I am honestly blushing a little posting this.
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: poor_choices
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Danneel Harris/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (everyone is fifteen), I don't think it's dub-con, but they are playing truth or dare, so coercion? idk. I FEEL DIRTY ABOUT IT.
Word Count: 2600.
Summary: Everyone expects Danneel to get together with Jensen or Jared. Danneel doesn't really want to pick.
Notes: I like how I have a totally bitchin' commentfic meme going, and instead I am suddenly inspired to write unrelated threesome porn. GOOD JOB, BRAIN.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
Danneel knows that she's getting too old to be hanging out alone with Jared and Jensen.
None of their parents have gotten this memo--they've always been Those Good Kids. They do their homework, they're in by curfew, they don't drink or smoke or do drugs.
For some reason, their parents seem to think that means they don't have hormones.
Danneel absolutely has hormones. She's decently attractive, too--she thinks she's going to be one of those girls who grows up hot but isn't that remarkable in high school. She's definitely not bad, but she's not like Sophia Bush or Sandy McCoy one of those girls, the girls who turn heads without trying. And everyone assumes that she's going to end up with either Jensen or Jared, so most of the guys don't even try for her. It's not her being conceited, saying that--Beth actually told her, flat out.
"Riley wants to ask you out, but he figures you're in love with Jensen," she'd said once. "Or Jared."
"Oh," Danneel had said.
Beth just raised her eyebrows, like she was waiting for Danneel to say, "Yes, Jared and I are dating," or something, but Danneel didn't say anything more.
She doesn't really have an answer for those kinds of questions. Because, the thing is--she loves Jared and Jensen, she does. They're her best friends in the whole world. And they're good-looking, in a kind of dorky, unfinished way. Jensen is almost too pretty, giant eyelashes and pouty lips, and Jared is lanky and skinny and all elbows, but she adores them, and yes, she's thought about them.
Both of them.
She couldn't just pick one--it wouldn't be possible. She couldn't bear to destroy the little circle of them. She and Jensen have been best friends since kindergarten, and when they met Jared in sixth grade, he effortlessly blended into their little group, and they're great. She adores them, and she doesn't want to screw anything up by picking one over the other. She doesn't even know which one she'd pick.
But now they're fifteen--Danneel and Jensen are almost sixteen--and despite her best efforts, puberty is starting to fuck with Danneel's head a little bit.
She knows that Jared and Jensen aren't immune either. The last few times they've hung out, it's been getting steadily tenser with them, the air heavy with things they're all afraid to name or own up to.
Tonight, they're supposed to be watching a movie--Jared rented Finding Nemo, because he's a sucker for animal stories--but they haven't started it, they've just been lounging on the floor chatting.
It's Jared who finally says, "So, Jensen--truth or dare?"
Jensen snorts. "It's like you have absolutely nothing better to do with your time."
"And yet, every time you play."
Jensen sighs exaggeratedly. "Truth."
"Pussy."
"Truth," Jensen says again, more firmly.
"Did you get to second base with Kristen Bell?"
"Which one's second again?" Jensen asks, feigning consideration. Jared throws a pillow at him. "Fine, fine," says Jensen, laughing. "No, I did not get to second base with Kristen Bell. Asshole."
"Knew it," says Jared smugly. "Your turn, man."
"Truth or dare," says Jensen, grinning at Danneel.
They end up doing this every time they hang out now, and it's always sexual, all the questions about kissing and jerking off and fantasies, but Danneel's always careful to keep it safe, not let it tip over the edge. "Truth," she says.
"Did Riley Smith actually ask you out?"
Danneel rolls her eyes. "No."
"He wants to," says Jared.
"He's a jerk," says Danneel. "I wouldn't date him if he paid me."
"Glad to know you're still above prostitution," says Jared, grinning. Jensen throws the pillow back at him and they get into a minor scuffle that looks more like foreplay than anything else.
And that's the other thing--the thing Danneel hasn't been thinking about in daylight, the thing that she can't ignore at night, the thing that gets her wet and squirming when she thinks about it. She thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's too late to get either of them. And it would be kind of comforting--then she wouldn't be able to destroy them at all. It would be all on them.
"Your turn," says Jared, cuffing Jensen on the back of his head as they rearrange themselves on the floor.
"Truth or dare, Jared."
"Truth," says Jared easily.
"Now who's a pussy?" asks Jensen.
Danneel licks her lips. There's something in her stomach, warm and coiling, and she thinks--she wants to see. She's desperate to know where they're heading.
"Have you ever kissed Jensen?" she asks.
Jared stops, and she can see his throat working when he swallows. She catches Jensen's eyes, sees a question there, and she gives him a smile and tilts her head. She knows what she's doing.
"Yeah," says Jared, a little hoarsely. "Once or twice."
She wants to ask more, but she doesn't have another question. Instead, she just says, "Okay. Your turn, Jared."
"Yeah," he says. "Right. Truth or dare, Jensen."
"Truth," says Jensen firmly.
Jared looks a little disappointed. "You get to first base with Kristen Bell?"
Jensen rolls his eyes. "I did absolutely nothing with Kristen Bell, Jared. And if I had, I would have told you guys."
Jared looks kind of smug. "You wouldn't have been able to keep your mouth shut."
"Fuck y--" Jensen starts, but then he breaks off, coughs and looks over to Danneel, still uncertain.
Danneel realizes it's up to her. It's not actually surprising--if Jared and Jensen have already kissed, then it's up to her to pick her part in this.
"Truth or dare," says Jensen, and the answer is easy.
Danneel takes a drink of her soda and smiles at Jensen. "Dare."
Jensen smiles back, eyes going a little dark, and Danneel's already--Jesus, she's so turned on. She has no idea exactly where they're going, but she wants it.
She is so fucking ready.
"Take off your shirt," says Jensen. He licks his lips again. "Bra too."
Danneel pulls the hem off her t-shirt up wordlessly, slipping it over her head. It's more graceful than she would have expected to be, even though she's been doing this all her life. When she drops it on the floor, she looks up to see Jared and Jensen both staring at her, and she bites her lip coyly, purposefully, as she unhooks the straps of her bra and drops it on top of the shirt. It's not cold, but she shivers anyway, her nipples hard, and she sees Jared and Jensen exchange a look.
"Your turn," says Jensen hoarsely.
"Jared, truth or dare."
"Dare," says Jared instantly.
It's not a surprise, but it sends a jolt of heat through her anyway. "Give Jensen a hickey," she says.
Jared smirks and looks Jensen up and down. "Where?"
"Wherever you want," says Danneel.
"Somewhere where my mom won't see it," Jensen says, but his voice is a lot deeper than normal, and trembling slightly.
Danneel thinks she knows exactly how he feels.
Jared snorts. "Fine, princess. Lie down."
Jensen does instantly, turning his head to the side so he's looking at Danneel, his legs facing Jared.
Jared leans down and kisses him once on the lips, then on the neck, and Danneel feels it low in her stomach.
"Dude, that's--" Jensen starts shakily, but then he gasps, and Danneel tears her eyes away from Jared's lips against Jensen's neck to see that--holy shit, that's Jared's hand on Jensen's fly, pushing Jensen's jeans down. Jensen cants his hips up, helps Jared take his jeans off, and then Jensen's boxers, and that's Jensen's dick, hard and getting harder, against his stomach.
"Have--" she starts, but her voice is too dry, and she has to swallow. "Have you guys--"
"Hey, I said dare, not truth," says Jared, smirking at her.
"Don't be a jerk, Padalecki," says Jensen weakly. He waits until he meets Danneel's eyes before he says, "First base only."
"So far," Jared murmurs, and then he's sucking a mark into Jensen's inner thigh, working his mouth over it while Jensen fucking whimpers, and Danneel realizes after a minute that she is too.
"Fuck, Jared," Jensen mutters, tangling his fingers in Jared's hair. Jared pulls off and gives Jensen one final lick, and Danneel can't take her eyes off Jensen's dick as it grows heavier, fuller. She's never seen one before, not a real person's--she's watched a little porn, seen a few drawings, but never--she's never done this.
"My turn," says Jared, sitting back down next to Jensen. "Truth or dare, Jensen?"
"Dare," Jensen says, still lying on the floor, like he's trying to control his breathing.
"Jerk off," says Jared instantly.
Jensen looks at Danneel again, waiting, stupidly, for her to consent. She nods her head, and Jensen groans. He sits up and shoves his hand at Jared, and Danneel's a little surprised when Jared instantly licks a wet stripe from the bottom of Jensen's palm to the tips of his fingers. She's more surprised when Jensen gives her his hand too, and she licks as well, tasting Jensen's skin and Jared's spit together.
Jensen wraps his hand around his dick, jerking it roughly. Danneel can't take her eyes off the head of Jensen's dick between his fingers, the way he rubs himself, so sure, so practiced. And she knew that Jensen jerked off, but it's the same way she knows everyone jerks off, a theoretical consideration, a biological thing, like eating and breathing and going to the bathroom. She never thought about how he did it, what he likes.
It doesn't take long before he's coming, biting his lip and spurting cum onto his fingers.
He falls backward, panting hard and puts his arm over his eyes as he comes down. "Danneel," he manages, between breathes. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Jensen tilts his head up, looks at her for a long minute, and then says, "Let Jared fuck your tits."
Danneel swallows. She'd wanted something, but it's still a shock to hear him say it, for it to be real for her too, not just them.
"You don't--" Jared starts, but Danneel doesn't want to pussy out, and she's surprisingly turned on by the idea, so she just crosses the room and kisses Jared while she works his jeans open.
He's already hard too, and she's not as nervous as she thought she would be. It's Jared and Jensen, her best friends in the world, and she has no doubt that she's going to get Jared off. And then they're going to get her off.
Maybe more than once.
"Danny," Jared says into her mouth. "You s--"
"If you ask if I'm sure, I will kick your ass, Padalecki," she says, rubbing her hand over his dick through his boxers.
"Fuck," says Jared, head dropping back.
There's precum on the tip of Jared's dick and Danneel spreads it around with her hand, getting Jared's whole dick slick. She tries not to think too much about what she's doing, but she risks a glance at Jensen and feels so much better when she sees he's staring, mouth open, like he's never seen anything so hot.
"Jesus, Danny, please," Jared moans, and Danneel feels kind of ridiculous, but she takes her breasts in her hands and gets Jared's slick dick between them, loving the way he moans and thrusts up instantly.
It's not exactly comfortable, but Jared's moaning and whimpering and begging, and she can hear Jensen moaning too, and it doesn't last long before Jared shoots, hitting her on the chin and neck.
And then he pulls her over and licks the sperm off her, wet and messy, cupping her breast as she does it, and she barely can form the words, "Truth or--"
"Dare," says Jared.
"Eat me out," she says instantly. She flushes, shocked she could say it so bluntly, but Jared just kisses her on the lips, all tongue and heat, pulling her back on top of him on the floor.
His hands are huge against her stomach, flicking the button of her jeans open and shoving them and her panties down all at once.
He flicks his thumb over her clit and she moans and her hips push forward, trying to find the pressure again, and Jared chuckles. He pulls her forward, settling her pussy over his mouth, but not actually doing anything.
"As a warning," Jared says, "this is my first time."
"Just do it," Danneel pants, and then Jared is sucking on her clit and driving her fucking crazy.
Jensen crawls over and swallows her whimpers with his mouth, kissing her and kneading her ass with one hand, pushing her into Jared's mouth. As if they're somehow communicating, Jared repositions, fucking his tongue deep inside her, moaning as he does it.
Danneel unbuttons Jensen's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so she can get his skin against hers, hot and firm. His mouth drops down to her shoulder, sucking a hickey there, and she's embarrassed by the noises she's making without his mouth blocking them, her breath hitching as Jared pushes his fingers inside her too, even deeper.
Jensen's dick is hard against her leg again, and Danneel doesn't hesitate before wrapping her fingers around it, jerking him as their lips find each other again.
"Fuck, yeah," Jensen pants into her mouth, "god, wanted for so long--" and that's all Danneel can handle, too much, and she comes hard, hand stuttering on Jensen's dick as she feels wave after wave of pleasure.
Jared laughs roughly, happily, and gives Danneel one final lick, overwhelming against the sensitive skin, and Jensen wraps his hand over hers, helping her finish him off until he's coming again.
Right into Jared's hair.
"Dude!" Jared protests, as Danneel rolls off him. "Not only do you get off twice, but you do it on my fucking head!"
"You love hair gel," says Jensen, leaning down and kissing him awkward and upside down. "I'm saving you money."
"You are such a fucking jerk," says Jared, tugging Jensen's bottom lip with his teeth.
Danneel laughs weakly, feeling boneless and amazing. Jared grabs Jensen's shirt and rubs it over his hair like a towel, but he's grinning too, like he can't stop. Danneel leans over and kisses him too, tasting herself in his mouth and liking it.
"Oh fuck," says Jensen, before they can go much further.
"What?" asks Jared, barely moving away from her.
"Headlights," he says, gesturing out the window.
"Parents," says Danneel. "Shit, shit, shit."
"This is why you shouldn't have come in my hair, asswipe!"
"I've got a hat, shut up and put on your clothes," says Danneel.
"At least I'm still wearing my shirt, unlike some people," says Jared. He throws Jensen's shirt at him and Jensen manages to get the cum off that with his boxers. Danneel gives him the finger as she pulls her panties back on, squirming at the cooled wetness on them.
They're all dressed in minutes, and Danneel hears, "Hey, we're home!" just as she finds an old ski cap in the box of winter clothes in the corner. Her parents probably won't notice Jared wasn't wearing it when he came in, and even if they do, they probably won't think I bet Jared got cum in his hair.
The thought is so hilarious she can't help laughing, collapsing against Jared's shoulder with a giddy kind of abandon as she tries to pull the hat onto his head.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harris!" Jensen calls, as Jared laughs too, his fingers tangling with hers.
"Are you boys almost ready to go?" asks her dad.
"Almost!" Jensen calls.
Danneel straightens up and catches Jensen's eyes, sees the nervous hope there, and she crosses the room to pull him down into a long kiss, relishing how it feels, finally.
"So," says Jared, sounding amused, "my parents have a dinner party next week. Are you guys free?"
Danneel grabs his hand and drags him into their embrace, squeezing his fingers.
"Yeah," says Jensen, kissing Jared too. "I'm game."
Author: poor_choices
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Danneel Harris/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (everyone is fifteen), I don't think it's dub-con, but they are playing truth or dare, so coercion? idk. I FEEL DIRTY ABOUT IT.
Word Count: 2600.
Summary: Everyone expects Danneel to get together with Jensen or Jared. Danneel doesn't really want to pick.
Notes: I like how I have a totally bitchin' commentfic meme going, and instead I am suddenly inspired to write unrelated threesome porn. GOOD JOB, BRAIN.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
Danneel knows that she's getting too old to be hanging out alone with Jared and Jensen.
None of their parents have gotten this memo--they've always been Those Good Kids. They do their homework, they're in by curfew, they don't drink or smoke or do drugs.
For some reason, their parents seem to think that means they don't have hormones.
Danneel absolutely has hormones. She's decently attractive, too--she thinks she's going to be one of those girls who grows up hot but isn't that remarkable in high school. She's definitely not bad, but she's not like Sophia Bush or Sandy McCoy one of those girls, the girls who turn heads without trying. And everyone assumes that she's going to end up with either Jensen or Jared, so most of the guys don't even try for her. It's not her being conceited, saying that--Beth actually told her, flat out.
"Riley wants to ask you out, but he figures you're in love with Jensen," she'd said once. "Or Jared."
"Oh," Danneel had said.
Beth just raised her eyebrows, like she was waiting for Danneel to say, "Yes, Jared and I are dating," or something, but Danneel didn't say anything more.
She doesn't really have an answer for those kinds of questions. Because, the thing is--she loves Jared and Jensen, she does. They're her best friends in the whole world. And they're good-looking, in a kind of dorky, unfinished way. Jensen is almost too pretty, giant eyelashes and pouty lips, and Jared is lanky and skinny and all elbows, but she adores them, and yes, she's thought about them.
Both of them.
She couldn't just pick one--it wouldn't be possible. She couldn't bear to destroy the little circle of them. She and Jensen have been best friends since kindergarten, and when they met Jared in sixth grade, he effortlessly blended into their little group, and they're great. She adores them, and she doesn't want to screw anything up by picking one over the other. She doesn't even know which one she'd pick.
But now they're fifteen--Danneel and Jensen are almost sixteen--and despite her best efforts, puberty is starting to fuck with Danneel's head a little bit.
She knows that Jared and Jensen aren't immune either. The last few times they've hung out, it's been getting steadily tenser with them, the air heavy with things they're all afraid to name or own up to.
Tonight, they're supposed to be watching a movie--Jared rented Finding Nemo, because he's a sucker for animal stories--but they haven't started it, they've just been lounging on the floor chatting.
It's Jared who finally says, "So, Jensen--truth or dare?"
Jensen snorts. "It's like you have absolutely nothing better to do with your time."
"And yet, every time you play."
Jensen sighs exaggeratedly. "Truth."
"Pussy."
"Truth," Jensen says again, more firmly.
"Did you get to second base with Kristen Bell?"
"Which one's second again?" Jensen asks, feigning consideration. Jared throws a pillow at him. "Fine, fine," says Jensen, laughing. "No, I did not get to second base with Kristen Bell. Asshole."
"Knew it," says Jared smugly. "Your turn, man."
"Truth or dare," says Jensen, grinning at Danneel.
They end up doing this every time they hang out now, and it's always sexual, all the questions about kissing and jerking off and fantasies, but Danneel's always careful to keep it safe, not let it tip over the edge. "Truth," she says.
"Did Riley Smith actually ask you out?"
Danneel rolls her eyes. "No."
"He wants to," says Jared.
"He's a jerk," says Danneel. "I wouldn't date him if he paid me."
"Glad to know you're still above prostitution," says Jared, grinning. Jensen throws the pillow back at him and they get into a minor scuffle that looks more like foreplay than anything else.
And that's the other thing--the thing Danneel hasn't been thinking about in daylight, the thing that she can't ignore at night, the thing that gets her wet and squirming when she thinks about it. She thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's too late to get either of them. And it would be kind of comforting--then she wouldn't be able to destroy them at all. It would be all on them.
"Your turn," says Jared, cuffing Jensen on the back of his head as they rearrange themselves on the floor.
"Truth or dare, Jared."
"Truth," says Jared easily.
"Now who's a pussy?" asks Jensen.
Danneel licks her lips. There's something in her stomach, warm and coiling, and she thinks--she wants to see. She's desperate to know where they're heading.
"Have you ever kissed Jensen?" she asks.
Jared stops, and she can see his throat working when he swallows. She catches Jensen's eyes, sees a question there, and she gives him a smile and tilts her head. She knows what she's doing.
"Yeah," says Jared, a little hoarsely. "Once or twice."
She wants to ask more, but she doesn't have another question. Instead, she just says, "Okay. Your turn, Jared."
"Yeah," he says. "Right. Truth or dare, Jensen."
"Truth," says Jensen firmly.
Jared looks a little disappointed. "You get to first base with Kristen Bell?"
Jensen rolls his eyes. "I did absolutely nothing with Kristen Bell, Jared. And if I had, I would have told you guys."
Jared looks kind of smug. "You wouldn't have been able to keep your mouth shut."
"Fuck y--" Jensen starts, but then he breaks off, coughs and looks over to Danneel, still uncertain.
Danneel realizes it's up to her. It's not actually surprising--if Jared and Jensen have already kissed, then it's up to her to pick her part in this.
"Truth or dare," says Jensen, and the answer is easy.
Danneel takes a drink of her soda and smiles at Jensen. "Dare."
Jensen smiles back, eyes going a little dark, and Danneel's already--Jesus, she's so turned on. She has no idea exactly where they're going, but she wants it.
She is so fucking ready.
"Take off your shirt," says Jensen. He licks his lips again. "Bra too."
Danneel pulls the hem off her t-shirt up wordlessly, slipping it over her head. It's more graceful than she would have expected to be, even though she's been doing this all her life. When she drops it on the floor, she looks up to see Jared and Jensen both staring at her, and she bites her lip coyly, purposefully, as she unhooks the straps of her bra and drops it on top of the shirt. It's not cold, but she shivers anyway, her nipples hard, and she sees Jared and Jensen exchange a look.
"Your turn," says Jensen hoarsely.
"Jared, truth or dare."
"Dare," says Jared instantly.
It's not a surprise, but it sends a jolt of heat through her anyway. "Give Jensen a hickey," she says.
Jared smirks and looks Jensen up and down. "Where?"
"Wherever you want," says Danneel.
"Somewhere where my mom won't see it," Jensen says, but his voice is a lot deeper than normal, and trembling slightly.
Danneel thinks she knows exactly how he feels.
Jared snorts. "Fine, princess. Lie down."
Jensen does instantly, turning his head to the side so he's looking at Danneel, his legs facing Jared.
Jared leans down and kisses him once on the lips, then on the neck, and Danneel feels it low in her stomach.
"Dude, that's--" Jensen starts shakily, but then he gasps, and Danneel tears her eyes away from Jared's lips against Jensen's neck to see that--holy shit, that's Jared's hand on Jensen's fly, pushing Jensen's jeans down. Jensen cants his hips up, helps Jared take his jeans off, and then Jensen's boxers, and that's Jensen's dick, hard and getting harder, against his stomach.
"Have--" she starts, but her voice is too dry, and she has to swallow. "Have you guys--"
"Hey, I said dare, not truth," says Jared, smirking at her.
"Don't be a jerk, Padalecki," says Jensen weakly. He waits until he meets Danneel's eyes before he says, "First base only."
"So far," Jared murmurs, and then he's sucking a mark into Jensen's inner thigh, working his mouth over it while Jensen fucking whimpers, and Danneel realizes after a minute that she is too.
"Fuck, Jared," Jensen mutters, tangling his fingers in Jared's hair. Jared pulls off and gives Jensen one final lick, and Danneel can't take her eyes off Jensen's dick as it grows heavier, fuller. She's never seen one before, not a real person's--she's watched a little porn, seen a few drawings, but never--she's never done this.
"My turn," says Jared, sitting back down next to Jensen. "Truth or dare, Jensen?"
"Dare," Jensen says, still lying on the floor, like he's trying to control his breathing.
"Jerk off," says Jared instantly.
Jensen looks at Danneel again, waiting, stupidly, for her to consent. She nods her head, and Jensen groans. He sits up and shoves his hand at Jared, and Danneel's a little surprised when Jared instantly licks a wet stripe from the bottom of Jensen's palm to the tips of his fingers. She's more surprised when Jensen gives her his hand too, and she licks as well, tasting Jensen's skin and Jared's spit together.
Jensen wraps his hand around his dick, jerking it roughly. Danneel can't take her eyes off the head of Jensen's dick between his fingers, the way he rubs himself, so sure, so practiced. And she knew that Jensen jerked off, but it's the same way she knows everyone jerks off, a theoretical consideration, a biological thing, like eating and breathing and going to the bathroom. She never thought about how he did it, what he likes.
It doesn't take long before he's coming, biting his lip and spurting cum onto his fingers.
He falls backward, panting hard and puts his arm over his eyes as he comes down. "Danneel," he manages, between breathes. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Jensen tilts his head up, looks at her for a long minute, and then says, "Let Jared fuck your tits."
Danneel swallows. She'd wanted something, but it's still a shock to hear him say it, for it to be real for her too, not just them.
"You don't--" Jared starts, but Danneel doesn't want to pussy out, and she's surprisingly turned on by the idea, so she just crosses the room and kisses Jared while she works his jeans open.
He's already hard too, and she's not as nervous as she thought she would be. It's Jared and Jensen, her best friends in the world, and she has no doubt that she's going to get Jared off. And then they're going to get her off.
Maybe more than once.
"Danny," Jared says into her mouth. "You s--"
"If you ask if I'm sure, I will kick your ass, Padalecki," she says, rubbing her hand over his dick through his boxers.
"Fuck," says Jared, head dropping back.
There's precum on the tip of Jared's dick and Danneel spreads it around with her hand, getting Jared's whole dick slick. She tries not to think too much about what she's doing, but she risks a glance at Jensen and feels so much better when she sees he's staring, mouth open, like he's never seen anything so hot.
"Jesus, Danny, please," Jared moans, and Danneel feels kind of ridiculous, but she takes her breasts in her hands and gets Jared's slick dick between them, loving the way he moans and thrusts up instantly.
It's not exactly comfortable, but Jared's moaning and whimpering and begging, and she can hear Jensen moaning too, and it doesn't last long before Jared shoots, hitting her on the chin and neck.
And then he pulls her over and licks the sperm off her, wet and messy, cupping her breast as she does it, and she barely can form the words, "Truth or--"
"Dare," says Jared.
"Eat me out," she says instantly. She flushes, shocked she could say it so bluntly, but Jared just kisses her on the lips, all tongue and heat, pulling her back on top of him on the floor.
His hands are huge against her stomach, flicking the button of her jeans open and shoving them and her panties down all at once.
He flicks his thumb over her clit and she moans and her hips push forward, trying to find the pressure again, and Jared chuckles. He pulls her forward, settling her pussy over his mouth, but not actually doing anything.
"As a warning," Jared says, "this is my first time."
"Just do it," Danneel pants, and then Jared is sucking on her clit and driving her fucking crazy.
Jensen crawls over and swallows her whimpers with his mouth, kissing her and kneading her ass with one hand, pushing her into Jared's mouth. As if they're somehow communicating, Jared repositions, fucking his tongue deep inside her, moaning as he does it.
Danneel unbuttons Jensen's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so she can get his skin against hers, hot and firm. His mouth drops down to her shoulder, sucking a hickey there, and she's embarrassed by the noises she's making without his mouth blocking them, her breath hitching as Jared pushes his fingers inside her too, even deeper.
Jensen's dick is hard against her leg again, and Danneel doesn't hesitate before wrapping her fingers around it, jerking him as their lips find each other again.
"Fuck, yeah," Jensen pants into her mouth, "god, wanted for so long--" and that's all Danneel can handle, too much, and she comes hard, hand stuttering on Jensen's dick as she feels wave after wave of pleasure.
Jared laughs roughly, happily, and gives Danneel one final lick, overwhelming against the sensitive skin, and Jensen wraps his hand over hers, helping her finish him off until he's coming again.
Right into Jared's hair.
"Dude!" Jared protests, as Danneel rolls off him. "Not only do you get off twice, but you do it on my fucking head!"
"You love hair gel," says Jensen, leaning down and kissing him awkward and upside down. "I'm saving you money."
"You are such a fucking jerk," says Jared, tugging Jensen's bottom lip with his teeth.
Danneel laughs weakly, feeling boneless and amazing. Jared grabs Jensen's shirt and rubs it over his hair like a towel, but he's grinning too, like he can't stop. Danneel leans over and kisses him too, tasting herself in his mouth and liking it.
"Oh fuck," says Jensen, before they can go much further.
"What?" asks Jared, barely moving away from her.
"Headlights," he says, gesturing out the window.
"Parents," says Danneel. "Shit, shit, shit."
"This is why you shouldn't have come in my hair, asswipe!"
"I've got a hat, shut up and put on your clothes," says Danneel.
"At least I'm still wearing my shirt, unlike some people," says Jared. He throws Jensen's shirt at him and Jensen manages to get the cum off that with his boxers. Danneel gives him the finger as she pulls her panties back on, squirming at the cooled wetness on them.
They're all dressed in minutes, and Danneel hears, "Hey, we're home!" just as she finds an old ski cap in the box of winter clothes in the corner. Her parents probably won't notice Jared wasn't wearing it when he came in, and even if they do, they probably won't think I bet Jared got cum in his hair.
The thought is so hilarious she can't help laughing, collapsing against Jared's shoulder with a giddy kind of abandon as she tries to pull the hat onto his head.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harris!" Jensen calls, as Jared laughs too, his fingers tangling with hers.
"Are you boys almost ready to go?" asks her dad.
"Almost!" Jensen calls.
Danneel straightens up and catches Jensen's eyes, sees the nervous hope there, and she crosses the room to pull him down into a long kiss, relishing how it feels, finally.
"So," says Jared, sounding amused, "my parents have a dinner party next week. Are you guys free?"
Danneel grabs his hand and drags him into their embrace, squeezing his fingers.
"Yeah," says Jensen, kissing Jared too. "I'm game."