Episode 4
Jensen couldn't help but laugh when he'd found the list Jared had been working on, even as his cheeks flushed at the same time. He lay on his back in Jared's bed waiting for him to get back from class, reading and rereading the list.
"What are you reading?" Jared came in and tossed his bag on the floor, before climbing on top of Jensen resting his chin on his chest.
"That hurts," Jensen frowned and pushed Jared off of him, rubbing his chest.
"Didn't answer my question," Jared put on a mock frown as he pulled Jensen against his side.
"Just a little something I found on your desk." He smirked and folded the paper up again stuffing it in his pocket.
"What did you find?" Jared furrowed his brow as he thought about what had been on his desk and then suddenly it hit him.
"You- You weren't," He started, his cheeks flushing when he remember some of the things he had written down in that list, "weren't supposed to read that."
"You shouldn't have left it out on top of everything then, if you didn't want people reading it." Jensen smirked and rolled to onto his side. "I kind of like it though. I might be inspired to make a list of my own now."
Jared just pouted, still a bit embarrassed that Jensen had found the list he'd made one night when he couldn't sleep. He'd stopped himself at ten - well really, he had to stop to have a quick wank, and then fell asleep before he could add anymore.
Jensen wrapped an arm around Jared's should. "Stop pouting, if you didn't want me looking at your stuff you shouldn't have left it out, and you shouldn't have given me a key to your room." He ruffled Jared's hair.
Jared was doing his best to be petulant, but the way Jensen was poking at him, made that very difficult. He sighed and pushed him away laying on his back. Jensen rolled his eyes and climbed on top of him.
"What, you don't want to make out? Maybe check out my freckles? Or try and make me blush?" He smirked and leaned down to kiss him.
"No."
"No?"
"That's right."
"You know, you're being awfully immature about this."
Jared grasped Jensen's shoulders and rolled them both over so he was on top. Leaning down and crushing his lips against Jensen, forcing his tongue between his lips, his hands still gripping Jensen's shoulders tight. He nipped at his lower lip, and pressed his tongue into the warmth of Jensen's mouth again, rocking his hips back and forth against him as well.
Eventually he pulled back, Jensen whimpered his cheeks flushed with desire, his eyes dark with need. Jared smirked and rolled off of him, an arm behind his head.
"You're a jerk you know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do." Jared grinned and wrapped his other arm around Jensen pulling him close.