P.S. I Love Your Pudge
THIS IS FOR TIFF AND EMMA.
P.S. I Love Your Pudge
Jensen/Jared
Hard R/ NC-17
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"Hey Jensen!" Hearing his name, Jensen glanced up from where he was stuffing his gym shirt into his locker, sweat still clinging to his body from the scrimmage soccer game they'd done in P.E. Michael Weatherly grinned at him, eyes flitting up and down the other teen's body before he laughed.
"Nice tits."
Jensen scowled, grabbing his t-shirt and shoving it on over his head. "Fuck off, asshole." He snapped, subconsciously huddling in closer to his open locker as if it would shield him better as he tugged off his gym shorts. There was a catcall from one of the other boys, followed by a chorus of laughter that had Jensen's neck and face flushing in mortification. He wrenched on his cargo shorts, grabbing his glasses from the small upper shelf in his locker and shoving them on his face. Embarrassment ate away at Jensen like a hungry wolf, and he kept his face down as he reached back into his locker to fold his gym clothes.
A shadow fell across his locker and Jensen tensed at the feel of another person nearby. "Seriously, Michael. Just fuck off." He muttered irritably, his chest seizing uncomfortably. He really wished that it was a little cooler out - then at least he'd have a reason to wear a hoodie.
"That's not very nice." Said someone who most definitely wasn't Michael. Snapping his head up, Jensen eased at the sight of Jared and gave his boyfriend a crooked and weak smile (not that anyone in school knew they were dating, not yet). Jared reached out to ruffle Jensen's sweaty hair, which earned a huff of frustration.
"Sorry. It's just- Mike's a dick. Y'know?" Jensen muttered. Jared hummed, hand sliding down to briefly squeeze the back of Jensen's neck before heading to his own locker to change out.
"I heard." Jared supplied, turning to glance over his shoulder where the aforementioned teenager was sliding on his backpack. "It's just sad that Mike's so insecure about his own face that he has to try to attack someone hotter than him to make himself feel less like an ugly fuck, y'know." As he spoke, Jared tugged his shirt off and hung it in his locker. He turned to face a very pissed off looking Michael, right pectoral flexing when he rolled his shoulders. It seemed that simple action was enough for Mike to rethink what he was going to do, because he merely flipped Jared the bird before leaving the locker room.
Jared huffed out a laugh, glancing over to see Jensen giving him an unhappy scowl. "What?" He asked innocently. Jensen rolled his eyes, grabbing his messenger bag and shutting his locker. Jared seemed displeased with the shorter teen's reaction, because he set his t-shirt back down to fully face Jensen.
"Come on, Jen, don't be like that." He pleaded, stepping up to Jensen and holding his long and lanky arms out for a hug. Jensen hunched his shoulders and stepped away, sliding the strap to his messenger bag over his head and shoulder.
"I'm not being like anything, Jared." Jensen replied softly, making a noise of dismay whenever long arms wrapped around his body and his face was shoved into Jared's bare and sweaty collarbone. He took a moment to inhale the scent- more comforted by it than he should be- and then started wriggling to try and escape his hold. It was bad enough that his classmates were calling him out on his weight; he didn't need the gay jokes to start up again (especially this early in the year).
Once free of Jared's grasp, Jensen adjusted his glasses and glanced around. Jared laughed, one giant hand gripping to the shorter teen's shoulder. "Jen, nobody's here. The bell's gonna ring so-"
The tardy bell chimed and Jared grinned brightly, waving his other hand around in an ' I told you so' gesture. Jensen was pretty sure if he kept rolling his eyes at Jared's antics, he was going to give himself a headache.
"I'm going before I get a referral." Jensen muttered, ignoring the look that crossed Jared's face. He turned, freezing when a hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged him back. Jensen glanced up, scowling.
"You should finish changing out." He said. Jared released a sound of frustration, his other hand coming up to brush across Jensen's cheek.
"I will when I know you're not going to let what Michael said bother you." Jared replied, his voice low and more serious than it had been all day. Jensen gave an aborted shrug, pulling his face out of Jared's grasp. He suddenly didn't like the idea of being touched - let alone by Jared (whose body was ridiculously sexy to a point where that bead of sweat clinging just below his navel was going to drive Jensen out of his mind if Jared didn't put a shirt on soon) and tried to pull out of Jared's grasp.
The younger teen scowled, tugging on Jensen's wrist again. "Jensen, I'm serious." Jared growled, his eyes so intense that it made Jensen want to curl in on himself and hide. Jensen released a small noise from the back of his throat, scowling and trying to pull his wrist out of Jared's hand.
"Jared, quit. I need to get to class." He brought his other hand up to pull at Jared's fingers, attempting to pry them from around his wrist. This seemed to make Jared even more irritated, and he gave Jensen a forceful wrench, their chests bumping together. "Jared, seriously. Stop."
"Are you trying to tell me you honestly think you're fat?" Jared hissed, the hand that wasn't holding Jensen's wrist rising to grip his bicep. A bicep that suddenly felt too big and too cumbersome. Jensen squirmed, really really wanting to just crawl inside of a locker or anything else that could possibly conceal him from Jared's prying stare - a stare that could see every flaw and imperfection that made Jensen who he was. Jensen made an aborted sound in the back of his throat that could have been a protest, but he suddenly felt like he had no energy left in him to fight.
Gaze dropping to the floor, Jensen remained silent.
Jared growled, something so sudden and vicious that Jensen barely had a second to react before he was whirled around and shoved against the lockers. His head thudded against the aluminum with a spark of pain and Jensen's heart thundered against his chest with a sudden spike of adrenaline.
"Jared!" He yelped, eyes wide at the taller boy as Jared loomed over him. "What ar-we're in school!" Jensen hissed. Jared seemed undeterred, his hands snapping to Jensen's waist and slipping instantly underneath of the shorter teen's shirt. Jensen bit down on the nervous whine that bubbled up inside of him, squirming and trying to shove Jared's hands out from under his tee.
"I can't fucking believe you." Jared snarled, hands pressing into Jensen's stomach and shoving him hard against the lockers before sliding up and dragging Jensen's shirt along for the ride. Jensen's chest heaved with a gasp as broad hands scraped across his nipples and his shirt was wrenched over his head, knocking his glasses askew. Jared took a half second to reach up and right them before his lips were pressing against the dip between Jensen's pectorals.
Jensen inhaled sharply, hands grasping at Jared's shoulders to try and push him back. Really, it was like trying to shove a moose, and Jared did nothing other than to scrap his teeth over the soft fleshy part around Jensen's right nipple before biting down on it. Jensen squirmed, breathless while Jared's hands slid back down to hold his hips firmly and keep him in place.
"I love your body." Jared mumbled, kissing his way down the center of Jensen's stomach and stopping just below his navel.
"You shouldn't." Jensen blurted out, horrified for so many reasons. They usually did stuff in Jared's room with the blinds shut, which made the room dark because Jared was too lazy to change the burnt-out bulb on his ceiling fan. They were in school, for fuck's sake, and with the fluorescent lights of the locker room, Jared could see everything wrong with Jensen - no shadows to hide it.
"Shut up." Jared growled into his navel, suckling the small bit of pudge below it and pressing a kiss down the trail of fine hair that disappeared into Jensen's cargo shorts. Jensen whimpered softly, shoving at Jared's shoulders again and trying not to think about how fucking hard this was making him. Jared trailed kisses across the line of his shorts to Jensen's right hip, hand moving so he could kiss and nip at the flesh there.
"Not the love handles...." Jensen moaned mournfully, his efforts to escape increasing. Jared huffed, smiling into his skin. His hands ghosted down to fiddle with the tie of Jensen's shorts before popping the button and dragging the zipper down painfully slowly. Jensen, mortified, could do nothing but watch Jared kiss his side as large hands slipped into the opening of his boxers and wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock.
"S'fucking sexy." Jared muttered against Jensen's lower rib, kissing softly and brushing his lips back to the older teen's abdomen. Jensen's knees wobbled, hands gripping painfully tight to Jared's bare shoulders when that warm and gentle hand fisted him, stroking upwards and giving a gentle squeeze to the head of his cock. Jensen choked on a sound of pleasure, head thudding against the locker and his hands rising to fist into Jared's hair - though he wasn't sure if he wanted to pull him away or shove his head further south.
"Mmm, your body," Jared began, nipping the center of Jensen's abdomen and then kissing down to his navel, "Is amazing," another kiss, tongue ghosting the edge of his belly button before dipping in and out with a lingering press of lips, "You're healthy," the hand that wasn't stroking his dick painfully slowly was tugging at the elastic of Jensen's boxers. Jensen had exactly two seconds to try and protest before they were being pulled down over his dick and under his balls. He inhaled sharply, hands digging into Jared's scalp as the lips against his navel continued to talk.
"I love it. I love you." Jared's cheek started to nuzzle the outward hint of fat under Jensen's belly button that curved down towards his cock. Jensen squirmed, biting down painfully on his lower lip and squeaking when Jared's nuzzling migrated to rubbing Jensen's erection against his cheek. He heaved out a strangled noise, eyes clenching shut as soft lips pecked butterfly kisses up the length of his cock.
"Jaredddd." Jensen keened quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Jared hummed, eyes flitting up to look curiously at his boyfriend as he rubbed Jensen's dick around his mouth like it was a fucking tube of lipstick. Jesus, Jensen was going to fucking kill him.
"Jared, we're in school!" Jensen breathed. That was pretty much all he got out before Jared's mouth was on him, hot and wet with an adventurous tongue that was more torture than anything - with the way it was curling around the head of Jensen's cock before pressing up against that bundle of nerves just underneath. Jensen's fingers tugged at Jared's hair, legs shaking so hard that Jared grabbed his hips to keep Jensen steady.
Jensen tried his hardest not to thrust up into Jared's mouth, but it was pretty much impossible when there was a writhing hot and wet tongue laving around his dick and every half second was a powerful suck that threatened to pull Jensen's orgasm right out of him.
"S-stop!" Jensen croaked, hands tugging on Jared's head and stopping when he saw the slight wince of pain tick in his boyfriend's face. Jared didn't let up, regardless, humming around Jensen's cock as he leaned forward to take the smaller teen as deep as possible, nose tickling the light hair surrounding Jensen's flushed erection.
Jensen's right knee buckled the tiniest bit with the first soul-wrenching suck Jared gave. He squeaked out a moan, hands leaving Jared's hair to cover his face in an attempt to at least hide the furious flush that was covering his cheeks and nose. He was startled a second later from the feel of a large hand gripping the back of his right thigh and easing it over Jared's shoulder.
"Oh my god, Jared..." Jensen groaned, torn between being utterly mortified and utterly turned on. Christ, anyone could walk in on them - they'd be suspended for sure, if not expelled.
Suddenly, Jared's tongue pressed along the thick vein running up the underside of Jensen's member and the older teen momentarily forgot why he was worried. Whimpering into his hands, Jensen arched the tiniest bit from the lockers, toes curling inside of his sneakers when Jared's hands started running up and down his sides in a reassuring motion.
"J-Jared, y'gotta stop. M'gonna - nnnngh." Jensen broke off, biting down on the heel of his left palm to stifle a whimper. This didn't seem to do much more than spur Jared on as the younger teen started to bob his head methodically, each draw back coupled with a powerful suck that left Jensen heaving for air. He could feel heat coiling in his gut, burning in his thighs and making his heart thunder madly against his ribcage.
Jared pulled back, sucking forcefully on the head of Jensen's cock with his tongue teasing the slit before slipping his mouth all the way down and bobbing back up to resume his previous task of trying to drain Jensen dry. Jensen's hands flew from his face to smack against the lockers, fingers scrambling for purchase as his climax burned closer and closer. Jared's hands slipped from under Jensen's ribs to grope for the older teen's hands, finding them and threading their fingers together as Jensen's thighs started to tremble violently and the teen could do nothing more than release whimpering and choked gasps that were barely stifled by biting down on his lip.
Jared sunk his face down, nose burying itself in the curls at the base and swallowing with three powerful sucks that had Jensen's orgasm blindsiding him. His breath left him in a whoosh, a choked sob tearing itself out of his chest as his back arched away from the lockers and he pulsed into Jared's mouth. "J-Jared!" He keened, hips stuttering helplessly as Jared continued milking Jensen through his orgasm, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into Jensen's hands. He slumped backwards after painfully blissful seconds, trying to suck enough air into his lungs to keep himself from collapsing. His dick slipped from Jared's mouth, glistening with saliva and matching the sheen on Jared's lips.
Jensen flushed furiously as Jared stood and pressed his body along the length of Jensen's, long arms wrapping around the shorter teen and allowing Jensen to feel the painfully hard bulge digging into his lower stomach. Squirming, Jensen tried to wriggle a hand down to try and tuck himself back inside of his pants, but it seemed Jared had other ideas.
"I'm not done with you yet." Jared growled into Jensen's ear, thrusting up against his boyfriend's stomach. "I don't think you understand how much you turn me on." It was a rumble thick with lust so forceful that Jensen's cock twitched. Jared grinned, though Jensen only knew it because he could feel the other boy's lips on his temple, and grabbed at Jensen's sides.
"Turn around, babe." Jared murmured, coaxing Jensen to face the lockers. Jensen protested for a few seconds, but he wasn't really any match for Jared's strength, and soon found his stomach and face crushed into the lockers. Large hands ran up the expanse of his back and reminded Jensen that he still needed to drop a good thirty pounds, which caused him to tense. Jared seemed to sense this, because his hands slid down and up Jensen's back a few more times in a caressing massage before dragging all the way down to where Jensen's shorts still sat on his hips.
Fingers dug between the shorts and Jensen's flushed skin, dragging both boxers and shorts slowly over the curve of Jensen's ass. Hot breath ghosted over his ear when Jared leaned forward to kiss at Jensen's neck and ear with a pleased hum. "I love your ass, Jen." Jared mumbled, gigantic hands twisting to cup the flesh firmly, fingers massaging and spreading Jensen's cheeks open. Jensen choked on a whimper, unsure whether to pull away or press back into those hands.
"Jar- Jared. We don't - we're in school, there's no --"
"It’s okay, babe." Jared soothed, his thumbs dipping between Jensen's ass to run up the line of his crack and ghosting over his entrance, pressing down on the pucker before rubbing around it and running back up. "We're not gonna do that. Just let me love you." His hands drew back and Jensen was surprised with how much loss he felt without their engulfing warmth. There was a soft shifting of fabric and then that heat was back, only this time Jared has his entire body pressed up against Jensen's back, his heated erection nestling between Jensen's ass cheeks. Jensen stiffened, surprised by the thrill of arousal that shot through him like a firecracker.
Jared wrapped his ridiculously long arms around Jensen's chest and torso, chin nestling on the shorter teen's shoulder as he gave a shallow thrust, cock dragging up and down that crevice as if it belonged. Jensen pressed a hand against the locker for support, the other clasping to Jared's hand around his torso. His glasses were knocked askew from how hard Jensen's face was shoved into the aluminum beneath his cheek, but he really couldn't think about it with the way Jared was rutting against his ass. Lips were mouthing kisses along his shoulder and neck, a random nibble interspersed here and there as Jared grunted and dragged Jensen even closer, if possible, and thrust against him. Jensen choked on a whimper, already feeling his cock filling for the second time.
"You're so fucking sexy." Jared huffed into Jensen's neck, biting his earlobe and grinding against Jensen before thrusting up between the globes of his ass. Jensen choked back an argument, hand clinging to Jared's as he felt the taller boy's pace become erratic.
"Just wanna fuck you, right here. Feel you all around me. Love the way you feel, Jen." Jared mumbled with a groan, his fingers digging into Jensen's flesh just a tiny bit harder with every desperate thrust he gave. Jensen bit down on his lower lip, resisting the urge to reach down and start jerking himself off and instead slid over the hand that was supporting himself against the locker and biting down on his thumb. Jared's hips were bucking with so much force now that Jensen's glasses were in danger of falling off with every shove against the locker that he received. Jared stuttered out a groan, nails digging small crescents into Jensen's skin as he came, hot ropes of sticky cum bursting against Jensen's lower back, Jared's cock nestled so deep between his ass cheeks that he could feel each pulse as it left the younger teen. Jensen bit down on his thumb so hard that he nearly drew blood, eyes clenched shut as Jared gave a few shallow thrusts before slumping against Jensen's back. Moaning softly, Jensen reached down to grip at his erection, squeezing it before pulling his hand back to push against the locker and lever himself and Jared into a standing position.
"Jen-wait." Jared mumbled, heaving chest leaving Jensen's back for a second before the smaller teen nearly jumped in surprise when a warm tongue ran up his lower back.
"J-Jared!" Jensen yelped, his face bursting into an even brighter red as he was held in place by large hands on his hips as Jared lapped up his own cum from Jensen's back, mouthing kisses and nips along the way. Jensen brought a shaking hand up to adjust his glasses as Jared finished with a final kiss to his tailbone, hands reaching around to tug Jensen's shorts and boxers back up. Jensen reached down to force his cock back into his shorts, wincing and giving it another squeeze before maneuvering the zipper up delicately. He turned, face red, to see Jared staring down at him with a brilliant grin.
Hands cupped his cheeks and Jensen let himself be drawn forward into a kiss, nose wrinkling the tiniest bit at the taste of spunk on Jared's lips, but still pleased nonetheless. Jared ran his hands along Jensen's body one last time before he drew back, knuckles brushing down Jensen's cheek to cup his chin momentarily.
"Do you understand yet?" Jared prompted. Jensen felt himself flush all over again, trying to look down but being stopped by long fingers holding his jaw. He nodded slowly, eyes averted.
"A little, yeah." He admitted quietly, pulling back to grab his discarded shirt off of the bench. Jared beamed, leaning into give Jensen a small kiss to the corner of his mouth before heading back to his locker to change into his school clothes.
Jensen couldn't stop the happy smile from creeping onto his face as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. Grabbing his backpack, he waited patiently for Jared until the taller boy was ready. Checking his watch told Jensen that there was another ten minutes before the lunch bell rang (the only reason they hadn't gotten caught was probably because there was no gym classes during second lunch) and Jensen let Jared lace their fingers together for the walk out into the hallway.
They parted ways just outside of the gym, Jared heading to the lunch room and Jensen walking in the direction of the library. (He'd already missed most of his class anyway, what was the point in going in late?)
Jensen's phone vibrated in his pocket and with a cursory glance to check for administrators, he flipped it open to a text from Jared.
'P.S. I LOVE YOUR PUDGE.'