The Word of Us (Part Two)
Title: The Word of Us - Part Two
Author: Surevesta
Artist: Spn_2008
Genre: CW RPS
Pairing: J2 + many other common RPS pairings
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 6973
Warnings: “Homophobia”, AU Religious elements
Summary: When Jared headed off to college he thought he was going to get an education and eventually mate with a nice girl his Mama would be proud to call her daughter. He never expected to lock eyes with Jensen Ackles and have his whole world turned upside down.
After spending a week with his family, mourning the passing of his grandparents, the last thing Jensen expected was to come home to his roommate in the throes of a mating fever. Taking the high road, he moved out. Unable to find an apartment at such short notice he found himself moving back into the dorms and rooming with a freshman named Jared.
Previous Part | Master Post | Art Post
Part Two
“It’s horrible, living a lie. I’m not an actress and I grew up
believing that it was better to tell the truth and face the consequences
then to let it eat away at you. A lot of people think that I-we-are
lying now. We’re not. Believe me, if this wasn’t true we wouldn’t be
speaking with you now. We’re not in it for fame, Renée and I just want to
make life easier for others like us who don’t feel they can speak the truth.”
Lucy Lawless, 1996
Interview with the New York Times
If anyone had asked Jared what the last thing he’d expect to happen to him at college was prior to this moment, he’d probably have said something like ‘getting a female roommate’ or ‘being invited to a party during his first week at school’. Making out with his very male roommate and feeling like it was the best thing in the world ever and the only thing that mattered? Not even on his radar.
The moment he’d laid eyes on Jensen, however, any coherent thought he might have had left the building. He could barely control himself long enough to point out that the door was open. Once it was closed all bets were off, which was how he found himself pressed up against Jensen, not an inch of space between them, their mouths touching and tongues sloppily exploring each other’s mouths.
He was hard, achingly so, and he could feel Jensen’s hardness pressed against his thigh. Slipping his hands down from where they’d wrapped around Jensen’s arms, he dug his fingers into the skin of Jensen’s hips, just above his jeans, and began walking them backwards, following his instincts.
They broke apart for a second when they reached the bed, Jared’s bed. They were panting slightly, a bit out of breath due to inexperience and arousal.
Jensen leaned back a bit, his hands still clenched in Jared’s shirt. “Should we, maybe, contact someone?”
“Do you think we should?” Jared asked, pulling back a bit and frowning. His fingers paused halfway up Jensen’s sides, pressing into his ribs.
“Don’t think we can.” Jensen shook his head as his hands finally unclenched, slipping down Jared’s chest and over his stomach till they teased beneath the hem of his shirt. “Do you want-”
“Yes.” Jared breathed as he helped Jensen remove his shirt and then Jensen’s. At least one of the buttons on Jensen’s over-shirt popped off, but neither of them could find it within themselves to care. When the shirts were gone, they paused, taking in the sight of each other.
Biting his lip, Jared settled his hands on Jensen’s hips again before skirting his fingers up his sides. Jensen’s skin was pale but healthy, his shoulders dotted with light freckles that teased down his upper arms and disappeared down his chest, practically blending in with his skin color. He wanted to map each and every one of them with his eyes, hands, and tongue. For some reason that thought didn’t bother him one bit.
Somehow, he wasn’t exactly sure how, they ended up on the bed, slotted together, Jensen mostly on top of him with a leg between his, thigh pressed tight against him. They were still wearing jeans, and it was slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it was the best thing he’d ever felt. Jensen shifted then, pressing even tighter against him and whined low in his throat, breaking the kiss.
Dipping his head, Jared pushed at Jensen’s neck, nuzzling it, till the other man tilted his head to give him better access to the long column of skin. He could feel Jensen’s cock through the fabric of their jeans, hard against his hip and slid one hand down to cup Jensen’s buttocks, pressing them tighter together as he bucked up.
Even without skin-to-skin contact, it was more intense than anything Jared had experienced before. Not that he had much experience when it came to sex of any kind. The most he’d done was masturbate and watch a couple of porn videos on his best friend from high school, Chad’s, computer. This was ten times better than just his hand, even though there were four layers of clothing still between them.
The moment was over before he knew it, a moan curling out of his throat at the same time as Jensen, and they were both coming in their pants, relaxing against each other in the aftermath. Jared’s head flopped back against his pillow as Jensen’s nose pressed into the curve of his neck, harsh breaths panting warm against his skin.
“Fuck.” The word was barely intelligible, but it was whispered close enough to his ear that he could make it out. A hand clenched around his bicep, and a moment later Jensen lifted himself up a few inches. Their eyes met again as Jared tilted his chin to meet Jensen’s gaze. “What just . . .” Jensen’s eyes trailed down their bodies, stilling on the wet patch that was becoming visible on the front of Jared’s jeans. There was a matching one blooming on Jensen’s. “God. I can’t-” He cut himself off, drawing Jared’s attention to the freckles scattered across Jensen’s cheeks and nose.
It was a second before Jared found his voice, and he couldn’t help but agree with Jensen’s stammered thoughts. Nodding, he averted his eyes down to where Jensen’s fingers were clenching tightly around his arm. “Yeah. Did we . . . are we? I didn’t know it was possible.”
“Neither did I?” Jensen’s brow furrowed but his eyes opened again and Jared met his gaze. “How do we know, for sure? I mean . . . it’s not like I’ve ever-”
“Obviously.” Jared laughed a little, sitting up as Jensen pulled away and sat at the edge of the bed. “There are tests they do, I think. Can do. Just to be sure.” Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. “This is crazy.”
“Crazy impossible,” Jensen countered with a snort, running a hand over his face and through his hair before turning to face Jared again. The movement caused Jared to tear his eyes away from examining the freckles scattered across Jensen’s upper back. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. If we’re wrong what would people say and if we’re right . . . ?” He trailed off and Jared nodded, remembering the last, and only, time he’d ever heard of someone claiming they were part of a same-sex pair.
In the 1990s, two women, both in their mid-to-late twenties, had come forward to the press, supposedly upset about how they were being unjustly treated for not having mates. Only, in addition to their claims of persecution, they claimed that they had mated . . . to each other. It had started a firestorm of debates and they’d undergone a few tests, but before the most important scans and medical examinations could be done-and less than two weeks after coming forward-both women had been shot, assassinated by a man who claimed God had told him to “free the world of the blasphemers”. While some psychological testing had been done that had initially seemed to back up the women’s claims, they were deemed inconclusive due to the fact that many officials claimed they could be faked with enough practice.
He caught Jensen’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers together without a thought. “We can keep it to ourselves, at least until we figure this out.” His eyes darted to the door. “We should probably change and get some supplies before the window closes.”
Jensen nodded and leaned forward to press their lips together. “One of us should run to a store and grab food and . . . supplies. Both of us going is probably a bad idea.” There was a light pink tinge highlighting his cheeks and it caused Jared to smile.
Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together for a quick, chaste kiss. “Right,” he agreed, moving to the edge of the bed and standing. He winced at the feeling of drying come in his boxers. “After a quick trip to the bathroom to change and clean up, I’ll drive to the store. You want to figure out things in here?” He glanced around the room. There were still boxes and such all over Jensen’s side. Plus there was the whole issue of trying to fit both of them on a dorm room bed, even if it was an extra-long twin; while it was not impossible, it certainly didn’t seem like it would be all that comfortable.
Jensen followed his gaze. “Maybe I can rearrange things . . . push the beds together?” He glanced towards the door and then met Jared’s eyes. “It might raise some awkward questions though.”
“We can fix it once the fever is gone.” Jared grabbed a towel and a change of clothes from his closet. Already he could feel something curling in the bottom of his gut and the back of his mind. “I’ll try to hurry.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Jensen nodded, shifting from foot to foot, eyes taking in every little movement Jared made as he headed towards the door. “Hurrying is a very good idea.”
Mating: FAQs - Discussion Board > Questions > Beyond the Obvious
User: JJPA - Subject: Same-Sex mates?
Hello, I’m doing a research paper on mating for one of my biology
courses this year. I wanted to include a section on why there are only
male x female pairs, but I have yet to find any real data regarding
why same-sex mating doesn’t occur. Even the information I found
discussing the biological reasons for mating between male and females
is limited and theoretical at best.
I was hoping that someone might be able to point me towards some
better resources? I‘ve listed the main books I’ve consulted so far
below.
Thanks,
JJPA
I have also done extensive searches through The Science of
Mating’s online archives. It’s possible I may have missed
something there though.
Jensen stared at the screen, fingers tapping against his desk as he refreshed it a couple of times. It had been less than two days days since he'd met Jared, two days of being wrapped entirely in the other man, learning and exploring. The second day they’d spent an hour scouring the internet for information while they ate, trying to make sure they weren’t somehow confused. Everything they read seemed to point towards the same, immutable fact: they had mated.
A hand settled on his shoulder, and he glanced up and up until he met his mate’s eyes.
“A watched pot never boils.” Jared grinned at him, squeezing gently. He hunched over to peer at the screen, his chin brushing against Jensen’s hair. “Did you actually read all those?”
Jensen shrugged, tilting his head back till he could press a kiss to Jared’s jawline. His lips brushed over the scraggly beginnings of a beard, and he realized they should probably go shave and shower again at some point. He probably had just as much stubble, if not more, and it always bothered him; it itched if he waited too long to shave. Plus, he wasn’t sure if it would be all that comfortable as they continued their exploration. “I actually did a for Biology 110, The Biology and Psychology of Mating last year.”
“You took a class on mating, and you can’t answer some of those questions?” Jared quirked an eyebrow at him as Jensen shrugged.
“It pretty much stated theories as if they were fact, and the teacher spent most of the time discussing everything that happened after you mated. We spent all of half a class discussing how and why it happens. Even then most of the reasons seemed to involve assumptions based on sex and religion.”
“It’s kind of logical, though, when you think about it.” Jared stepped back, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. While Jared was gone procuring supplies-which Jared said had been extremely awkward, and he hadn’t quite known what to get, since they were both guys and all, not for sex anyway-Jensen had rearranged the beds so that they were pressed together. It had made things so much easier, both in general for sleeping and for other activities.
“Of course it is.” Jensen refreshed the page again, sighed, and turned to face Jared, sliding the feet of his chair across the tile a few inches. “But it doesn’t explain us. I just can’t explain what I . . . feel . . . as anything other than-”
“Being mated.” Jared finished his sentence. He leaned forward and snagged Jensen’s arm, pulling it away from the mouse, sliding his fingers down his forearm till he could tangle their fingers together. “It goes against everything I grew up believing. Everything I was taught, too, you know, but I agree. It-mating-is the only thing that makes sense.”
Jensen let himself be pulled forward and out of the chair. He could feel Jared’s want vibrating through him and, if that didn’t seal the deal on them being mates, Jensen didn’t know what would. Mating was something that had been described to him over and over, but no one had been able to truly explain what it felt like. It was one of those things that, until you experienced it, you just couldn’t know. Even in what had to be the beginning stages of their bond, he could feel Jared, his essence twining with his own. It was indescribable. They weren’t really sharing thoughts, at least Jensen didn’t think so, but he just knew things about how Jared was feeling and Jared knew how Jensen was feeling, too.
He felt his cheeks flush slightly as he straddled Jared’s lap, feeling only slightly uncomfortable-mentally not physically-for being in that position. Years of knowing this wasn’t how men interacted with one another were hard to erase completely, even with the fact of their bond coursing between them.
Leaning forward he wrapped his free hand around the base of Jared’s skull, sliding his fingers through the other man’s thick hair as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against him. Mental blocks aside, in the span of less than days Jensen had gone from feeling awkward and slightly out of place to feeling as if everything was right in the world. All thanks to a man entering his life in the most extraordinary, yet ordinary, way possible. Out of all the mating scenarios he’d pictured over the years, none had felt as right as this-far from it.
Their noses brushed gently and he tilted his head so he could press a kiss against the thin skin beneath Jared’s right eye before pressing another below his left. He pulled back after that and ducked down to brush his lips against Jared’s, barely a touch and a slide of puffy, bruised skin against each other, before he sat back.
The tinges of arousal had grown, blossoming between them, and Jensen wasn’t sure how much of it was his own, and how much was Jared’s. He felt Jared’s hands slide from bracketing his hips, up his sides, to press against the skin of his back. They weren’t naked, not quite anyway. After their last bout of making out and heavy petting-Jared had even tried to give Jensen a blow job, but Jensen had come after just a few long moments-they’d actually managed to get dressed, or at least pull on some boxers in Jensen’s case and sweat pants in Jared’s.
The thin material between them did nothing to hide either man’s arousal. Jensen fell forward, his lips crashing against Jared’s as Jared tightened his grip. Their cocks brushed against each other through the fabrics, eliciting strange noises that Jensen hoped weren’t coming from his mouth.
He rocked forward, hands brushing over the planes of Jared’s chest, skimming over the slightly puffy nipples he had paid extra attention to just hours before and a few light bruises. Jensen pressed forward, until Jared fell back, lying against the mussed blue and white comforter that originally had only been on Jared’s bed. His was already tossed into the corner of the room, along with the clothes from days prior, too messed up from earlier activities. Neither had been made to cover two twin beds pushed together, but they worked well enough. Jensen had done his best to make it so the beds fit nicely-although he’d had to remove the buckets from beneath Jared’s-and he’d stacked the blankets in a way to try and prevent the crack between the mattresses from being bothersome. They really needed to do laundry soon, though, as they weren’t exactly being picky at the moment when it came to cleaning up.
Jensen pressed a kiss to Jared’s mouth, tongue darting out to tease open his mate’s lips, running it over teeth and sliding it against Jared’s before pulling back. Saliva trailed between them, breaking once he’d pulled a few inches away and landing against Jared’s cheek. Not really thinking about it, Jensen lifted a hand and brushed it away, pressing a kiss to Jared’s cheek before trailing a line of kisses down to his neck.
Jared turned his head, tilting it just enough to brush a kiss against Jensen’s temple, the stubble on his chin scraping against his cheekbone, causing Jensen to dip his head away, further down Jared’s neck. He spent several long minutes laving the area with kisses and nipping gently, trying to do his best to avoid leaving a mark where it would be visible over the collar of Jared’s shirt before sliding further down Jared’s chest.
A hiss escaped Jared’s lips as Jensen’s thigh dragged over Jared’s dick, pressing awkwardly against it. “Hey, wait a sec, Jensen.”
Pushing back, Jensen rolled off Jared to kneel on the bed next to him. “You all right?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded, reaching out a hand to cup Jensen’s head. He scooted back up the bed, sitting up enough to lean forward and capture Jensen’s lips again. “Yep, just needed to adjust . . . the end of the bed isn’t all that comfortable a place to make out. Especially when we have more room to work with.”
Jensen chuckled lightly, leaning into Jared’s palm, brushing his cheek back and forth against it. “We need to shave.”
“I don’t want to leave this bed.” Jared pulled him forward, grabbing Jensen’s shoulder with his free hand. “Not yet anyway.”
“We also need to do laundry.” Jensen landed against him, one hand splaying out next to his head while the other rested on Jared’s bare chest.
Jared surveyed the bed, teeth chewing lightly on his bottom lip before quirking a grin at Jensen again. “Nah, I think we’ve got a few clean spots left to dirty up first.”
“We better get on that then.” He smiled, ducking his head to plant a kiss on top of one of Jared’s nipples. While earlier explorations had deduced that it wasn’t exactly paradise-on-Earth, Jared did like Jensen’s mouth there. They were still sore though from previous activities and Jared hissed when Jensen pulled the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around it.
Jared’s hands were caressing over his arms and shoulders as Jensen explored his chest, eventually leaving one nipple behind for the other. This time he gently nipped at it, causing Jared to pull him up roughly, framing Jensen’s face with both hands as he pulled him in for a deep kiss.
The air was practically crackling between them, arousal coursing through their veins and feeding into each other. Their hands grappled for purchase, caressing and gripping a bit too roughly at times. Jensen’s fingernails, short as they were, scratched at Jared’s back as the younger man used his slight height advantage to roll them over-not that Jensen was complaining. They ended up on the other mattress and Jensen silently prayed his thanks that he’d pushed the beds together.
“How are we going to do this?” Jared’s breath was hot against the skin of his cheek.
“I dunno,” He answered, pressing their lips together again. His hands roved over Jared’s back, sliding across skin that was already covered, yet again, with a slight sheen of sweat. “I know just as much about sex between two guys as you do. It’s not like someone published a ‘How To’ manual-”
“Shit.” Jared pulled back, shooting off the bed and towards the bookcase. Jensen had shoved it into the corner of the room where Jared’s bed had been along with some of the boxes and storage containers. “Broken Connection,” He called over his shoulder as he fumbled through the books lining the shelves.
Jensen moved to sit at the edge of the bed, brow furrowing as he watched his mate grab a graphic novel off the shelf. Jared’s sweat pants were riding extremely low on his hips and, when he turned around; Jensen could see a damp spot of pre-come on the front and there was an obvious tent to the fabric.
“What?” He blinked, tearing his gaze away from Jared’s obvious arousal.
Jared strode back to the bed, a wide smile splitting his cheeks and causing his dimples to appear. Jensen loved those dimples and he’d expressed his love for them just a few hours ago. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on something that didn’t expressly involve sex or Jared’s body. Needless to say, with Jared flopping back onto the bed next to him, it wasn’t working very well.
“I heard this book has some pretty graphic depictions of things like mates who’ve been split and same-sex mates. Might be our best shot?” Jared tilted the cover so Jensen could see it.
Jensen’s fingers curled in the soft fabric of Jared’s comforter, and he bit his cheek to keep from laughing. “You’re going to get sex advice from a graphic novel?”
To be honest he didn’t know anything about it, other than the continued ‘exploring’ they’d been doing for nearly two days. That didn’t seem to be quite enough-whether due to time or level of sexual activity Jensen had no idea-as their bond was still growing and didn’t seem to have snapped fully into place yet. Not that having sex right away fully consummated a bond according to what he’d read, but supposedly once you did the mating fever began to gradually calm. As of yet they showed no sign of calming, besides the short interludes following orgasm, and if anything their desire was getting worse. They couldn’t afford to still be like this come next week-not only could they not use mating as an excuse for not going to class, but someone would eventually come looking for them beyond their RA or Jason (both of whom had either knocked on the door or called).
Jared stilled suddenly, something that Jensen had rarely seen since the moment they initially met. If anything Jared was in constant motion, energetic and very tactile.
“Did you find something?” Jensen scooted closer, slotting himself against Jared’s back so he could look over his shoulder at the drawings in the book.
“You could say that.” Jared tilted his head so their cheeks brushed. His skin itched where they touched, and his stubble was a little scratchy, but Jensen ignored it.
The pictures in the book weren’t like anything Jensen had ever seen before, at least the topic wasn’t. He’d certainly seen similar pictures in the past-he even read a few of his former roommates novels and manga out of boredom and an attempt to find some common ground-but nothing of this nature. The page Jared held the book open to showed an image of two men engaged in a very sexual act wherein one had his dick up the other’s ass.
Jensen pulled back, eyes widening slightly. “Where did you get that?”
“The adult section of the graphic novels at Barnes and Noble.” Jared shifted, turning towards Jensen, one foot remaining on the ground while the other bent at the knee. His pants were tented even more than they had been, his arousal very evident, and he used one hand to adjust his pants.
“They had this at Barnes and Noble?” Jensen glanced down at the book skeptically. “You buy graphic novel porn? And stuff that the Church has conniptions over at that?”
“Well, no. Not usually anyway. It's probably only available because it’s a big city and very open minded. Lots of college kids and all,” Jared shrugged, grinning sheepishly. He reached a hand out and rested it on Jensen’s thigh, just above his knee. “I usually buy things for the plot. This book just intrigued me. I’ve only ever bought two graphic novels remotely like this, and I had to be really, really careful . . . my Mama is really strict and basically obsessive when it comes to checking for anything that goes against the Church.” He paused then, and Jensen snagged his hand, wrapping his fingers around Jared’s and squeezing gently. Chuckling, Jared continued, “That was actually one of the reasons why I got it.”
Jensen smiled at him, watching the play of emotions over his features and feeling the inklings of them within his very being. He understood completely what was going through Jared’s mind. This wasn’t the first time over the past couple days that he’d thought about how his own parents, Jared’s parents, their friends . . . about how everyone would react when they found out. If they found out.
The picture Jared had painted of his family was similar to his own. They both had two siblings, ironically an older brother and a younger sister, and mothers who were pretty involved in their local church and the community. A good portion of their lives revolved around the idea of their children mating and continuing the family line. The only difference Jensen could really see was that Jared’s parents were a bit more involved-or trying to be-in the whole process, at least right now.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jensen told Jared, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into his body. The book fell to the side, bounced and slid slightly along the comforter before falling to the floor. The statement blanketed a dozen others, assuring and comforting, even in the uncertain future that was spanning out in front of them.
“Right,” Jared murmured, hands sliding up Jensen’s back as he buried his face in Jensen’s neck. A few seconds passed where they were just enjoying the feel of each other, their breath fanning out over skin and hands brushing gentle caresses. A nip to Jensen’s neck startled him slightly and he pulled back to meet Jared’s eyes.
There was a bit of mischief, and a whole lot of arousal hidden within the hazel orbs. Jared grinned at him, hands trailing across Jensen’s ribs, before they pushed at his chest, pressing him back into the blankets. Hovering over him, Jared spoke, his words wavering a bit, tentative for all that he was being rather forward, “So, want to see if the book gives some accurate depictions?”
“Fuck yes.” Jensen shifted, bucking up a little as Jared settled a hand over his cock, squeezing gently through the fabric of his boxers. He blinked a second later, sitting up an inch or two, using his elbows for support. “Wait. Who’s going to, umm,” he paused, trying to figure out how to put it as a flush warmed his face, “fuck who?”
“I was thinking we’d take turns?” Jared’s fingers slid up and hooked around the waist of Jensen’s boxers before tugging them down.
Jensen gasped as the material dragged over his erection, automatically lifting his hips to help Jared slip them down his thighs. As soon as they were below his knees, he kicked them off, sending them across the room and onto the floor somewhere. Next to him, Jared was removing his sweat pants, baring himself completely.
If anyone had asked Jensen whether or not he’d be sexually attracted to another male prior to two days ago, the answer would have been a resounding ‘No’. Although no one would have asked and he’d never had cause to think about it before now. It had just never been an option in his mind.
Now though? Now it was obvious that this was what he’d wanted, needed, and the idea of anything else-anyone else actually, female or male-was just unappealing. Jensen guessed that feeling must have something to do with the mating process. It had to.
“Who’s first?” Jensen asked, voice muffled slightly as he pulled Jared to him again.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been naked together, hell they’d slept together naked last night, but the tone had changed slightly. There was a nervous edge to the wanting that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown. The step they were about to take was brand new in several ways-the most notable of which being the fact that it wasn’t something they had learned about in school.
During middle school they’d both taken the mandatory Health and Mating education course. It taught the basics of sex and the mating process, although it hadn’t gotten too graphic in the details. The very thought of the class made Jensen cringe, mostly due to how the topic had been handled by the teacher. Porn, which always focused on a male and a female pseudo-pairing, had been much more insightful in the long run.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Jared replied, pulling back from the kiss. “What do you want to do?”
Jensen’s brow furrowed and he stroked a hand down Jared’s back, stopping at the base of his spine. There was only two real ways this could go down and he wasn’t exactly sure which he preferred. On one hand he could do his best to make Jared feel good, and perhaps fail miserably, while on the other hand he could bite the bullet and be the one they tried out this position with in case it turned out to be a bad idea. Either way it was going to involve a lot of awkward fumbling.
Swallowing, he leaned up and kissed Jared, brushing their lips together before leaning back. “You do me.”
“Jensen-” Jared started, obviously feeling Jensen’s apprehension.
Jensen cut him off with a kiss again, shaking his head. “I want it. One of us has to go first. All this means is that later . . . or tomorrow . . . your ass is mine.” His hands slid down and slapped Jared’s ass lightly, the sound echoing slightly in the room. It made them both chuckle till Jared leaned down and swallowed Jensen’s laugh, kissing him deeply.
”Sexual acts shall only occur between mates. Any sexual acts prior to
or while mated with other individuals will reflect on all parties
Involved, including one’s true mate, come judgment.”
The Word - Levinius sec 2 line 4
Jared was really glad he’d thought to get lubricant and lots of it. If he hadn’t they’d probably have needed to resort to using something like lotion or shampoo and, while those might suffice for the occasional masturbation session, he didn’t think Jensen would have appreciated either going up his ass.
To say that the whole experience of having anal sex-yes Jensen looked it up later and figured out the correct terminology of everything, at least in reference to male x female anal sex, but still-was awkward would be an extreme understatement.
They’d made out for a long while after Jared snagged a tube of lubricant from on top of one of Jensen’s suitcases. He wasn't sure how it’d ended up there, considering it was across the room from the bed, but he didn’t really want to think too hard about it either.
After a bit of fumbling around, Jensen had decided to kneel on the bed, forearms resting against the comforter, much like the depiction of the character he was semi-emulating in the novel so Jared could enter him from behind. Jared had hesitated at the decision. He really wanted to be able to see Jensen and to kiss him as they moved together, but in the end they decided that position was probably the best course of action since they didn’t really have another point of reference to go from.
What looked easy on the pages of the book hadn’t actually turned out to be that way. After slicking himself up, Jared positioned himself behind Jensen, hands smoothing down his back before resting on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. He gazed skeptically at the tight ring of muscle hidden there.
“Jensen,” Jared hesitated, running one hand back up to rest against the small of Jensen’s back. “I’m not sure if-”
“Just try?” Jensen gazed back over his shoulder at him, cheeks flushed bright red and Jared knew it was mostly from embarrassment, not arousal.
Licking his lips, Jared nodded, fitting his chest against Jensen’s back and reaching between them to position himself. He took a deep breath, dropped a kiss between Jensen’s shoulder blades, and pressed slowly forward.
The move got an immediate response from Jensen in the form of a shout and him jerking away, flipping over beneath Jared and trying to back pedal up the bed towards where their pillows were haphazardly piled. “Fuck, that is just not right.”
Jared leaned back on his heels and bit his lip. He gently wrapped his fingers around his cock before speaking, “It does seem kind of-”
“Impossible?” Jensen’s eyes trailed down Jared’s body to his cock. “You’re bigger than me. I don’t see how you can fit . . . there. It’s like anatomically impossible.”
Brow furrowing, Jared reached out and settled a hand on Jensen’s ankle. “Maybe we’re missing something?” At Jensen’s questioning look he shrugged, “Well what about more lube and maybe we should work up to . . .” he trailed off, motioning to his cock. “So we use lots and lots of lube and, I don’t know-” he cut himself off, leaning forward, hands moving to trail up Jensen’s legs to rest on his knees. Squeezing lightly at the apex, Jared continued, “maybe you just need to be . . . worked open?”
“You sound like a bad porno,” Jensen wrinkled his nose, crossing his arms at the same time his legs stretched out, encouraging Jared’s touches.
“Is there any other kind?”
“Probably not.” Jensen grinned slightly and leaned forward as Jared reached for him. He sighed as their lips met, enjoying the kiss to its fullest. They were slowly getting better at it, but even the worst kiss they’d shared had been simply amazing. Leaning back he sighed, “Fine . . . but I reserve the right-”
“If there is epic failure I will lavish you with blow jobs.” Jared kissed him again before helping him get back into position.
This time, Jared coated his fingers with lube-thankful that he’d gotten a rather large container of the stuff-which had probably just added to his embarrassment at the store, but in the end it worked out. He pressed a kiss to the small of Jensen’s back as he used one hand to spread Jensen’s ass cheeks. Trailing the fingers of his other hand down the crack, he ran two fingers in a circle around the ring of muscle, gently massaging it. “I think you need to relax.”
“You try relaxing when it’s your turn,” Jensen grumbled, dropping forward slightly to rest his head on his arms.
Letting go of Jensen’s ass, Jared ran his hand up Jensen’s back, caressing it. He continued the motions for a moment before positioning his middle finger at Jensen’s opening and pressed it slowly forward.
Jensen hissed slightly, the muscles of his back twitching beneath Jared’s hand, but he didn't jerk away. On the other hand he didn’t really move either, at least not until Jared had worked his finger in past the second knuckle.
“You okay?” Jared asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against a dark freckle on the curve of Jensen’s ass.
“Yeah.” Jensen squirmed slightly then, pressing back and taking in just a bit more of Jared’s finger. He lifted up a bit so he could look over his shoulder. Their eyes met and the sides of Jensen’s mouth quirked up a bit. “It’s just a bit odd is all. Doesn’t really hurt though . . . not yet at least.”
“Good.” He leaned back a bit, his hand trailing around to wrap take hold of Jensen’s cock, sliding up and down as he slowly started to work his finger in and out, miming intercourse. After a minute, he pulled his finger out and added a bit more lube before pressing two back in. It was slow going, and Jensen flinched a little, but after a couple of shallow thrusts and incidental angle adjustments, something happened that changed Jensen’s entire demeanor.
“Oh God!” Jensen cried out, fingers clenching in the comforter as his hips pressed back against Jared’s fingers automatically. In his grip Jensen’s cock twitched, almost fully hard again.
Freezing, Jared realized after just a second's hesitation that it wasn’t a bad ‘Oh God’ but a good one. Raising an eyebrow, he quirked his fingers out and then pressed them forward again, attempting to replicate what he’d just done.
Jensen reacted in much the same way as he had before, but this time he keened low in his throat and tossed a glance over his shoulder at Jared. Their eyes met, and Jared could read everything in them from the pleasure, to the want, to the hurry.
Nodding absently, he quickly worked in a third finger alongside the other two and was surprised at how easily Jensen was able to take them. And every time he hit that spot inside him, it seemed as if Jensen forgot all about the previous discomfort.
It wasn't long before Jared thought Jensen was probably ready to take him. Three fingers wasn’t a cock, but he’d done his best to open Jensen up and hoped it would be enough. Slipping an arm beneath his mate’s chest, Jared pulled him so they were slotted together chest to back. He removed his fingers from Jensen and grasped his cock, adjusting it so that all it would take would be a little pressure to slip inside.
Taking a deep breath, he rested his cheek against Jensen’s back and pressed a kiss against his shoulder blade before pressing forward. Compared to his last attempt, it didn’t take much effort at all for the head of his cock to pop through the ring of muscle that guarded Jensen’s entrance. His mate tensed a little, breathing heavily, so he paused, returning his hand to Jensen’s dick, wrapping his fingers around it and tugging gently.
“You all right?”
“Yeah,” Jensen mumbled, voice rough, and Jared could hear him breathing through his nose. “Just give me a sec, okay?”
He nodded, eyes squeezed shut. If Jensen needed a second he could definitely give him one, even if all of his instincts were telling him he needed to move. But if Jared was honest with himself he needed the moment as well; the tight heat around the head of his cock was much different from anything he’d ever felt before. It was simply amazing and all he wanted was to press forward, so that more of that heat would envelop him. His entire being, mind, body, and soul, were centered in this moment and this act-in Jensen and himself. Everything else but them had been expelled from his mind.
“Okay,” Jensen breathed out, tilting his hips and canting them just a little back towards Jared.
And that was that, just a little bit of pressure and just that much more heat was enough to send Jared’s world spiraling out of control. He came, spilling inside Jensen, arms tightening around Jensen’s chest and hand gripping Jensen’s dick tighter.
“Shit,” Jared cursed into the skin between Jensen’s shoulder blades. “God, I’m so . . .” Pulling out, he winced at the feel of slipping free of Jensen and the fact that he had come before even being fully inside Jensen. "I should,” he motioned towards Jensen’s cock, biting his lip.
Jensen’s head was pressed into his arms and he wasn’t looking at him. His shoulders were shaking but Jared couldn’t feel any negative emotions coming from him. But then they hadn’t been together long and the connection might not be-his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jensen’s chuckling breaking out into the air.
“God.” Jensen rolled over, flopping back on the bed to look at him. His cock was still hard, pressing against his stomach and shiny with pre-come. “We suck.”
Slipping from the bed, Jared snagged a towel, making a face as he cleaned himself off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-”
“Hey,” Jensen interrupted him, his voice void of laughter in an instant. “Hey, from what I’ve heard first times are never perfect. Considering our situation, I think we’re doing pretty well, don’t you?”
“I guess.” Jared turned in Jensen’s arms and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. Jensen leaned into it smiling slightly. He felt Jensen’s arousal then, pressing against his hip. “I seem to remember promising you a blow job?”
Next Part
Author: Surevesta
Artist: Spn_2008
Genre: CW RPS
Pairing: J2 + many other common RPS pairings
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 6973
Warnings: “Homophobia”, AU Religious elements
Summary: When Jared headed off to college he thought he was going to get an education and eventually mate with a nice girl his Mama would be proud to call her daughter. He never expected to lock eyes with Jensen Ackles and have his whole world turned upside down.
After spending a week with his family, mourning the passing of his grandparents, the last thing Jensen expected was to come home to his roommate in the throes of a mating fever. Taking the high road, he moved out. Unable to find an apartment at such short notice he found himself moving back into the dorms and rooming with a freshman named Jared.
Previous Part | Master Post | Art Post
Part Two
“It’s horrible, living a lie. I’m not an actress and I grew up
believing that it was better to tell the truth and face the consequences
then to let it eat away at you. A lot of people think that I-we-are
lying now. We’re not. Believe me, if this wasn’t true we wouldn’t be
speaking with you now. We’re not in it for fame, Renée and I just want to
make life easier for others like us who don’t feel they can speak the truth.”
Lucy Lawless, 1996
Interview with the New York Times
If anyone had asked Jared what the last thing he’d expect to happen to him at college was prior to this moment, he’d probably have said something like ‘getting a female roommate’ or ‘being invited to a party during his first week at school’. Making out with his very male roommate and feeling like it was the best thing in the world ever and the only thing that mattered? Not even on his radar.
The moment he’d laid eyes on Jensen, however, any coherent thought he might have had left the building. He could barely control himself long enough to point out that the door was open. Once it was closed all bets were off, which was how he found himself pressed up against Jensen, not an inch of space between them, their mouths touching and tongues sloppily exploring each other’s mouths.
He was hard, achingly so, and he could feel Jensen’s hardness pressed against his thigh. Slipping his hands down from where they’d wrapped around Jensen’s arms, he dug his fingers into the skin of Jensen’s hips, just above his jeans, and began walking them backwards, following his instincts.
They broke apart for a second when they reached the bed, Jared’s bed. They were panting slightly, a bit out of breath due to inexperience and arousal.
Jensen leaned back a bit, his hands still clenched in Jared’s shirt. “Should we, maybe, contact someone?”
“Do you think we should?” Jared asked, pulling back a bit and frowning. His fingers paused halfway up Jensen’s sides, pressing into his ribs.
“Don’t think we can.” Jensen shook his head as his hands finally unclenched, slipping down Jared’s chest and over his stomach till they teased beneath the hem of his shirt. “Do you want-”
“Yes.” Jared breathed as he helped Jensen remove his shirt and then Jensen’s. At least one of the buttons on Jensen’s over-shirt popped off, but neither of them could find it within themselves to care. When the shirts were gone, they paused, taking in the sight of each other.
Biting his lip, Jared settled his hands on Jensen’s hips again before skirting his fingers up his sides. Jensen’s skin was pale but healthy, his shoulders dotted with light freckles that teased down his upper arms and disappeared down his chest, practically blending in with his skin color. He wanted to map each and every one of them with his eyes, hands, and tongue. For some reason that thought didn’t bother him one bit.
Somehow, he wasn’t exactly sure how, they ended up on the bed, slotted together, Jensen mostly on top of him with a leg between his, thigh pressed tight against him. They were still wearing jeans, and it was slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it was the best thing he’d ever felt. Jensen shifted then, pressing even tighter against him and whined low in his throat, breaking the kiss.
Dipping his head, Jared pushed at Jensen’s neck, nuzzling it, till the other man tilted his head to give him better access to the long column of skin. He could feel Jensen’s cock through the fabric of their jeans, hard against his hip and slid one hand down to cup Jensen’s buttocks, pressing them tighter together as he bucked up.
Even without skin-to-skin contact, it was more intense than anything Jared had experienced before. Not that he had much experience when it came to sex of any kind. The most he’d done was masturbate and watch a couple of porn videos on his best friend from high school, Chad’s, computer. This was ten times better than just his hand, even though there were four layers of clothing still between them.
The moment was over before he knew it, a moan curling out of his throat at the same time as Jensen, and they were both coming in their pants, relaxing against each other in the aftermath. Jared’s head flopped back against his pillow as Jensen’s nose pressed into the curve of his neck, harsh breaths panting warm against his skin.
“Fuck.” The word was barely intelligible, but it was whispered close enough to his ear that he could make it out. A hand clenched around his bicep, and a moment later Jensen lifted himself up a few inches. Their eyes met again as Jared tilted his chin to meet Jensen’s gaze. “What just . . .” Jensen’s eyes trailed down their bodies, stilling on the wet patch that was becoming visible on the front of Jared’s jeans. There was a matching one blooming on Jensen’s. “God. I can’t-” He cut himself off, drawing Jared’s attention to the freckles scattered across Jensen’s cheeks and nose.
It was a second before Jared found his voice, and he couldn’t help but agree with Jensen’s stammered thoughts. Nodding, he averted his eyes down to where Jensen’s fingers were clenching tightly around his arm. “Yeah. Did we . . . are we? I didn’t know it was possible.”
“Neither did I?” Jensen’s brow furrowed but his eyes opened again and Jared met his gaze. “How do we know, for sure? I mean . . . it’s not like I’ve ever-”
“Obviously.” Jared laughed a little, sitting up as Jensen pulled away and sat at the edge of the bed. “There are tests they do, I think. Can do. Just to be sure.” Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. “This is crazy.”
“Crazy impossible,” Jensen countered with a snort, running a hand over his face and through his hair before turning to face Jared again. The movement caused Jared to tear his eyes away from examining the freckles scattered across Jensen’s upper back. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. If we’re wrong what would people say and if we’re right . . . ?” He trailed off and Jared nodded, remembering the last, and only, time he’d ever heard of someone claiming they were part of a same-sex pair.
In the 1990s, two women, both in their mid-to-late twenties, had come forward to the press, supposedly upset about how they were being unjustly treated for not having mates. Only, in addition to their claims of persecution, they claimed that they had mated . . . to each other. It had started a firestorm of debates and they’d undergone a few tests, but before the most important scans and medical examinations could be done-and less than two weeks after coming forward-both women had been shot, assassinated by a man who claimed God had told him to “free the world of the blasphemers”. While some psychological testing had been done that had initially seemed to back up the women’s claims, they were deemed inconclusive due to the fact that many officials claimed they could be faked with enough practice.
He caught Jensen’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers together without a thought. “We can keep it to ourselves, at least until we figure this out.” His eyes darted to the door. “We should probably change and get some supplies before the window closes.”
Jensen nodded and leaned forward to press their lips together. “One of us should run to a store and grab food and . . . supplies. Both of us going is probably a bad idea.” There was a light pink tinge highlighting his cheeks and it caused Jared to smile.
Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together for a quick, chaste kiss. “Right,” he agreed, moving to the edge of the bed and standing. He winced at the feeling of drying come in his boxers. “After a quick trip to the bathroom to change and clean up, I’ll drive to the store. You want to figure out things in here?” He glanced around the room. There were still boxes and such all over Jensen’s side. Plus there was the whole issue of trying to fit both of them on a dorm room bed, even if it was an extra-long twin; while it was not impossible, it certainly didn’t seem like it would be all that comfortable.
Jensen followed his gaze. “Maybe I can rearrange things . . . push the beds together?” He glanced towards the door and then met Jared’s eyes. “It might raise some awkward questions though.”
“We can fix it once the fever is gone.” Jared grabbed a towel and a change of clothes from his closet. Already he could feel something curling in the bottom of his gut and the back of his mind. “I’ll try to hurry.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Jensen nodded, shifting from foot to foot, eyes taking in every little movement Jared made as he headed towards the door. “Hurrying is a very good idea.”
Mating: FAQs - Discussion Board > Questions > Beyond the Obvious
User: JJPA - Subject: Same-Sex mates?
Hello, I’m doing a research paper on mating for one of my biology
courses this year. I wanted to include a section on why there are only
male x female pairs, but I have yet to find any real data regarding
why same-sex mating doesn’t occur. Even the information I found
discussing the biological reasons for mating between male and females
is limited and theoretical at best.
I was hoping that someone might be able to point me towards some
better resources? I‘ve listed the main books I’ve consulted so far
below.
Thanks,
JJPA
- Daniels, Cynthia. Apart But Always Together. New York:
G&I Inc., 1992. - Shields, Mark A. Together Forever: Mating. London: Hope
International Publications, 2002. - Smith, Alice and Job Smith. Mating: Everything You Need to
Know. Chicago: Illuminate Inc., 1980.
I have also done extensive searches through The Science of
Mating’s online archives. It’s possible I may have missed
something there though.
Jensen stared at the screen, fingers tapping against his desk as he refreshed it a couple of times. It had been less than two days days since he'd met Jared, two days of being wrapped entirely in the other man, learning and exploring. The second day they’d spent an hour scouring the internet for information while they ate, trying to make sure they weren’t somehow confused. Everything they read seemed to point towards the same, immutable fact: they had mated.
A hand settled on his shoulder, and he glanced up and up until he met his mate’s eyes.
“A watched pot never boils.” Jared grinned at him, squeezing gently. He hunched over to peer at the screen, his chin brushing against Jensen’s hair. “Did you actually read all those?”
Jensen shrugged, tilting his head back till he could press a kiss to Jared’s jawline. His lips brushed over the scraggly beginnings of a beard, and he realized they should probably go shave and shower again at some point. He probably had just as much stubble, if not more, and it always bothered him; it itched if he waited too long to shave. Plus, he wasn’t sure if it would be all that comfortable as they continued their exploration. “I actually did a for Biology 110, The Biology and Psychology of Mating last year.”
“You took a class on mating, and you can’t answer some of those questions?” Jared quirked an eyebrow at him as Jensen shrugged.
“It pretty much stated theories as if they were fact, and the teacher spent most of the time discussing everything that happened after you mated. We spent all of half a class discussing how and why it happens. Even then most of the reasons seemed to involve assumptions based on sex and religion.”
“It’s kind of logical, though, when you think about it.” Jared stepped back, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. While Jared was gone procuring supplies-which Jared said had been extremely awkward, and he hadn’t quite known what to get, since they were both guys and all, not for sex anyway-Jensen had rearranged the beds so that they were pressed together. It had made things so much easier, both in general for sleeping and for other activities.
“Of course it is.” Jensen refreshed the page again, sighed, and turned to face Jared, sliding the feet of his chair across the tile a few inches. “But it doesn’t explain us. I just can’t explain what I . . . feel . . . as anything other than-”
“Being mated.” Jared finished his sentence. He leaned forward and snagged Jensen’s arm, pulling it away from the mouse, sliding his fingers down his forearm till he could tangle their fingers together. “It goes against everything I grew up believing. Everything I was taught, too, you know, but I agree. It-mating-is the only thing that makes sense.”
Jensen let himself be pulled forward and out of the chair. He could feel Jared’s want vibrating through him and, if that didn’t seal the deal on them being mates, Jensen didn’t know what would. Mating was something that had been described to him over and over, but no one had been able to truly explain what it felt like. It was one of those things that, until you experienced it, you just couldn’t know. Even in what had to be the beginning stages of their bond, he could feel Jared, his essence twining with his own. It was indescribable. They weren’t really sharing thoughts, at least Jensen didn’t think so, but he just knew things about how Jared was feeling and Jared knew how Jensen was feeling, too.
He felt his cheeks flush slightly as he straddled Jared’s lap, feeling only slightly uncomfortable-mentally not physically-for being in that position. Years of knowing this wasn’t how men interacted with one another were hard to erase completely, even with the fact of their bond coursing between them.
Leaning forward he wrapped his free hand around the base of Jared’s skull, sliding his fingers through the other man’s thick hair as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against him. Mental blocks aside, in the span of less than days Jensen had gone from feeling awkward and slightly out of place to feeling as if everything was right in the world. All thanks to a man entering his life in the most extraordinary, yet ordinary, way possible. Out of all the mating scenarios he’d pictured over the years, none had felt as right as this-far from it.
Their noses brushed gently and he tilted his head so he could press a kiss against the thin skin beneath Jared’s right eye before pressing another below his left. He pulled back after that and ducked down to brush his lips against Jared’s, barely a touch and a slide of puffy, bruised skin against each other, before he sat back.
The tinges of arousal had grown, blossoming between them, and Jensen wasn’t sure how much of it was his own, and how much was Jared’s. He felt Jared’s hands slide from bracketing his hips, up his sides, to press against the skin of his back. They weren’t naked, not quite anyway. After their last bout of making out and heavy petting-Jared had even tried to give Jensen a blow job, but Jensen had come after just a few long moments-they’d actually managed to get dressed, or at least pull on some boxers in Jensen’s case and sweat pants in Jared’s.
The thin material between them did nothing to hide either man’s arousal. Jensen fell forward, his lips crashing against Jared’s as Jared tightened his grip. Their cocks brushed against each other through the fabrics, eliciting strange noises that Jensen hoped weren’t coming from his mouth.
He rocked forward, hands brushing over the planes of Jared’s chest, skimming over the slightly puffy nipples he had paid extra attention to just hours before and a few light bruises. Jensen pressed forward, until Jared fell back, lying against the mussed blue and white comforter that originally had only been on Jared’s bed. His was already tossed into the corner of the room, along with the clothes from days prior, too messed up from earlier activities. Neither had been made to cover two twin beds pushed together, but they worked well enough. Jensen had done his best to make it so the beds fit nicely-although he’d had to remove the buckets from beneath Jared’s-and he’d stacked the blankets in a way to try and prevent the crack between the mattresses from being bothersome. They really needed to do laundry soon, though, as they weren’t exactly being picky at the moment when it came to cleaning up.
Jensen pressed a kiss to Jared’s mouth, tongue darting out to tease open his mate’s lips, running it over teeth and sliding it against Jared’s before pulling back. Saliva trailed between them, breaking once he’d pulled a few inches away and landing against Jared’s cheek. Not really thinking about it, Jensen lifted a hand and brushed it away, pressing a kiss to Jared’s cheek before trailing a line of kisses down to his neck.
Jared turned his head, tilting it just enough to brush a kiss against Jensen’s temple, the stubble on his chin scraping against his cheekbone, causing Jensen to dip his head away, further down Jared’s neck. He spent several long minutes laving the area with kisses and nipping gently, trying to do his best to avoid leaving a mark where it would be visible over the collar of Jared’s shirt before sliding further down Jared’s chest.
A hiss escaped Jared’s lips as Jensen’s thigh dragged over Jared’s dick, pressing awkwardly against it. “Hey, wait a sec, Jensen.”
Pushing back, Jensen rolled off Jared to kneel on the bed next to him. “You all right?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded, reaching out a hand to cup Jensen’s head. He scooted back up the bed, sitting up enough to lean forward and capture Jensen’s lips again. “Yep, just needed to adjust . . . the end of the bed isn’t all that comfortable a place to make out. Especially when we have more room to work with.”
Jensen chuckled lightly, leaning into Jared’s palm, brushing his cheek back and forth against it. “We need to shave.”
“I don’t want to leave this bed.” Jared pulled him forward, grabbing Jensen’s shoulder with his free hand. “Not yet anyway.”
“We also need to do laundry.” Jensen landed against him, one hand splaying out next to his head while the other rested on Jared’s bare chest.
Jared surveyed the bed, teeth chewing lightly on his bottom lip before quirking a grin at Jensen again. “Nah, I think we’ve got a few clean spots left to dirty up first.”
“We better get on that then.” He smiled, ducking his head to plant a kiss on top of one of Jared’s nipples. While earlier explorations had deduced that it wasn’t exactly paradise-on-Earth, Jared did like Jensen’s mouth there. They were still sore though from previous activities and Jared hissed when Jensen pulled the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around it.
Jared’s hands were caressing over his arms and shoulders as Jensen explored his chest, eventually leaving one nipple behind for the other. This time he gently nipped at it, causing Jared to pull him up roughly, framing Jensen’s face with both hands as he pulled him in for a deep kiss.
The air was practically crackling between them, arousal coursing through their veins and feeding into each other. Their hands grappled for purchase, caressing and gripping a bit too roughly at times. Jensen’s fingernails, short as they were, scratched at Jared’s back as the younger man used his slight height advantage to roll them over-not that Jensen was complaining. They ended up on the other mattress and Jensen silently prayed his thanks that he’d pushed the beds together.
“How are we going to do this?” Jared’s breath was hot against the skin of his cheek.
“I dunno,” He answered, pressing their lips together again. His hands roved over Jared’s back, sliding across skin that was already covered, yet again, with a slight sheen of sweat. “I know just as much about sex between two guys as you do. It’s not like someone published a ‘How To’ manual-”
“Shit.” Jared pulled back, shooting off the bed and towards the bookcase. Jensen had shoved it into the corner of the room where Jared’s bed had been along with some of the boxes and storage containers. “Broken Connection,” He called over his shoulder as he fumbled through the books lining the shelves.
Jensen moved to sit at the edge of the bed, brow furrowing as he watched his mate grab a graphic novel off the shelf. Jared’s sweat pants were riding extremely low on his hips and, when he turned around; Jensen could see a damp spot of pre-come on the front and there was an obvious tent to the fabric.
“What?” He blinked, tearing his gaze away from Jared’s obvious arousal.
Jared strode back to the bed, a wide smile splitting his cheeks and causing his dimples to appear. Jensen loved those dimples and he’d expressed his love for them just a few hours ago. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on something that didn’t expressly involve sex or Jared’s body. Needless to say, with Jared flopping back onto the bed next to him, it wasn’t working very well.
“I heard this book has some pretty graphic depictions of things like mates who’ve been split and same-sex mates. Might be our best shot?” Jared tilted the cover so Jensen could see it.
Jensen’s fingers curled in the soft fabric of Jared’s comforter, and he bit his cheek to keep from laughing. “You’re going to get sex advice from a graphic novel?”
To be honest he didn’t know anything about it, other than the continued ‘exploring’ they’d been doing for nearly two days. That didn’t seem to be quite enough-whether due to time or level of sexual activity Jensen had no idea-as their bond was still growing and didn’t seem to have snapped fully into place yet. Not that having sex right away fully consummated a bond according to what he’d read, but supposedly once you did the mating fever began to gradually calm. As of yet they showed no sign of calming, besides the short interludes following orgasm, and if anything their desire was getting worse. They couldn’t afford to still be like this come next week-not only could they not use mating as an excuse for not going to class, but someone would eventually come looking for them beyond their RA or Jason (both of whom had either knocked on the door or called).
Jared stilled suddenly, something that Jensen had rarely seen since the moment they initially met. If anything Jared was in constant motion, energetic and very tactile.
“Did you find something?” Jensen scooted closer, slotting himself against Jared’s back so he could look over his shoulder at the drawings in the book.
“You could say that.” Jared tilted his head so their cheeks brushed. His skin itched where they touched, and his stubble was a little scratchy, but Jensen ignored it.
The pictures in the book weren’t like anything Jensen had ever seen before, at least the topic wasn’t. He’d certainly seen similar pictures in the past-he even read a few of his former roommates novels and manga out of boredom and an attempt to find some common ground-but nothing of this nature. The page Jared held the book open to showed an image of two men engaged in a very sexual act wherein one had his dick up the other’s ass.
Jensen pulled back, eyes widening slightly. “Where did you get that?”
“The adult section of the graphic novels at Barnes and Noble.” Jared shifted, turning towards Jensen, one foot remaining on the ground while the other bent at the knee. His pants were tented even more than they had been, his arousal very evident, and he used one hand to adjust his pants.
“They had this at Barnes and Noble?” Jensen glanced down at the book skeptically. “You buy graphic novel porn? And stuff that the Church has conniptions over at that?”
“Well, no. Not usually anyway. It's probably only available because it’s a big city and very open minded. Lots of college kids and all,” Jared shrugged, grinning sheepishly. He reached a hand out and rested it on Jensen’s thigh, just above his knee. “I usually buy things for the plot. This book just intrigued me. I’ve only ever bought two graphic novels remotely like this, and I had to be really, really careful . . . my Mama is really strict and basically obsessive when it comes to checking for anything that goes against the Church.” He paused then, and Jensen snagged his hand, wrapping his fingers around Jared’s and squeezing gently. Chuckling, Jared continued, “That was actually one of the reasons why I got it.”
Jensen smiled at him, watching the play of emotions over his features and feeling the inklings of them within his very being. He understood completely what was going through Jared’s mind. This wasn’t the first time over the past couple days that he’d thought about how his own parents, Jared’s parents, their friends . . . about how everyone would react when they found out. If they found out.
The picture Jared had painted of his family was similar to his own. They both had two siblings, ironically an older brother and a younger sister, and mothers who were pretty involved in their local church and the community. A good portion of their lives revolved around the idea of their children mating and continuing the family line. The only difference Jensen could really see was that Jared’s parents were a bit more involved-or trying to be-in the whole process, at least right now.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jensen told Jared, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into his body. The book fell to the side, bounced and slid slightly along the comforter before falling to the floor. The statement blanketed a dozen others, assuring and comforting, even in the uncertain future that was spanning out in front of them.
“Right,” Jared murmured, hands sliding up Jensen’s back as he buried his face in Jensen’s neck. A few seconds passed where they were just enjoying the feel of each other, their breath fanning out over skin and hands brushing gentle caresses. A nip to Jensen’s neck startled him slightly and he pulled back to meet Jared’s eyes.
There was a bit of mischief, and a whole lot of arousal hidden within the hazel orbs. Jared grinned at him, hands trailing across Jensen’s ribs, before they pushed at his chest, pressing him back into the blankets. Hovering over him, Jared spoke, his words wavering a bit, tentative for all that he was being rather forward, “So, want to see if the book gives some accurate depictions?”
“Fuck yes.” Jensen shifted, bucking up a little as Jared settled a hand over his cock, squeezing gently through the fabric of his boxers. He blinked a second later, sitting up an inch or two, using his elbows for support. “Wait. Who’s going to, umm,” he paused, trying to figure out how to put it as a flush warmed his face, “fuck who?”
“I was thinking we’d take turns?” Jared’s fingers slid up and hooked around the waist of Jensen’s boxers before tugging them down.
Jensen gasped as the material dragged over his erection, automatically lifting his hips to help Jared slip them down his thighs. As soon as they were below his knees, he kicked them off, sending them across the room and onto the floor somewhere. Next to him, Jared was removing his sweat pants, baring himself completely.
If anyone had asked Jensen whether or not he’d be sexually attracted to another male prior to two days ago, the answer would have been a resounding ‘No’. Although no one would have asked and he’d never had cause to think about it before now. It had just never been an option in his mind.
Now though? Now it was obvious that this was what he’d wanted, needed, and the idea of anything else-anyone else actually, female or male-was just unappealing. Jensen guessed that feeling must have something to do with the mating process. It had to.
“Who’s first?” Jensen asked, voice muffled slightly as he pulled Jared to him again.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been naked together, hell they’d slept together naked last night, but the tone had changed slightly. There was a nervous edge to the wanting that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown. The step they were about to take was brand new in several ways-the most notable of which being the fact that it wasn’t something they had learned about in school.
During middle school they’d both taken the mandatory Health and Mating education course. It taught the basics of sex and the mating process, although it hadn’t gotten too graphic in the details. The very thought of the class made Jensen cringe, mostly due to how the topic had been handled by the teacher. Porn, which always focused on a male and a female pseudo-pairing, had been much more insightful in the long run.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Jared replied, pulling back from the kiss. “What do you want to do?”
Jensen’s brow furrowed and he stroked a hand down Jared’s back, stopping at the base of his spine. There was only two real ways this could go down and he wasn’t exactly sure which he preferred. On one hand he could do his best to make Jared feel good, and perhaps fail miserably, while on the other hand he could bite the bullet and be the one they tried out this position with in case it turned out to be a bad idea. Either way it was going to involve a lot of awkward fumbling.
Swallowing, he leaned up and kissed Jared, brushing their lips together before leaning back. “You do me.”
“Jensen-” Jared started, obviously feeling Jensen’s apprehension.
Jensen cut him off with a kiss again, shaking his head. “I want it. One of us has to go first. All this means is that later . . . or tomorrow . . . your ass is mine.” His hands slid down and slapped Jared’s ass lightly, the sound echoing slightly in the room. It made them both chuckle till Jared leaned down and swallowed Jensen’s laugh, kissing him deeply.
”Sexual acts shall only occur between mates. Any sexual acts prior to
or while mated with other individuals will reflect on all parties
Involved, including one’s true mate, come judgment.”
The Word - Levinius sec 2 line 4
Jared was really glad he’d thought to get lubricant and lots of it. If he hadn’t they’d probably have needed to resort to using something like lotion or shampoo and, while those might suffice for the occasional masturbation session, he didn’t think Jensen would have appreciated either going up his ass.
To say that the whole experience of having anal sex-yes Jensen looked it up later and figured out the correct terminology of everything, at least in reference to male x female anal sex, but still-was awkward would be an extreme understatement.
They’d made out for a long while after Jared snagged a tube of lubricant from on top of one of Jensen’s suitcases. He wasn't sure how it’d ended up there, considering it was across the room from the bed, but he didn’t really want to think too hard about it either.
After a bit of fumbling around, Jensen had decided to kneel on the bed, forearms resting against the comforter, much like the depiction of the character he was semi-emulating in the novel so Jared could enter him from behind. Jared had hesitated at the decision. He really wanted to be able to see Jensen and to kiss him as they moved together, but in the end they decided that position was probably the best course of action since they didn’t really have another point of reference to go from.
What looked easy on the pages of the book hadn’t actually turned out to be that way. After slicking himself up, Jared positioned himself behind Jensen, hands smoothing down his back before resting on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. He gazed skeptically at the tight ring of muscle hidden there.
“Jensen,” Jared hesitated, running one hand back up to rest against the small of Jensen’s back. “I’m not sure if-”
“Just try?” Jensen gazed back over his shoulder at him, cheeks flushed bright red and Jared knew it was mostly from embarrassment, not arousal.
Licking his lips, Jared nodded, fitting his chest against Jensen’s back and reaching between them to position himself. He took a deep breath, dropped a kiss between Jensen’s shoulder blades, and pressed slowly forward.
The move got an immediate response from Jensen in the form of a shout and him jerking away, flipping over beneath Jared and trying to back pedal up the bed towards where their pillows were haphazardly piled. “Fuck, that is just not right.”
Jared leaned back on his heels and bit his lip. He gently wrapped his fingers around his cock before speaking, “It does seem kind of-”
“Impossible?” Jensen’s eyes trailed down Jared’s body to his cock. “You’re bigger than me. I don’t see how you can fit . . . there. It’s like anatomically impossible.”
Brow furrowing, Jared reached out and settled a hand on Jensen’s ankle. “Maybe we’re missing something?” At Jensen’s questioning look he shrugged, “Well what about more lube and maybe we should work up to . . .” he trailed off, motioning to his cock. “So we use lots and lots of lube and, I don’t know-” he cut himself off, leaning forward, hands moving to trail up Jensen’s legs to rest on his knees. Squeezing lightly at the apex, Jared continued, “maybe you just need to be . . . worked open?”
“You sound like a bad porno,” Jensen wrinkled his nose, crossing his arms at the same time his legs stretched out, encouraging Jared’s touches.
“Is there any other kind?”
“Probably not.” Jensen grinned slightly and leaned forward as Jared reached for him. He sighed as their lips met, enjoying the kiss to its fullest. They were slowly getting better at it, but even the worst kiss they’d shared had been simply amazing. Leaning back he sighed, “Fine . . . but I reserve the right-”
“If there is epic failure I will lavish you with blow jobs.” Jared kissed him again before helping him get back into position.
This time, Jared coated his fingers with lube-thankful that he’d gotten a rather large container of the stuff-which had probably just added to his embarrassment at the store, but in the end it worked out. He pressed a kiss to the small of Jensen’s back as he used one hand to spread Jensen’s ass cheeks. Trailing the fingers of his other hand down the crack, he ran two fingers in a circle around the ring of muscle, gently massaging it. “I think you need to relax.”
“You try relaxing when it’s your turn,” Jensen grumbled, dropping forward slightly to rest his head on his arms.
Letting go of Jensen’s ass, Jared ran his hand up Jensen’s back, caressing it. He continued the motions for a moment before positioning his middle finger at Jensen’s opening and pressed it slowly forward.
Jensen hissed slightly, the muscles of his back twitching beneath Jared’s hand, but he didn't jerk away. On the other hand he didn’t really move either, at least not until Jared had worked his finger in past the second knuckle.
“You okay?” Jared asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against a dark freckle on the curve of Jensen’s ass.
“Yeah.” Jensen squirmed slightly then, pressing back and taking in just a bit more of Jared’s finger. He lifted up a bit so he could look over his shoulder. Their eyes met and the sides of Jensen’s mouth quirked up a bit. “It’s just a bit odd is all. Doesn’t really hurt though . . . not yet at least.”
“Good.” He leaned back a bit, his hand trailing around to wrap take hold of Jensen’s cock, sliding up and down as he slowly started to work his finger in and out, miming intercourse. After a minute, he pulled his finger out and added a bit more lube before pressing two back in. It was slow going, and Jensen flinched a little, but after a couple of shallow thrusts and incidental angle adjustments, something happened that changed Jensen’s entire demeanor.
“Oh God!” Jensen cried out, fingers clenching in the comforter as his hips pressed back against Jared’s fingers automatically. In his grip Jensen’s cock twitched, almost fully hard again.
Freezing, Jared realized after just a second's hesitation that it wasn’t a bad ‘Oh God’ but a good one. Raising an eyebrow, he quirked his fingers out and then pressed them forward again, attempting to replicate what he’d just done.
Jensen reacted in much the same way as he had before, but this time he keened low in his throat and tossed a glance over his shoulder at Jared. Their eyes met, and Jared could read everything in them from the pleasure, to the want, to the hurry.
Nodding absently, he quickly worked in a third finger alongside the other two and was surprised at how easily Jensen was able to take them. And every time he hit that spot inside him, it seemed as if Jensen forgot all about the previous discomfort.
It wasn't long before Jared thought Jensen was probably ready to take him. Three fingers wasn’t a cock, but he’d done his best to open Jensen up and hoped it would be enough. Slipping an arm beneath his mate’s chest, Jared pulled him so they were slotted together chest to back. He removed his fingers from Jensen and grasped his cock, adjusting it so that all it would take would be a little pressure to slip inside.
Taking a deep breath, he rested his cheek against Jensen’s back and pressed a kiss against his shoulder blade before pressing forward. Compared to his last attempt, it didn’t take much effort at all for the head of his cock to pop through the ring of muscle that guarded Jensen’s entrance. His mate tensed a little, breathing heavily, so he paused, returning his hand to Jensen’s dick, wrapping his fingers around it and tugging gently.
“You all right?”
“Yeah,” Jensen mumbled, voice rough, and Jared could hear him breathing through his nose. “Just give me a sec, okay?”
He nodded, eyes squeezed shut. If Jensen needed a second he could definitely give him one, even if all of his instincts were telling him he needed to move. But if Jared was honest with himself he needed the moment as well; the tight heat around the head of his cock was much different from anything he’d ever felt before. It was simply amazing and all he wanted was to press forward, so that more of that heat would envelop him. His entire being, mind, body, and soul, were centered in this moment and this act-in Jensen and himself. Everything else but them had been expelled from his mind.
“Okay,” Jensen breathed out, tilting his hips and canting them just a little back towards Jared.
And that was that, just a little bit of pressure and just that much more heat was enough to send Jared’s world spiraling out of control. He came, spilling inside Jensen, arms tightening around Jensen’s chest and hand gripping Jensen’s dick tighter.
“Shit,” Jared cursed into the skin between Jensen’s shoulder blades. “God, I’m so . . .” Pulling out, he winced at the feel of slipping free of Jensen and the fact that he had come before even being fully inside Jensen. "I should,” he motioned towards Jensen’s cock, biting his lip.
Jensen’s head was pressed into his arms and he wasn’t looking at him. His shoulders were shaking but Jared couldn’t feel any negative emotions coming from him. But then they hadn’t been together long and the connection might not be-his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jensen’s chuckling breaking out into the air.
“God.” Jensen rolled over, flopping back on the bed to look at him. His cock was still hard, pressing against his stomach and shiny with pre-come. “We suck.”
Slipping from the bed, Jared snagged a towel, making a face as he cleaned himself off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-”
“Hey,” Jensen interrupted him, his voice void of laughter in an instant. “Hey, from what I’ve heard first times are never perfect. Considering our situation, I think we’re doing pretty well, don’t you?”
“I guess.” Jared turned in Jensen’s arms and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. Jensen leaned into it smiling slightly. He felt Jensen’s arousal then, pressing against his hip. “I seem to remember promising you a blow job?”
Next Part