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“Please, please, please,” Jared begged.
On the other side of the glass, the woman watched him impassively. “You’re not eighteen. You’re not on that train.”
Jared thunked his head down on the - ow, what was that, marble? - counter and gathered up his luggage to drag it to a bench.
Sitting on the bench backed right up to Jared’s, some guy asked, “Can’t buy a ticket?”
“No,” Jared said. He kicked his bag, and then his toe hurt. He looked up to make eye contact with the guy.
And, okay, wow. Hot guy. Random hot guy in the train station. Green eyes and freckles and a settled, amused maturity. Very hot.
Jared, to his horror, blushed.
He explained, “I’m not legal.” Well, shit. “Uh, shit. I’m not eighteen, so it’s not legal to, uh.” Words fail in, creating a very very inconvenient pause.
Hot Train Station Guy looked like he totally got the unintentional doubly entendre, too. He gave Jared this impressed nod, like, Wow, it takes skill to suck that much.
Which was another… that.
Fuck.
“Fuck,” Jared laughed, desperate. “I really need a ticket.” His voice was three octaves too high.
Hot Train Station Guy glanced over all of Jared - it was a long way from head to toe - and held out his hand. “Jensen Ackles.”
“Jared Padalecki?”
“You sound like you need an adult,” Jensen said seriously.
Jared first reaction probably should have been, Oh, shit, stranger danger.
It wasn’t.
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Thirty minutes later, Jared watched Jensen watching the landscape outside the train window.
Jensen glanced over and saw him looking, so he smiled. Possibly deviously.
Jared cleared his throat. “So, Jensen. All I know about you is your name, and, uh, that you’re old enough to buy me a ticket.”
Jensen shrugged. “I’m from Richardson. Went home for the summer, now I’m heading back.”
“I’m from San Antonio,” Jared offered. “You know.” Shit. “Where we met.”
“Yeah, I figured that out,” Jensen laughed. To keep the conversation going, he asked, “What’s in LA?”
“My cousin’s friend. I’m moving in with him, becauseI’mgonnabeanactor.”
Jensen frowned. “Are you a runaway?”
“No.” Jared felt guilty denying it, even though he totally wasn’t guilty or anything. “I graduated, and my parents are cool with me going out ot California.”
“They’re completely cool with it,” Jensen echoed.
“Cool-ish,” Jared amended.
“But they didn’t buy you a ticket?”
Jared tried, “That was just a stupid mix-up?”
Jensen’s eyebrows went up. “Are you asking me?”
“They’re mostly fine with it, just, we got in a fight and I moved my departure date up a week.” Jared held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
Jensen looked Jared up and down, thoughtful. “When’s your birthday, Jared?”
“Two weeks.”
“We’re not gonna go from Texas to LA in one day. They’re probably gonna stop for the night and let us sleep in the bunks.”
Jared winced. He didn’t fit in bunks very well at all.
“I’m thinking of getting a room, though.” Jensen’s eyes turned dark and deliberate. “So, two more weeks as jailbait, you said.”
Jared gaped. He managed, “Practically legal already, huh.”
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Jared closed the metal door and grabbed for Jensen’s collar to drag him into a fast and uncoordinated kiss.
Jensen pushed Jared into the wall and pressed their bodies tight together. Deep and throaty, he asked, “This your first time, kid?”
Jared made a face. “No. And, are you getting off on my age? Is this a kink for you?”
“Well,” Jensen said noncommittally, “It’s not necessarily my kink, but it is pretty kinky, no matter what.”
“I’m not calling you ‘daddy’,” Jared said flatly.
“Not tonight,” Jensen agreed. “Sonny. Boy. Baby.”
“Oh my God, just shut up and fuck me,” Jared sighed, exasperated.
Jensen got him by the shoulders and turned his face-first into the wall. “How romantic,” he growled, unbuckling Jared’s belt.
Jared’s hips twitched into the hands. “Do you have anything?”
“You’re the boy scout. Always prepared my ass.” Jensen stepped back for his bag.
“My ass,” Jared huffed. “And I wasn’t a boy scout.” He turned his head to check Jensen’s progress, but stayed where he was.
“I was.” Jensen waved the lube and condom victoriously. “Get started,” he ordered, tossing the first to Jared. He tore the foil packet open.
Jared twisted his wrist awkwardly to reach, and he tried to kick off his jeans at the same time. It didn’t go well, but at least he was slicked up.
“Want more time?” Jensen asked, coming close and touching where Jared stretched around his own fingers.
“Want your cock,” Jared bit out, shoving his ass back impatiently.
Jensen chuckled. “If you’re sure.”
He pushed in and slammed home in one fast, hard motion, and Jared screamed hoarsely. Because, [OW].
“Fuck fuck fuck that hurt.”
Jensen was silent. He found Jared’s wrists and pinned them to the wall above both of their heads.
He pulled out slowly, and Jared felt every inch. He thrust back in and Jared moaned.
Okay. Maybe Jared has some hitherto unexplored penchant for rough sex.
Jared came first, humping the wall and grinding his wrists together. Jensen left whist fingerprints on Jared’s hips that started flushing purple when he let go.
Jared knocked his head against the wall. “Oh God.”
Jensen tugged him gently towards the single bed.