Eyes on the Prize (PART 2)
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Contrary to popular belief - and by that he means himself and his growing guilt - Jared’s honestly not a complete disorganized mess. He’s actually the most organized of the three Padalecki kids, and is the one constantly cleaning his and Chad’s room. That’s the reason he went to do laundry earlier that day in the first place. He wanted to have clean jeans and shirts for the new week along with clean underwear and blankets after a good jerk-off session. The only problem is his constant bad luck with this topic.
Jared smiles to a couple guys who walk past him on the stairs and say hi to him, holding his breath for a moment.
“This is all Jensen’s fault.” he mutters to himself, gripping the laundry basket so hard his knuckles start to turn white, pressing the basket against his chest. It’s full of clean clothes but nobody needs to know that. Nobody needs to know the Yak is about him.
Nobody needs to know what he’s about to do.
And it is all Jensen’s fault.
He held the door open for Jared that morning when he was coming back from the library carrying books. Jared felt a little lame then, already awake and going to study to the library on a Sunday morning - which meant he was at no parties during Saturday night or at least doing something interesting enough to make him tired the next day - and not being athletic enough to at least look capable of holding four books without Jensen asking him if he needed help since they looked ‘really heavy for Jared’.
Jensen didn’t need to know that Jared had very low social life and didn’t have the strength to carry his own stuff.
“It’s all good.” Jared had muttered, trying to hold the door himself and look away. Jensen was coming back from jogging, hair wet and shirt molded to his chest after he poured half a bottle of water on himself. Not that Jared was creepily watching or anything, Jensen just did it twenty steps in front of him; what was he supposed to do, close his eyes?
Jared could hear the buzz coming from Jensen’s ear buds but it wasn’t loud enough to let him guess the last song Jensen was jogging to. He also looked flushed and slightly out of breath.
And Jared’s brain started working on that too fast for him to stop it. Jensen flushing. Jensen out of breath. Jensen sweating and panting.
Jensen on top of him with Jared’s legs on his shoulders.
That kicked him back in motion, thanking Jensen through his teeth and walking away as he tried to escape as soon as possible. He heard Jensen ask loudly if Jared was sure he didn’t need help with those books and Jared almost yelled that he was ‘just fine, but thank you for offering!’, feeling the always inconvenient boner twitching in his boxers.
He walked back in his and Chad’s little pseudo-apartment and locked himself in his room, lying on his perfectly made bed as he looked for the vibrator in the bedside table.
And now here he is.
Looking for the sneaky bastard who seemed so helpful that morning.
“Please be empty, please be empty, please be empty.” Jared whispers, walking deliberately slow towards the laundry room on the first floor. It was small and smelled like someone had been trying to clean an old rug for too long, the scent of cheap soap only students would buy making Jared’s head hurt sometimes. He should be less than hopeful. It was Sunday afternoon and they weren’t close to finals yet, perfect occasion for everybody to wash their clothes.
Or maybe not.
Jared’s luck is probably changing since the laundry room is completely empty and none of the machines are working, which means nobody had been around leaving clothes washing to pick up later.
He lets out a relieved sigh, looking at the scrapped old roof and thanking whichever deity decided to take a little bit of pity on him, before dropping the basket full of blankets and shirts to pretty much run to the third washing machine on the right side.
His vibrator is right there, forgotten at the end of the washing machine along with an old sock that also belongs to him, looking completely out of place and also a little ridiculous just there in a public laundry room. Jared’s this close of grabbing it and kissing it before pressing it against his chest, but that might be an overkill, so he grabs it along with his sock and puts it under one of his shirts in the laundry basket.
Jared doesn’t know if it still works, but the idea of having it back and nobody noticing he’s the guy who forgot his vibrator is a start, so he allows himself a couple seconds to take a deep breath and make fun of all the horrible scenarios he had in his head that included at least ten people noticing him doing this and the entire campus knowing the story by the next day.
He’s never ever leaving his room again without being one hundred percent sure his vibrator is safely hidden in the drawer of his bedside table.
“Fuck this day, I’m not even going to do homework.” He deserves a break and also needs to check if the goddamn vibrator is still working.
Like, really try it. Jensen might float around his mind when he’s checking that. And then he can spend the rest of the day reading or playing Mario Kart with Chad. And eating his burrito. God, he still has his lunch from Taco Bell waiting for him.
Jared smiles and turns to take his laundry basket, ready to leave.
And that’s exactly when Jensen decides to walk in.
He’s in a clean white shirt, sweat and flush completely gone now, and he might or might not be carrying his own laundry basket, Jared’s too busy almost having a heart attack to pay much attention to the details.
He can hear his brain screaming bloody murder for him to run out of that laundry room like there’s no goddamn tomorrow.
From all the fucking students in his dorm. “Hey, Jared.” Jensen flashes him smile, and he has such a nice smile. Jared noticed that since the day he and Chad moved in. “Did you finish your homework? Looked like a lot of books you were carrying before.”
Jared wants to be funny. Wants to be smart and a little sarcastic but not enough for it to be rude. He wanted to be charming and make Jensen laugh.
He also wants to not be standing five steps away from Jensen while he carries with him the vibrator he uses when he imagines Jensen fucking him.
“Those weren’t for homework. N-Not all of them. Two of them are for one of my advanced Math classes, but the other two are for research. I want to read all the books about the Theory of Relativity they have in the main library.” Jared blurts out, almost yelling, too fast and stuttering at some points.
He takes a little breath and looks down, cheeks heating.
Funny and smart and a little sarcastic. Sure.
“Really?” There’s no mockery in Jensen’s voice when he asks, and Jared can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He really needs to leave, he needs to leave now. He has barely exchanged more than four words with Jensen every time they run into each other and this not the time to break his own rule. “You study Engineering, right?”
Jared nods. Twice. And then drums his fingers against the laundry basket, looking at Jensen like a scared cornered animal. May be he’s expecting Jared to keep the conversation going, because he stays silent and looks at him, waiting. Jared doesn’t have anything else to add, really, he can’t wait to get out of Jensen’s space before he does something stupid like yell some more about the books he likes from the library our get a boner out of nowhere.
After the longest thirty seconds of Jared’s life where they do nothing but stare at each other Jensen seems to give up from taking any other word out of Jared’s mouth and turns to leave his own basket over the first washing machine.
“Well, okay. I hope you have a good day reading those books. I’m not much a science man myself, but I’d like to read more than criminal law books once in a while, too much of those and a Criminal Minds marathon and I’m seeing serial killers everywhere.” He chuckles, and Jared stops breathing for a couple heartbeats at the sound. “So you let me know if you particularly enjoy one of them.”
Jensen’s nice. And too hot for his own good. But he’s so fucking nice, trying to make it seem like a two-way conversation, joking and wishing Jared a good day.
Jared wishes he could at least grow the courage to talk to Jensen. He knows when he’s completely out of someone’s league so he would like to at least try to be Jensen’s friend. But there’s no chance for that when he can barely look him in the eye.
That’s why he squeaks a weak “thanks, see you” back at Jensen while he tries to rush out of the laundry room, head down and hands shaking. He wants to run away like a mad man, but he guesses a power walk might be enough for this case.
And that same rushed power walk is what ends making Jared bump a little too hard into Jensen’s shoulder when he’s walking past him, and that causes Jared to almost drop the basket because of the impact.
Jensen grabs Jared’s shoulder before he can fall, but it’s already too late for what Jared is carrying with him.
The next thing he knows is that half of the things in his laundry basket are on the floor, socks and shirts all around them.
Plus one shiny white vibrator right in front of Jensen’s feet.
It’s just there, closer to Jensen than to him now, so close that Jensen could probably kick it back in Jared’s direction by softly brushing it with the tip of his shoes. There’s no way to pretend is something else, there’s no way of make it look like it doesn’t belong to Jared and there’s no way to stop Jensen from staring intently at it once it hits the ground.
Jared doesn’t know what to say.
He doesn’t even know what to do.
There’s no more bloody screaming in his brain, there is no more intense need in his chest to run away as far away as possible from Jensen before he blurts out his unrequited crush. There’s nothing, absolutely nothing inside or outside. The world probably doesn’t exist beyond the door of that laundry room.
Nothing. At all.
The only thing Jared knows is one hundred percent real is his vibrator. In front of Jensen. Under Jensen’s stare. Lightly touching Jensen’s shoes.
He looks down, lower lip trembling slightly while his mind stays white and quiet for the first time since he met Jensen.
Jared is not completely sure how long the stay in silence, but is Jensen the one who breaks it both outside and in Jared’s head. “Oh. So, it’s yours? You saw my Yak?”
From all the possible comments Jared expected, that wasn’t one of them.
He blinks and looks up at Jensen, too many things happening at once for him to know how he is supposed to react. Not only is his sex toy right in front of the only person Jared thinks about when he’s using said sex toy to get off, this is not even the first time Jensen has seen it. He’s the one who wrote the Yak. He’s the one who went in the laundry room after Jared earlier that day and found his ‘dildo’ - in Jensen’s words - and wrote about it. And then, as if it wasn’t enough, he’s the one catching Jared going to recover his vibrator and realizing it belongs to Jared. Because is right fucking there on the floor in front of him.
Jared really doesn’t know what to say, so of course, Jensen keeps going.
“I know it wasn’t the best way to...announce it. But as RA my work is to keep around the missed and found things, try to find who they belong to. But with this-” Jensen is looking directly at Jared, he’s not looking down at all now. “Well, I wasn’t sure how to find the owner and go around asking didn’t seem like an option. It was obvious the person had just lost it and it looked like the best option for the whole thing to be anonymous so the owner wouldn’t be embarrassed, and everybody at college uses that app."
This entire thing can’t be happening. It really can’t be happening. From all the fucking students in his dorm. It had to be Jensen. All of it. From start to end, it had Jensen in it.
It’s like the world is giving him the greatest middle finger in history.
Jensen looks guilty, like he can feel the secondhand embarrassment already and is trying to make Jared feel better somehow.
“I posted it really long ago, I thought the person would come back down as soon as they realized they lost it or saw the Yak, I wasn’t trying to-”
“I-It’s not a dildo.” Jared stutters, and he’s even surprised to hear his own voice out loud. Jensen stops talking and looks at him, clearly confused. Jared sees him open his mouth so he keeps going before Jensen can ask, rushing the words out of his mouth once again “It’s not...it’s not a dildo. Well, it kinda is. But it’s m-mostly a vibrator.”
Jared doesn’t know where this is coming from. The need to suddenly explain the exact classification of his sex toy. Why is he doing it? Is not like Jensen gives is a shit.
He tends to do this thing where he blurts out the first thought that comes to his mind when he’s nervous. It’s like his mouth has mind of its own and loves to make things worse for him. When he’s under pressure Jared can spill out anything from surprise birthday parties plans to how the first time he kissed a guy he still had braces and his own lower lip got caught on them.
And he told Jensen his dildo is actually a vibrator.
God, he can feel all the blood in his body slowly moving up to his face, hands starting to shake.
“Oh. I see.” Jensen licks his lips, slow and deliberate, eyes still fixed on Jared the entire time. He takes a second to speak again. “I was just guessing when I wrote the Yak, you know? And I thought the person probably wanted it back as soon as possible.”
That, for some reason, smacks Jared out of it.
But instead of going for even-more-embarrassed, his brain switches to a defensive mode out of nowhere.
What is that supposed to mean? ‘As soon as possible?’
That whoever was the owner of the vibrator probably needed it that bad? That if Jared owned a vibrator it meant he was so desperate for sex he couldn’t go a single day without it? Which, okay, that might be true but still none of Jensen’s business. No need to make it sound like Jared is a desperate horny mess.
It might be the nerves and growing embarrassment making Jared take Jensen’s words out of context, but the last he needs is Jensen judging him for this.
"W-Well of course I wanted it back!" Jared protests, suddenly letting his laundry basket fall to the floor with more force than necessary. "That...that thing was expensive, y-you know?! I had to save money for two months!”
Jensen’s face goes from confused to apologetic in record time. “Wait! I didn’t mean it like it was a bad thing!”
“A-And I was at high school, which means I had to eat shitty food for two months so I could buy that!" He gestures towards the vibrator still playing in front of Jensen, and his fingers shake when he vaguely points.
Jared huffs and gets on his knees on the floor, heart pounding fast in his chest. He starts throwing his shirts and socks in the basket, shaky hands making everything more difficult "And- and Chad wanted me to buy a vibrator with awful fucking colors because it would be a trip to use it while being high! And a-apparently me losing my stupid sex toy at the stupid common washing machines is like Jude Law suddenly getting really good at fighting in Repo Men!"
He's mad. At himself. At Jensen. At everybody and everything.
It all happened in front of Jensen. Too-hot-to-be-true/nicest-guy-in-campus/Jared's-walking-wet-dream-Jensen. The irony should be funny, how the object Jared likes to think is Jensen's dick finally met the real deal.
Would be funny if it wasn't so embarrassing is making Jared want to cry angry tears.
"Jared-" Jensen tries to get down to help him pick up some of his stuff but Jared snatches a sock away from Jensen before he can grab it.
"I had to try and get it back. It's supposed to be waterproof! Not that I'm completely sure, I never used it in a bathtub or anything." he keeps talking, too fast and too loud, finally taking the vibrator from the floor and tucking it with his blankets in the basket, away from Jensen's sight how it was always supposed to be. "T-There's nothing wrong with me coming to get it!" He complains, and may be he’s trying to convince himself more than Jensen at this point.
"I never said there was!" Jensen adds quickly, standing up again when Jared doesn’t let him help pick up his clothes. He looks really distressed about making Jared explode like that, but Jared is feeling too many things already to be able to find Jensen's worry endearing. "Jared, I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel bad.”
Well, well. It’s too late for that now. Because Jared has never felt more awful in his life.
“Me wanting it back as soon as possible is not something you should judge me for, you know?!” Jared points at Jensen with one of his socks, breathing hard.
“What the fuck? Jared, I’m not fucking judging you. Would you please calm down?!” Jensen frowns, stepping closer to him, and that makes Jared almost trip on his own feet as he tries to back away and put more distance between them.
Enough.
"This is all your fault! You had to go and write a Yak about it. You had to come in here when I was trying to get it back!" Jared huffs, pressing the basket against his chest again. His face is on fire. He even thinks he'll get a headache because of it. He needs to get out, the embarrassment is starting to creep over his anger pretty quickly and he can feel the usual nerves from being around Jensen make his heart start to beat even harder and his voice tremble. His hands are sweating and he can barely control his words.
He needs to leave.
"And- And know why else this is your fault?!" He stutters, giving Jensen accusatory eyes, talking through his teeth "I wouldn't even need to come get it if it wasn't for the fact that I need to use it every time I run into you! Or every time I see you! I wouldn't have used it today at all if it wasn't because I saw you this morning!" Jared takes a deep breath, too stressed, too embarrassed, too angry. "It's your fault that I need my vibrator that badand as soon as possible, Jensen!"
Too fucking screwed.
Jared gasps and stops talking when he realizes what he said. All the things he said to Jensen. This is the longest he ever talked to him since they met and Jared was yelling the entire time. And he- oh God Jared told him.
He screamed how Jensen is basically the only reason why Jared gets off, why Jared came to look for his vibrator. Because he needs it every time he thinks about Jensen.
He risks a quick glance to Jensen though his bangs and he finds him staring back. Just staring, mouth slightly open and green eyes fixed on Jared’s face. He looks like someone punched the air out of him, and for a moment Jared expects to feel Jensen’s knuckles on his nose or hear some yelling about how Jared is creepy and disgusting.
But Jensen doesn’t do any of that, he simply looks at Jared.
At the weird-ass kid who uses a vibrator thinking about him.
“Oh, my God, Jensen.” he whispers looking down at the basket, his fingers starting to feel numb from how hard he’s gripping it, probably cutting the blood flow with the edges. “I’m s-so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said that. None of this is your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jared bites his lower lip and tries to hold himself together so at least he can apologize before going upstairs to tell Chad they probably need to move to a new dorm. He can’t stay around after throwing this scene.
Jensen is still quiet, but Jared can feel his eyes on him.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His voice is nothing but a whisper now, “I blurt out things when I’m nervous and I- I’m really sorry Jensen.” He closes eyes and starts walking, quickly moving past Jensen. Now running for it would be the best idea, running fast and away from his RA and the laundry room, his legs are shaking too much for that to work.
He’s at least leaving now, brain already working on possible excuses and lies he can make up so they get transferred to another building, wonders if Jensen would tell all RAs in campus what happened to him so they are careful around Jared, thinks about Jensen even filing a complaint because of this. Is it considered sexual harassment for him to say all that to Jensen? May be it will end up in Jared’s personal records along with the disgust in Jensen’s face every time they see each other at college until one of them graduates. Maybe he’ll go find Jared and actually break his nose later.
He’s too deep drowning in his own mental storm to hear Jensen walking behind him and grabbing his arm before Jared can leave, making him stop in front of the door.
Jared freezes. May be Jensen will break his nose right now, no need to wait until later.
“What did you say?” Jared hears from behind him. Jensen’s voice low and a little raspy, like he’s trying to keep it down and controlled. “That last thing before you apologized. What was it, Jared?” he urges him, but Jared is not repeating it. No way in hell. “It’s my fault that you need to use your vibrator that bad?”
Jared closes his eyes and bites his lower lip. This is the first time Jensen touches him like this. Skin to skin contact. And it’s simple and stupid and one day ago would have made Jared smile like a fool for hours, but right now it only serves to make him feel even more awful.
“S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by telling you that.” He didn’t meant to tell Jensen at all, never imagined he would be able to exchange more than small casual talk with him in the first place.
Jared expects Jensen to let go of his arm now after he gave him a straight apology, but instead of doing that Jensen uses his grip on his arm to turn him around so they can face to face again, placing both hands over Jared’s on the laundry basket and backing him up against the first washing machine.
“Who says you made me uncomfortable?”
Jensen’s hands are warm and feel big pressed against his own. He’s not taller than Jared, even if Jensen is older they are almost the same height, but Jared is not finished growing so he might end up being taller than him. And even so, he feels really small looking back at Jensen and being under his stare. They are both silent and Jared watches in disbelief as a small smirk appears on Jensen’s face.
What the fuck? “Well- uh...I mean, I told you.” Jared stutters, now knowing the silence means Jensen is waiting for him to answer his question. It wasn’t rhetorical. “I told you.” he repeats, as if those are the three words that will magically make Jensen understand what it’s really going on here, but Jensen just raises his eyebrows, giving Jared the same satisfied smile. Okay, that’s the first time he sees Jensen smile like that.
“And you thought that information about yourself made me feel uncomfortable?” Jensen repeats and Jared nods frantically, hands sweating even more than before. Jensen shakes his head slowly, letting go of one of Jared’s hands just so he can move past him and close the door. It takes him about two seconds, and then he’s right in front of him again, this time grabbing the laundry basket so he can take it away from Jared’s hands. It just takes a little tug and Jared lets go of it, not even sure about what’s really going on as Jensen leaves his laundry basket on the floor and uses the newly-acquired space to press himself against Jared.
There’s no basket in between them anymore, so Jensen can easily lean forward until he’s inches away from Jared’s face. He moves his hands to place them on top of the washing machine behind Jared, one arm at each side of Jared’s hips, cornering him between the border of the old Whirlpool and Jensen’s chest.
Jared is pretty sure he stopped breathing minutes ago, doesn’t even remember how to do it. But Jensen is so close he can feel his chest move up and down slowly.
“Does it look like you made me uncomfortable, Jared?” Jensen asks, slow and steady, the deep Texan drawl of his accent making Jared let out an embarrassing little gasp. But Jared has been embarrassing himself in front of Jensen for the past several minutes so who gives a shit at this point. It’s not like Jensen doesn’t know how much Jared likes him.
It takes another round of thirty seconds for Jared to catch up that, no, Jensen’s questions aren’t rhetorical or being thrown to his face to make him curls his toes inside of his shoes for how fucking hot they sound. He’s waiting for Jared to answer him.
Maybe Jared got so much blood in his face from embarrassment he actually passed out and is now dead. No way this is happening to him.
“Not particularly.” Jared says with another whisper, trying to hide his eyes behind his bangs. His arms are firmly pressed against the washing machine too, entire body rigid. He can smell Jensen’s cologne; he can smell his shampoo too. He obviously took a shower after coming back from jogging, so he was most likely naked in his bathroom while Jared was jerking off earlier. That makes him let out another small whimper and he closes his eyes tightly.
If he gets a hard-on right now there’s no way Jensen is going to miss that, pressed to his body like they might both end dead if there’s any space in between.
He hears Jensen chuckle and the feeling of his hand touching his cheek is what makes Jared open his eyes. “What are you thinking about? You’re blushing again.” And fuck, is this some kind of new thing between them now? Jensen expecting Jared to answer all his goddamn questions while there are too many parts of them touching each other? Not that Jared is really complaining, but he would like to know.
“As if you didn’t know that already.” Jared accuses, his voice saying nothing but I’m-a-complete-sucker-for-you and Jensen smiles again, almost like he’s fucking proud of himself for making him blush, the smug bastard.
“If it’s about me you have to tell me what it is.” Jensen teases, crinkles appearing around his eyes as he keeps smiling. God fucking damn it.
“You’re enjoying this too much, y-you know?”
Jensen seems to be about to add something else but then he stops and backs up just a couple centimeters and Jared has to stop himself from throwing his arms around Jensen’s neck to make him stay right there.
“Wait. Is this why you always run away from me when we see each other?” Yeah, Jared just called it. Jensen is having the time of his life by getting all these answers out of him. His hand is still cupping Jared’s face, thumb brushing his cheek lightly.
How is Jared not supposed to get the most raging boner of his life from all this?
Jensen looks seriously curious though, and Jared doesn’t stand a chance with Jensen touching him like that. He’ll do anything Jensen wants right now.
“What do you think?” Jared’s not exactly stuttering anymore but his voice still sounds weak and trembling at the end.
“I thought you didn’t like me”. That answer makes Jared blink and give Jensen a double take. He can’t be serious. “Well, you literally ran away from me every time I saw you. You would barely talk to me every time I tried, and you never let me help you with your books or kept a conversation going for more than two minutes.” Jared can’t believe it, he was convinced Jensen never noticed that he was trying to run away from him. “I thought you couldn’t fucking stand me, man. I kept wondering what the hell I did to make you hate me that much.”
The irony of Jensen - Jensen, for God’s sake - thinking that Jared couldn’t stand him, that the reason why he would barely exchange words with him and tried to run away at every chance he got was because Jared hated him is too unreal to be truth.
He shakes his head and Jensen sighs in relief, leaning even closer to press his lips against Jared’s ear and whisper “Good. Because I really thought you hated me, and it was driving me crazy”.
That’s probably with pushes Jared to open his mouth again.
“I...I think that me using a vibrator every time I see you says the complete opposite, right?”
Jensen being that close to his ear is what lets Jared hear him suck a sharp breath, and the next thing he feels is Jensen bringing his other hand up to cup his face and press their lips together.
It takes his brain a moment to catch up on what’s happening, and he clings to Jensen to kiss him back when he realizes he’s been frozen on his spot for at least five seconds. He doesn’t want Jensen to think he’s rejecting him.
Jared knows how to kiss, it’s what he has the most practice doing since it never moved past that with his dates, he’s sure he’s at least decent at kissing so he tries to prove it. He can tell right away Jensen has more experience, but Jared is stubborn enough to want to show off some of his skills. Jensen is probably better than him at everything else, so Jared needs to take the lead on the kissing as long as he has that. When he sucks Jensen’s bottom lip in his mouth and nibbles it softly Jensen almost groans against his mouth, hands moving from the washing machine to Jared’s hips to hold him tightly.
“Still driving me crazy.” Jensen mutters between kisses, and Jared can only whine softly, too busy trying to get as many kisses as he can to even try to speak. He doesn’t know how long this make-out session will last so he needs to get the most from it.
Jensen’s lips slide down his neck before Jared is even ready for the kissing to stop and he makes a little complaining sound to let him know. Jensen laughs against his skin and presses a long kiss right on one of his moles and Jared gasps even louder. “Come on, Jared. Gotta tell me.” Jensen sounds out of breath, and even with how distracting those lips feel kissing down his throat, Jared blinks and tries to focus. Did Jensen ask something again and he missed it?
He feels a couple kisses on his jawline before Jensen mouth is pressed to his right ear. He can hear his breathing loud and clear now, and knowing that Jensen is breathless after kissing him makes Jared’s cock twitch in his underwear. “Gotta tell me the things you thought about while using your vibrator.”
He focuses on Jensen’s words now, Jared’s hands tightening around his neck as he feels Jensen’s teeth biting his earlobe. He tries to press his ass further onto the washing machine and away from Jensen’s legs so maybe he can hide his hardening cock away from him. Even for a little while. Jared’s getting hard way too fast and Jensen’s going to feel that.
“Thought about me on top of you? Maybe pressing you against a wall?” His voice is rough and heavy and something tells Jared that Jensen is getting off on this just as much as he is. He’s probably into dirty talk, with the way he seems unable to stop talking in between touching and kissing Jared. “Wanted it to be me inside of you, baby?”
Jared moans this time, turned on just from Jensen talking dirty and using a pet name for him. Just when Jared thought this couldn’t get any hotter.
Jensen hums into his ear, thumbs starting to rub little circles on his hips, barely touching under his shirt. “Like that, huh? I’m a bit of a talker during sex. Can’t help myself. You can tell me to shut the fuck up if it’s not your thing.” Jared shakes his head and brings one hand to his face to brush his hair out of the way. Never in his life would he make Jensen shut up.
“I like it.” Jared manages to whisper, looking into Jensen’s eyes and smiling back when Jensen smiles at him. “Dirty talking and you...c-calling me that, I know is probably nothing but-”
“Liked to hear me call you sweet things while touching you? Maybe that’s one of the things you thought about.” Jared’s too turned on at this point, cock hard and pulsing in his boxers. Jensen’s right; he thought about it. About Jensen’s thick fingers going inside of him, making him come just from fucking him with them while using pet names for him. “I bet you made the prettiest little sounds while thinking about me eating you out, too.”
Jensen’s just guessing, of course, but he’s on a roll. Not about the noises, Jared’s not even sure about that, but he’s sure on track when it comes to Jared’s fantasies.
This time Jared has no time to answer or even make one of those sounds that keep escaping his mouth before Jensen is kissing him again. When he presses forward Jared can feel Jensen’s thigh between his legs and there’s no hiding his hard-on anymore. The small friction is enough to make Jared’s hips buck and almost hump against Jensen’s leg.
Jensen drags his teeth along his pulse and makes sure to brush his leg against Jared’s clothed dick again. Jared moans low on his throat and lets his head fall back, fingers starting to pull Jensen’s hair. This is the most turned on he has ever been, and they are still fully clothed and have barely started, but everything Jensen’s doing is going straight to Jared’s dick. And it’s Jensen. He could suck at this and Jared would still love it, but of course, Jensen is apparently even better than his imagination gave him credit for.
Jensen keeps biting and sucking small marks on Jared’s neck, and he’s lightly aware they will bruise and be more notorious later on, that others will be able to see them, but Jared doesn’t gives a fuck. He hopes others see them.
Jensen comes back to kiss his lips after making sure he left enough bites on his neck, whispering “Can I Jared? Fuck- can I?” and Jared’s honestly not sure exactly what Jensen is asking permission for but he nods anyway, because whatever Jensen wants to do to him? Jared wants it too.
He finds out the answer right away, Jensen’s hand moving to open his old worn-out jeans and sliding under his boxers. Jared’s had handjobs before, too, but knowing it’s Jensen touching him and Jensen getting him off is what makes Jared keen and buck into the touch immediately. He can feel his hands shaking as he keeps pulling Jensen’s short hair.
Then Jensen slowly wraps his palm around Jared’s cock, thumb rubbing over the slit, spreading precome around the head.
Jensen probably needs a better angle for a long handjob, they should try to take off Jared’s pants completely, but Jared’s so turned on he will probably only need a couple soft squeezes from Jensen’s hand to come all over his fingers. Still, Jared’s damn stubborn and he wants to make this last too, just like the kisses.
But even if he ends coming after twenty seconds, Jared knows this will be jerking off material for the rest of his life. Fuck porn, the memory of Jensen’s lips brushing his neck and his hand inside of his pants will make Jared orgasm until he’s old and popping blue pills to get hard in the first place.
“So fucking hot, Jared.” Jensen mumbles as he starts to move his hand slowly, more touching and carefully squeezing more than rubbing. This is more than enough though, Jared can feel himself getting closer and closer with every second. And for the way Jensen is doing it he’s spurting more and more precome anyway, so that might help make the hand movements smoother. “Thought that about you since the first day you got in here, stuttering when we talked, blushing and biting your lips. Hottest and prettiest guy I have ever fucking seen.”
Jensen sounds just as turned on as Jared feels, and he forces himself to look at his face. Even with what they’re doing Jared still has the need to shy away from Jensen’s stare, but Jared needs to look at him, look at Jensen while they are doing this.
“There you are.” Jensen smiles at him when Jared finally looks him in the eye. He ducks down to kiss him, pressing a simple small kiss on his lips “Wanted to see that gorgeous face while making you come for me. Jerked off myself more times than I can count thinking about it.”
That breaks something in Jared because Jensen thought about this just as much as Jared did.
He lets himself moan, loud and noisy, and probably someone was going to hear him outside, but fuck if Jared cares. He presses his forehead against Jensen’s and bucks his hips again, trying to get more friction from the hand around his dick. That’s all Jensen needs to keep going, kissing Jared and dirty talking about how good Jared looks like this. “Can feel you dripping precome all over my hand, sweetheart.” Jensen whispers and Jared whines, almost digging his nails on Jensen’s back, trying to hold onto something, bucking and thrusting his hips up. It feels so good, Jensen’s touch, Jensen’s lips, Jensen’s voice.
Jensen shushes him gently as Jared keeps moaning and now full-on humping Jensen’s hand while Jensen jerks him off, using more pressure around the base before pumping more steadily around the head and Jared is going to lose his goddamn mind. “Gonna come, Jared? Come all over my hand and then let me lick it all from my fingers? Then maybe we can see how good you are at taking that vibrator, baby.”
Jared moans loudly one last time and comes repeating Jensen’s name against his lips, cheeks burning hot as he bucks his hips into Jensen’s hands and spills in his underwear and Jensen’s fingers. Jensen keeps moving his hand the entire time, riding Jared’s orgasm for all it’s worth, whispering about how good Jared did and how fucking pretty he looks, only stopping when Jared leans back against the washing machine to take deep breaths.
Jensen peppers butterfly kisses on Jared’s cheeks and neck until he opens his eyes again, just to find him smirking. “You good?” Jensen asks, free hand coming up to brush Jared’s bangs out of his face and Jared nods, a little too out of it at the moment to form real words.
Jensen moves his hand from Jared’s boxers and brings it up in front of his mouth just so he can lick a couple stripes of come from it. Jared looks, mouth open and eyes refusing to blink. His spent dick gives a pathetic try to twitch, but no way he can get hard again so fast.
He’s going to remember that visual for later though.
Jensen wipes his hand with one of the shirts he brought to the laundry room and then uses it to help clean up Jared a little bit. Jared leans against the washing machine and smiles at him, still trying to recover his breath.
“This is not how I expected you would react.” Jared confesses as he takes his time to breath, nibbling on his own bottom lip. He can’t believe Jensen would want to do anything with him, much less end up giving him a handjob because he found out Jared is ten different kinds of horny for him.
Jensen gives him another smile, throwing the shirt back into his pile of clothes before he leans in, almost as close as he was before, but he notices Jensen is not completely pressing him against the washing machine this time and a quick glance down lets him know why.
Jensen’s still hard, Jared can even see the outline of his dick against his pants.
He snaps his eyes back up to try and not be creepy about it and get caught staring at Jensen’s dick. Jared would like to keep looking because, okay, the size he can make from that outline? It’s doing wild things in his mind already. But, still. It’s rude to stare.
“The gorgeous freshman who lives in front of me and who I can’t stop thinking about blurts out he gets off because of me? Yeah, I think this is the exact way I was supposed to react.” Jensen replies with a chuckle, brushing Jared’s lips with his own. Jared feels himself melting and something warm turning in his stomach. He eats it up, all of it. From Jensen’s closeness to the things he’s saying, calling him gorgeous, saying he couldn’t stop thinking about him - fucking shit he can’t wait to tell Chad about this, Jensen thinks about him -, to the way he’s smiling and touching him.
And even with the always-cliché stomach butterflies and the decision that he could stay in this same spot - between Jensen and an old Whirlpool - for ten hours straight, Jared also wants to know why Jensen isn’t dry humping him just like Jared did with Jensen.
He’s deliberately trying to keep his hips away from Jared, and just when he’s opening his big mouth to ask what’s up with that, something rings in his head.
May be Jensen doesn’t want to make him feel like Jared has to get him off? He might be avoiding that ‘hey I made you come so you better get to work and do it for me’ rule that Jared felt with the couple guys he ever ended exchanging handjobs with.
It’s not a completely unfair unspoken rule: pleasure should be for both members of the party when having sex, but Jared always felt like the guys were getting him off just to get something in return. As if they were “enduring” the task so they could get something from Jared.
The fact that Jensen is not doing it, acting as if the fooling around part is over even if he didn’t get off, is making Jared want to touch him even more.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jensen asks again for the second time, his hand still brushing Jared’s hair constantly, like he’s trying to make Jared is comfortable after just what happened. Jared wants nothing but jump him right there.
“Yeah, I’m great.” Jared nods, and even he can tell his voice sounds like he’s high. He sneaks another quick glance between Jensen’s legs. He wants to touch Jensen, wants to make him feel somehow good, even if it’s just a tenth of how Jensen made him feel before. Jared is no expert, blind and new in anything beyond kissing and jerking off, but he still wants to try. “Because…now is your turn?”
It sounds more like a nervous question than the sexy affirmative Jared was hoping for. Almost like he’s asking Jensen permission to go for it instead of looking him in the eye and assuring Jensen he is going to make him come too. But being “sexy” is not Jared’s strength anyway, probably never will be, and maybe that line is more suitable for a porno movie but Jared is trying, that’s the point.
PART 3