Fic: You Make Me Lose My Buttons (J2, NC-17, 1/2, COMPLETE)
Title: You Make Me Lose My Buttons
Author: ms_soma
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: ~10,000
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything.
Beta: Thanks elless18 for the fantastic beta!
Written for: j2_afterclass for dephigravity who prompted Jared and Jensen despise one another but get stuck sharing a room on a school trip (band, choir, club, or sports related) and end up falling for one another. This fic is based on this prompt.
Notes: Title taken from “Specialist” by Interpol
“God, he’s an asshole,” Justin mumbled to Jensen as Jared Padalecki scored another three-pointer. “I mean, I get he’s a good basketballer, but he doesn’t have to be so fucking obnoxious about it.”
“I don’t think he has any other mode,” Jensen said as they watched Jared and his best friend, Chad Michael Murray, bump chests before taking their positions again. He knew part of Justin’s animosity towards Mr Popularity was to do with their being good friends until they each went their separate ways in Junior High - and really, it wasn’t Jared’s fault that the direction he headed in was considered popular - but he couldn’t say he doubted his friend in this observation.
“Is he like that at work? Does he bump chests with your coworkers when he gets a decent sale or something?”
Jensen considered this. He had been working with Jared at the Hi-Fi Mart for six months, after Jared had crashed his Mom’s car and his Dad demanded he learn some responsibility.
“He’s really not,” Jensen said. It would have been easy to call him an asshole, but Jensen liked to give credit where credit was due. “Different person. Nice to people, humble-“
“You’re telling me,” Tom joined in. “My Mom went in before Christmas last month, wanted to buy me some CD’s as a surprise.”
“Oh, God,” Jensen empathized. He hated it when his Mom tried to buy new music for him.
“Yeah, well, I open my stocking on Christmas day and there’s three CDs in there, all of them fucking awesome. Seriously, I hadn’t even heard of two of the bands before, and they are awesome. Naturally, my Mom was ecstatic, and it turns out that Jared had recommended them to her, just because she told him a few bands that I have up on my wall. Now even she thinks he’s the second coming.”
“How can you stand working with the douche?” Justin asked Jensen.
Jensen shrugged. “We have to get along there because our manager won’t have it any other way. We put up with each other. Doesn’t mean we have to acknowledge each other’s existence outside of there.”
“Why are we even playing basketball in the middle of English anyway? Fucking substitute teachers. If Mrs Burns hadn’t scheduled more than 15 minutes work then he should have just given us free time,” Justin said.
“Yeah, I’ve had enough of this. Let’s just go to the library and get some homework done,” Tom said, gathering his bag.
“Good plan. I wanted to get a head start on my history paper anyway,” Justin grumbled.
Jensen followed, casting one last glance toward the court, seeing Jared’s athletic form, a hand tucking his sweaty hair behind his ear. Their eyes caught for a second before a smug grin spread across Jared’s face.
Jensen turned around before he could give Jared the satisfaction of seeing his own smile.
***
“So if everyone can take their scalpel and make their first incision,” Jensen’s biology teacher directed. He cast a sympathetic smile at his lab partner.
“You sure you’re okay with this, Sophia?”
She grimaced, looking at the frog lying on their tray, and shook her head. “It’s totally gross. As long as you don’t mind the cutting, I don’t mind the looking.”
Jensen wasn’t the biggest fan of cutting into dead animals, but he figured if he was serious about studying some sort of health science in college, he’d be cutting up things much worse than a small frog.
He made the first incisions at the frog’s lymph nodes and cast a sideways glance at Sophia to make sure she wasn’t going to be vomiting into the sink anytime soon. She looked a little pale, but so far so good.
“Okay, once you’ve done that and had a good look, it’s time for the fun part!” Mr Bower clapped his hands excitedly and showed them how to cut down its abdomen, through bone and muscle. “If you see some black stuff, congratulations, it’s a girl! They’re eggs. You’ll need to remove them into the side of the tray so you can get a better look.”
“Oh, that’s so gross.” Sophia gagged as Jensen sliced the frog. “I can’t see how you’re so calm about this.”
Jensen shrugged. “It’s actually not so bad once you get started. And look at everything you can see, it’s pretty fascinating.”
“Ugh, I’m going to be sick,” a voice came from the bench behind theirs, and Jensen turned around to see Jared standing there, scalpel in his hand perched over his still intact frog. “You’re going to have to do it.”
“No fucking way,” Jared’s lab partner, Alona, said. “I’m not getting anywhere near the guts of that thing.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. Of course Jared would be a fucking pussy about this. He vaguely recalled when they had to dissect the sheep eye years earlier and Jared actually had been sick when brown liquid squirted out of it and onto him when he stabbed it instead of piercing it.
“Why do you even do biology, man?” Jensen asked, walking over to his bench, taking the scalpel from Jared’s gloved fingers and making a neat incision himself, opening the cavity with the tweezers so he could get a good look.
“It’s a dead frog, Jensen. It’s not uncommon to be squeamish.”
“You’re such a girl. It’s not like it can jump up and attack you,” Jensen bit back.
“Just because you have no problems slicing up dead shit doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t, Dexter.”
“You are such an asshole-“
“Mr Padalecki and Mr Ackles, behave yourself. This is a science lab, not the street,” Mr Bower cut in. “Back to your own bench, Jensen.”
Jensen scowled as Jared grinned and Alona snickered.
“You’re too nice to him,” Sophia whispered when he went back to their bench. “I know he’s my friend and all, but with the amount of shit those guys give you guys, you don’t need to do stuff like that for him.”
“I don’t go out of my way to be nice to the guy,” Jensen defended. “If he hovered over that thing for another minute, Mr Bower would have made them join us to look at ours. That’s the last thing I wanted.”
“I guess.” Sophia shrugged and picked up her pencil. “Okay, let’s draw this thing.”
***
The Hi-Fi Mart was located next to a cinema complex and was a popular venue for music, DVDs, televisions, sound systems and computers. They got most of their trade from movie-goers so foot traffic could be unpredictable. Jensen worked a couple nights a week and all day on either Saturday or Sunday. Jensen’s family wasn’t made of money, thanks to his Dad’s gambling habit which had lost them their house and college funds, and he knew his only way of not having to attend community college was to get a scholarship. The job was perfect because it gave him the opportunity to still study, work with the debate team, and have cash to buy the shit that he wanted as well as save so he would have some cash for college.
After Jensen had clocked in, he headed straight to the registers to help out, the line being about 30 people deep. Once the rush abated, he looked at his watch and saw over an hour had passed. Still six hours to go. Jensen liked the job fine. He worked with good people, well, most of them anyway, and he loved the employee discount, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t prefer to be at home studying or hanging out with Justin and Tom and Mike. It was a day that both he and Jared were both rostered on, although they tended to leave their animosity at school.
“Cheer up, Peachface, there’s only four hours to go,” Jared said after he’d served his last customer. The others had stepped down from the counter to help out on the floor, leaving them alone to man the tills.
“You’ve only got four hours to go, I’ve still got six. And Peachface? Seriously?” Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you do turn that lovely shade of pink when you’re embarrassed. Like right now.” Jared smirked.
“Whatever, douchebag. Peaches aren’t pink.”
“Hmm, how about guavas? Guavaface doesn’t sound as good. How about strawberry? Actually, that might be a bit too girly, even for you.”
“Don’t you have some customers to charm, asshole?”
“Aww, Jensen, keep calling me names like that and I’m going to think you don’t care,” Jared said, and a customer did come up to him before Jensen had a chance to snark back. Jensen watched him as he exuded friendliness and charm, leaning over the counter to get eye level with her. She looked younger than them, maybe 15 or 16, with long blond hair wrapped around a finger as she laughed at something Jared said. Great, another fan and crush for Jared. Jared left the counter to show her exactly what she was looking for, and Jensen tried not to scowl at the next customer coming to buy the Arrested Development box set.
“Excellent choice,” he commented, because, hey, Jensen could be friendly and engage with customers too.
“I’ve never watched it. I’ve got a new baby who doesn’t sleep and my sister-in-law said that this will occupy a few hours at that horrible time of night where I nearly end up buying everything shown in all of those infomercials.”
“I swear I’ve watched the entire series three times,” Jensen told her, smiling. “You’ll love it.”
By the time Jensen finished serving her, Jared was back with a smug grin settled upon his face.
“She totally gave me her number,” he said, holding out the small piece of paper.
“Do you get some sort of sick pleasure in having young girls swoon all over you? Seriously, was that chick even legal?”
Jared shrugged and his mood turned more somber. “It’s not like I was going to actually call her.” He screwed up the paper and tossed it into the nearest trashcan.
Another movie must have gotten out, because a crowd of people suddenly descended upon the place, and staff were again coming up off the floor to help them serve at the counter. Jensen liked it best when it was busy; it made the time go faster.
“What are you up to tonight?” Jared asked, making conversation.
Jensen shrugged. “Probably going over to Justin’s for some Guitar Hero with the guys.”
“Really? That’s like, semi cool,” Jared teased. “That’s not code for a Stargate marathon, is it?”
“Ha-freaking-ha. We’re geeks, we watch Sci-Fi, alert the New York Times!” Jensen snarked. “Anyway, it’s Battlestar Galactica. And even if we were marathoning it, it would probably be more fun than your plans for tonight.”
“Yeah, Chad’s parents are out of town so he wants to do some shit. Can’t really be fucked tonight.”
“No?” Jensen asked. Jared usually jumped when Chad had the weekend to himself.
“School’s getting a bit intense, the homework is starting to pile up, and besides, Jake and Chris both said they’ll be going, so that means that they’ll bring Sandy, Alona, Danneel, and it will get bigger than anyone planned.”
“Because you’re not a people person,” Jensen scoffed.
“After dealing with people all day?” Jared shrugged. “Maybe I’ll go for a little bit.”
The rest of the day passed without much drama, Jensen being relieved of cashier duties to restock DVDs, which he was happy about. There was only so much customer interaction he could handle in one day.
At the end of his shift, he clocked out and went to his pigeon hole to collect his pay slip. Sitting under his payslip was the latest CD by The Editors that Jensen hadn’t had the chance to buy yet. It had the receipt attached so that his manager wouldn’t think he stole it and a post-it note that read You’ll wet your pants, this is so good. Thanks for the frog.
Jensen smiled. He couldn’t wait to get home to listen to it. Suddenly going to Justin’s was the last thing he felt like doing.
***
Just like every other student, Jensen loved field trips. Having a day or two out of the house and not having to think about anything like work, homework, dishes or annoying sisters made them worthwhile.
His social studies class was on an overnight field trip for government studies. While it wasn’t the most thrilling excursion, touring the historical and political landmarks of the capital city, being out in a slowly thawing winter was just what Jensen needed to forget about the state of his college applications for a few days. It was the end of February, there wasn’t more he could do about them except wait, but it didn’t mean he didn’t worry.
The best thing about this field trip was that he was in the same class as his closest friends, so the four of them hung out together for the day and were usually paired off to stay in the same room at the hotel.
When they finally made it to the hotel after dinner, all Jensen wanted to do was grab a shower and maybe some internet time before getting some shuteye. They were all ushered into one of the meeting rooms adjacent to the lobby to sort their bags and get their room keys.
“Before we start with the room allocations,” Mrs Hassett began, “you should know that it has come to the attention of Mr Collins, Ms Rooney and I that some of you were planning a jailbreak tonight.”
She glared right in the direction of Chad, Jared and Jake, who rolled their eyes and started muttering to each other, probably trying to work out how word got out. Hell, even Jensen knew that they were going to try and sneak out tonight, so he wasn’t in the least surprised their teachers caught wind of it.
“So that means that you won’t be sharing with someone you would normally share with, although we’ve done our best to prevent any potential homicides. Also, all of the rooms are along the same hall with a nice lobby area for us teachers to sit in. Mr Collins has freaky intuition and I have three kids and know how to function on five hours sleep, so don’t even think that you can sneak into each other’s rooms for even a second.”
The teachers were relatively true to their word. Mike was roomed with someone he was in chess club with but didn’t hang out with outside of there, Tom paired with another Art student, and Justin with someone he’d done a group assignment with earlier in the school year.
As more and more boys were paired up, Jensen could feel it coming, but it was still a shock when he finally heard the words.
“Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, come and get your room keys.”
He looked across and saw Jared shrug at Chad before grabbing his bag and joining Jensen in making his way toward Mr Collins for their keys.
“I know you two get along well enough to work with each other, so try not to kill each other here. Pretend you’re at the Hi-Fi Mart, if that helps?”
“Whatever,” Jensen said and followed the other students up to the seventh floor, leaving Jared lagging behind him, talking to one of the girls.
He got to the room before Jared. It was a basic room, bathroom immediately to the left when you walked in with shower and bath, and two queen beds in the main room with a large flat-screen television.
Jensen immediately went and threw his duffel on top of the bed closest to the window and opened the curtains to see the lights of the city.
He turned when he heard Jared slide the keycard into the slot and walk through the door before resting against it. Jared stood and stared at Jensen for a few beats before a wide smile broke across his face.
“Are you telling me that the plan actually worked? Are you fucking serious? We get to share a room?” Jared asked, disbelief in his voice.
Jensen’s answering smile reached his eyes. “Of course it worked! Genius move on your part. Thank God they paired us up. I had a feeling they would. And I can’t believe that Chad fell for it.”
“I know, right? He knows how much I don’t rock the boat after I crashed Mom’s car. I’d never have tried to sneak out of here, but as soon as I suggested it, he practically had blue prints of how it was going to work. Oh, and I told Alona and Sandy about the plans in Gabe’s earshot, knowing he’d tell Mr Collins. From there it all just fell into place, just like I thought it would.”
Jared pushed himself off the door and casually dumped his bag on the other bed before stalking over to Jensen by the window and putting his hands on Jensen’s hips. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“That you were right?” Jensen tried, lifting his own hands to run up and down Jared’s back.
Jared shook his head. “The way this whole dodgy plan came to play. God wants us to have sex, Jensen.”
“Last time I checked the Bible, gay sex was definitely all the rage.”
“Can you stop throwing sarcastic comments at me for five minutes?” Jared asked, resting his forehead against Jensen’s. “No one is here for you to perform for.”
“I’m sorry, fallback,” Jensen said, and Jared leaned in to kiss him. “Wait! Did you lock the door?”
“Of course I locked the door. Do you think I want Chad to walk in and catch us? I’ve got a reputation, remember.”
“I have one too, asshole, and it would be severely dented if I was caught making out with you.”
“You sure it wouldn’t actually go up a couple notches?” Jared asked, nuzzling into Jensen’s neck.
Jensen slapped the back of his head. “Do you want to get laid tonight?”
Jared’s lips made their way to Jensen’s jaw. “Hell yeah, it’s been way too long.”
“It was two days ago.”
“Hand jobs in the employee restroom do not count,” Jared said and started tugging at Jensen’s tee, winding his hands underneath it to touch skin. “It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve been around so you can help me with my homework.”
“How long do you think it will be before Chad tries to sneak over here?” Jensen asked, catching Jared’s lips in his own for a deep, wet kiss.
“I’d give him another 20 minutes to get sick of Gary, then he’ll try and sneak over and offer to swap rooms with you.”
“Which I won’t be doing,” Jensen said, lifting Jared’s hoodie up and over his head. “Gary snores like a chainsaw.”
“Yeah, that’s the reason you don’t want to swap.” Jared smirked. “Besides, Mrs Hassett will be onto him before he even gets here. Dude is predictable, and she’s had four years of field trips with him to know what he’s like.”
“So we have 20 minutes before I can get you naked?”
“Fully naked. Partial nudity is fully acceptable with Chad.”
“I’m not sure I like those terms,” Jensen said, helping Jared out of his tee.
“You and Justin have never changed in front of each other?”
“Not really.”
“But you’re hot. Seriously, Jensen.” Jared lifted Jensen’s own tee over his head, revealing his defined biceps and toned abs. “I don’t know why you hide all this.”
“Not all of us are exhibitionists,” Jensen said, trying to control the blush that colored his face whenever Jared showed appreciation of his body. Jensen had muscled up over the previous 12 months. He’d started using his dad’s weight bench during a spate of insomnia in an attempt to tire his body out and it ended up becoming part of his daily routine.
“I’d rather no one knew the extent of your hotness,” Jared said, pushing a half-clothed Jensen onto the bed and kissing down his chest. “Mine.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jensen said as Jared tongued over a nipple.
“I can’t believe we get to spend the night together. God, the way you were all cute and half asleep on the bus this morning, took all of my self control not to drag you down one of the hallways at the capitol building and suck you off.”
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned, feeling himself grow harder in his jeans. “I want that now, want you to suck me.”
“Not yet. Chad, remember?” Jared said, trailing his lips back to Jensen’s mouth and indulging in a long wet kiss. “Besides, I thought seeing as the plan worked and we finally have a night alone together, we were going to, you know-“
Jensen grinned against Jared’s mouth. “If you can’t say it you shouldn’t be doing it.”
“Like you’d miss an opportunity to fuck me.” Jared reached a hand between them and palmed Jensen’s denim-clad dick.
The thought of being inside Jared knocked the breath out of him. They’d only been together for three months, but Jensen was so ready to take things further. They’d both been with girls before, before they realized they were more attracted to boys, but this would be their first time with another guy. Their whole relationship they had been slowly experimenting with one another, in the back of Jared’s car or in one of their bedrooms under the guise of studying. They mastered the art of hand jobs quickly, blow jobs took a bit more practice, and Jensen now considered Jared an expert. The way he teased and licked and sucked and knew when to back off or how to make him come in under a minute was something Jensen was still grappling with.
They’d been talking about sex for a few weeks, but neither knew when the opportunity would come up. They wanted to take their time, neither wanting to risk being walked in on by a parent or sibling. When one particularly heated make out session ended up with Jensen having his fingers buried inside Jared with him gasping “fuck me, want your cock in me so bad” and Jared having the most intense orgasm of his life (and then giving Jensen the most mind-blowing blow job), they decided that they needed a plan. They thought about going away for Jensen’s birthday weekend until Jared remembered the field trip. They just needed to work out how they could get a better chance of rooming together without it being obvious.
Jensen was lost in his thoughts and Jared’s kisses across his collarbone and shoulders.
“Dude, you heard of this thing called deodorant?” Jared asked, nuzzling his armpit. It was something he liked to do, and Jensen had yet to work out why.
“No shit. It’s ten at night and we’ve been out since seven. I was going to shower before you molested me. It’s not like you’re minty fresh either.”
“You love my musk.”
“Not after four hours on a bus, I don’t.”
“That’s when it’s at its best!” Jared rubbed his own armpit in Jensen’s face.
“Dude, get off me. That’s so gross.” Jensen fought against him, but Jared had him pinned.
“Not until you admit you love it!”
“Oh, God, okay. You win!”
“I sure do,” Jared said, pulling off of Jensen and dropping kisses along his hipbones, trailing a path to his zipper. He flicked the button open just as a tapping sound come from the door and a loud whispered “Jared.”
“Fuck,” Jared said into Jensen’s skin and sucking hard. “I forgot about Chad.”
“Can you get rid of him quickly?” Jensen asked, propping himself up on his elbows and feeling debauched as all sin.
“Can you get rid of this quickly?” Jared asked, nodding down to the bulge at his crotch.
“Just take your jeans off and grab a towel. Say you’re about to hit the shower.”
“You’re so smart.” Jared dropped his jeans and ran to the bathroom “Coming, hang on a sec.”
“Chad Michael Murray, what did we tell you?” Jensen could hear Mrs Hassett’s scolding tone through the door and saw Jared pause, probably hoping his boner would go down while they were having this conversation.
“Come on, Mrs Hassett, you’re busting my balls here.”
“You’ve been assigned to a room and you will stay in that room.”
“But it’s so boring. At least if I was sharing with Jared-“
“You’d be at some seedy club in town right now?”
“I’d at least have someone to talk to. Gary’s head’s stuck in a book. What am I supposed to do?”
“Tweet about how unfair your social studies teacher is? Better yet, get in your pajamas, go to bed, close your eyes and count backwards from 100.”
Jared chose that moment to open the door a fraction, just enough to stick one side of his body into the hallway.
“Chad, keep it down. Jensen’s asleep.”
“Come on, dude, since when do you care?”
“I’m tired, man. I’ve been up since six. I just want to grab a shower and pass out.”
“Seriously?” Jensen could almost see Chad pouting through the door.
“You heard him, Chad. Go back to your room before I have to call your mother,” Mrs Hassett said.
“I’ll meet you for breakfast. It’s just one night,” Jared urged.
“Oh, whatever,” was Chad’s response.
Jared locked the door as the sound of their footsteps and Chad’s grumbling ebbed away. Jensen sat up on the bed, his jeans unbuttoned and zipper pulled down.
“So, where were we?” Jared asked, whipping the towel from his waist and pulling down his shorts.
“There seems about right,” Jensen said, lifting his hips to tug his jeans and boxer briefs off at once. He sat, unmoving, taking the opportunity to ogle Jared in his naked form, catching Jared doing the same to him.
“God, you’re hot,” Jared growled, moving back to the bed and straddling Jensen’s thighs.
“You don’t want to shower first?”
“I don’t want to wait,” Jared said, leaning over and biting at Jensen’s neck. “Unless you want to.”
“I can put up with your stench,” he grinned. “Hey, careful. No hickeys.”
“You’re no fun,” Jared said, pulling off of his neck and moving to drop kisses along his collarbone.
“On the contrary,” Jensen replied and angled his hand between them to grab at Jared’s dick.
“Oh, God,” he spat out, humping into his hand. “Stop it, Jensen, otherwise I’m going to shoot everywhere before you’re even inside me.”
“Holy fuck,” Jensen exclaimed at the mental image of being inside Jared. “I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“Neither can I,” Jared agreed, sliding off of Jensen and reaching for his bag. Jensen enjoyed the view of Jared’s upturned ass until Jared held up the lube and condom victoriously. “Where do you want me?”
“On your back.”
For all the bravado, Jensen could see signs of nervousness in Jared. His movements were slower and his hands were shaking slightly as he handed Jensen the lube and condom. Truth be told, Jensen was nervous himself, petrified almost. He wanted this more than air, but Jared was trusting him here, and he wanted to be good and not hurt him.
“What are you waiting for? The apocalypse?” Jared asked, getting impatient.
“Do you want your dick sucked or not?”
“Yes, please.”
Jensen ducked his head and took Jared’s cock into his mouth, looking up through his lashes to see Jared’s head fall back into the pillow as he gasped out “fuck, Jensen.”
Nothing made Jensen feel more exhilarated than having this effect on Jared, reducing him to a mess of limbs and sounds and heavy breathing. He worked Jared’s cock with his hand as he licked up and down the shaft and sucked the tip, just like Jensen knew he liked.
It wasn’t long before Jared was moaning and writhing and tapping Jensen on his shoulder. Jensen pulled off and looked at him, face and chest flushed red and sweat gathering at his hairline.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I was going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Jensen asked, trailing his fingers down Jared’s stomach.
He shook his head. “Not yet. Want you in me when I come.”
Jensen closed his eyes at that, willing his cock not to shoot at the image that brought. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah. Come on, get me ready like you did the other week. Been wanting to feel you like that ever since.”
Jensen took deep breaths as he drizzled lube on his fingers, leaning over Jared to capture his lips in a kiss as his middle finger reached down and drew circles before pushing in.
Jared groaned into Jensen’s mouth as he took his time getting him ready. He tried to ignore his own hard dick so he could concentrate on feeling Jared and what he needed.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Jared said after a few minutes.
“Okay,” Jensen said, nerves and excitement warring with each other as he reached to grab the condom, sliding it on and slicking himself up.
Jared had flipped himself over so that he was on all fours, and as Jensen was lining himself up he asked one more time, “You sure you want to do this?”
“So sure. Do it,” he urged, looking behind his shoulder at Jensen, reaching down with one hand to jack himself lightly as Jensen pushed in.
God, it felt like heaven and dying and tight and hot and Jensen was only part of the way in. He gave Jared a moment to adjust and concentrated on breathing in and out.
“Move. Come on, move,” Jared said after a few moments, and Jensen let his body act on instinct, sinking deeper until he was all the way in.
“Fuck, wish I could see your face,” Jensen said, leaning down to drop a kiss on Jared’s shoulder.
“Next time, just move.”
As Jensen thrust in and out of Jared, he felt emotion rise up in him that was more than just his impending orgasm. He felt incredible and so connected to Jared right then. He wanted to babble incoherent words at him. Tell Jared how awesome he was, how much this meant to him. He wanted to tell Jared that he loved him, but he didn’t want to cheapen it by saying it for the first time during sex. He’d be damned if he didn’t feel it all the same, though.
“More, come on,” Jared said as Jensen went harder. Jared’s moans started to mirror his own, started to sound less like pain and more like pleasure. Jared reached down to stroke himself and the change in angle had Jensen going a little deeper, hitting Jared’s prostate by accident, but now that Jensen had found it he kept it up.
When Jared stiffened and shouted into the pillow, Jensen pumped his hips a few more times until he found his own release. He felt amazing and tired, wanting to pull out yet stay inside forever. Eventually Jared reached behind him and batted at Jensen’s hands resting on his hips.
“Sorry,” Jensen said, rolling off and disposing the condom.
“S’okay, just getting heavy,” Jared said, rolling onto his back. “You’re amazing.”
“Was going to say that to you.”
Jared smiled and kissed him lightly. “Want to grab a quick shower?”
“You’ve got all the ideas. I thought I was supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Come on, I’m all sticky.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Jensen rubbed circles into Jared’s chest as they lay in the other bed together, Jared on his back and Jensen curled around him on his side. Jensen was always wired after sex. Jared was always uncharacteristically quiet.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asked, dropping a kiss against his shoulder.
He felt Jared take a deep breath. “Yeah. That was just, huge, you know?”
“Well, I don’t like to brag,” Jensen smirked.
Jared gave a small chuckle but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You know what I mean. I don’t want to sound like a girl, but it meant something.”
Jensen paused and thought about it before replying. “I know. It did.”
“I wasn’t expecting it to feel that strong.”
“Me neither,” Jensen replied honestly.
Jared took a deep breath. “I’m tired of not being your boyfriend.”
Jensen’s brow furrowed. “You are my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but to who? I want to hold your hand, kiss you good morning, sit next to you on the bus so you can fall asleep on my shoulder.”
Jensen wanted all that too, but their situation wasn’t easy.
“Jared, your friends hate me.”
“They don’t hate you. They don’t even know you.”
“Neither did you six months ago, but you still didn’t like me. And my friends aren’t your biggest fans either.”
“Maybe if they knew about us, they’d realize I’m not the total asshole they all think I am. I’m not, right?”
“You’re totally not. I learned that when we started working together, and I know the guys would come around eventually, but I’d rather tell them when the school year’s finished and I don’t have to see them every day. I’m stressed out enough right now with college and stuff without adding that to the mix. How do you think you’d go around Chad and Jake every day after they find out?”
Jared was quiet for a beat. “Okay, you make sense. Could we at least start being nicer to each other at work?”
Jensen smiled. “We could do that.”
“Say we’ve reached an understanding or some shit if anyone questions it.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I just want to be your boyfriend.”
Jensen grabbed the hand resting against Jared’s side and threaded his fingers through his, kissing his knuckles.
“You should come to my birthday dinner next week,” he said quietly.
“What? Really?” The surprise in Jared’s voice was evident.
Jensen cleared his throat. “It’s just going to be dinner at my house with my parents and Mackenzie, but you should come. Mom’s making enchiladas.”
“Your parents won’t find it weird?”
“I think Mom knows something’s going on between us anyway. She’s been subtly trying to get me to tell her for weeks now.”
“How can she tell? We’ve been so careful.”
“Seeing as this time last year I was calling you a giant douche and now we’re spending time with each other, not too hard to figure out.”
“I guess.” Jared paused. “It would be really nice. Dinner with your family. I’d love to come.”
Jensen tucked his face into Jared’s chest, trying to hide his wide smile.
“I love you,” he said quietly, barely a whisper.
He felt Jared take a deep breath and then nudge at him until Jensen was looking up at him. “I love you, too.”
Their lips met in a soft kiss, no tongue, just lips moving against each other, and they continued to do that until sleep took them.
***
“Stop it,” Jensen whined, burying his face in his pillow to try and evade the fingertips touching his face.
“Come on, Jensen, you have to get up.”
“Times’it?” he asked.
“Nearly 7:45.”
“What time’s breakfast?”
“Only another half hour.”
“Ten more minutes,” Jensen declared and willed his body to go back to sleep that second.
“I’ve been up for ages, and I’ll have to go meet Chad in twenty. Come on, Jensen. Entertain me.”
“Go away.”
“I’ve got coffee?” Jared said, and Jensen opened his eyes at that.
“What sort?”
“Extra hot latte with one sugar from the Starbucks across the road.”
Jensen forced himself to sit up and reached his hands out for the proffered cup.
“You really are a grump in the mornings, aren’t you? I mean, your Mom pretty much told me not to even think of waking you without the smell of coffee wafting-“
“My Mom told you what I’m like in the mornings? When?”
“That day I came to pick you up at eight for work. Told me that if I wanted you to actually move your lazy ass that I should buy you a coffee on the way and tell you that it’s in the car getting cold.”
“I love my Mom,” he said as he took a sip of the hot coffee.
“Uh, how about the guy that risked life and limb crossing a busy street and dodging early morning business people needing their caffeine fix?”
“Yeah, you’re alright,” Jensen grinned.
“Yeah, I love you too,” Jared said flippantly, but Jensen could see the edges of his smile curving brighter than normal. “Also, I got the biggest grin from Mr Collins when he caught me bringing both coffees into the room.”
“Think he knows?”
“Nah. But he might think that we’re friends enough for me to get you a coffee. Now, can I go have a shower without you falling back to sleep?”
“Probably not.”
“Then you’re coming in with me.” Jared yanked the covers from Jensen’s body, and Jensen yelped in protest. “Come on, I’ve got to meet Chad soon, and it will be much easier surviving today after a hand job.”
PART TWO
Author: ms_soma
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: ~10,000
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything.
Beta: Thanks elless18 for the fantastic beta!
Written for: j2_afterclass for dephigravity who prompted Jared and Jensen despise one another but get stuck sharing a room on a school trip (band, choir, club, or sports related) and end up falling for one another. This fic is based on this prompt.
Notes: Title taken from “Specialist” by Interpol
“God, he’s an asshole,” Justin mumbled to Jensen as Jared Padalecki scored another three-pointer. “I mean, I get he’s a good basketballer, but he doesn’t have to be so fucking obnoxious about it.”
“I don’t think he has any other mode,” Jensen said as they watched Jared and his best friend, Chad Michael Murray, bump chests before taking their positions again. He knew part of Justin’s animosity towards Mr Popularity was to do with their being good friends until they each went their separate ways in Junior High - and really, it wasn’t Jared’s fault that the direction he headed in was considered popular - but he couldn’t say he doubted his friend in this observation.
“Is he like that at work? Does he bump chests with your coworkers when he gets a decent sale or something?”
Jensen considered this. He had been working with Jared at the Hi-Fi Mart for six months, after Jared had crashed his Mom’s car and his Dad demanded he learn some responsibility.
“He’s really not,” Jensen said. It would have been easy to call him an asshole, but Jensen liked to give credit where credit was due. “Different person. Nice to people, humble-“
“You’re telling me,” Tom joined in. “My Mom went in before Christmas last month, wanted to buy me some CD’s as a surprise.”
“Oh, God,” Jensen empathized. He hated it when his Mom tried to buy new music for him.
“Yeah, well, I open my stocking on Christmas day and there’s three CDs in there, all of them fucking awesome. Seriously, I hadn’t even heard of two of the bands before, and they are awesome. Naturally, my Mom was ecstatic, and it turns out that Jared had recommended them to her, just because she told him a few bands that I have up on my wall. Now even she thinks he’s the second coming.”
“How can you stand working with the douche?” Justin asked Jensen.
Jensen shrugged. “We have to get along there because our manager won’t have it any other way. We put up with each other. Doesn’t mean we have to acknowledge each other’s existence outside of there.”
“Why are we even playing basketball in the middle of English anyway? Fucking substitute teachers. If Mrs Burns hadn’t scheduled more than 15 minutes work then he should have just given us free time,” Justin said.
“Yeah, I’ve had enough of this. Let’s just go to the library and get some homework done,” Tom said, gathering his bag.
“Good plan. I wanted to get a head start on my history paper anyway,” Justin grumbled.
Jensen followed, casting one last glance toward the court, seeing Jared’s athletic form, a hand tucking his sweaty hair behind his ear. Their eyes caught for a second before a smug grin spread across Jared’s face.
Jensen turned around before he could give Jared the satisfaction of seeing his own smile.
***
“So if everyone can take their scalpel and make their first incision,” Jensen’s biology teacher directed. He cast a sympathetic smile at his lab partner.
“You sure you’re okay with this, Sophia?”
She grimaced, looking at the frog lying on their tray, and shook her head. “It’s totally gross. As long as you don’t mind the cutting, I don’t mind the looking.”
Jensen wasn’t the biggest fan of cutting into dead animals, but he figured if he was serious about studying some sort of health science in college, he’d be cutting up things much worse than a small frog.
He made the first incisions at the frog’s lymph nodes and cast a sideways glance at Sophia to make sure she wasn’t going to be vomiting into the sink anytime soon. She looked a little pale, but so far so good.
“Okay, once you’ve done that and had a good look, it’s time for the fun part!” Mr Bower clapped his hands excitedly and showed them how to cut down its abdomen, through bone and muscle. “If you see some black stuff, congratulations, it’s a girl! They’re eggs. You’ll need to remove them into the side of the tray so you can get a better look.”
“Oh, that’s so gross.” Sophia gagged as Jensen sliced the frog. “I can’t see how you’re so calm about this.”
Jensen shrugged. “It’s actually not so bad once you get started. And look at everything you can see, it’s pretty fascinating.”
“Ugh, I’m going to be sick,” a voice came from the bench behind theirs, and Jensen turned around to see Jared standing there, scalpel in his hand perched over his still intact frog. “You’re going to have to do it.”
“No fucking way,” Jared’s lab partner, Alona, said. “I’m not getting anywhere near the guts of that thing.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. Of course Jared would be a fucking pussy about this. He vaguely recalled when they had to dissect the sheep eye years earlier and Jared actually had been sick when brown liquid squirted out of it and onto him when he stabbed it instead of piercing it.
“Why do you even do biology, man?” Jensen asked, walking over to his bench, taking the scalpel from Jared’s gloved fingers and making a neat incision himself, opening the cavity with the tweezers so he could get a good look.
“It’s a dead frog, Jensen. It’s not uncommon to be squeamish.”
“You’re such a girl. It’s not like it can jump up and attack you,” Jensen bit back.
“Just because you have no problems slicing up dead shit doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t, Dexter.”
“You are such an asshole-“
“Mr Padalecki and Mr Ackles, behave yourself. This is a science lab, not the street,” Mr Bower cut in. “Back to your own bench, Jensen.”
Jensen scowled as Jared grinned and Alona snickered.
“You’re too nice to him,” Sophia whispered when he went back to their bench. “I know he’s my friend and all, but with the amount of shit those guys give you guys, you don’t need to do stuff like that for him.”
“I don’t go out of my way to be nice to the guy,” Jensen defended. “If he hovered over that thing for another minute, Mr Bower would have made them join us to look at ours. That’s the last thing I wanted.”
“I guess.” Sophia shrugged and picked up her pencil. “Okay, let’s draw this thing.”
***
The Hi-Fi Mart was located next to a cinema complex and was a popular venue for music, DVDs, televisions, sound systems and computers. They got most of their trade from movie-goers so foot traffic could be unpredictable. Jensen worked a couple nights a week and all day on either Saturday or Sunday. Jensen’s family wasn’t made of money, thanks to his Dad’s gambling habit which had lost them their house and college funds, and he knew his only way of not having to attend community college was to get a scholarship. The job was perfect because it gave him the opportunity to still study, work with the debate team, and have cash to buy the shit that he wanted as well as save so he would have some cash for college.
After Jensen had clocked in, he headed straight to the registers to help out, the line being about 30 people deep. Once the rush abated, he looked at his watch and saw over an hour had passed. Still six hours to go. Jensen liked the job fine. He worked with good people, well, most of them anyway, and he loved the employee discount, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t prefer to be at home studying or hanging out with Justin and Tom and Mike. It was a day that both he and Jared were both rostered on, although they tended to leave their animosity at school.
“Cheer up, Peachface, there’s only four hours to go,” Jared said after he’d served his last customer. The others had stepped down from the counter to help out on the floor, leaving them alone to man the tills.
“You’ve only got four hours to go, I’ve still got six. And Peachface? Seriously?” Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you do turn that lovely shade of pink when you’re embarrassed. Like right now.” Jared smirked.
“Whatever, douchebag. Peaches aren’t pink.”
“Hmm, how about guavas? Guavaface doesn’t sound as good. How about strawberry? Actually, that might be a bit too girly, even for you.”
“Don’t you have some customers to charm, asshole?”
“Aww, Jensen, keep calling me names like that and I’m going to think you don’t care,” Jared said, and a customer did come up to him before Jensen had a chance to snark back. Jensen watched him as he exuded friendliness and charm, leaning over the counter to get eye level with her. She looked younger than them, maybe 15 or 16, with long blond hair wrapped around a finger as she laughed at something Jared said. Great, another fan and crush for Jared. Jared left the counter to show her exactly what she was looking for, and Jensen tried not to scowl at the next customer coming to buy the Arrested Development box set.
“Excellent choice,” he commented, because, hey, Jensen could be friendly and engage with customers too.
“I’ve never watched it. I’ve got a new baby who doesn’t sleep and my sister-in-law said that this will occupy a few hours at that horrible time of night where I nearly end up buying everything shown in all of those infomercials.”
“I swear I’ve watched the entire series three times,” Jensen told her, smiling. “You’ll love it.”
By the time Jensen finished serving her, Jared was back with a smug grin settled upon his face.
“She totally gave me her number,” he said, holding out the small piece of paper.
“Do you get some sort of sick pleasure in having young girls swoon all over you? Seriously, was that chick even legal?”
Jared shrugged and his mood turned more somber. “It’s not like I was going to actually call her.” He screwed up the paper and tossed it into the nearest trashcan.
Another movie must have gotten out, because a crowd of people suddenly descended upon the place, and staff were again coming up off the floor to help them serve at the counter. Jensen liked it best when it was busy; it made the time go faster.
“What are you up to tonight?” Jared asked, making conversation.
Jensen shrugged. “Probably going over to Justin’s for some Guitar Hero with the guys.”
“Really? That’s like, semi cool,” Jared teased. “That’s not code for a Stargate marathon, is it?”
“Ha-freaking-ha. We’re geeks, we watch Sci-Fi, alert the New York Times!” Jensen snarked. “Anyway, it’s Battlestar Galactica. And even if we were marathoning it, it would probably be more fun than your plans for tonight.”
“Yeah, Chad’s parents are out of town so he wants to do some shit. Can’t really be fucked tonight.”
“No?” Jensen asked. Jared usually jumped when Chad had the weekend to himself.
“School’s getting a bit intense, the homework is starting to pile up, and besides, Jake and Chris both said they’ll be going, so that means that they’ll bring Sandy, Alona, Danneel, and it will get bigger than anyone planned.”
“Because you’re not a people person,” Jensen scoffed.
“After dealing with people all day?” Jared shrugged. “Maybe I’ll go for a little bit.”
The rest of the day passed without much drama, Jensen being relieved of cashier duties to restock DVDs, which he was happy about. There was only so much customer interaction he could handle in one day.
At the end of his shift, he clocked out and went to his pigeon hole to collect his pay slip. Sitting under his payslip was the latest CD by The Editors that Jensen hadn’t had the chance to buy yet. It had the receipt attached so that his manager wouldn’t think he stole it and a post-it note that read You’ll wet your pants, this is so good. Thanks for the frog.
Jensen smiled. He couldn’t wait to get home to listen to it. Suddenly going to Justin’s was the last thing he felt like doing.
***
Just like every other student, Jensen loved field trips. Having a day or two out of the house and not having to think about anything like work, homework, dishes or annoying sisters made them worthwhile.
His social studies class was on an overnight field trip for government studies. While it wasn’t the most thrilling excursion, touring the historical and political landmarks of the capital city, being out in a slowly thawing winter was just what Jensen needed to forget about the state of his college applications for a few days. It was the end of February, there wasn’t more he could do about them except wait, but it didn’t mean he didn’t worry.
The best thing about this field trip was that he was in the same class as his closest friends, so the four of them hung out together for the day and were usually paired off to stay in the same room at the hotel.
When they finally made it to the hotel after dinner, all Jensen wanted to do was grab a shower and maybe some internet time before getting some shuteye. They were all ushered into one of the meeting rooms adjacent to the lobby to sort their bags and get their room keys.
“Before we start with the room allocations,” Mrs Hassett began, “you should know that it has come to the attention of Mr Collins, Ms Rooney and I that some of you were planning a jailbreak tonight.”
She glared right in the direction of Chad, Jared and Jake, who rolled their eyes and started muttering to each other, probably trying to work out how word got out. Hell, even Jensen knew that they were going to try and sneak out tonight, so he wasn’t in the least surprised their teachers caught wind of it.
“So that means that you won’t be sharing with someone you would normally share with, although we’ve done our best to prevent any potential homicides. Also, all of the rooms are along the same hall with a nice lobby area for us teachers to sit in. Mr Collins has freaky intuition and I have three kids and know how to function on five hours sleep, so don’t even think that you can sneak into each other’s rooms for even a second.”
The teachers were relatively true to their word. Mike was roomed with someone he was in chess club with but didn’t hang out with outside of there, Tom paired with another Art student, and Justin with someone he’d done a group assignment with earlier in the school year.
As more and more boys were paired up, Jensen could feel it coming, but it was still a shock when he finally heard the words.
“Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, come and get your room keys.”
He looked across and saw Jared shrug at Chad before grabbing his bag and joining Jensen in making his way toward Mr Collins for their keys.
“I know you two get along well enough to work with each other, so try not to kill each other here. Pretend you’re at the Hi-Fi Mart, if that helps?”
“Whatever,” Jensen said and followed the other students up to the seventh floor, leaving Jared lagging behind him, talking to one of the girls.
He got to the room before Jared. It was a basic room, bathroom immediately to the left when you walked in with shower and bath, and two queen beds in the main room with a large flat-screen television.
Jensen immediately went and threw his duffel on top of the bed closest to the window and opened the curtains to see the lights of the city.
He turned when he heard Jared slide the keycard into the slot and walk through the door before resting against it. Jared stood and stared at Jensen for a few beats before a wide smile broke across his face.
“Are you telling me that the plan actually worked? Are you fucking serious? We get to share a room?” Jared asked, disbelief in his voice.
Jensen’s answering smile reached his eyes. “Of course it worked! Genius move on your part. Thank God they paired us up. I had a feeling they would. And I can’t believe that Chad fell for it.”
“I know, right? He knows how much I don’t rock the boat after I crashed Mom’s car. I’d never have tried to sneak out of here, but as soon as I suggested it, he practically had blue prints of how it was going to work. Oh, and I told Alona and Sandy about the plans in Gabe’s earshot, knowing he’d tell Mr Collins. From there it all just fell into place, just like I thought it would.”
Jared pushed himself off the door and casually dumped his bag on the other bed before stalking over to Jensen by the window and putting his hands on Jensen’s hips. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“That you were right?” Jensen tried, lifting his own hands to run up and down Jared’s back.
Jared shook his head. “The way this whole dodgy plan came to play. God wants us to have sex, Jensen.”
“Last time I checked the Bible, gay sex was definitely all the rage.”
“Can you stop throwing sarcastic comments at me for five minutes?” Jared asked, resting his forehead against Jensen’s. “No one is here for you to perform for.”
“I’m sorry, fallback,” Jensen said, and Jared leaned in to kiss him. “Wait! Did you lock the door?”
“Of course I locked the door. Do you think I want Chad to walk in and catch us? I’ve got a reputation, remember.”
“I have one too, asshole, and it would be severely dented if I was caught making out with you.”
“You sure it wouldn’t actually go up a couple notches?” Jared asked, nuzzling into Jensen’s neck.
Jensen slapped the back of his head. “Do you want to get laid tonight?”
Jared’s lips made their way to Jensen’s jaw. “Hell yeah, it’s been way too long.”
“It was two days ago.”
“Hand jobs in the employee restroom do not count,” Jared said and started tugging at Jensen’s tee, winding his hands underneath it to touch skin. “It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve been around so you can help me with my homework.”
“How long do you think it will be before Chad tries to sneak over here?” Jensen asked, catching Jared’s lips in his own for a deep, wet kiss.
“I’d give him another 20 minutes to get sick of Gary, then he’ll try and sneak over and offer to swap rooms with you.”
“Which I won’t be doing,” Jensen said, lifting Jared’s hoodie up and over his head. “Gary snores like a chainsaw.”
“Yeah, that’s the reason you don’t want to swap.” Jared smirked. “Besides, Mrs Hassett will be onto him before he even gets here. Dude is predictable, and she’s had four years of field trips with him to know what he’s like.”
“So we have 20 minutes before I can get you naked?”
“Fully naked. Partial nudity is fully acceptable with Chad.”
“I’m not sure I like those terms,” Jensen said, helping Jared out of his tee.
“You and Justin have never changed in front of each other?”
“Not really.”
“But you’re hot. Seriously, Jensen.” Jared lifted Jensen’s own tee over his head, revealing his defined biceps and toned abs. “I don’t know why you hide all this.”
“Not all of us are exhibitionists,” Jensen said, trying to control the blush that colored his face whenever Jared showed appreciation of his body. Jensen had muscled up over the previous 12 months. He’d started using his dad’s weight bench during a spate of insomnia in an attempt to tire his body out and it ended up becoming part of his daily routine.
“I’d rather no one knew the extent of your hotness,” Jared said, pushing a half-clothed Jensen onto the bed and kissing down his chest. “Mine.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jensen said as Jared tongued over a nipple.
“I can’t believe we get to spend the night together. God, the way you were all cute and half asleep on the bus this morning, took all of my self control not to drag you down one of the hallways at the capitol building and suck you off.”
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned, feeling himself grow harder in his jeans. “I want that now, want you to suck me.”
“Not yet. Chad, remember?” Jared said, trailing his lips back to Jensen’s mouth and indulging in a long wet kiss. “Besides, I thought seeing as the plan worked and we finally have a night alone together, we were going to, you know-“
Jensen grinned against Jared’s mouth. “If you can’t say it you shouldn’t be doing it.”
“Like you’d miss an opportunity to fuck me.” Jared reached a hand between them and palmed Jensen’s denim-clad dick.
The thought of being inside Jared knocked the breath out of him. They’d only been together for three months, but Jensen was so ready to take things further. They’d both been with girls before, before they realized they were more attracted to boys, but this would be their first time with another guy. Their whole relationship they had been slowly experimenting with one another, in the back of Jared’s car or in one of their bedrooms under the guise of studying. They mastered the art of hand jobs quickly, blow jobs took a bit more practice, and Jensen now considered Jared an expert. The way he teased and licked and sucked and knew when to back off or how to make him come in under a minute was something Jensen was still grappling with.
They’d been talking about sex for a few weeks, but neither knew when the opportunity would come up. They wanted to take their time, neither wanting to risk being walked in on by a parent or sibling. When one particularly heated make out session ended up with Jensen having his fingers buried inside Jared with him gasping “fuck me, want your cock in me so bad” and Jared having the most intense orgasm of his life (and then giving Jensen the most mind-blowing blow job), they decided that they needed a plan. They thought about going away for Jensen’s birthday weekend until Jared remembered the field trip. They just needed to work out how they could get a better chance of rooming together without it being obvious.
Jensen was lost in his thoughts and Jared’s kisses across his collarbone and shoulders.
“Dude, you heard of this thing called deodorant?” Jared asked, nuzzling his armpit. It was something he liked to do, and Jensen had yet to work out why.
“No shit. It’s ten at night and we’ve been out since seven. I was going to shower before you molested me. It’s not like you’re minty fresh either.”
“You love my musk.”
“Not after four hours on a bus, I don’t.”
“That’s when it’s at its best!” Jared rubbed his own armpit in Jensen’s face.
“Dude, get off me. That’s so gross.” Jensen fought against him, but Jared had him pinned.
“Not until you admit you love it!”
“Oh, God, okay. You win!”
“I sure do,” Jared said, pulling off of Jensen and dropping kisses along his hipbones, trailing a path to his zipper. He flicked the button open just as a tapping sound come from the door and a loud whispered “Jared.”
“Fuck,” Jared said into Jensen’s skin and sucking hard. “I forgot about Chad.”
“Can you get rid of him quickly?” Jensen asked, propping himself up on his elbows and feeling debauched as all sin.
“Can you get rid of this quickly?” Jared asked, nodding down to the bulge at his crotch.
“Just take your jeans off and grab a towel. Say you’re about to hit the shower.”
“You’re so smart.” Jared dropped his jeans and ran to the bathroom “Coming, hang on a sec.”
“Chad Michael Murray, what did we tell you?” Jensen could hear Mrs Hassett’s scolding tone through the door and saw Jared pause, probably hoping his boner would go down while they were having this conversation.
“Come on, Mrs Hassett, you’re busting my balls here.”
“You’ve been assigned to a room and you will stay in that room.”
“But it’s so boring. At least if I was sharing with Jared-“
“You’d be at some seedy club in town right now?”
“I’d at least have someone to talk to. Gary’s head’s stuck in a book. What am I supposed to do?”
“Tweet about how unfair your social studies teacher is? Better yet, get in your pajamas, go to bed, close your eyes and count backwards from 100.”
Jared chose that moment to open the door a fraction, just enough to stick one side of his body into the hallway.
“Chad, keep it down. Jensen’s asleep.”
“Come on, dude, since when do you care?”
“I’m tired, man. I’ve been up since six. I just want to grab a shower and pass out.”
“Seriously?” Jensen could almost see Chad pouting through the door.
“You heard him, Chad. Go back to your room before I have to call your mother,” Mrs Hassett said.
“I’ll meet you for breakfast. It’s just one night,” Jared urged.
“Oh, whatever,” was Chad’s response.
Jared locked the door as the sound of their footsteps and Chad’s grumbling ebbed away. Jensen sat up on the bed, his jeans unbuttoned and zipper pulled down.
“So, where were we?” Jared asked, whipping the towel from his waist and pulling down his shorts.
“There seems about right,” Jensen said, lifting his hips to tug his jeans and boxer briefs off at once. He sat, unmoving, taking the opportunity to ogle Jared in his naked form, catching Jared doing the same to him.
“God, you’re hot,” Jared growled, moving back to the bed and straddling Jensen’s thighs.
“You don’t want to shower first?”
“I don’t want to wait,” Jared said, leaning over and biting at Jensen’s neck. “Unless you want to.”
“I can put up with your stench,” he grinned. “Hey, careful. No hickeys.”
“You’re no fun,” Jared said, pulling off of his neck and moving to drop kisses along his collarbone.
“On the contrary,” Jensen replied and angled his hand between them to grab at Jared’s dick.
“Oh, God,” he spat out, humping into his hand. “Stop it, Jensen, otherwise I’m going to shoot everywhere before you’re even inside me.”
“Holy fuck,” Jensen exclaimed at the mental image of being inside Jared. “I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“Neither can I,” Jared agreed, sliding off of Jensen and reaching for his bag. Jensen enjoyed the view of Jared’s upturned ass until Jared held up the lube and condom victoriously. “Where do you want me?”
“On your back.”
For all the bravado, Jensen could see signs of nervousness in Jared. His movements were slower and his hands were shaking slightly as he handed Jensen the lube and condom. Truth be told, Jensen was nervous himself, petrified almost. He wanted this more than air, but Jared was trusting him here, and he wanted to be good and not hurt him.
“What are you waiting for? The apocalypse?” Jared asked, getting impatient.
“Do you want your dick sucked or not?”
“Yes, please.”
Jensen ducked his head and took Jared’s cock into his mouth, looking up through his lashes to see Jared’s head fall back into the pillow as he gasped out “fuck, Jensen.”
Nothing made Jensen feel more exhilarated than having this effect on Jared, reducing him to a mess of limbs and sounds and heavy breathing. He worked Jared’s cock with his hand as he licked up and down the shaft and sucked the tip, just like Jensen knew he liked.
It wasn’t long before Jared was moaning and writhing and tapping Jensen on his shoulder. Jensen pulled off and looked at him, face and chest flushed red and sweat gathering at his hairline.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I was going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Jensen asked, trailing his fingers down Jared’s stomach.
He shook his head. “Not yet. Want you in me when I come.”
Jensen closed his eyes at that, willing his cock not to shoot at the image that brought. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah. Come on, get me ready like you did the other week. Been wanting to feel you like that ever since.”
Jensen took deep breaths as he drizzled lube on his fingers, leaning over Jared to capture his lips in a kiss as his middle finger reached down and drew circles before pushing in.
Jared groaned into Jensen’s mouth as he took his time getting him ready. He tried to ignore his own hard dick so he could concentrate on feeling Jared and what he needed.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Jared said after a few minutes.
“Okay,” Jensen said, nerves and excitement warring with each other as he reached to grab the condom, sliding it on and slicking himself up.
Jared had flipped himself over so that he was on all fours, and as Jensen was lining himself up he asked one more time, “You sure you want to do this?”
“So sure. Do it,” he urged, looking behind his shoulder at Jensen, reaching down with one hand to jack himself lightly as Jensen pushed in.
God, it felt like heaven and dying and tight and hot and Jensen was only part of the way in. He gave Jared a moment to adjust and concentrated on breathing in and out.
“Move. Come on, move,” Jared said after a few moments, and Jensen let his body act on instinct, sinking deeper until he was all the way in.
“Fuck, wish I could see your face,” Jensen said, leaning down to drop a kiss on Jared’s shoulder.
“Next time, just move.”
As Jensen thrust in and out of Jared, he felt emotion rise up in him that was more than just his impending orgasm. He felt incredible and so connected to Jared right then. He wanted to babble incoherent words at him. Tell Jared how awesome he was, how much this meant to him. He wanted to tell Jared that he loved him, but he didn’t want to cheapen it by saying it for the first time during sex. He’d be damned if he didn’t feel it all the same, though.
“More, come on,” Jared said as Jensen went harder. Jared’s moans started to mirror his own, started to sound less like pain and more like pleasure. Jared reached down to stroke himself and the change in angle had Jensen going a little deeper, hitting Jared’s prostate by accident, but now that Jensen had found it he kept it up.
When Jared stiffened and shouted into the pillow, Jensen pumped his hips a few more times until he found his own release. He felt amazing and tired, wanting to pull out yet stay inside forever. Eventually Jared reached behind him and batted at Jensen’s hands resting on his hips.
“Sorry,” Jensen said, rolling off and disposing the condom.
“S’okay, just getting heavy,” Jared said, rolling onto his back. “You’re amazing.”
“Was going to say that to you.”
Jared smiled and kissed him lightly. “Want to grab a quick shower?”
“You’ve got all the ideas. I thought I was supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Come on, I’m all sticky.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Jensen rubbed circles into Jared’s chest as they lay in the other bed together, Jared on his back and Jensen curled around him on his side. Jensen was always wired after sex. Jared was always uncharacteristically quiet.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asked, dropping a kiss against his shoulder.
He felt Jared take a deep breath. “Yeah. That was just, huge, you know?”
“Well, I don’t like to brag,” Jensen smirked.
Jared gave a small chuckle but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You know what I mean. I don’t want to sound like a girl, but it meant something.”
Jensen paused and thought about it before replying. “I know. It did.”
“I wasn’t expecting it to feel that strong.”
“Me neither,” Jensen replied honestly.
Jared took a deep breath. “I’m tired of not being your boyfriend.”
Jensen’s brow furrowed. “You are my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but to who? I want to hold your hand, kiss you good morning, sit next to you on the bus so you can fall asleep on my shoulder.”
Jensen wanted all that too, but their situation wasn’t easy.
“Jared, your friends hate me.”
“They don’t hate you. They don’t even know you.”
“Neither did you six months ago, but you still didn’t like me. And my friends aren’t your biggest fans either.”
“Maybe if they knew about us, they’d realize I’m not the total asshole they all think I am. I’m not, right?”
“You’re totally not. I learned that when we started working together, and I know the guys would come around eventually, but I’d rather tell them when the school year’s finished and I don’t have to see them every day. I’m stressed out enough right now with college and stuff without adding that to the mix. How do you think you’d go around Chad and Jake every day after they find out?”
Jared was quiet for a beat. “Okay, you make sense. Could we at least start being nicer to each other at work?”
Jensen smiled. “We could do that.”
“Say we’ve reached an understanding or some shit if anyone questions it.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I just want to be your boyfriend.”
Jensen grabbed the hand resting against Jared’s side and threaded his fingers through his, kissing his knuckles.
“You should come to my birthday dinner next week,” he said quietly.
“What? Really?” The surprise in Jared’s voice was evident.
Jensen cleared his throat. “It’s just going to be dinner at my house with my parents and Mackenzie, but you should come. Mom’s making enchiladas.”
“Your parents won’t find it weird?”
“I think Mom knows something’s going on between us anyway. She’s been subtly trying to get me to tell her for weeks now.”
“How can she tell? We’ve been so careful.”
“Seeing as this time last year I was calling you a giant douche and now we’re spending time with each other, not too hard to figure out.”
“I guess.” Jared paused. “It would be really nice. Dinner with your family. I’d love to come.”
Jensen tucked his face into Jared’s chest, trying to hide his wide smile.
“I love you,” he said quietly, barely a whisper.
He felt Jared take a deep breath and then nudge at him until Jensen was looking up at him. “I love you, too.”
Their lips met in a soft kiss, no tongue, just lips moving against each other, and they continued to do that until sleep took them.
***
“Stop it,” Jensen whined, burying his face in his pillow to try and evade the fingertips touching his face.
“Come on, Jensen, you have to get up.”
“Times’it?” he asked.
“Nearly 7:45.”
“What time’s breakfast?”
“Only another half hour.”
“Ten more minutes,” Jensen declared and willed his body to go back to sleep that second.
“I’ve been up for ages, and I’ll have to go meet Chad in twenty. Come on, Jensen. Entertain me.”
“Go away.”
“I’ve got coffee?” Jared said, and Jensen opened his eyes at that.
“What sort?”
“Extra hot latte with one sugar from the Starbucks across the road.”
Jensen forced himself to sit up and reached his hands out for the proffered cup.
“You really are a grump in the mornings, aren’t you? I mean, your Mom pretty much told me not to even think of waking you without the smell of coffee wafting-“
“My Mom told you what I’m like in the mornings? When?”
“That day I came to pick you up at eight for work. Told me that if I wanted you to actually move your lazy ass that I should buy you a coffee on the way and tell you that it’s in the car getting cold.”
“I love my Mom,” he said as he took a sip of the hot coffee.
“Uh, how about the guy that risked life and limb crossing a busy street and dodging early morning business people needing their caffeine fix?”
“Yeah, you’re alright,” Jensen grinned.
“Yeah, I love you too,” Jared said flippantly, but Jensen could see the edges of his smile curving brighter than normal. “Also, I got the biggest grin from Mr Collins when he caught me bringing both coffees into the room.”
“Think he knows?”
“Nah. But he might think that we’re friends enough for me to get you a coffee. Now, can I go have a shower without you falling back to sleep?”
“Probably not.”
“Then you’re coming in with me.” Jared yanked the covers from Jensen’s body, and Jensen yelped in protest. “Come on, I’ve got to meet Chad soon, and it will be much easier surviving today after a hand job.”
PART TWO