FIC - The Other Side Of The Line - J2 AU - 1/3
Title: The Other Side Of The Line
Fandom: Supernatural RPS, J2AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jared/Jensen (small mention of Jared/Chad, Jensen/Rob)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M/M slash
Length: This is the first of three stories in this ‘verse, all of which are complete. Word count for this part, 4764.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, unfortunately and Jared and Jensen belong to themselves (even though in my happy world they belong to each other.) Same thing goes for the Los Angeles Kings and San Antonio Rampage hockey teams- they are both real, but exist in this writing as purely fictional settings and a means to an end. Yes, this is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties/teams represented.
Beta: Thanks a ton to
chloe_2450 for all the help and support. I totally owe her some Anders/Helo/Apollo for this!
Summary: Jared Padalecki, star rookie hockey player for the Los Angeles Kings is on a short break back to his home state of Texas before the Christmas holiday. Needing some time to himself, to brood and reflect, he goes to one of the local bars and meets one Jensen Ackles. Both men are not what they first appear and perhaps are more alike than they even realize.
A/N: For the purpose of this story we are going to pretend that the Los Angeles Kings actually have a decent hockey team…I know, I know. Come on, this is fiction. Anything can happen!! Oh, and this is my first foray into SPN-land, so please be kind. I make some delicious chocolate chip cookies if they will help. This actually started life as another pairing but it just screamed J2 to me, so it became them.
(Jared's POV)
He smiled at me.
I'm merely sitting here drowning my sorrows in a glass of beer and the most beautiful man I have ever seen, just smiled at me. That smile simply lit up the room, not to mention the darkened pathways of my heart that are so alone and dead right now.
Jesus Christ, Padalecki, could you be any more fucking melodramatic? I think you need another beer.
Ordering up another House ale, I watched the guy with the million-watt-smile get his own drink and saunter off, heading down to where the pool tables are.
Nice ass. Too bad he doesn't turn around; I'd love to see how he fills out the front of those tight jeans.
Put your dick back in your pants, Jared. For all you know, that guy is probably going home to a warm pussy every night and isn't the least bit interested in touching another man in a sexual manner.
Hey, looks can be deceiving. I am a prime case. Most people who glance my way wouldn't think that I enjoy the finer aspects of the male form.
God, do I ever need to get laid right now.
I came home to Texas for Christmas hoping it would help to clear my mind. It was also a way for me to take a few days off from Chad and think our relationship shit through. He doesn't love me, he is never going to and I need to move on. I know that much.
Maybe that guy with the killer grin is a good start.
And like that is a real possibility, idiot. Even if he is into guys, which is a long fucking shot, Texas is 1400 miles from Los Angeles. You remember LA don't you? The place where you reside; where you make your living.
Don't be forgetting that other rather important detail either, dumbass. You are Jared Tristan Padalecki. Right Wing for the Stanley Cup winning Los Angeles Kings.
Let me reiterate again though oh-wise-brain; this is San Antonio, Texas. People here really don't care a rat's ass about sports that don't revolve around a ball that you dribble or throw towards an end zone. Sure, San Antonio does have a minor league franchise, but the general response is "We have a hockey team?" I think I am okay on that front.
Not to mention, there is no harm in trying. If nothing else it might provide a few good rolls in the sheets while I’m here.
Downing the rest of my ale, I called for another one as I slid off my barstool and proceeded in the same direction as sexy smile-great ass guy.
I chose to come to 'Rock Bottom' because we had one back in LA that had some of the best home brews that I ever drank, and the name was about how I was feeling at the moment.
They also are known for their top rate pool tables. One of which was being played by him. Him alone. No friends, and most importantly, no girlfriend in view.
Fuck me. If I wasn't hard already, I would have been at the immediate sight of the cue sliding through those hands. If only that was my dick in his grip, being slowly stroked with the same motion as that piece of wood.
He is shorter than me. I've never been with someone that much shorter than me. He's not exactly little, I‘d peg him somewhere around six feet, but his physique is solidly built. Strong shoulders tapering down to a trim waist. My breath halted in my chest as I once again focused on the area below his belt. What I wouldn't give to taste...
"Care to play?"
Huh? Glancing up, I saw him looking in my direction. Not only looking, but casually smiling.
"Do you want to go a round?" That voice was like honey, pouring effortlessly off his lips. Pure Texan.
I hadn't even realized, or actually thought, he was speaking to me; I was so fixated on that gorgeous piece of ass that was being presented to my delight, but it was clear that he was staring at me and no one else, waiting for an answer.
"Sure," I said, knowing he meant pool, but thinking along some other lines. Lines that included our sweat drenched bodies pressed tightly together in bed, those pouty lips closed over my dick.
When our hands brushed, as he handed me an extra pool cue, you could literally see sparks jumping off.
Get a fucking grip, Jare. You better smarten up. Quickly. The guy is just being friendly and offering you a chance to rack them up.
Boy, would I ever like to rack up his balls, right into my mouth.
Okay, that is not wizening up. Oh well. No one ever said I was good at following orders, especially those of my own mind. If that was the case, I would have fallen for Misha and not Chad and I wouldn’t be on Jeff’s “list.” But that is LA, this is San Antonio.
And right now Texas is looking rather yummy. That green Henley he has on is only highlighting a set of deep, soulful green eyes. Sandy, blondish-brown hair that looks soft and thick and would make for something good to hang onto while being given head.
"Want to break?"
Want to fuck?
What?
He said 'break', stupid.
"Um, no. Go ahead."
Taking a drink of his beer, he sat his glass next to mine, smiled at me and said as he bent over the table and lined up the cue ball, "Good, I like being the one to start things off."
Is he flirting with me? No, I’m just reading into this way too much because I am already so fucking horny for him.
Hey, I don't even know his name. Need to find that out soon. I watched as he slid the cue back and broke the formation to perfection, sinking two solids.
"Lucky shot."
Lining up to take another stab, he threw back over his shoulder, "It's got nothing to do with luck, I'm just that damn good."
My cock swelled even further against my boxers at that statement. I'll bet you are good, in bed that is. Watching his ass bent over the table, he dropped three more in before he missed.
“Oops. Your turn.”
I've got no prayer of winning this match. My pool game sucks ass, much like I do when I’m in the right mood. Concentrate Padalecki, you can at least make a decent showing.
Shit. Not going to happen on that shot. I barely got the cue on it. Maybe it was because my vision was centered on the crotch of the man across from me and not the white ball. Lord does he fill them...
Looking up, our eyes met and I flushed and quickly turned away, hastily saying, "You’re up." There had been no mistaking what I was focusing on, but he didn't act like he was going to beat my ass for it. That's a good sign.
Unlike the four consecutive balls he just sunk. Damn, I’m getting played. It'd be much better if I was being played with, my cock being teased to the point of satisfaction.
I got to take a few more shots, before he cleared my last stripe and then took out the eight-ball with a flawless bank into the corner pocket move.
"So who do I owe the honor of this ass kicking too?" I inquired, leaning my stick along with my body against the edge of the table.
"Jensen. Jensen Ackles." So suave and debonair. Just like Bond.
"I'm Jared." At least my brain above my shoulders is working and I didn't blurt out Jared Padalecki. Even though I feel pretty safe revealing my identity, this guy seems the sporty type and might just have heard of me. Better to ere to the side of prudence a tad longer.
"Nice to meet you Jared," Jensen said, offering up his hand to me. A nice firm grip from a hand similar to my own, a little rough but strong.
"Want to play some more? I can offer pointers if you would like."
Of course I'd love to play some more with you, especially your naked body. And a teacher huh? I bet I could teach you a thing or two, especially about how to make me scream in bed.
Fucking mind...wandering off once more.
Nodding in the affirmative after recollecting my wits yet again, I asked, "Where did you learn to play?"
"Self-taught. We've got a lot of down time in our schedule so I tried to make it less boring and learned how to shoot pool, amongst other things."
His eyes lit up at the 'other things.' I was kind of stuck on the whole 'we' and 'schedule' thing though, wondering what he did for a living.
While Jensen went and refilled our beers, I re-racked the balls for our next game. When he returned, it was then that I noticed we were now alone. I shouldn't be surprised, it is the Monday before Christmas; most people are home with their families.
Not me and Jensen Ackles, who has sided up behind me, grabbing my cue and placing it in my waiting hands, preparing me to break.
And I thought I was forward. Well, I typically am…there is just this itty bitty part of Jared that is still being cautious.
"You have to get a solid grip on the stick, but not so firm that it won't allow the cue to slide effortlessly through," he said, his face next to my cheek, his hands directing mine while his hips lightly brushed along my ass.
Guess I am not the only one who enjoys some guy on guy action. If he doesn’t, he is certainly being overly friendly and would cause me to question his orientation in any other situation.
With Jensen’s hand over mine, holding my fingers in the proper arrangement, I pulled back the cue and broke the formation.
Hot damn! I think that is the first time I have ever sunk a ball on the opening shot. My excitement radiated through me and ended up as a smile that was then swiftly reflected on his face.
“It’s all in the position. You hit it high, it loses control. You hit it low, it jumps and comes hard.”
I have no idea what in the world he is talking about because my mind got stuck in picture mode for the time being on ‘position.’ Me and Jensen in a rather arousing position at that, him on his stomach, me lying on his back, us fucking away.
“Do you normally come hard?” I asked, regaining my voice while lining up and then missing my next shot. Yes, I did catch that little bit of his sentence.
Don’t look surprised, Jensen, I’ve been told my flirting skills are top notch.
Taking the stick from my hand, he stated, “I always come hard, and you have already seen how great I am at sinking things deep.”
It appears that I have some competition in the flirting department. I am also not the only one who is hard anymore. Well, unless he is just that fucking huge on average.
Fuck, I cannot wait to see that dick free of those jeans. Everything is headed in that direction, or so it seems. Our dicks are definitely headed somewhere, his hopefully is straight into my ass.
Time to work some more Padalecki magic to guarantee that.
“I’m typically good at getting things in deep; balls shouldn’t be a problem for me. I just need some practice.”
Looks like Jensen caught the double meaning in my message as he scratched, for the first time all night. The scowl on his face was sexy as hell and just begging to be kissed away. Can’t do that yet. Not here anyways. I bet I can get him to perk up though, in lots of areas.
“Do you sometimes like to come in from the back?” I inquired, putting the cue behind me to take a shot that I knew I would never have a prayer of hitting.
Pool was no longer the game.
Jensen moved to stand next to me, close enough that I could feel his breath as he said, “The back, the front, the side. Any of them work, especially if you have the right stick and the talent.”
Kicking all caution to the curb, I left my hand run down over the front of his jeans and gave him a light squeeze while whispering, “It looks like you have both.”
And yeah, I want Jensen Ackles.
Turning around I focused on Jensen's eyes. There was no mistaking the heat of lust burning in them. He wants me too.
"Let's go someplace else. If we wait any longer, I am bound to throw you down on the table and fuck you right here." There's the aggressive side of me coming into play. I haven't met a guy yet who hasn't liked the controlling part of my personality.
"My apartment is over on the west side, about ten minutes from here, and I've got a bed that would be more comfortable than this table."
"Lead the way. I'll be right behind you."
I followed Jensen out to his car; mine was just a few spots away. His license plate said Texas. So, local boy most likely.
The ten minutes seemed like it took an hour. By the time we got out of our cars, I was about ready to explode. Jensen's jeans looked quite snug as well.
Stepping inside his apartment he gathered me to him, hands on my waist, and said, "My roommate is gone for the night so we won't have any interruptions."
"Until morning?"
"Exactly. And trust me, we are going to need all night," he said, unbuttoning my jeans and slipping his hand inside them, down to cup my dick.
His mouth crushed over mine as he squeezed and rolled me with his fingers.
Mmm...Does he taste fucking amazing. Malt beer and cinnamon. A unique but fucking exhilarating combination.
Like his hand to my cock.
Grinding my hips closer to him, I groaned, "How about we try out that bed of yours?"
(Jensen's POV)
Oh. My. God.
Jared Padalecki is in my bedroom.
I am going to have sex with Jared-I play for the fucking Los Angeles Kings- Padalecki.
Hell fucking yeah.
This is totally not the evening I expected to have. When I thought he was flirting with me, I was stunned. After my initial shock at realizing who he was and that he was truly interested in me, I decided to go for it, blatantly returning his advances while making some of my own. My body was in want of some good loving, Rob sure as hell has not been fulfilling that need lately.
Oh, and that's definitely good!
Mr. NHL is on his knees in front of me, his mouth roaming over the front of my boxer briefs which are barely
containing my painfully hard dick.
"These need to go," he huskily said, tugging on the waistband of my underwear.
I couldn't agree more.
Hands pulled on the fabric until they joined the growing pile of my clothes next to us; shirt, jeans, socks already in there.
Holy fuck. I'm standing in front of Jared Tristan Padalecki and I am naked.
Geez, Jensen. You don't have to refer to him by his full name. Would you like him to be calling you Jensen Ross Ackles? No. Didn't think so.
"Suck my dick, Jared." There you go, that's better; simple with the name and right to the point with the wanted action.
Seems like I am not the only one getting to the point. The head of my cock was getting some nice attention now courtesy of Jared's tongue.
Okay, he definitely knows what he is doing. Fuck me this is fucking infuckingcredible. I haven't gotten head this good in...well...never. Whoever is the regular recipient of his mouth is a fucking lucky bastard.
Throwing my head back I moaned loudly as he took me all the way down his throat. He tightened his muscles around me as he let me slowly slip back out and then immediately swallow me up again.
"Fuck, Jared...that's so...oh, yeah." My hands wrapped themselves into his soft brown hair, knees becoming Jell-O.
Not only was my dick getting some prime attention, but my balls were not being left out either. If he wasn't rolling them in his hand, he was sucking on them. No one has ever paid that much attention to my nuts. I fucking love it.
Much like I love being fucked, which his finger is now doing to my ass.
Okay, totally not going to last long now.
It was becoming harder to keep my hips from moving, but Jared didn’t seem to care and he let me jerk away until I felt the fire burst forth from my groin and shoot my liquid down his throat.
He lapped me clean and then looked up at me smiling.
Bringing him to his feet, he lowered his head so our mouths met, allowing me to taste myself all over him. The combination was unbelievably arousing. I was going to be hard again in no time.
First though, Jared needs some attention, as well as some clothing removal. After a few longer, explorative kisses though.
The height difference was not a problem for me; I was used to being with someone taller than my 6’1” frame. I’m guessing Jared is about two inches taller than Rob though, I like how we fit together, especially so far and I am banking on the fact it is only going to get better.
My hands slipped inside his button down to caress his skin, fingers sliding over well defined abs. There is nothing like a hockey player’s body. Hard and smooth.
Kneeling down, I worked on getting each button undone, all the while kissing my way up his chest until I came to the base of his neck, where I latched on eliciting a throaty groan from him. A few more of those moans came as I shifted focus to each one of his tiny, hard nipples.
Quick subtraction of his shirt had me pushing him down on my bed, my body following and easing on top of his. Our hips ground together, his dick aching for release, mine being propelled back into arousal by the feel of his jeans rubbing against me.
His turn first though. Hey, what can I say, I like to share. Orgasms for everyone!
The jeans that clung to him like glue were hastily shed along with his socks and I paused before I went to cover him again. I so didn’t have him pegged as a boxer’s man, but damn does he look simply edible in them.
He looks even better without them.
Fuck me. How did I get so lucky? Not only is he fucking hot, but god does he have the right amount of equipment in all of the proper areas.
This is going to be fucking fun!
Lowering myself down our bodies finally came in skin to skin contact. We were both on fire, but his touch was not at all scalding to me. And like I suspected, we fit together just fine, meeting in all of the appropriate places. Eyes. Mouths. Chests. Groins.
I started inching my way south, headed for the goal of his cock in my mouth, but he stopped me by raising himself up on his elbows, and staring straight into my eyes while growling, “Fuck me, Jensen. That’s what I want right now. Your dick buried deep in my ass. Think you can oblige?”
Oh, I know without a doubt that I can make that happen.
Rolling off of him, I moved so that I could grab a condom and some lube from my bedside table. This may be Jared Padalecki but I am still not about taking chances. Knowing my luck his last bed partner could have been Sean Avery and I just shudder at the thought of that.
Jared took the condom packet from my hand, tore it open with his teeth and stroked me a few times before covering me up. He then grabbed the lube from me, dropped a glob on his palm, and slicked up my dick, before lying back on the bed and spreading his legs wide.
I went to pour some more lube on my fingers to prepare him, however he halted me once more with another snarl, “I am as ready as I need to be, Jensen. Just fuck me. Now.”
Dominant Jared. I kind of like this. Rob always wanted to go for the same routine every night, never willing to spice things up. It got dull rather fast. Jared seems far from boring though.
This is going to fucking rock!
Positioning myself in-between his thighs, I guided my cock passed his opening and slowly started to ease my way into him. Apparently my lack of pace was not what he wanted as he wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me all the way in.
“Oh fuck!” I hissed as his muscles clamped down around my hard shaft. I laid there for a few moments just relishing in the feel of being held by his tight body, before I drew out and lodged myself back inside.
“That’s it, Jensen. Hard and fast.”
If that’s how he wanted to play, I had no problem fulfilling that desire.
Quick pumps of my hips had him writhing beneath me, his own hips trying to keep pace. Jared’s cock was like steel, pressed to his stomach, his hand stroking himself off.
We were both none to quiet, I never was normally and it was nice to know he was a fellow screamer.
Just got to get him to yell one more thing…so close.
In a frenzied state our bodies continued to meet until his hands shot out next to him, gripping fistfuls of sheet as he domed up to me and let forth a stream of cum that coated his chest.
“Fuck, Jensen…fuck!” He shouted as spasms continued to rock his frame, making my dick feel like it was in a vice.
A few more thrusts and I would be…
"Oh god, Padalecki, this is…fuck, Jared!" I screamed, tossing my head and arching my back, jamming my cock deep into him as I felt my hot release come spurting out.
After a couple finishing drives, I pulled out, removed my condom, and then laid my body back on top of him, his release fused between us.
I went to seal our completed union with a kiss, but the look on his face made me pause. He appeared to be a little upset. Now I know I am not the most experienced lover in the world, but I've never had any type of complaint before. And I thought what we just did kicked some major ass. I had never felt so free and passionate before.
"How long have you known who I am?"
Shit. I said his last name. Way to fucking go, Jensen.
Flushing, I slid off and sat on my knees next to him.
"I knew you looked familiar when I first saw you at the bar. When you told me your first name, my suspicions were confirmed."
Jared sat up and turned away from me, presenting me with his back, legs slung over the edge of my bed.
Reaching out, I put my hand on his shoulder and softly said, "Your secret is safe with me, I understand having to hide."
Green eyes full of fury turned around and his voice snapped, "Well, you're not a professional hockey player. I'm Jared Padalecki, star rookie right wing for the Los Angeles Kings."
His words were like an icy spike to my chest. I of course didn't expect him to recognize me, but deep inside I hoped that because he knew I was a fellow player that that was why he picked me.
"I'm also a professional hockey player. I'm Jensen Ackles, second year defenseman for the San Antonio Rampage."
(Jared's POV)
Okay, now I feel like a complete asshole. No wonder I was drawn to him, he's a comrade. Definitely explains the phenomenal body.
When he made his player statement, Jensen was getting out of bed, putting on a pair of boxer briefs and then moving to stand next to his window.
I was now the one staring at the back of the man who just made love to me. The things we did together made me feel better than I have for months. Having sex with Chad had become so lackluster and habitual; I was there simply to get him off, to be a warm presence in his bed.
Jensen brought out a side of me that had been dormant for quite a while. I liked that, I wanted to experience more of it.
We hockey players are a strange bunch, full of so much emotion that sometimes doesn't show until we are the most vulnerable. I'd hurt, Jensen and...
No matter what I did from this moment on, I needed to make this right for him. First and foremost, he didn't deserve the lashing I just pitched out.
"I'm sorry." It was a start.
"You don't need to apologize; I should have told you that I knew who you were when I realized it. Let you decide then whether or not you wanted to go through with this."
"Come back to bed, Jensen." This is your bed after all, if anyone should be forced out of it, it should be me.
Turning around, he slowly returned to my side. He wouldn't look at me however.
"Would you like me to go?" I hope not, I'd like to stay and get to know you and your body a lot more.
His head raised and he uttered, "It's up to you, you have more at stake than I do. I meant what I said though; your secret is safe with me."
Leaning in, I kissed his full lips, once again relishing at the simple taste of this man. In the short time I have known him, I fully trusted him to keep his word. He knew the stakes as well as I did.
"I'd like to stay and take you up on that offer of a full night, if it's still there."
Jensen flashed me the smile that started it all and I had my answer.
Within moments, I was pushing him on his back, wondering just what it was going to feel like to be sheathed in that gorgeous, firm ass of Jensen Ackles.
Fandom: Supernatural RPS, J2AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jared/Jensen (small mention of Jared/Chad, Jensen/Rob)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M/M slash
Length: This is the first of three stories in this ‘verse, all of which are complete. Word count for this part, 4764.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, unfortunately and Jared and Jensen belong to themselves (even though in my happy world they belong to each other.) Same thing goes for the Los Angeles Kings and San Antonio Rampage hockey teams- they are both real, but exist in this writing as purely fictional settings and a means to an end. Yes, this is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties/teams represented.
Beta: Thanks a ton to
chloe_2450 for all the help and support. I totally owe her some Anders/Helo/Apollo for this!
Summary: Jared Padalecki, star rookie hockey player for the Los Angeles Kings is on a short break back to his home state of Texas before the Christmas holiday. Needing some time to himself, to brood and reflect, he goes to one of the local bars and meets one Jensen Ackles. Both men are not what they first appear and perhaps are more alike than they even realize.
A/N: For the purpose of this story we are going to pretend that the Los Angeles Kings actually have a decent hockey team…I know, I know. Come on, this is fiction. Anything can happen!! Oh, and this is my first foray into SPN-land, so please be kind. I make some delicious chocolate chip cookies if they will help. This actually started life as another pairing but it just screamed J2 to me, so it became them.
(Jared's POV)
He smiled at me.
I'm merely sitting here drowning my sorrows in a glass of beer and the most beautiful man I have ever seen, just smiled at me. That smile simply lit up the room, not to mention the darkened pathways of my heart that are so alone and dead right now.
Jesus Christ, Padalecki, could you be any more fucking melodramatic? I think you need another beer.
Ordering up another House ale, I watched the guy with the million-watt-smile get his own drink and saunter off, heading down to where the pool tables are.
Nice ass. Too bad he doesn't turn around; I'd love to see how he fills out the front of those tight jeans.
Put your dick back in your pants, Jared. For all you know, that guy is probably going home to a warm pussy every night and isn't the least bit interested in touching another man in a sexual manner.
Hey, looks can be deceiving. I am a prime case. Most people who glance my way wouldn't think that I enjoy the finer aspects of the male form.
God, do I ever need to get laid right now.
I came home to Texas for Christmas hoping it would help to clear my mind. It was also a way for me to take a few days off from Chad and think our relationship shit through. He doesn't love me, he is never going to and I need to move on. I know that much.
Maybe that guy with the killer grin is a good start.
And like that is a real possibility, idiot. Even if he is into guys, which is a long fucking shot, Texas is 1400 miles from Los Angeles. You remember LA don't you? The place where you reside; where you make your living.
Don't be forgetting that other rather important detail either, dumbass. You are Jared Tristan Padalecki. Right Wing for the Stanley Cup winning Los Angeles Kings.
Let me reiterate again though oh-wise-brain; this is San Antonio, Texas. People here really don't care a rat's ass about sports that don't revolve around a ball that you dribble or throw towards an end zone. Sure, San Antonio does have a minor league franchise, but the general response is "We have a hockey team?" I think I am okay on that front.
Not to mention, there is no harm in trying. If nothing else it might provide a few good rolls in the sheets while I’m here.
Downing the rest of my ale, I called for another one as I slid off my barstool and proceeded in the same direction as sexy smile-great ass guy.
I chose to come to 'Rock Bottom' because we had one back in LA that had some of the best home brews that I ever drank, and the name was about how I was feeling at the moment.
They also are known for their top rate pool tables. One of which was being played by him. Him alone. No friends, and most importantly, no girlfriend in view.
Fuck me. If I wasn't hard already, I would have been at the immediate sight of the cue sliding through those hands. If only that was my dick in his grip, being slowly stroked with the same motion as that piece of wood.
He is shorter than me. I've never been with someone that much shorter than me. He's not exactly little, I‘d peg him somewhere around six feet, but his physique is solidly built. Strong shoulders tapering down to a trim waist. My breath halted in my chest as I once again focused on the area below his belt. What I wouldn't give to taste...
"Care to play?"
Huh? Glancing up, I saw him looking in my direction. Not only looking, but casually smiling.
"Do you want to go a round?" That voice was like honey, pouring effortlessly off his lips. Pure Texan.
I hadn't even realized, or actually thought, he was speaking to me; I was so fixated on that gorgeous piece of ass that was being presented to my delight, but it was clear that he was staring at me and no one else, waiting for an answer.
"Sure," I said, knowing he meant pool, but thinking along some other lines. Lines that included our sweat drenched bodies pressed tightly together in bed, those pouty lips closed over my dick.
When our hands brushed, as he handed me an extra pool cue, you could literally see sparks jumping off.
Get a fucking grip, Jare. You better smarten up. Quickly. The guy is just being friendly and offering you a chance to rack them up.
Boy, would I ever like to rack up his balls, right into my mouth.
Okay, that is not wizening up. Oh well. No one ever said I was good at following orders, especially those of my own mind. If that was the case, I would have fallen for Misha and not Chad and I wouldn’t be on Jeff’s “list.” But that is LA, this is San Antonio.
And right now Texas is looking rather yummy. That green Henley he has on is only highlighting a set of deep, soulful green eyes. Sandy, blondish-brown hair that looks soft and thick and would make for something good to hang onto while being given head.
"Want to break?"
Want to fuck?
What?
He said 'break', stupid.
"Um, no. Go ahead."
Taking a drink of his beer, he sat his glass next to mine, smiled at me and said as he bent over the table and lined up the cue ball, "Good, I like being the one to start things off."
Is he flirting with me? No, I’m just reading into this way too much because I am already so fucking horny for him.
Hey, I don't even know his name. Need to find that out soon. I watched as he slid the cue back and broke the formation to perfection, sinking two solids.
"Lucky shot."
Lining up to take another stab, he threw back over his shoulder, "It's got nothing to do with luck, I'm just that damn good."
My cock swelled even further against my boxers at that statement. I'll bet you are good, in bed that is. Watching his ass bent over the table, he dropped three more in before he missed.
“Oops. Your turn.”
I've got no prayer of winning this match. My pool game sucks ass, much like I do when I’m in the right mood. Concentrate Padalecki, you can at least make a decent showing.
Shit. Not going to happen on that shot. I barely got the cue on it. Maybe it was because my vision was centered on the crotch of the man across from me and not the white ball. Lord does he fill them...
Looking up, our eyes met and I flushed and quickly turned away, hastily saying, "You’re up." There had been no mistaking what I was focusing on, but he didn't act like he was going to beat my ass for it. That's a good sign.
Unlike the four consecutive balls he just sunk. Damn, I’m getting played. It'd be much better if I was being played with, my cock being teased to the point of satisfaction.
I got to take a few more shots, before he cleared my last stripe and then took out the eight-ball with a flawless bank into the corner pocket move.
"So who do I owe the honor of this ass kicking too?" I inquired, leaning my stick along with my body against the edge of the table.
"Jensen. Jensen Ackles." So suave and debonair. Just like Bond.
"I'm Jared." At least my brain above my shoulders is working and I didn't blurt out Jared Padalecki. Even though I feel pretty safe revealing my identity, this guy seems the sporty type and might just have heard of me. Better to ere to the side of prudence a tad longer.
"Nice to meet you Jared," Jensen said, offering up his hand to me. A nice firm grip from a hand similar to my own, a little rough but strong.
"Want to play some more? I can offer pointers if you would like."
Of course I'd love to play some more with you, especially your naked body. And a teacher huh? I bet I could teach you a thing or two, especially about how to make me scream in bed.
Fucking mind...wandering off once more.
Nodding in the affirmative after recollecting my wits yet again, I asked, "Where did you learn to play?"
"Self-taught. We've got a lot of down time in our schedule so I tried to make it less boring and learned how to shoot pool, amongst other things."
His eyes lit up at the 'other things.' I was kind of stuck on the whole 'we' and 'schedule' thing though, wondering what he did for a living.
While Jensen went and refilled our beers, I re-racked the balls for our next game. When he returned, it was then that I noticed we were now alone. I shouldn't be surprised, it is the Monday before Christmas; most people are home with their families.
Not me and Jensen Ackles, who has sided up behind me, grabbing my cue and placing it in my waiting hands, preparing me to break.
And I thought I was forward. Well, I typically am…there is just this itty bitty part of Jared that is still being cautious.
"You have to get a solid grip on the stick, but not so firm that it won't allow the cue to slide effortlessly through," he said, his face next to my cheek, his hands directing mine while his hips lightly brushed along my ass.
Guess I am not the only one who enjoys some guy on guy action. If he doesn’t, he is certainly being overly friendly and would cause me to question his orientation in any other situation.
With Jensen’s hand over mine, holding my fingers in the proper arrangement, I pulled back the cue and broke the formation.
Hot damn! I think that is the first time I have ever sunk a ball on the opening shot. My excitement radiated through me and ended up as a smile that was then swiftly reflected on his face.
“It’s all in the position. You hit it high, it loses control. You hit it low, it jumps and comes hard.”
I have no idea what in the world he is talking about because my mind got stuck in picture mode for the time being on ‘position.’ Me and Jensen in a rather arousing position at that, him on his stomach, me lying on his back, us fucking away.
“Do you normally come hard?” I asked, regaining my voice while lining up and then missing my next shot. Yes, I did catch that little bit of his sentence.
Don’t look surprised, Jensen, I’ve been told my flirting skills are top notch.
Taking the stick from my hand, he stated, “I always come hard, and you have already seen how great I am at sinking things deep.”
It appears that I have some competition in the flirting department. I am also not the only one who is hard anymore. Well, unless he is just that fucking huge on average.
Fuck, I cannot wait to see that dick free of those jeans. Everything is headed in that direction, or so it seems. Our dicks are definitely headed somewhere, his hopefully is straight into my ass.
Time to work some more Padalecki magic to guarantee that.
“I’m typically good at getting things in deep; balls shouldn’t be a problem for me. I just need some practice.”
Looks like Jensen caught the double meaning in my message as he scratched, for the first time all night. The scowl on his face was sexy as hell and just begging to be kissed away. Can’t do that yet. Not here anyways. I bet I can get him to perk up though, in lots of areas.
“Do you sometimes like to come in from the back?” I inquired, putting the cue behind me to take a shot that I knew I would never have a prayer of hitting.
Pool was no longer the game.
Jensen moved to stand next to me, close enough that I could feel his breath as he said, “The back, the front, the side. Any of them work, especially if you have the right stick and the talent.”
Kicking all caution to the curb, I left my hand run down over the front of his jeans and gave him a light squeeze while whispering, “It looks like you have both.”
And yeah, I want Jensen Ackles.
Turning around I focused on Jensen's eyes. There was no mistaking the heat of lust burning in them. He wants me too.
"Let's go someplace else. If we wait any longer, I am bound to throw you down on the table and fuck you right here." There's the aggressive side of me coming into play. I haven't met a guy yet who hasn't liked the controlling part of my personality.
"My apartment is over on the west side, about ten minutes from here, and I've got a bed that would be more comfortable than this table."
"Lead the way. I'll be right behind you."
I followed Jensen out to his car; mine was just a few spots away. His license plate said Texas. So, local boy most likely.
The ten minutes seemed like it took an hour. By the time we got out of our cars, I was about ready to explode. Jensen's jeans looked quite snug as well.
Stepping inside his apartment he gathered me to him, hands on my waist, and said, "My roommate is gone for the night so we won't have any interruptions."
"Until morning?"
"Exactly. And trust me, we are going to need all night," he said, unbuttoning my jeans and slipping his hand inside them, down to cup my dick.
His mouth crushed over mine as he squeezed and rolled me with his fingers.
Mmm...Does he taste fucking amazing. Malt beer and cinnamon. A unique but fucking exhilarating combination.
Like his hand to my cock.
Grinding my hips closer to him, I groaned, "How about we try out that bed of yours?"
(Jensen's POV)
Oh. My. God.
Jared Padalecki is in my bedroom.
I am going to have sex with Jared-I play for the fucking Los Angeles Kings- Padalecki.
Hell fucking yeah.
This is totally not the evening I expected to have. When I thought he was flirting with me, I was stunned. After my initial shock at realizing who he was and that he was truly interested in me, I decided to go for it, blatantly returning his advances while making some of my own. My body was in want of some good loving, Rob sure as hell has not been fulfilling that need lately.
Oh, and that's definitely good!
Mr. NHL is on his knees in front of me, his mouth roaming over the front of my boxer briefs which are barely
containing my painfully hard dick.
"These need to go," he huskily said, tugging on the waistband of my underwear.
I couldn't agree more.
Hands pulled on the fabric until they joined the growing pile of my clothes next to us; shirt, jeans, socks already in there.
Holy fuck. I'm standing in front of Jared Tristan Padalecki and I am naked.
Geez, Jensen. You don't have to refer to him by his full name. Would you like him to be calling you Jensen Ross Ackles? No. Didn't think so.
"Suck my dick, Jared." There you go, that's better; simple with the name and right to the point with the wanted action.
Seems like I am not the only one getting to the point. The head of my cock was getting some nice attention now courtesy of Jared's tongue.
Okay, he definitely knows what he is doing. Fuck me this is fucking infuckingcredible. I haven't gotten head this good in...well...never. Whoever is the regular recipient of his mouth is a fucking lucky bastard.
Throwing my head back I moaned loudly as he took me all the way down his throat. He tightened his muscles around me as he let me slowly slip back out and then immediately swallow me up again.
"Fuck, Jared...that's so...oh, yeah." My hands wrapped themselves into his soft brown hair, knees becoming Jell-O.
Not only was my dick getting some prime attention, but my balls were not being left out either. If he wasn't rolling them in his hand, he was sucking on them. No one has ever paid that much attention to my nuts. I fucking love it.
Much like I love being fucked, which his finger is now doing to my ass.
Okay, totally not going to last long now.
It was becoming harder to keep my hips from moving, but Jared didn’t seem to care and he let me jerk away until I felt the fire burst forth from my groin and shoot my liquid down his throat.
He lapped me clean and then looked up at me smiling.
Bringing him to his feet, he lowered his head so our mouths met, allowing me to taste myself all over him. The combination was unbelievably arousing. I was going to be hard again in no time.
First though, Jared needs some attention, as well as some clothing removal. After a few longer, explorative kisses though.
The height difference was not a problem for me; I was used to being with someone taller than my 6’1” frame. I’m guessing Jared is about two inches taller than Rob though, I like how we fit together, especially so far and I am banking on the fact it is only going to get better.
My hands slipped inside his button down to caress his skin, fingers sliding over well defined abs. There is nothing like a hockey player’s body. Hard and smooth.
Kneeling down, I worked on getting each button undone, all the while kissing my way up his chest until I came to the base of his neck, where I latched on eliciting a throaty groan from him. A few more of those moans came as I shifted focus to each one of his tiny, hard nipples.
Quick subtraction of his shirt had me pushing him down on my bed, my body following and easing on top of his. Our hips ground together, his dick aching for release, mine being propelled back into arousal by the feel of his jeans rubbing against me.
His turn first though. Hey, what can I say, I like to share. Orgasms for everyone!
The jeans that clung to him like glue were hastily shed along with his socks and I paused before I went to cover him again. I so didn’t have him pegged as a boxer’s man, but damn does he look simply edible in them.
He looks even better without them.
Fuck me. How did I get so lucky? Not only is he fucking hot, but god does he have the right amount of equipment in all of the proper areas.
This is going to be fucking fun!
Lowering myself down our bodies finally came in skin to skin contact. We were both on fire, but his touch was not at all scalding to me. And like I suspected, we fit together just fine, meeting in all of the appropriate places. Eyes. Mouths. Chests. Groins.
I started inching my way south, headed for the goal of his cock in my mouth, but he stopped me by raising himself up on his elbows, and staring straight into my eyes while growling, “Fuck me, Jensen. That’s what I want right now. Your dick buried deep in my ass. Think you can oblige?”
Oh, I know without a doubt that I can make that happen.
Rolling off of him, I moved so that I could grab a condom and some lube from my bedside table. This may be Jared Padalecki but I am still not about taking chances. Knowing my luck his last bed partner could have been Sean Avery and I just shudder at the thought of that.
Jared took the condom packet from my hand, tore it open with his teeth and stroked me a few times before covering me up. He then grabbed the lube from me, dropped a glob on his palm, and slicked up my dick, before lying back on the bed and spreading his legs wide.
I went to pour some more lube on my fingers to prepare him, however he halted me once more with another snarl, “I am as ready as I need to be, Jensen. Just fuck me. Now.”
Dominant Jared. I kind of like this. Rob always wanted to go for the same routine every night, never willing to spice things up. It got dull rather fast. Jared seems far from boring though.
This is going to fucking rock!
Positioning myself in-between his thighs, I guided my cock passed his opening and slowly started to ease my way into him. Apparently my lack of pace was not what he wanted as he wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me all the way in.
“Oh fuck!” I hissed as his muscles clamped down around my hard shaft. I laid there for a few moments just relishing in the feel of being held by his tight body, before I drew out and lodged myself back inside.
“That’s it, Jensen. Hard and fast.”
If that’s how he wanted to play, I had no problem fulfilling that desire.
Quick pumps of my hips had him writhing beneath me, his own hips trying to keep pace. Jared’s cock was like steel, pressed to his stomach, his hand stroking himself off.
We were both none to quiet, I never was normally and it was nice to know he was a fellow screamer.
Just got to get him to yell one more thing…so close.
In a frenzied state our bodies continued to meet until his hands shot out next to him, gripping fistfuls of sheet as he domed up to me and let forth a stream of cum that coated his chest.
“Fuck, Jensen…fuck!” He shouted as spasms continued to rock his frame, making my dick feel like it was in a vice.
A few more thrusts and I would be…
"Oh god, Padalecki, this is…fuck, Jared!" I screamed, tossing my head and arching my back, jamming my cock deep into him as I felt my hot release come spurting out.
After a couple finishing drives, I pulled out, removed my condom, and then laid my body back on top of him, his release fused between us.
I went to seal our completed union with a kiss, but the look on his face made me pause. He appeared to be a little upset. Now I know I am not the most experienced lover in the world, but I've never had any type of complaint before. And I thought what we just did kicked some major ass. I had never felt so free and passionate before.
"How long have you known who I am?"
Shit. I said his last name. Way to fucking go, Jensen.
Flushing, I slid off and sat on my knees next to him.
"I knew you looked familiar when I first saw you at the bar. When you told me your first name, my suspicions were confirmed."
Jared sat up and turned away from me, presenting me with his back, legs slung over the edge of my bed.
Reaching out, I put my hand on his shoulder and softly said, "Your secret is safe with me, I understand having to hide."
Green eyes full of fury turned around and his voice snapped, "Well, you're not a professional hockey player. I'm Jared Padalecki, star rookie right wing for the Los Angeles Kings."
His words were like an icy spike to my chest. I of course didn't expect him to recognize me, but deep inside I hoped that because he knew I was a fellow player that that was why he picked me.
"I'm also a professional hockey player. I'm Jensen Ackles, second year defenseman for the San Antonio Rampage."
(Jared's POV)
Okay, now I feel like a complete asshole. No wonder I was drawn to him, he's a comrade. Definitely explains the phenomenal body.
When he made his player statement, Jensen was getting out of bed, putting on a pair of boxer briefs and then moving to stand next to his window.
I was now the one staring at the back of the man who just made love to me. The things we did together made me feel better than I have for months. Having sex with Chad had become so lackluster and habitual; I was there simply to get him off, to be a warm presence in his bed.
Jensen brought out a side of me that had been dormant for quite a while. I liked that, I wanted to experience more of it.
We hockey players are a strange bunch, full of so much emotion that sometimes doesn't show until we are the most vulnerable. I'd hurt, Jensen and...
No matter what I did from this moment on, I needed to make this right for him. First and foremost, he didn't deserve the lashing I just pitched out.
"I'm sorry." It was a start.
"You don't need to apologize; I should have told you that I knew who you were when I realized it. Let you decide then whether or not you wanted to go through with this."
"Come back to bed, Jensen." This is your bed after all, if anyone should be forced out of it, it should be me.
Turning around, he slowly returned to my side. He wouldn't look at me however.
"Would you like me to go?" I hope not, I'd like to stay and get to know you and your body a lot more.
His head raised and he uttered, "It's up to you, you have more at stake than I do. I meant what I said though; your secret is safe with me."
Leaning in, I kissed his full lips, once again relishing at the simple taste of this man. In the short time I have known him, I fully trusted him to keep his word. He knew the stakes as well as I did.
"I'd like to stay and take you up on that offer of a full night, if it's still there."
Jensen flashed me the smile that started it all and I had my answer.
Within moments, I was pushing him on his back, wondering just what it was going to feel like to be sheathed in that gorgeous, firm ass of Jensen Ackles.