J2 Big Bang - Gone In An Instant (Or Here Til The Bitter End) -Jared/Jensen NC-17 Chapter 1/13
Eeep. Big Bang Posting Day. HereChapt we go. Much love and thanks to leopardchic79 for talking me off the ledge in posting this crazy piece and urging me to a) write it and b) big bang it. Much love to dulcetine for being an amazing artist and just getting the fic so well with her art.
Fic title: Gone In An Instant (Or Here Til The Bitter End)
Author name: goddess_julie
Artist name: dulcetine
Genre:(rps, wincest, het, gen, etc.) RPS AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 65,551
Summary: This is your typical college AU where Jensen is studying to be a physiotherapist and Jared is taking IT. They meet in the doggie park with their respective fur babies and then keep randomly meeting. There is an ultimate frisbee challenge where Jared's manhood is in question, bicurious best friends hooking up (Danni/Gen), misunderstandings and complete understandings. There is angst, hot sex, doggie play dates, Jensen questioning what is happening with his life and Jared there to patch him back up when he falls apart. Add in Chad with a broken arm from a keg stand, Misha Collins MD, Chris and Steve playing music, with a side of steamy girl/girl exploration and that is what this fic is. College life at it's absolute peak.
Jared chuckled as Tank pulled on his leash. He wanted to run, join the half dozen other dogs that were already at the off leash park but kept nearly choking himself on his collar from the iron grip hold Jared had on him. “Stop whining,” Jared said with a laugh, only to receive an unimpressed glare in response. Tank made a running dash to catch up to his friends and once again a yelp resonated in the crisp air as Tank jerked backwards, unable to pull Jared’s weight with his own.
They had been visiting the off leash area at Trinity Park for a few weeks now and all it would take was a simple “wanna go play?” from Jared to get Tank from zero to sixty in seconds. The moment they hit the gate and Jared stepped inside, the puppy sat nicely, knowing what his master would demand before letting him off his leash.
“Okay you beast, go. Run and play with your friends.” All Jared got was a happy bark in response before Tank was off and trying to catch up with the other dogs that were in the middle of an intense game of tag. With a quick glance around the area, he recognized quite a few of the other dog owners present. They often met up a few times a week for doggy play dates once they were sure their respective pets would get along.
The sound of intense growling and barking interrupted the conversation that Jared was having with one of the other owners. Before he could turn his head to check the source of the noise he heard someone calling out, “Hey, whose dog is this?”
“Tank,” another voice called out, scolding Jared’s dog. Jared turned his head to see Adrianne, a friend of Jared’s, approach Tank. At the sound of her voice Tank lowered his head and whimpered before turning one more time to the other person standing with them and growled.
With a surprised laugh, Jared jogged over. It wasn’t until he looked at the other man standing before him that he stopped and his eyes nearly bugged out. Short light brown hair stood at all ends, twinkling green eyes were watching him with disbelief while plush lips looked locked in an ‘o’ of surprise.
“Thanks Addy,” Jared nearly stuttered affording his friend a brief glance before looking once more at the guy beside her.
“No problem Jared. You need to keep that killer on a leash.” Adrianne winked playfully as she smiled and headed back to where her own dog was trying to escape through an open link in the fence.
“Sorry, did he attack you?” Jared said, glaring down at Tank who was now hiding behind Jared’s long legs. Two sad and conveniently innocent eyes looked up at him. When the other man went to speak Tank began to bark with as much of a menacing growl as he could. “TANK. No, that’s not how we speak.” Once more, Tank bowed his head and whined, understanding that his master was not happy with him.
“I’m really sorry,” Jared repeated, “He’s…”
“A purse dog,” the plush lips said with a hint of mockery.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s a purse dog. You own … a purse dog.”
Tank growled as if he knew the stranger was insulting him.
“He’s a Yorkie.”
“Purse dog,” the stranger nodded as though they were in agreement. “And his name is Tank?”
Jared knew he was blushing. This would not be the first time someone made fun of his dog, or the fact that he himself was over six feet tall and he had what was possibly the most feminine dog known to man. Or the most cliché for a gay man, he wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing. But he loved Tank and he wouldn’t have some stranger, no matter how hot he was and how well he filled out a pair of jeans, mock him. Or Tank. Before he could make his retort, a beautiful Boxer approached, snuffling against the stranger’s thigh before sitting down. This only furthered Tank’s annoyance at the man and he started up again, staking his claim on the park by barking and baring his teeth.
“I’m really sorry,” Jared said as he attached Tank’s leash to his collar. He’s usually much…”
“Less of a bitch?”
“Confrontational,” Jared corrected with a cocked eyebrow. He could see the teasing lilt in the gorgeous
green eyes watching him and he knew he should be more offended on his and Tank’s behalf but couldn’t find the strength.
“May I?” The man asked holding out a treat in his hand that he’d pulled from his pocket. Jared nodded.
“He’s pretty easy, that will probably sway him.”
Within seconds Tank was licking playfully at the man’s hand and nuzzling his shin.
“I’m Jensen,” the stranger introduced himself.
Jared stuck his hand out to receive Jensen’s which was extended in a greeting. “Jared. And you’ve met Tank.”
Jensen snickered and leaned down to scratch Tank’s head again. “That I have. This here is Virginia, my best girl.”
With a tilt of his head, Jared asked if he could approach Virginia who was watching him with curious eyes. As Jensen gave a nod Jared crouched down to the boxer’s level. “Hello beautiful, how are you?” She took a few introductory sniffs of Jared’s hand and arm before launching herself at him and licking his face playfully.
“Ginny,” Jensen scolded, “We do not throw ourselves at men in the park like cheap hookers. We are demure ladies who have some control of our hormones.” As if refuting her master’s words, she barked happily before settling on Jared and nuzzling his cheek. Tank made a move to protect Jared until Virginia licked him as well, effectively shutting him up.
“I don’t think Ginny agrees with that,” Jared laughed, pulling himself out of the dog’s clutches. They stared at each other in appraising silence until both dogs barked and started to run away. Tank, unfortunately, was still attached to the leash and yelped as he bounced back. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
Tank barked.
“Promise?”
Ginny whined.
“Fine.” Jared unclasped the leash and watched as the two new best friends ran off and instigated a new game of tag. It was interesting to watch Tank who was so tiny and Virginia whose paw was probably the same size as the smaller dog, run off and play happily.
“So…” Jensen said, a teasing tone in his voice, “Was that the most masculine dog you could find?”
Jared could feel his cheeks warming up and he covered his face with his hand. “Right. Ha ha.” He watched Tank fondly, having grown very attached to the tiny terror. “It was a joke. It was supposed to be a joke.”
Jensen’s eyes raised and his gaze begged Jared to continue.
“I wanted a dog. I’ve always had dogs and about a year ago my old dog passed away. It was pretty rough so we waited a bit and then my mama said she would surprise me with a new dog. We discussed it back and forth and she asked what kind of dog I wanted.”
“And you said Yorkie?”
“I thought she knew I was kidding. I mean… it’s better than…”
“What?” Jensen said, covering his laugh with his hand. Jared couldn’t help but notice how beautiful this man was in the late afternoon sun. He shook his head causing Jensen to laugh openly. “Now you have to tell me.”
“A poodle. I was all, oh you know. I want a manly dog, a yorkie or a poodle. She went with Yorkie.”
“You know that poodles are one of the smartest breeds,” Jensen pointed out.
It was all Jared could do not to punch him in the arm, as though they’d known each other for years instead of less than an hour. “Anyway,” he said, clearing his throat. “I thought she knew I was kidding. She shows up with my kid sister a week and a half later with Tank. The rest is, as they say, history.” Just then, Tank came running over, yipping loudly at Jared. He leaned down only for the small dog to lick his nose playfully before rushing off to join Ginny across the grass. Jared’s heart melted as he watched Tank scamper off. When he turned to meet Jensen’s gaze he was surprised at the understanding he saw there.
He couldn’t stop himself from what came out next though. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Jensen asked, hands in his pockets and opening himself up for whatever Jared threw at him.
“Ginny, big breed dog. What are you overcompensating for?”
Jensen sputtered like he hadn’t expected that from Jared. “Wh-what?”
A blush covered Jared’s cheeks but he continued. “No, it’s like guys with fancy, fast cars to impress. It usually means they’re uhhhh, overcompensating for something.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from briefly flicking down to Jensen’s groin before rising again to meet his eyes. “So is your big, strong dog a substitution for…”
“Uhhh, no. I’m not lacking anywhere, thank YOU very much,” Jensen said matter-of-factly. He straightened up and adjusted himself.
Jared simply smirked and shrugged. “Okay, if you say so.”
“I do.”
“Okay. But you know my story with Tank, what’s yours with Virginia?”
Jensen shrugged his shoulders as he watched the two dogs playing. “She found me. I was travelling with friends of mine. We were driving up the east coast and were cutting through West Virginia and we stopped at this diner in some random town off of the interstate. She found us and attached herself to us. We ended up staying for a few days and she wouldn’t leave my side. I asked around and no one knew who she belonged to, probably was left there by some asshole who didn’t want her anymore. So she adopted me and I didn’t have a name for her so I figured Virginia was as good a name as any.” At the sound of her name, Ginny came running over.
Jared had to fight from begging this man to take him home and do sinfully illegal things to him. Instead, he leaned down and scratched her neck. “Aren’t you lucky girl?”
“Plus, it’s easier to pick up hot guys with a big dog than some purse dog.” Jensen said with a grin, only to cause Jared to nearly topple over in surprise. His eyes rose to meet Jensen’s gaze.
Jared wondered if Jensen was saying what he thought he was saying, or if it was just another barb against Tank. “Well you can’t judge a guy by his dog,” he responded after far more of a pause than he’d wanted.
“I’m beginning to see that.” Jared watched Jensen check his watch and curse. “Fuck, I’ve got to get going, I have class at six and I still need to get Ginny to the sitters.” Jensen whistled sharply causing for Ginny to come bounding over. Seeing his new best friend run back to their owners, Tank came running close behind her.
It took only a few moments for Jensen to get Virginia ready to exit the park and Jared once again found them face to face. “It was nice meeting you, Jared,” Jensen said with a smile.
“Y-yeah. You too.” Jared was blinded by the beauty of Jensen’s smile. Not wanting to be left out, Tank yipped out his good bye as well. “Maybe we’ll see you here again…”
Jensen waved over his shoulder as Ginny took off towards the gate. “Sounds good. Bye.”
It wasn’t until Jared got home that he realized that beyond Jensen’s name and the fact that he was a student like him, he knew nothing about the other man. He had no way to contact him and could only hope they would run into each other again. As he set out Tank’s evening meal and got his own dinner ready, Jared turned to the small dog and gave him a few extra treats. “You did good today buddy. Now we just have to make it happen again.”
Tank barked happily in response, biting his rawhide as he made himself comfortable for the night.
There was a loud bang followed by cursing that would make a sailor blush. Jensen cringed and checked the clock before eyeing the door. He’d locked it, but if Danneel was in a mood, that wouldn’t matter. She would either kick the door down or threaten him so effectively that he would have been better to just jump out the window and brave the two story free fall than feel her wrath. He definitely did not have time to unlock that door, yet at the same time didn’t want to face her. He knew why she was angry.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you’d better open this door before I kick it in.”
“Danni,” Jensen pleaded, praying to every god he’d learned in religion class back in Texas. “I can’t.”
“The fuck you can’t. You promised and I swear to god if you back out on me I will make your life a hell you can’t even imagine.”
With great hesitation, Jensen walked across the room and opened the door. Just as he knew she would be, Danneel was standing in front of him wearing tank top and jogging pants, hands on hips and a murderous glare on her face.
“First off,” she started before he could even get a word out. “Your ‘baby’ is a fucking lump on the ground and can’t fucking move when she hears someone coming up the god damned stairs.”
Upon closer inspection Jensen could see Virginia sleeping pleasantly on the floor at the top of the stairs, a basket of what looked like was once folded laundry all around her. Jensen winced and pulled Danneel into a hug.
“Not if you ever want to use those arms again Ackles.”
Jensen knew resistance was futile and turned around to grab his track pants and Deerhaven University tee shirt and hoodie before she could do any preliminary damage to him.
“Secondly, you promised me you would…” Danneel watched Jensen pull off his jeans and slide into his jogging pants. “What are you doing?”
“What, you’re going to get pissed off because I’m saving us both the lecture and threats and just give in and do what you want?” Jensen smirked and pulled his tee shirt over his head.
Danneel simply stood in the middle of the room blinking. “What’s the matter?”
Jensen stopped moving and turned to face his best friend. He’d met Danneel the first day of class in Intro to Biology and watched in disgust as some of the meatheads in the phys-ed programme assumed she was easy because she was hot. There had been a lot of suggestions of them practicing anatomy with her and when he’d been about to step in to calm things down he’d watched as she pulled her long, fiery red hair back into a messy pony tail and suggest that they start by her breaking bones and figuring out which ones were quickest to heal. His laughter caught her attention and from the instance their eyes met they were destined to be soul mates. It was just not of the sexual variety. Where Danneel liked her guys big, hulking and hung, so did Jensen.
“Nothing’s the matter. I don’t want to go to this ultimate Frisbee bullshit, but…”
“You promised!” Danneel whined and stamped her feet.
“I promised,” Jensen agreed. He had spent too much time inside his own head, thinking about that tall hot guy, Jared, from the park a few weeks earlier and much to his dismay he hadn’t run into him again. He’d taken Ginny to the off leash park far more often than was necessary and still had not even gotten a glimpse of the giant with the purse dog. He watched Danneel watch him, as if she was trying to figure out what his angle was.
“Fine, I don’t have time to figure out what you’re up to. Let’s go, we need to win this fucker,” Danneel
spun on her foot and exited the room. “You can pick up my laundry that YOUR DOG made me spill and then be on the porch in five minutes.”
“She’s part your dog too,” Jensen argued at Danni’s back as she descended the stairs.
“Only when I like her.”
As Jensen headed for the laundry, Ginny jumped up and bounded down the stairs. “No, I got this girl. Don’t you worry.” By the time Jensen was ready, Ginny was on the porch, and her head was in Danneel’s lap practically smiling as the red head scratched her neck lovingly. They’d been joined by their two other housemates, Steve and Chris, and would meet the rest of the Ultimate team on campus where the game would be played.
“So who are we playing?” Jensen yawned as they headed off.
“DATA,” Chris supplied. He was tying his bandana around his shoulder length hair and Jensen watched as he got his game face on. As fun as intramural ultimate Frisbee was supposed to be, it could be cutthroat.
Before Jensen could ask who or what DATA was Danneel chimed in.
“It stands for something like Deerhaven Association Technology…” Danneel stuttered on the last A “…Assholes or something.”
“Deerhaven Asshole Technology Association,” Chris agreed. Jensen flashed them both a look of confusion.
“Huh?”
“Techies. You know, they’re in the Computer Resources or Technology program. Something like that,” Chris was practically growling. “Nerdy motherfuckers.”
It was too much for Jensen to be able to hold his laughter. “Really? Are you guys shitting me?” Judging from the serious looks on his friends’ faces and the slow shake of Steve’s head, they weren’t. “You’re all fired up to play ultimate Frisbee against the computer department?”
“Fuck you asshat,” Danneel said with a sharp smack to the back of Jensen’s head. “Those fuckers are undefeated.”
“First place,” Steve agreed.
Jensen knew how seriously his friends took sports and intramural play. He also knew how full of themselves they were because they were majoring in Phys. Ed with minors in Rehab and Physiotherapy. So for them to be worried about a bunch of techies, there must be something that he was missing.
When they got to the assigned field Jensen saw the rest of his team waiting. Mike Rosenbaum and Tom Welling were warming up while Tom’s girlfriend Erica was chatting with a few girls Jensen didn’t recognize.
“So we gonna win this fucker?” Mike said, clapping Jensen and the other guys on the shoulder.
Chris gave a nod but glared in the direction of Erica. “What the fuck is she doing?”
Tom turned and groaned. “She says we’re taking this too seriously and that there isn’t need for bloodshed and extreme measures.”
“She’s not even in our department,” Danni muttered as she slipped her hoodie over her shoulders and threw it on her bag. Upon seeing Jensen’s confusion she rolled her eyes. “They’re DATA.”
Jensen didn’t even try to mask the laughter. The three girls that Erica was talking to were tiny. Not one even came close to 5’7” and each looked like they weighed about 110 pounds soaking wet. “Now I know you’re shitting me.”
“I’m telling you son,” Chris said, voice a growl. “Those fuckers are undefeated. Unbeatable.”
“They’re three chicks. Three tiny chicks.” It was then that three guys approached the field and headed over to where the three DATA girls were standing. Jensen’s stomach dropped to his knees and he felt his mouth water. Jared was one of the guys approaching and he looked even better than he had the first time they’d met. Jared now wore cut off jogging pants that barely reached his knees, a tank top and running shoes. His hair was held back with a headband and his dimples were out in full force. Dimples that
Jensen hadn’t noticed the first time they’d met. He didn’t even hear Danni speaking to him until she swatted his stomach.
“The fuck?”
“Roll up the tongue Romeo, get your head in the game,” her tone said she was kidding, but her eyes were deadly serious.
“They’re Techies?” Jensen stole another glance at the group standing a few feet away and caught Jared watching him with interest. The other man afforded him a smile and Jensen found himself smiling back.
Danneel looked where Jensen was gaping and smiled. “You know him?”
He responded with a little shrug. “Kind of. We met at Trinity a few weeks ago. I’d brought Ginny in the day that Truson was out and Nutrition was cancelled. I met his dog, I met him…”
“And?” Danneel questioned. “What happened?”
“I had to go and drop Ginny off before Bio322.” Jensen flashed Danneel a strange face and they both started to laugh. “But… I could be making something out of nothing.”
“Buuuuut?”
“He has a small dog.”
Danneel flashed Jensen a look of disbelief. “Is that a euphemism for something? Like he’s got a small cock because…” She turned her head to look at Jared who was doing warm ups, alternating between jumping jacks and push ups. “God that would be such a waste.”
“No, he has a Yorkshire Terrier. A purse dog.” Jensen paused but decided to continue with his line of thought. “Although I can’t help but think he has a small dick because … look at him. A guy that big should have a big dog.”
“Like you?” Danneel teased. “You’re showing off. You have a big cock so you have a big dog. It’s a gay sizing system.”
Jensen wanted to argue but thought she had a valid point. Before he could comment, they were joined by the rest of the team, with Erica in tow.
“So DATA. We need to beat these smug bastards,” Steve started the pep talk, getting everyone riled up.
Jensen turned to where DATA was having their own huddle and could hear their laughter and easy going nature across the field. “I don’t know how smug they are. I mean, please. They’ve got three dudes, and only Jared’s all that big.”
Danneel nodded. “Jensen’s right. The blond smarmy one is pretty skimpy and the other one…”
“Chad,” Erica piped in. “The ‘smarmy one’ is Chad. And the small brunette guy is Matt Cohen.”
“Still. They’re tiny,” Danneel interrupted. And plus, Jared’s got a small cock so it’s not like he’s going to be a challenge.”
Jensen gasped as everyone turned to get a good look at Jared.
“He does?” Chris asked with disbelief.
“Sure does,” Danneel assured them. “So let’s go out and win this. Let’s beat those fuckers.” It wasn’t until they were getting into position that Jensen spoke.
“I didn’t say he had a small cock. We don’t even know...” It sounded strained even to Jensen’s ears. He couldn’t stop looking at Jared’s groin if he tried.
“Oh honey, small dog. You know what that means…” Danneel winked and laughed at how deep Jensen’s shade of red went. “Now get your head in the game and win this fucker.”
The game was hard fought and Jensen was man enough to admit when he was wrong. He hadn’t taken the game seriously. He hadn’t even taken their competition seriously. Much to the whole team’s dismay, DATA thrashed them 39-12. Jensen couldn’t even believe it and he’d seen it, but watching Jared celebrate took some of the sting out of the loss.
Based on how Chris and Steve were standing with Tom and Erica as they spoke to the three girls on DATA’s team, Jensen’s two friends were taking the loss much better than he’d have anticipated. It could have to do with their thin t-shirts being soaked with sweat and clinging to every one of their luscious curves, but Jensen wasn’t going to question it. He had been paying so much attention to the small group laughing and flirting that he hadn’t noticed Jared approach.
“Good game,” Jared said, not unkindly. He held his hand out for Jensen to shake. Their fingers sizzled at the contact between them.
Jensen barked out a sarcastic laugh. “You killed us.” His stomach fluttered at the way Jared preened and gave a quick shrug.
“But you got 12. That’s more than anyone else has gotten.” Jensen must have been staring too hard because Jared’s smile faltered and he scratched the back of his neck. “ What?”
Jensen shook himself out of his own thoughts. “I’m just trying to figure out how you guys do it? You have three girls, all tiny. Two dudes who are as scrawny as the girls and you. And yet you’re undefeated.”
Through wide eyes Jensen watched Jared look down at his groin and then directly into Jensen’s eyes.
“I’m sure it’s the small dick I’m packing.”
Jensen’s sputtering and gasping could not have been any more embarrassing than it was.
“I hear that’s what you’ve come up with, anyway.”
“I…” Jensen was going to kill Danni. Jared winked and leaned in forward. “Erica told the girls and they thought it was funny and told me that since I have a small dog, it means I have a small dick.”
Jensen clenched his fists and held his tongue to ask whether it was true or not. Instead, he bit his lip and blushed even more. “Well…”
Jared held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to make this weird…er than it is.” He licked his lips and broke eye contact. It was a few seconds before he caught Jensen’s eye again and a feral grin covered his face. “I do think that I should be able to defend myself against these accusations though.” It was just that moment that Ginny came bounding over to greet Jared. As he ran his fingers through her fur he looked up from where he was crouching, “I could provide character witnesses if you need.”
Jensen gasped and was dying to tell him that wasn’t necessary, that a simple anatomy exam could give him the answers he wanted. “I’m sure that’s not necessary,” was what Jensen answered with an awkward chuckle.
“Pada-fucker, let’s jet bitch,” the smarmy one Jensen remembered as Chad called over. The girls were watching them curiously, and when Jensen blushed and looked down he could hear them giggling.
“I gotta go. Have a few labs to finish before I can rest.”
“I thought you were in IT?” Jensen blurted out. When Jared’s eyebrows furrowed Jensen continued. “Computers? DATA? Deerhaven Technology…” He stumbled over the first A, convinced that Asshole was not part of the acronym.
“Yeah.”
“Labs?”
They both turned to the sound of Chad calling for Jared again and Jensen watched the other man shrug and smile. “Assignments. Labs. It’s just … I’m so sorry. They’re going to freak if I don’t hurry up and you know how friends can be when they want to get somewhere… Plus I’ve got to pick Tank up from doggie daycare and…”
Jensen could only nod since his friends were standing a few feet in the other direction from where Jared’s friends were calling for him to get his ass in gear.
“I’ll see you around yeah? Maybe at the park?” Jared called as he jogged away from Jensen.
“Yeah… I’ll be …” the rest of what Jensen was going to say died off as Jared joined up with his friends and threw his arm around one of the smaller girls’ shoulder. He watched her turn around and smile at him before turning back around to focus on Jared and their conversation. He made his way over to where Danni, Steve, Chris, Tom, Erica and Mike were watching with amused expressions on their faces.
“Fuck you,” was all he said as he grabbed Chris around the neck and put him in a headlock. “I can’t believe a team of fucking Techies beat us.”
“Damn Jared and his small cock,” Danneel agreed, only to cause for everyone to break out into laughter.
On To Chapter 2
Masterpost
Fic title: Gone In An Instant (Or Here Til The Bitter End)
Author name: goddess_julie
Artist name: dulcetine
Genre:(rps, wincest, het, gen, etc.) RPS AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 65,551
Summary: This is your typical college AU where Jensen is studying to be a physiotherapist and Jared is taking IT. They meet in the doggie park with their respective fur babies and then keep randomly meeting. There is an ultimate frisbee challenge where Jared's manhood is in question, bicurious best friends hooking up (Danni/Gen), misunderstandings and complete understandings. There is angst, hot sex, doggie play dates, Jensen questioning what is happening with his life and Jared there to patch him back up when he falls apart. Add in Chad with a broken arm from a keg stand, Misha Collins MD, Chris and Steve playing music, with a side of steamy girl/girl exploration and that is what this fic is. College life at it's absolute peak.
Jared chuckled as Tank pulled on his leash. He wanted to run, join the half dozen other dogs that were already at the off leash park but kept nearly choking himself on his collar from the iron grip hold Jared had on him. “Stop whining,” Jared said with a laugh, only to receive an unimpressed glare in response. Tank made a running dash to catch up to his friends and once again a yelp resonated in the crisp air as Tank jerked backwards, unable to pull Jared’s weight with his own.
They had been visiting the off leash area at Trinity Park for a few weeks now and all it would take was a simple “wanna go play?” from Jared to get Tank from zero to sixty in seconds. The moment they hit the gate and Jared stepped inside, the puppy sat nicely, knowing what his master would demand before letting him off his leash.
“Okay you beast, go. Run and play with your friends.” All Jared got was a happy bark in response before Tank was off and trying to catch up with the other dogs that were in the middle of an intense game of tag. With a quick glance around the area, he recognized quite a few of the other dog owners present. They often met up a few times a week for doggy play dates once they were sure their respective pets would get along.
The sound of intense growling and barking interrupted the conversation that Jared was having with one of the other owners. Before he could turn his head to check the source of the noise he heard someone calling out, “Hey, whose dog is this?”
“Tank,” another voice called out, scolding Jared’s dog. Jared turned his head to see Adrianne, a friend of Jared’s, approach Tank. At the sound of her voice Tank lowered his head and whimpered before turning one more time to the other person standing with them and growled.
With a surprised laugh, Jared jogged over. It wasn’t until he looked at the other man standing before him that he stopped and his eyes nearly bugged out. Short light brown hair stood at all ends, twinkling green eyes were watching him with disbelief while plush lips looked locked in an ‘o’ of surprise.
“Thanks Addy,” Jared nearly stuttered affording his friend a brief glance before looking once more at the guy beside her.
“No problem Jared. You need to keep that killer on a leash.” Adrianne winked playfully as she smiled and headed back to where her own dog was trying to escape through an open link in the fence.
“Sorry, did he attack you?” Jared said, glaring down at Tank who was now hiding behind Jared’s long legs. Two sad and conveniently innocent eyes looked up at him. When the other man went to speak Tank began to bark with as much of a menacing growl as he could. “TANK. No, that’s not how we speak.” Once more, Tank bowed his head and whined, understanding that his master was not happy with him.
“I’m really sorry,” Jared repeated, “He’s…”
“A purse dog,” the plush lips said with a hint of mockery.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s a purse dog. You own … a purse dog.”
Tank growled as if he knew the stranger was insulting him.
“He’s a Yorkie.”
“Purse dog,” the stranger nodded as though they were in agreement. “And his name is Tank?”
Jared knew he was blushing. This would not be the first time someone made fun of his dog, or the fact that he himself was over six feet tall and he had what was possibly the most feminine dog known to man. Or the most cliché for a gay man, he wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing. But he loved Tank and he wouldn’t have some stranger, no matter how hot he was and how well he filled out a pair of jeans, mock him. Or Tank. Before he could make his retort, a beautiful Boxer approached, snuffling against the stranger’s thigh before sitting down. This only furthered Tank’s annoyance at the man and he started up again, staking his claim on the park by barking and baring his teeth.
“I’m really sorry,” Jared said as he attached Tank’s leash to his collar. He’s usually much…”
“Less of a bitch?”
“Confrontational,” Jared corrected with a cocked eyebrow. He could see the teasing lilt in the gorgeous
green eyes watching him and he knew he should be more offended on his and Tank’s behalf but couldn’t find the strength.
“May I?” The man asked holding out a treat in his hand that he’d pulled from his pocket. Jared nodded.
“He’s pretty easy, that will probably sway him.”
Within seconds Tank was licking playfully at the man’s hand and nuzzling his shin.
“I’m Jensen,” the stranger introduced himself.
Jared stuck his hand out to receive Jensen’s which was extended in a greeting. “Jared. And you’ve met Tank.”
Jensen snickered and leaned down to scratch Tank’s head again. “That I have. This here is Virginia, my best girl.”
With a tilt of his head, Jared asked if he could approach Virginia who was watching him with curious eyes. As Jensen gave a nod Jared crouched down to the boxer’s level. “Hello beautiful, how are you?” She took a few introductory sniffs of Jared’s hand and arm before launching herself at him and licking his face playfully.
“Ginny,” Jensen scolded, “We do not throw ourselves at men in the park like cheap hookers. We are demure ladies who have some control of our hormones.” As if refuting her master’s words, she barked happily before settling on Jared and nuzzling his cheek. Tank made a move to protect Jared until Virginia licked him as well, effectively shutting him up.
“I don’t think Ginny agrees with that,” Jared laughed, pulling himself out of the dog’s clutches. They stared at each other in appraising silence until both dogs barked and started to run away. Tank, unfortunately, was still attached to the leash and yelped as he bounced back. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
Tank barked.
“Promise?”
Ginny whined.
“Fine.” Jared unclasped the leash and watched as the two new best friends ran off and instigated a new game of tag. It was interesting to watch Tank who was so tiny and Virginia whose paw was probably the same size as the smaller dog, run off and play happily.
“So…” Jensen said, a teasing tone in his voice, “Was that the most masculine dog you could find?”
Jared could feel his cheeks warming up and he covered his face with his hand. “Right. Ha ha.” He watched Tank fondly, having grown very attached to the tiny terror. “It was a joke. It was supposed to be a joke.”
Jensen’s eyes raised and his gaze begged Jared to continue.
“I wanted a dog. I’ve always had dogs and about a year ago my old dog passed away. It was pretty rough so we waited a bit and then my mama said she would surprise me with a new dog. We discussed it back and forth and she asked what kind of dog I wanted.”
“And you said Yorkie?”
“I thought she knew I was kidding. I mean… it’s better than…”
“What?” Jensen said, covering his laugh with his hand. Jared couldn’t help but notice how beautiful this man was in the late afternoon sun. He shook his head causing Jensen to laugh openly. “Now you have to tell me.”
“A poodle. I was all, oh you know. I want a manly dog, a yorkie or a poodle. She went with Yorkie.”
“You know that poodles are one of the smartest breeds,” Jensen pointed out.
It was all Jared could do not to punch him in the arm, as though they’d known each other for years instead of less than an hour. “Anyway,” he said, clearing his throat. “I thought she knew I was kidding. She shows up with my kid sister a week and a half later with Tank. The rest is, as they say, history.” Just then, Tank came running over, yipping loudly at Jared. He leaned down only for the small dog to lick his nose playfully before rushing off to join Ginny across the grass. Jared’s heart melted as he watched Tank scamper off. When he turned to meet Jensen’s gaze he was surprised at the understanding he saw there.
He couldn’t stop himself from what came out next though. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Jensen asked, hands in his pockets and opening himself up for whatever Jared threw at him.
“Ginny, big breed dog. What are you overcompensating for?”
Jensen sputtered like he hadn’t expected that from Jared. “Wh-what?”
A blush covered Jared’s cheeks but he continued. “No, it’s like guys with fancy, fast cars to impress. It usually means they’re uhhhh, overcompensating for something.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from briefly flicking down to Jensen’s groin before rising again to meet his eyes. “So is your big, strong dog a substitution for…”
“Uhhh, no. I’m not lacking anywhere, thank YOU very much,” Jensen said matter-of-factly. He straightened up and adjusted himself.
Jared simply smirked and shrugged. “Okay, if you say so.”
“I do.”
“Okay. But you know my story with Tank, what’s yours with Virginia?”
Jensen shrugged his shoulders as he watched the two dogs playing. “She found me. I was travelling with friends of mine. We were driving up the east coast and were cutting through West Virginia and we stopped at this diner in some random town off of the interstate. She found us and attached herself to us. We ended up staying for a few days and she wouldn’t leave my side. I asked around and no one knew who she belonged to, probably was left there by some asshole who didn’t want her anymore. So she adopted me and I didn’t have a name for her so I figured Virginia was as good a name as any.” At the sound of her name, Ginny came running over.
Jared had to fight from begging this man to take him home and do sinfully illegal things to him. Instead, he leaned down and scratched her neck. “Aren’t you lucky girl?”
“Plus, it’s easier to pick up hot guys with a big dog than some purse dog.” Jensen said with a grin, only to cause Jared to nearly topple over in surprise. His eyes rose to meet Jensen’s gaze.
Jared wondered if Jensen was saying what he thought he was saying, or if it was just another barb against Tank. “Well you can’t judge a guy by his dog,” he responded after far more of a pause than he’d wanted.
“I’m beginning to see that.” Jared watched Jensen check his watch and curse. “Fuck, I’ve got to get going, I have class at six and I still need to get Ginny to the sitters.” Jensen whistled sharply causing for Ginny to come bounding over. Seeing his new best friend run back to their owners, Tank came running close behind her.
It took only a few moments for Jensen to get Virginia ready to exit the park and Jared once again found them face to face. “It was nice meeting you, Jared,” Jensen said with a smile.
“Y-yeah. You too.” Jared was blinded by the beauty of Jensen’s smile. Not wanting to be left out, Tank yipped out his good bye as well. “Maybe we’ll see you here again…”
Jensen waved over his shoulder as Ginny took off towards the gate. “Sounds good. Bye.”
It wasn’t until Jared got home that he realized that beyond Jensen’s name and the fact that he was a student like him, he knew nothing about the other man. He had no way to contact him and could only hope they would run into each other again. As he set out Tank’s evening meal and got his own dinner ready, Jared turned to the small dog and gave him a few extra treats. “You did good today buddy. Now we just have to make it happen again.”
Tank barked happily in response, biting his rawhide as he made himself comfortable for the night.
There was a loud bang followed by cursing that would make a sailor blush. Jensen cringed and checked the clock before eyeing the door. He’d locked it, but if Danneel was in a mood, that wouldn’t matter. She would either kick the door down or threaten him so effectively that he would have been better to just jump out the window and brave the two story free fall than feel her wrath. He definitely did not have time to unlock that door, yet at the same time didn’t want to face her. He knew why she was angry.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you’d better open this door before I kick it in.”
“Danni,” Jensen pleaded, praying to every god he’d learned in religion class back in Texas. “I can’t.”
“The fuck you can’t. You promised and I swear to god if you back out on me I will make your life a hell you can’t even imagine.”
With great hesitation, Jensen walked across the room and opened the door. Just as he knew she would be, Danneel was standing in front of him wearing tank top and jogging pants, hands on hips and a murderous glare on her face.
“First off,” she started before he could even get a word out. “Your ‘baby’ is a fucking lump on the ground and can’t fucking move when she hears someone coming up the god damned stairs.”
Upon closer inspection Jensen could see Virginia sleeping pleasantly on the floor at the top of the stairs, a basket of what looked like was once folded laundry all around her. Jensen winced and pulled Danneel into a hug.
“Not if you ever want to use those arms again Ackles.”
Jensen knew resistance was futile and turned around to grab his track pants and Deerhaven University tee shirt and hoodie before she could do any preliminary damage to him.
“Secondly, you promised me you would…” Danneel watched Jensen pull off his jeans and slide into his jogging pants. “What are you doing?”
“What, you’re going to get pissed off because I’m saving us both the lecture and threats and just give in and do what you want?” Jensen smirked and pulled his tee shirt over his head.
Danneel simply stood in the middle of the room blinking. “What’s the matter?”
Jensen stopped moving and turned to face his best friend. He’d met Danneel the first day of class in Intro to Biology and watched in disgust as some of the meatheads in the phys-ed programme assumed she was easy because she was hot. There had been a lot of suggestions of them practicing anatomy with her and when he’d been about to step in to calm things down he’d watched as she pulled her long, fiery red hair back into a messy pony tail and suggest that they start by her breaking bones and figuring out which ones were quickest to heal. His laughter caught her attention and from the instance their eyes met they were destined to be soul mates. It was just not of the sexual variety. Where Danneel liked her guys big, hulking and hung, so did Jensen.
“Nothing’s the matter. I don’t want to go to this ultimate Frisbee bullshit, but…”
“You promised!” Danneel whined and stamped her feet.
“I promised,” Jensen agreed. He had spent too much time inside his own head, thinking about that tall hot guy, Jared, from the park a few weeks earlier and much to his dismay he hadn’t run into him again. He’d taken Ginny to the off leash park far more often than was necessary and still had not even gotten a glimpse of the giant with the purse dog. He watched Danneel watch him, as if she was trying to figure out what his angle was.
“Fine, I don’t have time to figure out what you’re up to. Let’s go, we need to win this fucker,” Danneel
spun on her foot and exited the room. “You can pick up my laundry that YOUR DOG made me spill and then be on the porch in five minutes.”
“She’s part your dog too,” Jensen argued at Danni’s back as she descended the stairs.
“Only when I like her.”
As Jensen headed for the laundry, Ginny jumped up and bounded down the stairs. “No, I got this girl. Don’t you worry.” By the time Jensen was ready, Ginny was on the porch, and her head was in Danneel’s lap practically smiling as the red head scratched her neck lovingly. They’d been joined by their two other housemates, Steve and Chris, and would meet the rest of the Ultimate team on campus where the game would be played.
“So who are we playing?” Jensen yawned as they headed off.
“DATA,” Chris supplied. He was tying his bandana around his shoulder length hair and Jensen watched as he got his game face on. As fun as intramural ultimate Frisbee was supposed to be, it could be cutthroat.
Before Jensen could ask who or what DATA was Danneel chimed in.
“It stands for something like Deerhaven Association Technology…” Danneel stuttered on the last A “…Assholes or something.”
“Deerhaven Asshole Technology Association,” Chris agreed. Jensen flashed them both a look of confusion.
“Huh?”
“Techies. You know, they’re in the Computer Resources or Technology program. Something like that,” Chris was practically growling. “Nerdy motherfuckers.”
It was too much for Jensen to be able to hold his laughter. “Really? Are you guys shitting me?” Judging from the serious looks on his friends’ faces and the slow shake of Steve’s head, they weren’t. “You’re all fired up to play ultimate Frisbee against the computer department?”
“Fuck you asshat,” Danneel said with a sharp smack to the back of Jensen’s head. “Those fuckers are undefeated.”
“First place,” Steve agreed.
Jensen knew how seriously his friends took sports and intramural play. He also knew how full of themselves they were because they were majoring in Phys. Ed with minors in Rehab and Physiotherapy. So for them to be worried about a bunch of techies, there must be something that he was missing.
When they got to the assigned field Jensen saw the rest of his team waiting. Mike Rosenbaum and Tom Welling were warming up while Tom’s girlfriend Erica was chatting with a few girls Jensen didn’t recognize.
“So we gonna win this fucker?” Mike said, clapping Jensen and the other guys on the shoulder.
Chris gave a nod but glared in the direction of Erica. “What the fuck is she doing?”
Tom turned and groaned. “She says we’re taking this too seriously and that there isn’t need for bloodshed and extreme measures.”
“She’s not even in our department,” Danni muttered as she slipped her hoodie over her shoulders and threw it on her bag. Upon seeing Jensen’s confusion she rolled her eyes. “They’re DATA.”
Jensen didn’t even try to mask the laughter. The three girls that Erica was talking to were tiny. Not one even came close to 5’7” and each looked like they weighed about 110 pounds soaking wet. “Now I know you’re shitting me.”
“I’m telling you son,” Chris said, voice a growl. “Those fuckers are undefeated. Unbeatable.”
“They’re three chicks. Three tiny chicks.” It was then that three guys approached the field and headed over to where the three DATA girls were standing. Jensen’s stomach dropped to his knees and he felt his mouth water. Jared was one of the guys approaching and he looked even better than he had the first time they’d met. Jared now wore cut off jogging pants that barely reached his knees, a tank top and running shoes. His hair was held back with a headband and his dimples were out in full force. Dimples that
Jensen hadn’t noticed the first time they’d met. He didn’t even hear Danni speaking to him until she swatted his stomach.
“The fuck?”
“Roll up the tongue Romeo, get your head in the game,” her tone said she was kidding, but her eyes were deadly serious.
“They’re Techies?” Jensen stole another glance at the group standing a few feet away and caught Jared watching him with interest. The other man afforded him a smile and Jensen found himself smiling back.
Danneel looked where Jensen was gaping and smiled. “You know him?”
He responded with a little shrug. “Kind of. We met at Trinity a few weeks ago. I’d brought Ginny in the day that Truson was out and Nutrition was cancelled. I met his dog, I met him…”
“And?” Danneel questioned. “What happened?”
“I had to go and drop Ginny off before Bio322.” Jensen flashed Danneel a strange face and they both started to laugh. “But… I could be making something out of nothing.”
“Buuuuut?”
“He has a small dog.”
Danneel flashed Jensen a look of disbelief. “Is that a euphemism for something? Like he’s got a small cock because…” She turned her head to look at Jared who was doing warm ups, alternating between jumping jacks and push ups. “God that would be such a waste.”
“No, he has a Yorkshire Terrier. A purse dog.” Jensen paused but decided to continue with his line of thought. “Although I can’t help but think he has a small dick because … look at him. A guy that big should have a big dog.”
“Like you?” Danneel teased. “You’re showing off. You have a big cock so you have a big dog. It’s a gay sizing system.”
Jensen wanted to argue but thought she had a valid point. Before he could comment, they were joined by the rest of the team, with Erica in tow.
“So DATA. We need to beat these smug bastards,” Steve started the pep talk, getting everyone riled up.
Jensen turned to where DATA was having their own huddle and could hear their laughter and easy going nature across the field. “I don’t know how smug they are. I mean, please. They’ve got three dudes, and only Jared’s all that big.”
Danneel nodded. “Jensen’s right. The blond smarmy one is pretty skimpy and the other one…”
“Chad,” Erica piped in. “The ‘smarmy one’ is Chad. And the small brunette guy is Matt Cohen.”
“Still. They’re tiny,” Danneel interrupted. And plus, Jared’s got a small cock so it’s not like he’s going to be a challenge.”
Jensen gasped as everyone turned to get a good look at Jared.
“He does?” Chris asked with disbelief.
“Sure does,” Danneel assured them. “So let’s go out and win this. Let’s beat those fuckers.” It wasn’t until they were getting into position that Jensen spoke.
“I didn’t say he had a small cock. We don’t even know...” It sounded strained even to Jensen’s ears. He couldn’t stop looking at Jared’s groin if he tried.
“Oh honey, small dog. You know what that means…” Danneel winked and laughed at how deep Jensen’s shade of red went. “Now get your head in the game and win this fucker.”
The game was hard fought and Jensen was man enough to admit when he was wrong. He hadn’t taken the game seriously. He hadn’t even taken their competition seriously. Much to the whole team’s dismay, DATA thrashed them 39-12. Jensen couldn’t even believe it and he’d seen it, but watching Jared celebrate took some of the sting out of the loss.
Based on how Chris and Steve were standing with Tom and Erica as they spoke to the three girls on DATA’s team, Jensen’s two friends were taking the loss much better than he’d have anticipated. It could have to do with their thin t-shirts being soaked with sweat and clinging to every one of their luscious curves, but Jensen wasn’t going to question it. He had been paying so much attention to the small group laughing and flirting that he hadn’t noticed Jared approach.
“Good game,” Jared said, not unkindly. He held his hand out for Jensen to shake. Their fingers sizzled at the contact between them.
Jensen barked out a sarcastic laugh. “You killed us.” His stomach fluttered at the way Jared preened and gave a quick shrug.
“But you got 12. That’s more than anyone else has gotten.” Jensen must have been staring too hard because Jared’s smile faltered and he scratched the back of his neck. “ What?”
Jensen shook himself out of his own thoughts. “I’m just trying to figure out how you guys do it? You have three girls, all tiny. Two dudes who are as scrawny as the girls and you. And yet you’re undefeated.”
Through wide eyes Jensen watched Jared look down at his groin and then directly into Jensen’s eyes.
“I’m sure it’s the small dick I’m packing.”
Jensen’s sputtering and gasping could not have been any more embarrassing than it was.
“I hear that’s what you’ve come up with, anyway.”
“I…” Jensen was going to kill Danni. Jared winked and leaned in forward. “Erica told the girls and they thought it was funny and told me that since I have a small dog, it means I have a small dick.”
Jensen clenched his fists and held his tongue to ask whether it was true or not. Instead, he bit his lip and blushed even more. “Well…”
Jared held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to make this weird…er than it is.” He licked his lips and broke eye contact. It was a few seconds before he caught Jensen’s eye again and a feral grin covered his face. “I do think that I should be able to defend myself against these accusations though.” It was just that moment that Ginny came bounding over to greet Jared. As he ran his fingers through her fur he looked up from where he was crouching, “I could provide character witnesses if you need.”
Jensen gasped and was dying to tell him that wasn’t necessary, that a simple anatomy exam could give him the answers he wanted. “I’m sure that’s not necessary,” was what Jensen answered with an awkward chuckle.
“Pada-fucker, let’s jet bitch,” the smarmy one Jensen remembered as Chad called over. The girls were watching them curiously, and when Jensen blushed and looked down he could hear them giggling.
“I gotta go. Have a few labs to finish before I can rest.”
“I thought you were in IT?” Jensen blurted out. When Jared’s eyebrows furrowed Jensen continued. “Computers? DATA? Deerhaven Technology…” He stumbled over the first A, convinced that Asshole was not part of the acronym.
“Yeah.”
“Labs?”
They both turned to the sound of Chad calling for Jared again and Jensen watched the other man shrug and smile. “Assignments. Labs. It’s just … I’m so sorry. They’re going to freak if I don’t hurry up and you know how friends can be when they want to get somewhere… Plus I’ve got to pick Tank up from doggie daycare and…”
Jensen could only nod since his friends were standing a few feet in the other direction from where Jared’s friends were calling for him to get his ass in gear.
“I’ll see you around yeah? Maybe at the park?” Jared called as he jogged away from Jensen.
“Yeah… I’ll be …” the rest of what Jensen was going to say died off as Jared joined up with his friends and threw his arm around one of the smaller girls’ shoulder. He watched her turn around and smile at him before turning back around to focus on Jared and their conversation. He made his way over to where Danni, Steve, Chris, Tom, Erica and Mike were watching with amused expressions on their faces.
“Fuck you,” was all he said as he grabbed Chris around the neck and put him in a headlock. “I can’t believe a team of fucking Techies beat us.”
“Damn Jared and his small cock,” Danneel agreed, only to cause for everyone to break out into laughter.
On To Chapter 2
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