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I think it's time for one of these again, don't you? They're always fun and I need some of that right now.
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IF HE CAN’T EVEN MAKE EYE CONTACT IN CLASS, I DOUBT THERE WILL BE OTHER FORMS OF CONTACT ON OUR FIRST NOT-A-DATE DATE
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Eye Contact [1/2]
NC-17 - J2 - Plot What Plot, Cinderella Syndrome, You Know Danneel Heard He Had a Date and Cornered Him
Less than two seconds after he hits send, Gen pings back with,
/sorry did I hit a nerve? ;)/
/and of course it's a date, it's the most classic of all dates/
/THE STUDY DATE/
/YOU'LL BE BOINKING LIKE BUNNIES BY SUNDOWN/
He takes a sip of lemonade and texts back,
/not if he doesn't show/
/fifteen minutes and counting/
/and STOP TEXTING PLS/
Jared's sitting alone in the crowded, cramped upstairs of Mia Za's, textbooks out and ready for this 'date' that may or may not happen. To be honest, he'd considered not showing up at all, but his mama's good manners won out in the end; besides, even if the kid doesn't show, Jared does need to study. He can just move from here to his apartment, a block down the street.
His phone twitters like a small bird where it lies on the table.
/he'll show/
/he totally wants jump your bones, i saw him staring at you in class/
/LEAVING/
/NO STAY/
/LEAVING NOW/
/JARED PADALECKI I WILL KILL YOU/
Predictably, as ( ... )
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Eye Contact [2/2]
"We're going to my place," Jared decides abruptly, and stands. Jensen actually jerks back a step before catching himself, blush intensifying tenfold.
"O-okay?"
"Well, you can't study like that," he says, watching hungrily as one drop of water slides down Jensen's neck to pool in the hollow of his throat. "C'mon, I live just around the corner. I'll run your clothes through the dryer."
Jensen looks utterly terrified at the prospect, but he stammers out, "That would be- nice?"
"It's no problem," Jared assures him, and means every word.
And somehow, Jensen never makes it into the sweats Jared pulls out for him.
"Take it you were fucking made for it," Jared breaths worshipfully into his collar, Jensen's hair dripping onto his cheek, his skin like wet warm silk under Jared's roaming hands. "Just open right up for it. Think you can take another, Jen?"
"Oh, God," Jensen chokes out as Jared's fingers curl deeper into him, pinkie just flirting with the slick stretched rim of him. His thighs lock up and tremble where they frame Jared's ( ... )
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(nice icon ;) )
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