Fic: This is you, according to me (J2 remix!)
Title: This is you, according to me
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Jensen/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS, some het, Boys are underage during some parts (17ish).
Word Count: 4,600
Summary: In which Jared comes to learn that Jensen really has no clue.
A/N: Written for j2_remix. Original fic is Your kind’s my kind by unreckless.
Disclaimer: Just for fun!
This is you, according to me
The things Jared remembers first knowing about Jensen Ackles are, in chronological order, 1.) Jensen is a dick and 2.) Jensen is full of shit.
He knows Jensen is a dick right away, right from that day in Little League when Jensen clocked him in the face, twice, during a team brawl. Jensen is a hot-headed, got-something-to-prove, chip-on-my-shoulder, what’d-you-say-about-my-momma dick. Even his own teammates would have run out of patience if he hadn’t been such an awesome hitter. He’s tough and scrappy and loyal to a fault, and, although in the years to come Jared would enjoy being on the right side of Jensen’s blind devotion, there’s no arguing the fact that the kid is a dick.
He knows Jensen is full of shit when he knocks two of Jensen’s teeth out in that same brawl and Jensen acts like it doesn’t hurt at all. Just spits ‘em out on the ground and says, “Is that all you got, Stretch?” even though Jared can see his eyes tearing up. It’s further driven home in tenth grade, when Connie Meadows tells Jensen she’s missed her period and Jensen just shrugs it off. He tells Jared that he’s maybe gonna be a daddy like it’s no big deal. Like he isn’t pissing himself at the very thought of it. Jensen’s ability to lie through his teeth is part of the reason Jared has no doubt that he’ll make a great actor someday. Jensen’s bullshit is Oscar-quality bullshit.
As it turns out, aside from being a dick and totally full of it, Jensen is also completely clueless. But it takes Jared a few years to really figure that out.
* * *
Jensen gets grounded during eleventh grade after hitting Nick Johnson in the face with his lacrosse stick. He’s not allowed to go anywhere, pretty much, so Jared just ends up hanging at Jensen’s place most of the time. Jensen gets awesome at video games, but it’s not that much fun to play with him because he’s such a dick about winning.
“You’re such a dick about winning, you know that?” Jared says, tossing the controller onto the couch.
“Yeah, well, maybe if you won some time you’d be a dick too,” Jensen says, and Jared kind of wants to punch him. He leans back and stretches his arms wide on the back of the couch, cracking his knuckles loudly. Jared somehow ends up staring at the strip of skin that’s revealed on Jensen’s stomach when his t-shirt pulls up. He’s got hair there, more than Jared does. It’s kind of light, like blonde or light brown, but he’s definitely hairier than Jared.
That’s new, Jared thinks. He doesn’t remember seeing much hair last summer, when they spent the better part of the season swimming in every pool in town.
Jensen sneezes then pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe the snot from his nose, and Jared is jolted by the unexpected sight of Jensen’s abs. He’s lean, always been bordering right on skinny, but now Jared can see that Jensen is cut, muscles crunching in neat rows of bumps and curves. That’s new, too.
He looks up and catches Jensen’s eye and immediately looks back at the tv, which is frozen on the X-box menu. Jensen had been watching him. Watching him stare, and now Jared feels like a creep. He darts a look at Jensen again, and Jensen’s looking a little unsettled, still holding his shirt up.
“What?” he says, looking down at his stomach, pushing it out on a deep exhale.
“I think you have anger-management issues,” Jared chokes out. “I bet you end up on Jerry Springer one day.”
“It’s my body, I do what I want,” Jensen says in his best Cartman-voice. He tucks the hem of his shirt through the collar, pulling it through so that it ends up looking like a bra or bikini or something.
Jared grabs the controller and tries to ignore the hot flush in his own cheeks. “Let’s go again,” he says, and Jensen just laughs and shifts closer.
* * *
One night Jared takes Jessica Cartwright out for pizza and a movie. Jensen’s still grounded and he’s bored, which is never a good thing. He ends up texting Jared six times during the movie, all stupid shit he’s finding on turdwords.com that makes Jared snort soda out his nose until it starts to hurt. Jessie gets a little annoyed.
“Tell your boyfriend to simmer down,” she says after the movie. They’re walking back to Jared’s car and she says, over her shoulder, “It’s not like I’m going to blow you or anything.”
Jared just stares at her, keys dangling from his fingers. “I- what?”
She stares right back for a long moment, and then her face breaks into a slow smile. “Oh. Oh, no. You are too cute,” she says. “I’m going to catch a ride with Tracey. Why don’t you go see what he wants?”
When he gets to Jensen’s he finds him hunched over his laptop on the basement couch. “You gotta see this,” Jensen says without looking up. Like Jared’s been in the room with him the whole time, and they’re just picking up from some previous conversation.
Jared flops down next to him, still thinking about what Jess had said. That Jensen was his boyfriend. His jealous boyfriend. Jared smiles a little despite himself.
That is, until he looks at Jensen’s computer screen.
“Holy fucking shit, Jensen!” he yells, then covers his face with his hands. “What the hell are you watching?”
“YouPorn, duh.” Jensen’s rapt, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. “That’s a chick with an entire dude’s fist in her asshole,” Jensen says proudly. “He’s basically punching her in the pooper!”
“Dude,” Jared says, peeking through his fingers. “That is not a chick!”
“Yeah it- oh,” Jensen says, turning his head sideways to get a better look. “Huh. Okay, maybe not. Still. It’s pretty awesome.” He hits the back button and picks another video. It’s basically the same thing. They’re all variations on the same theme. “This one’s got a chick. Oh. Wait. No. Why are they all dudes?”
Jared stares at him. “Because why would a chick want to take a fist up the butt?”
Jensen looks back at him, adorably confused. “Why would a dude want to take a fist up the butt?”
Jared blushes, feels his whole face go hot. “I am not explaining that to you,” he says, voice breaking. He doesn’t look up. Watching some twink take a big meaty fist is preferable to looking Jensen in the face right now.
“What?” Jensen says. “Are you saying you jam your fingers up your ass to get off?”
Jared tries to scoff at the idea, but ends up choking on his own spit.
“You do!” Jensen crows. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me! Is it good? Should I try it?”
“Jesus, Jensen!”
“Alright, alright, Mr. Modesty.” Jensen sulks back into the sofa cushions, thwarted. “Hey, speaking of getting off, did Jessie Cartwright give you head?”
“No,” Jared says, trying to steady his own pulse. “She ditched me for Tracey Lewis and those girls.”
“Gay,” Jensen snorts.
“Tracey?”
“No, you, you big fag. Jessie’s blown every dude on the team. She was a sure thing. Bet you didn’t even make a move, you big gaywad.”
Jared shuts up because yeah, he didn’t really make a move. Also, he’s doesn’t really want to point out how much more gay it is to be sitting in the dark with Jensen watching amateur porn of guys fisting each other.
He doesn’t even have a chance to change the subject before Jensen’s screwing up his face and peering at the screen. “Hey, Bill Nye, what the fuck is anal prolapse? Am I gonna wanna watch that?”
“Definitely not,” Jared says, and shuts the laptop.
* * *
It turns out to be the first of many YouPorn sessions in Jensen’s basement, but thankfully they don’t reprise the fisting incident.
They do end up watching some more gay porn together though. Even though Jared’s hyperventilating every time Jensen pulls up a m/m link, Jensen doesn’t seem to think anything of it. He came up with this whole theory that guys in gay porn should have smaller dicks than guys in straight porn, because “It’s gotta hurt shoving something that big up your ass. I think a nice small one would be lovely, don’t you?”
Jared just blushes and stays quiet as Jensen clicks to play another video, trying to ignore the hard press of his dick in his jeans. This time it’s one of those gay-for-pay movies, where these two frat-guy types blow each other on a bed in a creepy wood-paneled room. One of the guys lets his fingers slide down between the other’s cheeks, rubbing a lube-slicked finger at his hole. The camera shifts to an extreme close-up of the guy’s pink hole and they watch as it goes all shiny and winky.
“Fuck,” Jensen says. “That’s hot.”
It’s Jensen who takes his dick out first, pulling it through the slit in his boxers and tugging on it a few times. “M’gonna,” he breathes, and Jared nods jerkily, staring at him openly.
“Me too,” Jared croaks. He fumbles his jeans open and shoves his hand into his boxers, squeezing himself lightly. He’s already fit to burst; he won’t need much more than the loose clasp of his fingers to fuck into.
When Jensen speeds up, starts to really go for it, Jared lets out a soft moan. Jensen turns to watch him, corded-muscles of his arm flexing as he jacks himself off. “Holy fuck, Padalecki,” Jensen says, licking his lips. “That a third leg you got there?”
Jared groans and stares at Jensen’s mouth, computer completely forgotten on the coffee table.
“Fucking big cock you’ve got,” Jensen pants, and Jared blows his load all over himself, getting sticky ropes of come on his forearm and stomach. “Juicy too,” Jensen says, impressed. “Oh, unnngh.” His hand is like a blur on his thick cock, and Jared can’t stop staring. “Look at all that jizz,” Jensen says. “Taste it. C’mon. Taste it.”
Jared flushes a deeper shade of red, but does as he’s told. He brings his shaky palm to his mouth and sucks at the skin between his thumb and index finger, licking off the thick wad of come there.
“Shit yeah,” Jensen says, “lick it uhhh-” and comes, shooting hard into his fist and seizing with it. His whole body crunches up and jerks with the intensity of it and man, it’s a good come. Jared almost sympathizes with him, he comes so hard. It looks like his balls are going to ache afterwards.
When Jensen lays still and sighs, coming back around to consciousness, Jared’s tucking his own wet dick back into his pants.
“Tell you what, Padalecki,” Jensen says, voice hoarse and fucked-out. “It’s a good thing you’re not gay. No dude in his right-mind would take on your monster cock.”
Jared closes his eyes and lies back against the couch cushions. “Yep,” he sighs. “It’s a good thing.”
* * *
They don’t room together their freshman year. They want to, but, like, not enough to make a big deal out of it. That’s what girls do: fuss and whine and write letters to student housing and have their parents make phone calls and shit, just so they can be roommates and bffs and not feel so alone during their first year at college. Jared and Jensen are buddies, sure, but they’re not girls.
So Jared ends up in Roebling, near the frat houses, living with Chet, and Jensen ends up in MacArthur rooming with Sanjay. Jared definitely gets the better end of the deal - Chet’s on the basketball team and is never home. Plus, Chet’s got 24/7 access to the gym and unlimited meal credits in the cafeteria and the student union, and he lets Jared use his cardkey whenever he wants. It’s a pretty sweet deal, and Chet’s a good dude, except for the fact that he’s mostly socially inept. He just doesn’t speak, unless he’s talking about b-ball. Which, really, is pretty fine by Jared.
Sanjay, on the other hand, is always home. They’ve never even seen him leave for class, or to eat or anything. He’s just always there. He’s a nice enough guy, but it’s pretty unsettling. They’ve never even seen him take a shower or take a shit or anything. It’s like he’s standing guard over some sacred object that he’s hidden in Jensen’s dorm room, like he’s a genie or some shit.
It gets to the point that Jensen starts bringing girls home to Jared’s room when he wants to get laid. So he can have some privacy.
Or at least that’s his argument after Jared wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of some random girl slurping on Jensen’s cock in the bed next to his.
“Hey look,” Jensen says with a shrug the next morning as he shovels a breakfast burrito in his mouth, “if I’ve gotta nut off in front of another dude, I’d rather it be you than that freak who lives in my room.”
“I- don’t know how to take that,” Jared says. “Thank you?”
“You’re welcome, Padalecki,” Jensen says smugly.
“Actually,” Jared says conversationally, “while we’re sharing our preferences and all, I’d rather not wake up and find your jizz on my hand towel.”
“Ooooh,” Jensen says, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “I forgot to tell you about that. Sorry, dude. You need to keep some Kleenex by the bed.”
Jared stares at him, incredulous. “How about you keep your jizz out of my bedroom?”
“Aw, c’mon baby, you don’t mean that,” Jensen says. He wraps an arm around Jared’s waist and pulls him tight against his side. “You and me, we’ve got that special something.”
Jared’s cheeks pink up, completely involuntarily. “Wow, yeah. I kind of felt special when I wiped my face off with your DNA this morning.”
“I bet it was tasty,” Jensen says. He leans in close, too close, so that his nose is pressed against Jared’s neck, and he breathes deep. “Mmmm, yes. You smell delicious.”
“Oh fuck off,” Jared complains, and shoves at Jensen’s head. Jensen just laughs.
They don’t talk about how their eyes had locked when Jensen shot off in the girl’s mouth.
* * *
The next time it happens, it’s even weirder. They leave the bar together, Jared, Jensen and Rachel Morris, a girl that’s in Jared’s bio class that he knows Jensen is interested in. Jared just assumes, naturally, that Jensen and Rachel are going to her place if they’re going to hook up. It just seems logical. Which is why, of course, that is not at all what happens.
“’Night,” Jared says, lifting one arm in a wave. “You kids have fun. Be safe,” he says with a pointed look at Jensen.
Jensen laughs. “Whatsamatter? No more gracious host?”
Jared freezes. “Uh. What?”
“Aren’t we going to his place?” Rachel asks, tipsy but alert. Eager. “You said-”
“Yeah we’re going to his place,” Jensen says. He looks at Jared. “We’re going to your place.”
“All of us?” Jared chokes out, shocked. It’s almost silly that he’s so surprised. Jensen’s always been the one to push at Jared’s boundaries, tugging at his seams until something or other spills loose.
“All of us,” Jensen confirms with a wide grin.
Rachel looks back and forth between them for a moment, then breaks out into a boozy smile. “Yay,” she says, waving her fists in the air in little circles.
Jensen looks at Jared, eyebrows raised in a question. And just like high school, just like Little League, just like every other time in Jared’s life since he’s known Jensen, he just lets Jensen guide him, trusting that Jensen’s got some plan here that will make everything awesome.
“Yay,” Jared says weakly.
* * *
They don’t have a threesome per se. Not a real one anyway. Rachel lies against Jared’s chest, between his splayed legs, while Jensen goes down on her for what seems like ever. She comes twice, and then it’s his turn, and Rachel gets on her knees on Chet’s bed, bowing down over Jensen’s dick, sucking him down like a pro. She’s bent over, presenting her bottom at Jared, but Jared chooses to stay reclined against the wall, watching, awkward and flushed. He watches Jensen’s hips punch forward, watches Jensen shove his cock into Rachel’s throat, until he has to jerk himself off.
And, wow. It’s fascinating, is what it is. Her lips are puffy and red, and she’s corkscrewing down on Jensen’s dick like a porn star. And Jensen is, god damn but Jensen is fucking hot like burning. Jared flushes at the thought, but he can’t unthink it. Can’t deny that he’s thought about Jensen just like this, shirt rucked up under his armpits, stomach heaving, big fat cock all slippery wet, eyes on Jared like-
“Oh fuck, Jay. Jay. Jared. Jared why don’t you put that big dick right in her? C’mon, man, give it to her.”
Jared nods jerkily, sweaty and hard as he clambers up on his knees and puts the head of his dick to her wet slit. He fumbles around a little before he slips in, because he can’t look at what he’s doing. He’s watching Jensen watch him, and it’s really fucked up that Jensen’s getting arguably the best head anyone outside of porn has ever gotten, and he isn’t taking his eyes off of Jared.
“Fuck Jensen,” Jared whispers as he sinks inside.
“That’s my boy,” Jensen growls, and shoves Rachel back, pushing her further onto Jared’s dick.
“Oh,” she gasps, surprised in a good way, and lets her head drop down to the mattress.
When Jensen comes, he does it all over her back, thick bursts of white shooting so far they almost reach Jared. Jared pulls out and blows it the same way, watching the way their come mixes together in the small of her sweat-slick back.
“You guys are fun,” Rachel says on a breathy chuckle. She starts to lay down but Jensen stops her.
“Wait!” He grabs one of Jared’s (clean, folded) towels from the laundry pile and tosses it on her back. “You’ll get come everywhere. Jared hates that. He was nice enough to have us up here. Let’s be respectful of his space.”
* * *
“You’re so fucked up,” Jared slurs, shoving at Jensen’s shoulder. “You live that way.” He points down the path to MacArthur.
Jensen just leans into his push, boozy smile on his lips. “Yeah, but it’s more fun at your place.”
Jared tries not to think about all of the fun they’ve been having at his place. Sex with Jensen, well, sex with Jensen around is the best sex Jared’s ever had, but the whole thing is getting pretty fucked up. It’s become this crazy pattern of going out drinking, Jensen getting shitfaced, and then bringing girls back to Jared’s room to fuck one or both of them.
Not surprisingly, Jensen hasn’t really noticed that Jared usually opts-out in favor of beating off. And watching. The last time had been particularly painful, with Jensen sliding the girl down between Jared’s legs and then climbing on top of her to fuck her. His face had been so close to Jared’s crotch that Jared almost just pushed his dick down to rub it against Jensen’s mouth a few times. The want was killing him.
“Ugh,” Jared complains, pushing Jensen away again, harder this time. “You reek of smoke.”
“You love it,” Jensen counters, charging back against Jared. The force of him, clumsy and intoxicated, makes Jared stumble backwards until his shoulder slams into the wall of the student union.
“Ow! Fucker!” Jared says, jostling Jensen a little more roughly. Jensen’s pretty strong, but Jared’s bigger than him now, and even though they’re both pretty drunk, Jared figures he could take Jensen down if he needed to. Jared grabs Jensen’s wrists and holds him still until his thoughts unravel and all he can think about is holding Jensen down, naked and flushed like he’s seen him so many times, giving it away to random co-eds. He’s so horny and he’s so fucking sick of it. “Fucking drunk,” he bites out.
“Tightass,” Jensen answers. “Can’t believe you weren’t into those volleyball girls. They were smokin’.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, dipshit, I’m not really into any girls,” Jared says, throwing it out there. Finally.
Jensen screws up his face in confusion, stops struggling in Jared’s grip. “You’re what? Yeah you are,” he slurs. “I’ve seen you fuck like a champion. Girls.”
Jared lets go of Jensen’s arms and steps back, shaking his head. “Well I’m not doing it anymore, Jensen. You wanna fuck girls you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Count me out.” He looks up at his friend, his best friend, and tries to push down the ever-present urge to kiss Jensen breathless. “Okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” Jensen says easily. “All you had to do was say something. Jeez.”
Two nights later Jensen shows up at Jared’s place with a bottle of Cuervo and a random smiley couple. Jared opens the door in his boxers and just stares.
“Don’t worry,” Jensen whispers, leaning in. “I’ll take the girl. You can have the dude. Got any limes?”
Jared shuts the door in his face.
* * *
The next time they get off together, they actually get off together. They’re smoking, but not too high, and not at all drunk. It’s a Sunday night, just after they’d come back from Jensen’s play, where he absolutely killed it. He’d been all proud and jumpy, adrenalin pumping, and he’s never going to get to sleep if they didn’t smoke a little, so they do.
“How awesome was I? Tell me again,” Jensen says, pressing up closer against Jared’s side. They’re sitting on Jared’s bed, backs to the wall and knees raised, bare toes wiggling off the side edge of the mattress. Jared passes him the joint and smiles.
“You were so awesome,” he says, grinning.
Jensen turns to look at him, face gone soft and dopey. “Yeah?” he asks softly. “Think so?”
Just then Jared’s breath gets caught in his throat, or maybe it’s the weed, burning his lungs or something because he can’t breathe. “Know so,” he manages to croak out, and then Jensen kisses him.
Jensen’s mouth is warm and dry, lips soft. He kisses Jared like he means it, like maybe it’s time they both snap out of whatever bizarre haze they’ve been caught in for, oh, the past six years.
Jared doesn’t take the opportunity for granted. He tugs Jensen into his lap, letting his legs fall open so Jensen can straddle his hips nice and tight. He tucks his fingers into the back of Jensen’s jeans and pulls his hips forward, letting Jensen feel how hard he is. After six years of wanting and six months of foreplay, Jared is raring to go, halfway to creaming himself from just a kiss.
They don’t talk, which in Jared’s mind is significant. Usually during sex (with girls) Jensen is mouthing off and narrating the whole thing, giving a goddamned play-by-play. But now he’s quiet, quiet except for his occasional breathy gasps and low moans. He’s clinging to Jared’s shoulders, rocking up against Jared in a way that’s going to definitely get Jared off, and he’s quiet. Like he doesn’t want to waste any of his concentration on talking.
Jared lets one hand slip further down into Jensen’s jeans, running his middle finger down the crack of Jensen’s ass and feeling around, rubbing lightly in between his legs. Jensen rocks down into him and groans in his mouth and Jared thinks, Finally. Fucking finally.
* * *
Things kind of change between them, then, but not really. They’re still the same guys - they don’t walk around holding hands or anything. But when Chet’s away at games, Jensen’s cool with hanging out at Jared’s and not going out. He’s content to just lie in Jared’s bed, feet tangled against Jared’s calves, learning his lines while Jared studies physiology.
One day they’re making out on Jared’s bed when Chet comes home, and Jared worries for a moment, not sure how Jensen (or Chet) is going to handle it.
“S’up,” Chet says. “Just grabbing my stuff.” He appears to be unfazed, but then again, that’s Chet’s default expression.
“No worries,” Jensen says lazily. “Take your time.” He turns to Jared and whispers, “We should room together next year. Maybe get a place off-campus.”
“Yeah,” Jared says with a grin. “Sounds great.”
“I was looking at the rents around Daughtry, they’re not that bad, but the neighborhood is kind of shady.”
Jared can’t contain his grin, but forces a casual tone. “It’s cool. We can get Sanjay to stand guard.”
Jensen snickers into the pillow and Jared can’t wait for Chet to get the fuck out of there.
* * *
The first time they have sex, all-the-way sex, Jensen tops. Either way is fine by Jared, but Jensen is still insistent on his theory from high school - the guy with the smaller dick should top, out of consideration for the other dude’s comfort. Jensen’s not tiny or anything, in fact he’s thicker than Jared, just a little shorter, and so it’s really, really good.
A couple of weeks later, they smoke up again and Jared ends up pushing Jensen down and fucking the living shit out of him, Jensen all loose and pliant under him. He takes Jensen from behind at first, then flips him over and starts again, face to face. He fingers Jensen for what feels like hours, then fucks him, then fingers him again, until Jensen’s a desperate, sweaty mess.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, once Jared gives him a break. He looks seriously put-out. “That the whole big-dick thing is good?”
Jared laughs, burying his face in Jensen’s neck, nuzzling against the kiss-bruises forming on Jensen’s freckled skin.
“I’m serious, Padalecki,” Jensen says, pushing at Jared’s head. “Some friend you are. If you knew, why didn’t you say anything? We could have been doing this the whole time.”
Jared laughs, has to laugh, because Jensen is that much of a clueless dick. “You’re right,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “I could have explained the whole thing to you. But sometimes I just have to let you figure things out for yourself, Jensen.”
Jensen squirms under him, and Jared feels his cock start to go hard again, still snugged up tight inside of Jensen. He pushes into Jensen a little, testing the waters, and Jensen’s mouth falls open, eyes going unfocused for a moment.
“Yeah, well,” Jensen breathes, “lucky for you I catch on pretty quick.”
“Mmm,” Jared agrees, and thrusts up, pressing into Jensen with his hips. “Lucky for me.”
THE END.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Jensen/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS, some het, Boys are underage during some parts (17ish).
Word Count: 4,600
Summary: In which Jared comes to learn that Jensen really has no clue.
A/N: Written for j2_remix. Original fic is Your kind’s my kind by unreckless.
Disclaimer: Just for fun!
This is you, according to me
The things Jared remembers first knowing about Jensen Ackles are, in chronological order, 1.) Jensen is a dick and 2.) Jensen is full of shit.
He knows Jensen is a dick right away, right from that day in Little League when Jensen clocked him in the face, twice, during a team brawl. Jensen is a hot-headed, got-something-to-prove, chip-on-my-shoulder, what’d-you-say-about-my-momma dick. Even his own teammates would have run out of patience if he hadn’t been such an awesome hitter. He’s tough and scrappy and loyal to a fault, and, although in the years to come Jared would enjoy being on the right side of Jensen’s blind devotion, there’s no arguing the fact that the kid is a dick.
He knows Jensen is full of shit when he knocks two of Jensen’s teeth out in that same brawl and Jensen acts like it doesn’t hurt at all. Just spits ‘em out on the ground and says, “Is that all you got, Stretch?” even though Jared can see his eyes tearing up. It’s further driven home in tenth grade, when Connie Meadows tells Jensen she’s missed her period and Jensen just shrugs it off. He tells Jared that he’s maybe gonna be a daddy like it’s no big deal. Like he isn’t pissing himself at the very thought of it. Jensen’s ability to lie through his teeth is part of the reason Jared has no doubt that he’ll make a great actor someday. Jensen’s bullshit is Oscar-quality bullshit.
As it turns out, aside from being a dick and totally full of it, Jensen is also completely clueless. But it takes Jared a few years to really figure that out.
* * *
Jensen gets grounded during eleventh grade after hitting Nick Johnson in the face with his lacrosse stick. He’s not allowed to go anywhere, pretty much, so Jared just ends up hanging at Jensen’s place most of the time. Jensen gets awesome at video games, but it’s not that much fun to play with him because he’s such a dick about winning.
“You’re such a dick about winning, you know that?” Jared says, tossing the controller onto the couch.
“Yeah, well, maybe if you won some time you’d be a dick too,” Jensen says, and Jared kind of wants to punch him. He leans back and stretches his arms wide on the back of the couch, cracking his knuckles loudly. Jared somehow ends up staring at the strip of skin that’s revealed on Jensen’s stomach when his t-shirt pulls up. He’s got hair there, more than Jared does. It’s kind of light, like blonde or light brown, but he’s definitely hairier than Jared.
That’s new, Jared thinks. He doesn’t remember seeing much hair last summer, when they spent the better part of the season swimming in every pool in town.
Jensen sneezes then pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe the snot from his nose, and Jared is jolted by the unexpected sight of Jensen’s abs. He’s lean, always been bordering right on skinny, but now Jared can see that Jensen is cut, muscles crunching in neat rows of bumps and curves. That’s new, too.
He looks up and catches Jensen’s eye and immediately looks back at the tv, which is frozen on the X-box menu. Jensen had been watching him. Watching him stare, and now Jared feels like a creep. He darts a look at Jensen again, and Jensen’s looking a little unsettled, still holding his shirt up.
“What?” he says, looking down at his stomach, pushing it out on a deep exhale.
“I think you have anger-management issues,” Jared chokes out. “I bet you end up on Jerry Springer one day.”
“It’s my body, I do what I want,” Jensen says in his best Cartman-voice. He tucks the hem of his shirt through the collar, pulling it through so that it ends up looking like a bra or bikini or something.
Jared grabs the controller and tries to ignore the hot flush in his own cheeks. “Let’s go again,” he says, and Jensen just laughs and shifts closer.
* * *
One night Jared takes Jessica Cartwright out for pizza and a movie. Jensen’s still grounded and he’s bored, which is never a good thing. He ends up texting Jared six times during the movie, all stupid shit he’s finding on turdwords.com that makes Jared snort soda out his nose until it starts to hurt. Jessie gets a little annoyed.
“Tell your boyfriend to simmer down,” she says after the movie. They’re walking back to Jared’s car and she says, over her shoulder, “It’s not like I’m going to blow you or anything.”
Jared just stares at her, keys dangling from his fingers. “I- what?”
She stares right back for a long moment, and then her face breaks into a slow smile. “Oh. Oh, no. You are too cute,” she says. “I’m going to catch a ride with Tracey. Why don’t you go see what he wants?”
When he gets to Jensen’s he finds him hunched over his laptop on the basement couch. “You gotta see this,” Jensen says without looking up. Like Jared’s been in the room with him the whole time, and they’re just picking up from some previous conversation.
Jared flops down next to him, still thinking about what Jess had said. That Jensen was his boyfriend. His jealous boyfriend. Jared smiles a little despite himself.
That is, until he looks at Jensen’s computer screen.
“Holy fucking shit, Jensen!” he yells, then covers his face with his hands. “What the hell are you watching?”
“YouPorn, duh.” Jensen’s rapt, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. “That’s a chick with an entire dude’s fist in her asshole,” Jensen says proudly. “He’s basically punching her in the pooper!”
“Dude,” Jared says, peeking through his fingers. “That is not a chick!”
“Yeah it- oh,” Jensen says, turning his head sideways to get a better look. “Huh. Okay, maybe not. Still. It’s pretty awesome.” He hits the back button and picks another video. It’s basically the same thing. They’re all variations on the same theme. “This one’s got a chick. Oh. Wait. No. Why are they all dudes?”
Jared stares at him. “Because why would a chick want to take a fist up the butt?”
Jensen looks back at him, adorably confused. “Why would a dude want to take a fist up the butt?”
Jared blushes, feels his whole face go hot. “I am not explaining that to you,” he says, voice breaking. He doesn’t look up. Watching some twink take a big meaty fist is preferable to looking Jensen in the face right now.
“What?” Jensen says. “Are you saying you jam your fingers up your ass to get off?”
Jared tries to scoff at the idea, but ends up choking on his own spit.
“You do!” Jensen crows. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me! Is it good? Should I try it?”
“Jesus, Jensen!”
“Alright, alright, Mr. Modesty.” Jensen sulks back into the sofa cushions, thwarted. “Hey, speaking of getting off, did Jessie Cartwright give you head?”
“No,” Jared says, trying to steady his own pulse. “She ditched me for Tracey Lewis and those girls.”
“Gay,” Jensen snorts.
“Tracey?”
“No, you, you big fag. Jessie’s blown every dude on the team. She was a sure thing. Bet you didn’t even make a move, you big gaywad.”
Jared shuts up because yeah, he didn’t really make a move. Also, he’s doesn’t really want to point out how much more gay it is to be sitting in the dark with Jensen watching amateur porn of guys fisting each other.
He doesn’t even have a chance to change the subject before Jensen’s screwing up his face and peering at the screen. “Hey, Bill Nye, what the fuck is anal prolapse? Am I gonna wanna watch that?”
“Definitely not,” Jared says, and shuts the laptop.
* * *
It turns out to be the first of many YouPorn sessions in Jensen’s basement, but thankfully they don’t reprise the fisting incident.
They do end up watching some more gay porn together though. Even though Jared’s hyperventilating every time Jensen pulls up a m/m link, Jensen doesn’t seem to think anything of it. He came up with this whole theory that guys in gay porn should have smaller dicks than guys in straight porn, because “It’s gotta hurt shoving something that big up your ass. I think a nice small one would be lovely, don’t you?”
Jared just blushes and stays quiet as Jensen clicks to play another video, trying to ignore the hard press of his dick in his jeans. This time it’s one of those gay-for-pay movies, where these two frat-guy types blow each other on a bed in a creepy wood-paneled room. One of the guys lets his fingers slide down between the other’s cheeks, rubbing a lube-slicked finger at his hole. The camera shifts to an extreme close-up of the guy’s pink hole and they watch as it goes all shiny and winky.
“Fuck,” Jensen says. “That’s hot.”
It’s Jensen who takes his dick out first, pulling it through the slit in his boxers and tugging on it a few times. “M’gonna,” he breathes, and Jared nods jerkily, staring at him openly.
“Me too,” Jared croaks. He fumbles his jeans open and shoves his hand into his boxers, squeezing himself lightly. He’s already fit to burst; he won’t need much more than the loose clasp of his fingers to fuck into.
When Jensen speeds up, starts to really go for it, Jared lets out a soft moan. Jensen turns to watch him, corded-muscles of his arm flexing as he jacks himself off. “Holy fuck, Padalecki,” Jensen says, licking his lips. “That a third leg you got there?”
Jared groans and stares at Jensen’s mouth, computer completely forgotten on the coffee table.
“Fucking big cock you’ve got,” Jensen pants, and Jared blows his load all over himself, getting sticky ropes of come on his forearm and stomach. “Juicy too,” Jensen says, impressed. “Oh, unnngh.” His hand is like a blur on his thick cock, and Jared can’t stop staring. “Look at all that jizz,” Jensen says. “Taste it. C’mon. Taste it.”
Jared flushes a deeper shade of red, but does as he’s told. He brings his shaky palm to his mouth and sucks at the skin between his thumb and index finger, licking off the thick wad of come there.
“Shit yeah,” Jensen says, “lick it uhhh-” and comes, shooting hard into his fist and seizing with it. His whole body crunches up and jerks with the intensity of it and man, it’s a good come. Jared almost sympathizes with him, he comes so hard. It looks like his balls are going to ache afterwards.
When Jensen lays still and sighs, coming back around to consciousness, Jared’s tucking his own wet dick back into his pants.
“Tell you what, Padalecki,” Jensen says, voice hoarse and fucked-out. “It’s a good thing you’re not gay. No dude in his right-mind would take on your monster cock.”
Jared closes his eyes and lies back against the couch cushions. “Yep,” he sighs. “It’s a good thing.”
* * *
They don’t room together their freshman year. They want to, but, like, not enough to make a big deal out of it. That’s what girls do: fuss and whine and write letters to student housing and have their parents make phone calls and shit, just so they can be roommates and bffs and not feel so alone during their first year at college. Jared and Jensen are buddies, sure, but they’re not girls.
So Jared ends up in Roebling, near the frat houses, living with Chet, and Jensen ends up in MacArthur rooming with Sanjay. Jared definitely gets the better end of the deal - Chet’s on the basketball team and is never home. Plus, Chet’s got 24/7 access to the gym and unlimited meal credits in the cafeteria and the student union, and he lets Jared use his cardkey whenever he wants. It’s a pretty sweet deal, and Chet’s a good dude, except for the fact that he’s mostly socially inept. He just doesn’t speak, unless he’s talking about b-ball. Which, really, is pretty fine by Jared.
Sanjay, on the other hand, is always home. They’ve never even seen him leave for class, or to eat or anything. He’s just always there. He’s a nice enough guy, but it’s pretty unsettling. They’ve never even seen him take a shower or take a shit or anything. It’s like he’s standing guard over some sacred object that he’s hidden in Jensen’s dorm room, like he’s a genie or some shit.
It gets to the point that Jensen starts bringing girls home to Jared’s room when he wants to get laid. So he can have some privacy.
Or at least that’s his argument after Jared wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of some random girl slurping on Jensen’s cock in the bed next to his.
“Hey look,” Jensen says with a shrug the next morning as he shovels a breakfast burrito in his mouth, “if I’ve gotta nut off in front of another dude, I’d rather it be you than that freak who lives in my room.”
“I- don’t know how to take that,” Jared says. “Thank you?”
“You’re welcome, Padalecki,” Jensen says smugly.
“Actually,” Jared says conversationally, “while we’re sharing our preferences and all, I’d rather not wake up and find your jizz on my hand towel.”
“Ooooh,” Jensen says, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “I forgot to tell you about that. Sorry, dude. You need to keep some Kleenex by the bed.”
Jared stares at him, incredulous. “How about you keep your jizz out of my bedroom?”
“Aw, c’mon baby, you don’t mean that,” Jensen says. He wraps an arm around Jared’s waist and pulls him tight against his side. “You and me, we’ve got that special something.”
Jared’s cheeks pink up, completely involuntarily. “Wow, yeah. I kind of felt special when I wiped my face off with your DNA this morning.”
“I bet it was tasty,” Jensen says. He leans in close, too close, so that his nose is pressed against Jared’s neck, and he breathes deep. “Mmmm, yes. You smell delicious.”
“Oh fuck off,” Jared complains, and shoves at Jensen’s head. Jensen just laughs.
They don’t talk about how their eyes had locked when Jensen shot off in the girl’s mouth.
* * *
The next time it happens, it’s even weirder. They leave the bar together, Jared, Jensen and Rachel Morris, a girl that’s in Jared’s bio class that he knows Jensen is interested in. Jared just assumes, naturally, that Jensen and Rachel are going to her place if they’re going to hook up. It just seems logical. Which is why, of course, that is not at all what happens.
“’Night,” Jared says, lifting one arm in a wave. “You kids have fun. Be safe,” he says with a pointed look at Jensen.
Jensen laughs. “Whatsamatter? No more gracious host?”
Jared freezes. “Uh. What?”
“Aren’t we going to his place?” Rachel asks, tipsy but alert. Eager. “You said-”
“Yeah we’re going to his place,” Jensen says. He looks at Jared. “We’re going to your place.”
“All of us?” Jared chokes out, shocked. It’s almost silly that he’s so surprised. Jensen’s always been the one to push at Jared’s boundaries, tugging at his seams until something or other spills loose.
“All of us,” Jensen confirms with a wide grin.
Rachel looks back and forth between them for a moment, then breaks out into a boozy smile. “Yay,” she says, waving her fists in the air in little circles.
Jensen looks at Jared, eyebrows raised in a question. And just like high school, just like Little League, just like every other time in Jared’s life since he’s known Jensen, he just lets Jensen guide him, trusting that Jensen’s got some plan here that will make everything awesome.
“Yay,” Jared says weakly.
* * *
They don’t have a threesome per se. Not a real one anyway. Rachel lies against Jared’s chest, between his splayed legs, while Jensen goes down on her for what seems like ever. She comes twice, and then it’s his turn, and Rachel gets on her knees on Chet’s bed, bowing down over Jensen’s dick, sucking him down like a pro. She’s bent over, presenting her bottom at Jared, but Jared chooses to stay reclined against the wall, watching, awkward and flushed. He watches Jensen’s hips punch forward, watches Jensen shove his cock into Rachel’s throat, until he has to jerk himself off.
And, wow. It’s fascinating, is what it is. Her lips are puffy and red, and she’s corkscrewing down on Jensen’s dick like a porn star. And Jensen is, god damn but Jensen is fucking hot like burning. Jared flushes at the thought, but he can’t unthink it. Can’t deny that he’s thought about Jensen just like this, shirt rucked up under his armpits, stomach heaving, big fat cock all slippery wet, eyes on Jared like-
“Oh fuck, Jay. Jay. Jared. Jared why don’t you put that big dick right in her? C’mon, man, give it to her.”
Jared nods jerkily, sweaty and hard as he clambers up on his knees and puts the head of his dick to her wet slit. He fumbles around a little before he slips in, because he can’t look at what he’s doing. He’s watching Jensen watch him, and it’s really fucked up that Jensen’s getting arguably the best head anyone outside of porn has ever gotten, and he isn’t taking his eyes off of Jared.
“Fuck Jensen,” Jared whispers as he sinks inside.
“That’s my boy,” Jensen growls, and shoves Rachel back, pushing her further onto Jared’s dick.
“Oh,” she gasps, surprised in a good way, and lets her head drop down to the mattress.
When Jensen comes, he does it all over her back, thick bursts of white shooting so far they almost reach Jared. Jared pulls out and blows it the same way, watching the way their come mixes together in the small of her sweat-slick back.
“You guys are fun,” Rachel says on a breathy chuckle. She starts to lay down but Jensen stops her.
“Wait!” He grabs one of Jared’s (clean, folded) towels from the laundry pile and tosses it on her back. “You’ll get come everywhere. Jared hates that. He was nice enough to have us up here. Let’s be respectful of his space.”
* * *
“You’re so fucked up,” Jared slurs, shoving at Jensen’s shoulder. “You live that way.” He points down the path to MacArthur.
Jensen just leans into his push, boozy smile on his lips. “Yeah, but it’s more fun at your place.”
Jared tries not to think about all of the fun they’ve been having at his place. Sex with Jensen, well, sex with Jensen around is the best sex Jared’s ever had, but the whole thing is getting pretty fucked up. It’s become this crazy pattern of going out drinking, Jensen getting shitfaced, and then bringing girls back to Jared’s room to fuck one or both of them.
Not surprisingly, Jensen hasn’t really noticed that Jared usually opts-out in favor of beating off. And watching. The last time had been particularly painful, with Jensen sliding the girl down between Jared’s legs and then climbing on top of her to fuck her. His face had been so close to Jared’s crotch that Jared almost just pushed his dick down to rub it against Jensen’s mouth a few times. The want was killing him.
“Ugh,” Jared complains, pushing Jensen away again, harder this time. “You reek of smoke.”
“You love it,” Jensen counters, charging back against Jared. The force of him, clumsy and intoxicated, makes Jared stumble backwards until his shoulder slams into the wall of the student union.
“Ow! Fucker!” Jared says, jostling Jensen a little more roughly. Jensen’s pretty strong, but Jared’s bigger than him now, and even though they’re both pretty drunk, Jared figures he could take Jensen down if he needed to. Jared grabs Jensen’s wrists and holds him still until his thoughts unravel and all he can think about is holding Jensen down, naked and flushed like he’s seen him so many times, giving it away to random co-eds. He’s so horny and he’s so fucking sick of it. “Fucking drunk,” he bites out.
“Tightass,” Jensen answers. “Can’t believe you weren’t into those volleyball girls. They were smokin’.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, dipshit, I’m not really into any girls,” Jared says, throwing it out there. Finally.
Jensen screws up his face in confusion, stops struggling in Jared’s grip. “You’re what? Yeah you are,” he slurs. “I’ve seen you fuck like a champion. Girls.”
Jared lets go of Jensen’s arms and steps back, shaking his head. “Well I’m not doing it anymore, Jensen. You wanna fuck girls you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Count me out.” He looks up at his friend, his best friend, and tries to push down the ever-present urge to kiss Jensen breathless. “Okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” Jensen says easily. “All you had to do was say something. Jeez.”
Two nights later Jensen shows up at Jared’s place with a bottle of Cuervo and a random smiley couple. Jared opens the door in his boxers and just stares.
“Don’t worry,” Jensen whispers, leaning in. “I’ll take the girl. You can have the dude. Got any limes?”
Jared shuts the door in his face.
* * *
The next time they get off together, they actually get off together. They’re smoking, but not too high, and not at all drunk. It’s a Sunday night, just after they’d come back from Jensen’s play, where he absolutely killed it. He’d been all proud and jumpy, adrenalin pumping, and he’s never going to get to sleep if they didn’t smoke a little, so they do.
“How awesome was I? Tell me again,” Jensen says, pressing up closer against Jared’s side. They’re sitting on Jared’s bed, backs to the wall and knees raised, bare toes wiggling off the side edge of the mattress. Jared passes him the joint and smiles.
“You were so awesome,” he says, grinning.
Jensen turns to look at him, face gone soft and dopey. “Yeah?” he asks softly. “Think so?”
Just then Jared’s breath gets caught in his throat, or maybe it’s the weed, burning his lungs or something because he can’t breathe. “Know so,” he manages to croak out, and then Jensen kisses him.
Jensen’s mouth is warm and dry, lips soft. He kisses Jared like he means it, like maybe it’s time they both snap out of whatever bizarre haze they’ve been caught in for, oh, the past six years.
Jared doesn’t take the opportunity for granted. He tugs Jensen into his lap, letting his legs fall open so Jensen can straddle his hips nice and tight. He tucks his fingers into the back of Jensen’s jeans and pulls his hips forward, letting Jensen feel how hard he is. After six years of wanting and six months of foreplay, Jared is raring to go, halfway to creaming himself from just a kiss.
They don’t talk, which in Jared’s mind is significant. Usually during sex (with girls) Jensen is mouthing off and narrating the whole thing, giving a goddamned play-by-play. But now he’s quiet, quiet except for his occasional breathy gasps and low moans. He’s clinging to Jared’s shoulders, rocking up against Jared in a way that’s going to definitely get Jared off, and he’s quiet. Like he doesn’t want to waste any of his concentration on talking.
Jared lets one hand slip further down into Jensen’s jeans, running his middle finger down the crack of Jensen’s ass and feeling around, rubbing lightly in between his legs. Jensen rocks down into him and groans in his mouth and Jared thinks, Finally. Fucking finally.
* * *
Things kind of change between them, then, but not really. They’re still the same guys - they don’t walk around holding hands or anything. But when Chet’s away at games, Jensen’s cool with hanging out at Jared’s and not going out. He’s content to just lie in Jared’s bed, feet tangled against Jared’s calves, learning his lines while Jared studies physiology.
One day they’re making out on Jared’s bed when Chet comes home, and Jared worries for a moment, not sure how Jensen (or Chet) is going to handle it.
“S’up,” Chet says. “Just grabbing my stuff.” He appears to be unfazed, but then again, that’s Chet’s default expression.
“No worries,” Jensen says lazily. “Take your time.” He turns to Jared and whispers, “We should room together next year. Maybe get a place off-campus.”
“Yeah,” Jared says with a grin. “Sounds great.”
“I was looking at the rents around Daughtry, they’re not that bad, but the neighborhood is kind of shady.”
Jared can’t contain his grin, but forces a casual tone. “It’s cool. We can get Sanjay to stand guard.”
Jensen snickers into the pillow and Jared can’t wait for Chet to get the fuck out of there.
* * *
The first time they have sex, all-the-way sex, Jensen tops. Either way is fine by Jared, but Jensen is still insistent on his theory from high school - the guy with the smaller dick should top, out of consideration for the other dude’s comfort. Jensen’s not tiny or anything, in fact he’s thicker than Jared, just a little shorter, and so it’s really, really good.
A couple of weeks later, they smoke up again and Jared ends up pushing Jensen down and fucking the living shit out of him, Jensen all loose and pliant under him. He takes Jensen from behind at first, then flips him over and starts again, face to face. He fingers Jensen for what feels like hours, then fucks him, then fingers him again, until Jensen’s a desperate, sweaty mess.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, once Jared gives him a break. He looks seriously put-out. “That the whole big-dick thing is good?”
Jared laughs, burying his face in Jensen’s neck, nuzzling against the kiss-bruises forming on Jensen’s freckled skin.
“I’m serious, Padalecki,” Jensen says, pushing at Jared’s head. “Some friend you are. If you knew, why didn’t you say anything? We could have been doing this the whole time.”
Jared laughs, has to laugh, because Jensen is that much of a clueless dick. “You’re right,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “I could have explained the whole thing to you. But sometimes I just have to let you figure things out for yourself, Jensen.”
Jensen squirms under him, and Jared feels his cock start to go hard again, still snugged up tight inside of Jensen. He pushes into Jensen a little, testing the waters, and Jensen’s mouth falls open, eyes going unfocused for a moment.
“Yeah, well,” Jensen breathes, “lucky for you I catch on pretty quick.”
“Mmm,” Jared agrees, and thrusts up, pressing into Jensen with his hips. “Lucky for me.”
THE END.