SPN: Happy Valentines To Me
Title: Happy Valentine's To Me
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, Misha Collins, Christian Kane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,056
Kinks/Warnings: Masturbation, exhibitionism
Summary: Um... Jared jerks off outside Jensen's college dorm room. Done because spiders_stars wanted it.
Later, Jared would blame Misha. Or Chris. Or beer. Probably a mixture of all three. But for now, he was slumped on the floor outside of his best friend's dorm room at two in the morning, depressed.
The plan had been to knock on Jensen's door and kiss him as soon as the door opened, but somehow he'd failed to take into account the fact that Jensen had a girlfriend. One who had dragged Jensen out to a fancy restaurant for Valentine's day. There had been no answer, and Jensen probably wouldn't be back in his room until later that day, leaving Jared tipsy and mournful. He was never going to get to tell Jensen how he really felt.
They'd been best friends ever since they both wound up in the same summer theatre course just before Jensen's first year of college, playing brothers in the end-of-course play. Something had just clicked, and they'd been close ever since. When Jared had started at the same college, he'd instantly been accepted into Jensen's circle of friends, with people commenting on how they still acted like brothers.
Jared wasn't sure exactly when his crush had started - maybe it had always been there - but he'd become aware of it a few weeks before the Christmas break, when he'd seen Jensen checking out Misha's arse. Misha had been pulling some crazy stunt and was happily flirting with anyone, but something about him had caught Jensen's eye and made Jared irrationally jealous. Jensen had been oblivious, while Misha had known instantly.
Hence Misha and Chris had taken him out drinking tonight. He'd thought it had been to comfort or distract him. Now he knew that the bastards had just been trying to get him tipsy enough to make a fool of himself. He was never speaking to either of them again.
When he shifted against the door, Jared felt something in his pocket. Fishing it out, he recognised his phone and blinked at it. Since when did he keep it in that pocket? With nothing better to do, he tried to play a game on it, but the buttons were too confusing. Which was odd, he didn't think he was that drunk. Maybe it was just his vision that was drunk. Yeah.
After a few minutes, the phone beeped at him and he quickly poked it to make it be quiet. He managed to focus long enough to realise that Chris had sent him a message with an attachment, and opened it up.
'Hey man, found this on my phone. Snapped it of Jen a few weeks ago. Thought you might like.'
Jared's breath caught in his throat when he saw the picture. It wasn't great quality, and the angle was weird, but it was Jensen. Naked. Touching himself in the shower.
In record time, Jared realised he was rather hard inside his jeans. Looking around, he realised just how early in the morning it was, and that there was absolutely no one around. So, beer helping his decision, Jared undid his jeans and squirmed a little until he was holding his erection, right there in the hallway.
As he stroked himself, he made himself focus on the picture of Jensen, all toned muscles and smooth lines. Jensen was so much more graceful than Jared, who was still trying to get used to how tall and lanky he was. In the picture Jared could see Jensen's glorious arse, and the tip of his cock where it peeked out from Jensen's fist. For it to be seen from that angle, it had to be at least a little larger than average, and Jared wanted it. He'd never really considered himself gay before, but he knew that he had definite feelings for Jensen. Granted most of them were of the 'I really want to screw you' variety, but still, their friendship had to count for something, right?
“Jen,” Jared whispered as his hand stroked along his cock. He imagined what it would be like to stroke Jensen, to have his hand wrapped around his best friend's dick, and couldn't stop the brief pulse of his hips. Not that he really wanted to, he was just aware enough to know that he should really make this quick. He ran his thumb over the head of his cock on the next upstroke and tried to picture Jensen kneeling in front of him, stroking him - maybe even sucking him.
The picture on his phone faded as his phone went to sleep, and Jared closed his eyes. He pictured himself in the shower with Jensen, kissing each other, hands roaming and stroking, and felt himself getting closer. His hand sped up as his hips thrust as well, dropping the phone so that his other hand could reach down and fondle his balls.
“Jen,” he groaned out, mind's eye picturing his friend pressed up against the wall ready to be fucked. “Please, Jen...”
“Jared?”
Jared's eyes flew open as the rest of his body froze. Standing in front of him was Jensen, as though summoned by his thoughts, and Jared felt his mouth suddenly dry out as he realised what was happening. Jensen had just caught him jerking off outside his door.
Before he could say anything though, Jensen knelt between Jared's spread legs and leaned forwards, sucking Jared's cock into his mouth. Jared let out a whimper as Jensen took over, and with just a few well-placed licks and a hard suck, Jared came in Jensen's mouth.
“Fuck,” Jared let out a strangled groan, trying to put together what had just happened. Jensen swallowed everything he had, then pulled back with a flirtatious smirk.
“Happy Valentine's to me,” Jensen whispered before standing and tugging Jared to his feet. He kept hold of Jared's hand as he opened the door and tugged him inside.
Jared wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but it seemed to be going somewhere good. So he pulled Jensen flush against him and kissed him, getting an eager response. That was all he needed to know that things would be okay.
Later, Jared would thank Misha. And Chris. And the beer. But for now, he was tumbling into his best friend's bed, landing kisses anywhere he could, and was too preoccupied to think beyond that.
Part 2