Fic - Call me! - Jared Padalecki/Sandra McCoy
Title: Call me! 
Author: benitle
Rating: NC-17 (I guess, could also be very hard R)
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Sandra McCoy
Fandom: Supernatural RPH
Word count: 2,600
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sandy calls Jared while he’s at Jensen’s
Note: It’s the first non-slash fic that I’m ever having the guts to post. I’d love to know how I’m doing. Many, many thanks to sevenfists for beta, encouragement and general squeeage. Dedicated to you, dear. :D Cross-posted to super_real and sandywhack. Title borrowed from Blondie. For those who have friended my writing LJ and who are not familiar with Sandy, she's Jared's kickass girlfriend and I have a huge crush on her. Click for: Sandy and them together.
“They totally loved her,” Jensen beams, emerging from the kitchen, carrying two fresh bottles of beer in his hands. It looks like they're ice cold from the fridge, clear drops of water running down the long necks until they reach Jensen’s agile fingers. “They totally loved her from the first minute.”
“That’s cool, man. I mean, it’s sorta important that your parents like your girl, right?”
Jared remembers how nervous Jensen had been before he flew down to Texas this weekend to introduce his new girlfriend to his parents. Jensen’s the kind of guy who cares a lot about his parents’ opinion and the fact that they hadn’t liked Joanna - as in “no, Jensen, not at all” - in combination with the “we told you so” speech after they broke up gave him a lot to think about his parents and their views.
“Yeah, totally,” Jensen smiles as he takes a long drink from the bottle.
They chat for what seems like ages, Jensen telling about his trip to Texas and Jared telling about his weekend in LA to see Sandy. He mentions all the cool parties he went to with either Sandy or Chad (not and, mind you) - at this point Jensen states what a smart girl Sandy is for not liking a jerk like Chad, which only makes Jared wink and say that she’d be smart enough to dislike an idiot like Chris too - and all the other cool things Jared did. There’s always a lot to tell when they haven’t seen each other in a while and Jared certainly likes telling stories, even if it’s stories of him being so wasted that he threw up in some random taxi.
That’s the story he’s trying to tell as his mobile suddenly rings. He ignores it until his ring tone - it’s some Justin Timberlake song and Jensen’s told him more than once that it’s the gayest ring tone to have ever - starts for the third time, not even checking the caller’s ID, until Jensen says, “Dude, answer your fucking phone.”
Jared only shakes his head and says that he finds it rude and that if it’s important the person’ll call again later. But Jensen insists (mainly because he really hates Justin Timberlake) and tells Jared that he needs to give Tania a quick call anyway and that it would be cool now.
Jared eventually agrees and opens his phone. He smiles as he sees Sandy’s name in the display. Before he flips the mobile open and presses the button to accept the call, he clears his throat. Jensen’s on his way to the bedroom to make his own call as Jared says, “Hey baby.”
But Jared isn’t given much time to sweet-talk her as Sandy playfully snarls at him, “Padalecki, you fucking jerk. How long does it take to answer your stupid phone? Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?”
Jared wants to tell her to keep his mom out of this conversation but in the end he goes for, “I love you too, baby,” instead.
Sandy only chuckles lightly into the phone for a few moments, and then suddenly her voice switches to seductive, her bedroom voice, so to speak. “Where are you, Jared?” she asks and Jared has the bad impression that this question is not as innocent as it first may seem.
“Uhm, at Jensen’s. He came back from Texas, remember I told you about?”
“Mmmhm. Anyway,” she says totally casually and really, sometimes Jared simply does not get this woman or the way her brain works, “I need you to be naked, Jared.”
Jared coughs.
“What?”
But Sandy only returns to chuckling. “I said, Jared, that I need you to be naked now. I already am.”
For a split second, Jared gets distracted, imagining his girlfriend’s soft, naked curves, her tanned, silky skin; a thought that never fails to awaken his cock. Wait, no. Down, down, you thing, not now, not here. He’s at Jensen’s place and Jensen’s place is not the right location to get hard.
“Remember, baby, I told you I’m at Jensen’s?” Unfortunately it does not come out as determined as it sounded in his head.
“Yeah, whatever. You naked already? Otherwise I’ll start without you.”
Jared is this close to asking start what without me? but he knows better, biting his lips to keep himself from spilling out the words. However, Jared wouldn’t be Jared if he could shut his mouth for once when he’d actually need to.
“What will you start without me?” he says innocently, maybe even a little too naively.
“This,” Sandy moans and Jared knows this moan. Fuck, he’s made her moan like that often enough. “I’m already wet, Jared,” she just keeps moaning and really, everyone who ever head Sandra McCoy moan will understand too well why Jared can’t prevent his cock from growing even harder.
“Oh,” Jared says a little stupidly.
Sandy in return only groans again, right into his ear, so close and damn, Jared might as well wave his last coherent thoughts goodbye.
“I’m stroking my tits. I imagine it’s you, Jared,” she moans, “you like that, don’t you? Stroking me, making me feel good. I know you love it.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Jared answers and fuck, his pants really feel tight, way too tight.
“Stroke your cock, Jared, c’mon, baby. Imagine it’s my hand, fast and hard, just like I love doing it to you.”
Jared writhes uncomfortably in his chair. He’s torn between the thought of just giving in to his increasing arousal and the thought that this is still his best friend’s place and fucking disrespectful. Problem is that he really won’t know how to stop Sandy; he has never been good at that, even if he really wanted to.
And when Sandy moans that she’s got a little surprise to play with but that Jared needs to play along, this is where Jared forgets about his manners (the manners that his momma very well taught him, and damn, he really shouldn’t be thinking about his momma right now) and gets up. No way is he unpacking his hard-on in the lounge with the danger of Jen coming back any minute because Jensen is probably not about to have phone sex with his girlfriend.
As Jared walks around the apartment, painfully hard now, one hand holding the phone, the other hand softly rubbing the bulge in his pants, Sandy keeps telling him that she’s in their bathroom and that she’s going to take a bath now, like they did two days ago (“remember how you took me in the bathtub, Jared? Two times, hard and all evening.”)
Passing Jensen’s room he can see Jensen pacing up and down his room, phone attached to his ear, speaking quietly into the receiver and smiling happily.
“Dude, I’m using your bathroom for a second,” Jared shouts before he locks himself inside, not waiting for Jensen’s reply, just to be finally alone with Sandy, well, sort of.
“Undress,” Sandy orders immediately and Jared wouldn’t dare disagree.
Jared groans as he pulls his uncomfortably tight pants down, his hard cock allowed to spring free, slapping against his belly, wetting his shirt slightly. He’s rock hard and already leaking pre-come, because really, the thought of Sandy touching herself, her slick fingers dancing over her soft skin is almost too much to take.
Jared is currently discarding the remaining fabric as Sandy tells him how she slips into the warm water and how nice it feels against her tender cunt. “It almost feels as if you were licking me down there. Do you want to lick me, Jared?”
He doesn’t have to think one second. “God, yes. I…I want to taste you. You taste so good. Can…God, Sandy…can taste you on my tongue, in my mouth. Fuck, so good.”
Sandy releases a few pants and tells Jared how she’s stroking her wet tits again, how they’re glistening with water and how she wants it to be Jared’s big hands, cupping, stroking, kneading her because he can touch her so much better with his paws. Jared can feel his fingers itch, can feel the want even in his fingertips, the desperate want to touch and taste her, to make her feel good and her to make him feel good.
“Oh God, Jared, I’m sliding my fingers over my thighs, closer and closer to my cunt. Touch me there, oh Jared. Yeah, baby, like that.”
Jared has to give his cock a good squeeze in order to keep himself from coming here and now. He doesn’t really dare touch himself, already so hard that he fears a single stroke will make him lose it, end it way too fast. The visual of Sandy sitting in their extra large sized Victorian style bathtub, her long dark hair soaked with water, every inch of her gorgeous body glistening with little, clear pearls that reflect the light in its most beautiful facets, nearly makes him trip over the edge. Already. Jared imagines the way her cheeks are flushed when she’s aroused, shortly before coming, and then, not only her cheeks but also her throat and the soft, sensitive area around her collarbones painted in a rosy veil or how her sensitive cunt will be shimmering pink, when she’s ready, waiting for him to fill her.
She releases a soft gasp and Jared knows exactly, from that little gasp alone, that she’s rubbing at her clit, teasingly slow. At that thought alone, Jared has to sit down on the closed toilet, no longer trusting his legs as they go weak with his arousal increasing steadily. His cock is painfully hard now; dark purple too and by all means looks as if it would explode any second.
“Are you stroking yourself, Jared? I…I want you to stroke yourself,” Sandy pants.
“Yeah,” Jared moans as he slowly starts moving his hand up and down again. He uses his thumb to smear the pre-come from the head all over his cock, just the way he knows Sandy would when they’re not using any lotion or lube. Jared has to bite his lips to keep himself from groaning too loud, after all, no matter how aroused he is, he’s certainly not forgetting about Jensen who happens to be just in the next room.
“I…I can…can feel how you scratch your…your nails against the…the underside,” Jared finally manages as he uses his short nails to stimulate his cock.
Sandy tells him to also stroke his balls and how she’d roll them in her hands, how she’d make him feel good and spoil him. Jared closes his eyes because then it’s easier to imagine that she’s actually here with him, touching him and letting him touch her back.
“Need you inside, Jared, now…God, need you, Jared…need you to fuck me, please.”
There’s nothing Jared’d rather do in this particular moment than to fill her, take her hard and fast, feel her quiver around him, both of them being over-sensitive and hot and sweaty and flushed. What suddenly catches his attention is a low buzzing, humming sound and it only takes Jared a few seconds before he gets where that sound comes from. He grins and whispers into the phone that Sandy is a very naughty girl for using the little toy. But Sandy doesn’t bother answer and only gasps into the receiver, letting Jared know the exact moment she pushes the vibrator inside.
Jared stops his strokes completely, concentrating on his girlfriend’s pants and moans that, right now, seem far more interesting than his own pleasure anyway.
“Which one are you using?” Jared teases and the fact that it takes Sandy a few seconds until she can reply tells him an awful lot about how close she already must be.
“Blue one. Dolphin shaped,” she groans.
Jared can hear water splashing and knows that she must be writhing in the tub, probably rolling her sinful hips upwards, towards the toy, making it slip in deeper, just like the way she does when Jared uses it on her when they’re in bed together.
“Not as good as you, baby, but…God, oh Jared.”
It’s a sheer wonder that she manages to wriggle the vibrator to pleasure herself, hold the receiver between shoulder and ear and knead her tits with her free hand, at least this is what’s she’s telling Jared. He expects her to drop the phone any minute and only to hear silent bubbling, but it doesn’t happen. Far from it, Sandy continues groaning and cursing, because that’s what she’s always doing when she’s about to come. She tells Jared again how she imagines it was him taking her.
And then she screams into the phone. Sandy has always been a screamer when she comes; fat chance she’s able to keep her voice down, but how could Jared really mind? His cock twitches happily at the soundtrack and it’s too easy imagining what she’ll look like, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling in sharp pants, her cunt pink and shimmering and her thighs trembling weakly in aftershock. And then, that toy still between her legs.
Sandy groans lazily as she tells him that she’s pulling it out and damn, that shouldn’t be so sexy. Jared can’t help but release a moan of his own as he’s suddenly startled by a loud knock on the bathroom door.
Fuck, he did not only forget about his hard, leaking cock, but also the fact that he’s at Jensen’s, in Jensen’s bathroom and that staying there too long and making weird noises will not give the best impression.
“Dude, you ok in there?” Jensen asks.
Jared feels his cheeks burn and it’s only partly from arousal as he calls back, “Yeah, sure thing. Just one minute. Sorry, Jen.”
He can hear Sandy giggling viciously into his ear and in that typical Sandy laugh, like only she can do. So right now, Jared is confronted with a girlfriend that whispers seductively into his ear that he should start stroking himself again, a hard, quivering cock that tells him the same and a best friend on the other side of the bathroom door that says, “Erm, Jar, if you, erm, need to use the, erm, crapper, erm, it’s like, erm, totally ok, just, erm, make sure to open the window, erm, once you’re, erm, done.”
Jared wishes the earth would open up and swallow him. But since this is unlikely to happen any time soon - Jared knows his luck - he decides to finish what he started since his erection definitely won’t go away by itself any time soon.
A few quick strokes with Sandy whispering promises into his ear how she’ll suck him, long and firm and wet, next time they see each other finally bring sweet release. For a split second, Jared believes that the world around him spins and goes totally black. Desperately, he tries to keep his voice down, tries hard to keep himself from moaning, because he really doesn’t need more trouble than he’ll already have.
As soon as his breathing returned to somewhat normal, he pants into the phone, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Sandy smirks, “that was fun, huh?”
And seriously, even if Jared tried, he certainly couldn’t deny it. No matter what Jensen’ll think about him now. Once they said their “I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you”s and hung up, Jared makes sure to clean the mess he’s made (over his hand, chest and tiles on the wall) and gets dressed.
Just before he is about to step out, he grins to himself and opens the bathroom window.
-END-
Author: benitle
Rating: NC-17 (I guess, could also be very hard R)
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Sandra McCoy
Fandom: Supernatural RPH
Word count: 2,600
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sandy calls Jared while he’s at Jensen’s
Note: It’s the first non-slash fic that I’m ever having the guts to post. I’d love to know how I’m doing. Many, many thanks to sevenfists for beta, encouragement and general squeeage. Dedicated to you, dear. :D Cross-posted to super_real and sandywhack. Title borrowed from Blondie. For those who have friended my writing LJ and who are not familiar with Sandy, she's Jared's kickass girlfriend and I have a huge crush on her. Click for: Sandy and them together.
“They totally loved her,” Jensen beams, emerging from the kitchen, carrying two fresh bottles of beer in his hands. It looks like they're ice cold from the fridge, clear drops of water running down the long necks until they reach Jensen’s agile fingers. “They totally loved her from the first minute.”
“That’s cool, man. I mean, it’s sorta important that your parents like your girl, right?”
Jared remembers how nervous Jensen had been before he flew down to Texas this weekend to introduce his new girlfriend to his parents. Jensen’s the kind of guy who cares a lot about his parents’ opinion and the fact that they hadn’t liked Joanna - as in “no, Jensen, not at all” - in combination with the “we told you so” speech after they broke up gave him a lot to think about his parents and their views.
“Yeah, totally,” Jensen smiles as he takes a long drink from the bottle.
They chat for what seems like ages, Jensen telling about his trip to Texas and Jared telling about his weekend in LA to see Sandy. He mentions all the cool parties he went to with either Sandy or Chad (not and, mind you) - at this point Jensen states what a smart girl Sandy is for not liking a jerk like Chad, which only makes Jared wink and say that she’d be smart enough to dislike an idiot like Chris too - and all the other cool things Jared did. There’s always a lot to tell when they haven’t seen each other in a while and Jared certainly likes telling stories, even if it’s stories of him being so wasted that he threw up in some random taxi.
That’s the story he’s trying to tell as his mobile suddenly rings. He ignores it until his ring tone - it’s some Justin Timberlake song and Jensen’s told him more than once that it’s the gayest ring tone to have ever - starts for the third time, not even checking the caller’s ID, until Jensen says, “Dude, answer your fucking phone.”
Jared only shakes his head and says that he finds it rude and that if it’s important the person’ll call again later. But Jensen insists (mainly because he really hates Justin Timberlake) and tells Jared that he needs to give Tania a quick call anyway and that it would be cool now.
Jared eventually agrees and opens his phone. He smiles as he sees Sandy’s name in the display. Before he flips the mobile open and presses the button to accept the call, he clears his throat. Jensen’s on his way to the bedroom to make his own call as Jared says, “Hey baby.”
But Jared isn’t given much time to sweet-talk her as Sandy playfully snarls at him, “Padalecki, you fucking jerk. How long does it take to answer your stupid phone? Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?”
Jared wants to tell her to keep his mom out of this conversation but in the end he goes for, “I love you too, baby,” instead.
Sandy only chuckles lightly into the phone for a few moments, and then suddenly her voice switches to seductive, her bedroom voice, so to speak. “Where are you, Jared?” she asks and Jared has the bad impression that this question is not as innocent as it first may seem.
“Uhm, at Jensen’s. He came back from Texas, remember I told you about?”
“Mmmhm. Anyway,” she says totally casually and really, sometimes Jared simply does not get this woman or the way her brain works, “I need you to be naked, Jared.”
Jared coughs.
“What?”
But Sandy only returns to chuckling. “I said, Jared, that I need you to be naked now. I already am.”
For a split second, Jared gets distracted, imagining his girlfriend’s soft, naked curves, her tanned, silky skin; a thought that never fails to awaken his cock. Wait, no. Down, down, you thing, not now, not here. He’s at Jensen’s place and Jensen’s place is not the right location to get hard.
“Remember, baby, I told you I’m at Jensen’s?” Unfortunately it does not come out as determined as it sounded in his head.
“Yeah, whatever. You naked already? Otherwise I’ll start without you.”
Jared is this close to asking start what without me? but he knows better, biting his lips to keep himself from spilling out the words. However, Jared wouldn’t be Jared if he could shut his mouth for once when he’d actually need to.
“What will you start without me?” he says innocently, maybe even a little too naively.
“This,” Sandy moans and Jared knows this moan. Fuck, he’s made her moan like that often enough. “I’m already wet, Jared,” she just keeps moaning and really, everyone who ever head Sandra McCoy moan will understand too well why Jared can’t prevent his cock from growing even harder.
“Oh,” Jared says a little stupidly.
Sandy in return only groans again, right into his ear, so close and damn, Jared might as well wave his last coherent thoughts goodbye.
“I’m stroking my tits. I imagine it’s you, Jared,” she moans, “you like that, don’t you? Stroking me, making me feel good. I know you love it.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Jared answers and fuck, his pants really feel tight, way too tight.
“Stroke your cock, Jared, c’mon, baby. Imagine it’s my hand, fast and hard, just like I love doing it to you.”
Jared writhes uncomfortably in his chair. He’s torn between the thought of just giving in to his increasing arousal and the thought that this is still his best friend’s place and fucking disrespectful. Problem is that he really won’t know how to stop Sandy; he has never been good at that, even if he really wanted to.
And when Sandy moans that she’s got a little surprise to play with but that Jared needs to play along, this is where Jared forgets about his manners (the manners that his momma very well taught him, and damn, he really shouldn’t be thinking about his momma right now) and gets up. No way is he unpacking his hard-on in the lounge with the danger of Jen coming back any minute because Jensen is probably not about to have phone sex with his girlfriend.
As Jared walks around the apartment, painfully hard now, one hand holding the phone, the other hand softly rubbing the bulge in his pants, Sandy keeps telling him that she’s in their bathroom and that she’s going to take a bath now, like they did two days ago (“remember how you took me in the bathtub, Jared? Two times, hard and all evening.”)
Passing Jensen’s room he can see Jensen pacing up and down his room, phone attached to his ear, speaking quietly into the receiver and smiling happily.
“Dude, I’m using your bathroom for a second,” Jared shouts before he locks himself inside, not waiting for Jensen’s reply, just to be finally alone with Sandy, well, sort of.
“Undress,” Sandy orders immediately and Jared wouldn’t dare disagree.
Jared groans as he pulls his uncomfortably tight pants down, his hard cock allowed to spring free, slapping against his belly, wetting his shirt slightly. He’s rock hard and already leaking pre-come, because really, the thought of Sandy touching herself, her slick fingers dancing over her soft skin is almost too much to take.
Jared is currently discarding the remaining fabric as Sandy tells him how she slips into the warm water and how nice it feels against her tender cunt. “It almost feels as if you were licking me down there. Do you want to lick me, Jared?”
He doesn’t have to think one second. “God, yes. I…I want to taste you. You taste so good. Can…God, Sandy…can taste you on my tongue, in my mouth. Fuck, so good.”
Sandy releases a few pants and tells Jared how she’s stroking her wet tits again, how they’re glistening with water and how she wants it to be Jared’s big hands, cupping, stroking, kneading her because he can touch her so much better with his paws. Jared can feel his fingers itch, can feel the want even in his fingertips, the desperate want to touch and taste her, to make her feel good and her to make him feel good.
“Oh God, Jared, I’m sliding my fingers over my thighs, closer and closer to my cunt. Touch me there, oh Jared. Yeah, baby, like that.”
Jared has to give his cock a good squeeze in order to keep himself from coming here and now. He doesn’t really dare touch himself, already so hard that he fears a single stroke will make him lose it, end it way too fast. The visual of Sandy sitting in their extra large sized Victorian style bathtub, her long dark hair soaked with water, every inch of her gorgeous body glistening with little, clear pearls that reflect the light in its most beautiful facets, nearly makes him trip over the edge. Already. Jared imagines the way her cheeks are flushed when she’s aroused, shortly before coming, and then, not only her cheeks but also her throat and the soft, sensitive area around her collarbones painted in a rosy veil or how her sensitive cunt will be shimmering pink, when she’s ready, waiting for him to fill her.
She releases a soft gasp and Jared knows exactly, from that little gasp alone, that she’s rubbing at her clit, teasingly slow. At that thought alone, Jared has to sit down on the closed toilet, no longer trusting his legs as they go weak with his arousal increasing steadily. His cock is painfully hard now; dark purple too and by all means looks as if it would explode any second.
“Are you stroking yourself, Jared? I…I want you to stroke yourself,” Sandy pants.
“Yeah,” Jared moans as he slowly starts moving his hand up and down again. He uses his thumb to smear the pre-come from the head all over his cock, just the way he knows Sandy would when they’re not using any lotion or lube. Jared has to bite his lips to keep himself from groaning too loud, after all, no matter how aroused he is, he’s certainly not forgetting about Jensen who happens to be just in the next room.
“I…I can…can feel how you scratch your…your nails against the…the underside,” Jared finally manages as he uses his short nails to stimulate his cock.
Sandy tells him to also stroke his balls and how she’d roll them in her hands, how she’d make him feel good and spoil him. Jared closes his eyes because then it’s easier to imagine that she’s actually here with him, touching him and letting him touch her back.
“Need you inside, Jared, now…God, need you, Jared…need you to fuck me, please.”
There’s nothing Jared’d rather do in this particular moment than to fill her, take her hard and fast, feel her quiver around him, both of them being over-sensitive and hot and sweaty and flushed. What suddenly catches his attention is a low buzzing, humming sound and it only takes Jared a few seconds before he gets where that sound comes from. He grins and whispers into the phone that Sandy is a very naughty girl for using the little toy. But Sandy doesn’t bother answer and only gasps into the receiver, letting Jared know the exact moment she pushes the vibrator inside.
Jared stops his strokes completely, concentrating on his girlfriend’s pants and moans that, right now, seem far more interesting than his own pleasure anyway.
“Which one are you using?” Jared teases and the fact that it takes Sandy a few seconds until she can reply tells him an awful lot about how close she already must be.
“Blue one. Dolphin shaped,” she groans.
Jared can hear water splashing and knows that she must be writhing in the tub, probably rolling her sinful hips upwards, towards the toy, making it slip in deeper, just like the way she does when Jared uses it on her when they’re in bed together.
“Not as good as you, baby, but…God, oh Jared.”
It’s a sheer wonder that she manages to wriggle the vibrator to pleasure herself, hold the receiver between shoulder and ear and knead her tits with her free hand, at least this is what’s she’s telling Jared. He expects her to drop the phone any minute and only to hear silent bubbling, but it doesn’t happen. Far from it, Sandy continues groaning and cursing, because that’s what she’s always doing when she’s about to come. She tells Jared again how she imagines it was him taking her.
And then she screams into the phone. Sandy has always been a screamer when she comes; fat chance she’s able to keep her voice down, but how could Jared really mind? His cock twitches happily at the soundtrack and it’s too easy imagining what she’ll look like, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling in sharp pants, her cunt pink and shimmering and her thighs trembling weakly in aftershock. And then, that toy still between her legs.
Sandy groans lazily as she tells him that she’s pulling it out and damn, that shouldn’t be so sexy. Jared can’t help but release a moan of his own as he’s suddenly startled by a loud knock on the bathroom door.
Fuck, he did not only forget about his hard, leaking cock, but also the fact that he’s at Jensen’s, in Jensen’s bathroom and that staying there too long and making weird noises will not give the best impression.
“Dude, you ok in there?” Jensen asks.
Jared feels his cheeks burn and it’s only partly from arousal as he calls back, “Yeah, sure thing. Just one minute. Sorry, Jen.”
He can hear Sandy giggling viciously into his ear and in that typical Sandy laugh, like only she can do. So right now, Jared is confronted with a girlfriend that whispers seductively into his ear that he should start stroking himself again, a hard, quivering cock that tells him the same and a best friend on the other side of the bathroom door that says, “Erm, Jar, if you, erm, need to use the, erm, crapper, erm, it’s like, erm, totally ok, just, erm, make sure to open the window, erm, once you’re, erm, done.”
Jared wishes the earth would open up and swallow him. But since this is unlikely to happen any time soon - Jared knows his luck - he decides to finish what he started since his erection definitely won’t go away by itself any time soon.
A few quick strokes with Sandy whispering promises into his ear how she’ll suck him, long and firm and wet, next time they see each other finally bring sweet release. For a split second, Jared believes that the world around him spins and goes totally black. Desperately, he tries to keep his voice down, tries hard to keep himself from moaning, because he really doesn’t need more trouble than he’ll already have.
As soon as his breathing returned to somewhat normal, he pants into the phone, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Sandy smirks, “that was fun, huh?”
And seriously, even if Jared tried, he certainly couldn’t deny it. No matter what Jensen’ll think about him now. Once they said their “I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you”s and hung up, Jared makes sure to clean the mess he’s made (over his hand, chest and tiles on the wall) and gets dressed.
Just before he is about to step out, he grins to himself and opens the bathroom window.
-END-