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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jared/Jensen
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_blindfold_spn
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-24 Words: 1522
****** When I Think About You ******
by juice817
Notes
     Originally posted here. This one didn't turn out quite the way the
     prompter wanted, I don't think. There is no actual penetrative sex,
     for one thing. I just couldn't quite get there without it feeling
     forced and being bad-writing-awkward as opposed to teen-first-time-
     awkward. Oh, well.
Originally posted July 2010
Title: When I Think About You
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: High School AU. Jared and Jensen finally overcome their epic UST at the
school carnival. There may be a kissing booth involved. They can't wait long
enough to get to the nearest horizontal surface, so they do it in the closest
dark corner, bathroom, etc.
Dirty talk and barebacking a bonus. Don't care who bottoms.
Word Count: ~1400
Notes: Originally posted here. This one didn't turn out quite the way the
prompter wanted, I don't think. There is no actual penetrative sex, for one
thing. I just couldn't quite get there without it feeling forced and being bad-
writing-awkward as opposed to teen-first-time-awkward. Oh, well.
 

Jensen looked up in shock from the strong masculine hand holding the required
ticket to meet Jared's nervous but determined eyes. Yeah, they'd been dancing
around each other for months, both clearly attracted and clearly afraid, but he
couldn't believe Jared had worked up the nerve to buy a ticket to kiss him.
He'd never even considered the possibility when he'd been asked to man the
booth. "Jared."
"Hey, Jensen." Jared's throat bobbed and his hand shook slightly, but his voice
sounded casual enough.
Jensen forced his lips into a smile as he reached out and took the ticket.
"You're my first guy." The words were out before he realized how they sounded,
and he turned to drop the ticket into the cash box to hide how red his face
was.
Jared was smiling when Jensen looked back at him, almost a smirk that made
Jensen want to deck him and kiss him at the same time. "Yeah, I know," he said.
"I've been watching."
"That's not creepy at all, stalker," Jensen laughed, but he flushed again. They
were having two conversations at the same time and Jensen wasn't sure he could
keep up. "No tongue for you."
"Not fair," Jared said with an exaggerated pout. "I paid the same as everyone
else, I should get the same kiss."
Jensen stepped forward and grabbed Jared's arm, pulling him in close. "They
didn't get tongue either," he murmured, then pressed his lips quickly to
Jared's. It made his lips tingle, and Jensen was just about to open his mouth
and give Jared his tongue after all when a woman cleared her throat and grabbed
Jensen's arm, pulling him back and breaking the kiss.
"That's long enough, Mr. Ackles. There's a line behind Mr. Padalecki." Mrs.
Hill's face was stern but her eyes twinkled, and Jensen grinned at her.
"Yes, ma'am." He turned the grin on Jared and raised an eyebrow. "I'll see you
later? My shift is over in about half an hour."
Jared's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. "Yeah, see you around, definitely."
~*~
Jensen freed himself from Mrs Hill and the kissing booth as soon as he could,
but he had no idea where to find Jared. His skin will still buzzing slightly
from just the short contact with Jared's mouth. He couldn't believe Jared had
done that, but was so glad he did, because Jensen knew he himself was too
chicken shit to have ever done anything. Now that Jared had taken the first
step, Jensen was desperate to take the next one.
He walked away from the carnival set up in the parking lot toward the school,
trying to get out of the crowds so he could get a better look from the outside.
Jared was tall enough that Jensen should be able to find him in the crowd.
There were very few parents wandering around this early in the evening and
Jared was taller than pretty much the entire student body. He'd almost made it
all the way back to the school when he was grabbed and pulled into the shadow
of a doorway set into the side of the field house. Jensen gasped and tried to
break free, but relaxed when he heard Jared's voice. "It's just me. Jensen."
Jensen turned into Jared's body, pushing his hands up under Jared's t-shirt
without hesitation. Jared sucked in a breath but quickly caught up, bending to
press his lips against Jensen's again. "Do I get tongue this time?"
"Oh yeah," Jensen breathed. "Would've before, but Mrs. Hill..."
"Yeah," Jared said, He pulled Jensen tightly against his body and angled his
head, tongue licking hesitantly over Jensen's lips. Jensen parted them and
touched Jared's tongue with his own, and they both moaned. "So hot, Jen. Wanted
you forever."
Jensen pushed his hands up to curve around Jared's shoulders under the shirt,
pressing as close as he could. He couldn't get close enough. "I know. Jared,
fuck. Can't believe you bought that ticket."
They were kissing frantically now. It was awkward and too wet and their noses
kept bumping but it was absolutely perfect and Jensen felt like he was going to
burn up from the inside out. This was like when he jerked himself off only a
million times hotter and more desperate. He was afraid of how intense it felt,
but more afraid that he'd fly apart without Jared wrapped around him.
"I had to," Jared finally said, and it took Jensen a few seconds to remember
what Jared was talking about. "I had to kiss you but I didn't know if you would
go out with me and then they announced you were doing the booth and it was just
perfect, you know? Like fate. I could kiss you and know how it felt and if you
didn't want me then I didn't have to hear you say no."
Jensen stepped back and tugged Jared's shirt off over his head, then pulled his
own off just as fast. "How could you not know I would say yes? Jared, the whole
school knows I'd say yes. You were the only boy Mrs. Hill sold a ticket to for
my line. I asked her."
Jared laughed and pulled Jensen back in, and they both hissed in a breath when
their bare chests pressed together. "I thought maybe, but dude. You never said,
and I was afraid maybe it was wishful thinking."
"I wish I'd said," Jensen whispered, licking a frantic line up Jared's throat.
"I'm sorry."
"Forget about it," Jared said. "Just - stop talking and touch me."
Jensen reached between them to fumble at Jared's fly. "I want to touch you.
You're so gorgeous, Jared, want to touch you everywhere. Make up for being
stupid."
Jared tangled his hand in Jensen's hair and tugged his head back, meeting his
eyes. "Not stupid. Maybe just not ready."
"Maybe." Jensen finally got Jared's jeans open, and then hesitated. He looked
up, teeth tugging his bottom lip into his mouth. "Can I?"
"Yes." Jared's voice cracked on the word, and his hands moved to Jensen's fly
even as Jensen shoved one hand inside. Jared bit his lip when Jensen's hand
found him, but the wounded noise escaped him anyway. Jensen understood the
noise seconds later when Jared's hand found him in his boxers.
Holy fuck. Jensen jerked off often enough, but it had never felt as good, as
overwhelming, as it did to have Jared's hand on him. He couldn't believe how
different it was when it was someone else. They fell against the wall, brick
digging into their shoulders, mouths working frantically against each other's
as they jacked each other off.
Jared felt huge in his hand, and Jared was leaking all over himself and Jensen
too, and Jensen could feel that he was all wet in Jared's huge hand too. It was
too good and too new and too Jared to last, and Jensen's mouth opened in a
sharp gasp against Jared's as his body jerked and shot all over himself and
Jared and the wall next to them. Jared croaked out something that might have
been Jensen and came right after, adding to the sharp scent and wet mess
everywhere.
Jensen couldn't breathe without filling his lungs with the heavy smell of them
both but somehow it wasn't nearly as gross as it should have been. Not even the
spunk dripping down the wall and thickly covering them was gross. It was them,
and the culmination of years of sidelong looks and half starts of conversation
and, at least on Jensen's part, some pretty epic wet dreams. "Remember when you
moved here?" Jensen mumbled.
"Yeah," Jared said. He sounded drugged, and Jensen knew how he felt. His hand
squelched over Jensen's dick again and Jensen hissed but didn't stop him.
"Seventh grade. You were already taller'n everyone else and I actually thought
I was getting the flu or something because of how my stomach felt when you
smiled at me. Stupid dimples." Jensen reached up and ran a finger over Jared's
cheek.
Jared put a matching stripe of come on Jensen's cheek. "Your eyes did the same
thing to me, that first day. So green. And your stupid freckles."
Jensen wrinkled his nose. "So we could've been doing this the last three
years?"
"Yeah, maybe." Jared laughed. "We'll just have to do it a lot from now on."
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