Previous chapter Jared's feeling out of place and insecure here, surrounded by people older than himself in Steve's smoke-filled lounge. They're all drinking tequila and smoking weed, and here he is on the couch, pressed up against Jensen's side as Jensen talks to Steve. Steve's plucking at a guitar, seemingly at random, and the notes are reverberating through Jared's head like bells. All he can think right now is that Steve's gotta be the coolest person in the world, and Jensen's never looked sexier than he does right now, with his skin-tight black tshirt and jeans that look like they were painted onto his ass. Jared's feeling hazy and slightly stoned from the smoke filling the room; he's feeling drunk on Jensen's presence, the feel of his thigh pressed firmly against Jared's. Jensen's ignoring him - he has been for the past half hour, almost - and Jared feels a weird tightness in his belly whenever he looks at his teacher, his head pressed close to Steve's. They're murmuring to each other, and when Jensen gives Steve a private smile and laughs softly, Jared finds himself grinding his teeth. He goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face, and when he pokes his head back into the lounge, Jensen's leaning on Steve's shoulder, whispering in his ear. Jared shakes his head and goes to get his coat. He's just about to put it on, ready to leave, when he feels a hand land on his shoulder. He turns; it's Jensen, eyes smoky and dark with weed, smelling like spice and tequila. "Where you goin'?" Jensen slurs, frowning at the coat in Jared's hands. "Leaving," Jared says shortly. "Why?" Jensen looks honestly confused, and Jared glares at him. "Dude, I don't even know why you invited me here," he grates, pushing Jensen's hand off his shoulder and shoving an arm into the sleeve of his coat. "I... Christ, Jared, I just wanted you to meet my friends. You know. Get to know me outside of... of school, y'know? I still kinda feel like you think of me as your teacher all the time. What the hell's wrong?" Jensen looks hurt, and Jared bites his lip. "It's. It's just... I don't fit in, man. And what the hell's with you and Steve?" A look of comprehension passes over Jensen's face. "Me and Steve? Fucking hell, Jared, he's been my friend for years. You don't... you don't gotta worry about Steve, man." Jensen's suddenly right in Jared's face, fingers clenched in the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. Jared can smell the weed on Jensen's breath, can see the thin rim of green iris against the black of his pupils. Without thinking twice about it, he lets Jensen take his hand and pull him back into the lounge. They end up back where they were, on the couch, but this time Jensen's got his hand on Jared's knee as Steve plays a song Jared doesn't know. He's leaning close, singing softly in Jared's ear, the notes low and rough, the words hot and sharp and going straight to Jared's dick. He can feel himself getting hard, and Jensen smiles against his face as his hand slides up to cup Jared through his pants. Jesus Christ. Jared panics inside, his brain trying to convince his legs that they're in public, they shouldn't be doing this, that he should go now now now! He ignores the messages, and groans deep in his throat as Jensen pulls himself onto Jared's lap so he's straddling him in front of the whole room, in front of Steve, and starts kissing him. "Dude, we shouldn't..." Jared gasps around Jensen's tongue, a token effort at stopping him. "They're friends," Jensen whispers, his hand stroking Jared's face. "It's safe." Jared smiles and tilts his head back, pulling Jensen close for another kiss. Jensen's fingers are combing through Jared's hair, tugging gently as he pushes his tongue against Jared's mouth, seeking entry. Jared whimpers softly and lets him in, gripping Jensen's hips tightly, wishing it was skin he was touching instead of clothing. He can feel Jensen's dick pressed against his stomach, tight and hot in his jeans, and he starts sweating all over when Jensen grinds down hard against him. God, he could probably come like this, Jensen on his lap, Jared's cock rubbing against Jensen's crotch, letting Jensen ride him in return. He imagines he can feel Jensen's heart beating in time with his own, increasing rapidly in speed as they fuck each other's mouths and ride each other's dicks. Suddenly, Jensen's pulling away, and Jared tries to follow him, not sure why the kissing has stopped. Jensen's got a hand against his chest, and he leans to the side and whispers in Jared's ear, "Let's find somewhere a little quieter." Jared blushes bright red when he realizes that he'd gotten so lost in Jensen's mouth and hands, he was about to lose control in front of all Jensen's friends. Not cool. Jensen pulls Jared up off the couch, not bothering to hide the fact that his cock is so hard it's practically poking out the top of his jeans. Jared blushes even brighter, tugging his shirt down to cover his own erection, and as they leave the room, Steve yells out, "Don't you dare fuck on my bed, asshole!" Jensen gives him the finger, pushes Jared into the hall, and closes the door. They barely make it a foot from the door before Jared's slamming Jensen up against the wall and pressing himself against his body. He feels like he should be ashamed of how much he wants Jensen, how much he wants to touch every inch of him and watch him fall apart underneath his hands. His hips are thrusting relentlessly against Jensen's thigh, and the air in the hall is stuffy and smells like sex. Jared's dizzy; his skin feels too tight, and Jensen's fingers pressing into his sides are burning him, branding him. He can't stop kissing Jensen, can't stop licking his mouth and tasting the weed and tequila on his breath, can't stop the needy grunts that seem to be coming from deep inside his chest. "Want you, Jay," Jensen chokes out, pushing Jared's legs apart with his thighs to press up between them. "God, want you right here, want you on your goddamn knees..." "Soon, jesuschrist," Jared whispers, kissing Jensen till he's dizzy and stupid, body thrumming with lust. He can't stop grinding his hips against Jensen's, feeling Jensen's hard dick pressing hard against his. Jensen's fingers are digging into his ass, and he's whispering filthy-hot words into Jared's mouth as they rock and groan and slide together. Jared can feel his balls tensing, tightening, the hot purr of climax starting to churn through his body. He's too hot; he's so damned tight, and he fumbles between their bodies to get his pants undone and his dick out. Jensen's knocking his hand away immediately, clumsily taking hold of Jared's cock and jerking it roughly. Jensen's hand is so fucking hot, damp and sweaty and he's gripping so tight, too tight, and Jared can't do anything except blindly fuck Jensen's hand as he comes, wet and glorious and everywhere, body wracked with shudders as Jensen holds him up and purrs into his mouth. The hallway echoes with Jared's choked whimpers, and in the distance, he can hear the faint sounds of the party. It seems a long way away. Jensen squeezes his ass and rubs his still-hard cock against Jared's thigh, and Jared smiles. He collapses to his knees in front of Jensen, thumbing open Jensen's button-fly jeans. Any other time, he'd tease, opening them one button at a time, leaning in to gently mouth the hot flesh slowly revealed. Tonight, he tears them open, and is kinda glad he's already on his knees, cause when he sees that Jensen's not bothered with underwear tonight, his cock twitches, more spunk seeping from the head as his body tries to come again. Jensen's dick is the most gorgeous thing Jared's ever seen; so damned long and smooth and jesusfuckingchrist it's all damp and swollen at the head, curving up towards Jensen's belly and every time Jared breathes over it, it twitches towards him. "Please," Jensen whispers. His fingers are tangled in Jared's hair, all sweaty and clinging, tugging the strands almost painfully, and Jared dares a look up through his bangs. "God, you really want this," Jared breathes softly. His fingers tug gently at Jensen's jeans until they're wrapped around his thighs, and Jensen's completely exposed in this dimly-lit hallway, with people not a meter away through the door. His shirt is rucked up around his waist, showing off his flatly muscled stomach, and Jared leans in to lay soft, wet kisses on the warm skin. Jensen writhes under him, and the sharp smell of musk fills Jared's senses as he slowly mouths his way down to Jensen's straining dick. "Come on!" Jensen grunts, his hips snapping forward as he tries to push his dick into Jared's mouth. "Yes sir," Jared says cockily as he opens his mouth wide and sucks Jensen in as far as he can manage. "Damned... goddamned mouthy son-of-a-bitch," Jensen mutters, and Jared smiles up at him, loosening his hold on Jensen's hips, allowing him to fuck his mouth gently. He relaxes his throat, letting Jensen thrust just a little further each time, and swallows convulsively when he feels the blunt head press against the back of his throat. It's only then that he realizes his nose is almost pressed against Jensen's belly, and when he glances up, his teacher is giving him a look like Jared had just gotten an A+ on his assignment. Jared pulls off slowly, keeping up the tight suction, before tilting his head back slightly and putting his hands against the wall; an open invitation for Jensen to fuck his mouth. Jensen lets out a breathy little moan, and Jared's getting hard all over again as Jensen takes a firm grip on Jared's hair and starts thrusting. Jared's got tears in his eyes; he's choking and swallowing and humming around Jensen's swollen dick; loving the salty-bitter-musky taste of him. Before he realizes it he's got his hand on his own cock, slipping through the mess of come in his pants as he jerks himself back to hardness, Jensen fucking his mouth like it's the sweetest ass he's ever had. When Jared pulls off completely and lets his hand take over, Jensen moans a complaint. Jared just looks up at him, eyes dark with sweat and lust, and rasps, "I'm feelin' a bit clean... you wanna do something about that?" Jensen's head falls back and his hips thrust forward, once, twice, fucking Jared's tight fist, and Jared leans forward again just as Jensen comes, long streams shooting out of his cock and covering Jared's face and neck. Jared groans like it's the most amazing thing to ever happen to him, and his dick jerks in his hand as he manages to come again, a few weak spurts sliding down his fist to join the come already covering his wrist and stomach. There's a few moments of silence, as Jared leans his head against Jensen's thigh and tries to catch his breath. Eventually, he's able to take note of his surroundings again, and laughs when he sees what they've done. "Dude, Steve's gonna kill us if he finds us like this." Jensen looks down, and he's gotta laugh. "Finds you like this, you mean. I'm pretty clean." It's kinda true. Jared's got come dripping off his nose and chin, covering his hand and arm, staining the front of his pants. He blinks up at Jensen, trying not to let any drip in his eyes, and sees that Jensen's got a few drops on the end of his dick, and the rest of him has escaped unscathed. "Not on," Jared grouses, and Jensen just laughs more. "Calm down," he grins, "I'll clean you up." Jared cocks an eyebrow up at Jensen, and lies back on the musty carpet in the hallway. "Get to work, then," he says with an imperious motion. "Yes sir," Jensen whispers, and gets down on the floor. Next chapter Back to High School AU page |
