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Title: My high school life is like a CW teen drama....... Part Three
Rating: NC-17... not yet though
Now beta-ed by the wonderful, brilliant, amazing, lovely, savoir, Candygramme!) Thank yah.
Warning: Slash/ Sex with Minors mentioned/ RPS/ AU high school fiction
Pairing: Jensen/Jared..... not yet though Chad/Jared..... not yet though
AN: DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I MAKE NO MONEY.
Summary: You've seen WB teen drama, you know what to expect.
My high school life is like a CW teen drama
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Jensen walked between the very rowdy Bobby and Jeff, who, Jensen
thought, had never learned the meaning of personal space. He slung his
arm casually over Jensen's shoulder while telling him all about his
'awesome' summer.
Jensen watched a gaggle of girls approach as they leisurely walked the
halls towards the lunchroom. He knew they would giggle and ask him
questions like, "Where in Dallas are you from?" "Do you have a
girlfriend?" "Are you going to Manny's party?", and "Do you have a
date to Manny's party yet?"
Jensen, in answer, would just shrug and give them his prized grin. The
school day was already half over, and all in all he was having a great
time. There was no awkwardness between him and his new friends. They
had the things in common that most southern boys would share.
They had hit the shit in most classes since it was the first day. They
had talked about sports teams, how the Cowboys were doing, and all the
chicks they had been doing during the summer.
Jensen had told them about how he had lost a bet last year while he
was drunk and had to join the cheer leading team for a couple of
months. They had all laughed their asses off, talking about stupid
shit they had done while they were drunk.
When they finally got to the lunch room, Jeff spoke a little to loudly
while waiting in line. " Yah dog, yah gonna be up to yah ears in pussy
by this time next week." At that moment the lunch monitor passed them,
and had looked at them with a raised eyebrow from under his glasses.
" Mr. Padalecki, now yah wouldn't want to be in the counselor's office
this afternoon when yah supposed to be trying out for the baseball
team, now would yah?" A few others had turned around as he spoke and
had watched Jeff - all 6.6 feet of him - sweat as he shook his head.
When the monitor had left Jensen couldn't help but crack up along with
all the others. " Yah stupid fucker, that was hilarious." Bobby spoke
quietly, hoping the monitor didn't hear him curse. Jeff's only
response was to punch Bobby in the shoulder as he walked to get his
coke, fries, and burger.
They had actually been slightly subdued in their cursing, and yelling
for a few minutes after they had sat down, because their mouths were
too full of greasy food and sugary drinks. Jensen had decided on a
plain chicken sandwich and Sprite for lunch. Through an opened mouth
filled with food Jeff had mumbled "Chicken is for chickens, Jenny.
What, yah a chicken?" but before Jensen could answer with his own
comeback a very puberty-stricken voice spoke first.
"Didn't momma tell yah not to talk with a full mouth, cow mouth."
Jensen looked up to meet lively, hazel green eyes, as if in a trance,
and it took him a moment to shake himself out of it and look back at
the other guys at the table.
" Hey, shut it, midget, and sit down, before I give your seat away to
someone who deserves it." Jensen watched as Jeff pulled out the seat
next to him and slapped the younger teen on his blue, bandanna-covered
head.
The younger boy stuck out his tongue as he put his tray down and then
returned his eyes to Jensen's so fast that it almost startled him.
"Who's the new guy?" The boy asked voice going to a high pitch as he
hit the u and the y at the end of his sentence.
Bobby, throwing fried potatoes at their new arrival, spoke first.
"Jared, this is Jensen. He's gonna be on the baseball team. Jensen
this is Jared. He's gonna be playing Juliet in the fall play." There
were a few laughs as Jared threw out a few curses at Bobby.
" Nah, leave my lil' bro alone, loser. He's trying out for the
football team this year, and once he gains a few pounds he'll be
perfect." Jeff said as he circled his hand around his little brother's
upper arm. Jensen couldn't help but notice that though those arms were
skinny they had the beginnings of well-sculpted muscles.
" Hey, yah know that Jensen is in your drama class. You're in drama
four, right?" Jeff's friend, Mike, spoke as he stuffed some fries into
his mouth.
As soon as he'd said that, Jensen noticed an immediate change in
Jared's face. The kid's eyes grew a little wider, and his mouth gaped
a little, giving way to the sight of his white teeth, and pink tongue
surrounded by even pinker lips, which Jensen swears he wasn't staring
at more than a minute or two.
Jared's face came closer as he leaned in with his hands on the table
and sat with his knees on the chair. Jensen swallowed as he guessed
that apparently nobody in the Padalecki family knew the meaning of
personal space. A soft-looking, tanned face approached his. "Yah
taking drama with me? I don't know any other guy in this school whose
gonna be in drama. It's only a bunch of girls."
Jensen watched as a wet tongue came out to moisten dry lips in a way
that seemed all too innocent. He was saved from what would probably
have been a very awkward moment, when Jeff pushed his brother back
down on his chair. "Slow down, puppy, yah don't wanna scare our new
friend away, dude."
Jared mumbled something that sounded like, 'sorry,' as he leaned back
on his chair and took an Oreo from his plate. Jensen watched as long
fingers twisted the chocolate sides apart, and brought the white
filling to his mouth. Jared darted his tongue out into a point and
started to lick the white cream off the chocolate cookie.
Jensen closed his eyes for a moment and willed his sudden arousal
away, just trying to concentrate on the rowdy voices of his new
friends. When he opened his eyes again, it was to watch as Jared put
the chocolate ends down back on his plate and brought his legs up onto
the table as he leaned back and ate his chips.
Jensen was gifted with the all-new sight of mile-long, tanned legs;
barely concealed by gym shorts. The kid's calf muscles were flexed,
and his knees were spread a little and seemed all too inviting. Jensen
swallowed a sip of his soda, trying to calm down the emotions that
were trying to break loose, the same way his erection wanted to.
He was broken out of his thoughts by Jeff's voice. " JT, get your damn
legs off the table. No one wants to see what yah got between there."
Rowdy laughter followed as a blushing Jared took his legs off the
table, and Jensen thanked the lord.
Changing the topic, Jared spoke with a little squeak," Jensen, yah
gonna be in the play? It's gonna be awesome. The school has to start
early with it every year, because barely no one tries out. I was in it
last year, because they went to my grammar school and asked if anyone
wanted to be in it. I played Cassio... in Othello. It was awesome. "
Jensen looked up and met Jared's eyes, and then lowered his gaze
again.
Jensen, processing all the information that was being fed to him, came
to two conclusions; apparently run-on sentences also ran through the
Padalecki family, and second, but not least important, he had a raging
hard-on for a freshman who was only just out of eighth grade. Pushing
these thoughts aside hurriedly, he looked up and realized that there
was a question for him somewhere in the tangled utterance.
"Uhm, I'm not that into Shakespeare," he answered truthfully, the dude
might have been brilliant, but to Jensen he was also boring as hell.
"Oh, it ain't Shakespeare. We're gonna be doing The Matchmaker."
Jared's words rushed out of his mouth, and Jensen could see that the
kid was trying to convince him. It was kinda sweet, and it was cute
how Jared furrowed his brow, while he was trying to convince him - and
Jensen just did not tell himself he thought the fourteen year old was
sweet or cute. He was losing it for sure.
"The Matchmaker, huh, well I always had a thing for suits from the
1800s, and I do know all the lyrics for, 'Daisy.' Sure I'll try out.
When is it." As soon as Jensen had given his answer, and right after
Jared's eyes lit up, he'd plunged his head into his book bag,
searching for something - anything. Jensen didn't want to look, and
all his higher brain cells were telling him not to look, but he was
thinking with his downstairs brain at the moment.
From his viewpoint, he could see Jared's bent form. He could see the
rise of his lower back, leading up to the curve of his lean,
shirt-covered spine. His attention slid forward as he noticed how the
basketball jersey Jared wore fit him so very loosely, and how it hung
forward as he bent, to reveal Jared's lightly muscled chest or at
least its profile, displaying a pink nipple. At that very moment as
Jensen closed his eyes he decided that what Jared was wearing should
be illegal for him and him alone to wear. Once again, Jensen found
himself willing away his arousal.
"Here yah go. One form for The Matchmaker auditions. Don't lose it,
or... well, then I'd have to give yah another one." Jensen took the
paper from Jared's huge, skinny hands and looked up to meet the kid's
the grinning face. The grin was contagious, and he had to smile back.
He kept smiling, until he started watching Jared remake his pizza.
Jensen remembered being fourteen, but he never remembered having a
craving for pepperoni pizza with hot sauce and crumbled Oreo cookies.
He and the rest of the table grimaced as Jared took a large bite.
There was a collective, 'ewww,' around the table, that Jensen couldn't
help but join in on. 'That was just abuse of pizza,' he thought to
himself.
"Jared, that's just nasty. Go sit next to the garbage can, if yah
gonna go slurping pizza with hot sauce and Oreos on it. Yah making
Jenny lose his appetite." Jensen shot a look at Jeff as he spoke, not
really wanting to be included in the conversation. Looking back at
Jared, he was met with a pout that was just too cute.
"Jensen, yah ain't disgusted, are yah? " Jared asked, as he took
another bite of his Frankenstein pizza. Jensen privately thought it
was the grossest thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't help but
shake his head in the negative at seeing that pout on Jared's face.
"Good, then take a bite and show all these pussies it ain't that bad."
Before Jensen knew it, he was face to face with a half-eaten pizza
that he didn't want anywhere near his mouth. Looking above the pizza
he met the puppyish, hazel-green eyes and looked lower to see that
Jared was biting his pink bottom lip. That was enough for Jensen; he
closed his eyes and took a bite of the pizza that was being held out
for him.
Bold tastes burst in his mouth as he opened his eyes and looked around
himself at the others. Their faces were somewhere between squeamish
and surprised. He met eyes with Jared again and smiled. " It tastes
good, you pussies. Not bad at all." He chewed the bite as he heard
Jared laugh at the others. The sound was welcome and lively to his
ears, and, before he could even swallow, the bell rang. There was a
loud, collective moan at the table as they stuffed the last bits of
food in their mouth and got up.
Jensen watched as Jared stuffed the rest of the pizza in his mouth and
got up, looked back at Jensen one last time and said goodbye with a
full mouth. Jensen waved after him and sat there for a few seconds,
contemplating... everything.
He knew he was bisexual, and whatever. He had had sex with a guy back
in Dallas and fooled around a little with others. It wasn't a big
deal. Not a big enough deal to tell his parents at least. This though,
this was different. Jared was fourteen, Jared was the little brother
of his new best friend, who was probably the most popular guy in
school, Jared was way too innocent for what Jensen was thinking, and
Jensen did know the definition of statutory rape.
In the end though, the last thought that stayed on his mind was of the
flavors that were still attacking his taste buds. The taste of sweet,
and spicy, mixed with something else that Jensen knew was all Jared.
He knew right then that common sense was not gonna stop what was
already happening. He had an ache for Jared, and it wasn't going away
anytime soon.
TBC
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AN: So what yah think. Comments would be nice. Comments are beautiful.
Rating: NC-17... not yet though
Now beta-ed by the wonderful, brilliant, amazing, lovely, savoir, Candygramme!) Thank yah.
Warning: Slash/ Sex with Minors mentioned/ RPS/ AU high school fiction
Pairing: Jensen/Jared..... not yet though Chad/Jared..... not yet though
AN: DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I MAKE NO MONEY.
Summary: You've seen WB teen drama, you know what to expect.
My high school life is like a CW teen drama
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jensen walked between the very rowdy Bobby and Jeff, who, Jensen
thought, had never learned the meaning of personal space. He slung his
arm casually over Jensen's shoulder while telling him all about his
'awesome' summer.
Jensen watched a gaggle of girls approach as they leisurely walked the
halls towards the lunchroom. He knew they would giggle and ask him
questions like, "Where in Dallas are you from?" "Do you have a
girlfriend?" "Are you going to Manny's party?", and "Do you have a
date to Manny's party yet?"
Jensen, in answer, would just shrug and give them his prized grin. The
school day was already half over, and all in all he was having a great
time. There was no awkwardness between him and his new friends. They
had the things in common that most southern boys would share.
They had hit the shit in most classes since it was the first day. They
had talked about sports teams, how the Cowboys were doing, and all the
chicks they had been doing during the summer.
Jensen had told them about how he had lost a bet last year while he
was drunk and had to join the cheer leading team for a couple of
months. They had all laughed their asses off, talking about stupid
shit they had done while they were drunk.
When they finally got to the lunch room, Jeff spoke a little to loudly
while waiting in line. " Yah dog, yah gonna be up to yah ears in pussy
by this time next week." At that moment the lunch monitor passed them,
and had looked at them with a raised eyebrow from under his glasses.
" Mr. Padalecki, now yah wouldn't want to be in the counselor's office
this afternoon when yah supposed to be trying out for the baseball
team, now would yah?" A few others had turned around as he spoke and
had watched Jeff - all 6.6 feet of him - sweat as he shook his head.
When the monitor had left Jensen couldn't help but crack up along with
all the others. " Yah stupid fucker, that was hilarious." Bobby spoke
quietly, hoping the monitor didn't hear him curse. Jeff's only
response was to punch Bobby in the shoulder as he walked to get his
coke, fries, and burger.
They had actually been slightly subdued in their cursing, and yelling
for a few minutes after they had sat down, because their mouths were
too full of greasy food and sugary drinks. Jensen had decided on a
plain chicken sandwich and Sprite for lunch. Through an opened mouth
filled with food Jeff had mumbled "Chicken is for chickens, Jenny.
What, yah a chicken?" but before Jensen could answer with his own
comeback a very puberty-stricken voice spoke first.
"Didn't momma tell yah not to talk with a full mouth, cow mouth."
Jensen looked up to meet lively, hazel green eyes, as if in a trance,
and it took him a moment to shake himself out of it and look back at
the other guys at the table.
" Hey, shut it, midget, and sit down, before I give your seat away to
someone who deserves it." Jensen watched as Jeff pulled out the seat
next to him and slapped the younger teen on his blue, bandanna-covered
head.
The younger boy stuck out his tongue as he put his tray down and then
returned his eyes to Jensen's so fast that it almost startled him.
"Who's the new guy?" The boy asked voice going to a high pitch as he
hit the u and the y at the end of his sentence.
Bobby, throwing fried potatoes at their new arrival, spoke first.
"Jared, this is Jensen. He's gonna be on the baseball team. Jensen
this is Jared. He's gonna be playing Juliet in the fall play." There
were a few laughs as Jared threw out a few curses at Bobby.
" Nah, leave my lil' bro alone, loser. He's trying out for the
football team this year, and once he gains a few pounds he'll be
perfect." Jeff said as he circled his hand around his little brother's
upper arm. Jensen couldn't help but notice that though those arms were
skinny they had the beginnings of well-sculpted muscles.
" Hey, yah know that Jensen is in your drama class. You're in drama
four, right?" Jeff's friend, Mike, spoke as he stuffed some fries into
his mouth.
As soon as he'd said that, Jensen noticed an immediate change in
Jared's face. The kid's eyes grew a little wider, and his mouth gaped
a little, giving way to the sight of his white teeth, and pink tongue
surrounded by even pinker lips, which Jensen swears he wasn't staring
at more than a minute or two.
Jared's face came closer as he leaned in with his hands on the table
and sat with his knees on the chair. Jensen swallowed as he guessed
that apparently nobody in the Padalecki family knew the meaning of
personal space. A soft-looking, tanned face approached his. "Yah
taking drama with me? I don't know any other guy in this school whose
gonna be in drama. It's only a bunch of girls."
Jensen watched as a wet tongue came out to moisten dry lips in a way
that seemed all too innocent. He was saved from what would probably
have been a very awkward moment, when Jeff pushed his brother back
down on his chair. "Slow down, puppy, yah don't wanna scare our new
friend away, dude."
Jared mumbled something that sounded like, 'sorry,' as he leaned back
on his chair and took an Oreo from his plate. Jensen watched as long
fingers twisted the chocolate sides apart, and brought the white
filling to his mouth. Jared darted his tongue out into a point and
started to lick the white cream off the chocolate cookie.
Jensen closed his eyes for a moment and willed his sudden arousal
away, just trying to concentrate on the rowdy voices of his new
friends. When he opened his eyes again, it was to watch as Jared put
the chocolate ends down back on his plate and brought his legs up onto
the table as he leaned back and ate his chips.
Jensen was gifted with the all-new sight of mile-long, tanned legs;
barely concealed by gym shorts. The kid's calf muscles were flexed,
and his knees were spread a little and seemed all too inviting. Jensen
swallowed a sip of his soda, trying to calm down the emotions that
were trying to break loose, the same way his erection wanted to.
He was broken out of his thoughts by Jeff's voice. " JT, get your damn
legs off the table. No one wants to see what yah got between there."
Rowdy laughter followed as a blushing Jared took his legs off the
table, and Jensen thanked the lord.
Changing the topic, Jared spoke with a little squeak," Jensen, yah
gonna be in the play? It's gonna be awesome. The school has to start
early with it every year, because barely no one tries out. I was in it
last year, because they went to my grammar school and asked if anyone
wanted to be in it. I played Cassio... in Othello. It was awesome. "
Jensen looked up and met Jared's eyes, and then lowered his gaze
again.
Jensen, processing all the information that was being fed to him, came
to two conclusions; apparently run-on sentences also ran through the
Padalecki family, and second, but not least important, he had a raging
hard-on for a freshman who was only just out of eighth grade. Pushing
these thoughts aside hurriedly, he looked up and realized that there
was a question for him somewhere in the tangled utterance.
"Uhm, I'm not that into Shakespeare," he answered truthfully, the dude
might have been brilliant, but to Jensen he was also boring as hell.
"Oh, it ain't Shakespeare. We're gonna be doing The Matchmaker."
Jared's words rushed out of his mouth, and Jensen could see that the
kid was trying to convince him. It was kinda sweet, and it was cute
how Jared furrowed his brow, while he was trying to convince him - and
Jensen just did not tell himself he thought the fourteen year old was
sweet or cute. He was losing it for sure.
"The Matchmaker, huh, well I always had a thing for suits from the
1800s, and I do know all the lyrics for, 'Daisy.' Sure I'll try out.
When is it." As soon as Jensen had given his answer, and right after
Jared's eyes lit up, he'd plunged his head into his book bag,
searching for something - anything. Jensen didn't want to look, and
all his higher brain cells were telling him not to look, but he was
thinking with his downstairs brain at the moment.
From his viewpoint, he could see Jared's bent form. He could see the
rise of his lower back, leading up to the curve of his lean,
shirt-covered spine. His attention slid forward as he noticed how the
basketball jersey Jared wore fit him so very loosely, and how it hung
forward as he bent, to reveal Jared's lightly muscled chest or at
least its profile, displaying a pink nipple. At that very moment as
Jensen closed his eyes he decided that what Jared was wearing should
be illegal for him and him alone to wear. Once again, Jensen found
himself willing away his arousal.
"Here yah go. One form for The Matchmaker auditions. Don't lose it,
or... well, then I'd have to give yah another one." Jensen took the
paper from Jared's huge, skinny hands and looked up to meet the kid's
the grinning face. The grin was contagious, and he had to smile back.
He kept smiling, until he started watching Jared remake his pizza.
Jensen remembered being fourteen, but he never remembered having a
craving for pepperoni pizza with hot sauce and crumbled Oreo cookies.
He and the rest of the table grimaced as Jared took a large bite.
There was a collective, 'ewww,' around the table, that Jensen couldn't
help but join in on. 'That was just abuse of pizza,' he thought to
himself.
"Jared, that's just nasty. Go sit next to the garbage can, if yah
gonna go slurping pizza with hot sauce and Oreos on it. Yah making
Jenny lose his appetite." Jensen shot a look at Jeff as he spoke, not
really wanting to be included in the conversation. Looking back at
Jared, he was met with a pout that was just too cute.
"Jensen, yah ain't disgusted, are yah? " Jared asked, as he took
another bite of his Frankenstein pizza. Jensen privately thought it
was the grossest thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't help but
shake his head in the negative at seeing that pout on Jared's face.
"Good, then take a bite and show all these pussies it ain't that bad."
Before Jensen knew it, he was face to face with a half-eaten pizza
that he didn't want anywhere near his mouth. Looking above the pizza
he met the puppyish, hazel-green eyes and looked lower to see that
Jared was biting his pink bottom lip. That was enough for Jensen; he
closed his eyes and took a bite of the pizza that was being held out
for him.
Bold tastes burst in his mouth as he opened his eyes and looked around
himself at the others. Their faces were somewhere between squeamish
and surprised. He met eyes with Jared again and smiled. " It tastes
good, you pussies. Not bad at all." He chewed the bite as he heard
Jared laugh at the others. The sound was welcome and lively to his
ears, and, before he could even swallow, the bell rang. There was a
loud, collective moan at the table as they stuffed the last bits of
food in their mouth and got up.
Jensen watched as Jared stuffed the rest of the pizza in his mouth and
got up, looked back at Jensen one last time and said goodbye with a
full mouth. Jensen waved after him and sat there for a few seconds,
contemplating... everything.
He knew he was bisexual, and whatever. He had had sex with a guy back
in Dallas and fooled around a little with others. It wasn't a big
deal. Not a big enough deal to tell his parents at least. This though,
this was different. Jared was fourteen, Jared was the little brother
of his new best friend, who was probably the most popular guy in
school, Jared was way too innocent for what Jensen was thinking, and
Jensen did know the definition of statutory rape.
In the end though, the last thought that stayed on his mind was of the
flavors that were still attacking his taste buds. The taste of sweet,
and spicy, mixed with something else that Jensen knew was all Jared.
He knew right then that common sense was not gonna stop what was
already happening. He had an ache for Jared, and it wasn't going away
anytime soon.
TBC
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AN: So what yah think. Comments would be nice. Comments are beautiful.