[Slash] So Few Words - 3/7
So Few Words
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairings: Jensen/Jared (other characters include the various randoms)
Rating: NC-17 (as an overall series, each part varies)
Disclaimer: Oh if only these boys were mine, the things I would do :)
Warnings: AU, HS fic, h/c, angst, schoomp
Words: 3,252 (this part)
Summary: Jensen would just like to let his parents know that moving at the beginning of his senior year is so not cool. But it’s forgivable if he can get the oh so pretty Jared Padalecki to just say something to him.
Author Notes: Again thank you to all the amazing feedback. This part is a little shorter, but I promise the next parts get longer! Also thanks to the lovely surevesta for being such an excellent beta! And for the amazing banner!
Jensen spends the rest of October and most of November in a happy Jared daze. They walk together to and from school, sit by each other at lunch and during Chemistry and spend Saturday afternoons working through each other’s movie list. It turns out Jared owns quite a few Jensen’s never even heard of and they are all, well mostly all, really good.
He even puts up with some of the sappier chick flicks that Jared has an affinity for. But mostly he enjoys seeing the faint blush that crawls up Jared’s face when Jensen questions him on a title.
But Jared’s a good sport and even sits through some of Jensen’s not so good B horror flicks. Afterwards Jensen always tries to explain the deeper meaning to the gore filled plot and Jared seems to master the eye roll in response.
The Saturday before Halloween is the first time Jensen doesn’t answer the door when Jared arrives. Turns out you really can’t hear the doorbell in his room when the door is closed and Jared is earlier than expected.
Luckily, he stumbles across the copy of Labyrinth Mackenzie has been asking for and opens his door only to hear her voice traveling up the stairs, “Listen freak, either say something or get lost!”
Jensen nearly jumps down the entire flight, hands clasping his sister’s shoulders before she can slam the door in Jared’s face. Jared looks relieved to see him and Jensen hurries to apologize for her rudeness before pushing the DVD case into her hands and shoving her down the hall.
Other then this incident and the time Jensen’s mom invited Jared to stay for dinner, where Jared looked helplessly from Jensen to the floor and back before Jensen fumbled out an excuse for him, Jensen thought their… whatever… was coming along quite nicely.
Laying side by side on the bed their arms or legs would touch more often than not. At lunch Jared’s form always slid over to seal hip to ankle against his. And his fingers never failed to leave a gentle caress in the form of a goodbye.
For the most part Jensen was walking on a little cloud of happy. He couldn’t help but feel impatience for the next step, which hopefully involved lips and tongues, was slowly tensing up his nerves.
Which was precisely why this Saturday, the weekend before Thanksgiving, Jensen was greeting Jared at the front door in a sweater and converse, “Hey! I was thinking we could go for a walk?”
Jared arches his eyebrow but steps back so Jensen can join him on the front step.
“I’ll be back later mom,” he calls down the hall before shutting the door and heading down the path. “I love this weather. Not too cold but just crisp enough. Plus the leaves. Always did love the fall…”
Jensen’s aware he’s rambling but he does it so often with Jared he figures the boy has adjusted to it by now. His hand falls casually by his side, gently brushing against Jared’s. Some part of him desperately wants to grasp the larger hand, but he doesn’t forget his decision to let Jared take the first new step.
Fortunately Jared does at that precise moment, lacing their fingers together slowly. Jensen smiles brightly at him because he thinks Jared might be nervous and he needs to know this is more than okay.
“Jared, do you ever just think about things?” Jensen muses, leading them towards a park he discovered a few weeks ago. He doesn’t need to look at Jared to know the boy’s watching him curiously, “Like… maybe we really are all here for a reason? Like there’s really someone out there guiding us down certain paths.”
The fingers laced around his own squeeze gently and Jensen figures Jared probably spends a lot of time just thinking about things.
“I think, maybe, I came here for a reason. Or my family I mean,” they begin to walk along the park’s sidewalk, Jensen steering them towards a group of trees still mostly covered in brown and red leaves. “Before we moved I was kinda getting into some fucked up stuff. If we’d stayed I might have gotten worse.”
Jared’s watching him intensely and Jensen can feel the unasked ‘what sort of stuff?’
“It was just stupid petty shit, nothing way crazy or anything, but it could have been worse. I could have been,” Jensen stops them, taking a seat in between the trees on the dry crunchy grass and tugging Jared down beside him. A laugh bubbles out his lips as he leans just barely against Jared’s form. “If you ever tell my parents that I admitted any of that I’ll be forced to kill you.”
Jared gives his breathy chuckle that Jensen so rarely gets to hear and moves his arm to rest against Jensen’s lower back.
This plan is turning out quite well and Jensen has to lick his lips while trying to steady his racing pulse. He allows his body to form against Jared’s, his head resting on the broad shoulder.
Then they are laying back, Jared’s arm curling around his side as Jensen turns to see him better. Both their breaths escape in shaky waves, eyes locking, and lips barely inches apart.
The tension is nearly too much so Jensen finds himself whispering, “You know Jared, if you want to kiss me I’m really okay with that.”
Jared’s free hand moves up, his thumb tracing Jensen’s jaw line before grasping his chin and giving a gentle tug forward.
Then their lips are sliding together and it’s slightly off center and their noses bump before they get the angle right but it’s so perfect Jensen’s seeing cartoon fireworks. Sparks are dancing across his skin everywhere it brushes Jared’s. He’s sure this kiss can top any ever given by Julia Roberts or whoever in any sappy chick flick.
Their tongues only briefly touch before Jared is pulling back, biting his lips with uncertainty.
Jensen’s having trouble keeping his eyes open so he gives in and lets a smile paint his face, “Well that was pretty much better then I’d ever imagined. And yes, I’d imagined.”
Jared is smiling now and touching Jensen’s face tenderly.
Jensen snuggles his head down against Jared’s shoulder enjoying the slight rise and fall as he begins musing aloud on why he thinks the world is most stunning in autumn and how he wishes it would last longer.
*
The following Monday morning Jared laces his fingers with Jensen’s the moment he falls into step beside him. This makes both boys smile at each other before Jensen entertains Jared with an impression of his sister’s early morning discovery of a spider in the shower.
Tuesday is the only other day of school that week because of Thanksgiving break and Jensen spends the walk home grumbling about how pointless a two day school week is and how his teachers had to be cruel and assign a mass of homework.
When they get to Jared’s he stops like usual, licking his lips and feeling suddenly sad to think how many days will pass until he sees the boy again.
Jared doesn’t let go of his hand though and Jensen arches his eyebrows quizzically. A gentle tug on the hand and a head tilt has him asking, “You want me to come in?”
Jared nods, leading his way up the front path. It’s the first time Jared’s ever used a key to open the front door so Jensen figures no one must be home.
Then he remembers Sandy mentioning the annual Padalecki family gathering and asking whether Jared was going to pick up his grandparents with his family. Apparently this was something he normally did and Jensen couldn’t help wondering if he was the reason Jared had stayed behind.
The front room is nice and spacious, decorated with a farm theme and very well kept. Jensen looks around in interest at the photos of Jared’s family. It feels mildly odd to not know any of their names or where Jared falls in the sibling line up.
He tries not to think too much on it though, because it only makes him realize how very little he knows about Jared and how much Jared knows about him.
A hand brushes against his arm and he turns to Jared with a smile, “Alright, let’s see your room.”
Jared smiles faintly at this before leading Jensen down one hall, then another, and finally into a large room. There are only a few things on the walls, some pictures of his family, a poster for Return of the Jedi and a cork board covered in images of Sandy, Chad, Danneel, Tom and - most surprisingly - himself.
“How did you get pictures of me?” Jensen asks, stepping up to get a closer look. And while it doesn’t happen often, this is one of those few times Jensen finds himself genuinely annoyed that he’ll receive no answer.
Jared only shrugs, dropping his backpack on the floor and kicking off his shoes before taking a seat on the foot of his bed.
Jensen sighs and moves around the rest of the room, setting his own backpack on the computer chair. He takes in a small collection of snow globes on Jared’s bookshelf before studying the books stored there.
After a full ten minutes of searching, gathering pieces to the puzzle that is Jared, he’s stopped in his tracks by Jared’s fingers wrapping around his wrist. He’d been in the process of walking past the boy but now turns to him, smiling guiltily.
“Sorry. I’m being way nosey huh?” He laughs though the noise dies in his throat as Jared’s tongue darts out to lick over soft pink lips.
Jensen finds himself repeating the action and suddenly they are kissing. Jared’s arms wrapping around his form, bending him down to get a better angle to slide his tongue between parted lips.
A soft moan leaves Jensen’s lips and Jared nearly lifts him from the ground, turning their bodies, the world tilting, and Jensen finds himself lying on his back on the bed, Jared perches over him.
Heat spreads through him, sending blood rushing to his cock and turning the rest of his body into Jello. Jared’s lips move from his, breath harsh and panting as he presses firm kisses against Jensen’s jaw, tongue darting out to trace a line down his neck.
Jensen’s trying to process how they got from comfortable silence to intense make out session as Jared’s fingers move shyly under the hem of his shirt.
“God Jared…” he gasps as Jared bite nips along his collar bone.
His touch grows firmer with confidence brought on by Jensen’s word and suddenly Jensen finds himself without a shirt, watching it drop to the floor through a lust filled daze.
Jared’s lips move in a steady zigzag down Jensen’s chest, pausing to circle each nipple with his tongue. And it’s not until he’s kissing along the belt line that Jensen snaps back into reality.
Or at least enough to tug Jared’s shoulders until the boy crawls up to meet his eyes, looking confused and just a little rejected.
“Oh I really want that,” Jensen clears his throat, reaching out to touch Jared’s cheek. “Trust me I do but if we’re going to do this… mess around or whatever, I think it’d be better to start slow.”
Jared still looks unsure so Jensen moves his hand to tug at the hem of Jared’s shirt.
“Can I take this off?” He asks softly and Jared nods, moving to lie back and allow Jensen to tug off the offending article.
Jensen then enjoys his own amount of time pressing firm lips against the tan expanse of Jared’s throat, savoring the quick breaths and just barely there gasps.
He moves to unfasten his own belt and jeans, sighing with relief as his cock is given room to breathe. Slowly he rolls Jared so they are both laying face to face.
His lips trace up the curve of Jared’s earlobe as he whispers, “So now you can touch me and I can touch you… okay?”
Jared’s answer comes in the form of fingers undoing his own belt and jeans.
Jensen desperately wants to see Jared, all of him in his naked glory, but settles for touching instead. His palm slides beneath boxers and he gently grasps the firm heavy weight of him.
“God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of Jared’s neck as he gently tightens his grasp and begins a steady stroke.
Jared matches his pace and it’s more intense then Jensen could possibly have imagined… jacking each other off at a matching rate. In fact it’s almost too intense and Jensen has to bite against Jared’s flesh to keep from coming right then and there.
Jared is doing some amazing twist pull slide thing with his hand, Jensen mimics the motion and is rewarded with Jared’s hips bucking up towards him.
Then Jared’s wrenching his head back and sealing their lips together and tongues clashing as their hands pick up pace. Jensen is rapidly growing dizzy as he feels the familiar tingle curling at the bottom of his toes and he breaks the kiss to moan.
“Oh shit Jared… god yes,” he’s coming white hot, hard and fast into Jared’s palm. And he thinks he’s almost done but then Jared’s coming with a soft, deep moan, it’s the first real noise Jensen has ever heard the boy make and it’s so intense it prolongs Jensen’s orgasm another two or so minutes.
“Fuck,” he sighs as they both flop back against the bed, sweaty and satiated. For the moment at least.
*
Jared doesn’t come by that Saturday but Jensen isn’t surprised. Whatever the annual Padalecki family gathering comprised probably extended the entire break.
He is still sad to not see the boy and spends a fair amount of his free time reliving their long kisses and gentle touches.
On Monday morning he finds himself standing by Jared’s front path a full five minutes earlier then he should be. Which is how he meets Jared’s mother.
“Oh hello, can I help you with something?” She asks politely, eyeing him with curiosity.
Jensen’s startled, hadn’t even noticed her taking a bag of trash out and runs a suddenly shaking hand through his hair, “Oh no… I’m Jensen. I uh… I walk to school with Jared.”
At this she frowns just slightly, glancing back at the house, “I’ve never seen you around before…”
“Well I just moved here a little over a month ago,” Jensen provides, wishing Jared would hurry his ass up and save him from this awkward situation.
“Really? And you’ve become friends with Jared?” She sounds skeptical and Jensen can’t really blame her because, seriously, how does a kid who doesn’t talk make friends?
Jensen opts for the safe route of explaining, “Well I actually became friends with Sandy and she introduced us. Since we walk the same path I figured we could walk together. Jared’s really great company.”
Her eyebrows rise outrageously high and Jensen hopes she doesn’t think he’s crazy, “Jared? Do you… does he talk to you?”
“No,” Jensen replies with a slight smile and shake of his head.
He’s saved from any other prying details as Jared finally emerges, smiling brightly at him before his eyes land on his mom. The smile vanishes instantly but Jensen can tell by the shocked look on her face that she saw it regardless.
“Nice meeting you Mrs. Padalecki,” Jensen nods her way before falling into step with Jared. “You mom seems nice,” Jensen offers but Jared just rolls his eyes.
They’re halfway to school when Jared pulls him into a cluster of trees, pressing him firm against the trunk of one, sealing their lips together. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, humming pleasantly into the kiss.
They stay locked that way for several minutes before parting for air, Jared’s forehead resting against his own, “Missed you too.” Jensen whispers with a smile and Jared chuckles softly.
*
“Hey,” Jensen grabs Sandy’s elbow, successfully halting her steps towards the quad. “How the hell did Jared get pictures of me?”
She laughs, tucking hair behind her ear, “Never underestimate Jared Padalecki. He can be very sneaky when need be but don’t worry, he only ever keeps those pict… wait a sec! You were in his room!”
A flush crawls up Jensen’s cheeks. He should have figured Sandy would know those types of random details about the boy, “Yeah. Maybe.”
Sandy simply snorts, leaning against a locker, “Alright spill. I want details. Seriously, be as graphic as you please.”
“God go watch gay porn or something,” Jensen shakes his head, smirking at her. “It was last Tuesday. And no one was home so we, you know, kissed and stuff.”
“Kissed and stuff? I didn’t really see you as the shy type Jensen,” Sandy mocks.
“I’m not,” He defends. “I’m just not the kiss and tell type. At least not with Jared.”
This gives Sandy pause and she smiles at him warmly, “Well that’s good I suppose. And I’m not surprised no one was home, they were probably at the airport.”
“Yeah what’s the whole deal behind that?” Jensen asks and only feels mildly guilty for discussing Jared behind his back. It’s not anything bad after all and it’s not like Jared’s going to up and explain it to him.
“Well his various family members fly in for Thanksgiving and normally it’s both Monday and Tuesday that their flights land so Jared doesn’t have to attend school all week. Plus they stay in this super posh hotel and go to some fancy restaurant. They’ve done it for as long as I can remember and this is the first year Jared didn’t go.”
These facts bring up a lot of questions in Jensen’s mind. Like, how did Jared tell his parents he wasn’t going? And why did he choose to stay home? Or was it his choice at all?
Jensen can only sigh and shake his head, turning with Sandy to head to lunch. One thing he knows for sure is when it comes to Jared; he’s not going to know much of anything at all.
“Don’t worry too much on it,” Sandy offers as if she’s reading his mind. And Jensen figures she’s probably had to adjust to the same disturbing knowledge of just being okay not knowing things.
“It’s hard,” Jensen’s eyes automatically find Jared’s form as they enter the quad. “I’m… I feel something for him. At the same time I feel like I can’t or shouldn’t because there’s only so far we can go like this. And I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
Sandy’s hand on his arm provides a surprising amount of comfort and Jensen knows she gets what he’s saying, “It’s just going to take time Jensen. I really don’t think Jared will stay silent forever. I mean, think of how he’s changed in just the past few weeks with you. It’s only a matter of time until he can’t fight the urge to say something.”
Jensen sincerely hopes she’s right but says no more on the subject as they approach the table. He takes his seat beside Jared, smiling at him when a hand gently caresses his thigh. And though the silence may kill him sometimes Jensen can’t help thinking that for Jared, it’s completely worth it.
Part Four
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairings: Jensen/Jared (other characters include the various randoms)
Rating: NC-17 (as an overall series, each part varies)
Disclaimer: Oh if only these boys were mine, the things I would do :)
Warnings: AU, HS fic, h/c, angst, schoomp
Words: 3,252 (this part)
Summary: Jensen would just like to let his parents know that moving at the beginning of his senior year is so not cool. But it’s forgivable if he can get the oh so pretty Jared Padalecki to just say something to him.
Author Notes: Again thank you to all the amazing feedback. This part is a little shorter, but I promise the next parts get longer! Also thanks to the lovely surevesta for being such an excellent beta! And for the amazing banner!
Jensen spends the rest of October and most of November in a happy Jared daze. They walk together to and from school, sit by each other at lunch and during Chemistry and spend Saturday afternoons working through each other’s movie list. It turns out Jared owns quite a few Jensen’s never even heard of and they are all, well mostly all, really good.
He even puts up with some of the sappier chick flicks that Jared has an affinity for. But mostly he enjoys seeing the faint blush that crawls up Jared’s face when Jensen questions him on a title.
But Jared’s a good sport and even sits through some of Jensen’s not so good B horror flicks. Afterwards Jensen always tries to explain the deeper meaning to the gore filled plot and Jared seems to master the eye roll in response.
The Saturday before Halloween is the first time Jensen doesn’t answer the door when Jared arrives. Turns out you really can’t hear the doorbell in his room when the door is closed and Jared is earlier than expected.
Luckily, he stumbles across the copy of Labyrinth Mackenzie has been asking for and opens his door only to hear her voice traveling up the stairs, “Listen freak, either say something or get lost!”
Jensen nearly jumps down the entire flight, hands clasping his sister’s shoulders before she can slam the door in Jared’s face. Jared looks relieved to see him and Jensen hurries to apologize for her rudeness before pushing the DVD case into her hands and shoving her down the hall.
Other then this incident and the time Jensen’s mom invited Jared to stay for dinner, where Jared looked helplessly from Jensen to the floor and back before Jensen fumbled out an excuse for him, Jensen thought their… whatever… was coming along quite nicely.
Laying side by side on the bed their arms or legs would touch more often than not. At lunch Jared’s form always slid over to seal hip to ankle against his. And his fingers never failed to leave a gentle caress in the form of a goodbye.
For the most part Jensen was walking on a little cloud of happy. He couldn’t help but feel impatience for the next step, which hopefully involved lips and tongues, was slowly tensing up his nerves.
Which was precisely why this Saturday, the weekend before Thanksgiving, Jensen was greeting Jared at the front door in a sweater and converse, “Hey! I was thinking we could go for a walk?”
Jared arches his eyebrow but steps back so Jensen can join him on the front step.
“I’ll be back later mom,” he calls down the hall before shutting the door and heading down the path. “I love this weather. Not too cold but just crisp enough. Plus the leaves. Always did love the fall…”
Jensen’s aware he’s rambling but he does it so often with Jared he figures the boy has adjusted to it by now. His hand falls casually by his side, gently brushing against Jared’s. Some part of him desperately wants to grasp the larger hand, but he doesn’t forget his decision to let Jared take the first new step.
Fortunately Jared does at that precise moment, lacing their fingers together slowly. Jensen smiles brightly at him because he thinks Jared might be nervous and he needs to know this is more than okay.
“Jared, do you ever just think about things?” Jensen muses, leading them towards a park he discovered a few weeks ago. He doesn’t need to look at Jared to know the boy’s watching him curiously, “Like… maybe we really are all here for a reason? Like there’s really someone out there guiding us down certain paths.”
The fingers laced around his own squeeze gently and Jensen figures Jared probably spends a lot of time just thinking about things.
“I think, maybe, I came here for a reason. Or my family I mean,” they begin to walk along the park’s sidewalk, Jensen steering them towards a group of trees still mostly covered in brown and red leaves. “Before we moved I was kinda getting into some fucked up stuff. If we’d stayed I might have gotten worse.”
Jared’s watching him intensely and Jensen can feel the unasked ‘what sort of stuff?’
“It was just stupid petty shit, nothing way crazy or anything, but it could have been worse. I could have been,” Jensen stops them, taking a seat in between the trees on the dry crunchy grass and tugging Jared down beside him. A laugh bubbles out his lips as he leans just barely against Jared’s form. “If you ever tell my parents that I admitted any of that I’ll be forced to kill you.”
Jared gives his breathy chuckle that Jensen so rarely gets to hear and moves his arm to rest against Jensen’s lower back.
This plan is turning out quite well and Jensen has to lick his lips while trying to steady his racing pulse. He allows his body to form against Jared’s, his head resting on the broad shoulder.
Then they are laying back, Jared’s arm curling around his side as Jensen turns to see him better. Both their breaths escape in shaky waves, eyes locking, and lips barely inches apart.
The tension is nearly too much so Jensen finds himself whispering, “You know Jared, if you want to kiss me I’m really okay with that.”
Jared’s free hand moves up, his thumb tracing Jensen’s jaw line before grasping his chin and giving a gentle tug forward.
Then their lips are sliding together and it’s slightly off center and their noses bump before they get the angle right but it’s so perfect Jensen’s seeing cartoon fireworks. Sparks are dancing across his skin everywhere it brushes Jared’s. He’s sure this kiss can top any ever given by Julia Roberts or whoever in any sappy chick flick.
Their tongues only briefly touch before Jared is pulling back, biting his lips with uncertainty.
Jensen’s having trouble keeping his eyes open so he gives in and lets a smile paint his face, “Well that was pretty much better then I’d ever imagined. And yes, I’d imagined.”
Jared is smiling now and touching Jensen’s face tenderly.
Jensen snuggles his head down against Jared’s shoulder enjoying the slight rise and fall as he begins musing aloud on why he thinks the world is most stunning in autumn and how he wishes it would last longer.
*
The following Monday morning Jared laces his fingers with Jensen’s the moment he falls into step beside him. This makes both boys smile at each other before Jensen entertains Jared with an impression of his sister’s early morning discovery of a spider in the shower.
Tuesday is the only other day of school that week because of Thanksgiving break and Jensen spends the walk home grumbling about how pointless a two day school week is and how his teachers had to be cruel and assign a mass of homework.
When they get to Jared’s he stops like usual, licking his lips and feeling suddenly sad to think how many days will pass until he sees the boy again.
Jared doesn’t let go of his hand though and Jensen arches his eyebrows quizzically. A gentle tug on the hand and a head tilt has him asking, “You want me to come in?”
Jared nods, leading his way up the front path. It’s the first time Jared’s ever used a key to open the front door so Jensen figures no one must be home.
Then he remembers Sandy mentioning the annual Padalecki family gathering and asking whether Jared was going to pick up his grandparents with his family. Apparently this was something he normally did and Jensen couldn’t help wondering if he was the reason Jared had stayed behind.
The front room is nice and spacious, decorated with a farm theme and very well kept. Jensen looks around in interest at the photos of Jared’s family. It feels mildly odd to not know any of their names or where Jared falls in the sibling line up.
He tries not to think too much on it though, because it only makes him realize how very little he knows about Jared and how much Jared knows about him.
A hand brushes against his arm and he turns to Jared with a smile, “Alright, let’s see your room.”
Jared smiles faintly at this before leading Jensen down one hall, then another, and finally into a large room. There are only a few things on the walls, some pictures of his family, a poster for Return of the Jedi and a cork board covered in images of Sandy, Chad, Danneel, Tom and - most surprisingly - himself.
“How did you get pictures of me?” Jensen asks, stepping up to get a closer look. And while it doesn’t happen often, this is one of those few times Jensen finds himself genuinely annoyed that he’ll receive no answer.
Jared only shrugs, dropping his backpack on the floor and kicking off his shoes before taking a seat on the foot of his bed.
Jensen sighs and moves around the rest of the room, setting his own backpack on the computer chair. He takes in a small collection of snow globes on Jared’s bookshelf before studying the books stored there.
After a full ten minutes of searching, gathering pieces to the puzzle that is Jared, he’s stopped in his tracks by Jared’s fingers wrapping around his wrist. He’d been in the process of walking past the boy but now turns to him, smiling guiltily.
“Sorry. I’m being way nosey huh?” He laughs though the noise dies in his throat as Jared’s tongue darts out to lick over soft pink lips.
Jensen finds himself repeating the action and suddenly they are kissing. Jared’s arms wrapping around his form, bending him down to get a better angle to slide his tongue between parted lips.
A soft moan leaves Jensen’s lips and Jared nearly lifts him from the ground, turning their bodies, the world tilting, and Jensen finds himself lying on his back on the bed, Jared perches over him.
Heat spreads through him, sending blood rushing to his cock and turning the rest of his body into Jello. Jared’s lips move from his, breath harsh and panting as he presses firm kisses against Jensen’s jaw, tongue darting out to trace a line down his neck.
Jensen’s trying to process how they got from comfortable silence to intense make out session as Jared’s fingers move shyly under the hem of his shirt.
“God Jared…” he gasps as Jared bite nips along his collar bone.
His touch grows firmer with confidence brought on by Jensen’s word and suddenly Jensen finds himself without a shirt, watching it drop to the floor through a lust filled daze.
Jared’s lips move in a steady zigzag down Jensen’s chest, pausing to circle each nipple with his tongue. And it’s not until he’s kissing along the belt line that Jensen snaps back into reality.
Or at least enough to tug Jared’s shoulders until the boy crawls up to meet his eyes, looking confused and just a little rejected.
“Oh I really want that,” Jensen clears his throat, reaching out to touch Jared’s cheek. “Trust me I do but if we’re going to do this… mess around or whatever, I think it’d be better to start slow.”
Jared still looks unsure so Jensen moves his hand to tug at the hem of Jared’s shirt.
“Can I take this off?” He asks softly and Jared nods, moving to lie back and allow Jensen to tug off the offending article.
Jensen then enjoys his own amount of time pressing firm lips against the tan expanse of Jared’s throat, savoring the quick breaths and just barely there gasps.
He moves to unfasten his own belt and jeans, sighing with relief as his cock is given room to breathe. Slowly he rolls Jared so they are both laying face to face.
His lips trace up the curve of Jared’s earlobe as he whispers, “So now you can touch me and I can touch you… okay?”
Jared’s answer comes in the form of fingers undoing his own belt and jeans.
Jensen desperately wants to see Jared, all of him in his naked glory, but settles for touching instead. His palm slides beneath boxers and he gently grasps the firm heavy weight of him.
“God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of Jared’s neck as he gently tightens his grasp and begins a steady stroke.
Jared matches his pace and it’s more intense then Jensen could possibly have imagined… jacking each other off at a matching rate. In fact it’s almost too intense and Jensen has to bite against Jared’s flesh to keep from coming right then and there.
Jared is doing some amazing twist pull slide thing with his hand, Jensen mimics the motion and is rewarded with Jared’s hips bucking up towards him.
Then Jared’s wrenching his head back and sealing their lips together and tongues clashing as their hands pick up pace. Jensen is rapidly growing dizzy as he feels the familiar tingle curling at the bottom of his toes and he breaks the kiss to moan.
“Oh shit Jared… god yes,” he’s coming white hot, hard and fast into Jared’s palm. And he thinks he’s almost done but then Jared’s coming with a soft, deep moan, it’s the first real noise Jensen has ever heard the boy make and it’s so intense it prolongs Jensen’s orgasm another two or so minutes.
“Fuck,” he sighs as they both flop back against the bed, sweaty and satiated. For the moment at least.
*
Jared doesn’t come by that Saturday but Jensen isn’t surprised. Whatever the annual Padalecki family gathering comprised probably extended the entire break.
He is still sad to not see the boy and spends a fair amount of his free time reliving their long kisses and gentle touches.
On Monday morning he finds himself standing by Jared’s front path a full five minutes earlier then he should be. Which is how he meets Jared’s mother.
“Oh hello, can I help you with something?” She asks politely, eyeing him with curiosity.
Jensen’s startled, hadn’t even noticed her taking a bag of trash out and runs a suddenly shaking hand through his hair, “Oh no… I’m Jensen. I uh… I walk to school with Jared.”
At this she frowns just slightly, glancing back at the house, “I’ve never seen you around before…”
“Well I just moved here a little over a month ago,” Jensen provides, wishing Jared would hurry his ass up and save him from this awkward situation.
“Really? And you’ve become friends with Jared?” She sounds skeptical and Jensen can’t really blame her because, seriously, how does a kid who doesn’t talk make friends?
Jensen opts for the safe route of explaining, “Well I actually became friends with Sandy and she introduced us. Since we walk the same path I figured we could walk together. Jared’s really great company.”
Her eyebrows rise outrageously high and Jensen hopes she doesn’t think he’s crazy, “Jared? Do you… does he talk to you?”
“No,” Jensen replies with a slight smile and shake of his head.
He’s saved from any other prying details as Jared finally emerges, smiling brightly at him before his eyes land on his mom. The smile vanishes instantly but Jensen can tell by the shocked look on her face that she saw it regardless.
“Nice meeting you Mrs. Padalecki,” Jensen nods her way before falling into step with Jared. “You mom seems nice,” Jensen offers but Jared just rolls his eyes.
They’re halfway to school when Jared pulls him into a cluster of trees, pressing him firm against the trunk of one, sealing their lips together. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, humming pleasantly into the kiss.
They stay locked that way for several minutes before parting for air, Jared’s forehead resting against his own, “Missed you too.” Jensen whispers with a smile and Jared chuckles softly.
*
“Hey,” Jensen grabs Sandy’s elbow, successfully halting her steps towards the quad. “How the hell did Jared get pictures of me?”
She laughs, tucking hair behind her ear, “Never underestimate Jared Padalecki. He can be very sneaky when need be but don’t worry, he only ever keeps those pict… wait a sec! You were in his room!”
A flush crawls up Jensen’s cheeks. He should have figured Sandy would know those types of random details about the boy, “Yeah. Maybe.”
Sandy simply snorts, leaning against a locker, “Alright spill. I want details. Seriously, be as graphic as you please.”
“God go watch gay porn or something,” Jensen shakes his head, smirking at her. “It was last Tuesday. And no one was home so we, you know, kissed and stuff.”
“Kissed and stuff? I didn’t really see you as the shy type Jensen,” Sandy mocks.
“I’m not,” He defends. “I’m just not the kiss and tell type. At least not with Jared.”
This gives Sandy pause and she smiles at him warmly, “Well that’s good I suppose. And I’m not surprised no one was home, they were probably at the airport.”
“Yeah what’s the whole deal behind that?” Jensen asks and only feels mildly guilty for discussing Jared behind his back. It’s not anything bad after all and it’s not like Jared’s going to up and explain it to him.
“Well his various family members fly in for Thanksgiving and normally it’s both Monday and Tuesday that their flights land so Jared doesn’t have to attend school all week. Plus they stay in this super posh hotel and go to some fancy restaurant. They’ve done it for as long as I can remember and this is the first year Jared didn’t go.”
These facts bring up a lot of questions in Jensen’s mind. Like, how did Jared tell his parents he wasn’t going? And why did he choose to stay home? Or was it his choice at all?
Jensen can only sigh and shake his head, turning with Sandy to head to lunch. One thing he knows for sure is when it comes to Jared; he’s not going to know much of anything at all.
“Don’t worry too much on it,” Sandy offers as if she’s reading his mind. And Jensen figures she’s probably had to adjust to the same disturbing knowledge of just being okay not knowing things.
“It’s hard,” Jensen’s eyes automatically find Jared’s form as they enter the quad. “I’m… I feel something for him. At the same time I feel like I can’t or shouldn’t because there’s only so far we can go like this. And I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
Sandy’s hand on his arm provides a surprising amount of comfort and Jensen knows she gets what he’s saying, “It’s just going to take time Jensen. I really don’t think Jared will stay silent forever. I mean, think of how he’s changed in just the past few weeks with you. It’s only a matter of time until he can’t fight the urge to say something.”
Jensen sincerely hopes she’s right but says no more on the subject as they approach the table. He takes his seat beside Jared, smiling at him when a hand gently caresses his thigh. And though the silence may kill him sometimes Jensen can’t help thinking that for Jared, it’s completely worth it.
Part Four