College AU | Part Tw0
“So you’re saying there’s a chance!” Jared crows the second he’s back in the dorm.
Chad doesn’t look away from his laptop, typing away for a paper. “For you to stop being so gay?”
Jared laughs, “Fuck you.”
“Fucking me ain’t gonna help that campaign.”
He tosses his overnight bag on his bed and sits beside it, propping his feet up on Chad’s bed. “Jensen. He doesn’t hate me.”
“Was he supposed to?”
There’s a pause for thought and Jared realizes that there was no reason to. Well, except for the whole basketball debacle and maybe to think Jared was utterly lame to offer a house party and have nothing but shitty Labatt’s beer that his brother left in the fridge and day-old pizza. “He left a note.”
Chad nearly sounds interested when he asks, “Was there an envelope full of money?”
“No, fucker. I’m not a whore.”
“Who’re you not a whore for?” Mike asks, appearing the doorway.
“No one,” Jared replies instantly but winces when Chad pipes up, “Jensen.”
Mike eyes Jared and then squints a little. “Jensen?”
He shrugs and tries to unpack his stuff so he doesn’t have to look at Mike’s curious stare. “Nah, I mean, I guess he didn’t know you weren’t coming Saturday.”
“He showed up anyway?”
Jared still won’t turn around. He doesn’t want to know what kind of face Mike’s making now because his voice is pitched oddly and making Jared uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah, we just watched some movies and ate shitty pizza.”
Chad leans back in his chair and watches the whole thing with a smirk, which Jared nearly growls at. “Did you show him your collection of gay porn?”
“Fuck off,” Jared complains, smacking the back of Chad’s head.
“Blair Dicks Project? Schindler’s Fist? Black Cock Down?” Chad stretches his arms out and gives a little flick of his eyebrows with his smirk. Jared smacks at Chad’s forehead, and the way Chad flinches causes him to shake in the chair and fall to the ground with a yelp.
“Perfect,” Jared laughs. “I feel way better now.”
Mike laughs and waits for Chad to settle back in a chair before he offers, “Saturday, douchebags. We’re gonna play ball, you in?”
Jared shrugs and makes a meh sound, remembering how that last game went. No matter how okay things are with Jensen now, he doesn’t need it to go bad again. He’s working his way up. Chad picks up on it and does the same, trying to hide his smile.
“It’s reverse skins, we need lots of bodies.”
Chad snorts, “Sounds like Jared’s kinda party.”
Mike leans against Chad’s dresser and smirks. “Nah, it’s like horse. But you put on more clothes when you lose.”
“Putting clothes on? That really doesn’t sound like fun to me,” Jared replies as he lounges out on his bed, hands behind his head.
“Jared’s gay, in case you couldn’t tell,” Chad says.
Jared’s leg reaches far enough to kick Chad’s chair. “Screw you.”
“Not with all the tequila in the world.”
Mike’s voice gets loud over their bickering, “Alright, you guys in or not?”
“Who’s playin’?” Chad asks.
As Mike ticks off a random spattering of names Jared’s never heard before, he suddenly focuses on Jensen and he just stares at Chad, hoping the guy will save him here.
Chad eyes him back then slowly says. “I dunno. We’ll have to see if Jared’s menstruating.”
Jared kicks him again, but Chad slides far enough to avoid a hit. Mike laughs and calls out as he leaves, “Alright, ladies, I’ll leave you to the tampon brigade. “
As Chad settles, Jared kicks at him again. “You’re a dick.”
“Dude. It’s just ball. Gimme a break,” he huffs as he starts typing again. “So you’ve got a hard-on for Ackles. Do something about it.”
“Yeah, I tried. Invited you all out to Jeff’s, but you assholes ditched us.”
“And you still didn’t capitalize.”
“Fuck off.”
Chad turns in his chair to watch Jared sulk. “Look, the guy don’t hate you, even after you rubbed your dick up his ass.” Jared shoots him what Chad calls his bitchface. Chad smiles again. “Just play it cool, rub on him again, and see if he just sits right on your lap. Voila!”
Jared tries to fight the laugh and instead just huffs. “Whatever.”
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Thursday afternoon, Jared meets Sandy in the quad and they lay out in the grass, basking in the crisp Texas sun. She rests her head at his stomach and puts her sunglasses on. “You had him in his boxers and you didn’t do anything?”
“I got him drunk?” Jared tries, but even he knows it doesn’t work.
“And you didn’t do anything,” she points out again.
“No.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but I don’t think he’s gay.”
“What?” he quickly argues as he sits up a little. “How does just one night determine this? You don’t even know him.” She turns her head to look up at him and nearly frowns. “I mentioned you … like setting you two up and he barely blinked.”
She rolls her eyes. “You had him drunk in the pool and nothing happened.”
“Maybe he’s slow. Like me.”
Sandy turns back up to the sky and nods. “You are slug slow.”
“Screw you.”
“If you don’t get him soon, I just may have to. I can smell the pheromones.”
Jared laughs, but then startles when he feels shade blocking the sun. He peeks up and sees Jensen smiling down on him. “Oh, hey!” he says way too loudly and sits up so fast he dislodges Sandy. “Hey, what’s up?”
Jensen smirks and looks between him and Sandy. “Nothing. Just saw you across the way. Thought I’d ask about that quiz from yesterday?”
“Oh, yeah. I think I did okay. I’m pretty sure I got the extra credit.”
He nods and bites on his bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Think I miscalculated the derivative.”
Jared laughs, but not so much at him, just more out of nerves because he’s not sure what to really say here.
Sandy moves to lean over Jared. “Hi, I’m Sandy,” she smiles sweetly.
“Jensen,” he nods while shaking her hand. Then he looks at Jared with an odd glance. “The Sandy?”
He grumbles a little, but Sandy saves it when she says, “Jared’s told me so much about you.”
Jared rolls his eyes and tries to kick her without drawing too much attention.
Jensen nods. “Alright.” There’s a moment of quiet before he adds, “I’m sorry, I guess Jared doesn’t like talking about girls or something?”
She laughs and shoots Jared an amused look. “Yeah, he doesn’t seem to ever talk about girls.” There’s another weird pause in the conversation, but Sandy, ever so sweet, works her best to cover it. “It’s a shame we haven’t met before. Been a few months now that you guys have had class.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods. Then he repositions his backpack and quirks his mouth. “Alright. Well, just wanted to ask. About the quiz, ya know?”
“Yeah, no, that’s cool,” Jared says quickly.
Jensen waves a hand from where it holds a strap at his shoulder. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, you, too, Jensen,” she beams back.
He takes a few steps away but then turns. “Hey, I had invited the guys over this weekend. My roommates decided this morning to have a thing. Why don’t you two come by, too?”
When Jared fails to answer, Sandy smacks at his stomach. “We’d love to! Right?”
Jared nods, “Yeah, of course.”
Jensen shoots them a smile then goes back on his way. Sandy smacks Jared’s stomach even harder. “Jesus Christ. Where’ve you been keeping him locked up?”
He nearly whimpers as he drops back to the ground. “Fuck.”
“What?” she asks as she leans over him.
“I don’t know, just fuck,” Jared whines. “I can’t even … I didn’t say anything. I bragged about getting the extra credit. Shit.”
Sandy smirks down on him, pushing some hair off his forehead. “Oh, sweetie. You can’t help it you’ve got a brain. He was staring at you, a lot, if that helps.”
He huffs out a breath then sits up. “Kinda. I should just go. I’ve actually got shit to do today.”
She frowns. “Jared. Don’t let it get you too much, yeah? Maybe this thing at his house will do something?”
“Yeah, maybe no one will show up and we can be lame party throwers together.” They laugh before he kisses her forehead. “I’ll call you about Saturday. Let you know if there’s a height requirement at the entrance.”
Sandy rolls her eyes. “You’re so funny.”
As Jared stands, he swipes a hand over her head but then sees Mike and Jensen across the quad and he waves at them. They both give quick waves in return and he heads in the other direction, trying to not worry about Saturday.
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The party is like any other house party Jared’s been to, except he’s not nervous about knocking into things because it’s a college house with nothing of major value and there are no parents to worry about coming home early. He sticks by Sandy after Chad ditched them to find some girls from his communications class, and they wind up drinking faster than either had planned. They huddle into a corner, just laughing and talking like they have since the early days of high school when they were stuck in honors classes together. They’re a few beers deep when he spots Jensen working his way through the dining room. Jared raises a hand to wave and Jensen smiles in return, slowly moving through the crowd to get closer.
“Hey, you made it,” Jensen says as he slaps at Jared’s shoulder.
Jared nods fast, trying to not worry about the wash of alcohol passing over his head. “Yeah, of course.”
“Hey, Jensen,” Sandy beams as she pats at Jensen’s stomach. “Good turn out.”
He smirks at Jared. “Yeah, some of us know how to throw a party.”
Jared laughs, “Oh fuck off. We still had a good time.”
Jensen’s hand squeezes at Jared’s shoulder. “Yeah, we did.” He turns to Sandy. “You okay? Need another beer or anything? Maybe a highchair?”
She laughs but still pushes at his stomach. “Funny. Now I see why you two get along so well.”
They share a quick smile. Jensen quickly says, “I’m gonna check on the keg, but you guys get whatever else you need okay?”
Jared watches Jensen walk away, and then how he’s suddenly taken over by a girl with long brown hair and a giant smile as they hug and she kisses the side of his face. They peck and then walk off while Jensen keeps an arm around her shoulders and it’s in that instant that his stomach turns and he thinks he might throw up.
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It’s at least five beers later, maybe even ten, when Jared finds himself in the basement bathroom, sitting on the toilet with Sandy in his lap. She’s grinding down on him and working his mouth with her own, but still trying to talk. “I’m sorry, Jare. He is super adorable.”
His hands hold her close so he can get the right friction and pretend that her frail, little body is someone with more mass and strength. He’s too drunk to care that it isn’t Jensen … well, no, he really does care it’s not. But it’s like every other party when they’re too drunk to say no and just want a quick little mess. “He’s super straight, whatever,” he grumbles as she looks down to his lap to undo jeans.
“You really wanna do this?” she asks quietly and stills.
He breathes heavy and closes his eyes. Mostly to stop the spinning of his head but also to just think, because they’ve never gone this far, but they’ve also never been this drunk.
“Jared, I don’t think we should.”
His head tips back and his voice is strangled. “I just need to … something. Something other than my own fucking hand.”
“You hate vaginas.”
And with that, he feels everything soften around the edges, including his dick. He pushes his head to the wall behind him. “It’s a hole,” he mutters and tries to still his brain from turning over itself. He is really way too gone right now.
She pushes at his face as she tries to stand. “You’re such a charmer.”
Jared sighs then hugs her against him. “I’m sorry. I … ” He huffs and then angrily laughs at himself. “I can’t believe we were gonna do this in the bathroom.”
She laughs. “Not exactly anywhere else to.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore.”
Sandy leans back and combs fingers through his hair, and it feels good but not good enough. His frown matches hers. “Maybe not.”
He stumbles from the bathroom a few seconds after she left. And he staggers a few more steps when he spots Jensen looking between Sandy and where he stands in the doorway. Jared just scratches at his ear and moves on to the stairs and does his best to find someone else to talk to.
It’s Mike, and the guy’s leading a group with beer bongs, chanting each participant on with the power of a drill sergeant. “Come on you pussies!” he yells. “Suck it like you did during hazing week!”
When Jared gets near, he’s laughing and claps Mike on the back.
“What’s up?” Mike smirks.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks while watching five guys holding the funnels high above their heads and gulping down as much beer as a bunch of girls can pour.
“I hate fratboys, you have no idea.” When they look at each other, Mike’s laughing again. “C’mon pussbuckets! I don’t wanna see you spit anything. I know you like to swallow!” His voice lowers to a normal level when he looks to Jared again. “Jensen find you? He was looking around.”
“No, I saw him - ”
Mike cuts him off like he suddenly remembered something. “Dude, why’d you tell him you were with Sandy? I thought she was your hag or some shit?”
“She is,” he says with confusion, then he groans when he thinks of Jensen seeing them in the quad. And then just minutes ago when they came out of the bathroom. But then he curses himself for caring. Jensen’s straight, and with that girl he had his arm around half the night. “What’s it matter?”
“Huh?” Mike asks then sees Jared eyeing Jensen with that same girl again. “She’s - ” But then Mike looks at the beer pong guys who are finally done chugging beer but stumbling around. He shouts at them, “You fuckers better not hurl. I swear to God, these are brand new Chucks and I will punch each one of you in the neck.”
Jared chuckles but then frowns and feels so entirely drunk, too far gone to really enjoy anything but his bed. He exits fairly quietly and gets Sandy so they can head out together. They walk the ten minutes back to campus in relative quiet. When he sees she’s crossing her arms tightly against her chest, he hauls her in close and rubs her arm. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t,” she says with warning, but also a smile. “We’ll just chalk it up to any other night and not you trying to pretend I was something else.”
“You deserve better.”
“Than my gaybag trying to screw me in a bathroom? Yeah, I do.”
He laughs with her and kisses the top of her head.
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Jared spends most of Sunday in bed, recovering along with Chad from massive hangovers. He’s focusing more on that than on Jensen or the fact that he’ll see him in Calc while trying to not think about the bathroom incident, but he still feels awful about it. The guilt for what happened with Sandy nags him more than he cares to admit so he decides to go see her.
He stretches out on her bed while she sits at the desk with her feet crossed beneath her. “How you feelin’ today?” she asks, barely looking him in the face.
“Awful.”
“We drank a lot.”
Jared scrubs his hands over his face. “Yeah, that, too.”
“Jare,” she says gently.
When he looks up, her head is down and he sighs. “Yeah, I know.” He stretches a leg out, foot tapping at her knee for attention.
Sandy’s mouth twists like she’s not feeling so great but she’s trying to smile. “Whether you have a chance with Jensen or not, we shouldn’t’ve done it.”
“You’re right, I know,” he sighs.
“I don’t think we should mess around when one of us is like this.”
“Like what?”
She carefully says, “You really like him.”
Jared sighs again, covering his face. “That was like the world’s worst party.”
“Wasn’t that bad.” He looks at her sharply and she amends. “Okay, it was. You did want to have sex in the basement bathroom. Not even a nice one off one of the bedrooms.”
He chuckles awkwardly. “I’m not gonna live that down will I?”
She pats his foot. “As much as I’d love to make fun of you for that, it’s one of my lesser moments, too.”
When she smiles a bit nicer and with less guilt, Jared lets out a breath that’s more to calm him than in annoyance. “I’m sorry,” he says rather pathetically.
With a nod, she gives a sad smile. “Me, too. I know how you feel about him. You’ll find someone …”
“Plenty of gays in the sea?”
Sandy smirks and pats his foot again. “Not sure it’s plenty but there must be some, right?”
He rolls his eyes. “Somewhere.” Jared gets to his feet, not sure what else he can really say in the moment and knows he’s leaving with it still a bit awkward. But he’s had enough of reliving the night before. He’s about to make an excuse to head out, but she raises a hand.
“I’ll see you Thursday,” she nods then gives a small, comforting smile when he nods back.
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Mike doesn’t say much the next morning when they walk to class, but when both Jensen and Jared are quiet in class, Mike nudges Jared. “What’s your deal?”
“Nuthin’,” he mumbles back. “Just tired.”
After class, Jensen excuses himself to an errand at the bookstore and Jared and Mike are left alone on the walk out of the math and science building. “Guy, you’re fucked up. Even when you’re quiet, you’re still anxious. Now you’re neither. What’s the problem?”
“It’s nothing,” he quickly says. “I’m just tired. Think I’m still hungover.”
Mike laughs and pats his back, harder than needed just for fun. “That was an awesome party. Jensen throws the best shit.”
“Yeah,” Jared says lamely.
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Wednesday, it’s much the same. Jared’s quiet and ignores most of the conversations around him, even when Mike tries to include him. He gets himself out of it when he sees Sandy across the courtyard that connects their building with the technology center. “I’ll see ya back at the dorms,” he says with a small smile.
“Dude,” Mike argues with a hand out. “I thought we were getting lunch!” His voice gets louder as Jared gets further away. “It’s sloppy joes!”
Jared just waves them off and continues on his way.
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It’s Friday that it’s hard to ignore. Just before class starts, Mike leans in close and asks quietly, “Are you gay?”
“Are you kidding me?”
Mike goes on, with the same oddly level voice. “First time I met you, Chad introduced you as the Big Gay Roommate.”
“And?”
“So are you or aren’t you?”
Jared stares and asks quietly, “You’re suddenly caring now?”
Mike starts, “You know,” then he stops when the teacher calls attention to the class. The room falls quiet as he starts writing equations across the wipeboard and introduces new formulas and rules. Mike scribbles in his notebook then tears the piece of paper out and pushes it onto Jared’s desk.
It reads, Are you really gay?
Jared writes back, Yeah, but I’m not sucking your dick.
Jensen won’t either.
He looks over at Mike, who’s faking attention to the front of the class. Jared can’t manage an answer, not even sure what’s going on but Mike leans closer and scribbles more. It’s then that Jensen turns to them and Jared stares for a few moments as they share a long look until Mike sits back and blocks the view. He glances down and Mike’s added He’s gay, asshole. Thought you were with Sandy.
Jared stares at Mike this time, and Mike looks at him from the corner of his eye. Jared quickly writes Chick at the party? All over each other?
Like you and Sandy?
He swallows and it’s hard and loud, he can hear it clearly. Jared tips his head back and closes his eyes, not able to pay attention to anything in this moment. Not the teacher or the assignment being given, not Mike or the paper with the revelations that are making his heart race. He pushes his elbows over the notes, hangs his head, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes. The pain is appreciated right now because it gives him something else to focus on. He stays in this position for the rest of class, not caring that he’s missing instructions for homework or an update on the quiz schedule. He barely knows class is over until Mike is up and patting his back as he says, “I gotta get something from my Stats TA. I’ll catch ya later.”
Jared wants to groan because he’s certain it’s Mike’s way to leave them alone, but he still doesn’t move.
“You okay?” Jensen asks quietly, standing in front of him.
He sighs and looks up with hot eyes. Not that he’d cry, but they feel so tired and burn a little from all the pressure of his hands pushing against them for the last twenty minutes. Jared frowns. “I guess.”
“You heading out?”
Jared’s head falls down again and he combs fingers through his hair then pushes it off his forehead when he looks up again. “I’m not with Sandy.”
Jensen stares for a few moments then clears his throat. “Okay.”
“I don’t talk about girls because I don’t like girls.”
The corner of Jensen’s mouth twitches then he takes a deep breath and looks around the room. Jared does the same and there are still a few students chatting about next week’s test or the latest homework assignment. “You were in my bathroom with her.”
Jared pushes himself back in his seat and stares at the ceiling. “I know.”
There’s shuffling of papers at his desk and he fears Jensen seeing Mike’s note, but he just pushes things together and gives Jared a small, strained smile. “We can’t sit here all day long. Don’t know about you, but I’ve got better things to do.”
They make it outside and are walking, Jared idly following, trying to think of anything else to say.
But Jensen saves him the trouble when he asks, “You missed the assignment, didn’t you?”
Jared tugs on the straps of his backpack and takes a deep breath. “Yeah. I was too busy wallowing in my own desperation.”
“What?” Jensen laughs.
“I didn’t know you were gay until Mike spelled it out on my notes.”
Jensen snorts and keeps walking, leading them off campus before Jared can tell where they’re headed. “Funny. That was the first thing he told me.” His voice changes to mock Mike. “Jared’s gay, so have at it.”
Jared laughs then stops when he realizes they’re on Jensen’s block. “I didn’t even - ”
He nods forward. “Why don’t you come by and I’ll go over the assignment with you? The instructions are kinda strange.”
A weight is lifted from his head and shoulders and back, and he feels light. Like knowing that Jensen is gay and interested makes everything in life so much easier. He doesn’t have to think about how to best answer without seeming too anxious or how to nudge his way closer to Jensen. He can just honestly answer, “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Jensen nods again, but firmly this time. “Alright,” he smiles as they continue on to his house. Once inside, he hands over a can of soda and takes a healthy sip himself.
Jared looks around then chuckles. “Looks a bit nicer without a hundred people crowded in.”
He smirks and looks around as well. “Yeah, doesn’t hurt that Chris and Steve pay for the clean-up.”
“I didn’t even meet your roommates. There were so many people here.”
“Probably a good thing,” he nods then frowns. “I’m sure you will, though.”
Jared nods and smiles around his can as he takes another drink.
Jensen leans back against the kitchen table and suddenly looks uncomfortable. “So, what’s the deal with Sandy then?”
He swallows and frowns. “I don’t know. High school friend who can kiss?”
There’s a tiny laugh then Jensen’s nodding and looking down on his feet as they cross over each other.
“What about,” he starts awkwardly while Jensen looks up to him. “What about the girl you were hanging with?”
“Grew up with her. She was in town to visit.”
Jared nods then steels himself to finally ask. “So, to be official … You’re gay?”
Jensen chuckles. “Yeah, I am. And you are, too.”
He nods again and figures as long as they’re clearing the air, he might as well do it spectacularly. “I’ve liked you since like day one.”
His mouth curls slowly and he stands with a small chuckle. “Yeah. I think the basketball game sealed it for me.”
“Oh, God, I was so embarrassed you have no idea,” Jared lets out in a quick breath but he feels like he can finally talk freely. It’s wonderful.
Jensen laughs. “Yeah, that was kinda … kinda strange? I don’t know,” he says shaking his head. “But yeah. It’s kinda funny now.”
“Sure, for you.”
“I had your dick at my ass in front of all our friends.”
Jared nearly chokes on his soda but then laughs when he sees Jensen look a bit embarrassed at the words.
Jensen eases into a smile then motions for Jared’s can, “Here,” and puts it on the table next to his. Then he reaches for his wrists and brings him closer before holding him at his jaw. He smirks. “Wanted to do this since Wal Mart.”
Jared pauses for a moment then smiles. “You really know how to woo a guy.”
With a laugh, Jensen brings him closer. “Shut up.” He presses his mouth up and they move together, fitting perfectly and slowly sucking on lips as Jared holds Jensen’s hips and leans even closer.
Jared is the first to nudge his tongue forward, tasting Jensen’s lips and catching the remnants of root beer on his mouth, and so he smiles into the kiss. And then he feels Jensen smiling right back and pushing his tongue out to touch, tentatively at first before he draws Jared closer and sucks his tongue in. Jared follows and realizes that Jensen is now his to kiss and he doesn’t want to know anything else.
He barely realizes there’s noise in the house but then distinctly hears someone call out, “Jenny!”
Jensen groans as he pulls away and closes his eyes. “What?”
“You ready?”
When Jensen’s roommates come into the kitchen, they’ve separated, but the guys zero in on wet, red mouths and snicker before one leaves the room. The other has a high eyebrow and Jensen grumbles, “Jared, Steve. Steve, Jared.”
The eyebrow goes even higher and Jared’s kind of impressed with that. “Jared, Jared?”
Jared sees how Jensen rolls his eyes, but he smiles and moves closer to shake Steve’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Aww,” Steve playfully coos then pinches Jared’s cheek before he can move away. “He’s so polite and adorable.”
“This is why I’m glad you didn’t meet him.” Jensen shoves Steve away. “Give me two minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“Man, you have absolutely no staying power.”
“Fuck off,” Jensen says with a smile like this is their casual banter. He motions for Jared to follow him to the front door.
When they get to the porch, Jared doesn’t even wait for Jensen to say a word, he marches on quickly. “Do you wanna go out tonight? Get dinner or something?”
“Something sounds fun,” Jensen says with humor.
He just smirks. “I can come get you at 6:30?”
“Why do you get to do the picking up?”
“Trying to save you from Chad.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “I have lab until six. I’ll just swing by after.”
“Okay, yeah,” Jared beams then moves a little closer, wanting to kiss him again. He stutters a little when he’s not sure he should push it. He takes a deep breath and shifts away. But he’s surprised when Jensen grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in, kissing again, not as slow as the kitchen, just nice and easy and Jared follows right with him. When they pull away, he smiles. “Thank you,” he says on an exhale.
Jensen laughs again and pats at his chest. “I’ll see you later.”
Jared nods quickly as he walks down the steps. The edge of his flip flop catches on the last step and he stumbles onto the sidewalk. He gives a nervous smile when he rights himself, but they’re both chuckling at the whole thing. “I swear I’ll wear my walking shoes.”
“Good idea.”
He gives a short wave and as soon as he’s out of view, he whips his cell out and texts Sandy. jensens gay and we kissed and we’re dating i think
you think?!
His fingers are catching so many wrong buttons because he’s hysterical over this development, but he finally responds. getting dinner tonight and he kissed me twice TWICE
Sandy calls him seconds later and he fills her in with the whole story, laughing and smiling his way back to the dorm.
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Jared stares in the mirror then turns to one side and the other. “This look okay? I don’t wanna be obvious. Like I’m trying too hard.”
Chad doesn’t turn from the TV screen, just continues lounging in his bed. “The fact that you’re asking me says you’re trying too hard.”
He frowns and takes off the black button up, replacing it with a soft brown sweater that Sandy always pets. He knows he looks good in it. He moves into Chad’s eyeline. “C’mon. Just tell me. Too much?”
“You’re just the right amount of homo.”
There’s a quick knock at the open doorway and Jared smiles nervously at Jensen, who’s in the same navy polo and tattered jeans from earlier in the day. “Hey, what’s up?” Jared asks with a smile.
Jensen gives him an odd look then smirks. “Nothing. Bored as hell. Thought I’d see what’s going on here.”
Jared chuckles and grabs his wallet, phone, and keys, figuring he can’t change now without being obvious.
As he gets close to the door, Jensen murmurs, “You look nice.”
He turns for a second to hide his blush. “Thanks.” Then he calls out to Chad, “See ya later.”
“Later gays.”
In the hallway, Jensen says, “On the upside, he makes you look normal.”
Jared elbows him as they stop in front of the elevators. “Oh, shut up.”
Jensen looks him over then absently rubs a hand over the front of his own shirt. “Maybe I should’ve let you come get me. I’m a slob.”
He’s shaking his head in an instant and says, “No, you always look good,” before he can think it through. Jared swallows and looks at the elevator, praying for it to hurry.
“And to think, we wasted two months.”
Jared looks over and then smiles when Jensen grins. “Sometimes I need it spelled out.”
He nods. “I’ve noticed.”
As they step into the elevator, Jared says, “You really weren’t that obvious, though.”
“Uh, I stripped down in your brother’s pool.”
Jared clears his throat. “Well, yeah. But - ”
“And then hung out with you in my underwear, without complaining. Even if the beer and pizza was shitty.”
He frowns a little then looks guilty. “If I’d known it was just you showing up, I would’ve wined and dined you.”
“I think Mike thought you’d call the whole thing off.”
Jared is quiet and just watches Jensen, even when the doors open on the main floor and he’s exiting the box. He follows Jensen a few steps later. “What do you mean?”
Seconds later they’re outside and Jensen says, “They bailed. Mike told me to just go.”
He stares at him, not even knowing what to say. But he finally says, “But you didn’t … didn’t make a move or whatever.”
Jensen shrugs awkwardly. “You weren’t exactly doing it either.”
“You knew I was gay.”
He shrugs again. “Just because we’re both gay doesn’t automatically mean you’d like me.”
With a quick surge, Jared moves in and kisses him, holding his face and pushing his tongue in, because he can now and he never wants to not be able to. Especially when he feels Jensen’s hands at his hips, squeezing and moving to his back, pulling him forward so they’re chest to chest.
“God, you are nauseating,” they hear and break apart, only to laugh when Mike comes jogging up the steps. He’s smirking, but it’s not as cocky as it usually is. And he doesn’t bug them further, just keeps going, shooting a small smile as he goes into the building.
X + X + X + X + X
Dinner lasts nearly three hours while they talk excessively and drink more than either intended, but not all too much. They’re not just comparing all the mental notes of the last two months of them moving around each other, but also about school and other classes, their families and childhoods. Neither go overboard with details, but there’s enough there to make the other laugh and it’s obvious how there is so much interest from Jensen that Jared’s beaming most of the time. Between Jensen leaning across the table and getting animated when they’re recounting Mike’s ridiculous scams and pranks and the way his eyes only leave Jared’s to subtly check him out, Jared’s stomach is hot and turning over itself in such a good way that he refuses to move except for the bathroom.
When they finally leave, they’re walking close and Jared can see Jensen’s small smile as they continue talking about their calc class and the teacher who loves tormenting them with hints of pop quizzes but never issues any.
At the center of campus, Jared realizes this is the split between his dorm and Jensen’s house. He smiles at Jensen and nods. “I had a really great time.”
He nods right back and moves in with a low voice. “Yeah, me, too.” Then they’re kissing again and Jared seriously doesn’t want to ever not be able to do this, because Jensen’s tongue is curling right over his and pushing further and further inside. Jared holds him close and kisses back with just as much push in his mouth and tongue. Jensen’s hands are in his hair, pushing and pulling and Jared’s fingernails drag along the back of his neck, into the short brush of hair there. It all swirls through his brain and buzzes in his ear, and Jared keeps going, tasting and teasing and just kissing. Jensen breaks suddenly then huffs out, “You wanna come over?”
“Really?”
“Well, I don’t wanna run into Chad when we’re like this.”
Jared laughs, sure that their mouths are puckered red and that his hair’s a mess. “Yeah, ‘sides, it’s like rule number one to not have sex in there.”
“Really?” Jensen laughs.
He shakes his head, laughing, too, not even sure why he admitted it, but at least it’s funny to Jensen. “We haven’t determined exactly what is allowed yet. But I’ll get it in writing.”
Jensen smirks. “Yeah. That will be helpful.” Jared chuckles and moves in but Jensen stops him and says with a soft voice, “Come over.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he murmurs as he kisses him again.
X + X + X + X + X
His back hits a door and it’s then that he realizes they’ve been making out the whole way into the house, up stairs, and into Jensen’s bedroom. He’s on the bed with Jensen hovering over him, mouth bitten dark and falling open as he stares down on Jared. Jensen’s knees press into Jared’s thighs as he settles closer and swipes a hand over Jared’s head, pushing hair out of his eyes. Jared’s hands slip under his shirt, rubbing along bare skin before settling at Jensen’s lower back. Jensen leans in close with his hand curling over the top of Jared’s head, and he’s faintly smiling. “God,” he whispers, mouth right up to Jared’s and eyes staying with his. “You’re so …”
He doesn’t finish, and Jared’s not sure what he wants to say, but Jared’s sure he feels pretty much the same way. Jensen is gorgeous and funny and kind and full of character and is right above him looking so fantastic. “You, too,” he says back, finishing with a sucking kiss.
They’re kissing again and Jared can’t figure out where to put his hands, they roam Jensen’s entire back. But when Jensen pushes himself down into Jared’s groin, he whimpers and dips fingers down the back of Jensen’s jeans. They touch soft skin that curves up and then they press in tight to bring Jensen even closer as they start moving against each other, neither caring that their jeans are blocking so much. Because it’s been months now that they’ve been crushing on the other and they are finally touching somewhere, so they keep going.
Jared shifts his legs out, bringing Jensen back between them so they line up just right and move faster. He goes so far as to dig his heels into the mattress, pushes himself up into Jensen and there’s more moaning, and it goes on like this for so long that he’s not even sure which ones belong to him and which are Jensen’s. But then they’re both breathing heavy and can barely manage tongues in the kisses, so he knows they’re both close. Then it’s painfully obvious how close they are when Jensen grinds down harder and quicker and moves up as he comes, knocking Jared’s temple as he groans.
He chuckles a little and then he’s rutting up, hands still down the back of Jensen’s pants and pulling him tight. Jared twitches and wraps his legs around Jensen’s hips as he shakes again and comes. Jensen’s breathing loud in his ear with little groaning noises but then he’s sucking along Jared’s jaw, working his way to the chin then up to his mouth so they kiss, all lazy and slow.
When Jensen moves away, he groans again and pulls at the waistband of his pants and boxers, trying to separate them from his skin before the come dries. He flops onto his back and does it again while looking down into his pants. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Jared laughs and shifts closer so he can look down the pants, too, catching sight of the very tip of Jensen and he sighs, closing his eyes. He moves closer and drapes himself across Jensen’s chest and kisses him. “It was a good idea.” Jared moves his mouth to Jensen’s chin then down his throat and saying, “I used to watch you chew your pencil. And the way you gulped at hard problems. And you’d scratch your neck.”
Jensen’s hand slips into his hair, holding him close while tipping his head back for better access. “Fuck,” he mumbles when Jared sucks on his Adam’s apple, but it also sounds like a true curse because he continues, “Really wish I knew.”
He moves back into view and smirks. “If you didn’t know before, it’s kind of obvious now.”
His hand falls to the back of Jared’s neck and holds him steady. “Extremely obvious.” They kiss a bit more then Jensen shifts and spreads his legs with a whine. “I think I gotta get out of these.” Jared just smirks in return, which prompts Jensen to smile, too. “How about I wash our clothes and we wash up in the shower?”
Jared doesn’t even bother pretending to think. “Uh, yeah.”
In the shower, Jensen soaps Jared up and then uses the lather to aid in the slick of his fist over Jared’s dick, and Jared returns the favor. They’re pushed together tight inside the tub with the shower pelting down on Jared’s back, and the hands are moving faster and faster while they kiss and lick away water and sweat from mouths and jaws and necks. Jared watches his hand cover Jensen’s dick as he jacks him off, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm and continues watching as Jensen spills over his hand. Jensen continues stroking, yet slows down as he tries to piece himself back together. Though Jared doesn’t care, because Jensen’s still right there and Jared’s smug with the knowledge that he did this to Jensen.
When the clothes are done and they’ve watched enough bad late night TV to bore them over, Jared dresses and suddenly feels nervous that this is the end of this night. Jensen pulls on another pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. “I’ll walk you back,” he smiles. “Hate to think of you walking home all alone.”
It’s only ten minutes, but Jared plays along. “I don’t know how I’d ever defend myself.”
“Well, you won’t have to find out, ‘cause I’ll be there.”
When they get to his dorm, there’s more kissing and Jared numbly says between kisses, “Should walk you back. Don’t want anything to happen to you.” Jensen laughs into his mouth and finally breaks away. Jared smirks. “By the way? Best date ever.”
“Oh, good,” Jensen jokes with a sigh. “I was really worried you weren’t enjoying yourself.”
“It was debatable. But then the shower kinda helped.”
“Yeah, it did,” Jensen murmurs as he kisses him again.
“You’ve got some really good soap. Fragrant.”
Jensen laughs and pushes Jared away. “Okay. We need to separate at some time.”
“No, we don’t,” Jared whines, bringing Jensen close again. “Finally got you. Don’t wanna let go.”
“Oh, God, you’re co-dependent, aren’t you?”
“Chad will be happy that I found someone else to pester.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “Right, because that’s my life’s mission.”
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