New: A Bump in the Road (J2-Growing Up Verse) 1/4 [NC-17]
Title: A Bump in the Road
Verse: Growing Up Verse
Authors: Rini myficjournal and Saklani saklani2
Artist: sardistri
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Series: SPN RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,245
Summary: Jared and Jensen hit their first significant problems when Jensen takes his new freedom to drink a little too far and Jared's TA is extremely cute and handsy.
Disclaimer: Not ours. No money made. No hard intended. Thank you!
Author's Notes: This is an old story, which is the second in a series started by our first Big Bang story, Strangers When We Met. The link to that is above. With that in mind, our writing is a bit different now, but I wanted to make sure this got put up.
Jared Padalecki entered his apartment, tossed his backpack on the bench by the door and headed straight for the kitchen, calling, "Jen?" He pulled a carton of milk from the fridge and chugged a large swallow, grateful to be home after a long day of classes. "Jen, are you home?"
"In the office, Jay." Jensen hunched over the laptop on his desk, fingers typing furiously, only interrupted from time to time to check quotes and sources for his paper. His glasses were perched on his nose, hair sticking out all over the place and several empty snack wrappers littered the floor near his chair. While Jensen normally was neat, when he was in the groove, things mostly went to hell around him.
Jared rolled his eyes, grabbed himself a couple of cookies and headed for the office. "What paper are you working on this time?" he asked, poking his head inside the door, but not daring to enter. When Jensen got deep into his work, he could be... scary.
"Some ridiculous thing the professor assigned today that's due in her office by tomorrow. We're not even getting a full class rotation to do it in." Jensen really hated his literature professor sometimes. She seemed to have it in for all non-literature majors, regardless of their aptitude and willingness. It drove him crazy to have unexpected work dropped on his head when he had his entire schedule planned out. Finishing a paragraph, Jensen turned to smile at Jared, pushing his glasses more firmly on his nose. "How was class?"
Jared beamed at Jensen, loving the way he looked with his hair all over the place and glasses perched on his nose. "You'll do fine, Jen, you always do," he soothed. "You just hate not being able to plan a month in advance. Which reminds me, is tonight the night you have mapped out for sex or is that tomorrow?"
Jensen growled at Jared. "It was going to be this afternoon." He turned around in a pretend huff and squinted at the computer screen.
Jared laughed, high and free. He stepped into the room and pressed a kiss to his disheveled mop of hair. "I'm gonna brew some coffee in the kitchen. Want some?" He slid his capable fingers around Jensen's shoulders and began to massage.
"Mmmmm," Jensen hummed, head falling forward under Jared's capable touch. His boyfriend always knew right where to press and prod to get his body to relax. Rolling his shoulders slightly, Jensen mumbled something about coffee, sleep and sex and hoped Jared understood him.
Jared leaned forward to try and catch the words, but only heard 'coffee' clearly. "All right, I'll bring you some coffee and leave you in peace to finish your paper. I have some reading to do for my Russian Revolution class." He gave a last pat to Jensen's shoulders and headed for the kitchen.
"Jay, come back." Jensen's voice rose to almost a whine. "I said I don't want coffee because I need to sleep. But I want you."
Jared reappeared in the doorway and knelt at Jensen's feet, propping his arms on Jensen's legs. "Sleep?" He glanced at the clock and frowned. "How long have you been working on this paper? And when did you get to bed last night? I don't remember you crawling in with me."
Jensen looked sheepishly at Jared and stroked his hands up and down his arms. "Started this paper when I got off class, but I never slept last night." He rubbed at his eyes like a little kid, a yawn cracking his jaw open. "Still have a lot to do tonight, but I wanted a nap with you."
"You're going to kill yourself at this rate," Jared said, arching up to kiss him gently. "You're grades are near perfect, wunderkind. There's no reason to get so stressed out about everything." He nipped the very tip of Jensen's nose and smiled. "At least promise me you'll
have fun both with me and your older friends for your twenty-first, huh? No studying."
"Yeah, I can do that. I want to have fun with you, too, Jay." Jensen kissed him again, tightening his grip on Jared's shoulders. "Do you have lots to do or will you lay down with me?"
"I have time for you always," Jared said. "Don't even have to ask. The Russian Revolution can wait." He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to Jensen.
Jensen took Jared's hand and almost succeeded in toppling the both to the floor as he depended on Jared to pull him upright. "Mmmm, want you wrapped around me in bed." Jensen rested against Jared and wrapped his arms tight around him with a sigh.
Jared felt thankful for the extra muscle and bone he had packed on since starting college. He held Jensen tightly, pressing kisses to the top of his head. “Why are you working yourself so hard this semester?"
"Trying to get ahead for my PhD. If I get more done now, I'll have a broader scope of possibilities." Jensen curled into Jared for a moment, breathing in the deep scent at his boyfriend's pulse before pulling back with a smile. He kissed him hard, tangling their fingers together and squeezing tight.
Jared kissed back, sliding his hands under Jensen's shirt to caress the warm skin and the bumps of his spine. He pulled back and nuzzled Jensen's cheek. "Let's get you some rest."
"Yeah." Jensen kissed him again and then dragged Jared down the tiny hall of their apartment. It was a modest one bedroom in Cambridge that cost more than it should, but he loved having their own space. The privacy gave them both a chance to relax away from the pressures of the ivy-covered buildings on campus. Jensen shucked out of his pants and underwear before crawling under the covers and holding them up for Jared. "Nap with me for a couple of hours."
Jared arched an eyebrow as Jensen's underwear came off. "You want to sleep?" he asked,
removing his pants and boxers. He climbed into the bed next to Jensen and leaned forward to kiss him.
"Eventually." Jensen grinned and slid closer to Jared, twining their legs together and kissing him. "It's nice to be able to see you in the afternoon, you know?"
"It's good to see you at any time," Jared teased, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. "College life is really crazy for a senior." He caressed Jensen, enjoying the opportunity to touch the body he knew as well as his own. "Can't believe it's been over three years since I left Texas to go to college with you."
Jensen arched into Jared's touch, a smile on his face while he combed his fingers through Jared's hair. His boyfriend's unruly mop was something he loved, along with a million other things Jensen could list. "I'm glad you came with me."
"I couldn't bear not to be with you, Jen," Jared said, heart in his eyes. He rubbed against the fingers in his hair, which had grown even longer in the years since they left Texas.
Jensen chuckled. "Who'd have thought that a group project in high school would have led to this?" He closed his eyes and pressed closer to Jared, nibbling on his lower lip.
"Not us," Jared said with a laugh. He moaned softly at the nibble and pushed against Jensen. "What we doing? Fast? Slow?"
"Slow. Want you." Jensen rocked into Jared's body.
Jared hooked a leg tight around Jensen and pulled until they were pressed from leg to belly to chest. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other as Jensen moved. Gasping softly into the kisses, Jared found his own hips moving in response, until they ground together slowly and sensuously. "God, so good. Always so good with you."
Jensen groaned in response; Jared's words ringing through him. They'd had a surprisingly easy transition to college and their relationship in a wider world. Jensen felt thankful for the space they had together. "Love you, Jay. Want you always." He hitched forward, pressing eagerly into Jared's hip.
Jared made a series of nipping kisses down Jensen's jawline and then covered his mouth for a long kiss. He reached between them to fist their cocks in a huge hand, stroking them in unison. Even as he broke the kiss to gasp for breath, he kept the rhythmic caresses going, working them both slowly.
"Love your hands, Jay. So big..." Jensen arched his head back, throat bared to Jared, while his hips worked in time with Jared's fist.
Jared dropped wet kisses down the length of Jensen's neck. He slowed down his stroking and then released them both, pushing himself down until he disappeared under the covers.
Jensen shuddered, groaning when Jared slid under the covers. He dropped his hands to tangle in his boyfriend's hair, arching his hips slightly off the bed. "God, Jay."
Jared grinned and blew a series of wet raspberries down Jensen's stomach. He lapped up the precome he had left smeared along a firm belly and strong hips. When he reached Jensen's cock, he licked lazily at the tip for a moment and then turned to nuzzle and bite at both thighs.
Jensen tugged gently on Jared's hair while he wriggled against the bed. "Jay," he gasped, first from laughter and then from the bites to his thighs. He rolled his hips and tipped his head back on a groan.
Jared rubbed his cheeks against both sides of Jensen's erection and then slid his mouth over the head and eased his way down to the very bottom. He sucked a little and then pulled back up to the top. Fluttering his tongue over the bundle of nerves just beneath the head, he sucked hard at the very tip.
Even though Jared had given him literally hundreds of blow jobs, his boyfriend's technique still left Jensen trembling and near the edge almost immediately. He shook and moaned, trying to hold back his instinct to thrust into the warm, wet mouth.
Jared pulled back and blew a breath over the dripping head of Jensen's cock. "It's all right to thrust," he said from beneath the sheets. "You know that." He pressed a kiss against the head.
"God, Jay. So fast." Jensen's hips twitched and jerked at the kiss.
Jared chuckled and slid his mouth back over Jensen's cock. He loosened his mouth and throat, wrapped his hands around his hips and tugged him up, hoping Jensen would work with him.
Jensen could never resist and arched into Jared's mouth. His hips moved almost out of his control as he lifted up and then sank back into the bed. "Oh fuck, Jay."
Jared smiled around his mouthful and took the thrusts with practiced ease. He sucked hard, hungering for the taste of his lover and rubbing his thumbs over and over Jensen's hips. In his throat, he felt the tip hit the back now and then, even as he hummed a tune.
The vibrations made Jensen cry out, body shaking.
Saliva flooded Jared's mouth at Jensen's reaction and ran down the sides of Jensen's cock. He slurped loudly as he sucked his treat, adding a hand to the fun by rolling Jensen's balls between his fingers.
Jensen thrust one more time and spurted down Jared’s throat.
Jared swallowed all of Jensen's come with the ease of being well attuned to his lover. He pulled off only when every trace was gone and then pressed a kiss to the tip of Jensen's spent cock and bellybutton. "My Jen," he said contentedly, resting his head on Jensen's stomach.
Jensen gentled his touch, stroking it through Jared's hair with a soft moan. "C'mere, Jay," he said, tugging his boyfriend up to his side with what little energy he had left.
Jared climbed right up and kissed Jensen to share his flavor. Settling down beside him and wrapping himself firmly around his body, he sighed and snuggled in. "That was good."
"Mmmm, always good with you." Jensen stroked down Jared's head, back and ass. He held him close and kissed him again, before pulling back slightly. "Want to feel you inside me. Please."
"Really?" Jared frowned, stroking Jensen's tired face. "Shouldn't you get some sleep, Jen? We can do that after you rest up." He kissed the dark pouch underneath Jensen's right and then left eye.
"We can do it again later, too." Jensen chuckled softly, tired, but wanting Jared badly.
Jared paused, considering the options, and then surged to his knees, over Jen. "You're sure?" He reached for the lube- they hadn't used condoms in two years- and clutched it tight in one hand. "Are you, Jen?"
"Yeah, Jay. Please. Want you." Jensen reached down and curled his hand around Jared's cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip while staring in Jared's eyes.
Jared hissed and shut his eyes, before shooing Jensen away from his cock. "Don't do that. Want this to last." He rested his forehead against Jensen and breathed in and out a few times to calm down.
Jensen dropped his hands to the mattress with a hoarse chuckle, lifted his legs to his chest and then spread them wide. "Want you so much, Jay."
"Fuck, Jen." Jared nearly squeezed lube all over. Carefully, he painted the outside of Jensen's anus, before pressing a long finger inside.
Arching into Jared's hand, Jensen bore down on his finger so it could slide all the way in. He groaned, closed his eyes and rolled his head on the bed. "More, Jay. All of you."
Jared refused to rush, taking his time to prepare Jensen. He added a second finger and scissored in deep, feeling muscle yield easily to his probing fingers. "Fuck, Jen, you're so eager."
"Always am for you." Jensen arched and writhed into Jared's touch. He equally adored and despised the slow way Jared loved to tease him. "Please, Jay, need you."
Jared removed his fingers and slid up to kiss Jensen. "All right, Jen, I'll give you what you want." He slicked his own cock with quick efficiency, lifted Jensen's legs the way he wanted and slid right on home.
Jensen tipped his head back on a cry, the feel of Jared sliding deep so perfect. He reached up and clung to his boyfriend's shoulders, pulling Jared down into a kiss and using the leverage to push his hips hard against Jared's.
"Shh, Jen," Jared soothed into his mouth. He trailed soft kisses over his cheeks, neck and finally mouth. His hips slid him in and out of Jensen in slow, easy fashion. He wanted his boyfriend to ease into another orgasm, so they could drift peacefully from there to sleep. "Like that, Jen?"
"Feels so good, Jay." Their bodies moved languidly, in tune with each other after their years together. "So glad you came home early." He tugged Jared down by his hair and kissed him slow and steady.
Used to Jensen's fixation with his hair, which was one of the reasons he wore it so long, Jared chuckled and kissed back. He rubbed his tongue sensuously against Jensen's in time to the beat of his hips. He angled to rub over Jensen's prostate every time.
Jensen jerked hard, arching into Jared's hips with a cry for every stroke over his prostate. "Oh fuck, Jay. Please."
"What's the matter?" Jared asked, content to keep up his slow pace, letting the pleasure build between them. "Don't like this?"
"I always want more from you." Jensen arched and writhed into Jared's hips. "More, faster, harder." He grinned at Jared and then tugged him in for another kiss.
"Not this time," Jared murmured before kissing him again. "Next time. When you're more awake." He reached between them to stroke Jensen's rejuvenated erection.
Groaning, Jensen rocked into Jared's hips, body knowing his boyfriend's rhythm instinctually. "Jay," he sighed and stroked one hand down Jared's back, the other still tangled in Jared's hair to keep him close for a heated kiss.
"Fuck, I could do this all day and all night and all day again," Jared whispered. "Just rock into you like this, so deep. Fucking perfect around me."
Jensen rocked into Jared again. "You might kill me if you tried, Jay." He held Jared close and ground their hips together again and again.
"But what a way to die," Jared purred, rubbing his nose into the curve of Jensen's neck. "Me inside you. Nobody would ever doubt how close we are."
"Well, if you're done with me," Jensen teased, knowing his boyfriend was far from done with their relationship. He rolled his hips again with a groan.
"I'll have to trade you in for a hotter, older model," Jared agreed sadly, forcing the words out. "You know I like 'em older." He ducked his head to kiss Jensen's neck.
"Hey!" Jensen tilted his head, arching against Jared in a futile attempt to throw his boyfriend off.
Jared paused and caught Jensen's head to pull him back for another kiss. "You know I don't want anyone but you, doofus," he said, between kisses. "You're my first. And my last."
Jensen returned the kiss and growled softly into Jared's mouth. "Your only," Jensen breathed, holding him tight.
“Yeah," Jared agreed and picked up speed. "Though my TA for the Russian Revolution is attractive." He sped up his hips.
Jensen furrowed his brow and dragged Jared in for a heated kiss that ended with a bite to his lower lip. "Don't you dare.”
Jared kissed back softly and reassuringly. "Don't need anybody else." He twisted to nibble on Jensen's right ear, tugging lightly on the lobe. "Going to lick out your ass when I'm done."
"Oh fuck, Jay." Jensen arched and strained against Jared's body, pushing and demanding more from his teasing lover.
Jared purred at the response and decided to end his prolonged teasing. Jensen needed his rest, after all. So, he bit down one more time on Jensen's earlobe, grabbed his hips and sped them both toward climax.
Jensen arched, spine bowing off the bed, and howled. He clung to Jared, cock shooting spurt after spurt of come between them.
Trapped in the vise of Jensen's body, Jared did not fight the urge to follow close after him. He plunged straight into orgasm, the same mind-blowing, teeth shattering, life-altering climax that Jensen always induced.
Slumping to the bed, Jensen clung to Jared while he gasped and panted for breath. He opened his eyes and did his best to relax the tight grip he had on Jared's shoulders.
Easing down, Jared held tight to Jensen until his body slipped naturally, if sadly, from the warm sheath. Smiling wickedly and kissing Jensen's swollen mouth, he pushed away, tilted Jensen on his stomach and disappeared under the covers again. In a few seconds, the sound of hungry lapping and contented little moans emerged from beneath the mounded sheets and blankets.
Jensen's entire body went rigid, hands digging into the sheets while he pushed back against Jared's face. He turned and buried his face in the pillow, crying out and then biting at the material while Jared teased the excited and tender skin.
Jared sucked and licked and lapped and nibbled until he could not find a remaining trace of come. Sighing regretfully and pushing his tongue deep into the loosened anus one last time, he scooted back up Jensen's body and curled around him. "Thank goodness for flavored lube."
Slowly relaxing into the bed, Jensen trembled and nodded absently. He'd heard Jared, but wasn't paying much attention. Jensen finally turned his head out of the pillow on a sigh. "You staying?" He scooted forward to burrow into Jared's body.
"Why would I leave?" Jared asked, puzzled. He reached down to cup Jensen's spent cock in a protective hand, a gesture he'd started after they'd been reunited in Texas after Jared's accident. Snuggling into the pillow, he prepared for a few peaceful hours napping and holding Jensen close.
"Stay," Jensen mumbled, curling his arm around Jared and slipping into sleep without really registering anything that Jared said to him.
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Jensen slid his messenger bag around to the front while digging for his keys. His iPod relaxed his brain after a long day, and he bopped to the music while unlocking their front door and slipping inside. He stomped off his boots, putting them off to the side. There was an extra set of boots already there, and Jensen tugged the earbuds out of his ears before calling Jared's name when he started through the house.
"We're in the living room, Jen," Jared called, head bent over his Russian Revolution text. "This paper's going to be a snap with your help, Neilran," he said, glancing up to smile at his TA. "It was nice of you to offer me some home tutoring.”
"‘Tis never a problem for you, Jared," Neilran said, blue eyes taking in all of Jared as he spoke in his honeyed Scottish accent. "You're no regular student, and there's great pleasure to be had in your company."
Padding softly down the hall, Jensen heard slung his bag over his head and stopped in the doorway, the bag dangling from one arm. A gorgeous, dark and foreign, if his accent was anything to go by, man sat close to Jared and eyed him like a sweet in a bakery window. "Hey," he said softly, leaning his back against the wall and bracing himself on the doorjamb.
Jared bounded off the couch and greeted Jensen with a soft kiss and hug. "Hey, Jen. Have a good day? Neilran was giving me some extra tutoring in my Russian Revolution stuff. Never had quite so anal a prof, but Neilran really helps." He turned to the Scottish man and gestured toward Jensen. "This is my boyfriend, Jensen."
Neilran stood gracefully and strode over to offer Jensen a hand, sizing up his competition quite cooly. "Neilran."
Jensen leaned into Jared for the hug and kiss, smile brilliant for his boyfriend. Not a flicker betrayed the way Jensen considered that this gorgeous man was Jared's Russian Revolution tutor. The one he'd mentioned was attractive. He hated the way it curled in his stomach, but turned and offered his hand to Neilran. He silently telegraphed that Jared was his and off limits. "Jensen," he answered evenly.
Neilran noticed the warning and deepened his smile, telegraphing that he had every intention of winning what was now Jensen's. "Your boyfriend is really quite remarkable," he told Jensen, "but I suppose you might have noticed that by now." He flashed a perfectly white smile.
Jared, completely oblivious to anything except Jensen, waved a hand at Neilran in dismissal of the words. "Jensen thinks I'm good enough for him. That's the amazing thing."
"Stop that, Jared." Jensen turned a fond smile on him. "You're far too good for me." He gazed back at Neilran and narrowed his eyes slightly in a less subtle warning to back off. "I've known how remarkable Jay is since I met him four years ago."
Neilran lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Four years? You've known each other since high school. You must know each other a little too well by now."
Jared blinked in complete non-comprehension. "Never get to know Jen too well." He kissed him once and said, "Just planned to discuss one last chapter with Neilran and then I'm all yours, if you want me."
"Always want you, Jay." Jensen smiled at Jared and leaned in for another kiss before rubbing their noses together. "You go ahead and finish up your work while I make dinner. You want your favorite spaghetti or steak?"
Jared nuzzled back and considered seriously, since this was dinner. "Garlic bread?" he asked hopefully.
Jensen chuckled and kissed the edge of Jared's lips. "Of course, if you want." His eyes crinkled in merriment at how boyish Jared could still be. Jared was so smart and so much older than his age, that these glimpses were brief reminders that he was still a teenager.
Jared grinned big and bright. "Spaghetti and garlic bread. I'll make up the salad when we're done." He kissed Jensen again, ending up lingering longer than he intended. When he pulled back, he did not noticed Neilran watching them with a hungry expression.
"Yeah, okay." Jensen leaned in for another brief kiss, squeezed Jared's hip and shot him a look that promised much more than spaghetti and garlic bread.
Jared turned to Neilran with a contented smile. "Sorry for all the slop," he said. "A lot of our friends find us completely disgusting." He headed back for his books.
Neilran just shook his head. "You two are obviously close. Look, how about we pick this up tomorrow. I doubt you'll be in any shape to pay attention now." He began to pack up his stuff, putting it into a backpack. "You can come to my place after class."
"Oh hey, thanks," Jared said, dimpling. "I do kinda get distracted once Jen comes home." He glanced toward the kitchen. "Thank for coming over."
"My pleasure," Neilran said. "I'll let myself out." He headed for the door, poking his head into the kitchen as he did. "Nice to meet you, Jensen. You've got a real great boyfriend there."
Jensen moved about the kitchen, pulling out the pots he needed. He filled the first with water and set it to heat before opening a container of sauce he'd made up a few days ago and dumping the frozen mass in the other pot. Turning, Jensen smiled at Neilran the best he could. "Good to meet you, too, Neilran. And yes, Jared is the best thing in my life. Have a good night."
Neilran nodded and headed out the door, letting it shut tightly behind him.
Jared raced into the kitchen, grabbed Jensen and kissed him much more properly then he had before. "Jen."
"Jay," Jensen breathed into his mouth, arms coming up around his neck. He arched into Jared and nibbled at his lower lip.
Jared held Jensen tightly and sighed. "How was your day?"
"Long." Jensen leaned in and kiss Jared. "Hectic." He nibbled at Jared's lower lip. "Better now." Mouthing along Jared's jaw, Jensen presses his lips to Jared's ear. "Always better when I'm with you."
Jared chuckled and rubbed Jensen's back in long sweeps. "Always better when you're here, too. Miss you during the day. Why are we taking different classes again?"
Jensen chuckled, arching his body into Jared's touches. "Because we have different majors." The water started to boil behind him, so Jensen reluctantly slipped from Jared's arms and added the pasta before mashing the spoon through the melting block of spaghetti sauce. He swirled it around and then turned back to Jared.
Jared mixed a bowl of caesar salad on the table, lifting his head to smile at Jensen. "I miss froshie days, when we went to all our classes together. Though, not living together was hard." He tossed the lettuce in the air easily.
"Classes together or living together." Jensen smiled back and then swirled the sauce again before tasting it. He nodded, the flavors still as distinctive as the day he made it. Moving to the spaghetti, Jensen swirled the spoon in the water to separate the strands slightly before heading to the fridge to get the garlic butter.
"What did you think of Neilran?" Jared asked setting the salad in the middle of the table. He went to get some milk for them both.
Jensen gritted his teeth, turning to roughly slice the loaf of Italian bread in half. He took a calming breath and forced his shoulders to relax. "Seemed nice; interested in you. Is he good at the subject?"
"Yeah. He's a graduate student in Russian Studies. Interesting topic, but no thank you. Way too depressing." Jared filled their glasses with milk and put the carton away. "I mean, the revolution was like the best thing to happen, except how it all went wrong."
Laughing, Jensen slathered the bread with the butter and then turned the toaster oven on to broil at four hundred degrees before sliding the bread on a small cookie sheet. He couldn't imagine studying it either, but had half a mind to jump in the class as an auditing student to keep an eye on Neilran.
Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen and pressed against his back with a deep sigh. He kissed Jensen's nape and nibbled. "Can't wait for your birthday tomorrow night. Your favorite dinner, cake, ice cream, movies and sex. Just us. We need more just us time."
"Yeah?" Jensen shuddered in Jared's arms, his head tipping the the side while his eyes slid closed. "I like the idea of that." He turned to steal a kiss and then put the bread in the toaster oven and glanced at the clock. Two minutes until the pasta was done.
"Well, it is your birthday. The big two-one!' Jared bounced on his feet and then sighed. "Wish I could go out with you and your friends. Hate being so young sometimes."
"Not going anywhere tomorrow, Jay. That's just for us." Jensen turned off the timer as soon as it started buzzing, pouring the pasta and water into the colander already in the sink. He left it there to stir the sauce a couple more times and then added the spaghetti to the sauce and stirred it briskly. "I wish you could come when we go out, too. But, we'll celebrate big for your twenty-first."
"In four years," Jared sighed, taking his seat and watching Jen with a sad expression. "I'm glad tomorrow is for us, but hate not being able to share all of your birthday celebration." He ducked his head and bit his lower lip to keep it from pouting.
Jensen served the pasta into a bowl and put it on the table before stepping between Jared's legs and cupping his face. He rubbed his thumb over Jared's lower lip to tug it out from his teeth. "I wish you could go, too. I promise that I'll think of you all night." Leaning down, he kissed Jared slowly.
Jared kissed back. "No cute frat boys, right?"
"Never." Jensen smiled, but looked seriously into Jared's eyes. "No one but you for me, Jay."
"I know." Jared shoved Jensen gently toward his chair. "Eat now, before it gets cold."
"Dig in while I get the bread." Jensen kissed Jared's nose then moved to get the bread from the toaster oven, stopping to grab the grated cheese from the fridge before depositing both on the table. "Where are we going for dinner tomorrow night, Jay?"
"You want to go out?" Jared asked, looking up at Jensen. "Or do you want me to cook? I'm still the best cook you know." He tangled their legs comfortably under the table.
Jensen smiled and said, "Anything you want. When you mentioned dinner and a movie, I just thought you meant out, but I’m more than happy to stay in. The best way to spend my birthday is with you."
"Okay, dinner and movie here. Whatever movie you want. But don't intend on watching too much of it, cause I'll try to distract you by making out the whole time." Jared dimpled and munched a bite of salad. "I have to go to Neilran's right after class, but I’ll get home early."
Grinding his teeth together at the thought of Jared spending time with Neilran on his birthday, Jensen took a couple of deep breaths. "I'll grab a movie on the way home tomorrow night, then. I like it when you distract me." Jensen rubbed his foot against Jared's and then twirled his fork in the spaghetti before taking a large bite.
"Was hoping you might. But we can watch, if you want. Your birthday." Jared rubbed his right foot over Jensen's, caressing carefully.
Jensen shook his head. "Nah, I want to be distracted." Jensen sipped the milk and took a bite of bread, groaning slightly. He loved garlic and butter on crispy bread. "How late will you be studying?"
"Tomorrow? Or tonight?" Jared asked, munching a whole piece of bread in two bites.
"Tomorrow. With Neilran." Even the name stuck in Jensen's throat. He looked at his plate, slowly and carefully twirling up the strands to shove into his mouth.
"Class ends at one. I want to cover a couple of chapters with him tomorrow for my project. Three?" Jared nodded at his own guesstimate. "No more than two hours. Why?"
"No reason." Jensen shook his head and smiled at Jared. "Just figured if you weren't going to be here then I'd go study in the library, but sounds like you'll be home around the time I get here."
"It's your birthday," Jared said. "Course I'll be here when you get back from class. And no late studying for you either, Jen."
Jensen chuckled and shook his head. "Don’t worry. I won’t be out late…I’ll be here right around the time you come home."
"Good. I'm counting on that now, so you better not let me down." Jared dimpled at Jensen. "Can't believe you're going to be twenty-one, Jen. Feels like we just met sometimes." He dropped his head so his bangs fell over his eyes. "Expect the old gang to just come busting through the door."
Nodding, Jensen swirled his fork through the pasta. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's almost hard to believe that we're nearly done here. And most of the old gang's finishing their freshman year." He laughed and rubbed his leg against Jared's. "We did just have our four-year anniversary, though."
Jared blushed thinking about their celebration of that day and pressed his foot against Jensen's thigh. "And the guys who beat me up will be celebrating their third year in jail soon." He lifted his eyes to Jensen, searching his face. "No regrets?"
"Never." Jensen smiled at Jared, letting him see every single bit of love that he felt for him. "Everyday I have with you is exactly what and where I want to be. What about you? You never really got the chance to see what it is like to be with anyone else."
"I never needed anyone else," Jared said, eyes shining back at Jensen. "Don't even notice anyone else, cause I have you. Everyone else diminishes against that." He shoveled a huge forkful of noodles in his mouth and slurped happily. "My first, my last, my everything," he sang around them, very off key.
Jensen pretended to groan at Jared’s singing, but the sentiment went a long way to settling his irrational fears about Neilran. Jared has loved him for more than four years and that was all that mattered. He still thought, sometimes, that Jared deserved to be young and meet other people, but the thought of letting his boyfriend go left Jensen cold.
Jared launched into what might have been the worst Barry White imitation in history. He leaped out of his chair at the end and scooted on his knees to Jensen's feet, arms spread wide in mock supplication as he brought the song to a shrieking end. And then he collapsed into laughter, leaning up against Jensen's legs.
Dropping his hand to Jared's head, Jensen slid his fingers through the long strands of hair while trying not to choke on laughter. His boyfriend was such a goof, and it only made Jensen love him more. "I love you, Jay. Always." Jensen curled his hand into a fist and tugged Jared up to meet his mouth.
Jared kissed him through laughter. Somehow, that made the kiss even better, but the passion soon equalled the laughter as the kiss lingered and deepened. "Jen," Jared whispered as their mouths parted. He stood and straddled Jensen's lap.
Jensen dragged him down for another heated kiss. Sometimes, he marveled that they were still so sexually interested in each other, as he long ago expected them to hit some a rut. But they never had.
Jared clutched Jensen's head with big hands and kissed him until spots danced before his eyes. Pulling back to pant heavily, he nuzzled under Jensen's chin until he scented his pulse point. "Fuck, like an aphrodisiac every time.”
Shuddering at Jared's playful nuzzle, Jensen shook his head and said, "Only an aphrodisiac for you, Jay. No one else seems to notice." He laughed again, gripped Jared's shoulders and sat him back. "Let's finish dinner, Jay. then we can go to bed early." His eyes flashed his intent, hot and heavy gaze meeting Jared's.
Jared laughed and nipped lightly at the soft flesh of Jensen's neck. "Lots of people notice, Jen." He slid off reluctantly and went back to his own seat. "You tired?" he asked, flashing a teasing look at Jensen. "That why you want to go to bed early?"
"Exhausted. I want to go to bed and get lots of sleep. I suppose, I could do that without you, but sleeping alone is not nearly as pleasurable as with someone else." Jensen grinned, forked up a bite of his pasta and winked at Jared.
Jared arched both eyebrows high into his bangs. "I don't know, Jen, I tend to interrupt your beauty sleep. Maybe I should stay on the couch."
"What're a few interruptions between friends?" Jensen asked.
"I like them," Jared said, voice low and husky. "I like them a lot." He took a piece of garlic bread and basically deep-throated it.
Jensen choked on his own bread at the site and shoveled the rest of his dinner in his mouth before getting up to clean the leftovers from the table. He wanted Jared - now. And he was going to get what he wanted as fast as he could.
Jared tried not to laugh as he finished his own dinner, not really wanting to choke to death on his food. But Jensen's face when he saw Jared eating the garlic bread... priceless. He helplessly snickered.
Cleaning up the rest of the pasta, Jensen packed it away and then put the pots and pans in the dishwasher. Finally, Jensen dropped into his seat across from Jared to watch him finish his food.
"That was pretty impressive, Jen," Jared said, setting down his fork on his empty plate. He stood and sashayed over to the sink, swinging his ass in an exaggerated fashion. Leaning over farther then he had to, he rinsed off the dishes and then carefully stuck them in the dishwasher, ass flashing at Jensen every moment. He wanted Jensen revved up and ready to pounce.
Jensen knew what Jared was doing and was helpless in the face of his desire and love for his boyfriend. "You’re such a tease, Jay. Such a goddamn tease." Pushing out of his seat, he crossed the room and pinned Jared against the dishwasher, biting at his neck.
Jared laughed and pushed back against Jensen's cock, grinding and rubbing shamelessly. "Want you to fuck me, Jensen. Want you to pin me to the bed and drill me right through the mattress. Make me scream."
Growling at Jared's words, Jensen bit at his throat again. "Anything you want, Jay. Always." He grabbed Jared's hips and rubbed his cock at the seam of Jared's jeans.
Jared laughed, pushed Jensen off him, said, "If you can catch me," and took off toward their bedroom. "Old man!"
Jensen raced after Jared, growling about being called an old man. He was only a step behind Jared before he tackled him to their bed.
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Verse: Growing Up Verse
Authors: Rini myficjournal and Saklani saklani2
Artist: sardistri
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Series: SPN RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,245
Summary: Jared and Jensen hit their first significant problems when Jensen takes his new freedom to drink a little too far and Jared's TA is extremely cute and handsy.
Disclaimer: Not ours. No money made. No hard intended. Thank you!
Author's Notes: This is an old story, which is the second in a series started by our first Big Bang story, Strangers When We Met. The link to that is above. With that in mind, our writing is a bit different now, but I wanted to make sure this got put up.
Jared Padalecki entered his apartment, tossed his backpack on the bench by the door and headed straight for the kitchen, calling, "Jen?" He pulled a carton of milk from the fridge and chugged a large swallow, grateful to be home after a long day of classes. "Jen, are you home?"
"In the office, Jay." Jensen hunched over the laptop on his desk, fingers typing furiously, only interrupted from time to time to check quotes and sources for his paper. His glasses were perched on his nose, hair sticking out all over the place and several empty snack wrappers littered the floor near his chair. While Jensen normally was neat, when he was in the groove, things mostly went to hell around him.
Jared rolled his eyes, grabbed himself a couple of cookies and headed for the office. "What paper are you working on this time?" he asked, poking his head inside the door, but not daring to enter. When Jensen got deep into his work, he could be... scary.
"Some ridiculous thing the professor assigned today that's due in her office by tomorrow. We're not even getting a full class rotation to do it in." Jensen really hated his literature professor sometimes. She seemed to have it in for all non-literature majors, regardless of their aptitude and willingness. It drove him crazy to have unexpected work dropped on his head when he had his entire schedule planned out. Finishing a paragraph, Jensen turned to smile at Jared, pushing his glasses more firmly on his nose. "How was class?"
Jared beamed at Jensen, loving the way he looked with his hair all over the place and glasses perched on his nose. "You'll do fine, Jen, you always do," he soothed. "You just hate not being able to plan a month in advance. Which reminds me, is tonight the night you have mapped out for sex or is that tomorrow?"
Jensen growled at Jared. "It was going to be this afternoon." He turned around in a pretend huff and squinted at the computer screen.
Jared laughed, high and free. He stepped into the room and pressed a kiss to his disheveled mop of hair. "I'm gonna brew some coffee in the kitchen. Want some?" He slid his capable fingers around Jensen's shoulders and began to massage.
"Mmmmm," Jensen hummed, head falling forward under Jared's capable touch. His boyfriend always knew right where to press and prod to get his body to relax. Rolling his shoulders slightly, Jensen mumbled something about coffee, sleep and sex and hoped Jared understood him.
Jared leaned forward to try and catch the words, but only heard 'coffee' clearly. "All right, I'll bring you some coffee and leave you in peace to finish your paper. I have some reading to do for my Russian Revolution class." He gave a last pat to Jensen's shoulders and headed for the kitchen.
"Jay, come back." Jensen's voice rose to almost a whine. "I said I don't want coffee because I need to sleep. But I want you."
Jared reappeared in the doorway and knelt at Jensen's feet, propping his arms on Jensen's legs. "Sleep?" He glanced at the clock and frowned. "How long have you been working on this paper? And when did you get to bed last night? I don't remember you crawling in with me."
Jensen looked sheepishly at Jared and stroked his hands up and down his arms. "Started this paper when I got off class, but I never slept last night." He rubbed at his eyes like a little kid, a yawn cracking his jaw open. "Still have a lot to do tonight, but I wanted a nap with you."
"You're going to kill yourself at this rate," Jared said, arching up to kiss him gently. "You're grades are near perfect, wunderkind. There's no reason to get so stressed out about everything." He nipped the very tip of Jensen's nose and smiled. "At least promise me you'll
have fun both with me and your older friends for your twenty-first, huh? No studying."
"Yeah, I can do that. I want to have fun with you, too, Jay." Jensen kissed him again, tightening his grip on Jared's shoulders. "Do you have lots to do or will you lay down with me?"
"I have time for you always," Jared said. "Don't even have to ask. The Russian Revolution can wait." He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to Jensen.
Jensen took Jared's hand and almost succeeded in toppling the both to the floor as he depended on Jared to pull him upright. "Mmmm, want you wrapped around me in bed." Jensen rested against Jared and wrapped his arms tight around him with a sigh.
Jared felt thankful for the extra muscle and bone he had packed on since starting college. He held Jensen tightly, pressing kisses to the top of his head. “Why are you working yourself so hard this semester?"
"Trying to get ahead for my PhD. If I get more done now, I'll have a broader scope of possibilities." Jensen curled into Jared for a moment, breathing in the deep scent at his boyfriend's pulse before pulling back with a smile. He kissed him hard, tangling their fingers together and squeezing tight.
Jared kissed back, sliding his hands under Jensen's shirt to caress the warm skin and the bumps of his spine. He pulled back and nuzzled Jensen's cheek. "Let's get you some rest."
"Yeah." Jensen kissed him again and then dragged Jared down the tiny hall of their apartment. It was a modest one bedroom in Cambridge that cost more than it should, but he loved having their own space. The privacy gave them both a chance to relax away from the pressures of the ivy-covered buildings on campus. Jensen shucked out of his pants and underwear before crawling under the covers and holding them up for Jared. "Nap with me for a couple of hours."
Jared arched an eyebrow as Jensen's underwear came off. "You want to sleep?" he asked,
removing his pants and boxers. He climbed into the bed next to Jensen and leaned forward to kiss him.
"Eventually." Jensen grinned and slid closer to Jared, twining their legs together and kissing him. "It's nice to be able to see you in the afternoon, you know?"
"It's good to see you at any time," Jared teased, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. "College life is really crazy for a senior." He caressed Jensen, enjoying the opportunity to touch the body he knew as well as his own. "Can't believe it's been over three years since I left Texas to go to college with you."
Jensen arched into Jared's touch, a smile on his face while he combed his fingers through Jared's hair. His boyfriend's unruly mop was something he loved, along with a million other things Jensen could list. "I'm glad you came with me."
"I couldn't bear not to be with you, Jen," Jared said, heart in his eyes. He rubbed against the fingers in his hair, which had grown even longer in the years since they left Texas.
Jensen chuckled. "Who'd have thought that a group project in high school would have led to this?" He closed his eyes and pressed closer to Jared, nibbling on his lower lip.
"Not us," Jared said with a laugh. He moaned softly at the nibble and pushed against Jensen. "What we doing? Fast? Slow?"
"Slow. Want you." Jensen rocked into Jared's body.
Jared hooked a leg tight around Jensen and pulled until they were pressed from leg to belly to chest. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other as Jensen moved. Gasping softly into the kisses, Jared found his own hips moving in response, until they ground together slowly and sensuously. "God, so good. Always so good with you."
Jensen groaned in response; Jared's words ringing through him. They'd had a surprisingly easy transition to college and their relationship in a wider world. Jensen felt thankful for the space they had together. "Love you, Jay. Want you always." He hitched forward, pressing eagerly into Jared's hip.
Jared made a series of nipping kisses down Jensen's jawline and then covered his mouth for a long kiss. He reached between them to fist their cocks in a huge hand, stroking them in unison. Even as he broke the kiss to gasp for breath, he kept the rhythmic caresses going, working them both slowly.
"Love your hands, Jay. So big..." Jensen arched his head back, throat bared to Jared, while his hips worked in time with Jared's fist.
Jared dropped wet kisses down the length of Jensen's neck. He slowed down his stroking and then released them both, pushing himself down until he disappeared under the covers.
Jensen shuddered, groaning when Jared slid under the covers. He dropped his hands to tangle in his boyfriend's hair, arching his hips slightly off the bed. "God, Jay."
Jared grinned and blew a series of wet raspberries down Jensen's stomach. He lapped up the precome he had left smeared along a firm belly and strong hips. When he reached Jensen's cock, he licked lazily at the tip for a moment and then turned to nuzzle and bite at both thighs.
Jensen tugged gently on Jared's hair while he wriggled against the bed. "Jay," he gasped, first from laughter and then from the bites to his thighs. He rolled his hips and tipped his head back on a groan.
Jared rubbed his cheeks against both sides of Jensen's erection and then slid his mouth over the head and eased his way down to the very bottom. He sucked a little and then pulled back up to the top. Fluttering his tongue over the bundle of nerves just beneath the head, he sucked hard at the very tip.
Even though Jared had given him literally hundreds of blow jobs, his boyfriend's technique still left Jensen trembling and near the edge almost immediately. He shook and moaned, trying to hold back his instinct to thrust into the warm, wet mouth.
Jared pulled back and blew a breath over the dripping head of Jensen's cock. "It's all right to thrust," he said from beneath the sheets. "You know that." He pressed a kiss against the head.
"God, Jay. So fast." Jensen's hips twitched and jerked at the kiss.
Jared chuckled and slid his mouth back over Jensen's cock. He loosened his mouth and throat, wrapped his hands around his hips and tugged him up, hoping Jensen would work with him.
Jensen could never resist and arched into Jared's mouth. His hips moved almost out of his control as he lifted up and then sank back into the bed. "Oh fuck, Jay."
Jared smiled around his mouthful and took the thrusts with practiced ease. He sucked hard, hungering for the taste of his lover and rubbing his thumbs over and over Jensen's hips. In his throat, he felt the tip hit the back now and then, even as he hummed a tune.
The vibrations made Jensen cry out, body shaking.
Saliva flooded Jared's mouth at Jensen's reaction and ran down the sides of Jensen's cock. He slurped loudly as he sucked his treat, adding a hand to the fun by rolling Jensen's balls between his fingers.
Jensen thrust one more time and spurted down Jared’s throat.
Jared swallowed all of Jensen's come with the ease of being well attuned to his lover. He pulled off only when every trace was gone and then pressed a kiss to the tip of Jensen's spent cock and bellybutton. "My Jen," he said contentedly, resting his head on Jensen's stomach.
Jensen gentled his touch, stroking it through Jared's hair with a soft moan. "C'mere, Jay," he said, tugging his boyfriend up to his side with what little energy he had left.
Jared climbed right up and kissed Jensen to share his flavor. Settling down beside him and wrapping himself firmly around his body, he sighed and snuggled in. "That was good."
"Mmmm, always good with you." Jensen stroked down Jared's head, back and ass. He held him close and kissed him again, before pulling back slightly. "Want to feel you inside me. Please."
"Really?" Jared frowned, stroking Jensen's tired face. "Shouldn't you get some sleep, Jen? We can do that after you rest up." He kissed the dark pouch underneath Jensen's right and then left eye.
"We can do it again later, too." Jensen chuckled softly, tired, but wanting Jared badly.
Jared paused, considering the options, and then surged to his knees, over Jen. "You're sure?" He reached for the lube- they hadn't used condoms in two years- and clutched it tight in one hand. "Are you, Jen?"
"Yeah, Jay. Please. Want you." Jensen reached down and curled his hand around Jared's cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip while staring in Jared's eyes.
Jared hissed and shut his eyes, before shooing Jensen away from his cock. "Don't do that. Want this to last." He rested his forehead against Jensen and breathed in and out a few times to calm down.
Jensen dropped his hands to the mattress with a hoarse chuckle, lifted his legs to his chest and then spread them wide. "Want you so much, Jay."
"Fuck, Jen." Jared nearly squeezed lube all over. Carefully, he painted the outside of Jensen's anus, before pressing a long finger inside.
Arching into Jared's hand, Jensen bore down on his finger so it could slide all the way in. He groaned, closed his eyes and rolled his head on the bed. "More, Jay. All of you."
Jared refused to rush, taking his time to prepare Jensen. He added a second finger and scissored in deep, feeling muscle yield easily to his probing fingers. "Fuck, Jen, you're so eager."
"Always am for you." Jensen arched and writhed into Jared's touch. He equally adored and despised the slow way Jared loved to tease him. "Please, Jay, need you."
Jared removed his fingers and slid up to kiss Jensen. "All right, Jen, I'll give you what you want." He slicked his own cock with quick efficiency, lifted Jensen's legs the way he wanted and slid right on home.
Jensen tipped his head back on a cry, the feel of Jared sliding deep so perfect. He reached up and clung to his boyfriend's shoulders, pulling Jared down into a kiss and using the leverage to push his hips hard against Jared's.
"Shh, Jen," Jared soothed into his mouth. He trailed soft kisses over his cheeks, neck and finally mouth. His hips slid him in and out of Jensen in slow, easy fashion. He wanted his boyfriend to ease into another orgasm, so they could drift peacefully from there to sleep. "Like that, Jen?"
"Feels so good, Jay." Their bodies moved languidly, in tune with each other after their years together. "So glad you came home early." He tugged Jared down by his hair and kissed him slow and steady.
Used to Jensen's fixation with his hair, which was one of the reasons he wore it so long, Jared chuckled and kissed back. He rubbed his tongue sensuously against Jensen's in time to the beat of his hips. He angled to rub over Jensen's prostate every time.
Jensen jerked hard, arching into Jared's hips with a cry for every stroke over his prostate. "Oh fuck, Jay. Please."
"What's the matter?" Jared asked, content to keep up his slow pace, letting the pleasure build between them. "Don't like this?"
"I always want more from you." Jensen arched and writhed into Jared's hips. "More, faster, harder." He grinned at Jared and then tugged him in for another kiss.
"Not this time," Jared murmured before kissing him again. "Next time. When you're more awake." He reached between them to stroke Jensen's rejuvenated erection.
Groaning, Jensen rocked into Jared's hips, body knowing his boyfriend's rhythm instinctually. "Jay," he sighed and stroked one hand down Jared's back, the other still tangled in Jared's hair to keep him close for a heated kiss.
"Fuck, I could do this all day and all night and all day again," Jared whispered. "Just rock into you like this, so deep. Fucking perfect around me."
Jensen rocked into Jared again. "You might kill me if you tried, Jay." He held Jared close and ground their hips together again and again.
"But what a way to die," Jared purred, rubbing his nose into the curve of Jensen's neck. "Me inside you. Nobody would ever doubt how close we are."
"Well, if you're done with me," Jensen teased, knowing his boyfriend was far from done with their relationship. He rolled his hips again with a groan.
"I'll have to trade you in for a hotter, older model," Jared agreed sadly, forcing the words out. "You know I like 'em older." He ducked his head to kiss Jensen's neck.
"Hey!" Jensen tilted his head, arching against Jared in a futile attempt to throw his boyfriend off.
Jared paused and caught Jensen's head to pull him back for another kiss. "You know I don't want anyone but you, doofus," he said, between kisses. "You're my first. And my last."
Jensen returned the kiss and growled softly into Jared's mouth. "Your only," Jensen breathed, holding him tight.
“Yeah," Jared agreed and picked up speed. "Though my TA for the Russian Revolution is attractive." He sped up his hips.
Jensen furrowed his brow and dragged Jared in for a heated kiss that ended with a bite to his lower lip. "Don't you dare.”
Jared kissed back softly and reassuringly. "Don't need anybody else." He twisted to nibble on Jensen's right ear, tugging lightly on the lobe. "Going to lick out your ass when I'm done."
"Oh fuck, Jay." Jensen arched and strained against Jared's body, pushing and demanding more from his teasing lover.
Jared purred at the response and decided to end his prolonged teasing. Jensen needed his rest, after all. So, he bit down one more time on Jensen's earlobe, grabbed his hips and sped them both toward climax.
Jensen arched, spine bowing off the bed, and howled. He clung to Jared, cock shooting spurt after spurt of come between them.
Trapped in the vise of Jensen's body, Jared did not fight the urge to follow close after him. He plunged straight into orgasm, the same mind-blowing, teeth shattering, life-altering climax that Jensen always induced.
Slumping to the bed, Jensen clung to Jared while he gasped and panted for breath. He opened his eyes and did his best to relax the tight grip he had on Jared's shoulders.
Easing down, Jared held tight to Jensen until his body slipped naturally, if sadly, from the warm sheath. Smiling wickedly and kissing Jensen's swollen mouth, he pushed away, tilted Jensen on his stomach and disappeared under the covers again. In a few seconds, the sound of hungry lapping and contented little moans emerged from beneath the mounded sheets and blankets.
Jensen's entire body went rigid, hands digging into the sheets while he pushed back against Jared's face. He turned and buried his face in the pillow, crying out and then biting at the material while Jared teased the excited and tender skin.
Jared sucked and licked and lapped and nibbled until he could not find a remaining trace of come. Sighing regretfully and pushing his tongue deep into the loosened anus one last time, he scooted back up Jensen's body and curled around him. "Thank goodness for flavored lube."
Slowly relaxing into the bed, Jensen trembled and nodded absently. He'd heard Jared, but wasn't paying much attention. Jensen finally turned his head out of the pillow on a sigh. "You staying?" He scooted forward to burrow into Jared's body.
"Why would I leave?" Jared asked, puzzled. He reached down to cup Jensen's spent cock in a protective hand, a gesture he'd started after they'd been reunited in Texas after Jared's accident. Snuggling into the pillow, he prepared for a few peaceful hours napping and holding Jensen close.
"Stay," Jensen mumbled, curling his arm around Jared and slipping into sleep without really registering anything that Jared said to him.
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Jensen slid his messenger bag around to the front while digging for his keys. His iPod relaxed his brain after a long day, and he bopped to the music while unlocking their front door and slipping inside. He stomped off his boots, putting them off to the side. There was an extra set of boots already there, and Jensen tugged the earbuds out of his ears before calling Jared's name when he started through the house.
"We're in the living room, Jen," Jared called, head bent over his Russian Revolution text. "This paper's going to be a snap with your help, Neilran," he said, glancing up to smile at his TA. "It was nice of you to offer me some home tutoring.”
"‘Tis never a problem for you, Jared," Neilran said, blue eyes taking in all of Jared as he spoke in his honeyed Scottish accent. "You're no regular student, and there's great pleasure to be had in your company."
Padding softly down the hall, Jensen heard slung his bag over his head and stopped in the doorway, the bag dangling from one arm. A gorgeous, dark and foreign, if his accent was anything to go by, man sat close to Jared and eyed him like a sweet in a bakery window. "Hey," he said softly, leaning his back against the wall and bracing himself on the doorjamb.
Jared bounded off the couch and greeted Jensen with a soft kiss and hug. "Hey, Jen. Have a good day? Neilran was giving me some extra tutoring in my Russian Revolution stuff. Never had quite so anal a prof, but Neilran really helps." He turned to the Scottish man and gestured toward Jensen. "This is my boyfriend, Jensen."
Neilran stood gracefully and strode over to offer Jensen a hand, sizing up his competition quite cooly. "Neilran."
Jensen leaned into Jared for the hug and kiss, smile brilliant for his boyfriend. Not a flicker betrayed the way Jensen considered that this gorgeous man was Jared's Russian Revolution tutor. The one he'd mentioned was attractive. He hated the way it curled in his stomach, but turned and offered his hand to Neilran. He silently telegraphed that Jared was his and off limits. "Jensen," he answered evenly.
Neilran noticed the warning and deepened his smile, telegraphing that he had every intention of winning what was now Jensen's. "Your boyfriend is really quite remarkable," he told Jensen, "but I suppose you might have noticed that by now." He flashed a perfectly white smile.
Jared, completely oblivious to anything except Jensen, waved a hand at Neilran in dismissal of the words. "Jensen thinks I'm good enough for him. That's the amazing thing."
"Stop that, Jared." Jensen turned a fond smile on him. "You're far too good for me." He gazed back at Neilran and narrowed his eyes slightly in a less subtle warning to back off. "I've known how remarkable Jay is since I met him four years ago."
Neilran lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Four years? You've known each other since high school. You must know each other a little too well by now."
Jared blinked in complete non-comprehension. "Never get to know Jen too well." He kissed him once and said, "Just planned to discuss one last chapter with Neilran and then I'm all yours, if you want me."
"Always want you, Jay." Jensen smiled at Jared and leaned in for another kiss before rubbing their noses together. "You go ahead and finish up your work while I make dinner. You want your favorite spaghetti or steak?"
Jared nuzzled back and considered seriously, since this was dinner. "Garlic bread?" he asked hopefully.
Jensen chuckled and kissed the edge of Jared's lips. "Of course, if you want." His eyes crinkled in merriment at how boyish Jared could still be. Jared was so smart and so much older than his age, that these glimpses were brief reminders that he was still a teenager.
Jared grinned big and bright. "Spaghetti and garlic bread. I'll make up the salad when we're done." He kissed Jensen again, ending up lingering longer than he intended. When he pulled back, he did not noticed Neilran watching them with a hungry expression.
"Yeah, okay." Jensen leaned in for another brief kiss, squeezed Jared's hip and shot him a look that promised much more than spaghetti and garlic bread.
Jared turned to Neilran with a contented smile. "Sorry for all the slop," he said. "A lot of our friends find us completely disgusting." He headed back for his books.
Neilran just shook his head. "You two are obviously close. Look, how about we pick this up tomorrow. I doubt you'll be in any shape to pay attention now." He began to pack up his stuff, putting it into a backpack. "You can come to my place after class."
"Oh hey, thanks," Jared said, dimpling. "I do kinda get distracted once Jen comes home." He glanced toward the kitchen. "Thank for coming over."
"My pleasure," Neilran said. "I'll let myself out." He headed for the door, poking his head into the kitchen as he did. "Nice to meet you, Jensen. You've got a real great boyfriend there."
Jensen moved about the kitchen, pulling out the pots he needed. He filled the first with water and set it to heat before opening a container of sauce he'd made up a few days ago and dumping the frozen mass in the other pot. Turning, Jensen smiled at Neilran the best he could. "Good to meet you, too, Neilran. And yes, Jared is the best thing in my life. Have a good night."
Neilran nodded and headed out the door, letting it shut tightly behind him.
Jared raced into the kitchen, grabbed Jensen and kissed him much more properly then he had before. "Jen."
"Jay," Jensen breathed into his mouth, arms coming up around his neck. He arched into Jared and nibbled at his lower lip.
Jared held Jensen tightly and sighed. "How was your day?"
"Long." Jensen leaned in and kiss Jared. "Hectic." He nibbled at Jared's lower lip. "Better now." Mouthing along Jared's jaw, Jensen presses his lips to Jared's ear. "Always better when I'm with you."
Jared chuckled and rubbed Jensen's back in long sweeps. "Always better when you're here, too. Miss you during the day. Why are we taking different classes again?"
Jensen chuckled, arching his body into Jared's touches. "Because we have different majors." The water started to boil behind him, so Jensen reluctantly slipped from Jared's arms and added the pasta before mashing the spoon through the melting block of spaghetti sauce. He swirled it around and then turned back to Jared.
Jared mixed a bowl of caesar salad on the table, lifting his head to smile at Jensen. "I miss froshie days, when we went to all our classes together. Though, not living together was hard." He tossed the lettuce in the air easily.
"Classes together or living together." Jensen smiled back and then swirled the sauce again before tasting it. He nodded, the flavors still as distinctive as the day he made it. Moving to the spaghetti, Jensen swirled the spoon in the water to separate the strands slightly before heading to the fridge to get the garlic butter.
"What did you think of Neilran?" Jared asked setting the salad in the middle of the table. He went to get some milk for them both.
Jensen gritted his teeth, turning to roughly slice the loaf of Italian bread in half. He took a calming breath and forced his shoulders to relax. "Seemed nice; interested in you. Is he good at the subject?"
"Yeah. He's a graduate student in Russian Studies. Interesting topic, but no thank you. Way too depressing." Jared filled their glasses with milk and put the carton away. "I mean, the revolution was like the best thing to happen, except how it all went wrong."
Laughing, Jensen slathered the bread with the butter and then turned the toaster oven on to broil at four hundred degrees before sliding the bread on a small cookie sheet. He couldn't imagine studying it either, but had half a mind to jump in the class as an auditing student to keep an eye on Neilran.
Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen and pressed against his back with a deep sigh. He kissed Jensen's nape and nibbled. "Can't wait for your birthday tomorrow night. Your favorite dinner, cake, ice cream, movies and sex. Just us. We need more just us time."
"Yeah?" Jensen shuddered in Jared's arms, his head tipping the the side while his eyes slid closed. "I like the idea of that." He turned to steal a kiss and then put the bread in the toaster oven and glanced at the clock. Two minutes until the pasta was done.
"Well, it is your birthday. The big two-one!' Jared bounced on his feet and then sighed. "Wish I could go out with you and your friends. Hate being so young sometimes."
"Not going anywhere tomorrow, Jay. That's just for us." Jensen turned off the timer as soon as it started buzzing, pouring the pasta and water into the colander already in the sink. He left it there to stir the sauce a couple more times and then added the spaghetti to the sauce and stirred it briskly. "I wish you could come when we go out, too. But, we'll celebrate big for your twenty-first."
"In four years," Jared sighed, taking his seat and watching Jen with a sad expression. "I'm glad tomorrow is for us, but hate not being able to share all of your birthday celebration." He ducked his head and bit his lower lip to keep it from pouting.
Jensen served the pasta into a bowl and put it on the table before stepping between Jared's legs and cupping his face. He rubbed his thumb over Jared's lower lip to tug it out from his teeth. "I wish you could go, too. I promise that I'll think of you all night." Leaning down, he kissed Jared slowly.
Jared kissed back. "No cute frat boys, right?"
"Never." Jensen smiled, but looked seriously into Jared's eyes. "No one but you for me, Jay."
"I know." Jared shoved Jensen gently toward his chair. "Eat now, before it gets cold."
"Dig in while I get the bread." Jensen kissed Jared's nose then moved to get the bread from the toaster oven, stopping to grab the grated cheese from the fridge before depositing both on the table. "Where are we going for dinner tomorrow night, Jay?"
"You want to go out?" Jared asked, looking up at Jensen. "Or do you want me to cook? I'm still the best cook you know." He tangled their legs comfortably under the table.
Jensen smiled and said, "Anything you want. When you mentioned dinner and a movie, I just thought you meant out, but I’m more than happy to stay in. The best way to spend my birthday is with you."
"Okay, dinner and movie here. Whatever movie you want. But don't intend on watching too much of it, cause I'll try to distract you by making out the whole time." Jared dimpled and munched a bite of salad. "I have to go to Neilran's right after class, but I’ll get home early."
Grinding his teeth together at the thought of Jared spending time with Neilran on his birthday, Jensen took a couple of deep breaths. "I'll grab a movie on the way home tomorrow night, then. I like it when you distract me." Jensen rubbed his foot against Jared's and then twirled his fork in the spaghetti before taking a large bite.
"Was hoping you might. But we can watch, if you want. Your birthday." Jared rubbed his right foot over Jensen's, caressing carefully.
Jensen shook his head. "Nah, I want to be distracted." Jensen sipped the milk and took a bite of bread, groaning slightly. He loved garlic and butter on crispy bread. "How late will you be studying?"
"Tomorrow? Or tonight?" Jared asked, munching a whole piece of bread in two bites.
"Tomorrow. With Neilran." Even the name stuck in Jensen's throat. He looked at his plate, slowly and carefully twirling up the strands to shove into his mouth.
"Class ends at one. I want to cover a couple of chapters with him tomorrow for my project. Three?" Jared nodded at his own guesstimate. "No more than two hours. Why?"
"No reason." Jensen shook his head and smiled at Jared. "Just figured if you weren't going to be here then I'd go study in the library, but sounds like you'll be home around the time I get here."
"It's your birthday," Jared said. "Course I'll be here when you get back from class. And no late studying for you either, Jen."
Jensen chuckled and shook his head. "Don’t worry. I won’t be out late…I’ll be here right around the time you come home."
"Good. I'm counting on that now, so you better not let me down." Jared dimpled at Jensen. "Can't believe you're going to be twenty-one, Jen. Feels like we just met sometimes." He dropped his head so his bangs fell over his eyes. "Expect the old gang to just come busting through the door."
Nodding, Jensen swirled his fork through the pasta. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's almost hard to believe that we're nearly done here. And most of the old gang's finishing their freshman year." He laughed and rubbed his leg against Jared's. "We did just have our four-year anniversary, though."
Jared blushed thinking about their celebration of that day and pressed his foot against Jensen's thigh. "And the guys who beat me up will be celebrating their third year in jail soon." He lifted his eyes to Jensen, searching his face. "No regrets?"
"Never." Jensen smiled at Jared, letting him see every single bit of love that he felt for him. "Everyday I have with you is exactly what and where I want to be. What about you? You never really got the chance to see what it is like to be with anyone else."
"I never needed anyone else," Jared said, eyes shining back at Jensen. "Don't even notice anyone else, cause I have you. Everyone else diminishes against that." He shoveled a huge forkful of noodles in his mouth and slurped happily. "My first, my last, my everything," he sang around them, very off key.
Jensen pretended to groan at Jared’s singing, but the sentiment went a long way to settling his irrational fears about Neilran. Jared has loved him for more than four years and that was all that mattered. He still thought, sometimes, that Jared deserved to be young and meet other people, but the thought of letting his boyfriend go left Jensen cold.
Jared launched into what might have been the worst Barry White imitation in history. He leaped out of his chair at the end and scooted on his knees to Jensen's feet, arms spread wide in mock supplication as he brought the song to a shrieking end. And then he collapsed into laughter, leaning up against Jensen's legs.
Dropping his hand to Jared's head, Jensen slid his fingers through the long strands of hair while trying not to choke on laughter. His boyfriend was such a goof, and it only made Jensen love him more. "I love you, Jay. Always." Jensen curled his hand into a fist and tugged Jared up to meet his mouth.
Jared kissed him through laughter. Somehow, that made the kiss even better, but the passion soon equalled the laughter as the kiss lingered and deepened. "Jen," Jared whispered as their mouths parted. He stood and straddled Jensen's lap.
Jensen dragged him down for another heated kiss. Sometimes, he marveled that they were still so sexually interested in each other, as he long ago expected them to hit some a rut. But they never had.
Jared clutched Jensen's head with big hands and kissed him until spots danced before his eyes. Pulling back to pant heavily, he nuzzled under Jensen's chin until he scented his pulse point. "Fuck, like an aphrodisiac every time.”
Shuddering at Jared's playful nuzzle, Jensen shook his head and said, "Only an aphrodisiac for you, Jay. No one else seems to notice." He laughed again, gripped Jared's shoulders and sat him back. "Let's finish dinner, Jay. then we can go to bed early." His eyes flashed his intent, hot and heavy gaze meeting Jared's.
Jared laughed and nipped lightly at the soft flesh of Jensen's neck. "Lots of people notice, Jen." He slid off reluctantly and went back to his own seat. "You tired?" he asked, flashing a teasing look at Jensen. "That why you want to go to bed early?"
"Exhausted. I want to go to bed and get lots of sleep. I suppose, I could do that without you, but sleeping alone is not nearly as pleasurable as with someone else." Jensen grinned, forked up a bite of his pasta and winked at Jared.
Jared arched both eyebrows high into his bangs. "I don't know, Jen, I tend to interrupt your beauty sleep. Maybe I should stay on the couch."
"What're a few interruptions between friends?" Jensen asked.
"I like them," Jared said, voice low and husky. "I like them a lot." He took a piece of garlic bread and basically deep-throated it.
Jensen choked on his own bread at the site and shoveled the rest of his dinner in his mouth before getting up to clean the leftovers from the table. He wanted Jared - now. And he was going to get what he wanted as fast as he could.
Jared tried not to laugh as he finished his own dinner, not really wanting to choke to death on his food. But Jensen's face when he saw Jared eating the garlic bread... priceless. He helplessly snickered.
Cleaning up the rest of the pasta, Jensen packed it away and then put the pots and pans in the dishwasher. Finally, Jensen dropped into his seat across from Jared to watch him finish his food.
"That was pretty impressive, Jen," Jared said, setting down his fork on his empty plate. He stood and sashayed over to the sink, swinging his ass in an exaggerated fashion. Leaning over farther then he had to, he rinsed off the dishes and then carefully stuck them in the dishwasher, ass flashing at Jensen every moment. He wanted Jensen revved up and ready to pounce.
Jensen knew what Jared was doing and was helpless in the face of his desire and love for his boyfriend. "You’re such a tease, Jay. Such a goddamn tease." Pushing out of his seat, he crossed the room and pinned Jared against the dishwasher, biting at his neck.
Jared laughed and pushed back against Jensen's cock, grinding and rubbing shamelessly. "Want you to fuck me, Jensen. Want you to pin me to the bed and drill me right through the mattress. Make me scream."
Growling at Jared's words, Jensen bit at his throat again. "Anything you want, Jay. Always." He grabbed Jared's hips and rubbed his cock at the seam of Jared's jeans.
Jared laughed, pushed Jensen off him, said, "If you can catch me," and took off toward their bedroom. "Old man!"
Jensen raced after Jared, growling about being called an old man. He was only a step behind Jared before he tackled him to their bed.
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