
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/289331.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      CW_Network_RPF, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Misha_Collins/Michael_Rosenbaum, Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Misha_Collins, Michael_Rosenbaum, Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Chad
      Michael_Murray
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking,
      Schmoop
  Series:
      Part 12 of Loveland_High_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-09 Words: 7200
****** Watch Love ******
by anyothergirl415
Summary
     In which Misha must woo back Mike and Jared and Jensen take things
     one step further.
“And then it’s just- it’s- it’s fucking ridiculous is what it is.” Mike swayed
forward and pushed at Chad’s shoulder, huffing when the boy batted his hand
away. “Jesus, did, do you know? The giant squid, has the largest eyes in the
world.”
Chad laughed and shook his head, reaching out to pry the beer from Mike’s
fingers. “It’s probably better if you stop drinking now.”
“S’just- I can totally handle it. Totally.” Mike nodded and maybe his eyes
closed a little too long then slowly open. “How many have I had?” He was just
slightly slurring the words which was pretty bad he thought. Maybe.
“Two beers and a shot of whiskey. You don’t drink much do you?” Chad teased and
sipped from the beer. “You’re the biggest lightweight I’ve ever seen and I’ve
drank with Jared before.”
“Yeah well. Well. I mean, you’re not even supposed to.” Mike swiveled his
finger at Chad, spinning it in a circle. Everything was kind of spinning
really, the room, Chad, the bed. Mike really should not have had any alcohol
but he couldn’t help it. It had seemed like such a nice release and his parents
never paid attention to the alcohol they kept around. His eyes drifted to the
darkness outside the window and he sighed. “I miss Misha.”
The smile faded off Chad’s lips and he nodded slowly, sipping from the beer. “I
know you do. But you know, standing up for yourself, Mike, that’s a big deal.
You had every right to do that.”
“Fuck, I know.” Mike slapped his hand hard down onto the mattress beneath him,
exhaling shakily. “And, porcupines float in water. See, see how helpful is
that? How helpful was me sticking up for myself? ‘Cause, he didn’t come after
me. Damnit. He was supposed to. He should be here. He should be making me his
again.”
Chad reached out and took Mike’s hand, squeezing softly and wetting his lips.
“Mike, I know, it sucks right now. But, it’s really the alcohol at the moment.
I mean, not saying it doesn’t hurt but god Mike but being drunk makes
everything worse.”
“He doesn’t love me,” Mike said with just the slightest whine and looked away.
He swallowed thickly enough that it echoed around them. “He can’t. Because, if
he did, if he really loved me, god he’d be here. He would be. He’d be making
this all up to me and I know it.”
“Maybe he just needs time to think.” Chad suggested quietly, obviously trying
his hardest to be as supportive as possible.
Mike appreciated it but only so far. Because he was drunk and his heart felt
like he was falling apart. He wasn’t really prepared to be this broken, he
wondered if Chad knew that. “You don’t even like me.” Mike muttered, sniffing
loudly and looking up at Chad. “Why are you even here? You don’t- you’ve never
liked me.”
“What?” Chad frowned and slowly shook his head. “No, that’s not true. I like
you. I like you loads. Otherwise I totally wouldn’t be here.”
“But we weren’t- we’ve never really been friends right? Until, you know, Jensen
and Jared hooked up, and now it’s just like, we have to be. But you don’t have
to. You don’t have to do any of this, so why are you?” Mike reached out and
gripped Chad’s arm, blinking in confusion when he hissed softly and pulled
back. “Sorry, did I h-hurt you?”
“No, yes. Well, no.” Chad laughed weakly and rubbed along his arm. His eyes
skittered across the room for a long while and Mike wondered what he was
thinking about. He was probably thinking Mike was insane or something. His room
did suggest that. “If I tell you something, will you not tell anyone? I mean,
some people already know but I’ve never really said it.”
“I’ve already figured out the Kane thing.” Mike pointed out and laughed
quietly, slumping back on his bed. His head was still kind of spinning, so he
forced himself to sit up and sip from his water. “Have you guys, um. Have you
guys had sex?”
“No.” Chad said so fast it was nearly a squeak and his eyes widened, locking on
Mike for a long moment before he flushed and looked away. “No, we, it’s
complicated you know? Really complicated. We’re taking our time.”
“Yeah it’s definitely complicated.” Mike agreed with a slow nod and set his
water back down. “So what were you going to tell me?”
“I…” Chad met Mike’s eyes again for a few moments before sighing and shaking
his head. “It’s not important. You wanna take some Advil before you go to
sleep? Maybe then you won’t have a hangover?”
“I think a hangover would feel better than how my heart feels.” Mike muttered.
He was tempted to push the issue of whatever Chad wanted to tell him but he was
too selfish. He was scared Chad would leave if pushed and Mike so desperately
wanted to have a friend right then. “You stay the night?”
“Um, sure.” Chad nodded and twisted around to kick off his shoes. “But stay on
your side of the bed. I’m not fucking cuddling with you again.”
Mike laughed and slowly shook his head, pushing up to his feet and holding out
his hands to try and keep his balance. “I think you were the one who cuddled
me.”
“No fucking way. You were stuck to me like Jared is to Jensen and I’m not that
kind of boy.” Chad huffed, kicking his jeans off and stepping closer to grab
Mike’s arm and make sure he didn’t fall over.
“But, Kane. That’s, he’s a boy.” Mike pointed out and really, it was one of his
more clearly obvious facts. Usually he was much better about those.
“Kane is a man.” Chad said in a deep drawl and smirked at Mike. “I don’t really
like boys in general. I just like, Kane. I can’t explain it.”
“Yeah well.” Mike bobbed his head in a slow nod, relieved when his jeans
finally fell to the floor. “I gotta either sleep or throw up.”
“If you fuckin’ throw up on me I swear I will-“ Chad cut off when Mike looked
up at him with wide eyes and sighed, shaking his head. “Come on Rosey, get into
bed.”
Mike half smiled and let Chad help him under the covers. His chest was still
aching, his stomach was churning, but he – mercifully – was asleep within
moments.

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When Mike woke up it was still dark and there was a warm weight pressing over
his middle. It turned out to be Chad’s arm and Mike kind of wished he had a
camera nearby so he could get a shot of it for blackmail later. Then he
realized that his head was sort of throbbing and his throat felt gross and dry.
Why the hell was he awake?
Something clattered at his window and Mike twisted around to look at it,
blinking a few times in confusion. Beside him Chad grumbled softly and rolled
over, curling up under the blanket and seemingly drifting off again. Knowing
that Chad wasn’t going to be any help, Mike rolled out of bed and headed for
the window, slowly pushing the blinds open.
There, out in the snow, wearing a bright green puffy coat and carrying a long
silver thermos, was Misha. Mike stared for a long moment even after Misha knew
he was there. The man might as well be holding a boom box and a tan trench coat
ala John Cusack. Mike’s heart flipped in his chest. He was a sucker for 80’s
classics.
Spinning on his heels, Mike swiftly crossed the room and grabbed his coat from
the edge of the bed. He slipped into boots and grabbed his mints from the desk
top, carefully and quietly opening and closing the door behind him so not to
wake Chad. He tip toed down the stairs, jumped the last two that always
creaked, and swiftly headed down the hall to the front door.
Misha was on the front walk down and Mike stopped just outside the front door,
listening to it click close behind him.
“What are you doing here?” Mike asked, his voice croaked and he hastily popped
a mint into his mouth.
When Misha stepped closer and exhaled Mike could see the boy’s breath in the
chill of the night. “Calli’s sick.”
Frowning slightly, Mike bit down on his mint and rolled it across his tongue.
He told himself it was only because the taste of stale alcohol was horrible and
it wasn’t at all related to Misha maybe wanting more from him. “What’s wrong
with her?”
“Cold I guess. I’ve been up with her for hours, she’s asleep now though, and
Grandma said I could come because she understands.” Misha was nearly muttering
the words now, stepping forward tentatively. “She said you’d be asleep.”
“I was.” Mike nodded and glanced up at his window then looked back at Misha.
“Is she gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, Grandma’s taking her to the doctor’s tomorrow. I think she’ll be okay.
But it’s just. That’s not what I came to tell you. I mean, that’s just why,
it’s the reason I didn’t come earlier. Because I wanted too. I wanted to skip
out of school and I wanted to come to you.” Misha clutched tightly at his
thermos and sighed shakily.
Mike’s window creaked and Chad’s head popped out, hair sticking up in all sorts
of places that looked oddly adorable in the way that Chad should never be.
“Mike? You okay?”
Looking up at the blond, Mike nodded and half smiled. “Yeah. M’good. Go back to
sleep.”
Chad lingered for a moment longer before nodding and pulling back, closing the
window again. Then Misha’s shaky and sharp inhale caught Mike’s attention and
he looked toward him. “So, Chad huh?”
“Yeah.” Mike nodded slowly and closed his eyes. Then what Misha was really
asking sank into his thoughts and his eyes snapped open. “No. Not, no. We’re
not- he’s just been helping me out. Jesus Misha did you really think in a day’s
worth of time I could move on? And to Chad of all people?”
A half laugh fell from Misha’s lips and he shrugged, twisting at the cap on his
thermos. “Want some hot chocolate?”
“What are you really doing here Misha?” Mike asked quietly, biting down on his
lip and rocking forward onto his toes.
“It’s- you don’t know?” Misha paused long enough to take a long drink from his
thermos before twisting the cap on once more. “Mike, what you said earlier, the
things about wanting to be involved and me not taking you seriously and all
that stuff. You’re right. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have said- I shouldn’t
have assumed you were just being nice about it all. I love you, so much and I
completely fucked it all up. But even, just one day without you, it hurts so
bad I can barely breathe. I want you back. I need you back.”
“And what happens next time you don’t think I’m responsible enough?” Mike
whispered, staring down at the snow and watching it blur through tears.
“Michael, I won’t-“
“You will. Of course you will. And I get it because you’re a dad, because
Calliope is your most important person. I understand that Misha. And one of
these days she’ll start to walk and you’ll be scared, she’ll start talking and
you’ll be scared. She’s gonna go to school, and grow up, and I’m only seventeen
years old but I swear to god I want that. I want to be part of it all. If I can
say that now, then it should be enough, right? I should be enough.” Mike was a
little breathless as he finished, panting and wiping at his cheeks with his
nearly frozen fingers.
“Jesus.” Misha whispered and pressed forward, slanting his lips hard over
Mike’s.
For a long moment Mike allowed it because he wanted it. He wanted to taste
Misha and feel the thrill and spark and heat. Then his heart and mind spoke up,
tangled together and fought and Mike pulled back. “No, we can’t just. It’s not
that easy Misha. You really fucking hurt me. And I can’t just be okay again
with you. It’s gonna take time.”
“I’ll do whatever, anything. As long as it gets us back together.” Misha
whispered and pressed the thermos of hot chocolate into Mike’s chest. “Please?
Just be date me again, be my boyfriend, say you love me like I love you.”
Mike laughed a little dizzying, breathless, and gripped the thermos. “I do love
you. So much Misha. And yes, I want to be your boyfriend again. But, Chad’s
asleep inside. We can’t just- and Calli is sick. So, we should take some time.
And as much as I want make up sex, we have to wait to make sure this is really
better okay?”
“Are you trying to prove to me that you are responsible?” Misha groaned softly
and stepped forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Mike’s mouth.
“Because I swear I believe it.”
“I’m not just kicking Chad out in the middle of the night.” Mike laughed and
tilted into the kiss, pressing his lips long and lingering over Misha’s. “You
still hurt me you know. I need some time to adjust to all this.”
“Okay,” Misha nodded slowly and stepped back. “I understand. I’ll keep making
it up to you. I promise.”
“I know you will.” Mike murmured, pressing the thermos back into Misha’s chest.
“Go take care of your daughter. I’ll see you in the morning? We can walk
together.”
“And hold hands?” Misha stepped back, smiling slightly at Mike.
“And hold hands,” Mike confirmed, nodding and smiling back. “See you in the
morning.”
“Love you.” Misha called out in a half whisper.
“Me too.” Mike laughed, shaking his head. “Next time bring a boom box.”
“I could just sing Peter Gabriel instead?” Misha offered with a shrug.
“Get out of here.” Mike waved his hand dismissively and stepped back, sliding
inside. He didn’t shut the door until Misha was disappearing down the street.
Back up in his room, Mike grinned as he kicked out of his boots and shrugged
off his coat, sliding silently back into bed. Chad grunted and half turned to
him, blinking a few times. “Did you make up?”
“Yeah, mostly.” Mike nodded and grinned. “We’re gonna be okay.”
“Knew it. Don’t touch me, you’re cold.” Chad grumbled but he reached out to
ruffle Mike’s hair before flipping back over and tucking under the blankets.
Mike’s heart swelled slightly and he grinned up at the ceiling, feeling a
thousand times better than he had just hours before. He could still feel Misha
on his lips and that was enough to make the smile stay even after he’d fallen
asleep.

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This was all his Chemistry book’s fault.
Or maybe it was his Chemistry book, Jared being in the shower, and the cell
phone beeping on the desk and taunting him. A lethal combination. Jensen wasn’t
a nosy person, he didn’t want to break Jared’s privacy, and the last thing he
wanted was to be the jealous boyfriend type. Only lately Jared had been rather
glued to his cell phone and every now and then it would beep, Jared would trail
off mid sentence and respond to the text, before looking up in a slight daze.
For awhile Jensen had thought it was Chad or something. Until it happened at
lunch the day before and Chad had been right there. Along with Mike and Misha
so clearly it wasn’t them. Then, today, everything had been so crazy with the
sudden break up and Jensen had been too preoccupied to ask about it. He had
wanted to be there for Mike but after the explosion at lunch, Chad had insisted
he would be better off talking to him so Jensen and Jared stayed with Misha.
Jensen had been too pissed to try and comfort the other boy but Jared was great
like always, sliding beside Misha on the bench and wrapping an arm over his
shoulder. He was comforting and listening and being his typically amazing self
until his phone went off. Then he was tugging it out of his pocket and quickly
responding, leaving Misha hanging and Jensen more than a little confused.
So now here he was, trying to pretend to study for his upcoming Chemistry
finale and really just staring at Jared’s phone. His boyfriend had been forced
to shovel the walkway when they got home from school and he hated being cold in
the snow so much he’d come right back in and said he was taking a hot shower.
Jensen had kind of wanted to join but they weren’t quite at that place in their
relationship yet and their parents were still around then.
Of course now they were off at dinner. Together. Yeah, it was pretty damn weird
that their parents had taken to doing things like eating dinner and seeing
movies together now that Jared and Jensen were speaking once more. It made
Jensen wonder if maybe they’d been having secret double dates for years that
he’d just never known about. Then, he stopped thinking about it because it was
a little creepy to consider.
The phone beeped again and Jensen wet his lips, pushing off Jared’s bed and
slowly crossing to the device. He really shouldn’t. He definitely, really,
shouldn’t. But the phone was in his hand before he could help it. And then he
was unlocking it, relieved that yes, the password really was as easy as their
year of birth. Jared was basically, very predictable.
And then, the texts.
Sandy: I dnt no. Guess ur just gonna have to tell him. NOW.
As far as Jensen was concerned, this was fate pointing out why spying on his
boyfriend’s text messages was a bad idea. And yet, he couldn’t help scrolling
down to see what Jared’s message before was.
Me: How do I say it? What if he hates me 4ever?
Jensen’s stomach sank and he stared for a long moment until he heard the
bathroom door across the hall open. He fumbled with the phone, dropping it onto
the desk and stepping away quickly. Only, there were tears in his eyes and that
was going to be impossible to hide from Jared he was pretty sure.
"Hey have you seen my Tootsie roll shirt with the guy-" Jared came into the
room with a towel around his waist which didn't help Jensen at all. Clearly his
boyfriend had his eyes open and could therefore tell that something was wrong.
"Jen, what's wrong? What happened?"
Jensen didn't really know where to begin because one, he'd been snooping but
two, it turned out him boyfriend was telling his ex things that apparently
weren't Jensen worthy. Then of course Jared's stupid phone had to go off again
and Jensen nearly growled when Jared stepped toward it. "What is it? Have you
changed your mind? Do you want to get back with her?"
A look of confusion crossed Jared's face, jaw dropping slightly. "What? Who?"
"Sandy!" Jensen jabbed at the phone, staring at his finger as he did because
there was currently a very distracting bead of water making its way down
Jared's collar bone.
"What?" Jared repeated, obviously still a little lost. Then everything seemed
to catch up to him and his eyes widened. "You looked at my phone? God Jensen
what the hell?"
Shame burned through Jensen and he struggled against it for a moment before the
flare of self righteous anger kicked in. "Don't what the hell me, what the hell
you! You're always texting her, you keep smiling all goofy, do you want to be
with her? Because I can so be gone if you don't want me, I don’t want to be
your gay… whatever."
"Jensen, stop it." Jared crossed to him, grabbing his shoulders and squeezing
hard enough to make it hurt. "It's not like that. What did you see?"
"Something about you telling me something and me hopefully not hating you."
Jensen muttered and it was pretty hard not to be a little calmed by Jared's
soothing tones and big hazel eyes. Because Jared was just kind of that way.
"Oh." Jared flushed softly and looked away. "That was just, man. I. I wanted to
tell you I love you but I thought it might freak you out."
This had Jensen blinking in just the slightest surprise. He wasn’t really sure
they were ready for the big L word yet. But then, “I love you too.” It just
kind of slipped out of his mouth and Jensen stared at Jared for a long time
then pushed forward, crushing their lips together.
A soft oomph left Jared’s lips, falling between the kiss like an exclamation.
Beneath his hands, Jared’s chest was still heated from the shower and slick,
burning against his palms and Jensen moaned, pressing in for more. He wanted
this, wanted Jared, and he wasn’t even as scared as he should have been to
think about loving Jared. Maybe it just made sense, maybe they were supposed to
get to this point where having the other was really the only option.
“Jen,” Jared gasped when their lips broke and Jensen’s automatically slid down
to his neck. “You- c’mon, it just-“
“Shut up Jared.” Jensen mumbled and fell back enough to tug his shirt off
before pressing forward again.
“But Jen, I-“
Jensen pulled back this time and looked at Jared, wetting his lips. They tasted
like Jared skin and warm water. “What? Do you- isn’t it good?”
“What? Yeah, no it’s good. But I mean, shouldn’t we talk about this? I’m in
love with you and you’re just gonna say it back and we’re all good?” Jared
tried to run a hand through his hair but it got caught in the damp locks. He
sighed instead and shook the hair about so it fell all over the place.
“There’s something we need to talk about? I love you; you love me, now I want
you out of the towel and us taking advantage of neither of our parents being
here.” Jensen smiled softly up at Jared, touching his collar bone with the
gentle sweep of his fingers. “Was there more?”
“More?” Jared repeated then sighed, shaking his head. “God I sound like an
idiot. You’re totally throwing me out of whack Jensen.”
“Yeah well, I’m glad I could do something.” Jensen chuckled softly and stepped
forward, once more sliding his lips along Jared’s neck. He really liked kissing
his boyfriend’s skin, it was kind of amazing.
“Sandy’s worried she might be pregnant.” Jared blurted out.
That was definitely enough to have Jensen stepping back, eyes widening as he
stared up at his boyfriend. “I- what?”
“Yeah she’s completely freaking out about it. Which is, you know, why we’ve
been talking so much recently. We met up a couple weeks ago and she first told
me. I totally understand why she’s freaking out, but she won’t take the
freaking test! Why wouldn’t she? That makes no sense right?” Jared’s arms
flailed out to his side for a long moment, shaking in the air then dropping to
his sides.
This wasn’t making sense to Jensen. He kept staring at Jared and trying to
think of the details he knew. Like, the fact that Jared had said he was a
virgin and that if Sandy didn’t know for sure if she was pregnant or not that
meant the pregnancy thing was recent. Right? Jensen kind of wished that Jared
would really explain further.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jared frowned slightly, head tilting to
the side. When Jensen kept staring, the realization seemed to dawn on Jared’s
face and he stumbled back, shaking his head quickly. “No, no. It’s not- I’m
not- don’t think like that. Come on Jensen, how could you even think that?”
“Because I was about ten seconds from pushing you on the bed and asking if I
could fuck you and you stopped to tell me that Sandy thinks she might be
pregnant. What else was I going to think?” Jensen huffed, rolling his eyes as
his arms slid across his chest.
Jared stared at him slack jawed for a long moment before his teeth clicked
together loud enough Jensen could hear and couldn’t help wincing. “You were
going to ask if you could f-fuck me?”
Somehow this conversation had turned into some type of tennis match and Jensen
was pretty sure keeping up was impossible. He considered for a moment the
different avenues of topics they could go down and decided, knowing that Jared
still wasn’t involved with Sandy in any way, he was going back to the fucking
business. “Yes Jared, clearly. Why- I mean, don’t you want that?”
“I, yeah of course I want that. But now? You want it now? Do you even have… I
mean, what about, it’s a big deal right?” Jared muttered and moved over to the
bed, dropping on the edge. His legs spread automatically, giving Jensen quite a
pleasing view. “What are you looking- oh. Oops.” Jared pressed his legs
together quickly and pulled the towel over himself, smirking slightly. “Do you
wanna do it?”
“Of course I wanna do it.” Jensen muttered and crossed to his bag, reaching
inside to pull out a bottle of lube and box of condoms he’d spent two hours
working up the courage to buy last weekend. It was in his mind that they’d do
this during Christmas break, and though it wasn’t quite that time yet, Jensen
was more than a little eager. “I got, you know, these things.”
“Oh.” Jared flushed, picking up the box of condoms when Jensen came and sat by
him on the edge of the bed. “So you’ve been uh, thinking about it?”
“Yeah, a lot.” Jensen nodded, wetting his lips slowly and running a hand
through his hair. “Hey, we don’t have to.” Jared looked pretty nervous and
Jensen couldn’t blame him, it was a pretty big deal, and they hadn’t exactly
discussed it a lot. “We can wait.”
“No, no I want to. Just, I, should I, you’re going to fuck me?” Jared almost
squeaked the end of the sentence and inhaled sharply, scratching along his
knee. “Won’t it- will it hurt?”
Oh. Yeah, Jensen hadn’t really thought much about that. That would be the thing
holding Jared up; Jensen smiled softly at him and reached out to lay a hand on
his thigh. “You know I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll be really gentle and if it
hurts then we can stop. Okay? I mean, if you want too.”
“I want too.” Jared said softly and pressed forward.
Their lips met and Jared suddenly seemed to explode into movement. He fumbled
with Jensen’s jeans, shoving and pushing and tugging. Even if Jensen was the
one who was supposed to top he suddenly found himself dragged up the mattress
and pinned there. Jared’s lips were burning along his skin and soaking through
him and Jensen groaned, arching up into the touch of his mouth.
“Jared,” Jensen gasped and slid his hand through Jared’s damp hair and down to
his shoulders. His boyfriend’s lips continued to move on his skin, inching
lower and lower. Jensen moaned when teeth tugged at his nipple, a tongue
flicking around the sensitive skin. Jared’s lips slid down his ribs, tracing
the outline of bone, tongue snaking out and dipping into his belly button. “You
want, you’re- Jared.”
“Made you speechless already huh?” Jared murmured against his hip and Jensen
could hear the smirk by the tone of his voice.
That was about enough for Jensen.
He sat up, reached down and hooked his arms under Jared’s, dragging him up and
flipping him over. Before Jared could even inhale he had the man’s towel open
and pulled, tossing it across the room and leaving Jared naked and exposed
beneath him. Jared’s cock was hard, flushed and swollen and Jensen dragged his
teeth over his lips, pushing Jared’s legs apart to settle on the mattress
there.
“You’ll stop if I tell you to right?” Jared asked in a quiet rush, panting
already though Jensen’s fingers were just barely touching his hips.
“Of course Jared.” Jensen whispered with just the faintest smile and shifted
forward again.
There was a lot of touching, kissing, Jared keeping Jensen up close to possibly
put off the inevitable. Jensen felt a little bad, like maybe he was forcing
Jared into this or something and he didn’t want Jared to hate him because of
that. Only when he pulled back to asked Jared if he was sure he wanted to do
this, his boyfriend was holding up the bottle of lube and smiling shyly.
Jensen grasped the bottle and kissed Jared once more before crawling his way
slowly down Jared’s body. He stopped to suck random places along his skin,
marking Jared and enjoying the way his boyfriend’s body curved up into his so
greedily. It was a thrill to know that Jared wanted this in some way, even if
he was a little unsure.
Everything was really going fine, Jensen was licking his way up Jared’s cock,
thoroughly distracting him as he slicked up his fingers, and he thought this
whole venture was going to be really quite amazing. Until he slid his first
finger forward and pushed it quickly inside Jared’s body and the boy tensed in
a way Jensen had never seen before.
“Wait, wait.” Jared gasped and sat up, scrambling backward and away from Jensen
far too quickly.
It kind of made Jensen feel like someone had just slugged him in the stomach.
“I’m sorry. Did I go too fast? Did it hurt? We really don’t have too.”
“Hey, wait.” Jared grabbed Jensen’s arm before he could get too far and smiled
softly at Jensen, tugging him forward to gently kiss him. “A little too fast.
But it’s okay. I want to try it okay? I mean, I want this. You’re my someone
perfect you know? I want my first time to be with you and I can’t think of a
better time for that to happen then right after we’ve both said we’re in love
with each other.”
“Well, technically it was right after you said Sandy thinks she might be
pregnant which really is kind of a mood killer.” Jensen mumbled but allowed
Jared to pull him back over his body.
“Then stop talking about it.” Jared laughed softly, nudging Jensen back down
his body. “And just, go slower. Little tiny bits at a time.”
“Let’s not talk about little tiny bits either.” Jensen grinned up at his
boyfriend before nodding and crawling back down Jared’s body and between his
legs.
This time he took longer tasting Jared’s cock. They’d done the blow job thing,
it was a steady build up he knew, but Jared had lost some of his arousal during
the freak out so Jensen wanted to bring it back. He sucked along the head
slowly, tasted pre-come and slightly soapy flesh, moaning when Jared’s hips
twitched up toward him.
Then, when he felt like they were both back in the moment, he brought his
finger forward again. He was more nervous this time but Jared seemed oddly more
prepared. His legs spread a little wider and crooked up slightly at the knee.
Jensen held his breath as he pushed just the tip of his finger inside Jared’s
entrance.
For a moment Jared tensed again and Jensen waited for him to freak out and
scurry away. Then he took a deep breath Jensen could hear and his body relaxed,
Jensen’s finger sliding in another inch with the action. The tight heat
encasing his finger was hotter than Jensen imagined it would be and he could
barely fathom what it might be like when he was finally buried in him. It
seemed a little surreal.
By the time he had his finger all the way inside Jared the boy was actually
moving, rocking back onto the digit and moaning softly. Jensen took it as a
good sign and slowly crooked his finger, feeling the stretch of muscles as he
moved. A little negotiating and he was able to wrap his free hand around
Jared’s cock, stroking over spit soaked skin, elbow draped across Jared’s hip
to keep him mostly pinned to the mattress. It only worked so far, Jared was
pretty freaking strong the more heightened his passion seemed to get.
Jensen was nervous all over again when it came time to add a second finger. But
Jared was pulling at Jensen’s hair and moaning for more so he couldn’t really
see a reason to put it off. If Jared wanted it, then that was enough for
Jensen. So he slipped the second finger in with the same, painfully slow
action, spreading Jared even further apart and holding his breath, hand still
on the boys cock.
Once both fingers were in as deep as they could go everything seemed to speed
up. Jared was a sex crazed mess that had Jensen’s breath hitching and his cock
aching. He rolled his hips against the bed sheet and tried to keep his pace
somewhere in the vicinity of mildly slow. But then Jared was begging for
another finger and by the time Jensen had the third added to the mix it hit him
what was about to happen.
This was Jared, this crazy amazing boy he’d known his whole life and thought he
hated for most of it. Only he never did, he was absolutely in love with him and
this thing, their first time together, was really about to happen. Jensen was
moaning against Jared’s thigh, spreading his fingers and thrusting up, his
entire body repeating the action like it knew that this was going to happen and
very, very soon.
Then Jensen hit some part deep within Jared that had the boy nearly lurching
off the bed. The noise that fell from his lips was low and guttural, almost a
strangled whimper and Jensen jerked up, blinking at Jared with wide eyes. “What
was that?” He asked and Jared asked the same thing, within moments of him so
their questions overlapped.
“Fuck if I know but do it again.” Jared grunted and rocked down hard against
Jensen’s finger, taking him in deeper and clenching his muscles.
Jensen groaned and sought out the spot once more, feeling the thrill of success
when Jared repeated the guttural noise and writhed on the bed. His hand in
Jensen’s hair tightened to a near painful point and his lips parted in a gasp.
“You. Want you. Do it.”
“Okay.” Jensen grumbled and slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his fingers
back. He was nervous all over again, worried about his ability to perform. This
was both their first times after all and the last thing he wanted to do was
scar Jared. Then his boyfriend would end up being so super straight he’d never
even be able to look at Jensen without almost throwing up.
“Dude. Stop thinking about it and do it. You’re driving me crazy here.” Jared
tugged his hair again then smirked, rubbing at his chest. “Come on Jen. It’ll
be good, I know it.”
“I know.” Jensen said quietly. He nodded, slowly sitting up and reaching out
for the box of condoms and lube again. His hands were shaking as he tore the
box open and tried to pull at the open the top of the condom. His still lube
slicked fingers slid along the packaging and Jensen cursed, unable to tear the
thing open.
“Dude, use your teeth. Does it even fucking matter? It’s not like either of us
have done this before. Just do it without.” Jared groaned, and nudged Jensen’s
back with the heel of his foot. “Come on.”
“Oh my god you’re already a cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet. God.”
Jensen half laughed and half moaned, tossing the condom package to the side. It
went against the rules that he’d kind of thought were engraved in him. But
Jared was right; they hadn’t fooled around with anyone else so why should it
matter?
“Holy shit Jensen, do you think this much doing everything?” Jared groaned and
rolled his head back on the pillow. “Please.”
“Needy little fuck.” Jensen grunted and grinned at Jared before slicking
himself with far too much lube, fingers dripping and his cock subsequently. He
was trying not to be nervous but his fingers will still shaking and his throat
felt dry.
Jared pushed up as Jensen slid forward and suddenly his boyfriend was kissing
him, deep and long, his tongue sliding forward to map along the inside of
Jensen’s mouth. It went a long way in soothing the nervous heightening in him.
“It’s going to be amazing,” Jared whispered and smiled softly against Jensen’s
lips.
“Okay.” Jensen nodded and his lips twitched in a slight smile before he pushed
Jared back.
They fumbled around for positions for awhile, Jensen tried lining up with
Jared’s legs down on the bed but he couldn’t figure out how to get his body to
bend the right way. Then Jared tried holding his own legs up but Jensen burst
out laughing which made everything feel off for a moment. Finally Jensen
shifted Jared’s body up and let Jared’s legs fall over his shoulders. That
seemed to pull him enough to give Jensen access to his body and a grin pulled
at Jensen’s lips.
“There won’t be a test on this will there?” Jensen muttered, gripping himself
at the base and inching forward.
“This is the test.” Jared moaned and rocked back to meet Jensen’s first press
forward.
It was vice tight, encasing Jensen and pulling him in at the first little
thrust. His eyes closed because the pleasure was far too much for him to
properly anticipate. Jensen could barely breathe and judging from the ragged
noise coming from Jared’s mouth, his boyfriend felt likewise. It was so much,
too much; Jensen was absolutely going to lose it before he even got all the way
inside.
Then he was. Jared’s muscles were gripping him on all sides and Jensen was so
grateful for his leg strength because he was leaning against his boyfriend to
support him. Jensen reached out and gently touched Jared’s cheek, thumb sliding
over his skin. “You okay?”
“Uh huh.” Jared mumbled and blinked slowly, his eyes opening and closing in a
way that nearly made him look drugged. Jensen knew the feeling and there was no
way it could feel near as good as it did for him. Maybe. Jared did seem to be
deliciously out of it.
Jensen wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, just that the heat stopped
seeming to burn his eyes as he adjusted to the intensity and pressure. And just
about the time he felt a little more capable of breathing, Jared was beginning
to squirm and clench and release. The only suitable action was to move and
Jensen did so with a slight air of relief.
The first drag out and subsequent push forward was the most intense. Jensen’s
nails dug into Jared’s skin, his entire body shuddering with the force it took
to keep from coming right then and there. A long series of moans and gasps fell
from Jared’s mouth as Jensen slowly picked up a rhythm and pace with his
thrusts. It was those noises more than anything else that had the pleasure
burning so intensely through Jensen. Seriously, Jared really was far too hot
for Jensen to be able to handle.
“Jensen,” Jared groaned once more and arched up into him, rocking back to meet
each thrust. His arms stretched out and hands touched along every inch of
Jensen as if Jared couldn’t get enough of touching. Jensen definitely knew the
feeling.
Their bodies moved like waves together, more fluid then Jensen had ever
imagined. Jared’s heat was intoxicating and burning, lighting Jensen up from
the inside and making him feel like he was hardly human. And then it rose,
strengthened and sharpened, and Jensen wasn’t even aware that he was stroking
Jared’s cock until he felt the warmth of slick come trickling over his fingers.
Everything tightened and burned in one sharp flash. Jensen’s entire body tensed
and his hips snapped hard enough forward it was nearly painful. Their bodies
collided as Jensen’s release tore through him. He’d had plenty of orgasms
before but this one literally made his vision blur for a moment. His chest
ached and his heart seemed to stop before restarting and slamming into his
chest double time.
When he finally collapsed on top of Jared both their bodies were sticky with
sweat and come and every lungful of air Jensen breathed in was heavy with the
scent of Jared. It was enough to make Jensen speechless. He pulled back enough
to fall out of Jared and rolled to the side, arm draped over his eyes with each
heavy pant.
“Jesus Christ.” Jared mumbled some point later, groaning as he rolled over and
threw his arm over Jensen’s body. “Holy shit.”
“Dude.” Jensen agreed with a slow nod, eyes fluttering closed. It was much
easier to keep the room from spinning if everything was in darkness. “Fuckin’
hottest thing ever.”
“Definitely.” Jared nodded along Jensen’s shoulder and pressed his lips to the
still damp skin. “Why were you nervous?”
“No fucking clue.” Jensen muttered, turning enough to pull Jared into his body.
“I stay over?”
“Yeah for sure. Pretty sure my parents won’t care.” Jared panted softly still,
inhaling deeply and exhaling just as slow. “You think they know we’re a
couple?”
“Most likely. Parents are always more aware then we give them credit for.”
Jensen chuckled quietly and slid a hand through Jared’s hair, bending over to
kiss his temple. “That okay?”
“Yeah I think so. If it weren’t then they’d probably have talked to us by now
right?” Murmuring the words, Jared already sounded half asleep and Jensen could
just imagine his smile.
“Probably. Good though, we can spend Christmas together without them freaking
out. You’re gonna love what I got you.” Stroking a hand through Jared’s hair,
Jensen let himself relax just as much, ready to sleep.
Jared laughed in a breathy exhale, patting Jensen’s chest with several fond
slaps. “Bet I will. Damn, we gotta study man.”
“Fuck studying, we’ll do it tomorrow and cram before the final.” Jensen grinned
and shifted back enough to pull up the blanket and slide it over their bodies.
“Not like my brain can work now anyway.”
“Too true.” Jared mumbled and snuggled just a little more into Jensen.
Before Jensen could completely drift off into darkness Jared scooted up and
brushed his lips to Jensen’s, sharing a smile between the kiss before they
settled in for sleep.
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