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works/336841.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Porn, First_Time, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-11 Words: 4100
****** Best Laid ******
by BewareTheIdes15
Summary
     Ok, so, that wasn&#x2019;t exactly how Jared had imagined the whole
     &#x2018;hey, I&#x2019;m kinda into dick, and more specifically
     yours&#x2019; conversation happening with Jensen. He&#x2019;s not
     exactly sure why he&#x2019;s surprised, nothing in Jared&#x2019;s
     life even remotely related to Jensen ever works out the way he plans.
Notes
     Based off of this_prompt at the Damn You Autocorrect meme I ran.
Ok, so, that wasn&#x2019;t exactly how Jared had imagined the whole
&#x2018;hey, I&#x2019;m kinda into dick, and more specifically yours&#x2019;
conversation happening with Jensen. He&#x2019;s not exactly sure why
he&#x2019;s surprised, nothing in Jared&#x2019;s life even remotely related to
Jensen ever works out the way he plans.

He&#x2019;d planned on confetti and a ticker-tape parade after winning the
state junior high basketball championships with Chad &#x2013; inevitable one he
put his name on the sign-up sheet, he&#x2019;d figured - and he&#x2019;d ended
up spending every afternoon of his seventh grade year staying after school to
work on dribbling and lay-ups with the new kid from Dallas who was supposed to
be some kind of basketball god. He&#x2019;d planned on getting a convertible
for his sixteenth birthday that would have all the girls panting after him
&#x2013; again, inevitable, regardless of being gawky and oversized - and
he&#x2019;d ended up spending all of his Fridays riding around aimlessly in
Jensen&#x2019;s beat up pick up singing at the top of their lungs to old
country music. He&#x2019;d planned on losing his virginity to Sandy McCoy after
the Sadie Hawkins dance &#x2013; slightly less inevitable, but there were
decent odds, Sandy really liked him - and ended up picturing Jensen&#x2019;s
rough fingers wrapped around Jared&#x2019;s cock just to get it up while she
gave him a hand job.

Jared&#x2019;s plans and Jensen go together like pickles and whipped cream and
it&#x2019;s just so fucking unfair because there&#x2019;s not a single bit of
it that he can even blame Jensen for. Jensen&#x2019;s just Jensen, and Jared
can&#x2019;t resist that.

All he wants is for his best friend to let him suck his dick and possibly fall
in big gay love with him. That&#x2019;s not so much to ask, is it?

***

The third step from the bottom of Jensen&#x2019;s basement stairs creaks like a
scared cat and Jared jumps it automatically, years of practice making the leap
to the concrete floor as natural as breathing. Or, you know, as natural as
breathing used to be; Jared specifically remembers breathing being natural at
some point. Not any point in the last two days since fucking autocorrect
screwed over Jared&#x2019;s entire existence, but at some point, he definitely
used to breathe just fine.

It&#x2019;s going to be ok, Jared tells himself. It&#x2019;s going to be just
fine. Jensen seemed to believe the LOL, JK. Totally had u for a second, man
excuse Jared had tapped out while silently cursing Alexander Graham Bell and
all of his ilk. Stupid meddling inventors, this shit would have never happened
if he and Jensen were relegated to snail mail.

So yeah, it&#x2019;s fine, it&#x2019;s not even unusual, people make jokes
about him and Jensen fucking each other all the time and it&#x2019;s never a
big deal. Jared just has to not act all spazzy and weird about it and the world
will keep right on spinning.

A hand hand waves at him over the back of the couch, a wordless sound following
it for a greeting. Jared tosses the jumbo bag of &#x2013; only marginally
worry-squished &#x2013; Cool Ranch Doritos he&#x2019;d brought with him on the
ottoman next to Jensen&#x2019;s feet and sinks down into the couch a reasonable
distance from his best friend.

Jensen looks like he just rolled out of bed &#x2013; which, all things
considered, he probably did; he never gets up earlier than noon when his
parents are out of town, some kind of vindication for all the Sundays his mom
drags him out of bed early to go to church &#x2013; hair all soft-looking where
he hasn&#x2019;t bothered to put any product in it and glasses perched on the
bridge of his nose in lieu of putting in his contacts. None of which is what
Jared actually gets stuck on because Jensen&#x2019;s also in nothing but a pair
of threadbare boxers pulled tight around the wide spread of his thighs with his
hands in the middle mashing furiously at his PS3 controller.

Oh good, nothing there that Jared could possibly get spazzy and weird about at
all. Great. He wonders if immediately upon arrival is too soon to excuse
himself to bathroom to adjust his dick.
&#xA0;
&#x201C;Aren&#x2019;t you hot?&#x201D; Jensen says offhandedly, too busy
stabbing some guards who had the misfortune of crossing Ezio Auditore to do
more than shoot Jared a glance out of the corner of his eye. That&#x2019;s
good, it means the chances are slim that Jensen notices Jared biting down on
the inside of his cheek to keep from explaining how he&#x2019;s always hot when
Jensen&#x2019;s around, especially when he&#x2019;s practically fucking naked
right there in front of him.&#xA0;

It takes him another good ten seconds to remember he&#x2019;s wearing a jacket.
Hot. Right, hot.

Trying to convince his hyperactive brain shut up, Jared busies himself
shrugging out of his Carhartt and tossing it onto the futon in the corner that
doubles as the Ackles&#x2019; guest room. By the time he&#x2019;s settling back
in, Jensen&#x2019;s up at the game console feeding in a new disk, giving Jared
a perfect shot at ogling the curve of his ass which Jared does not do even a
little bit, no-sir-ee.

When Jensen flops back onto the couch, he&#x2019;s about a foot and a heart-
attack closer to Jared, close enough that when he puts his feet up and spreads
his legs again just like before his thigh presses against Jared&#x2019;s.
It&#x2019;s almost distracting enough to keep Jared&#x2019;s eyes from getting
snared by the shadowy space at the front of Jensen&#x2019;s boxers where the
fabric slit has pulled open slightly to reveal a thin sliver of flesh. Of dick.
Jared&#x2019;s looking at Jensen&#x2019;s dick, all dusky and fat and maybe
just the tiniest bit hard like it&#x2019;s showing off for him. His mouth
starts watering so bad his cheeks cramp up.

And that&#x2019;s all before the moaning starts.

The sound kick-starts Jared&#x2019;s heart into overdrive because that&#x2019;s
a chick and unless she&#x2019;s invisible or some shit Jared doesn&#x2019;t
know how she got here. Or, you know, unless she&#x2019;s on the TV. That could
explain it too. On the TV and naked with these two dudes pawing at her, big
hands all over her tits and her ass, fingers pushing into her mouth and like,
like, other places. Like seriously &#x2018;other&#x2019; type of other places.

Clearly he should have shelled out the cash for the unrated cut of Bourne.

Jensen startles him out of raptly staring at the plasma screen with a too
quiet, &#x201C;You said you were down for it, right?&#x201D; His face is really
pink and it&#x2019;s crazy-thrilling to realize that Jared has no clue whether
it&#x2019;s because he&#x2019;s embarrassed or turned on. &#x201C;So it
doesn&#x2019;t have to be a big deal. We could just&#x2026;&#x201D;

He doesn&#x2019;t really get around to finishing the sentence but
Jared&#x2019;s always been awesome at fill in the blank questions so he goes
ahead and nods, &#x201C;Yeah,&#x201D; as emphatically as he can without risking
his skull popping off like an overworked bobble-head. Whatever Jensen&#x2019;s
after, the answer is definitely yes.

&#x201C;Good,&#x201D; Jensen breathes out too hard, grinning.
&#x201C;Cool.&#x201D;

Still nodding &#x2013; he kind of forgot what he was doing once Jensen smiled
at him &#x2013; Jared just stares for long enough that he&#x2019;s starting to
feel like a creeper and can&#x2019;t really do anything about it. Not until
Jensen knocks his knee against Jared&#x2019;s and teases, a little shaky,
&#x201C;Get your pants off, dude. Feeling violated here.&#x201D;

Jared&#x2019;s jittering all the way down to his toes when he stands up,
fingers too stupid to catch the little metal tab of his zipper for the first
couple of tries, then remembers he&#x2019;s still wearing his sneakers and has
to kick those off too with his jeans bunched awkwardly around his knees.
It&#x2019;d be a major boner-killer except Jensen&#x2019;s seen him in way more
humiliating situations than this. And also because Jared&#x2019;s been trying
to kill his boner for Jensen for like a year and half and it just keeps coming
back like the goddamn Jason Voorhees of hard-ons.
&#xA0;
Closer yet this time, Jared takes a seat, hesitates and then figures, why not,
and shucks his shirt too so that they&#x2019;re matched, long swaths of
Jensen&#x2019;s hot skin pressed right up against his arm and leg.
Jensen&#x2019;s foot is bouncing like a dog getting scratched just right, this
funny nervous habit of his that&#x2019;s so fucking normal in the middle of
whatever the hell else they&#x2019;re doing here that Jared doesn&#x2019;t even
think about reaching out and putting a hand on it to still him until his
stomach does the cha-cha-slide over how huge his fingers look wrapped around
Jensen&#x2019;s knee.

Up on the TV the guys have the girl down on her knees licking at their cocks
and rubbing them against each other all wet and shiny.

&#x201C;Where&#x2019;d you get this?&#x201D; Jared asks without thinking,
totally not fixating on the way Jensen&#x2019;s muscles feel shifting under his
palm or how Jensen hasn&#x2019;t knocked his hand away.

&#x201C;Mike,&#x201D; Jensen shrugs. He licks his lips which isn&#x2019;t even
close to out of the ordinary but with all the stimulus backing up in his head
like a ten car pile-up on the I-30 it&#x2019;s probably not so surprising that
Jared ends up replacing the pornstar girl with Jensen in his mind, imagining
what his mouth would look like all shiny and red like that, swollen from a cock
pushing into him over and over and fuck, Jared really needs to get his dick out
or he&#x2019;s going to be going home with sticky underwear on.

Carefully, ready to stop if it looks like Jensen&#x2019;s freaking out, Jared
slides the band of his boxers down enough to free his cock. It&#x2019;s way too
red considering he hasn&#x2019;t even been hard that long and leaking sloppily
at the tip like he always does when he&#x2019;s seriously turned on.

He&#x2019;s always thought it was kind of gross, wet like a fucking girl, but
now he sort of wants to get down on his knees and thank God because
Jensen&#x2019;s fingers are sliding through the mess, jerking back with a
hissed, &#x201C;Sorry,&#x201D; like he didn&#x2019;t even realize what he was
doing until Jared says, &#x201C;No, &#x2018;s ok, you can,&#x201D; fighting
like hell to get the syllables out in the right order, and then their back
again. Jensen just plays with it, finger-painting the crown with precome in
this dazed sort of way while Jared holds it still and leaks like a broken
faucet.

&#x201C;Is it always like this?&#x201D; Jensen asks, two fingers dragging wet
tails behind them as they slide lower on his shaft. Jared nearly chokes to
death swallowing back a moan.

His, &#x201C;Pretty much,&#x201D; comes out too tight to even really sound like
words, but Jensen doesn&#x2019;t look like he cares. Actually he looks a lot
like that time in ninth grade when they found a joint in Josh&#x2019;s room and
got so stoned that Jensen spent like an hour counting Jared&#x2019;s hair.
It&#x2019;s like he&#x2019;s mesmerized or hypnotized, whatever the difference
it. Is it possible to hypnotize someone with dick? Because that would be a
fucking killer superpower, Jared thinks, even if it would mean putting his cock
in some potentially dangerous situations.

&#x201C;I brought lube, but fuck, you don&#x2019;t even need it, do
you?&#x201D;

Jared&#x2019;s whole body jolts with the force of his cock leaping at the
conglomeration of Jensen and lube and Jared&#x2019;s hard-on all shoved
together in the same thought.

&#x201C;You might,&#x201D; he points out, trying not to get too far into all
the ways that could be taken. Jesus, Jensen&#x2019;s going to kill him from the
hot without even trying.

Jensen blinks dreamily at him before he seems to remember that he&#x2019;s got
a dick of his own trying to bust the seams of his boxers. He doesn&#x2019;t
bother with the whole push-down routine, just pulls them all the way off and
leaves them laying there on the rug while his cock bobs up to give his belly a
wet little kiss. It is, hands down, far and away the sexiest fucking thing
Jared has ever seen in his whole damn life.
&#xA0;
Jensen&#x2019;s not quite as big as Jared, but his dick is stocky, this deep,
dark pinkinsh, curving just slightly to the right. The hair all around it is
neatly trimmed enough to make Jared self-conscious about the wiry nest of his
own, but he wasn&#x2019;t really planning on anybody seeing it, in his defense.
Which makes him wonder if Jensen&#x2019;s all nicely manicured and shit because
he was hoping Jared would see it, if he did it for Jared and just like that the
whole thing gets impossibly hotter.

Dimly he hears one of the guys in the video groan like he&#x2019;s blowing his
wad but he hasn&#x2019;t got any real interest in looking up to check it out,
not with Jensen right here in front of him like living breathing sex.

&#x201C;Can I&#x2026;&#x201D;

And luckily Jensen&#x2019;s pretty good with fill in the blanks too. He humps
into Jared&#x2019;s hovering hand, just the tip bump-bump-bumping across his
fingers before he gets the message and wraps Jensen up in a fist. It's burning
hot and velvety in that way he's familiar with but never really pays attention
to when he's feeling himself up. Now it's all he can pay attention to, the
texture and the heat, resistance and give, the trippy, thrilling shift of skin
as he gives it a firm stroke from root to tip.

Strong fingers dig into his shoulder as soon as he does, Jensen&#x2019;s mouth
falling into a slack &#x2018;o&#x2019; around a honey-sweet, gut-wrenched moan.


&#x201C;Fuck. You and your fucking giant hands. Shit.&#x201D; Then
Jensen&#x2019;s grabbing at him, pushing and pulling in ways Jared can&#x2019;t
make sense of with so much of his mind devoted to the way Jensen&#x2019;s cock
looks popping through the ring of his fingers until Jensen says,
&#x201C;C&#x2019;mon, get up.&#x201D;

There&#x2019;s some awkward shuffling around, both of them up on their knees on
the couch. He keeps thinking this should seem stranger; whenever he&#x2019;d
fantasized about doing things with Jensen it had always been somewhere else,
the truck or a party or a hotel or some theoretical dorm room or apartment they
might have one day. Here, with all of Jensen&#x2019;s stuff, this room
Jared&#x2019;s spent the night in a hundred times, this couch that Jared had
helped move downstairs two years ago when Jensen&#x2019;s mom got a new one for
the living room, it&#x2019;s all so real it&#x2019;s gone around the bend to
surreal and all the way back to real again. Both of them jostling until
everything lines up right, arms bumping as they get a hand on each other, a
breath away and not quite touching as they start to jerk each other off and as
different as it is, it&#x2019;s still Jensen and him.

From somewhere between the cushions Jensen produces that bottle of lube, as
much of it ending up on the sofa as them as he drizzles it over Jared's hand
and his own cock. He nearly overbalances them both on Jared's first stroke,
muttering something that sounds like a curse with his eyes slammed shut. At the
same time, his fingers clench around Jared, just the right side of too rough
and it starts to occur to Jared that he might have seriously underestimated the
difficulty of all this.

But Jensen's here, right down in the middle of it with him panting and naked -
fucking naked, which, like, yeah, he noticed before with the taking off the
underwear and everything but the actual word 'naked' didn't key in until right
exactly now - giving Jared these eyes, all big and wide, total window-to-the-
soul kind of bullshit like they always are but also kind of dark and hungry too
behind his mega-nerd glasses and they need to be classified as like WMDs or
something for how they tear Jared up.
&#xA0;
Between the two of them they work out something that's got fuck-all to do with
a rhythm but sort of works anyway. Every little thing seems like too much and
not enough, Jensen's knuckles bumping against his belly almost as thrilling as
the guitar calluses on his fingertips rubbing around his ridge. It feels like
Jensen's drawing Jared's whole body mass steadily down into his cock, all this
backed up pressure walled up behind a dam of 'just a little longer, just make
it last'. Jensen's big-time buckled down about it too, serious, hardcore levels
of dedication in the set of his mouth like when he decides to become the master
of whatever somebody was stupid enough to tell him he couldn't do. And that's
awesome, hell yeah it is, but if he's got that much concentration, clearly
Jared needs to step up his game.

All the way out at the end of this particular limb - if he's going to be out on
it, he might as well go hard - Jared scrapes his thumbnail over Jensen's slit
the next time he rubs over the head because sometimes Jared likes it a little
rough and maybe Jensen does too. He counts the rough noise that grates out of
Jensen as a win, keeps it soft and smooth with the pad of his thumb for another
couple of goes before he gives it a try on the little knot on the underside of
the head. Jensen's leg jerks like Jared just tapped a nerve.

Fucker fights dirty too, not that that's any kind of revelation. His free hand
is working Jared's boxers the rest of the way off and then he's palming Jared's
balls, angle skewed to try and keep out of Jared's way but still twitchy-good.
Better when he tugs a little, just hard enough. It nails Jared right in the gut
and he kind of just flails over it for a second, both hands curled over
Jensen's hips to hang the hell on.

Jensen's used to him going all muppet-armed, though so he compensated for it
automatically, gives Jared another one of those tugs with a smirk to cap it
off, big and daring and, like, lewd considering what he's doing and how pleased
he looks about it. That right there, is a sex face and just because Jared's
never seen Jensen's before doesn't mean he doesn't recognize it when it's
staring him in the eye and getting him all extra hot and bothered. Jared's
honestly not sure what the fuck they're up to here any more but he's very much
in favor.

He's read all about women who've Hulked out and, like, lifted cars up off of
their kids and crazy ass shit from adrenaline and that's just about got to be
what does it because, most of the time, his self-preservation instincts would
be enough to talk him out of using his hold on Jensen's hips to drag him in
those last couple of inches and get him all up in Jared's deal but they just
aren't doing their job right now. This gasp puffs up Jensen's chest, which
Jared can feel, just like how he can feel every other fucking thing Jensen's
got, bursts right back out against Jared's lips hot and muggy.

The squirmy thing Jensen does with his hands where they're still trapped
between their bodies is kind of majorly uncomfortable with Jensen's wrists and
his fingers and all kinds of stuff knocking around into his goods. But then
Jensen gets free and they're dick to dick, newly-freed hand smacking down on
Jared's butt and just like fucking grabbing him, just straight up groping his
ass.

He gets out all of the "oh," of his 'oh shit' before his spine liquifies and
punches its way out the end of his dick, messy spurts all over the space
between them, getting them both filthy and fucking ruining sex for fucking ever
for Jared because how could anything ever be hotter than this?

Jensen's saying some shit Jared can't actually hear over the ringing in his
ears but he can feel it against his cheek, shivery breath and a bare suggestion
of Jensen's lips. It's so amazing it takes Jared a second to realize he's not
coming for way the hell too long, he's done and that's Jensen who's jizz is
dripping over him now, obscene waterfalls of it trickling down his balls as
they start to ease up and let him breathe again.
&#xA0;
Because neither of them is doing the work to keep them upright any more, they
flop out on the couch in an unruly tangle of limbs. Jared's skin's sticky
between the sweat and the lube and the come and aside from being probably the
last thing Jensen wants rubbed all over him, it's upping their odds of staining
the couch by truly astronomical levels. Still, Jared can't quite get up the
energy to try and shove Jensen off of him. Or the will. Both really. Sweaty,
gross, naked Jensen is still naked Jensen, after all.

But Jensen doesn't seem to be having that issue, or then again, maybe he is
because he does peel himself partway off of Jared, but he only gets as far as
lifting his face up to hover over Jared's. He's staring down, jaw set and eyes
way too hard for the pretty spectacular orgasms - if Jared does say so himself
- that just happened. Which is probably not a good thing. More like a pissed
off thing. Like an 'I'm going to beat the fuck out of you for tricking me into
that gay-ass shit' thing even though Jensen's the one who brought all the porn
and lube and stuff. It's kind of unfair and Jared's can't do anything about it
because if Jensen needs to hit him for them to still be friends then Jared can
handle that.

Except Jensen just keeps glaring at him and says, "Do it." Repeats it when
Jared can't make sense of what's happening. Finally gets fed up and hauls off
and punches Jared right in the mouth.

With his lips. Which Jared's pretty sure isn't the way this is traditionally
done.

Pulling away, he just looks nervous, blushing and chewing at his thick bottom
lip and&#x2026; oh. Hell.

The world goes tilt-a-whirl with the speed Jared rolls them, getting stuck
against the back of the couch with Jensen only partway under him. His mouth
bangs into Jensen&#x2019;s, teeth catching his lip so there&#x2019;s that
coppery flavor laid over it when Jensen opens his mouth to bitch and Jared gets
a taste of the Dr. Pepper he must have had for breakfast. Then &#x2013; and oh
God, it&#x2019;s fucking great &#x2013; Jensen is licking him back, soft and
kind of careful for all of one second before he&#x2019;s trying to swallow
Jared, mouth-first.

He&#x2019;s making all of these happy little noises that make Jared think of
last summer when Jensen was licking up the stray drips of snow-cone running
down his fingers, the first time Jared&#x2019;s head ever really put
Jensen&#x2019;s mouth together with a good time. Except now it&#x2019;s
Jared&#x2019;s tongue Jensen&#x2019;s sucking on which is like eighty different
kinds of better.

He&#x2019;s way too sensitive for all the grinding that&#x2019;s going on, the
scratchy hairs on Jensen's thighs rasping against his soft, wet dick, but
there&#x2019;s no way he&#x2019;s going to stop either so he just rolls with it
until the shocks get to be too much for either of them to do more than pant
into each other&#x2019;s mouth, lips dragging slippery against Jensen&#x2019;s.


There should be something to say here, it&#x2019;s been a fucking eventful
afternoon already and it can&#x2019;t have been more than maybe an hour going
by the looped scene selection music from the porn on the TV, but Jared&#x2019;s
got nothing but fluffy little dandelion seeds where his brain used to be.
Fortunately, Jensen&#x2019;s always been better at finding the right words,
even if Jared says a lot more of them. It&#x2019;s kind of their thing &#x2013;
balancing each other.

&#x201C;I&#x2019;m gonna need a beer if you were serious about the Christmas
songs.&#x201D;

The laugh that breaks out of Jared is too loud to be right in Jensen&#x2019;s
face the way it is. Jensen just grins at it though, one hand sneaking up on
Jared&#x2019;s thigh like he&#x2019;s not going to notice. Like he&#x2019;d
stop it.

He doesn&#x2019;t know what it means for them, if they&#x2019;re like, going to
date or just be fuck buddies or what. He figures he might get his wish about
getting to suck Jensen&#x2019;s cock. And maybe, if he&#x2019;s stupid fucking
lucky, the big gay love thing isn't entirely out of the question either.
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