[Slash] So Few Words - 7/7
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: 3,939 (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: Ah finally we have reached the end! Thank you to everyone who read the story! Thank you to surevesta for being a brilliant beta and making a beautiful banner!
“I’m an asshole.”
The voice beside him is hoarse with strained emotions but Jensen doesn’t turn. He snorts, short and harsh. He’s not sure how long he’s been sitting here - on the curb in front of his house - but the sidewalk beneath him has stopped feeling so cold and his limbs ache so he assumes it has to have been awhile. He had decided against going inside, didn’t want his mother to see him cry and was just beginning to think he was cried out, but tears once more trace down the streaks on his cheeks and he sniffs loudly.
“Jensen,” Jared sighs, stepping off the curb and crouching down in front of him in the street.
Jensen quickly turns his face to the right, wanting to be left alone because everything in him hurts and it shouldn’t feel this way. He’s never been the sentimental type, never would have let Jared get to him like this before. It’s doesn’t seem fair that it should be happening now.
“Please say something…” Jared pleads, reaching out to cup thick fingers around his jaw, turning his head.
Jensen still refuses to meet Jared’s worried eyes but allows his head to be turned. Softly he whispers, “Go away Jared.”
“No,” Jared shakes his head. “Don’t just give up on us.”
“Excuse me?” Jensen’s eyes move up, allowing anger to flare through him and taking comfort in its harsh bite. It’s a welcome relief from the sadness, “You’re telling me not to give up? Am I the one that kissed Chad?”
“You know it didn’t happen that way,” Jared sighs as he falls back into a sitting position on the hard asphalt.
Jensen lets the air fall between his lips slowly, knowing Jared is right and the anger dims to a faint burn, “Why… I don’t get why you didn’t tell him about us right away.”
“He knows about us,” Jared insists.
“So?” Jensen snaps back. “Obviously he didn’t know the full extent because he wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise and I mean, come on its fuckin’ Chad. Do you love him?”
“What?” Jared’s eyes widen and he takes a moment to steady himself before answering, “No, not now.”
“But you did?” Jensen watches as Jared slowly nods his head.
“Maybe. I suppose as much as any 15 year old can feel something so big. Before everything happened,” Jared’s sigh is soft and pained. Jensen wonders how many times he’s made a noise like that today.
He feels torn now because how Jared felt about anyone before Jensen came into the picture can’t really be held against him. To Jensen’s credit though, no one had informed him that Chad and Jared had once been best friends who could have loved each other. This whole thing was so out of the blue he felt he had a certain right to be upset.
“I never knew he felt that way,” Jared exhales loudly pulling his knees up to his chest. “It really shocked me. Jensen… it’s been an intense couple of days you know? And I’ve been used to not speaking so words aren’t just on the tip of my tongue anymore. That doesn’t change the facts though.”
“And what are the facts?” Jensen looks at him, only mildly caring that his voice sounds pathetic and desperate. He wants all this just to go away, for Jared to just make it better.
“You know what they are,” Jared smiles faintly, fingers reaching up to brush along the strong curve of Jensen’s jaw. “I love you. I want to be with you. You changed me… and maybe I’ve known Chad my entire life but it’s not going to be that way between us. Too much has changed, I’m not the same person he fell in love with and I don’t feel the same way about him.”
“And did you tell him that?” Jensen tries to keep his heart from fluttering but fails and allows a smile to slowly pull his lips up.
“Yeah, that’s why it took me so long to get here. I had to explain… everything,” the shudder that ripples through his body tells Jensen that Jared means everything. The desire to punch Chad seers up in him again.
“Fucking Chad,” he growls.
Jared laughs, pushing himself up and holding out a palm to pull Jensen up as well, “Don’t worry, he felt pretty shitty after I told him. I think he’ll back off now.”
“Yeah because he’s gotten his way. He didn’t have to be such a fuckin’ baby about it,” Jensen steps into Jared’s space, tilting his head up.
“Let’s not talk about Chad anymore, okay?” Jared smiles down at him before leaning forward to seal a firm kiss against his lips.
*
Jensen runs into Chad the next morning. Or more precisely, Chad is waiting against his locker, staring down at his sneakers. He looks so unlike his usual cocky self that Jensen’s steps falter slightly. He can pretty much figure out why the man is waiting for him and isn’t completely sure he is up to the conversation.
“Hey,” Chad looks up when Jensen finally stops in front of him. Jensen itches for something to do so he doesn’t have to look at the blonde.
“You’re on my locker,” He gestures and Chad steps to the side so Jensen can reach out to spin the combination lock and pull the metal door open.
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Chad jumps right into it, which Jensen’s mostly grateful for because if they are going to talk about it - which it appears they are - he’d rather skip the pleasantries.
“Yeah, okay,” Jensen nods, staring at the books on the top shelf of his locker and trying to remember what classes he had today. New schedules sucked as it was, having Chad as a distracting buzz by his ear didn’t help.
Chad sighs, flopping back on the locker next to him, “I didn’t mean to just kiss him like that you know? I guess I was just thrown by everything.”
“Yeah, seems everyone was,” Jensen finally grabs his Biology book, slamming the metal sharply and barely concealing the smirk at Chad’s flinch.
“Dude come on, can’t we just let it go now? I apologized,” Chad huffs and Jensen thinks he sounds like a whiney toddler but doesn’t point it out.
“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re the one who’s dragging it out. It’s done and over with and as long as you keep your hands off my boyfriend there’s nothing to worry about,” Jensen smiles tightly at him before walking down the hall towards his new classroom, not needing to look back at the flush on Chad’s cheeks to know it’s there.
*
After this life returns to normal, or as normal as it gets in high school. The days start passing in blurs and Jensen finds it easy to lose track of them. Which is exactly why Sandy’s question catches him so off guard he sprays soda across the lunch table out his nose; luckily no one is on the other side and Sandy is the only witness to the incident, but it burns enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“Excuse me?” He blinks back the liquid, reaching for her napkins to clean up the mess.
She’s laughing and watching him with a knowing gaze, “Let me guess… you forgot?”
“I’ve been busy,” He defends, looking around wildly at the red heart decorations lining the walls he hadn’t really noticed before. “Crap, what day is it?”
“The 12th,” She reaches out to pat his arm. “Don’t worry, you still have time to plan something. Has Jared mentioned it at all?”
Jensen thinks back to their past few conversations. Maybe Jared’s forgotten about the dreaded holiday too. Or maybe he doesn’t think they should celebrate it because really, it’s just a day dreamed up by the card company’s right? “I don’t remember him mentioning it.”
“Well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s Day so you should probably do something special… any ideas?” She’s smirking now and Jensen thinks she’s far to amused for his liking.
“Sandy, you’re a great girl mostly but sometimes I just want to slap you,” he states shaking his head. She grins brightly in response. “Fuck, what am I going to do? Should I buy him something? God I hate the gift buying thing. Can’t I just do the chocolate thing?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Sandy points out. “Really, it’s what you want to do. You know, it’s the thought that counts.”
Jensen knows this is true but doesn’t say anything else because Jared is now sliding onto the bench beside him, eyes traveling to the soda laced napkins, “Jensen… did you and the soda get in a fight again?”
Sandy giggles as Jensen shoves against Jared’s arm. She gathers up her things and stops to give Jensen a pointed look, “Well I’ll see you boys later. Have fun!”
Jared watches her go before looking back at him, “What was that about?”
“Jared,” Jensen turns to him. “Have you made any plans for Friday?”
Jared’s face lights up in delight, “Oh so you did remember? I was wondering if you knew what day it was. I was going to mention it.”
“Of course I remembered,” Jensen fights off the blush at the lie but at Jared’s knowing look he figures it’s shinning on his cheeks. “Okay so maybe not. I’ve never cared before you know? So did you make plans or anything?”
“Well… I thought you could come over for dinner,” Jared worries his bottom lip between his teeth and Jensen kind of hates when he does that because it makes resisting the urge to kiss him very hard. He has to tear his eyes away to understand as Jared continues, “Then I thought we’d play it by ear. Maybe see a movie. Or I could kick your ass at bowling again.”
“I can only handle the ego beating so often,” Jensen points out. “But we’ll figure something out. Only, let’s not do the gift thing okay? Because buying gifts is hard and it’s not even a real holiday anyways.”
Jared laughs at this, throwing an arm around Jensen’s shoulders and leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek. “Ah Jensen, that’s what makes you so special!”
“My cynicism and dislike for Valentine’s Day?” Jensen arches his eyebrows, leaning into his lover’s form.
“Something like that,” Jared presses his nose into Jensen’s hairline, inhaling softly as his arm tightens around Jensen’s form.
It’s in these moments that Jensen feels like all the pieces to the puzzle have fallen into place. Everything in the world might still be moving on and things are constantly changing but he savors the moments when it feels like it’s just them. It’s perfect and he knows he’s blessed to have the chance to experience it.
“Come on loser,” he clears his throat, pushing up from the table. “I’m gonna get a detention if I’m late to class again.”
Jared laughs and rises to follow him towards their classrooms.
*
Friday night Jensen arrives exactly on time like the proper gentlemen he was raised to be. He’s assuming Jared’s parents have dinner plans, since Jared had said they’d be eating at his place, so he’s mildly surprised when Mr. Padalecki answers the door in casual jeans and a t-shirt.
“Hey Jensen, come on in,” he greets cheerfully, door opening wide and Jensen steps inside.
“Evening Mr. Padalecki,” he nods with a polite smile.
“Please, call me Jerry,” the man insists and Jensen thinks he’ll never feel quite comfortable being on a first name basis with Jared’s parents.
He doesn’t point that out though and instead takes a hesitant step in the direction of Jared’s room. “So, I’ll just…”
“Jared’ll be out in a minute or two,” Mr. Padalecki rests an arm on his shoulder and guides him towards the living room couch. “So where’d you move from son? What do your parents do for a living?”
Jensen’s completely thrown by this turn of events. Over the past few weeks he’s only seen Jared’s family a couple of times. They’ve always greeted him politely but never attempted to get to know him, even if Jensen could feel their searching eyes each time.
He hadn’t asked Jared what details he’d provided to his family and Jensen had the gut feeling they didn’t know about their relationship. It never really bothered him, wasn’t like he needed their approval, but Jensen knew the longer Jared put off coming out, the harder it would be.
With the direction and curiosity of the current conversation Jensen couldn’t help wondering if Jared had finally taken that step.
“Dad, enough with the third degree,”’ Jared’s laugh follows him into the room and Jensen looks up with relief.
“Just being friendly,” Mr. Padalecki shrugs with a faint smirk. It’s quiet in the room for a few moments before Jared gives his father a pointed look. “Oh right. Well, I’ll just go see if your mother needs any help.”
Both boys watch him disappear out the room before Jared turns to Jensen with a bright smile, “Hey. Sorry about that, parents can be a little much.”
Jensen casually shrugs, pretending he isn’t as unnerved as he really is, “So, are we going out somewhere?”
“No, we’re eating here,” Jared steps forward, reaching out to grasp Jensen’s hand in his own and place a light kiss on the tip of his nose.
Jensen’s eyes widen, “Uh… your family?”
“They know,” Jared smiles, squeezing Jensen’s hand reassuringly.
Jensen wants details, now, but Mrs. Padalecki is hollering from the kitchen that dinner is ready and Jared is tugging him down the hall towards the dining room.
It’s not as awkward as he imagined it might be. Not that he had imagined having dinner with Jared and his family, but really it’s not too bad. Jensen quickly learns Mrs. Padalecki is an amazing cook. Which he comments on around a mouthful of potatoes.
“Well thank you Jensen,” she beams brightly at him. “My children are never so thoughtful.”
“Brown noser,” Jared grumbles. Everyone laughs and Jensen finds himself relaxing into the easy flow of the family.
He’s happy to see that Jared’s parents seem to have accepted them as a couple. He’s thrilled when Jared’s leg presses flush against his own. It’s not exactly a conventional Valentine’s dinner, but Jensen thinks he could get used to it.
“So Jensen, have you thought about what you’d like to do after graduating?” Mrs. Padalecki asks.
Jensen’s mind flashes to a shared apartment, him and Jared making Ramen in a tiny kitchen where their hips brush as they move around each other. Playing house around work and college. It’s the first time he’s really given it thought but he’s not too surprised at the image he pulls up. “Well, college I suppose, though I haven’t decided on a major yet.”
Jared’s watching him curiously and Jensen wonders if Jared has visions of small one bedroom apartments also.
“Well no need to rush,” Mrs. Padalecki advises. “You don’t have to know a major right away to start school. Jared’s planning on going in undeclared, aren’t you sweetie?”
A faint blush crawls up Jared’s cheeks and Jensen smiles fondly, “Yeah. But I’m just going to community college. You know, move out, get a job, experience the real world and all that.”
Jensen smiles brightly at this, “Yeah, sounds about right to me.”
They share a look and Jensen knows they both have the same image in mind. Normally it might scare him, the idea of spending forever with someone, but when it comes to Jared he can’t imagine anything else.
*
Jensen barely pulls the keys from the ignition before Jared’s hands tighten around his clothes and he’s being pulled across the seat onto his lover’s lap. A small ‘oompf’ leaves his mouth with a rush of air before lips press hard and demanding against his own.
They kiss like this for some time, Jensen adjusting his legs to comfortably straddle Jared’s. Large hands come up to clench in Jensen’s hair. They both moan when Jensen rocks forward and their cocks brush through two layers of denim.
“Backseat?” Jensen gasps, jerking back from the kiss for much needed oxygen.
Jared nods, eyes glazed with lust, and pushes Jensen quickly off his lap, already sliding out the passenger door.
Jensen opts for flopping over the seat, smiling brightly when Jared climbs in beside him and chuckles. “Funky monkey,” he grumbles, reaching out for Jensen once more.
“You love it,” Jensen mumbles against his lips, hands sliding down to tug at the hem of his shirt.
“True,” Jared admits, leaning back to allow the fabric to be lifted up and over his head before ridding Jensen of his own shirt. “So lucky to have you,” Jared mumbles as he tugs Jensen once more onto his lap and traces kisses along a well defined collarbone.
“Damn right,” Jensen’s voice is a breathy moan and he arches up into each of Jared’s gentle caresses.
“Gonna fuck you,” Jared whispers against a copper nipple before his tongue darts out to circle it several times.
Jensen groans, heat flaring through him as his fingers move towards Jared’s belt buckle, “You think so huh?” He tries for cocky but thinks it sounds a little too desperate.
“Know so,” Jared insists, large hands easily unfastening Jensen’s pants.
Jensen allows himself to be turned and pushed onto the seat, pants and boxers pulled off at a frenzied pace. He pants heavily as Jared’s hands to spread his thighs apart then disappear for a brief moment in which Jensen hears the familiar pop of a bottle opening.
“Actually,” Jared continues as a thick finger gently circles Jensen’s tight hole. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Jensen gasps as the finger pushes inside and he thinks he’ll never get used to Jared taking him like this. It’s more intense than anything he’s ever felt. The fingers curl gently inside him, searching until it brushes just the right angle and sparks dance along Jensen’s skin.
“I’m gonna get you nice and ready,” Jared breaths, shifting to slip another finger inside Jensen and lean up and over the panting man. “Then do you know what you’re gonna do?”
Jensen can’t see straight, let alone think and he would like to tell Jared this but the addition of a third finger and the constant brush to his prostrate renders him completely speechless. He decides the next best thing is to shake his head, which he does with heavy moans and wordless pleas.
Jared spends several long moments stretching Jensen, scissoring his fingers wide and pressing them deep inside. Then he’s pulling back, arching hips off the seat to slide his own jeans and boxers down.
Jensen props himself up on an elbow, the world spinning slightly in the dizzy haze of lust surrounding him and watches Jared slip a condom on, rubbing lube over the firm, hard cock. He can’t help but whimper as he thinks of Jared being buried in him.
Then Jared turns dark eyes to him, wrapping two strong hands around his arms and half dragging, half lifting him onto his lap. Jared breathes in the heavy air between them, “You’re going to straddle me, slide down onto my cock, and ride me.”
Jensen moans, already readjusting so he can lift his hips up. Jared’s hands grasp his waist and he helps Jensen do precisely what he said. Jensen can feel Jared slowly fill him, feel the slight burn and stretch before Jared’s buried fully and he thinks he might die from the perfection of it.
“Holy fuck,” Jared breaths, head falling into the crook of Jensen’s neck. “Fuckin’ move Jen. Fuck… so good.”
Jensen lets out a breathy chuckle, using the muscles in his thighs to rise up just a little then slide back down, “Such language Jay.”
“Shut the…” Jared hisses, hands clenching tighter on Jensen’s waist. “Fuck up.”
Another soft chuckle is cut off from Jensen’s lips when Jared suddenly lifts him up, the tip of his cock just barely inside him before slamming down hard. Jensen moans loudly, nails digging into Jared’s shoulders as the action is repeated.
It doesn’t take long for Jensen to feel the familiar tingles of his impending orgasm. His thighs are quivering with each push up, slam down, and Jared’s biting hard enough along his neck Jensen is sure he’ll have marks to show for it. Which he thinks is incredibly fucking hot and it adds to the intensity of the moment.
“Shit Jen,” Jared gasps, sweat dripping along his forehead, face flushed with exertion. “So fuckin’ good… gonna come…”
“Me too,” Jensen echoes, clenching muscles around Jared’s cock to push him along because he’s not sure he can last more than a minute or two more and he wants them to hit together.
“Love you,” Jared breaths.
Jensen comes in white hot jets against Jared’s chest, moaning low in his throat. Then Jared is still beneath him, fingers digging into his hips as he comes as well.
They are both hot and sticky with sweat, panting heavily as they float down from their joint orgasms. Jensen falls limply against Jared’s chest, not caring about the sticky mess pressing into his skin.
“Fucking perfect,” Jared mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Jensen’s head.
“Yeah,” Jensen agrees, unable to muster up the energy to say much more.
Jensen thinks it would be nice to just stay like this forever, joined together as one, but eventually his legs begin to protest and his body has calmed enough he begins to feel the chill of the February night. So, with a heavy groan, he lifts himself off Jared and flops beside him.
They clean up wordlessly, comfortable enough with each other to no longer have to fill the post orgasm silence. Jared helps him wipe dry come from his chest with the wet naps they’d brought just for this purpose and Jensen returns the favor.
After they are both dressed Jensen pulls out the blanket from under the front seat. Jared turns to lean against the door, spreading one leg out and dropping the other against the floor board so Jensen can lie between them. Jensen spreads the blanket across their bodies and relaxes into Jared’s firm chest.
“I’d like to spend forever with you,” Jared remarks so casually that Jensen can’t help but smile. It seems just like Jared to catch him off guard with a confession like this. Jared is only too good at surprising Jensen.
“Oh yeah? So you want to ‘go to college, move out, get a job, experience life’ only with me?” Jensen smiles as his fingers lace between Jared’s and he feels the cool of the ring there. He can hardly believe how much had changed since that night, not too long ago, when Jared had said his first words to him.
“Yes, definitely,” Jared’s voice is full of confidence and he presses another firm kiss on top of Jensen’s hair.
In this moment Jensen pretends he can see flashes of their future. Maybe they will both have successful careers, get married, even adopt a few kids. Maybe the world will work out just like those chick flicks and Jensen will get his happily ever after with Jared Padalecki. After all, their story was the stuff of fairy tales.
Or maybe not.
Either way, Jensen decides he’d like to stick around to see how it works out. And that’s enough of a happily ever after for him.
The End
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: 3,939 (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: Ah finally we have reached the end! Thank you to everyone who read the story! Thank you to surevesta for being a brilliant beta and making a beautiful banner!
“I’m an asshole.”
The voice beside him is hoarse with strained emotions but Jensen doesn’t turn. He snorts, short and harsh. He’s not sure how long he’s been sitting here - on the curb in front of his house - but the sidewalk beneath him has stopped feeling so cold and his limbs ache so he assumes it has to have been awhile. He had decided against going inside, didn’t want his mother to see him cry and was just beginning to think he was cried out, but tears once more trace down the streaks on his cheeks and he sniffs loudly.
“Jensen,” Jared sighs, stepping off the curb and crouching down in front of him in the street.
Jensen quickly turns his face to the right, wanting to be left alone because everything in him hurts and it shouldn’t feel this way. He’s never been the sentimental type, never would have let Jared get to him like this before. It’s doesn’t seem fair that it should be happening now.
“Please say something…” Jared pleads, reaching out to cup thick fingers around his jaw, turning his head.
Jensen still refuses to meet Jared’s worried eyes but allows his head to be turned. Softly he whispers, “Go away Jared.”
“No,” Jared shakes his head. “Don’t just give up on us.”
“Excuse me?” Jensen’s eyes move up, allowing anger to flare through him and taking comfort in its harsh bite. It’s a welcome relief from the sadness, “You’re telling me not to give up? Am I the one that kissed Chad?”
“You know it didn’t happen that way,” Jared sighs as he falls back into a sitting position on the hard asphalt.
Jensen lets the air fall between his lips slowly, knowing Jared is right and the anger dims to a faint burn, “Why… I don’t get why you didn’t tell him about us right away.”
“He knows about us,” Jared insists.
“So?” Jensen snaps back. “Obviously he didn’t know the full extent because he wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise and I mean, come on its fuckin’ Chad. Do you love him?”
“What?” Jared’s eyes widen and he takes a moment to steady himself before answering, “No, not now.”
“But you did?” Jensen watches as Jared slowly nods his head.
“Maybe. I suppose as much as any 15 year old can feel something so big. Before everything happened,” Jared’s sigh is soft and pained. Jensen wonders how many times he’s made a noise like that today.
He feels torn now because how Jared felt about anyone before Jensen came into the picture can’t really be held against him. To Jensen’s credit though, no one had informed him that Chad and Jared had once been best friends who could have loved each other. This whole thing was so out of the blue he felt he had a certain right to be upset.
“I never knew he felt that way,” Jared exhales loudly pulling his knees up to his chest. “It really shocked me. Jensen… it’s been an intense couple of days you know? And I’ve been used to not speaking so words aren’t just on the tip of my tongue anymore. That doesn’t change the facts though.”
“And what are the facts?” Jensen looks at him, only mildly caring that his voice sounds pathetic and desperate. He wants all this just to go away, for Jared to just make it better.
“You know what they are,” Jared smiles faintly, fingers reaching up to brush along the strong curve of Jensen’s jaw. “I love you. I want to be with you. You changed me… and maybe I’ve known Chad my entire life but it’s not going to be that way between us. Too much has changed, I’m not the same person he fell in love with and I don’t feel the same way about him.”
“And did you tell him that?” Jensen tries to keep his heart from fluttering but fails and allows a smile to slowly pull his lips up.
“Yeah, that’s why it took me so long to get here. I had to explain… everything,” the shudder that ripples through his body tells Jensen that Jared means everything. The desire to punch Chad seers up in him again.
“Fucking Chad,” he growls.
Jared laughs, pushing himself up and holding out a palm to pull Jensen up as well, “Don’t worry, he felt pretty shitty after I told him. I think he’ll back off now.”
“Yeah because he’s gotten his way. He didn’t have to be such a fuckin’ baby about it,” Jensen steps into Jared’s space, tilting his head up.
“Let’s not talk about Chad anymore, okay?” Jared smiles down at him before leaning forward to seal a firm kiss against his lips.
*
Jensen runs into Chad the next morning. Or more precisely, Chad is waiting against his locker, staring down at his sneakers. He looks so unlike his usual cocky self that Jensen’s steps falter slightly. He can pretty much figure out why the man is waiting for him and isn’t completely sure he is up to the conversation.
“Hey,” Chad looks up when Jensen finally stops in front of him. Jensen itches for something to do so he doesn’t have to look at the blonde.
“You’re on my locker,” He gestures and Chad steps to the side so Jensen can reach out to spin the combination lock and pull the metal door open.
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Chad jumps right into it, which Jensen’s mostly grateful for because if they are going to talk about it - which it appears they are - he’d rather skip the pleasantries.
“Yeah, okay,” Jensen nods, staring at the books on the top shelf of his locker and trying to remember what classes he had today. New schedules sucked as it was, having Chad as a distracting buzz by his ear didn’t help.
Chad sighs, flopping back on the locker next to him, “I didn’t mean to just kiss him like that you know? I guess I was just thrown by everything.”
“Yeah, seems everyone was,” Jensen finally grabs his Biology book, slamming the metal sharply and barely concealing the smirk at Chad’s flinch.
“Dude come on, can’t we just let it go now? I apologized,” Chad huffs and Jensen thinks he sounds like a whiney toddler but doesn’t point it out.
“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re the one who’s dragging it out. It’s done and over with and as long as you keep your hands off my boyfriend there’s nothing to worry about,” Jensen smiles tightly at him before walking down the hall towards his new classroom, not needing to look back at the flush on Chad’s cheeks to know it’s there.
*
After this life returns to normal, or as normal as it gets in high school. The days start passing in blurs and Jensen finds it easy to lose track of them. Which is exactly why Sandy’s question catches him so off guard he sprays soda across the lunch table out his nose; luckily no one is on the other side and Sandy is the only witness to the incident, but it burns enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“Excuse me?” He blinks back the liquid, reaching for her napkins to clean up the mess.
She’s laughing and watching him with a knowing gaze, “Let me guess… you forgot?”
“I’ve been busy,” He defends, looking around wildly at the red heart decorations lining the walls he hadn’t really noticed before. “Crap, what day is it?”
“The 12th,” She reaches out to pat his arm. “Don’t worry, you still have time to plan something. Has Jared mentioned it at all?”
Jensen thinks back to their past few conversations. Maybe Jared’s forgotten about the dreaded holiday too. Or maybe he doesn’t think they should celebrate it because really, it’s just a day dreamed up by the card company’s right? “I don’t remember him mentioning it.”
“Well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s Day so you should probably do something special… any ideas?” She’s smirking now and Jensen thinks she’s far to amused for his liking.
“Sandy, you’re a great girl mostly but sometimes I just want to slap you,” he states shaking his head. She grins brightly in response. “Fuck, what am I going to do? Should I buy him something? God I hate the gift buying thing. Can’t I just do the chocolate thing?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Sandy points out. “Really, it’s what you want to do. You know, it’s the thought that counts.”
Jensen knows this is true but doesn’t say anything else because Jared is now sliding onto the bench beside him, eyes traveling to the soda laced napkins, “Jensen… did you and the soda get in a fight again?”
Sandy giggles as Jensen shoves against Jared’s arm. She gathers up her things and stops to give Jensen a pointed look, “Well I’ll see you boys later. Have fun!”
Jared watches her go before looking back at him, “What was that about?”
“Jared,” Jensen turns to him. “Have you made any plans for Friday?”
Jared’s face lights up in delight, “Oh so you did remember? I was wondering if you knew what day it was. I was going to mention it.”
“Of course I remembered,” Jensen fights off the blush at the lie but at Jared’s knowing look he figures it’s shinning on his cheeks. “Okay so maybe not. I’ve never cared before you know? So did you make plans or anything?”
“Well… I thought you could come over for dinner,” Jared worries his bottom lip between his teeth and Jensen kind of hates when he does that because it makes resisting the urge to kiss him very hard. He has to tear his eyes away to understand as Jared continues, “Then I thought we’d play it by ear. Maybe see a movie. Or I could kick your ass at bowling again.”
“I can only handle the ego beating so often,” Jensen points out. “But we’ll figure something out. Only, let’s not do the gift thing okay? Because buying gifts is hard and it’s not even a real holiday anyways.”
Jared laughs at this, throwing an arm around Jensen’s shoulders and leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek. “Ah Jensen, that’s what makes you so special!”
“My cynicism and dislike for Valentine’s Day?” Jensen arches his eyebrows, leaning into his lover’s form.
“Something like that,” Jared presses his nose into Jensen’s hairline, inhaling softly as his arm tightens around Jensen’s form.
It’s in these moments that Jensen feels like all the pieces to the puzzle have fallen into place. Everything in the world might still be moving on and things are constantly changing but he savors the moments when it feels like it’s just them. It’s perfect and he knows he’s blessed to have the chance to experience it.
“Come on loser,” he clears his throat, pushing up from the table. “I’m gonna get a detention if I’m late to class again.”
Jared laughs and rises to follow him towards their classrooms.
*
Friday night Jensen arrives exactly on time like the proper gentlemen he was raised to be. He’s assuming Jared’s parents have dinner plans, since Jared had said they’d be eating at his place, so he’s mildly surprised when Mr. Padalecki answers the door in casual jeans and a t-shirt.
“Hey Jensen, come on in,” he greets cheerfully, door opening wide and Jensen steps inside.
“Evening Mr. Padalecki,” he nods with a polite smile.
“Please, call me Jerry,” the man insists and Jensen thinks he’ll never feel quite comfortable being on a first name basis with Jared’s parents.
He doesn’t point that out though and instead takes a hesitant step in the direction of Jared’s room. “So, I’ll just…”
“Jared’ll be out in a minute or two,” Mr. Padalecki rests an arm on his shoulder and guides him towards the living room couch. “So where’d you move from son? What do your parents do for a living?”
Jensen’s completely thrown by this turn of events. Over the past few weeks he’s only seen Jared’s family a couple of times. They’ve always greeted him politely but never attempted to get to know him, even if Jensen could feel their searching eyes each time.
He hadn’t asked Jared what details he’d provided to his family and Jensen had the gut feeling they didn’t know about their relationship. It never really bothered him, wasn’t like he needed their approval, but Jensen knew the longer Jared put off coming out, the harder it would be.
With the direction and curiosity of the current conversation Jensen couldn’t help wondering if Jared had finally taken that step.
“Dad, enough with the third degree,”’ Jared’s laugh follows him into the room and Jensen looks up with relief.
“Just being friendly,” Mr. Padalecki shrugs with a faint smirk. It’s quiet in the room for a few moments before Jared gives his father a pointed look. “Oh right. Well, I’ll just go see if your mother needs any help.”
Both boys watch him disappear out the room before Jared turns to Jensen with a bright smile, “Hey. Sorry about that, parents can be a little much.”
Jensen casually shrugs, pretending he isn’t as unnerved as he really is, “So, are we going out somewhere?”
“No, we’re eating here,” Jared steps forward, reaching out to grasp Jensen’s hand in his own and place a light kiss on the tip of his nose.
Jensen’s eyes widen, “Uh… your family?”
“They know,” Jared smiles, squeezing Jensen’s hand reassuringly.
Jensen wants details, now, but Mrs. Padalecki is hollering from the kitchen that dinner is ready and Jared is tugging him down the hall towards the dining room.
It’s not as awkward as he imagined it might be. Not that he had imagined having dinner with Jared and his family, but really it’s not too bad. Jensen quickly learns Mrs. Padalecki is an amazing cook. Which he comments on around a mouthful of potatoes.
“Well thank you Jensen,” she beams brightly at him. “My children are never so thoughtful.”
“Brown noser,” Jared grumbles. Everyone laughs and Jensen finds himself relaxing into the easy flow of the family.
He’s happy to see that Jared’s parents seem to have accepted them as a couple. He’s thrilled when Jared’s leg presses flush against his own. It’s not exactly a conventional Valentine’s dinner, but Jensen thinks he could get used to it.
“So Jensen, have you thought about what you’d like to do after graduating?” Mrs. Padalecki asks.
Jensen’s mind flashes to a shared apartment, him and Jared making Ramen in a tiny kitchen where their hips brush as they move around each other. Playing house around work and college. It’s the first time he’s really given it thought but he’s not too surprised at the image he pulls up. “Well, college I suppose, though I haven’t decided on a major yet.”
Jared’s watching him curiously and Jensen wonders if Jared has visions of small one bedroom apartments also.
“Well no need to rush,” Mrs. Padalecki advises. “You don’t have to know a major right away to start school. Jared’s planning on going in undeclared, aren’t you sweetie?”
A faint blush crawls up Jared’s cheeks and Jensen smiles fondly, “Yeah. But I’m just going to community college. You know, move out, get a job, experience the real world and all that.”
Jensen smiles brightly at this, “Yeah, sounds about right to me.”
They share a look and Jensen knows they both have the same image in mind. Normally it might scare him, the idea of spending forever with someone, but when it comes to Jared he can’t imagine anything else.
*
Jensen barely pulls the keys from the ignition before Jared’s hands tighten around his clothes and he’s being pulled across the seat onto his lover’s lap. A small ‘oompf’ leaves his mouth with a rush of air before lips press hard and demanding against his own.
They kiss like this for some time, Jensen adjusting his legs to comfortably straddle Jared’s. Large hands come up to clench in Jensen’s hair. They both moan when Jensen rocks forward and their cocks brush through two layers of denim.
“Backseat?” Jensen gasps, jerking back from the kiss for much needed oxygen.
Jared nods, eyes glazed with lust, and pushes Jensen quickly off his lap, already sliding out the passenger door.
Jensen opts for flopping over the seat, smiling brightly when Jared climbs in beside him and chuckles. “Funky monkey,” he grumbles, reaching out for Jensen once more.
“You love it,” Jensen mumbles against his lips, hands sliding down to tug at the hem of his shirt.
“True,” Jared admits, leaning back to allow the fabric to be lifted up and over his head before ridding Jensen of his own shirt. “So lucky to have you,” Jared mumbles as he tugs Jensen once more onto his lap and traces kisses along a well defined collarbone.
“Damn right,” Jensen’s voice is a breathy moan and he arches up into each of Jared’s gentle caresses.
“Gonna fuck you,” Jared whispers against a copper nipple before his tongue darts out to circle it several times.
Jensen groans, heat flaring through him as his fingers move towards Jared’s belt buckle, “You think so huh?” He tries for cocky but thinks it sounds a little too desperate.
“Know so,” Jared insists, large hands easily unfastening Jensen’s pants.
Jensen allows himself to be turned and pushed onto the seat, pants and boxers pulled off at a frenzied pace. He pants heavily as Jared’s hands to spread his thighs apart then disappear for a brief moment in which Jensen hears the familiar pop of a bottle opening.
“Actually,” Jared continues as a thick finger gently circles Jensen’s tight hole. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Jensen gasps as the finger pushes inside and he thinks he’ll never get used to Jared taking him like this. It’s more intense than anything he’s ever felt. The fingers curl gently inside him, searching until it brushes just the right angle and sparks dance along Jensen’s skin.
“I’m gonna get you nice and ready,” Jared breaths, shifting to slip another finger inside Jensen and lean up and over the panting man. “Then do you know what you’re gonna do?”
Jensen can’t see straight, let alone think and he would like to tell Jared this but the addition of a third finger and the constant brush to his prostrate renders him completely speechless. He decides the next best thing is to shake his head, which he does with heavy moans and wordless pleas.
Jared spends several long moments stretching Jensen, scissoring his fingers wide and pressing them deep inside. Then he’s pulling back, arching hips off the seat to slide his own jeans and boxers down.
Jensen props himself up on an elbow, the world spinning slightly in the dizzy haze of lust surrounding him and watches Jared slip a condom on, rubbing lube over the firm, hard cock. He can’t help but whimper as he thinks of Jared being buried in him.
Then Jared turns dark eyes to him, wrapping two strong hands around his arms and half dragging, half lifting him onto his lap. Jared breathes in the heavy air between them, “You’re going to straddle me, slide down onto my cock, and ride me.”
Jensen moans, already readjusting so he can lift his hips up. Jared’s hands grasp his waist and he helps Jensen do precisely what he said. Jensen can feel Jared slowly fill him, feel the slight burn and stretch before Jared’s buried fully and he thinks he might die from the perfection of it.
“Holy fuck,” Jared breaths, head falling into the crook of Jensen’s neck. “Fuckin’ move Jen. Fuck… so good.”
Jensen lets out a breathy chuckle, using the muscles in his thighs to rise up just a little then slide back down, “Such language Jay.”
“Shut the…” Jared hisses, hands clenching tighter on Jensen’s waist. “Fuck up.”
Another soft chuckle is cut off from Jensen’s lips when Jared suddenly lifts him up, the tip of his cock just barely inside him before slamming down hard. Jensen moans loudly, nails digging into Jared’s shoulders as the action is repeated.
It doesn’t take long for Jensen to feel the familiar tingles of his impending orgasm. His thighs are quivering with each push up, slam down, and Jared’s biting hard enough along his neck Jensen is sure he’ll have marks to show for it. Which he thinks is incredibly fucking hot and it adds to the intensity of the moment.
“Shit Jen,” Jared gasps, sweat dripping along his forehead, face flushed with exertion. “So fuckin’ good… gonna come…”
“Me too,” Jensen echoes, clenching muscles around Jared’s cock to push him along because he’s not sure he can last more than a minute or two more and he wants them to hit together.
“Love you,” Jared breaths.
Jensen comes in white hot jets against Jared’s chest, moaning low in his throat. Then Jared is still beneath him, fingers digging into his hips as he comes as well.
They are both hot and sticky with sweat, panting heavily as they float down from their joint orgasms. Jensen falls limply against Jared’s chest, not caring about the sticky mess pressing into his skin.
“Fucking perfect,” Jared mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Jensen’s head.
“Yeah,” Jensen agrees, unable to muster up the energy to say much more.
Jensen thinks it would be nice to just stay like this forever, joined together as one, but eventually his legs begin to protest and his body has calmed enough he begins to feel the chill of the February night. So, with a heavy groan, he lifts himself off Jared and flops beside him.
They clean up wordlessly, comfortable enough with each other to no longer have to fill the post orgasm silence. Jared helps him wipe dry come from his chest with the wet naps they’d brought just for this purpose and Jensen returns the favor.
After they are both dressed Jensen pulls out the blanket from under the front seat. Jared turns to lean against the door, spreading one leg out and dropping the other against the floor board so Jensen can lie between them. Jensen spreads the blanket across their bodies and relaxes into Jared’s firm chest.
“I’d like to spend forever with you,” Jared remarks so casually that Jensen can’t help but smile. It seems just like Jared to catch him off guard with a confession like this. Jared is only too good at surprising Jensen.
“Oh yeah? So you want to ‘go to college, move out, get a job, experience life’ only with me?” Jensen smiles as his fingers lace between Jared’s and he feels the cool of the ring there. He can hardly believe how much had changed since that night, not too long ago, when Jared had said his first words to him.
“Yes, definitely,” Jared’s voice is full of confidence and he presses another firm kiss on top of Jensen’s hair.
In this moment Jensen pretends he can see flashes of their future. Maybe they will both have successful careers, get married, even adopt a few kids. Maybe the world will work out just like those chick flicks and Jensen will get his happily ever after with Jared Padalecki. After all, their story was the stuff of fairy tales.
Or maybe not.
Either way, Jensen decides he’d like to stick around to see how it works out. And that’s enough of a happily ever after for him.
The End