FIC: Wasted on the Young (2/2)
For header, notes, etc. please see part one.
Wasted on the Young
ii.
Of course, Jared doesn't have a swim suit, at least not one that he's willing to wear. Thankfully, the sportswear store is not that crowded. Jared takes off immediately for the kiddie section and Jensen grabs him by the collar before he can get too far. "Walk, do not run." Jared nods and walks very deliberately and carefully until Jensen releases the scruff of his shirt and he skips off. Jensen catches up to him in the swimsuit aisle as he's holding up a pair of blue and yellow trunks.
"Spongebob!" Jared shouts.
"Not so loud," Jensen says, grabbing the trunks. "Use your indoor voice-dear God, I'm turning into my mother. Father!" One of the salespeople walks by Jensen, giving him the eyebrow.
"Spongebob!" Jared whispers.
"Jared, I don't think that will fit. Here, let's see." Jensen scans the rack for a bigger suit; maybe one will be large enough. When he turns around Jared's shirtless, and about to pull down his pants in the middle of the aisle.
"Jared! No! What are you doing?" Jensen grabs him, trying to pull his pants back up because he's pretty sure they're going to get thrown out or arrested or worse.
"It'll fit! I can show you."
"Jared you can't do that here! You have to go, here." Jensen grabs his clothes and the swimming trunks, pushing him towards the dressing rooms. He opens up the first stall nudging Jared in and shutting the door.
Jared stands on his toes so his head peeks out over the top of the door. "Now what?"
"You try it on!"
"I thought you said indoor voices?"
Jensen bangs his head against the wall behind him and mutters. "For the love of God, I'm taking you to the damn waterpark and buying you the damn swimsuit and you with the pajamas and the applesauce and the Spaghetti-O's and the things that can't touch and the-"
Jared knocks on the stall to get Jensen's attention. "Okay, come see!" Jensen opens the door and while the trunks do fit Jared, they're still small. Very, very small. And tight, and maybe hanging just a little too low, in the front. Jensen can see the lines of Jared's hipbones, the hair running down from his navel into Spongebob's smiling face. The stretching of the fabric in all the places Jensen wants them to stretch.
"Looks good," Jensen says in a small voice. And then Jared turns around to look in the mirror and Jensen stares holes into his strong, broad back, looking down and fuck Jensen can see the curve of Jared's ass sticking out at him. The shorts are way too low and Jensen can just see the top of his crack and he wants to drop to his knees and lick it. Hold either sides of Jared's hips and run his tongue there, hear Jared moan and lean into the touch but not this Jared, his Jared. Jensen blinks, realizing he's hard as hell and Jared's right in front of him, innocent sweet smile.
"Jared, you go wait outside, okay. Go look at something else." Jensen breathes and Jared shrugs and leaves him in the dressing room.
"I want the flip-flops too!" Jared shouts at him.
"Fine!" Jensen says and tries to think about baseball, or Kim Manners wearing a pink taffeta prom dress. With a little tiara and fairy wings. Jensen's old math teacher in a thong and maybe a stole wrapped around her neck. A furry brown mink stole on one of those old rich ladies with opera glasses. The woman in his head gets taller and taller and her hair goes all shaggy and suddenly it's Jared. And Jensen's the stole wrapped around his neck, she pets the little furry-foxy head with one pinky in the air and Jensen does not need to dwell on that image one minute more-it pretty much kills any lingering feelings of arousal he had.
Jared bops out of the store wearing a brand new Scooby-Doo backpack containing all the other items Jensen bought him, the flip-flops and the matching visor and a couple of pairs of Spiderman underoos.
*
They get to the water park a little after eleven. They seem to be pretty much the only ones in there without little kids in tow-although Jensen totally does have a little kid in tow. It's just that no one knows it. The Spongebob swim trunks should maybe be a giveaway, but none of the mothers seem to be interpreting them as such. They aren't ogling Jared in the "oh look, it's a little kid in a grown man's body" sort of way; they're ogling him in the "damn, that's a hot man in a tiny pair of swim trunks" sort of way, which is a look Jensen's all too familiar with, seeing as it's plastered all over his own face.
Jensen's doing his best to ignore it, though, because Jared's ass is so not the point of this excursion, and especially not in the context of the question that's been in Jensen's head ever since he found Jared playing with the sex toys under his sink: which would feel better around his dick, the penis sleeve or Jared's ass? Jensen's money is absolutely on Jared's ass, for the record, mostly because it's part of Jared, who would be sweating and panting and clenching beneath him... That's not the point, though. That's completely and utterly not the point.
The point is that Jared just ran off and got on one of the big slides that end in a deep pool, and Jared is flailing at the bottom because he's five years old in his brain and he doesn't know how to swim.
It's less dramatic than it could have been. Jensen dives into the pool after him and pulls him to the side before the lifeguards even notice that anything has happened.
"What'd you do that for?" Jensen yells. "You should know better than to go on the big slides when you can't swim!"
Jared's bottom lip starts to quiver. "But when I go with Mommy and Daddy I get to go on the big slides! Mommy says it's okay as long as I wear my water wings!"
"But you aren't wearing your water wings," Jensen says, wanting to beat his head against the concrete. Then he makes the conscious decision to stop yelling, because any more of that lip-quiver and Jared's actually going to start crying, and he really can't deal with that right now. "Look, it's okay. I'm sorry. You just scared me, okay? I was just yelling because I was scared."
"Oh," Jared says in a small voice. "I'm sorry I scared you, Jensen."
"It's okay," Jensen says, nearly letting go of the side of the pool when Jared hugs him. "Shh, it's okay."
"Um," says a fifteen-year-old pimply lifeguard. "I'm sorry, sir, but you're going to have to clear out of the way so people can slide." She pauses, taking a good look between them. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yeah, he's just my retarded cousin," Jensen lies quickly, disentangling himself from Jared. "He just gets scared easily. Come on, buddy, we've got to move."
"Okay," Jared says, pulling himself out of the water. "If you get me water wings, can I go on the big slides?"
Jensen exhales. "Sure, we can get you water wings."
There's a store Jensen remembers seeing near the front of the park that looked like it sold beach towels and pool toys. Apparently Jared remembers it too, because he grabs Jensen's hand and drags him back there, and sure enough, he finds a pair of water wings that he says look just like the ones he's got back home. The largest size they've got is a child's extra large, though, which look like Jared could wear them as a bracelet, and the pretty teenage water park employee is giving them a really strange look-but after Jensen gives the retarded cousin explanation again she turns incredibly sympathetic and finds two child's size inner tubes that fit snugly around Jared's biceps.
"Okay!" Jared says happily. "Now I can go on the big slides, right?"
"Right," Jensen says, getting out his credit card to pay for the makeshift water wings.
"I wanna go in the pool with the waves, too!" Jared says. "Except for then I need to have a kickboard!"
The girl finds a full-sized boogie board for him. It still looks like a kickboard in Jared's hands.
"Okay, now I'm ready!" Jared says. "Let's go!" He grabs Jensen's hand and pulls him back out of the store, the girl smiling after them.
It occurs to Jensen eventually that they have to be the weirdest sight ever: a pair of adult men, one of whom is wearing Spongebob Squarepants swim trunks and a pair of inner tubes on his arms, running around the water park. But he's so busy following Jared on every single slide in the damned place that he doesn't have too much time to worry about it. They shoot inner tubes through rapids and fly through tunnels and squat on mats to ride down an enormous racing slide (Jared wins the race, but barely). It's fun. Jensen knows he shouldn't be encouraging this, because reminding Jared of how much he likes being a kid isn't gong to make him want to return to being an adult, but it's not like he can really take away the boogie board and the water wings or anything, not when the last thing he wants is for Jared to get upset again.
So Jensen goes along with splash fights and seeing how long they can hold their breath underwater and bodysurfing in the wave pool. He draws the line, though, when Jared wants to play under the giant mushroom fountain in the kids' section.
"But it squirts water out the top and you get to stand under it and, and, and it's really fun!" Jared says.
"I think I'm gonna sit this one out," Jensen tells him. "You go ahead."
Jared looks unhappy for a moment, but then he says, "Okay!" and gallops over toward the giant mushroom. It's a toadstool like in cartoons-red with white dots on top-and water is cascading over the top of it, rushing down the sides. Jared is laughing and jumping underneath it, trying to get as much of the water on him as possible, and each time he leaps up in the air his junk flies up with him and it's just-Jensen is totally not supposed to be staring at Jared right now, but it's just a little distracting, as is the water running down his back and the way he's laughing and-
"Oh dear God, I'm a pedophile," Jensen says under his breath.
Except it's maybe a little louder than he meant for it to be, because one of the mothers near him sucks in a breath and runs away quickly, and before he can even really figure out what's going on, the mother is returning with a pair of security guards, who're saying, "Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave the park immediately."
Jensen gapes. "But-oh my God, you thought I-no, I promise it's not-"
"Now, sir, if you don't want us to call the cops," one of the guards says grimly.
"But I need to get my friend!" Jensen says urgently.
"Oh dear God, there's more than one of you?" the mother says.
The security guards barely give Jensen enough time to retrieve Jared's Scooby Doo backpack from the lockers before they kick them out of the park.
"We see you around here again and we really will call the cops!" one of the security guards yells after them. It's really easier to go along with it all than it is to fight them; plus, it's not like Jensen was really ever planning on coming back to the water park again anyway.
Jared, though, is looking sad in the passenger seat. "But we didn't go on all the water slides yet!"
"I know, buddy, I know," Jensen says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Hey, how about we go get some ice cream?"
Jared perks up at that. "Can it be chocolate? And vanilla? And cookie dough? And-"
*
Jensen buys him The Bucket. It's got fifteen scoops of ice cream, hot fudge, hot caramel sauce, a chocolate chip cookie, a brownie, whipped cream and a cherry on top. It's served in a beach bucket with a little shovel. Jared orders it with fifteen different flavors of ice cream, and eats it with the shovel. He makes Jensen help him a little, but Jensen reaches his upper limit of ice cream consumption a few scoops in. Jared keeps going, though. It only takes him about half an hour before he's finished with the whole thing.
"That was impressive," Jensen says, staring at how Jared's stomach is pooching out.
"I'm a big boy! I can eat lots of ice cream," Jared says, patting his stomach. It growls ominously.
"Um, yeah, I saw. You sure you're not going to be sick?" Jensen asks.
"I'm okay," Jared says happily. "Can we go home now and watch a movie? I want to watch a movie. I want to watch 101 Dalmatians!"
"I don't know if we have 101 Dalmatians," Jensen says. It doesn't seem to faze Jared, though-he's already off and running talking about the other possible movies he wants to watch, none of which Jensen has. He thinks he might still have a copy of Mary Poppins lying around somewhere; hopefully, that'll do the trick. He's pretty sure that if he lets Jared keep talking long enough, he'll actually list every kids' movie ever made, and then Jensen will be in the clear.
About halfway between the ice cream place and Jensen's house, the rumbling in Jared's stomach starts to reach a worrying crescendo. "You sure you're going to be okay?" Jensen says, looking over at him.
Jared is very, very green. "I don't feel so good," he says.
"Whoa, okay," Jensen says, steering toward the side of the road, "let's pull over and let you-"
It's too late. Jared hurls all over the dashboard. And hurls. And hurls more. The worst part is? It's purple.
*
"Sorry, Jensen," Jared says. They're standing in the garage under Jensen's building while Jensen does his best to wipe the truck down with a beach towel. It's not very effective. Jensen's never seen this much puke in his life. It's all over the entire passenger side of the dashboard, and the window, and the floor, and also all over Jared himself.
"It's okay," Jensen says. "You know what, I'll deal with this later. Let's go get you cleaned up."
"Okay!" Jared says, bounding over to the elevator and pushing the button for Jensen's floor.
The damage is a little too extensive for Jensen to be able to get by with just wiping Jared off. He's got ice cream refuse all over his face and his stomach, and his hair has dried in ridiculous-looking spikes from all the water park chlorine. Jensen takes a long look at him and sighs.
"Are you old enough to take a shower, Jared?" he asks.
"Nope," Jared says. "My mommy says I'm too little. I might drown."
"I was afraid of that," Jensen says. "Okay, bath it is."
"Do you have a rubber ducky?" Jared asks. "I always have a rubber ducky when I take baths."
"I don't think I-"
"Yes, you do!" Before Jensen can tell him not to, Jared dives back under the bathroom sink and comes up triumphant with a rubber ducky. "See?"
"How did-" that get there, Jensen means to finish, but then he has a horrible flash of Austin making him play Bert and Ernie in the bathtub, which never actually happened but totally could have, and suddenly he doesn't feel the need to question the rubber ducky anymore. "Never mind. Let's just get you in the bath."
It's pretty much the best discovery of Jensen's life when he finds some bubble bath left over from Josh's kids, because that means much less of Jared to see in a bathtub. He dumps the rest of the bottle in the bathtub while the water's running, and the entire tub fills with thick foam.
"All right, Jared, water's ready!" Jensen says.
Jared starts playing with the elastic waist of his swim suit.
"No no no," Jensen says hastily. "Keep your bathing suit on."
"Okay," Jared says, plopping down in the bathtub and sending about half the water running down the sides. It's a big bathtub, but there's still nowhere near enough room for Jared's entire body to fit in it, so his feet are hanging over the sides. The bubble bath is still covering his crotch, at least, which is concealed by the bathing suit anyway, so it's not like it matters, and Jensen wouldn't be looking at it even if it weren't concealed.
Jensen's pretty sure that five year olds aren't old enough to know how to wash their own hair, but he's also pretty sure that he's going to spontaneously combust if he actually has to touch Jared, so he tells him to dunk underwater for a second and get some of the chlorine out, and considers it good enough.
"Look, Jensen! Rubber Ducky can dive really deep, like he's a submarine!" Jared says, plunging the rubber ducky under the water.
"Yeah, he's really deep down there," Jensen says, shifting backwards to avoid the spray.
"Rubber Ducky says there's a submarine at the bottom of the ocean," Jared says, squirming around in the bathtub.
"Okay," Jensen says.
"The submarine is coming up to the surface!" Jared says. "Almost there! There!"
Jensen doesn't have nearly enough time to do anything about it: Jared flings himself upwards and there's Jared's cock, breaking the surface of the water.
"It's a submarine!" Jared says.
"Gyah," Jensen says. Jared's cock isn't a submarine. It's a U-Boat, or maybe an oil tanker, or some other kind of really big boat. It's an aircraft carrier. Jensen wants to die impaled on it. He sort of wants to die already just for having the thought.
"See the submarine?" Jared says.
"Yes," Jensen says, shielding his eyes. "I saw the submarine. Can the submarine go back underwater now?"
"Okay," Jared says.
Jensen hates to ask, but: "Also, what happened to your bathing suit?"
"It's right here!" Jared says, pulling it out from under the water and foisting it triumphantly over his head, drenching Jensen in the process.
"Awesome," Jensen says. "That's awesome."
*
Somehow Jensen manages to get Jared out of the bath and into a pair of sweatpants without actually seeing his cock again. It's a fucking miracle. It doesn't actually make a bit of difference, though. Jensen gets Jared set up in front of the TV with Dora the Explorer on and goes to take a quick shower himself-but the moment he gets in the stall and takes off his bathing suit, he's got his cock in his hand. He doesn't even have to think about Jared in the bathtub; the image comes to his mind unbidden. "Fucking submarine," Jensen swears as he comes all over the tiles.
He feels like a horrible person afterwards. He's not going to do it again.
*
Jared decides that tonight is Spaghetti-O's night. He calls them 'pasketti-O's', eats most of the two cans before he gets bored and moves on to part of Jensen's TV dinner, and then passes out on the couch while they watch 101 Dalmatians, which it turned out Jensen did have after all.
When Jensen tries to make the couch back up, though, Jared insists on sleeping with him again. Jensen doesn't really even bother putting up a fight. The ensuing erection is completely inevitable, but it only takes him five minutes in a cold shower to will it down instead of ten, so he's counting that as a victory. He still doesn't get a whole lot of sleep.
*
When he gets Jared up and fed in the morning, he tries another name on the lists of doctors to call. She's got a thick French accent, and scolds him after he explains what he's been doing.
"Oh no, no you shouldn't be trying to shock him or trick him out of it! You need to engage him, on his level. He doesn't need a surrogate so much as he needs a peer right now."
"What are you trying to say?" Jensen asks warily.
"I'm saying, you need to let your own inner child out for a bit."
"I'm pretty sure I had that removed along with my wisdom teeth."
"Well bring it back! Forget about adulthood, responsibilities, taxes and love-handles for one afternoon and just let yourself enjoy being a kid again."
Jensen decides he hates new-age hypno-therapists with a fiery passion as he hangs up the phone. He goes to the hall closet and takes out the big cardboard box of his niece and nephew's stuff. It's filled with hot wheels, Tonka trucks, Barbies, ponies, plastic dinosaurs, jump ropes, finger-paints, games like Twister and Candy-Land, stuffed animals and a Play-Doh kit.
He carries it to the living-room where Jared's zonked out in front of the TV watching The Wiggles, and he walks in front of the screen and puts it down right in front of Jared. Jensen fixes him with a determined stare-one he usually pulls out when Dean Winchester has to face down one of those Big Bads on the show.
"Let's play."
*
"These are girl toys, Jensen," Jared says, tossing aside the pink Barbies and reaching deeper in the box to pull out a pair of Build-a-Bears. "Oooh! Look this one's a cowboy bear!" He holds up the one with the red leather cowboy hat and lasso.
Jensen takes a deep breath and tries to think of what a kid would say, or at least what a kindergarten teacher would. "Yeah. . . and this one's a bear-tender at the best teddy-bear saloon in Texas." Jensen takes the other bear and clears his throat, putting on his best drawl. "What'll it be, pardner? 'Nother round of sarsaparillas?"
Jared blinks at Jensen, then laughs. "It should be San Antonio! Best saloon in San Antonio."
*
"Got any. . . fives?"
"You're cheating, I know you're cheating and when I find out," Jensen grumbles and hands over his five.
"Your turn!" Jared chirps.
"Any. . . eights?"
"Eat fish!"
Jensen stuffs his mouth full of goldfish crackers. Jared's decided that it determines how many cards you can draw, and as arbitrary rules go, Jensen's pretty cool with it.
*
"So! You can be this guy," Jared hands Jensen the triceratops. "And I'm this one." Jared holds up the T. Rex.
"Ackleceratops it is!"
Jared laughs, "I wanna name too!"
"We can call yours. . . Jaredina," Jensen says grinning.
"Okay, so now they have to. . . fight!" Jared slams his dinosaur into Jensen's and making growling noises. Jensen pulls back with a yelp when he starts rapping his knuckles.
"Hey! Watch it there, Jaredina."
"Sorry."
"Dinosaurs didn't fight like that anyway, Jared."
"Well, how did they fight?"
"Like this," Jensen says smacking Jared on the side of the head with a pillow.
Jared looks like he might burst into tears, or throw another tantrum and run off, but instead he grabs another pillow and starts swinging at Jensen, who ducks and dodges out of the way, rolling on the carpet with laughter.
*
Jensen's face hurts and they both agree it's time to take a break. The other day Jared put himself down for a nap when he got too tired, but instead Jared's sticking to him while Jensen fixes them a snack. Which is just a pile of cookies and a glass of milk.
"Sah whufs nef?" Jared asks, crumbs flying everywhere. Jensen sucks in a breath and resists the urge to wipe his face, or tell him to slow down.
"What'd you say?"
Jared swallows. "What's next?"
Jensen thinks on it, swirling his cookie around in milk before taking a giant bite out of it, not caring that he's adding to the fine layer of crumbs coating the kitchen table.
"We should definitely strap the Barbie dolls to the trucks and play bumper cars. The ponies and the Care Bears can watch, I got nothin' against them."
Jared gapes at him. "Wow... You're the coolest grown-up in the world."
"Yeah, I know."
*
Jensen twitches his nose; the finger-paint probably didn't translate that well to face-paint, and he's going to have to deal with the rainbow itching on his left cheek until he can scrub it off when Jared's not paying attention.
"Left foot green!" Jared shouts.
Jensen says a silent prayer he doesn't throw out his back this time and somehow angles himself just right and hits his mark. Jared huffs and spins for himself, landing on right-hand red. He reaches over Jensen's stomach to the dot on the other side, but doesn't see the little red toy truck camouflaged in the circle. The whole room is a mess anyhow, it was bound to happen with the toys thrown everywhere.
So Jared's hand slips, and he goes crashing down on top of Jensen, who loses his balance and ends up on his back on the floor. They're laughing though, and Jensen beams at him as Jared lies across his body. "I win."
"Yeah," Jared stops, picks his head up. "You do," he says and-Jensen notices how close he is, and how much closer he's getting. Because Jared's moving towards his face, his mouth and he's so close. He's leaning in and kissing Jensen, lips connecting with lips and it's somewhere in-between gentle and hard and it's perfect. It's perfect like the way people kiss in movies, or at their wedding because it's just enough pressure, but without all the licking or tonguing or anything that'd make the minister blush. It's perfect.
When Jared pulls back nice and slow, dreamy smile on his face Jensen snaps out of it because it's not really the Jared he thinks about kissing, and he scoots back on his feet, knocking Jared off of his torso and scrunching up the Twister mat.
"Jared! No! No-no you can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"You're just a kid! You can't-I can't!"
"Dude, I'm twenty-five."
*
Jensen spends a good ten minutes just staring at him with his mouth hanging open. Jared actually gets bored because they're not talking or kissing or anything so he goes to finish off the rest of the Spaghetti-O's.
"So, wait. You? When did you?" Jensen says as he regains his ability to speak.
"About an hour ago." Jared says, scraping sauce off the bottom of the bowl with his finger. "I think in-between the Mr. Potato-head derby and the Nerf battle over the couch. Which I totally would've won even if I was still five, by the way."
"But the-what? Why didn't you? I let you paint a rainbow on my face, asshole!"
"Yeah, that was pretty awesome," Jared laughs to himself, licking the sauce from his thumb. "But before, I just didn't really want to burst the bubble, Jen. You looked so damn happy and you were smiling and c'mon, we were having fun."
"Nnngh! Cookies! Play-Doh! Kissing!"
Jared stands up and walks to Jensen, grabbing his face and kissing him again. Jensen stops and sighs into it, letting Jared walk him back into the living room. They stumble over the mess it's become. And Jared pushes him down on the floor, back onto the carpet and pillows, straddling his hips. "Now, where were we. Oh yeah. Hi Jensen. I am a twenty-five year old man. And I kissed you. What'cha gonna do about it?"
Jensen kisses him this time, letting Jared's teeth scrape over his bottom lip. Jensen moans low in his throat and pulls himself up; flush against Jared's body, wrapping their legs together and twining his arms around Jared's neck.
"Should've told me sooner, Jensen," Jared breathes, "but man, I was pretty dumb not to see it from the start."
"See what? That I like guys?"
"That you like me. That you look at me like I'm the only other person in the room."
"Hate to break it to you, but most of the time you are, Jared."
"No, c'mon that's not the point-" Jensen cuts him off with a kiss. "This is the part where you confess you've been secretly in love with me this whole time, Jensen. And you tell me how strong and handsome and-"
"Modest."
"-and modest and humble and awesome at Guitar Hero I am. And then you rip off all your clothes and say 'Take me now!'"
"Huh. And here I thought you were the one who couldn't keep his pants on."
"You dated a guy who wore long johns!"
"Apparently I'm doing it again." Jensen shrugs, and Jared leans in to breathe in his neck, teeth gently nipping the skin below his ear.
"Really?"
"Well, if you want to-"
"I want to."
"Good to know, because the next time I kiss you, it's gonna get a whole lot more PG-13 in here. I may even go all the way to NC-17."
Jared smiles. "I think I'm mature enough to handle these adult situations. But clothes? Honestly, Jensen, they're not going to rip themselves off."
Jensen laughs and helps Jared out of his shirt and starts unhooking his belt. Jared follows suit getting Jensen to shrug out of his button-up and sliding his belt off. They shrug out of their jeans and Jensen lays back on the carpet, Jared atop him kissing his way down his chin, his neck and chest. Jensen shifts his hips up towards Jared's and his cock starts to harden.
Jared reaches down to stroke himself, and Jensen ruts up again. Jared takes both of them in his huge, warm hand but there's too much friction. Jensen nods and tells him, "Unnnhh, hall closet, box in back behind the coats." Jared kisses him for good measure and goes to shift through Jensen's naughty things.
"Nice porn collection. Hey! I totally have this one too! But I think it's with lesbians, yeah, never mind, it's the lesbian version of A Cockwork Orange. It's um . . . A Clockwork Orgy."
"Jared!"
"Oh, right! Got it!" Jared holds up the tube of astroglide. "Sorry, sorry, I never see anybody else who likes porn versions of Kubrick films. Did you ever see 2001: A Spanking Odyssey?" Jared lays back down on his side next to Jensen.
Jensen rolls his eyes and grabs the lube, slicking up his hand and grabbing Jared's cock and stroking. "Dr. Loveglove was much better. Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love His Bum."
Jared's not really concentrating on anything but the feeling of Jensen's hand on his cock; his eyes roll back in his head and he shakes it off to move so he's lying on top of Jensen again. They're grinding against each other, while Jared licks into Jensen's mouth as Jensen writhes beneath him. Jensen's hands moving down his back, to grab his ass and squeeze hard. Jared grinds harder against him.
Jensen's hands cup his ass, kneading it deep and Jared just grinds harder against Jensen, moaning and sucking on his neck. God, it's the most perfect ass, round and firm against Jensen's pressure. And it's attached to Jared, his best friend, his constant companion, his-
His Jared. The one he knows and loves, the man he's become. Jensen likes to think that maybe this was just a look at who he was, what he started out as and how far he's come.
Though, he can get used to this kind of clinging, and Jared's big, thick hands on his slicked-up cock, stroking him to orgasm, light at the backs of his eyes. He lets his head fall back against the rug and his hands move up from Jared's backside, up his spine and the sweat-slicked skin there, settling on his shoulders and tucking him close. Jared grinds against him, biting down on Jensen's lower lip again as he comes, wet splash of semen on Jensen's stomach. Jensen's eyes slip shut as he nods off, feeling Jared whisper dirty, sweet things into the skin between his neck and shoulder.
*
Jensen wakes up warm and satisfied, even though he's pretty sure there's a Hot Wheels embedded in his ass, and there's sticky come all over his thighs, drying and probably getting nasty. But he's too high off the endorphins to really care.
Jared's lying across him. They've pulled up the Twister mat to their waists like a blanket. He's got the dinosaurs out, running them across Jensen's belly. Ackleceratops and Pada-Rex (nee, Jaredina) are fighting an epic battle across the lines of his torso.
"Rarrr! Rarr, into the foxhole!" Jared says and tries to get one of them to fit in Jensen's navel, and he loses it right then, his stomach shaking with laughter. Jared just plays off of it, beaming at Jensen. "Oh no, earthquake! Run away!" Jensen squeezes his eyes shut; it's just too funny. Jared trails the toys up Jensen's chest, making them scramble around, tickling him.
"Ulp! End of an era, the climate has become inhospitable." Jared tosses them aside. "Extinction!"
"Oh no!" Jensen sputters.
"You killed the dinosaurs, Jensen. Massive species genocide, that's really not cool."
Jensen finally stops laughing long enough to run his thumb along Jared's pout, pressing against his mouth.
"Sorry about that."
"No, you're not," Jared laughs. "Good thing you're sexy as hell like this, all spent and messy and fuck, can we do it again? Like, maybe in the shower? With the ducky?"
"Thank God I can still seduce a hot, young thing like you." Jensen stops and goes wide-eyed and starts back-pedaling, "I mean! No, not like that young, I meant like young and legal and not-God I am not into it like that!"
"Jensen! Easy there, I know what you meant," Jared soothes, nuzzling against him.
"God, it's good to have you back," Jensen says, tangling his fingers in Jared's hair.
"Mmm … But you're gonna make me put away all these cool toys, aren't you?"
"You can still play with the Barbies."
"Can I play with your toys instead? The ones I found under the bathroom sink?" Jared waggles his eyebrows and Jensen swallows, going stiff and flushing red across his neck and his chest.
Jared leans in close and runs his fingers down Jensen's chest, voice going low and sending shivers across Jensen's body.
"Because I can think of some pretty fun things we can do together. Like I think we can make up a game where I use your vibrating penis sleeve to make you come until your brain falls out. Does that sound fun?"
Jensen presses his mouth shut, trying to keep a whimper from escaping. Jared fixes him with a dirty little smile.
"Play with me, Jensen?"
the end
ETA on 2/7/08: Now with awesome art by deadboywalking: Battle on Mt. Ackles and a sequel in which Jared and Jensen turn into Pada-Rex and Acklesaurus by dea_liberty: (Boy) Toy Story. Eeee!
Wasted on the Young
ii.
Of course, Jared doesn't have a swim suit, at least not one that he's willing to wear. Thankfully, the sportswear store is not that crowded. Jared takes off immediately for the kiddie section and Jensen grabs him by the collar before he can get too far. "Walk, do not run." Jared nods and walks very deliberately and carefully until Jensen releases the scruff of his shirt and he skips off. Jensen catches up to him in the swimsuit aisle as he's holding up a pair of blue and yellow trunks.
"Spongebob!" Jared shouts.
"Not so loud," Jensen says, grabbing the trunks. "Use your indoor voice-dear God, I'm turning into my mother. Father!" One of the salespeople walks by Jensen, giving him the eyebrow.
"Spongebob!" Jared whispers.
"Jared, I don't think that will fit. Here, let's see." Jensen scans the rack for a bigger suit; maybe one will be large enough. When he turns around Jared's shirtless, and about to pull down his pants in the middle of the aisle.
"Jared! No! What are you doing?" Jensen grabs him, trying to pull his pants back up because he's pretty sure they're going to get thrown out or arrested or worse.
"It'll fit! I can show you."
"Jared you can't do that here! You have to go, here." Jensen grabs his clothes and the swimming trunks, pushing him towards the dressing rooms. He opens up the first stall nudging Jared in and shutting the door.
Jared stands on his toes so his head peeks out over the top of the door. "Now what?"
"You try it on!"
"I thought you said indoor voices?"
Jensen bangs his head against the wall behind him and mutters. "For the love of God, I'm taking you to the damn waterpark and buying you the damn swimsuit and you with the pajamas and the applesauce and the Spaghetti-O's and the things that can't touch and the-"
Jared knocks on the stall to get Jensen's attention. "Okay, come see!" Jensen opens the door and while the trunks do fit Jared, they're still small. Very, very small. And tight, and maybe hanging just a little too low, in the front. Jensen can see the lines of Jared's hipbones, the hair running down from his navel into Spongebob's smiling face. The stretching of the fabric in all the places Jensen wants them to stretch.
"Looks good," Jensen says in a small voice. And then Jared turns around to look in the mirror and Jensen stares holes into his strong, broad back, looking down and fuck Jensen can see the curve of Jared's ass sticking out at him. The shorts are way too low and Jensen can just see the top of his crack and he wants to drop to his knees and lick it. Hold either sides of Jared's hips and run his tongue there, hear Jared moan and lean into the touch but not this Jared, his Jared. Jensen blinks, realizing he's hard as hell and Jared's right in front of him, innocent sweet smile.
"Jared, you go wait outside, okay. Go look at something else." Jensen breathes and Jared shrugs and leaves him in the dressing room.
"I want the flip-flops too!" Jared shouts at him.
"Fine!" Jensen says and tries to think about baseball, or Kim Manners wearing a pink taffeta prom dress. With a little tiara and fairy wings. Jensen's old math teacher in a thong and maybe a stole wrapped around her neck. A furry brown mink stole on one of those old rich ladies with opera glasses. The woman in his head gets taller and taller and her hair goes all shaggy and suddenly it's Jared. And Jensen's the stole wrapped around his neck, she pets the little furry-foxy head with one pinky in the air and Jensen does not need to dwell on that image one minute more-it pretty much kills any lingering feelings of arousal he had.
Jared bops out of the store wearing a brand new Scooby-Doo backpack containing all the other items Jensen bought him, the flip-flops and the matching visor and a couple of pairs of Spiderman underoos.
*
They get to the water park a little after eleven. They seem to be pretty much the only ones in there without little kids in tow-although Jensen totally does have a little kid in tow. It's just that no one knows it. The Spongebob swim trunks should maybe be a giveaway, but none of the mothers seem to be interpreting them as such. They aren't ogling Jared in the "oh look, it's a little kid in a grown man's body" sort of way; they're ogling him in the "damn, that's a hot man in a tiny pair of swim trunks" sort of way, which is a look Jensen's all too familiar with, seeing as it's plastered all over his own face.
Jensen's doing his best to ignore it, though, because Jared's ass is so not the point of this excursion, and especially not in the context of the question that's been in Jensen's head ever since he found Jared playing with the sex toys under his sink: which would feel better around his dick, the penis sleeve or Jared's ass? Jensen's money is absolutely on Jared's ass, for the record, mostly because it's part of Jared, who would be sweating and panting and clenching beneath him... That's not the point, though. That's completely and utterly not the point.
The point is that Jared just ran off and got on one of the big slides that end in a deep pool, and Jared is flailing at the bottom because he's five years old in his brain and he doesn't know how to swim.
It's less dramatic than it could have been. Jensen dives into the pool after him and pulls him to the side before the lifeguards even notice that anything has happened.
"What'd you do that for?" Jensen yells. "You should know better than to go on the big slides when you can't swim!"
Jared's bottom lip starts to quiver. "But when I go with Mommy and Daddy I get to go on the big slides! Mommy says it's okay as long as I wear my water wings!"
"But you aren't wearing your water wings," Jensen says, wanting to beat his head against the concrete. Then he makes the conscious decision to stop yelling, because any more of that lip-quiver and Jared's actually going to start crying, and he really can't deal with that right now. "Look, it's okay. I'm sorry. You just scared me, okay? I was just yelling because I was scared."
"Oh," Jared says in a small voice. "I'm sorry I scared you, Jensen."
"It's okay," Jensen says, nearly letting go of the side of the pool when Jared hugs him. "Shh, it's okay."
"Um," says a fifteen-year-old pimply lifeguard. "I'm sorry, sir, but you're going to have to clear out of the way so people can slide." She pauses, taking a good look between them. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yeah, he's just my retarded cousin," Jensen lies quickly, disentangling himself from Jared. "He just gets scared easily. Come on, buddy, we've got to move."
"Okay," Jared says, pulling himself out of the water. "If you get me water wings, can I go on the big slides?"
Jensen exhales. "Sure, we can get you water wings."
There's a store Jensen remembers seeing near the front of the park that looked like it sold beach towels and pool toys. Apparently Jared remembers it too, because he grabs Jensen's hand and drags him back there, and sure enough, he finds a pair of water wings that he says look just like the ones he's got back home. The largest size they've got is a child's extra large, though, which look like Jared could wear them as a bracelet, and the pretty teenage water park employee is giving them a really strange look-but after Jensen gives the retarded cousin explanation again she turns incredibly sympathetic and finds two child's size inner tubes that fit snugly around Jared's biceps.
"Okay!" Jared says happily. "Now I can go on the big slides, right?"
"Right," Jensen says, getting out his credit card to pay for the makeshift water wings.
"I wanna go in the pool with the waves, too!" Jared says. "Except for then I need to have a kickboard!"
The girl finds a full-sized boogie board for him. It still looks like a kickboard in Jared's hands.
"Okay, now I'm ready!" Jared says. "Let's go!" He grabs Jensen's hand and pulls him back out of the store, the girl smiling after them.
It occurs to Jensen eventually that they have to be the weirdest sight ever: a pair of adult men, one of whom is wearing Spongebob Squarepants swim trunks and a pair of inner tubes on his arms, running around the water park. But he's so busy following Jared on every single slide in the damned place that he doesn't have too much time to worry about it. They shoot inner tubes through rapids and fly through tunnels and squat on mats to ride down an enormous racing slide (Jared wins the race, but barely). It's fun. Jensen knows he shouldn't be encouraging this, because reminding Jared of how much he likes being a kid isn't gong to make him want to return to being an adult, but it's not like he can really take away the boogie board and the water wings or anything, not when the last thing he wants is for Jared to get upset again.
So Jensen goes along with splash fights and seeing how long they can hold their breath underwater and bodysurfing in the wave pool. He draws the line, though, when Jared wants to play under the giant mushroom fountain in the kids' section.
"But it squirts water out the top and you get to stand under it and, and, and it's really fun!" Jared says.
"I think I'm gonna sit this one out," Jensen tells him. "You go ahead."
Jared looks unhappy for a moment, but then he says, "Okay!" and gallops over toward the giant mushroom. It's a toadstool like in cartoons-red with white dots on top-and water is cascading over the top of it, rushing down the sides. Jared is laughing and jumping underneath it, trying to get as much of the water on him as possible, and each time he leaps up in the air his junk flies up with him and it's just-Jensen is totally not supposed to be staring at Jared right now, but it's just a little distracting, as is the water running down his back and the way he's laughing and-
"Oh dear God, I'm a pedophile," Jensen says under his breath.
Except it's maybe a little louder than he meant for it to be, because one of the mothers near him sucks in a breath and runs away quickly, and before he can even really figure out what's going on, the mother is returning with a pair of security guards, who're saying, "Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave the park immediately."
Jensen gapes. "But-oh my God, you thought I-no, I promise it's not-"
"Now, sir, if you don't want us to call the cops," one of the guards says grimly.
"But I need to get my friend!" Jensen says urgently.
"Oh dear God, there's more than one of you?" the mother says.
The security guards barely give Jensen enough time to retrieve Jared's Scooby Doo backpack from the lockers before they kick them out of the park.
"We see you around here again and we really will call the cops!" one of the security guards yells after them. It's really easier to go along with it all than it is to fight them; plus, it's not like Jensen was really ever planning on coming back to the water park again anyway.
Jared, though, is looking sad in the passenger seat. "But we didn't go on all the water slides yet!"
"I know, buddy, I know," Jensen says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Hey, how about we go get some ice cream?"
Jared perks up at that. "Can it be chocolate? And vanilla? And cookie dough? And-"
*
Jensen buys him The Bucket. It's got fifteen scoops of ice cream, hot fudge, hot caramel sauce, a chocolate chip cookie, a brownie, whipped cream and a cherry on top. It's served in a beach bucket with a little shovel. Jared orders it with fifteen different flavors of ice cream, and eats it with the shovel. He makes Jensen help him a little, but Jensen reaches his upper limit of ice cream consumption a few scoops in. Jared keeps going, though. It only takes him about half an hour before he's finished with the whole thing.
"That was impressive," Jensen says, staring at how Jared's stomach is pooching out.
"I'm a big boy! I can eat lots of ice cream," Jared says, patting his stomach. It growls ominously.
"Um, yeah, I saw. You sure you're not going to be sick?" Jensen asks.
"I'm okay," Jared says happily. "Can we go home now and watch a movie? I want to watch a movie. I want to watch 101 Dalmatians!"
"I don't know if we have 101 Dalmatians," Jensen says. It doesn't seem to faze Jared, though-he's already off and running talking about the other possible movies he wants to watch, none of which Jensen has. He thinks he might still have a copy of Mary Poppins lying around somewhere; hopefully, that'll do the trick. He's pretty sure that if he lets Jared keep talking long enough, he'll actually list every kids' movie ever made, and then Jensen will be in the clear.
About halfway between the ice cream place and Jensen's house, the rumbling in Jared's stomach starts to reach a worrying crescendo. "You sure you're going to be okay?" Jensen says, looking over at him.
Jared is very, very green. "I don't feel so good," he says.
"Whoa, okay," Jensen says, steering toward the side of the road, "let's pull over and let you-"
It's too late. Jared hurls all over the dashboard. And hurls. And hurls more. The worst part is? It's purple.
*
"Sorry, Jensen," Jared says. They're standing in the garage under Jensen's building while Jensen does his best to wipe the truck down with a beach towel. It's not very effective. Jensen's never seen this much puke in his life. It's all over the entire passenger side of the dashboard, and the window, and the floor, and also all over Jared himself.
"It's okay," Jensen says. "You know what, I'll deal with this later. Let's go get you cleaned up."
"Okay!" Jared says, bounding over to the elevator and pushing the button for Jensen's floor.
The damage is a little too extensive for Jensen to be able to get by with just wiping Jared off. He's got ice cream refuse all over his face and his stomach, and his hair has dried in ridiculous-looking spikes from all the water park chlorine. Jensen takes a long look at him and sighs.
"Are you old enough to take a shower, Jared?" he asks.
"Nope," Jared says. "My mommy says I'm too little. I might drown."
"I was afraid of that," Jensen says. "Okay, bath it is."
"Do you have a rubber ducky?" Jared asks. "I always have a rubber ducky when I take baths."
"I don't think I-"
"Yes, you do!" Before Jensen can tell him not to, Jared dives back under the bathroom sink and comes up triumphant with a rubber ducky. "See?"
"How did-" that get there, Jensen means to finish, but then he has a horrible flash of Austin making him play Bert and Ernie in the bathtub, which never actually happened but totally could have, and suddenly he doesn't feel the need to question the rubber ducky anymore. "Never mind. Let's just get you in the bath."
It's pretty much the best discovery of Jensen's life when he finds some bubble bath left over from Josh's kids, because that means much less of Jared to see in a bathtub. He dumps the rest of the bottle in the bathtub while the water's running, and the entire tub fills with thick foam.
"All right, Jared, water's ready!" Jensen says.
Jared starts playing with the elastic waist of his swim suit.
"No no no," Jensen says hastily. "Keep your bathing suit on."
"Okay," Jared says, plopping down in the bathtub and sending about half the water running down the sides. It's a big bathtub, but there's still nowhere near enough room for Jared's entire body to fit in it, so his feet are hanging over the sides. The bubble bath is still covering his crotch, at least, which is concealed by the bathing suit anyway, so it's not like it matters, and Jensen wouldn't be looking at it even if it weren't concealed.
Jensen's pretty sure that five year olds aren't old enough to know how to wash their own hair, but he's also pretty sure that he's going to spontaneously combust if he actually has to touch Jared, so he tells him to dunk underwater for a second and get some of the chlorine out, and considers it good enough.
"Look, Jensen! Rubber Ducky can dive really deep, like he's a submarine!" Jared says, plunging the rubber ducky under the water.
"Yeah, he's really deep down there," Jensen says, shifting backwards to avoid the spray.
"Rubber Ducky says there's a submarine at the bottom of the ocean," Jared says, squirming around in the bathtub.
"Okay," Jensen says.
"The submarine is coming up to the surface!" Jared says. "Almost there! There!"
Jensen doesn't have nearly enough time to do anything about it: Jared flings himself upwards and there's Jared's cock, breaking the surface of the water.
"It's a submarine!" Jared says.
"Gyah," Jensen says. Jared's cock isn't a submarine. It's a U-Boat, or maybe an oil tanker, or some other kind of really big boat. It's an aircraft carrier. Jensen wants to die impaled on it. He sort of wants to die already just for having the thought.
"See the submarine?" Jared says.
"Yes," Jensen says, shielding his eyes. "I saw the submarine. Can the submarine go back underwater now?"
"Okay," Jared says.
Jensen hates to ask, but: "Also, what happened to your bathing suit?"
"It's right here!" Jared says, pulling it out from under the water and foisting it triumphantly over his head, drenching Jensen in the process.
"Awesome," Jensen says. "That's awesome."
*
Somehow Jensen manages to get Jared out of the bath and into a pair of sweatpants without actually seeing his cock again. It's a fucking miracle. It doesn't actually make a bit of difference, though. Jensen gets Jared set up in front of the TV with Dora the Explorer on and goes to take a quick shower himself-but the moment he gets in the stall and takes off his bathing suit, he's got his cock in his hand. He doesn't even have to think about Jared in the bathtub; the image comes to his mind unbidden. "Fucking submarine," Jensen swears as he comes all over the tiles.
He feels like a horrible person afterwards. He's not going to do it again.
*
Jared decides that tonight is Spaghetti-O's night. He calls them 'pasketti-O's', eats most of the two cans before he gets bored and moves on to part of Jensen's TV dinner, and then passes out on the couch while they watch 101 Dalmatians, which it turned out Jensen did have after all.
When Jensen tries to make the couch back up, though, Jared insists on sleeping with him again. Jensen doesn't really even bother putting up a fight. The ensuing erection is completely inevitable, but it only takes him five minutes in a cold shower to will it down instead of ten, so he's counting that as a victory. He still doesn't get a whole lot of sleep.
*
When he gets Jared up and fed in the morning, he tries another name on the lists of doctors to call. She's got a thick French accent, and scolds him after he explains what he's been doing.
"Oh no, no you shouldn't be trying to shock him or trick him out of it! You need to engage him, on his level. He doesn't need a surrogate so much as he needs a peer right now."
"What are you trying to say?" Jensen asks warily.
"I'm saying, you need to let your own inner child out for a bit."
"I'm pretty sure I had that removed along with my wisdom teeth."
"Well bring it back! Forget about adulthood, responsibilities, taxes and love-handles for one afternoon and just let yourself enjoy being a kid again."
Jensen decides he hates new-age hypno-therapists with a fiery passion as he hangs up the phone. He goes to the hall closet and takes out the big cardboard box of his niece and nephew's stuff. It's filled with hot wheels, Tonka trucks, Barbies, ponies, plastic dinosaurs, jump ropes, finger-paints, games like Twister and Candy-Land, stuffed animals and a Play-Doh kit.
He carries it to the living-room where Jared's zonked out in front of the TV watching The Wiggles, and he walks in front of the screen and puts it down right in front of Jared. Jensen fixes him with a determined stare-one he usually pulls out when Dean Winchester has to face down one of those Big Bads on the show.
"Let's play."
*
"These are girl toys, Jensen," Jared says, tossing aside the pink Barbies and reaching deeper in the box to pull out a pair of Build-a-Bears. "Oooh! Look this one's a cowboy bear!" He holds up the one with the red leather cowboy hat and lasso.
Jensen takes a deep breath and tries to think of what a kid would say, or at least what a kindergarten teacher would. "Yeah. . . and this one's a bear-tender at the best teddy-bear saloon in Texas." Jensen takes the other bear and clears his throat, putting on his best drawl. "What'll it be, pardner? 'Nother round of sarsaparillas?"
Jared blinks at Jensen, then laughs. "It should be San Antonio! Best saloon in San Antonio."
*
"Got any. . . fives?"
"You're cheating, I know you're cheating and when I find out," Jensen grumbles and hands over his five.
"Your turn!" Jared chirps.
"Any. . . eights?"
"Eat fish!"
Jensen stuffs his mouth full of goldfish crackers. Jared's decided that it determines how many cards you can draw, and as arbitrary rules go, Jensen's pretty cool with it.
*
"So! You can be this guy," Jared hands Jensen the triceratops. "And I'm this one." Jared holds up the T. Rex.
"Ackleceratops it is!"
Jared laughs, "I wanna name too!"
"We can call yours. . . Jaredina," Jensen says grinning.
"Okay, so now they have to. . . fight!" Jared slams his dinosaur into Jensen's and making growling noises. Jensen pulls back with a yelp when he starts rapping his knuckles.
"Hey! Watch it there, Jaredina."
"Sorry."
"Dinosaurs didn't fight like that anyway, Jared."
"Well, how did they fight?"
"Like this," Jensen says smacking Jared on the side of the head with a pillow.
Jared looks like he might burst into tears, or throw another tantrum and run off, but instead he grabs another pillow and starts swinging at Jensen, who ducks and dodges out of the way, rolling on the carpet with laughter.
*
Jensen's face hurts and they both agree it's time to take a break. The other day Jared put himself down for a nap when he got too tired, but instead Jared's sticking to him while Jensen fixes them a snack. Which is just a pile of cookies and a glass of milk.
"Sah whufs nef?" Jared asks, crumbs flying everywhere. Jensen sucks in a breath and resists the urge to wipe his face, or tell him to slow down.
"What'd you say?"
Jared swallows. "What's next?"
Jensen thinks on it, swirling his cookie around in milk before taking a giant bite out of it, not caring that he's adding to the fine layer of crumbs coating the kitchen table.
"We should definitely strap the Barbie dolls to the trucks and play bumper cars. The ponies and the Care Bears can watch, I got nothin' against them."
Jared gapes at him. "Wow... You're the coolest grown-up in the world."
"Yeah, I know."
*
Jensen twitches his nose; the finger-paint probably didn't translate that well to face-paint, and he's going to have to deal with the rainbow itching on his left cheek until he can scrub it off when Jared's not paying attention.
"Left foot green!" Jared shouts.
Jensen says a silent prayer he doesn't throw out his back this time and somehow angles himself just right and hits his mark. Jared huffs and spins for himself, landing on right-hand red. He reaches over Jensen's stomach to the dot on the other side, but doesn't see the little red toy truck camouflaged in the circle. The whole room is a mess anyhow, it was bound to happen with the toys thrown everywhere.
So Jared's hand slips, and he goes crashing down on top of Jensen, who loses his balance and ends up on his back on the floor. They're laughing though, and Jensen beams at him as Jared lies across his body. "I win."
"Yeah," Jared stops, picks his head up. "You do," he says and-Jensen notices how close he is, and how much closer he's getting. Because Jared's moving towards his face, his mouth and he's so close. He's leaning in and kissing Jensen, lips connecting with lips and it's somewhere in-between gentle and hard and it's perfect. It's perfect like the way people kiss in movies, or at their wedding because it's just enough pressure, but without all the licking or tonguing or anything that'd make the minister blush. It's perfect.
When Jared pulls back nice and slow, dreamy smile on his face Jensen snaps out of it because it's not really the Jared he thinks about kissing, and he scoots back on his feet, knocking Jared off of his torso and scrunching up the Twister mat.
"Jared! No! No-no you can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"You're just a kid! You can't-I can't!"
"Dude, I'm twenty-five."
*
Jensen spends a good ten minutes just staring at him with his mouth hanging open. Jared actually gets bored because they're not talking or kissing or anything so he goes to finish off the rest of the Spaghetti-O's.
"So, wait. You? When did you?" Jensen says as he regains his ability to speak.
"About an hour ago." Jared says, scraping sauce off the bottom of the bowl with his finger. "I think in-between the Mr. Potato-head derby and the Nerf battle over the couch. Which I totally would've won even if I was still five, by the way."
"But the-what? Why didn't you? I let you paint a rainbow on my face, asshole!"
"Yeah, that was pretty awesome," Jared laughs to himself, licking the sauce from his thumb. "But before, I just didn't really want to burst the bubble, Jen. You looked so damn happy and you were smiling and c'mon, we were having fun."
"Nnngh! Cookies! Play-Doh! Kissing!"
Jared stands up and walks to Jensen, grabbing his face and kissing him again. Jensen stops and sighs into it, letting Jared walk him back into the living room. They stumble over the mess it's become. And Jared pushes him down on the floor, back onto the carpet and pillows, straddling his hips. "Now, where were we. Oh yeah. Hi Jensen. I am a twenty-five year old man. And I kissed you. What'cha gonna do about it?"
Jensen kisses him this time, letting Jared's teeth scrape over his bottom lip. Jensen moans low in his throat and pulls himself up; flush against Jared's body, wrapping their legs together and twining his arms around Jared's neck.
"Should've told me sooner, Jensen," Jared breathes, "but man, I was pretty dumb not to see it from the start."
"See what? That I like guys?"
"That you like me. That you look at me like I'm the only other person in the room."
"Hate to break it to you, but most of the time you are, Jared."
"No, c'mon that's not the point-" Jensen cuts him off with a kiss. "This is the part where you confess you've been secretly in love with me this whole time, Jensen. And you tell me how strong and handsome and-"
"Modest."
"-and modest and humble and awesome at Guitar Hero I am. And then you rip off all your clothes and say 'Take me now!'"
"Huh. And here I thought you were the one who couldn't keep his pants on."
"You dated a guy who wore long johns!"
"Apparently I'm doing it again." Jensen shrugs, and Jared leans in to breathe in his neck, teeth gently nipping the skin below his ear.
"Really?"
"Well, if you want to-"
"I want to."
"Good to know, because the next time I kiss you, it's gonna get a whole lot more PG-13 in here. I may even go all the way to NC-17."
Jared smiles. "I think I'm mature enough to handle these adult situations. But clothes? Honestly, Jensen, they're not going to rip themselves off."
Jensen laughs and helps Jared out of his shirt and starts unhooking his belt. Jared follows suit getting Jensen to shrug out of his button-up and sliding his belt off. They shrug out of their jeans and Jensen lays back on the carpet, Jared atop him kissing his way down his chin, his neck and chest. Jensen shifts his hips up towards Jared's and his cock starts to harden.
Jared reaches down to stroke himself, and Jensen ruts up again. Jared takes both of them in his huge, warm hand but there's too much friction. Jensen nods and tells him, "Unnnhh, hall closet, box in back behind the coats." Jared kisses him for good measure and goes to shift through Jensen's naughty things.
"Nice porn collection. Hey! I totally have this one too! But I think it's with lesbians, yeah, never mind, it's the lesbian version of A Cockwork Orange. It's um . . . A Clockwork Orgy."
"Jared!"
"Oh, right! Got it!" Jared holds up the tube of astroglide. "Sorry, sorry, I never see anybody else who likes porn versions of Kubrick films. Did you ever see 2001: A Spanking Odyssey?" Jared lays back down on his side next to Jensen.
Jensen rolls his eyes and grabs the lube, slicking up his hand and grabbing Jared's cock and stroking. "Dr. Loveglove was much better. Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love His Bum."
Jared's not really concentrating on anything but the feeling of Jensen's hand on his cock; his eyes roll back in his head and he shakes it off to move so he's lying on top of Jensen again. They're grinding against each other, while Jared licks into Jensen's mouth as Jensen writhes beneath him. Jensen's hands moving down his back, to grab his ass and squeeze hard. Jared grinds harder against him.
Jensen's hands cup his ass, kneading it deep and Jared just grinds harder against Jensen, moaning and sucking on his neck. God, it's the most perfect ass, round and firm against Jensen's pressure. And it's attached to Jared, his best friend, his constant companion, his-
His Jared. The one he knows and loves, the man he's become. Jensen likes to think that maybe this was just a look at who he was, what he started out as and how far he's come.
Though, he can get used to this kind of clinging, and Jared's big, thick hands on his slicked-up cock, stroking him to orgasm, light at the backs of his eyes. He lets his head fall back against the rug and his hands move up from Jared's backside, up his spine and the sweat-slicked skin there, settling on his shoulders and tucking him close. Jared grinds against him, biting down on Jensen's lower lip again as he comes, wet splash of semen on Jensen's stomach. Jensen's eyes slip shut as he nods off, feeling Jared whisper dirty, sweet things into the skin between his neck and shoulder.
*
Jensen wakes up warm and satisfied, even though he's pretty sure there's a Hot Wheels embedded in his ass, and there's sticky come all over his thighs, drying and probably getting nasty. But he's too high off the endorphins to really care.
Jared's lying across him. They've pulled up the Twister mat to their waists like a blanket. He's got the dinosaurs out, running them across Jensen's belly. Ackleceratops and Pada-Rex (nee, Jaredina) are fighting an epic battle across the lines of his torso.
"Rarrr! Rarr, into the foxhole!" Jared says and tries to get one of them to fit in Jensen's navel, and he loses it right then, his stomach shaking with laughter. Jared just plays off of it, beaming at Jensen. "Oh no, earthquake! Run away!" Jensen squeezes his eyes shut; it's just too funny. Jared trails the toys up Jensen's chest, making them scramble around, tickling him.
"Ulp! End of an era, the climate has become inhospitable." Jared tosses them aside. "Extinction!"
"Oh no!" Jensen sputters.
"You killed the dinosaurs, Jensen. Massive species genocide, that's really not cool."
Jensen finally stops laughing long enough to run his thumb along Jared's pout, pressing against his mouth.
"Sorry about that."
"No, you're not," Jared laughs. "Good thing you're sexy as hell like this, all spent and messy and fuck, can we do it again? Like, maybe in the shower? With the ducky?"
"Thank God I can still seduce a hot, young thing like you." Jensen stops and goes wide-eyed and starts back-pedaling, "I mean! No, not like that young, I meant like young and legal and not-God I am not into it like that!"
"Jensen! Easy there, I know what you meant," Jared soothes, nuzzling against him.
"God, it's good to have you back," Jensen says, tangling his fingers in Jared's hair.
"Mmm … But you're gonna make me put away all these cool toys, aren't you?"
"You can still play with the Barbies."
"Can I play with your toys instead? The ones I found under the bathroom sink?" Jared waggles his eyebrows and Jensen swallows, going stiff and flushing red across his neck and his chest.
Jared leans in close and runs his fingers down Jensen's chest, voice going low and sending shivers across Jensen's body.
"Because I can think of some pretty fun things we can do together. Like I think we can make up a game where I use your vibrating penis sleeve to make you come until your brain falls out. Does that sound fun?"
Jensen presses his mouth shut, trying to keep a whimper from escaping. Jared fixes him with a dirty little smile.
"Play with me, Jensen?"
the end
ETA on 2/7/08: Now with awesome art by deadboywalking: Battle on Mt. Ackles and a sequel in which Jared and Jensen turn into Pada-Rex and Acklesaurus by dea_liberty: (Boy) Toy Story. Eeee!