entry 071 - all summer long [8/14]
Title: All Summer Long
Author: jamie_love13
Beta-Edited: Madison, but not for this chapter
Pairings/Characters: Plausible Jensen/Misha, Mentioned Tom/Mike
Word Count: 1,667 Words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Misha tries to con his way into Jensen's pants while Jared and Tom have a talk.
Disclaimer: Definitely don't own.
Warnings: None. Wow.
Notes: I'm sorry this took forever to get posted. After my last post, my computer kind of broke, saying my internet adapter wasn't there, and I have no clue how to fix it, so I need to buy a new one. Any idea's would be nice. I'm using the school laptop right now, and will try my hardest to get a new chapter out every weekday. Thanks for being so patient, guys!
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Jensen can’t believe what he had just seen. He knows that by fucking Tom so blatantly in front of Jared something might have happened, he just never expected it to be this - and damn it all to hell if seeing it doesn’t make his heart clench in anger and jealousy. He wonders if this is what Jared felt like, when he saw Jensen walk into the cabin with Tom, and he has to stop that thought, because surely Jared wouldn’t have been as cruel as Jensen enough to have sex with Mike.
Running his hands through his hair, Jensen looks towards the cabin once more, biting his lip in an emotion he doesn’t understand. He can feel the weight of someone’s eyes on him, and when he turns, he notices Misha looking at him with a smirk, and he has to arch his eyebrow in confusion.
“What?” He questions, gruffly, running his hands through his hair again and letting out a deep puff of air, glancing back at Misha when he hears him laughing. He looks back towards the cabin, especially when he hears the loud bangs and moans and he can feel the jealousy raging through him, has no idea what he wants to do about this.
“Why not just fuck me?” Misha says, and Jensen has to stop and pause for a minute, because, what? He looks over towards Misha one more time, arches his eyebrow even higher than before and tries hard not to laugh.
“Why would I want to do that, Meesh?” He snorts, flexing his muscles and stretching them before laying on the grass. He can feel Misha lay on top of him and he’s feeling a little hesitant about that, unsure of what Misha’s currently on, especially when he can feel how hard Misha is.
“Misha?” He says hesitantly, unsure of anything right now, thinking Misha was only a friend. Next thing he knows, Misha is kissing his neck, moaning into him and he can see Jared walk out with Mike, can see Jared notice the kind of position he’s in and can see the jealousy coursing through his eyes.
“Make Jared jealous?” And when he feels Misha nod against him, he wraps his arms around his friend and moans, arching himself into Misha’s body, thrusting. He tries hard not to think about Jared, not to even look at Jared, but he finds it nearly impossible, especially when he can hear the choked sob that he recognizes as Jared’s. He wants to stop this then, wants to push Misha off of him, go to Jared, tell him how sorry he is for everything, but before he even knows it, Misha has his pants off, and is taking off his own pants, and he can see Jared staring in shock and horror, and he doesn’t know what to do.
He can feel Misha thrusting, and next thing he knows, he’s facing Jared, in Misha’s lap, Misha thrusting into him and he can’t look away from the train wreck that is this day, can’t look away from the pain of Jared’s face, knowing that what he’s doing is killing the one man he loves more than anything.
He whimpers, can feel his balls tightening, knows it isn’t Misha, knows it’s all Jared, reminiscing of the good times they had had whilst together, knows that remembering those days is what is making him come at that moment. He realizes Misha has stopped thrusting, has begun looking at him with a look of shock on his face and Jensen’s confused, Misha’s walking away and Jared’s gone. For good.
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Jared doesn’t know how to feel, not since it’s been a good two days since he fucked Mike after Jensen fucked Tom, who then fucked Misha to get back at Jared for fucking Mike. His mind is a complete whirlwind of thoughts and he has no idea what the hell to do, he really doesn’t. He’s currently sitting on the front porch, a beer bottle in his hand, peeling the label that’s around the bottle. He can feel his heart hammering away in his body, and all he wants to do is calm it the fuck down and lay on his bed, forgetting everything that’s gone on in the past little while.
He sighs, stretching his legs as he watches the sun set. He can hear people talking to one another in the kitchen and living room of the cabin, but he’s feeling way too anti-social to do anything other than sit here and mope about what’s going on in his life. He looks up at the sun again, sees the pinks and purples of the sky and he sighs one more time, just because he can, and tilts his head back, up against the gazebo he’s on.
By doing so, he sees Tom standing behind him and his heart clenches. Jared knows it’s because he’s pissed, and he feels like he has every reason to be. They may have broken up but no one knew that minus a few people, a few people which didn’t include Jensen. - And that means Jensen had fucked Tom, thinking Tom was with Jared, and Tom had let Jensen do so. He glares at Tom feeling the anger of that, and just the anger of Tom hurting Mike, hell, hurting him, bubble through his blood.
“We need to talk, Jay.” Tom says and Jared definitely does not snarl at that, does not bare his teeth in anger, does not feel like just because Tom fucked Jensen doesn’t mean he gets to call him Jensen’s nickname for him. Jared wants to act like a petulant child but knows that doing so isn’t really in his maturity level and instead, just nods his head and looks down, clenching his fists.
“So then fucking talk,” he says instead, needing to get some of his anger out and he can tell instantly that Tom understands how angry he is about everything. He can feel the coldness of the weather settling through his bones and he shivers, wishing he had a better sweater to seek comfort in. The one he’s wearing now is pretty thin, a spare one he had just pulled out of his drawer and into his bag when he had packed, and he’s definitely regretting not taking out another sweater for tonight instead of the thing he was wearing now.
“I’m sorry, Jared -“ Tom begins and Jared has to try hard not to snort at that, and it’s obvious he doesn’t try hard enough because Tom looks down at him, biting his lip with a guilty look in his eyes. Jared wants to forgive him but he’s so angry right now, so full of angst that he just can’t be around anyone, let alone talk to Tom about the one thing that killed him most.
“No, don’t you fucking do that to me, Jared,” Tom says, seething and Jared looks up at that, can see how angry Tom is getting at him and he really just wants to fucking laugh at that.
“I’m allowed to get angry, Tom, you slept with fucking Jensen, while... while fucking courting Mike, one of my closest friends since this mess occurred, even though you promised you wouldn’t,” Jared shouts, his fists white because of all of the clenching he’s been doing with them, and he takes himself off of the gazebo bench, pacing the small porch area he’s taking up.
“And I’m sorry, okay?! I realize it was the biggest mistake, Jared, but you knew from the start that I found him attractive---“
“And what makes it okay that you fucked the guy that did all that shit to me, that I’m still fucking in love with?” Jared screams, knowing that everything is silent inside the cabin, and praying, against all hopes and odds, that Jensen’s not with everyone else. He can feel the tears in his eyes, and wipes them away angrily, just wants to leave everything behind and go home, go under his blankets on his bed and never fucking come out.
He sees Tom open and close his mouth like a fish out of water, and he flops down onto the steps of the porch, burying his head in his hands, shaking gently. He can feel Tom sit beside him, can feel Tom’s arm go around his shoulders, burying him into Tom and Jared’s kind of thankful, just wanting the fucking comfort that he hasn’t had in a long-ass time.
“You had sex with Mike,” Jared hears Tom whisper, and he knows that Tom is equally broken up about that as Jared was with Jensen. He nods his head, regret heavy in his heart and draws circles onto Tom’s skin, sighing, which, he is realizing, he does a lot of.
“Mike’s idea, was going to say no but I saw you and Jensen and just... got jealous,” Jared says, his eyes think with water from crying. He feels Tom nod his head, feels Tom grasp his hand and kiss it lightly on the side, and he snuggles closer to Tom.
“I wish things were different,” he says, wanting so badly for that to come true, to know what it was like without all of this pain that was currently residing in his heart.
“You and me both, Jared, you and me both.” Tom says, rubbing Jared’s arm and it’s warm, comforting but it isn’t Jensen and they both know this.
“It hurt, seeing you come out with him, Tom. And I think, I think I just wanted to make you feel as bad as you made me feel, but that would have been so cruel.” Jared says suddenly, biting his lip and pulling away from Tom’s warm embrace. He’s pretty sure he sees the curtains to the kitchen close. and he’s pretty sure he saw the familiar color of Jense’s eyes but he ignores it and soon enough, finds himself falling asleep
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Author: jamie_love13
Beta-Edited: Madison, but not for this chapter
Pairings/Characters: Plausible Jensen/Misha, Mentioned Tom/Mike
Word Count: 1,667 Words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Misha tries to con his way into Jensen's pants while Jared and Tom have a talk.
Disclaimer: Definitely don't own.
Warnings: None. Wow.
Notes: I'm sorry this took forever to get posted. After my last post, my computer kind of broke, saying my internet adapter wasn't there, and I have no clue how to fix it, so I need to buy a new one. Any idea's would be nice. I'm using the school laptop right now, and will try my hardest to get a new chapter out every weekday. Thanks for being so patient, guys!
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Jensen can’t believe what he had just seen. He knows that by fucking Tom so blatantly in front of Jared something might have happened, he just never expected it to be this - and damn it all to hell if seeing it doesn’t make his heart clench in anger and jealousy. He wonders if this is what Jared felt like, when he saw Jensen walk into the cabin with Tom, and he has to stop that thought, because surely Jared wouldn’t have been as cruel as Jensen enough to have sex with Mike.
Running his hands through his hair, Jensen looks towards the cabin once more, biting his lip in an emotion he doesn’t understand. He can feel the weight of someone’s eyes on him, and when he turns, he notices Misha looking at him with a smirk, and he has to arch his eyebrow in confusion.
“What?” He questions, gruffly, running his hands through his hair again and letting out a deep puff of air, glancing back at Misha when he hears him laughing. He looks back towards the cabin, especially when he hears the loud bangs and moans and he can feel the jealousy raging through him, has no idea what he wants to do about this.
“Why not just fuck me?” Misha says, and Jensen has to stop and pause for a minute, because, what? He looks over towards Misha one more time, arches his eyebrow even higher than before and tries hard not to laugh.
“Why would I want to do that, Meesh?” He snorts, flexing his muscles and stretching them before laying on the grass. He can feel Misha lay on top of him and he’s feeling a little hesitant about that, unsure of what Misha’s currently on, especially when he can feel how hard Misha is.
“Misha?” He says hesitantly, unsure of anything right now, thinking Misha was only a friend. Next thing he knows, Misha is kissing his neck, moaning into him and he can see Jared walk out with Mike, can see Jared notice the kind of position he’s in and can see the jealousy coursing through his eyes.
“Make Jared jealous?” And when he feels Misha nod against him, he wraps his arms around his friend and moans, arching himself into Misha’s body, thrusting. He tries hard not to think about Jared, not to even look at Jared, but he finds it nearly impossible, especially when he can hear the choked sob that he recognizes as Jared’s. He wants to stop this then, wants to push Misha off of him, go to Jared, tell him how sorry he is for everything, but before he even knows it, Misha has his pants off, and is taking off his own pants, and he can see Jared staring in shock and horror, and he doesn’t know what to do.
He can feel Misha thrusting, and next thing he knows, he’s facing Jared, in Misha’s lap, Misha thrusting into him and he can’t look away from the train wreck that is this day, can’t look away from the pain of Jared’s face, knowing that what he’s doing is killing the one man he loves more than anything.
He whimpers, can feel his balls tightening, knows it isn’t Misha, knows it’s all Jared, reminiscing of the good times they had had whilst together, knows that remembering those days is what is making him come at that moment. He realizes Misha has stopped thrusting, has begun looking at him with a look of shock on his face and Jensen’s confused, Misha’s walking away and Jared’s gone. For good.
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Jared doesn’t know how to feel, not since it’s been a good two days since he fucked Mike after Jensen fucked Tom, who then fucked Misha to get back at Jared for fucking Mike. His mind is a complete whirlwind of thoughts and he has no idea what the hell to do, he really doesn’t. He’s currently sitting on the front porch, a beer bottle in his hand, peeling the label that’s around the bottle. He can feel his heart hammering away in his body, and all he wants to do is calm it the fuck down and lay on his bed, forgetting everything that’s gone on in the past little while.
He sighs, stretching his legs as he watches the sun set. He can hear people talking to one another in the kitchen and living room of the cabin, but he’s feeling way too anti-social to do anything other than sit here and mope about what’s going on in his life. He looks up at the sun again, sees the pinks and purples of the sky and he sighs one more time, just because he can, and tilts his head back, up against the gazebo he’s on.
By doing so, he sees Tom standing behind him and his heart clenches. Jared knows it’s because he’s pissed, and he feels like he has every reason to be. They may have broken up but no one knew that minus a few people, a few people which didn’t include Jensen. - And that means Jensen had fucked Tom, thinking Tom was with Jared, and Tom had let Jensen do so. He glares at Tom feeling the anger of that, and just the anger of Tom hurting Mike, hell, hurting him, bubble through his blood.
“We need to talk, Jay.” Tom says and Jared definitely does not snarl at that, does not bare his teeth in anger, does not feel like just because Tom fucked Jensen doesn’t mean he gets to call him Jensen’s nickname for him. Jared wants to act like a petulant child but knows that doing so isn’t really in his maturity level and instead, just nods his head and looks down, clenching his fists.
“So then fucking talk,” he says instead, needing to get some of his anger out and he can tell instantly that Tom understands how angry he is about everything. He can feel the coldness of the weather settling through his bones and he shivers, wishing he had a better sweater to seek comfort in. The one he’s wearing now is pretty thin, a spare one he had just pulled out of his drawer and into his bag when he had packed, and he’s definitely regretting not taking out another sweater for tonight instead of the thing he was wearing now.
“I’m sorry, Jared -“ Tom begins and Jared has to try hard not to snort at that, and it’s obvious he doesn’t try hard enough because Tom looks down at him, biting his lip with a guilty look in his eyes. Jared wants to forgive him but he’s so angry right now, so full of angst that he just can’t be around anyone, let alone talk to Tom about the one thing that killed him most.
“No, don’t you fucking do that to me, Jared,” Tom says, seething and Jared looks up at that, can see how angry Tom is getting at him and he really just wants to fucking laugh at that.
“I’m allowed to get angry, Tom, you slept with fucking Jensen, while... while fucking courting Mike, one of my closest friends since this mess occurred, even though you promised you wouldn’t,” Jared shouts, his fists white because of all of the clenching he’s been doing with them, and he takes himself off of the gazebo bench, pacing the small porch area he’s taking up.
“And I’m sorry, okay?! I realize it was the biggest mistake, Jared, but you knew from the start that I found him attractive---“
“And what makes it okay that you fucked the guy that did all that shit to me, that I’m still fucking in love with?” Jared screams, knowing that everything is silent inside the cabin, and praying, against all hopes and odds, that Jensen’s not with everyone else. He can feel the tears in his eyes, and wipes them away angrily, just wants to leave everything behind and go home, go under his blankets on his bed and never fucking come out.
He sees Tom open and close his mouth like a fish out of water, and he flops down onto the steps of the porch, burying his head in his hands, shaking gently. He can feel Tom sit beside him, can feel Tom’s arm go around his shoulders, burying him into Tom and Jared’s kind of thankful, just wanting the fucking comfort that he hasn’t had in a long-ass time.
“You had sex with Mike,” Jared hears Tom whisper, and he knows that Tom is equally broken up about that as Jared was with Jensen. He nods his head, regret heavy in his heart and draws circles onto Tom’s skin, sighing, which, he is realizing, he does a lot of.
“Mike’s idea, was going to say no but I saw you and Jensen and just... got jealous,” Jared says, his eyes think with water from crying. He feels Tom nod his head, feels Tom grasp his hand and kiss it lightly on the side, and he snuggles closer to Tom.
“I wish things were different,” he says, wanting so badly for that to come true, to know what it was like without all of this pain that was currently residing in his heart.
“You and me both, Jared, you and me both.” Tom says, rubbing Jared’s arm and it’s warm, comforting but it isn’t Jensen and they both know this.
“It hurt, seeing you come out with him, Tom. And I think, I think I just wanted to make you feel as bad as you made me feel, but that would have been so cruel.” Jared says suddenly, biting his lip and pulling away from Tom’s warm embrace. He’s pretty sure he sees the curtains to the kitchen close. and he’s pretty sure he saw the familiar color of Jense’s eyes but he ignores it and soon enough, finds himself falling asleep
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