If you lead, I might follow, J2, AU, 11/19
Gorgeous header by the lovely smiledrawinglie
Title: If you lead, I might follow
Written by: ellydee27
Fandom/Pairing: CW RPS/J2. AU. Jared/Jensen, Mike/Jeffrey. Other characters: Tom, Chris and more
Rating: This chapter, story as a whole: NC17
Word count: ~3650/54,850
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything and I don’t mean any harm. Just having fun.
Beta: The oh,so hard-working jolinarmalkshur -you’re a hero for taking this on! Any remaining errors are mine.
Warnings: Homophobic parents, mentions of past abusive relationship (briefly).
Summary: Jared Padalecki, 19, dance student, recently moved from Texas to New York with his upperclass family. Struggling with the expectations from his family as well as with certain dance moves, he takes a Hip Hop class where he meets Jensen, 23, a stripper with all the confidence in the world. A not-so-classic tale of two worlds colliding, where Jared’s the shy one, Jensen has the coolest friends in the world and neither of them know what they’re doing.
A/N: This story is pretty much finished, so I promise there won’t be too long to wait between chapters. Hope you enjoy, and please take two seconds to leave me a comment!
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Previous chapters:
"Chapter one"~~"Chapter two"~~"Chapter three"~~"Chapter four"~~"Chapter five"~~"Chapter six"~~ "Chapter seven"~~"Chapter eight"~~ "Chapter nine"~~ "Chapter ten"
Jared
“Hey, boyfriend,” Jensen’s voice calls happily on the other end, making Jared chuckle.
“You’re really sticking with that nick name, huh?”
“What would you prefer? Honey, sweetie, sugar?” Jared can picture Jensen’s expression now, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I know: snookums?”
Jared shakes his head into his phone. “No, ’boyfriend’’s good.”
“Thought so. So, whatcha doing?”
“Nothing. Last class of the day got cancelled, so I’m on my way home.” Jared’s standing outside his school, pacing back and forth a he talks.
“Uhuh. So basically, you’re not expected home for another two hours?”
“Yeah, I guess?” His voice comes out a question. “What are you suggesting?”
“That you come over, of course, slow much?” Jensen teases. “Use some of that money of yours and spring for a cab.”
“You got time, then?” Jared says, taking out his wallet to make sure he actually has the cash he needs.
“For you, honey bun? Of course. Do you want something to eat when you get here?”
“Nah, I pretty much just had lunch. Alright then, I’m coming.”
“Already? Wow, I‘m getting good at this phone sex-thing.” Jensen sniggers.
Jared groans in response at the obvious joke. “You are way too one-track minded, man. Seriously.”
“Whatever, Jay, you knew that about me. See you soon.” Jared opens his mouth to reply, but the line’s already dead.
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Jensen
There’s a quiet knock on the door when Jared arrives, reminding Jensen again of the timid boy he met just under two months ago. The shyness hasn’t disappeared entirely, but he’s definitely come out of his shell, especially when it’s just the two of them, or with the other guys.
His attraction to Jared has been strong from day one, but the feelings had grown to a level he never could have imagined now that he’s gotten to know him better. Jared’s funny, smart, flirtatious, has all sorts of great qualities Jensen couldn’t even have dreamed of in a boy with his background. How much they have in common, how relaxed they are together, is another surprise. It’s starting to take a big effort pushing away the thoughts of self-doubt, the thoughts that he’s not good enough for a boy who’s got everything going for him. Thankfully, thoughts like that are only for when he’s alone, they always vanish when Jared’s around. Even with his uncertainties, he can’t doubt that Jared feels the same way. Looking into hazel eyes he knows that Jared wants him too.
“It’s open!” He shouts, getting up from the couch as he does.
He meets Jared in the hallway, grinning at the sight of him, dressed in work-out clothes and a thick coat.
“Hey, boyfriend.” He grins, keeping his distance as Jared loses the outer garment.
“Hey, what are you lookin’ at?” Jared asks from under his bangs, putting his bag on the floor.
“What? No term of endearment for me? If you don’t watch it, I’m gonna get better at this relationship-thing than you.” Jensen takes the edge off his words by grabbing Jared’s cold hands, cradling them in his own as he pulls him in for a kiss.
“I think you already are. And I can’t really think of one that fits you.”
“You mean you’ve been thinking about it?” Jensen pulls back, and Jared follows him into the kitchen, where he retrieves two coke-cans from the fridge.
“I have.” Jared says seriously, with a faint blush on his high cheek bones. “But you can’t really be called any of that mushy stuff, and I can’t call you babe since you’re older than me, and now you’ve taken boyfriend, which is actually a good one…I just don’t know. Do you have a suggestion or something?”
“Nope. You do know I was just kidding, right? I don’t care, I like how you say my name.” Moveing into the living room, he flops down on the couch and gestures for Jared to take a seat too. Jared lays down on his back, head in Jensen’s lap, enjoying the chance to stretch his back.
“Although…I guess “sexy” could work.” Jensen says, seemingly still pondering the subject.
Jared lets out a short laugh. “It could, but I’d sound stupid saying it.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jensen sighs heavily. “Silly me, getting such a young, innocent boyfriend.”
“Shut up, you know you love me.”
Jared’s eyes instantly widen at his own statement, obviously not intending to use the L-word.
Jensen watches as Jared flushes deeply, and then starting to stutter, without any words coming out.
“Relax, Jay, I don‘t….”
“No, I don’t think you do, it just…” Jared’s still stuttering, struggling to get up from his position in the other man’s lap. Jensen pushes him down again, a firm hand on his chest making him stay in place.
“Shut up for a minute. I’m not saying I don’t…or that I do, I mean, how am I even supposed to know? I know you were just saying it as an expression, and let’s just not…freak out, okay?”
Jared’s still not facing him, avoiding eye contact completely.
“Jay? Come on, talk to me.” Jensen puts a hand on Jared’s cheek, turning his head, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Yeah, well, that’s nothing new, right? We don’t know what we’re doing here, that’s our thing, isn’t it?” Jensen keeps his tone light, feeling accomplished when Jared finally gives a small smile.
“That’s our thing.” The dimples come out, making Jensen exhale heavily, relieved that the crisis is over for now.
“Know what else is our thing?” Jensen asks then, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I don’t know, but your thing is making everything about sex.” Jared bites his tongue, grinning at his own joke.
Jensen responds with tickling his boyfriend, catching him by surprise and making him fall on the floor, wiggling to get away. Jensen takes advantage of having the upper hand, and straddles Jared mere seconds later, holding both his arms down with his knees and bodyweight.
“Are you making fun of me, boyfriend?”
Jared tries to put on a face of pure innocence, but fails miserably as he can’t stop giggling. Jensen tickles him half-heartedly, but joins in on the laughing pretty quickly. Instead of tickling, he starts stroking Jared’s chest, memorizing the landscape of firm muscle. The mood swiftly changes, heat between them like a physical force, drawing them closer until their lips meet. Jensen’s on top, the natural dominant between the two of them, taking charge of the kiss. Jared is making lust- filled sounds, adding to Jensen’s own desire. It isn’t long before they’re both rock hard, Jensen’s expert grinding creating friction that has them desperate for more, for release.
Jensen’s hand slides down Jared’s lean body, cupping his erection through soft sweats. Jared gasps at the touch, a surprised look on his flushed features. Jensen feels the familiar uncertainty in his gut, faced with a reminder of Jared’s innocence. He starts to pull away, but Jared’s hand comes down on his, guiding him back to his chest, asking silently for him to continue.
Jensen lets his fingers trail down Jared’s chest again, letting his hand slide underneath his shirt, lifting it up slightly and teasing his toned stomach, a caress that elicits a groan from Jared. He takes a deep breath before moving downwards, lifting the waistband of Jared’s sweats and reaching inside. Once there, Jensen grabs Jared’s erection firmly, grinning when he realizes that his boyfriend definitely is huge all over. He doesn’t waste any more time with hesitation, but starts stroking him in slow, rhythmic movements.
“This okay, boyfriend?” he asks, already knowing what the answer will be.
“Fuck, yes…more, please…” Jared lets out between gasps.
“More? What do you want? My mouth?” Jensen continues, breathily, praying that he’ll say yes.
“God, yes…if…it’s okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jensen grins as he starts pulling impatiently at Jared’s sweats. Jared takes the hint and lifts his hips, allowing Jensen to free his throbbing cock. Jensen takes a second to admire the impressive size, before he leans down to lick along the underside, causing Jared to shiver beneath him. Jensen can see pre - come already dripping from the tip, and doesn’t hesitate to lick at it, groaning at the taste of his boyfriend’s arousal.
He can’t hold back any longer, can’t suppress the hunger he feels, and he opens his mouth, swallowing down as much as he can. Jared’s body freezes underneath him, trying to remain in control, or maybe just overpowered by the new sensation. As Jensen moves his tongue skillfully, Jared starts letting out breathy sounds, incoherent words and soft curses crossing his lips.
Jensen smiles to himself, grinning around the shaft as he listens to the voice that always fills him with a warm, giddy feeling. Right now, listening to Jared’s voice, “Yes, Jensen, so good, fuck, Jensen, mine, yours,” he doesn’t just feel warm; he feels scorching hot, skin itching with the need for more, to find release. It’s a new sensation, feeling so desperate, so out of control. It’s overwhelming, and Jensen shuts his eyes to try to regain control, focusing again on Jared’s pleasure.
Jensen can tell Jared’s close, and he supports himself on one hand, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans, wanting to reach his climax at the same time. It’s an awkward position, but it doesn’t last long, as Jared starts shaking, his orgasm hitting him as a tidal wave. Jared’s tossing his head from side to side, yelling Jensen’s name and then he’s filling his boyfriend’s mouth with his come. Jensen swallows it all down, almost choking on it as his own climax takes him by surprise.
Jensen watches as his boyfriend recovers, trying to catch his breath. Flushed cheeks and a light sheen of sweat makes him look positively ethereal in Jensen‘s eyes. Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Jensen realizes he might have said that out loud when Jared opens his eyes and looks at him, questioningly.
“What…?” He asks, voice barely a whisper.
“I said you’re beautiful.” Jensen figures there’s really no reason why Jared shouldn’t hear that.
Jared smiles then, dimples making him seem so innocent and young that Jensen’s heart aches a little.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful, Jensen.” He says, still smiling.
“Yeah, right.” Jensen returns the grin, shaking his head slightly before leaning down to kiss the tempting dimples, tasting the salty taste of sweaty, soft skin.
Jared turns his head, capturing Jensen’s lips in a kiss. Jensen still has his eyes open, chuckling into the kiss as he sees Jared frowning at the unfamiliar taste of his own come. He doesn’t pull back though, and Jensen happily deepens the kiss, moaning at the blend of tastes.
Jared stops the kissing suddenly, pushing at Jensen. “Oh, fuck, Jense, I’m so sorry, do you need…should I?”
Jensen chuckles again in response, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s concern. “Don’t worry, I took care of it.”
Jared frowns, a look of guilt and confusion on his features. “What? How? Don‘t you need..?”
Shaking his head, Jensen plants a kiss on Jared’s soft lips. “I’m good, Jay, really. You don’t know this yet, but blowing your boyfriend can be pretty hot.”
“Really?” Jared looks hopeful.
“Really. And I need to change.” Jensen gets up, pulls up his boyfriend’s sweats and reaches out a hand to help him up from the floor.
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Jared
Jared flops down on the couch, feeling spent, relaxed and agitated at once. His skin is still tingling from the intense orgasm he just had, and his mind is filled with thoughts of what just happened. Jared can feel himself almost hardening again as he relives the experience, thinks about the sensation of the hot, skilled mouth enveloping him. He’s just started fantasizing about a next time when he hears Jensen returning.
Jensen’s wearing a different pair of jeans when he comes back, flopping down next to his boyfriend. Jared knows he’s blushing, feeling a bit self conscious about the whole situation now that they’ve calmed down.
“Penny for them?”
Jared shakes his head at himself, at his instantaneous reaction to Jensen’s voice. He’s trying to control his desire, but feeling like something in him has been awakened, something he’s never learned how to control. Passion is the word that comes to mind, together with need. He needs Jensen, needs him with an intensity that’s so different from anything he’s felt before.
“I don’t know, honestly, what I’m thinking.”
“Regrets?” The word comes out so carefully, hesitantly.
“No, definitely not. I’m just…I don’t know. It was just so good… You are so good. I just want to do it again, like now, but I want you to feel good, too, you know?”
“But…I did, Jay, really.” Jensen protests. “And I’m not gonna push you to do something you’re not ready for, just take your time.”
“But I don’t know how, and you’re being too nice about this. I mean, I’m just a mess, but you just know what to do and say all the time.” Jared sighs heavily.
“That’s because I’m older and wiser.” Jensen sniggers.
Jared scowls at him. “I’m baring my soul here, and that’s all you got? And then you laugh at me?”
The reply is a shrug and more barely restrained laughter.
“It’s not funny.” Jared pouts, triggering a real laugh from the older man.
“It’s a little funny, come on.” Jensen lets out between his bouts of laughter.
Jared tries to keep from laughing, which leads to him making a frowning grimace, while at the same time showing off his dimples.
“Okay then, at least now you know I don’t always say or do the right thing.” Jensen concludes, still chuckling to himself.
“Yeah, thanks for that man.” Jared snorts, rolling his eyes at Jensen’s smile, watching as the smile fades.
“You know I don’t mean to laugh at you, right? You’re just so… teenage angsty sometimes, it’s cute.”
“Cute?” Jared knows he’s still pouting, and not really helping his case, but cute? He doesn’t want to be cute, he wants to be…like Jensen. Confident, handsome, cool, sexy.
“Alright, I’m sorry, I see where I went wrong here.” Jensen moves, sitting up on his knees and crawling over to straddle Jared.
“What I meant to say is that you’re amazing.” Jensen leans down, placing kisses on Jared’s neck and collarbone as he speaks. “You’re beautiful, handsome, have the most amazing dimples I’ve ever seen, you’re a natural tease…and your body is so sexy, too hot for words, and your cock is just magnificent, perfect…it felt so right in my mouth, tasted so good...do you realize how much I wanted to do that, Jared? How good it felt, having you in my power like that?”
Jared’s gasping, shaking his head, not able to respond, too turned on by Jensen’s words and his lips on burning skin.
“How much I loved hearing your words, hearing you gasp my name over and over…do you even know what you said, Jay?” Jensen asks as he slides off the couch, places his knees on the floor as he lifts Jared’s t-shirt, continuing his exploration of Jared’s body.
“You called me yours, Jared, and you called yourself mine… and you mean that, don‘t you, Jay?” Jensen looks up at him, waiting for an affirmative nod before he continues.
“Cause I’m not letting you go. Now that I’ve tasted you, seen you come, felt your body contract underneath me…I want you more than ever. I’ve never felt anything like this Jared, and I’m not letting you go. You understand me?” Jensen pauses at Jared’s raised nipples, biting gently and then licking soothingly across the mark he leaves behind.
“Yeah,” Jared lets out, “Don’t want you to either, always…yours.” He gasps, as he feels Jensen’s hand reaching into his sweats and start stroking his erection. The pressure’s perfect, and with the rough, quick pace, Jared feels his second orgasm in a half hour approaching rapidly. Jensen’s still teasing his nipples, and the combined sensation is too much for Jared’s inexperience.
“Fuck, Jensen, I’m gonna…” Jensen reacts quickly, pulling down Jared’s sweats and boxers, swallowing down on his length just in time to catch his release. Jared listens to the sounds Jensen makes as he drinks down every last drop, and the wet sound as he finally releases his limp cock before tucking it back in.
Jared lets his head fall back on the couch, sated and exhausted. Jensen comes up off the floor and sits down, draping himself across Jared’s lap.
“Ahh, to be nineteen again.” They both chuckle at Jensen‘s mock-wistful tone. “You okay?” Jensen asks softly, hint of a smile in his voice.
“I’m so much more than okay, and you know it.”
“Good. And FYI, I’m really good at that. So you don’t have to go around looking for someone better.”
“Ha-ha. Don’t worry, I trust your expertise.” Jared’s still leaning back, offering up his throat to Jensen, who takes the opportunity to lick and kiss at the still damp skin.
“Uh-oh.” Jensen says, causing Jared to jerk his head back up, frowning.
“What’s wrong?”
“I accidentally gave you a hickey. I’m sorry.”
“A hickey?” Jared keeps frowning, not understanding in his dazed state what the problem is.
“Yeah, on your neck, like, someone could see it, you might have to think of an explanation for that.”
“Crap.” Jared sighs, rubbing his hands on his face, aggravation obvious.
“I said I’m sorry, okay?” Jensen gets up quickly, running a hand through his short hair, the picture of frustration.
Jared gets up too, trusts his first instinct and wraps his arms around the shorter man from behind. Jensen stiffens at first, but he doesn’t try to get away, so Jared leans down to kiss his neck.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Jensen. I mean that it’s crap that I have to hide it, not that you made it. I love that you’re that passionate about me. Hear me?”
Jensen relaxes immediately, becoming mellow and pliable in his arms. Jared enjoys the feeling of holding his boyfriend, being the one who’s comforting, instead of the other way around, like it normally is. The fact that Jensen accepts it, accepts him, gives him a heady rush; makes him feel more powerful than ever before.
“I wish I could show it off, tell anyone who asks that my boyfriend made it, fuck, I wish I had a picture of you so I could show them how gorgeous you are.” Jensen’s leaning into him now, head resting on his shoulder.
“Please continue.”
Jared chuckles into Jensen’s smooth skin.
“And you’re funny, confident, cocky in a good way,” Jensen snorts at this, “you make me crazy when you dance, and not just when you’re taking your clothes off…and you almost always know what to say to make me feel better,” Jensen is chuckling for real now, shoulders shaking against Jared’s. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve made it impossible for me to ever want anyone else.”
Jensen turns around then, still wrapped in Jared’s long arms. He smiles sweetly before leaning in to kiss his boyfriend; an innocent, soft touch of lips.
“I like this talkative side of you, you know.”
“That’s just ‘cause I’m saying all these nice things about you, and you’re a sucker for compliments.” Jared’s lips curl into a smile, still close enough for his words to be felt as hot puffs of air against Jensen’s.
“Well, yeah.” Jensen grins, pushing back slightly. “But I also like that you’re not so shy anymore.”
“I like that too.” Jared smiles back before it falters and he looks around the room. “What time is it? I probably have to go soon.”
Jensen checks his watch and sighs. “I guess you do. When will I see you again?”
“Hmmm…I think it’ll be in dance class, but it’s only two days away, right? We can do it.”
“Of course we can. But if your class gets cancelled tomorrow too I expect you to come over again.” Jensen says in a strict voice.
“Okay, boss.” Jared salutes him as he turns to head for the hall.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind that as my pet name.” Jensen calls after him.
“Sure, boss.” The younger man zips up his jacket as Jensen reaches him, and he wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace.
“I’ll miss you.” Jared says softly against the curve of Jensen’s ear.
“I know.” Jensen replies. “But we have to lay off this mushy stuff soon, it’s getting out of hand.”
“My bad, I won’t do it again. Boss.” Jared smiles as he steps back, and reaches for the door handle.
“Alright, see you Thursday then, boyfriend. And I‘ll call you tonight?”
“Yup, see ya. Have fun at work. But not too much.” Jared tries his best to look stern.
“Don’t worry,” Jensen winks, “I’ll save the real fun for you.”
Jared takes a look at the stick figures on the door sign and smiles to himself as he jogs down the stairs.
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