Extra Credit | R | Jared/Jensen
Title: Extra Credit
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R for language, sexual situations
Length: 5700ish words
Summary: College AU. Jared has terrible ideas. Suggesting he and best friend Jensen sign up for a sex study to earn extra cash? One of his worst...and best.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn for chemm80’s prompt ‘It’s not my fault’. Thank you thank you thank you to deirdre_c for the inspiration for the fic. She is a superstar and kept me going as I wrote a ridiculous amount of fic for this time-restricted challenge.
The door banged open, smacking into the wall and Jensen flinched, nearly knocking his laptop onto the floor.
“What the -”
“Never fear, I am here!” Jared came flying into his dorm room, limbs flying, and skidded to a stop in front of Jensen.
“Seriously. Were you dropped on your head as a child?”
“Only just the once and my Mom swears I picked the alphabet back up just like that.” Jared snapped his fingers and grinned, wide as anything, and totally unfazed. He yanked the desk chair around and straddled it in front of Jensen, who was still clutching his laptop on his bed. “But enough about my glorious childhood. I have kickass news.”
Jensen covered his mouth, scrubbing back and forth. He was afraid to ask.
“Come on, ask me what it is. Ask me how I have come up with the best solution ever come up with to solve our dire financial straits.” Jared gestured with both hands, nodding.
“I’m truly afraid to ask. Do I need to make a list of all the ideas you’ve had before to fix our money problems?” Jensen arched an eyebrow.
Jared waved his hands dismissively. “Details. All in the past. And your eyebrows totally grew back that last time, so I don’t know why you were so pissed. This plan, though? Awesome.” He held up both hands and started ticking off his points. “One, the money is guaranteed. Two, it’s one fucking thousand American fucking dollars each.”
Jensen closed his laptop. This deserved at least his undivided attention. Despite the fact that it was most likely going to be the worst plan of all time. And potentially illegal. But for a thousand dollars? He’d consider a lot.
“Three, it’s totally university sanctioned. Four, we get extra credit for Psych and I’m fucking failing that class. And five, sex.” He held up his thumb, nodding and leering.
“Could you repeat the last thing, because for a second there I thought you said sex.” Jensen blinked.
“Did. I totally said sex. You like sex, Jensen. Don’t you?”
Jensen felt a flush making a valiant effort to cover his face despite his frantic warnings. “Dude. Who doesn’t like sex?”
“Exactly! This is why it’s the best plan. Recap: $1000. Extra credit. Sex.”
“Jared. How are these things connected to each other? Because if you’re suggesting the solution to our being poor is to turn into hookers or whatever, you’re about to get dropped on your head again.” Jensen narrowed his eyes. And to think he’d been actually getting work done before Jared bounced in here.
“Oh, Jensen. One, I think you could totally get more than a grand for your ass on the street, don’t sell yourself short. And two, Dr. Hopkins is running a sex study. And she’s paying good money. Upfront! For us to have sex!”
Jensen barely had time to recover from Jared appraising his ass. (And why his ass? What the fuck?) Because: “For us to have sex?” Jensen didn’t know his voice could get that high.
“Oh, dude. What? No, not us. But like each of us. With ...someone.” Jared seemed vaguely hesitant for the first time since he arrived.
“A stranger. Whom I will get paid to have sex with. And somehow this doesn’t sound like prostitution to you?”
“But...Dr. Hopkins said it was for a grant and there would be tests and controls and no, like actual sex, and...and...extra credit.” Jared shrugged up a shoulder. “It will be totally cool. You’ll see.”
“Jared.”
“Hmm?”
Jensen glared, feeling tension building in his shoulders. He put his laptop aside in case he needed to strangle his roommate. “Jared. Did you already sign us up?”
Jared stood up slowly, backing up with his hands up. “There was a deadline. And my cell phone battery was dead and...it... I...yes?”
It turned out despite having legs shorter than the giraffe that he roomed with, Jensen could actually take Jared in a footrace. Jared’s yelp when Jensen tackled him was almost enough to make up for the fact he’d been sold out by his roommate, almost literally.
“I hate you.”
Jared rubbed his chin gingerly. “You scraped all the skin off my chin when you tackled me in the hall, aren’t we even?”
Jensen hissed, “Even? Even?! Do you not see where we are?” He gestured around the waiting room. “And why are there only guys in here?”
“Probably the girls are separate until it’s time for the bow-chicka-wow-wow, you know?” Jared winked at him
“Let me repeat: I hate you.” Jensen crossed his arms and kicked his legs out in front of him, scowling at the floor. If he’d had more than $4.32 in his bank account, he’d still be at home in bed, fuck Jared and fuck extra credit and fuck all of this...this fucking. Or whatever. But shit. His scholarship didn’t pay for stuff like food and he could only get so many hours at the campus bookstore. The thousand dollars would help. A lot. He closed his eyes. Fuck. A sex study. He couldn’t wait to take the written questionnaire that was coming up. He was pretty sure they would be asking if he was a virgin and he’d have to be honest. Damn Jared. Damn him.
“I’ll buy you pizza tonight when this is all over. And beer. There could be beer.” Jared’s voice was low in his ear, cajoling.
Jensen opened his eyes just long enough to roll them. “Better be.”
Jared’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder. “There ya go. Turn that frown upside down, Jen.”
“Still hating you.”
“It won’t last. Never does.” He patted him again and then let go.
Jensen glanced over at Jared, who was calm as a cucumber to all appearances. Sprawled out in the chair, hands laced and tucked behind his head. He was pretty sure his roommate was not a virgin. He’d had a girlfriend all through high school back in Texas, Jared had said. And he dated enough around campus for Jensen to feel pretty sure. Not that he spent time thinking about it. And not that he should right now, god.
The door opened, jerking Jensen out of his thoughts. Dr. Hopkins came in, holding a clipboard and looking quite pleased to see them all. “Good morning, students. Thank you for giving up your Saturday to aid my research.” She smiled at them all as she adjusted her glasses with a wink. “Though I’m sure the funding didn’t hurt, am I right?”
Jensen half-smiled. He liked Dr. H. Maybe this would work out okay. Surely she wouldn’t - he wouldn’t have to - well, he just hoped it would work out. He felt Jared’s elbow nudge his ribs.
“Gonna be fine, see?”
Jensen shrugged. He wasn’t quite ready to give Jared credit.
“We will start with a written questionnaire. I must ask that you be one hundred percent honest in all your answers. No one will see your responses but me. The data will be compiled for the study but your names will never be included, so please. Honesty.” She looked at each of the dozen students in the room in turn, and Jensen felt his face heat.
What kind of questions was she going to ask?
3. What is your sexual orientation?
Easy. Jensen marked A. Heterosexual
4. If you answered A. to Question 3: Have you ever had sexual thoughts about someone of your own gender?
Jensen blinked. Put his pencil down and wiped his hands off on his jeans. He was alone in the small room, since Dr. H had separated each of the students. No one to see him flush abruptly. He picked up his pencil.
A. Yes. Thinking of long fingers and strong shoulders when jerking off every once in awhile? Totally natural, he was pretty sure. He was 19, for God’s sake. A strong breeze could get him hard.
5. If you answered A to Question 4: Have you ever acted on these impulses?
He assumed jerking off didn’t count as acting in this case, so he put no.
The rest of the questions were just as personal, just as sexual, but Jensen’s brain kept circling back to those, and wishing he had thought to write in pencil so he could lie now. Something about being asked those questions put way too many ideas in his head, especially in this context. Why would it matter if he’d ever thought about a guy like that, if he was going to do stuff with a girl?
The answer to that question arrived about twenty minutes later, but Jensen was too busy having a minor heart attack to acknowledge it.
“What - what are you doing in here?” The door closed behind him, and Jensen didn’t move away from it. The room was mostly empty. A chair, a bed, a lamp on a table. And Jared. Jared was there, sitting on the bed, looking as shocked as Jensen.
“I don’t know. They told me to come to this room. There must be a mistake.”
A voice came over the speaker in the corner and Jensen jumped. No mistake. Jensen, Jared, this is Dr. Hopkins. You have been paired in the study based on your responses to the questionnaire. She paused, and there was just quiet for the moment. Jensen’s gaze drifted to Jared as the questions zipped through his brain at warp speed. The wheel in his brain screeched to a halt on: sexual thoughts, same gender, impulses. That had to - but that also meant that maybe Jared had -
Before Jensen could put voice to his questions, before Jared could do anything but stare at him, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed rapidly, Dr. Hopkins spoke again. Her voice was calm and steady, and Jensen tried to latch onto it, swinging his eyes to the speaker. Anything but Jared for the moment.
As we discussed during the orientation, we will be recording the session, both video and audio. I will be asking you to follow my instructions. You signed a release indicating you would do so, but if you are unable to comply, you are free to leave. She paused. Unfortunately, we cannot offer you the stipend if you do not complete the session.
Jensen swallowed. He looked at Jared. They didn’t say a word.
Okay, let’s begin. Dr. Hopkins cleared her throat, and then continued. Jensen, please come over to Jared.
Before he could decide what to do, his legs took him to the bed, and he stood there in front of his friend. His knee bumped Jared’s, and they both flinched a little.
The monitors you are wearing will transmit information about heart rate and respiration. We will observe other indicators visually.
Jensen stared down at Jared, who looked steadily up at him. Jared’s voice was a whisper, a purely unfamiliar and soft sound. “Whatever happens. It’s - it’s not my fault.” Jared swallowed. “Okay, the fact that we’re here is my fault. But the rest - I didn’t know. I swear.”
He looked genuinely scared and nervous and Jensen stopped blaming Jared for the position they were in. He couldn’t have known.
There will be several phases. The stack of papers on the table by the door provide your basic instructions. Read and follow each one. Do not flip to the next page until you have completed each page’s task. I will interject only as needed. When I do, I must ask that you comply. Do you understand?
As one, they nodded.
It is important that one of you read the instructions, and only one. Who will do so?
Jensen shrugged. Jared looked at him, and answered. “I’ll do it.”
Begin.
Jared turned towards the pages on the small table a few feet away The top sheet looked blank. He reached over and flipped it.
“Well, what’s it say?” Jensen turned his head to look. The text was much too small for him to see, and he had been told not to, anyway.
Jared cleared his throat, and read it. “Undress each other. Down to underwear.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Jensen steeled himself. He’d seen Jared half-naked before, in the bathrooms in the dorm, at the gym, in their room. This was no biggie. Of course, he’d never helped Jared get to that state before.
Before he could ask how they should start, Jared’s hands were on his jeans, unsnapping the button. “Holy shit. We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
“Looks like. Come on, it’s better that it’s us, right? Better than doing this with a stranger?” Jared looked halfway pleading and all Jensen could think was that those hands had just undone his pants. And were now pulling the zipper down.
“I guess. Yeah. I mean, right. Uh, stand up.” There was no further voiceover from Dr. H so Jensen figured they got to do this the way they wanted.
He reached out and grabbed the hem of Jared’s t-shirt. He could see where it was damp under the arms, around the neck. Jared was sweating, and the scent of him was familiar, strong. He grabbed the fabric and pulled upwards, watching as Jared lifted his arms, helping. The shirt came off easily, ruffling Jared’s hair as it did and Jensen dropped his hands, the shirt still clutched in one. Being aware of Jared’s ridiculous body was one thing, but revealing it himself? Something entirely different. He wanted to drag a hand down those abs, feel the bumps and ridges of muscle for himself.
“Okay, you.” Jared reached out and started unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen wished he’d dressed more casually. This took longer, and he felt Jared’s fingers twisting in the buttons, brushing his skin underneath as the shirt slowly came open. When it was all the way unbuttoned, Jared pushed it down his arms and it fell to the floor. Without much hesitation, Jared reached for Jensen’s jeans to finish the job he started. “Sit.”
Jensen sat. Jared knelt down, took off his shoes, and socks, hands warm and shaking a little. Then he tugged on the jeans, and Jensen had to lift his hips and god, was it warm in this room? Were they cranking up the heat on purpose?
He was suddenly in nothing but boxers, and this was beyond weird. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed or freaked out, but it wasn’t hot. Jensen felt like running.
“Jensen. Calm down. It’s cool.”
“Is it, Jared? We’re - we don’t know what else - this is fucked up.”
“Yeah, a little. But, well, do you want to quit?” Jared was still on the floor, kneeling. His jeans on, shirt off. It did something weird to Jensen. Made his stomach flip in a way he wasn’t familiar with.
Jensen shook his head. “Just get up so we can get this over with.”
“You always like this in the bedroom? Girls must love your enthusiasm.” Jared shook his head and got to his feet.
Jensen blushed a furious red, feeling entirely too exposed. He scowled at Jared’s stomach as he undid the button on his pants.
“Dude. Jensen. I was just kidding - I’m sure the girls love you.”
Without lifting his eyes to Jared’s, hands stilling on the waist of his jeans, Jensen frowned. “Whatever. I guess.” He unzipped the jeans, and pushed at the denim. Jared’s hands came to stop his.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not important. Come on.” Jensen kicked himself for his muttering and worked Jared’s jeans lower, trying not to notice how he filled out his briefs.
“I think it might be important.” Jared let his jeans fall and kicked out of them and his flip flops.
Next page, please, gentlemen. Dr. Hopkins’ voice crackled through the speaker, startling them both.
Jared stepped away and flipped the page. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and then he turned back to Jensen. “Jensen, tell me what you meant?”
“Tell me what the page says, Jared.” Jensen’s heart was starting to race. He felt more naked than he was.
“It says to touch each other, exposed skin only.”
Jensen needed to act, needed Jared not to ask him questions. Yes, he was a virgin. Yes, he’d had sexual thoughts about Jared. But it was all just - late night bullshit. He would never have - he didn’t think he wanted to - Jensen told himself to shut the fuck up and just do this. The sooner they did, the sooner they could go home and pretend it never happened.
He got to his feet abruptly. Put his hands out and touched Jared’s chest. It was warm and solid, thick with muscle. Jared inhaled sharply as Jensen dragged his hands down, fingers spreading to cover more skin. His ring finger caught on Jared’s nipple, and he felt the skin pebble under his hands.
“Shit.” Jared swore under his breath and suddenly he was touching Jensen, too. Hands on his waist, light and careful.
It felt good, to feel Jared’s strong hands on him. Jensen was questioning everything about himself suddenly. He liked the way Jared loomed over him, the way his shoulders were broad, filling his vision. Jared’s hands lifted off his waist, hovering in midair for a moment before coming to rest on his shoulders. It was awkward, and then Jared’s thumb stroked his neck, and a shiver ran right through him. The other hand came off his shoulder, fingertips light against Jensen’s neck. Jared’s thumb landed on Jensen’s chin, and then lifted to catch his bottom lip. The rough pad dragged across his skin and Jensen couldn’t help looking up at Jared’s face. Jared’s eyes were locked on his mouth, on the movement of his thumb.
Jared’s eyes moved to meet his and he jerked back, hands coming fully off Jensen. He coughed, looking away. “Is that - is that good?”
Next page, please. Dr. Hopkins’ reply made them both still for the moment.
Jared stepped back to the table and after flipping the page, he stayed there for a moment, his back to Jensen. And goddamn, his back. Solid columns of muscle, tapering to a small waist, long legs. It was hard not to stare, with nothing else to keep his attention. Finally, Jared turned around, and now he looked nervous.
“Well?”
“Uh, we - we need to kiss.”
It shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was a sex study after all. There would probably be more after the kiss, Jensen just wasn’t going that far in his mind.
Jared was in his space, hands on Jensen’s face abruptly and then before he could protest, a hard press of lips to his own, there and gone. He blinked. It was like getting lightly smacked in the mouth. Hardly a kiss.
Again. Dr. Hopkins’ voice was firm.
Jensen took one of Jared’s hand in his, looking up into wild, panicked eyes. “Calm down. Just a kiss. Impress me, Padalecki.” He winked, not sure where the boldness came from, but there it was. He was so used to Jared being the cocksure one at all times, it felt good to take over the role. This was his friend, his best friend. They could handle this. He felt calmer than he had since they’d entered the room.
Stepping closer, Jensen held tight to that hand and tilted his head, licked his lips. He heard a little sound from Jared, then a tightening of his grip. Jared’s hand cupped his face again, thumb pressing against his bottom lip and then he leaned in. This time, it was like slow motion. Jensen could feel the heat of Jared’s breath against his face right before their lips made contact. Warm and yielding, and Jensen kissed him back immediately. Somewhere in the last couple of minutes, Jensen had accepted that he wanted to do this. And that this was probably his only chance. He was going to seize it and make it as good as he could, and help Jared to the other side.
When Jared’s tongue slid along the seam of Jensen’s mouth, he jerked, mouth opening. He felt Jared clutch his waist, and then he was being moved, stopping when his back hit the wall. Jared’s thigh shoved forward, pressing between his legs, and Jensen groaned, breaking the kiss, needing air. Jared’s mouth landed on his neck, moving up to kiss the skin behind his ear and then taking his mouth again, even as he ground his thigh harder into Jensen’s suddenly very interested dick. Jared took Jensen’s head in his hands and angled it, thumbs pressing his jaw further open, and this was not just a kiss, this was a full on assault on Jensen’s mouth, eager and aggressive. Jensen gave way, yielded the territory to Jared, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears. His hands grabbed onto Jared, the fabric of his boxers bunching under his grip.
When Jared took a breath, he kept his forehead against Jensen’s, breath gusting soft against his cheek. “Impressed yet, Ackles?” The voice was raw and wrecked, nothing he’d ever heard from Jared. A voice you’d only hear in the dark, hard against your skin, and Jensen could only manage a soft laugh, his knees actually a little weak.
“That all ya got?” He smiled, reached up to wipe his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Shit, you little - " Jared’s answering smile was wicked, his hands shifted to press against Jensen’s hips, thumbs tracing the line of muscle there.
“Next page, please.”
Jensen jerked against the wall, muscles gone stiff. How the fuck did he forget there was someone watching this, directing this? His professor, no less?
Seemingly taken by the same jarring thought, Jared stepped away. He looked debauched, hair mussed, though Jensen had no recollection of grabbing it. Jared stared at him for a moment, a hard look from head to toe and he’d never been looked at quite like that before. There was a possession there, an aggression.
It was fucking hot, is what it was. He stayed very still, waited. His dick was fully hard in his boxers, distorting the fabric, and Jared’s eyes landed there, hooked for a moment. Jensen couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Jared’s underwear, too. The very large bulge, in fact.
Without a word, Jared turned toward the table and flipped the page. He stared down at the sheet for a hard moment before turning back with heat in his eyes.
“The bed, Jensen.”
Jensen’s eyebrows arched up toward his hairline.
“I mean, could you please lie on the bed?” Jared looked wrecked, skin of his chest flushing red as he walked - no, more like stalked towards Jensen. It looked like the politeness was taking all of his effort.
Jensen looked at the bed, neatly made. Unassuming. “What are you going to do?” Because that’s what it felt like. Like Jared was going to do things to Jensen.
“Please.” That’s all he said. Jensen stared at him. And then his legs moved without being told, and he sat on the bed, felt the mattress give under him. Just a sheet on top, soft against his legs.
He put his hands behind him and scooted up, getting his feet up on the bed. The whole time, Jared watched. Eyes on him, mouth parted. There was a power in what he was doing to Jared just by complying. And Jensen, Jensen found he liked it. He liked it a lot. Pulling himself up until his head was on the pillow, Jensen reached above his head and loosely clasped the bars of the bed frame. Not even sure why he did that, but maybe because he wanted Jared to see him obey, and then take it one step further.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Jared pressed his hand to his chest briefly, coming closer.
“Don’t know.” Jensen shook his head, let his legs stretch out. And then he parted them slightly, and that seemed to trigger something in Jared. He was between Jensen’s legs in a matter of seconds, hands hard on Jensen’s thighs as he kneeled there.
“Jesus, is this okay?” Jared looked down at him, hands shifting restlessly, brushing the bottom hem of his boxers. “Tell me it’s okay.”
Jensen tried to answer, and his mouth had gone dry. He swallowed, wet his lips and nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Jared closed his eyes, exhaled, and then leaned forward. Before Jensen could even react, Jared’s mouth was closing around the bulge of his dick. He sucked, wetting the fabric, making the dark blue cotton cling, mold to the shape of his cock. Hands tightened on the bars of the bed as Jensen’s knees jerked, widening, opening himself further to Jared with a moan. Jared’s hands on his thighs pressed out, keeping him open as he looked his fill.
Sliding his gaze upward, he caught Jensen’s eyes. They stared at each other, and it was both familiar and thrilling, new. “Need to see you.” He shifted back down the bed, pulling on Jensen’s boxers as he went and Jensen was able to pull his legs together enough to let him. To let Jared, his best friend, strip him naked on this strange bed in this stranger room, under the strangest of circumstances.
Jared angled between Jensen’s legs, and pressed down into him, so much skin-to-skin contact as they kissed. The kiss ratcheted up to the same level of intensity pretty quickly, and now there was the addition of Jared’s long, hard body, rocking slowly into him, shoving his still-covered erection right into Jensen’s. He moaned, long and low, breaking the kiss. Jared kissed across his face, dragging his lips along Jensen’s jawline as he took Jensen’s cock in hand and stroked it, base to tip.
“Holy shit!” Jensen bucked up into the tight grip, at the sudden sensation, the near pain of it. Jared did it again, just as hard and Jensen’s knees locked around his hips, his head shoved back into the pillow. He felt Jared’s mouth on his neck, heard hot murmurs against his skin, but he couldn’t think, couldn’t function beyond the slick sliding tightness around his dick as Jared stroked him.
“Gonna taste you, okay?” Those words made it through the fog and Jensen clutched Jared’s shoulders, nodding.
Jared’s mouth was heaven, hot and wet suction like he’d never felt. Jensen was a virgin, sure, but he’d had a few blowjobs. Those girls had nothing on this. Nothing on the way it felt to have Jared’s hands, backed by Jared’s strength anchoring his hips to the bed as he sucked Jensen’s cock right down his throat. He heard Jared cough and sputter, pull up for a second and breathe. Somehow the fact that Jared was trying so hard made it all the hotter. Because god knew if Jared had ever sucked a dick before. Jensen wasn’t privy to that info, and right now, he didn’t much care, because if this was Jared’s first time, he was a goddamn prodigy.
Jensen wanted to come in Jared’s mouth, and he wanted to see Jared’s dick, and he wanted to make him come and he couldn’t figure out how to do all of it, and it was making him frantic. He clutched at Jared’s hair, tugging until Jared let his dick slide out of his mouth with a truly obscene pop.
“Get up here, get your dick out. Shit.” Jensen was pulling, dragging at him and Jared was trying to comply, but was softly laughing, too.
“Why, Jensen Ackles. The mouth on you.” And then Jared was right there. “Seriously, the fucking mouth on you.” Jared was up on his hands, above Jensen, zeroing his gaze on Jensen’s mouth. He dipped down for a kiss, tugging the bottom lip between his teeth. Jensen closed his eyes, breathing too hard to think, and reached down Jared’s torso, scrambling to get his hands into Jared’s shorts, to finally feel the dick that had been grinding into him earlier. Hard in his hands, slippery, and holy fuck, he had Jared’s dick in his hands. He stilled, eyes locking on Jared’s.
They stopped everything for a breath, eyes darting around each other’s faces. And then Jensen smiled a little, felt the answering warmth of Jared’s smile.
“Goddamn, you are one hot motherfucker.” And that’s the Jared he knew, but with something new lacing the words. Something he could get drunk on, easily. He started stroking Jared as best he could from this angle. It felt awkward but seemed to actually be working just fine, if the soft grunts from Jared were any indication. Jared started stroking him again, his dick already wet with spit and he lost track, but it didn’t take long for him to feel the impending orgasm building low in his gut. A tight, hot feeling that he couldn’t stop, couldn’t even slow. He came with a loud moan, spurting come up his own belly, over both their hands. Jared kissed him, his hand still gently cupping Jensen’s, even as Jensen sped up the pace, feeling Jared tense and come less than a minute later.
They were covered in sweat and sticky with come and still trading lazy kisses when a noise, a throat clearing came through the speaker.
Um, gentlemen? A pause. Jared and Jensen? Dr. Hopkins sounded distant to Jensen’s ears. And a little breathless, but he might have imagined that. He was a little distracted.
Students! The session is over.
Jensen felt his entire body flush. Holy fuck. That was on tape. He’d just gotten off as hard as he ever had in front of his Psych professor. And more to the point: with Jared. Who was now looking momentarily sheepish as he looked over to the speaker and then back at Jensen. He was pink in the face, too, and it was hard to separate exertion from embarrassment at this point. They separated, sitting apart on the bed.
We will now discontinue recording. Please do not discuss your experiences until after you’ve completed the post-study questionnaire. You may...clean up in the adjoining bathrooms. A pause. Separately, please. And thank you very much for your participation today. Thank you. Jensen could swear he’d heard Dr. H curse under her breath before she signed off, but it was hard to be sure. He was positive he would never be able to look her in the eye again, though.
They were told to exit through the door they entered and then turn immediately to the bathrooms there before returning to the testing room for the final questions. Jensen gathered his clothes on autopilot, barely able to look at Jared. He had no idea where they stood at this point, and they weren’t supposed to talk and oh god, he wanted to drag Jared back into that bed and fuck him until he couldn’t walk. What had Dr. Hopkins and her crazy study done to him?
After his shower, Jensen realized he’d left a sock behind somewhere in the room, so he slipped back in there to look for it. Once Jensen spotted it under the bed, he sat down for a moment to tug it on and then his sneakers, and his eye caught on the table by the door. The sheets were still there. Glancing around, Jensen walked over to the table.
He was waiting for Jared an hour later, sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing anxiously. He had a sheet of paper clutched in his sweaty hand, one he had folded and unfolded, read and re-read more times than he wanted to admit.
Finally, finally, the door opened. Jared froze when he saw Jensen waiting there. “Hey.”
“Hey. Shut the door, please.” Jensen got to his feet. Jared backed up, and his back hit the door a moment later.
“Listen. Before you say anything. I’m - I know that got a little crazy and I’m sorry if - please don’t hate me. I didn’t mean for it to - “
Jensen put his hand over Jared’s mouth to stop the flow of words. “Shhhh. Less talking, more reading.” He held up the piece of paper he’d stolen from the table in the room. The one Jared read before getting Jensen on the bed. The way Jared’s eyes widened when he spotted it was enough of an indication that he knew where it came from.
Letting his hand fall, Jensen looked down at the piece of paper. He read it aloud.
You are free to go.
“It’s funny, that doesn’t sound like it could be confused with ' try to suck your best friend’s brain out through his dick', but that’s how you took it.” Jensen cocked his head at Jared, let him sweat for a moment.
Jared’s mouth opened and shut, and then he slowly thumped his head against the door. “Shit.”
“Shit, you’re sorry I caught you or shit, you’re sorry you did it?” Jensen waited.
Jared looked at Jensen. And Jensen couldn’t help it, he started to smile.
“Shit, I want to do it again, right about now, actually. Preferably with no audience.” Jared put one hand on Jensen’s hip, carefully. “You’re not mad?”
“Not mad.” Jensen moved closer, nearly kissing Jared. “But Jared? All of this? Definitely your fault.”
Jared grinned. “I can live with that.”
Kissing his best friend on the mouth seemed like the best response, so that’s what Jensen did.
Jensen never did look Dr. Hopkins in the eye again, but he and Jared both passed her class with flying colors. The extra credit made all the difference.
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R for language, sexual situations
Length: 5700ish words
Summary: College AU. Jared has terrible ideas. Suggesting he and best friend Jensen sign up for a sex study to earn extra cash? One of his worst...and best.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn for chemm80’s prompt ‘It’s not my fault’. Thank you thank you thank you to deirdre_c for the inspiration for the fic. She is a superstar and kept me going as I wrote a ridiculous amount of fic for this time-restricted challenge.
The door banged open, smacking into the wall and Jensen flinched, nearly knocking his laptop onto the floor.
“What the -”
“Never fear, I am here!” Jared came flying into his dorm room, limbs flying, and skidded to a stop in front of Jensen.
“Seriously. Were you dropped on your head as a child?”
“Only just the once and my Mom swears I picked the alphabet back up just like that.” Jared snapped his fingers and grinned, wide as anything, and totally unfazed. He yanked the desk chair around and straddled it in front of Jensen, who was still clutching his laptop on his bed. “But enough about my glorious childhood. I have kickass news.”
Jensen covered his mouth, scrubbing back and forth. He was afraid to ask.
“Come on, ask me what it is. Ask me how I have come up with the best solution ever come up with to solve our dire financial straits.” Jared gestured with both hands, nodding.
“I’m truly afraid to ask. Do I need to make a list of all the ideas you’ve had before to fix our money problems?” Jensen arched an eyebrow.
Jared waved his hands dismissively. “Details. All in the past. And your eyebrows totally grew back that last time, so I don’t know why you were so pissed. This plan, though? Awesome.” He held up both hands and started ticking off his points. “One, the money is guaranteed. Two, it’s one fucking thousand American fucking dollars each.”
Jensen closed his laptop. This deserved at least his undivided attention. Despite the fact that it was most likely going to be the worst plan of all time. And potentially illegal. But for a thousand dollars? He’d consider a lot.
“Three, it’s totally university sanctioned. Four, we get extra credit for Psych and I’m fucking failing that class. And five, sex.” He held up his thumb, nodding and leering.
“Could you repeat the last thing, because for a second there I thought you said sex.” Jensen blinked.
“Did. I totally said sex. You like sex, Jensen. Don’t you?”
Jensen felt a flush making a valiant effort to cover his face despite his frantic warnings. “Dude. Who doesn’t like sex?”
“Exactly! This is why it’s the best plan. Recap: $1000. Extra credit. Sex.”
“Jared. How are these things connected to each other? Because if you’re suggesting the solution to our being poor is to turn into hookers or whatever, you’re about to get dropped on your head again.” Jensen narrowed his eyes. And to think he’d been actually getting work done before Jared bounced in here.
“Oh, Jensen. One, I think you could totally get more than a grand for your ass on the street, don’t sell yourself short. And two, Dr. Hopkins is running a sex study. And she’s paying good money. Upfront! For us to have sex!”
Jensen barely had time to recover from Jared appraising his ass. (And why his ass? What the fuck?) Because: “For us to have sex?” Jensen didn’t know his voice could get that high.
“Oh, dude. What? No, not us. But like each of us. With ...someone.” Jared seemed vaguely hesitant for the first time since he arrived.
“A stranger. Whom I will get paid to have sex with. And somehow this doesn’t sound like prostitution to you?”
“But...Dr. Hopkins said it was for a grant and there would be tests and controls and no, like actual sex, and...and...extra credit.” Jared shrugged up a shoulder. “It will be totally cool. You’ll see.”
“Jared.”
“Hmm?”
Jensen glared, feeling tension building in his shoulders. He put his laptop aside in case he needed to strangle his roommate. “Jared. Did you already sign us up?”
Jared stood up slowly, backing up with his hands up. “There was a deadline. And my cell phone battery was dead and...it... I...yes?”
It turned out despite having legs shorter than the giraffe that he roomed with, Jensen could actually take Jared in a footrace. Jared’s yelp when Jensen tackled him was almost enough to make up for the fact he’d been sold out by his roommate, almost literally.
“I hate you.”
Jared rubbed his chin gingerly. “You scraped all the skin off my chin when you tackled me in the hall, aren’t we even?”
Jensen hissed, “Even? Even?! Do you not see where we are?” He gestured around the waiting room. “And why are there only guys in here?”
“Probably the girls are separate until it’s time for the bow-chicka-wow-wow, you know?” Jared winked at him
“Let me repeat: I hate you.” Jensen crossed his arms and kicked his legs out in front of him, scowling at the floor. If he’d had more than $4.32 in his bank account, he’d still be at home in bed, fuck Jared and fuck extra credit and fuck all of this...this fucking. Or whatever. But shit. His scholarship didn’t pay for stuff like food and he could only get so many hours at the campus bookstore. The thousand dollars would help. A lot. He closed his eyes. Fuck. A sex study. He couldn’t wait to take the written questionnaire that was coming up. He was pretty sure they would be asking if he was a virgin and he’d have to be honest. Damn Jared. Damn him.
“I’ll buy you pizza tonight when this is all over. And beer. There could be beer.” Jared’s voice was low in his ear, cajoling.
Jensen opened his eyes just long enough to roll them. “Better be.”
Jared’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder. “There ya go. Turn that frown upside down, Jen.”
“Still hating you.”
“It won’t last. Never does.” He patted him again and then let go.
Jensen glanced over at Jared, who was calm as a cucumber to all appearances. Sprawled out in the chair, hands laced and tucked behind his head. He was pretty sure his roommate was not a virgin. He’d had a girlfriend all through high school back in Texas, Jared had said. And he dated enough around campus for Jensen to feel pretty sure. Not that he spent time thinking about it. And not that he should right now, god.
The door opened, jerking Jensen out of his thoughts. Dr. Hopkins came in, holding a clipboard and looking quite pleased to see them all. “Good morning, students. Thank you for giving up your Saturday to aid my research.” She smiled at them all as she adjusted her glasses with a wink. “Though I’m sure the funding didn’t hurt, am I right?”
Jensen half-smiled. He liked Dr. H. Maybe this would work out okay. Surely she wouldn’t - he wouldn’t have to - well, he just hoped it would work out. He felt Jared’s elbow nudge his ribs.
“Gonna be fine, see?”
Jensen shrugged. He wasn’t quite ready to give Jared credit.
“We will start with a written questionnaire. I must ask that you be one hundred percent honest in all your answers. No one will see your responses but me. The data will be compiled for the study but your names will never be included, so please. Honesty.” She looked at each of the dozen students in the room in turn, and Jensen felt his face heat.
What kind of questions was she going to ask?
3. What is your sexual orientation?
Easy. Jensen marked A. Heterosexual
4. If you answered A. to Question 3: Have you ever had sexual thoughts about someone of your own gender?
Jensen blinked. Put his pencil down and wiped his hands off on his jeans. He was alone in the small room, since Dr. H had separated each of the students. No one to see him flush abruptly. He picked up his pencil.
A. Yes. Thinking of long fingers and strong shoulders when jerking off every once in awhile? Totally natural, he was pretty sure. He was 19, for God’s sake. A strong breeze could get him hard.
5. If you answered A to Question 4: Have you ever acted on these impulses?
He assumed jerking off didn’t count as acting in this case, so he put no.
The rest of the questions were just as personal, just as sexual, but Jensen’s brain kept circling back to those, and wishing he had thought to write in pencil so he could lie now. Something about being asked those questions put way too many ideas in his head, especially in this context. Why would it matter if he’d ever thought about a guy like that, if he was going to do stuff with a girl?
The answer to that question arrived about twenty minutes later, but Jensen was too busy having a minor heart attack to acknowledge it.
“What - what are you doing in here?” The door closed behind him, and Jensen didn’t move away from it. The room was mostly empty. A chair, a bed, a lamp on a table. And Jared. Jared was there, sitting on the bed, looking as shocked as Jensen.
“I don’t know. They told me to come to this room. There must be a mistake.”
A voice came over the speaker in the corner and Jensen jumped. No mistake. Jensen, Jared, this is Dr. Hopkins. You have been paired in the study based on your responses to the questionnaire. She paused, and there was just quiet for the moment. Jensen’s gaze drifted to Jared as the questions zipped through his brain at warp speed. The wheel in his brain screeched to a halt on: sexual thoughts, same gender, impulses. That had to - but that also meant that maybe Jared had -
Before Jensen could put voice to his questions, before Jared could do anything but stare at him, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed rapidly, Dr. Hopkins spoke again. Her voice was calm and steady, and Jensen tried to latch onto it, swinging his eyes to the speaker. Anything but Jared for the moment.
As we discussed during the orientation, we will be recording the session, both video and audio. I will be asking you to follow my instructions. You signed a release indicating you would do so, but if you are unable to comply, you are free to leave. She paused. Unfortunately, we cannot offer you the stipend if you do not complete the session.
Jensen swallowed. He looked at Jared. They didn’t say a word.
Okay, let’s begin. Dr. Hopkins cleared her throat, and then continued. Jensen, please come over to Jared.
Before he could decide what to do, his legs took him to the bed, and he stood there in front of his friend. His knee bumped Jared’s, and they both flinched a little.
The monitors you are wearing will transmit information about heart rate and respiration. We will observe other indicators visually.
Jensen stared down at Jared, who looked steadily up at him. Jared’s voice was a whisper, a purely unfamiliar and soft sound. “Whatever happens. It’s - it’s not my fault.” Jared swallowed. “Okay, the fact that we’re here is my fault. But the rest - I didn’t know. I swear.”
He looked genuinely scared and nervous and Jensen stopped blaming Jared for the position they were in. He couldn’t have known.
There will be several phases. The stack of papers on the table by the door provide your basic instructions. Read and follow each one. Do not flip to the next page until you have completed each page’s task. I will interject only as needed. When I do, I must ask that you comply. Do you understand?
As one, they nodded.
It is important that one of you read the instructions, and only one. Who will do so?
Jensen shrugged. Jared looked at him, and answered. “I’ll do it.”
Begin.
Jared turned towards the pages on the small table a few feet away The top sheet looked blank. He reached over and flipped it.
“Well, what’s it say?” Jensen turned his head to look. The text was much too small for him to see, and he had been told not to, anyway.
Jared cleared his throat, and read it. “Undress each other. Down to underwear.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Jensen steeled himself. He’d seen Jared half-naked before, in the bathrooms in the dorm, at the gym, in their room. This was no biggie. Of course, he’d never helped Jared get to that state before.
Before he could ask how they should start, Jared’s hands were on his jeans, unsnapping the button. “Holy shit. We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
“Looks like. Come on, it’s better that it’s us, right? Better than doing this with a stranger?” Jared looked halfway pleading and all Jensen could think was that those hands had just undone his pants. And were now pulling the zipper down.
“I guess. Yeah. I mean, right. Uh, stand up.” There was no further voiceover from Dr. H so Jensen figured they got to do this the way they wanted.
He reached out and grabbed the hem of Jared’s t-shirt. He could see where it was damp under the arms, around the neck. Jared was sweating, and the scent of him was familiar, strong. He grabbed the fabric and pulled upwards, watching as Jared lifted his arms, helping. The shirt came off easily, ruffling Jared’s hair as it did and Jensen dropped his hands, the shirt still clutched in one. Being aware of Jared’s ridiculous body was one thing, but revealing it himself? Something entirely different. He wanted to drag a hand down those abs, feel the bumps and ridges of muscle for himself.
“Okay, you.” Jared reached out and started unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen wished he’d dressed more casually. This took longer, and he felt Jared’s fingers twisting in the buttons, brushing his skin underneath as the shirt slowly came open. When it was all the way unbuttoned, Jared pushed it down his arms and it fell to the floor. Without much hesitation, Jared reached for Jensen’s jeans to finish the job he started. “Sit.”
Jensen sat. Jared knelt down, took off his shoes, and socks, hands warm and shaking a little. Then he tugged on the jeans, and Jensen had to lift his hips and god, was it warm in this room? Were they cranking up the heat on purpose?
He was suddenly in nothing but boxers, and this was beyond weird. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed or freaked out, but it wasn’t hot. Jensen felt like running.
“Jensen. Calm down. It’s cool.”
“Is it, Jared? We’re - we don’t know what else - this is fucked up.”
“Yeah, a little. But, well, do you want to quit?” Jared was still on the floor, kneeling. His jeans on, shirt off. It did something weird to Jensen. Made his stomach flip in a way he wasn’t familiar with.
Jensen shook his head. “Just get up so we can get this over with.”
“You always like this in the bedroom? Girls must love your enthusiasm.” Jared shook his head and got to his feet.
Jensen blushed a furious red, feeling entirely too exposed. He scowled at Jared’s stomach as he undid the button on his pants.
“Dude. Jensen. I was just kidding - I’m sure the girls love you.”
Without lifting his eyes to Jared’s, hands stilling on the waist of his jeans, Jensen frowned. “Whatever. I guess.” He unzipped the jeans, and pushed at the denim. Jared’s hands came to stop his.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not important. Come on.” Jensen kicked himself for his muttering and worked Jared’s jeans lower, trying not to notice how he filled out his briefs.
“I think it might be important.” Jared let his jeans fall and kicked out of them and his flip flops.
Next page, please, gentlemen. Dr. Hopkins’ voice crackled through the speaker, startling them both.
Jared stepped away and flipped the page. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and then he turned back to Jensen. “Jensen, tell me what you meant?”
“Tell me what the page says, Jared.” Jensen’s heart was starting to race. He felt more naked than he was.
“It says to touch each other, exposed skin only.”
Jensen needed to act, needed Jared not to ask him questions. Yes, he was a virgin. Yes, he’d had sexual thoughts about Jared. But it was all just - late night bullshit. He would never have - he didn’t think he wanted to - Jensen told himself to shut the fuck up and just do this. The sooner they did, the sooner they could go home and pretend it never happened.
He got to his feet abruptly. Put his hands out and touched Jared’s chest. It was warm and solid, thick with muscle. Jared inhaled sharply as Jensen dragged his hands down, fingers spreading to cover more skin. His ring finger caught on Jared’s nipple, and he felt the skin pebble under his hands.
“Shit.” Jared swore under his breath and suddenly he was touching Jensen, too. Hands on his waist, light and careful.
It felt good, to feel Jared’s strong hands on him. Jensen was questioning everything about himself suddenly. He liked the way Jared loomed over him, the way his shoulders were broad, filling his vision. Jared’s hands lifted off his waist, hovering in midair for a moment before coming to rest on his shoulders. It was awkward, and then Jared’s thumb stroked his neck, and a shiver ran right through him. The other hand came off his shoulder, fingertips light against Jensen’s neck. Jared’s thumb landed on Jensen’s chin, and then lifted to catch his bottom lip. The rough pad dragged across his skin and Jensen couldn’t help looking up at Jared’s face. Jared’s eyes were locked on his mouth, on the movement of his thumb.
Jared’s eyes moved to meet his and he jerked back, hands coming fully off Jensen. He coughed, looking away. “Is that - is that good?”
Next page, please. Dr. Hopkins’ reply made them both still for the moment.
Jared stepped back to the table and after flipping the page, he stayed there for a moment, his back to Jensen. And goddamn, his back. Solid columns of muscle, tapering to a small waist, long legs. It was hard not to stare, with nothing else to keep his attention. Finally, Jared turned around, and now he looked nervous.
“Well?”
“Uh, we - we need to kiss.”
It shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was a sex study after all. There would probably be more after the kiss, Jensen just wasn’t going that far in his mind.
Jared was in his space, hands on Jensen’s face abruptly and then before he could protest, a hard press of lips to his own, there and gone. He blinked. It was like getting lightly smacked in the mouth. Hardly a kiss.
Again. Dr. Hopkins’ voice was firm.
Jensen took one of Jared’s hand in his, looking up into wild, panicked eyes. “Calm down. Just a kiss. Impress me, Padalecki.” He winked, not sure where the boldness came from, but there it was. He was so used to Jared being the cocksure one at all times, it felt good to take over the role. This was his friend, his best friend. They could handle this. He felt calmer than he had since they’d entered the room.
Stepping closer, Jensen held tight to that hand and tilted his head, licked his lips. He heard a little sound from Jared, then a tightening of his grip. Jared’s hand cupped his face again, thumb pressing against his bottom lip and then he leaned in. This time, it was like slow motion. Jensen could feel the heat of Jared’s breath against his face right before their lips made contact. Warm and yielding, and Jensen kissed him back immediately. Somewhere in the last couple of minutes, Jensen had accepted that he wanted to do this. And that this was probably his only chance. He was going to seize it and make it as good as he could, and help Jared to the other side.
When Jared’s tongue slid along the seam of Jensen’s mouth, he jerked, mouth opening. He felt Jared clutch his waist, and then he was being moved, stopping when his back hit the wall. Jared’s thigh shoved forward, pressing between his legs, and Jensen groaned, breaking the kiss, needing air. Jared’s mouth landed on his neck, moving up to kiss the skin behind his ear and then taking his mouth again, even as he ground his thigh harder into Jensen’s suddenly very interested dick. Jared took Jensen’s head in his hands and angled it, thumbs pressing his jaw further open, and this was not just a kiss, this was a full on assault on Jensen’s mouth, eager and aggressive. Jensen gave way, yielded the territory to Jared, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears. His hands grabbed onto Jared, the fabric of his boxers bunching under his grip.
When Jared took a breath, he kept his forehead against Jensen’s, breath gusting soft against his cheek. “Impressed yet, Ackles?” The voice was raw and wrecked, nothing he’d ever heard from Jared. A voice you’d only hear in the dark, hard against your skin, and Jensen could only manage a soft laugh, his knees actually a little weak.
“That all ya got?” He smiled, reached up to wipe his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Shit, you little - " Jared’s answering smile was wicked, his hands shifted to press against Jensen’s hips, thumbs tracing the line of muscle there.
“Next page, please.”
Jensen jerked against the wall, muscles gone stiff. How the fuck did he forget there was someone watching this, directing this? His professor, no less?
Seemingly taken by the same jarring thought, Jared stepped away. He looked debauched, hair mussed, though Jensen had no recollection of grabbing it. Jared stared at him for a moment, a hard look from head to toe and he’d never been looked at quite like that before. There was a possession there, an aggression.
It was fucking hot, is what it was. He stayed very still, waited. His dick was fully hard in his boxers, distorting the fabric, and Jared’s eyes landed there, hooked for a moment. Jensen couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Jared’s underwear, too. The very large bulge, in fact.
Without a word, Jared turned toward the table and flipped the page. He stared down at the sheet for a hard moment before turning back with heat in his eyes.
“The bed, Jensen.”
Jensen’s eyebrows arched up toward his hairline.
“I mean, could you please lie on the bed?” Jared looked wrecked, skin of his chest flushing red as he walked - no, more like stalked towards Jensen. It looked like the politeness was taking all of his effort.
Jensen looked at the bed, neatly made. Unassuming. “What are you going to do?” Because that’s what it felt like. Like Jared was going to do things to Jensen.
“Please.” That’s all he said. Jensen stared at him. And then his legs moved without being told, and he sat on the bed, felt the mattress give under him. Just a sheet on top, soft against his legs.
He put his hands behind him and scooted up, getting his feet up on the bed. The whole time, Jared watched. Eyes on him, mouth parted. There was a power in what he was doing to Jared just by complying. And Jensen, Jensen found he liked it. He liked it a lot. Pulling himself up until his head was on the pillow, Jensen reached above his head and loosely clasped the bars of the bed frame. Not even sure why he did that, but maybe because he wanted Jared to see him obey, and then take it one step further.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Jared pressed his hand to his chest briefly, coming closer.
“Don’t know.” Jensen shook his head, let his legs stretch out. And then he parted them slightly, and that seemed to trigger something in Jared. He was between Jensen’s legs in a matter of seconds, hands hard on Jensen’s thighs as he kneeled there.
“Jesus, is this okay?” Jared looked down at him, hands shifting restlessly, brushing the bottom hem of his boxers. “Tell me it’s okay.”
Jensen tried to answer, and his mouth had gone dry. He swallowed, wet his lips and nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Jared closed his eyes, exhaled, and then leaned forward. Before Jensen could even react, Jared’s mouth was closing around the bulge of his dick. He sucked, wetting the fabric, making the dark blue cotton cling, mold to the shape of his cock. Hands tightened on the bars of the bed as Jensen’s knees jerked, widening, opening himself further to Jared with a moan. Jared’s hands on his thighs pressed out, keeping him open as he looked his fill.
Sliding his gaze upward, he caught Jensen’s eyes. They stared at each other, and it was both familiar and thrilling, new. “Need to see you.” He shifted back down the bed, pulling on Jensen’s boxers as he went and Jensen was able to pull his legs together enough to let him. To let Jared, his best friend, strip him naked on this strange bed in this stranger room, under the strangest of circumstances.
Jared angled between Jensen’s legs, and pressed down into him, so much skin-to-skin contact as they kissed. The kiss ratcheted up to the same level of intensity pretty quickly, and now there was the addition of Jared’s long, hard body, rocking slowly into him, shoving his still-covered erection right into Jensen’s. He moaned, long and low, breaking the kiss. Jared kissed across his face, dragging his lips along Jensen’s jawline as he took Jensen’s cock in hand and stroked it, base to tip.
“Holy shit!” Jensen bucked up into the tight grip, at the sudden sensation, the near pain of it. Jared did it again, just as hard and Jensen’s knees locked around his hips, his head shoved back into the pillow. He felt Jared’s mouth on his neck, heard hot murmurs against his skin, but he couldn’t think, couldn’t function beyond the slick sliding tightness around his dick as Jared stroked him.
“Gonna taste you, okay?” Those words made it through the fog and Jensen clutched Jared’s shoulders, nodding.
Jared’s mouth was heaven, hot and wet suction like he’d never felt. Jensen was a virgin, sure, but he’d had a few blowjobs. Those girls had nothing on this. Nothing on the way it felt to have Jared’s hands, backed by Jared’s strength anchoring his hips to the bed as he sucked Jensen’s cock right down his throat. He heard Jared cough and sputter, pull up for a second and breathe. Somehow the fact that Jared was trying so hard made it all the hotter. Because god knew if Jared had ever sucked a dick before. Jensen wasn’t privy to that info, and right now, he didn’t much care, because if this was Jared’s first time, he was a goddamn prodigy.
Jensen wanted to come in Jared’s mouth, and he wanted to see Jared’s dick, and he wanted to make him come and he couldn’t figure out how to do all of it, and it was making him frantic. He clutched at Jared’s hair, tugging until Jared let his dick slide out of his mouth with a truly obscene pop.
“Get up here, get your dick out. Shit.” Jensen was pulling, dragging at him and Jared was trying to comply, but was softly laughing, too.
“Why, Jensen Ackles. The mouth on you.” And then Jared was right there. “Seriously, the fucking mouth on you.” Jared was up on his hands, above Jensen, zeroing his gaze on Jensen’s mouth. He dipped down for a kiss, tugging the bottom lip between his teeth. Jensen closed his eyes, breathing too hard to think, and reached down Jared’s torso, scrambling to get his hands into Jared’s shorts, to finally feel the dick that had been grinding into him earlier. Hard in his hands, slippery, and holy fuck, he had Jared’s dick in his hands. He stilled, eyes locking on Jared’s.
They stopped everything for a breath, eyes darting around each other’s faces. And then Jensen smiled a little, felt the answering warmth of Jared’s smile.
“Goddamn, you are one hot motherfucker.” And that’s the Jared he knew, but with something new lacing the words. Something he could get drunk on, easily. He started stroking Jared as best he could from this angle. It felt awkward but seemed to actually be working just fine, if the soft grunts from Jared were any indication. Jared started stroking him again, his dick already wet with spit and he lost track, but it didn’t take long for him to feel the impending orgasm building low in his gut. A tight, hot feeling that he couldn’t stop, couldn’t even slow. He came with a loud moan, spurting come up his own belly, over both their hands. Jared kissed him, his hand still gently cupping Jensen’s, even as Jensen sped up the pace, feeling Jared tense and come less than a minute later.
They were covered in sweat and sticky with come and still trading lazy kisses when a noise, a throat clearing came through the speaker.
Um, gentlemen? A pause. Jared and Jensen? Dr. Hopkins sounded distant to Jensen’s ears. And a little breathless, but he might have imagined that. He was a little distracted.
Students! The session is over.
Jensen felt his entire body flush. Holy fuck. That was on tape. He’d just gotten off as hard as he ever had in front of his Psych professor. And more to the point: with Jared. Who was now looking momentarily sheepish as he looked over to the speaker and then back at Jensen. He was pink in the face, too, and it was hard to separate exertion from embarrassment at this point. They separated, sitting apart on the bed.
We will now discontinue recording. Please do not discuss your experiences until after you’ve completed the post-study questionnaire. You may...clean up in the adjoining bathrooms. A pause. Separately, please. And thank you very much for your participation today. Thank you. Jensen could swear he’d heard Dr. H curse under her breath before she signed off, but it was hard to be sure. He was positive he would never be able to look her in the eye again, though.
They were told to exit through the door they entered and then turn immediately to the bathrooms there before returning to the testing room for the final questions. Jensen gathered his clothes on autopilot, barely able to look at Jared. He had no idea where they stood at this point, and they weren’t supposed to talk and oh god, he wanted to drag Jared back into that bed and fuck him until he couldn’t walk. What had Dr. Hopkins and her crazy study done to him?
After his shower, Jensen realized he’d left a sock behind somewhere in the room, so he slipped back in there to look for it. Once Jensen spotted it under the bed, he sat down for a moment to tug it on and then his sneakers, and his eye caught on the table by the door. The sheets were still there. Glancing around, Jensen walked over to the table.
He was waiting for Jared an hour later, sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing anxiously. He had a sheet of paper clutched in his sweaty hand, one he had folded and unfolded, read and re-read more times than he wanted to admit.
Finally, finally, the door opened. Jared froze when he saw Jensen waiting there. “Hey.”
“Hey. Shut the door, please.” Jensen got to his feet. Jared backed up, and his back hit the door a moment later.
“Listen. Before you say anything. I’m - I know that got a little crazy and I’m sorry if - please don’t hate me. I didn’t mean for it to - “
Jensen put his hand over Jared’s mouth to stop the flow of words. “Shhhh. Less talking, more reading.” He held up the piece of paper he’d stolen from the table in the room. The one Jared read before getting Jensen on the bed. The way Jared’s eyes widened when he spotted it was enough of an indication that he knew where it came from.
Letting his hand fall, Jensen looked down at the piece of paper. He read it aloud.
You are free to go.
“It’s funny, that doesn’t sound like it could be confused with ' try to suck your best friend’s brain out through his dick', but that’s how you took it.” Jensen cocked his head at Jared, let him sweat for a moment.
Jared’s mouth opened and shut, and then he slowly thumped his head against the door. “Shit.”
“Shit, you’re sorry I caught you or shit, you’re sorry you did it?” Jensen waited.
Jared looked at Jensen. And Jensen couldn’t help it, he started to smile.
“Shit, I want to do it again, right about now, actually. Preferably with no audience.” Jared put one hand on Jensen’s hip, carefully. “You’re not mad?”
“Not mad.” Jensen moved closer, nearly kissing Jared. “But Jared? All of this? Definitely your fault.”
Jared grinned. “I can live with that.”
Kissing his best friend on the mouth seemed like the best response, so that’s what Jensen did.
Jensen never did look Dr. Hopkins in the eye again, but he and Jared both passed her class with flying colors. The extra credit made all the difference.