The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza - Part 12
Title: The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza 12/13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: NC-17 FINALLY
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 11
People start showing up around 10:30. It’s not a real party if it starts too soon, in Jensen’s opinion. Rosenbaum’s been hiding from Jared most of the night, since Jensen warned him about Jared blaming this whole thing on him. (Jensen had confessed the whole thing to Mike and Tom in a three way drunken phone call right before Christmas.) Chad flew up just for this party, but he’s done stupider things to get drunk and high, so Jensen’s not terribly surprised.
Jensen’s taken more hits than he should off the bongs floating around the party. He really needed the stress relief. He hadn’t anticipated, when he concocted the whole idea, how awkward the last eleven days would be. He definitely hadn’t anticipated just how bad it would be with the nursing mothers, but everything else too. And lying to Jared kind of sucks.
So he’s nice and mellow when he wraps himself up in as many layers as humanly possible (borrowing heavily from the pile of coats in the spare bedroom) and heads out to watch the stars spin from the back porch. He could join Steve and Tom on the floor of the living room, where they’re showing Jared’s Family Guy DVDs, but it’s too crowded in there, too many people pressing in around him.
He’s not really surprised when the back door opens and Jared comes out. Even less surprised when he notices that Jared isn’t wearing nearly as many layers as Jensen is. “C’mere,” he says, scooting back on the chair he’d plopped down on.
So Jared comes over, and sits in the hollow of Jensen’s thighs, which Jensen must have intended for him to do. Except now Jared’s done it, and his ass is tight up against Jensen’s dick, and he tries to explain to his dick that now is not the time to be interested, not the time at all. He can’t tell if his dick is listening.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared and tells himself it’s in the interest of not losing his best friend to frostbite. Jared’s head drops back against Jensen’s shoulder, pressing their cheeks together, and Jensen can hear each time Jared swallows, breaths, anything.
“Are you as high as I am?” Jared asks him.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How many hits you’ve had.”
Jared laughs, and Jensen can feel it absolutely everywhere. “A few,” Jared says. “You want to know something weird?”
“42.”
Jared laughs again. “That, and. There’s exactly eleven bongs in there.”
Jensen’s heart beats so hard and fast he’s sure Jared can feel it, even through the three coats he’s wearing. “You counted the bongs?”
“Heck yes I did. Eleven bongs. Pipes. Eleven pipers piping. You freak.”
Jensen tries to get up then, pushes at Jared to get up, get off, but Jared’s an immovable weight against his chest, whether he’s super relaxed or actually pushing down, Jensen can’t tell. The result’s the same anyway. “Dude,” Jared says, “are you freaking out? Stop freaking out.”
Jensen presses his face against Jared’s shoulder, hiding. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” Jared does sit up a little then, just to twist around in what Jensen assumes to be an incredibly uncomfortable position. He doesn’t figure out why Jared’s contorting himself until he feels Jared’s breath on his lips, a second before Jared kisses him.
Jensen lets him, lets him because he wants it so badly, for a few seconds before he pushes Jared away again, thinking of New Year’s Eve and what he told himself then about making decisions when he’s otherwise impaired. “Stop stop stop,” he says when Jared tries to lean in again. “Wait.”
“I’m so fucking sick of waiting,” Jared says, and that surprises Jensen enough that he forgets to try to stop Jared when he leans in again. It surprises Jensen so much he doesn’t realize they’re kissing until after it’s over, when Jared breaks it off to rest his forehead against Jensen’s. “I know,” Jared says. “I know you got the stalker tree, that butt ugly wreath, the phone sex chicks, the Lourdeses, everything.”
“How?”
Jared snorts then. “Because, I am the master of practical jokes, and because you are the worst liar on the planet.”
“Am not.”
“And dude, I’m pretty sure the only person who doesn’t know you’re in love with me is you.”
“I know I’m in love with you!” Jensen protests. “You love me too,” he says instead, because he’s not going to be the only one.
“No shit.” Jared just nuzzles Jensen’s face, and it’s the best thing Jensen’s felt in his life.
It’s really fucking ridiculously cold outside, but Jensen suddenly feels warm down to his toes in their inadequate sneakers. “Really?”
Jared leans back a little so he can look Jensen in the eye. “Seriously? You didn’t know?”
“Would I have gone to all this trouble if I did?”
Jared laughs while he shifts around, draping his legs over Jensen’s right knee so he’s not twisted quite as much. “I don’t know,” he says. “It’s a bizarre way to woo a guy.”
“Did you just say woo?”
“Shut up. You know what I mean. It’s a sure-thing type method.”
Jensen tries something then that he’s wanted to do for ages, almost since the day he met Jared. He takes off one of the gloves he’s wearing and reaches up to run his fingers through Jared’s hair. He hooks his hand around the back of Jared’s neck and draws him forward again, kisses him lightly, just because he can. “I didn’t know,” he says, after. “I had no idea.”
Jared cups his freezing cold hands around Jensen’s cheeks. “You’re kind of an idiot.”
Jensen leans forward and kisses him again, and it’s wild, it’s freaking awesome that he can do this now, that it’s okay to kiss Jared whenever he wants to, that Jared wants him to. Jared starts shivering and Jensen’s about to chalk it up to his awesome make out skills when he remembers that it’s 30 degrees outside. He pulls back again. “We should take this inside.”
Jared looks over Jensen’s shoulder toward the house and frowns. “There are people in our house.”
“My room?”
“I saw Chad taking someone in there when I came out here.”
“That fucker. Your room?”
“Yeah, I locked it.”
Jensen kisses him again. “Good thinking.”
“I was hoping to get lucky,” Jared says, standing and pulling Jensen up after him.
“That’s almost sweet,” Jensen says. “How are we doing this?” he asks when they get to the door.
“Going to my room? I was thinking of using the stairs.”
“Shut up, I mean with all these people.”
“Whatever, like they’re not amusing themselves already.”
“Point. Okay, lead the way.”
The only person in the kitchen is someone from the Smallville set that Jensen hasn’t met properly. She waves at them as they slip through to the back stair case. They pass a couple more people in the hallway upstairs, but they’re all too interested in hooking up to notice the hosts of the party making their way into Jared’s bedroom.
“Dude, was that-“ Jensen starts.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jared says. He shuts the door behind them and locks it again and a little thrill runs down Jensen’s spine, that this happening, that it’s for real. Jared backs him up against the door, kissing him sloppily as he unzips and unbuttons all the outer layers of coats he’d wrapped himself in.
“How fucking many-“ Jared asks, words muffled against Jensen’s cheek, until he finally reaches skin. Jensen hisses a breath at Jared’s cold fingers pressing against his belly, fumbling at the buttons on his pants. Jensen can’t even catch his breath to protest when Jared drops to his knees and mouths the skin around his belly button. “Thought about this for so long,” he says. “Let me.”
Jensen tries to form coherent sentences, but the sight of Jared on his knees, mouth inches away from Jensen’s cock, blows his mind enough that he can barely breath, let alone speak. “Yes,” he finally says. “Fuck yes.”
Jared gets Jensen’s pants down around his knees, just enough to be out of the way. It’s the most awkward thing in the whole world, but then Jared leans in and just swallows him down like it’s nothing and Jensen forgets to feel awkward, forgets the door knob digging in the small of his back, forgets everything but Jared’s warm, wet mouth on his cock. Jared’s palms are flat against Jensen’s hip bones, fingers digging into the curve of Jensen’s ass. They’ll probably leave bruises, but Jensen doesn’t mind. Hopes they do.
Jared moans around his cock and Jensen feels the vibration of it all the way up his spine, it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. So fucking amazing. He clenches his fists in Jared’s long hair and Jared opens his throat up, clearly an invitation, and Jensen slips deeper inside. “God,” he says on a moan.
Jensen feels like he’s been hard for days, weeks, and he can feel it as he starts, a warm rush up his spine, down his dick. He pulls at Jared’s hair but Jared just shakes him off, keeps going as Jensen comes. His legs don’t even support him after and he slides down the door, ends up sprawled across Jared’s lap.
Jared kisses him, open mouthed and wet, and Jensen would have sworn that would be the most disgusting thing ever, but it’s ridiculously hot to taste himself on Jared’s tongue. He can feel Jared hard against his thigh, Jared must have unzipped to make room at some point. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Just touch me,” Jared says, low and soft. “It won’t take-“ Jensen barely gets his hand around Jared’s cock before he comes with a muffled groan. “Long,” he finishes, laughing a little.
They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other against the door, until Jared yawns.
“You know,” Jensen says. “There’s a bed, like, three feet that way.” He nudges at Jared’s arm.
Jared looks up and assesses. “Too far.”
“C’mon.” Jensen extricates himself from the pile of Jared and clothing, pulls his shoes, socks, and jeans the rest of the way off in the few steps it takes to get to the bed. Jared’s behind him, shedding clothes as well. Jensen gets in first and scoots over to give Jared room, except Jared slides over right up behind him, wraps his arm around Jensen’s middle and tucks his knees against Jensen’s legs.
“How the hell am I the little spoon?” Jensen asks. He tries to sound grumpy, but he actually loves feeling surrounded by Jared.
“You’re shorter, shut up.”
Jensen thinks about protesting, but he doesn’t want to move, or talk, or do anything but fall asleep. So he does.
Part 13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: NC-17 FINALLY
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 11
People start showing up around 10:30. It’s not a real party if it starts too soon, in Jensen’s opinion. Rosenbaum’s been hiding from Jared most of the night, since Jensen warned him about Jared blaming this whole thing on him. (Jensen had confessed the whole thing to Mike and Tom in a three way drunken phone call right before Christmas.) Chad flew up just for this party, but he’s done stupider things to get drunk and high, so Jensen’s not terribly surprised.
Jensen’s taken more hits than he should off the bongs floating around the party. He really needed the stress relief. He hadn’t anticipated, when he concocted the whole idea, how awkward the last eleven days would be. He definitely hadn’t anticipated just how bad it would be with the nursing mothers, but everything else too. And lying to Jared kind of sucks.
So he’s nice and mellow when he wraps himself up in as many layers as humanly possible (borrowing heavily from the pile of coats in the spare bedroom) and heads out to watch the stars spin from the back porch. He could join Steve and Tom on the floor of the living room, where they’re showing Jared’s Family Guy DVDs, but it’s too crowded in there, too many people pressing in around him.
He’s not really surprised when the back door opens and Jared comes out. Even less surprised when he notices that Jared isn’t wearing nearly as many layers as Jensen is. “C’mere,” he says, scooting back on the chair he’d plopped down on.
So Jared comes over, and sits in the hollow of Jensen’s thighs, which Jensen must have intended for him to do. Except now Jared’s done it, and his ass is tight up against Jensen’s dick, and he tries to explain to his dick that now is not the time to be interested, not the time at all. He can’t tell if his dick is listening.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared and tells himself it’s in the interest of not losing his best friend to frostbite. Jared’s head drops back against Jensen’s shoulder, pressing their cheeks together, and Jensen can hear each time Jared swallows, breaths, anything.
“Are you as high as I am?” Jared asks him.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How many hits you’ve had.”
Jared laughs, and Jensen can feel it absolutely everywhere. “A few,” Jared says. “You want to know something weird?”
“42.”
Jared laughs again. “That, and. There’s exactly eleven bongs in there.”
Jensen’s heart beats so hard and fast he’s sure Jared can feel it, even through the three coats he’s wearing. “You counted the bongs?”
“Heck yes I did. Eleven bongs. Pipes. Eleven pipers piping. You freak.”
Jensen tries to get up then, pushes at Jared to get up, get off, but Jared’s an immovable weight against his chest, whether he’s super relaxed or actually pushing down, Jensen can’t tell. The result’s the same anyway. “Dude,” Jared says, “are you freaking out? Stop freaking out.”
Jensen presses his face against Jared’s shoulder, hiding. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” Jared does sit up a little then, just to twist around in what Jensen assumes to be an incredibly uncomfortable position. He doesn’t figure out why Jared’s contorting himself until he feels Jared’s breath on his lips, a second before Jared kisses him.
Jensen lets him, lets him because he wants it so badly, for a few seconds before he pushes Jared away again, thinking of New Year’s Eve and what he told himself then about making decisions when he’s otherwise impaired. “Stop stop stop,” he says when Jared tries to lean in again. “Wait.”
“I’m so fucking sick of waiting,” Jared says, and that surprises Jensen enough that he forgets to try to stop Jared when he leans in again. It surprises Jensen so much he doesn’t realize they’re kissing until after it’s over, when Jared breaks it off to rest his forehead against Jensen’s. “I know,” Jared says. “I know you got the stalker tree, that butt ugly wreath, the phone sex chicks, the Lourdeses, everything.”
“How?”
Jared snorts then. “Because, I am the master of practical jokes, and because you are the worst liar on the planet.”
“Am not.”
“And dude, I’m pretty sure the only person who doesn’t know you’re in love with me is you.”
“I know I’m in love with you!” Jensen protests. “You love me too,” he says instead, because he’s not going to be the only one.
“No shit.” Jared just nuzzles Jensen’s face, and it’s the best thing Jensen’s felt in his life.
It’s really fucking ridiculously cold outside, but Jensen suddenly feels warm down to his toes in their inadequate sneakers. “Really?”
Jared leans back a little so he can look Jensen in the eye. “Seriously? You didn’t know?”
“Would I have gone to all this trouble if I did?”
Jared laughs while he shifts around, draping his legs over Jensen’s right knee so he’s not twisted quite as much. “I don’t know,” he says. “It’s a bizarre way to woo a guy.”
“Did you just say woo?”
“Shut up. You know what I mean. It’s a sure-thing type method.”
Jensen tries something then that he’s wanted to do for ages, almost since the day he met Jared. He takes off one of the gloves he’s wearing and reaches up to run his fingers through Jared’s hair. He hooks his hand around the back of Jared’s neck and draws him forward again, kisses him lightly, just because he can. “I didn’t know,” he says, after. “I had no idea.”
Jared cups his freezing cold hands around Jensen’s cheeks. “You’re kind of an idiot.”
Jensen leans forward and kisses him again, and it’s wild, it’s freaking awesome that he can do this now, that it’s okay to kiss Jared whenever he wants to, that Jared wants him to. Jared starts shivering and Jensen’s about to chalk it up to his awesome make out skills when he remembers that it’s 30 degrees outside. He pulls back again. “We should take this inside.”
Jared looks over Jensen’s shoulder toward the house and frowns. “There are people in our house.”
“My room?”
“I saw Chad taking someone in there when I came out here.”
“That fucker. Your room?”
“Yeah, I locked it.”
Jensen kisses him again. “Good thinking.”
“I was hoping to get lucky,” Jared says, standing and pulling Jensen up after him.
“That’s almost sweet,” Jensen says. “How are we doing this?” he asks when they get to the door.
“Going to my room? I was thinking of using the stairs.”
“Shut up, I mean with all these people.”
“Whatever, like they’re not amusing themselves already.”
“Point. Okay, lead the way.”
The only person in the kitchen is someone from the Smallville set that Jensen hasn’t met properly. She waves at them as they slip through to the back stair case. They pass a couple more people in the hallway upstairs, but they’re all too interested in hooking up to notice the hosts of the party making their way into Jared’s bedroom.
“Dude, was that-“ Jensen starts.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jared says. He shuts the door behind them and locks it again and a little thrill runs down Jensen’s spine, that this happening, that it’s for real. Jared backs him up against the door, kissing him sloppily as he unzips and unbuttons all the outer layers of coats he’d wrapped himself in.
“How fucking many-“ Jared asks, words muffled against Jensen’s cheek, until he finally reaches skin. Jensen hisses a breath at Jared’s cold fingers pressing against his belly, fumbling at the buttons on his pants. Jensen can’t even catch his breath to protest when Jared drops to his knees and mouths the skin around his belly button. “Thought about this for so long,” he says. “Let me.”
Jensen tries to form coherent sentences, but the sight of Jared on his knees, mouth inches away from Jensen’s cock, blows his mind enough that he can barely breath, let alone speak. “Yes,” he finally says. “Fuck yes.”
Jared gets Jensen’s pants down around his knees, just enough to be out of the way. It’s the most awkward thing in the whole world, but then Jared leans in and just swallows him down like it’s nothing and Jensen forgets to feel awkward, forgets the door knob digging in the small of his back, forgets everything but Jared’s warm, wet mouth on his cock. Jared’s palms are flat against Jensen’s hip bones, fingers digging into the curve of Jensen’s ass. They’ll probably leave bruises, but Jensen doesn’t mind. Hopes they do.
Jared moans around his cock and Jensen feels the vibration of it all the way up his spine, it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. So fucking amazing. He clenches his fists in Jared’s long hair and Jared opens his throat up, clearly an invitation, and Jensen slips deeper inside. “God,” he says on a moan.
Jensen feels like he’s been hard for days, weeks, and he can feel it as he starts, a warm rush up his spine, down his dick. He pulls at Jared’s hair but Jared just shakes him off, keeps going as Jensen comes. His legs don’t even support him after and he slides down the door, ends up sprawled across Jared’s lap.
Jared kisses him, open mouthed and wet, and Jensen would have sworn that would be the most disgusting thing ever, but it’s ridiculously hot to taste himself on Jared’s tongue. He can feel Jared hard against his thigh, Jared must have unzipped to make room at some point. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Just touch me,” Jared says, low and soft. “It won’t take-“ Jensen barely gets his hand around Jared’s cock before he comes with a muffled groan. “Long,” he finishes, laughing a little.
They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other against the door, until Jared yawns.
“You know,” Jensen says. “There’s a bed, like, three feet that way.” He nudges at Jared’s arm.
Jared looks up and assesses. “Too far.”
“C’mon.” Jensen extricates himself from the pile of Jared and clothing, pulls his shoes, socks, and jeans the rest of the way off in the few steps it takes to get to the bed. Jared’s behind him, shedding clothes as well. Jensen gets in first and scoots over to give Jared room, except Jared slides over right up behind him, wraps his arm around Jensen’s middle and tucks his knees against Jensen’s legs.
“How the hell am I the little spoon?” Jensen asks. He tries to sound grumpy, but he actually loves feeling surrounded by Jared.
“You’re shorter, shut up.”
Jensen thinks about protesting, but he doesn’t want to move, or talk, or do anything but fall asleep. So he does.
Part 13