First help_haiti ficlet
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For enablelove who asked for College AU :-D
It’s been a damn long semester. Between Jared’s 17 hours of coursework and Jensen freaking out over 500-level Calc classes, life hasn’t been pleasant.
Jensen spends a good amount of his time in the library. Jared tries to join him, but it usually plays out the same way:
Jensen studies.
Jared fidgets, hums, mumbles, tries to talk to Jensen.
Jensen huffs, sighs, rolls his eyes, huffs some more, maybe crabs.
Jared whines because they can’t have a decent conversation.
Jensen points out it’s a library and ignores Jared.
*
Jared pops up at Jensen’s on occasion, but it never does them any good in terms of wanting to be alone.
It turns out that Steve and Chris really like Jared. They play Madden for hours on end and mostly laugh at Jensen’s expense until everyone’s tired enough to crash.
And even when Jared and Jensen have a few moments of peace, Chris or Steve find a way to spoil it. Starting a fight, inviting friends over to drink, trying to drag them into even more football games and interrupting any chance for a blow job that Jensen could ever have. It never works out well.
Jared keeps trying though.
*
They have the same friends, which really seemed to be a good thing. They wouldn’t have to get used to other people, and they could all hang in the same group. Unfortunately, this means that whenever Jensen is by Jared’s dorm room, Mike and Tom pop by to talk, recommend a new movie, or prod them into a quick game of basketball.
Jared usually rolls his eyes, but Jensen goes with it. Mike and Tom have been his friends since his first day of college, longer than Jared’s known him. So there’s more history and thought there. They mean nearly as much to him as Jared does, and they both know it, so Jared has a hard time complaining.
*
They finally get a night alone in the dorm room and Jared’s got Jensen’s shirt off and working on his jeans. He’s laid out over him, so grateful for the quiet, for the darkness so they can just be together. They’re kissing maniacally because it really has been so long since they’ve been alone and not drained from classwork that they’re making up for the weeks of missed moments right now.
The tongues are sloppy and noisy as the hands are quick and fumbling. But they’re both excited, with loud voices and laughs as they’re antsy about it all.
“Jared, c’mon, just get it … no, right … yeah.”
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Jared nearly whines into Jensen’s mouth as he moves his hand up and down Jensen’s dick, tugging and twisting imperfectly but it’s all they have. “So hot and so hard, I can’t believe … how fuckin’ long, huh?”
“Too long. Way too long.”
“Kinda like you,” Jared smirks as he purposely tugs hard just once.
Jensen laughs and then moans, enjoying the feeling of finally being touched by a hand not his own. But then he hears it: the jangle, the twist, and he groans, “Oh, fuck,” before he can help it.
Jared’s smiling against his neck, “Yeah, c’mon.”
He pushes Jared’s hand away, then physically shoves him away and tucks himself back in just before the door opens and the room is illuminated.
There’s a second of silence then, “Oh, you’re faggin’ kidding me,” as Chad catches Jensen getting his pants back in order.
Jared kicks at Chad’s knee as he passes through the room. “Thought you were out, asshole.”
Chad spins around and smacks at Jared’s head, instigating a quick round of wrestling as they grapple between the beds and then on the ground. Jensen sighs, stands, and steps right around them. He’s out the door before Jared can say a word. Though he does text you coming back right?
goin’ home to finish myself off no thanks to your roommate
In retaliation, Jared stashes Chad’s mattress in the showers.
*
They finally have a moment. It’s the little diner on the edge of campus that everyone goes to after the bars close or to cure hangovers. But there’s hardly a soul at one o’clock Sunday-night-slash-Monday-morning.
Jensen’s pulling an all-nighter and needs coffee; Jared jumps at any chance to see him.
It’s quiet and easy at the square table. They’re sitting across from the other, feet tangled underneath, and soft, sleepy smiles up top. Jensen’s eyes are shot as he looks over the rim of his mug, but Jared still grins right back while stirring creamer into his own drink. It’s quiet right there, even with some noise across the restaurant, or the waitress stopping by to ask if they want anything else.
Jensen’s amazed that Jared is this silent. That he’s not running off, mouth flapping, and going insane with so much to say. But he’s even more amazed that he’d pulled himself from a night of sleep to be here. It’s been a few months now, and there’s been a lot between them - even with the last few weeks of freezing one another out, both on purpose and not - and Jensen feels it swell in his chest. He wants to say something. He wants to let it out. And his lips part and he licks his mouth just thinking about it.
Jared’s smiling gently and just watching right back. And Jensen knows it’s the perfect time to say it, but Jared’s looking up and shaking his head and chuckling before Jensen can even realize that Tom and Mike and Chad and Misha are pulling tables and chairs over and settling all around them.
Jensen watches it all go down. They’re drunk and happy and laughing over everything. Jared’s not so much joining the conversation, but he’s following and chuckling right along with them over the stories of girls and rejections and crazy antics in the parking lot of the bar a block or so away.
He leaves the table for the bathroom, and there he’s reminded of how quiet and easy it’d been for the last twenty minutes. With Jared his only tablemate and how he was so ready to say what’s been on his mind for the last few weeks, but he hasn’t had a chance to let free.
After washing his hands, he turns to the door and is surprised at Jared pushing his way into the room and locking the door behind him.
“Can we just have a minute? Jesus,” Jared complains, but Jensen knows it’s not at him. It’s just the whole thing, these last few weeks.
Before he can properly answer, Jared engulfs him in a full body hug and presses his face into Jensen’s neck. There’s heavy breathing as Jared obviously smells Jensen’s skin and the edge of his hooded sweatshirt. Jensen takes the moment and his eyes are closed for a fair amount of time until Jared sighs and shifts back against the door without letting go. “You better now?” Jensen asks, amused.
“Ten times better.” Jared pushes his face back into the neck to kiss, and then says, “Damnit, I’ve missed you.”
Jensen opens his eyes and is staring at the graffitied door: Don’t hate me because I banged your mom followed by a different tag of No problem, now we’re even. He takes a quick breath and then mumbles, “Well, this is romantic.”
They break apart and Jared looks over his shoulder with a laugh. “That’s so Chad.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“No, I mean,” and Jared points at the second line of text. “That’s Chad.”
Jensen leans against Jared, chuckling and resting his forehead at Jared’s shoulder. They fall back into a hug even while laughing at the matter. He feels good to just be there with Jared and not thinking about anything important.
“We stay here any longer, they’re gonna think this was more than just a private break.”
“I’m not blowing you in here,” Jensen insists.
Jared chuckles, “I don’t think I want you to. It’s nasty in here.”
Jensen looks around and takes in the grime and littered toilet paper, not to mention the small puddles of water that suggest the toilet might’ve overflowed recently. He turns back to Jared, presses one quick kiss, and nods. “Let’s get outta here.”
They go through the rest of the coffee break with their friends - Chris and Steve and few others join them soon enough. They’re all laughing and downing coffee and eggs and pancakes and it’s actually a really great moment.
Jensen keeps eyeing Jared, taking in how his eyes are suddenly brighter and the smile is broader. That his laugh is bordering on giggles, signaling that he probably needs to go back to bed soon, but it’s obvious he’s not leaving, even when Chad and Tom head out.
Jared shoots him tiny glances with the barest of sweet smiles, and it makes Jensen warm in so many ways. He loves Jared. Right here, like this. But he can’t yell it across the table.
And he can’t say it in the parking lot with everyone around, or on the walk back through campus because they split up so Jensen can get back to studying alone.
When he’s in bed with the sun coming up and knowing that Jared’s already wound himself down, he calls Jared’s cell, sure he won’t pick up, and starts rambling on his message.
“I’ve barely seen you lately, and when I do someone’s always around. And I can’t tell you anything that I want to say …” He doesn’t get to the word, can’t, he just keeps spinning around, and then he’s interrupted even here. When he’s going to let it all out the doorbell sounds and he throws the phone to the bed without a thought of it bouncing to the floor with the battery shooting out and away from the rest of the cell.
As he opens the door, it’s pushed back, and then he’s got Jared all around him.
Jared’s palm is warm and wide at the back of his head as they kiss. It’s not rough, but it’s not tender. There’s something in it and then Jared’s basically just breathing into Jensen’s mouth as theirs chests heave against one another. Finally, there’s a quiet mumble as Jared tries to speak.
“What?” Jensen asks.
Jared pulls back, closes his eyes, and rests his forehead to Jensen’s. “I love you.”
His breath catches and he’s thinking of saying it right back but instead, “You could look at me when you say that,” falls out of his mouth.
Jared laughs. He smiles and kisses him again. “I’ve loved you for a while …”
“Yeah, you’re kinda obvious.”
“But I waited to say it.”
Jensen smiles easily and nods. “Yeah, me, too.”
“How long?”
“Since the bathroom.”
Jared pushes him, but not too far away. “You’re such a jerk.”
He laughs at Jared and tugs him into the house. “Stay?” Without answer, Jared follows and falls into bed. Wound around each other and seconds from sleeping, Jensen whispers against his cheek, “Love you.”
Jared slips closer and hums right back.
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For enablelove who asked for College AU :-D
It’s been a damn long semester. Between Jared’s 17 hours of coursework and Jensen freaking out over 500-level Calc classes, life hasn’t been pleasant.
Jensen spends a good amount of his time in the library. Jared tries to join him, but it usually plays out the same way:
Jensen studies.
Jared fidgets, hums, mumbles, tries to talk to Jensen.
Jensen huffs, sighs, rolls his eyes, huffs some more, maybe crabs.
Jared whines because they can’t have a decent conversation.
Jensen points out it’s a library and ignores Jared.
*
Jared pops up at Jensen’s on occasion, but it never does them any good in terms of wanting to be alone.
It turns out that Steve and Chris really like Jared. They play Madden for hours on end and mostly laugh at Jensen’s expense until everyone’s tired enough to crash.
And even when Jared and Jensen have a few moments of peace, Chris or Steve find a way to spoil it. Starting a fight, inviting friends over to drink, trying to drag them into even more football games and interrupting any chance for a blow job that Jensen could ever have. It never works out well.
Jared keeps trying though.
*
They have the same friends, which really seemed to be a good thing. They wouldn’t have to get used to other people, and they could all hang in the same group. Unfortunately, this means that whenever Jensen is by Jared’s dorm room, Mike and Tom pop by to talk, recommend a new movie, or prod them into a quick game of basketball.
Jared usually rolls his eyes, but Jensen goes with it. Mike and Tom have been his friends since his first day of college, longer than Jared’s known him. So there’s more history and thought there. They mean nearly as much to him as Jared does, and they both know it, so Jared has a hard time complaining.
*
They finally get a night alone in the dorm room and Jared’s got Jensen’s shirt off and working on his jeans. He’s laid out over him, so grateful for the quiet, for the darkness so they can just be together. They’re kissing maniacally because it really has been so long since they’ve been alone and not drained from classwork that they’re making up for the weeks of missed moments right now.
The tongues are sloppy and noisy as the hands are quick and fumbling. But they’re both excited, with loud voices and laughs as they’re antsy about it all.
“Jared, c’mon, just get it … no, right … yeah.”
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Jared nearly whines into Jensen’s mouth as he moves his hand up and down Jensen’s dick, tugging and twisting imperfectly but it’s all they have. “So hot and so hard, I can’t believe … how fuckin’ long, huh?”
“Too long. Way too long.”
“Kinda like you,” Jared smirks as he purposely tugs hard just once.
Jensen laughs and then moans, enjoying the feeling of finally being touched by a hand not his own. But then he hears it: the jangle, the twist, and he groans, “Oh, fuck,” before he can help it.
Jared’s smiling against his neck, “Yeah, c’mon.”
He pushes Jared’s hand away, then physically shoves him away and tucks himself back in just before the door opens and the room is illuminated.
There’s a second of silence then, “Oh, you’re faggin’ kidding me,” as Chad catches Jensen getting his pants back in order.
Jared kicks at Chad’s knee as he passes through the room. “Thought you were out, asshole.”
Chad spins around and smacks at Jared’s head, instigating a quick round of wrestling as they grapple between the beds and then on the ground. Jensen sighs, stands, and steps right around them. He’s out the door before Jared can say a word. Though he does text you coming back right?
goin’ home to finish myself off no thanks to your roommate
In retaliation, Jared stashes Chad’s mattress in the showers.
*
They finally have a moment. It’s the little diner on the edge of campus that everyone goes to after the bars close or to cure hangovers. But there’s hardly a soul at one o’clock Sunday-night-slash-Monday-morning.
Jensen’s pulling an all-nighter and needs coffee; Jared jumps at any chance to see him.
It’s quiet and easy at the square table. They’re sitting across from the other, feet tangled underneath, and soft, sleepy smiles up top. Jensen’s eyes are shot as he looks over the rim of his mug, but Jared still grins right back while stirring creamer into his own drink. It’s quiet right there, even with some noise across the restaurant, or the waitress stopping by to ask if they want anything else.
Jensen’s amazed that Jared is this silent. That he’s not running off, mouth flapping, and going insane with so much to say. But he’s even more amazed that he’d pulled himself from a night of sleep to be here. It’s been a few months now, and there’s been a lot between them - even with the last few weeks of freezing one another out, both on purpose and not - and Jensen feels it swell in his chest. He wants to say something. He wants to let it out. And his lips part and he licks his mouth just thinking about it.
Jared’s smiling gently and just watching right back. And Jensen knows it’s the perfect time to say it, but Jared’s looking up and shaking his head and chuckling before Jensen can even realize that Tom and Mike and Chad and Misha are pulling tables and chairs over and settling all around them.
Jensen watches it all go down. They’re drunk and happy and laughing over everything. Jared’s not so much joining the conversation, but he’s following and chuckling right along with them over the stories of girls and rejections and crazy antics in the parking lot of the bar a block or so away.
He leaves the table for the bathroom, and there he’s reminded of how quiet and easy it’d been for the last twenty minutes. With Jared his only tablemate and how he was so ready to say what’s been on his mind for the last few weeks, but he hasn’t had a chance to let free.
After washing his hands, he turns to the door and is surprised at Jared pushing his way into the room and locking the door behind him.
“Can we just have a minute? Jesus,” Jared complains, but Jensen knows it’s not at him. It’s just the whole thing, these last few weeks.
Before he can properly answer, Jared engulfs him in a full body hug and presses his face into Jensen’s neck. There’s heavy breathing as Jared obviously smells Jensen’s skin and the edge of his hooded sweatshirt. Jensen takes the moment and his eyes are closed for a fair amount of time until Jared sighs and shifts back against the door without letting go. “You better now?” Jensen asks, amused.
“Ten times better.” Jared pushes his face back into the neck to kiss, and then says, “Damnit, I’ve missed you.”
Jensen opens his eyes and is staring at the graffitied door: Don’t hate me because I banged your mom followed by a different tag of No problem, now we’re even. He takes a quick breath and then mumbles, “Well, this is romantic.”
They break apart and Jared looks over his shoulder with a laugh. “That’s so Chad.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“No, I mean,” and Jared points at the second line of text. “That’s Chad.”
Jensen leans against Jared, chuckling and resting his forehead at Jared’s shoulder. They fall back into a hug even while laughing at the matter. He feels good to just be there with Jared and not thinking about anything important.
“We stay here any longer, they’re gonna think this was more than just a private break.”
“I’m not blowing you in here,” Jensen insists.
Jared chuckles, “I don’t think I want you to. It’s nasty in here.”
Jensen looks around and takes in the grime and littered toilet paper, not to mention the small puddles of water that suggest the toilet might’ve overflowed recently. He turns back to Jared, presses one quick kiss, and nods. “Let’s get outta here.”
They go through the rest of the coffee break with their friends - Chris and Steve and few others join them soon enough. They’re all laughing and downing coffee and eggs and pancakes and it’s actually a really great moment.
Jensen keeps eyeing Jared, taking in how his eyes are suddenly brighter and the smile is broader. That his laugh is bordering on giggles, signaling that he probably needs to go back to bed soon, but it’s obvious he’s not leaving, even when Chad and Tom head out.
Jared shoots him tiny glances with the barest of sweet smiles, and it makes Jensen warm in so many ways. He loves Jared. Right here, like this. But he can’t yell it across the table.
And he can’t say it in the parking lot with everyone around, or on the walk back through campus because they split up so Jensen can get back to studying alone.
When he’s in bed with the sun coming up and knowing that Jared’s already wound himself down, he calls Jared’s cell, sure he won’t pick up, and starts rambling on his message.
“I’ve barely seen you lately, and when I do someone’s always around. And I can’t tell you anything that I want to say …” He doesn’t get to the word, can’t, he just keeps spinning around, and then he’s interrupted even here. When he’s going to let it all out the doorbell sounds and he throws the phone to the bed without a thought of it bouncing to the floor with the battery shooting out and away from the rest of the cell.
As he opens the door, it’s pushed back, and then he’s got Jared all around him.
Jared’s palm is warm and wide at the back of his head as they kiss. It’s not rough, but it’s not tender. There’s something in it and then Jared’s basically just breathing into Jensen’s mouth as theirs chests heave against one another. Finally, there’s a quiet mumble as Jared tries to speak.
“What?” Jensen asks.
Jared pulls back, closes his eyes, and rests his forehead to Jensen’s. “I love you.”
His breath catches and he’s thinking of saying it right back but instead, “You could look at me when you say that,” falls out of his mouth.
Jared laughs. He smiles and kisses him again. “I’ve loved you for a while …”
“Yeah, you’re kinda obvious.”
“But I waited to say it.”
Jensen smiles easily and nods. “Yeah, me, too.”
“How long?”
“Since the bathroom.”
Jared pushes him, but not too far away. “You’re such a jerk.”
He laughs at Jared and tugs him into the house. “Stay?” Without answer, Jared follows and falls into bed. Wound around each other and seconds from sleeping, Jensen whispers against his cheek, “Love you.”
Jared slips closer and hums right back.