[Slash] So Few Words - 4/7
So Few Words
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairings: Jensen/Jared (other characters include the various randoms)
Rating: NC-17 (as an overall series, each part varies)
Disclaimer: Oh if only these boys were mine, the things I would do :)
Warnings: AU, HS fic, h/c, angst, schoomp
Words: 4,780 (this part)
Summary: Jensen would just like to let his parents know that moving at the beginning of his senior year is so not cool. But it’s forgivable if he can get the oh so pretty Jared Padalecki to just say something to him.
Author Notes: First off, yup! Story is finished! All of your feedback has really kept me going and I really appreciate it! And thank you surevesta for being my excellent beta and helping so much and making me a fantastic banner!
It’s snowing the first Monday of December and Jensen is relieved to finally have a real excuse to drive his car to school. When he pulls up in front of Jared’s house the boy is already standing on the sidewalk, eyes fixed towards the direction of Jensen’s home. He’s wearing a knitted black beanie, hair spilling out from beneath.
Jensen thinks with that, the baggy jeans and matching black sweater Jared could easily be a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. “Hey sexy,” he calls after rolling down his window. “Need a lift?”
Jared bends at the waist, looking in at him curiously before smiling and reaching out for the car door handle.
They’re going to be insanely early to school and Jensen knows this but it’s not like he had Jared’s phone number to let him know he’d be driving. Besides he figures the extra time hanging together in the parking lot won’t hurt him.
Jared’s hand comes to rest over his as he shifts the car into drive, “I’m way too much of a wimp to walk in this weather,” he laughs, casually spreading his fingers so Jared’s can lace between them. “Plus my car doesn’t get driven enough. I think she’s jealous.”
Even though the jokes mostly lame Jensen is rewarded with Jared’s chuckle. He adds a mental tally note to his list. In the weeks since Thanksgiving that chuckle has become more and more frequent. Jensen decides it’s a fantastic sign, no matter how small it seems.
Jensen takes advantage of the bench seat; hooking a finger in Jared’s belt loop and pulling him flush against his side. As he stops at a light his nose presses against hair and ear lobe, “Is this alright?” He whispers.
Jared flushes, adjusting his legs into a more comfortable position before laying his hand high on Jensen’s thigh.
The moment is so perfect Jensen actually considers not turning left into the school’s parking lot. Maybe they could just keep driving like this. Just him and Jared and whatever shit happened to Jared would fade away and they would have their happily ever after.
At this thought Jensen thumbs down his blinker. No, he really can’t be thinking about ‘happily ever afters’ and running away together. The world really just doesn’t work that way and he knows better then to think it might.
Still…
Jensen glances at Jared as he slid the car into a parking spot, “I kinda already assumed we were um… and well you might have too but just for the record, I wanted to know… do you want to be my boyfriend?”
He can’t fight off the blush painting his cheeks so instead Jensen focuses his attention on turning the key in the car’s ignition off. Jared had different plans however. His hand moved up to cup Jensen’s chin, a favorite gesture of his, and tilt his head towards him. Lips sealing in a kiss that quickly became heated.
Jensen moaned as his hand tangled up into the thick locks of Jared’s hair, tongues swirling against each other. Jensen could very easily get lost in the taste of coffee and toothpaste and something distinctly Jared.
A loud honk followed by a shout of, “get a room!” and laughter broke the moment.
Jared blushed, pulling back a few inches and tracing his thumb down Jensen’s cheek.
“So, that’s a yes then?” Jensen can’t help but tease, grinning before leaning forward for another soft kiss.
*
“Where is it?!” Jensen groaned, leafing through the stack of papers on the counter. “Come on… come on!” Anger and frustration built up in him as his search remained fruitless.
“Jensen, honey, what are you looking for?” His mother eyed him over her glasses while setting her cup of ice tea on the table.
“There’s this paper…” Jensen huffed, moving to the trash can. “And if had all these movies on it. It’s… well some were crossed out and…”
His mother’s expression drifted from confusion to caution, “Okay… and was it important?”
“Yes. Do you think I’d be looking for it if it wasn’t important?!” He snapped, instantly regretting the words as he caught his mother’s flinch from the corner of his eye.
“Does this have anything to do with that mute boy?” She asked, fingers smoothing down the sides of her shirt in a nervous gesture.
“Mute… oh you mean Jared?” Jensen turns to face her completely, leaning back against the counter. “He’s not mute. He’s just… quiet.”
Which was an extreme understatement but Jensen wasn’t sure how to explain the situation to his mother. “Are you seeing this boy?” She pressed on.
Jensen’s unable to speak at this question. He’s never really come out to his parents, never felt the need to and he’s not sure now is the time, his mother is smarter then he’s given her credit for though. “Mom… he’s not… I mean, we are…” he sighs, not quite able to finish the thought.
She moves across the kitchen to him her arms coming up to circle his shoulders in a tight hug. “Oh don’t be so nervous honey. You know I’ll always love you, no matter what. I just want you to be careful around this boy… there’s something about him I just can’t put my finger on.”
“Jared’s really great mom,” Jensen defends, though he knows he will keep his mother’s advice in his head. Just in case.
“Well anyways,” she presses a kiss to his cheek. “You left a bunch of schoolwork in the front room honey, maybe your paper is there?”
Jensen beamed at her, returning the kiss, “You’re absolutely right! And a genius! Thank you!” With that he darted into the front room to retrieve the missing list.
*
“Have you ever dated anyone before?” Jensen asks Jared halfway through 28 Weeks Later.
Jared eyes him oddly though Jensen’s not really sure if it’s the question or the timing that surprised him. Jensen has to admit that having discussions about ex’s during zombie movies isn’t really traditional. Regardless, Jared shakes his head. First a negative, then a positive.
Jensen arches his eyebrows, “No and yes? So one of those ‘it was complicated’ type of things?”
Jared nods, shifting to grab a handful of Reese Pieces. He pours them into his mouth before gesturing to Jensen for an answer.
“Well, not really dated…” Jensen moves to pull the candy closer. “This one guy and I sort of had a fling for a few weeks, but it was more about making out and blows jobs then romance. You’re definitely my first boyfriend.”
Jared blushes at this, bumping their shoulders together in an affectionate gesture.
“So, in this complicated relationship of yours…” Jensen begins, eyes focusing on the TV to work up the nerve to ask the next question. He feels silly for being so nervous. It’s not like Jared’s going to flip out and stop talking to him. “Did you sleep together?”
Jared stills completely, his body going rigid and Jensen has to watch his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.
Jensen decides this is a very bad sign and can’t help wondering what information he may have stumbled upon, “Hey it’s okay. I mean… if it’s something you don’t want to go into that’s fine.”
Jared’s eyes move to him, his shoulders relaxing just a little, a gentle sigh falling from his lips.
“I haven’t,” Jensen offers up, hoping to kill the final threads of tension between them. “Not all the way at least. Just blow jobs, hand jobs, fooling around and shit but not… yeah.”
Jared nods the soft movements of his body returning as the tense moment fades away.
Jensen’s not sure he should push his luck but curiosity has never been his strong suit so he asks, “Have you ever had a blow job?”
This time Jared’s body doesn’t turn into stone. Instead his head tilts towards Jensen, eyes suddenly burning with curiosity and want.
It’s taken a little while to learn but Jensen can now successfully interpret that look. Jared’s never had a blow job but he’d like too. Jensen can’t really think of a reason to deny him that so he moves forward, lips sealing together.
Jared’s fingers lace up through his hair as Jensen pushes their bodies back, straddling his hips and reaching out to undue buttons. He leans down to spread kisses over the firm chest beneath him, enjoying the near silence of Jared’s gasp and harsh inhales.
Jensen’s fingers move swiftly against Jared’s belt buckle, unzipping the pants before crawling down to slide both them and the boxers down and off. His pulse quickens as he takes in Jared’s mostly naked form, the boy is simply gorgeous.
Hands tugging on his shoulder makes him look up and Jensen follows Jared’s questioning gaze to the bedroom door. “Don’t worry, my family knows they’d be skinned alive for coming in without knocking. Besides the door is locked. You just have to keep real quiet.”
Jared rolls his eyes at this and Jensen chuckles pleasantly, laughter still bubbling out as he presses kisses into the curve of Jared’s hipbone.
Slowly he works his way across the skin, learning its texture and taste. He can smell Jared’s arousal, hot and musky, and feel it bumping against his cheek as he continues to swell with desire.
By the time Jensen centers in on Jared’s hard cock, the boy is writhing beneath him. Jensen’s eyes move up to watch the expressions play across Jared’s face as he snakes out his tongue and licks one solid line up.
Jared’s eyes flutter closed, one hand clenching in Jensen’s hair while the other hovers in mid air between them.
Jensen repeats the lick before blowing softly and enjoying Jared’s sudden thrust upwards, “No, it’s best to stay still.” He instructs, hands pressing down into Jared’s hips before he circles his lips and sucks just the tip of Jared’s dick into his mouth.
Jared makes a soft whimper and it’s enough to make Jensen moan, the noise vibrating against Jared’s skin. Slowly Jensen relaxes his throat, allowing the length to slide back, full and heavy against his tongue.
His hand wraps around the base and he begins a steady stroke suck rhythm that brings both Jared’s hands into his hair, urging him on. Jensen’s so incredibly turned on by Jared’s quiet moans he can’t help but grind against the mattress for any form of relief.
Jensen quickens his pace, hollowing his cheeks to apply more pressure. He knows Jared’s close, can feel the sharp jerks in his movements, and ignores him when he tries to pull Jensen’s head back.
When Jared comes Jensen swallows it all, milking him dry before allowing the now limp flesh to fall from his mouth. Slowly he crawls up Jared’s body, licking his lips, “Was that okay?”
Jared grins at him, sealing their lips together before rolling over to straddle Jensen’s hips.
It’s not long before Jared’s crawling down his own body and Jensen finds it much more difficult to stay silent.
Jared’s mouth is burning around him, so anticipated it’s almost too much when it closes tight. Jared’s hands are large and firm on his hips.
Jensen nearly comes on the spot when Jared’s jaw relaxes and he slides all the way back, head pressing against the back of his throat. He never would have guessed Jared could deep throat like that.
When Jared hums, one single note, it’s too much and Jensen hardly has time to mutter a warning before he’s coming, hard. Jared swallows too, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk when Jensen’s finished.
“Damn,” Jensen whispers, tugging on Jared’s arm until the boy lays beside him and he can gently press their forms together.
A loud scream from the TV has them looking up and both chuckling.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever given and been given head during a zombie movie,” Jensen grins as Jared’s fingers brush his cheek and their heads tilt to get the right angle for a tender kiss.
*
“Hey guys,” Jensen slid onto the bench beside Jared.
“Jensen! If anyone knows it’ll be Jensen,” Chad slams a hand down on the table causing Jensen to pause in the middle of pulling out his lunch. From the corner of his eye he can see Jared smirk before he feels a hand rest on his thigh.
“Chad, let it drop,” Tom groans, shaking his head in annoyance.
“No! I’m telling you I’m right!” Chad defends jerking his fork toward Tom then back to Jensen. “Okay. Now Sandy says Quentin Tarantino plays a character in Pulp Fiction but I’ve fuckin’ seen that movie and he’s not there!”
Jensen’s eyebrow arches and he laughs, setting his soda on the table, “This is the actual issue?”
Danneel rolls her eyes, “What do you expect? It is Chad after all.”
“He’s in it,” Jensen responds before Chad can say something to Danneel he’d most likely regret. “It’s a small role but he is. Jared and I just watched that a few weeks back.”
The table is quiet for a moment as everyone takes this in. For the most part its general knowledge that something is happening between the two of them, but since Jared’s not one for discussing anything, the topic is never approached.
Sandy laughs, holding out her hands, “I do believe you owe me five bucks Murray, fork it over.”
Chad grumbles, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. Tom and Danneel both join in Sandy’s laughter and Tom adds, “Never bet against Sandy, Chad. When will you learn this?”
Jensen chuckles as well but the noise dies in his throat as a pair of soft lips press just below his earlobe. He licks his suddenly dry lips, turning to Jared who gives him a soft smile and a nod before sliding off the bench.
“Whoa,” Chad breaths, laughing as he reaches across the table and slaps Jensen on the arm. “Boy does he like you!”
Jensen can’t help his flush, clearing his throat as he turns to look at the others. “Well I really like him so that’s a good thing I suppose.”
“That’s sweet,” Danneel smiles.
“Look maybe you guys can help me with something,” Jensen glances over his shoulder to make sure Jared really has gone. “Christmas is just around the corner and I really have no idea what to get him.”
Both Sandy and Danneel awe at this and Tom laughs while Chad just rolls his eyes in the direction of the girls, “Bunch of saps.” He snorts. “Try a karaoke machine. Or wait! A really nice iPhone.”
“Chad shut up,” Sandy throws a French fry at him. “Jensen you have to think of something really sweet.”
“Yeah, it has to have some sentimental value,” Danneel agrees. “What’s something that means a lot to both of you?”
“Um…” Jensen wracks his brain but can’t really center on anything specific. “I don’t know.”
“You mean you haven’t learned anything about Jared in all your long hours of conversation?” Chad asks, fake innocence making his voice quiver with a slight whine.
“If you’re not going to be helpful, just leave Chad,” Danneel scowls towards him then turns back to Jensen. “Don’t mind him, Chad wouldn’t know romantic if it bit him in the ass.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I can be very romantic,” Chad defends himself, words half mumbled around the food in his mouth.
Danneel snorts, “Yeah right, and Jared’s going to be the lead in the school play this year.”
“Jensen,” Tom interjects before Chad can think of any witty retort to Danneel’s remark. “Just think about what you know. I know Jared doesn’t say much but I’m sure you’ve learned a lot about him regardless. What do you think he’ll like?”
Jensen thinks about this, turning idea after idea over in his mind. “Well, I could get a necklace or something but that seems too… girly. Jared’s not really the necklace type right?”
They all agree on that point, which is really a rare moment. “A movie?” Sandy asks. “I know you guys spend a lot of time watching movies. Is there one that stands out as being special?”
Jensen’s mind automatically pulls up 28 Weeks Later, but he can’t see that carrying quite the message he intends his Christmas gift to bring, “We only watch movies one of us owns, so there’s nothing really too special about that.”
“Well where did you go on your first date?” Danneel asks curiously.
“We haven’t really gone out anywhere,” Jensen sighs, finding himself wondering if he’s a bad boyfriend for not taking Jared anywhere special. “God, I didn’t think this would be so hard…”
“You’ll come up with something,” Tom smiles encouragingly, gathering trash onto his lunch tray as the warning bell sounds.
“Try making a list,” Chad offers and it’s actually helpful advice so Jensen thanks him and the rest of the group as they stand to head back to class.
*
“Is there any sort of Padalecki family gathering over the Christmas break?” Jensen asks on the drive home from the last day of school for the semester. He’s looking forward to a several class free weeks but is also dreading the idea of spending so much time away from Jared.
Jared’s head shakes against his shoulder where he’s resting comfortably.
“So you’ll be around and we can spend time hanging out and such?” He has to reassure himself that if Jared and he can make it through Jared’s lack of words, they can make it through extended periods not seeing each other.
Jared nods, hand squeezing Jensen’s thigh in comfort. Jensen marvels at this because, just as he’s learned to decipher Jared’s silent actions, Jared has learned to read beneath the words Jensen thinks he’s casually asking.
“Good, I’m going to miss seeing you every day,” he sighs, pulling up in front of Jared’s house, sliding the car into park. “Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?”
Jared lifts himself from Jensen’s side, arching an eyebrow at Jensen in question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Jensen blushes a little, glancing towards Jared’s house until the heat dies a little and he can face him again, “I thought we could get some dinner... and maybe see a movie or something?”
He’s not sure if Jared gets that this would be an official date, their first, but figures the boy has put two and two together when his face breaks into a wide grin. Slowly Jared nods, sliding across the seat to press a gentle kiss to Jensen’s lips before he moves back once more and opens his door.
“I’ll pick you up at 7 then,” Jensen calls after him, chuckling as Jared stumbles a little before turning to him and grinning even brighter than before.
Jensen watches him walk inside, a smile lingering on his lips, before driving home.
*
“Don’t you look lovely,” Jensen’s mother pauses in her walk down the hall. “Big date tonight?”
“Something like that,” Jensen nods and reaches up to shift his hair, staring at himself in the mirror. “Do I really look okay?”
She smiles, stepping into the room to straighten his collar. “You look amazing darling; he’s definitely a lucky one.”
Jensen snorts, shaking his head at this. “I’m really the lucky one.”
“Don’t sell yourself short Jensen,” She clicks her tongue. “I don’t know much about this Jared boy or why he’s so special to you, but you just remember that you’re just as special as he is, if not more so. He is damned blessed to get you.”
Something tingles in Jensen warmly and he smiles at his mother, reaching out to give her a quick hug, “Thanks mom. I better get going.”
“Don’t stay out too late. And drive safely!” She warns, following him out of the room and down the hall.
“Say hi to freak boy for me,” Mackenzie laughs as Jensen heads to the front door.
Jensen sticks his tongue out at her, “You’re only jealous ‘cause he’s so hot.”
Mackenzie giggles more but a faint blush creeps up her cheeks. Jensen laughs at her as he heads outside to his car.
He manages to keep his hands from shaking though his nerves are so tightly wound his left leg bounces against the floor board. His thumb taps to the offbeat of the song on the radio and he finds himself in front of Jared’s house too soon for his comfort. He needs to take several deep breaths before turning the car off and heading towards the front door.
Jared’s father answers less than a minute after Jensen’s rang the doorbell and this does little to help his nerves. “Hey, I’m Jensen. Jared’s friend?”
A thick eyebrow rises in question, “Yeah? What can I do for you?”
“Oh Jared and I have… um… plans. We were going to a movie,” Jensen feels awkward and outrageously out of place. He isn’t really that surprised that Jared’s dad is considering him with deep suspicion. It’s not like Jared had ever mentioned him.
Jared slides into view in the next moment and Jensen sighs in relief. He looks at his dad and his dad considers him in return. Jensen watches the silent communication pass between them until Jared smiles softly, nodding at his dad before stepping out to join Jensen on the front path.
“Curfew’s 1 am,” His dad says as a goodbye, shutting the door as the two walk towards the car.
Jared laughs when Jensen opens the passenger door for him.
“Hey I have to do this right you know!” Jensen defends though he chuckles along with the boy.
The nerves that had previously consumed Jensen fade quickly as they fall into their comfortable pattern. Jensen provides random topics like what movie they should see during the drive to Outback Steakhouse.
Jensen had thought it wise to choose somewhere safe and neutral to eat. He wasn’t sure if Jared had a favorite restaurant, or even a favorite meal for that matter, but you could never go wrong with a good steak.
As it turns out Jared is more the pleased with his decision. They have only just been seated when Jared was pointing at an item on the menu, smiling brightly at Jensen.
“Good choice,” Jensen laughs, looking at the 12 oz. T-bone’s picture. “Don’t forget to pick your sides. Man… the waiter’s going to think I’m some dominating bastard who doesn’t let you talk for yourself.”
Jared chuckles, gesturing to the loaded baked potato and broccoli.
When the waiter comes to their table Jensen orders for them both and the man does consider him and Jared with odd eyes. Jared doesn’t make the situation any easier by looking down at his plate and not once meeting either of their eyes.
By the time the waiter walks off Jensen is blushing brightly and Jared can’t hold back a loud burst of laughter. It warms Jensen to hear it and he forgives younger man for making him looking like a controlling dick.
Still, he mumbles, “asshole,” though a smile.
Dinner goes well, the food is cooked to perfection and both boys leave full and satisfied. Jared takes Jensen’s hand on the way to the car, smiling at him with a look that Jensen knows means ‘thank you.’
*
When they get to the theater neither can decide on a movie that might hold their interest so they choose to walk to the bowling alley next door instead. As it turns out, Jared is an excellent bowler.
Jensen is not.
This works in his favor though as Jared comes up behind him, circling arms around his body to help Jensen guide the ball’s trajectory. He centers them in the middle of the lane, tilting Jensen’s arm in a slight angle.
Jensen’s breath hitches as he feels Jared’s body firm against his own, the heat soaking between layers of clothing. It’s a good thing Jared doesn’t say anything because Jensen’s not sure he’d be able to comprehend something as simple as the alphabet at this point.
They let go of the ball as one. It’s the only strike Jensen gets the whole game, his form never quite up to par. At the end of three games Jared wins with a stunning 159 to his pathetic 96 the first time, 161 to 92 the second and 178 to 85 the last.
Jensen’s willing to forgive him for thoroughly kicking his ass though. After all, two hours of watching the tight lines of Jared’s body stretch and give, skin occasionally peeking from under clothes, makes the whole thing worthwhile. Even though he’s pretty sure his right arm is going to ache the next day.
It’s only just after eleven when they exit the bowling alley, so Jensen drives to a lake just outside of town that he’s heard classmates talking about occasionally. They pull into a secluded spot, Jensen smiling brightly at Jared before crawling over the seat to flop into the back.
Jared laughs, not even bothering to attempt the maneuver. Jensen watches in amusement as he slides out the passenger side then opens the back door and climbs in beside him.
It’s a fairly cold night so Jensen reaches beneath the front seat, glad he thought ahead, and produces a large fluffy blanket. “I’m sure we can think of other ways to stay warm, but until then.” He smiles, spreading it out over them and leaning into Jared’s form.
A soft sigh falls from Jared’s lips as his arms wrap around Jensen, pulling him close against his chest.
He relaxes against the boy’s chest for awhile, letting a comfortable silence hang in the air around him. Eventually he turns, tilting his head up so he can gently trace his lips over Jared’s.
They kiss slowly for a few minutes before the kiss gains heat, Jared shifting them till he’s half sprawled on top of Jensen.
It doesn’t take long for hands to shift under clothing, pull tugging until pants and boxers are half tangled around feet, both are panting and gazing with lust filled eyes at each other. Jensen lets out a hiss as Jared’s hips slide along his. Heat burns through him as he rocks to meet Jared’s shaky thrusts.
“Fuck,” he growls, gripping Jared’s shoulders and letting his head fall back against the seat.
Jared thrusts steady against him, cock against cock. Jensen spits into his palm, prying his hand between them and using the saliva to lubricate their motions. The pace quickens at this and Jensen’s not sure he can hold on much longer.
“God Jared, so good…” he groans, arching his hips up to meet each thrust.
At this Jared comes, stilling against him and burying his head into Jensen’s shoulder with a deep groan.
Jensen follows suit, panting harshly, hand rising to lace into Jared’s hair. “You know, that was pretty quick, we’re going to have to try it again before I let you know if I like it or not.”
Jared weakly lifts his head and smiles brightly at him before sealing their lips together softly.
*
They pull up to Jared’s house a quarter to one, both satiated and smiling goofily at each other. “Oh, before you go,” Jensen breathes as Jared moves off his shoulder where he’d been resting.
Jared watches him with a raised eyebrow as he shifts to reach beneath the seat and pull out a box.
Jensen is blushing when he straightens, offering the object out, “Here. It’s um… just a Christmas gift.”
Jared’s hand moves to grasp the box, eyes slightly wide as he flips it open. A soft gasp leaves his lips as he stares down at the ring there. It’s a simple silver band, nothing too fancy but the inside is engraved with Trust Me. I’m Yours.
It’s sweet and sappy and Jensen bites his lip because he’s not sure if Jared will want something so cheesy. “I guess it’s like… a promise ring or something…” he mumbles because the silence is too much for him to take.
Jared slips the ring from the box, sliding it on his finger and smiling softly. His hand reaches out to trace Jensen’s cheek before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his lips.
“Thank you Jensen…” he breaths in a faint whisper before sliding across the seat, opening the door and heading towards the house before Jensen’s brain can kick start back into gear.
He sits there for a long time afterwards, staring at Jared’s front door, the words repeat over and over in his head.
Part Five
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairings: Jensen/Jared (other characters include the various randoms)
Rating: NC-17 (as an overall series, each part varies)
Disclaimer: Oh if only these boys were mine, the things I would do :)
Warnings: AU, HS fic, h/c, angst, schoomp
Words: 4,780 (this part)
Summary: Jensen would just like to let his parents know that moving at the beginning of his senior year is so not cool. But it’s forgivable if he can get the oh so pretty Jared Padalecki to just say something to him.
Author Notes: First off, yup! Story is finished! All of your feedback has really kept me going and I really appreciate it! And thank you surevesta for being my excellent beta and helping so much and making me a fantastic banner!
It’s snowing the first Monday of December and Jensen is relieved to finally have a real excuse to drive his car to school. When he pulls up in front of Jared’s house the boy is already standing on the sidewalk, eyes fixed towards the direction of Jensen’s home. He’s wearing a knitted black beanie, hair spilling out from beneath.
Jensen thinks with that, the baggy jeans and matching black sweater Jared could easily be a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. “Hey sexy,” he calls after rolling down his window. “Need a lift?”
Jared bends at the waist, looking in at him curiously before smiling and reaching out for the car door handle.
They’re going to be insanely early to school and Jensen knows this but it’s not like he had Jared’s phone number to let him know he’d be driving. Besides he figures the extra time hanging together in the parking lot won’t hurt him.
Jared’s hand comes to rest over his as he shifts the car into drive, “I’m way too much of a wimp to walk in this weather,” he laughs, casually spreading his fingers so Jared’s can lace between them. “Plus my car doesn’t get driven enough. I think she’s jealous.”
Even though the jokes mostly lame Jensen is rewarded with Jared’s chuckle. He adds a mental tally note to his list. In the weeks since Thanksgiving that chuckle has become more and more frequent. Jensen decides it’s a fantastic sign, no matter how small it seems.
Jensen takes advantage of the bench seat; hooking a finger in Jared’s belt loop and pulling him flush against his side. As he stops at a light his nose presses against hair and ear lobe, “Is this alright?” He whispers.
Jared flushes, adjusting his legs into a more comfortable position before laying his hand high on Jensen’s thigh.
The moment is so perfect Jensen actually considers not turning left into the school’s parking lot. Maybe they could just keep driving like this. Just him and Jared and whatever shit happened to Jared would fade away and they would have their happily ever after.
At this thought Jensen thumbs down his blinker. No, he really can’t be thinking about ‘happily ever afters’ and running away together. The world really just doesn’t work that way and he knows better then to think it might.
Still…
Jensen glances at Jared as he slid the car into a parking spot, “I kinda already assumed we were um… and well you might have too but just for the record, I wanted to know… do you want to be my boyfriend?”
He can’t fight off the blush painting his cheeks so instead Jensen focuses his attention on turning the key in the car’s ignition off. Jared had different plans however. His hand moved up to cup Jensen’s chin, a favorite gesture of his, and tilt his head towards him. Lips sealing in a kiss that quickly became heated.
Jensen moaned as his hand tangled up into the thick locks of Jared’s hair, tongues swirling against each other. Jensen could very easily get lost in the taste of coffee and toothpaste and something distinctly Jared.
A loud honk followed by a shout of, “get a room!” and laughter broke the moment.
Jared blushed, pulling back a few inches and tracing his thumb down Jensen’s cheek.
“So, that’s a yes then?” Jensen can’t help but tease, grinning before leaning forward for another soft kiss.
*
“Where is it?!” Jensen groaned, leafing through the stack of papers on the counter. “Come on… come on!” Anger and frustration built up in him as his search remained fruitless.
“Jensen, honey, what are you looking for?” His mother eyed him over her glasses while setting her cup of ice tea on the table.
“There’s this paper…” Jensen huffed, moving to the trash can. “And if had all these movies on it. It’s… well some were crossed out and…”
His mother’s expression drifted from confusion to caution, “Okay… and was it important?”
“Yes. Do you think I’d be looking for it if it wasn’t important?!” He snapped, instantly regretting the words as he caught his mother’s flinch from the corner of his eye.
“Does this have anything to do with that mute boy?” She asked, fingers smoothing down the sides of her shirt in a nervous gesture.
“Mute… oh you mean Jared?” Jensen turns to face her completely, leaning back against the counter. “He’s not mute. He’s just… quiet.”
Which was an extreme understatement but Jensen wasn’t sure how to explain the situation to his mother. “Are you seeing this boy?” She pressed on.
Jensen’s unable to speak at this question. He’s never really come out to his parents, never felt the need to and he’s not sure now is the time, his mother is smarter then he’s given her credit for though. “Mom… he’s not… I mean, we are…” he sighs, not quite able to finish the thought.
She moves across the kitchen to him her arms coming up to circle his shoulders in a tight hug. “Oh don’t be so nervous honey. You know I’ll always love you, no matter what. I just want you to be careful around this boy… there’s something about him I just can’t put my finger on.”
“Jared’s really great mom,” Jensen defends, though he knows he will keep his mother’s advice in his head. Just in case.
“Well anyways,” she presses a kiss to his cheek. “You left a bunch of schoolwork in the front room honey, maybe your paper is there?”
Jensen beamed at her, returning the kiss, “You’re absolutely right! And a genius! Thank you!” With that he darted into the front room to retrieve the missing list.
*
“Have you ever dated anyone before?” Jensen asks Jared halfway through 28 Weeks Later.
Jared eyes him oddly though Jensen’s not really sure if it’s the question or the timing that surprised him. Jensen has to admit that having discussions about ex’s during zombie movies isn’t really traditional. Regardless, Jared shakes his head. First a negative, then a positive.
Jensen arches his eyebrows, “No and yes? So one of those ‘it was complicated’ type of things?”
Jared nods, shifting to grab a handful of Reese Pieces. He pours them into his mouth before gesturing to Jensen for an answer.
“Well, not really dated…” Jensen moves to pull the candy closer. “This one guy and I sort of had a fling for a few weeks, but it was more about making out and blows jobs then romance. You’re definitely my first boyfriend.”
Jared blushes at this, bumping their shoulders together in an affectionate gesture.
“So, in this complicated relationship of yours…” Jensen begins, eyes focusing on the TV to work up the nerve to ask the next question. He feels silly for being so nervous. It’s not like Jared’s going to flip out and stop talking to him. “Did you sleep together?”
Jared stills completely, his body going rigid and Jensen has to watch his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.
Jensen decides this is a very bad sign and can’t help wondering what information he may have stumbled upon, “Hey it’s okay. I mean… if it’s something you don’t want to go into that’s fine.”
Jared’s eyes move to him, his shoulders relaxing just a little, a gentle sigh falling from his lips.
“I haven’t,” Jensen offers up, hoping to kill the final threads of tension between them. “Not all the way at least. Just blow jobs, hand jobs, fooling around and shit but not… yeah.”
Jared nods the soft movements of his body returning as the tense moment fades away.
Jensen’s not sure he should push his luck but curiosity has never been his strong suit so he asks, “Have you ever had a blow job?”
This time Jared’s body doesn’t turn into stone. Instead his head tilts towards Jensen, eyes suddenly burning with curiosity and want.
It’s taken a little while to learn but Jensen can now successfully interpret that look. Jared’s never had a blow job but he’d like too. Jensen can’t really think of a reason to deny him that so he moves forward, lips sealing together.
Jared’s fingers lace up through his hair as Jensen pushes their bodies back, straddling his hips and reaching out to undue buttons. He leans down to spread kisses over the firm chest beneath him, enjoying the near silence of Jared’s gasp and harsh inhales.
Jensen’s fingers move swiftly against Jared’s belt buckle, unzipping the pants before crawling down to slide both them and the boxers down and off. His pulse quickens as he takes in Jared’s mostly naked form, the boy is simply gorgeous.
Hands tugging on his shoulder makes him look up and Jensen follows Jared’s questioning gaze to the bedroom door. “Don’t worry, my family knows they’d be skinned alive for coming in without knocking. Besides the door is locked. You just have to keep real quiet.”
Jared rolls his eyes at this and Jensen chuckles pleasantly, laughter still bubbling out as he presses kisses into the curve of Jared’s hipbone.
Slowly he works his way across the skin, learning its texture and taste. He can smell Jared’s arousal, hot and musky, and feel it bumping against his cheek as he continues to swell with desire.
By the time Jensen centers in on Jared’s hard cock, the boy is writhing beneath him. Jensen’s eyes move up to watch the expressions play across Jared’s face as he snakes out his tongue and licks one solid line up.
Jared’s eyes flutter closed, one hand clenching in Jensen’s hair while the other hovers in mid air between them.
Jensen repeats the lick before blowing softly and enjoying Jared’s sudden thrust upwards, “No, it’s best to stay still.” He instructs, hands pressing down into Jared’s hips before he circles his lips and sucks just the tip of Jared’s dick into his mouth.
Jared makes a soft whimper and it’s enough to make Jensen moan, the noise vibrating against Jared’s skin. Slowly Jensen relaxes his throat, allowing the length to slide back, full and heavy against his tongue.
His hand wraps around the base and he begins a steady stroke suck rhythm that brings both Jared’s hands into his hair, urging him on. Jensen’s so incredibly turned on by Jared’s quiet moans he can’t help but grind against the mattress for any form of relief.
Jensen quickens his pace, hollowing his cheeks to apply more pressure. He knows Jared’s close, can feel the sharp jerks in his movements, and ignores him when he tries to pull Jensen’s head back.
When Jared comes Jensen swallows it all, milking him dry before allowing the now limp flesh to fall from his mouth. Slowly he crawls up Jared’s body, licking his lips, “Was that okay?”
Jared grins at him, sealing their lips together before rolling over to straddle Jensen’s hips.
It’s not long before Jared’s crawling down his own body and Jensen finds it much more difficult to stay silent.
Jared’s mouth is burning around him, so anticipated it’s almost too much when it closes tight. Jared’s hands are large and firm on his hips.
Jensen nearly comes on the spot when Jared’s jaw relaxes and he slides all the way back, head pressing against the back of his throat. He never would have guessed Jared could deep throat like that.
When Jared hums, one single note, it’s too much and Jensen hardly has time to mutter a warning before he’s coming, hard. Jared swallows too, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk when Jensen’s finished.
“Damn,” Jensen whispers, tugging on Jared’s arm until the boy lays beside him and he can gently press their forms together.
A loud scream from the TV has them looking up and both chuckling.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever given and been given head during a zombie movie,” Jensen grins as Jared’s fingers brush his cheek and their heads tilt to get the right angle for a tender kiss.
*
“Hey guys,” Jensen slid onto the bench beside Jared.
“Jensen! If anyone knows it’ll be Jensen,” Chad slams a hand down on the table causing Jensen to pause in the middle of pulling out his lunch. From the corner of his eye he can see Jared smirk before he feels a hand rest on his thigh.
“Chad, let it drop,” Tom groans, shaking his head in annoyance.
“No! I’m telling you I’m right!” Chad defends jerking his fork toward Tom then back to Jensen. “Okay. Now Sandy says Quentin Tarantino plays a character in Pulp Fiction but I’ve fuckin’ seen that movie and he’s not there!”
Jensen’s eyebrow arches and he laughs, setting his soda on the table, “This is the actual issue?”
Danneel rolls her eyes, “What do you expect? It is Chad after all.”
“He’s in it,” Jensen responds before Chad can say something to Danneel he’d most likely regret. “It’s a small role but he is. Jared and I just watched that a few weeks back.”
The table is quiet for a moment as everyone takes this in. For the most part its general knowledge that something is happening between the two of them, but since Jared’s not one for discussing anything, the topic is never approached.
Sandy laughs, holding out her hands, “I do believe you owe me five bucks Murray, fork it over.”
Chad grumbles, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. Tom and Danneel both join in Sandy’s laughter and Tom adds, “Never bet against Sandy, Chad. When will you learn this?”
Jensen chuckles as well but the noise dies in his throat as a pair of soft lips press just below his earlobe. He licks his suddenly dry lips, turning to Jared who gives him a soft smile and a nod before sliding off the bench.
“Whoa,” Chad breaths, laughing as he reaches across the table and slaps Jensen on the arm. “Boy does he like you!”
Jensen can’t help his flush, clearing his throat as he turns to look at the others. “Well I really like him so that’s a good thing I suppose.”
“That’s sweet,” Danneel smiles.
“Look maybe you guys can help me with something,” Jensen glances over his shoulder to make sure Jared really has gone. “Christmas is just around the corner and I really have no idea what to get him.”
Both Sandy and Danneel awe at this and Tom laughs while Chad just rolls his eyes in the direction of the girls, “Bunch of saps.” He snorts. “Try a karaoke machine. Or wait! A really nice iPhone.”
“Chad shut up,” Sandy throws a French fry at him. “Jensen you have to think of something really sweet.”
“Yeah, it has to have some sentimental value,” Danneel agrees. “What’s something that means a lot to both of you?”
“Um…” Jensen wracks his brain but can’t really center on anything specific. “I don’t know.”
“You mean you haven’t learned anything about Jared in all your long hours of conversation?” Chad asks, fake innocence making his voice quiver with a slight whine.
“If you’re not going to be helpful, just leave Chad,” Danneel scowls towards him then turns back to Jensen. “Don’t mind him, Chad wouldn’t know romantic if it bit him in the ass.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I can be very romantic,” Chad defends himself, words half mumbled around the food in his mouth.
Danneel snorts, “Yeah right, and Jared’s going to be the lead in the school play this year.”
“Jensen,” Tom interjects before Chad can think of any witty retort to Danneel’s remark. “Just think about what you know. I know Jared doesn’t say much but I’m sure you’ve learned a lot about him regardless. What do you think he’ll like?”
Jensen thinks about this, turning idea after idea over in his mind. “Well, I could get a necklace or something but that seems too… girly. Jared’s not really the necklace type right?”
They all agree on that point, which is really a rare moment. “A movie?” Sandy asks. “I know you guys spend a lot of time watching movies. Is there one that stands out as being special?”
Jensen’s mind automatically pulls up 28 Weeks Later, but he can’t see that carrying quite the message he intends his Christmas gift to bring, “We only watch movies one of us owns, so there’s nothing really too special about that.”
“Well where did you go on your first date?” Danneel asks curiously.
“We haven’t really gone out anywhere,” Jensen sighs, finding himself wondering if he’s a bad boyfriend for not taking Jared anywhere special. “God, I didn’t think this would be so hard…”
“You’ll come up with something,” Tom smiles encouragingly, gathering trash onto his lunch tray as the warning bell sounds.
“Try making a list,” Chad offers and it’s actually helpful advice so Jensen thanks him and the rest of the group as they stand to head back to class.
*
“Is there any sort of Padalecki family gathering over the Christmas break?” Jensen asks on the drive home from the last day of school for the semester. He’s looking forward to a several class free weeks but is also dreading the idea of spending so much time away from Jared.
Jared’s head shakes against his shoulder where he’s resting comfortably.
“So you’ll be around and we can spend time hanging out and such?” He has to reassure himself that if Jared and he can make it through Jared’s lack of words, they can make it through extended periods not seeing each other.
Jared nods, hand squeezing Jensen’s thigh in comfort. Jensen marvels at this because, just as he’s learned to decipher Jared’s silent actions, Jared has learned to read beneath the words Jensen thinks he’s casually asking.
“Good, I’m going to miss seeing you every day,” he sighs, pulling up in front of Jared’s house, sliding the car into park. “Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?”
Jared lifts himself from Jensen’s side, arching an eyebrow at Jensen in question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Jensen blushes a little, glancing towards Jared’s house until the heat dies a little and he can face him again, “I thought we could get some dinner... and maybe see a movie or something?”
He’s not sure if Jared gets that this would be an official date, their first, but figures the boy has put two and two together when his face breaks into a wide grin. Slowly Jared nods, sliding across the seat to press a gentle kiss to Jensen’s lips before he moves back once more and opens his door.
“I’ll pick you up at 7 then,” Jensen calls after him, chuckling as Jared stumbles a little before turning to him and grinning even brighter than before.
Jensen watches him walk inside, a smile lingering on his lips, before driving home.
*
“Don’t you look lovely,” Jensen’s mother pauses in her walk down the hall. “Big date tonight?”
“Something like that,” Jensen nods and reaches up to shift his hair, staring at himself in the mirror. “Do I really look okay?”
She smiles, stepping into the room to straighten his collar. “You look amazing darling; he’s definitely a lucky one.”
Jensen snorts, shaking his head at this. “I’m really the lucky one.”
“Don’t sell yourself short Jensen,” She clicks her tongue. “I don’t know much about this Jared boy or why he’s so special to you, but you just remember that you’re just as special as he is, if not more so. He is damned blessed to get you.”
Something tingles in Jensen warmly and he smiles at his mother, reaching out to give her a quick hug, “Thanks mom. I better get going.”
“Don’t stay out too late. And drive safely!” She warns, following him out of the room and down the hall.
“Say hi to freak boy for me,” Mackenzie laughs as Jensen heads to the front door.
Jensen sticks his tongue out at her, “You’re only jealous ‘cause he’s so hot.”
Mackenzie giggles more but a faint blush creeps up her cheeks. Jensen laughs at her as he heads outside to his car.
He manages to keep his hands from shaking though his nerves are so tightly wound his left leg bounces against the floor board. His thumb taps to the offbeat of the song on the radio and he finds himself in front of Jared’s house too soon for his comfort. He needs to take several deep breaths before turning the car off and heading towards the front door.
Jared’s father answers less than a minute after Jensen’s rang the doorbell and this does little to help his nerves. “Hey, I’m Jensen. Jared’s friend?”
A thick eyebrow rises in question, “Yeah? What can I do for you?”
“Oh Jared and I have… um… plans. We were going to a movie,” Jensen feels awkward and outrageously out of place. He isn’t really that surprised that Jared’s dad is considering him with deep suspicion. It’s not like Jared had ever mentioned him.
Jared slides into view in the next moment and Jensen sighs in relief. He looks at his dad and his dad considers him in return. Jensen watches the silent communication pass between them until Jared smiles softly, nodding at his dad before stepping out to join Jensen on the front path.
“Curfew’s 1 am,” His dad says as a goodbye, shutting the door as the two walk towards the car.
Jared laughs when Jensen opens the passenger door for him.
“Hey I have to do this right you know!” Jensen defends though he chuckles along with the boy.
The nerves that had previously consumed Jensen fade quickly as they fall into their comfortable pattern. Jensen provides random topics like what movie they should see during the drive to Outback Steakhouse.
Jensen had thought it wise to choose somewhere safe and neutral to eat. He wasn’t sure if Jared had a favorite restaurant, or even a favorite meal for that matter, but you could never go wrong with a good steak.
As it turns out Jared is more the pleased with his decision. They have only just been seated when Jared was pointing at an item on the menu, smiling brightly at Jensen.
“Good choice,” Jensen laughs, looking at the 12 oz. T-bone’s picture. “Don’t forget to pick your sides. Man… the waiter’s going to think I’m some dominating bastard who doesn’t let you talk for yourself.”
Jared chuckles, gesturing to the loaded baked potato and broccoli.
When the waiter comes to their table Jensen orders for them both and the man does consider him and Jared with odd eyes. Jared doesn’t make the situation any easier by looking down at his plate and not once meeting either of their eyes.
By the time the waiter walks off Jensen is blushing brightly and Jared can’t hold back a loud burst of laughter. It warms Jensen to hear it and he forgives younger man for making him looking like a controlling dick.
Still, he mumbles, “asshole,” though a smile.
Dinner goes well, the food is cooked to perfection and both boys leave full and satisfied. Jared takes Jensen’s hand on the way to the car, smiling at him with a look that Jensen knows means ‘thank you.’
*
When they get to the theater neither can decide on a movie that might hold their interest so they choose to walk to the bowling alley next door instead. As it turns out, Jared is an excellent bowler.
Jensen is not.
This works in his favor though as Jared comes up behind him, circling arms around his body to help Jensen guide the ball’s trajectory. He centers them in the middle of the lane, tilting Jensen’s arm in a slight angle.
Jensen’s breath hitches as he feels Jared’s body firm against his own, the heat soaking between layers of clothing. It’s a good thing Jared doesn’t say anything because Jensen’s not sure he’d be able to comprehend something as simple as the alphabet at this point.
They let go of the ball as one. It’s the only strike Jensen gets the whole game, his form never quite up to par. At the end of three games Jared wins with a stunning 159 to his pathetic 96 the first time, 161 to 92 the second and 178 to 85 the last.
Jensen’s willing to forgive him for thoroughly kicking his ass though. After all, two hours of watching the tight lines of Jared’s body stretch and give, skin occasionally peeking from under clothes, makes the whole thing worthwhile. Even though he’s pretty sure his right arm is going to ache the next day.
It’s only just after eleven when they exit the bowling alley, so Jensen drives to a lake just outside of town that he’s heard classmates talking about occasionally. They pull into a secluded spot, Jensen smiling brightly at Jared before crawling over the seat to flop into the back.
Jared laughs, not even bothering to attempt the maneuver. Jensen watches in amusement as he slides out the passenger side then opens the back door and climbs in beside him.
It’s a fairly cold night so Jensen reaches beneath the front seat, glad he thought ahead, and produces a large fluffy blanket. “I’m sure we can think of other ways to stay warm, but until then.” He smiles, spreading it out over them and leaning into Jared’s form.
A soft sigh falls from Jared’s lips as his arms wrap around Jensen, pulling him close against his chest.
He relaxes against the boy’s chest for awhile, letting a comfortable silence hang in the air around him. Eventually he turns, tilting his head up so he can gently trace his lips over Jared’s.
They kiss slowly for a few minutes before the kiss gains heat, Jared shifting them till he’s half sprawled on top of Jensen.
It doesn’t take long for hands to shift under clothing, pull tugging until pants and boxers are half tangled around feet, both are panting and gazing with lust filled eyes at each other. Jensen lets out a hiss as Jared’s hips slide along his. Heat burns through him as he rocks to meet Jared’s shaky thrusts.
“Fuck,” he growls, gripping Jared’s shoulders and letting his head fall back against the seat.
Jared thrusts steady against him, cock against cock. Jensen spits into his palm, prying his hand between them and using the saliva to lubricate their motions. The pace quickens at this and Jensen’s not sure he can hold on much longer.
“God Jared, so good…” he groans, arching his hips up to meet each thrust.
At this Jared comes, stilling against him and burying his head into Jensen’s shoulder with a deep groan.
Jensen follows suit, panting harshly, hand rising to lace into Jared’s hair. “You know, that was pretty quick, we’re going to have to try it again before I let you know if I like it or not.”
Jared weakly lifts his head and smiles brightly at him before sealing their lips together softly.
*
They pull up to Jared’s house a quarter to one, both satiated and smiling goofily at each other. “Oh, before you go,” Jensen breathes as Jared moves off his shoulder where he’d been resting.
Jared watches him with a raised eyebrow as he shifts to reach beneath the seat and pull out a box.
Jensen is blushing when he straightens, offering the object out, “Here. It’s um… just a Christmas gift.”
Jared’s hand moves to grasp the box, eyes slightly wide as he flips it open. A soft gasp leaves his lips as he stares down at the ring there. It’s a simple silver band, nothing too fancy but the inside is engraved with Trust Me. I’m Yours.
It’s sweet and sappy and Jensen bites his lip because he’s not sure if Jared will want something so cheesy. “I guess it’s like… a promise ring or something…” he mumbles because the silence is too much for him to take.
Jared slips the ring from the box, sliding it on his finger and smiling softly. His hand reaches out to trace Jensen’s cheek before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his lips.
“Thank you Jensen…” he breaths in a faint whisper before sliding across the seat, opening the door and heading towards the house before Jensen’s brain can kick start back into gear.
He sits there for a long time afterwards, staring at Jared’s front door, the words repeat over and over in his head.
Part Five