even look at me. I tried to catch your eye all fucking night, man. And you just... you just looked like you were having a great time with Mikey," Jensen said, walking away from Jared into the living room.
"With Mikey?" Jared asked, following him.
"Yeah," Jensen said, realizing for the first time that part of what he'd been feeling was jealousy.
"You kidding me, Jen?"
“No, Jay. Does it sound like I'm kidding?"
"Mikey is a loud-mouthed jackass."
"Well, you seemed really chummy with him," Jensen said.
"I was hard enough to pound nails in there," Jared said, an edge to his voice. "For you. I don't care about Mikey. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I drove like fucking crazy to get here."
"Oh yeah? So why'd you stay for that last round?"
"So we wouldn't leave together, you jerk. You think I want people talking?"
They were both yelling, breathing hard. Jensen scrubbed his hands over his face. His anger was running out of steam, but there was still something he had to ask.
"So... why wouldn't you, you know, look at me?"
Jared shook his head and barked out a laugh. "Did it ever occur to you that I can't fucking look at you? That when we're out of the uniform, looking at you makes me stupid? I wanna fucking do things to you, Jen. I can't think when I see you. I mean, except about how much I want to fuck you." Jared moved in closer, his voice softening. "All right?"
Jensen nodded. Jared held Jensen's face in his hands and tilted it up. He kissed Jensen long and slow and it was all the convincing he needed.
"Come on," Jensen said, pulling Jared upstairs by the hand.
They stood at the foot of Jensen's bed, kissing, Jared palming Jensen's cock through his jeans. Jared pulled Jensen's shirt over his head and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. Jensen shuddered.
"God, Jay. I missed you so fucking much," he said, words tumbling out before he had a chance to stop them. He wondered if he was giving too much away.
"Missed you too, Jen," Jared said, kissing down Jensen's chest and slowly getting to his knees.
Pulling open Jensen's belt buckle and flicking the button open underneath, Jared started sucking Jensen's cock before his shorts were even off. Jensen struggled to stay on his feet when he felt the teasing wet warmth of Jared's mouth through the fabric of his boxers.
Jared tugged Jensen's jeans and shorts down and helped him out of them. Jensen stood there naked, while Jared knelt, still in his jeans, but shirtless. Jensen looked down at him, amazed that this god of a man would kneel before him and suck his cock so eagerly, like a man dying of thirst. Maybe he hadn't been wrong. And the sensation of Jared's mouth on him--moans making unbelievable vibrations as Jared swallowed around him--was only enhanced by the warm feeling in his chest; Jensen was happy.
Jensen placed a hand on top of Jared's head, and Jared pulled off with a wet pop. He smiled up at Jensen, lips red and already a little swollen. He stood, pulling down his jeans and kicking them off. He laid on the bed and beckoned to Jensen.
Jensen crawled up to him, licking Jared's balls, making him hiss out a breath. "Fuck, Jen. You know that makes me crazy," he moaned.
"'s why I'm doin' it."
Jensen took Jared's brutally hard cock into his mouth and Jared arched off the bed. Then he started babbling. Something like ohjenyesfuckyesjenjenholyshitjenfuuuuck. It was music to Jensen's ears.
He pulled off and looked up at him. "You really wanted to come back here with me?" Jensen asked.
Jared sat up on his elbows and looked down at him. "Shit, Jensen. I've had a hard-on for you since we left Lambeau Field. Wanted to fuck you in the locker room, the airplane, the bar. Couldn't think of anything else besides that ass, that mouth. You get me so fucking hard."
"Me too," Jensen whispered, nodding. And he hated to admit it, but part of him--maybe a teeny little part--was disappointed at the answer, even though an hour before he would have killed to hear Jared say it. He shook it off and leaned down again, but Jared placed his hand on Jensen's cheek.
"Hey, man. C’mere," Jared said, pulling Jensen up on top of him. "You are one fucking hot piece of ass, Jen. But that's not the only reason I'm here, okay?"
"Dude, come on," Jensen said, suddenly feeling like the world's biggest pussy for even letting himself think of anything besides fucking Jared. "You don't have to--"
"No, not until you get it. This isn't just sex to me, Jen. Not with you. You got it?"
"Yeah," he whispered.
"Look," Jared said, holding Jensen back by the shoulders. "We're not gonna get to talk about this shit a lot outside of this house, so what we say in here has gotta last when we're out there. You gotta believe it, even when I can't look at you, even when I stay for another drink so no one suspects."
"Okay," Jensen said, leaning down to kiss him again. "Yeah."
Jared brought his hands down to Jensen's waist and slotted their hips together. After a while Jensen placed his palms besides Jared's broad shoulders and brought one of his legs over to straddle him. But Jared stopped him, pushed his leg back.
"What," Jensen said, thinking Jared maybe wanted to take him from behind. "Should I--"
Jared pulled one of Jared's hands up and put two of his fingers in his mouth. After sucking on them, making Jensen shudder and moan, Jared pushed Jensen's wet fingers down and behind his balls.
"You want me to--" Jensen began, but Jared silenced him by pulling him down into a rough kiss.
"Yeah," Jared said. "Come on, Jen."
Jensen stuck one wet finger in Jared's ass. Oh God, he was tight. He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed two in instead. It was a fight to get them in there, and Jensen nearly came just from feeling the incredible pressure of Jared's muscles around him. He scissored his fingers a little and felt Jared relax a bit and bear down.
Jared reached over to the night stand and pulled a condom and the bottle of lube out of the drawer. He tore open the condom and popped the top off the bottle of lube and shoved them over to Jensen without a word.
Jensen rolled the condom on with one hand, still working his fingers into Jared's ass. When Jared arched up off the bed, Jensen knew he'd hit the spot. He teased Jared with it, nudging it with his fingers until Jared was practically begging for Jensen to fuck him.
"Jen, come on. Do it. I'm fucking ready, I promise."
Pulling out his fingers slowly, Jensen drizzled some extra lube over his cock and grabbed Jared by the hips. He placed his cock at Jared's entrance and pushed forward, just a little.
"Fuck," Jared said, breath hitching. "Jesus."
Jensen pulled back and drove forward again. "So tight, Jay. So fucking tight," he said, voice low and deep. He closed his eyes, trying to block out some of the sensations. Jared's tight ass, his sweaty chest heaving below him, Jared's eyes, pupils blown black and wide. Jensen wasn't sure he'd last a minute. He forced himself to breathe, to focus. He began running plays in his head. Just until he was all the way in, then he promised himself he'd drink in every fucking detail of this moment.
Jared pulled his legs close, tilting his hips up as Jensen drove slowly home.
Once he was all the way in, he stopped, waited for Jared to make the next move, to urge him on. He brought his hand down to Jared's dick and pumped it in his fist.
"Now, Jen. Now," Jared said, rolling his hips up in time with Jensen's hand on his cock. Jensen's eyes snapped open and he leaned down to place a sloppy wet kiss on Jared's mouth.
Jared undulated under him, and the two found a rhythm that brought Jensen a little deeper into Jared's ass with each stroke. "Holy fucking Christ, Jay. You--I--oh," he gasped.
Jensen nudged the spot inside Jared and Jared yelled, "Fuck! Jesus! Right there." He pumped his hips up harder. "God, Jenny. Gonna come," he choked out, gasping for breath. Jensen could feel Jared's ass clench around his cock as he came, warm ropes of come shooting onto Jared's chest, all the way up to his motherfucking chin.
Jared's muscle spasms pushed Jensen over the edge, and he blew his wad while Jared was still riding out the aftershocks. "Jay, Jay," he muttered, grunting as he let Jared's tight ass milk every drop from him. "Holy God," Jensen said, breathless, collapsing on top of Jared.
"Yeah. Worth the wait, I think," Jared said, gasping.
"Mmmm," Jensen agreed, trying to catch his breath.
After a few minutes, Jensen slowly pulled out, and threw the condom in the trash can next to the bed. He knew he should probably take a shower, but he didn't want to get up just yet. Jared, as usual, pulled him into an embrace, sighing pleasantly and kissing Jensen on the top of his head.
As his ability to think came back, Jensen started to wonder how long they'd be able to hide what was going on. He'd never felt this way before, not for someone on the same damn team with him. And he didn't think it was going to get any easier. They'd have to be very, very careful. Mike and Tom seemed to have it figured out, but Jensen didn't think he and Jared were anything like them. Still, as far as he was concerned, Jared was worth it.
He heard Jared's breathing change and knew he'd fallen asleep. He tried putting thoughts of logistics and lies out of his mind. The steadiness of Jared's chest rising and falling so peacefully was hypnotic, and before Jensen knew it, he too was asleep.
Part 4
Part: Part 3: "Third and Goal"
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 4
"Aaaaaaaand TOUCHDOWN COWBOYS! Oh my goodness! What an unbelievable catch by Padalecki in the endzone! He had, what, three Packers on his tail and he just twisted and reached up and plucked that ball right out of the air."
"Talk about precision throwing, Eric. When was the last time Ackles completed 18 for 22 passes? And almost half of those caught by Padalecki. This is a totally different situation than two weeks ago."
"No question, Bob. I mean, two weeks ago, Ackles and Padalecki looked like they'd never practiced together and today it seems like there's a telepathic link between the two."
"I don't think we've seen chemistry like this since Ackles and Welling started together Ackles' first season."
"I think this might be even better."
"Setting up the extra point. Good snap. Good hold. And... it's good! That makes it 21 to 10, Cowboys."
"You know, Bob, before today, I don't think we've had the opportunity to really see what Padalecki can do."
"With Welling injured, Padalecki has really stepped up. This is classic Cowboys football, Eric. A sight to see."
"You know, Bob. Coach Morgan was saying before the game that he'd ordered some extra practice for Ackles and Padalecki. Looks like it paid off."
"Sure did, Eric. We're gonna go into the third quarter with Cowboys leading by 11. When we come back, Packers will lead the drive."
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They didn’t really talk much about it, but Jared and Jensen had found plenty of excuses to hang out almost every night of the bye week leading up to the game in Green Bay.
They’d tell each other they needed more practice and then not touch a football all night. Or Jared would claim a craving for ribs from Dwayne’s BBQ. Or Jensen would demand a rematch in Madden. Or Jared would say how good a swim would feel after a hard day of running drills.
And once Jared was in Jensen’s house, the “excuses” were forgotten most of the time. They’d fool around, make out like teenagers on the couch during a movie, or find their way up to the bedroom dropping their clothes along the way. Just like coach asked, they’d found a rhythm, and it involved them being Cowboys all day, and then shedding their uniforms and personas at the end of practice. The night belonged to them, just them, hanging out, being themselves, drinking beers, and sharing something they weren’t willing to share with anyone else.
But once the Cowboys left for Green Bay, Jensen started to realize just how little privacy he had when the team played an away game. It was only three days, but it felt like much longer. They couldn’t have a simple conversation without anyone else around. It was difficult to know they couldn’t drop the “Hey, whassup, man,” act for days on end. And not being able to touch Jared, well, Jensen wondered if Jared felt that need as much as he did.
A couple of times during the game and when they were headed for the plane, Jensen thought he’d exchanged a meaningful glance or two with Jared. Couldn’t be sure, though, because Chad stuck to Jared like glue, and there couldn’t be a whole lot of nonverbal conversation with Chad around, “Hey, Jensen’s looking over here. Why’s he doing that? Do you think he’s mad at me? Maybe he’s mad at you, Jared. I mean, you did almost miss that pass in the third quarter.” And on he’d go.
*-*
“Here's to the Cowboys," Jared said, holding up a bottle of Shiner.
"The Cowboys!" Jensen, Jared, Chad, Tom, and Mike shouted in unison and drank.
The Lone Star was full of Cowboys who had come straight from the airport to the bar. Jensen had been hoping the party would break up and he'd be able to take Jared back to his house for some time alone. But Mike had been adamant that they go and have some drinks to celebrate how well the team had done. Jensen had tried to beg off, but Jared said he wouldn't mind a beer and a couple of shots, so Jensen had suddenly claimed he was less tired than he thought.
He should have just gone home because being out with Jared was torture, pure and simple. Jared sat across from him and he looked fucking gorgeous. All shaggy curls around his ears, two-day stubble, and dimples. Jensen was having trouble looking anywhere but at those dark eyes and that thousand-watt smile. Everything Jared did reminded Jensen of sex.
He wrapped a huge hand around his beer bottle, and Jensen thought of that hand pumping his dick hard. When Jared tossed his head back and laughed, it was like when he came. When he drank a shot, the way he swallowed reminded him of the way Jared... oh God, it was torture.
Jensen kept looking at his watch, wondering how much longer he was gonna have to sit there, hard as a fucking rock, while Chad made exceedingly awkward conversation with him. Fucking Chad, man. Jensen had accepted that Chad and Jared were good friends, but that didn't mean he had to like the guy.
"So, Ackles, man," Chad said, shredding the label of his beer. "How did you like L.A.?"
"S'all right," Jensen said, shrugging.
"You work your way through those cheerleaders? Damn, I love me some Texas girls, but 'SC's got the hottest cheerleaders in the BCS."
"Sure, man. I got my share," Jensen said, trying for the twentieth time to catch Jared's eye. But Jared was too busy to notice.
"I bet you did, man," Chad said, punching Jensen in the shoulder. "Hell, I woulda done the same."
Jared turned to look at Chad. "Yeah, you'da had as much luck with them as the cheerleaders at A&M. Oh, I forgot," Jared said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "A&M doesn't have any cheerleaders." Reaching out to pat Chad's hand, Jared smiled at him, "Poor guy." Then he turned right back, not missing a beat in his conversation with Mike.
So Jared had heard a little of what Chad and Jensen were saying, but he still never stopped participating in the Mike-dominated laugh riot at the table. In fact, it seemed like Jared could give Mike a run for his money in terms of loudness and never-ending chatter. Jensen took a long pull on his beer.
Jensen couldn't catch Jared's eye, but he did catch Tom's a few times. And Jensen could tell there was something knowing in that smirk, as if Tom knew exactly what had happened, even though Jensen had been scrupulously careful about treating Jared like any other receiver. Tom couldn't stop smirking at him. Since they'd gotten back to practice more than a week ago, Tom had been sitting on the sidelines and watching. And even though they hadn't said much to each other about what kind of "practice" Jensen and Jared had been putting in, Jensen's expression must have given it all away.
"Hey man," Chad said, "Ackles."
“Yeah?" Jensen said, annoyed that Chad was still stubbornly trying to get Jensen to join in the "fun."
"Did anyone ever tell you that your name rhymes with tackles?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure," he said.
"Shit, Murray, what the hell are you saying now?" Mike asked, his attention drawn to Chad.
"He was just informing me that my name rhymes with tackles," Jensen said.
"Yeah. Like, if you had a motto it could be like 'Nobody tackles the Ackles,'" Chad said, laying the line out like words as if on a marquee.
Tom pulled the bottle of Shiner out of his hand, "Okay, you're flagged. No more for you."
"And besides, you don't tackle a QB, you sack 'im. Jesus, Chad," Mike said.
“Fine," Chad said, grabbing his beer back from Tom. "Nobody Sack-les the Ackles."
"Holy shit, Chad. Don't hurt yourself," Jared said, cracking up. "Heh," Jared said, "Sackles." Everyone at the table cracked up except for Chad who scowled, and Jensen who was too busy feeling frustrated to care.
Jensen stared into his empty bottle and then tried again to get Jared to look over at him. He wanted this to be the last round and he wanted Jared to get up and say, 'oh man, really tired, I should get out of here.' He couldn't believe Jared's willpower, sitting there and bullshitting with Mike, not three fucking feet away from him. Wasn't he dying to get the hell out of here the same way Jensen was? Didn't he want to be alone with Jensen?
The longer they sat there, the more Jensen's nerves really started to fray. If it was this easy for Jared to resist coming home with Jensen, maybe Jensen had overestimated how Jared felt about him. If he could be this nonchalant about spending almost four days close enough to touch but only able to high five or bump chests or pat him on the helmet or the ass, maybe Jensen was in too deep and he hadn't realized.
Jensen watched Mike and Jared having a good-natured yelling argument over the game the Cowboys had played a few weeks before against the Colts, and he made a deal with himself--if Jared ordered another drink, Jensen would go home... alone.
If Jensen had fucked up by imagining Jared felt something for him that he really didn't, then it was better he cut it off now. And as for the throwing, it wouldn't really matter anyway. The team doctor said Tom would be back in the game by the end of the month. Problem solved.
"Lauren!" Mike yelled. "Lauren, we need more drinks over here!"
"All right, Mike. Hold your horses!" Lauren yelled back from across the bar.
“Boys, we need another round. Who's in?” Mike asked.
"I'm in," Tom said.
Jared looked at what was left in his bottle. He drained the rest and smacked it down on the table. "Count me in," he said, flashing a quick smile in Jensen's direction. It was the first time all night he'd even acknowledged the other side of the table-besides ribbing Chad-but Jensen noticed he still didn't make eye contact.
"Me too," Chad said.
"Not me," Jensen said, making sure not to look at Jared at all.
"Come on, Ackles!" Mike said. "You threw a great game, it's time to let loose a little, huh?"
"Yeah, Jensen. Stay," Jared said, and the flip flop Jensen's stomach did just to have Jared fucking talk to him made him realize that he had gotten himself into a very shitty situation. He was falling for Jared, and for the last week and a half, he thought Jared was feeling the same way. But maybe he'd been wrong. With a disappointed sigh, Jensen stood up.
"I'mma get out of here. You guys keep drinking, though. Tell Lauren to put it on my tab."
Chad insisted on getting up and giving him an awkward half-hug goodbye. Jensen said his goodbyes, while the rest of the folks at table tried to convince him to stay for one more. When Lauren came by for the drink order, Mike got distracted and Jensen took his cue to leave. Jensen walked away from the table without much fanfare, already feeling sorry for himself. He stepped out the door into the sweet Texas night and took a deep breath. The door opened behind him, but it wasn’t Jared who stepped out.
"Hey man, you all right?" Tom asked.
"Sure," Jensen said, forcing a smile.
"What's with you? You been quiet all night."
"It's nothing," Jensen said, shaking his head. "Just tired is all."
They stood there in silence, Tom with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, Jensen staring at the ground.
"You really did throw a great game, Jensen," Tom said after a minute.
"Thanks. It was...it was good, you know?"
"Yeah."
"So you're gonna be back in the game soon, huh?" Jensen asked, finally looking at Tom again.
"Yeah, doc says I can play against the Chargers," Tom said.
"Sweet. It'll be good to have you back."
"Looks like you figured out the whole Padalecki thing, though."
Jensen snorted a laugh. "Not exactly."
Tom just looked at him, waiting for more, but Jensen shook his head. Tom nodded, like he understood.
“Hey, I bet Mike is happy about you being better,” Jensen said.
“Yeah, he is,” Tom said. “He’s… well, you know how he is.”
Jensen nodded with a little laugh.
"All right then. You're good?" Tom asked.
"I'm all good," Jensen said. "See you at game film?"
“See you there," Tom said, pulling the door open and stepping back inside.
Jensen found his keys and walked to his SUV. He flipped through the radio stations, trying to find something good. He stopped at a station when he heard the deep, soothing voice of a DJ saying, “Now, it’s Stevie Ray, a true genius, with ‘The Sky is Crying.’ Keep it right here on 92.5 KZPS.” Jensen drove slowly, taking the long way, knowing on some level he just didn't want to be alone in his house tonight.
To keep his mind from wandering, Jensen started reviewing plays. It was something he used to do even when he played in the Richardson Youth League. Whenever he was angry, nervous or upset, he'd just go over formations and snaps and passes until he couldn't think of anything else. It worked all the way home, but once he stepped inside the front door, reminders of Jared were everywhere. It wasn't surprising, seeing as how Jared and he had fucked around in the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, the den and two bathrooms. Jensen huffed out a frustrated breath, and went into the kitchen for something to eat. He made himself a sandwich and ate it over the sink, washing it down with a beer. He started upstairs.
There was a knock at the door.
Jensen turned and walked slowly back. He barely opened the door before Jared was pushing his way in, cupping the back of Jensen's head and pulling him in close. Jared tasted like Shiner Bock and Patrón and he didn't kiss Jensen so much as he fucked his mouth with his insistent tongue. He kept pulling away to say things like, "couldn't wait" and "drove here like crazy" and "so long." And all of it confused the hell out of Jensen, so he pushed him away.
"What the fuck, Jay?"
"Jesus, Jen, it's been so long since I could get my fucking hands on you, I didn't know how I was gonna make it through tonight," Jared said, breathless. He leaned in again, but Jensen stopped him.
"Well, you coulda fooled me," Jensen said.
"What?"
"You didn't even look at me. I tried to catch your eye all fucking night, man. And you just... you just looked like you were having a great time with Mikey," Jensen said, walking away from Jared into the living room.
"With Mikey?" Jared asked, following him.
"Yeah," Jensen said, realizing for the first time that part of what he'd been feeling was jealousy.
"You kidding me, Jen?"
“No, Jay. Does it sound like I'm kidding?"
"Mikey is a loud-mouthed jackass."
"Well, you seemed really chummy with him," Jensen said.
"I was hard enough to pound nails in there," Jared said, an edge to his voice. "For you. I don't care about Mikey. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I drove like fucking crazy to get here."
"Oh yeah? So why'd you stay for that last round?"
"So we wouldn't leave together, you jerk. You think I want people talking?"
They were both yelling, breathing hard. Jensen scrubbed his hands over his face. His anger was running out of steam, but there was still something he had to ask.
"So... why wouldn't you, you know, look at me?"
Jared shook his head and barked out a laugh. "Did it ever occur to you that I can't fucking look at you? That when we're out of the uniform, looking at you makes me stupid? I wanna fucking do things to you, Jen. I can't think when I see you. I mean, except about how much I want to fuck you." Jared moved in closer, his voice softening. "All right?"
Jensen nodded. Jared held Jensen's face in his hands and tilted it up. He kissed Jensen long and slow and it was all the convincing he needed.
"Come on," Jensen said, pulling Jared upstairs by the hand.
They stood at the foot of Jensen's bed, kissing, Jared palming Jensen's cock through his jeans. Jared pulled Jensen's shirt over his head and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. Jensen shuddered.
"God, Jay. I missed you so fucking much," he said, words tumbling out before he had a chance to stop them. He wondered if he was giving too much away.
"Missed you too, Jen," Jared said, kissing down Jensen's chest and slowly getting to his knees.
Pulling open Jensen's belt buckle and flicking the button open underneath, Jared started sucking Jensen's cock before his shorts were even off. Jensen struggled to stay on his feet when he felt the teasing wet warmth of Jared's mouth through the fabric of his boxers.
Jared tugged Jensen's jeans and shorts down and helped him out of them. Jensen stood there naked, while Jared knelt, still in his jeans, but shirtless. Jensen looked down at him, amazed that this god of a man would kneel before him and suck his cock so eagerly, like a man dying of thirst. Maybe he hadn't been wrong. And the sensation of Jared's mouth on him--moans making unbelievable vibrations as Jared swallowed around him--was only enhanced by the warm feeling in his chest; Jensen was happy.
Jensen placed a hand on top of Jared's head, and Jared pulled off with a wet pop. He smiled up at Jensen, lips red and already a little swollen. He stood, pulling down his jeans and kicking them off. He laid on the bed and beckoned to Jensen.
Jensen crawled up to him, licking Jared's balls, making him hiss out a breath. "Fuck, Jen. You know that makes me crazy," he moaned.
"'s why I'm doin' it."
Jensen took Jared's brutally hard cock into his mouth and Jared arched off the bed. Then he started babbling. Something like ohjenyesfuckyesjenjenholyshitjenfuuuuck. It was music to Jensen's ears.
He pulled off and looked up at him. "You really wanted to come back here with me?" Jensen asked.
Jared sat up on his elbows and looked down at him. "Shit, Jensen. I've had a hard-on for you since we left Lambeau Field. Wanted to fuck you in the locker room, the airplane, the bar. Couldn't think of anything else besides that ass, that mouth. You get me so fucking hard."
"Me too," Jensen whispered, nodding. And he hated to admit it, but part of him--maybe a teeny little part--was disappointed at the answer, even though an hour before he would have killed to hear Jared say it. He shook it off and leaned down again, but Jared placed his hand on Jensen's cheek.
"Hey, man. C’mere," Jared said, pulling Jensen up on top of him. "You are one fucking hot piece of ass, Jen. But that's not the only reason I'm here, okay?"
"Dude, come on," Jensen said, suddenly feeling like the world's biggest pussy for even letting himself think of anything besides fucking Jared. "You don't have to--"
"No, not until you get it. This isn't just sex to me, Jen. Not with you. You got it?"
"Yeah," he whispered.
"Look," Jared said, holding Jensen back by the shoulders. "We're not gonna get to talk about this shit a lot outside of this house, so what we say in here has gotta last when we're out there. You gotta believe it, even when I can't look at you, even when I stay for another drink so no one suspects."
"Okay," Jensen said, leaning down to kiss him again. "Yeah."
Jared brought his hands down to Jensen's waist and slotted their hips together. After a while Jensen placed his palms besides Jared's broad shoulders and brought one of his legs over to straddle him. But Jared stopped him, pushed his leg back.
"What," Jensen said, thinking Jared maybe wanted to take him from behind. "Should I--"
Jared pulled one of Jared's hands up and put two of his fingers in his mouth. After sucking on them, making Jensen shudder and moan, Jared pushed Jensen's wet fingers down and behind his balls.
"You want me to--" Jensen began, but Jared silenced him by pulling him down into a rough kiss.
"Yeah," Jared said. "Come on, Jen."
Jensen stuck one wet finger in Jared's ass. Oh God, he was tight. He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed two in instead. It was a fight to get them in there, and Jensen nearly came just from feeling the incredible pressure of Jared's muscles around him. He scissored his fingers a little and felt Jared relax a bit and bear down.
Jared reached over to the night stand and pulled a condom and the bottle of lube out of the drawer. He tore open the condom and popped the top off the bottle of lube and shoved them over to Jensen without a word.
Jensen rolled the condom on with one hand, still working his fingers into Jared's ass. When Jared arched up off the bed, Jensen knew he'd hit the spot. He teased Jared with it, nudging it with his fingers until Jared was practically begging for Jensen to fuck him.
"Jen, come on. Do it. I'm fucking ready, I promise."
Pulling out his fingers slowly, Jensen drizzled some extra lube over his cock and grabbed Jared by the hips. He placed his cock at Jared's entrance and pushed forward, just a little.
"Fuck," Jared said, breath hitching. "Jesus."
Jensen pulled back and drove forward again. "So tight, Jay. So fucking tight," he said, voice low and deep. He closed his eyes, trying to block out some of the sensations. Jared's tight ass, his sweaty chest heaving below him, Jared's eyes, pupils blown black and wide. Jensen wasn't sure he'd last a minute. He forced himself to breathe, to focus. He began running plays in his head. Just until he was all the way in, then he promised himself he'd drink in every fucking detail of this moment.
Jared pulled his legs close, tilting his hips up as Jensen drove slowly home.
Once he was all the way in, he stopped, waited for Jared to make the next move, to urge him on. He brought his hand down to Jared's dick and pumped it in his fist.
"Now, Jen. Now," Jared said, rolling his hips up in time with Jensen's hand on his cock. Jensen's eyes snapped open and he leaned down to place a sloppy wet kiss on Jared's mouth.
Jared undulated under him, and the two found a rhythm that brought Jensen a little deeper into Jared's ass with each stroke. "Holy fucking Christ, Jay. You--I--oh," he gasped.
Jensen nudged the spot inside Jared and Jared yelled, "Fuck! Jesus! Right there." He pumped his hips up harder. "God, Jenny. Gonna come," he choked out, gasping for breath. Jensen could feel Jared's ass clench around his cock as he came, warm ropes of come shooting onto Jared's chest, all the way up to his motherfucking chin.
Jared's muscle spasms pushed Jensen over the edge, and he blew his wad while Jared was still riding out the aftershocks. "Jay, Jay," he muttered, grunting as he let Jared's tight ass milk every drop from him. "Holy God," Jensen said, breathless, collapsing on top of Jared.
"Yeah. Worth the wait, I think," Jared said, gasping.
"Mmmm," Jensen agreed, trying to catch his breath.
After a few minutes, Jensen slowly pulled out, and threw the condom in the trash can next to the bed. He knew he should probably take a shower, but he didn't want to get up just yet. Jared, as usual, pulled him into an embrace, sighing pleasantly and kissing Jensen on the top of his head.
As his ability to think came back, Jensen started to wonder how long they'd be able to hide what was going on. He'd never felt this way before, not for someone on the same damn team with him. And he didn't think it was going to get any easier. They'd have to be very, very careful. Mike and Tom seemed to have it figured out, but Jensen didn't think he and Jared were anything like them. Still, as far as he was concerned, Jared was worth it.
He heard Jared's breathing change and knew he'd fallen asleep. He tried putting thoughts of logistics and lies out of his mind. The steadiness of Jared's chest rising and falling so peacefully was hypnotic, and before Jensen knew it, he too was asleep.
Part 4