Accidental Somethings, JaredxJensen, [1/1]
Title: Accidental Somethings
Author: orange_rotted
Rating: M
Word count: 3709
Pairings: Jared/Jensen - RPS
Disclaimer: All made up. Don't sue. The end.
Warnings: gay love! Much fluff.
Summary: Weary and tired, Jared is dragged kicking and screaming by Chad to a party of which he wants no part. However, with the introduction of some old school drinking games and Jared accidentally discovers something (or rather someone) important and wonderful.
Accidental Somethings
“Stop sulking already, this party is going to be wicked!” Chad scolded the stooped, lumped up bundle of jeans and never ending limbs that was Jared Padalecki.
This vague assortment of body parts that sat in the passenger seat of Chad's 'baby' was one stressed out college student. A college student that had an exam the following morning; and yet, had somehow found himself at 9:34pm shoved callously into a car and was currently on his way to a party he just knew was a bad idea.
Things like this never ended well.
“Chad, you know I have that exam tomorrow.” Jared responded, shifting agitatedly on the seat, huffing out a breath of aggravation as he leaned his head against the window. This exam was worth 30% of his final grade, he'd been preparing for it for weeks, and now it seems it was all about to be carelessly tossed out the window to be repeatedly battered and flattened by the outside world.
God, why am I even friends with him? He found himself asking silently, such a very relevant and puzzling question he concluded.
Jared knew nothing of the upcoming events other than it involved an apartment full of the two most quintessential things for any boy over the tender age of 14 - hot chicks and beer (all this, of course, is according to Chad in his infinite wisdom). All well and good, Jared thought to himself, but it was just so unfortunate that Chad didn't seem to understand the concept of there's a time and place; and instead preferred to think of now as ALWAYS the time and the place.
The apartment which Jared soon found himself in was a cramped and tiny space with all sorts of student filth on all four walls, ceiling and floor. Clutter and grime that had been hoarded and nursed by thousands of anonymous, blurred faced college students who'd graced these dorms. Obscene and obscure movie posters hung limply on the walls whilst every other available horizontal platform- floor, couches and tables alike seemed to be further cluttered with a mass of unending bodies; alcohol ran rife and free through their fingertips.
Jared felt somehow disconnected from the scene, standing awkwardly outside on a balcony the size of a postage stamp, cup of cheap beer held limply in his fist - the music that thumped in the background, the voices of the crowd drifting like a wave around him and he just felt so incongruous.
“Hi there” Jared heard a soft voice beside him. “You're Jared aren't you? Chad's friend?”
Shaking himself out of the reverie, he saw a petite dark haired girl beside him, very pretty, as she pulled out a lighter and roughly lit the end of a Marlboro with well practiced hands.
“Ah,” Jared stammered a little, taken aback by the sudden disruption, “Yeah, that's me?” He allowed his tone to drift a little higher, hoping that his voice would relay the question of Um, who are you exactly?
Her presence slammed him back into the moment; the noise, the drunken slurs, heady smell of cigarette smoke and perfume. She seemed nice, her eyes shone and her smile carefree, Jared could sense a slight see sawing of her feet and guessed the girl, whoever she was, had like everybody else been helping herself to the free drink that had been provided.
“Oh, sorry! I'm Sandy by the way, Chad used to date my room mate, Sophia?” Her laugh was light, Jared decided he could deal with this girl.
“Oh, is that so? Yeah, I apologize profusely on his behalf for whatever he did to her. Chad's special ability ranges from sleaze to sleaze to sleaze. “
“Really?” She laughed, her smile just that little bit infectious, “Well, you don't have to worry, from what I understand he treated her well, they broke up cause Sophia wasn't really interested in a long term, serious thing and Chad seemed quite okay with that.”
Divine intervention chose that particular moment for said Mr Chad Michael Sleaze-bag Murray to pop his head through the sliding door, music and chatter filtering out into the cold night, a beer in one hand and some form of strange mixed concoction in the other to slur at Jared and Sandy -
“Jare, come on dude, it's time to go old school.”
And simply just walked away. Making the obnoxious and ridiculous assumption that his minion, Jared, would follow him.
Which of course he did.
Gesturing to Sandy to do so as well, he entered the sea of slicked and bright eyed college students who laughed too loud and stumbled over the dirty beige carpets. He could see Chad slip past a group of girls, his blond spiked hair a guiding torch as he maneuvered his way through the throng of people and into a bedroom at the end of a narrow and dark hallway.
Sitting upon strewn about textbooks and a muddle of notebooks, Jared found himself in a circle among about 20 or so other drunken faces - a finished bottle of $4 wine in the center.
Finally, Chad's reference to the 'old school' just made so much more sense.
Jared could feel the buzz of the few beers he'd chugged down laying warm and light in his belly, his head a happy mess of alcohol and forgotten obligations. He was so down for this.
Looking around the faces, Jared was particularly pleased to note that there wasn't anybody devastatingly ugly that he might have to kiss, in fact, it was just the opposite. Supple lips and quaint eyes, whoever had organized this game had done quite well for themselves. Jared almost felt a little out place, awkward and long legged and tired study eyes, he suddenly had this terrifying notion worm inside his head that somebody would find him devastatingly ugly?
Of course, such ridiculous thoughts had no basis, and it became exceedingly obvious how some of the girls would smile lopsided and bat their eyes at him.
The girl sitting opposite him often visited the gym that he worked out at, soft and flowing brown hair and pink cheeks; another girl about 4 places up he saw every Tuesday and Thursday when he would stumble bleary eyed out of bed for coffee before class. Her blond hair a short cropped affair and her round blue eyes - she was adorable. Jared felt good about this situation.
“Ok listen up, guys and girls!” announced a glassy eyed guy wearing a T-shirt plastered with rather lurid instructional illustrations, “here are the rules. We're going to play progressive spin the bottle, start off small, kiss on the cheek, that sort of deal and then move onto the good stuff. Tongues and all. ” There was a small spattering of drunken excitement from the guys in the circle, haphazardly co-ordinating their hands to clap and make noise, with minimal success for some.
“One other rule, of which I'm sure you boys will both worship and detest.” There was a silent pause; Jared sat a little dumbfounded that such a simple game could even have rules. He thought it was pretty self explanatory.
“You have to kiss whoever it lands on,” -gulp- “regardless of gender.”
“Fuck that,” said a brawny guy, his Neanderthal hands clutching a beer as he swiftly exited the room in a huff; Jared saw another girl quietly make her exit too, clutching a cross to her chest - obviously oblivious to the irony that her original presence incited.
Having heard this rule, Jared felt a little bit weird. He didn't find it disgusting or any some such, but there was a definite uneasiness in his stomach. He'd never kissed a guy before.
He'd never even thought about it before.
Looking around at the circle, there were less guys than there were girls anyway, he concluded that chances were he'd be kissing a chick anyway. Deciding that the guys weren't bad either, he felt quite comfortable to leave his backside exactly where it was, taking a rough swig of whatever Chad had handed to him as he entered the room. Just across the circle, Jared's peripherals caught sight of dark blond hair and a freckled nose that was eerily familiar to him. The guy was talking quietly with the shaggy haired individual beside him who was idly strumming the strings of an acoustic, he seemed a little shy and to only interact with the guy next to him, like he didn't know anybody here. Jared knew how that felt.
Without realizing, he'd been staring at this guy for about a minute or so, Sandy knocked him from his reverie as she shifted and knocked his knee. Feeling this unnamed blurry faced thing somewhere deep behind his ribs, his heart beating a little faster, his head feeling ever lighter... Jared's suddenly became a mess of knots and tangles. Deciding to put this heavy set something down to being drunk and that nagging curiosity, Jared quickly forgot and became distracted as the first person spun the bottle.
The game was loud and obscene, having gone round once, he'd gotten 2 kisses on the cheek and had to kiss, of all people, Chad as his turn came and went. The booze moved around happily as voices were raised ever more still and jeers and jabs sent back and forth among the participants in the circle.
It was getting later and later, the sky outside darkening ever still as the neighboring houses and apartments shut off their lights and went to bed like sensible people should.
Jared would have none of that however.
By the third round a free flowing and happy go lucky smile permanently fixed upon his face, he was having quite a lot of fun - the alcohol loosening his tongue and the tension drained away as he laughed along with the rest of them. The room was starting to spin oddly around his head.
“Guys, the final stage, this time we wanna see tongues!” Shouted Chad, a bright and devious look patched on his face.
Sandy ended up having to make out with coffee girl, the boys cheering and constantly miscounting the time in hopes to prolong the show. Jared simply just smiled, he was well and truly buzzed by now, simply taking in the easy atmosphere and electric chemistry that flowed to and fro around them. Feeling all of 13 years old again, all apprehensive and awkward in his own skin, when once again the bottle pointed decidedly at him.
He looks up to meet the eyes of the blond haired guy who'd caught his attention about half an hour before, feeling all of a sudden very shy and very small, his stomach buzzed up around lungs as he choked on his surprise.
“Ah, I'm Jensen,” the guy said to him, holding his hand out oddly polite given the circumstances. Jared could feel a blush spread through his cheeks, feeling an answering tremble and shyness radiating from the guy, Jensen.
“Jared.”
It was clear neither had been in this situation before. It was all knobbly knees and furtive glances.
Everything seemed a little odd and misshaped, sound filtered into Jared's ears in slow motion, muffled and unimportant; this moment seemed oddly significant considering he'd just had his tongue down somebody else's throat.
But this felt different, it was different.
They both shuffled through the flotsam and jetsam on the stained floor, their knees chafing and slipping on the coarse carpet as they met each other in the center.
Before, it had been a moment of laughing and jest, the kiss sloppy and ridiculous as Chad and Sandy cheered him with gaiety faces and eyes. Perhaps now, they cheered him on exactly the same fashion - but Jared didn't hear them.
There was something about Jensen that pulled him in, drowning he could not look away, he felt his treacherous arm lifting to the back of his neck, feeling the soft strands of hair beneath his fingers. Inching forward, the kiss started slowly - their lips met each other chastely, Jared opening his lips slightly just as Jensen did the same. Jared couldn't help himself, he felt this compulsion and necessity to just be closer, to feel and touch more, once again he brought his other hand up to cup Jensen's face, stubble rubbing against his fingers and it was exotic and new and so terribly exciting.
Beneath his ribs, his heart thumped manically, the kiss had gained such intensity now and the pace itself was hard and fast as they moved their lips against the others. Jensen was the first to introduce tongue.
It felt so natural.
They caressed each other, diving deep and touching and feeling and just wanting more, more, more! Jared without knowing had grown half-hard in his pants, he couldn't help it, Jensen's hands were rubbing a little under his shirt, their chests pushed tightly together, his tongue and lips were a force to be reckoned with as they parted pliant and soft under his.
Could a kiss really be this good? Jared certainly hadn't known until that exact moment of skin against skin, tongue and lip and teeth.
It was way too short. From somewhere beyond his haze, Jared heard a countdown of sorts and knew that it would look way too weird if he kept going, even if he wanted to.
Which was a scary thought in itself.
Vaguely in some distant notion of noise, a cacophony of slurred words and sticky vocal chords, he heard the crowded room chant "ONE!" in union. Just as they parted, both shy and shell shocked by the intensity and electricity that had passed hot and fast between them, they looked briefly at each other, there was an understanding in that glance. Confirmation that it was real, and it seemed somehow unbelievably important that this most tumultuous experience and emotion was shared.
Jensen's eyes were ablaze, his body language dazed and husky and his lips red and slick. Face slightly flushed.
Definitely, it was shared.
Back in place beside his best friend and new found friend, Jared tried to play it cool, laughing off all the mock suggestions about gay pornstar as a new career path. He didn't trust himself to look Jensen in the eye, he couldn't trust himself to look at Jensen at all. It was all too much.
The circle went around again, the same drunken shouts and wet lipped kisses. It was soon after that the game was broken up, having already gone around a few times, the novelty had worn off when people remembered that, hey, we're actually in college and instead of playing this stupid game we could just sneak off and have real, actual sex. No big deal.
Jared's head was starting to feel heavy about his neck, his eyelids droopy and uncontrollable in their sudden urge to just close and never open ever ever again. He could feel the buzz drifting, the exhaustion of a whole week spent stooped over textbooks finally coming back to haunt him, remembering that he had his exam tomorrow was really the deciding factor as Jared tapped Chad on the back and signaled that it was time to bounce.
He gave Sandy his number when she asked, he was confident that she hadn't gotten the wrong idea... in fact Jared had seen the twinkle in her eyes when he had sat back down - she seemed to be the only one with any idea at all, never mind the right one!
Jared really wanted to just say something to Jensen. But the moment was over now, Jensen was across the room, laughing and chatting animatedly with his friend and Jared just couldn't face it if he was somehow wrong about what had happened, if he had imagined it all. He knew, right at that moment as his brain seemed to eat the view whole; yeah, he was probably just that little bit bisexual.
Chad seemed to be the most unorganized person ever to have existed, having left his phone in the room they were in, he went back to find it, only to come back to remember he'd brought a jacket and put it...somewhere.
Simply chuckling at his friend's antics, Jared informed him he'd wait out in the corridor for him. The party had thinned out considerably whilst the game had gone on, there seemed to be a sea of half finished beer bottles and every footstep ended in a crushed plastic cup and sticky anonymous liquid on the bottom of your shoe. There were people here and there, crushed bodies against each other in barely concealed shadows, friends whispering against each other as the music dripped languidly from the speakers.
Leaning against the wall Jared just closed his eyes, feeling slightly unstable and all uneven on his feet. He waited a few moments more against the walls, the door and wall softening the party to a dull barely there hum in the background. He heard the door handle click softly, but wasn't quite ready to open his eyes and you know, co-ordinate his body in any manner of movement.
“Give me a moment Chad.”
“Ah..?”
Jared opened his eyes quite suddenly, feeling an unpleasant queasiness in his stomach at the unexpected and violent jerk from the wall. There, standing shyly and cute as a button was Jensen, his hand still holding the door handle.
“Oh, Jensen, hi.” Jared breathed out, no idea really what else to say. He cursed the blush that just seemed a permanent fixture on his face whenever this guy was around. Damn cheeks. Damn body!
They both stood silent for a moment, unsure in their own skin, not really knowing what they wanted to say. Waiting for the other to say what they were thinking, and yet not knowing exactly what it was they were thinking.
Jared broke the silence, “Do I, uh, know you? You seem really familiar to me for some reason.”
Jared hoped that didn't come out rude, but the curiosity was really killing him. There was this fuzzy image and almost crisp memory rattling about in his head but he just couldn't stop it for a moment to really remember.
“I don't know, I was actually going to ask you the same thing?” Jared smiled at that, he wasn't even sure if he believed him or not.
Jared turned his body, leaning closer to Jensen, just inches from him as he leaned against the door jamb and looked down at Jensen, a playful smile on his face.
“Would you like to get to know me?”
Jared doesn't ever remember being this forward about anything, ever. But he couldn't help it, every cell seemed compelled to touch and speak and want more. He supposed the lingering alcohol that was still wondering around in his bloodstream had something to do with his new found confidence.
Jensen seemed looked down at that, Jared noticed too that his cheeks had flooded with color; but he could tell it pleased Jensen because his answering smile stretched all the way up to his very pretty eyes.
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
Jared leaned in a little closer, “give me your phone.”
It was a quick process, buttons pressed and beeps issued, Jared felt his fingers tremble at the excitement. He tried to maintain a steady and cool exterior, but his whole insides seemed to be jumping around with anticipation.
“I'll call you.” Jensen promised.
There wasn't anything left to say, but still Jensen stood in the doorway - waiting. Jared could take a hint. And boy was it a hint that Jared wanted to take.
He leaned the few remaining inches in, his hand coming up to cup Jensen's face - his thumb rubbing over his bottom lip which was all soft and plump. He just knew those lips were going to be trouble someday.
But he kissed them anyway. A soft and lingering kiss, his other hand on Jensen's hip and could feel the taut and hard muscle just under the shirt. He leaned back and grinned, he knew it was that childishly goofy look that used to grace his face every year at Christmas morning.
Jensen looked hungrily into his eyes for a few moments before he slipped back into the room, noise leaking out from the open door as he moved away and then it was silent once more.
The ride home was quiet. Jared leaned his head on the window, feeling the cold and frosted glass vibrate against his foggy head. The radio playing softly in the background, echoing around the husked metal frame. Chad tapping the steering wheel along with whatever dribble was playing on the radio.
“So... Jensen, huh?”
Chad's voice was a little shocking in the silence, the tires that hit bitumen and the radio that fuzzed and crackled in the background had been a soothing and gentle lull of a sound. They were so close to their building, he could actually spot it as Chad rounded the next corner. There had been no disgust or disapproval in Chad's words, just a curiosity laced with a teasing and mischievous undertone.
Obviously Jared hadn't given his tolerance or his skills of observations anywhere near enough credit. Or he was just really, really obvious.
Thinking of him just brought Jared back to that moment, the roughness of his skin and the smell of his hair. He smiled.
“Yeah... Jensen.”
Authors Notes:
Written for no_apologies_86 who lusted after some drinking game lovin'.
Please comment, this is my first time writing J2 and I'm feeling all types of apprehension and nerves.~ Hope you enjoyed it. ♥
Author: orange_rotted
Rating: M
Word count: 3709
Pairings: Jared/Jensen - RPS
Disclaimer: All made up. Don't sue. The end.
Warnings: gay love! Much fluff.
Summary: Weary and tired, Jared is dragged kicking and screaming by Chad to a party of which he wants no part. However, with the introduction of some old school drinking games and Jared accidentally discovers something (or rather someone) important and wonderful.
Accidental Somethings
“Stop sulking already, this party is going to be wicked!” Chad scolded the stooped, lumped up bundle of jeans and never ending limbs that was Jared Padalecki.
This vague assortment of body parts that sat in the passenger seat of Chad's 'baby' was one stressed out college student. A college student that had an exam the following morning; and yet, had somehow found himself at 9:34pm shoved callously into a car and was currently on his way to a party he just knew was a bad idea.
Things like this never ended well.
“Chad, you know I have that exam tomorrow.” Jared responded, shifting agitatedly on the seat, huffing out a breath of aggravation as he leaned his head against the window. This exam was worth 30% of his final grade, he'd been preparing for it for weeks, and now it seems it was all about to be carelessly tossed out the window to be repeatedly battered and flattened by the outside world.
God, why am I even friends with him? He found himself asking silently, such a very relevant and puzzling question he concluded.
Jared knew nothing of the upcoming events other than it involved an apartment full of the two most quintessential things for any boy over the tender age of 14 - hot chicks and beer (all this, of course, is according to Chad in his infinite wisdom). All well and good, Jared thought to himself, but it was just so unfortunate that Chad didn't seem to understand the concept of there's a time and place; and instead preferred to think of now as ALWAYS the time and the place.
The apartment which Jared soon found himself in was a cramped and tiny space with all sorts of student filth on all four walls, ceiling and floor. Clutter and grime that had been hoarded and nursed by thousands of anonymous, blurred faced college students who'd graced these dorms. Obscene and obscure movie posters hung limply on the walls whilst every other available horizontal platform- floor, couches and tables alike seemed to be further cluttered with a mass of unending bodies; alcohol ran rife and free through their fingertips.
Jared felt somehow disconnected from the scene, standing awkwardly outside on a balcony the size of a postage stamp, cup of cheap beer held limply in his fist - the music that thumped in the background, the voices of the crowd drifting like a wave around him and he just felt so incongruous.
“Hi there” Jared heard a soft voice beside him. “You're Jared aren't you? Chad's friend?”
Shaking himself out of the reverie, he saw a petite dark haired girl beside him, very pretty, as she pulled out a lighter and roughly lit the end of a Marlboro with well practiced hands.
“Ah,” Jared stammered a little, taken aback by the sudden disruption, “Yeah, that's me?” He allowed his tone to drift a little higher, hoping that his voice would relay the question of Um, who are you exactly?
Her presence slammed him back into the moment; the noise, the drunken slurs, heady smell of cigarette smoke and perfume. She seemed nice, her eyes shone and her smile carefree, Jared could sense a slight see sawing of her feet and guessed the girl, whoever she was, had like everybody else been helping herself to the free drink that had been provided.
“Oh, sorry! I'm Sandy by the way, Chad used to date my room mate, Sophia?” Her laugh was light, Jared decided he could deal with this girl.
“Oh, is that so? Yeah, I apologize profusely on his behalf for whatever he did to her. Chad's special ability ranges from sleaze to sleaze to sleaze. “
“Really?” She laughed, her smile just that little bit infectious, “Well, you don't have to worry, from what I understand he treated her well, they broke up cause Sophia wasn't really interested in a long term, serious thing and Chad seemed quite okay with that.”
Divine intervention chose that particular moment for said Mr Chad Michael Sleaze-bag Murray to pop his head through the sliding door, music and chatter filtering out into the cold night, a beer in one hand and some form of strange mixed concoction in the other to slur at Jared and Sandy -
“Jare, come on dude, it's time to go old school.”
And simply just walked away. Making the obnoxious and ridiculous assumption that his minion, Jared, would follow him.
Which of course he did.
Gesturing to Sandy to do so as well, he entered the sea of slicked and bright eyed college students who laughed too loud and stumbled over the dirty beige carpets. He could see Chad slip past a group of girls, his blond spiked hair a guiding torch as he maneuvered his way through the throng of people and into a bedroom at the end of a narrow and dark hallway.
Sitting upon strewn about textbooks and a muddle of notebooks, Jared found himself in a circle among about 20 or so other drunken faces - a finished bottle of $4 wine in the center.
Finally, Chad's reference to the 'old school' just made so much more sense.
Jared could feel the buzz of the few beers he'd chugged down laying warm and light in his belly, his head a happy mess of alcohol and forgotten obligations. He was so down for this.
Looking around the faces, Jared was particularly pleased to note that there wasn't anybody devastatingly ugly that he might have to kiss, in fact, it was just the opposite. Supple lips and quaint eyes, whoever had organized this game had done quite well for themselves. Jared almost felt a little out place, awkward and long legged and tired study eyes, he suddenly had this terrifying notion worm inside his head that somebody would find him devastatingly ugly?
Of course, such ridiculous thoughts had no basis, and it became exceedingly obvious how some of the girls would smile lopsided and bat their eyes at him.
The girl sitting opposite him often visited the gym that he worked out at, soft and flowing brown hair and pink cheeks; another girl about 4 places up he saw every Tuesday and Thursday when he would stumble bleary eyed out of bed for coffee before class. Her blond hair a short cropped affair and her round blue eyes - she was adorable. Jared felt good about this situation.
“Ok listen up, guys and girls!” announced a glassy eyed guy wearing a T-shirt plastered with rather lurid instructional illustrations, “here are the rules. We're going to play progressive spin the bottle, start off small, kiss on the cheek, that sort of deal and then move onto the good stuff. Tongues and all. ” There was a small spattering of drunken excitement from the guys in the circle, haphazardly co-ordinating their hands to clap and make noise, with minimal success for some.
“One other rule, of which I'm sure you boys will both worship and detest.” There was a silent pause; Jared sat a little dumbfounded that such a simple game could even have rules. He thought it was pretty self explanatory.
“You have to kiss whoever it lands on,” -gulp- “regardless of gender.”
“Fuck that,” said a brawny guy, his Neanderthal hands clutching a beer as he swiftly exited the room in a huff; Jared saw another girl quietly make her exit too, clutching a cross to her chest - obviously oblivious to the irony that her original presence incited.
Having heard this rule, Jared felt a little bit weird. He didn't find it disgusting or any some such, but there was a definite uneasiness in his stomach. He'd never kissed a guy before.
He'd never even thought about it before.
Looking around at the circle, there were less guys than there were girls anyway, he concluded that chances were he'd be kissing a chick anyway. Deciding that the guys weren't bad either, he felt quite comfortable to leave his backside exactly where it was, taking a rough swig of whatever Chad had handed to him as he entered the room. Just across the circle, Jared's peripherals caught sight of dark blond hair and a freckled nose that was eerily familiar to him. The guy was talking quietly with the shaggy haired individual beside him who was idly strumming the strings of an acoustic, he seemed a little shy and to only interact with the guy next to him, like he didn't know anybody here. Jared knew how that felt.
Without realizing, he'd been staring at this guy for about a minute or so, Sandy knocked him from his reverie as she shifted and knocked his knee. Feeling this unnamed blurry faced thing somewhere deep behind his ribs, his heart beating a little faster, his head feeling ever lighter... Jared's suddenly became a mess of knots and tangles. Deciding to put this heavy set something down to being drunk and that nagging curiosity, Jared quickly forgot and became distracted as the first person spun the bottle.
The game was loud and obscene, having gone round once, he'd gotten 2 kisses on the cheek and had to kiss, of all people, Chad as his turn came and went. The booze moved around happily as voices were raised ever more still and jeers and jabs sent back and forth among the participants in the circle.
It was getting later and later, the sky outside darkening ever still as the neighboring houses and apartments shut off their lights and went to bed like sensible people should.
Jared would have none of that however.
By the third round a free flowing and happy go lucky smile permanently fixed upon his face, he was having quite a lot of fun - the alcohol loosening his tongue and the tension drained away as he laughed along with the rest of them. The room was starting to spin oddly around his head.
“Guys, the final stage, this time we wanna see tongues!” Shouted Chad, a bright and devious look patched on his face.
Sandy ended up having to make out with coffee girl, the boys cheering and constantly miscounting the time in hopes to prolong the show. Jared simply just smiled, he was well and truly buzzed by now, simply taking in the easy atmosphere and electric chemistry that flowed to and fro around them. Feeling all of 13 years old again, all apprehensive and awkward in his own skin, when once again the bottle pointed decidedly at him.
He looks up to meet the eyes of the blond haired guy who'd caught his attention about half an hour before, feeling all of a sudden very shy and very small, his stomach buzzed up around lungs as he choked on his surprise.
“Ah, I'm Jensen,” the guy said to him, holding his hand out oddly polite given the circumstances. Jared could feel a blush spread through his cheeks, feeling an answering tremble and shyness radiating from the guy, Jensen.
“Jared.”
It was clear neither had been in this situation before. It was all knobbly knees and furtive glances.
Everything seemed a little odd and misshaped, sound filtered into Jared's ears in slow motion, muffled and unimportant; this moment seemed oddly significant considering he'd just had his tongue down somebody else's throat.
But this felt different, it was different.
They both shuffled through the flotsam and jetsam on the stained floor, their knees chafing and slipping on the coarse carpet as they met each other in the center.
Before, it had been a moment of laughing and jest, the kiss sloppy and ridiculous as Chad and Sandy cheered him with gaiety faces and eyes. Perhaps now, they cheered him on exactly the same fashion - but Jared didn't hear them.
There was something about Jensen that pulled him in, drowning he could not look away, he felt his treacherous arm lifting to the back of his neck, feeling the soft strands of hair beneath his fingers. Inching forward, the kiss started slowly - their lips met each other chastely, Jared opening his lips slightly just as Jensen did the same. Jared couldn't help himself, he felt this compulsion and necessity to just be closer, to feel and touch more, once again he brought his other hand up to cup Jensen's face, stubble rubbing against his fingers and it was exotic and new and so terribly exciting.
Beneath his ribs, his heart thumped manically, the kiss had gained such intensity now and the pace itself was hard and fast as they moved their lips against the others. Jensen was the first to introduce tongue.
It felt so natural.
They caressed each other, diving deep and touching and feeling and just wanting more, more, more! Jared without knowing had grown half-hard in his pants, he couldn't help it, Jensen's hands were rubbing a little under his shirt, their chests pushed tightly together, his tongue and lips were a force to be reckoned with as they parted pliant and soft under his.
Could a kiss really be this good? Jared certainly hadn't known until that exact moment of skin against skin, tongue and lip and teeth.
It was way too short. From somewhere beyond his haze, Jared heard a countdown of sorts and knew that it would look way too weird if he kept going, even if he wanted to.
Which was a scary thought in itself.
Vaguely in some distant notion of noise, a cacophony of slurred words and sticky vocal chords, he heard the crowded room chant "ONE!" in union. Just as they parted, both shy and shell shocked by the intensity and electricity that had passed hot and fast between them, they looked briefly at each other, there was an understanding in that glance. Confirmation that it was real, and it seemed somehow unbelievably important that this most tumultuous experience and emotion was shared.
Jensen's eyes were ablaze, his body language dazed and husky and his lips red and slick. Face slightly flushed.
Definitely, it was shared.
Back in place beside his best friend and new found friend, Jared tried to play it cool, laughing off all the mock suggestions about gay pornstar as a new career path. He didn't trust himself to look Jensen in the eye, he couldn't trust himself to look at Jensen at all. It was all too much.
The circle went around again, the same drunken shouts and wet lipped kisses. It was soon after that the game was broken up, having already gone around a few times, the novelty had worn off when people remembered that, hey, we're actually in college and instead of playing this stupid game we could just sneak off and have real, actual sex. No big deal.
Jared's head was starting to feel heavy about his neck, his eyelids droopy and uncontrollable in their sudden urge to just close and never open ever ever again. He could feel the buzz drifting, the exhaustion of a whole week spent stooped over textbooks finally coming back to haunt him, remembering that he had his exam tomorrow was really the deciding factor as Jared tapped Chad on the back and signaled that it was time to bounce.
He gave Sandy his number when she asked, he was confident that she hadn't gotten the wrong idea... in fact Jared had seen the twinkle in her eyes when he had sat back down - she seemed to be the only one with any idea at all, never mind the right one!
Jared really wanted to just say something to Jensen. But the moment was over now, Jensen was across the room, laughing and chatting animatedly with his friend and Jared just couldn't face it if he was somehow wrong about what had happened, if he had imagined it all. He knew, right at that moment as his brain seemed to eat the view whole; yeah, he was probably just that little bit bisexual.
Chad seemed to be the most unorganized person ever to have existed, having left his phone in the room they were in, he went back to find it, only to come back to remember he'd brought a jacket and put it...somewhere.
Simply chuckling at his friend's antics, Jared informed him he'd wait out in the corridor for him. The party had thinned out considerably whilst the game had gone on, there seemed to be a sea of half finished beer bottles and every footstep ended in a crushed plastic cup and sticky anonymous liquid on the bottom of your shoe. There were people here and there, crushed bodies against each other in barely concealed shadows, friends whispering against each other as the music dripped languidly from the speakers.
Leaning against the wall Jared just closed his eyes, feeling slightly unstable and all uneven on his feet. He waited a few moments more against the walls, the door and wall softening the party to a dull barely there hum in the background. He heard the door handle click softly, but wasn't quite ready to open his eyes and you know, co-ordinate his body in any manner of movement.
“Give me a moment Chad.”
“Ah..?”
Jared opened his eyes quite suddenly, feeling an unpleasant queasiness in his stomach at the unexpected and violent jerk from the wall. There, standing shyly and cute as a button was Jensen, his hand still holding the door handle.
“Oh, Jensen, hi.” Jared breathed out, no idea really what else to say. He cursed the blush that just seemed a permanent fixture on his face whenever this guy was around. Damn cheeks. Damn body!
They both stood silent for a moment, unsure in their own skin, not really knowing what they wanted to say. Waiting for the other to say what they were thinking, and yet not knowing exactly what it was they were thinking.
Jared broke the silence, “Do I, uh, know you? You seem really familiar to me for some reason.”
Jared hoped that didn't come out rude, but the curiosity was really killing him. There was this fuzzy image and almost crisp memory rattling about in his head but he just couldn't stop it for a moment to really remember.
“I don't know, I was actually going to ask you the same thing?” Jared smiled at that, he wasn't even sure if he believed him or not.
Jared turned his body, leaning closer to Jensen, just inches from him as he leaned against the door jamb and looked down at Jensen, a playful smile on his face.
“Would you like to get to know me?”
Jared doesn't ever remember being this forward about anything, ever. But he couldn't help it, every cell seemed compelled to touch and speak and want more. He supposed the lingering alcohol that was still wondering around in his bloodstream had something to do with his new found confidence.
Jensen seemed looked down at that, Jared noticed too that his cheeks had flooded with color; but he could tell it pleased Jensen because his answering smile stretched all the way up to his very pretty eyes.
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
Jared leaned in a little closer, “give me your phone.”
It was a quick process, buttons pressed and beeps issued, Jared felt his fingers tremble at the excitement. He tried to maintain a steady and cool exterior, but his whole insides seemed to be jumping around with anticipation.
“I'll call you.” Jensen promised.
There wasn't anything left to say, but still Jensen stood in the doorway - waiting. Jared could take a hint. And boy was it a hint that Jared wanted to take.
He leaned the few remaining inches in, his hand coming up to cup Jensen's face - his thumb rubbing over his bottom lip which was all soft and plump. He just knew those lips were going to be trouble someday.
But he kissed them anyway. A soft and lingering kiss, his other hand on Jensen's hip and could feel the taut and hard muscle just under the shirt. He leaned back and grinned, he knew it was that childishly goofy look that used to grace his face every year at Christmas morning.
Jensen looked hungrily into his eyes for a few moments before he slipped back into the room, noise leaking out from the open door as he moved away and then it was silent once more.
The ride home was quiet. Jared leaned his head on the window, feeling the cold and frosted glass vibrate against his foggy head. The radio playing softly in the background, echoing around the husked metal frame. Chad tapping the steering wheel along with whatever dribble was playing on the radio.
“So... Jensen, huh?”
Chad's voice was a little shocking in the silence, the tires that hit bitumen and the radio that fuzzed and crackled in the background had been a soothing and gentle lull of a sound. They were so close to their building, he could actually spot it as Chad rounded the next corner. There had been no disgust or disapproval in Chad's words, just a curiosity laced with a teasing and mischievous undertone.
Obviously Jared hadn't given his tolerance or his skills of observations anywhere near enough credit. Or he was just really, really obvious.
Thinking of him just brought Jared back to that moment, the roughness of his skin and the smell of his hair. He smiled.
“Yeah... Jensen.”
Authors Notes:
Written for no_apologies_86 who lusted after some drinking game lovin'.
Please comment, this is my first time writing J2 and I'm feeling all types of apprehension and nerves.~ Hope you enjoyed it. ♥