Filled: Treehouses are for lovers (1/2) Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Don't own. All errors are mine. Possibly whiskey induced.
The sound of Jensen’s best friend calls out to him “Last one in the tree house is a girl” as he huffs a few paces behind. He looks up to the tree house where Jared is already scaling the rickety ladder gazing fondly on the two backward painted J’s on either side of the hole serving as a door from when they were first learning to spell.
Jensen pulls himself up the last few rungs and onto the floorboard that now creaks under the weight of two teenage boys. He looks down and finds Jared smirking up at him, newly formed muscles relaxed as if he hadn’t sprinted the last quarter of a mile.
“You lost,” said Jared opening up his smirk to a full on grin. “And that means you’re the girl, Jen.”
“Seriously, not all of us have fucking Padelecki giraffe genes, dumbass” Jensen retorts. “Anyways, you’re just jealous that the hot girls like me better.”
There was an honest-to-god-pinky-swear tally on the side of how many girls had let them touch their boobs. And they both knew that Jensen was winning by two. Which of course meant that Jensen had touched four more glorious breasts than his sweet talking, hazel-eyed, long haired best friend.
Who he was currently staring at. While hard.
Of course he’d been hard around Jared before; it’s just that he could just usually cover it up with a book or a videogame controller. There was even that one time where Jensen strategically placed himself behind Jared’s family dog. He sent up a quick prayer to Steve McQueen, but alas, there was no great escape forthcoming. All six inches of his cock, which he had, in fact, measured when he got up in the morning, were staring at his best friend. And then the freaking traitor twitched.
Jensen took a step back. “Hey dude, look, I’m really, really, sorry. I mean, I just starting thinking about girls, and boobs, and then your hair, and fuck.” Jensen so did not know how to do this. His brain definitely did not have enough oxygen rich blood to form coherent sentences, much less apologize for the boner he still had.
He ventured a half look at Jared as he edged backwards slowly, holding his hands up, a distinct mockery of its intended purpose. His dick seemed to have no intension of surrendering.
“Hey, wait a sec,” Jared seemed to barely get out of his mouth. Jensen had never heard Jared’s voice quite that low before, and upon closer examination in seemed that he had shifted in a way that Jensen knew from firsthand experience alleviated the pain associated with erection. The pressure from incoming blood could go up a few hundred millimeters of mercury in a few seconds, and oh god, he must have said that out loud because Jared was looking at him like he had just declared he was Einstein.
“Jeez, Jen, you’re such a freak sometimes.” Jared snorted. “Seriously though, don’t leave just ‘cause you have one. I mean, I have one too right now, and you know my brother said that sometimes his guy friends touch each other’s. Like after football games and whatnot. Relives stress, team building, whatever. Anyways, want to give it a try? Practice for when we’re both playing varsity in a year or two?” Jared rushed through the last bit a little, and rubbed the back of his neck while looking up at Jensen from underneath shaggy brown bangs.
“Yeah,” Jensen swallowed deeply and dropped to his knees in front of Jared. His voice came out a bit unsteady, so he coughed and tried again.
“So, uh, how do we do this? I mean, do we kiss, or just, uhm, go for it?”
Filled: Treehouses are for Lovers (2/2) Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Don't own. All errors are mine. Possibly Whiskey induced.
Whatever Jensen was expecting was not Jared leaning forward to press his mouth to Jensen’s full lips, poking him along the way with his slightly over pointed nose. Jared said it gave him character. Jensen imagined it to be the favorite ski vacation for fairies who liked moguls.
They licked at each other slowly at first, enjoying the feel of each taste bud on their tongues. His best friend tasted like a mixture of salt, gummy bears, and a hint of something Jensen couldn’t place but suspected was unique to Jared. It was strangely addicting, and in the past two minutes he decided he might not want to make out with anyone besides Jared again. Jared worked his tongue deeper into Jensen’s mouth until the oxygen coming through his nose wasn’t enough and he had to push at Jared’s chest in order to fill his lungs with fresh air.
Jared didn’t let him have much of a break before he shoved Jensen on his back, slotting himself between Jensen’s now splayed thighs. Jensen could feel the outline of Jared’s dick as it rubbed against his own through four layers of soft clothing. Jensen couldn’t even process how good it might feel without clothes on because his best friend was rutting his dick against him, and all he could think was “hump faster-feel amazing.”
Jensen pulled himself up from his back onto his elbows and Jared met him halfway for another kiss. This one was not relaxed and exploring. It was Jared’s teeth and his face all up in Jensen’s space, needing to be as deep inside Jensen as possible. Or perhaps not really possible, judging at how close Jared was to cutting of his air supply with only his tongue. Jensen thrust up a few more times, and then arched his back, and fell back on the wooden boards with an ominous creak. Jared humped him frantically for another few seconds and then Jensen felt something wet, warm and clearly not his own seep through his shorts. Maybe basketball shorts weren’t the best after all.
He let Jared lay on top of him, savoring the feeling of his body being covered by another human being while enjoying each nerve impulse and the flood of pleasure inducing chemicals to his brain. When Jared’s breathing started to even out he pushed at Jared to signal him to get off.
“Hey. Get off Sasquatch, I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs, dude.”
Jared only managed a “hmph” but rolled off.
“Jared, you know what this means, right?” Jensen said in a slightly shy voice . “We need to build a sturdier tree house before this one collapses and we make our neighbors jealous with our hotness?” Jared mumbles out half asleep.
“No, stupid. We are going to be amazing at playing football.”
Practice for when we’re both playing varsity in a year or two?
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I absolutely love this, so pitch-perfect. I especially love how they rationalize all of it, like teenagers are wont to do, and take it all in stride. Thank you SO much, wonderful anon!! <3333
Thanks! It was my first time writing something that wasn't a literary or scientific paper, so I'm glad it worked for you! And Thank you for all the glorious SPN recaps that I stumbled upon this summer and laughed over for hours...
Wow! That makes it even better that this was so good. And you should definitely write more (I'm always nearby for a prompt or 10 *cough*). And I'm delighted that you enjoy my recaps! I'm always surprised that anyone actually manages to get them to load on their computer with all the gifs, much less reads them haha <3
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Don't own. All errors are mine. Possibly whiskey induced.
The sound of Jensen’s best friend calls out to him “Last one in the tree house is a girl” as he huffs a few paces behind. He looks up to the tree house where Jared is already scaling the rickety ladder gazing fondly on the two backward painted J’s on either side of the hole serving as a door from when they were first learning to spell.
Jensen pulls himself up the last few rungs and onto the floorboard that now creaks under the weight of two teenage boys. He looks down and finds Jared smirking up at him, newly formed muscles relaxed as if he hadn’t sprinted the last quarter of a mile.
“You lost,” said Jared opening up his smirk to a full on grin. “And that means you’re the girl, Jen.”
“Seriously, not all of us have fucking Padelecki giraffe genes, dumbass” Jensen retorts. “Anyways, you’re just jealous that the hot girls like me better.”
There was an honest-to-god-pinky-swear tally on the side of how many girls had let them touch their boobs. And they both knew that Jensen was winning by two. Which of course meant that Jensen had touched four more glorious breasts than his sweet talking, hazel-eyed, long haired best friend.
Who he was currently staring at. While hard.
Of course he’d been hard around Jared before; it’s just that he could just usually cover it up with a book or a videogame controller. There was even that one time where Jensen strategically placed himself behind Jared’s family dog. He sent up a quick prayer to Steve McQueen, but alas, there was no great escape forthcoming. All six inches of his cock, which he had, in fact, measured when he got up in the morning, were staring at his best friend. And then the freaking traitor twitched.
Jensen took a step back. “Hey dude, look, I’m really, really, sorry. I mean, I just starting thinking about girls, and boobs, and then your hair, and fuck.” Jensen so did not know how to do this. His brain definitely did not have enough oxygen rich blood to form coherent sentences, much less apologize for the boner he still had.
He ventured a half look at Jared as he edged backwards slowly, holding his hands up, a distinct mockery of its intended purpose. His dick seemed to have no intension of surrendering.
“Hey, wait a sec,” Jared seemed to barely get out of his mouth. Jensen had never heard Jared’s voice quite that low before, and upon closer examination in seemed that he had shifted in a way that Jensen knew from firsthand experience alleviated the pain associated with erection. The pressure from incoming blood could go up a few hundred millimeters of mercury in a few seconds, and oh god, he must have said that out loud because Jared was looking at him like he had just declared he was Einstein.
“Jeez, Jen, you’re such a freak sometimes.” Jared snorted. “Seriously though, don’t leave just ‘cause you have one. I mean, I have one too right now, and you know my brother said that sometimes his guy friends touch each other’s. Like after football games and whatnot. Relives stress, team building, whatever. Anyways, want to give it a try? Practice for when we’re both playing varsity in a year or two?” Jared rushed through the last bit a little, and rubbed the back of his neck while looking up at Jensen from underneath shaggy brown bangs.
“Yeah,” Jensen swallowed deeply and dropped to his knees in front of Jared. His voice came out a bit unsteady, so he coughed and tried again.
“So, uh, how do we do this? I mean, do we kiss, or just, uhm, go for it?”
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Don't own. All errors are mine. Possibly Whiskey induced.
Whatever Jensen was expecting was not Jared leaning forward to press his mouth to Jensen’s full lips, poking him along the way with his slightly over pointed nose. Jared said it gave him character. Jensen imagined it to be the favorite ski vacation for fairies who liked moguls.
They licked at each other slowly at first, enjoying the feel of each taste bud on their tongues. His best friend tasted like a mixture of salt, gummy bears, and a hint of something Jensen couldn’t place but suspected was unique to Jared. It was strangely addicting, and in the past two minutes he decided he might not want to make out with anyone besides Jared again. Jared worked his tongue deeper into Jensen’s mouth until the oxygen coming through his nose wasn’t enough and he had to push at Jared’s chest in order to fill his lungs with fresh air.
Jared didn’t let him have much of a break before he shoved Jensen on his back, slotting himself between Jensen’s now splayed thighs. Jensen could feel the outline of Jared’s dick as it rubbed against his own through four layers of soft clothing. Jensen couldn’t even process how good it might feel without clothes on because his best friend was rutting his dick against him, and all he could think was “hump faster-feel amazing.”
Jensen pulled himself up from his back onto his elbows and Jared met him halfway for another kiss. This one was not relaxed and exploring. It was Jared’s teeth and his face all up in Jensen’s space, needing to be as deep inside Jensen as possible. Or perhaps not really possible, judging at how close Jared was to cutting of his air supply with only his tongue.
Jensen thrust up a few more times, and then arched his back, and fell back on the wooden boards with an ominous creak. Jared humped him frantically for another few seconds and then Jensen felt something wet, warm and clearly not his own seep through his shorts. Maybe basketball shorts weren’t the best after all.
He let Jared lay on top of him, savoring the feeling of his body being covered by another human being while enjoying each nerve impulse and the flood of pleasure inducing chemicals to his brain. When Jared’s breathing started to even out he pushed at Jared to signal him to get off.
“Hey. Get off Sasquatch, I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs, dude.”
Jared only managed a “hmph” but rolled off.
“Jared, you know what this means, right?” Jensen said in a slightly shy voice
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“We need to build a sturdier tree house before this one collapses and we make our neighbors jealous with our hotness?” Jared mumbles out half asleep.
“No, stupid. We are going to be amazing at playing football.”
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I absolutely love this, so pitch-perfect. I especially love how they rationalize all of it, like teenagers are wont to do, and take it all in stride. Thank you SO much, wonderful anon!! <3333
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