Chasing Prince Charming [FIC]
Title: Chasing Prince Charming
Author(s): yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Boy meets Boy, boy has sex with boy, boy runs away the morning after. Jared is an actor with a theater troupe called South of Normal, and a housekeeper between plays. He's a fairly normal guy living in South Beach, Florida with his cousin by marriage on the beach. He's friendly but oblivious to open admiration when it has nothing to do with his acting. His last boyfriend really messed him up emotionally and he shies away from relationships that are anything other than platonic.
Jensen is a bartender at one of the local Drag clubs. His social life sees him in and out of random beds without so much as a call-you-later. A chance meeting on the beach throws them together, and a second chance meeting starts a friendship which dances along the razor's edge of more. But, misunderstandings and personal fears tear them apart. Maybe, just maybe, they can get it together and get back to each other with the help of their crazy friends, because a prince is a nobody without his princess.
Music: Crazy In Love By Christian Kane
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Chasing Prince Charming
Prologue: Meeting Prince Charming
South Beach, Florida; a haven for homosexual couples and singles, a tourist trap, home to swanky gay clubs, bars, markets and restaurants. Home to one specific, all-gay theater troupe, South of Normal; the troupe did adlibs in the park, serenaded the high class restaurants and street passersby, tumbled and performed low-cost shows wherever they could get a gig. This had been the closing night of Annie as performed by the all guy players-metaphorically speaking. It had been a hit and had actually been a paying gig for a change, which meant, of course, that there was the requisite cast/wrap party on the beach after the final curtain call.
The party had started just after four o’clock in the afternoon; beer, whiskey, and mixed drinks flowed freely, spilled easily, and were drunk in mass quantities. Somewhere along the way, the cast party had gone from a cast/wrap party to a beach party and locals as well as tourists joined in, contributing more alcohol, and someone brought music. Now it was late into the night, the bonfire roaring high and hot, made more so by the odd piece of wood tossed in, mouthful of whiskey spat, and the addition of clothing to the high-rising flames as the partiers grew more and more intoxicated.
Country, rock and roll, jazz, and show tunes were nearly drowned out by the swell of voices, partiers laughing, chatting, and yelling. The party was loud, happy, and in high gear. There was, however, a tiny little problem, one that no one seemed to notice. Jared Padalecki, drunk and giggling like a thirteen year old girl, staggered out into the surf, stripping off the thin layers he wore, sweating alcohol, and flopped down on his back at the tide line.
Jensen was drunk. A few of his friends had been on the crew for the show and though he hadn't been able to make the show, that didn't mean he would miss the after party. He'd showed up about an hour ago or maybe two, then again, could have been three, he wasn't so sure. Whenever he was drunk, Jensen tended to be overly happy and even more than a bit flirtatious. He was young; why should he not have a good time now and again? It wasn't like he had to work tomorrow, not that it would matter if he did.
The music kept him going and the drinks kept coming so all in all, it had been a great night so far. The pair he was with had, at some point, headed off together and Jensen was sort of glad. Actually, he was really glad because that meant that Ryan would get off his ass about behaving himself, just because those two were an old married couple didn't mean that was for him.
Once they were back in sight, Jensen moved down toward the water with two full beers in hand, because God knew he'd finish the first soon enough with how he was going tonight.
What Jensen stumbled upon at the water’s edge, though, was a wet, naked, and very giggly man who was singing softly to himself as he kicked and rolled in the wet sand. It was hard to tell what the guy looked like, other than well-muscled and buck naked, because sand clung to him like a second skin, literally caked on him to the point that he could’ve been mistaken for some strange kind of sand monster.
Dark brown hair was soaked, clinging to one side of his face while the rest lay in lank tendrils about his head the more he rolled and giggled. And, when a small wave rose up on the beach, crashing down over the drunken and naked guy, he sputtered and coughed, shoving up into a sitting position. It was only then that it became apparent that the guy was Jared, an on-again, off-again player in the South of Normal theater troupe.
Jensen laughed to himself, not at all taken aback that the man was naked because… well, honestly, he looked pretty damn good even in the dark and Jensen did know him. At least, he thought he did. He’d seen some shows and plays at the theater, really didn't have a choice in the matter; Ryan worked stage crew and Nelson was all about singing and dancing. It was cute, Jensen loved the theater too just hadn't gotten into it around here, show tunes weren't really his thing.
"Dude, you’d better be careful or you’ll be the first person to drown in about an inch and a half of water," Jensen joked, laughing to himself. He wasn't shy in the slightest, even more so when drinking. That and his good mood were almost sickeningly high on the Richter scale at this point.
“Dude,” Jared drawled, dragging the word out. “I’m a mermaid!” he crowed and then broke down into giggles again, flopping back on the sand. “An’ I gotta wait for a prince.” He looked up at Jensen, hazy-eyed and loose-limbed, and frowned. “Are you a prince? Gotta kiss a prince; princes are yummy.”
Jensen laughed and moved closer to Jared. "Damn right I am; I got a castle and all that shit." He set his beers off to the side, only half aware that one fell over. He reached Jared and moved down to kiss him, laughing still. "See, I'm delicious," he confirmed as he pulled back and flopped down as well into the wet sand.
“Mm, delicious,” Jared purred and rolled onto his side, facing Jensen. He poked Jensen’s belly, and then walked his fingers up the other man’s chest, stalling at his neck. “Don’t wanna be a princess, though. Guess I’ll just have to be a mistress.” Jared’s fingers slid up the slope of Jensen’s throat and over his chin, clumsily rubbing Jensen’s full lips. “What’s your name?” he asked, eyes half-lidded with alcohol and a sloppy smile curving his lips.
Jensen pushed into the touches, a proud smile on his lips, obviously pleased that other man agreed with him. He arched his neck a bit to give Jared more room and green eyes fell back on Jared's face again. He bit his bottom lip. "Jensen Ackles; what about you?"
“Jared Padalecki,” was the slightly slurred, but still mostly coherent reply. Jared pushed himself up onto his elbow, weaving as he gazed down at Jensen. He frowned, a small wrinkle marring his forehead. “I dunno any princes by that name. Gonna hafta steal my kiss back since you’re not a real prince.” Jared giggled and then pressed a swift, rather prim kiss to Jensen’s mouth before rolling away. “Now I’ve gotta wait for a real one.”
Jensen frowned and then let out a playful growl when Jared moved away before laughing, almost giggling. "Well, talk about being a tease," he joked as he licked his lips and reached for his beer again, taking a mouthful.
“Not teasing you, but isn’t that how it goes? Mermaid on the beach and a prince comes by and kisses her?” Jared asked, looking over at Jensen with a confused frown. “Or am I supposed to wait for a hot guy to come kiss me?”
"I thought it was a frog that had to be kissed? I think I'm just a little unsure about the mermaid fairytales." Jensen smiled with a shrug as he looked the other man over.
“I’m too drunk to think; wanna make out instead of playing fairytales?” Jared asked bluntly, grinning bright and wide. “You can share your beer with me, if you need an excuse.”
Jensen's face broke out into a grin and he reached over for the other beer, handing it to Jared and moving to sit closer to him. "See, now making out with a hot, naked man will totally make my night."
Jared twisted off the cap, put it in the sand by his hip, and tipped the beer to his mouth. When he lowered the bottle, he turned and caught Jensen’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside to share the flavor of the beer before he pulled back. “That’s how you share beer, Jensen,” he said smugly.
Jensen's eyes widened a little, not expecting the kiss but welcoming it. "Hey, I want some more." He moved back to Jared and kissed him again, drawing Jared's tongue into his mouth, sucked on it for a few moments before pulling away. "Never was one for drinking alone."
“More fun my way,” Jared murmured and tipped a little more beer into his mouth, flicking his tongue out teasingly. He grinned and wrapped a sandy hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, drawing him in for an actual kiss, soft and sweet with just the barest hint of beer-flavored tongue.
Jensen opened his mouth beneath Jared’s, wanting to taste more of him. His hands wound around Jared's waist as he drew him closer. He licked against Jared's tongue, chasing it with his own. Jared groaned in the back of his throat and tipped Jensen back into the sand, looming over him with one elbow keeping him from squashing him, the other was wrapped around Jensen’s shoulders, a hand in his hair to keep him from pulling away. “Too many clothes.” At that, Jensen pushed Jared back a little, pushed himself up and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and kicking his shoes off.
A soft chuckle, much different than the high-pitched giggling earlier, escaped Jared’s mouth as he reached down tugging free the button holding Jensen’s shorts closed and dragging the zipper down. “Think I’m gonna suck you dry,” he slurred thoughtfully, worming his hand into Jensen’s shorts.
Jensen bucked up into the hand in his pants. He lay down again and wrapped his leg around Jared's waist to pull him in. "I hope you have all night, then." He shuddered against the feel of Jared's warm hand and the rough sand that still clung to it. "I'm going to suck your brains out right through your dick."
“Got as long as you want,” Jared replied starting to stroke slowly, just getting a feel for the heavy cock in his hand. “Maybe you’re a prince after all; you’ve definitely got the high-end family jewels,” he joked, dipping his head to nibble and suck at a curved collarbone.
Jensen's dick twitched with interest as he pushed up again into Jared's fist. Pleasure shot through him, the ring in the head of his dick adding to it enough to make him moan as Jared's skin brushed over it and the sensitive bundles of nerves. He ran his nails down Jared's back, dragging them through the hard muscles, covered by soft and tanned skin. "Got a lot more where that came from."
Jared thumbed the body-warm metal ring curving through the tip of Jensen’s dick and out the side just below the glans. “Can’t wait,” he murmured and nipped his way down. Lips and teeth scraped along pecs, tortured nipples, and then moved on, nibbling and kissing down the defined line of abs to the soft, thin hair leading down to Jensen’s dick. Jared tipped his head, tugging gently on the sparse happy trail with his lips, and then veered off to the side, nuzzling a sharp hipbone.
Groaning heavily, Jensen bit his lips together and pressed back into the sand, trying to keep himself from jumping out of his skin. "Fuck, Jared," he moaned as he pressed closer to the other man, wanting to fuck Jared so bad he could feel the desire crawling over his skin. He grabbed Jared's head and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't have to wait long," he promised as he bit his bottom lip. "Driving me crazy already."
“I’m drunk, but I still know how to drive you completely out of your mind without letting you come.” Jared grinned against the smooth skin and then sank his teeth into the vulnerable hollow where bone gave way to muscle, just enough to sting. He scooted further down and dragged Jensen’s left leg up, turning his face against bowed thighs before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin where thigh met groin. “Gonna eat you up, one bite at a time.”
"Aw, but believe me, baby, I beg so sweetly that you'll love to watch me come," Jensen joked though his voice was already rough with desire and interest. Jensen shivered and his eyes went wide as the teeth buried themselves into his skin. It stung but it was as if Jared's teeth were hotwired to his dick because it only grew harder. "Remember though, I get my turn next. I'll have you screaming yourself hoarse."
“Sounds like fun,” Jared replied distractedly, mouth intent on Jensen’s thigh, nosing at his balls, breathing hotly over the spit slicked skin. “Lookin’ forward to it.” Jared pulled back enough to gaze down at Jensen’s inner thigh, a smirk bowing his lips. “Left you some presents.” He turned his attention to Jensen’s dick, then, dragging his tongue slowly up the length, swirling at the tip, and then puffing soft, short breaths over the sensitive flesh. He tugged at the piercing lightly, tongue curling through the loop, following the hot metal down to the slit, digging the tip of his tongue in greedily.
Writhing into the sand and pushing up into Jared's mouth; Jensen was drunk but quickly gaining ground again, his attention pulled into reality with Jared's hands and his tongue. The pull of teeth on his ring made goose bumps breakout on his skin and he twisted against it because it felt so fucking amazing all he wanted to do was pin Jared down and shove his dick into one hole or another. He could just imagine what Jared would feel like wrapped around his dick. "I like it," he whispered, feeling the marks Jared was leaving in his wake. "Go for it, you got free reign."
Thankfully, the ring wasn’t overly large; Jared opened his mouth and neatly sucked the wide tip of Jensen’s dick inside. He allowed his tongue to play with the ring, fluttering swirls against the sensitive tip as he played. The sweetly sour scent of alcohol mingled with Jensen’s natural aroma: something spicy and exotic and oddly of fresh laundry. Jared tugged at the ring one more time and then took Jensen’s cock in to the root, swallowing around the head burrowed in his throat.
Jensen was lost in the pleasure that rolled down his body and shot up his spine. He twisted against the feel of wet, slick and warm. Pinning his hips to the sand, he tried to make his body behave itself but his drunken state was making sure that his body had a mind of his own, much like his dick. He opened his mouth and his breath hitched, moaning softly between short gasps. "Christ, your m-mouth."
Fingers trailed over Jensen’s hips, his thighs, pushing them further apart, opening him up so that Jared’s wide shoulders could fit comfortably between them. Jared rolled Jensen’s balls in one hand, the other thumbing the hickies on Jensen’s inner thigh, pressing against them enough to ensure they’d stay there for days. He hummed in the back of his throat as he bobbed his head, mouth sliding picture-perfect up and down the thick shaft, tongue toying with the ring at the tip before darting down again, swallowing around the head to drag Jensen’s orgasm from him that much faster.
Jensen body tightened and he whimpered deep in the back of his throat. He reached to gasp something, anything, as his balls tightened against his body and his blood pounded in his ears. "I'm gonna… J-Jared, gonna…" he tried to warn as his orgasm grew closer and built, his body jerking and begging wordlessly. The ache of the small bites was welcome; it only drove his body further, harder. Jared slid his hands under Jensen’s hips, gripped his ass in both hands, and dragged Jensen’s hips upward, encouraging him to buck and thrust, humming louder, faster, tongue pressing firmly at the thick vein running the underside, tangled with the ring briefly, and then bottomed out, nose crushed into the springy dark hair at the base of Jensen’s cock. Jensen pushed upward, fucking into Jared's mouth and coming with a rough, dry cry, lungs forgetting how to breathe. His body went ridged and he growled, moaned and gasped, hands and nails digging into Jared's shoulders as he twisted, trying to take as much pleasure as he could get from the mouth tight around his cock.
Thick bursts of come spurted into Jared’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, thickly oozing down as he swallowed rapidly. Jared purred, pleased, and used his tongue and throat to milk every drop he could get out of Jensen. Due to all of the alcohol, there wasn’t much of a flavor, just a sensation of thick, milky fluid coating his throat, his mouth, as he slowly backed off, tonguing the ring one last time to draw a hard shudder from Jensen before he pulled back completely.
Jared crawled up Jensen’s body and peered down at him, a smug smile on his face. “Do you have any brains left?” he asked, clearly confident in his abilities to deprive his partners of coherent thought. “I could always initiate round two, and deny you orgasm for a few hours if there are still functional brain cells in there.”
Jensen body and his dick twitched half-heartedly as he tried to get the blood back into his brain. He closed his eyes and tried to force his breathing and his pulse to settle as Jared lay beside him. Green eyes fluttered open and he grinned, sheepish and spent. "Well, I'll be glad to give you a try but right now, I'm pretty sure it’s my turn to sweetly torture you," he purred as he finally pushed himself up and grabbed Jared, pushing him onto his back.
He hovered over Jared and kissed him hard, devouring his mouth, trying to own it with a kiss, before moving down to Jared's neck. Jensen started to lick and bite, leaving red and dark pink bites and marks down the lightly tanned skin and moving down to map out Jared's nipples and hard, defend muscles with his teeth and his tongue.
“Mmm, feels good,” Jared moaned softly, fingers carding lightly through Jensen’s hair, scraping his nails just barely over his scalp. He lifted his head, watching Jensen’s progress, hissing and bearing his teeth when Jensen hit a hot spot. “God, you use your teeth. Fuck, that’s awesome.”
Jensen moved down further and found a tattoo on the inside of Jared's thigh and moaned then. He moved his mouth over the tattoo and began to trace the symbol with his tongue for a few moments before biting the inside of his thigh enough to sting before licking the pain away. After a few more seconds there he did the same to the other side and the second tattoo, licking and sucking his way across Jared's skin, savoring the tastes he found.
Jared’s thighs parted easily, spread wide to give Jensen more room, better access to the tattooed skin he was currently worshiping. All the while, soft, mewling moans escaped Jared’s mouth and he writhed and squirmed on the sand, eager and drunk and horny. “Please, fuck, uhn, so good,” he moaned, head tipped back and lower lip caught between his teeth. Moving his mouth over Jared's hard cock, Jensen licked his way up the other man's balls, up his shaft and then circled the head with his tongue. Allowing his teeth to drop around the stud ring, he pulled softly, moving it in and out of the hole before deep-throating Jared, taking him like a pro.
“Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGod,” Jared babbled, hands fisting in the sand at his sides, body a sinuous arc. He struggled not to thrust, not to grip Jensen’s head and fuck his mouth, but alcohol had already severely impaired his judgment. One sand dusted hand gripped the back of Jensen’s head and Jared rolled his hips up, craned his head up so that he could see, had to see, had to watch that pretty mouth stretch wide around him. “Fuck, oh fuck.”
Jensen held himself in place; he had no problem taking Jared, sex was awesome and the bigger the guy was, the better and Jared was huge. Drunk or not Jensen could see and feel it. He reached his tongue down, mouth wide and open around Jared's cock, trying to lick the top of his balls or as close as he could reach before pulling back to give Jared room to fuck his mouth. He swallowed hard several times, his throat relaxing as he gripped Jared's hips, urging him.
“Jensen,” Jared moaned, high and soft, and then his hips shifted from rolling to thrusting and he dropped his head back into the sand. He gasped and moaned, no longer able to form coherent words, and dragged his free hand up from the sand, tweaking and pinching at his nipple.
Jensen ran his hands down either side of Jared's body and sucked him hard. He pulled back a little only to take Jared again, loving every second of it. He sucked hard, trying to drag more and more sounds from him. As Jared's release grew closer, Jensen pulled back before wrapping his hand around the base of Jared's dick to keep him from coming. Moving his mouth back off Jared’s cock, he instead licked softly and teasingly.
Jared made soft, hurt noises in the back of his throat, squirmed, and tried to urge Jensen’s mouth back where he needed it. He was so wound up that it literally hurt not to come-he’d been so close, almost, just a few strokes more and he’d have gotten there, and Jensen was evil for stopping it. It took a few seconds to scrape enough brain cells together, rub them just right, to find actual words again. “Please,” he begged, voice desperate and breathy and wrecked.
Christ, Jared was beautiful when he begged and Jensen wanted to make him beg some more but he wasn't that mean and they were both a little too drunk for that. He let go of Jared's dick and wrapped his mouth around it again, he kept his hands away, giving Jared the access to fuck his mouth if he wanted to. It was least he could do after teasing him that badly. He sucked hard and fast, lips tight and throat open.
“Ah, ah-fuck!” Jared cried out, orgasm burning through his body hard and fast, eating away at any restraint he might’ve been able to muster up. He was done embarrassingly quick, but he dared anyone to last long with Jensen’s throat wrapped tight around their dick. His hips rocked and thrust minutely, riding out the last vestiges of his orgasm, Jared panted and sucked in enough breath to feed his starving lungs. “Jesus, Jensen.”
Jensen pulled back and licked Jared clean, making sure to use almost kitten soft strokes as not to hurt him. As he finished he pulled back and looked up at Jared with a smile and bit his bottom lip. "You taste so fucking good, Jared," he purred as he moved up the length of Jared's body to relax next to him, stretched out.
“Mine, now,” Jared murmured and dragged Jensen over, arms and legs caging him in. “You sucked my brain out; gotta keep you so I can get it back.” He tucked his face into Jensen’s neck and giggled drunkenly. “You really are a prince.”
Jensen laughed, maybe a little more than the joke was funny, he felt warm with Jared's body draped over him. "Well, if I'm the prince then that would make you my princess," he joked as he nuzzled against Jared.
“Mmhmm, your princess,” Jared agreed, slurring more now, fatigue clear in his words. “Should go to your castle, ‘r mine. Sleep in a real bed, ‘nstead of inna sand.” He nuzzled in more until his lips pressed against the smooth column of Jensen’s throat, and then he sighed, relaxed, and started snoring.
Jensen blinked but didn't say anything. He was out a few seconds after Jared, tired and spent, wrapped warm and snug in his new friend's arms. He turned some to settle closer to Jared, the drinking and the mind blowing sex finally catching up with him.
~*~
The sun was an evil monster that was intent on burning Jared’s eyes out through his eyelids, and no matter how hard he tried to hide under the snuggly warmth he was draped over, it still wormed its way into his eyes. He sniffled and started to drag his hand up to his face, thinking to hide for a while longer, when he realized that the snuggly warmth he was currently draped over was a person. Despite the evil sun-monster, Jared’s eyes snapped open and he was left gazing down at the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.
It just so happened that, when Jared dragged his eyes downward, though, he found that said gorgeous man was utterly naked and had some seriously interesting piercings. Jared’s breath hitched as he shifted up onto one elbow, ignoring the thumping of his head, and realized that he, too, was very, very naked. “Oh God,” he whispered, flushed and embarrassed. They both reeked of sex and alcohol, but luckily Jared didn’t feel as though he’d been fucked.
He racked his brain, searching for the memory of what had happened the night before only to come up with nothing but a blur when the tourists had joined in and the sun had barely set. Jared eased away from Mr. Gorgeous-might’ve hit on him, or flirted, had they met under other circumstances-and shoved up to his feet, the world tipping angrily on him for daring to stand, and tripped over clothes. He didn’t recognize them, but then he didn’t see his own anywhere, either. So, murmuring a soft apology, Jared stole the guy’s boxers and tee shirt-thankfully they were mostly clean-and tiptoed away.
Jensen was passed out still trying to sleep off all he had drunk last night, but couldn’t hear Jared. Even in his passed-out state, though, he was aware of the sudden lack of warmth. He blinked and stretched out, ten or so minutes later he was pushing himself up and half glaring at the sun. He looked around and realized he was alone on the beach. He didn't remember much from the night before and his head was pounding with a bad hangover. Drinking never did settle that well with him but it never stopped him, at least he hadn't had anything that bad.
He licked his lips and wondered what happened to… damn, he couldn't remember the guy's name; the nickname ‘princess’ kept coming to mind, though, and he just settled on that. This wasn't new for Jensen but then he realized half his clothes were missing. He pressed his lips together and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on to head home and sleep the night off before working at the club that night.
Chapter One
Author(s): yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Boy meets Boy, boy has sex with boy, boy runs away the morning after. Jared is an actor with a theater troupe called South of Normal, and a housekeeper between plays. He's a fairly normal guy living in South Beach, Florida with his cousin by marriage on the beach. He's friendly but oblivious to open admiration when it has nothing to do with his acting. His last boyfriend really messed him up emotionally and he shies away from relationships that are anything other than platonic.
Jensen is a bartender at one of the local Drag clubs. His social life sees him in and out of random beds without so much as a call-you-later. A chance meeting on the beach throws them together, and a second chance meeting starts a friendship which dances along the razor's edge of more. But, misunderstandings and personal fears tear them apart. Maybe, just maybe, they can get it together and get back to each other with the help of their crazy friends, because a prince is a nobody without his princess.
Music: Crazy In Love By Christian Kane
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Chasing Prince Charming
Prologue: Meeting Prince Charming
South Beach, Florida; a haven for homosexual couples and singles, a tourist trap, home to swanky gay clubs, bars, markets and restaurants. Home to one specific, all-gay theater troupe, South of Normal; the troupe did adlibs in the park, serenaded the high class restaurants and street passersby, tumbled and performed low-cost shows wherever they could get a gig. This had been the closing night of Annie as performed by the all guy players-metaphorically speaking. It had been a hit and had actually been a paying gig for a change, which meant, of course, that there was the requisite cast/wrap party on the beach after the final curtain call.
The party had started just after four o’clock in the afternoon; beer, whiskey, and mixed drinks flowed freely, spilled easily, and were drunk in mass quantities. Somewhere along the way, the cast party had gone from a cast/wrap party to a beach party and locals as well as tourists joined in, contributing more alcohol, and someone brought music. Now it was late into the night, the bonfire roaring high and hot, made more so by the odd piece of wood tossed in, mouthful of whiskey spat, and the addition of clothing to the high-rising flames as the partiers grew more and more intoxicated.
Country, rock and roll, jazz, and show tunes were nearly drowned out by the swell of voices, partiers laughing, chatting, and yelling. The party was loud, happy, and in high gear. There was, however, a tiny little problem, one that no one seemed to notice. Jared Padalecki, drunk and giggling like a thirteen year old girl, staggered out into the surf, stripping off the thin layers he wore, sweating alcohol, and flopped down on his back at the tide line.
Jensen was drunk. A few of his friends had been on the crew for the show and though he hadn't been able to make the show, that didn't mean he would miss the after party. He'd showed up about an hour ago or maybe two, then again, could have been three, he wasn't so sure. Whenever he was drunk, Jensen tended to be overly happy and even more than a bit flirtatious. He was young; why should he not have a good time now and again? It wasn't like he had to work tomorrow, not that it would matter if he did.
The music kept him going and the drinks kept coming so all in all, it had been a great night so far. The pair he was with had, at some point, headed off together and Jensen was sort of glad. Actually, he was really glad because that meant that Ryan would get off his ass about behaving himself, just because those two were an old married couple didn't mean that was for him.
Once they were back in sight, Jensen moved down toward the water with two full beers in hand, because God knew he'd finish the first soon enough with how he was going tonight.
What Jensen stumbled upon at the water’s edge, though, was a wet, naked, and very giggly man who was singing softly to himself as he kicked and rolled in the wet sand. It was hard to tell what the guy looked like, other than well-muscled and buck naked, because sand clung to him like a second skin, literally caked on him to the point that he could’ve been mistaken for some strange kind of sand monster.
Dark brown hair was soaked, clinging to one side of his face while the rest lay in lank tendrils about his head the more he rolled and giggled. And, when a small wave rose up on the beach, crashing down over the drunken and naked guy, he sputtered and coughed, shoving up into a sitting position. It was only then that it became apparent that the guy was Jared, an on-again, off-again player in the South of Normal theater troupe.
Jensen laughed to himself, not at all taken aback that the man was naked because… well, honestly, he looked pretty damn good even in the dark and Jensen did know him. At least, he thought he did. He’d seen some shows and plays at the theater, really didn't have a choice in the matter; Ryan worked stage crew and Nelson was all about singing and dancing. It was cute, Jensen loved the theater too just hadn't gotten into it around here, show tunes weren't really his thing.
"Dude, you’d better be careful or you’ll be the first person to drown in about an inch and a half of water," Jensen joked, laughing to himself. He wasn't shy in the slightest, even more so when drinking. That and his good mood were almost sickeningly high on the Richter scale at this point.
“Dude,” Jared drawled, dragging the word out. “I’m a mermaid!” he crowed and then broke down into giggles again, flopping back on the sand. “An’ I gotta wait for a prince.” He looked up at Jensen, hazy-eyed and loose-limbed, and frowned. “Are you a prince? Gotta kiss a prince; princes are yummy.”
Jensen laughed and moved closer to Jared. "Damn right I am; I got a castle and all that shit." He set his beers off to the side, only half aware that one fell over. He reached Jared and moved down to kiss him, laughing still. "See, I'm delicious," he confirmed as he pulled back and flopped down as well into the wet sand.
“Mm, delicious,” Jared purred and rolled onto his side, facing Jensen. He poked Jensen’s belly, and then walked his fingers up the other man’s chest, stalling at his neck. “Don’t wanna be a princess, though. Guess I’ll just have to be a mistress.” Jared’s fingers slid up the slope of Jensen’s throat and over his chin, clumsily rubbing Jensen’s full lips. “What’s your name?” he asked, eyes half-lidded with alcohol and a sloppy smile curving his lips.
Jensen pushed into the touches, a proud smile on his lips, obviously pleased that other man agreed with him. He arched his neck a bit to give Jared more room and green eyes fell back on Jared's face again. He bit his bottom lip. "Jensen Ackles; what about you?"
“Jared Padalecki,” was the slightly slurred, but still mostly coherent reply. Jared pushed himself up onto his elbow, weaving as he gazed down at Jensen. He frowned, a small wrinkle marring his forehead. “I dunno any princes by that name. Gonna hafta steal my kiss back since you’re not a real prince.” Jared giggled and then pressed a swift, rather prim kiss to Jensen’s mouth before rolling away. “Now I’ve gotta wait for a real one.”
Jensen frowned and then let out a playful growl when Jared moved away before laughing, almost giggling. "Well, talk about being a tease," he joked as he licked his lips and reached for his beer again, taking a mouthful.
“Not teasing you, but isn’t that how it goes? Mermaid on the beach and a prince comes by and kisses her?” Jared asked, looking over at Jensen with a confused frown. “Or am I supposed to wait for a hot guy to come kiss me?”
"I thought it was a frog that had to be kissed? I think I'm just a little unsure about the mermaid fairytales." Jensen smiled with a shrug as he looked the other man over.
“I’m too drunk to think; wanna make out instead of playing fairytales?” Jared asked bluntly, grinning bright and wide. “You can share your beer with me, if you need an excuse.”
Jensen's face broke out into a grin and he reached over for the other beer, handing it to Jared and moving to sit closer to him. "See, now making out with a hot, naked man will totally make my night."
Jared twisted off the cap, put it in the sand by his hip, and tipped the beer to his mouth. When he lowered the bottle, he turned and caught Jensen’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside to share the flavor of the beer before he pulled back. “That’s how you share beer, Jensen,” he said smugly.
Jensen's eyes widened a little, not expecting the kiss but welcoming it. "Hey, I want some more." He moved back to Jared and kissed him again, drawing Jared's tongue into his mouth, sucked on it for a few moments before pulling away. "Never was one for drinking alone."
“More fun my way,” Jared murmured and tipped a little more beer into his mouth, flicking his tongue out teasingly. He grinned and wrapped a sandy hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, drawing him in for an actual kiss, soft and sweet with just the barest hint of beer-flavored tongue.
Jensen opened his mouth beneath Jared’s, wanting to taste more of him. His hands wound around Jared's waist as he drew him closer. He licked against Jared's tongue, chasing it with his own. Jared groaned in the back of his throat and tipped Jensen back into the sand, looming over him with one elbow keeping him from squashing him, the other was wrapped around Jensen’s shoulders, a hand in his hair to keep him from pulling away. “Too many clothes.” At that, Jensen pushed Jared back a little, pushed himself up and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and kicking his shoes off.
A soft chuckle, much different than the high-pitched giggling earlier, escaped Jared’s mouth as he reached down tugging free the button holding Jensen’s shorts closed and dragging the zipper down. “Think I’m gonna suck you dry,” he slurred thoughtfully, worming his hand into Jensen’s shorts.
Jensen bucked up into the hand in his pants. He lay down again and wrapped his leg around Jared's waist to pull him in. "I hope you have all night, then." He shuddered against the feel of Jared's warm hand and the rough sand that still clung to it. "I'm going to suck your brains out right through your dick."
“Got as long as you want,” Jared replied starting to stroke slowly, just getting a feel for the heavy cock in his hand. “Maybe you’re a prince after all; you’ve definitely got the high-end family jewels,” he joked, dipping his head to nibble and suck at a curved collarbone.
Jensen's dick twitched with interest as he pushed up again into Jared's fist. Pleasure shot through him, the ring in the head of his dick adding to it enough to make him moan as Jared's skin brushed over it and the sensitive bundles of nerves. He ran his nails down Jared's back, dragging them through the hard muscles, covered by soft and tanned skin. "Got a lot more where that came from."
Jared thumbed the body-warm metal ring curving through the tip of Jensen’s dick and out the side just below the glans. “Can’t wait,” he murmured and nipped his way down. Lips and teeth scraped along pecs, tortured nipples, and then moved on, nibbling and kissing down the defined line of abs to the soft, thin hair leading down to Jensen’s dick. Jared tipped his head, tugging gently on the sparse happy trail with his lips, and then veered off to the side, nuzzling a sharp hipbone.
Groaning heavily, Jensen bit his lips together and pressed back into the sand, trying to keep himself from jumping out of his skin. "Fuck, Jared," he moaned as he pressed closer to the other man, wanting to fuck Jared so bad he could feel the desire crawling over his skin. He grabbed Jared's head and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't have to wait long," he promised as he bit his bottom lip. "Driving me crazy already."
“I’m drunk, but I still know how to drive you completely out of your mind without letting you come.” Jared grinned against the smooth skin and then sank his teeth into the vulnerable hollow where bone gave way to muscle, just enough to sting. He scooted further down and dragged Jensen’s left leg up, turning his face against bowed thighs before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin where thigh met groin. “Gonna eat you up, one bite at a time.”
"Aw, but believe me, baby, I beg so sweetly that you'll love to watch me come," Jensen joked though his voice was already rough with desire and interest. Jensen shivered and his eyes went wide as the teeth buried themselves into his skin. It stung but it was as if Jared's teeth were hotwired to his dick because it only grew harder. "Remember though, I get my turn next. I'll have you screaming yourself hoarse."
“Sounds like fun,” Jared replied distractedly, mouth intent on Jensen’s thigh, nosing at his balls, breathing hotly over the spit slicked skin. “Lookin’ forward to it.” Jared pulled back enough to gaze down at Jensen’s inner thigh, a smirk bowing his lips. “Left you some presents.” He turned his attention to Jensen’s dick, then, dragging his tongue slowly up the length, swirling at the tip, and then puffing soft, short breaths over the sensitive flesh. He tugged at the piercing lightly, tongue curling through the loop, following the hot metal down to the slit, digging the tip of his tongue in greedily.
Writhing into the sand and pushing up into Jared's mouth; Jensen was drunk but quickly gaining ground again, his attention pulled into reality with Jared's hands and his tongue. The pull of teeth on his ring made goose bumps breakout on his skin and he twisted against it because it felt so fucking amazing all he wanted to do was pin Jared down and shove his dick into one hole or another. He could just imagine what Jared would feel like wrapped around his dick. "I like it," he whispered, feeling the marks Jared was leaving in his wake. "Go for it, you got free reign."
Thankfully, the ring wasn’t overly large; Jared opened his mouth and neatly sucked the wide tip of Jensen’s dick inside. He allowed his tongue to play with the ring, fluttering swirls against the sensitive tip as he played. The sweetly sour scent of alcohol mingled with Jensen’s natural aroma: something spicy and exotic and oddly of fresh laundry. Jared tugged at the ring one more time and then took Jensen’s cock in to the root, swallowing around the head burrowed in his throat.
Jensen was lost in the pleasure that rolled down his body and shot up his spine. He twisted against the feel of wet, slick and warm. Pinning his hips to the sand, he tried to make his body behave itself but his drunken state was making sure that his body had a mind of his own, much like his dick. He opened his mouth and his breath hitched, moaning softly between short gasps. "Christ, your m-mouth."
Fingers trailed over Jensen’s hips, his thighs, pushing them further apart, opening him up so that Jared’s wide shoulders could fit comfortably between them. Jared rolled Jensen’s balls in one hand, the other thumbing the hickies on Jensen’s inner thigh, pressing against them enough to ensure they’d stay there for days. He hummed in the back of his throat as he bobbed his head, mouth sliding picture-perfect up and down the thick shaft, tongue toying with the ring at the tip before darting down again, swallowing around the head to drag Jensen’s orgasm from him that much faster.
Jensen body tightened and he whimpered deep in the back of his throat. He reached to gasp something, anything, as his balls tightened against his body and his blood pounded in his ears. "I'm gonna… J-Jared, gonna…" he tried to warn as his orgasm grew closer and built, his body jerking and begging wordlessly. The ache of the small bites was welcome; it only drove his body further, harder. Jared slid his hands under Jensen’s hips, gripped his ass in both hands, and dragged Jensen’s hips upward, encouraging him to buck and thrust, humming louder, faster, tongue pressing firmly at the thick vein running the underside, tangled with the ring briefly, and then bottomed out, nose crushed into the springy dark hair at the base of Jensen’s cock. Jensen pushed upward, fucking into Jared's mouth and coming with a rough, dry cry, lungs forgetting how to breathe. His body went ridged and he growled, moaned and gasped, hands and nails digging into Jared's shoulders as he twisted, trying to take as much pleasure as he could get from the mouth tight around his cock.
Thick bursts of come spurted into Jared’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, thickly oozing down as he swallowed rapidly. Jared purred, pleased, and used his tongue and throat to milk every drop he could get out of Jensen. Due to all of the alcohol, there wasn’t much of a flavor, just a sensation of thick, milky fluid coating his throat, his mouth, as he slowly backed off, tonguing the ring one last time to draw a hard shudder from Jensen before he pulled back completely.
Jared crawled up Jensen’s body and peered down at him, a smug smile on his face. “Do you have any brains left?” he asked, clearly confident in his abilities to deprive his partners of coherent thought. “I could always initiate round two, and deny you orgasm for a few hours if there are still functional brain cells in there.”
Jensen body and his dick twitched half-heartedly as he tried to get the blood back into his brain. He closed his eyes and tried to force his breathing and his pulse to settle as Jared lay beside him. Green eyes fluttered open and he grinned, sheepish and spent. "Well, I'll be glad to give you a try but right now, I'm pretty sure it’s my turn to sweetly torture you," he purred as he finally pushed himself up and grabbed Jared, pushing him onto his back.
He hovered over Jared and kissed him hard, devouring his mouth, trying to own it with a kiss, before moving down to Jared's neck. Jensen started to lick and bite, leaving red and dark pink bites and marks down the lightly tanned skin and moving down to map out Jared's nipples and hard, defend muscles with his teeth and his tongue.
“Mmm, feels good,” Jared moaned softly, fingers carding lightly through Jensen’s hair, scraping his nails just barely over his scalp. He lifted his head, watching Jensen’s progress, hissing and bearing his teeth when Jensen hit a hot spot. “God, you use your teeth. Fuck, that’s awesome.”
Jensen moved down further and found a tattoo on the inside of Jared's thigh and moaned then. He moved his mouth over the tattoo and began to trace the symbol with his tongue for a few moments before biting the inside of his thigh enough to sting before licking the pain away. After a few more seconds there he did the same to the other side and the second tattoo, licking and sucking his way across Jared's skin, savoring the tastes he found.
Jared’s thighs parted easily, spread wide to give Jensen more room, better access to the tattooed skin he was currently worshiping. All the while, soft, mewling moans escaped Jared’s mouth and he writhed and squirmed on the sand, eager and drunk and horny. “Please, fuck, uhn, so good,” he moaned, head tipped back and lower lip caught between his teeth. Moving his mouth over Jared's hard cock, Jensen licked his way up the other man's balls, up his shaft and then circled the head with his tongue. Allowing his teeth to drop around the stud ring, he pulled softly, moving it in and out of the hole before deep-throating Jared, taking him like a pro.
“Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGod,” Jared babbled, hands fisting in the sand at his sides, body a sinuous arc. He struggled not to thrust, not to grip Jensen’s head and fuck his mouth, but alcohol had already severely impaired his judgment. One sand dusted hand gripped the back of Jensen’s head and Jared rolled his hips up, craned his head up so that he could see, had to see, had to watch that pretty mouth stretch wide around him. “Fuck, oh fuck.”
Jensen held himself in place; he had no problem taking Jared, sex was awesome and the bigger the guy was, the better and Jared was huge. Drunk or not Jensen could see and feel it. He reached his tongue down, mouth wide and open around Jared's cock, trying to lick the top of his balls or as close as he could reach before pulling back to give Jared room to fuck his mouth. He swallowed hard several times, his throat relaxing as he gripped Jared's hips, urging him.
“Jensen,” Jared moaned, high and soft, and then his hips shifted from rolling to thrusting and he dropped his head back into the sand. He gasped and moaned, no longer able to form coherent words, and dragged his free hand up from the sand, tweaking and pinching at his nipple.
Jensen ran his hands down either side of Jared's body and sucked him hard. He pulled back a little only to take Jared again, loving every second of it. He sucked hard, trying to drag more and more sounds from him. As Jared's release grew closer, Jensen pulled back before wrapping his hand around the base of Jared's dick to keep him from coming. Moving his mouth back off Jared’s cock, he instead licked softly and teasingly.
Jared made soft, hurt noises in the back of his throat, squirmed, and tried to urge Jensen’s mouth back where he needed it. He was so wound up that it literally hurt not to come-he’d been so close, almost, just a few strokes more and he’d have gotten there, and Jensen was evil for stopping it. It took a few seconds to scrape enough brain cells together, rub them just right, to find actual words again. “Please,” he begged, voice desperate and breathy and wrecked.
Christ, Jared was beautiful when he begged and Jensen wanted to make him beg some more but he wasn't that mean and they were both a little too drunk for that. He let go of Jared's dick and wrapped his mouth around it again, he kept his hands away, giving Jared the access to fuck his mouth if he wanted to. It was least he could do after teasing him that badly. He sucked hard and fast, lips tight and throat open.
“Ah, ah-fuck!” Jared cried out, orgasm burning through his body hard and fast, eating away at any restraint he might’ve been able to muster up. He was done embarrassingly quick, but he dared anyone to last long with Jensen’s throat wrapped tight around their dick. His hips rocked and thrust minutely, riding out the last vestiges of his orgasm, Jared panted and sucked in enough breath to feed his starving lungs. “Jesus, Jensen.”
Jensen pulled back and licked Jared clean, making sure to use almost kitten soft strokes as not to hurt him. As he finished he pulled back and looked up at Jared with a smile and bit his bottom lip. "You taste so fucking good, Jared," he purred as he moved up the length of Jared's body to relax next to him, stretched out.
“Mine, now,” Jared murmured and dragged Jensen over, arms and legs caging him in. “You sucked my brain out; gotta keep you so I can get it back.” He tucked his face into Jensen’s neck and giggled drunkenly. “You really are a prince.”
Jensen laughed, maybe a little more than the joke was funny, he felt warm with Jared's body draped over him. "Well, if I'm the prince then that would make you my princess," he joked as he nuzzled against Jared.
“Mmhmm, your princess,” Jared agreed, slurring more now, fatigue clear in his words. “Should go to your castle, ‘r mine. Sleep in a real bed, ‘nstead of inna sand.” He nuzzled in more until his lips pressed against the smooth column of Jensen’s throat, and then he sighed, relaxed, and started snoring.
Jensen blinked but didn't say anything. He was out a few seconds after Jared, tired and spent, wrapped warm and snug in his new friend's arms. He turned some to settle closer to Jared, the drinking and the mind blowing sex finally catching up with him.
~*~
The sun was an evil monster that was intent on burning Jared’s eyes out through his eyelids, and no matter how hard he tried to hide under the snuggly warmth he was draped over, it still wormed its way into his eyes. He sniffled and started to drag his hand up to his face, thinking to hide for a while longer, when he realized that the snuggly warmth he was currently draped over was a person. Despite the evil sun-monster, Jared’s eyes snapped open and he was left gazing down at the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.
It just so happened that, when Jared dragged his eyes downward, though, he found that said gorgeous man was utterly naked and had some seriously interesting piercings. Jared’s breath hitched as he shifted up onto one elbow, ignoring the thumping of his head, and realized that he, too, was very, very naked. “Oh God,” he whispered, flushed and embarrassed. They both reeked of sex and alcohol, but luckily Jared didn’t feel as though he’d been fucked.
He racked his brain, searching for the memory of what had happened the night before only to come up with nothing but a blur when the tourists had joined in and the sun had barely set. Jared eased away from Mr. Gorgeous-might’ve hit on him, or flirted, had they met under other circumstances-and shoved up to his feet, the world tipping angrily on him for daring to stand, and tripped over clothes. He didn’t recognize them, but then he didn’t see his own anywhere, either. So, murmuring a soft apology, Jared stole the guy’s boxers and tee shirt-thankfully they were mostly clean-and tiptoed away.
Jensen was passed out still trying to sleep off all he had drunk last night, but couldn’t hear Jared. Even in his passed-out state, though, he was aware of the sudden lack of warmth. He blinked and stretched out, ten or so minutes later he was pushing himself up and half glaring at the sun. He looked around and realized he was alone on the beach. He didn't remember much from the night before and his head was pounding with a bad hangover. Drinking never did settle that well with him but it never stopped him, at least he hadn't had anything that bad.
He licked his lips and wondered what happened to… damn, he couldn't remember the guy's name; the nickname ‘princess’ kept coming to mind, though, and he just settled on that. This wasn't new for Jensen but then he realized half his clothes were missing. He pressed his lips together and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on to head home and sleep the night off before working at the club that night.
Chapter One