Jared/Jensen/Danneel - Putting Bodies Into Motion - NC-17
Title: Putting Bodies Into Motion
Author: taintedlove
Characters: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,000 words
Summary: AU. Jensen runs into his childhood best friend at college, just not in the way he expected.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, any resemblance to actual people, blah blah blah.
Author’s Note: Written for my favorite favorite favorite kathickers . Happy birthday, bb! A huge thank you to missyjack and mistyzeo for the betas, and shiplessheathen for the hand holding. <3 <3 <3
This isn’t the first time Jensen’s been caught staring at Danneel Harris. It also isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at Jared Padalecki. It is, however, the first time he’s been caught staring at them both, at the same time, while their tongues were in each other’s mouths. Jared's shirt is off, and Danneel's in just her panties and sheer white t shirt, outline of a lacy bra standing out as much as if she hadn't been wearing it at all.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says, stumbling backwards and tripping over... something. It’s not like he has enough brainpower to figure it out, okay? He had known, at the time, that those shots were a bad idea, but at the time he hadn’t realized they would be putting him in a situation like... This one. Obviously, the universe hates Jensen.
Jared is staring back at him, annoyance written all over his face. His hands haven’t moved from Danneel’s chest, and he seems to just be waiting for Jensen to clear out so he can pick up where he left off. Danneel’s looking at him too, but there’s something different glinting in her eyes.
You can’t know Danneel Harris without knowing she’s got a bit of a kinky side. You don’t even have to sleep with her to recognize it - it’s in her strut, the short skirts and low cut shirts. Jensen knew a different Danneel once upon a time, back when they were kids they had been inseparable. It was a classic story, their moms meeting at jazzercise, being born close together, growing up together, until Danneel had hit puberty and all of the sudden grew the best boobs in any of the three high schools in their city. She had never been one of those to pretend to ignore it, either. She was who she was, and her mama had always taught her to flaunt what she’s got.
What she had ignored, however, was Jensen. She seemed to have spinned over to a different orbit. She had joined the dance team, he was involved in the drama club, and they had gone their ways. He hardly ever saw her anymore, other than assemblies, where she would wave and wink at him, and those awkward family parties, where they were forced to make small talk. Either way, they had drifted out of each other's lives, and that was that. It was pretty much coincidence that they had ended up at the same college, even more that they were both at the same party. Jensen hadn't even known that Danneel knew Riley.
"Hey, buddy, do you mind?" Jared is obviously interested in making up for lost time, one of his hands slipping lower to tease at the bottom of Danneel's shirt, fingers brushing the hint if skin showing and oh, fuck. Jensen tears his eyes away before getting a punch in the face and walks out, throwing back one more "Sorry, my bad," over his shoulder. He closes the door and sneaks one more look as he's shutting it. Jared's mouthing at Danneel's neck, slipping a hand under her shirt to twist and pinch her nipple through her bra.
Danneel, though. She's still looking at the door, and she makes eye contact with Jensen as the door is sliding shut. He's pretty sure he imagines the moan that slips out of her mouth.
~~~
"Hey, so, hi." Of all the people Jensen had hoped to run into, Jared Padalecki was not especially high on the list. Probably somewhere between his grandma and high school science teacher. He's clothed, which puts them leaps and bounds ahead of where they were last time they saw each other, and instead of hot, burning testosterone seeping off of him, he's got a bit of a sheepish smile on his face. Of course, it probably wouldn't have gone over very well if he had been shirtless and hard in his jeans, seeing as how they were in their 10:30 history lecture. "Mind if I sit?" Jared gestures to the seat next to Jensen which, yeah, is empty, but then again, so is half the lecture hall.
Jensen shrugs, trying to concentrate on anything that isn't the guy sitting next to him. It's not like Jared isn't a nice guy, he probably is. He just, you know, left Jensen completely high and dry on the group project they had done a few weeks ago, attending football games instead of reading up on Kublai Khan, like he promised.
Jensen's not bitter. Really, he isn't.
Jared is biting at his lower lip, looking anywhere but Jensen. It's awkward, it's so awkward, and he's about to fake a phone call (he is nothing if not clever in the face of confrontation) when Jared turns to him and says, "So, it has come to my attention that I am a bit of an asshole." Jensen stares at him for a second, waiting for the punch line. Jared looks back, looking about as uncomfortable as Jensen feels. It's true, of course, but something about the tension in Jared's shoulders makes Jensen want to give him a break.
"Yeah," he says finally. "Most of us are when we're smashed. Can we not talk about this? Like, ever again?" And that should be the end of it. A casual bro to bro apology and brush off, but it's not.
Jared smiles, but it's still a bit tight. "So," he says, eyebrows raising and dimples showing. "You know Danneel?" Which is not exactly what Jared was expecting. He nods, and tells Jared about being friends as kids, and hoping desperately that Jared isn't feeling particularly like a caveman needing to mark his territory. But Jared just kind of smiles, and listens.
As they sit through the class, the painful awkwardness starts to slip away. Jared seems to have a problem keeping his keeping his mouth shut, and Jensen can’t stop himself from laughing at his commentary. They stand up together at the end of class, and Jensen is about to thank Jared for making a normally boring class much, much more entertaining, when Jared blurts out."How do you feel about, you know, threesomes?"
And Jensen’s brain short circuts. He tries to swallow a couple times but can’t get down any air.
“In general, or one specifically?” he finally manages. Jared laughs, and shoves his hands in his pockets, going back to staring at the floor.
“One in particular. Specifically,” he finally looks up at that, meeting Jensen’s eyes and, shit. “One with you and me and my girl.”
When Jensen doesn’t respond, Jared lets out a puff of breath. “Look, man, it’s not my usual M.O. either. In fact, I’m sort of freaking out about it. But Danneel, she’s really into it.” His reaches a long arm up to scratch the back of his neck. Jensen’s eyes track the movement.
Jared notices. His lips quirk just a little. “Tell you what. I’ll give you my number,” he bends down to write something on a scrap of paper, “and you let me know if you’re interested.” He slides the paper across the table to Jensen, and backs off. “If not, no pressure. Just, ya know,” he gives Jensen one of those dimpled grins, “think about it. It could be fun.” He winks and backs out of the room.
Yeah, like Jensen is going to be able to think of anything else.
~~~
Really, he should be proud of himself. He figures lesser men would’ve caved after only a few hours, but Jensen makes it a whole three days before using the number Jared gave him. It wasn’t much, just ‘time and place?’. Not over eager, at least. Jared texts back almost immediately, giving details about a party at Jared’s off campus house that Saturday. Nothing else, just the details and ‘see you then’. On the plus side, it’s done. He doesn’t have to worry about it. On the other hand, it’s not that second, so he’s got tons of time to do all that worrying that he doesn’t have to do.
~~~
The part is not glamorous. Jensen’s been to his fair share of college parties since he was a prospie, and through freshman and sophomore years. It’s not like these things change, honestly. His place at them, though, that’s new. Normally he’s in a corner, messing around with his phone, or in the kitchen hanging out with Chris and Riley. He’s not shy, really, just doesn’t believe in getting drunk just to get drunk. He likes to remember the names of the people he sleep with, thank you very much.
Tonight, though. He has started out on the back porch, a few beers warming him from the inside out. The desire to get flat out smashed burns low in his gut, but he doesn’t. He drinks slow and steady, making sure to gulp down as much water as booze. He makes a point of not compulsively checking his watch every two minutes, thank you very much. It’s not that he’s nervous, really. It’s just that, yeah, he’s not moves, but normally he only has to worry about impressing one person in bed, and now two? Not to mention, Jared is in his history class, so if this goes south, he’s going to have to run into this guy every day for the rest of the semester. Not to mention Danneel, going home every Thanksgiving and Christmas for the rest of their lives.
So, yeah. There’s a lot at stake. He gets up, wiping sweaty palms on his jeans, and heads towards the kitchen to grab another beer, and that’s when he sees it.
It’s deja vu, really. It’s Jared and Danneel grinding against each other, only this time to music and they’re wearing more clothes. They seem to be completely wrapped up in each other, hands wandering and eyes nearly closed, just feeling each other. Then Danneel’s eyes open, and land on Jensen. She grins, like a fucking Cheshire cat, and Jensen does his best to return it. Jared is still occupied mouthing at her neck, but she tilts her head, beckoning Jensen forward and looking like every kind of sin he had been taught to avoid. He gulps, reminds himself he is not a sixteen year old girl with a crush, and walks towards them.
He has kind of been hoping that they could get right to it, not bother with the small talk or awkward conversations that always had that weird undercurrent of ‘we’re about to fuck each other’s brains out’, but Danneel isn’t having it. She pulls Jensen in behind her, forcing him to move to the music. He isn’t sure what to put his hands, Jared’s are gripping low on her hips, where Jensen’ are itching to go, but there definitely isn’t enough there for two pairs of hands. Danneel senses his hesitation, and pulls one hand forward to rest low on her belly, letting out a breathy moan, and reaches the other one across to rest on Jared’s hip. The boys exchange a look over Danneel’s shoulder, but Jensen doesn’t get punched, so he figures it’s a win.
They bump and grind, both boys focusing more on her, not avoiding each other, exactly, but there are rules for this kind of thing. At least, he’s pretty sure. That guy on How I Met Your Mother said there were rules, and Neil Patrick Harris usually knows what’s up. They’re not even dancing so much as rubbing against each other now, hot and working each other up. Jensen is finally done with the foreplay, and leans forward to whisper in Danneel’s ear.
“This is great, don’t get me wrong,” his lips brush against the shell of her ear, and she stiffens just a little, “but I hear we’ve got something bigger on the agenda for tonight?”
Danneel responds immediately, yanking Jared out of his stupor and pulling him from the dance floor. She grabs Jensen’s hand on her way up the stairs, guiding the both of them to a bedroom on the second floor. Jensen doesn’t make eye contact with Jared.
Once they’re inside, Danneel wastes no time. She’s got Jensen pressed up against the door the second it’s closed, kissing him hard with the clank of teeth and lips and their bodies are flush together. Jared growls at them, and for a second Jensen is dead sure he’s going to get a punched in face for his efforts. Instead he hears out a grunted out “Fuck,” and suddenly feels arms wrap around Danneel and start moving upwards towards her chest. Jared is back to mouthing at her neck, sucking in a line of little bruises. Danneel tenses, and pulls her mouth away from Jensen’s long enough to let out a little gasp. Jensen doesn’t have time to think, just goes with his instinct. He pushes away from the door, away from the other two, and bends down to unlace his sneakers and take off his socks. Jared and Danneel are making out, and for a minute he thinks that’s that, it’s time for him to bow out gracefully, but then Danneel untangles herself from Jared and walks towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans as she goes. Both boys are speechless for a minute, just watching her shimmy out of the denim. She’s wearing panties, but just barely. She turns around and faces them, smirking as she pulls her tank top over her head. She climbs on the bed, leaning back into the pillows and pulling her knees up to her chest.
Jensen and Jared both start towards her at the same time, both desperate to get their hands, dicks, mouths, anything on her, but she shakes her head. “Nope. You’ve got to earn it,” and what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Jensen shoots a glance towards Jared, wondering if he has any better idea of what’s going on. He looks just as confused, though, and frustrated. Jensen gets the idea that he’s not one who’s used to being told no.
“The way I see it,” Danneel says, running a hand over her legs, the fucking tease, “I’ve got something you both want. So I am going to be calling the shots.” She grins again, and Jensen is just barely beginning to see the flaw in their plan. Jared, obviously, has never done this before, and Jensen hasn’t either. Danneel’s the only one who has any clue as to what goes on. Sure, Jensen’s seen his share of lesbian threesome porn, but a devil’s threesome was something completely out of his experience. It isn’t that he’s opposed to guys, he’ll swap blow jobs if he gets an offer, but with Danneel all spread out and almost naked? Jared’s a nice looking guy, sure, but Jensen doesn’t see how he’s going to be able to focus on anything other than those perfect breasts.
Jared is looking a little pale, though. Jensen gets the feeling that this is not a guy who’s ever even thought about something like this, and feels a little bad for him. He goes up to Jared slowly, like he’ll spook and run away if Jensen moves to fast. He leans in a little, trying to keep enough space between them that Jared won’t feel trapped, and runs a hand over his chest. His t shirt is thin enough that Jensen can feel every muscle ripple and bunch, responding to his touch even as Jared blushes. Still going slowly, Jensen lifts Jared’s shirt up and over his head, using the opportunity to get closer until they’re chest to chest.
“This is fuckin weird,” Jared says, smiling a little sheepishly, but he doesn’t back away. Jensen leans up a little, running his finger lightly over Jared’s chest and pecs and down his back, just enough to keep the current alive, and finally brushes his hands against the back of Jared’s neck, pulling him down just enough to press their lips together.
It’s pretty light, nothing electric or magical. It’s more like a question mark than an exclamation point, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. They take a minute to get aquainted with the feel of each other, Jared still unsure, but not backing away. When Jensen feels the tongue fluttering along the seam of his lips, he opens up, letting Jared explore and map out his mouth, only offering up enough resistance to make it interesting. Jared picks up fast, starting to let his hands wander. Two sets of hands wander over two sets of bodies, and when Jared is finally starting to seem relaxed and more confident, he tugs Jensen’s shirt up and over his head.
Danneel lets out a hiss of breath, and both boys jerk back to look at her. She had been busy while they were getting comfortable with each other, one hand slipped down her underwear and the other playing tracing designs on her bare stomach. Jensen’s cock jumps at just the sight of it. He knows it should be a little weird, seeing his childhood best friend naked and wet and getting off on him kissing another dude, but hey. That’s what college is, right?
“Blow him, Jared.” It’s not a request, it’s not an invitation. Jared moans a little, and palms his own cock through his jeans. Jensen knows pretty much how he feels. Jared sinks down, kneeling awkwardly in front of Jensen, fingers fumbling on the button and zipper. He finally gets it and slides Jensen’s jeans and underwear down a little, not so much that he’ll stumble, but enough to get access, and audibly gulps when he sees Jensen’s cock.
“Just like eating out a girl, dude. It’s easier if you don’t think about it,” Jensen says.
Jared looks up at him, cocky confidence returning. He winks at Jensen, pushes him back against the door, then leans forward, letting his breath ghost over Jensen’s dick. Jensen groans at the sensation, the anticipation, all of it. Jared’s tongue darts out, lapping at the head of Jensen’s dick and down the sides and it’s all he can do to keep his hips still, to not jerk towards the feeling. Jared finally opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Jensen, there and overwhelming and not nearly enough and Jensen can’t stand it, he snaps his hips forward. Jared looks up at him with what has to be a bitch face, but it’s hard to look reprimanding when you’ve got a face full of cock. He grabs at Jensen’s hips, pushing him back against the door and holding him in place, and fuck if that isn’t as hot as anything else.
It’s not like it’s the best blow job he’s ever gotten, Jared clearly isn’t entirely sure what he’s doing. Soon enough, though, he learns to wrap a hand around all of Jensen that he can’t take in, and when he swallows a bit, breathing through his nose, Jensen wants to moan at the feeling of his throat constricting around his dick. His eyes are locked on Danneel, spread out on the bed and rubbing herself through the cotton of her underwear, Jensen can see they’re soaking wet even from the other side of the room. She dips one finger inside herself, rubbing just right, and, without taking her eyes off of her boyfriend and Jensen, lifts the finger up to her mouth to taste herself.
Two more seconds and that’s it, lights out. He has enough brainpower to pull Jared off in time, not even paying attention to the “The fuck, man!” before he’s got a hand wrapped around himself and his dick is pulsing, come spurting out in thick globs. He’s glad he’s been backed against the door, his knees a little weak as he leans against the door, breathing hard. Jared’s looking at him, a little dazed, and gives him a ‘thanks for that’ smile. Jensen feels for the guy, giving your first blow job is hard enough, no one should be forced to swallow on round one. Jensen winks at him and nods to the bed, where Danneel is writhing on her own fingers, letting out little pants of breath, still looking at the two of them. She waves Jared over with her free hand, and he’s up so fast his head has to spin.
Jensen watches as Jared sits on the bed and pulls Danneel on top of him, hears her grunt as she sinks down onto him. They find a perfect rhythm pretty fast, and it’s pretty damn spectacular, watching them fuck into each other like they’re starved for it. Danneel’s legs are wrapped around Jared’s waist, and he claws at her back, pulling her closer and pushing himself deeper. Jensen finally gets enough energy to stand up, and walks up behind Danneel. He reaches down to unhook her bra, she lets go of Jared and leans back into Jensen, letting him slip the flimsy fabric down her arms and he pulls her back into his chest, hands cupping her breasts. Jared just watches, leaning back onto the bed for leverage. When Jensen’s fingers find Danneel’s nipples and pinch lightly, she’s gone. Jensen had figured, theoretically, that she would be a screamer, always going for the dramatic, and she doesn’t disappoint. She shrieks, letting out a string of words that made even Jensen blush.
That’s it for Jared, too, feeling her clench around him is all it takes for him to be thrusting up once, twice more and then he’s reaching for her, pulling her down into him hard and tensing all over. He finally falls back, pulling Danneel down on top of him and breathing hard. Danneel rolls off of him, sprawling on the bed, thoroughly worn out. Jensen just stands for a minute, appreciating the view. He walks around the room for a minute, staring at the pictures on the walls, humming to the beat of the music coming up from down stairs. He tries to look natural, but he is pretty unsure of what to do now. Danneel opens her eyes and reaches a hand out for him, pulling him down.
She’s looking at him, smiling a little. “Stay a while? Wouldn’t want to deprive you of that awkward morning after experience.”
Half of Jensen wants to bow out, kiss both of them and head home. Heaven knows he needs some sleep after that. But then Jared leans up on one elbow, and grins at him, letting Jensen know that the offer really is from both of them, and Jensen figures, why not? It’s either deal with it now or in History Monday morning, and fuck that shit.
Jensen lies down next to her, letting his hands wander over her chest, stomach, throat. He leans forward and lets his mouth close over one nipple, tongue swirling, licking up the sweat. Danneel makes a noise that’s half laugh, half groan, and pushes his head away.
“Too soon, asshole,” she says, but her hand doesn’t leave his face. Jared’s already nearly passed out next to Danneel, he would be one of those guys. Danneel and Jensen stay up for a while, talking, catching up. Jensen can’t shake the feeling that it should be so weird, curling up with the little girl he grew up with, naked on a bed, hands trailing lightly over each other. It had been long enough that he can distinguish the two most of the time, but she does things every once in a while that remind him of who she used to be. He can tell that she’s feeling the same, giving him strange looks every once in a while, like she’s remembering who he is. The years have been good to both of them, grown up and going places.
He doesn’t spend the night, leaves around one. The party is still in full swing downstairs as he walks out into the night. His phone buzzes as he’s walking back towards his apartment, and he can’t help but grinning at the message from Danneel. ‘Don’t have to wait until Thanksgiving to check out your ass again, right???’
Author: taintedlove
Characters: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,000 words
Summary: AU. Jensen runs into his childhood best friend at college, just not in the way he expected.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, any resemblance to actual people, blah blah blah.
Author’s Note: Written for my favorite favorite favorite kathickers . Happy birthday, bb! A huge thank you to missyjack and mistyzeo for the betas, and shiplessheathen for the hand holding. <3 <3 <3
This isn’t the first time Jensen’s been caught staring at Danneel Harris. It also isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at Jared Padalecki. It is, however, the first time he’s been caught staring at them both, at the same time, while their tongues were in each other’s mouths. Jared's shirt is off, and Danneel's in just her panties and sheer white t shirt, outline of a lacy bra standing out as much as if she hadn't been wearing it at all.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says, stumbling backwards and tripping over... something. It’s not like he has enough brainpower to figure it out, okay? He had known, at the time, that those shots were a bad idea, but at the time he hadn’t realized they would be putting him in a situation like... This one. Obviously, the universe hates Jensen.
Jared is staring back at him, annoyance written all over his face. His hands haven’t moved from Danneel’s chest, and he seems to just be waiting for Jensen to clear out so he can pick up where he left off. Danneel’s looking at him too, but there’s something different glinting in her eyes.
You can’t know Danneel Harris without knowing she’s got a bit of a kinky side. You don’t even have to sleep with her to recognize it - it’s in her strut, the short skirts and low cut shirts. Jensen knew a different Danneel once upon a time, back when they were kids they had been inseparable. It was a classic story, their moms meeting at jazzercise, being born close together, growing up together, until Danneel had hit puberty and all of the sudden grew the best boobs in any of the three high schools in their city. She had never been one of those to pretend to ignore it, either. She was who she was, and her mama had always taught her to flaunt what she’s got.
What she had ignored, however, was Jensen. She seemed to have spinned over to a different orbit. She had joined the dance team, he was involved in the drama club, and they had gone their ways. He hardly ever saw her anymore, other than assemblies, where she would wave and wink at him, and those awkward family parties, where they were forced to make small talk. Either way, they had drifted out of each other's lives, and that was that. It was pretty much coincidence that they had ended up at the same college, even more that they were both at the same party. Jensen hadn't even known that Danneel knew Riley.
"Hey, buddy, do you mind?" Jared is obviously interested in making up for lost time, one of his hands slipping lower to tease at the bottom of Danneel's shirt, fingers brushing the hint if skin showing and oh, fuck. Jensen tears his eyes away before getting a punch in the face and walks out, throwing back one more "Sorry, my bad," over his shoulder. He closes the door and sneaks one more look as he's shutting it. Jared's mouthing at Danneel's neck, slipping a hand under her shirt to twist and pinch her nipple through her bra.
Danneel, though. She's still looking at the door, and she makes eye contact with Jensen as the door is sliding shut. He's pretty sure he imagines the moan that slips out of her mouth.
~~~
"Hey, so, hi." Of all the people Jensen had hoped to run into, Jared Padalecki was not especially high on the list. Probably somewhere between his grandma and high school science teacher. He's clothed, which puts them leaps and bounds ahead of where they were last time they saw each other, and instead of hot, burning testosterone seeping off of him, he's got a bit of a sheepish smile on his face. Of course, it probably wouldn't have gone over very well if he had been shirtless and hard in his jeans, seeing as how they were in their 10:30 history lecture. "Mind if I sit?" Jared gestures to the seat next to Jensen which, yeah, is empty, but then again, so is half the lecture hall.
Jensen shrugs, trying to concentrate on anything that isn't the guy sitting next to him. It's not like Jared isn't a nice guy, he probably is. He just, you know, left Jensen completely high and dry on the group project they had done a few weeks ago, attending football games instead of reading up on Kublai Khan, like he promised.
Jensen's not bitter. Really, he isn't.
Jared is biting at his lower lip, looking anywhere but Jensen. It's awkward, it's so awkward, and he's about to fake a phone call (he is nothing if not clever in the face of confrontation) when Jared turns to him and says, "So, it has come to my attention that I am a bit of an asshole." Jensen stares at him for a second, waiting for the punch line. Jared looks back, looking about as uncomfortable as Jensen feels. It's true, of course, but something about the tension in Jared's shoulders makes Jensen want to give him a break.
"Yeah," he says finally. "Most of us are when we're smashed. Can we not talk about this? Like, ever again?" And that should be the end of it. A casual bro to bro apology and brush off, but it's not.
Jared smiles, but it's still a bit tight. "So," he says, eyebrows raising and dimples showing. "You know Danneel?" Which is not exactly what Jared was expecting. He nods, and tells Jared about being friends as kids, and hoping desperately that Jared isn't feeling particularly like a caveman needing to mark his territory. But Jared just kind of smiles, and listens.
As they sit through the class, the painful awkwardness starts to slip away. Jared seems to have a problem keeping his keeping his mouth shut, and Jensen can’t stop himself from laughing at his commentary. They stand up together at the end of class, and Jensen is about to thank Jared for making a normally boring class much, much more entertaining, when Jared blurts out."How do you feel about, you know, threesomes?"
And Jensen’s brain short circuts. He tries to swallow a couple times but can’t get down any air.
“In general, or one specifically?” he finally manages. Jared laughs, and shoves his hands in his pockets, going back to staring at the floor.
“One in particular. Specifically,” he finally looks up at that, meeting Jensen’s eyes and, shit. “One with you and me and my girl.”
When Jensen doesn’t respond, Jared lets out a puff of breath. “Look, man, it’s not my usual M.O. either. In fact, I’m sort of freaking out about it. But Danneel, she’s really into it.” His reaches a long arm up to scratch the back of his neck. Jensen’s eyes track the movement.
Jared notices. His lips quirk just a little. “Tell you what. I’ll give you my number,” he bends down to write something on a scrap of paper, “and you let me know if you’re interested.” He slides the paper across the table to Jensen, and backs off. “If not, no pressure. Just, ya know,” he gives Jensen one of those dimpled grins, “think about it. It could be fun.” He winks and backs out of the room.
Yeah, like Jensen is going to be able to think of anything else.
~~~
Really, he should be proud of himself. He figures lesser men would’ve caved after only a few hours, but Jensen makes it a whole three days before using the number Jared gave him. It wasn’t much, just ‘time and place?’. Not over eager, at least. Jared texts back almost immediately, giving details about a party at Jared’s off campus house that Saturday. Nothing else, just the details and ‘see you then’. On the plus side, it’s done. He doesn’t have to worry about it. On the other hand, it’s not that second, so he’s got tons of time to do all that worrying that he doesn’t have to do.
~~~
The part is not glamorous. Jensen’s been to his fair share of college parties since he was a prospie, and through freshman and sophomore years. It’s not like these things change, honestly. His place at them, though, that’s new. Normally he’s in a corner, messing around with his phone, or in the kitchen hanging out with Chris and Riley. He’s not shy, really, just doesn’t believe in getting drunk just to get drunk. He likes to remember the names of the people he sleep with, thank you very much.
Tonight, though. He has started out on the back porch, a few beers warming him from the inside out. The desire to get flat out smashed burns low in his gut, but he doesn’t. He drinks slow and steady, making sure to gulp down as much water as booze. He makes a point of not compulsively checking his watch every two minutes, thank you very much. It’s not that he’s nervous, really. It’s just that, yeah, he’s not moves, but normally he only has to worry about impressing one person in bed, and now two? Not to mention, Jared is in his history class, so if this goes south, he’s going to have to run into this guy every day for the rest of the semester. Not to mention Danneel, going home every Thanksgiving and Christmas for the rest of their lives.
So, yeah. There’s a lot at stake. He gets up, wiping sweaty palms on his jeans, and heads towards the kitchen to grab another beer, and that’s when he sees it.
It’s deja vu, really. It’s Jared and Danneel grinding against each other, only this time to music and they’re wearing more clothes. They seem to be completely wrapped up in each other, hands wandering and eyes nearly closed, just feeling each other. Then Danneel’s eyes open, and land on Jensen. She grins, like a fucking Cheshire cat, and Jensen does his best to return it. Jared is still occupied mouthing at her neck, but she tilts her head, beckoning Jensen forward and looking like every kind of sin he had been taught to avoid. He gulps, reminds himself he is not a sixteen year old girl with a crush, and walks towards them.
He has kind of been hoping that they could get right to it, not bother with the small talk or awkward conversations that always had that weird undercurrent of ‘we’re about to fuck each other’s brains out’, but Danneel isn’t having it. She pulls Jensen in behind her, forcing him to move to the music. He isn’t sure what to put his hands, Jared’s are gripping low on her hips, where Jensen’ are itching to go, but there definitely isn’t enough there for two pairs of hands. Danneel senses his hesitation, and pulls one hand forward to rest low on her belly, letting out a breathy moan, and reaches the other one across to rest on Jared’s hip. The boys exchange a look over Danneel’s shoulder, but Jensen doesn’t get punched, so he figures it’s a win.
They bump and grind, both boys focusing more on her, not avoiding each other, exactly, but there are rules for this kind of thing. At least, he’s pretty sure. That guy on How I Met Your Mother said there were rules, and Neil Patrick Harris usually knows what’s up. They’re not even dancing so much as rubbing against each other now, hot and working each other up. Jensen is finally done with the foreplay, and leans forward to whisper in Danneel’s ear.
“This is great, don’t get me wrong,” his lips brush against the shell of her ear, and she stiffens just a little, “but I hear we’ve got something bigger on the agenda for tonight?”
Danneel responds immediately, yanking Jared out of his stupor and pulling him from the dance floor. She grabs Jensen’s hand on her way up the stairs, guiding the both of them to a bedroom on the second floor. Jensen doesn’t make eye contact with Jared.
Once they’re inside, Danneel wastes no time. She’s got Jensen pressed up against the door the second it’s closed, kissing him hard with the clank of teeth and lips and their bodies are flush together. Jared growls at them, and for a second Jensen is dead sure he’s going to get a punched in face for his efforts. Instead he hears out a grunted out “Fuck,” and suddenly feels arms wrap around Danneel and start moving upwards towards her chest. Jared is back to mouthing at her neck, sucking in a line of little bruises. Danneel tenses, and pulls her mouth away from Jensen’s long enough to let out a little gasp. Jensen doesn’t have time to think, just goes with his instinct. He pushes away from the door, away from the other two, and bends down to unlace his sneakers and take off his socks. Jared and Danneel are making out, and for a minute he thinks that’s that, it’s time for him to bow out gracefully, but then Danneel untangles herself from Jared and walks towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans as she goes. Both boys are speechless for a minute, just watching her shimmy out of the denim. She’s wearing panties, but just barely. She turns around and faces them, smirking as she pulls her tank top over her head. She climbs on the bed, leaning back into the pillows and pulling her knees up to her chest.
Jensen and Jared both start towards her at the same time, both desperate to get their hands, dicks, mouths, anything on her, but she shakes her head. “Nope. You’ve got to earn it,” and what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Jensen shoots a glance towards Jared, wondering if he has any better idea of what’s going on. He looks just as confused, though, and frustrated. Jensen gets the idea that he’s not one who’s used to being told no.
“The way I see it,” Danneel says, running a hand over her legs, the fucking tease, “I’ve got something you both want. So I am going to be calling the shots.” She grins again, and Jensen is just barely beginning to see the flaw in their plan. Jared, obviously, has never done this before, and Jensen hasn’t either. Danneel’s the only one who has any clue as to what goes on. Sure, Jensen’s seen his share of lesbian threesome porn, but a devil’s threesome was something completely out of his experience. It isn’t that he’s opposed to guys, he’ll swap blow jobs if he gets an offer, but with Danneel all spread out and almost naked? Jared’s a nice looking guy, sure, but Jensen doesn’t see how he’s going to be able to focus on anything other than those perfect breasts.
Jared is looking a little pale, though. Jensen gets the feeling that this is not a guy who’s ever even thought about something like this, and feels a little bad for him. He goes up to Jared slowly, like he’ll spook and run away if Jensen moves to fast. He leans in a little, trying to keep enough space between them that Jared won’t feel trapped, and runs a hand over his chest. His t shirt is thin enough that Jensen can feel every muscle ripple and bunch, responding to his touch even as Jared blushes. Still going slowly, Jensen lifts Jared’s shirt up and over his head, using the opportunity to get closer until they’re chest to chest.
“This is fuckin weird,” Jared says, smiling a little sheepishly, but he doesn’t back away. Jensen leans up a little, running his finger lightly over Jared’s chest and pecs and down his back, just enough to keep the current alive, and finally brushes his hands against the back of Jared’s neck, pulling him down just enough to press their lips together.
It’s pretty light, nothing electric or magical. It’s more like a question mark than an exclamation point, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. They take a minute to get aquainted with the feel of each other, Jared still unsure, but not backing away. When Jensen feels the tongue fluttering along the seam of his lips, he opens up, letting Jared explore and map out his mouth, only offering up enough resistance to make it interesting. Jared picks up fast, starting to let his hands wander. Two sets of hands wander over two sets of bodies, and when Jared is finally starting to seem relaxed and more confident, he tugs Jensen’s shirt up and over his head.
Danneel lets out a hiss of breath, and both boys jerk back to look at her. She had been busy while they were getting comfortable with each other, one hand slipped down her underwear and the other playing tracing designs on her bare stomach. Jensen’s cock jumps at just the sight of it. He knows it should be a little weird, seeing his childhood best friend naked and wet and getting off on him kissing another dude, but hey. That’s what college is, right?
“Blow him, Jared.” It’s not a request, it’s not an invitation. Jared moans a little, and palms his own cock through his jeans. Jensen knows pretty much how he feels. Jared sinks down, kneeling awkwardly in front of Jensen, fingers fumbling on the button and zipper. He finally gets it and slides Jensen’s jeans and underwear down a little, not so much that he’ll stumble, but enough to get access, and audibly gulps when he sees Jensen’s cock.
“Just like eating out a girl, dude. It’s easier if you don’t think about it,” Jensen says.
Jared looks up at him, cocky confidence returning. He winks at Jensen, pushes him back against the door, then leans forward, letting his breath ghost over Jensen’s dick. Jensen groans at the sensation, the anticipation, all of it. Jared’s tongue darts out, lapping at the head of Jensen’s dick and down the sides and it’s all he can do to keep his hips still, to not jerk towards the feeling. Jared finally opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Jensen, there and overwhelming and not nearly enough and Jensen can’t stand it, he snaps his hips forward. Jared looks up at him with what has to be a bitch face, but it’s hard to look reprimanding when you’ve got a face full of cock. He grabs at Jensen’s hips, pushing him back against the door and holding him in place, and fuck if that isn’t as hot as anything else.
It’s not like it’s the best blow job he’s ever gotten, Jared clearly isn’t entirely sure what he’s doing. Soon enough, though, he learns to wrap a hand around all of Jensen that he can’t take in, and when he swallows a bit, breathing through his nose, Jensen wants to moan at the feeling of his throat constricting around his dick. His eyes are locked on Danneel, spread out on the bed and rubbing herself through the cotton of her underwear, Jensen can see they’re soaking wet even from the other side of the room. She dips one finger inside herself, rubbing just right, and, without taking her eyes off of her boyfriend and Jensen, lifts the finger up to her mouth to taste herself.
Two more seconds and that’s it, lights out. He has enough brainpower to pull Jared off in time, not even paying attention to the “The fuck, man!” before he’s got a hand wrapped around himself and his dick is pulsing, come spurting out in thick globs. He’s glad he’s been backed against the door, his knees a little weak as he leans against the door, breathing hard. Jared’s looking at him, a little dazed, and gives him a ‘thanks for that’ smile. Jensen feels for the guy, giving your first blow job is hard enough, no one should be forced to swallow on round one. Jensen winks at him and nods to the bed, where Danneel is writhing on her own fingers, letting out little pants of breath, still looking at the two of them. She waves Jared over with her free hand, and he’s up so fast his head has to spin.
Jensen watches as Jared sits on the bed and pulls Danneel on top of him, hears her grunt as she sinks down onto him. They find a perfect rhythm pretty fast, and it’s pretty damn spectacular, watching them fuck into each other like they’re starved for it. Danneel’s legs are wrapped around Jared’s waist, and he claws at her back, pulling her closer and pushing himself deeper. Jensen finally gets enough energy to stand up, and walks up behind Danneel. He reaches down to unhook her bra, she lets go of Jared and leans back into Jensen, letting him slip the flimsy fabric down her arms and he pulls her back into his chest, hands cupping her breasts. Jared just watches, leaning back onto the bed for leverage. When Jensen’s fingers find Danneel’s nipples and pinch lightly, she’s gone. Jensen had figured, theoretically, that she would be a screamer, always going for the dramatic, and she doesn’t disappoint. She shrieks, letting out a string of words that made even Jensen blush.
That’s it for Jared, too, feeling her clench around him is all it takes for him to be thrusting up once, twice more and then he’s reaching for her, pulling her down into him hard and tensing all over. He finally falls back, pulling Danneel down on top of him and breathing hard. Danneel rolls off of him, sprawling on the bed, thoroughly worn out. Jensen just stands for a minute, appreciating the view. He walks around the room for a minute, staring at the pictures on the walls, humming to the beat of the music coming up from down stairs. He tries to look natural, but he is pretty unsure of what to do now. Danneel opens her eyes and reaches a hand out for him, pulling him down.
She’s looking at him, smiling a little. “Stay a while? Wouldn’t want to deprive you of that awkward morning after experience.”
Half of Jensen wants to bow out, kiss both of them and head home. Heaven knows he needs some sleep after that. But then Jared leans up on one elbow, and grins at him, letting Jensen know that the offer really is from both of them, and Jensen figures, why not? It’s either deal with it now or in History Monday morning, and fuck that shit.
Jensen lies down next to her, letting his hands wander over her chest, stomach, throat. He leans forward and lets his mouth close over one nipple, tongue swirling, licking up the sweat. Danneel makes a noise that’s half laugh, half groan, and pushes his head away.
“Too soon, asshole,” she says, but her hand doesn’t leave his face. Jared’s already nearly passed out next to Danneel, he would be one of those guys. Danneel and Jensen stay up for a while, talking, catching up. Jensen can’t shake the feeling that it should be so weird, curling up with the little girl he grew up with, naked on a bed, hands trailing lightly over each other. It had been long enough that he can distinguish the two most of the time, but she does things every once in a while that remind him of who she used to be. He can tell that she’s feeling the same, giving him strange looks every once in a while, like she’s remembering who he is. The years have been good to both of them, grown up and going places.
He doesn’t spend the night, leaves around one. The party is still in full swing downstairs as he walks out into the night. His phone buzzes as he’s walking back towards his apartment, and he can’t help but grinning at the message from Danneel. ‘Don’t have to wait until Thanksgiving to check out your ass again, right???’