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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, springfling, Underage_Sex, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-18 Words: 2276
****** Under Electric Candlelight ******
by Tipsy_Kitty
Summary
     Jensen can’t quite put a name with the face but he knows he’s met the
     guy, so it’s a logical conclusion that he and Jensen have done some
     drunken fumbling in the dark.
Notes
     Written for the 2013 spnspringfling fic exchange. Slight underage--
     Jared is 17.
 
The band packed up an hour ago and the sound system is pulsing a steady,
thrumming erotic beat. Jensen’s living room is a sea of writhing limbs and
bodies grinding against one another. There’s way too many people in the house,
and Jensen supposes they’ll be lucky if someone doesn’t call the cops or the
fire department, but he can’t find it in himself to care too much. Let one of
the other roommates worry about it this time, he thinks.
It’s the week before finals and it seems like half the campus needed one last
night of debauched fun before gutting their way through the end of the spring
semester and then leaving for summer jobs of camp counseling and lifeguarding
and table waiting. Or in Jensen's case, a boring job at his father's office
until he's off to grad school in the fall.
It’s unusually warm for April and the sexual energy in the room is charged, all
sweaty and dark and bodies and want.
And Jensen wants.
He scans the crowd, trying to spot one of his usual hook-ups, someone who just
wants to get off without any hassle, but he’s not having any luck. Looks like
Tom’s new boyfriend is in it for the long haul; they’re tongue-fucking each
other in the corner. Ty’s working on a conquest of his own down in the basement
and Danni, well. She’s across the room looking luscious and lovely as ever,
waving her top in the air, lush breasts on display in some kind of purple
satiny half bra, but she’d already told him after the last time that if he
wanted to dabble with girls anymore, he was going to have to find somebody
else.
He leans back against the wall, lets the pounding music and the scent of cheap
beer and whiskey wash over him. Then he opens his eyes and sees the front door
open from across the room, sees a tall guy, questioning expression half hidden
under shaggy brown hair.
Score.
Jensen can’t quite put a name with the face but he knows he’s met the guy, so
it’s a logical conclusion that he and Jensen have done some drunken fumbling in
the dark. Seems worth a shot to see if the guy’s up for another go around.
The guy has closed the door behind him and is scanning the crowd, and Jensen
figures it’s time to make a move. He pushes his way through the drunken
partiers to stand before the new arrival.
“Hey, you,” Jensen says, sly smile tilting up one corner of his mouth, hoping
to cover that he can’t remember Shaggy’s name.
“Hi!” The guy’s face lights up. “How you been, man?”
“Horny.” He leans into the guy’s personal space, leaves no question about his
intent. “Really. Fucking. Horny.”
The guy blinks, but Jensen moves even closer, whispers into the curve of his
ear.
“You wanna?” Jensen asks, hands grazing the guy’s waist through his sweaty t-
shirt, sliding around to the slope of his lower back, the swell of his ass.
“I...” the guy is looking at him with wide eyes, and it’s pretty adorable, and
the way he swallows hard, that’s definitely not a ‘no.’
“My room’s right upstairs,” Jensen says, and the guy says, “Yeah, I know,” and
Jensen really can’t figure out why he can’t remember their last hook-up. He
usually remembers sex, even drunken sex, even bad sex, though the electrical
charge between them makes him doubt they’d be capable of bad sex.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and Shaggy nods and follows him mutely through the
crowd. Really gotta figure out his name, Jensen thinks as they make their way
up to the second floor.
 
 
* * *
 
 
Jared can’t quite believe that he’s in Jensen’s room, that he’s kissingJensen,
the number one star of his sexual fantasies for the past four years, and he
doesn’t want to examine it too closely. He might wake up any minute at home in
his own bed with an embarrassing sticky mess cooling on his belly, and if this
is just a wet dream he wants to enjoy it while he can.
He didn’t even think Jensen knew he was alive—usually when he sees Jared his
eyes glance over him, brief nod of acknowledgement, and then Jensen’s out the
door or holed up in his room.
In Jensen’s defense, a houseful of loud, tall Padaleckis can be overwhelming to
a lot of people. It’s pretty typical for his brother Joe’s roommates to flee
when the family comes to town.
They’re all over each other as soon as the door is closed behind them, hands
roaming over broad shoulders and taut buttocks, lips crashing together.
Jensen’s mouth is warm and wet and sinfully kissable, and Jared melts into him,
pressing Jensen against the door as he chases Jensen’s kiss, his taste.
In the dim light of a tiny lamp in the corner, Jensen is literallybreathtaking.
Jared’s actually panting with desire.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jared mumbles to his complete embarrassment, and then
throws a mental lasso over his tongue. Jensen just laughs though and slides his
hands up underneath Jared’s shirt, lifting it up and over his shoulders and
Jared’s so turned on he doesn’t even have time to stress about his skinny
chest, the way his body still struggles to keep weight on his elongated frame.
Jensen’s room is warm and humid, wide open window doing little to cool the air,
and Jensen pushes Jared lightly on the chest till Jared finds himself on his
back on the bed, looking up as Jensen undoes the buttons on Jared’s jeans and
slides them down over his sweaty skin.
Jensen’s hands cup him through the flimsy fabric of his worn cotton boxers and
Jared hisses, worried he’s going to shoot everywhere and break this amazing
spell Jensen’s cast on them. Jensen shucks his own jeans and then he’s crawling
up Jared’s body, lining their cocks up and grinding down into Jared to the
rhythm of the bass from the party below. Then Jensen pulls back and slides
Jared’s shorts off and he’s naked, exposed and vulnerable and pretty sure every
bit of blood in his body is now throbbing steadily in his aching cock.
 
 
* * *
 
 
Christ, Jensen thinks, looking down at Shaggy, naked and squirming beneath him.
Jensen may not always be able to remember a face, but he never forgets a cock,
and this one, thick and long and dripping with precum, well, Jensen would have
remembered this.
So, not a former one-night stand. Whatever. Probably some quiet kid who sits in
the back of one of his classes.
“Ever bottomed?” Jensen whispers in his ear and Shaggy whimpers a little but
shakes his head, murmurs nuh-uh, and Jensen asks again, “You wanna?” and he
nods, wide eyed, and Jensen chuckles.
“You will,” Jensen promises, “but I can’t take it slow right now...”
He reaches into his bedside drawer and squirts lube on his hands, and Shaggy
tilts his hips up, nervous but willing, but instead Jensen reaches behind
himself to finger himself open and the guy groans, a long low sound that makes
Jensen’s cock twitch.
“Can’t wait, not this time,” Jensen murmurs and then he’s straddling the guy,
slipping on the condom and then sliding down on his thick cock until he’s
sitting on those legs, and the guy beneath him is shivering with desire, eyes
filled with wonder and amazement, and Jensen laughs, giddy.
 
 
* * *
 
 
Jared’s pretty sure he’s going to pass out and miss this, miss his first time
having sex, miss fucking Jensen Ackles, so he bites his lip hard and then he’s
cupping Jensen’s tight ass in his big hands, spreading him even further and
tickling his cock where it’s spearing into Jensen, and they both groan. Jensen
raises himself slowly and then pushes down with a twist of his hips and Don’t
you do it Padalecki, he thinks fiercely, don’t you dare fucking come before
Jensen even gets started.
Jensen picks up the pace, pushing little gasps and breaths out of Jared’s
diaphragm with the force of his rocking, and Jared kneads those perfect
buttocks as he begins to meet Jensen’s thrusts with his own, fucking up into
the most amazing, wet, tightwarmth he’s ever felt, and then he runs his hands
up and down Jensen’s gorgeous cock and Jensen throws his head back, and with a
hiss and a moan he’s coming all over Jared’s chest and stomach, and thank
Christ, Jared thinks as he follows.
 
 
* * *
 
 
They doze, sleepy and content for an hour or two, until Jared wakes up to feel
Jensen grinding slowly into his lower back and he goes from sleepy to fuck-me-
nowin about a tenth of a second.
“You wanna?” Jensen mumbles and Jared thinks those are the sexiest words in the
English language, fears he’s gonna sprout a boner every time someone asks, “You
wanna supersize that?” in the future, but that’s a problem for later.
“I wanna,” he mumbles, and he’s sleepy and relaxed as Jensen starts the
extremely slow process of opening him up. He’s too content to be nervous so he
just arches back into Jensen’s touch, as Jensen slowly, slowly works a finger
in with one hand while stroking his balls with the other, and it’s a strange
sensation of ouch, fuck and fuck, yeah, a constant battle for supremacy between
his pleasure and pain receptors. He stays on his side but hooks his top ankle
over the edge of the mattress to give Jensen more room to work, and Jensen
breathes kisses onto the nape of his neck as his fingers slowly work to stretch
his tight ring of muscles.
When Jensen finally fumbles for the condom Jared thinks he’s ready but it’s a
lot of pain, like, a lot, and he squeezes his eyes shut, glad they’re spooning
so Jared can hide his pained expression in the pillows because he doesn’t want
Jensen to stop, wants to be divested of the last shreds of his high school
innocence and wants Jensen to be the one to do it. The word deflowerfloats
behind his eyes and he laughs a little hysterically, and Jensen stops his slow,
forward progress to ask, “Okay?”
And Jared breathes, nods, whispers “I wanna,” and Jensen does.
 
 
* * *
 
 
The room is grey with the first light of the morning when the pounding starts.
“Fuck off,” Jensen mumbles into his pillow, and Jared snuffles and moves
closer, even in sleep chasing Jensen’s scent, his touch.
“Ackles!” the voice yells on the other side of the door. “Wake up, man!”
The door rattles and Jensen groans.
“What the fuck, Joe?”
“Dude, I can’t find my kid brother!” Joe resumes banging on the door. “He was
driving up last night and I don’t know if he made it and my Mom’s gonna
freaking killme!”
Jensen is trying to process all of that information when his hook-up raises his
head and calls out, “”M’here, Joe, go ’way.”
There is a lengthy pause on the other side of the door before a deadly calm
voice says, “Jared Padalecki, you better fucking be sleeping on Jensen’s air
mattress.”
Jared snorts and rolls over, but Jensen is suddenly wide a-fucking-wake,
looking down in horror at the guy, the kid, in his bed.
It’s like his vision doubles for a moment, like an old photograph where two
images vie for the same rectangle of paper—the gorgeous man he fucked last
night and Joe’s awkward, scrawny little brother—
(kissing and biting that wide pink mouth, running his fingers through silky
brown hair)
(rolling his eyes in annoyance as his freshman roomate’s little brother goes on
and on about how Joe better not forget what he learned in D.A.R.E.)
(that long, lean body, that, God, beautifully sculpted ass)
(flying matchstick limbs bumping into everything and knocking a stack of
Jensen’s CDs to the floor when they were moving off-campus sophomore year)
“Fuck my life!” Jensen jumps out of the bed like it’s on fire. “You’re Jared??”
Jared sits up slowly, still blinking sleepily, and in the light of day looking
unbelievably young.
“Fucking Christ, are you even 18?” Jensen asks and Jared finally begins to
catch on, and his face falls, a wounded expression in his eyes that makes
Jensen’s heart clench.
“I thought...you didn’t know...?” Jared pushes his messy hair back from his
eyes. “I thought... nevermind.”
Head down, expression a mix of humiliation and loss, he moves slowly off the
bed, wincing in pain as he finds his jeans and slides into them.
“I’ll be 18 in four months,” he says quietly, taking a step towards Jensen, who
takes an equal step backwards until he’s bumping into his scuffed desk, and
Jared backs away, turns to go. “’M sorry, I thought you knew....”
Jensen scrubs a hand over his eyes, wondering how many different ways Joe can
find to kill him, wondering if Chris will let him crash in his tiny apartment
until the semester ends.
Jared leans against the door for a minute, taking in one last look at Jensen.
“How old were you?” he asks finally, and Jensen sighs.
“Fifteen, Jared, not that it matters.”
“Right.”
Jared unlocks the door to go face his brother, and Jensen flops down on the
bed. The room smells like sex and sweat and come and something indefinably
Jared, and Jensen sighs.
It had been fucking electric, of course it had, but he closes his eyes and sets
his mind to the herculean task of forgetting last night ever happened.
Not that his roommate is likely to let him forget.
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