My First Gangbang: A Love Story
Title: My First Gangbang: A Love Story
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles (main), Jensen Ackles/OMC, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Aldis Hodge/Taylor Kitsch/OMC (AU: everyone except JA/JP treated like OMCs)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,328
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Summary: Jensen finds a guy who fulfills (most of) his sexual needs with no strings attached. Then, Jensen meets his friends.
Notes: Of course I wrote a 15k word gangbang. Sigh. I blame Jensen's ass. This is my first J2! Go easy on me. ;)
Warnings: Rough sex, gangbang (duh), barebacking, double penetration, verbal (offensive) feminization of male body parts, dirty talk, SCHMOOP, protective!Jared, possessive!Jared, cockslut!Jensen.
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Jensen doesn’t date.
Well, he hasn’t since he moved to Portland half a year ago. Too many hours at work and not enough extroversion to push himself to a bar instead of his comfy couch after he finally escapes the office.
So, naturally, it’s time for his work-friends-turned-real-friends to get concerned about his well-being. Or, at least that’s the guise Danneel is working under.
“But you’re so hot!” Her eyes are huge and earnest and Jensen just stares at her. Yeah, he’s hot, but so? What does that have to do with dating? It just means he gets checked out more than some people and harassed as he passes construction areas on the way to work in the morning. (Which he kinda likes. Shut up.)
He finally sighs and looks back down at his salad that he is now stabbing at viciously, angry fork through an innocent spinach leaf. His glasses slip down and he scrunches his nose to push them back up.
“I’m fine, Danni. I swear. I’m too busy to have a relationship anyway. It wouldn’t be fair to him.” He thinks it’s a good excuse, a totally valid one, and he’s proud that he said it so well. He takes a victorious sip of his light, organic lemonade.
He glances up to find Danneel squinting at him. He gulps the lemonade down.
“...What?”
“I’m going to fix you up.”
Jensen looks around the crowded restaurant with huge eyes before looking back at Danneel.
“Are we in a rom-com and nobody bothered to inform me?”
Danneel rolls her eyes and lands a kick right on his shin. He yelps and backs up from the table.
“You’ll thank me after your date. I know some hot gay guys, Jensen. Trust me. I have amazing taste.”
Jensen pictures the few guys he’s met that Danneel had dated before she met and got intensely serious with Genevieve. He tips his head to the side in acknowledgment before sighing.
“Okay.” He holds a finger up to silence her before she can squeal. He raises his eyebrows and narrows his eyes at her from behind his glasses. “I have a few no-nos. No twinks. No partiers. No wandering artists. No bad breath. No Trekkies.”
“Jensen--”
“No! I’ve been to enough Star Trek conventions to last me a lifetime.”
“Why did you date a Trekkie anyway?”
“I didn’t know until I came home to him putting on those weird ears.” He glares at the memory, at the stress of trying to understand sexual commands in Klingon. “Anyway. Rule stands. No Trekkies.”
Danneel rubs her lips together, looking thoughtful.
“What about Star Wars fans?”
Jensen shrugs.
“That’s fine.”
“Doctor Who?”
Jensen blinks.
“Are you going to raid Comic-Con or something?”
“No!” She plucks her napkin from her lap and wipes her mouth. “No, I was just making sure.”
Jensen purses his lips and finally just sighs.
“Please go easy on me.”
Danneel grins at him, and Jensen feels comfortable calling it an evil grin.
“No promises.”
---
Jensen is sitting in his little cubicle, chewing on the cap of a pen and staring at a bunch of numbers a little blankly when an iPhone is dropped on top of his stack of papers. He lifts his eyes but not his head and finds Danneel standing over him, arms crossed under her truly stunning rack, her eyebrows raised expectantly. Jensen just blinks at her in that pretty way he knows he has.
“Well!” Danneel huffs, waving a hand down to the phone. “Look, blondie!”
Jensen glares at her before shifting his eyes back down to the phone. He touches the screen because it’s gone dim, and he blinks when it brightens again to reveal a Facebook photo of a handsome guy kneeling in the grass next to a Golden Retriever. Oh, Mommy likes.
(Shut up, Jensen can call himself whatever he wants, judger.)
“His name is Jake Ryan.”
Jensen frowns at that, squinting at the picture without the aid of his glasses that are tossed on his desk somewhere.
“Jake Ryan. I know that name.”
Danneel shakes her head with a toss of curls, reaching down to take her phone back. “I doubt you know him. I met him at the park while he and a bunch of his friends were playing Ultimate Frisbee. They’re all like, architects or something.”
“Jake Ryan,” Jensen mumbles, lazily trying to figure out if maybe he’s seen the guy before. His face isn’t familiar, and Jensen sure as hell hasn’t been out socializing to meet anybody new. He works out in the gym in his condo complex and buys his groceries at the New Seasons Market just a block away. There’s no way--
His eyes fly open wide, and he pierces Danneel with a triumphant smirk.
“Jake Ryan! That’s the name of the heartthrob in Sixteen Candles!”
Danneel stares at him like he started twerking or something, and Jensen finally just sighs.
“You are so uncultured, Dan.”
“Whatever.” A quick roll of her eyes and she’s back to business. “Look, you two are meeting tomorrow at seven at Beast. Dress nice, got it?”
He scoffs, head moving in a little bit of attitude. “Yeah, like I ever look bad.”
“Just don’t wear one of your lame virgin sweaters.”
“Hey! Those sweaters are Merino wool! They’re sexy!”
“No, they’re not, Grandma!” Danneel spins on her heels and turns to saunter off, her voice carrying as she yells back at him. Jensen glares at her retreating back, his status as a little brother not letting her have the last word.
“You’re a! A grandma.” He mumbles the last couple words, eyes going back to his papers, ignoring the looks from his co-workers.
He has a date tomorrow. Huh.
----
Jake Ryan has a killer smile and a warm, possessive hand that rests on Jensen’s back as they walk through the restaurant. They settle into their seats, and Jensen tugs off his navy peacoat to reveal his stubborn streak in the form of a moss green sweater over a white button-down and a grey tie that matches his slacks. The look he gets from Jake is hungry and appraising, and Jensen secretly smirks at Danneel, wherever she is.
They make their choices off the menu and wait until their white wine from La Rioja is poured before they turn their attention back to each other. Jensen flushes a little under the intensity of Jake’s gaze, and he lowers his eyes demurely to the table.
“Danneel didn’t tell me how beautiful you really are.” Jake’s voice is a little strained, lower than it has been. Jensen glances up through his thick black frames and finds Jake licking his lips. He grabs his wine glass and drains it of its contents. God, dates are so nerve-wracking.
“Thanks,” Jensen finally says, getting a little sheepish again when Jake refills his wine glass. “So, uh. Jake Ryan, huh? Like Sixteen Candles?”
Jake laughs, taking a sip of his own wine, and sits back. He really is handsome, striking in the same way GQ models are: sharp jaw, distinguished nose, perfect eyebrows, broad shoulders and strong hands. And he absolutely knows it.
“Oh, yeah, I know. I get that all the time. Best part is I’ve never even seen that movie.”
Jensen gives a weak laugh, snatching his glass up again. Never seen Sixteen Candles. What is this world coming to? “Of course you’ve heard that before. Sorry. Hope Danneel didn’t tell you I was funny.”
Jake laughs again, like maybe there’s a laugh track sign over Jensen’s head.
The second glass of wine goes down much easier than the first.
----
Two bottles of wine later and they’re both probably more than a little tipsy and probably being much too loud for such an upscale restaurant.
Jensen drops his napkin onto his empty plate that once held a thick slice of chocolate truffle cake. He sighs, trying to swim through the honey that is drunkenness to find the right words.
“It’s not that I like bein’ alone, you know? It’s just so much easier. Like, nobody there to bug me. Smotherin’ me.” He grabs the empty bottle for the fourth time in ten minutes and tries in vain to pour himself more wine.
“No, no, no, yeah, I get it. Totally do, really.” Jake’s cheeks have two bright pink spots on them and he leans forward, eyes glassy and earnest. “I’m totally the same way. Totally.”
“Totally,” Jensen echoes, a bit lost in his own thoughts. He licks his lips, still a little nervous even though his inhibitions are all but gone right now. “I mean. All I really want is sex. You know what I mean?”
Jake is staring at him like Jensen just offered him a Golden Ticket, eyes blinking cartoonishly. He has the grace to stumble out a response. “Oh, uh. Yeah, I’m. Yeah.”
“Like,” Jensen breathes, leaning forward himself, hands fidgeting with his sleeves. “Like, sometimes I just want to get fucked. I just need dick. And I don’t wanna work for it, don’t wanna try and use a dildo or something. Don’t want to out to a bar and play games to get laid. I just wanna make a phone call, have somebody show up and fuck me. Really hard.”
Jake shifts in his seat, his eyes laser-focused on Jensen. “Like. Like a hooker?”
Jensen laughs, blushing in spite of himself. “No, Jesus. I don’t wanna pay anybody. Not. I don’t want that. Just. Just a booty call, I guess. Or a cock call. Ha.”
Jake’s eyes are huge and serious, his hands planted flat on the table. “Jensen. Jensen, I can do that for you.”
Jensen just stares at him.
“Do what?”
“Be there when you call. Come over and.” Jake clears his throat, glancing around them before looking back at Jensen, his voice practically a whisper. “And fuck you. Really hard.”
Jensen swallows and his throat is dry, clicking and raspy. “Really?”
Jake nearly moans, and his eyes trip down to Jensen’s lips when his tongue darts out to lick over them. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Jensen grins and scrambles around in his pocket for his phone. “Here, gimme your number. Hey, this is perfect. I don’t think this would have worked anyway. Us dating. We don’t really have any chemistry, don’t you think?”
Jake looks up from where he’s programming his number into Jensen’s phone, looking a little surprised and maybe a little hurt but he recovers quickly. “Totally. I mean. This will definitely be better.”
Jensen takes his phone back, smiling drunk and dopey down at the number on his screen. This will definitely be better.
----
“Fuck, then I told him that we have no chemistry and that being a booty call will definitely be better. Or, I’m pretty sure I said that. God, I’m such an asshole.” Jensen sighs and pulls his glasses off to rub at his face. He slumps over on the park bench where he’s sitting next to Danneel, taking comfort in the fact that she’s rubbing his back sympathetically instead of laughing at him. Or smacking him for ruining the date she set him up on.
“Well, it’s not like he didn’t go along with it, right? He wouldn’t have given you his number if he didn’t want you to call him.”
“I guess. God, I don’t know. See, this is why I don’t drink!” He sits back up and rubs the back of his neck, trying to ease the muscles that have knotted up since last night’s date.
“Wait, you guys didn’t have sex last night, did you?” Danneel’s hand stops on Jensen’s back and she turns to face him a little on the bench, looking him over like she can tell if he’s had sex or not.
He huffs as indignantly as he can manage being hungover.
“No, of course not! We kissed goodnight and shared a cab home. He was too drunk to get it up and I was too drunk to take it.” He covers his face with his hands when a couple of women jogging by turn to give him amused smirks.
“Oh. Good,” Danneel nods, standing up like everything’s been decided. She stretches her legs, and Jensen watches the way her tits jiggle when she switches the leg she’s bending behind her. What? He’s only human. “Well, if you find yourself, you know. A little lonely one night, call him up. See what happens. It’s not like you guys had some huge, profound connection, right?”
“Well. No.” Jensen hauls himself up from the bench, scrunching his shoulders a little to ease some of the tension out. He thinks about it, really thinks about it, and finally smiles. “No. You’re right.”
“See?” She swats at his chest with a playful hand, giving him a wink and a grin as she starts to jog again. “Nothing to lose.”
He jogs a little faster to catch up with her, maybe already thinking of how he’s going to text Jake later tonight to invite him over for some quality ass.
----
In the end, Jensen texts Jake a link to a YouTube video of the song “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” by Elvis Presley with his name as a signature at the end so Jake knows who the hell is sending him Elvis songs at eleven at night. It’s lame and maybe a little desperate, but it might also just be cheeky enough to get his point across without having to come out and actually say it.
He waits for a very tense few minutes, Conan on low volume on the television, the room dark and empty otherwise. He ignores his phone, determined not to give a shit if Jake doesn’t text him back.
Jensen turns on his back and sighs up at the ceiling, refusing to touch his dick until at least ten minutes after not hearing from Jake. He’s freshly showered, clean inside and out, and maybe a little turned-on. It’s just that he’s been thinking about it all day, a little drunk on the possibility of getting fucked. Of just having sex on call. It’s a powerful thing that he can see becoming addictive if this all goes well.
Jake has to text him back first.
His phone twinkles prettily and he flops over onto his belly to grab it, glasses perched low on his nose as he opens the text.
want me to come over?
Jensen closes his eyes and lets out the breath he’d been holding. Wow. It really had been just that easy. He licks his lips, chewing nervously on the bottom one as he plots a reply.
you sure you dont mind?
The reply is almost immediate.
give me your address. i’m leaving right now
Jensen sends over his address obediently and jumps up from the bed. He goes to brush his teeth again and scrounges up a hopeful three condoms and his favorite lube. He shifts around on the bed again and then decides fuck it, he’s gonna get himself ready. No reason to waste time with Jake’s fingers working his ass open when he has time to waste himself right now.
When the door buzzes, Jensen has three fingers hooked inside of his ass and lube all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he whispers, driving his hand in hard one more time to rub at his prostate before he flies out of the bed, hurrying to the front door to buzz Jake up. He washes his hands in the kitchen and adjusts his oh-so soft pajama pants that cling so lovely over his ass. He jumps at the sound of a knock at the door, his heart speeding up in his chest.
He lets Jake wait for a few seconds, lets the anticipation build a bit more, and he’s smiling sweet and maybe a little naughty when he opens the door. His lips part to give Jake a flirty greeting but he finds himself shoved back into the apartment, the door rattling when it’s slammed closed.
His mouth is taken in a thick, starved kiss, and he moans into it, a little confused but then he’s shoved up against a wall and being rutted against, so he guesses they aren’t going to really talk about this.
Good.
His hole twitches in anticipation.
“Do I mind,” Jake mumbles against his mouth, hands running hard and possessive all over Jensen’s body, ending the journey on his ass that gets squeezed and kneaded with relish. “Do I fucking mind coming over here and pounding that ass. Are you kidding me?”
Jensen breathes a little laugh into Jake’s mouth, maybe a bit shy even in the face of all the bold things he’s done in the last couple of days. Damn wine. Always gets him into trouble.
“Bedroom’s through there.” He tips his head back to indicate the direction, arching his back to rub their dicks together. Jake groans into his mouth and shoves his hands down into Jensen’s pajama pants, finding him bare underneath and soaked with lube.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck, this ass is perfect. God, you all ready for me, baby? Hmm? Just ready to take my dick?” Jake is hurrying them back towards the bedroom, toeing out of his shoes on the way, reaching between them to work his own pants open and down. Jensen just hums and nods and goes with it, letting Jake take complete control here.
They work together to get all the clothes between them off, and Jensen slinks over to his bed, sliding up onto it on all fours, back arching hard and long as a cat as Jake grabs one of the condoms.
“God, look at you. Fuck, yeah, put that ass up here. Mmm, yeah, show me that hole, baby.” Jake slaps Jensen’s ass hard and commanding and Jensen shoves it up immediately, shoulders dropping down low while Jake works the condom on and slicks up with more lube. It’s incredibly sudden when Jensen feels a dick rubbing against his ass, the head bumping along his crack and spanking over his loosened hole.
“No foreplay?” Jensen smiles lazily into the pillow when he feels another slap come down on his ass, one that makes it pop up like it’s being held by strings. He’s rewarded with another dozen slaps, none of them gentle or loving. He’s waiting on Jake’s response, on whatever filth he can think of but suddenly there’s a dick shoving into him, unstoppable and hard as steel.
Jensen practically screams, his entire body going rigid as he works frantically to adjust to the invasion. He feels one hand shoved at the small of his back, keeping him in a pornstar arch, and the other grips his hair right at the crown where it’s a little longer and pulls hard, hard enough to strain his neck to accommodate. He’s shaking all over, chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon, pained tears burning in his eyes.
And he’s fucking rock hard.
“Slut like you doesn’t want foreplay. Do you? No, you just want cock. Just want it buried in your little cunt and you want it as hard as I can give it, don’t you?”
It shocks him, the incredible dirtiness Jake’s spouting at him. He’s not sure what happened to the mild-mannered, overly attentive man from dinner last night, but he’s definitely feeling the chemistry with this version of Jake more than the other one.
The smack that comes down on Jensen’s ass is powerful, so hard that it makes him cry out, makes his hole clench up tight around Jake’s dick, drawing a hungry moan from deep in Jake’s chest.
“You better hold on, pretty slut. I’m gonna turn you inside out.”
Jake starts to fuck him with an almost feral brutality, his dick punishing and exacting as it pounds in and out of him.
Jensen just melts down into the bed, body held up by Jake’s hands and dick, mind going blissfully blank as he just takes it.
He’s so glad tomorrow’s Sunday because he knows he’s not going to be able to move after this.
----
Monday rolls around and he’s still tender inside, still aching beautifully. He can feel Danneel watching him over lunch, can feel her questioning eyes as she chews on a piece of vegan BBQ chicken pizza.
“You know you’re gonna tell me how it went, right? That I’m not just gonna forget or something that you made a booty call last night.”
“Cock call,” Jensen mumbles as he licks his fingers clean of garlic butter. He sinks back into the chair tiredly, wincing a little at the pain that spreads directly from his hurt little hole. Mmm.
Danneel sits up and grabs ahold of Jensen’s tie, yanking him forward by it. “Details. Now.”
“Alright, alright, you pervert! Christ.” He pulls his tie free of her vicious clutches, straightening it primly and busying himself with another slice of pizza. “He just. He came over, that’s all.”
Danneel blinks at him, waits a beat, and gives a quick, impatient nod. “Well, no shit. And?”
“And he fucked me four times and left by ten in the morning. Didn’t make me breakfast or kiss me goodbye or anything.”
Her eyes are big as moons.
“Four times?”
“Yeah.” He tries for a shit-eating grin, but he shifts around in his chair and hisses at the jolt of pain. He licks his lips instead and the smile is smaller. “I didn’t get out of bed yesterday.”
“Jesus,” she says reverently, chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks it all over. “Was it good?”
“God, yes.” Jensen closes his eyes and leans his head back, just luxuriating in the memory of it. “So good. He was just. God. Really rough, pulled my hair, spanked me until I almost cried. And, god, the way he fucked me. Like he was paying me. Like I owed him money and he was taking it out of my ass. And, fuck, the mouth on him.” He opens his eyes again and pushes his plate away, done with food. He’s half-hard just talking about this and squirming in his seat.
“What did he say?” She’s almost whispering now, not wanting to miss a single word.
“Just.” He’s grateful that the restaurant is mostly empty except for them, because he’s blushing even before he gets the words out. “Just called me a slut. A whore. A pretty slut, that’s what he called me the most. Told me that my hole was all I was good for. And he, um. He called it my cunt. My boy pussy. Oh, Jesus, why am I telling you this?”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her pupils wide now, the lust evident in her voice. “That’s. I mean. I’m the toppiest bastard on the planet, and I’ve still never. I mean. That’s hot.”
“Yeah, so. Thanks for setting me up with my booty call, Dan. Four out of five stars.” He winks at her, glancing over at his phone to keep an eye on the time. Their lunch break will be over soon. He signals for the check.
She raises an eyebrow. “Only four out of five?”
“Yeah, I mean--” He beams up at the older woman who runs the place who adores Jensen and never charges them for drinks. “Thanks, m’am.”
Danneel rolls her eyes when the woman beams and cups Jensen’s cheek before she shuffles off again. “Stupid southern boys.”
“You think I’m sexy, shut up.” He tugs his wallet out and lays a credit card down on top of the ticket. “Anyway, he’s. I mean he’s good, don’t get me wrong. But there’s still. I don’t know. The intimacy isn’t there. Just that fire, you know? And he didn’t kiss me, even once. I didn’t tell him he couldn’t!”
“Aww, he thinks you’re Julia Roberts.”
“Her name was Vivian,” Jensen corrects. “And, there’s. Well.”
Danneel just stares, waiting.
“It’s not a big deal,” he hedges.
“Then why don’t you spit it out, you pretty slut?”
Jensen scowls at her, standing up after signing the receipt and leaving a truly generous tip. He waits until they’re back out on the street, walking close together to fend off the cold on the way back to the office.
“It’s just that. I mean. His dick could stand to be a little bigger.” He glances over to find Danneel gaping at him. “Just a little, I said!”
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you are such a size queen!”
A few heads turn at that, and Jensen grabs Danneel’s arm so hard she whines.
“Wanna say it again? I think there are some people on the other side of town who didn’t hear you!”
“You are the pickiest bitch I’ve ever met. Seriously. It’s not the size that--”
“Oh, save it for your girlfriends, Danni, please. Size totally matters.”
He holds the door open for her even though she’s a mean person and she hooks her arm with his once they’re inside.
“So. You gonna call him tonight?”
Jensen snorts as they walk into the elevator, shooting her a wink and a smirk.
“Yeah, right. I think I’m going to need at least two more days to recover. At least.”
----
Which is why it’s completely inexplicable that just before midnight, Jensen is bent over the arm of his couch and getting the shit fucked out of him while Family Guy plays on the TV.
“Such a good little dickwhore. Yeah, you are. This little pussy’s so fuckin’ hungry for me. Just let me right in, you loose little slut.” Jake is baring down on Jensen with all his weight, his balls slapping Jensen’s perineum so hard it’s gonna leave bruise, his dick slopping in and out of Jensen’s admittedly pretty gaping hole.
Jensen just pants, drowning his whimpers in the couch cushions because he doesn’t want to alarm his neighbors. He feels Jake hook a finger inside of his ass, just slides it right in next to his dick and he pulls down, opening Jensen up even wider and Jensen whines, body going rigid for it.
“Fuck, look at that. Bet I could put my whole hand up there next to my dick and you’d take it. Bet you can take two dicks without breaking a sweat. Can’t you, slut?”
Jensen shakes at that, at just the thought. Two dicks hammering away inside of him, stretching him open so much that he won’t ever feel the same. He whines, high and needy, letting the sound fill the damp air of his livingroom.
“Oh, you like that? Hm?” Another finger disappears into his hole right alongside the first one, both of them shoving in and rubbing around, massaging at his prostate. Jensen’s thighs start to tremble, his dick dripping all over the suede cushion. “Told a couple of my friends about you, about this pretty ass. They love boy pussy just as much as I do. They want in on it, too. Been begging me to bring ‘em over. Want me to share you.”
“Please,” Jensen gasps, the word so rare from his lips. He feels a fire settling in low in his belly, those fingers working magic on his prostate and he’s gonna come so hard, he can feel it, feel it like tingles at the base of his spine, all through his twitching insides, all of it making his balls tighten, throb. Jake is merciless with how hard he’s fucking him, the entire couch jarring, scooting across the floor.
“That what you want?” Jake is panting, his hips working in rough and rhythmless now, dick grinding in deep as his orgasm gets closer. “Want two of us to fuck your little pussy while the other one fucks your throat? Don’t think I won’t, slut. Don’t think I won’t bring ‘em over here so we can use you until you can’t move. Until you beg us to stop.”
“Pl-please.” Jensen’s breath stutters and he goes completely still, his muscles contracting all through his body and he comes so hard he blacks out.
Part Two.
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles (main), Jensen Ackles/OMC, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Aldis Hodge/Taylor Kitsch/OMC (AU: everyone except JA/JP treated like OMCs)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,328
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Summary: Jensen finds a guy who fulfills (most of) his sexual needs with no strings attached. Then, Jensen meets his friends.
Notes: Of course I wrote a 15k word gangbang. Sigh. I blame Jensen's ass. This is my first J2! Go easy on me. ;)
Warnings: Rough sex, gangbang (duh), barebacking, double penetration, verbal (offensive) feminization of male body parts, dirty talk, SCHMOOP, protective!Jared, possessive!Jared, cockslut!Jensen.
AO3
Jensen doesn’t date.
Well, he hasn’t since he moved to Portland half a year ago. Too many hours at work and not enough extroversion to push himself to a bar instead of his comfy couch after he finally escapes the office.
So, naturally, it’s time for his work-friends-turned-real-friends to get concerned about his well-being. Or, at least that’s the guise Danneel is working under.
“But you’re so hot!” Her eyes are huge and earnest and Jensen just stares at her. Yeah, he’s hot, but so? What does that have to do with dating? It just means he gets checked out more than some people and harassed as he passes construction areas on the way to work in the morning. (Which he kinda likes. Shut up.)
He finally sighs and looks back down at his salad that he is now stabbing at viciously, angry fork through an innocent spinach leaf. His glasses slip down and he scrunches his nose to push them back up.
“I’m fine, Danni. I swear. I’m too busy to have a relationship anyway. It wouldn’t be fair to him.” He thinks it’s a good excuse, a totally valid one, and he’s proud that he said it so well. He takes a victorious sip of his light, organic lemonade.
He glances up to find Danneel squinting at him. He gulps the lemonade down.
“...What?”
“I’m going to fix you up.”
Jensen looks around the crowded restaurant with huge eyes before looking back at Danneel.
“Are we in a rom-com and nobody bothered to inform me?”
Danneel rolls her eyes and lands a kick right on his shin. He yelps and backs up from the table.
“You’ll thank me after your date. I know some hot gay guys, Jensen. Trust me. I have amazing taste.”
Jensen pictures the few guys he’s met that Danneel had dated before she met and got intensely serious with Genevieve. He tips his head to the side in acknowledgment before sighing.
“Okay.” He holds a finger up to silence her before she can squeal. He raises his eyebrows and narrows his eyes at her from behind his glasses. “I have a few no-nos. No twinks. No partiers. No wandering artists. No bad breath. No Trekkies.”
“Jensen--”
“No! I’ve been to enough Star Trek conventions to last me a lifetime.”
“Why did you date a Trekkie anyway?”
“I didn’t know until I came home to him putting on those weird ears.” He glares at the memory, at the stress of trying to understand sexual commands in Klingon. “Anyway. Rule stands. No Trekkies.”
Danneel rubs her lips together, looking thoughtful.
“What about Star Wars fans?”
Jensen shrugs.
“That’s fine.”
“Doctor Who?”
Jensen blinks.
“Are you going to raid Comic-Con or something?”
“No!” She plucks her napkin from her lap and wipes her mouth. “No, I was just making sure.”
Jensen purses his lips and finally just sighs.
“Please go easy on me.”
Danneel grins at him, and Jensen feels comfortable calling it an evil grin.
“No promises.”
---
Jensen is sitting in his little cubicle, chewing on the cap of a pen and staring at a bunch of numbers a little blankly when an iPhone is dropped on top of his stack of papers. He lifts his eyes but not his head and finds Danneel standing over him, arms crossed under her truly stunning rack, her eyebrows raised expectantly. Jensen just blinks at her in that pretty way he knows he has.
“Well!” Danneel huffs, waving a hand down to the phone. “Look, blondie!”
Jensen glares at her before shifting his eyes back down to the phone. He touches the screen because it’s gone dim, and he blinks when it brightens again to reveal a Facebook photo of a handsome guy kneeling in the grass next to a Golden Retriever. Oh, Mommy likes.
(Shut up, Jensen can call himself whatever he wants, judger.)
“His name is Jake Ryan.”
Jensen frowns at that, squinting at the picture without the aid of his glasses that are tossed on his desk somewhere.
“Jake Ryan. I know that name.”
Danneel shakes her head with a toss of curls, reaching down to take her phone back. “I doubt you know him. I met him at the park while he and a bunch of his friends were playing Ultimate Frisbee. They’re all like, architects or something.”
“Jake Ryan,” Jensen mumbles, lazily trying to figure out if maybe he’s seen the guy before. His face isn’t familiar, and Jensen sure as hell hasn’t been out socializing to meet anybody new. He works out in the gym in his condo complex and buys his groceries at the New Seasons Market just a block away. There’s no way--
His eyes fly open wide, and he pierces Danneel with a triumphant smirk.
“Jake Ryan! That’s the name of the heartthrob in Sixteen Candles!”
Danneel stares at him like he started twerking or something, and Jensen finally just sighs.
“You are so uncultured, Dan.”
“Whatever.” A quick roll of her eyes and she’s back to business. “Look, you two are meeting tomorrow at seven at Beast. Dress nice, got it?”
He scoffs, head moving in a little bit of attitude. “Yeah, like I ever look bad.”
“Just don’t wear one of your lame virgin sweaters.”
“Hey! Those sweaters are Merino wool! They’re sexy!”
“No, they’re not, Grandma!” Danneel spins on her heels and turns to saunter off, her voice carrying as she yells back at him. Jensen glares at her retreating back, his status as a little brother not letting her have the last word.
“You’re a! A grandma.” He mumbles the last couple words, eyes going back to his papers, ignoring the looks from his co-workers.
He has a date tomorrow. Huh.
----
Jake Ryan has a killer smile and a warm, possessive hand that rests on Jensen’s back as they walk through the restaurant. They settle into their seats, and Jensen tugs off his navy peacoat to reveal his stubborn streak in the form of a moss green sweater over a white button-down and a grey tie that matches his slacks. The look he gets from Jake is hungry and appraising, and Jensen secretly smirks at Danneel, wherever she is.
They make their choices off the menu and wait until their white wine from La Rioja is poured before they turn their attention back to each other. Jensen flushes a little under the intensity of Jake’s gaze, and he lowers his eyes demurely to the table.
“Danneel didn’t tell me how beautiful you really are.” Jake’s voice is a little strained, lower than it has been. Jensen glances up through his thick black frames and finds Jake licking his lips. He grabs his wine glass and drains it of its contents. God, dates are so nerve-wracking.
“Thanks,” Jensen finally says, getting a little sheepish again when Jake refills his wine glass. “So, uh. Jake Ryan, huh? Like Sixteen Candles?”
Jake laughs, taking a sip of his own wine, and sits back. He really is handsome, striking in the same way GQ models are: sharp jaw, distinguished nose, perfect eyebrows, broad shoulders and strong hands. And he absolutely knows it.
“Oh, yeah, I know. I get that all the time. Best part is I’ve never even seen that movie.”
Jensen gives a weak laugh, snatching his glass up again. Never seen Sixteen Candles. What is this world coming to? “Of course you’ve heard that before. Sorry. Hope Danneel didn’t tell you I was funny.”
Jake laughs again, like maybe there’s a laugh track sign over Jensen’s head.
The second glass of wine goes down much easier than the first.
----
Two bottles of wine later and they’re both probably more than a little tipsy and probably being much too loud for such an upscale restaurant.
Jensen drops his napkin onto his empty plate that once held a thick slice of chocolate truffle cake. He sighs, trying to swim through the honey that is drunkenness to find the right words.
“It’s not that I like bein’ alone, you know? It’s just so much easier. Like, nobody there to bug me. Smotherin’ me.” He grabs the empty bottle for the fourth time in ten minutes and tries in vain to pour himself more wine.
“No, no, no, yeah, I get it. Totally do, really.” Jake’s cheeks have two bright pink spots on them and he leans forward, eyes glassy and earnest. “I’m totally the same way. Totally.”
“Totally,” Jensen echoes, a bit lost in his own thoughts. He licks his lips, still a little nervous even though his inhibitions are all but gone right now. “I mean. All I really want is sex. You know what I mean?”
Jake is staring at him like Jensen just offered him a Golden Ticket, eyes blinking cartoonishly. He has the grace to stumble out a response. “Oh, uh. Yeah, I’m. Yeah.”
“Like,” Jensen breathes, leaning forward himself, hands fidgeting with his sleeves. “Like, sometimes I just want to get fucked. I just need dick. And I don’t wanna work for it, don’t wanna try and use a dildo or something. Don’t want to out to a bar and play games to get laid. I just wanna make a phone call, have somebody show up and fuck me. Really hard.”
Jake shifts in his seat, his eyes laser-focused on Jensen. “Like. Like a hooker?”
Jensen laughs, blushing in spite of himself. “No, Jesus. I don’t wanna pay anybody. Not. I don’t want that. Just. Just a booty call, I guess. Or a cock call. Ha.”
Jake’s eyes are huge and serious, his hands planted flat on the table. “Jensen. Jensen, I can do that for you.”
Jensen just stares at him.
“Do what?”
“Be there when you call. Come over and.” Jake clears his throat, glancing around them before looking back at Jensen, his voice practically a whisper. “And fuck you. Really hard.”
Jensen swallows and his throat is dry, clicking and raspy. “Really?”
Jake nearly moans, and his eyes trip down to Jensen’s lips when his tongue darts out to lick over them. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Jensen grins and scrambles around in his pocket for his phone. “Here, gimme your number. Hey, this is perfect. I don’t think this would have worked anyway. Us dating. We don’t really have any chemistry, don’t you think?”
Jake looks up from where he’s programming his number into Jensen’s phone, looking a little surprised and maybe a little hurt but he recovers quickly. “Totally. I mean. This will definitely be better.”
Jensen takes his phone back, smiling drunk and dopey down at the number on his screen. This will definitely be better.
----
“Fuck, then I told him that we have no chemistry and that being a booty call will definitely be better. Or, I’m pretty sure I said that. God, I’m such an asshole.” Jensen sighs and pulls his glasses off to rub at his face. He slumps over on the park bench where he’s sitting next to Danneel, taking comfort in the fact that she’s rubbing his back sympathetically instead of laughing at him. Or smacking him for ruining the date she set him up on.
“Well, it’s not like he didn’t go along with it, right? He wouldn’t have given you his number if he didn’t want you to call him.”
“I guess. God, I don’t know. See, this is why I don’t drink!” He sits back up and rubs the back of his neck, trying to ease the muscles that have knotted up since last night’s date.
“Wait, you guys didn’t have sex last night, did you?” Danneel’s hand stops on Jensen’s back and she turns to face him a little on the bench, looking him over like she can tell if he’s had sex or not.
He huffs as indignantly as he can manage being hungover.
“No, of course not! We kissed goodnight and shared a cab home. He was too drunk to get it up and I was too drunk to take it.” He covers his face with his hands when a couple of women jogging by turn to give him amused smirks.
“Oh. Good,” Danneel nods, standing up like everything’s been decided. She stretches her legs, and Jensen watches the way her tits jiggle when she switches the leg she’s bending behind her. What? He’s only human. “Well, if you find yourself, you know. A little lonely one night, call him up. See what happens. It’s not like you guys had some huge, profound connection, right?”
“Well. No.” Jensen hauls himself up from the bench, scrunching his shoulders a little to ease some of the tension out. He thinks about it, really thinks about it, and finally smiles. “No. You’re right.”
“See?” She swats at his chest with a playful hand, giving him a wink and a grin as she starts to jog again. “Nothing to lose.”
He jogs a little faster to catch up with her, maybe already thinking of how he’s going to text Jake later tonight to invite him over for some quality ass.
----
In the end, Jensen texts Jake a link to a YouTube video of the song “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” by Elvis Presley with his name as a signature at the end so Jake knows who the hell is sending him Elvis songs at eleven at night. It’s lame and maybe a little desperate, but it might also just be cheeky enough to get his point across without having to come out and actually say it.
He waits for a very tense few minutes, Conan on low volume on the television, the room dark and empty otherwise. He ignores his phone, determined not to give a shit if Jake doesn’t text him back.
Jensen turns on his back and sighs up at the ceiling, refusing to touch his dick until at least ten minutes after not hearing from Jake. He’s freshly showered, clean inside and out, and maybe a little turned-on. It’s just that he’s been thinking about it all day, a little drunk on the possibility of getting fucked. Of just having sex on call. It’s a powerful thing that he can see becoming addictive if this all goes well.
Jake has to text him back first.
His phone twinkles prettily and he flops over onto his belly to grab it, glasses perched low on his nose as he opens the text.
want me to come over?
Jensen closes his eyes and lets out the breath he’d been holding. Wow. It really had been just that easy. He licks his lips, chewing nervously on the bottom one as he plots a reply.
you sure you dont mind?
The reply is almost immediate.
give me your address. i’m leaving right now
Jensen sends over his address obediently and jumps up from the bed. He goes to brush his teeth again and scrounges up a hopeful three condoms and his favorite lube. He shifts around on the bed again and then decides fuck it, he’s gonna get himself ready. No reason to waste time with Jake’s fingers working his ass open when he has time to waste himself right now.
When the door buzzes, Jensen has three fingers hooked inside of his ass and lube all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he whispers, driving his hand in hard one more time to rub at his prostate before he flies out of the bed, hurrying to the front door to buzz Jake up. He washes his hands in the kitchen and adjusts his oh-so soft pajama pants that cling so lovely over his ass. He jumps at the sound of a knock at the door, his heart speeding up in his chest.
He lets Jake wait for a few seconds, lets the anticipation build a bit more, and he’s smiling sweet and maybe a little naughty when he opens the door. His lips part to give Jake a flirty greeting but he finds himself shoved back into the apartment, the door rattling when it’s slammed closed.
His mouth is taken in a thick, starved kiss, and he moans into it, a little confused but then he’s shoved up against a wall and being rutted against, so he guesses they aren’t going to really talk about this.
Good.
His hole twitches in anticipation.
“Do I mind,” Jake mumbles against his mouth, hands running hard and possessive all over Jensen’s body, ending the journey on his ass that gets squeezed and kneaded with relish. “Do I fucking mind coming over here and pounding that ass. Are you kidding me?”
Jensen breathes a little laugh into Jake’s mouth, maybe a bit shy even in the face of all the bold things he’s done in the last couple of days. Damn wine. Always gets him into trouble.
“Bedroom’s through there.” He tips his head back to indicate the direction, arching his back to rub their dicks together. Jake groans into his mouth and shoves his hands down into Jensen’s pajama pants, finding him bare underneath and soaked with lube.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck, this ass is perfect. God, you all ready for me, baby? Hmm? Just ready to take my dick?” Jake is hurrying them back towards the bedroom, toeing out of his shoes on the way, reaching between them to work his own pants open and down. Jensen just hums and nods and goes with it, letting Jake take complete control here.
They work together to get all the clothes between them off, and Jensen slinks over to his bed, sliding up onto it on all fours, back arching hard and long as a cat as Jake grabs one of the condoms.
“God, look at you. Fuck, yeah, put that ass up here. Mmm, yeah, show me that hole, baby.” Jake slaps Jensen’s ass hard and commanding and Jensen shoves it up immediately, shoulders dropping down low while Jake works the condom on and slicks up with more lube. It’s incredibly sudden when Jensen feels a dick rubbing against his ass, the head bumping along his crack and spanking over his loosened hole.
“No foreplay?” Jensen smiles lazily into the pillow when he feels another slap come down on his ass, one that makes it pop up like it’s being held by strings. He’s rewarded with another dozen slaps, none of them gentle or loving. He’s waiting on Jake’s response, on whatever filth he can think of but suddenly there’s a dick shoving into him, unstoppable and hard as steel.
Jensen practically screams, his entire body going rigid as he works frantically to adjust to the invasion. He feels one hand shoved at the small of his back, keeping him in a pornstar arch, and the other grips his hair right at the crown where it’s a little longer and pulls hard, hard enough to strain his neck to accommodate. He’s shaking all over, chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon, pained tears burning in his eyes.
And he’s fucking rock hard.
“Slut like you doesn’t want foreplay. Do you? No, you just want cock. Just want it buried in your little cunt and you want it as hard as I can give it, don’t you?”
It shocks him, the incredible dirtiness Jake’s spouting at him. He’s not sure what happened to the mild-mannered, overly attentive man from dinner last night, but he’s definitely feeling the chemistry with this version of Jake more than the other one.
The smack that comes down on Jensen’s ass is powerful, so hard that it makes him cry out, makes his hole clench up tight around Jake’s dick, drawing a hungry moan from deep in Jake’s chest.
“You better hold on, pretty slut. I’m gonna turn you inside out.”
Jake starts to fuck him with an almost feral brutality, his dick punishing and exacting as it pounds in and out of him.
Jensen just melts down into the bed, body held up by Jake’s hands and dick, mind going blissfully blank as he just takes it.
He’s so glad tomorrow’s Sunday because he knows he’s not going to be able to move after this.
----
Monday rolls around and he’s still tender inside, still aching beautifully. He can feel Danneel watching him over lunch, can feel her questioning eyes as she chews on a piece of vegan BBQ chicken pizza.
“You know you’re gonna tell me how it went, right? That I’m not just gonna forget or something that you made a booty call last night.”
“Cock call,” Jensen mumbles as he licks his fingers clean of garlic butter. He sinks back into the chair tiredly, wincing a little at the pain that spreads directly from his hurt little hole. Mmm.
Danneel sits up and grabs ahold of Jensen’s tie, yanking him forward by it. “Details. Now.”
“Alright, alright, you pervert! Christ.” He pulls his tie free of her vicious clutches, straightening it primly and busying himself with another slice of pizza. “He just. He came over, that’s all.”
Danneel blinks at him, waits a beat, and gives a quick, impatient nod. “Well, no shit. And?”
“And he fucked me four times and left by ten in the morning. Didn’t make me breakfast or kiss me goodbye or anything.”
Her eyes are big as moons.
“Four times?”
“Yeah.” He tries for a shit-eating grin, but he shifts around in his chair and hisses at the jolt of pain. He licks his lips instead and the smile is smaller. “I didn’t get out of bed yesterday.”
“Jesus,” she says reverently, chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks it all over. “Was it good?”
“God, yes.” Jensen closes his eyes and leans his head back, just luxuriating in the memory of it. “So good. He was just. God. Really rough, pulled my hair, spanked me until I almost cried. And, god, the way he fucked me. Like he was paying me. Like I owed him money and he was taking it out of my ass. And, fuck, the mouth on him.” He opens his eyes again and pushes his plate away, done with food. He’s half-hard just talking about this and squirming in his seat.
“What did he say?” She’s almost whispering now, not wanting to miss a single word.
“Just.” He’s grateful that the restaurant is mostly empty except for them, because he’s blushing even before he gets the words out. “Just called me a slut. A whore. A pretty slut, that’s what he called me the most. Told me that my hole was all I was good for. And he, um. He called it my cunt. My boy pussy. Oh, Jesus, why am I telling you this?”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her pupils wide now, the lust evident in her voice. “That’s. I mean. I’m the toppiest bastard on the planet, and I’ve still never. I mean. That’s hot.”
“Yeah, so. Thanks for setting me up with my booty call, Dan. Four out of five stars.” He winks at her, glancing over at his phone to keep an eye on the time. Their lunch break will be over soon. He signals for the check.
She raises an eyebrow. “Only four out of five?”
“Yeah, I mean--” He beams up at the older woman who runs the place who adores Jensen and never charges them for drinks. “Thanks, m’am.”
Danneel rolls her eyes when the woman beams and cups Jensen’s cheek before she shuffles off again. “Stupid southern boys.”
“You think I’m sexy, shut up.” He tugs his wallet out and lays a credit card down on top of the ticket. “Anyway, he’s. I mean he’s good, don’t get me wrong. But there’s still. I don’t know. The intimacy isn’t there. Just that fire, you know? And he didn’t kiss me, even once. I didn’t tell him he couldn’t!”
“Aww, he thinks you’re Julia Roberts.”
“Her name was Vivian,” Jensen corrects. “And, there’s. Well.”
Danneel just stares, waiting.
“It’s not a big deal,” he hedges.
“Then why don’t you spit it out, you pretty slut?”
Jensen scowls at her, standing up after signing the receipt and leaving a truly generous tip. He waits until they’re back out on the street, walking close together to fend off the cold on the way back to the office.
“It’s just that. I mean. His dick could stand to be a little bigger.” He glances over to find Danneel gaping at him. “Just a little, I said!”
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you are such a size queen!”
A few heads turn at that, and Jensen grabs Danneel’s arm so hard she whines.
“Wanna say it again? I think there are some people on the other side of town who didn’t hear you!”
“You are the pickiest bitch I’ve ever met. Seriously. It’s not the size that--”
“Oh, save it for your girlfriends, Danni, please. Size totally matters.”
He holds the door open for her even though she’s a mean person and she hooks her arm with his once they’re inside.
“So. You gonna call him tonight?”
Jensen snorts as they walk into the elevator, shooting her a wink and a smirk.
“Yeah, right. I think I’m going to need at least two more days to recover. At least.”
----
Which is why it’s completely inexplicable that just before midnight, Jensen is bent over the arm of his couch and getting the shit fucked out of him while Family Guy plays on the TV.
“Such a good little dickwhore. Yeah, you are. This little pussy’s so fuckin’ hungry for me. Just let me right in, you loose little slut.” Jake is baring down on Jensen with all his weight, his balls slapping Jensen’s perineum so hard it’s gonna leave bruise, his dick slopping in and out of Jensen’s admittedly pretty gaping hole.
Jensen just pants, drowning his whimpers in the couch cushions because he doesn’t want to alarm his neighbors. He feels Jake hook a finger inside of his ass, just slides it right in next to his dick and he pulls down, opening Jensen up even wider and Jensen whines, body going rigid for it.
“Fuck, look at that. Bet I could put my whole hand up there next to my dick and you’d take it. Bet you can take two dicks without breaking a sweat. Can’t you, slut?”
Jensen shakes at that, at just the thought. Two dicks hammering away inside of him, stretching him open so much that he won’t ever feel the same. He whines, high and needy, letting the sound fill the damp air of his livingroom.
“Oh, you like that? Hm?” Another finger disappears into his hole right alongside the first one, both of them shoving in and rubbing around, massaging at his prostate. Jensen’s thighs start to tremble, his dick dripping all over the suede cushion. “Told a couple of my friends about you, about this pretty ass. They love boy pussy just as much as I do. They want in on it, too. Been begging me to bring ‘em over. Want me to share you.”
“Please,” Jensen gasps, the word so rare from his lips. He feels a fire settling in low in his belly, those fingers working magic on his prostate and he’s gonna come so hard, he can feel it, feel it like tingles at the base of his spine, all through his twitching insides, all of it making his balls tighten, throb. Jake is merciless with how hard he’s fucking him, the entire couch jarring, scooting across the floor.
“That what you want?” Jake is panting, his hips working in rough and rhythmless now, dick grinding in deep as his orgasm gets closer. “Want two of us to fuck your little pussy while the other one fucks your throat? Don’t think I won’t, slut. Don’t think I won’t bring ‘em over here so we can use you until you can’t move. Until you beg us to stop.”
“Pl-please.” Jensen’s breath stutters and he goes completely still, his muscles contracting all through his body and he comes so hard he blacks out.
Part Two.