Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): J2 Frat Boys | NC-17 | 2370 words
Title: J2 Frat Boys
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU.
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 Frat Boys: Jared and Jensen are both fraternity brothers. When they get elected to stay home from a party to clean the frat house, soapy first time sexing ensues...
Word Count: 2370
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
“I can’t believe you had to open your big mouth,” Jensen growled from the corner.
Jared quietly sighed. Was Jensen ever going to shut up about this? Because Jensen was seriously hot and all but there was only so much that Jared was willingly to put up even from someone as smoking as Jensen. And Jared's patience was stretched pretty damn thin today because there was nothing good about being stuck having to clean the entire frat house that apparently pledged nothing but slobs. “I didn’t mean to!” he whined again, plaintively, throwing in the puppy dog eyes for good measure. Always use the puppy dog eyes-they let Jared get away with murder. Jared made sure that he used them every chance that he got. Not even Jensen, the anti-social bastard was immune to them.
Unfortunately, they were completely wasted because Jensen had his back to Jared. Most likely deliberately. Damn it. Jensen was working hard on his corner of the tiled bathroom floor of the frat house, on his knees and scrubbing just like they’d been ordered and he was decidedly not looking at Jared. “No, it just popped out.” Jensen snarled, dumping his scrub brush into the soap bucket that they were sharing before resuming scrubbing like he was possibly going to scrub his way out of the mess that Jared’s too quick mouth had gotten them into. “We could have been over on Parkwood with the guys but no-”
“Damn it, Jensen!” Jared snapped, throwing his own brush onto the floor and stopping Jensen in mid-rant, making him focus his big green eyes on Jared. Well fucking finally. It really wasn’t Jared’s fault that they were here and not over at the happening party on Parkwood with the Beta Theta Omega sorority girls who were probably just fucking smashed right now. As much as Jensen wanted to blame him, Jared knew that they’d been screwed right from the get-go. As two of the newest members of the fraternity, having just joined last week, it wasn’t like they’d get to enjoy the party anyway. It was why he picked cleaning the house instead of, say, unknowingly volunteering for the stupid panty-raid he’d heard the upperclassmen whispering about forcing the new pledges to go out on tonight. And that was what they got for joining one of the most notorious but well-connected frat houses on campus.
None of that knowledge, however, nor how many times that Jared explained it, was going to stop Jensen from bitching. For a fucking physical therapy major, Jensen sure pulled a lot of psychology crap. “I’ve already said that I was sorry, what do you want?”
Jensen sniff, licked his too pretty lips and glanced away. “I wanted to go to Parkwood.”
Oh, that was it-the straw that broke the camel’s back. Jared was done. Just done. He slid closer to Jensen on his knees. “You know what, Jen?” he said softly, his hands landing on the full soap bucket. “Fuck. You.” With that, he grabbed the bucket and chucked the contents at Jensen.
“Y-y-y-you…” Jensen stuttered, staring down in amazement at his now wet shirt. Jared had to admit, it wasn’t that bad of a sight. Jensen might have had an overly snarky mouth at times but it was such a pretty mouth and he had a body to match. And with his thin white shirt now completely soaked, there wasn’t much that Jared had to leave to imagination and damn. Not even the way that Jensen was glaring at him could make him regret it. Even Jensen’s shorts were soaked through, the denim hugging every curve and hard line. Jared swallowed and tried not to make it obvious that he was staring at Jensen’s crotch.
Jared wasn’t exactly hiding his sexuality from his frat brothers and, in fact, he could actually appreciate a good pair of breasts. So, he got along well the guys and was good at pretending that he was a little more straight than what he was. It didn’t mean, however, that he particularly got a kick out of a pair of women’s panties. Unless, of course, they were covering a guy’s dick but Jared tended to keep that little kink to himself. Just like he kept everything else about his sexuality to himself. It wasn’t anybody’s business but his.
Still. That wasn’t going to stop him from ogling Jensen fucking Ackles when he got the chance. Because Jared had been pining after him since he’d first met the guy, when he’d accidentally ran over him at the coffee shop, never dreaming that they attended the same college. He’d just thought that Jensen was an insanely cute townie and he was pretty sure that Jensen had thought the same except probably minus the cute part. And now here they were, pledged to the same frat house and even sharing a bedroom. Life was kind of funny sometimes.
“You fucking bitch,” Jensen snarled, apparently finally finding his tongue. It was all the warning Jared got before Jensen tackled him with a surprising amount of force, sending him sprawling on to the floor and into the damp, soapy areas that Jared had been scrubbing at. Okay. So maybe they’d been using a little too much soap but, in their defense, the house was filthy. Jared figured that they could do worse things that use too many chemicals to try and get it clean again. Like just leaving it for instance. At this point, it was probably becoming a bio-hazard.
He’d think on it some more but he was too busy getting his head ground into the floor by an angry, dripping Jensen. Self-preservation kicking it, Jared wrapped his legs around Jensen as he pushed at Jensen’s shoulder, looking for a weak point. Somehow, he wasn’t quite sure, Jared managed to overbalance Jensen, sending them rolling across the floor.
They flipped a couple of times, skating through the soap and the water, as every time one thought he had the upper hand, the other would prove him wrong. The abundance of soap didn’t help matters, making their skin slick to the touch and their grips slip constantly. Finally, they rolled against the counter and Jared managed to pin Jensen down, holding him against the floor. “Punk!” Jensen growled, shoving at Jared.
“Bitch,” Jared shot back, panting. Jensen was heaving underneath him, too, and Jared had to admit, it really wasn’t great for his concentration. Jensen gasping for air made him think about…other things. Totally wasn’t his fault. It was those damn lips, he swore. Unfortunately, Jensen knew a weakness when he saw one and took advantage of Jared’s distracting to put a knee in his gut, kicking him off. Jared rolled onto his back, clutching his stomach. “Fucker!” he swore.
“That’ll teach ya,” Jensen said, climbing up on top. He straddled Jared easily, pinning him down and Jared surrendered instantly because he’d thought that the other position had been bad. This one, with Jensen all but riding him, made him light-headed and Jensen was about three seconds and a few inches away from finding out Jared’s not-secret.
“I give!” Jared said, hurriedly, trying to will his boner back down. “I give, I give, I so give!”
Instead of sliding off of him like he was supposed to, or even gloating a little and then sliding off, Jensen just quirked an eyebrow at him. And slid backward. Then both of his eyebrows were raising and Jared braced himself for a punch. This was going to suck.
The hit never came, though. Instead, there was just a low whistle that made Jared flinch nonetheless. “Padalecki,” Jensen said, stretching out the name as far as he could. His face was blank except for the still raised eyebrows. “Got something you’d like to share with the class?” He wiggled his ass against Jared and Jared hissed.
“Yeah. You’re a bastard!” He couldn’t believe that Jensen was going to fucking taunt him about this instead of just being a normal human being and getting up off of him so they could both pretend that it had never happened. So much for Jared’s daytime fantasies of Jensen because he was pretty sure that this moment was going to ruin all of them. Well. Except for the fact that Jensen was still rubbing against him.
Jensen, though, sucked in a quick breath, his eyes closing for a heartbeat before opening again. “Are you?” he demanded and Jared was just fucking lost. Was he what? “Are you!”
“I don’t know!” he shouted back because he didn’t have a fucking clue what Jensen was asking him. Apparently, though, it had been important and Jared had given a pretty damn good answer because Jensen was suddenly collapsed on top of him and his lips were glued to Jared’s.
Jared’s brain came to a screeching halt, his body freezing as Jensen kissed him and for a few moments he couldn’t even hope to respond because he was trying to comprehend what was going on. Then his instincts caught up with him and pointed out ‘hot guy’ ‘kissing’ and ‘Jensen’ and Jared started kissing back.
Jared yanked his hands out of Jensen’s grip, the soap working in his favor again, and he grabbed a hold of Jensen’s face as if Jensen were planning on going anywhere. Sitting up, he rolled them, so that Jensen landed on his back and Jared was pinning him down but, unlike last time, Jensen didn’t seem to mind. “Goddamn…” Jensen whispered and Jared took advantage of Jensen having his mouth open to slip his tongue inside. Jensen moaned, bucking his hips up against Jared and Jared shuddered because Jensen was hard. He was so damn hard.
With a groan, Jared rubbed himself up against Jensen, his cock sliding next to Jensen’s and his hands palming Jensen’s chest, feeling his nipples through the wet shirt. If this was going where he hoped it was going, there needed to be a whole lot fewer clothes involved. Jared decided to throw caution to the wind and sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head and chucking it into a corner while Jensen viewed him with heat in his darkening eyes. Jensen bit his lip, making Jared throb because fuck that was a pretty mouth, and sat up to pull his shirt off as well. “I can’t believe this is happening…” Jared muttered before throwing himself back on top of Jensen. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Who was he to question it if God sent a miracle his way?
A miracle that just happened to be all hard muscle, soft skin, and winding, welcoming arms. Oh fuck yeah. Jared twisted in Jensen’s hold, turning enough to get his mouth onto Jensen’s neck and to lick at his skin. Jensen shivered, his grip tightening as he moaned softly.
Jared found himself rolled again, landing in the slick, wet soap with Jensen settling on top of him. He couldn’t complain, though, because Jensen’s clever, clever hands were unsnapping the buttons on both of their shorts and then they were delving into Jared’s touching him. Jared arched as a jolt of pleasure raced up his spine, feeling like he’d just gotten struck by lightning. “Yeah,” Jensen murmured and Jared wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. Jared slid his hand down Jensen’s slick back and beneath his loosen waistband to grab his ass. He squeezed gently, spreading him apart as Jensen moaned and rocked forward.
Jared stared up at Jensen, wondering what he’d done in a past life to deserve this, and dared to slip his fingers even lower to press against the puckered skin of his entrance. Jensen pushed back invitingly, his lower lip dropping and his tongue flicking over it. Jared wasn’t about to say no. He pushed his index finger just barely inside and Jensen thrust against him, fucking himself on Jared’s finger and God, Jared was about to come.
When he applied to the University of Austin, he’d never dreamed in a million years that something like this would happen. National Lampoon and all its imitators could eat their damn hearts out.
Jensen was gasping on top of him, his eyes fixed on Jared and turning cloudy. With a sharp stab of lust, Jared realized that Jensen was starting to come, his hand working hard on his dick, stroking it hard and fast as Jensen twisted on Jared’s hand. He splattered onto Jared’s chest and Jared shamelessly grabbed himself, delving underneath the hand that Jensen had on his underwear and jerking himself off as well.
Jared bit his lip to stop from screaming as he came, closing his eyes for a few seconds as pleasure racked his body, Jensen’s solid body on top of him being the only thing keeping him grounded instead of flying off to the moon.
As he came down, breathless and exhausted, he realized that Jensen was still staring down at him. God but the man was gorgeous. Jared couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and touching Jensen’s face just to make sure that he was real. He felt along Jensen’s flushed cheek before delving into his short-cropped hair. It was like he was touching Apollo. Or maybe that Greek mythology class that Jared was taking this semester was starting to get to him.
“That was…” Jensen rasped. He swallowed and tried again. “That was pretty good, Padalecki. Didn’t know that you had it in you…”
Jared rolled his eyes. Bastard. He rubbed his thumb fondly against Jensen’s temple, noting how Jensen leaned into the touch. “You know, I think it’s time you started calling me Jared,” he said. It would only be polite-having just jerked off on each other and all.
Jensen huffed a laugh. “Jared.” His eyes slide over to the shower before flicking back to Jared. “So…” he said. “We should…probably get this soap off.” He pressed down against Jared’s spent dick which-thank God for being at his prime-was starting to twitch again.
“Sounds, uh, sounds good,” Jared replied. The guys wouldn’t be back until morning. That gave them plenty of time to clean. Later. Much much later.
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU.
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 Frat Boys: Jared and Jensen are both fraternity brothers. When they get elected to stay home from a party to clean the frat house, soapy first time sexing ensues...
Word Count: 2370
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
“I can’t believe you had to open your big mouth,” Jensen growled from the corner.
Jared quietly sighed. Was Jensen ever going to shut up about this? Because Jensen was seriously hot and all but there was only so much that Jared was willingly to put up even from someone as smoking as Jensen. And Jared's patience was stretched pretty damn thin today because there was nothing good about being stuck having to clean the entire frat house that apparently pledged nothing but slobs. “I didn’t mean to!” he whined again, plaintively, throwing in the puppy dog eyes for good measure. Always use the puppy dog eyes-they let Jared get away with murder. Jared made sure that he used them every chance that he got. Not even Jensen, the anti-social bastard was immune to them.
Unfortunately, they were completely wasted because Jensen had his back to Jared. Most likely deliberately. Damn it. Jensen was working hard on his corner of the tiled bathroom floor of the frat house, on his knees and scrubbing just like they’d been ordered and he was decidedly not looking at Jared. “No, it just popped out.” Jensen snarled, dumping his scrub brush into the soap bucket that they were sharing before resuming scrubbing like he was possibly going to scrub his way out of the mess that Jared’s too quick mouth had gotten them into. “We could have been over on Parkwood with the guys but no-”
“Damn it, Jensen!” Jared snapped, throwing his own brush onto the floor and stopping Jensen in mid-rant, making him focus his big green eyes on Jared. Well fucking finally. It really wasn’t Jared’s fault that they were here and not over at the happening party on Parkwood with the Beta Theta Omega sorority girls who were probably just fucking smashed right now. As much as Jensen wanted to blame him, Jared knew that they’d been screwed right from the get-go. As two of the newest members of the fraternity, having just joined last week, it wasn’t like they’d get to enjoy the party anyway. It was why he picked cleaning the house instead of, say, unknowingly volunteering for the stupid panty-raid he’d heard the upperclassmen whispering about forcing the new pledges to go out on tonight. And that was what they got for joining one of the most notorious but well-connected frat houses on campus.
None of that knowledge, however, nor how many times that Jared explained it, was going to stop Jensen from bitching. For a fucking physical therapy major, Jensen sure pulled a lot of psychology crap. “I’ve already said that I was sorry, what do you want?”
Jensen sniff, licked his too pretty lips and glanced away. “I wanted to go to Parkwood.”
Oh, that was it-the straw that broke the camel’s back. Jared was done. Just done. He slid closer to Jensen on his knees. “You know what, Jen?” he said softly, his hands landing on the full soap bucket. “Fuck. You.” With that, he grabbed the bucket and chucked the contents at Jensen.
“Y-y-y-you…” Jensen stuttered, staring down in amazement at his now wet shirt. Jared had to admit, it wasn’t that bad of a sight. Jensen might have had an overly snarky mouth at times but it was such a pretty mouth and he had a body to match. And with his thin white shirt now completely soaked, there wasn’t much that Jared had to leave to imagination and damn. Not even the way that Jensen was glaring at him could make him regret it. Even Jensen’s shorts were soaked through, the denim hugging every curve and hard line. Jared swallowed and tried not to make it obvious that he was staring at Jensen’s crotch.
Jared wasn’t exactly hiding his sexuality from his frat brothers and, in fact, he could actually appreciate a good pair of breasts. So, he got along well the guys and was good at pretending that he was a little more straight than what he was. It didn’t mean, however, that he particularly got a kick out of a pair of women’s panties. Unless, of course, they were covering a guy’s dick but Jared tended to keep that little kink to himself. Just like he kept everything else about his sexuality to himself. It wasn’t anybody’s business but his.
Still. That wasn’t going to stop him from ogling Jensen fucking Ackles when he got the chance. Because Jared had been pining after him since he’d first met the guy, when he’d accidentally ran over him at the coffee shop, never dreaming that they attended the same college. He’d just thought that Jensen was an insanely cute townie and he was pretty sure that Jensen had thought the same except probably minus the cute part. And now here they were, pledged to the same frat house and even sharing a bedroom. Life was kind of funny sometimes.
“You fucking bitch,” Jensen snarled, apparently finally finding his tongue. It was all the warning Jared got before Jensen tackled him with a surprising amount of force, sending him sprawling on to the floor and into the damp, soapy areas that Jared had been scrubbing at. Okay. So maybe they’d been using a little too much soap but, in their defense, the house was filthy. Jared figured that they could do worse things that use too many chemicals to try and get it clean again. Like just leaving it for instance. At this point, it was probably becoming a bio-hazard.
He’d think on it some more but he was too busy getting his head ground into the floor by an angry, dripping Jensen. Self-preservation kicking it, Jared wrapped his legs around Jensen as he pushed at Jensen’s shoulder, looking for a weak point. Somehow, he wasn’t quite sure, Jared managed to overbalance Jensen, sending them rolling across the floor.
They flipped a couple of times, skating through the soap and the water, as every time one thought he had the upper hand, the other would prove him wrong. The abundance of soap didn’t help matters, making their skin slick to the touch and their grips slip constantly. Finally, they rolled against the counter and Jared managed to pin Jensen down, holding him against the floor. “Punk!” Jensen growled, shoving at Jared.
“Bitch,” Jared shot back, panting. Jensen was heaving underneath him, too, and Jared had to admit, it really wasn’t great for his concentration. Jensen gasping for air made him think about…other things. Totally wasn’t his fault. It was those damn lips, he swore. Unfortunately, Jensen knew a weakness when he saw one and took advantage of Jared’s distracting to put a knee in his gut, kicking him off. Jared rolled onto his back, clutching his stomach. “Fucker!” he swore.
“That’ll teach ya,” Jensen said, climbing up on top. He straddled Jared easily, pinning him down and Jared surrendered instantly because he’d thought that the other position had been bad. This one, with Jensen all but riding him, made him light-headed and Jensen was about three seconds and a few inches away from finding out Jared’s not-secret.
“I give!” Jared said, hurriedly, trying to will his boner back down. “I give, I give, I so give!”
Instead of sliding off of him like he was supposed to, or even gloating a little and then sliding off, Jensen just quirked an eyebrow at him. And slid backward. Then both of his eyebrows were raising and Jared braced himself for a punch. This was going to suck.
The hit never came, though. Instead, there was just a low whistle that made Jared flinch nonetheless. “Padalecki,” Jensen said, stretching out the name as far as he could. His face was blank except for the still raised eyebrows. “Got something you’d like to share with the class?” He wiggled his ass against Jared and Jared hissed.
“Yeah. You’re a bastard!” He couldn’t believe that Jensen was going to fucking taunt him about this instead of just being a normal human being and getting up off of him so they could both pretend that it had never happened. So much for Jared’s daytime fantasies of Jensen because he was pretty sure that this moment was going to ruin all of them. Well. Except for the fact that Jensen was still rubbing against him.
Jensen, though, sucked in a quick breath, his eyes closing for a heartbeat before opening again. “Are you?” he demanded and Jared was just fucking lost. Was he what? “Are you!”
“I don’t know!” he shouted back because he didn’t have a fucking clue what Jensen was asking him. Apparently, though, it had been important and Jared had given a pretty damn good answer because Jensen was suddenly collapsed on top of him and his lips were glued to Jared’s.
Jared’s brain came to a screeching halt, his body freezing as Jensen kissed him and for a few moments he couldn’t even hope to respond because he was trying to comprehend what was going on. Then his instincts caught up with him and pointed out ‘hot guy’ ‘kissing’ and ‘Jensen’ and Jared started kissing back.
Jared yanked his hands out of Jensen’s grip, the soap working in his favor again, and he grabbed a hold of Jensen’s face as if Jensen were planning on going anywhere. Sitting up, he rolled them, so that Jensen landed on his back and Jared was pinning him down but, unlike last time, Jensen didn’t seem to mind. “Goddamn…” Jensen whispered and Jared took advantage of Jensen having his mouth open to slip his tongue inside. Jensen moaned, bucking his hips up against Jared and Jared shuddered because Jensen was hard. He was so damn hard.
With a groan, Jared rubbed himself up against Jensen, his cock sliding next to Jensen’s and his hands palming Jensen’s chest, feeling his nipples through the wet shirt. If this was going where he hoped it was going, there needed to be a whole lot fewer clothes involved. Jared decided to throw caution to the wind and sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head and chucking it into a corner while Jensen viewed him with heat in his darkening eyes. Jensen bit his lip, making Jared throb because fuck that was a pretty mouth, and sat up to pull his shirt off as well. “I can’t believe this is happening…” Jared muttered before throwing himself back on top of Jensen. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Who was he to question it if God sent a miracle his way?
A miracle that just happened to be all hard muscle, soft skin, and winding, welcoming arms. Oh fuck yeah. Jared twisted in Jensen’s hold, turning enough to get his mouth onto Jensen’s neck and to lick at his skin. Jensen shivered, his grip tightening as he moaned softly.
Jared found himself rolled again, landing in the slick, wet soap with Jensen settling on top of him. He couldn’t complain, though, because Jensen’s clever, clever hands were unsnapping the buttons on both of their shorts and then they were delving into Jared’s touching him. Jared arched as a jolt of pleasure raced up his spine, feeling like he’d just gotten struck by lightning. “Yeah,” Jensen murmured and Jared wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. Jared slid his hand down Jensen’s slick back and beneath his loosen waistband to grab his ass. He squeezed gently, spreading him apart as Jensen moaned and rocked forward.
Jared stared up at Jensen, wondering what he’d done in a past life to deserve this, and dared to slip his fingers even lower to press against the puckered skin of his entrance. Jensen pushed back invitingly, his lower lip dropping and his tongue flicking over it. Jared wasn’t about to say no. He pushed his index finger just barely inside and Jensen thrust against him, fucking himself on Jared’s finger and God, Jared was about to come.
When he applied to the University of Austin, he’d never dreamed in a million years that something like this would happen. National Lampoon and all its imitators could eat their damn hearts out.
Jensen was gasping on top of him, his eyes fixed on Jared and turning cloudy. With a sharp stab of lust, Jared realized that Jensen was starting to come, his hand working hard on his dick, stroking it hard and fast as Jensen twisted on Jared’s hand. He splattered onto Jared’s chest and Jared shamelessly grabbed himself, delving underneath the hand that Jensen had on his underwear and jerking himself off as well.
Jared bit his lip to stop from screaming as he came, closing his eyes for a few seconds as pleasure racked his body, Jensen’s solid body on top of him being the only thing keeping him grounded instead of flying off to the moon.
As he came down, breathless and exhausted, he realized that Jensen was still staring down at him. God but the man was gorgeous. Jared couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and touching Jensen’s face just to make sure that he was real. He felt along Jensen’s flushed cheek before delving into his short-cropped hair. It was like he was touching Apollo. Or maybe that Greek mythology class that Jared was taking this semester was starting to get to him.
“That was…” Jensen rasped. He swallowed and tried again. “That was pretty good, Padalecki. Didn’t know that you had it in you…”
Jared rolled his eyes. Bastard. He rubbed his thumb fondly against Jensen’s temple, noting how Jensen leaned into the touch. “You know, I think it’s time you started calling me Jared,” he said. It would only be polite-having just jerked off on each other and all.
Jensen huffed a laugh. “Jared.” His eyes slide over to the shower before flicking back to Jared. “So…” he said. “We should…probably get this soap off.” He pressed down against Jared’s spent dick which-thank God for being at his prime-was starting to twitch again.
“Sounds, uh, sounds good,” Jared replied. The guys wouldn’t be back until morning. That gave them plenty of time to clean. Later. Much much later.