One-Off Short: The First Time
Title: The First Time
Author: hay1ock
Word count: 923
Rating: R
Characters: J2, JP/OMC
Summary: One moment. One mistake. Would he understand?
Notes: Implied STD. Previously posted 2007
It’s just a kiss, you tell yourself over and over again. But someday what if it becomes more? What if he wants more?
You look at him, his eyes still closed from feeling the intensity of your lips on his.
Your hand cups his face, and with a smile you run your thumb across the bridge of his nose and across his cheek bone.
You smile and give a light laugh as he screws up his nose. He hates those freckles, has done since being a kid. But as you stroke his skin you think they’re the most perfect things in the world. There should be more of them, because right now they are there for you alone to touch. You lean in to kiss him again. There’s no harm in it, and you know that, no matter what those ignorant people might believe. His lips are warm and soft, and part slightly to let your tongue slide in between them and touch his own.
You don’t want it to change, but you know it will. He’ll want that little bit more, that deeper contact that you also crave for. Pulling away, you watch him, his eyes fluttering open, wide and content.
You don’t want it to change. But it will. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this, and it scares you. You’ve been here before, willing to lay it all on the line, to share your soul with someone. But there’s always that one snag. Your soul is tarnished by one mistake, one stupid, unlucky mistake.
He leans back in his chair, drops his sunglasses back over his eyes and smiles at you sweetly. You could tell him, it might be different this time. But all you remember is the sting of the blow to your face and an angry voice. You liar, you whore.
You bite your lip and squint against the sunlight. You need to tell him, because if he feels about you, the way you feel about him, then he deserves to know. You have to tell him. It’s not fair on either of you. You’re so together now that it almost hurts when you are separated. You sit, watching him, his head leaned back, sun pinkening his cheeks. You wonder how it would be this time to share who you are, to share your secret.
You remember the moment so clearly. You’re sixteen and he’s twice your age. He should have known better. Your first time. Your first fucking time. You’re too tall for your age, and you’re sneaking into some bar. You’re drunk and you want it so bad, his hand feels warm and seductive on your leg. He’s so attractive, everyone’s attention is on him, and yet he only sees you. His hand is on your thigh, running upwards to your … You gasp and think you might come in your pants. You ache for him. You want him.
A whisper in your ear and you’re going to his motel, hands fumbling at each others clothes, and pushing you onto the bed. You’re sixteen, your first time and he’s everything you could hope for. But he should have known better. He’s over you, fingers pushing inside you, and getting you ready. He tells you how he’s going to rock your world, and all you can do is laugh. The alcohol spins in your head, making everything so funny, so perfect. Two fingers now, a little discomfort but you know it’s going to hurt. You’re tight and unbroken. He is your first, and he is perfect.
The circling motion of his fingers could very nearly be enough to make you come. You try to think of something else. You don’t want it to end already. You gasp as his fingers pull out of you. You can smell strawberries. He moves against you, lifting your long legs up and over his shoulders. Gently at first, he moves between your legs and pushes against you. He pushes and moves away, over and over, teasing every nerve. He looks down at you, a wicked smile, and he fucks you hard and deep.
You twist the sheets in your fingers and push your head deep into the pillow. God it hurts, but at the same time you want more. You’re tight and he likes it, his flesh tearing into your own. You never imagined it would be like this, his rough hand now wrapped around every hard inch of you. You can’t take much more, you feel like you’re going to explode. Your body shudders. You come hard and it spills across your chest. He releases his grip, and pulls away from you. You cry out as he leaves your body.
He grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, turning you onto your stomach. He spreads your legs and before you know it, he’s back inside, harder and faster. A stabbing pain circles your guts with every blow of his body against yours. Your painful whimpers spur him on, his body finally erupting inside you.
The memory fades as you look up to the sky. The sun glares in your eyes and you close them, a new memory scorched onto the back of your eyelids. You’ve just turned twenty and you’ve met this guy. The same feelings from when you were sixteen finally resurfacing. It’s different this time, because he feels the same about you. He loves you. He decides if you’re going to get serious you should both get checked out. You’ve slept with one guy, one perfect guy.
You remember he hit you and called you names. He walked out your door and never came back. He left because it was too scary and because he was scared of you, when really, he should have been scared for you.
You try to push the memory away. The image of that one word written down haunts you, and always will. You open your eyes as you feel skin against yours, and find Jensen’s mouth covering your own, his lips tracing a path to your neck, then up to your ear. His voice is a whisper as he wants to tell you a secret. You catch your breath and feel your world start to spin. He tells you that he loves you, and invites you to his bed.
Author: hay1ock
Word count: 923
Rating: R
Characters: J2, JP/OMC
Summary: One moment. One mistake. Would he understand?
Notes: Implied STD. Previously posted 2007
It’s just a kiss, you tell yourself over and over again. But someday what if it becomes more? What if he wants more?
You look at him, his eyes still closed from feeling the intensity of your lips on his.
Your hand cups his face, and with a smile you run your thumb across the bridge of his nose and across his cheek bone.
You smile and give a light laugh as he screws up his nose. He hates those freckles, has done since being a kid. But as you stroke his skin you think they’re the most perfect things in the world. There should be more of them, because right now they are there for you alone to touch. You lean in to kiss him again. There’s no harm in it, and you know that, no matter what those ignorant people might believe. His lips are warm and soft, and part slightly to let your tongue slide in between them and touch his own.
You don’t want it to change, but you know it will. He’ll want that little bit more, that deeper contact that you also crave for. Pulling away, you watch him, his eyes fluttering open, wide and content.
You don’t want it to change. But it will. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this, and it scares you. You’ve been here before, willing to lay it all on the line, to share your soul with someone. But there’s always that one snag. Your soul is tarnished by one mistake, one stupid, unlucky mistake.
He leans back in his chair, drops his sunglasses back over his eyes and smiles at you sweetly. You could tell him, it might be different this time. But all you remember is the sting of the blow to your face and an angry voice. You liar, you whore.
You bite your lip and squint against the sunlight. You need to tell him, because if he feels about you, the way you feel about him, then he deserves to know. You have to tell him. It’s not fair on either of you. You’re so together now that it almost hurts when you are separated. You sit, watching him, his head leaned back, sun pinkening his cheeks. You wonder how it would be this time to share who you are, to share your secret.
You remember the moment so clearly. You’re sixteen and he’s twice your age. He should have known better. Your first time. Your first fucking time. You’re too tall for your age, and you’re sneaking into some bar. You’re drunk and you want it so bad, his hand feels warm and seductive on your leg. He’s so attractive, everyone’s attention is on him, and yet he only sees you. His hand is on your thigh, running upwards to your … You gasp and think you might come in your pants. You ache for him. You want him.
A whisper in your ear and you’re going to his motel, hands fumbling at each others clothes, and pushing you onto the bed. You’re sixteen, your first time and he’s everything you could hope for. But he should have known better. He’s over you, fingers pushing inside you, and getting you ready. He tells you how he’s going to rock your world, and all you can do is laugh. The alcohol spins in your head, making everything so funny, so perfect. Two fingers now, a little discomfort but you know it’s going to hurt. You’re tight and unbroken. He is your first, and he is perfect.
The circling motion of his fingers could very nearly be enough to make you come. You try to think of something else. You don’t want it to end already. You gasp as his fingers pull out of you. You can smell strawberries. He moves against you, lifting your long legs up and over his shoulders. Gently at first, he moves between your legs and pushes against you. He pushes and moves away, over and over, teasing every nerve. He looks down at you, a wicked smile, and he fucks you hard and deep.
You twist the sheets in your fingers and push your head deep into the pillow. God it hurts, but at the same time you want more. You’re tight and he likes it, his flesh tearing into your own. You never imagined it would be like this, his rough hand now wrapped around every hard inch of you. You can’t take much more, you feel like you’re going to explode. Your body shudders. You come hard and it spills across your chest. He releases his grip, and pulls away from you. You cry out as he leaves your body.
He grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, turning you onto your stomach. He spreads your legs and before you know it, he’s back inside, harder and faster. A stabbing pain circles your guts with every blow of his body against yours. Your painful whimpers spur him on, his body finally erupting inside you.
The memory fades as you look up to the sky. The sun glares in your eyes and you close them, a new memory scorched onto the back of your eyelids. You’ve just turned twenty and you’ve met this guy. The same feelings from when you were sixteen finally resurfacing. It’s different this time, because he feels the same about you. He loves you. He decides if you’re going to get serious you should both get checked out. You’ve slept with one guy, one perfect guy.
You remember he hit you and called you names. He walked out your door and never came back. He left because it was too scary and because he was scared of you, when really, he should have been scared for you.
You try to push the memory away. The image of that one word written down haunts you, and always will. You open your eyes as you feel skin against yours, and find Jensen’s mouth covering your own, his lips tracing a path to your neck, then up to your ear. His voice is a whisper as he wants to tell you a secret. You catch your breath and feel your world start to spin. He tells you that he loves you, and invites you to his bed.