College AU | Part Thr33
They spend the weekend together, mostly making out at Jensen’s house, but also doing homework and studying when they’re not attached to each other or wasting time in front of the TV. Jared spends Saturday night there and leaves after Jensen gives a slow-building but nicely executed blow job.
He showers at the dorm and hangs out in his room, catching up with some reading he hadn’t brought with him the day before while Chad is doing much the same at his desk.
Mike peeks in and calls to Chad, “You up for some ball?”
Jared looks between them as Chad offers an easy, “Yeah, what time,” without looking up from his book.
“In an hour. We can grab lunch first.”
“It’s like I’m not even here,” Jared says.
Chad turns and looks surprised. “I thought you were still at your homo retreat.”
“Funny,” he smirks right back.
Jared turns to sit against the wall with his legs stretched far before him, kicking them up onto Chad’s bed. “Hey, Michael,” he starts with a highly interested voice. “Funny thing I found out. You knew Jensen was gay from day one.”
“Uh, yeah, he is one of my close friends.”
“Why couldn’t you tell me before? Could’ve saved me so much fucking time.”
“So much fucking time or so much fucking time?” Chad asks.
“Like you care?”
“I really don’t,” Chad nods and goes back to his laptop.
Mike shoots him a glance. “I did tell you. Two days ago. And look at you little schoolgirls now, huh?”
“Could’ve told me ages ago.”
“Whatever,” he shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m not your gay cupid.”
Jared grumbles, but there’s hardly any heat in it because he does finally have Jensen to himself.
“Aww,” Mike coos, pinching at Jared’s cheek. “You’re in wuv,” and then he slaps the cheek.
“Ow, fucker!” Jared reaches up to hit Mike, but then he laughs because he seriously couldn’t be angry about this anymore.
Chad looks over his shoulder and calls to Mike. “If I walk in on them buttfucking on my bed, you’re gonna be a dead gay cupid.” Jared laughs but Chad just reminds him, “Rule One, rimrod.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves off then looks to Mike. “When we playing?”
“We’re playing in an hour.”
“How’m I not invited?”
Chad shot out, “Because you’re gonna be up Jensen’s ass in like half an hour I’m sure.”
“That’d be awesome.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Chad complains. “Now I’m seeing it.”
“So’m I,” Jared smirks, tossing his things aside then rubbing over Chad’s head. “Thank you for your assistance.”
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“You’re like a puppy that won’t leave,” Jensen says when he sees Jared at his front door.
“I know, poor you.”
“I do have homework to do,” he complains even while smiling.
Jared leans against the screendoor and runs his finger along the screen. “I’ll blow you after every assignment. Like an incentive.”
He groans and tips his head back. “Like I could even concentrate now.”
Pushing off the door, he smirks. “See, now you have plenty of time to mess around.”
While messing around, Jared starts to wonder if he’s really as much the anxious teenager that he feels when Jensen is sprawled out below him. Because he gets so excited to be this close to him and to be kissing and tasting and rubbing that he can’t manage patience and make anything last longer than hand jobs or oral sex. Not that he’s complaining, but he kind of wants to get to the really good stuff. And he’s thinking exactly that while sucking on Jensen, with Jensen’s hands in his hair, guiding him up and down. Jared’s about to pull off so they can go further, but then Jensen’s hands clamp down on his head and push him down for a few more movements before he’s panting, “Oh, God, yes, yes, Jare,” and then he comes and Jared drinks it all down.
“One of these times we’re gonna do more than just this,” Jared pouts but his eyes betray his happiness.
“One of these times you’re gonna let me finish my homework.”
Jared shakes his head and kisses Jensen, messy and noisy. “Never.”
“I’m gonna fail all my classes.”
“More time for me,” he smirks back.
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Jared knows that everything is going to be different now. He has a boyfriend - yeah, he knows it’s early to say but considering how much they like each other and have spent two, three months dancing around each other, he thinks it’s fair to use the title - and they have class together and they’ve just spent nearly every waking hour (and some sleeping) of the last weekend. He’s trying to not make it a deal. But he does stutter a few steps when Mike still walks ahead of him to sit next to Jensen. When Jared sits in his normal chair, he grumbles, “I’m gonna pass him notes the entire time.”
“Are you in junior high?” Mike asks.
“Shut up.”
“No, seriously,” he says, getting a little louder. “Are you such a little baby that you can’t spend an hour without touching each other?”
Jensen sighs. “He really can’t. It’s disgusting.”
Jared leans forward and glares. “Shut up. I’m using my teeth next time.”
Mike raises his hands, “Okay, unnecessary.”
“Yeah, teeth are very unnecessary,” Jensen points out.
At the end of class, Mike rolls his eyes at them, seeing how they keep looking at each other even when they’re not saying anything and just busy putting their backpacks together. “You kids are gonna put me in a coma,” he shakes his head as he leaves and heads back to the dorm on his own.
Jensen leads the way to a mostly abandoned courtyard by the liberal arts facility and they make out in the grass between just hanging out and talking, and Jared is nearly sickened when he can’t stop holding Jensen’s hand and looking at it in his own. But he really fucking likes him, and loves that he can finally touch him without being afraid of what Jensen would think.
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Jensen’s laugh is unmistakable and draws Jared from the quiet of his room, given that Chad has left him alone to go out with some girl from his biology class. Jared has an inordinate amount of research to do for his sociology paper, but it doesn’t matter when he knows Jensen’s nearby.
When he gets into the hallway, he doesn’t see anyone, but there is a burst of damaging noise from around the corner then bouts of laughter. He finds Misha and Jensen in Mike and Tom’s room, bent over in near tears while Mike and Tom are wrestling on the floor. Tom keeps rolling onto Mike’s back, but Mike just gets up on his knees and forces the guy off. At one point, Mike calls out, “J, dude, help me out?”
Misha and Jensen turn to the door and Jared flashes an awkward smile before answering, “I’m not gettin’ in the middle of your lover’s spat.”
“Fuck off,” Tom complains as he moves away from Mike.
Jared settles closer to Jensen, puts a hand at his back. “Hey,” he says lamely, not sure how he wants to broach the whole ‘being-on-my-floor-but-not-stopping-by’ thing.
“Didn’t know you were home,” Jensen says with a smile, still laughing at his friends. “Door was closed.”
“I was studying.”
“Good thing I didn’t interrupt.” Then Jensen makes a face and scratches his head as he looks at the others for a moment. “Not buggin’ you, are we?”
“Nah. I just heard you.” He adds on “you guys,” when he realizes how pathetic it is that he’s singled out Jensen’s laughter from everyone else’s. “Thought I’d see what was up.”
“Well, at the moment, Tom and Mike are fighting over …” He smirks at Jared. “I seriously don’t know anymore, but there was fighting.”
“Yeah, I heard.” When Jensen moves closer to the guys and starts talking about something that happened last year and was apparently hysterical, Jared smirks and quietly excuses himself.
He sits back at his desk and hovers over open textbooks, trying to focus on the words. But it’s not a full minute before there’s a knock at the door and Jensen pops his head in. “You decent?”
Jared doesn’t look up from his reading. “Wish I wasn’t, don’t ya?”
“Maybe a little.”
He does look up at that. “Just a little?”
Jensen leans against Jared’s back, hands squeezing at his shoulders. “What’re you researchin’?”
“Officially?”
“Yeah.”
He takes a quick breath. “Socially acceptable violence in movies in opposition to real life crime.”
“You just wanna watch a shit ton of movies.”
Jared laughs and looks up to Jensen. “That was the plan, except jackass teacher insists on at least five different print sources.”
Jensen laughs back at him and pats his head. “You poor tortured soul.” He drops down to Chad’s bed and kicks his feet up on Jared’s. “This place looks different without Chad here.”
“Yeah, and it’s quieter.”
“Where’s he at?”
“Some chick from class.”
Jensen laughs. “Just some class?”
He turns in his chair and stares. “You talk a lot about Chad. Ever realize that?”
“Easy target,” he replies with his eyes taking in the whole, small space. “How far’ve got with the paper?”
“Just started.”
“When’s it due?”
He works his mouth then throws a hand through his hair. “On Tuesday.”
“Ouch,” Jensen laughs. “You’re a bit behind.”
“Yeah, well, this douchebag Jensen keeps me out all hours of the night,” he says with a smile.
Jensen chuckles and stands while swiping a hand over Jared’s head. “I’ll leave you be then.”
As Jensen turns away, Jared catches his wrist and pulls him back. “Didn’t say that.” He tugs Jensen down so he can kiss him, licking into Jensen’s mouth.
Misha knocks at the open door with a smirk. “Like you don’t do that enough already?”
Mike pushes Misha out of the way and smiles at them. “You two gonna make out all night or you gonna come play?”
“What’re you - ” Jared stops when he sees Tom coasting right by the door. He’s more alarmed when there’s a distinct crash seconds later.
By the time Jensen and Jared get to the doorway, Misha and Mike have taken off to the left in a quick sprint on rollerblades, curling around the nearest corner and passing Tom, who’s in the fetal position on the ground.
“Think you’re losing, Welling,” Jensen calls out with a laugh.
“I thought he was still crippled?” Jared asks.
Jensen laughs. “His ankle? Yeah, he is. But he’s got enough Vicodin to knock out a bull.”
“So that’s what’s with all them? They sharing meds?”
He shakes his head as he watches the guys take another lap around the floor. “Nah, just Tom. Misha’s … Misha? And Mike’s in love.”
Jared stares at Jensen, confusion apparent. Especially when they can hear Mike’s maniacal laughter before he skids around the corner and skates down the hallway and past the room. “Didn’t know Mike did love.”
“Kiddin’ me? He’s a sap for all kinds.”
He stares again and then watches for Mike again. He turns back to Jensen with a smirk. “If he’s such a sap how the hell didn’t he tell me about you earlier?”
Jensen shrugs and watches them pass, Misha leading with Mike hanging onto the tail of his shirt as Tom stutters his footing in trying too hard to catch up. “He’s kind of a sadist,” he says with a light tone, but then it goes a bit more firm. “He’s Mike, you really need an explanation?”
Jared leans against the doorframe and casually rests his foot behind Jensen’s. “Better late than never, I guess.”
He smirks in return then crosses his arms. “Either way, he’s got someone.” Misha then Tom zooms by and Jensen takes a deep breath. “I don’t know who. Just know there’s something.”
“I haven’t seen him with anyone that isn’t one of us.”
Jensen pokes his head into the hallway while holding onto the doorframe, waiting for the next lap to pass them. “Me neither. It’s about time, though. He broke up with James ages ago.”
“James?”
There’s a long look before Jensen smirks. “You didn’t know?”
He thinks on it, and realizes that outside of basketball, calculus, and drinking, he really doesn’t know much about Mike. Jared makes a little hmm noise and watches with Jensen as Tom sprints down the hallway with Mike right behind him. Mike leaps onto Tom’s back, laughing hysterically the whole time and gripping tight while Tom fumbles with the added weight. “Tom?” Jared asks oddly then laughs when Tom yells, “Get off’a me, you fat hog!”
Shaking his head, Jensen laughs. “I really don’t think so.”
“They live together. Not out of the realm of possibility.”
His eyebrows go high as he considers it. “I guess not. But Tom’s not exactly his type.”
“Sometimes it just happens,” Jared suggests while Jensen shrugs. “You’re not exactly my type.”
Jensen looks over quickly and gives a critical eye. “What is your type?”
Jared casually watches the laps continue on. “Smart guys? Sharp dress. Tall.”
He kicks at Jared’s ankle, “Fuck you. I’m smart and tall.”
“Ehh,” he sounds out with a hesitant look.
Pushing off the doorway, Jensen grunts and turns. “Alright, I can tell when I’m not wanted.”
Jared laughs at how poorly Jensen’s hiding his smile. He tugs Jensen hard enough to force him into a close hold. “Just gettin’ you back for ignoring me tonight.”
“Didn’t think you were home.”
“You didn’t even try.”
“Oh, you fuckers make me sick.”
Jared rolls his eyes with a pitiful, “Hey, Chad,” as he and Jensen move from the doorway to let him by.
“Why I didn’t try?” Jensen smirks with a head nod into the room.
“Alright fine, my roommate is offensive. Old story,” he sighs.
“It’s my favorite.”
He eyes Jensen for a few moments. “I’m beginning to wonder what your fascination is. Maybe you’re using me to get into his pants.”
“I will cut my dick off first,” Chad calls out.
Jensen moves into the doorway to watch Chad land with a thud on his bed and use the remote for the TV. “Date went that well?”
He grumbles, “She brought her book. Thought it was study group.”
Jared drops in, “Did you tell her you wanted to perfect your knowledge of the human anatomy?”
“Yeah,” he says with more energy as he turns to face them. “Can you believe that shit didn’t work? She said she wanted to work on the skeleton system.”
“Well, what about your bone?” Jensen laughs.
“Fuck off,” he grunts as he turns back to the TV. Then he grumbles, “That didn’t work either.”
Jensen shakes his head and steps back into the hall. “You’re all class, man.” When there’s no more noise from their friends, he squeezes Jared’s hand. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”
Jared pulls him close. “No, c’mon.”
“I’m not gonna be responsible for you missing homework.”
“Human anatomy,” he says with a low, playful tone.
He laughs. “You’re not even in bio.”
“This semester. Might need it next semester.”
“We’ll work on it then,” he says easily before dropping a quick kiss. Jared’s stomach flutters at the idea of then and smiles. “Go work.” Jensen kisses him then smirks. “Might be good to see the inside of your own room now and again.”
Jared frowns. “Maybe I don’t wanna see the inside of my room.”
Jensen kisses him again. “You’ll live.”
Once Jared’s back in the room, Chad says plainly, “You homos are so gay.”
“Kind of the point.” Chad doesn’t have another comment so Jared looks over. He’s surprised to find Chad watching him. “What?”
He shrugs and then focuses on the TV. Jared’s back to his textbooks when he hears Chad say in a low voice, “Not a bad guy.”
Jared stares again and Chad won’t look at him. “I just get the Chad stamp of approval?” he asks with a smile.
“Whatever.”
His laugh is loud and bright. “Yes, I believe I did. You like Jensen.”
Chad’s voice gets hard as does his glare. “Doesn’t change a thing. Still no gay sex in here.”
“What about blow jobs?”
“Fuck you. Why’re you always talking about this shit and then I have to think about it.”
He gives him a long look. “Are you thinking about me getting blown or just any old guy?”
“You fucker, I’m gonna …” Chad’s up in an instant and jumping at Jared, wrestling him to the ground. “I fucking hate you and your gay mind tricks,” he grits out, but Jared knows this well enough. Chad’s not even using real power and there’s no more anger in his voice than any other conversation they’ve ever had. “If I wanted to see you getting laid, I’d pay an entry fee.”
Jared’s laughing, pulling on Chad’s short hair, yanking his head around as he turns them over and quickly takes him in a ridiculously complicated leg lock, immobilizing Chad’s lower body. “You’d have to pay top dollar to see me and Jensen.”
Chad gives up fighting and just smacks Jared in the head. “Fine, whatever,” he huffs. “You’re in big gay love.”
He releases Chad, slowly moving away. “And you like Jensen,” he nearly sing songs.
With another huff, Chad settles back on his bed. “You could do worse. You have done worse.”
“I think that’s a compliment?” Jared laughs. Then he beams as he goes back to his books.
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Every week, Jared and Jensen meet up between classes, even hanging with Sandy on Thursdays like Jared has done all semester. Though he can tell that Jensen’s still a little awkward when they’re around other people. Jared worries about Jensen’s impression of Sandy so one weekend he tries to clear it up, and Jensen seems to understand well enough, but then Jared is distracted with Jensen’s pouty lower lip and decides to just suck on that for a while.
One Friday, they’re stretched out on the stairs of the quad and relaxing in the hum of students moving around campus and the bright sunshine. Jared reaches out to touch the top of Jensen’s head. Jensen startles but then gives a small smile as he closes his eyes again. Jared pulls him in closer with a hand at his shoulder. He rests his head against Jensen’s and inhales, trying to be subtle when he smells shampoo, gel, and the underlying bits of Jensen that make him smile.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Sorry.” Jensen laughs but they’re interrupted when they first hear then see Sandy’s heels clicking down the cement stairs. “Hey!” Jared calls out and moves to watch her. “What’re you all dolled up for?”
She settles next to him, crossing her legs and tucking her skirt down so no one below will look up and see everything. “My Media Law trial. Bonus points for professionalism,” she smirks then gives Jared a high five. She looks around him to smile at Jensen. “How’re you, Jensen?”
He nods and gives a small smile.”Good.”
“How’d the trial go?” Jared quickly asks.
“I think I have to stand by my bonus points. One of my partners went on at length about the merits of legalized porn.”
“Porn is illegal?” Jared asks with humor.
“Exactly.”
Jensen’s phone beeps and as he reads it and snorts, Jared leans in. “What’s up?”
“Chris is having people over tonight. So glad they give me ample warning.”
“Another party?” Sandy asks with a bright smile.
Jensen glances between them. “Yeah, looks like.”
Her sweetness bubbles over when she happily says, “That’s awesome. The last one was great. I don’t know how you fit all those people in there.”
He rubs the back of his neck and smirks. “Think people find other rooms to hang out?” Turning to Jared, he leans in, pauses like he wants to say something, but then kisses quickly. “I should get some stuff cleared out before they start.”
Jared smirks. “Sure. What time should we show up?”
Jensen scratches through his hair again. “You really wanna go?”
“Yeah, of course.” He watches Jensen then tacks on, “Unless you didn’t want to?”
“No, no, it’s fine,” he quickly shoots back. “Just, after dark, whenever.” Jensen offers a quick wave to them both as he heads off.
“Everything okay?”
Jared looks at Sandy with knotted eyebrows. “Why?”
“He shot outta here.”
Jared thinks over the last bit of time and then he groans. “What if he didn’t want me to go? If he just wanted to be with his friends?”
“Wouldn’t he just say so?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he didn’t wanna hurt my feelings? He’s always joking I’m too attached, what if he’s really thinking that? And I just invited myself over to his house with all his roommate’s friends and I’m not even really welcomed?”
Sandy flicks an eyebrow. “You need to calm down.”
He inhales sharply. “I know. I know. I just can’t. I don’t wanna mess this up.”
“You keep fussin’ like this and you will.”
Jared glares at her. “That’s not really helping.”
“What do you want me to say?” she laughs.
“That he really likes me, too, and there’s no way I can mess it up.”
Her mouth quirks and she says, “He really likes you, too, and there’s no way you can mess it up.”
“Surprisingly? Doesn’t help.”
She laughs. “You asked.”
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He sticks close to Sandy when Mike and Misha go off in one direction and Chad and Tom take another. Jensen had already said hi and given him a quick kiss, but he said he had to take care of some house stuff and they should mingle as they could before he came back. It goes on longer than they’d imagined, but Jared and Sandy keep each other company, much like the party a few weeks ago. They drink and huddle in a corner, sharing conversation whenever any of their friends float by.
Jared leaves Sandy to Mike’s attention and coasts through the house, even grabbing onto Steve to ask about Jensen, but he doesn’t know. After a thorough basement and main floor search, he goes upstairs and finds Jensen in his room, fussing through a dresser. Jared slips behind, arms circling his waist as he kisses the back of his head.
Jensen stiffens for a second then says, “That better not be Rosey.”
He laughs and sucks at the side of Jensen’s neck. “I sure hope you’re not expecting him.” Turning his head, Jensen moves into a quick kiss before Jared releases him back to the dresser. Jared leans against the desk just next to it. “What’re you up to?”
“Trying to find my key so I can lock the room.”
“Does that mean we can’t use it?” Jensen turns to him and looks lost for a second or two before his eyes clear up. Jared asks, “You okay?”
He waves Jared off. “Yeah, no. I just … think I’m tired. It’s been a long week.”
“What’s up?” Jared asks with care but can’t manage to move closer because he’s starting to worry that his little fear of being too much too soon is a reality here.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Jared watches as Jensen goes through his dresser drawers, sweeping clothes this way and that, but coming up empty. He swallows hard and stares at the top of the desk when he asks, “Is it all too much?”
“Is what too much?” Jensen asks, distracted and still searching.
“This? Us?”
Jensen looks up and Jared can’t read what he’s thinking or what’s showing on his face, but it looks mostly unsure. “What’re you talking about?”
He clears his throat and spills it all without looking at Jensen, mostly just staring out the bedroom window onto the neighborhood below. “You joke that I’m too attached and co-dependent. Is it really too much? I can back off if you just say so. If I bug you too much and touch too much, just tell me.”
His face turns down for a long moment but then he has a slow, lazy smile. “Jesus, no. You’re just fine.” Jared turns to him and finally smiles when Jensen grabs at the edge of Jared’s shirt. “That’s not what’s wrong.”
“Then what is?”
Jensen frowns and looks out that same window. He takes a noisy, deep breath and exhales just as loud. “It’s no offense at all, I swear. But whenever I see Sandy, I think about that night you came out of the bathroom.”
Jared watches Jensen for a few seconds before it clicks and he frowns.
“I understand … what you said about it. About that arrangement. But it still kinda stings, ya know?”
His frown deepens and he looks away, freaking out a little that Jensen can’t look at one of his closest friends without recalling a bad night. He’s not sure what to say, so the first thing in his head comes out. “You wanna get outta here?”
“Yeah?”
He moves close, arms around Jensen’s waist, and he kisses his shoulder when he feels Jensen hug him back. Jared says against Jensen’s neck, “We can go back to my room. I bet Chad’ll be here all night.”
Even while Jensen holds him tighter and mouths along his throat, he says, “Didn’t you bring Sandy?”
Jared tries to quiet his sigh and just gives a tiny smile. “I’ll make sure one of the guys help her home.”
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They’re holding hands as they walk through campus, keeping to the best-lit walking paths. Jared threads their fingers together and squeezes. “So, you have to promise that when there’s something wrong, you tell me.”
Jensen laughs. “Trust me, I will have no problem telling you when you’re doing something wrong.’
He chuckles. “Not what I meant, but I guess I’ll take it.”
“So, what’re the plans? Watch some Lawrence Welk and drink soda pop? I know how you like to follow Chad’s rules.”
Jared laughs and brings Jensen closer. “Fuck Chad.”
“No, you’re not fucking Chad.”
He smirks. “Gosh, I never knew you were such a jealous little gay.”
Jensen rolls his eyes but still smiles. “You’re not allowed sex in the room, but what about blow jobs?”
“He never did answer that one, but I think we should just see what we can get done before he comes home.”
One eyebrow goes up and then Jensen chuckles and shakes his head. “You really like playing with fire. I’m not so sure I wanna test Chad’s will.”
“Seriously? Fuck Chad. He’s just jealous that I’m getting head and he’s not.”
Jensen looks at his watch. “He’s probably eight beers in. He just might be getting some now.”
“Unless there are girls at least ten beers in, he is so not getting blown.”
“And this is your friend,” Jensen points out.
“I know,” he nods. “And I know this well enough to know that he’s not getting any until the girls are trashed.”
“How much did you drink tonight?”
“You mean while you ditched me? Just a few.” Jensen chuckles and squeezes his hand and Jared goes on. “Enough to not have faith in Chad’s skills. Maybe another eleven and I’d be his wingman.”
“How does that work? You know, you liking dick and all.”
He frowns. “Not very well. I have a conscience and don’t wanna lead girls on. But it never stops Chad from asking.”
“And again, I can’t believe you choose to live with him.”
Jared chuckles. “It’s actually the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I mean, yeah, I get called homo and buttpirate on a regular basis, but the guy makes me laugh, too. And he’s clean and doesn’t smell. That is a huge upgrade from last year.”
Jensen pushes Jared up the stairs to his building. “I’m not sure how to feel with you defending him this much.”
Once they’re in the elevator, Jared pushes Jensen into the wall. “How do you feel about this?”
His hands slip into Jared’s back pockets and tug him even closer. “Not bad, but it’ll be good in a few,” he smirks.
Jensen kisses him hard, tongue thick in Jared’s mouth and pushing around. Jared fights back with his mouth, sucking on Jensen’s tongue and biting into his lips until the elevator dings and they stumble together with Jared’s arms wound around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling him back tightly. When they get to his room, Jared pushes Jensen against the door and sucks along his neck while he tries to dig the keys out and work the lock without moving away. It doesn’t work, and Jensen’s laughing at him. “Shut up, asshole,” Jared grumbles as he moves back enough to see what he’s doing.
They all but fall onto his thin bed, grabbing at clothes, pulling shirts off in an instant. Jared powers Jensen to his back and starts to work Jensen’s fly, but he’s pausing every few moments, not believing he can have this right now. It’s been just over a month, really, but it’s all he’s thought of for so many weeks and weeks before this. He pulls Jensen’s pants and boxers down then rubs up and around the thighs. Jensen stretches, arms above his head and he smirks as he watches Jared move in to lick along up his chest, kissing and mouthing across the bare skin without any plan for attack but to just taste Jensen. Jensen starts to sit up and reaches for Jared’s waistband. “Get outta these?”
Jared shuffles forward, kneels before Jensen, and lets him work his fly, pull his pants and boxers down. It’s an awkward angle, but soon enough, Jensen’s head tilts up and he’s sucking Jared down, using so much tongue, driving him crazy. Jared’s hand supports Jensen’s neck and he tries so hard to not push into his mouth, but it all feels too good to not move with him.
“Jensen,” Jared says gently, nudging him away, but he’s smiling. “Too much of that and we’d be done too soon.”
He slides up from underneath and helps Jared out of his pants, yanking the clothing down with his feet while his hands roam all over Jared’s body, not stopping anywhere for too long. Then he pulls Jared down to his lap and they’re grinding together, skin on skin like never before. Their kisses are proof of the surge they get from the feeling because their mouths are frantic and messy and noisy.
Jared suddenly whimpers when Jensen’s finger swirls around the edge of his hole. He breaks the kiss, pushing his forehead against Jensen’s. “Let me, please?” he pleads like he’s losing his mind. “I wanna do it. Wanna fuck you.”
Jensen chuckles, slowly pushing his finger in. “There’ll be time for that, too.”
He whimpers again, but then starts rocking onto Jensen’s finger. “Don’t know how long I’ve thought about it. Being inside you.”
“Think I can imagine,” Jensen says against Jared’s cheek. “Lube?”
“Fuck,” he whines and drops his head to Jensen’s shoulder. “You’re really gonna do this?”
“You really crying about this?”
“I just … I wanted to,” he mumbles.
Jensen’s hands roam Jared’s back and he mouths along the collarbone. “Jare, come on.”
“I don’t want to stop to look.”
He chuckles and releases Jared with a tiny smile. “Go look before I hurt you.”
He nods with a smile of his own, knowing that Jensen isn’t exactly long, but the girth is unimaginable. It really is going to hurt, but Jared’s just glad they’re finally here. Jared finds the lube and a condom in his dresser. Jensen works the condom on himself then Jared drizzles lube over Jensen’s fingers and puts some into his own hand. As he gets back into Jensen’s space, he starts stroking Jensen, which makes Jensen hum and close his eyes and blindly fumble his fingers around Jared’s ass. Jensen slides another in, working the hole open with distinct pressure while Jared keeps stroking Jensen’s dick.
It’s not much longer until Jensen grabs Jared’s hand to stop him. “You keep going and we’re done.”
Jared laughs and kisses Jensen, slowing only when there’s a third finger inside and he whimpers. His hand turns into Jensen’s, fingers curling over each other and holding tight.
“You okay?” Jensen asks quietly.
He nods against Jensen’s head and closes his eyes, concentrates on the burn subsiding until it feels good.
“Jared,” he says with wonder and maybe a little bit of worry. “You’ve done this before, right?”
His eyes are closed tight as he stutters back on Jensen’s hand. “I just … just one time. In high school. I …”
Jensen’s hand stills and the other moves to hold Jared’s head. “Jared?”
“Are you gonna stop?” Jared asks weakly. He knows Jensen can read the hesitation and truth in his eyes. When Jensen’s fingers slip out, he groans. “Come on.”
The hand stays at Jared’s ass, just touching gently as his voice is also soft. “What happened in high school?”
He takes a deep breath, figuring there’s no way to get around this, and he doesn’t want to lie about it. Jared pushes his face into Jensen’s neck so he doesn’t have to look at him when he lamely admits, “He just stuck it in. We didn’t do much.” Jensen strokes along the back of Jared’s neck. “I’ve done it. Just never … not to me.”
Jensen’s breath is loud in the quiet room but then he chuckles. He, too, sounds a bit pathetic when he says, “You don’t know how much I want to do this. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“How do you think I feel?”
He chuckles again but pulls away to look at Jared. “Think we should wait.”
“No, no, no,” he rambles on, holding Jensen’s face. “I want to do this with you. God, I want you to. Just … we can be slow, right? And careful? Right?”
“Jared, you’re nervous. You’re tense and nervous. Only gonna make it worse.”
He’s disappointed for sure, but there’s a small part of him that warms at Jensen dealing with him like this, with Jensen being so gentle about the situation. He kisses him softly then nearly whispers against Jensen’s mouth, “Just try it? And we can stop whenever you say. I want to. I want this.”
Jensen’s eyes glaze over with the last words and he kisses Jared, languid and easy while squeezing at his ass. His finger creeps up to the hole but he warns, “You have to tell me when to stop. You have to.”
Jared nods against him and hums when he has two fingers again, working and pushing in, up, around, stretching him. A third is painful again, but it subsides as they kiss and Jared focuses his energy and all feeling on Jensen’s mouth.
It works until Jensen pushes the fingers in deep and hard. “You ready?”
He takes a deep, loud breath and waits a few seconds. He nods, temple to Jensen’s, breathing heavy while Jensen withdraws his hand then guides Jared down. The press of Jensen’s dick into his hole is exactly what he thought it would be, blunt and thick. It’s a long, torturous slide until Jared is right down into Jensen’s lap and they’re both breathing rough.
Jensen’s head falls to Jared’s chest as he steadies his breathing and feels Jared’s heart through his chest, beating rapidly and thumping right against his forehead. “You have to tell me when to move.”
Jared shifts a little, feeling the solid mass burn again and he stops, waits for the hard stretch to not feel so hard anymore. “God, how big are you?” Jared whimpers. “This never hurts when I blow you.”
He laughs, feeling tension ease out of them both. “It is a fact that your mouth is bigger than your ass.”
“Fuck,” Jared sighs as he shifts again, but it doesn’t feel as bad. He rises a little, going up on his knees and feels Jensen’s dick slide out but then he moves back down, filling himself again.
“Oh, God,” Jensen whines. “You feel … you are,” he bites out as Jared does it again. Then again and they start up a rhythm as Jensen’s hands hold his hips and direct Jared right back to him every time.
There are small words shared, about how great it feels, and how hot it is, how much they love this. Jared still whimpers at certain movements, like he can’t decide if it actually hurts or if it’s a good kind of pain. Then Jensen pushes Jared’s hips faster because it’s so tight that he can’t last very long and decides to just put Jared out of his misery. One hand guides Jared while the other strokes him, which makes Jared whimper more, but in wonder. “I’m gonna … So close.”
Jensen kisses him, tongue thick in Jared’s mouth. He says against Jared, “Just do it, let it go.”
And he does. He lets his mouth go, muttering Oh, God … fuck … you, oh and other nonsense as he lets Jensen jerk him off until he shoots across their chests and stutters against Jensen’s body. Jensen holds him close and mouths along Jared’s collarbone as he pushes up and through the pulsing of Jared’s hole and then he comes, moaning against Jared’s skin before his body eases up and their muscles all but liquefy. Jared shifts up and off of Jensen, grabbing tissues to wipe down then he sits back while Jensen takes care of the condom and cleans himself.
The eyes look lazy and Jensen’s mouth is even more so when he motions a hand and says, “C’mere.”
Jared settles mostly on top of Jensen given how thin the bed is. He barely manages to sleep there on a regular basis, but adding Jensen makes it difficult. Though he is worn out enough to feel exhaustion easily drift over him. He shifts to bring the blankets up then moves back into Jensen’s space with arms tangled around each other. “Might’ve been easier in a bigger bed,” Jared mumbles.
Jensen laughs, pushing a hand through Jared’s hair. He rests his mouth at his hair and opens it to speak. But he just kisses Jared’s forehead and squeezes him in closer.
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