NC-17 | Most Likely to Grow Up Hot
Title: Most Likely to Grow Up Hot
Words: 4400
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's leery about his 15-Year High School Reunion, and more so at the classmate who wants to meet up.
Notes: For tebtosca's birthday ... from last week LOL. All she required was something associated with the pic found inside and ... this happened instead. Happy belated birthday bb :-* And big thanks to zuben_eschamali and one_2_3_4 for help!
It’s been a standing Saturday morning coffee date for a few years now. Jared and Danneel, friends since college, meet up when possible to shoot the shit and have breakfast. They run down their weeks, share especially lascivious stories of their weekends, and just hang out until they’re jittery with coffee. But sometimes, bad things happen.
“Oh no, oh, no, no, no, no,” Jared mumbles and closes his laptop.
Danneel looks up from her side of the table, face twisted in confusion. “Did you stumble upon het sex again?”
He rolls his eyes then takes a deep, settling breath. “They found me on Facebook.”
She rolls her eyes, too, and picks up her cup of coffee to drink. “They, who?”
“My high school reunion committee,” he pathetically whines. It has, in fact, been 15 years since he got his diploma, and while he had a decent high school experience, there’s a part of him that likes to leave the past back in the past.
Laughing, she puts her cup down and leans over her tablet. “Honey, you look ten times better than you did at 18. I do remember that much of college.”
“Yeah, but-”
“There is no way this reunion thing is bad news for you,” she insists as she sits back.
Jared scratches behind his ear and tucks some hair behind it a few times, still frowning at her. “Okay, yeah, but now everyone’s coming out of the woodwork and sending me friend requests.”
“So, you’re not gonna go to the reunion?”
“Yeah, I would!” he says quickly. “Maybe. But I don’t want them all over my Facebook, sending me stupid game requests and linking to 20 YouTube videos when insomnia hits.”
“You could deny the requests,” Danneel offers.
“And then show up to the reunion and stare down a hundred angry Farmville fanatics?”
“Accept then filter?”
He sighs and tips his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I suppose I could.”
“Come on,” she says with a growing smirk. “Don’t you wanna see what all those prom kings and queens turned out to be? Shannon Taylor - Prom Queen, head cheerleader, and student body president at my school - dropped out of community college and has been a server at Steak ‘n Shake for years.”
Jared laughs and opens his laptop up again. “Okay, fine, yeah, that’d be awesome to see.” He clicks through dozens of friend requests and another ten or so messages trying to catch up. “Oh, my,” he mumbles when he reaches a particularly surprising one.
“What now?” she asks.
“I have … uh … an interesting message.”
“Interesting how?”
“It’s from someone I had gym with.” Jared drops his voice to read it aloud. “Hey, Jared, long time, huh? I don’t know that I’m buying all this reunion business, but it’s good to comb through the list and find people I remember from back then. You look like you’re doing good and have grown up real well.” Jared stops to make a face at her, “Insert winky face.” Danneel laughs and he continues, “It’s not like it’s all that surprising, you were a good-looking kid back then and now you’re great-looking. Anyway, I see you’re living in Springhill now, and I just moved nearby. We should get together and catch up. Hope to hear from you.”
“Winky face,” Danneel laughs. “That’s so adorable. Still got the women chasing after you.”
“It’s a guy.”
“Oh, well! Win-win for you there.”
“No, not a win-win,” he groans. “This guy, he was the school’s most obvious gay.”
“Sounds like he’s still the most obvious gay,” she says quickly before drinking more coffee.
“He was on the dance committee and made all the decorations and fliers, and he modeled in clothing catalogs.”
“What kind of catalogs?” she asks slowly.
“JC Penny,” he mumbles. “I had to stare at his face when my mom had me go through the catalog for Christmas shopping.”
“Well, was he cute?” Danneel reaches for his laptop to pull it into view. “Is he now?”
He lets her take the computer and leans back in his chair, grabbing his coffee to down quite a bit of it. “He doesn’t have any photos of himself on his page. Just a dog. And his arm.”
“That dog is so cute,” she coos.
Jared knows her heart’s warming over from the picture. It’s a bright orange-colored poodle mix curled into the curve of the guy’s arm, head pillowed on his shoulder. As an avid dog lover, so cute doesn’t even begin to describe it. He jokingly mutters, “Sadie would eat that little puffball.”
Danneel laughs. “Yes, she would. What did he look like back then?”
“Scroll down his page. Someone posted it to his wall to laugh over it.”
After a few clicks, Danneel’s eyes bug out and her face goes red in second-hand embarrassment, which is pretty much what Jared felt when he saw the picture just moments earlier. “Oh. Wow. Jensen is … interesting.”
Jared scratches the back of his head and nods. “Yeah. He was interesting indeed.”
“Well, you turned into Macho Man,” she says with a motion at his chest. “He could have turned into … something less obvious.”
Jared makes a face and tries to feel less guilty with this bout of judgment.
*
The next Saturday, Danneel asks how the reunion group is doing on Facebook and Jared admits he’s been exchanging messages with Jensen.
“And?”
“And nothing,” he says plainly, because it really feels like non-news. “We were just talking about places in the area to check out.”
“And?”
“And he still wants to meet up,” he from behind his cup of coffee.
“What’re you gonna do?”
He shrugs. “I can’t ignore it, right? If he shows up at the reunion then I have to face him.”
“You are so noble,” she jokes.
Jared makes a face because he feels anything but that. The speed with which Jensen replies to his messages is a bit too much for Jared to feel comfortable with, and Jared has forced himself to wait longer to reply each time, just to put more space between them.
“What? Are you feeling guilty about some bad high school thing with him?”
“No, not that,” Jared mumbles, staring down at his coffee. “I never did anything to him. And he wasn’t ever really harassed or anything. He was just … different. Had a lot of girlfriends, who were just friends, and was always on the outskirts of it all.”
“And you were the hot jock who everyone wanted?”
Jared laughs. “Not exactly, but I got by fine.”
“So, is his still harboring some little teen crush?” Danneel asks slowly.
He shrugs awkwardly. He’d considered that, but also doesn’t remember any interaction at all with Jensen back then aside from being assigned to the same teams in gym class or passing each other in the locker room. There’s no proof or memory that says Jensen had been holding out for Jared all those years ago, but there’s also nothing to contradict it.
“I think you’re making a fuss for nothing,” she decides, going to her tablet as if she’s no longer interested in the conversation.
“I just feel weird about it.”
“Because of how he looks?” Jared shrugs again and she rolls her eyes. “Maybe he honestly just wants to be your friend.” Then she mumbles, “Don’t know why.”
He chuckles and kicks her ankle. “Shut up. You wouldn’t show up here every weekend if you didn’t like me just a little.”
Danneel makes a thoughtful noise. “They have really good coffee.”
*
“You are so helpless,” Danneel laughs as soon as Jared admits he’s agreed to meet Jensen.
“You can laugh all you want,” he insists quickly. “But you’re keeping your ass in that seat when he shows up.”
“Shows up … here?” she asks, looking around. “You invited him here? Today?”
He laughs uncomfortably, knowing he’s forcing her into an awkward situation. And Jensen, especially. But he’s praying she can be an out, a way to keep the meet-up short and simple.
Just then, the bell over the door chimes and Jared glances up to see a handsome blond enter, eyes sweeping the area as he moves to the counter. When his eyes land on Jared, he smirks and nods, and Jared … well, he gives a tight smile in return because the guy is tall and broad shouldered and gorgeous with a smooth face, nice eyes, and soft, plush lips that he bites into for a second before stepping up to the counter to order.
“Well, if this Jensen guy doesn’t show, you’ve got your back-up,” Danneel points out.
Jared’s not all that naive, or modest, to admit that he gets a good amount of looks from women and men alike, so he doesn’t think much of it. He just smiles at her and drinks his coffee.
“So, what time is your li’l reunion today?”
“I told him any time after ten,” Jared says, distracted. He’s currently staring at the back end of the guy at the counter, appreciating the way the jeans hug his nice, round ass, and how the guy leans to the side as he pays for his coffee.
Danneel laughs and snaps at him. “Concentrate. We’re looking for this guy.”
When he looks at her, she’s putting her tablet up to face him and he’s staring at the twinky photo of Jensen back in high school in that stupid Superman half-shirt and slick pompadour. “Yeah, alright,” he sighs.
“Hey, there,” is said above them. When Jared looks up, his eyes slowly climb dark, well-fitted jeans and an equally fitted sweater until he reaches the face of the guy whose ass he’d been checking out just seconds ago.
“Hey … there, back,” Jared mumbles and then cringes when the guy’s looking at Danneel’s tablet. He’s ready to defend the picture as some kink Danneel secretly harbors, but the guy’s tight laugh distracts Jared from coming up with the right words.
“Oh, wow. I thought I’d deleted that pic.”
Danneel’s eyes widen and it seems she and Jared are both aware of the awful moment: this is Jensen, and he’s staring at the embarrassing picture that they’ve been mocking for two weeks. She puts the tablet down to the table and changes over to another application before guiltily smiling. “I might have saved it. For reference,” she adds. “So Jared would be able to recognize you.”
Jared glares at Danneel for associating him with her having that photo. “You can leave now,” he says through clenched teeth. She gives him a sharp look and he tightly smiles at her. “I know you have a busy day ahead of you.”
Thankfully, she gets her things together and rises. She gives Jensen another look over and smiles at him. “You grew up really well, you know.”
Jensen laughs and glances away. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”
She makes a small, happy noise and leaves without further comment, but does offer them both a sweet smile as she steps away from the table.
Standing immediately, Jared runs his hands over his hips, drying off the sweat that’s building from the sudden nerves over Jensen looking like … this. Jensen from high school, with the slick, over-styled hair and mock-worthy outfits is now dressed smoothly and has grown into one of the most gorgeous faces Jared’s ever seen. Jared takes a deep breath and chuckles lightly. “How about we try this again? Hi! Jensen!” he says excitedly with his hand out to shake.
Jensen takes his time to take in all of Jared then smiles, and it’s a broad, white-sparkly, addictive thing. He shakes Jared’s hand and nods. “Jared, good to see you. You’re looking good.”
“You, too,” Jared replies just as happily. When they both sit down, he seems to lose control of his mouth and he quickly spits out, “You look really good.”
“Yeah, a lot better than that other pic.”
Jared wants to cringe, but Jensen’s smirking a little, so he feels comfortable enough to admit, “Yeah, I was kind of expecting that. I’m an asshole, I know.” A tiny dimple appears on Jensen’s cheek when he bites the inside of his mouth. “To be fair, you don’t give anyone much of a clue that you grew up like this.”
Jensen chuckles. “Yeah, I kinda like the element of surprise. I was also afraid who would jump all over my page if I put a current picture up.”
With a small laugh, Jared ducks his head and drinks the last bits of his now-lukewarm coffee. He’s certain if Jensen, looking like this, was the profile pic, he wouldn’t have fought meeting up. “Hence the dog?”
“Yeah, that’s my boy, Oscar.”
“He’s really adorable,” Jared says with a smile he can feel lighting up his cheeks, because Jensen’s got that bright smile on his face again.
Jensen chuckles and turns his head a little, which gives Jared a nice view of his profile with crinkles along his eyes. “He is. And it helps deflect my coworkers from getting to see too much of me.”
“So, now that we’ve established that you’re looking way better than your dog, or the complete JC Penny collection, what else is there to know about the new you?”
“Well, I moved up here for a new job. I’m managing web designs at an advertising firm.”
Jared’s not all too surprised when he thinks about all the fliers and posters Jensen had designed back in high school. “That’s impressive,” he replies with a smooth smile.
Jensen tips his head with a smirk. “I do try. What about you? Aside from growing into those lanky limbs like an autobot?”
“Ooh, Transformers,” Jared exaggerates. “Nice reference.”
“I oughta play to my audience, right?” Jensen asks with a small smile.
Jared laughs and bites his bottom lip as he fiddles with his cup. He feels a slight burn in his gut, a welcome, excitable feeling, and then it’s accompanied by a sliver of guilt for expecting that he’d need an escape plan from this meeting.
“Everything alright?” Jensen asks carefully, dipping down to look Jared in the eyes.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s good,” he adds quickly with a nod of his head. “Honestly, I didn’t really expect much when we talked about meeting.”
Jensen straightens and seems to push his shoulders back like he’s preparing to take a hit. “How so?”
He feels ridiculous to admit it, but he figures he can spin it for a positive. “In high school, you left quite the … impression. I kinda thought-”
“That I’d still be rocking a half-shirt?”
“Yeah,” Jared laughs to Jensen’s sideways glance. “But obviously this is better. Much better.”
“I certainly hope so.”
“You, on the other hand, had a nice advantage on me.”
Jensen eyes him for a few seconds until he seems to catch on. “Is this where I admit I messaged you based on your profile pic alone?”
Jared thinks on it with his mind drifting off when he remembers that his own profile pic shows him hugging Sadie from behind. He knows he has a particularly interesting face in it - his mouth and nose all scrunched up in over-enthusiastic joy. “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he says strangely.
“It’s good,” Jensen laughs. “Just seeing your face and arms, I could tell you grew out of that awkward, scraggly kid phase.”
His mouth drops a little as he stares at Jensen, confused and a little shocked, maybe insulted. “I don’t …”
“Remember?” Jensen says easily. There’s a small tilt of his eyebrow and his smile, telling Jared that he’s being a bit playful with it all, so he feels less insulted. “What about all the times you got twisted up in the volleyball net or accidentally threw the bat when you were up to bat? Baseball isn’t really your best sport, from what I saw.”
Jared can’t stop his laughter as he recalls that he was indeed lacking in a few of their gym activities. “Okay, I guess you have a point. Neither of us were that great in high school.”
“Obviously we both got better.”
He laughs again. “Yeah, very obviously.”
Jensen tips his head with a small smirk and drinks his coffee, and they sit quietly. It’s not too awkward, yet it feels off as Jared knows they should be talking about something. The first thing he can think of comes out: “Are you going to the reunion.”
“I was thinking about it,” he says with a quick nod. “It’d be fun to see where everyone’s at these days.”
“And show off your new form,” Jared jokes.
Jensen bites the corner of his mouth as he seems like he’s trying to not grin. “Yeah, that doesn’t hurt either. Are you going?”
“I didn’t really want to,” he admits quietly. Jensen smacks his lips and Jared shoots him a sideways look. “What?”
“Well, confession time,” he says with an awkward smile. “I may have ulterior motives, trying to meet up. I’ll admit that I’m pretty intrigued that you grew up … like this,” he says with a wave of his hand between them. “And I thought maybe we could go together. Like a one-two punch to the committee.”
“Because we’re gay?” he asks strangely.
“No. Because we’re hot.”
Jared laughs and glances away, shocked by Jensen’s smug attitude. He finds that he rather likes how cool and collected Jensen is now, and that sideways glance and sharp smile are pretty nice to look at, especially when he keeps talking.
“Obviously, I’d like to get to know you better before then.”
When he looks back at Jensen, Jensen’s aiming a smirk at him, and he can’t help but smile in return.
*
“Oh, wow, look at you two,” Sophia grins as she stands before them, not so subtly checking them out from head to toe.
Jared smirks at her and even more so when he feels Jensen’s hand settle low on his back and rub small circles. Not even a quarter of their class showed for the reunion meaning their high school gymnasium looks pretty pathetic, even if it is all decorated in school colors. Those that are here and remember Jared or Jensen have given much the same response. Sophia was the head cheerleader and president of the dance committee, so she has enough to be proud of from her high school career, not to mention memories of Jensen from planning homecomings and proms.
“Yeah, time hasn’t been too hard on us,” Jensen jokes before taking a sip from his beer bottle.
“Have you guys been together since high school?” she asks with a kind smile.
“No, we just … reunited a few months ago,” Jared says with a warm smile at Jensen.
“That’s so sweet!” She pulls on the hand of the blond guy beside her and brings him into their conversation. “You guys remember Chad? Ten years of marriage this August.”
Jared is shocked to see them standing side by side. He was casual friends with Chad junior and senior year and lived through most of Sophia and Chad’s on-again-off-again-and-again-and-again relationship. “Oh, wow, congratulations for that,” Jared says earnestly.
Chad nods and grunts, turning back towards the conversation he’d been in before Sophia pulled him away.
A handful more of the same conversations - classmates surprised and impressed with them Jared and Jensen now, not to mention together - and Jensen looks quite satisfied with himself.
“Wow, you are just so smug right now,” Jared jokes.
“If you’ve got it …” he trails off.
Jared runs his hand over Jensen’s back and thinks about how he’d kissed his way down it the night before, working Jensen open with his tongue as slowly as possible and listening to all of Jensen's little, satisfied noises. He takes a second to thank the reunion committee and Facebook for bringing him and Jensen together.
Jared leans in with his lips coasting over Jensen’s ear. “I would call you out for being so cocky, but it’s an insanely good look on you.”
Jensen turns into him and whispers, “You all shocked, with your mouth dropped open, is also a very good look.”
He shivers a little at the words and heat to Jensen’s words, and he now knows he has to build a shrine to Facebook for allowing Jensen to find him three months ago.
“What’re you thinking about?” Jensen asks as he moves back to find Jared’s eyes.
“Just wondering if locker room still has that janky lock that never stuck,” he replies with a heated look.
Jensen can’t respond because Aldis, captain of the basketball team, steps up to them with a light punch to Jared’s shoulder. “Look at you, Padalecki! I bet you could kill on the court these days!”
Jared laughs when Jensen’ slips a hand into Jared’s back pocket, but he turns to Aldis and plays it up. Baseball or volleyball may have been a nightmare, but he wasn’t too shabby as a second-string basketball player in his teens. “Yeah, once in a while I do, indeed, kill it.”
“Man, we should get another beer and catch up,” Aldis says then waves his empty beer bottle between them. “I haven’t seen you since that one party Cohen had in college.”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agrees. Then he swallows when he feels Jensen’s fingers squeezing at his ass. “Give us half an hour. We’re gonna take a quick tour around the school. See what all’s changed around here.”
Aldis nods and smacks Jared’s shoulder again. “I’m holding you to that.”
They don’t exactly sneak away, but they do try to be a little inconspicuous when they slip out of the gym and into the locker room. Jensen pushes him against the door when it shuts behind them and mumbles at his mouth. “You can keep it closed just in case.” Then he smirks and drops to his knees, quickly undoing Jared’s belt and pants.
Jared arches his back to press his shoulders against the door and fumbles with the lock as Jensen pulls his pants and boxers down then licks a stripe up his dick. “So glad you talked me into coming tonight.”
Jensen chuckles darkly and Jared thinks about them both coming and it has nothing to do with the reunion. “Is it locked?”
He tugs at the handle and the door is, indeed, staying locked. “Glad to see how things have improved around here.”
As he stands, Jensen grins and pulls Jared with him as he shuffles further into the locker room. “Very glad,” he mumbles just before grabbing Jared’s neck to haul him in to kiss.
Jared’s back hits another wall and he realizes they’re now in the showers. His bare ass hits cold tiles and Jensen goes to his knees again. He sucks at the head of Jared's dick, runs his hand under Jared’s balls, and slips his thumb along Jared’s hole with enough pressure to make Jared buck his hips forward, deeper into Jensen’s mouth.
When Jensen tells him to turn around, he’s sluggish to spin, nerves shaky and legs trapped with his pants around his knees, and then he’s shocked against the tiles when Jensen licks along his crack. “I used to watch you shower,” Jensen murmurs in between soft bites to Jared’s ass. “Dreamed about doing this all the time.”
Jared rests his forehead to the cool wall and smiles. “So, you did have a crush on me?”
Jensen flicks his tongue inside Jared and chuckles to Jared’s whimpers. “I always wondered if you were into guys. You were easy to think about compared to all the alpha males.”
He can’t catch his breath to respond with Jensen’s slick tongue against his hole and now with Jensen’s hand on his dick, stroking in time with his mouth. When Jensen gets faster, Jared can hear the soft smacks of his wet mouth and sloppy tongue echo off the tile, and it turns him on even harder. He sets his hands to the wall and leans back to Jensen’s mouth then rolls forward into his hand, clenching his eyes shut and feeling the quickening of blood flowing right to his dick.
Jared’s done when Jensen presses his tongue in deep and flicks it around. He closes his hand around Jensen’s and strokes himself off, shooting across the tiles.
Jensen stands behind him, mouthing along the his shoulder, wetting the tight fabric of his shirt, and grinding against Jared’s ass. The soft, worn denim of Jensen’s jeans feel great against Jared’s skin, but even better is his hard-on pressing against his ass.
When Jared can breath and manage to move, he brings Jensen around to the wall and stands behind him just like they’d been moments ago. He holds Jensen’s hand against the tile and uses his other hand to open Jensen’s jeans and pull out his dick. Jensen’s so hot and hard in his hand, and Jared squeezes lightly as he palms him, smiling against Jensen’s neck when Jensen threads his fingers between Jared’s and keeps their hands on the tile.
“So, you really liked me back then, huh?”
Jensen pants and fucks the ring of Jared’s hand. “Enough to want to fulfill this fantasy.”
“You dreamed about this?” he lightly taunts, running his hand faster over Jensen’s dick.
“A little,” he admits, breathing hard. “You’re better at it now.” When Jared twists his wrist, Jensen groans, “Oh, fuck, much better.”
Jared tucks his chin over Jensen’s shoulder and watches his hand cover Jensen’s dick, red and leaking. Jensen’s hand slips over Jared’s and he rocks into their joined hands. Jared starts to wonder if he can go another round, because hearing Jensen panting and wantonly moaning, watching him fuck their hands like this, squeezing their other hands together on the wall, makes him want to go all night. He sucks along Jensen’s neck and murmurs, “I like you a lot better now, too. Especially like this.”
Jensen moans his name and comes on the wall like Jared had just minutes before. “Happy reunion to us,” Jensen mumbles.
Jared laughs and kisses behind Jensen’s ear and down along his hairline. He sucks a small, red mark at the back of his neck and holds him tight. For the first time in his life, Jared’s ready to write odes to Facebook.
Words: 4400
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's leery about his 15-Year High School Reunion, and more so at the classmate who wants to meet up.
Notes: For tebtosca's birthday ... from last week LOL. All she required was something associated with the pic found inside and ... this happened instead. Happy belated birthday bb :-* And big thanks to zuben_eschamali and one_2_3_4 for help!
It’s been a standing Saturday morning coffee date for a few years now. Jared and Danneel, friends since college, meet up when possible to shoot the shit and have breakfast. They run down their weeks, share especially lascivious stories of their weekends, and just hang out until they’re jittery with coffee. But sometimes, bad things happen.
“Oh no, oh, no, no, no, no,” Jared mumbles and closes his laptop.
Danneel looks up from her side of the table, face twisted in confusion. “Did you stumble upon het sex again?”
He rolls his eyes then takes a deep, settling breath. “They found me on Facebook.”
She rolls her eyes, too, and picks up her cup of coffee to drink. “They, who?”
“My high school reunion committee,” he pathetically whines. It has, in fact, been 15 years since he got his diploma, and while he had a decent high school experience, there’s a part of him that likes to leave the past back in the past.
Laughing, she puts her cup down and leans over her tablet. “Honey, you look ten times better than you did at 18. I do remember that much of college.”
“Yeah, but-”
“There is no way this reunion thing is bad news for you,” she insists as she sits back.
Jared scratches behind his ear and tucks some hair behind it a few times, still frowning at her. “Okay, yeah, but now everyone’s coming out of the woodwork and sending me friend requests.”
“So, you’re not gonna go to the reunion?”
“Yeah, I would!” he says quickly. “Maybe. But I don’t want them all over my Facebook, sending me stupid game requests and linking to 20 YouTube videos when insomnia hits.”
“You could deny the requests,” Danneel offers.
“And then show up to the reunion and stare down a hundred angry Farmville fanatics?”
“Accept then filter?”
He sighs and tips his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I suppose I could.”
“Come on,” she says with a growing smirk. “Don’t you wanna see what all those prom kings and queens turned out to be? Shannon Taylor - Prom Queen, head cheerleader, and student body president at my school - dropped out of community college and has been a server at Steak ‘n Shake for years.”
Jared laughs and opens his laptop up again. “Okay, fine, yeah, that’d be awesome to see.” He clicks through dozens of friend requests and another ten or so messages trying to catch up. “Oh, my,” he mumbles when he reaches a particularly surprising one.
“What now?” she asks.
“I have … uh … an interesting message.”
“Interesting how?”
“It’s from someone I had gym with.” Jared drops his voice to read it aloud. “Hey, Jared, long time, huh? I don’t know that I’m buying all this reunion business, but it’s good to comb through the list and find people I remember from back then. You look like you’re doing good and have grown up real well.” Jared stops to make a face at her, “Insert winky face.” Danneel laughs and he continues, “It’s not like it’s all that surprising, you were a good-looking kid back then and now you’re great-looking. Anyway, I see you’re living in Springhill now, and I just moved nearby. We should get together and catch up. Hope to hear from you.”
“Winky face,” Danneel laughs. “That’s so adorable. Still got the women chasing after you.”
“It’s a guy.”
“Oh, well! Win-win for you there.”
“No, not a win-win,” he groans. “This guy, he was the school’s most obvious gay.”
“Sounds like he’s still the most obvious gay,” she says quickly before drinking more coffee.
“He was on the dance committee and made all the decorations and fliers, and he modeled in clothing catalogs.”
“What kind of catalogs?” she asks slowly.
“JC Penny,” he mumbles. “I had to stare at his face when my mom had me go through the catalog for Christmas shopping.”
“Well, was he cute?” Danneel reaches for his laptop to pull it into view. “Is he now?”
He lets her take the computer and leans back in his chair, grabbing his coffee to down quite a bit of it. “He doesn’t have any photos of himself on his page. Just a dog. And his arm.”
“That dog is so cute,” she coos.
Jared knows her heart’s warming over from the picture. It’s a bright orange-colored poodle mix curled into the curve of the guy’s arm, head pillowed on his shoulder. As an avid dog lover, so cute doesn’t even begin to describe it. He jokingly mutters, “Sadie would eat that little puffball.”
Danneel laughs. “Yes, she would. What did he look like back then?”
“Scroll down his page. Someone posted it to his wall to laugh over it.”
After a few clicks, Danneel’s eyes bug out and her face goes red in second-hand embarrassment, which is pretty much what Jared felt when he saw the picture just moments earlier. “Oh. Wow. Jensen is … interesting.”
Jared scratches the back of his head and nods. “Yeah. He was interesting indeed.”
“Well, you turned into Macho Man,” she says with a motion at his chest. “He could have turned into … something less obvious.”
Jared makes a face and tries to feel less guilty with this bout of judgment.
*
The next Saturday, Danneel asks how the reunion group is doing on Facebook and Jared admits he’s been exchanging messages with Jensen.
“And?”
“And nothing,” he says plainly, because it really feels like non-news. “We were just talking about places in the area to check out.”
“And?”
“And he still wants to meet up,” he from behind his cup of coffee.
“What’re you gonna do?”
He shrugs. “I can’t ignore it, right? If he shows up at the reunion then I have to face him.”
“You are so noble,” she jokes.
Jared makes a face because he feels anything but that. The speed with which Jensen replies to his messages is a bit too much for Jared to feel comfortable with, and Jared has forced himself to wait longer to reply each time, just to put more space between them.
“What? Are you feeling guilty about some bad high school thing with him?”
“No, not that,” Jared mumbles, staring down at his coffee. “I never did anything to him. And he wasn’t ever really harassed or anything. He was just … different. Had a lot of girlfriends, who were just friends, and was always on the outskirts of it all.”
“And you were the hot jock who everyone wanted?”
Jared laughs. “Not exactly, but I got by fine.”
“So, is his still harboring some little teen crush?” Danneel asks slowly.
He shrugs awkwardly. He’d considered that, but also doesn’t remember any interaction at all with Jensen back then aside from being assigned to the same teams in gym class or passing each other in the locker room. There’s no proof or memory that says Jensen had been holding out for Jared all those years ago, but there’s also nothing to contradict it.
“I think you’re making a fuss for nothing,” she decides, going to her tablet as if she’s no longer interested in the conversation.
“I just feel weird about it.”
“Because of how he looks?” Jared shrugs again and she rolls her eyes. “Maybe he honestly just wants to be your friend.” Then she mumbles, “Don’t know why.”
He chuckles and kicks her ankle. “Shut up. You wouldn’t show up here every weekend if you didn’t like me just a little.”
Danneel makes a thoughtful noise. “They have really good coffee.”
*
“You are so helpless,” Danneel laughs as soon as Jared admits he’s agreed to meet Jensen.
“You can laugh all you want,” he insists quickly. “But you’re keeping your ass in that seat when he shows up.”
“Shows up … here?” she asks, looking around. “You invited him here? Today?”
He laughs uncomfortably, knowing he’s forcing her into an awkward situation. And Jensen, especially. But he’s praying she can be an out, a way to keep the meet-up short and simple.
Just then, the bell over the door chimes and Jared glances up to see a handsome blond enter, eyes sweeping the area as he moves to the counter. When his eyes land on Jared, he smirks and nods, and Jared … well, he gives a tight smile in return because the guy is tall and broad shouldered and gorgeous with a smooth face, nice eyes, and soft, plush lips that he bites into for a second before stepping up to the counter to order.
“Well, if this Jensen guy doesn’t show, you’ve got your back-up,” Danneel points out.
Jared’s not all that naive, or modest, to admit that he gets a good amount of looks from women and men alike, so he doesn’t think much of it. He just smiles at her and drinks his coffee.
“So, what time is your li’l reunion today?”
“I told him any time after ten,” Jared says, distracted. He’s currently staring at the back end of the guy at the counter, appreciating the way the jeans hug his nice, round ass, and how the guy leans to the side as he pays for his coffee.
Danneel laughs and snaps at him. “Concentrate. We’re looking for this guy.”
When he looks at her, she’s putting her tablet up to face him and he’s staring at the twinky photo of Jensen back in high school in that stupid Superman half-shirt and slick pompadour. “Yeah, alright,” he sighs.
“Hey, there,” is said above them. When Jared looks up, his eyes slowly climb dark, well-fitted jeans and an equally fitted sweater until he reaches the face of the guy whose ass he’d been checking out just seconds ago.
“Hey … there, back,” Jared mumbles and then cringes when the guy’s looking at Danneel’s tablet. He’s ready to defend the picture as some kink Danneel secretly harbors, but the guy’s tight laugh distracts Jared from coming up with the right words.
“Oh, wow. I thought I’d deleted that pic.”
Danneel’s eyes widen and it seems she and Jared are both aware of the awful moment: this is Jensen, and he’s staring at the embarrassing picture that they’ve been mocking for two weeks. She puts the tablet down to the table and changes over to another application before guiltily smiling. “I might have saved it. For reference,” she adds. “So Jared would be able to recognize you.”
Jared glares at Danneel for associating him with her having that photo. “You can leave now,” he says through clenched teeth. She gives him a sharp look and he tightly smiles at her. “I know you have a busy day ahead of you.”
Thankfully, she gets her things together and rises. She gives Jensen another look over and smiles at him. “You grew up really well, you know.”
Jensen laughs and glances away. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”
She makes a small, happy noise and leaves without further comment, but does offer them both a sweet smile as she steps away from the table.
Standing immediately, Jared runs his hands over his hips, drying off the sweat that’s building from the sudden nerves over Jensen looking like … this. Jensen from high school, with the slick, over-styled hair and mock-worthy outfits is now dressed smoothly and has grown into one of the most gorgeous faces Jared’s ever seen. Jared takes a deep breath and chuckles lightly. “How about we try this again? Hi! Jensen!” he says excitedly with his hand out to shake.
Jensen takes his time to take in all of Jared then smiles, and it’s a broad, white-sparkly, addictive thing. He shakes Jared’s hand and nods. “Jared, good to see you. You’re looking good.”
“You, too,” Jared replies just as happily. When they both sit down, he seems to lose control of his mouth and he quickly spits out, “You look really good.”
“Yeah, a lot better than that other pic.”
Jared wants to cringe, but Jensen’s smirking a little, so he feels comfortable enough to admit, “Yeah, I was kind of expecting that. I’m an asshole, I know.” A tiny dimple appears on Jensen’s cheek when he bites the inside of his mouth. “To be fair, you don’t give anyone much of a clue that you grew up like this.”
Jensen chuckles. “Yeah, I kinda like the element of surprise. I was also afraid who would jump all over my page if I put a current picture up.”
With a small laugh, Jared ducks his head and drinks the last bits of his now-lukewarm coffee. He’s certain if Jensen, looking like this, was the profile pic, he wouldn’t have fought meeting up. “Hence the dog?”
“Yeah, that’s my boy, Oscar.”
“He’s really adorable,” Jared says with a smile he can feel lighting up his cheeks, because Jensen’s got that bright smile on his face again.
Jensen chuckles and turns his head a little, which gives Jared a nice view of his profile with crinkles along his eyes. “He is. And it helps deflect my coworkers from getting to see too much of me.”
“So, now that we’ve established that you’re looking way better than your dog, or the complete JC Penny collection, what else is there to know about the new you?”
“Well, I moved up here for a new job. I’m managing web designs at an advertising firm.”
Jared’s not all too surprised when he thinks about all the fliers and posters Jensen had designed back in high school. “That’s impressive,” he replies with a smooth smile.
Jensen tips his head with a smirk. “I do try. What about you? Aside from growing into those lanky limbs like an autobot?”
“Ooh, Transformers,” Jared exaggerates. “Nice reference.”
“I oughta play to my audience, right?” Jensen asks with a small smile.
Jared laughs and bites his bottom lip as he fiddles with his cup. He feels a slight burn in his gut, a welcome, excitable feeling, and then it’s accompanied by a sliver of guilt for expecting that he’d need an escape plan from this meeting.
“Everything alright?” Jensen asks carefully, dipping down to look Jared in the eyes.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s good,” he adds quickly with a nod of his head. “Honestly, I didn’t really expect much when we talked about meeting.”
Jensen straightens and seems to push his shoulders back like he’s preparing to take a hit. “How so?”
He feels ridiculous to admit it, but he figures he can spin it for a positive. “In high school, you left quite the … impression. I kinda thought-”
“That I’d still be rocking a half-shirt?”
“Yeah,” Jared laughs to Jensen’s sideways glance. “But obviously this is better. Much better.”
“I certainly hope so.”
“You, on the other hand, had a nice advantage on me.”
Jensen eyes him for a few seconds until he seems to catch on. “Is this where I admit I messaged you based on your profile pic alone?”
Jared thinks on it with his mind drifting off when he remembers that his own profile pic shows him hugging Sadie from behind. He knows he has a particularly interesting face in it - his mouth and nose all scrunched up in over-enthusiastic joy. “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he says strangely.
“It’s good,” Jensen laughs. “Just seeing your face and arms, I could tell you grew out of that awkward, scraggly kid phase.”
His mouth drops a little as he stares at Jensen, confused and a little shocked, maybe insulted. “I don’t …”
“Remember?” Jensen says easily. There’s a small tilt of his eyebrow and his smile, telling Jared that he’s being a bit playful with it all, so he feels less insulted. “What about all the times you got twisted up in the volleyball net or accidentally threw the bat when you were up to bat? Baseball isn’t really your best sport, from what I saw.”
Jared can’t stop his laughter as he recalls that he was indeed lacking in a few of their gym activities. “Okay, I guess you have a point. Neither of us were that great in high school.”
“Obviously we both got better.”
He laughs again. “Yeah, very obviously.”
Jensen tips his head with a small smirk and drinks his coffee, and they sit quietly. It’s not too awkward, yet it feels off as Jared knows they should be talking about something. The first thing he can think of comes out: “Are you going to the reunion.”
“I was thinking about it,” he says with a quick nod. “It’d be fun to see where everyone’s at these days.”
“And show off your new form,” Jared jokes.
Jensen bites the corner of his mouth as he seems like he’s trying to not grin. “Yeah, that doesn’t hurt either. Are you going?”
“I didn’t really want to,” he admits quietly. Jensen smacks his lips and Jared shoots him a sideways look. “What?”
“Well, confession time,” he says with an awkward smile. “I may have ulterior motives, trying to meet up. I’ll admit that I’m pretty intrigued that you grew up … like this,” he says with a wave of his hand between them. “And I thought maybe we could go together. Like a one-two punch to the committee.”
“Because we’re gay?” he asks strangely.
“No. Because we’re hot.”
Jared laughs and glances away, shocked by Jensen’s smug attitude. He finds that he rather likes how cool and collected Jensen is now, and that sideways glance and sharp smile are pretty nice to look at, especially when he keeps talking.
“Obviously, I’d like to get to know you better before then.”
When he looks back at Jensen, Jensen’s aiming a smirk at him, and he can’t help but smile in return.
*
“Oh, wow, look at you two,” Sophia grins as she stands before them, not so subtly checking them out from head to toe.
Jared smirks at her and even more so when he feels Jensen’s hand settle low on his back and rub small circles. Not even a quarter of their class showed for the reunion meaning their high school gymnasium looks pretty pathetic, even if it is all decorated in school colors. Those that are here and remember Jared or Jensen have given much the same response. Sophia was the head cheerleader and president of the dance committee, so she has enough to be proud of from her high school career, not to mention memories of Jensen from planning homecomings and proms.
“Yeah, time hasn’t been too hard on us,” Jensen jokes before taking a sip from his beer bottle.
“Have you guys been together since high school?” she asks with a kind smile.
“No, we just … reunited a few months ago,” Jared says with a warm smile at Jensen.
“That’s so sweet!” She pulls on the hand of the blond guy beside her and brings him into their conversation. “You guys remember Chad? Ten years of marriage this August.”
Jared is shocked to see them standing side by side. He was casual friends with Chad junior and senior year and lived through most of Sophia and Chad’s on-again-off-again-and-again-and-again relationship. “Oh, wow, congratulations for that,” Jared says earnestly.
Chad nods and grunts, turning back towards the conversation he’d been in before Sophia pulled him away.
A handful more of the same conversations - classmates surprised and impressed with them Jared and Jensen now, not to mention together - and Jensen looks quite satisfied with himself.
“Wow, you are just so smug right now,” Jared jokes.
“If you’ve got it …” he trails off.
Jared runs his hand over Jensen’s back and thinks about how he’d kissed his way down it the night before, working Jensen open with his tongue as slowly as possible and listening to all of Jensen's little, satisfied noises. He takes a second to thank the reunion committee and Facebook for bringing him and Jensen together.
Jared leans in with his lips coasting over Jensen’s ear. “I would call you out for being so cocky, but it’s an insanely good look on you.”
Jensen turns into him and whispers, “You all shocked, with your mouth dropped open, is also a very good look.”
He shivers a little at the words and heat to Jensen’s words, and he now knows he has to build a shrine to Facebook for allowing Jensen to find him three months ago.
“What’re you thinking about?” Jensen asks as he moves back to find Jared’s eyes.
“Just wondering if locker room still has that janky lock that never stuck,” he replies with a heated look.
Jensen can’t respond because Aldis, captain of the basketball team, steps up to them with a light punch to Jared’s shoulder. “Look at you, Padalecki! I bet you could kill on the court these days!”
Jared laughs when Jensen’ slips a hand into Jared’s back pocket, but he turns to Aldis and plays it up. Baseball or volleyball may have been a nightmare, but he wasn’t too shabby as a second-string basketball player in his teens. “Yeah, once in a while I do, indeed, kill it.”
“Man, we should get another beer and catch up,” Aldis says then waves his empty beer bottle between them. “I haven’t seen you since that one party Cohen had in college.”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agrees. Then he swallows when he feels Jensen’s fingers squeezing at his ass. “Give us half an hour. We’re gonna take a quick tour around the school. See what all’s changed around here.”
Aldis nods and smacks Jared’s shoulder again. “I’m holding you to that.”
They don’t exactly sneak away, but they do try to be a little inconspicuous when they slip out of the gym and into the locker room. Jensen pushes him against the door when it shuts behind them and mumbles at his mouth. “You can keep it closed just in case.” Then he smirks and drops to his knees, quickly undoing Jared’s belt and pants.
Jared arches his back to press his shoulders against the door and fumbles with the lock as Jensen pulls his pants and boxers down then licks a stripe up his dick. “So glad you talked me into coming tonight.”
Jensen chuckles darkly and Jared thinks about them both coming and it has nothing to do with the reunion. “Is it locked?”
He tugs at the handle and the door is, indeed, staying locked. “Glad to see how things have improved around here.”
As he stands, Jensen grins and pulls Jared with him as he shuffles further into the locker room. “Very glad,” he mumbles just before grabbing Jared’s neck to haul him in to kiss.
Jared’s back hits another wall and he realizes they’re now in the showers. His bare ass hits cold tiles and Jensen goes to his knees again. He sucks at the head of Jared's dick, runs his hand under Jared’s balls, and slips his thumb along Jared’s hole with enough pressure to make Jared buck his hips forward, deeper into Jensen’s mouth.
When Jensen tells him to turn around, he’s sluggish to spin, nerves shaky and legs trapped with his pants around his knees, and then he’s shocked against the tiles when Jensen licks along his crack. “I used to watch you shower,” Jensen murmurs in between soft bites to Jared’s ass. “Dreamed about doing this all the time.”
Jared rests his forehead to the cool wall and smiles. “So, you did have a crush on me?”
Jensen flicks his tongue inside Jared and chuckles to Jared’s whimpers. “I always wondered if you were into guys. You were easy to think about compared to all the alpha males.”
He can’t catch his breath to respond with Jensen’s slick tongue against his hole and now with Jensen’s hand on his dick, stroking in time with his mouth. When Jensen gets faster, Jared can hear the soft smacks of his wet mouth and sloppy tongue echo off the tile, and it turns him on even harder. He sets his hands to the wall and leans back to Jensen’s mouth then rolls forward into his hand, clenching his eyes shut and feeling the quickening of blood flowing right to his dick.
Jared’s done when Jensen presses his tongue in deep and flicks it around. He closes his hand around Jensen’s and strokes himself off, shooting across the tiles.
Jensen stands behind him, mouthing along the his shoulder, wetting the tight fabric of his shirt, and grinding against Jared’s ass. The soft, worn denim of Jensen’s jeans feel great against Jared’s skin, but even better is his hard-on pressing against his ass.
When Jared can breath and manage to move, he brings Jensen around to the wall and stands behind him just like they’d been moments ago. He holds Jensen’s hand against the tile and uses his other hand to open Jensen’s jeans and pull out his dick. Jensen’s so hot and hard in his hand, and Jared squeezes lightly as he palms him, smiling against Jensen’s neck when Jensen threads his fingers between Jared’s and keeps their hands on the tile.
“So, you really liked me back then, huh?”
Jensen pants and fucks the ring of Jared’s hand. “Enough to want to fulfill this fantasy.”
“You dreamed about this?” he lightly taunts, running his hand faster over Jensen’s dick.
“A little,” he admits, breathing hard. “You’re better at it now.” When Jared twists his wrist, Jensen groans, “Oh, fuck, much better.”
Jared tucks his chin over Jensen’s shoulder and watches his hand cover Jensen’s dick, red and leaking. Jensen’s hand slips over Jared’s and he rocks into their joined hands. Jared starts to wonder if he can go another round, because hearing Jensen panting and wantonly moaning, watching him fuck their hands like this, squeezing their other hands together on the wall, makes him want to go all night. He sucks along Jensen’s neck and murmurs, “I like you a lot better now, too. Especially like this.”
Jensen moans his name and comes on the wall like Jared had just minutes before. “Happy reunion to us,” Jensen mumbles.
Jared laughs and kisses behind Jensen’s ear and down along his hairline. He sucks a small, red mark at the back of his neck and holds him tight. For the first time in his life, Jared’s ready to write odes to Facebook.