Fic: Stretch Right Up And Touch The Sky. RPS. Jensen/Jared. NC-17. Part 6
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Part 6
“So, we’re really gonna do this?” Jared asked, butterflies in his stomach.
Jensen smiled softly and pulled him in for a kiss that left him breathless and aching in his pants. “Yeah. We are.”
They gazed at each other for a long time. Jared wasn’t sure what Jensen was thinking about but by the heated look in his eyes it would be safe to guess it was somewhere along the same lines as his own thoughts.
“I’ll… I’ll see you tonight then,” he finally stuttered and Jensen nodded, squeezing his thigh lightly before letting him go.
Jared climbed out of the truck and gave Jensen a reassuring smile when he raised his eyebrow in question. He watched the car pull away from the curb and disappear at the end of the street, heart hammering in his chest.
They were really gonna do it. They were finally going to have sex. Real sex, not the Clinton kind. Not that he had anything against blowjobs; it was just that the thought of Jensen underneath him, of pressing into that hot tight body… It was enough to make him sport an erection that really had no place in the middle of the street in broad daylight.
Despite Jensen’s quips of Jared popping his cherry he had always kind of imagined that it would be the other way around. Maybe because Jensen was older it seemed like it should be that way. But Jensen had made it clear he wanted Jared to be on top their first time and Jared really had no words to describe how that made him feel. He knew it had a lot to do with Jensen’s lingering guilt about Jared’s age even now when he was finally sixteen and had been for over a week. That if they did it this way then at least Jared would be the one in charge. Didn’t matter that Jared told him over and over again it was all bullshit. That he wasn’t forcing him in any way, wasn’t taking advantage of him like he was a helpless kid. Nothing like that. But Jensen could be damn stubborn when he wanted to and this was something there was no changing his mind about.
Not that Jared really minded. Sure he loved when Jensen put his fingers in there, rubbing over that magic spot until Jared thought he’d pass out from the sheer goodness of the whole thing. But if anything he loved even more watching Jensen as he did the same to him. The way he would lose control, gasping for breath and slamming his palms down on the bed or grass or wherever they happened to be, pushing himself down on Jared’s fingers as if he couldn’t get enough of them. He’d make these sounds that went straight to Jared’s groin, whimpering and moaning and chanting Jared’s name as if there was nothing else in the whole world than him.
If a couple of fingers did that to him, how would he be when Jared pushed his cock inside?
God, his cock was gonna be inside Jensen’s ass! Like really, inside. Pushing into that tight heat, sliding in and out of Jensen’s body as he clenched around him, the way he used to do to Jared’s fingers. Just the thought was overwhelming. He better use the time he had to calm down and compose himself or it would all be over to soon. He needed to figure out the best way to do this. He needed… to go online and watch some gay porn.
Half an hour later he was anything but calmed down and the nervousness he’d felt earlier was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. For one thing the guys in those videos? They grunted a lot. And it didn’t always sound like it was the good kind of grunting. And not to be bigheaded or anything but those guys? Didn’t have half as big a cock as he had. If anything his cock had grown the last couple of months and he was having a hard time picturing it even fitting into Jensen. Like trying to squeeze a salami into a… a… very, very tight asshole! God, he’d never roll his eyes at his mother again when she started talking about how difficult it had been to give birth to eleven pounds of Jared Tristan Padalecki because this sounded very much like the same thing.
After rewriting the few notes he had made (the first draft got stained, twice) he looked over the list of points he had made.
1. Lots of kisses and making out first
2. Position?
3. Preparation is very important
4. Lube! Lots and lots!
5. Fingers first. Stretch.
6. Condom!
7. Push in very slowly and not speed up until he’s ready
8. Try and hit the right spot
9. Make it good!
He looked over the list, feeling even more overwhelmed than before. Usually when they were doing stuff, whether blowjobs or just jerking each other off, his brain kinda melted away and all he could think of was how good it was and try not to come too soon. So how was he supposed to remember all of this? And he only had… He checked the clock and jumped out of bed. Just an hour? And he hadn’t even showered yet!
Twenty minutes later he was clean and dressed and trying not to freak out. He could do this, right? He had to. He just needed to be calm and cool and remember everything on the li… Crap.
He flipped open his phone and pushed 3 on speed dial. The phone rang three times and then it was picked up, Jensen on the other end.
“Hi, hey.”
“Hey, Jared.” Jensen sounded happy, excited even and it calmed Jared down some. “You on your way?”
“Yeah, yeah, soon. I was just wondering, do you have…I mean… Do we need… stuff?”
“Stuff?” Jensen asked, sounding confused.
Jared blushed even though there was no one watching him. “Yeah, you know. For the… Don’t we need stuff?”
“Jared, you’re not making any sense.”
“You know… stuff stuff!”
There was silence and then Jensen snorted on the other end. “Are you talking about condoms?”
“Uhm… Yeah. And you know, the other stuff.”
“Lubrication.” He was definitely laughing now even if it sounded as if he was trying to hold it back. “Well, you know, Jared, I thought you’d bring that. Seeing as you’re the one who’s gonna use the… stuff.”
“Me?”
“Is that a problem? Because we can always reschedule…”
His eyes widened. “No! Not a problem. Right. I’ll get right on that.”
“You do that,” Jensen chuckled. “Just hurry up,” he added and then the line went dead, leaving Jared staring at the phone in his hand.
Like every other teenage boy he kept a condom in his wallet but it had been there for three years now and somehow he doubted that was a good thing. And what if they wanted to do it more than once? And slick? He looked at the bottle of lotion by his bed and cringed. He kinda doubted Jensen wanted his ass to smell like lavender.
So… buying stuff. He could do that. Sure, no problem. He’d stop by the drugstore on his way to Jensen’s and just… buy it. That’s what you did when you were in a relationship, you made sure everything was safe and good and that included… stuff. Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about buying tampons like his mom made his dad do. Because that would be awkward.
Ten minutes later he parked his bike outside the small and only drugstore in town, ten minutes before it closed. Just play it cool, that was the way to go. Cool and confident and… He walked inside the store and came face to face with the seventy year old clerk.
“What can I do you for, young man?” the man said tiredly, obviously looking forward to closing up.
“Erm… I need to buy…”
Just then the bell above the door rang and an old lady who had to be at least eighty walked in, cane in hand. She stalked right up to the counter, stopping by Jared’s elbow and gave him an impatient glare.
“Yes?” the clerk said calmly and Jared swallowed.
“Uh… I was gonna buy…”
The old lady tapped her watch and gave him a pointed stare.
“Uh… cough medicine!” He coughed pitifully into his hand, earning him another glare from the old witch and she took a step back in disgust. “Bad cough. Yes.”
The clerk frowned but went into the back and came out with a bottle of cough syrup. He rang up the purchase while Jared stood sweating and he paid in a hurry before running out, blushing so hard he was sure he stood out like a beacon.
Crap! Crap, crap, crap! Goddammit to hell! He glanced into the store but the old lady seemed to have decided to take up residence by the counter, talking in a hoarse voice about “youth today” and “no respect”. He checked his watch. The store would close in another five minutes, he was supposed to be at Jensen’s place in less than ten and the wicked old witch wasn’t moving. At all. What the hell was he supposed to do?
Just then he heard a familiar laughter and his head snapped up. Across the street Ben was whistling at some girls at least four years his senior, making lewd hand gestures and flicking his tongue at them. It was embarrassing. Ben really had no shame, at all.
Ben had no shame… Ben had no shame!
“Ben!” Jared yelled as he jogged across the street. “Hey, bro. Wanna earn twenty bucks?”
Ben eyed him suspiciously. “Maybe. What you need?”
Jared draped one arm conspiringly across Ben’s shoulders. “See that store? I need you to go in and ask for KY Jelly and some Trojans, ok?”
Ben’s eyes lit up and he laughed in delight. “Dude! You’re gonna fuck Jensen? Oh this is great! Fucking eh, man!”
“Shut up! Just go in there and buy it, ok, and I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
Ben shook his head. “Fifty.”
“Are you insane? I’m not gonna…” At Ben’s pointed look he gritted his teeth. “Fine. Fifty. Just… hurry up. They’re about to close.”
“Relax, dude. I got it under control.”
“Wait! I think I need… big ones?” He cringed.
Ben rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. I’m not blind.”
He walked confidently across the street and disappeared into the store. After a moment’s hesitation Jared followed and stood by the door, listening.
“Well, hello there, son. What can I help you with?”
“I need rubbers. You got any?” Ben asked cheerfully.
The clerk faltered and when Jared glanced inside he saw the old lady was staring at Ben with wide eyes, clutching at her chest.
“Rubbers?” the man stammered.
“You know, for my dick. I have a girlfriend now so I need to get me some stuff, if you know what I mean.” He winked at the old lady who sucked in her breath in horror.
The clerk glared at him. “Aren’t you a bit young for that sort of thing?”
“Nah, I’m small for my age. But don’t worry, she’s all legal. I kinda like them older. More experienced, right?” He elbowed the old witch and Jared was starting to worry that she was going to drop down dead from lack of air the way she was gasping.
“Well, I’ve never!” she said, outrageous, and Ben looked at her in surprise.
“Really? Never? Huh.” He gave her an incredulous look before turning back to the clerk. “Anyway, yeah. Wanna make her feel good. You got any of those ribbed ones? Or oh, with flavour! After all, if I’m gonna pop her cherry we might as well make it taste like one!” He leered.
“Young man, I don’t know where you get your ideas! We have the regular kind and that’s all.”
“No flavours or warts or anything?” Ben sighed. “Well, as long as they’re big enough. I’ve been told I’m quite the stallion. Give me a big box of Trojan Magnum.”
“A box?” the clerk gasped. “There are ten dozen in one box!”
“Well, we’ve got the whole weekend! Which reminds me, we’ll probably need some lube. Don’t want her drying up on me. KY, that’s the thing, right?”
The clerk gritted his teeth and slammed a tube of KY and two packs of condoms on the counter. “You can get three or twelve, that’s all.”
“Only twelve?” Ben sighed. “Oh alright then. But if we run out I’m blaming you.”
He paid for his purchases and whistled happily as he left the store, the clerk and the now ashen-faced old lady staring after him.
“Here you go, bro,” Ben said and tossed the bag at Jared as soon as he came around the corner. “Knock yourself out. Or him. Whatever. Where’s my money?”
Jared pulled out the bill and shoved it at Ben. “Now get out of here before the ambulance arrives.”
Ben frowned. “What ambulance?”
“For the old lady you just gave a heart attack.”
Ben grinned. “Did you see her face? Priceless, man.”
“Yeah, yeah, alright. Now go. And Ben? Don’t tell mom or dad.”
“Dude, what you take me for?”
Jared shook his head in amusement and got on his bike, plastic bag dangling from his hand. He had a date with Jensen’s ass and he had no intention of being late.
There was no car in the driveway when he got to Jensen’s house and he could hardly contain his excitement. It would be just him and Jensen and it was going to be absolutely perfect! He rang the bell, flipped up the collar of his jacket and when the door opened he drawled sexily, “Hey baby, I’m here to make your night complete.”
“Well, that’s sweet but I don’t swing that way,” said Jeff and grinned. “But you can come in anyway.”
“Uh, hi!” Jared squeaked. “Sorry about that. I thought… Jensen home?”
“He’s upstairs,” Jeff replied, barely containing his laughter.
Jared ran up the stairs, knocking twice on Jensen’s door before opening the door. Jensen was lying on the bed, reading and he barely looked up when Jared stepped inside. “Oh, hi.”
“Hi.” Jared shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. “So… your parents are home.”
“Yeah.” Jensen frowned at him. “Is that a problem?”
“Problem? No, no problem. I just thought…” He swallowed. Had he misunderstood the whole thing? “They’re not going out?”
Jensen shrugged. “Nah, my mom is tired. They asked if we could take Cody to see a movie. You don’t mind, do you?”
Jared hid the bag behind his back. “No. No, no. I don’t mind,” he choked out, trying desperately to hide his disappointment. He looked up to find Jensen grinning at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What?”
“Dude, I’m kidding. They’re leaving in about five minutes.” He shook his head and laughed. “You should have seen the look on your face, man!”
Jared stared at him. “Oh, you are so dead!” He tackled Jensen on the bed, tickling him until he was gasping for breath and there were tears running from his eyes. “You give up? Say I win!”
“I win!” Jensen laughed.
“Jackass. Not you, me! Say I win!”
“Ok, ok, you win. You are the ruler of the universe, my master and commander! I bow to your superior strength!”
“Now that’s more like it.”
There was a knock on the door and they sprang apart, flushed and panting. Jeff stuck his head inside and grinned widely at them. “We’re going now. You boys behave.”
“Yes, sir!” they replied in unison and he shook his head at them before closing the door again. They collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as they tried to get their breathing back to normal.
“So…” Jared finally said. “Are we gonna… you know, do it?”
Jensen turned his head to look at him. “Are you having second thoughts? Because we don’t have to.”
Jared turned on his side and propped up on one elbow, gazing down at Jensen with what he hoped looked like concern in his eyes and not the panic he was actually feeling. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“No.” Jensen shook his head, eyes determined. “No, I want this.”
“Ok, then.” He leaned over and kissed Jensen softly on the lips. Despite Jensen’s words Jared could feel the tension vibrating throughout his whole body, and for some reason that calmed his own nerves considerably. He might not know what he was doing but neither did Jensen and they would just have to learn together.
“Let’s just take it slowly,” he said and nibbled at Jensen’s lips. “We can just lie here and make out for a while. I like making out.”
“So I’ve noticed,” Jensen said with a smile. “You’re getting pretty good at it too.”
“Getting?” Jared repeated, faking insult. “Baby, I was born for this.” He noisily slobbered all over Jensen’s neck until he got pushed away with a loud ‘Ew!’ and Jensen choking with laughter.
“That is so gross! You are utterly disgusting!”
“Yes, but I’m cute!”
“That you are.”
They kissed again, licking and nibbling at each other’s mouths while their hands wandered. Jared’s nervousness was slowly fading as he got more and more turned on and by the time Jensen popped the button on his jeans and started to tug at his zipper he was hard as rock and panting shallowly.
“That okay?” Jensen asked as if he hadn’t had his hands, and mouth, down there more than often, but this was different somehow. Jared nodded and lifted his hips to help ease his jeans and underwear down. He’d already rid Jensen off his t-shirt and now got to work on his jeans as he kicked his own off the bed. He felt oddly shy all of a sudden; the way Jensen was gazing at him, especially his cock, made him feel more self-conscious than he was used to.
“Can we maybe… dim the lights?” he whispered and Jensen nodded. He grabbed a baseball that lay on his bedside table and threw it with obvious practice at the light switch. The main light clicked off, leaving them in the soft light of the bedside lamps and Jared breathed out in relief. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of the way he looked or that he didn’t want to drink in the sight of Jensen naked and gorgeous on the bed, it just had all seemed a bit too real in the harsh light and he didn’t care if it was girly or not, this was way more romantic.
“You want me to suck you first?” Jensen asked huskily, already moving down, but Jared stopped him and pushed him on his back on the bed instead.
“Let me,” he said. “I want you to be as relaxed as you can.”
“I’m okay,” Jensen answered but he didn’t argue, just lay back on the pillows and closed his eyes. Jared took a moment to kiss him softly on the lips before licking his way down Jensen’s chest, loving the way he shivered underneath him.
“You taste so good,” he said and Jensen laughed shakily.
“Hope you’d already eaten. I know your appetite, man. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally bite something off.”
“Don’t worry, I’m just gonna nibble,” Jared answered with a grin and scraped his teeth playfully over Jensen’s right nipple. “A little bit here and a little bit… there.”
He chuckled as Jensen hitched his breath, flicking his tongue over the now reddening flesh before continuing his travel downward. By the time he reached Jensen’s hipbones he was squirming on the bed, the tickling of Jared’s tongue bringing out mixed sounds of gasps and giggles.
Jared loved sucking Jensen’s cock. It wasn’t just the taste and the softness of the skin under his tongue but to feel the erection swell in his mouth, the thick vein pulsate against his lips, and if that wasn’t enough the sounds Jensen made were beyond anything he’d ever heard before. It made him wonder what Jensen would sound like once Jared got his cock inside him. If it was even close to what he was doing now he wasn’t sure he’d last more than a few seconds.
He could feel that Jensen was close, the lifting of his balls making the skin wrinkle a telltale sign, so he reluctantly let him slide out of his mouth, ignoring Jensen’s feeble protests.
“I want to try something,” he said breathlessly and nudged Jensen until he rolled over. Jared reached for a pillow and pushed it under Jensen’s hips, then spread his legs as far as he could, crawling up between them. He could feel Jensen tense, his thighs trembling, and he looked over his shoulder, uncertainty once again filling his eyes.
“Are you…?” he asked and Jared leaned over to kiss him, first on the lips and then between his shoulder blades as Jensen let his head fall back down.
“Not yet. Just relax.” He sat back on his hunches, wondering how he was going to do this and then decided to just go for it. Cupping Jensen’s cheeks in his hands he slid his thumbs down between and gently parted them. Then he leaned forward and licked a stripe up Jensen’s crack from the root of his balls and over the tight entrance.
“God! What are you...?” Jensen gasped and bucked on the bed.
Jared didn’t answer him, just let his tongue run back down until it stopped at Jensen’s entrance, where he licked experimentally, grinning when Jensen whined almost pitifully. Playing with Jensen’s body was kinda like playing an instrument, there were all kinds of beautiful sounds he could bring out just by the tip of his tongue. Talking of which… He made his tongue as hard as he could and then pushed inside.
“Jesus Christ!” Jensen’s ass jumped pretty much right in Jared’s face, bumping his nose and pushing his tongue in even further. Obviously he was doing something right. Pulling Jensen’s cheeks even further apart he set to work. It wasn’t long until Jensen was humping the pillow and practically sobbing Jared’s name, begging him to please, please give him more. Jared pushed one finger in alongside his tongue and that made Jensen almost frantic, much more than he’d ever been when Jared used just his fingers and nothing more. Clearly tongue play was the way to go. Well, for preparation anyway.
Jared’s own cock was almost painfully hard by now and he kept rubbing it against the bedspread, desperate for some friction. He was wondering when it would be appropriate to move on to the next stage when Jensen lifted his head and growled, “I swear if you don’t get that cock inside me I’m gonna kill you, Jared, so help me God.”
Guess now was a good a time as any. He sat up and wiped his face on the back of his hand before reaching over for the small plastic bag he’d left on the bedside table. Jensen lay still, panting on the bed, watching him with hooded eyes as he fumbled with the tube of jelly and shook out a couple of condoms on the pillow.
“Magnum?” he said with a smile and Jared could feel his face grow hot.
“Well, yeah. I thought…” He swallowed. “You think they won’t fit?”
“I’m sure they will,” Jensen said reassuringly and shifted on the bed. “How do you want me?”
“I was thinking maybe like this while I prep you and then, when we… uh… do it, you can be on your back.”
“Ok.” Jensen bit his lip. “Just… go easy.”
Jared stilled. “If at any time you wanna stop, just tell me. I promise I won’t mind. Any time. If you think it’s too much or something, just let me know.”
“I’m fine,” Jensen huffed but he did look nervous as hell and Jared wondered if maybe he should again offer to switch. He was gonna bottom eventually anyway, he might as well go first. But he’d been over this with Jensen many times and he very much doubted he’d changed his mind. Jensen’s chivalry was kinda hot in a ridiculous sort of way.
“This isn’t some macho contest, Jen,” Jared said slowly. “I want you to tell me if you want to stop. You’re not doing me any favors by making me hurt you.”
Jensen swallowed. “Ok, I promise. But I won’t. It will be good, I’m sure.”
“I’ll make it as good as I can,” Jared assured him and leaned over to kiss him until he could feel the hard lines of Jensen’s mouth soften and he breathed out, his shoulders relaxing.
Sitting up he popped the lid of the tube of jelly and squeezed out enough to coat two of his fingers. The jelly was cool and Jensen jumped when Jared touched him.
“Sshh, it’s okay,” he said soothingly. “We’ve done this before and we didn’t even have proper slick then.”
Jensen laughed shakily but breathed out, the dimples on his ass smoothing out as he relaxed. Jared pushed one finger gently inside, the way he’d learned the last couple of months, letting it ride in with the slickness of the lube and being careful not to scratch the delicate tissue with his fingernail. He prodded for a while, feeling Jensen’s tight hold slowly ease around his finger and not until he was confident Jensen was ready did he slide another finger in. This was familiar as well and after a while Jensen stopped resisting and started pushing back, his breathing shallow and labored.
“Ok?” Jared asked, out of breath himself just by watching the way Jensen was reacting to him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” came the muffled reply. “You’re good, Jare.”
“Ok.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, smiling when Jensen whimpered and tried to follow him, to push him back in. He squeezed out more lube, slicking up his ring finger as well. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said as he pressed his fingers together as tight as he could before sliding back inside. It was a lot tighter this time and he stopped once he was past the first knuckle, feeling how Jensen tensed and then he stopped breathing.
“Too much? Jen?”
“Just… wait a minute.”
“Ok.” He sat back, holding his hand absolutely still. Jensen clenched around him, gripping his fingers like a vice, and Jared stroke his thigh, mumbling soothing words about how good he was doing and how amazing it felt, touching him like this. After a while he felt Jensen ease the grip and then he nodded.
“I’m okay,” he said, voice strangled. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s weird but… It’s a good weird.”
“Alright.” Jared gave him a few more moments to adjust and then pushed gently. There was only the slightest resistance and then he was sliding inside, fingers disappearing into Jensen’s body until his knuckles rested against the tailbone.
“Oh God.”
He froze. “Bad?”
“No-o.”
“Can I move?”
“Yeah. Yeah, just… slowly.”
Jared nodded and carefully moved his fingers, twisting them slightly before sliding them almost all the way out. “Like this?”
“Ungh.” That was definitely a good grunt.
He smiled then pushed his fingers back inside, the earlier resistance completely gone now. It was still impossibly tight but he didn’t seem to be hurting Jensen and that was all that mattered. He slid his fingers in and out a few times before pushing them all the way in and curling his fingertips. Jensen jerked on the bed, a half-strangled yelp escaping his lips and Jared froze again.
“Did I hurt you?”
Jensen shook his head. “No. Do it again.”
Oh. Jared grinned. He curled his fingers again; rubbing the fingertips repeatedly over that magic spot he was by now sure God had given them just for this. And wasn’t that a slap in all those self-righteous homophobes’ face?
Jensen was squirming by now, humping the pillow and mewling desperately, seeming unable to form any words. He was loosening up, even allowing a little bit of blood to circulate back into Jared’s by now no doubt bluish fingers.
“You ready?” he finally asked hopefully and Jensen nodded frantically.
“Yeah. Come on, Jare. Want you.”
“Turn over.”
He pulled his fingers out and helped Jensen turn over on his back, relieved to see he was fully hard and leaking. Those porn guys he’d been studying tended to go limp if they were hurting or if they weren’t into it and he’d been terrified that would happen. Jensen was gazing up at him with dark and hooded eyes, his lips slack and swollen from where he no doubt had been gnawing them, and a flush went all the way from his ears and down his chest.
“Knees up,” Jared said hoarsely and hitched his breath when Jensen instantly complied. He fumbled for the condoms, dropping them twice before he managed to get his hold on one, and he bit into the foil with his teeth. It ripped open and he pulled the condom out, looking at it with trepidation. He really should have practiced beforehand. It was so thin and slippery and he cursed as he tried and utterly failed to roll it on.
“How is anyone supposed to be able to do this?” he growled, finally pinching a hold of it with his fingernails and quickly jerking it on. He was just about to grin in triumph when there was a slick ripping sound and out poked the head of his cock. “Fuck!”
Jensen sat up, laughter in his eyes. “Here, let me.” He pulled the ruined condom off, threw it aside and picked up a new one. He had it opened and rolled on within seconds.
“How did you…? You’ve done this before?” Jared asked, feeling apprehensive.
“Dude, some of us practice. Why do you think I didn’t have any left?” Jensen smirked at him and then lay back down, licking his lips. “Now give it to me, big boy.”
Jared laughed nervously and looked down. Now his fingers weren’t inside anymore the entrance looked just as small as before, if maybe softer and slightly swollen. He felt it with his fingers, slipping them briefly inside just to make sure that yes, Jensen was still slick and as lose as he was before. Then he raised his head and held Jensen’s gaze as he moved forward and slowly pushed ins-
A door slammed and they both froze. Voices could be heard down in the hall and then the unmistakable sound of someone ascending the stairs.
“Oh shit!” Jensen scrambled to sit up, staring at the door in panic. “They are not supposed to be home! Why are they home?!” He fell out of bed and fumbled for his clothes. “Hurry!”
It was a flurry of panicked movement as they each tried to sort out their clothes and get dressed. Jared gave up on finding his underwear, just slipped the jeans on and was pulling his t-shirt over his head as the knock came on the door. Jensen threw Jared his PSP and quickly swept the lube and condoms off the bedside table and under the bed before calling out in a rather breathless voice, “What?”
Jared’s heart hammered in his chest, he was hot and flushed and, oh God, still achingly hard, but he tried as he could to look innocent when Jeff popped his head inside, an apologetic grin on his face.
“Sorry, boys. We had to cut our evening short because your mother got a headache.” He looked them both over with a badly suppressed grin. “Everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine, Mr. Morgan,” Jared said and threw him his most brilliant smile.
“That’s good.” Jeff nodded. “Jared, how about you come downstairs for a moment so we can have a talk.”
“Jeff!” Jensen hissed.
“What? I just want to have a word with the boy. Don’t worry, I won’t steal him for too long. Jared?”
Jared looked from Jeff to Jensen, but really he didn’t have much choice. “Sure. Yeah.”
He gave Jensen a shrug and stood up, thankful that his erection had subsided somewhat. They left Jensen scowling in the room and headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Jeff opened the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself and a soda for Jared. He accepted it with a stiff smile, feeling increasingly nervous. What the hell did Jeff want to talk about?
“So… Jared. It’s getting pretty serious between the two of you.”
Jared swallowed the sip he’d just been taking and coughed awkwardly. “Yes?”
Jeff smiled and patted his back amiably. “Now there’s no need to be worried. I like you, Jared. You’re a great change from the assholes Jensen’s been dating before. Don’t know what’s up with that boy, he seems to attract the worst kind of guys. Until now.”
Jared blushed. “Uh… thank you.”
Jeff smiled and drank from his beer, eyes never leaving Jared. Jared tried to look as calm as he could but those piercing eyes were very unsettling.
“Now I can see how much you care about him,” Jeff continued, “and how much he cares about you and I know how it is with kids your age. It’s all sex on the brain.”
Jared choked on the soda, drops of it spurting out of his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Oh God. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling himself blush ten shades of red. “Mr. Morgan, I assure you…”
“No, no. Don’t even try. Hell, I remember how it was. And I’m not gonna tell you you shouldn’t. Just… be safe, Jared. Use protection and be careful and we shouldn’t have a problem.”
Jared stared at him. “Uh… okay. I mean, of course,” he hurried to add. “I’m very responsible and Jensen, he’s like a boy scout so you don’t need to worry at all. I mean, if we were doing anything like that which…”
“Jeff, are you done terrorizing him?” said Jensen’s voice from the doorway and Jared jumped. He gave Jensen a grateful look, thanking him over and over in his head for saving him from further humiliating himself.
“I’m not terrorizing him,” Jeff was saying but there was laughter in his voice and when Jensen only gave him a pointed look he laughed out loud and stood up, thumping Jared on the shoulder. “It was nice talking to you,” he said. “And remember what I said.”
“Yes, sir. Of course,” Jared stammered and Jensen gave him an odd look.
“You okay?” he asked as soon as Jeff had left the kitchen. “He wasn’t mean to you or anything?”
“No. Nothing like that. He just wanted to… talk.” Jensen still looked suspicious but Jared gave him a smile and after a while he visibly relaxed and smiled back.
“I should probably get going,” Jared said reluctantly and stood up. Jensen looked disappointed but he nodded and together they walked to the door. Well, Jensen walked. Jared more… wobbled.
“Are you okay? You’re walking kinda funny,” Jensen asked with a frown.
“Well, yeah.” Jared blushed and discreetly tried to adjust himself in his pants before lowering his voice and whispering, “I forgot to take the condom off.”
Jensen’s eyes widened and then he burst out laughing, pressing his face into Jared’s shoulder to muffle the almost high-pitched sounds coming from his throat as he wheezed for air. “Oh God!”
“It’s not funny! It’s all slippery and wet and keeps sliding down.”
Jensen gazed up at him, eyes crinkling with amusement and his breath still hitching slightly. Then he got a sly look on his face and before Jared realized what he was doing Jensen had slipped his hand down the front of his pants. After some maneuvering and rather unnecessary groping he came up with the wet condom in his hand and slipped it casually into his own pocket. “Now is that better?”
“Unghu?” Jared moaned. He was already getting hard again and he had to ride his bike home! “That’s just mean,” he hissed.
“What?” Jensen blinked innocently. “You better get home now, Jared, before your mom starts worrying about you.”
“Evil,” Jared mumbled and slipped on his sneakers. “Evil, evil boyfriend.”
“Hey.”
He turned to Jensen with a scowl and got a set of wet lips, pressed against his and all his annoyance melted away. He pulled Jensen in closer and kissed him until he had to come up for air, the hard on in Jensen’s pants now matching his own.
“You wanna go see a movie tomorrow?” he asked rather breathlessly. “Since it’s our anniversary and all?”
Jensen nodded, the pink in his cheeks reaching from the tips of his ears and down below the collar of his t-shirt. “Yeah. That… That would be nice.”
“We can sit in the back and make out and after we could borrow Jeff’s truck maybe and have a moonlight date at the lake.” He kissed Jensen hard. “Bring the stuff and I’ll finish what we started,” he added, reaching down to cup the now obvious bulge in Jensen’s pants.
Jensen sucked in his breath. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good.”
“Ok, it’s a date then.” Jared gave him a smile and then slipped out the door, leaving Jensen hard and panting in the hallway. Hah! Jensen wasn’t the only one who knew how to cocktease.
Now how to ride the bike home without coming in his pants…
He still could hardly believe they’d been together two months. Sometimes he even had a hard time believing he was dating Jensen in the first place. That Jensen, the hottest and awesomest guy to ever walk the planet, was dating him, Jared, superdork and all around goofy klutz. It was quite the miracle.
He wanted to give Jensen something to mark the day but he had no idea what to give a guy that wouldn’t come of as girly. Not flowers or chocolate or anything like that. Jewelry sounded rather stupid too but he still kinda wanted Jensen to have something he could carry around on him always.
He spent the next day browsing the shops, trying to find anything that might be appropriate, but coming up empty handed. He was just about to give up when he came upon a small stand that was selling homemade jewelry, earrings and necklaces and bracelets. Well, earrings were obviously out and even if a couple of the necklaces caught his eye he wasn’t sure Jensen would like them. He picked up a couple of bracelets instead. They were made of leather with a few beads tastefully placed. They didn’t look girly at all, in fact they looked very manly and kinda cool. He contemplated getting them a matching pair but it felt too mushy so in the end he just bought one, trying it on his own wrist before slipping it into his pocket with a smile.
They had agreed to meet outside the theater and at a quarter to eight Jared stood awkward on the sidewalk, fingering the bracelet in his pocket. He felt oddly nervous. What if Jensen didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too much? Or too little? Maybe he should have just bought him that Nintendo game he’d been eyeing?
“Hey, Jared. Wow, haven’t seen you in a while.”
He jerked awake from his musings to find Sandy gazing up at him with her wide brown eyes.
“Oh hey, Sandy,” he said warily. Close to two months of absence had done nothing to diminish the hopeful look in her eyes and he inwardly sighed. He hadn’t really seen her since summer vacation started, hadn’t really even thought about her either. He met up with Chad every now and then but most of his time was spent with Jensen. They weren’t hiding their relationship but they weren’t flaunting it either and he guessed the memo must have slipped Sandy by.
“What are you doing here?” she asked and looked around curiously. “Waiting for someone?” Her voice was cheerful but he could detect a hint of trepidation in it.
“Actually, yeah. Jensen. We’re gonna see the new Coen movie.” Jensen’s choice, not his. He’d wanted to see Saw IV but been told in no way would he get a single kiss if they did. That had pretty much killed that idea.
She visibly relaxed, her smile returning tenfold. “Oh, I’ve really wanted to see that one. Hey, do you think he’ll mind if I tag along?” She batted her eyes at him, hopeful.
Jared blinked. “What?” Why on earth would she think it was okay to crash in on a date? And then he realized that she had no idea it was a date. As far as she was concerned they were just two guys going to see a movie. “Sandy, listen…”
“You know, I’ve been wanting to ask you…” She looked away, obviously embarrassed. “I know it’s not exactly the way it’s supposed to go but I was wondering if maybe I could ask you out on a date?”
Jared opened his mouth, trying to find a way to let her down easy. She was a nice girl and it wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t interested. “Sandy, I really like you…” he started but that was obviously the completely wrong thing to say because her face lit up and she laughed happily.
“Oh Jared, I really like you too!” she said and threw her arms around his neck. “I like you very, very much.” And then she jumped in his arms and planted a big wet kiss right on his lips.
He froze, arms instinctively coming up to her waist to keep her from falling. He tried to push her away but she was incredibly strong for being such a small girl and all he could do was breathe through his nose and get ready to tell her off the moment she let go of his lips.
Which was when he heard the familiar rumbling of a truck and looked up just in time to see Jensen staring at him in stunned shock from the driver’s seat, and then his mouth set in a thin hard line and he pulled back into traffic, running a red light as he speeded away. Fuck!
He jerked his head to the side and pushed Sandy off him so hard she stumbled and almost fell to her knees. “Get off me! Fuck! Jensen!” he yelled and ran into the street but the truck was already gone. “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!!”
“What is wrong with you?” Sandy yelled at him, tears in her eyes. “I thought…”
“Well, you thought wrong!” He turned to face her, his voice rising in anger. “Sandy, I’m gay. And you just kissed me in front of my boyfriend who now thinks I’m cheating on him. With you!” He suddenly felt faint and sat down hard on the curb, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh God! What am I gonna do?”
“You’re… gay?”
“Yes! God, Sandy, you’ve been throwing yourself at me for over a year! Didn’t you ever stop to think that maybe I wasn’t interested?”
“Oh God! I can’t believe…”
He lifted his head to glare at her. “Honestly? I don’t care. You need to have a small meltdown or tell me I’m doomed to hell or whatever, do it in your own time.” He stood up, rubbing a palm over his face. “I need to go fix this mess you made, see if he even wants to talk to me.”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea. Jared…”
“No. Just leave me alone.”
He hurried away, leaving her standing dumbfounded on the sidewalk as he pulled his cell out of his pocket. He hit 3 on speed dial and listened to it ring. When it was picked up he exhaled in relief but it got cut off immediately before he could get a word in. Shit! He tried again but the ringing kept being cut off and it wasn’t until his tenth call that he finally got Jensen’s voice.
“Jared, don’t call me again. Ever!” it said coldly and the line went dead.
No! Nonono! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to love each other forever and ever. They were supposed to make out in the back row of the movie and then have sex by the lake. Jared was supposed to give Jensen his bracelet!
He’d taken the bus downtown but in his despair he’d just started running homewards, not noticing the dark clouds gathering above. He was hurrying through the cemetery as the sky opened and rain poured down on him, soaking him through in less than a minute. How very fitting.
He stumbled through the cemetery, wishing himself dead, wishing Jensen would find him dead and cry over him, knowing he had died of a broken heart. He imagined his own headstone, saying “Here lies Jared Padalecki. We’re glad to see him go, the cheating bastard. May he burn in Hell.” It made him sob with self-pity.
Oh God, his life was over!
When he finally stumbled home two hours later he was soaking wet and shaking. His mother came out as she heard the commotion in the hallway and rushed forward when he fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for breath.
“Oh Jared, honey! What happened?”
“I think I’m dying,” he choked out and started crying.
“Let’s get you inside and out of these wet clothes first,” she said soothingly and helped him to his feet. He clung to her like he was five years old again and had just lost his favourite toy to that nasty dog next door.
“I’ve lost him,” he sobbed and buried his face in her neck. “He won’t… he won’t even talk to me!”
“Jared, honey, I can’t…” She huffed, stumbling under his weight. “Sweetie, you’re way too big for me to hold you up. Come on, just up the stairs and then I’ll cuddle with you as much as you want.”
“He thinks I cheated on him but I didn’t!” Jared continued, oblivious to her struggling. “I didn’t, I swear! She just kissed me, I didn’t do anything.”
“Ah.” She pulled him up the stairs and gently pushed him into his room. “Ok, now take your pants off.”
“I’m gonna die alone!” he wailed and she sighed, struggling to unbutton the wet denim.
“No, you won’t. I’ll be here with you. And you’re not gonna die anyway.”
“He hates me! Jensen hates me!”
“I’m sure he doesn’t. Some help here, honey.” She finally managed to get him out off the soaking wet clothes and he was so wrapped up in his own misery he didn’t even flinch when she stripped him naked of his underwear as well before pushing him down on the bed. “Now under the covers and I’ll bring you some hot tea.”
“There’s no use. My life is over!” he cried into his pillow and she patted his wet hair.
“Now just you calm down and I’ll be right back.”
He was asleep and snoring before she was halfway down the stairs.
The next couple of days went by in a haze. He ran a high fever and slipped in and out of consciousness as he dreamed of Jensen chopping at him with an axe and Sandy bouncing up and down on his dick while Ben and Cody recorded the whole thing on a video camera.
“Fucking-eh, this will be great for our school project. We’re gonna show it on the big screen so the whole school will see what you did.”
Ben cackled evilly and then Jeff was there with a rod, beating Jared furiously while growling, “This is what you get for hurting my son!” Tom threw back his head and laughed before pushing Jensen to his knees and whipping out his cock. “Watch and learn, kid,” he said and thrust into Jensen’s mouth.
Jared woke up, gasping and whimpering, only to slip back into the same dream over and over again.
When the fever finally broke on the third day he was exhausted and depressed and his mother was starting to look increasingly worried.
“Jared, sweetie, you’ve got to snap out of this. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. If you just talk to him...”
“Maybe it’s for the best,” his dad said from the doorway. “That girl, Sandy, she really does like you. She’s been calling here twice a day.”
“Gerald! Stop it!
“What? I’m trying to help.”
“Jared is gay. He doesn’t have any interest in that girl. Right?” she asked and turned to Jared who was watching the rather surreal argument taking place in front of him through a haze. “I mean, you didn’t do anything to make her think…”
“No! She kissed me! I didn’t do anything! I don’t want her. I just want Jensen.” He coughed and fumbled for the cell phone by his bed. “I need… I need to call him. Again. I need to call him again.”
She sighed but didn’t argue, just watched him with sad eyes as once again the ringing was cut off. “I don’t think you can do this over the phone,” she said sympathetically. “Just focus on getting better and then you can go over there and talk to him face to face.”
“What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he never wants to see me ever again?”
“Well, then I’ll go with you and help you kick his ass!”
Jared stared at her. “Mom! Did you just say ‘ass’?”
“No. Now get some rest,” she said firmly and ushered her amused husband out of the room.
It took him three more days until he was well enough to be allowed out of the house and the first thing he did was to ride his bike to Jensen’s home. He rang the bell, out of breath and feeling sick with nervousness but it was Jeff who opened the door, not Jensen.
“Jared,” he said, the familiar grin nowhere to be seen. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you in.”
“I need to explain!” he begged. “It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it. She just grabbed me!”
Jeff sighed. “Honestly, I don’t even know what went down but he refuses to get out of his room and has banned me from ever letting you in. There’s really nothing I can do.”
“But I need… Jensen!” he yelled in through the door. “Jensen, please!”
Jeff pushed him back and started to close the door. “Son, you need to go. We can’t have this kind of ruckus here. Just give him some time and I’m sure he’ll come around.”
“How can he come around if he doesn’t even know what really happened? Please, Mr. Morgan, I need to see him. I need to explain.”
Jeff shook his head. “Please leave now. And don’t even think about using the ladder, boy, I’ve chained it to the wall.”
Damn!
The door shut in his face and he stood out of breath and defeated on the porch, feeling perfectly hopeless. So that was it. They really were over. Forever.
Dazed he grabbed his bike and got on, not really knowing where he was headed, he just felt like he was suffocating and desperately needed air. He was going faster and faster as he reached the end of the street, eyes still unfocused and mind numb.
He never even saw the car coming.
He woke up in a world of white and for a moment he panicked, thinking he’d actually died and gone to Heaven. But as the room around him slowly came into focus he realized he was lying in a hospital bed. And that everything really, really hurt.
“Ow,” he moaned and someone was instantly by his side, a cool hand stroking his forehead.
“Oh sweetie, you had me so worried,” his mother said in a choked voice. “Me and your dad both.”
“What happened?” he croaked out, now spotting his dad hovering behind her.
“You were in an accident, honey. But you’re going to be alright. The head injury knocked you out for a couple of days but they think you’re going to be fine.”
“Accident?” He frowned and that’s when he saw that his leg was set in cast and hanging in traction. “My leg!”
“It’s going to be alright,” his dad said soothingly. “It’s just broken. You’ll be out of the cast in another six weeks.”
“Six weeks!” He let his head fall back on the pillows, groaning in misery. “I’ll miss the rest of my summer vacation!”
His mother slapped his arm angrily. “Now you listen to me, Jared Tristan Padalecki! You are lucky that was all you broke. The driver said you didn’t even slow down, just rode your bike straight into traffic. What’s wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed!”
He flinched, surprised by her anger. “I was distracted, ok? I went to see Jensen and he refused to see me.”
Everything suddenly came back to him and he hitched his breath, tears springing into his eyes. “Mom, I think it’s over. I tried but it was no good. He hates me.” He closed his eyes, pulling the covers over his head. “I don’t know what to do without him.”
“Well, at least there I can give you some good news.”
Confused he pulled the covers back down to find her nodding at the door. Jensen was hesitantly entering the room, looking frantic with worry.
“Is he…?” he asked in a small voice and Jared didn’t think he’d ever heard anything more beautiful.
Jared’s mother smiled at Jensen, beckoning him in. “We’ll leave you boys to chat but not for long, Jared needs his rest.”
She pulled her husband with her out of the room, closing the door behind her, and they were left looking at each other awkwardly.
“Hey,” Jensen finally said and moved closer.
“Hey,” Jared echoed, uncertain. “How did you know I was here?”
“Chad.” Jensen gave a small smile. “Apparently he was gonna kick my ass if I didn’t get over here pronto. Not that I wouldn’t have,” he hurried to add. “Soon as he told me I got here as fast as I could. Been waiting for two days for you to wake up, ” he finished quietly. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Jared bit his lip. “Oh.” He should probably say he was sorry but he didn’t really want to. After all Jensen had broken his heart.
After a few minutes of awkward silence Jensen finally asked softly, “How are you feeling?”
“Hurt,” Jared said, his lower lip wobbling. “Very hurt.”
Jensen’s eyes widened in alarm. “Do you need more drugs? You want me to call someone in?”
Jared rolled his eyes. “No, I’m hurt because of you. How could you think I cheated on you, Jen? And then you wouldn’t even see me, wouldn’t let me explain.”
Jensen bit his lip, looking uncertain. “I saw you. With Sandy. And I just…”
Jared sighed in frustration. “Jensen, I’m gay. I’m a gay guy who had the most amazing boyfriend in the world. You really thought I was the kind of guy who’d cheat on you? On our two month anniversary? With a girl?”
Jensen looked down, cheeks blushing. “I’m sorry. I just… I got so mad. And I thought…”
“She jumped me, man. I don’t know what she was thinking but she obviously misunderstood something because she jumped me and kissed me and that’s when you showed up. I never kissed her back; I was just trying to pry her off me without dropping her on her ass.”
A smile tugged at Jensen’s lips. “Yeah?” he asked, looking hopeful.
“Yes! And if you’d just let me explain I could have told you right then and not had to have spent the last week feeling miserable.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen said again and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I screwed up. I just… I got so mad. And hurt. And I know I didn’t answer your phone calls but I was too angry to talk to you over the phone. If you’d just showed up sooner…”
Jared sighed. “I was sick in bed, Jen. I got sick walking home from downtown, where you left me, in the pouring rain! I was out of it for days. I came over as soon as I could and you wouldn’t even let me see you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know.” He bit his lip. “Sorry.”
Jared suddenly felt incredibly tired. He closed his eyes and muttered, “You broke my heart.”
“You broke my heart,” Jensen argued but Jared shook his head.
“No, I didn’t. You thought I did but I didn’t do anything. But you, you deliberately broke my heart, Jen.” He pouted. “And then my leg too!”
Jensen sputtered. “I didn’t break your leg! A car broke your leg!”
“Because you broke my heart and I was blinded by grief.” Jared sighed dramatically. “I’m a broken man, Jen. A broken and damaged man. Nothing will heal me.”
“Jare, your leg will heal in a few weeks. And your heart…” Jared could hear Jensen swallow. “I’d like to mend that if you let me.”
Jared opened his eyes. “Yeah? You want…”
“If you want.”
Jared’s face broke into a smile. “Does that mean I’m your boyfriend again?”
Jensen smiled back. “Yes,” he said and crawled up on the bed, pressing his lips against Jared’s. They kissed as if they hadn’t seen each other for months instead of days, with Jensen pressed up against Jared’s side, one arm over his chest to keep from falling off the bed.
“My parents…” Jared finally gasped.
“Are probably in the hall, talking to my parents.”
“Oh God.”
“Yep.” Jensen nuzzled against his neck, fingers tangled in Jared’s hair. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Jared said and kissed him again. “And I’m gonna show you just how much… soon.” He sighed, his eyes slipping close again. “But now I’m kinda tired,” he mumbled and Jensen’s arm tightened around his chest.
“Rest and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.” Jensen kissed his ear. “And as soon as I get you alone at home? We’re gonna pick up where we left off one week ago.”
Jared’s eyes sprung open. “But… What about my leg?”
“Don’t worry. You just lay on your back, nice and easy, and I’ll ride you like a pony,” Jensen whispered huskily in his ear. “Slow and sweet and long until you forget all about that damn leg.”
“Ungh,” Jared moaned.
Jensen laughed softly. “Now sleep,” he said and kissed Jared on the cheek.
Really, for being a virgin Jensen was the most talented cocktease in the world. Well, not for much longer, Jared thought as his eyelids started to drop. Soon as he was out of here Jensen’s ass was his!
He dreamt of Jensen in a nurse uniform, riding him like a pro. Whether it was because of the drugs or the fact that Jensen slept peacefully right beside him… Did it really matter?
Epilogue