Spiked! Part 12
Title: Spiked! The VolleyVerse Part 12
Author: texankate
Pairings/Characters: J-squared, Chris/Steve, Usual Suspects OFCs, OMCs.
Rating: Up to NC17 in places
Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,. In other words: complete and utter fiction. I own nothing but my twisted and sordid little brain. I even had to borrow my disclaimer.
Warning: Angst, drama, character death. Flagrant disregard of USVA reality.
Summary: When Jensen meets Mac's new volleyball coach, he falls head over heels in lust. Can they overcome misunderstanding and tragedy and find their way to each other?
Jared lived in a townhome in a quiet residential neighborhood, not so different from the one Jensen called home. Jensen parked on the street and climbed out of his truck, bottle of wine in hand. He stared at the front door, suddenly unable to move. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Jared, to be with him. He was just so scared that something else would go wrong. That Jared wasn't exactly as he seemed.
With those doubts in his head, the last thing he needed to see was Sandy slipping out of Jared's front door. He especially didn't need to see the guilty look on her face when she spotted Jensen. Just friends. Jared had told him they were just friends. He wasn't sure what look was on his face, but it must have been stricken, because she hurried over to him with her hands out in a placating manner.
"Okay, I don't know what's running through your head, but it doesn't look good," she said. The guilty look was replaced by a worried frown.
"What are you…"
"Okay, if you're going to bolt, I'm going to kick your ass. Really. I may be little, but I will end you, boy," she said.
Jensen stopped short. That was unexpected. "What?"
"He has been freaking out all day about this, trying to make everything perfect. He dragged me away from an afternoon with my boyfriend to come over here and help him cook. The dogs are hiding in the living room, afraid that 'daddy went crazy.' You do like pasta, right? He started freaking out that maybe you had some deep-seated fear of noodles and you would hate him for making lasagna. If you bolt now, after everything, he will be crushed. So tell me, do I have to break out the five inch stilettos of ass-whoopery, or are you going to go in there, have a nice dinner with a guy who is crazy about you, and then have lots of hot steamy sex?" She finally had to stop to catch her breath. She looked at him expectantly.
"Uh. I guess I choose lasagna and sex?"
"Good. Smart man. Mac and I would hate to have to double team you," Sandy said. Her frown was replaced by a dazzling smile. "He's really happy. He likes you a lot."
"And you're okay with that?"
"Of course I'm okay with that. We were never together. Trust me, he is as gay as Judy Garland and jazz hands. And he only has eyes for you. I've been friends with Jared since we were Mac's age, and he is one of my favorite people on the planet. He's not had the easiest time of it, with his parents and all. But I think you two are good for one another. Just don't fuck it up," she added, eyes narrowing.
"I'll do my best."
"Good. Cleaning blood off of stilettos is hard work," Sandy said with a smile that made Jensen more than a little nervous. "Now go in there and tell him how cute his outfit is and that dinner smells amazing."
"Uh. Yes ma'am."
Sandy gave him another of her huge hugs, which he returned without reservation for the first time. She climbed into a shiny silver convertible, and drove off with a cheery wave.
It took Jensen a moment to regroup. He knew at some point, if things with Jared were ever going to work, he'd have to deal with his trust and jealousy issues. He just hoped that Jared had the patience to stick with him while he did.
But back to the issue at hand. Cute outfit. Great dinner. Hot sex. That seemed like a great plan.
Jensen walked up to the door and rang the bell. He heard barking and nails clattering on a hard floor. Then he heard Jared talking in a soft voice, and then the unlocking of the front door. Jensen stepped back and watched as three heads poked out of the doorway and he was regarded with three sets of puppy dog eyes.
"Jensen!" Jared exclaimed. "You're here!"
"Yep. I brought wine," Jensen said, holding up the bottle.
"Cool. Get back Harley!" Jared said, pulling the larger of the two dogs away from the door. "Come on Sadie. Please come in, Jensen."
Jared manhandled the dogs away from the door so Jensen could step inside. As soon as the door closed behind him, the dogs managed to squirm around their master and check out their guest. They hopped around, sniffing and head-butting Jensen's legs until he knelt down to introduce himself.
"Hey there, kids. You must be Harley," Jensen said, scratching the bigger dog behind the ear. The smaller, daintier of the two nuzzled his other hand. Jensen handed Jared the wine, and then scratched her under the chin. "And you must be Sadie."
"I think you've got a couple of new fans," Jared said, a blinding grin on his face. "The girls are going to have to learn to share."
Jensen returned the grin. "Well, these two don't weird me out nearly as much as the girls do when they ogle me."
"Can't blame 'em," Jared said. "I like ogling you too."
"What am I? Just a piece of meat?"
"No. You're like the dainty princess who inspires knights to win battles. Except you're not a chick, and you just inspire us to win games," Jared said, taking Jensen's hand and pulling him to his feet.
"Thank you for noticing that I'm not a chick," Jensen said.
"Trust me, I noticed that first thing," Jared said, his voice dropping an octave.
Tingles ran up and down Jensen's spine. He noticed that Jared was still holding his hand, and he gave those long fingers a gentle squeeze. He remembered Sandy's advice.
"You look amazing," Jensen said. She'd been right; his clothes looked downright delectable on him. The tight t-shirt did little to disguise Jared's toned muscles, and the dark jeans fit his ass to perfection.
"Not so bad yourself," Jared said, stepping closer. He reached up to cup Jensen's cheek, then slipped his hand behind Jensen's head to pull him in for a gentle kiss.
"We can skip dinner if you want," Jensen offered, pressing his body against Jared's. "We can go straight to dessert." God, he wanted Jared naked in the next ten seconds.
"Sorry, man. I've been slaving over a hot stove all afternoon, and I'll be damned if it goes to waste," Jared said, though he made no move to pull back. "Besides, I really do think we should eat first. Athletes always carbo-load before long, sweaty, marathon-length events." He punctuated his statement with kisses on Jensen's forehead, nose, and mouth.
"Well, you're the professional," Jensen admitted. "I'd be an idiot not to follow your advice."
"Good. So follow my advice and my ass into the kitchen," Jared said, finally stepping away.
Jared's kitchen was full of rich aromas. The dining area to the side had a table set with a nice cloth, sparkling dishes, wine glasses, a basket of bread, and a couple of candles. Jensen gave a small gasp at all of the effort Jared had put into the evening. Any doubts or qualms he might have had vanished with the grin on Jared's face when he realized that Jensen was impressed.
"I go all out for the important things in life," Jared said, pressing up against Jensen's back and wrapping his arms around Jensen's waist. He dropped a soft kiss on Jensen's shoulder. "Not going too fast, are we?"
"Not at all," Jensen said. He turned in Jared's embrace and leaned up for a kiss. A few breathless moments later, Jared pulled away.
"Dinner first. Then I drag you off to the bedroom," Jared said, panting slightly.
"Then let's eat."
The food was incredible. Jared did admit that Sandy had come over to help, and blushed bright red at his confession, much to Jensen's delight. To put them back on even footing, Jensen admitted that Mac helped pick out his outfit. Jared grinned and grabbed Jensen's hand, pulling it up to give his fingers a small kiss.
After dinner Jensen helped Jared clear away the dishes. Jensen then went into the living room with his wine while Jared took the dogs out for one last walk, trying to pre-empt any distractions for the rest of the evening.
When they came back inside, Jared unhooked the leashes and hung them up on a hook by the door and came to stand in the door to the living room. Without a word said, Jensen stood up and crossed the room, coming to a stop with barely an inch between their bodies.
"I still haven't seen the rest of the house," he said. "As a good host, I think you should take me on the grand tour."
Jared swallowed visibly. "Sure thing." He grabbed Jensen's hand and pulled him into the hall. "Guest bath, guest room, linen closet, and oh. Here's the last stop on the tour. Master bedroom." He turned and pushed Jensen up against the wall. "I think I want to give you a detailed tour of that room."
"Please do," Jensen gasped right before Jared crushed their mouths together.
Jared opened the bedroom door and tugged Jensen inside. They managed to shuffle to the bed, bodies glued together as they kissed. Jared spun them around and herded Jensen until the backs of his knees hit the bed.
Jensen moaned as Jared grabbed the bottom of his shirt, untucking the nicely pressed button-down from Jensen's slacks. Long fingers ventured underneath the fabric, stroking up and down Jensen's sides and sending shivers up and down his back.
Not content to let Jared do all of the exploring, Jensen reached down to grab the hem of Jared's tee, pulling it up and breaking their kisses long enough to pull it over Jared's head. Jensen stared, dumbstruck at the sight before him.
Golden skin, acres of it, stretched over taut muscles. He leaned in and nuzzled Jared's chest, then pressed soft, wet kisses along his collarbone. Jared's hand came up and cupped the back of Jensen's head as it dipped back down, allowing Jensen to take one of Jared's pebbled nipples into his mouth.
"Jen," Jared gasped, gripping Jensen's hips. "Oh God, please."
"Shh," Jensen whispered. "Gonna make you feel so good, Jared."
He kissed his way down Jared's torso, until he was on his knees, staring directly at Jared's tented jeans. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached up and popped open the button on Jared's jeans, and then slid down the zipper. Jared moaned as Jensen stripped his jeans down, until the thin layer of his boxers was the only thing separating Jared's cock from Jensen's lips.
"Gonna taste you, Jay," Jensen said. Jared shivered, but Jensen wasn't sure if it was from the nickname, what he was saying, or from the ghosting of his breath across Jared's cock.
"Please," Jared groaned.
"I've got you." Jensen reached back up to grab the waistband of Jared's boxers, teasing them down inch by inch. When he had them around Jared's ankles, he pulled Jared down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving Jensen to gaze at the sight before him.
Proportionality was a wondrous thing. Jared's cock was as tall, sleek, and beautiful as the man himself. Jensen couldn't suppress a moan of anticipation at the sight, and he was gratified to see the organ in question twitch at the sound.
"So fucking gorgeous," Jensen mumbled. He leaned forward and licked a broad stripe along Jared's cock, pausing at the end to suckle on the tip for a few seconds. He stopped long enough to grin in triumph at the whimpers spilling out of Jared's mouth.
He felt long fingers twine in his hair as he took Jared back into his mouth. He worked his way down the shaft a little at a time. By the time his nose was buried in the dark crinkly hair at the base, he was thanking The Powers That Be for his minimal gag reflex.
He cut his eyes up to Jared's face, and took in the lust-blown eyes and the mouth sagging open. He swallowed around Jared, and watched his tongue dart out to lick his lips as he moaned.
Jensen kept up a continuous firm suction as he backed off, stopping when just the leaking head was still in his mouth. His tongue darted out to massage the small ridge just underneath the head, knowing how good it felt. He was rewarded by another spurt of pre-cum and the tightening of Jared's fingers in his hair. He pulled off with an obscene pop.
"That's it, Jay," he said. "So fucking beautiful. Want you so much." He dipped his head down and went back to work.
He wanted to take his time. He did. But the sweet filth coming out of Jared's mouth combined with the gentle tugs on his hair spurred him on, until Jared arched up off of the bed, crying out Jensen's name as he poured his seed down Jensen's throat. Jensen kept on suckling, wanting every drop, until Jared finally pulled his head off, and tugged him up for a kiss.
Jensen's cock brushed against Jared's thighs, and he nearly came at the sensation, bucking his hips forward. Jared's hands found them, however, and kept Jensen still against his body as he plundered Jensen's mouth.
"My turn," he growled, using the leverage of greater height and weight to flip Jensen over onto his back. "Gonna make you scream."
Jensen nearly came at that, the deep voice resonating throughout his body. He wanted, needed, to come. His hips bucked up, searching for some sort of friction. Jared's hands gripped him tightly, though, and held him still.
"Nuh-uh, Jen," Jared said, nuzzling Jensen's neck. "Gonna take my time. Wanted you for so long. Gonna make this one count." He gripped Jensen's hips even tighter, and Jensen moaned at the thought of enormous fingerprints marking him for all to see.
And then it was Jensen's turn to wrap his fingers in Jared's hair, loving the feeling of the silky strands swirling between his fingers. Jared peppered his chest with kisses, pausing to suck his nipples until Jensen cried out in frustration. Jared just soothed the abused nubs with his tongue, and then continued downward, spending long moments fucking Jensen's bellybutton with his tongue while Jensen resorted to begging.
Jared bypassed Jensen's weeping cock and moved down to his thighs, kissing and swirling his tongue across the soft skin. Jensen took advantage of Jared's distraction and reached for his cock, desperate for release. He groaned in frustration when Jared's hand snaked up and closed around his wrist.
Jared crawled up his body, still holding on to Jensen's wrist, until they were face to face.
"Do. Not. Move," Jared growled.
Jensen gulped, and resolved to do just that. Jared reached one of his long arms out to the bedside table and opened the middle drawer. Still looking Jensen in the eyes, he rummaged round until he found what he needed. He gave Jensen a deep kiss and a grin, then moved back down his body, quickly retracing his earlier path of kisses.
Jensen shivered when he heard a bottle cap snap open. Moments later, he felt cool, slippery fingers probing at his entrance. He spread his legs wider, trying to expedite the process. He needed Jared, and he needed him soon.
Jared kissed Jensen's belly as he continued to work long fingers in and out, gently stretching him open. Soon enough, the kisses were intermingled with more of the sweet filth he was so very good at.
"So tight, Jen. Love how you feel around my fingers. So hot and tight. Gonna feel so good around my cock," Jared whispered. "Can't wait to be inside of you. Fill you up, baby."
Jensen shivered at the endearment. In a few more strokes, Jared found his prostate and proceeded to abuse it, stroke after stroke. When his mouth finally enveloped Jensen's cock, it was only seconds before Jensen erupted into his mouth, screaming his release. Jared kept suckling him throughout, until it was slightly painful. Only then did he let it slip out of his mouth. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Jensen.
"Told you I'd make you scream," he said with a smirk.
Jensen was totally unable to string together enough words to make a smartass reply. Besides, he couldn't be too mad at Jared for stating the obvious.
Jared sat back on his heels and reached down to pick up a condom. He ripped the package opened, and then proceeded to roll it down his cock. Jensen watched with heavy-lidded eyes, marveling at the rate his cock seemed to be regaining interest in the proceedings.
Jared coated himself with more lube, and then grabbed Jensen's legs. He wrapped one of them around his waist, and slung the other over his shoulder, reaching over to place a sweet kiss on Jensen's leg. He reached down and, never breaking eye contact with Jensen, guided himself into Jensen's hole.
"Fuck, Jen," he moaned, once the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle.
Jensen had seen how big Jared was, up close and personal. He was expecting the burn at being split open, but he hadn't realized how good it would feel. It had been a long time since he'd been with anybody, but his body responded as if it were made for Jared. As if it never had known another's touch, and never would.
Jared slid in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until he was buried completely inside of Jensen. Jensen's leg dropped down from Jared's shoulder to join the one wrapped around his waist. He pulled Jared down into a fierce kiss. Jared worked his hand between them and stroked Jensen's half-hard cock until it was standing at attention.
"Move, Jay," Jensen begged, once the kiss was broken. "Please."
Jared kissed him again as he slid out just as slowly. A few more cautious strokes, however, and he was ready to speed up. He set a steady pace that had Jensen moaning and whimpering, hitting his prostate on every other slide. Jensen gripped Jared's biceps as the pace quickened and Jared slowly lost control.
Every snap of his hips now drove him across Jensen's sweet spot. Jensen had moved beyond words to a desperate keening sound as Jared pounded into him.
Too soon, Jared's rhythm faltered. His hips stuttered once, then twice, and he reached up to tug on Jensen's cock. A few quick flicks of Jared's wrist had Jensen coming, and the tight ripples that sent down Jared's cock sent him over the edge. He threw back his head and bellowed his release, shuddering violently.
Jensen felt empty and strangely bereft when Jared pulled out of him. The taller man flopped onto his back and quickly removed the condom, tying it off and flinging it in the general direction of the wastebasket. Then he reached over and pulled Jensen to him, tucking him against his side so that Jensen's head was resting on his shoulder. When Jensen squirmed, Jared looked down at him.
"I told you last night. I wanted to fuck you, then cuddle you," Jared said with an exasperated sigh.
"And then fuck me again, if I remember correctly," Jensen smirked.
"Yep. Don’t worry, the night is young. But the cuddling is non-negotiable, so get used to it," Jared said, pulling Jensen a little closer.
Jensen supposed he could try. He settled in next to Jared, and realized that for the first time in months, no, years, he felt safe and happy, and all was right in his world.
Jensen Ackles loved his baby sister. He did. Really. She was amazing and brave and beautiful. From ballet to ice skating to volleyball, she'd led him down a long and twisting road until they'd both found something to make their lives complete. She'd led him to Jared. And that was worth more than any championship under the sun.
Chapter 13