The Tango Takes a New Meaning (J2)
Okay, so I was watching the Ice Dance Compulsory Dance on the Olympics last night, and the tempo was Tango Romantica. For some odd reason, watching the couples skate round the ice, I got an image of Jared and Jensen doing this. I asked around on Twitter, and this oneshot was born. So this goes out to SPN_Dark_Angel, Team_J2, and jbmakesmesmile. Enjoy ladies......hope it doesn't suck. My first J2. Rating is NC-17 
The Tango Takes a New Meaning
“STOP! Hold there!” the ice dancing pair glided to a stop at the call of their coach, as they went through the required steps for this year’s Compulsory Dance, the Tango Romantica. They looked at their coach wondering what could be wrong now. He gestured to the taller of the two. “Jared, I want you to have your free leg extended more. The judges want to see the extention. And Jensen, please work on your smile. You’re supposed to be having fun, not going to your execution.”
Jared snorted and Jensen glared, before shoving the larger man away. They were a very unusual ice dancing team. Two men. Both men had tried men’s single’s but Jared had been too tall and gangly to be able to do those jumps consistently and Jensen was as the judges put it, too weak of a skater to perform by himself. To be sure, he had what every other men’s singles skater had athletically, the stature, stamina and the quintessential quad jump, but his artistry and ability to speak to the crowd by himself just wasn’t there. The subject of pairs skating was approached, but quickly abandoned. It was an ice dancing coach, Misha Collins who had seen some potential to pair the two as ice dancers. Torvill and Dean they were not, but they would be breaking precedent as the first same sex ice dancing couple to ever compete, not just in the United States, but in the world as well.
“Ok! Music please!” Misha’s voice boomed breaking the two skaters from their reverie, and they got into position, beginning the slow dance around the ice.
“Smile,” Jared said as he sent Jensen into a twirl.
“Bitch,” Jensen growled back as he came back into Jared’s arms.
“Jerk,” Jared countered, as they skated past Misha, both plastering grins on their faces.
“JARED! Extend that leg!” Misha bellowed. Jared rolled his eyes and pushed his leg out farther.
They went through the dance three more times that day, until Misha was satisfied that they had it down. They were both exhausted and ready to leave. But first, Misha called them over to show them the video of their last run through. This happened every practice, their coach wanting them to critique their performance. While watching the video, both men recognized a familiar tightness in their groin area as they watched themselves touching each other and drawing each other close to themselves. Both men had feelings for each other, but both had been denying it. Now however as they watched this particular video, they weren’t sure if it was the fact that it was the tango, or the fact that it was the closeness of their bodies in this particular tango, that made them want to acknowledge their feelings.
Jared snuck a look at Jensen, who had his lower lip caught in his teeth, and eyes a bit wide. He resisted the urge to reach out to Jensen, not knowing what the response would be. Jensen, for his part was having a hard time not turning and pouncing on his friend and skating partner. He slid his eyes over to the taller man and was surprised to see him looking at him. He took a slight breath when he saw the lust in his eyes. He turned away, with a slight grin, took the camera from Misha, and cleared his throat. “Ok, Mish, I think we got it. Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Alright. Tomorrow. Get some rest. I want to run though it at least two more times.”
“Two? We did almost five today,” Jared borderline whined.
“Yes. Two more times. At least. You two still want to be known as the “same sex Torvill and Dean” right?”
“Well yeah,” Jared started.
“Then you have to work for it. Be prepared,” Misha took the camera and left.
Jared and Jensen waited for their coach to leave the building, before turning to each other, the awkwardness now increasing. They both just stared at each other, then Jensen yanked off his skate guards and headed for the rink.
“What are you doing?” Jared asked.
“We’ve got the rink to ourselves for another hour. I was thinking we could race a bit?”
“Race? Are you serious?”
“I sure am. Why? You scared?” Jensen began making clucking noises and flapping his arms. “I’m Jared. I’m scared. I’m a chicken.”
“Oh you’re getting it now,” Jared ripped off his skate guards and launched himself out on the ice, heading straight for Jensen. The shorter man laughed and took off, Jared hot on his heels.
Jared caught up, and grabbed at the back of Jensen’s shirt, causing the older man to falter slightly and slow, allowing the younger man to pass him.
“Bitch!” Jensen yelled.
“I could be yours!” Jared yelled back, giving a wink.
Jensen’s eyes widened and he sped up, a smirk appearing on his face and he came up behind Jared, shoving him forward against the side wall of the rink. Jared gasped when he felt Jensen’s hardening cock pressed against his ass.
“You wanna be my bitch? You like that? You like my cock shoved against your ass?” Jensen breathed next to Jared’s ear. Jared merely let a whine go, turned and grabbed Jensen’s face, slamming his lips down onto the older man’s. Jensen grinned into the kiss, returning it with as much passion as he could. “Is this ok?” he asked Jared suddenly reminded that they had never broached this behavior before.
“This is great,” Jared murmured before shoving his tongue into Jensen’s mouth. They let their tongues tangle and their hands wander, both gasping when their rapidly growing erections rubbed against each other, the thin cotton workout pants they wore not shielding much.
Jared moved his mouth down Jensen’s jaw and neck, reveling in the sounds he was making. Jensen pulled away, and turned the younger man back around, rutting himself against Jared’s ass, while palming the younger man’s prominent erection. Jared threw his head back against Jensen’s shoulder letting quiet moans spill from his throat. “What do you want, baby,” Jensen growled in Jared’s ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…..uhhh…..I want you to fuck me,” Jared moaned out.
“You want me to fuck you? How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Right here, right now.”
“Right here? On the ice? Where anyone can walk in and see?”
“God yes. Now please.”
Jensen nodded, before hooking his fingers into the waist band of Jared’s pants, lowering them to his ankles, his skates preventing them from being fully removed. He then lowered his own. Jensen moaned at the feel of his freed cock rubbing against Jared’s bare ass. He took two fingers and put them in Jared’s mouth commanding him to suck them, which he did greedily. “Gonna prep you now, use those toe picks,” he took his spit slicked fingers out of Jared’s mouth and slowly inserted them into his tight hole. Jared groaned at the intrusion, feeling discomfort at first before pleasure took over. Pretty soon, as Jensen gently scissored him open, he found himself trying to push back on his fingers.
Jensen took that as a sign that Jared was ready, and positioned his now fully hard cock at his entrance. Slowly he pushed into Jared, reveling in the tightness and heat. Pushing himself up on his toe picks, he began a slow rhythm, rocking in and out, moaning as Jared’s moans picked up as well.
Jared leaned forward over the low side wall, exposing more of his backside to Jensen, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being filled, emptied and being filled again. He found himself pushing back against Jensen, especially when Jensen’s cock brushed against his prostate, and Jensen’s hand wrapped around his own cock.
They quickened the pace as the pleasure gradually increased, both men now not even trying to be quiet, their loud moans and gasps echoing throughout the rink. Jared used his arms to push against the sidewall, and back against Jensen, while Jensen kept on his toe picks, one hand on Jared’s shoulder, the other on Jared’s slick, hard cock.
“God, I’m close,” Jensen moaned, speeding up his thrusts and his stroking of Jared.
“Me….me…ohhhhhh…..me too,” Jared gasped back. “Faster Jen, faster please.”
Jensen complied, thrusting now with reckless abandon, Jared pushing back just as hard. Jensen could feel his release upon him, as his groin tightened, and his body started to shake. Soon he was spilling his seed deep inside Jared’s ass and that was all it took for Jared to reach completion all over Jensen’s hand and the side wall. Both men shook with their releases and collapsed against the side wall. They quickly pulled their pants back up, as laying on the ice, bare skinned would be…….bad. They slid down the wall, landing on the ice, happy and dazed looks on their faces. Jensen turned to Jared, taking his hand in his. “Was it good for you?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Oh, yeah. It was……awesome,” Jared grinned, as he let his head loll back against the wall.
“Think we could win the Compulsories with that?”
“Not really since the Compulsories are already planned out. But it would make an interesting Original Dance,” he paused, listening to Jensen laugh, thinking about what he wanted to tell him. “I’ve……um…..I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he turned to Jensen, relieved when he saw the grin on his face.
“You have?” Jensen asked. “Me too. Been thinking about it for a while now.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, before Jared turned to Jensen. “What does this mean for us though? What does it mean for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…….for me it meant something. It wasn’t just sex. I…um…..I like you. Not just like you, but I think I’ve pretty much fallen for you. I hope that’s not weird or freaks you out,” Jared had a nervous look on his face.
“Jare,” Jensen squeezed his hand. ‘It wasn’t just sex for me either. I’ve fallen for you as well. So no it’s not weird. And if you want to know what I think it means for us, then I’ll tell you. I think I want you for my boyfriend. I want you to myself, and I want to be the only one who shares that level of intimacy with you.”
“I…..wow…..I would love to be your boyfriend. And I want you to myself as well. I…um……I love you.”
Jensen grinned, before pressing his lips to Jared’s in a chaste kiss. “I love you too.”
They both shared a few more kisses, before getting off the cold ice and making their way off the rink, where they left their skate guards. As they headed to the locker room to change and get ready to go home, they watched each other, exchanging little grins and giggles. And somehow they knew they weren’t going to go home separately this evening. Misha was going to be upset. They would be tired at tomorrow’s practice.
The Tango Takes a New Meaning
“STOP! Hold there!” the ice dancing pair glided to a stop at the call of their coach, as they went through the required steps for this year’s Compulsory Dance, the Tango Romantica. They looked at their coach wondering what could be wrong now. He gestured to the taller of the two. “Jared, I want you to have your free leg extended more. The judges want to see the extention. And Jensen, please work on your smile. You’re supposed to be having fun, not going to your execution.”
Jared snorted and Jensen glared, before shoving the larger man away. They were a very unusual ice dancing team. Two men. Both men had tried men’s single’s but Jared had been too tall and gangly to be able to do those jumps consistently and Jensen was as the judges put it, too weak of a skater to perform by himself. To be sure, he had what every other men’s singles skater had athletically, the stature, stamina and the quintessential quad jump, but his artistry and ability to speak to the crowd by himself just wasn’t there. The subject of pairs skating was approached, but quickly abandoned. It was an ice dancing coach, Misha Collins who had seen some potential to pair the two as ice dancers. Torvill and Dean they were not, but they would be breaking precedent as the first same sex ice dancing couple to ever compete, not just in the United States, but in the world as well.
“Ok! Music please!” Misha’s voice boomed breaking the two skaters from their reverie, and they got into position, beginning the slow dance around the ice.
“Smile,” Jared said as he sent Jensen into a twirl.
“Bitch,” Jensen growled back as he came back into Jared’s arms.
“Jerk,” Jared countered, as they skated past Misha, both plastering grins on their faces.
“JARED! Extend that leg!” Misha bellowed. Jared rolled his eyes and pushed his leg out farther.
They went through the dance three more times that day, until Misha was satisfied that they had it down. They were both exhausted and ready to leave. But first, Misha called them over to show them the video of their last run through. This happened every practice, their coach wanting them to critique their performance. While watching the video, both men recognized a familiar tightness in their groin area as they watched themselves touching each other and drawing each other close to themselves. Both men had feelings for each other, but both had been denying it. Now however as they watched this particular video, they weren’t sure if it was the fact that it was the tango, or the fact that it was the closeness of their bodies in this particular tango, that made them want to acknowledge their feelings.
Jared snuck a look at Jensen, who had his lower lip caught in his teeth, and eyes a bit wide. He resisted the urge to reach out to Jensen, not knowing what the response would be. Jensen, for his part was having a hard time not turning and pouncing on his friend and skating partner. He slid his eyes over to the taller man and was surprised to see him looking at him. He took a slight breath when he saw the lust in his eyes. He turned away, with a slight grin, took the camera from Misha, and cleared his throat. “Ok, Mish, I think we got it. Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Alright. Tomorrow. Get some rest. I want to run though it at least two more times.”
“Two? We did almost five today,” Jared borderline whined.
“Yes. Two more times. At least. You two still want to be known as the “same sex Torvill and Dean” right?”
“Well yeah,” Jared started.
“Then you have to work for it. Be prepared,” Misha took the camera and left.
Jared and Jensen waited for their coach to leave the building, before turning to each other, the awkwardness now increasing. They both just stared at each other, then Jensen yanked off his skate guards and headed for the rink.
“What are you doing?” Jared asked.
“We’ve got the rink to ourselves for another hour. I was thinking we could race a bit?”
“Race? Are you serious?”
“I sure am. Why? You scared?” Jensen began making clucking noises and flapping his arms. “I’m Jared. I’m scared. I’m a chicken.”
“Oh you’re getting it now,” Jared ripped off his skate guards and launched himself out on the ice, heading straight for Jensen. The shorter man laughed and took off, Jared hot on his heels.
Jared caught up, and grabbed at the back of Jensen’s shirt, causing the older man to falter slightly and slow, allowing the younger man to pass him.
“Bitch!” Jensen yelled.
“I could be yours!” Jared yelled back, giving a wink.
Jensen’s eyes widened and he sped up, a smirk appearing on his face and he came up behind Jared, shoving him forward against the side wall of the rink. Jared gasped when he felt Jensen’s hardening cock pressed against his ass.
“You wanna be my bitch? You like that? You like my cock shoved against your ass?” Jensen breathed next to Jared’s ear. Jared merely let a whine go, turned and grabbed Jensen’s face, slamming his lips down onto the older man’s. Jensen grinned into the kiss, returning it with as much passion as he could. “Is this ok?” he asked Jared suddenly reminded that they had never broached this behavior before.
“This is great,” Jared murmured before shoving his tongue into Jensen’s mouth. They let their tongues tangle and their hands wander, both gasping when their rapidly growing erections rubbed against each other, the thin cotton workout pants they wore not shielding much.
Jared moved his mouth down Jensen’s jaw and neck, reveling in the sounds he was making. Jensen pulled away, and turned the younger man back around, rutting himself against Jared’s ass, while palming the younger man’s prominent erection. Jared threw his head back against Jensen’s shoulder letting quiet moans spill from his throat. “What do you want, baby,” Jensen growled in Jared’s ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…..uhhh…..I want you to fuck me,” Jared moaned out.
“You want me to fuck you? How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Right here, right now.”
“Right here? On the ice? Where anyone can walk in and see?”
“God yes. Now please.”
Jensen nodded, before hooking his fingers into the waist band of Jared’s pants, lowering them to his ankles, his skates preventing them from being fully removed. He then lowered his own. Jensen moaned at the feel of his freed cock rubbing against Jared’s bare ass. He took two fingers and put them in Jared’s mouth commanding him to suck them, which he did greedily. “Gonna prep you now, use those toe picks,” he took his spit slicked fingers out of Jared’s mouth and slowly inserted them into his tight hole. Jared groaned at the intrusion, feeling discomfort at first before pleasure took over. Pretty soon, as Jensen gently scissored him open, he found himself trying to push back on his fingers.
Jensen took that as a sign that Jared was ready, and positioned his now fully hard cock at his entrance. Slowly he pushed into Jared, reveling in the tightness and heat. Pushing himself up on his toe picks, he began a slow rhythm, rocking in and out, moaning as Jared’s moans picked up as well.
Jared leaned forward over the low side wall, exposing more of his backside to Jensen, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being filled, emptied and being filled again. He found himself pushing back against Jensen, especially when Jensen’s cock brushed against his prostate, and Jensen’s hand wrapped around his own cock.
They quickened the pace as the pleasure gradually increased, both men now not even trying to be quiet, their loud moans and gasps echoing throughout the rink. Jared used his arms to push against the sidewall, and back against Jensen, while Jensen kept on his toe picks, one hand on Jared’s shoulder, the other on Jared’s slick, hard cock.
“God, I’m close,” Jensen moaned, speeding up his thrusts and his stroking of Jared.
“Me….me…ohhhhhh…..me too,” Jared gasped back. “Faster Jen, faster please.”
Jensen complied, thrusting now with reckless abandon, Jared pushing back just as hard. Jensen could feel his release upon him, as his groin tightened, and his body started to shake. Soon he was spilling his seed deep inside Jared’s ass and that was all it took for Jared to reach completion all over Jensen’s hand and the side wall. Both men shook with their releases and collapsed against the side wall. They quickly pulled their pants back up, as laying on the ice, bare skinned would be…….bad. They slid down the wall, landing on the ice, happy and dazed looks on their faces. Jensen turned to Jared, taking his hand in his. “Was it good for you?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Oh, yeah. It was……awesome,” Jared grinned, as he let his head loll back against the wall.
“Think we could win the Compulsories with that?”
“Not really since the Compulsories are already planned out. But it would make an interesting Original Dance,” he paused, listening to Jensen laugh, thinking about what he wanted to tell him. “I’ve……um…..I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he turned to Jensen, relieved when he saw the grin on his face.
“You have?” Jensen asked. “Me too. Been thinking about it for a while now.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, before Jared turned to Jensen. “What does this mean for us though? What does it mean for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…….for me it meant something. It wasn’t just sex. I…um…..I like you. Not just like you, but I think I’ve pretty much fallen for you. I hope that’s not weird or freaks you out,” Jared had a nervous look on his face.
“Jare,” Jensen squeezed his hand. ‘It wasn’t just sex for me either. I’ve fallen for you as well. So no it’s not weird. And if you want to know what I think it means for us, then I’ll tell you. I think I want you for my boyfriend. I want you to myself, and I want to be the only one who shares that level of intimacy with you.”
“I…..wow…..I would love to be your boyfriend. And I want you to myself as well. I…um……I love you.”
Jensen grinned, before pressing his lips to Jared’s in a chaste kiss. “I love you too.”
They both shared a few more kisses, before getting off the cold ice and making their way off the rink, where they left their skate guards. As they headed to the locker room to change and get ready to go home, they watched each other, exchanging little grins and giggles. And somehow they knew they weren’t going to go home separately this evening. Misha was going to be upset. They would be tired at tomorrow’s practice.