Backstory
A few weeks ago,
keepaofthecheez had posted this picture of Jared and Sandy at the Lakers game, taken the weekend of Jensen's 30th birthday.
And he just looked so sullen and hungover and cranky (um and HOT) that I couldn't stop imagining all kinds of awesome backstories. This one is my favorite. Also my first attempt at: (1) slash, (2) RPS and (3) J2. I'd love some feedback.
Title: Backstory
Pairing: J2 (kinda)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: Around 2,100
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything.
Warning: It's kind of angsty, which REALLY isn't me, but hell, the way Jared looks in that pic... guh!
So Jensen's gay, and yeah, Jared's known that for, like, ever. And it's cool. They're best friends, closer than any gay/non-gay guys he's ever met, and Jared likes things they way they are just fine. Except. Well, he's been cool with Jensen being gay, but that might be because Jensen's also been somewhat of a monk. So sure, Jared's heard him talk about hot guys, seen him check out a dude here and there, but Jensen doesn't really, y'know, DO much.
Besides flirting, that is. Jensen's the king of flirting, even with Jared. Jared loves the guy, and usually he laughs it off just fine, but sometimes Jensen is so graphic, and, and specific, and just so fucking dirty that Jared has to stop breathing momentarily. Just to, um, avoid choking on his own spit.
Like that time that Jared was bitching about how long it's been since Sandy had been up for a visit, and how he was feeling kinda backed up, y'know? And Jensen let his eyes drag down Jared's body real slow, licked his own lips and, smiling slightly, said, nothin' a nice, wet blowjob won't cure, Jay. Like he was offering or something. And then he launched into a whole description of his ideal blowjob, complete with ball-licking and rimming and fuck if Jared didn't get hard just listening to him.
So yeah, Jensen flirts pretty hard with Jared, and to tell the truth, Jared's always suspected that Jensen's had a tiny crush on him. Which, whatever, y'know? Jared's young and hot, he knows it. And he's pretty much with Jensen all the time, so it's not surprising that maybe Jensen uses him for jerkoff material. Jared doesn't really mind. And it's not like he hasn't had Jensen pop up in his mind's eye late at night, or in the shower. For some reason, Jared likes to think about Jensen fucking Sandy. In the ass. But whatever, it's normal, right? People think about all sorts of weird shit when they're jerking off.
And if he's being totally honest, Jared totally encourages Jensen. He enjoys the attention, just a little. Flirts back. Makes all grabby with Jensen whenever they're in public together. Knows it drives Jensen nuts, loves it when it makes Jensen blush. Jared smirks to himself, congratulating himself for getting Jensen all flustered.
And still, with all the time they've spent together, Jared's never actually, like, SEEN Jensen hook up with a guy.
Until tonight.
It's Jensen's birthday - the big three-oh - and so, yeah, the dude has a right to have a good time. But for some reason, Jared had just assumed that any good time Jensen was having would include him. In a starring role. Not, like, sex or anything, but. Jared's just used to getting the lion's share of Jensen's attention.
But right now, a slender, scruffy guy named Jack or Jake or something is getting all of Jensen's attention. Or all of Jensen's face, is more like it. He's straddling Jensen and kissing him like the world is about to end, and truth be told, Jared wouldn't mind much if it did. It's not that. He's not jealous or anything. It's just that the dude is kind of cheesy. He has an earring and he might be wearing eyeliner. He just looks so... gay. Like, tv sitcom gay.
And he won't get off Jensen, not that Jensen appears to mind. But Jensen's drunk off his ass, and yeah, so maybe Jared is too, but Jensen can't possibly be making the best decisions right now, and Jared feels responsible for Jensen's well-being. So when Jensen's hands drift down and cup Jack/Jake's ass and pull him up against his crotch, Jared springs into action.
Or stumbles. But whatever, he's drunk, so he can't really be blamed for falling onto the couch and spilling his Jack Daniels all over Jack/Jake. The kid jerks back so fast that Jared almost feels bad, but then he takes one look at Jensen, and...
Jensen is laughing, low and sloppy. His face is flushed and his eyes are heavy-lidded and his mouth is all swollen from the makeout session. His skin is just a tiny bit shiny, sweaty, and he looks really fucking horny. His hands are still on the kid's ass, and Jared realizes that even though Jack/Jake has pulled his face and shoulders back to wipe the cold, sticky drink off of him, his hips are still pushing against Jensen's. They're, like, humping right there. Right in front of Jared.
"Whoa, sorry, uh, man," Jared mumbles, then snickers right into Jack/Jake's face. The guy just glares at Jared, who's now sprawled out on the couch next to them.
Jared ignores the little shit and grabs Jensen, kinda roughly, by his arm. Tries to get Jensen's attention but chokes a bit when Jensen's head falls against the back of the couch and his eyes flutter closed and he just, just looks really fucking hot. Jared steels himself and tries again, shaking Jensen's arm this time.
"Jensen." It comes out sorta growly, which is weird. "Jensen, c'mon. Wanna, uh, show you somethin'." Jared rolls into a standing position and tugs Jensen so that the kissy-faced kid lands on his ass on the floor.
"What's your fucking problem, dude?" Jack/Jake's mad. Jared just sniggers and tugs Jensen some more. Lucky for Jared, Jensen seems to find the situation funny too, and he just shakes his head and lets Jared push him towards the stairs.
"What a douche," Jared says, and strains to hear Jensen's response.
"Oh, I don't know," Jensen says airily. "Felt like he had a nice big, hard cock."
Jared almost trips on the last step, but manages to steer Jensen into one of the empty bedrooms and kick the door closed behind them. This is unfamiliar territory for Jared, 'cause he's not gay, but he knows that he doesn't want Jensen touching that kid any more. Feels like he wants to touch Jensen himself, wants to make Jensen come apart and scream his name. "That what you want for your birthday, Jensen?" Jared leans Jensen up against the wall and crowds against him. "Some nice big, hard cock?"
Jensen looks over Jared's shoulder and looks around the strange room blearily. "Whadja wanna show me, Jay?" He appears to be ignoring Jared's question, which, what the fuck?
Jared presses closer, snugging his hips tight against Jensen's. He doesn't know what he's doing, exactly, but it feels good to rub his cock against Jensen, so that's what he does. He's hard, and he knows Jensen can feel it. "Guess," he whispers against Jensen's neck, and then wraps his lips around Jensen's earlobe and sucks.
Jensen's reaction is not what he would have expected. In fact, it sounds kind of like Jensen is, like Jensen is... laughing.
Jensen IS laughing. And pushing weakly at Jared's chest, shoving him backwards. Jared, confused, pulls away. "What's so funny, dude?"
It takes Jensen a few moments to calm down, but then he looks up at Jared, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're a good friend, Jay, but, I totally don't need you to fuck me for my birthday." His hand is holding Jared away from him, but he's smiling with what looks like affection.
Jared shoves up against him once more. "Can I fuck you for my birthday, then?" He leans in to nip at Jensen's bottom lip, but is stonewalled when Jensen dodges to the right.
"What the hell is going on, Jay? You wake up gay today?" Jensen slides against the wall and ducks under Jared's arm to get free. He takes a few steps towards the door.
"And if I did?" Jared still thinks there's going to be some fucking happening, he's just not sure how they're going to get there.
Jensen starts laughing again, swaying a bit as he steps closer to the door. "You, oh Jay." More laughter. And really? Jared doesn't see the humor in the situation. "You think this is what I want? To babysit you through your sexual crisis? To end up getting a dry first-timer's handjob after you," (airquotes) "let me" (end airquotes) "suck you off and show you how great it is on the gay side of the fence?"
Jared is struck dumb. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Jensen's supposed to want him. He's not supposed to be the one gagging for it, and yet, here he is.
Jensen shakes his head and laughs some more. "Dude, another time maybe. You want me to show you the ropes? I can do that. But not tonight, man. Go home and call Sandy. 'Cause tonight? S'my birthday. And I'mna get my cock sucked by a bonafide cocksucker, like my friend downstairs. And then I'mna fuck him through the mattress and he's not gonna be all, in my asshole? really? He's gonna beg me to fuck his ass harder, faster, and know what, Jay? I'mna do it."
And with that, Jensen's out the door.
And Jared just stands there, cock totally soft. And it occurs to him that he's really, really drunk, because he's feeling kind of sick, and also, he must be imagining that whole thing with Jensen because none of this could possibly be happening. He stumbles back towards the bed, feeling a little dizzy. Thinks lying down will help, although it never does.
Who knows how long later, Jared wakes up in the dark, unfamiliar room. The music's no longer playing, so the party must be over. His head is foggy and he's still really drunk, which he learns as he fumbles down the stairs and has to clutch the railing with both hands to keep himself from falling.
He's angry, but he can't remember why. And it's a weird feeling, to just feel all tense and ready to hit someone and not know why. It's making his neck ache.
And then all of a sudden his eyes ache. And his chest. Because the party is over, mostly, but there's Jensen, sprawled on the couch, shirt off and pants shoved down around his thighs. And there's Jack/Jake, head bobbing in Jensen's lap, slurping and hollowing his cheeks out as he takes Jensen down to the root, faced pushed into Jensen's groin. And Jensen's making these rough little sounds, grunts and whispers of oh yeah and fuck and suck me. And when Jared hears Jensen say just like that Jay he fucking loses it. He stumbles to the door and hauls ass out of there fast as he can.
He calls Sandy on the drive home, thinking somehow that talking on the phone will make him a safer drunk driver. He tells her he has to see her, wants to feel her sucking him, fucking him, misses her so much. He makes plans to catch a flight down to LA in the morning, to spend the rest of the weekend with her. Doesn't matter if it's only for one night, and no, Jensen won't mind. Nothing special planned for his birthday weekend.
He hangs up and thinks about what Jensen's probably doing right now. Fucking that guy in the ass, calling him Jay, which, fine, the guy's name might actually have been Jay. Whatever, he doesn't need Jensen to fucking show him the goddamned ropes - he doesn't want Jensen to show him anything. Jared's got Sandy. And Sandy is seriously hot, like pornstar hot, and has awesome tits, and fucks like a champ. Jared slows down when he thinks he sees a cop. False alarm. And by the way, no matter how fucking sexass Jensen is, he don't got no tits. So fucking there, Jensen Ackles.
Somewhere in his mind Jared knows it's a bad idea to call Jensen, but he does it anyways, swerving the car a little as he pulls off the highway into the neighborhood where he lives. It goes right to voicemail, and Jared can't think about why that is. He snorts into the phone. "Think you're so hot just because you're all beautiful and shit. Well I’m fucking a goddamned LAKERS GIRL, Jensen. That’s right bitch - she can get me floor seats to the Lakers WHENEVER I WANT. Can you do that? No. I didn’t THINK SO. Just because you’re all fucking... hot enough to make me gay and shit... you think that makes me want to fuck you?" Jared laughs meanly. "BECAUSE I DON’T. Not even when you wear those fucking jeans. Not even when you… fuck. Fuck you, you fucking conceited fuck! FLOOR SEATS!"
And when he gets to LA he spends the first hour and a half fucking Sandy six ways from Sunday. And when Sandy gets them tickets and Jensen's fucking team fucking LOSES in overtime, Jared can't understand why he's not happy.
The end.
keepaofthecheez had posted this picture of Jared and Sandy at the Lakers game, taken the weekend of Jensen's 30th birthday.
And he just looked so sullen and hungover and cranky (um and HOT) that I couldn't stop imagining all kinds of awesome backstories. This one is my favorite. Also my first attempt at: (1) slash, (2) RPS and (3) J2. I'd love some feedback.
Title: Backstory
Pairing: J2 (kinda)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: Around 2,100
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything.
Warning: It's kind of angsty, which REALLY isn't me, but hell, the way Jared looks in that pic... guh!
So Jensen's gay, and yeah, Jared's known that for, like, ever. And it's cool. They're best friends, closer than any gay/non-gay guys he's ever met, and Jared likes things they way they are just fine. Except. Well, he's been cool with Jensen being gay, but that might be because Jensen's also been somewhat of a monk. So sure, Jared's heard him talk about hot guys, seen him check out a dude here and there, but Jensen doesn't really, y'know, DO much.
Besides flirting, that is. Jensen's the king of flirting, even with Jared. Jared loves the guy, and usually he laughs it off just fine, but sometimes Jensen is so graphic, and, and specific, and just so fucking dirty that Jared has to stop breathing momentarily. Just to, um, avoid choking on his own spit.
Like that time that Jared was bitching about how long it's been since Sandy had been up for a visit, and how he was feeling kinda backed up, y'know? And Jensen let his eyes drag down Jared's body real slow, licked his own lips and, smiling slightly, said, nothin' a nice, wet blowjob won't cure, Jay. Like he was offering or something. And then he launched into a whole description of his ideal blowjob, complete with ball-licking and rimming and fuck if Jared didn't get hard just listening to him.
So yeah, Jensen flirts pretty hard with Jared, and to tell the truth, Jared's always suspected that Jensen's had a tiny crush on him. Which, whatever, y'know? Jared's young and hot, he knows it. And he's pretty much with Jensen all the time, so it's not surprising that maybe Jensen uses him for jerkoff material. Jared doesn't really mind. And it's not like he hasn't had Jensen pop up in his mind's eye late at night, or in the shower. For some reason, Jared likes to think about Jensen fucking Sandy. In the ass. But whatever, it's normal, right? People think about all sorts of weird shit when they're jerking off.
And if he's being totally honest, Jared totally encourages Jensen. He enjoys the attention, just a little. Flirts back. Makes all grabby with Jensen whenever they're in public together. Knows it drives Jensen nuts, loves it when it makes Jensen blush. Jared smirks to himself, congratulating himself for getting Jensen all flustered.
And still, with all the time they've spent together, Jared's never actually, like, SEEN Jensen hook up with a guy.
Until tonight.
It's Jensen's birthday - the big three-oh - and so, yeah, the dude has a right to have a good time. But for some reason, Jared had just assumed that any good time Jensen was having would include him. In a starring role. Not, like, sex or anything, but. Jared's just used to getting the lion's share of Jensen's attention.
But right now, a slender, scruffy guy named Jack or Jake or something is getting all of Jensen's attention. Or all of Jensen's face, is more like it. He's straddling Jensen and kissing him like the world is about to end, and truth be told, Jared wouldn't mind much if it did. It's not that. He's not jealous or anything. It's just that the dude is kind of cheesy. He has an earring and he might be wearing eyeliner. He just looks so... gay. Like, tv sitcom gay.
And he won't get off Jensen, not that Jensen appears to mind. But Jensen's drunk off his ass, and yeah, so maybe Jared is too, but Jensen can't possibly be making the best decisions right now, and Jared feels responsible for Jensen's well-being. So when Jensen's hands drift down and cup Jack/Jake's ass and pull him up against his crotch, Jared springs into action.
Or stumbles. But whatever, he's drunk, so he can't really be blamed for falling onto the couch and spilling his Jack Daniels all over Jack/Jake. The kid jerks back so fast that Jared almost feels bad, but then he takes one look at Jensen, and...
Jensen is laughing, low and sloppy. His face is flushed and his eyes are heavy-lidded and his mouth is all swollen from the makeout session. His skin is just a tiny bit shiny, sweaty, and he looks really fucking horny. His hands are still on the kid's ass, and Jared realizes that even though Jack/Jake has pulled his face and shoulders back to wipe the cold, sticky drink off of him, his hips are still pushing against Jensen's. They're, like, humping right there. Right in front of Jared.
"Whoa, sorry, uh, man," Jared mumbles, then snickers right into Jack/Jake's face. The guy just glares at Jared, who's now sprawled out on the couch next to them.
Jared ignores the little shit and grabs Jensen, kinda roughly, by his arm. Tries to get Jensen's attention but chokes a bit when Jensen's head falls against the back of the couch and his eyes flutter closed and he just, just looks really fucking hot. Jared steels himself and tries again, shaking Jensen's arm this time.
"Jensen." It comes out sorta growly, which is weird. "Jensen, c'mon. Wanna, uh, show you somethin'." Jared rolls into a standing position and tugs Jensen so that the kissy-faced kid lands on his ass on the floor.
"What's your fucking problem, dude?" Jack/Jake's mad. Jared just sniggers and tugs Jensen some more. Lucky for Jared, Jensen seems to find the situation funny too, and he just shakes his head and lets Jared push him towards the stairs.
"What a douche," Jared says, and strains to hear Jensen's response.
"Oh, I don't know," Jensen says airily. "Felt like he had a nice big, hard cock."
Jared almost trips on the last step, but manages to steer Jensen into one of the empty bedrooms and kick the door closed behind them. This is unfamiliar territory for Jared, 'cause he's not gay, but he knows that he doesn't want Jensen touching that kid any more. Feels like he wants to touch Jensen himself, wants to make Jensen come apart and scream his name. "That what you want for your birthday, Jensen?" Jared leans Jensen up against the wall and crowds against him. "Some nice big, hard cock?"
Jensen looks over Jared's shoulder and looks around the strange room blearily. "Whadja wanna show me, Jay?" He appears to be ignoring Jared's question, which, what the fuck?
Jared presses closer, snugging his hips tight against Jensen's. He doesn't know what he's doing, exactly, but it feels good to rub his cock against Jensen, so that's what he does. He's hard, and he knows Jensen can feel it. "Guess," he whispers against Jensen's neck, and then wraps his lips around Jensen's earlobe and sucks.
Jensen's reaction is not what he would have expected. In fact, it sounds kind of like Jensen is, like Jensen is... laughing.
Jensen IS laughing. And pushing weakly at Jared's chest, shoving him backwards. Jared, confused, pulls away. "What's so funny, dude?"
It takes Jensen a few moments to calm down, but then he looks up at Jared, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're a good friend, Jay, but, I totally don't need you to fuck me for my birthday." His hand is holding Jared away from him, but he's smiling with what looks like affection.
Jared shoves up against him once more. "Can I fuck you for my birthday, then?" He leans in to nip at Jensen's bottom lip, but is stonewalled when Jensen dodges to the right.
"What the hell is going on, Jay? You wake up gay today?" Jensen slides against the wall and ducks under Jared's arm to get free. He takes a few steps towards the door.
"And if I did?" Jared still thinks there's going to be some fucking happening, he's just not sure how they're going to get there.
Jensen starts laughing again, swaying a bit as he steps closer to the door. "You, oh Jay." More laughter. And really? Jared doesn't see the humor in the situation. "You think this is what I want? To babysit you through your sexual crisis? To end up getting a dry first-timer's handjob after you," (airquotes) "let me" (end airquotes) "suck you off and show you how great it is on the gay side of the fence?"
Jared is struck dumb. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Jensen's supposed to want him. He's not supposed to be the one gagging for it, and yet, here he is.
Jensen shakes his head and laughs some more. "Dude, another time maybe. You want me to show you the ropes? I can do that. But not tonight, man. Go home and call Sandy. 'Cause tonight? S'my birthday. And I'mna get my cock sucked by a bonafide cocksucker, like my friend downstairs. And then I'mna fuck him through the mattress and he's not gonna be all, in my asshole? really? He's gonna beg me to fuck his ass harder, faster, and know what, Jay? I'mna do it."
And with that, Jensen's out the door.
And Jared just stands there, cock totally soft. And it occurs to him that he's really, really drunk, because he's feeling kind of sick, and also, he must be imagining that whole thing with Jensen because none of this could possibly be happening. He stumbles back towards the bed, feeling a little dizzy. Thinks lying down will help, although it never does.
Who knows how long later, Jared wakes up in the dark, unfamiliar room. The music's no longer playing, so the party must be over. His head is foggy and he's still really drunk, which he learns as he fumbles down the stairs and has to clutch the railing with both hands to keep himself from falling.
He's angry, but he can't remember why. And it's a weird feeling, to just feel all tense and ready to hit someone and not know why. It's making his neck ache.
And then all of a sudden his eyes ache. And his chest. Because the party is over, mostly, but there's Jensen, sprawled on the couch, shirt off and pants shoved down around his thighs. And there's Jack/Jake, head bobbing in Jensen's lap, slurping and hollowing his cheeks out as he takes Jensen down to the root, faced pushed into Jensen's groin. And Jensen's making these rough little sounds, grunts and whispers of oh yeah and fuck and suck me. And when Jared hears Jensen say just like that Jay he fucking loses it. He stumbles to the door and hauls ass out of there fast as he can.
He calls Sandy on the drive home, thinking somehow that talking on the phone will make him a safer drunk driver. He tells her he has to see her, wants to feel her sucking him, fucking him, misses her so much. He makes plans to catch a flight down to LA in the morning, to spend the rest of the weekend with her. Doesn't matter if it's only for one night, and no, Jensen won't mind. Nothing special planned for his birthday weekend.
He hangs up and thinks about what Jensen's probably doing right now. Fucking that guy in the ass, calling him Jay, which, fine, the guy's name might actually have been Jay. Whatever, he doesn't need Jensen to fucking show him the goddamned ropes - he doesn't want Jensen to show him anything. Jared's got Sandy. And Sandy is seriously hot, like pornstar hot, and has awesome tits, and fucks like a champ. Jared slows down when he thinks he sees a cop. False alarm. And by the way, no matter how fucking sexass Jensen is, he don't got no tits. So fucking there, Jensen Ackles.
Somewhere in his mind Jared knows it's a bad idea to call Jensen, but he does it anyways, swerving the car a little as he pulls off the highway into the neighborhood where he lives. It goes right to voicemail, and Jared can't think about why that is. He snorts into the phone. "Think you're so hot just because you're all beautiful and shit. Well I’m fucking a goddamned LAKERS GIRL, Jensen. That’s right bitch - she can get me floor seats to the Lakers WHENEVER I WANT. Can you do that? No. I didn’t THINK SO. Just because you’re all fucking... hot enough to make me gay and shit... you think that makes me want to fuck you?" Jared laughs meanly. "BECAUSE I DON’T. Not even when you wear those fucking jeans. Not even when you… fuck. Fuck you, you fucking conceited fuck! FLOOR SEATS!"
And when he gets to LA he spends the first hour and a half fucking Sandy six ways from Sunday. And when Sandy gets them tickets and Jensen's fucking team fucking LOSES in overtime, Jared can't understand why he's not happy.
The end.