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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Swimming, Power_Play, Porn, Dubious
      Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-21 Words: 2087
****** (Don't) Tell Me What to Do ******
by 13chapters
Summary
     The boys are teammates on the high school swim team. Jared's bossy
     and Jensen's confused.
Notes
     This is actually based on a call to Dan Savage's Savage Love Podcast
     sometime in June of 2009 or so. It was an...inspiring call.
     Un-beta'ed because I'd actually be kind of embarrassed to have
     someone read this critically.
     Edit: This was intended to read as consensual (although with a power
     play element) but I've received a comment saying it could be read as
     dub-con. Please consider that when deciding whether or not to read
     the story.
Jensen isn’t ashamed of his body. He really isn’t. He eats right, works out,
swims every day, of course. He knows he looks good. Girls totally flirt with
him all the time. That’s not why he’s alone in the locker room, getting ready
for swim team practice.
He does this every afternoon, has for a few weeks now. He rushes out of sixth
period as quickly as possible, rushing to the locker room. He changes quickly,
before anyone else can get there. That way, he can get in the pool before Jared
gets there.
“Hey, Jensen,” Jared would say. “Hand me my bag, would you?” Even if Jared was
the one closer to the bag, Jensen would do it, couldn’t bring himself to say
get it yourself, asshole. When Coach once asked Jared to run into his office to
grab some paperwork, he’d lazily turned to Jensen and said “Oh, Jensen will do
that. Right, Jen?” He’d leaned back, propping himself up on with his
outstretched palms on the hot cement, his long, long legs dangling over the
edge of the pool, circling in the water. Jensen had hoisted himself out of the
water and headed, dripping, into the locker room without a word. Once: “Fill up
my water bottle, okay?” Jensen had taken the bottle from his hand and was
halfway to the drinking fountain before he’d realized what he was doing. Jared
had been lying out by the pool when Jensen had returned, his fingers toying
with the little curly hairs below his belly button that emerged from under the
low-slung swim trunks. Jensen had actually dropped the water bottle before
turning heel and fleeing.
There’s just something about Jared that Jensen finds hard to say no to. And
Jared knows it.
Jensen isn’t sure how to deal with it. He doesn’t know how to handle the way
his body reacts – his tan isn’t dark enough to hide the flush he feels burning
his skin whenever Jared so much looks his way. And the other stuff – well, no
one knows about that.
So he’s adopted a new tactic: avoidance.
Jensen is sitting on a bench in front of a row of lockers, pulling off his
socks, when he becomes aware that he is not alone. He’s half an hour early,
planned on getting in some warm-up laps before Coach shows up, and there is the
echo of what sounds like bare feet padding on cement floor.
“Hey, Jensen.” Jensen hears Jared’s voice before he sees him, and he’s
immediately struck by a simultaneous feeling of anxiety and excitement.
“Jared,” Jensen nods, trying to maintain his cool.
Jared doesn’t respond, just leans against the locker, watching Jensen undress.
He’s wearing jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt that’s riding up on the left side
where his hip cocks up, revealing a slice of firm tanned skin. Jensen doesn’t
need to see any more, he knows perfectly well that Jared’s clothing is covering
a long, lean, strongly muscled swimmer’s body, darkened from hours in the sun.
He’s only watched it in action a thousand times before.
Jensen tugs off his t-shirt and spends an inordinate amount of time folding it
carefully before he puts it in his locker, giving Jared time to leave him
before he takes off his pants.
“What’re you waiting for?” Jared asks, a playful note in his voice. “You
ashamed of something?”
“No,” Jensen stutters out. He can feel the flush rising on his neck and on his
ears. He fidgets with the button on his pants but doesn’t undo it.
“You ain’t got anything I’ve never seen before,” Jared tells him.
“Why are you watching me, anyway?” Jensen blurts out. “This isn’t a strip club,
you know.” He reddens, embarrassed by the entire exchange. Why won’t Jared just
leave him alone?
Jared just grins. He gets ‘best smile’ in the yearbook every year, but Jensen
suspects the yearbook staff has never seen this particular grin.
“Wanna see you,” Jared says, his voice low, like he might be overheard, even
though they’re alone. “You couldn’t tell? You started coming to practice
earlier, and Jensen-“ he pauses and briefly adopts an exaggerated expression of
sadness and longing. “-I missed seeing you. So here I am, all bright and
early.”
Jensen doesn’t even know how to respond to that. “Asshole,” he finally mutters.
“You think I’m an asshole?” Jared asks, sounding amused. He takes a step
forward, and Jensen has to consciously stop himself from taking a step
backwards. “Okay, then. But don’t tell me you don’t like it, Jensen. Don’t tell
me you don’t get off on it. You think those trunks can hide how you feel when I
tell you what to do? When I boss you around?” The question comes out in a low
hiss. He’s learning in close enough that Jensen has to choke back a groan when
he feels Jared’s breath against his temple.
Jensen usually considers himself to be a pretty big guy. He’s tall enough to
see over the heads of most of his classmates as they crowd the school hallways.
Jared, though – Jared makes him feel small. Jared makes him wonder what it
would be like to be pushed and shoved and made to kneel. It’s kind of
terrifying and kind of other things Jensen doesn’t want to think about.
“Don’t lie to me, Jensen.”
Jensen has never been able to challenge Jared.
“What do you want?” he finally asks, lifting his eyes. Jared smiles, sunny and
bright, and Jensen feels warmed by his approval.
“I want to touch you,” Jared says, sounding somewhat hesitant for the first
time. Jensen realizes for the first time that Jared might not actually be as
confident as he always seems. He looks up at Jared and after a moment, Jared
drops his eyes.
“You want to touch me?” he asks. It comes out coyly, more flirtatious than he’d
intended, but fuck it.
Jared lifts his eyes, and his grin is back. “Fuck yeah.”
“Do it,” Jensen breathes.
Jared doesn’t need to hear it twice. Jensen barely has the words out of his
mouth before Jared’s unfastening Jensen’s jeans. He slips his hands under the
two layers of clothing and cups Jensen’s ass, stroking the skin. Jensen
breathes heavily, unsure of what to do, but he can’t help but enjoy the feeling
of Jared’s massive hands on him, searching and fondling. Jared squeezes gently
and Jensen never would have thought having his ass handled was so hot, but he’s
seriously beginning to get hard. He lets out a squeak as one of Jared’s fingers
wanders off to lightly brush at his asshole.
“Don’t worry, Jen,” Jared says. He’s flushed and breathless himself, Jensen
realizes. “Not gonna do anything there. Not today, anyway,” he adds with a
wink. Jensen feels a rush of heat to his groin at the images Jared’s words
inspire. Jesus. Jared’s fingers drift around to the front of Jensen’s
underwear, and Jensen lets out a little moan when he feels someone else’s hands
on his dick for the first time. He’s rock hard instantly and the room seems to
spin.
“Want to see you, Jensen,” Jared says. Jensen jerks a nod and Jared’s tugging
down Jensen’s jeans and underwear, letting them pool ridiculously at his knees.
Jensen has one moment to consider that their teammates will be there soon when
Jared begins to jack him off.
Jensen leans forward and rests his head in the crook of Jared’s neck, breathing
heavily against Jared’s skin as he works Jensen quickly and steadily. It’s not
like Jensen would jerk himself off. He usually starts with light touches until
he’s all the way hard, and then he does it slowly and methodically. Jared is
much rougher than that, and the angle is all different. There’s no foreplay or
patience, no soft touches or gentle strokes. Jared runs his head over the head
of Jensen’s cock, gathering up the pre-come to lubricate the way, and his
rhythm only increases. Jensen gasps and shivers and presses his lips against
the damp skin of Jared’s neck. It’s not quite a kiss, but it’s not not a kiss,
either.
After a moment, though, Jared pauses, and strokes the index finger of his free
hand up Jensen’s chest, up the center of his neck, and to his chin. He uses the
finger to gently push Jensen’s face away, so he can meet Jensen’s eyes.
“Can’t see you, Jen,” he says. Jared’s eyes are bright as he smiles. “Stand
straight up again. Look at me, Jen.”
With a groan, Jensen obeys, immediately missing the warmth and sensation of
being close. Jared, though, catches his eye and Jensen doesn’t even try to look
away. Jared resumes his stroking and Jensen has to steel himself to maintain
eye contact. It’s harder – excuse him, more difficult – but it’s also almost
painfully intimate. Jensen thinks that Jared looking at him this way, with heat
and demand, that could be enough to make him come. No touching required.
Jared’s voice breaks the silence. His voice is rough and a little higher-
pitched than usual.
“Come, Jen. Come. Come for me, you little fucker.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you asshole,” Jensen grunts, and then he
comes, gasping. His eyes roll back into his skull and he pitches forward onto
Jared’s chest. Jared holds him up with his left arm and Jensen feels Jared
wiping off his come-covered hand on Jensen’s underwear.
“I’ll talk to you how I like,” Jared says,
“Fuck you,” Jensen mutters. He stands up, still gasping for breath.
“Fuck you, Jen,” Jared says. “It’s my turn now. Do it.”
Jensen briefly considers resisting, just to see what Jared would do, what the
limits are. But Jared’s dick is visibly straining at his jeans and Jensen
really, really wants to see it. And touch it. And…maybe other things.
It only takes a few seconds for Jensen to get Jared’s jeans and boxers down,
revealing his dick. He’s fully hard, and kind of red. Jensen’s never seen
another guy’s erect dick in person before, only in porn, and it’s kind of
ridiculous, but mostly really hot. Jared’s dick is bigger than his, but not by
that much.
“You can take a picture later, Ackles,” Jared grunts out. “Now.”
It occurs to Jensen that they have about ten minutes before people start
showing up – assuming no one is early. He imagines being discovered, another
teammate coming in and seeing them like this. Jesus, it’s only been about 30
seconds but he feels his dick twitch and begin to harden again at the thought.
Jared’s dick doesn’t feel too different from his own, which is surprising for
some reason. It’s smooth and warm and hard and like Jensen, Jared is
circumcised. He strokes up and down a few times, his hand cupped loosely. Jared
bucks into him at the touch.
“More, Jensen. Fuck, go faster.”
It doesn’t take any more encouragement for Jensen. He licks his palm for
lubrication, like he used to when he jerked off when he was younger, before he
realized that lotion or lube was way better. He thinks that maybe his palm will
taste different, like Jared, but it doesn’t really taste like anything. Just
skin.
The saliva helps Jensen work Jared faster, but it’s still pretty rough as he
speeds his hand up. Jared doesn’t seem to mind, letting out little breathy
grunts and sighing noises as Jensen jerks him off. He runs his hands up to the
head, which is leaking come, and rubs at the slit with his thumb. Jared gasps.
“Yeah. Fuck. You’re doing great, Jen,” Jared mutters. Jensen wants be
sarcastic, but he can’t come up with words, not with that feeling of having
done well warming his belly.
There’s a sound of a heavy door opening, and Jensen freezes for a moment.
“Keep going,” Jared says. Jensen speeds up even more while he waits for the
inevitable sound of footsteps; when they don’t come, he realizes that the sound
was from the adjoining girls’ locker room.
Jared comes without warning, hot come spilling out over Jensen’s hand and onto
Jared’s own t-shirt. He loses his balance, catching himself against the
lockers. He leans there for a moment, breathing heavily, before he’s able to
speak.
“Get ready for practice,” he finally says, his grin back. “But don’t swim too
hard today. I have plans for after practice.”
Jensen swallows, but he knows he’ll be there. He can never say no to Jared.
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