Fic: Stretch Right Up And Touch The Sky. RPS. Jensen/Jared. NC-17. Part 4

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Part 4

The school was empty and really boring without the seniors. It was only for three days and then they were free as well but those three days were long and boring and Jared couldn’t help wondering what it would be like next year. A whole winter without Jensen to watch and crush over. Two winters in fact. And Jensen would be off to college…

Jared suddenly realized he had no idea where Jensen was going to college. What if he was going somewhere far far away where he’d meet guys who were his age and not stupid high school kids who didn’t even have a driving license so they could sneak off to… Wherever College and meet him. God, that would blow so hard. Jared got teary just thinking about it.

“You’re behaving like a girl,” Chad said and popped his gum.

“Well, you should know,” Jared bit back. “Chad, I’m talking about losing him. My Jensen!”

“Your Jensen? Huh. So he kissing you yet?”

Jared sulked. “No.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “What’s his problem?”

“He’s nice. Too nice. That’s his problem.”

“Being nice blows. Or in your case, not.”

“I just don’t get it. The two times we did? It was like fire. Literally. I though I’d have scorch marks on my lips.” Jared sighed. “And now? Nothing. Isn’t he supposed to be at the height of his sexual peak or something? Why the hell doesn’t he want me?”

Chad shrugged and then asked, “Why don’t you just kiss him? Dude, you’re a giant. Just push him up against a wall and go at it.”

Jared shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what Tom did. Just took without asking. I’m not gonna be that guy.” ‘Again,’ he added silently.

Chad sighed. “Ok, ok. Then how about just asking him? Ask him why he won’t kiss you.”

“What if he says it’s because I’m a lousy kisser and he likes me as a friend but nothing more?”

“Well, better to know now, right?”

Jared bit his lip. They didn’t feel as just friends though. Chad sure never looked at him the way Jensen did. He could see the want in Jensen’s eyes but the guy kept backing away, as if he was restraining himself for Jared’s sake. And that just wouldn’t do. He just wasn’t sure how to approach the problem.

They continued to meet up after school. Jensen was obviously enjoying his freedom, usually lounging by the small pool in his backyard whenever Jared arrived, with sunglasses perched on his freckled nose and swim trunks slung low on his hips. They vegged out in the sun, drinking soda and floating lazily in the pool until the sun lowered itself behind the house, casting shadows over the yard. Then they went up to Jensen’s room and played videogames or watched TV. Sometimes Jared would catch Jensen looking at him with this hunger in his eyes that had his heart speeding up but every time he leaned in, Jensen backed away, just as before. It was driving Jared insane.

What the hell were they even doing? He touched Chad more these days than he touched Jensen and that was just wrong in so many ways. He didn’t know much about dating but he was pretty sure this wasn’t it. This was just… hanging out. With enough UST to blow up the planet. If nothing changed soon he would either break his promise to himself and just throw Jensen to the ground and molest him, or, to keep that from happening, blow his brains out. He really didn’t see any other option.

Thursday night he stood awkwardly at Jensen’s doorstep as he was leaving, feeling as if he might burst if he didn’t say something, but just as he opened his mouth Jensen suddenly asked,” So tomorrow’s your last day at school, right?”

Jared blinked. “Yeah.”

“Cool. We should do something.”

Jared’s idea of ‘something’ involved stripping Jensen naked and licking every drop of sweat off his body. He didn’t think that was what Jensen had in mind.

“Sure. Like what?”

“How about I borrow Jeff’s truck and we go for a drive?” Jensen suggested.

Now that sounded like a real date, not just hanging out. Jared’s heart sped up. Did that mean they were actually moving to the dating stage now?

“Sounds good,” he managed to choke out. “Should I bring anything?” he then added because despite evidence to the contrary, aka Ben, Jared’s mom had actually taught her sons some manners.

“I’m not quite that easy, you know,” Jensen said stiffly and Jared looked up in alarm.

“No! I didn’t mean… I wasn’t…” he stammered and Jensen instantly cracked up.

“Dude, I’m joking.” He punched Jared’s shoulder playfully. “You gotta learn to relax, Jare. You’re way too tense. Just bring yourself and maybe a couple of blankets and we should be good.”

“Blankets?”

“Jeff’s truck’s got a really nice flatbed. Might even fit your long ass legs lying down. Guess we’ll find out. Tomorrow?”

And Jared found himself facing a closed door, Jensen’s grin still flashing before his eyes.

Jared shifted on the doorstep and nearly fell over from the friction to his supersensitive dick. Damn. For being such a shy virgin Jensen sure was a talented cocktease.

Friday went by in a blur, not that it mattered, not like anyone was paying attention anyway. Even the teachers gave up holding any pretence of teaching and just let their students do pretty much whatever they wanted while dozing off behind their desks. As soon as the bell rang for the last time Jared waved goodbye to an amused Chad and rode his bike home as fast as he could.

Blankets, blankets… His mom would probably not appreciate him stealing her nice blankets from the couch so he rummaged through the closets until he found a couple of old woolen blankets that had seen better days. Well, at least they didn’t smell too bad. He contemplated what else he should bring, eyeing the bunch of bananas on the kitchen counter. Just the thought of Jensen eating one was enough to get him hard.

He swallowed and opened the fridge instead, staring into it. Unless he stole beer from his dad he didn’t really have any and it was rather short notice to get Chad to hook him up. And bringing soda seemed so… high school. Dammit. He slammed the fridge shut, grabbed two bananas and ran up to his room to add the bag of gummy bears he’d been saving for a rainy day. While there he stripped out of his sweaty clothes and changed into light-brown khaki pants that hung rather low on his hips and a white v-necked t-shirt that showed off his shoulders. Checking himself in the mirror for the last time he slipped on a pair of flip-flops and then hurried to Jensen’s house.

Jensen was already out in the driveway, fastening a cooler to the flatbed, and when Jared called out his name he turned to Jared with a huge smile.

“Hey! Finally! Was wondering if you’d managed to snatch detention your last day at school,” he said teasingly. “Thought I’d have to bust you out.”

“Funny,” Jared bit back but he couldn’t help grinning. “Had to go home first, you know. Not all of us have fancy cars.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen said with a dismissive wave. He gave the bindings a last tug before jumping off the flatbed, brushing dust of his knees. He was wearing extremely thin-worn cut-off jeans and a white wifebeater and if Jared hadn’t been sporting a hard-on just from Jensen’s smile that sure would have done the trick. He shifted uncomfortably and hoped he wasn’t too obvious.

Jensen looked him over and quirked an eyebrow. “So… banana?”

“What?” Jared’s face blushed deep red and he fought the urge to cover himself. “No! I was just… I…”

Jensen stared at him and then he started laughing. “The fruit, Jared. In your bag.”

Jared blinked and then looked at the fruit in question, poking up from the bag holding the blankets. “Oh. Uh, well… In case we get hungry?” he offered, feeling like a complete idiot.

Jensen grinned up at him. “I packed us food but you’re right, with your appetite it’s better to bring extra.”

He pulled out the two bananas, barely holding his laughter in check as he jumped back up on the flatbed, unlocked the cooler and put the fruit inside it. Jared stood back and tried to keep from ogling Jensen’s ass too much but when he bent over it was pretty much impossible not to. Before Jared had time to avert his eyes Jensen straightened up and caught him staring and for a moment it was hard to see which one was more embarrassed. But then Jensen laughed softly and put a hand on Jared’s shoulder as he jumped down from the back of the car.

“You ready to go, tiger?”

“Yeah,” Jared said, relieved. Maybe Jensen didn’t mind being ogled. After all, with an ass like that, he was probably used to it.

The truck was spacious and it was a great change from Jared’s family’s Honda to not have to pull his knees up to his ears in order to sit in the front seat. He sat back and closed his eyes, one arm dangling out the window to catch a little of the afternoon breeze since even the air conditioning in the car couldn’t properly fight the heat. Summer was definitely here and the last couple of days melting in the sun by Jensen’s pool had deepened Jared’s tan to a golden brown. Once or twice he glanced over to Jensen and caught him looking back and the heat of his gaze was enough to make sweat run down Jared’s back.

They finally got off the main road and followed a narrow dirt path for a couple of miles until Jensen finally stopped the truck by a small lake, secluded by tall trees. When he turned the engine off all that could be heard were a few birds twittering and the ticking of the engine cooling down. For a moment they just sat there, gazing out over the lake, the silence somewhat overwhelming. Then Jensen looked over at Jared and grinned.

“Last one in is a pussy,” he said and before Jared could say, ‘Huh?’ Jensen was out of the car and toeing off his sneakers.

“Are you completely insane?” Jared yelled but he was already getting out as well, kicking off his flip-flops and tugging at his t-shirt. “It’s probably freezing!”

“Only one way to find out,” Jensen yelled back and then he was running down to the lake, his t-shirt landing in a heap on the grass moments before he jumped in. There was a loud splash and then he shot up, cursing and laughing. “Jesus fucking Christ!

For a moment Jared stood stock still, the sight of a wet Jensen in nothing but those ratty old jeans making his body misbehave in the worst way possible. He’d planned to take off his pants and just dive in in his boxer briefs since the prospect of wearing wet pants the rest of the day didn’t really sit that well with him but now the thought of Jensen seeing the state of his dick had him hesitating. Christ, Jensen hadn’t said anything about going swimming. It just wasn’t fair springing things like swimming and water and nakedness on people, completely unprepared!

“Dude, are you coming or what?” Jensen shouted and ducked under again before emerging, shaking the water out of his hair. Jared swallowed.

“Uh… yeah. I just…”

He started working on his pants, struggling with the button until he remembered it was a slide-in hook and finally got it open. When he glanced up Jensen was lying on his back in the water, floating peacefully. Okay, problem solved. All he had to do was get into the water before Jensen caught sight of his little problem. That shouldn’t be too hard, no pun intended. He shimmied quickly out of the khaki pants and kicked them to the side, then ran across the grass and jumped into the lake without hesitation.

Oh holy fucking Jesus!!

It was like getting electrocuted, he imagined, if electricity was really, really freezing cold. He was aware of resurfacing and possibly gulping in air though he couldn’t really feel it in his lungs, and then flailing around in panic when he started to sink again. It wasn’t like he couldn’t swim, he’d just momentarily forgotten how. Just before his head went under someone grabbed at his arm and pulled him up and the next he knew he was being held under the chin with his head resting on Jensen’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Jare, you okay?”

“Gah!” he gasped and clawed at Jensen’s head, trying to catch hold. He was gonna sink and he was gonna drown and he would never lose his virginity ever!

“Hey, hey! Calm down. Jared, listen to me, you gotta relax. I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Jared wasn’t sure if it was the words or Jensen’s calm voice whispering them in his ear or possibly the warmth of Jensen’s cheek pressed against his own but he stopped struggling and breathed out, letting his limbs go lax in the water.

“That’s right. Just like that,” Jensen murmured and shifted his hold so he held Jared’s head under the chin with one hand and the other arm crossing his chest. “You okay?”

“Ye-eah,” he breathed shakily.

“I should have warned you, I’m sorry. It’s a lot colder than you’d think.”

Jared nodded but he was already feeling better as his body adjusted to the temperature. “It’s okay. Just took me off guard, that’s all.”

Jensen tightened his hold and Jared closed his eyes. This was actually very nice, now he was over the whole ‘I’m gonna die!’ thing. Water lapped at his chin and the sun shone down on his face and Jensen’s felt warm and safe behind him. He breathed in deep and turned his head a little until Jensen’s warm breath brushed his cheek. He thought he could feel Jensen’s lips brush his skin but that might have been accidental. Didn’t make it any less nice.

“You wanna get out of the water?” Jensen asked after a while. “Warm up a little?”

“Yeah, ok,” he said sleepily even though he was hard put to move. “I didn’t bring any towels,” he then added with frown

“Guess I’ll have to warm you then.”

And this time it was definitely a kiss as Jensen’s warm lips pressed briefly against his temple, before he started swimming them to shore.

“I can swim myself, you know,” Jared said as he let Jensen tug him along, not making any attempt to do so.

“I know,” Jensen laughed, “but it’s good practice. Never know when you might need to rescue a Sasquatch from drowning.”

He ducked from Jared’s lame swap at his head and then suddenly they were in shallow water and stumbling onto land. Jared sat shivering on the grass while Jensen fetched the blankets. He put one over Jared’s shoulder and he bundled himself up in it while he watched Jensen spread the other blanket on the ground before fetching the cooler from the flatbed. The wet jeans clung to Jensen like they were painted on him and drops of water kept running down from his hair and onto his shoulders before trickling down his freckled chest. He sat down on the blanket and opened the cooler, pulling out two beers. He handed one over to Jared who swept his own wet mop of hair from his eyes before accepting with a strained smile.

“You okay?” Jensen asked, looking worried. “Did you swallow any? Water, I mean.”

Jared waved his hand dismissively. “No, I’m okay. Thank you,” he added after drinking down half the bottle. Apparently almost drowning made him thirsty.

Jensen frowned. “What for?”

“Not letting me drown.”

Jensen shook his head with a smile. “Dude, it’s only like seven feet. You’d have popped up eventually. I’m surprised you didn’t touch bottom with those long legs.”

“Maybe.” Jared shrugged. “Still, you never know.”

He drained the rest of the beer and shrugged the blanket off his shoulders before laying down on the other one, next to Jensen. The sun did a better job of warming him up than the blanket anyway. That, and Jensen’s gaze.

Jared squinted up at him and smiled which made Jensen blush but he didn’t look away. Instead he reached out to run his fingers through Jared’s hair, pushing it away from his eyes and tugging it behind his ears, the same way he’d done that night at the party, in what seemed a lifetime ago.

“Hey,” Jared said softly.

“Hey,” Jensen whispered back.

“Can I ask you something?”

Jensen raised one eyebrow. “Okay.” He slid down until they were laying side by side, Jared flat on his back, Jensen turned toward him with one hand propped under his chin. “Fire away,” he said lightly but there was a guarded look in his eyes that made Jared hesitate.

“I just… What are we doing?” he quickly blurted out before he could change his mind.

Jensen frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Us. Are we…? Is this a date? Are we dating?”

A smile tugged at Jensen’s lips. “What do you think?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know.” He swallowed. “You keep asking me over but we never… do anything. Like before. Was I… Was I bad?”

Jensen stared down at him. “God, Jared. No! You were anything but bad.”

“So… you just don’t like me anymore like that? Is that it? Cos I just don’t get it. Wasn’t it hot? I thought it was hot. I mean, you were really, really hot and it felt really good and I thought you’d liked it but then you won’t even touch me and I just don’t know what…umph!”

It was just as he remembered except better because Jensen smelled of water and sunshine and tasted sweet with beer and if anything he’d gotten better at kissing. Which really didn’t sound possible because he’d been so damn good before but somehow it still seemed that way. Or maybe it was Jared that was getting better at kissing back, that sounded more likely. And why was he thinking so much when there was kissing to be done?

Jensen’s hands were in Jared’s hair, fingers getting caught in the tangled damp mass, and he kissed like he’d been starving for it for weeks. If Jared hadn’t been lying down already he’d have toppled over from lack of oxygen by now. He let his hands slide shakily from where he’d been gripping Jensen’s biceps, and over to his back, spreading his fingers to span as much skin as he could. It was warm from the sun and damp with water and sweat and he didn’t think he’d ever felt anything as amazing.

Jensen whimpered into his mouth when the tip of Jared’s pinky slipped under the waistband of his jeans and the sound was enough to make Jared hard as rock. He bucked up and clawed frantically at Jensen’s jeans, finally hooking his fingers into the belt loops and hoisting him up until he lay on top of him, damp jeans rasping Jared’s thighs. He suddenly remembered he was only wearing his boxers but he couldn’t really care less, not when he could feel Jensen’s dick hard against his.

“Oh God,” he managed when Jensen pulled away briefly for air. “You still like me then?”

“I still like you,” Jensen shuddered against his neck. “Wanted you, so much. Been killing me.”

“So why…?”

“Wanted to touch you and kiss you and, God, taste you.” He sucked on Jared’s neck and he let his head fall back, panting for breath. “You taste so good. Too good. You drive me insane and I can’t… I can’t…” He sucked in his breath and started to slide off but Jared held on to his hips, keeping him still.

“Can’t what?” Jared groaned. “Oh Jesus.”

Jensen was trembling, body rigid, but he didn’t try to move away again. “I can’t stop. You… What you do to me… I want you so much.”

“Then don’t stop. Want you too. Please, Jen.”

“I can’t… I shouldn’t… I won’t be able to stop. Jared, I need to stop!”

He jerked away and rolled off until he lay on his back with one arm slung over his eyes, mouth open as his chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing. Jared sat up slowly. His dick was so hard it was aching but for once he didn’t feel embarrassed about the obvious tent in his thin boxers.

“Jen?” he asked cautiously.

“I’m sorry. I just…” Jensen gulped in air, his free hand pressing down on the bulge in his pants. “Oh God.”

“Is this the age thing again? Because I don’t care about that.”

“I do!” Jensen lifted the arm away from his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and he swallowed hard. “God, Jare, you’re only fifteen years old!”

“So?” Jared threw himself down, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, as he groaned in frustration. “Jesus, Jen, what the hell does it matter? Half the guys in my class are having sex and most of the girls too.”

Jensen shook his head. “Yeah, and half of them are lying about it. Doesn’t matter anyway, Jare, this is different.”

“Why?” Jared turned his head and stared at him. “Because we’re both guys? Are you kidding me?”

“Jare…”

“No. It’s stupid. And… and bigoted. So if I were a girl you’d have me halfway to heaven by now but because I’ve got a dick we’ve got to wait… how long?” He sat up, glaring down at Jensen. “‘Til I’m seventeen? No. No way.”

“It’s not just because you’re a guy. It’s a big deal, ok? Sex is a frigging big deal!”

Jared huffed in frustration. “How do you know if you’ve never had any? Don’t put this on me just because you’re scared!”

Jensen sat up as well, glaring at him indignantly. “I’m not scared! I’m trying to protect you! I’m doing this for you!”

“Well, I don’t want you doing this for me.” Jared got to his feet and grabbed his pants, yanking them on in anger. “It’s not yours to decide whether I’m ready or not. I’m not a kid!”

“Jared…” Jensen sighed and got to his feet as well. “I’m not saying you are, I’m just…”

“No.”

Jensen threw up his hands in frustration. “I don’t want to be the guy you look back on later, thinking ‘he’s the reason I’m fucked up,’ ok? I just… I can’t be that guy!”

“Jesus, Jen. I’ve already told you, you’re not! I don’t know who fucked you up but whatever he was like, you’re nothing like him.”

“You don’t know…”

“No, I don’t. Because you never tell me anything! Maybe if you did I’d understand where this was coming from.”

Jensen dropped his gaze, his jaw clenching. “It’s nothing.”

Jared sighed. “Don’t do that. Talk to me. Tell me!”

“Nothing happened, ok? It was just… this guy. I had a crush on him and he said if I did… stuff, he’d like me. That’s all.”

Jared suddenly felt cold despite the warm sun beating down on his back. “What kind of stuff?”

“Touch him. And… suck him. And I did and then he wanted more and I got scared and said no and… he got mad.”

It was chilling how small Jensen’s voice got, his shoulders slumping as if the memory was shrinking him.

“Shit.” Jared didn’t really know what to say, how much he actually wanted to know. “How mad?” he finally asked, because somehow he couldn’t not know.

Jensen swallowed. “Mad enough to try and take it anyway.”

“Jesus!”

“It’s okay,” Jensen hurried to add. “Chris walked in on us and that was it.” He smiled half-heartedly. “Even back then he was one scary kid when he got mad. Knocked the guy over the head with his baseball bat.”

Kid? Pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place and the picture they were revealing wasn’t a pretty one. “Jensen, when was this? How old were you?”

“Four years ago. I was fourteen.”

“Jesus!”

Jensen finally looked up, his eyes hard and determined. “That’s why, ok? I won’t do that to you.”

“Jen, you would never do that to me. Never.” Jared sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Look, I get it. You think I’m too young to know what I’m getting myself into. That I’m just going along with what you want, the way you did, right? Well, I’m not because I’m not like that. Believe me, if there was something I didn’t want, I’d be the first one to pipe up.”

“You might not. I didn’t.”

“You did, Jen. You said no. And he was an asshole and didn’t care. That won’t happen with us because you’re not that guy!”

When Jensen still didn’t look convinced Jared sighed and pulled himself up to his full height, something he hardly ever did, more used to slouching ever since he shot up way past everyone in his class two years ago. “Seriously, Jen. Even if you were that kind of asshole, I’m still bigger than you.”

“What? No, you’re not,” Jensen protested.

“By at least a couple of inches, man.”

Jensen glared at him and Jared sighed. “I’m talking about my height, you idiot, not… other parts.” He grinned. “There I know I’m bigger.”

“Shut up.” But a smile tugged at the corner of Jensen’s lips and Jared grinned as well, noticing that Jensen didn’t deny it.

“The point I’m trying to make is, that it’s not like you could force me even if you wanted to. I can hold my own, man. I outgrew being bullied years ago.”

“But…”

Jared took hold of Jensen’s head and pressed their lips together, kissing Jensen until his knees buckled and he clawed at Jared’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. Jared let one hand slid down to cup Jensen’s ass, letting him feel just how hard Jared was for him as he fit them tight together. Then he pulled away and rested his forehead against Jensen’s, both of them breathing heavily.

“Do you realize how stupid this is? You’re afraid to kiss me because you might lose control and I was afraid to kiss you because, hell, I saw the way Tom was with you and I swore I wouldn’t be like that.”

“You’re not. Jare…”

“And you’re not anything like the asshole who screwed you over. Ok? So how ‘bout we both stop worrying so much and just… have this? Can we have this? Please?”

Jensen swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, Jare,” he finally said and Jared breathed out in relief.

They kissed again, slower this time, tasting each other’s mouths and breathing each other’s air. Jensen didn’t object when Jared tugged him back down on the blanket, just folded his knees and went with. He still seemed hesitant to take the lead so Jared let himself fall down on the blanket, pulling Jensen with him, never letting go of his mouth. The kiss got deeper and more heated but Jared could feel Jensen was still holding back, the sharp hitches of his breath and the way he held himself up on his elbows, letting their torsos touch as little as possible, a clear sign of his nervousness.

Jared reluctantly let go of Jensen’s lips and mouthed his way along the jaw instead, feeling a hint of stubble snagging at his lips and tongue. Jensen was shivering now, clenching his jaw and tightening his fingers in Jared’s hair. He had to be up on his toes to manage to keep his distance and Jared just couldn’t have that. He let his hands slide down Jensen’s back and to his ass, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his jeans and over the smooth skin of his buttocks. Jensen jerked his hips, involuntarily it seems because he lost his precious balance and oomphed when his chest hit Jared’s, who wasted no time pressing him even closer until their erections were aligned and grinding against each other.

“This feels familiar,” Jared murmured and Jensen laughed shakily. “Want to come in your pants again or…” he tugged at Jensen’s jeans, “take these off?”

Jensen stiffened. “We shouldn’t…”

“We’re not gonna fuck, Jen, ok? Not today. Remember, you can’t hurt me and I’m not gonna hurt you. Just… let me feel you.”

Jensen shook in his arms. “Ok, ok,” he finally whispered and Jared kissed his shoulder. He tugged at Jensen’s jeans until they slid past his hipbones and he could finally feel the smooth skin under his hands and the coarse brush of Jensen’s pubic hairs against his stomach. Just a little further and Jensen’s cock sprang free, slapping Jared’s thigh eagerly. He groaned, his hips jerking, and Jared sucked in his breath.

“Fuck, you make me so hard. Jesus!”

“I… Please,” Jensen whimpered, one hand fluttering down and hovering at Jared’s hips.

“You wanna feel it? You wanna feel how hard you make me?”

Jensen let his forehead rest on Jared’s shoulder, shuddering. “Yes. Please.”

“Do it. C’mon, Jen, strip me.”

Jensen hitched his breath and for a moment Jared thought maybe he’d gone too far with the whole toppy bottom thing and made Jensen regress rather than push him forward, but then suddenly Jensen growled and started tugging frantically at Jared’s pants as he sucked at his neck. After finally figuring out the sliding button thing he ripped down the zipper and then he had his hand down the front, cupping Jared’s cock briefly through his underwear before deciding that wasn’t enough and started tugging at the waistband, trying to get them off him as well.

Jared lifted his hips to help him along, his breath becoming shallower the more he got turned on. Jesus, Jensen was toppy as hell when he allowed himself to let go and it was so goddamn hot Jared could hardly breathe. He had a feeling Jensen hadn’t been allowed to ever take the upper hand with Tom - he hadn’t seemed the kind of guy who’d like being bossed around in that way - and now Jensen’s more assertive side was breaking out big time. Not that Jared was about to complain, he was too busy trying not to come before they’d even started.

“Jesus, what you do to me,” Jensen growled. “I want to taste you. Want to suck that big cock.”

And apparently he had a filthy mouth too. Like Jared’s mom used to say, it was always the quiet ones. Although he wasn’t sure this was what she’d had in mind.

“Okay,” Jared gasped. “Yeah. Do it.”

Jensen slid down, biting and licking his way down Jared’s chest. He sucked each nipple quickly into his mouth, taking them between his teeth and nibbling lightly before letting them go and moving on. Jared let his head fall back, overcome by the sensation, and by the time Jensen reached his cock he was sure all it would take was feeling Jensen’s hot breath on him to make him come.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” Jensen was muttering against his stomach. “You are a big boy.”

“And still growing,” Jared moaned. “If it’s too much for you…” he started and then lost what little brain function he had when Jensen eagerly sucked him into his mouth.

Later that night he would lay in bed and wonder, without really wanting to, when and with whom Jensen had learned to give blowjobs like that and get disturbing images of a fourteen year old Jensen on his knees while some asshole who looked remarkably much like Tom, fucked his mouth. It made him angry and then it made him hard and then it made him feel like a total creep for being unable to keep his hands from reaching down and jerking off, still with the image of young Jensen staring up at him, eyes wide and mouth wrapped around his dick. Fourteen! Two years younger than Jared himself was now. And even if he’d been crushing on Jensen for those two years he knew he hadn’t been ready then to do anything like that. Because Jensen was right. Sex was a big deal. Even now. And the thought of being forced to do anything he wasn’t ready to do… It made his heart speed up and not in a good way.

But right then he couldn’t think of anything except the heat of Jensen’s mouth, the slick slide of his tongue as it curled around his dick and the small noises he made as Jared reached down and slid his fingers into Jensen’s hair, pressing him closer without even meaning to. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt and if he’d died and gone to heaven right then he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

Jensen sucked him in deep and Jared jerked his hips, unable to keep from thrusting further into that heat. Jensen coughed as he pulled off and looked up at him, his lips swollen and spit-slick as he panted shallowly. “You’re gonna choke me, man, if you do that,” he said and pushed Jared’s hips down, holding him still.

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean… God! Just… It’s so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah. More, I want… Please, Jen.”

Jensen licked his lips, then pursed them in thought. “Ok, let’s try this,” he finally said and hooked his thumbs under Jared’s knees, pushing them up. “If you want to stop at any time, just let me know, and I will. I promise.”

Jared wanted to ask what he was planning but then Jensen sucked him into his mouth again and he forgot everything else. Making sure to keep his hips still on the ground he threw one arm over his eyes, the other hand fisting the blanket beneath him. It was all so incredibly good and still he couldn’t help feeling he wanted something more. Something…

Oh God!

“Wha…? Jesus!”

Jensen let his cock go with a wet pop and kissed his thigh. “Relax, it will be good, I promise,” he said soothingly and wriggled his finger a little, making Jared suck in his breath.

“It’s pretty good right now!” Jared gasped. “So, so weird but good. Very, very good.”

Jensen chuckled, puffs of air grazing the head of Jared’s dick. “It will get even better once I…”

He pushed in a little further and Jared was just about to tell him it couldn’t really get much better than this when the tip of Jensen’s finger pushed against something inside him and white sparks exploded before his eyes.

“There,” Jensen exclaimed in triumph and then sucked Jared down as deep as he could.

It was all over and done with then. To be frank Jared was amazed he had lasted this long with his very first blowjob. Add to that whatever the hell Jensen had been doing… If he never regained muscle power in his legs again it would still be worth it.

He was faintly aware of Jensen crawling up his body until he was nuzzled against his neck, nibbling playfully at his ear before relaxing to lay down beside him. “Good?” he asked gleefully.

“Nghamahba,” Jared managed and Jensen laughed into his ear.

“Really? That good?”

“Nghuymy,” Jared said and shuddered violently. He turned his head to give Jensen a sloppy kiss but he moved away, frowning.

“I just blew you, man. I taste like come.”

Jared blinked. “So?”

“It’s gross, Jare.”

“I think it’s hot,” Jared said and put his hand behind Jensen’s neck, pulling him in. He did taste weird but it wasn’t as if Jared had never tasted himself. And he figured if Jensen could stand having the taste of Jared’s come in his mouth Jared himself really had no grounds to complain. Jensen resisted slightly at first but then he relaxed into the kiss, allowing Jared to lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue. When they finally pulled apart they were both panting and Jensen gazed at him in wonder.

“I’ve never done that,” he said dazedly and Jared frowned in confusion.

“Blowed someone? But you said…”

“No. Kissed after… you know.” He blushed. “You didn’t think it was gross?”

Jared just stared at him. “Like kissing you could ever be gross.”

That earned him a small smile. “Not even if I got the flu and had snot all over?”

He pretended to think it over. “Well, I’d blow your nose first, I guess. But after that? Snog central, man.”

“Snog?”

“Snog. You know, snog.” At Jensen’s clueless face he sighed dramatically. “It’s British for kissing. Or making out, I‘m not sure. Don’t you watch Buffy?”

“Is that the one with the vampires?” Jensen scrunched up his nose. “I don’t really like sci-fi that much.”

Jared gasped. “You… Oh wow. I’m not sure we can be friends anymore,” he exclaimed dramatically, “That’s like blasphemy, man. Buffy’s not sci-fi. It’s life in its truest form! Philosophical and deep and…”

“Vampires.”

“That’s it. We’re having a Buffy marathon. I’ll convert you yet!”

Jensen laughed and rolled over to his back. “Yeah, yeah. You try, big guy,” he chuckled and closed his eyes against the sun.

Jared watched the fine line at the corner of Jensen’s eyes crinkle and the shadows of his eyelashes play across his cheekbones. He really was amazingly beautiful and it struck Jared how lucky he was that Jensen had so much as even looked at him, let alone become his… boyfriend. Jensen could have any guy he wanted and still he’d set his eyes on Jared. He had no idea why, he really couldn’t think of anything that made him special. He’d always been goofy and klutzy and after getting his growth spurt which had him towering over everyone else, he’d felt increasingly out of place and awkward. And yet here he was, basking in the sun with the school’s Wonder Boy, having just had the best orgasm of his entire life, coming down Jensen’s throat.

Oh shit. He looked down at Jensen’s cock that had started to go soft, tilting to the side. He’d been so caught up in getting his first blowjob he’d totally forgotten about reciprocating. Jensen probably thought he was a complete selfish bastard. Or even worse, scared.

He glanced up at Jensen’s face. A soft smile was playing upon his lips and his eyes were moving slightly behind thin eyelids. Jared didn’t think he was asleep, just basking in the sun, letting the heat lull him into a dozy state. He looked totally relaxed and happy, as if he didn’t care at all that he’d been left hard and unsatisfied. As if this whole thing had just been about Jared and giving him what he wanted. But Jared remembered the hunger in Jensen’s eyes and the almost desperate way he’d kissed him, like he was going to die if he didn’t get more.

Tentatively he reached out and ran his index finger up Jensen’s cock. It jumped just as Jensen drew in his breath and Jared glanced up at him again. His eyes were still shut but tighter now and his lips were slightly parted. As Jared watched Jensen’s tongue darted out to lick over his lips, almost nervously.

“I want to make you feel good too,” Jared whispered and let his fingers run up and down Jensen’s dick again, slightly firmer this time.

“You don’t have to…” Jensen choked out but his hips jerked and he sucked in his breath again when Jared’s thumb grazed the head. “Oh God. Jared…”

“I want to,” he repeated and shimmied down the blanket until he was hovering inches above Jensen’s now fully hard cock. “I want to know what it’s like. I want to… taste you.”

“Jesus!” Jensen groaned and slung one arm over his eyes. “Jared…”

“Just let me know if I’m doing something wrong,” he said and before he could change his mind he reached out with his tongue and licked a path up Jensen’s cock. Huh, that was… strange. Not bad strange just… strange.

He ignored Jensen’s small gasps of ‘Oh God’ and ‘So good’ and concentrated on how it felt as he continued licking. It tasted slightly salty but not unpleasant. The precome was a bit sticky, not that that was anything new to him, he just wasn’t used to it clinging to his tongue like that. But he was even more fascinated by the softness of the skin. It felt almost like velvet under his tongue. He wondered if his own was as soft as this to the touch. Sure it felt soft under his fingers but against the slickness of his tongue it was a whole other experience. He wanted to ask Jensen about it but decided it could wait, especially when he felt Jensen’s hand fumbling at his head, finally sliding trembling fingers into his hair and altering between tugging and stroking as if he couldn’t make up his mind what to do. The strokes made Jared feel warm in his belly but the tugs had heat shoot to his groin and he felt his own cock stir lazily under his thigh. He shifted on the blanket, moaning when the rough surface scraped against his still sensitive cock.

But this wasn’t about him. This was about Jensen. Jared ignored his own problem for now and concentrated on the task at hand, licking his lips slick before sliding them over the head of Jensen’s cock, sucking him into his mouth.

“Jesus! Jesus fucking Christ!”

Jensen bucked as he tugged forcefully at Jared’s hair, hard enough that it hurt but damn, in such a good way. He moaned around Jensen’s cock, letting it slide further into his mouth before raising his head so it slipped almost all the way out, only leaving the head inside the cave of his mouth. Jensen was panting rapidly, the air rasping in his throat, and the hand that wasn’t tangled in Jared’s hair slammed repeatedly down on the blanket, palm flat.

“Oh God, oh God…”

Jared sucked him in again, the hand that had been resting on Jensen’s thigh slipping up to stroke lightly against his balls.

“Oh fuck!”

That was all the warning he got before Jensen went absolutely still and then he was arching off the blanket, spurts of come hitting the back of Jared’s throat. He coughed and swallowed, too surprised to even consider pulling off, with drops of come slipping out of his mouth and running down his chin. He kept Jensen’s cock in his mouth, loving the way it twitched as it slowly softened, running his tongue in slow circles around the head until Jensen whimpered and weakly tried to push him off. Then he let it slide out with a wet pop, wiping his face dry on Jensen’s thigh before looking up, hope in his eyes,

“Was it good?” he asked and Jensen choked out a weak laughter, his whole body shuddering.

“You… you could say that,” he groaned and untangled his fingers from Jared’s hair, patting him awkwardly. “Christ, Jare, you trying to kill me?”

Jared grinned. “So you liked it?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Jensen opened one eye and glanced down at him. “Come here,” he said and tugged on Jared’s hair. “Want to kiss you.”

“You sure?” Jared teased as he slid up until he was hovering over Jensen, smiling down at him. “Someone told me kissing after a blowjob was gross.”

“Someone was very wrong,” Jensen growled and pulled him down, licking his way inside Jared’s mouth. The kiss turned softer and lighter as it went on until they were merely nibbling at each other, smiling and laughing into each other’s mouths.

“You taste better than me,” Jensen said suddenly with a smile. “Guess it’s all that innocence.”

“Really? I’m thinking it’s the candy,” Jared said with a contemplative nod. “I eat lots of candy. Lots and lots of candy. Makes me all sweet like.”

“Yeah? So what do I taste of?”

“Beer.” Jared deadpanned and then oomphed when Jensen elbowed him. “Hey, it’s good beer.”

“Talking of which…”

Jared reluctantly allowed Jensen to roll away from under him and crawl over to the cooler.

“You hungry?” Jensen asked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught Jared staring at his ass.

Jared’s stomach growled.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jensen said with a laugh and started pulling food out of the cooler.

They ate sandwiches and Doritos and swallowed it down with beer. Then Jared tried deepthroating the banana which had Jensen first choking with laughter and then his eyes heat up and before Jared had any time to react he was being pushed down on the blanket and kissed to within an inch of his life, with Jensen’s hand around his dick and the banana squished into the blanket under his shoulder. Not that he was complaining.

The rest of the day was spent talking and kissing and touching and finally dozing off in the sun. Jared groaned when Jensen nudged him awake some time later, finding that the sun had disappeared behind the trees and shadows were cast over where they lay. He shivered, his skin covered in goose bumps and they got dressed in a hurry, packing up the remains of the food and rolling up the blankets before stacking everything onto the car.

“Never tried the flatbed,” Jared said mournfully as they got into the car and Jensen looked over at him with a smile.

“Next time,” he said and Jared smiled back. Next time sounded good.

They drove home in comfortable silence, Jensen’s hand drifting over every now and then to stroke Jared’s thigh or clutch his knee. When they finally pulled up outside Jared’s house he grabbed the door handle and then looked over at Jensen, suddenly awkward.

“So…” he said, licking his lips nervously. “Tomorrow?”

Jensen smiled and started to nod but then he suddenly frowned. “Oh. Damn. We’re going to visit my grandma this weekend. I’d totally forgotten,” he said apologetically. “Monday?”

“Yeah, sure.” Jared gave him a smile that he hoped looked genuine. Two days without Jensen! He wasn’t sure he could survive that.

“Alright.”

Jensen gave him a nod and Jared opened the door and started to move out of the car when Jensen suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back in, kissing him hard. Then he let Jared go so abruptly he lost his balance and almost fell out of the car, eyes wide in shock.

“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time,” Jensen said, slightly out of breath, and this time Jared’s smile was blinding.

“With your grandma? You naughty boy.”

Jensen smirked but his cheeks pinked shyly. “Funny. I’ll call you, ok?”

“Yeah. Ok.”

He stood watching as the car pulled away from the curb and until it disappeared around the curve before heading inside, grinning like a fool. He toed off his flip-flops in the hallway and started for the kitchen, but was suddenly confronted with Ben.

“Hey, is dinner ready…” he started to ask but Ben shook his head and fixed him with a blunt look.

“They saw you,” he said quietly. “Way to go to kiss your boyfriend in broad daylight, bro, right in front of our house.”

“What?”

“They’re in there waiting for you. Just thought I’d warn you.” And then he slipped by and up the stairs, leaving Jared to stare at the kitchen door, heart hammering in his chest. Oh shit.

Continued in Part 5