Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 8/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
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Jensen’s not sure what he expected Colin’s reaction to be, but the more the moment drags on, the more he’s starting to freak out. Colin is just standing there, saying nothing, looking at him like he’s a really hard physics problem that needs solving. Jensen’s not liking the frown that’s deepening on the teen’s forehead, or the pinched look that’s taking over his face making him look like he has the weight of the world on his young shoulders. If Colin doesn’t answer him soon, Jensen thinks he’ll burst out of his skin.
He watches as Colin swallows a few times, and after what feels like an eternity, he has to speak, “Tell me what you’re thinking, man, you’re killing me here!”
The teen blinks like he’s coming out of a trance. He raises his right hand and flexes it, and Jensen notices the dressing on it for the first time. He rushes forward and takes hold of Colin’s thin wrist, “What happened?” he says, full of concern.
Colin shrugs, “I was pissed off and had a fight with the wall…the wall won,” he says like it’s no big deal.
Jensen doesn’t wait for him to say anything else, he grips Colin’s wrist tighter and peels back the dressing with the other hand. He winces when he sees the cuts and bruises over the soft, young skin. He’s torn, he wants to pull Colin to him and hold him tight. He wants to take back everything that he’s done to cause the teen pain, but at the same time he can’t bring himself to wish that, because although yesterday was a knee jerk reaction to what happened with Jared, it didn’t feel as wrong as he knows it should have. He looks into the teen’s big blue eyes, a fresh stab of pain in his chest as he sees tears waiting to spill over, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
Colin nods, then he takes a low slow breath in through his nose, and Jensen knows this is it, “You should go,” Colin says, his voice barely audible.
It feels like a bucket of ice water has been poured over Jensen’s head, and his chest feels so tight someone may have put it in a vice. He struggles to catch his breath and feels dizzy. He lets go of Colin’s hand and it feels like he’s letting go of any happiness he might have in the foreseeable future. He stares blankly at the wall behind Colin as he tries to will his body to act normally.
Colin says something else, but Jensen doesn’t hear it, his ears are full of his own heartbeat and disappointment. “JENSEN!” Colin shouts, making his head snap up and pay attention, “did you hear me?”
The older man nods, still shocked at Colin’s words. The rational part of his brain is telling him he should’ve been prepared for this, it was a yes or no question, after all. “I’ll…um…yeah, I’ll go if that’s what you want.”
He turns to leave and is startled when Colin grabs his arm, “Did you hear me properly?” the teen asks, his voice at a higher pitch than before, almost desperate sounding.
Jensen stares at him, confused, “Yeah, you said I should go, so I’m…going, I guess.”
Colin tugs his arm and turns him so that they’re face to face again. He licks his lips and Jensen can’t help following the movement with his eyes, “I said you should go, we both know that’s the right thing to do.”
Jensen blinks, his brain trying to catch up, “Wait, are you saying you don’t want me to go? You’re kinda giving me mixed signals, here!”
Colin’s reply is wordless, he grabs Jensen’s jacket and tugs so hard that they almost slam into one another. He grabs Jensen by the back of the neck and kisses him hard and desperate, pulling him even closer still so that there’s barely an inch of space between them.
Jensen soon gets with the program and kisses back, relief flooding through him - much more than he expected to feel, truth be told. He runs a fist through Colin’s hair and angles his head so it’s more comfortable and just kisses and kisses. There’s tongue and teeth, until eventually his lips are numb and they’re both panting and have to pull away to breathe.
Colin’s cheeks are flushed, his lips slick, red and swollen. Jensen wants to dive back in until the teen is desperate for more, but he can’t. Instead he cups Colin’s face and kisses him gently, slow pecks that he hopes are a reassurance and a promise all rolled into one. Colin makes a disappointed groan when Jensen finally steps back and puts space between them. He leans in again, trying to capture Jensen’s lips, but the older man stops him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he says, his voice low and rough with arousal, “because believe me, I really want to, but…”
Colin’s shoulders sag, obviously disappointed, but he nods, “I know, you need time.”
Jensen slips both of his hands into Colin’s, being careful not to squeeze too tight on the teen’s injured hand, the pain of his own, forgotten, “I do, it’s the only way. I won’t rush headlong into this because I’m just going to end up fucking it up, and I refuse to do that.” he says, and he really means it.
Colin nods again but offers him a small smile, “It’s OK, I’ve waited this long, a little more time won’t kill me,” he looks worried then, and squeezes Jensen’s hands, “it’s only going to be a little more time, right?”
Jensen sighs, “I don’t know how long it’ll be, Colin, my whole life is up in the air right now. I promise I’ll be as quick as I can.” He leans in to give Colin another kiss, his lips are so soft and swollen still, and Jensen knows his body will take over all his good intentions if he doesn’t get out of here right now, “I’m going,” he says, psyching himself up, “I’m going.”
“I’ll go up first,” Colin says, at the same time as he reaches down and adjusts his crotch, “make sure no-one sees us coming out of here, together. Ungh,” he groans as he pushes down against where Jensen can see the outline of his dick in his jeans, “look what you did, you bastard!” Colin croaks, but stops touching himself with what’s obviously great difficulty.
Jensen holds his hands up, “Teenage hormones, kiddo, can’t blame it all on me,” he smirks.
Colin nods to Jensen’s crotch, where his own bulge is evident, “What about that then?” he says, smugly.
Jensen shakes his head and rolls his eyes, fondly, “Cocky little shit,” he mumbles.
Colin giggles, honest to God, giggles and Jensen feels a warmth in his chest at the sound. He knows right then that once he’s wrapped his head around this shitstorm of his life, he wants to hear that sound again and again.
“OK, it’s clear” Colin whispers from the top of the stairs.
Jensen runs up them, giving Colin’s ass a squeeze on the way passed, making the teen squeak in surprise. The older man turns and winks at him before heading back into the bar. He slips out, and into his truck as quickly as he can.
He grips the steering wheel with both hands, blows out a long breath and lets out as much of the tension and nervousness as he can. After the agony of everything he’s been through in the past twenty four hours, and the mess his life has been for months, Jensen feels lighter. He knows he’s made the right decisions for him so that he can start to rebuild his life.
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Chris stirs the pot of chili on the stove and looks at his watch again. He expected Jensen to be back by now. He was only picking up his truck so he should’ve gotten back to the apartment within ten minutes of Chris, allowing for traffic, and it’s been nearly an hour. He sighs, cursing himself for being the mother hen Jensen accuses him of being.
Sooner or later Jensen will need to talk about what’s happened with Jared, even though he’ll sulk and pout for a while first and say he doesn’t want to talk. If there’s one thing Chris has learned in the twenty years he’s known Jensen, it’s that the man’s coping mechanisms suck.
The first step in the Ackles ‘dealing with shit’ program is always booze, and since he just left Jensen at a bar he’s getting a little worried. On top of that, he’s not been able to stop thinking about what Jared said about Colin. When Chris reassured Jared last night that nothing could possibly be going on, he meant it, but after what he’d heard Jensen mumble in his sleep it makes his gut churn. He has to ask Jensen about it, he knows that, but he has to find the right approach.
Jensen comes back not long after Chris sits down with a beer.
He's lugging his heavy suitcase at the same time as trying to balance two loaded shopping bags. Chris lets him struggle for a little while, guy code and all that, then gets up to grab the bags, "Why didn't you make two trips, you moron?" he asks his red faced friend, the teasing clear in his voice.
"Would've taken too long and there's drinking to be done!" Jensen replies with a grin.
Chris rolls his eyes, here we go he thinks as he heads to the kitchen to unpack the bags. One is full of snacks that both Jensen and Chris like, the other contains only booze. There's a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of tequila - Jensen obviously means business!
Jensen enters the kitchen and sniffs deeply, making a beeline for the pot of chili. He reaches out to pick up the spoon but Chris slaps his hand away, "It's not ready, back off!" Chris knows he's over-protective, but it's his signature dish and it has to be just right.
“Jeez, alright, grumpy!” Jensen says dramatically.
Chris chuckles, giving the pot a stir and replacing the lid. He hears the clunk of glasses being set down and turns to see Jensen is lining up shot glasses and filling them with tequila, “Isn’t it a bit early yet, Jen?” he looks at his watch, it’s 1 pm, “and have you eaten yet today?”
Jensen rolls his eyes, “Firstly, no, it’s passed noon, secondly, no but,” he gestures to a giant bag of chips he’s opening, “I’m just about to; and third, I deserve a fuckin’ drink!”
Chris can’t argue with that last part, hell Chris needs a drink and he hasn’t been through a fraction of what Jensen has in the past twenty four hours. He takes the glass of tequila that Jensen’s holding out to him, watching his friend as he holds his own up in the air and looking pensive. Chris can’t help but wonder if Jensen can come up with something to drink to, so he’s a little surprised at the small smile on the other man’s face as he says ‘To new beginnings’. They both drink, and Chris can’t help but feel like he’s missed something that would cause Jensen to smile like that.
§
An hour and several shots later, Jensen has relaxed into the couch so far that Chris thinks he might actually become part of it. He’s been building up to trying to get Jensen to open up, thinking that the best time is when Jen is in this state…not drunk but mellow, and more likely to talk freely with minimum prompting.
“I’m not talking about it right now,” Jensen says, drawing Chris out of his musings, rolling his eyes when Chris tries to object, “I know you, man, I can hear you thinkin’ from here.”
Chris shrugs, scooting forward a little in his chair and leaning forward to put his beer down, “There’s something that’s bothering me, Jen, I need to ask you about it, but I need you to stay calm, OK?”
Jensen frowns, “I’m perfectly calm. I said I’m not talking about Jared so just drop it, man.”
Chris licks his lips and looks at his friend, “It’s not about Jared,” he says, linking his fingers together between his spread knees, “it’s about… ah man, I could be way off track here but Jared was so sure there was...”
Jensen picks his head up from where it was resting on the back of the couch and looks at Chris with a mixture of annoyance and confusion, “I said I don’t want to talk about Jared, I don’t want to hear his name and I don’t give a shit what he said to you. Why can’t you just let me enjoy my buzz?”
Chris sighs, picking up his beer back up and finishing it. He knows Jensen’s going to be pissed that he’s pushing the subject but he has to know if there’s something to it or not, “I understand that, man, but if you’re staying here we need to have this discussion,” he takes a deep breath, looks Jensen dead in the eye and tries to keep his voice even, “I know this is gonna sound crazy and I swear I won’t ask again after this…”
Jensen sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture Chris knows means his friend is fighting off his irritation, “What is it?” he says in a clipped tone.
Chris’ heart is thumping, suddenly nervous of how stupid he’s going to sound, “Last night, Jared told me he thought you’d been seeing someone at the bar,” he says, watching Jensen carefully, “he was convinced it was someone called Colin, and we only know one Colin.”
Jensen looks at him, a look Chris can’t quite figure out on his face, then shrugs, “I know, and I set him straight. Are we done now?”
Chris swallows, “Actually, no…uh, he told me what happened when he came to find you at Ford’s.”
Jensen looks at him in surprise and sits up fully, pulling his feet down from the coffee table where they’d been resting, “Which was what exactly? Jensen asks, his voice a little unsteady.
“Like I said, he was convinced something was going on with someone, with…,” he lowers his eyes and pauses before looking back at his friend, “Colin. It seemed totally impossible and I told him that, but then you…”
“I what?” he asks, clearly rattled.
“You were saying his name in your sleep last night, and some other things…odd things, man, then when you factor in how touchy you got about his crush on you. Then Jared telling me how defensive Colin was when Jared was at the bar. I don’t wanna believe it, man, but…” he leaves his sentence there, not really knowing what else to say until he has some reaction from his friend. Jensen has visibly paled and is staring at Chris with his mouth open, breathing in and out quickly through his mouth, “Jen, what’s going on?”
§
Jensen can feel a cold fear spread through his veins. He’s stunned into silence for a moment before Chris’ words slowly filter through the fog in his brain. For the second time he’s been mumbling Colin’s name in his sleep, and what did Chris mean by “other things”? He can feel his hands shaking so his puts his beer down and picks up the full shot glass off the table and throws it back, the burn of it making his throat feel like it’s closing up even more than it already is.
The weight of Chris’ question hits him, then, like a punch in the gut. He’s feeling lightheaded from the tequila and shock but he knows he has to say something, “There wasn’t anything going on,” he replies, hearing the shake in his own voice. It’s the truth, so why does it seem so hard to say? He looks at Chris who’s frowning at him, “I swear, there was nothing going on with Colin then, just a harmless crush.”
“Hell, everyone knows Colin has a crush on you, even his mom!” Chris’ eyes widen a little as he looks at Jensen, “you just said…you said nothing going on then…that kinda makes it sounds like there’s something now.”
Jensen’s heart is beating a tattoo of Shit, shit, shit!
“Damn it, Jen, tell me you’re not screwing around with some twelve year old!” Chris shouts.
“He’s fifteen,” Jensen yells back, feeling an irrational need to correct his friend. He pushes to his feet and snaps, defiantly, “and it was just a blow job!” As soon as the words leave his lips he slaps both hands over his mouth, but it’s too late.
Oh fuck!
Chapter 9 >>>
End notes: I'm not overly happy with this chapter, but I wanted to move the story on for you guys. I hope you liked it, anyway! :)
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
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[Read more]Chapter 8
Jensen’s not sure what he expected Colin’s reaction to be, but the more the moment drags on, the more he’s starting to freak out. Colin is just standing there, saying nothing, looking at him like he’s a really hard physics problem that needs solving. Jensen’s not liking the frown that’s deepening on the teen’s forehead, or the pinched look that’s taking over his face making him look like he has the weight of the world on his young shoulders. If Colin doesn’t answer him soon, Jensen thinks he’ll burst out of his skin.
He watches as Colin swallows a few times, and after what feels like an eternity, he has to speak, “Tell me what you’re thinking, man, you’re killing me here!”
The teen blinks like he’s coming out of a trance. He raises his right hand and flexes it, and Jensen notices the dressing on it for the first time. He rushes forward and takes hold of Colin’s thin wrist, “What happened?” he says, full of concern.
Colin shrugs, “I was pissed off and had a fight with the wall…the wall won,” he says like it’s no big deal.
Jensen doesn’t wait for him to say anything else, he grips Colin’s wrist tighter and peels back the dressing with the other hand. He winces when he sees the cuts and bruises over the soft, young skin. He’s torn, he wants to pull Colin to him and hold him tight. He wants to take back everything that he’s done to cause the teen pain, but at the same time he can’t bring himself to wish that, because although yesterday was a knee jerk reaction to what happened with Jared, it didn’t feel as wrong as he knows it should have. He looks into the teen’s big blue eyes, a fresh stab of pain in his chest as he sees tears waiting to spill over, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
Colin nods, then he takes a low slow breath in through his nose, and Jensen knows this is it, “You should go,” Colin says, his voice barely audible.
It feels like a bucket of ice water has been poured over Jensen’s head, and his chest feels so tight someone may have put it in a vice. He struggles to catch his breath and feels dizzy. He lets go of Colin’s hand and it feels like he’s letting go of any happiness he might have in the foreseeable future. He stares blankly at the wall behind Colin as he tries to will his body to act normally.
Colin says something else, but Jensen doesn’t hear it, his ears are full of his own heartbeat and disappointment. “JENSEN!” Colin shouts, making his head snap up and pay attention, “did you hear me?”
The older man nods, still shocked at Colin’s words. The rational part of his brain is telling him he should’ve been prepared for this, it was a yes or no question, after all. “I’ll…um…yeah, I’ll go if that’s what you want.”
He turns to leave and is startled when Colin grabs his arm, “Did you hear me properly?” the teen asks, his voice at a higher pitch than before, almost desperate sounding.
Jensen stares at him, confused, “Yeah, you said I should go, so I’m…going, I guess.”
Colin tugs his arm and turns him so that they’re face to face again. He licks his lips and Jensen can’t help following the movement with his eyes, “I said you should go, we both know that’s the right thing to do.”
Jensen blinks, his brain trying to catch up, “Wait, are you saying you don’t want me to go? You’re kinda giving me mixed signals, here!”
Colin’s reply is wordless, he grabs Jensen’s jacket and tugs so hard that they almost slam into one another. He grabs Jensen by the back of the neck and kisses him hard and desperate, pulling him even closer still so that there’s barely an inch of space between them.
Jensen soon gets with the program and kisses back, relief flooding through him - much more than he expected to feel, truth be told. He runs a fist through Colin’s hair and angles his head so it’s more comfortable and just kisses and kisses. There’s tongue and teeth, until eventually his lips are numb and they’re both panting and have to pull away to breathe.
Colin’s cheeks are flushed, his lips slick, red and swollen. Jensen wants to dive back in until the teen is desperate for more, but he can’t. Instead he cups Colin’s face and kisses him gently, slow pecks that he hopes are a reassurance and a promise all rolled into one. Colin makes a disappointed groan when Jensen finally steps back and puts space between them. He leans in again, trying to capture Jensen’s lips, but the older man stops him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he says, his voice low and rough with arousal, “because believe me, I really want to, but…”
Colin’s shoulders sag, obviously disappointed, but he nods, “I know, you need time.”
Jensen slips both of his hands into Colin’s, being careful not to squeeze too tight on the teen’s injured hand, the pain of his own, forgotten, “I do, it’s the only way. I won’t rush headlong into this because I’m just going to end up fucking it up, and I refuse to do that.” he says, and he really means it.
Colin nods again but offers him a small smile, “It’s OK, I’ve waited this long, a little more time won’t kill me,” he looks worried then, and squeezes Jensen’s hands, “it’s only going to be a little more time, right?”
Jensen sighs, “I don’t know how long it’ll be, Colin, my whole life is up in the air right now. I promise I’ll be as quick as I can.” He leans in to give Colin another kiss, his lips are so soft and swollen still, and Jensen knows his body will take over all his good intentions if he doesn’t get out of here right now, “I’m going,” he says, psyching himself up, “I’m going.”
“I’ll go up first,” Colin says, at the same time as he reaches down and adjusts his crotch, “make sure no-one sees us coming out of here, together. Ungh,” he groans as he pushes down against where Jensen can see the outline of his dick in his jeans, “look what you did, you bastard!” Colin croaks, but stops touching himself with what’s obviously great difficulty.
Jensen holds his hands up, “Teenage hormones, kiddo, can’t blame it all on me,” he smirks.
Colin nods to Jensen’s crotch, where his own bulge is evident, “What about that then?” he says, smugly.
Jensen shakes his head and rolls his eyes, fondly, “Cocky little shit,” he mumbles.
Colin giggles, honest to God, giggles and Jensen feels a warmth in his chest at the sound. He knows right then that once he’s wrapped his head around this shitstorm of his life, he wants to hear that sound again and again.
“OK, it’s clear” Colin whispers from the top of the stairs.
Jensen runs up them, giving Colin’s ass a squeeze on the way passed, making the teen squeak in surprise. The older man turns and winks at him before heading back into the bar. He slips out, and into his truck as quickly as he can.
He grips the steering wheel with both hands, blows out a long breath and lets out as much of the tension and nervousness as he can. After the agony of everything he’s been through in the past twenty four hours, and the mess his life has been for months, Jensen feels lighter. He knows he’s made the right decisions for him so that he can start to rebuild his life.
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Chris stirs the pot of chili on the stove and looks at his watch again. He expected Jensen to be back by now. He was only picking up his truck so he should’ve gotten back to the apartment within ten minutes of Chris, allowing for traffic, and it’s been nearly an hour. He sighs, cursing himself for being the mother hen Jensen accuses him of being.
Sooner or later Jensen will need to talk about what’s happened with Jared, even though he’ll sulk and pout for a while first and say he doesn’t want to talk. If there’s one thing Chris has learned in the twenty years he’s known Jensen, it’s that the man’s coping mechanisms suck.
The first step in the Ackles ‘dealing with shit’ program is always booze, and since he just left Jensen at a bar he’s getting a little worried. On top of that, he’s not been able to stop thinking about what Jared said about Colin. When Chris reassured Jared last night that nothing could possibly be going on, he meant it, but after what he’d heard Jensen mumble in his sleep it makes his gut churn. He has to ask Jensen about it, he knows that, but he has to find the right approach.
Jensen comes back not long after Chris sits down with a beer.
He's lugging his heavy suitcase at the same time as trying to balance two loaded shopping bags. Chris lets him struggle for a little while, guy code and all that, then gets up to grab the bags, "Why didn't you make two trips, you moron?" he asks his red faced friend, the teasing clear in his voice.
"Would've taken too long and there's drinking to be done!" Jensen replies with a grin.
Chris rolls his eyes, here we go he thinks as he heads to the kitchen to unpack the bags. One is full of snacks that both Jensen and Chris like, the other contains only booze. There's a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of tequila - Jensen obviously means business!
Jensen enters the kitchen and sniffs deeply, making a beeline for the pot of chili. He reaches out to pick up the spoon but Chris slaps his hand away, "It's not ready, back off!" Chris knows he's over-protective, but it's his signature dish and it has to be just right.
“Jeez, alright, grumpy!” Jensen says dramatically.
Chris chuckles, giving the pot a stir and replacing the lid. He hears the clunk of glasses being set down and turns to see Jensen is lining up shot glasses and filling them with tequila, “Isn’t it a bit early yet, Jen?” he looks at his watch, it’s 1 pm, “and have you eaten yet today?”
Jensen rolls his eyes, “Firstly, no, it’s passed noon, secondly, no but,” he gestures to a giant bag of chips he’s opening, “I’m just about to; and third, I deserve a fuckin’ drink!”
Chris can’t argue with that last part, hell Chris needs a drink and he hasn’t been through a fraction of what Jensen has in the past twenty four hours. He takes the glass of tequila that Jensen’s holding out to him, watching his friend as he holds his own up in the air and looking pensive. Chris can’t help but wonder if Jensen can come up with something to drink to, so he’s a little surprised at the small smile on the other man’s face as he says ‘To new beginnings’. They both drink, and Chris can’t help but feel like he’s missed something that would cause Jensen to smile like that.
§
An hour and several shots later, Jensen has relaxed into the couch so far that Chris thinks he might actually become part of it. He’s been building up to trying to get Jensen to open up, thinking that the best time is when Jen is in this state…not drunk but mellow, and more likely to talk freely with minimum prompting.
“I’m not talking about it right now,” Jensen says, drawing Chris out of his musings, rolling his eyes when Chris tries to object, “I know you, man, I can hear you thinkin’ from here.”
Chris shrugs, scooting forward a little in his chair and leaning forward to put his beer down, “There’s something that’s bothering me, Jen, I need to ask you about it, but I need you to stay calm, OK?”
Jensen frowns, “I’m perfectly calm. I said I’m not talking about Jared so just drop it, man.”
Chris licks his lips and looks at his friend, “It’s not about Jared,” he says, linking his fingers together between his spread knees, “it’s about… ah man, I could be way off track here but Jared was so sure there was...”
Jensen picks his head up from where it was resting on the back of the couch and looks at Chris with a mixture of annoyance and confusion, “I said I don’t want to talk about Jared, I don’t want to hear his name and I don’t give a shit what he said to you. Why can’t you just let me enjoy my buzz?”
Chris sighs, picking up his beer back up and finishing it. He knows Jensen’s going to be pissed that he’s pushing the subject but he has to know if there’s something to it or not, “I understand that, man, but if you’re staying here we need to have this discussion,” he takes a deep breath, looks Jensen dead in the eye and tries to keep his voice even, “I know this is gonna sound crazy and I swear I won’t ask again after this…”
Jensen sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture Chris knows means his friend is fighting off his irritation, “What is it?” he says in a clipped tone.
Chris’ heart is thumping, suddenly nervous of how stupid he’s going to sound, “Last night, Jared told me he thought you’d been seeing someone at the bar,” he says, watching Jensen carefully, “he was convinced it was someone called Colin, and we only know one Colin.”
Jensen looks at him, a look Chris can’t quite figure out on his face, then shrugs, “I know, and I set him straight. Are we done now?”
Chris swallows, “Actually, no…uh, he told me what happened when he came to find you at Ford’s.”
Jensen looks at him in surprise and sits up fully, pulling his feet down from the coffee table where they’d been resting, “Which was what exactly? Jensen asks, his voice a little unsteady.
“Like I said, he was convinced something was going on with someone, with…,” he lowers his eyes and pauses before looking back at his friend, “Colin. It seemed totally impossible and I told him that, but then you…”
“I what?” he asks, clearly rattled.
“You were saying his name in your sleep last night, and some other things…odd things, man, then when you factor in how touchy you got about his crush on you. Then Jared telling me how defensive Colin was when Jared was at the bar. I don’t wanna believe it, man, but…” he leaves his sentence there, not really knowing what else to say until he has some reaction from his friend. Jensen has visibly paled and is staring at Chris with his mouth open, breathing in and out quickly through his mouth, “Jen, what’s going on?”
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Jensen can feel a cold fear spread through his veins. He’s stunned into silence for a moment before Chris’ words slowly filter through the fog in his brain. For the second time he’s been mumbling Colin’s name in his sleep, and what did Chris mean by “other things”? He can feel his hands shaking so his puts his beer down and picks up the full shot glass off the table and throws it back, the burn of it making his throat feel like it’s closing up even more than it already is.
The weight of Chris’ question hits him, then, like a punch in the gut. He’s feeling lightheaded from the tequila and shock but he knows he has to say something, “There wasn’t anything going on,” he replies, hearing the shake in his own voice. It’s the truth, so why does it seem so hard to say? He looks at Chris who’s frowning at him, “I swear, there was nothing going on with Colin then, just a harmless crush.”
“Hell, everyone knows Colin has a crush on you, even his mom!” Chris’ eyes widen a little as he looks at Jensen, “you just said…you said nothing going on then…that kinda makes it sounds like there’s something now.”
Jensen’s heart is beating a tattoo of Shit, shit, shit!
“Damn it, Jen, tell me you’re not screwing around with some twelve year old!” Chris shouts.
“He’s fifteen,” Jensen yells back, feeling an irrational need to correct his friend. He pushes to his feet and snaps, defiantly, “and it was just a blow job!” As soon as the words leave his lips he slaps both hands over his mouth, but it’s too late.
Oh fuck!
Chapter 9 >>>
End notes: I'm not overly happy with this chapter, but I wanted to move the story on for you guys. I hope you liked it, anyway! :)