wb rps - highschoolery, part 11
So, I promised someone (and now I can't remember who) that there would be new highschoolery by the weekend, and here it is! I have an idea for the next bit, but again with the busy and the visiting people and stuff, so no time certainty.
highschoolery, part 11
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
Saturday is bright and warm, with only a few wisps of cloud in the sky. Jared wakes sometime around noon, pads to the bathroom in his boxers and a tee, and scratches his belly while he pees before he remembers what happened the previous night. His morning wood won't go away.
He ignores it for now and pulls on some old jeans before heading downstairs for breakfast. I will not think about Jensen, I will not think about Jensen, I will not think about Jensen. It's a mantra, but it's not working; the insistent image in his mind is of Jensen's eyes looking down, meeting Jared's as Jared licked across his chest. Last night. There's no did I really do that? -- he knows full well he did, and loved every minute of it. The confusing bit is what to do next.
The obvious answer is dating, but they do live in *Texas* and more to the point Jared's not sure he wants to be dating a guy who's been basically whoring himself out to multiple guys at once. He's not even really sure he wants to be dating a *guy*. He really likes how Jensen's lips feel on his dick, though, so there's probably something to that. He sighs and pours himself a third bowl of cereal.
It's Saturday and he's got some chores to do, so he does them, first the easiest of the outside ones, like watering, and then the inside ones during the heat of the day. When he's finally done, it's dinnertime and he's got no plans for the evening. He calls Tom to see how he's doing, and also hopefully to get his rundown of what happened before he got to the Winchester and after he left. Tom invites him over, and they spend much of the evening tossing a football in the Wellings' tiny backyard, Tom talking in coded phrases about Mikey so his momma doesn't catch on.
Tom gets all excited talking about Mikey schooling *Chris* in pool after the show, and about how he and Mikey slipped off to the bathroom at nearly midnight and Tom taught himself how to give a blowjob. He recounts Mikey's failed experiment with Chris back in sophomore year and how they decided to be friends with benefits for a while, until it turned out friends with snarking was better.
Jared brings up his problem, and Tom talks in lazy circles around it, but doesn't say anything of value, which is really more or less what he expected with Tom anyway. Tom's not really bothered by the status quo, doesn't see any reason to change it: why should he? He's got a guy, a good spot on the football team, and a standing invitation to Big Jensen's House of Oral Sex. Jared's pretty sure he said something to Jensen about monogamy, but in the breathless haze from last night, he can't be sure of Jensen's answer, or really even of his question. For all he remembers, it might have been a question about threesomes.
Tossing the football is a good way to pass the time, though, and before he knows it, it's dark outside and Tom's momma is giving him a ride home. He plays a little PlayStation and tries to think, but ends up going to sleep at one, after beating the crap out of some monsters.
Sunday, as days go, is generally better for Jared than for other kids, because of his momma's insistence on doing homework right after school on Friday. Jared spends most of *this* Sunday in a haze of anticipation. He knows that the day Monday will be even worse, the clock physically slowing as sixth period approaches, but it's not Monday yet. It's agonizing enough that Jared's father even catches it. "What've you got tomorrow that you're so antsy?"
"Me? Nothing," Jared says between bites of mashed potato.
His father raises his eyebrow. "Which explains why you've been off the walls all day."
"Just trying to get used to having Sundays free when nobody else does, I guess." He glances significantly at his momma. "Didn't happen all summer, and now I've gotta get back to that."
"Jared, you know I'm doing it for your own good," his momma says, and he does. That's just the kind of person she is. Still...
"Yeah, time management and all that. Too bad nobody else does it." He saws through his steak. His father's one of the best in town with a grill. "Good steak, Dad." His father acknowledges the compliment with a wave of his fork, his mouth full.
He eats and listens to his parents talk for a little bit before his momma asks, "so when will you know if you make the swim team?" Which, of course, brings back all the mental pictures he's tried to get rid of so he won't be so hard all the time.
"Uh, well, tryouts are at the end of November, right before Thanksgiving," he says. His momma does not look amused.
"So they're making you swim for two whole months before they even tell you anything?"
"I'd have to do PE anyway, momma."
"Still, it seems unfair that they'd train a whole lot of you, then cut, I don't know, half, or however many they cut." They've finished, and she starts gathering the dishes, stacking the plates in the sink and slicing the remaining steak thinly before putting it in a covered dish and in the refrigerator.
"I guess." Jared picks up the glasses and silverware and follows his momma. He rinses the dishes and slides them into the dishwasher. "But if I wasn't swimming I'd be running sprints. I'd rather be in the pool."
"Weren't," his mother corrects, automatically. "Well, if you're happy with it."
Two months of torment by Jensen and two dozen other guys in Speedos? Jared could live with that. Especially if they're -- he breaks off that line of thought, but it's already raced directly downward and he makes his way to the upstairs bathroom as quickly and quietly as he can.
highschoolery, part 11
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
Saturday is bright and warm, with only a few wisps of cloud in the sky. Jared wakes sometime around noon, pads to the bathroom in his boxers and a tee, and scratches his belly while he pees before he remembers what happened the previous night. His morning wood won't go away.
He ignores it for now and pulls on some old jeans before heading downstairs for breakfast. I will not think about Jensen, I will not think about Jensen, I will not think about Jensen. It's a mantra, but it's not working; the insistent image in his mind is of Jensen's eyes looking down, meeting Jared's as Jared licked across his chest. Last night. There's no did I really do that? -- he knows full well he did, and loved every minute of it. The confusing bit is what to do next.
The obvious answer is dating, but they do live in *Texas* and more to the point Jared's not sure he wants to be dating a guy who's been basically whoring himself out to multiple guys at once. He's not even really sure he wants to be dating a *guy*. He really likes how Jensen's lips feel on his dick, though, so there's probably something to that. He sighs and pours himself a third bowl of cereal.
It's Saturday and he's got some chores to do, so he does them, first the easiest of the outside ones, like watering, and then the inside ones during the heat of the day. When he's finally done, it's dinnertime and he's got no plans for the evening. He calls Tom to see how he's doing, and also hopefully to get his rundown of what happened before he got to the Winchester and after he left. Tom invites him over, and they spend much of the evening tossing a football in the Wellings' tiny backyard, Tom talking in coded phrases about Mikey so his momma doesn't catch on.
Tom gets all excited talking about Mikey schooling *Chris* in pool after the show, and about how he and Mikey slipped off to the bathroom at nearly midnight and Tom taught himself how to give a blowjob. He recounts Mikey's failed experiment with Chris back in sophomore year and how they decided to be friends with benefits for a while, until it turned out friends with snarking was better.
Jared brings up his problem, and Tom talks in lazy circles around it, but doesn't say anything of value, which is really more or less what he expected with Tom anyway. Tom's not really bothered by the status quo, doesn't see any reason to change it: why should he? He's got a guy, a good spot on the football team, and a standing invitation to Big Jensen's House of Oral Sex. Jared's pretty sure he said something to Jensen about monogamy, but in the breathless haze from last night, he can't be sure of Jensen's answer, or really even of his question. For all he remembers, it might have been a question about threesomes.
Tossing the football is a good way to pass the time, though, and before he knows it, it's dark outside and Tom's momma is giving him a ride home. He plays a little PlayStation and tries to think, but ends up going to sleep at one, after beating the crap out of some monsters.
Sunday, as days go, is generally better for Jared than for other kids, because of his momma's insistence on doing homework right after school on Friday. Jared spends most of *this* Sunday in a haze of anticipation. He knows that the day Monday will be even worse, the clock physically slowing as sixth period approaches, but it's not Monday yet. It's agonizing enough that Jared's father even catches it. "What've you got tomorrow that you're so antsy?"
"Me? Nothing," Jared says between bites of mashed potato.
His father raises his eyebrow. "Which explains why you've been off the walls all day."
"Just trying to get used to having Sundays free when nobody else does, I guess." He glances significantly at his momma. "Didn't happen all summer, and now I've gotta get back to that."
"Jared, you know I'm doing it for your own good," his momma says, and he does. That's just the kind of person she is. Still...
"Yeah, time management and all that. Too bad nobody else does it." He saws through his steak. His father's one of the best in town with a grill. "Good steak, Dad." His father acknowledges the compliment with a wave of his fork, his mouth full.
He eats and listens to his parents talk for a little bit before his momma asks, "so when will you know if you make the swim team?" Which, of course, brings back all the mental pictures he's tried to get rid of so he won't be so hard all the time.
"Uh, well, tryouts are at the end of November, right before Thanksgiving," he says. His momma does not look amused.
"So they're making you swim for two whole months before they even tell you anything?"
"I'd have to do PE anyway, momma."
"Still, it seems unfair that they'd train a whole lot of you, then cut, I don't know, half, or however many they cut." They've finished, and she starts gathering the dishes, stacking the plates in the sink and slicing the remaining steak thinly before putting it in a covered dish and in the refrigerator.
"I guess." Jared picks up the glasses and silverware and follows his momma. He rinses the dishes and slides them into the dishwasher. "But if I wasn't swimming I'd be running sprints. I'd rather be in the pool."
"Weren't," his mother corrects, automatically. "Well, if you're happy with it."
Two months of torment by Jensen and two dozen other guys in Speedos? Jared could live with that. Especially if they're -- he breaks off that line of thought, but it's already raced directly downward and he makes his way to the upstairs bathroom as quickly and quietly as he can.