The Third Third 6/10+

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Title: The Third Third

Author:
insane_songbird

Pairing: J2

Rating: NC-17

Words: ~4600

Warnings: Violence (Hello, it’s Ice Hockey!), Language, NC17 later-on (that means sex, people!)

Disclaimer: Slavery is bad... It’s a lie, all of it.
Summary: Being a Texas boy Jared Padalecki couldn’t care less about ice hockey. So Jared is slightly lost, when his new roommate Chad is the biggest fan on campus. But when he gets to tutor the most infamous player of the college team, things start to get downright scary. Jensen Ackles has a reputation for aggression control problems and Jared has no idea how to get through the semester without either falling for the handsome man or ending up in a fistfight he’d be sure to lose.




Master Post

Okay, let's celebrate! *dances* first off, you guys managed to comment more on a single chapter than I ever got for a whole fic, you're awesome! Secondly, we are officially in the second half now... or in the second third?? ^^
As always I want to state my love for mangacat201 , candygramme , magikalrhiannon  and envious-emaenvious_ema , without who this weren't what it is. *hugs*
I love you readers, all of you!!! 
As a little notice: The Rating went up for this chapter! *points upwards*

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Part Six

Sometimes Jensen thought he should hate his friends. Since his little nervous breakdown - of which actually only Chris knew, and of course Jeff had seen it on his face the next day - there seemed to be something like a  ‘Jensen-patrol’ in place. Whenever he was out of his classes, there was at least one person around him, shifts switching between Chris, Steve and more often than not even Tom. Jensen didn’t know what the last two had been told, but he would bet that the plan had been made between Jeff and Chris.

The only time he would be on his own was hockey-practice, because if his still healing head trauma hadn’t been enough, Jeff’s decision to bench Jensen until after the next game would had been set in stone after the near mental breakdown he'd had. Jensen knew better than to play this down because he couldn’t kid himself or his friends.

Jensen was pretty sure that his fight with Jared wouldn't have hit him so hard without the whole near death experience during the last game that had already weighed hard on his mind and made him anxious about the most ordinary things. Well, being bashed in the back of the head with a hockey stick might do that to a person. So the whole screaming fit with Jared was just the icing on the cake, the one thing that tipped his already unsettled mind over the edge.

That’s why he did not sit on the bench and watch his team train after Jeff had told him that he didn’t want to see him on the ice until after their next game. Jensen couldn’t just watch. It made him feel useless, and he hated being the invalid on the team, so he stayed away from training even if that meant that he was alone for those hours, because all the people in the Jensen-squad were playing. He'd known that Chris didn’t like that fact since the moment he had told his friend that he would not be attending team practice. But his friends did not try to sway him on the matter, each of them remembering the feeling of having to watch from the side line when they were sick and each hating it.

Jeffrey had voiced his concerns about Jensen being able to get back into the game after what had happened, but Jensen told him to not be ridiculous. He had explained to his coach that it was good this whole thing had gone down on the ice, because that was the only place he always wore a helmet. Jeffrey had looked doubtful at first, but then he'd laughed and hugged his problem child.

The days went by in a haze. Jensen took his classes, using them to focus his mind on anything but his completely fucked-up personal life, and his friends constantly kept him busy with small talk and stories from the ice. At night, he’d call his sister who would talk to him, until he fell asleep. He loved her more than he ever thought possible, because Mackenzie really didn’t mind her big brother behaving like an overzealous teenage girl. She even claimed to enjoy having such a big part in his life, because most of the time she felt like an only child anyway, living halfway across the world from her brothers. While it was the middle of the night for Jensen, it was morning for Mackenzie, and she made it a habit to get up early and talk to him. He usually fell asleep before she had to go to school. Obviously she finally had the time-difference figured out. One thing Jensen had to give his little sister: She was good at keeping secrets.

When the next game arrived, nobody questioned Jensen when he announced that he would stay home and leave the team to travel to their opponents’ stadium on its own. Chris told him not to do anything stupid while they were gone, and that he’d call him after the game to give him all the details.

Once the team was on the road Jensen felt the disquiet setting in. For the first time since his little melt down, all his friends were gone for more than two hours in a row, and Jensen already missed the distraction they usually offered. He decided to do the papers and homework he still had to hand in and stared at the books for Kripke’s class for half an hour before opening them and starting to work on the essays he still owed Jared.

It was early in the evening when he was done. The game was still in progress right then, and Jensen found himself restless with the tension created by this knowledge. It was still too early to call Mackenzie, so he decided to take a walk. An idea struck his mind, and he scribbled something on a post-it before grabbing the just-finished essays on his way out the door.

He wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible, because, now they were written, it meant that he had no reason not to hand them in, and handing them in meant seeing Jared. He knew he would stall, but he also knew that he never wanted to look at those essays again after tonight, so he took his chances.

It was a game night and Chad would have taken Jared with him and his other friends to support the team. This meant that tonight was the time window where he could drop off the papers without having to look Jared in the eye. Jensen knew it was a damn cowardly move, but he just couldn’t care. He'd always chosen the hard path for himself; he always did what was right; although it was often far from the easiest way. Tonight, Jensen decided, was his shot at the easy way out.

He got to Chad’s and Jared’s dormitory within minutes and climbed the stairs to their floor. Tom had told him which floor they lived on once, and Jensen identified the right door easily by the amount of junk stuck to it in what Chad thought to be a decorative effect. Jensen had seen this particular trademark in dorm-parties before, and Chad had even explained it to him, but he didn’t really remember any of it.

Jensen stood in front of the door for a minute pondering whether he should knock, just for the pretense but decided against it. He crouched down and shoved the essays though the slit under the door. He stood back up and sighed silently, congratulating himself on effectively avoiding another round of banging heads with Jared when the door opened and Jensen froze.

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Jared looked at the man standing in front of his dorm room’s door. He had been reading something for a class when he'd heard the shuffle at his door and got up to find someone had pushed a stack of papers though the slit between the wood and the carpet. He had opened the door before even looking at what had been delivered.

Jensen stood there with big eyes, seemingly about to leave again. Jared wished he hadn’t opened the door. Obviously  Jensen wouldn't take the opportunity to be hostile again, and then Jared just had to mess things up by opening the goddamn door. So he did the only thing he could think of and crouched down, picking up the delivery.

It turned out to be essays, as always when Jensen handed Jared any kind of paper. There was a post-it with his name on it, and Jared pulled it off and took a long look at it before his eyes went silently back to Jensen, and his eyebrows rose an inch.

Jensen shrugged, shoving his hands into his jacket, looking uncomfortable and more self conscious than Jared was used to. Of course his words had to contradict that impression. “I wanted to write ‘dick’, but I thought Chad might think it was a present from his girlfriend.”

Jared’s surprise was overrun with anger at the insult. “Chad’s a great guy, you asshole.”

Jensen nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know. The guy might be nuts, but next to you he’s a real saint.”

Jared shook his head with a hard laugh. “Fuck you, Jensen. At least I have the balls to knock on people’s doors when I drop something off.”

Jensen averted his eyes, and Jared cheered in the back of his head for a punch well placed.

“I thought everyone was at the game.”

“Obviously not everyone.” Jared gave Jensen a challenging look. He knew it was stupid to challenge Jensen, but he was just so sick of it. “I mean if you don’t feel like going then I sure as hell don’t have to.”

“Fuck you, Jared!” Jensen’s voice rose in volume as his stance turned from uneasy to angry.

“Oh you're really good at fucking things up yourself, Jensen.”

The fact that they were getting into a screaming fight in the corridor right in front of Jared’s room was obviously lost to them until a door slammed loudly. They both jerked around to see a tall blond guy standing in front of a room three doors down, looking pretty pissed.

“Shut the fuck up!” He seemed to recognize Jensen from the understanding on his face. “You and your boyfriend better take your bitch fight inside the room and stop nauseating normal people!”

Jared went rigid. This was not good. One more homophobe out to skin him alive. He watched as Jensen’s face went red with anger. Okay, things had just gotten a lot worse

But Jensen’s anger was not directed at him anymore. “What did you just say?”

The other guy obviously did not know what was good for him, because he was stupid enough not to back down. “I said: Take it to the room, because this whole gay thing makes me wanna puke.”

Jared’s eyes wandered from Jensen to the stupid dude and back to Jensen. He did not know why the guy would talk like that to Jensen of all people, but he knew that once they had settled that, all their attention was going to end up on him. Oh God. When a cold smile started to grow on Jensen’s face, Jared felt his stomach drop.

“You'd better get yourself a bucket then.”

To say that Jared was surprised at what happened next was the understatement of the century. Jensen stepped towards him, and Jared knew he should run and hide, but his body didn’t seem to want to move as Jensen reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down and… kissing him. Holy shit on a stick!

Jensen’s lips were on his, pushing forcefully. Jared was in a daze as all the blood seemed to leave his brain and go to places he wouldn’t talk about when his momma was in the room. When he felt a tongue brushing over his lower lip he stifled a moan that was swallowed by the man pressed against him. Jensen took the opportunity to push his tongue into Jared’s mouth, and GOD was that hot.

As suddenly as the kiss had started, Jensen pulled away, and Jared opened his eyes, not remembering ever closing them. Jensen took a deep breath before releasing Jared’s neck and turning with a grin spreading across his face. “Well then… did you eat your dinner backwards already at all the disgusting gay vibes?”

If Jared’s brain had cogwheels, one could have heard them spinning and then screeching to a halt as realization struck. It nearly made Jared’s higher brain functions cease to exist, when deadpanned shock and incredible horniness collided in his head. His inner Neanderthal reemerged with the need to grab Jensen by the hair and drag him off through the still open door to his dorm room.

The man made a gagging sound and turned to go back into his room, obviously not out for any physical confrontation. “Damn fags…”

Jensen went rigid as he stood in front of Jared, whose motor cortex kick-started in time to grab him as he tried to pounce on the retreating man. Jared’s arms went beneath Jensen’s from the behind, and he wound them over his shoulders, hands intertwining behind the other man’s neck in a move that immobilized the man rather effectively. He had learned that move in self defence back in high school but never had to use it yet.

Jensen was screaming at the guy, who had now turned with big eyes. “You wanna see a fag? You can suck my cock, bitch!” Jensen’s legs were kicking out, and Jared struggled to hold on. He turned them towards the wall and pressed Jensen against it, making sure to trap him between his tall frame and the drywall.

The other guy looked pissed once more and opened his mouth in what was clearly going to be a rather nasty retort. Jared intercepted it. “If I were you, I’d shut up and get back into my room, before this fag decides to let him rip you to shreds right here and now.”

The guy’s mouth snapped shut, and he shuffled into his room, door banging. Jensen was still struggling against Jared, but his efforts were less violent. Jared did the one thing he could think of to keep the other man from kicking down the stupid guy’s door.

He turned them once more and pushed Jensen into his room. He let Jensen go and slammed the door shut behind them, turning the key in the lock and throwing it in the cupboard next to the door, hoping Jensen didn’t see him do it.

The other man didn’t even try to push back out again. Instead he was pacing the small space between the beds. “Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Why’d you hold me back?” This was the first time Jared heard Texas in Jensen’s voice, the anger making him draw out the words. It would have been hot, if it weren’t so frightening.

“He was about to leave.”

“You heard him!” Jensen’s voice had grown in volume distinctly.

“I did. But if I polished the face of everyone who ever called me a fag, I would never live in peace again.”

“Well, I can try.”

Jared was silent at that watching Jensen unravel in front of his eyes. God, he had been so wrong about the other man. A question was burning on his mind. He needed to hear it; he needed to know that he was not making a huge mistake here, that he'd read the signs wrong. “Why?”

“Because I do not tolerate that word!”

“No. Why’d you kiss me?”

Jensen stopped his pacing and turned around, slamming his fist hard against the surface of Jared’s desk. Jared cringed inwardly, more at the sound than at the violence. Jensen’s head was lowered, and Jared could see him breathe heavily. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

When Jensen tried to get to the door Jared blocked him and decided he had to ask now or never. “So you’re gay?”

Jensen started to laugh. It was a hysterical sound, and Jared thought it sounded completely crazy. “Do you live on the moon? Of course I’m gay! Everyone knows I am gay!” Jensen’s arms were flailing as he was yelling the words that Jared thought most unlikely to ever come out of that mouth.

“I didn’t.” Jared’s voice was small, hardly audible in comparison to Jensen’s frantic one.

“Yeah, sure.” The words were as bitter as the look in Jensen’s eyes. “How could you since only everyone on campus knows that? Chad knows! And even if he didn’t… I threw myself at you once, and you tossed it back in my face. You noticed, so don’t give me that crap. Don’t make any excuses, Jared.

“I really didn’t!” Jared threw his arms into the air. “You could just have fucking TOLD me!”

“Yeah, because that would have changed anything! I have to deal with all the crap from those homophobic assholes all day. Believe me I really don’t need a gay man to spit in my face as well.” Jensen’s eyes were ablaze with fury, but in their corners Jared could see wet spots. Oh shit.

Jensen stepped forwards and tried to push past Jared to get out the door, but Jared wouldn’t let him go. Not like this. Not after throwing all that at Jared’s face. He did the only thing he could think of, the only thing that had felt right since this whole drama had gone down tonight. He grabbed Jensen’s shoulders as the man tried to pass him and pushed him against the wall, his mouth crashing onto Jensen’s in a greedy kiss.

The resistance Jensen provided melted away after a few seconds, and Jared was grabbed hard enough to leave a bruise. Jared felt the need in the strong hands and submitted willingly. Jensen had to have control, so Jared would give him control. For now.

Jared was turned, and a strong body pressed him against the wall, while the kiss deepened, all tongue and teeth. The aggression that had been sizzling between them went into the angry, passionate kiss. Jared’s hands curled into Jensen’s tee as the smaller man kneed his legs apart, pressing himself flush against Jared, who groaned, only then noticing just how hard the kissing and groping had made him.

Jensen moaned as well, pressing himself further into the curves of Jared’s body, his hands sneaking beneath Jared’s shirt, touching his abs and chest, before one hand went to work open Jared’s buttons, and the other pinched a nipple, making him groan again. Jensen was impatient with the buttons and stated to pull on the shirt. Jared decided to save his clothing and pulled back to slip the shirt off over his head. Jensen mirrored his move before dropping to his knees and undoing Jared’s pants.

Jared looked down and the sight of a half-naked Jensen kneeling before him, pulling down his jeans and shorts was nearly enough to make him come right then and there. Jared’s hands dug into Jensen’s short hair roughly, and the other man growled before deep throating Jared without warning.

Jared yelped and his fingers tightened into Jensen's dark blond locks. It was as though Jensen wanted to eat him alive, not caring about breathing or the other unnecessary details. He worked Jared hard and fast, making him come in a matter of moments, with a startled cry and a hard pull on Jansen’s hair.

Jared’s knees were weak after that incredibly unexpected relief of his blue balls, and he felt almost grateful when he found himself grabbed and pushed face-first onto the desk. Jensen was biting and sucking his shoulders and back greedily, drawing further up to gnaw on the side of his jaw or bite his ear-lobe, making Jared scream and moan at the same time. The warm breath on his ear made him shiver. “Lube?” Jensen’s voice was low and husky from pure, unsated need.

Jared pushed open a drawer next to him and grabbed the lube and condoms, dropping them on the table. Three licks and one bite later Jared felt a finger breaking the tight ring of muscle without warning, and he yelped at the rough intrusion, but the finger was already moving, easing out the tension that had gripped him, pushing further inside and hitting just the right spot, making Jared moan like a porn star.

A second finger went in after only a few strokes, and Jared could hear the rustle of the condom as Jensen stretched him fast and rough. This was definitely no flower power sex, but God, was it hot.

Jared felt Jensen’s cock against his ass and tensed up as the other man pushed inside. Suddenly he felt Jensen bite his shoulder, and he hissed, relaxing without thinking. Jensen slipped in further, and Jared pushed back against the other man, bracing himself against the desk.

Taking the cue, Jensen started moving fast and rough. He was back to gnawing and licking Jared’s neck and ear, one hand grabbing Jared’s hips in a bruising hold, while the other crept around his body taking Jared’s once again hard cock to start jacking him off.

Jared could feel the desk digging into his hips, but he couldn’t care less when Jensen hit the right spot deep inside him and made him shout in pleasure. Jensen repeated that move, grunting from effort, and Jared found that sound unbelievably sexy. Some of the anger they had felt was still there, but all the testosterone that fueled it was now channeled right to their dicks.

A few hard pushes later, Jared came for the second time in one evening, clenching down hard and making Jensen scream out his own orgasm.

Jensen slumped forwards, lying against Jared’s back, flattening him to the table top. He was panting like a race horse after the derby. After a moment he pulled out, and Jared moaned a little, because he was sure going to be sore tomorrow. Jensen shifted and started kitten-licking the bite-marks that stung on Jared’s shoulder and back, and Jared finally realized he'd just had angry sex with a person he had dreaded for the few last weeks.

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Jensen’s breath was labored as he tried to come down from his orgasm. The afterglow made his limbs feel heavy, and his forehead rested between Jared’s shoulder blades as he licked and kissed the bruised skin beneath him.

He had bitten hard in one or two places, and the look of the bruises made his breath hitch. He pulled away, realizing what had just happened. Jensen made fast business of disposing of the condom in the trash-bin and pulled his jeans and boxers back up from where they had been bunched around his ankles. When Jared stood back up, his back still to Jensen, the other man turned away from the sight. Jensen’s hand skimmed through his short hair, and he tried to keep his breathing calm. He bit his lip and leaned his forehead against the wall, eyes closing.

Jensen thought that he had really fucked thing up for good this time. “Shit.” He leaned his head back, arms bracing him against the wall, and let his forehead bump back against the drywall.  “Shit, shit, shit!” When he tried to repeat the move, a hand cushioned the impact.

“Stop that!” Jared was hovering next to him, his hand between Jensen’s head and the wall, his gaze locked on Jensen scrutinizingly.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Jensen felt the need to run and moved around Jared, grabbing the door’s handle and finding it to be locked. He spun in the same space for a moment, all the anger he had felt earlier drained from him, and he sat down in the nearest corner, his head in his hands.

“Jensen?” It took Jensen a moment to muster up the courage to look at Jared through his fingers, feeling ridiculously young as he looked up at the other man like a scared child. He couldn’t help it. Jared knelt down in front of him, his expression puzzled. Only then Jensen saw that they were both still shirtless, although, thankfully, Jared had replaced his pants on his hips, just as he had.

“What’s wrong?”

Jensen opened his mouth and closed it again, his eyes skittering away from Jared as he asked himself the exact same question. “I just fucked you…”

Jared snorted a little laugh, his head tilting to the side. “I did notice.”

“It didn't freak you out?” Jensen’s hand rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

Jared stared at him blankly for a moment before he plopped down on his ass, sitting in front of Jensen, fidgeting uncomfortably for a moment for reasons Jensen didn’t want to think about just then. “It kinda does…”

“Me too.”

“Sorry I tackled you to the wall…” Jared looked at him sheepishly, and Jensen could only nod.

“My friends would have killed me if I had gotten into trouble, while they were gone.” Jensen’s eyes fell on the clock sitting on a desk. “Oh shit!”

He scrambled to his feet, and Jared mirrored him with a slightly panicked look. “What now?”

“Mackenzie’s gonna kill me!”

“Who?”

“My sister.” Jensen looked around for his shirt. “I'm supposed to call her before she's due in school, and if I don’t she’ll send half the goddamn Navy after me.”

Jared gave him a slightly exasperated smile, watching as Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, looking for the discarded jacket. “I think you’re exaggerating…”

“Oh I bet she's already wrapped half the men on the military base around her fingers.”

“A military base? What are you talking about?”

Jensen looked at Jared for a moment, realizing Jared had no idea what he was talking about. “My dad’s in the Navy, they live on a base in Spain.”

Jared’s eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know that.”

Jensen stopped right in the motion of shrugging into his jacket. It hit him hard as he realized that Jared knew nothing about him and had never told Jensen anything about himself either. “Right… you don’t know me.” He took a deep breath as the fact that he had just slept with an actual stranger invaded his thoughts. “You don’t know anything about me, and you said that you didn’t care to, anyway.”

He wrapped his arms around himself, watching a still half naked Jared, eyes wide and mouth working frantically. “I didn’t… I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I thought you were…”

“Not worth the trouble? Yeah, I understand.” He took a deep breath and looked around the room in search for the key to the locked door. He felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, panic gripping him from being enclosed in such little space, with so much Jared.

“No, please… I wanted to… I was scared, I…”

Jensen shrugged. So? He was scared half the time too, it was as far away from an excuse as he could imagine. “You thought you had me all figured out, right, Jared? Well let me break something to you; it’s not always that simple, and just because you don’t care doesn’t mean that things don’t affect your life or the lives of the people around you. Grow the fuck up… and open that goddamn DOOR!”

Jared looked stricken. “Jensen, let me explain… We really should talk about this.”

“I can’t.” Jensen crossed his arms and looked at the floor. “Not now. I don’t know what to think of all this, and I will not be pushed into anything without getting my head around it.” He looked back up at Jared with a steady gaze. “I don’t think you know what you want, or even what you’re doing… I’m not a lab rat. I’m not.”

Jared wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Jensen was right; he didn’t know what he was doing. Actually he'd just found out that he didn’t know anything at all, and he would have to wrap his head around that first.

Jared decided that cornering Jensen would be an asshole move, and he retrieved the keys from the cupboard, holding them out to the other man.

Jensen unlocked the door and left without looking Jared in the eye again.

…next part…

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