Previous chapter Jared thinks that maybe the presentation his lecturer is showing the class might be important, but to be honest, he's having a little trouble concentrating. It's dark and warm in the lecture theater, half the class is dozing, and Jared squirms in his seat, twirling his pen and trying to look like nothing untoward is going on. A girl a few rows down turns around and looks at him curiously, mouthing are you okay? when he lets out a bitten-off groan, and Jared gives up pretending to pay attention. Jensen's mouth is sinfully hot and wet, his tongue lapping at him before enveloping the head of his cock almost painfully gently as his hand grips him by the base and strokes firmly. Jared throws his head back, leaning it against the wall behind him, and spreads his legs further apart, feeling Jensen jostle around underneath his desk as he changes position slightly to take advantage of the widened gap between Jared's legs. He slides his hands over Jensen's face, feeling the shape of his cock inside his mouth, and thumbs his wet lips, stroking his way inside and along the slick shaft of his cock. It's the first day of Jensen's two week vacation, and as Jared spurts helplessly into his mouth, his muffled whimpers thankfully drowned out by the noise of the presentation, he wonders idly if he's going to get any sleep at all over the next two weeks. --- By the end of the day, Jared's come to the conclusion that not only is he not going to get any sleep, he's not going to get any work done either while Jensen's on vacation. Mere moments after school had finished on Friday, Jensen had shown up in Jared's late afternoon lecture, where he had proceeded to duck under the table and suck Jared off within approximately half a minute. Jared had gotten his own back; when the lecturer turned the lights back up, Jared had pulled Jensen close, shoved his hand down his pants, and jerked him off slowly under the desk till Jensen was writhing in his seat and mouthing filth against the skin of Jared's neck. Jared can't remember a single thing about the presentation. He hopes like hell it isn't going to be in the exam. Jensen hangs around for the rest of the evening, even going so far as to join Jared in the dorm common room for a dvd someone's put on the large-screen tv in the center of the room. The couches are set out in rows like a movie theater, and Jensen curls up next to him under the blanket Jared's provided. The movie starts - it's that Leonardo DiCaprio movie, The Departed, which Jared hasn't seen - and Jensen's hand immediately slips beneath the blanket, coming to rest on Jared's groin. He's tempted to say no - he kinda wants to see this movie - but then Jensen's slowly tugging his zipper down and pressing his hand inside Jared's underwear, and the protests die on his lips. It's not long before they end up lying together on the couch, ignoring the others around them as they kiss. Jared's entire body feels like it's on fire; he's sweating and twitching as he ruts against Jensen beneath him, licking his way into his mouth and sliding against his tongue. They're both trying to keep the blanket from falling off - having people watching you make out is one thing, it's another thing entirely to let them see that you both have your cocks out and you're frantically fucking each other's fists. Jensen bites Jared's ear and comes all over his stomach with a loud groan. "Shut up!" someone yells, and Jared grins as he tugs Jensen's hips down a little, aligning himself better as he humps and grinds till his cock jerks and spills into the warm space between their bodies. --- "I should go," Jensen murmurs later that night, his hands wrapped around Jared's ass as he presses him into the wall and ruts against the cut of his hip. "Yeah," Jared says breathlessly, "you should... in a minute." He bends slightly, opening his mouth over Jensen's and losing himself in the warm heat. A couple of guys from Jared's dorm pass them, and Jared hears laughter and someone grunting, "Get a room!" as they head on up the stairs. The concrete wall of the stairwell is cold against Jared's back, and he's seriously tempted to drag Jensen upstairs to his room and push him down on his bed, and lick and suck and fuck him till they're both panting and gasping. It's like Jensen heard his thoughts; he groans loudly into Jared's mouth, the hard line of his cock in his jeans pressing insistently against Jared's thigh, and Jared can feel his own erection straining at the zipper as he pushes a thigh between Jensen's legs and grinds against him slowly. They don't make it to bed; Jared comes right there in the dimly-lit stairwell, his hands on Jensen's ass and his cock spurting fluid heat into his pants. --- It's Saturday morning, and Jared knows he should be in the library studying - he's got exams in less than a month - but instead, he and Jensen are lying out on the grass in front of his hall, making the most of the late fall sun. Jensen's on his back with a hat pulled down over his face to block the sun, and Jared's lying on his stomach, picking blades of grass apart as he updates Jensen on all the things that have been going on in the week since he'd last been able to spend quality time with his boyfriend. Last night doesn't really count, seeing as there was more making out and coming than actual talk. "...so Allison isn't speaking to Kristen anymore after finding out that Milo hooked up with her at the party over in Dougherty last weekend, which I think is ridiculous cause it's been over a month since Allison and Milo were together. Besides, he's totally slept with Lauren since then. Oh, and Chad's got a new girlfriend - she's a huge slut, so I guess they're good for each other. I think she's called Alexis. I don't see him much anymore cause he's at UTSA but Sandy says he's actually doing work so I guess that's okay but I really need to make an effort to actually call him sometime. I think he's still working at the grocery store, maybe I'll go see him tomorrow or something. Oh, and Sandy's going out with some chick called Erica, I think it's pretty serious. Haven't seen her in a while either, I think she's way busy with classes." Jensen pulls the hat off his face and sits up on his elbows. "Dude, what's with all the fucking gossip? You're like a chick or something! Did your dick fall off last night?" Jared grins and grabs his crotch lewdly. "You wanna find out?" Jensen glances around the area; it's only about nine in the morning, so most students are still in bed and there's only a few dedicated ones heading to the library. Jared scoots up so he's lying right next to Jensen, and wraps a hand around his neck to tug him close for a kiss. The sun's beating down on his face, a cool breeze blowing his hair into his eyes, and Jensen's skin tastes like clean sweat and soap as Jared licks and kisses his way down his jaw. Jensen hasn't shaved since yesterday morning, and his stubble is rough against Jared's mouth. They're both panting quietly, and the little whimpers that Jensen's letting out make Jared consider things he shouldn't, like taking Jensen right here on the lawn, right out in the open. He parts his lips and licks the shell of Jensen's ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and biting gently as Jensen's hands massage his shoulders and pull him closer. They're both quietly, blissfully aroused, mostly-hard cocks pressing heatedly against each other's hips, and Jared tugs Jensen into a roll till he ends up on his back with Jensen sprawled across his body. "Still think I'm a chick?" Jared asks roughly, his voice low and purring. Jensen raises an eyebrow. "You don't kiss like any girl I've ever made out with," he replies, leaning down to press his mouth against Jared's neck. "You've never made out with a girl," Jared laughs, wrapping his arms around Jensen's waist and tangling their legs together. The change in position rubs Jared's dick right hard up against the groove of Jensen's hip, and he throws his head back, gasping. "Precisely," Jensen says softly, lifting his face to catch Jared's mouth again. --- When Jensen flops into the seat opposite him at the table in the library later that day, Jared raises an eyebrow. "Thought you were going home," he says, shifting the towering stack of books aside so he can see Jensen properly. "Did," Jensen replies. "Got bored, so I came back." He grins blindingly, slouching back in his seat and stretching his legs out to catch one of Jared's feet between his own. "Um. I'm kinda studying," Jared says, pointing at the books and his laptop. "Take a break," Jensen says bluntly. "You've been going since I left, that was two hours ago." Jared's about to object - just because Jensen doesn't have exams anymore doesn't mean he can come and bug Jared - when he feels a bare foot slide up his leg and between his thighs. He's instantly, blindingly hard, and Jensen's grin widens as he uses his toes to rub Jared's cock through his pants. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear," Jared growls, snapping his laptop shut and shoving it in his bag. He almost knocks his books off of the table when he stands up, grabs Jensen's arm, and drags him towards the back stacks in the old library. --- "Oh, God. You want me to die, don't you?" Jared whimpers later on that day. He and Jensen are crammed into a tiny booth at a coffee shop, and Jensen's been whispering filth into Jared's ear for the past half hour, ever since they left the library. "Just havin' fun," Jensen says innocently, taking a sip of his venti half-caf mochaccino with a shot of caramel and extra foam. Jared eyes it suspiciously and leans forward to lick the foam off of Jensen's upper lip, at the same time reaching under the table and taking hold of Jensen's balls in one hand. Jensen almost hits the roof, jerking forward in his seat and knocking Jared's empty cup over. "Dude!" he hisses, looking around the half-empty cafe. Jared chuckles softly; Jensen's up against the wall with Jared blocking any view of him, and there's nothing to stop him from just reaching down and... yeah, there it is. He wraps his hand around Jensen's half-hard cock and tugs it a few times, enjoying the tense set of Jensen's muscles against his side as he grips the edge of the table. "What are you doing?" Jensen mutters quietly, his voice sounding uncharacteristically high. "Checking you still have balls," Jared replies, ignoring the fact that it's Jensen's dick he's got his hand on. "That's the girliest damn drink I've ever seen." He glances around again; everybody's involved in their conversations or laptops, so no one's going to notice surreptitious handjobs anytime soon. He grins and starts stroking firmly, feeling an answering pull in his own groin when the head of Jensen's cock starts leaking, making his hand and wrist sticky as he jerks him off. Jensen's a mess; his body fluid and leaning against Jared's as he holds on for dear life, biting his lip and screwing his eyes shut as he bucks his hips and whimpers softly. Jared bends close to whisper in his ear, tells Jensen what he's gonna do to him next time he has the chance; lay him out, lick every part of his body, spread him open and fuck his ass with his tongue, make him beg and moan till his voice cracks from want. Jensen's breathing is harsh against Jared's neck, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick him. Jared tightens his grip, speeds it up, no longer caring that it's probably now completely obvious what he's doing under the table. Jensen bites down on Jared's shoulder as he comes, drenching Jared's hand and his own pants. Jared uses Jensen's napkin to wipe his hand off, then takes a slurp of the cooling cup of coffee on the table as Jensen folds up against the wall and recovers his poise. "Party tonight at Lourdes," Jared says innocently. "They've got a hot tub." Jensen nods. "Awesome." --- It makes sense that they end up in the fucking bathroom. Or, as it turns out, in the bathroom fucking. There're girls everywhere; how had Jared forgotten that this was one of the female-only dorms? Apparently Jensen was quite the hot piece of ass (not that Jared needed telling, thank you very much) and the painted-on jeans and touch of eyeliner he'd put on for the occasion had turned out to be goddamned chick magnets. "Dude, some girl grabbed my dick!" Jensen growls in Jared's ear as they cram themselves into a stall at the far end of the bathroom. "Can't blame her, really," Jared says with a grin. "Did you like it?" "I'd been staring at your ass for hours, she just got lucky and grabbed me at the right time," Jensen mutters, his face flushing a dull red that has nothing to do with the sickly sweet cocktails he'd drunk. Jared's lost count of how many he's downed himself, and he's feeling decidedly giddy and reckless. "I mean, I'm used to people grabbing my ass," Jensen continues, "which, by the way, is NOT something I should be used to, I mean, why would you grab some stranger's ass? It's just rude! Do I have a sign on it saying 'free ass grabs' or something? Seriously, I don't know where these girls get off..." Jared interrupts Jensen's tirade by leaning forward and kissing him, wet and open-mouthed and a delicious slip-slide of tongues and lips. Jensen shuts up immediately and tugs Jared closer to him till their bodies are flush together, rubbing and pressing in all the right places. It's such a small space that Jared can't move an inch without banging his elbows against something, but it's all worth it when Jensen leans against the door, unzips his pants and tugs down his boxers. He grins cockily at Jared, whose eyes are immediately drawn down to where Jensen's hard cock is poking out of his open jeans. Slowly, gently, his breath loud and echoing through the bathroom, Jared takes a hold of it, watching as a drop of fluid leaks from the head and dampens his hand. Managing to tear his eyes away from it for a moment, he whispers in Jensen's ear, "You want me to suck you?" Jensen nods, open need decorating his face, his lower lip caught between his teeth and his eyes shining behind his glasses. Jared takes a step backwards and seats himself on the closed lid of the toilet, then tugs Jensen's cock gently, pulling him towards him. It's right in front of his face, hard and wet and smelling of musk and sex, that tempting bead of precome decorating the flushed head. Jensen wraps a hand around the base, tangling the other in Jared's hair, and he says quietly, "Open your mouth." God, it's been days since Jared had this; the bitter-salt taste of Jensen's cock, the warm masculine scent of his body, the feel of him stretching his mouth, almost choking him as he wriggles his tongue up and down the shaft. Jensen's moaning continuously, his fingers rhythmically massaging Jared's head as he bucks his hips and fucks Jared's mouth. Sticky precome is spilling almost constantly from his slit, filling Jared's mouth with flavor and heat, and Jared opens his eyes, glancing up to see the look of bliss on Jensen's face. He pulls off momentarily and takes over with his hand, sliding it up and down the slick shaft as Jensen whimpers. "You wanna come in me or on me?" he asks, his voice gravelly and rough. Jensen inhales sharply, hands caressing Jared's face as he tugs him back towards his cock. "In you," he says in a broken voice. "Wanna come in your mouth..." Jared grins and opens wide, taking Jensen all the way in till his nose is almost buried in the coarse hair at the base of Jensen's cock. The scent is strongest here, and Jared resists the need to get his own cock out as he pushes Jensen's pants down till he can take hold of his hips. He's probably gonna leave bruises, but can't bring himself to care as Jensen lets go, groaning loudly, not caring who can hear him fucking himself in and out of Jared's mouth. His cries crescendo, reach a peak, and Jared screws his mouth down around the head, sucking hard as his hand strokes the shaft, swallowing convulsively as Jensen spills himself, hot wet and bitter into his mouth. Jared's good; he almost gets it all, only having to wipe up a small amount from his chin when Jensen's done. Jensen looks like he's about to collapse, and Jared's dying for some action of his own. He's about to get his own cock out when they hear a couple of girls come into the bathroom. "...that guy with the glasses and the jeans and blonde hair, did you see him?" "Are you kidding, Mandy? He's totally gay!" "No way! He smiled at me." "Whatever. I tried to grab him, but he ran. Hundred percent gay, girl. Damn shame, cause what I felt was not bad at all." "I'm so going to prove you wrong." "How, exactly?" Jared looks at Jensen and smirks. Jensen's still spaced-out, running on empty as he fumbles with his pants, finally managing to get his dick back inside his boxers and his zipper done up. Jared reaches behind him and unlocks the door, ignoring Jensen's muffled protests as he drags him out of the stall. The two girls at the mirror turn as one to stare at them. Both of them turn bright red simultaneously at the sight of Jensen looking incredibly debauched and a little shellshocked. "Did you..." one says, trailing off and resorting to gaping and pointing. Jared nods. "I just sucked his dick," he announces with a grin, hoping the girls are drunk enough that they don't remember this when they see him next. For now, the hot tub beckons. --- The weather's turned, and the light drizzle has sent the partygoers inside the dorm, cramming the lounge and dining areas with a seething mass of sweaty, horny bodies. Jared doesn't give a rat's ass about the rain, and he heads outside to the relative peace and quiet it offers, basking in the cool night air as he strips down to his boxers beside the large hot tub on the deck. He glances behind him at the rain-streaked windows, the bright lights inside shining half-heartedly out into the night, and climbs into the tub. It's kinda awesome the way most of his body is covered in fantastically hot water while the cold rain pelts down on his shoulders and head. He moves around a little till he's right over one of the jets, and ... oh yeah. "What the hell are you doing?" an amused voice breaks through Jared's reverie. He opens his eyes and grins at Jensen, who cocks an eyebrow at him and starts to strip off. "Jets. Against my ass. Feels fucking awesome, man." Jensen laughs and climbs slowly into the tub next to him, scooting around till he's right next to Jared. "Where were you?" Jared asks, shifting his body to make room for Jensen pressing up against him. He lets his arm fall down over Jensen's shoulders, massaging the muscles of his upper arm as Jensen bends in and licks his neck. "Just had to do something," Jensen says evasively, distracting Jared with a tongue on his nipple, just below the waterline. Jared murmurs contentedly, happy to let Jensen do what he wants to him. His cock is hard in his boxers, the swirling water caressing him softly as he half-floats in the tub, Jensen's hands slip-sliding all over his body. He can feel the jets of water pulsing against his balls, stimulating him in a way he's never felt before, and he moans softly, the sound swallowed up by the pattering rain and loud music from inside. "You ever fucked in a hot tub?" Jensen asks him in a rough voice. Jared opens his eyes and sees Jensen staring avidly at him, his eyes clear and bright without his glasses on. "Never," Jared admits, wrapping his hands around Jensen's slim hips and pulling him over to straddle Jared's thighs. "Have you?" "Once," Jensen says quietly as Jared pushes his boxers down far enough to stroke his ass, play with his hole. "I learned a valuable lesson." "Which was...?" Jared murmurs, placing open-mouthed kisses on Jensen's neck as he explores and finds... "Whoa!" "Get lubed up beforehand," Jensen chuckles, squirming and tugging at his boxers till they're off, floating behind him in the water. He settles himself right up next to Jared's groin, the head of his cock bumping Jared's stomach and his ass right over Jared's erection. "God," Jared chokes out. His hands fumble over Jensen's skin, spreading his ass cheeks apart as Jensen gets Jared's cock out through the slit in his boxers. Before he can completely comprehend what's going on, Jensen's kneeling up over him and guiding his cock to where it needs to be, then slowly lowering himself down. Jared throws his head back against the side of the pool, gasping in the cool night air, feeling raindrops fall inside his mouth as his cock sinks all the way inside Jensen's body with almost no resistance. Jared can hear people laughing, screaming, shouting, a mere couple of yards away inside the building. Out here it's quiet panting, soft moaning and the increasingly heavy rain pelting down on them as Jensen rides his cock, his hands tight on Jared's shoulders as they thrust and fuck together. The hot water only adds to the sensation, eddying round Jared's balls and stroking the base of his dick as he bites his lip and fucks himself deeper into Jensen's ass. There's sweat rolling down their faces, mingling with the rain, and they can't take their eyes off of each other. Jensen looks unfocused, softened, and whether that's from alcohol, sex or lack of glasses, Jared neither knows nor cares. He speeds up, fucking harder, faster, and Jensen nearly screams when he comes, the heat spurting from his cock against Jared's stomach almost hotter than the water. It's too much; the sensation, the entire fucking situation, the clench of Jensen's ass around his cock, and Jared hits his peak, emptying himself inside Jensen as he grunts and babbles incoherently. The rain is nearly torrential, splashing off the deck and running down their upper bodies. Jared holds Jensen close and kisses him, neither of them caring about anything except for each other. --- After the excitement of Saturday, Jared's determined to get some study done on Sunday. He's a little surprised, then, to see Jensen enter the library, especially after Jared had made him swear to leave him alone just for that one day. It's odd - he's not wearing his glasses, and is carrying a brown leather jacket that Jared's never seen before. He's glancing around, obviously looking for Jared, who wonders whether he should hide behind his books or go and greet him. His mind is made up for him when Jensen looks in his direction, grins, and heads towards him. "Dude, I thought we had an agreement," Jared sighs. He doesn't want to push Jensen away, but having the man around is about the most distracting thing in the world, and if Jared fails any of his papers he'll lose his full ride. "Not that I know of, Sammy," Jensen says, and Jared blinks. Looks a little closer, and realizes that shit, this isn't Jensen. "Okay, that's just scary," Jared says, backing away from the guy who up close obviously isn't Jensen. Jensen likes to shave more often than once a week, and he definitely never had that scar on his forehead. Also, Jensen's eyes are brighter green and his freckles are much more obvious. "You're not Sam," the guys states baldly, a frown on his face. "No, I'm Jared," Jared replies. "Sorry, you look almost exactly like my boyfriend..." "And you look like my brother's twin," the guy laughs. "I'm Dean. Nice to meet you." He grins and sticks his hand out, and Jared grabs it and shakes it. "I'm Jared. And, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that your brother Sam is my roommate. People are always asking if we're related." "Last name Winchester? Bit of a drama queen, into angsty music and brooding silences?" Jared nods. "Don't forget the snoring." --- Apart from that slightly surreal moment, it's a completely boring and mundane day. Jared manages to get through most of the topics for his biology paper, and makes a start on some of his IT work. Jensen meets him for dinner, and they spend the evening at Jensen's apartment, screwing around and playing Playstation before Jensen drops Jared back at his dorm not long before midnight. "You wanna come up?" Jared murmurs, rubbing Jensen's thigh with his hand as he licks his ear. He knows he shouldn't; he's got an 8am class the next day and he never gets much sleep with Jensen around. "Shouldn't," Jensen replies. Jared nods and moves closer. They end up in the back seat of Jensen's Honda, crammed into the small space, the windows steaming up as they lick and suck and drive each other to the brink and over. There's something akin to a Titanic moment when Jensen comes, and Jared makes a mental note to tease him about it later. After he's finished coming all over the upholstery, that is. Jared sneaks into his dorm room quietly, still buzzing from the high, and doesn't notice that Sam's got someone in his bed till he hears the soft moans of two guys and the creaking of the frame. He rolls over and grins into his pillow, looking forward to grilling Sam about it the next day. Christ, maybe Jensen's right - he IS turning into a chick from all the gossip. He reaches down to check his balls are still there before drifting off to sleep. In the morning, Sam and his mysterious partner are still asleep when Jared gets up, and he manages to catch a glimpse of short brown hair and a freckled brow before the guy rolls over to face the wall, still snoring loudly. Sam wakes up when Jared comes out of the bathroom, and grins uncomfortably when he sees the look of glee on Jared's face. Jared gives him a thumbs-up and mouths details later, okay? before he heads off to his lecture. --- It's dinnertime when Jared eventually gets back from his day of back-to-back lectures. He joins Sam at his table and dumps his tray down before flopping into his seat with a sigh. "Long day?" Sam says wryly, drowning his fries in ketchup. Jared makes a face and passes on the ketchup, grabbing the salt instead. "Longest," he mutters. "Nine fucking hours of lectures. I'm lucky I get a lunch break." "Sucks to be you," Sam says calmly, grinning when Jared glares at him. "That reminds me," Jared says, "who's the guy you hooked up with last night?" Sam turns bright red and lowers his head, pretending to be absorbed in his meal. "No one," he says quietly, shoving a couple of fries in his mouth and licking the ketchup off of his fingers. "Oh really? Cause no one was snoring all night, and with him AND you? I barely got any sleep!" "Coulda been worse," Sam says snarkily, "you could have heard us fucking all night." "Touché," Jared replies with a roll of his eyes. "Fine, keep your mystery boyfriend a secret. I'm sure I'll find out eventually. Oh, I didn't get to tell you - I met your brother yesterday." Sam's head jerks up and he stares at Jared, something akin to fear in his eyes. "You, uh, you met Dean?" "Yeah," Jared replies. "I thought he was Jensen first off, and he apparently thought I was you. Has he gone home?" "Uh, yeah. He, um, he was just up for the day." Sam seems a little nervous with the entire topic, and Jared decides to drop it in favor of stuffing his face. --- u stil coming 2 meet me aftr class? definitly, im so fukin bored. nothin 2 do but wank. stop saying shit like that, im in a lecture! oh, like how this morning i spent half an hr wanking in the shower? takin it real slow to make it last. stuck a fingr up my ass & came so hard it almst hit the roof. stop it hpe you dont have plans 4 2nite apart frm getting fucked not ne more dare u 2 go 2 yr last lectur w/ a buttplug in. then i can just pull it out & fuck u w/out having 2 prep fuck off Jared grimaces and wishes that Jensen didn't have so much control over him as he locks himself in his bathroom, buttplug in hand, before his last lecture. It's not like he's never worn one of these before, but never for so long. He glares at it momentarily, eyeing the bulky base and wide shaft covered thickly in lube, before gritting his teeth and bending over to insert it. --- Jensen's waiting outside the entrance to the lecture theater, and Jared gives him a death glare when he sees him. The fucking buttplug had been rubbing him mercilessly all through his class, and he might as well have not gone for all the attention he paid. Jensen grins at his discomfort and stares blatantly at his crotch, and Jared reddens, grabbing Jensen's arm and dragging him away. "You did, didn't you?" Jensen crows when they're mostly alone. "You wore it!" "Shut up," Jared growls, trying not to walk like a duck as they cross the campus towards Jared's dorm. It's quite a way - it had been bad enough going to his lecture, but now it's even worse - and by the time they get to Marian Hall, Jared's struggling to walk in a straight line, his dick pressing insistently against the zipper of his jeans. "Elevator or stairs?" Jensen asks, a wicked smirk on his face as he takes in Jared's flushed features and blown pupils. "Elevator," Jared grunts, pushing the button. He's not gonna make it if he has to climb two fucking flights of stairs. The elevator dings open, and he shoves Jensen inside, following close behind and wincing as the plug scrapes against his prostate. They're halfway there when the lift grinds to a halt, jerking suddenly as it stops and makes a pathetic whining noise. "Oh, you are fucking kidding me," Jared breathes as Jensen tries pushing the 'open door' button to no avail. There's an emergency phone on the wall, and Jared picks it up, hoping that someone will be on the other end. "Campus Elevator Services," a business-like voice says. "Um, hi. My boyfriend and I, we're in the elevator in Marian Hall and it's just stopped." There're a few electronic sounds on the other end of the phone, then the voice returns. "Can you hold tight for about ten minutes? I'm sending a maintenance crew over now." "Sure," Jared says, and puts the phone down. He looks at Jensen and shrugs. "Guess we gotta entertain ourselves for ten minutes or so." Exactly one minute and thirteen seconds later, Jared finds himself plastered up against the elevator doors, the buttplug lying forgotten on the floor as Jensen eases his way inside his ass. It's quick and dirty, Jensen giving him a fantastic reach-around as he fucks him, the slick sounds of grunting and skin slapping seeming incredibly loud in the small, stifling place they're stuck in. Approximately seven minutes after Jared hung the phone up, he's bucking up into Jensen's grip and coming all over the doors, and Jensen's biting his neck and groaning his orgasm into Jared's skin. The maintenance crew arrives not long after to find them both sitting on the floor, looking like they've just run a mile. After they're let out, the guy in charge pulls them aside and says quietly, "My boss said to let you know that there are cameras in the elevators." He winks and turns away, and Jensen bursts out laughing as he pulls Jared towards his dorm room. --- Jared only has one class on a Friday, and it's not till the afternoon, so he doesn't feel any guilt in asking Jensen to stay Thursday night. Unfortunately, it's the same night Sam decides to bring his mysterious boyfriend back to the dorm as well. It's too dark to see what the guy looks like, and both Jared and Jensen feign sleep till both Sam and his boyfriend are in bed above them. "Who's he?" Jensen says under his breath right in Jared's ear. "Dunno," Jared replies, just as quietly, "Sam's real touchy on the subject. Won't tell me." They both fall silent, wondering whether Sam and his boyfriend are going to go to sleep, but no such luck - mere minutes pass before soft pants become audible, the bedframe creaking slightly as the pair above them shift around. They can hear murmuring and groaning, slick sounds of skin on skin, and the stifled mumblings of two people doing their best to remain quiet. In the dark, underneath, Jared reaches down between his and Jensen's bodies and takes a hold of his cock, stroking slowly. Jensen stifles a gasp in his hair and follows suit, fisting his own dick, pressed firmly up against Jared's belly. Soon their noises almost rival Sam's, and the unspoken rules concerning sex in dorm rooms are broken as both couples become louder and more free with their sounds of pleasure. Jared finds himself lying on his back, Jensen's cock between his thighs, and he's about to spread his legs further, perhaps get fucked for the first time since Tuesday, but Jensen shakes his head in the dark. "No lube," he mutters, and Jared curses. He'd meant to go buy more today, but it had completely flown out of his mind. No matter; he clenches his thighs, gripping Jensen's cock with them tightly, and slides his hands onto Jensen's ass, gently guiding him till he's fucking the space between Jared's legs. It's hot and slick and sweaty, and soon Jensen's grunting with the effort, the coarse hair on his stomach rubbing against Jared's dick and driving him mad. It's almost like a competition to see who can last the longest. Jared can hear the distinctive sounds and rhythms of someone above him getting fucked, the slick sounds of cock in ass, balls slapping against thighs, not-so-muffled grunts of fuck yeah and harder filtering down. The atmosphere is charged, electric, reeking of sex and musk, and Jared's mouth fall open in a gasp when Jensen comes, hard, not bothering to muffle his cries as his spunk dampens Jared's thighs and the sheets beneath him. Jared rolls over, ignoring Jensen's squeak as he's dumped right in the wet spot, and kneels up, straddling Jensen's hips as he takes his cock in hand. The noises above them are reaching a peak, and Jared tries desperately to listen in case Sam moans the name of his boyfriend, but the feel of Jensen's hands wrapping around his own on his cock are too distracting. The entire bedframe is rocking noisily, creaking and groaning and Jared hums and pants as he thumbs the head of his cock and jerks his hips, come shooting out of him and spattering Jensen's chest and face in hot streaks. "Fuck, so good," Jared moans, unable to filter himself. There's an answering moan from above, as the pair on the top bunk reach their climax almost simultaneously. The next morning, Sam's partner has vanished, and Jared finds himself quite unable to look Sam in the face. Jensen blushes and leaves the moment he finds his socks, unwilling to talk about it even to Jared. --- It turns into this unspoken thing - don't mention what goes on at night. Sam's boyfriend comes to visit a lot over the next week or so, but only when it's dark and Jared still doesn't know what he looks like. Sam's avoiding him in the daylight hours, and Jared can't help but wonder if Sam's fucking someone he shouldn't be. He mentions it to Jensen one night after a rousing session of awesome sex - Jensen on his knees, holding himself open as Jared fucked him slowly till he was a writhing mass of need while Sam and his partner grunted and moaned and fucked above them. There had been twin sets of snores filtering down from above for some time now, and Jared knows that once Sam's asleep he usually stays asleep for a while. "It kinda hurts, y'know?" Jared whispers, tucked up so close to Jensen that he can feel every breath the other man takes. "Don't tear yourself up about it, man," Jensen replies. "He'll tell you when he wants to. I dunno, maybe it's one of his tutors or something and he thinks he'll get in trouble." --- It may have ended there if Jared's Friday afternoon class hadn't been unexpectedly cancelled. He heads back to his dorm, and doesn't even think about knocking on the door before unlocking and opening it. Jared's jaw drops as he takes in the scene in an instant. A completely naked Sam is sprawled in a desk chair, legs spread and head thrown back, and a similarly naked Dean is kneeling on the floor between his legs with Sam's dick most of the way down his throat. When they hear Jared enter, they both look sharply at him and Sam shrieks, "Get the fuck out!" before pushing Dean away and grabbing a hoodie to cover himself with. Jared stands there for a moment blinking stupidly; Dean's sitting back on his haunches with a smirk on his face, not bothering to cover himself, and Sam's bright red, looking like he might burst into tears. "Um. Sorry," Jared says carefully, "I'll, uh, I'll leave you to it. Um." He yanks the door open and flees, mind spinning. --- "He what?" Jensen's voice is shocked, and Jared can't blame him. "Sam's brother, Dean. He came to visit a while back, I thought he was only here for a day, but just now I walked in on him going down on Sam!" "You absolutely sure?" Jensen asks. "Dude, they were naked. No fucking doubt!" "Jesus," Jensen mutters. "You think that's the guy Sam's been having over every night? It would explain why he didn't want to tell you about it..." "I dunno what to say to him, man," Jared says quietly. "You're gonna have to talk to him eventually," Jensen says. "He's your roommate. And let him tell you his side of the story before you jump to conclusions." "I know," Jared says. "I think I'm just gonna need some time to process it." "If it helps, think about how taboo it was for us to be together in the beginning, and how scared we were that someone would find out and tear strips off of us," Jensen says. "Uh, Jen? We're not related. Sam and Dean are brothers! And they're fucking!" "Yeah, I heard you the first time," Jensen snaps. "Calm down already! It's not the end of the world. Besides, who's it really hurting? It's not like they're going to make little Sams and Deans, is it?" "No, but..." "I think you're gonna have to get over it otherwise the rest of your year is going to absolutely suck," Jensen says bluntly. "Can't believe you're taking this so calmly," Jared says with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Well, I'm not the one who has to deal with the brother-loving roommate," Jensen replies, amusement in his voice. "Fuck you," Jared grumbles. "Maybe later. Hey, we still on for tonight?" "Hell yeah!" Jared says. "I mean, you're back at school next week, we gotta make the most of your time off." "Awesome. I'll come pick you up around eight. Wear something slutty; the club we're going to isn't somewhere you'd wear scruffy jeans and a plaid shirt." "Slutty. I can do that..." "I recommend those pants you wore to my birthday party." Jensen's voice is dark and smooth, and Jared feels his dick twitch at the reminder of that night. "I'll see what I can dig up," Jared purrs. "See you soon." After Jensen's hung up, Jared ponders the issue of Sam and his brother for a moment before shoving that into the 'think about it later' pile. He's got more important things to worry about for now. Like trying to find the perfect top to go with his pants... --- Sam and his brother have vanished when Jared gets back to the dorm room. He's honestly not surprised, figuring that Sam needs a bit of time to get his head around it too. Unbidden, thoughts of what's been going on for the past week rise in Jared's mind; him and Jensen listening to Sam and his brother fuck, listening and getting off on it, letting it spur their own arousal to new heights. Jared finds himself leaning against the wall in the shower, his hand wrapped around his dick as he remembers what he saw for that brief moment when he walked in on them two of them earlier. God, Sam's body was to die for, all lean flesh and sculpted muscle, and Dean was just as gorgeous. Seeing them together, Sam clutching at the short strands of Dean's hair as he fucked his mouth and moaned, Jared wonders if that's what he and Jensen look like. If so, fuck, why hasn't Jared gotten himself a video camera yet? Just the thought of watching a recording of Jensen getting fucked has Jared coming all over his clenched fist. Maybe this whole Sam-and-Dean thing isn't as disgusting as he'd originally thought. He considers the matter as he rummages through his closet to find a top to match his pants. --- Jared doesn't even get carded at the club, which doesn't surprise him much. Ever since he topped six feet and filled out his muscles, hardly anyone bothers anymore. It's a place he didn't even know existed till Jensen told him about it; a gay club, apparently, with pounding music and flashing lights like on Queer as Folk, but without the dancing boys in cages. Jared's gotta admit he's a little disappointed about that. The entire place is writhing, seething, an anonymous crowd of men pulsing to the rhythm of the music. Jensen tugs him over to the bar, and Jared follows, not wanting to lose him. "You come here a lot?" Jared shouts after they're set with a couple of beers. "Used to," Jensen yells back, "before I started teaching full-time." "Why'd you stop?" "Met you!" Jensen rolls his eyes at Jared for asking such a stupid question. The idea of Jensen coming here alone makes Jared feel a little uncomfortable. Did he come here with an ex-boyfriend? Or just to hook up and get fucked by some stranger? Jared clenches his teeth when he sees the shadowy back room and the couples going in and out. "I didn't hook up with random strangers every night, if that's what you're worrying about," Jensen murmurs in his ear before biting the lobe gently. "I just came here with friends a few times, and one or two exes. I don't do random hookups." Jared turns and grins nervously at him before taking a swig of his beer and slamming it down on the bar. "Wanna dance?" he asks, eyeing the crowd on the dance floor with a little trepidation. Jensen flashes a grin at him and they head out into the mass of people. There's barely room to move, let alone dance. Jared finds himself with his back pressed up against someone else's, and Jensen plastered to his chest. It's almost instinctive to wrap himself around Jensen, hands gripping his ass firmly as he shoves a thigh between Jensen's legs. "Never been anywhere like this," Jared says right against Jensen's mouth, their mingled breath passing back and forwards between them. "Never danced like this..." "It's easy," Jensen replies, his eyes gleaming wickedly, "just hold tight and pretend like we're having sex." It really is easy. They move to the beat of the music, bodies undulating and thrusting together. Jensen's breath is hot on Jared's neck, and his fingers curling into the rips in Jared's pants to caress the skin of his ass. "Never gonna get tired of touching you," Jensen murmurs, and an all-over shiver goes straight through Jared's body. "Good," Jared breathes, "cause if you don't touch me soon my balls might just explode." Jensen laughs softly and drags his hand over Jared's crotch, settling on his balls and squeezing gently. Jared throws his head back and humps against Jensen's hand, the thin fabric of his pants no barrier at all to sensation. His cock is hard to bursting in his pants, and he ruts shamelessly against Jensen's hip under the dim, flashing lights of the club. Someone tries to move between them, and Jared snarls at them, the sound feral and wild as he bares his teeth. The guy blinks at him and backs off, holding his hands up in surrender as Jared pulls Jensen even closer to him so there's not even space for air between their bodies. Jensen's whimpering helplessly, thrusting and rubbing against Jared's thigh, squeezing and stroking his ass as he bites his lip and works to get himself off. Jared can taste the beer on Jensen's breath as they kiss, hard and deep and long, and he slips a hand beneath the waistband of Jensen's tight jeans and down, pressing up against his hole and teasing it with the tip of a finger. "Oh, fuck," Jensen gasps, his hands clenching tightly to Jared as he bucks his hips and comes. Jared hums contentedly, bringing his hand round the front of Jensen's pants and feeling the heavy, damp fabric slipping over the head of his cock. He can feel his own balls tightening in anticipation, and when Jensen yanks open the ties holding his pants together and wraps his hand around Jared's dick, he groans loudly and jerks, covering Jensen's hand in sticky come. "Why did we bother coming here?" Jared asks Jensen as they make their way over to the bathroom to clean up. "We might as well have just stayed home and had sex there." "Wanted to dance with you," Jensen says simply. Jared can't seem to find a reason to complain. --- When Jared arrives back at the dorm after Jensen dropped him off, Sam's waiting up for him. "Dude, it's like two in the morning," Jared says, surprised. "I was going to be quiet when I came in, y'know..." "Um, I kinda think I need to talk to you," Sam says, twisting his hands together and avoiding Jared's gaze. Jared's suddenly reminded of the last time he saw Sam, and cringes inwardly. "Okay," Jared says carefully, sitting down on the edge of his bed, leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees so he doesn't crack his head on the frame. "I'm not gonna apologize," Sam says abruptly. "It's my decision to make, mine and Dean's, and I know it's kinda ... illegal and shit, but it's the way we've always been and I'm not gonna stop just because someone disapproves. Besides, it's totally consensual and it's not like we're gonna have babies, so the only people it's hurting is us. And maybe Dad if he finds out but he's not gonna." There's an uncomfortable silence in the room, and Jared chews his lip thoughtfully before replying. "Did I ever tell you how Jensen and I met?" "No..." "He was my teacher. We got together while I was still at school, in my final year, and we spent a good six months concealing it from everyone so Jensen wouldn't lose his job. So, um, it's not quite as dodgy as what you're doing, but I do know something about loving someone who society says I'm not allowed to." Sam stares at him in surprise. "So... you're not gonna run screaming and try to get yourself a new roommate?" Jared shakes his head. "Hell no. I mean, it's still kinda weird and a little icky maybe, but it could be worse - you could be bringing a girl back here every night instead." He shudders theatrically, and Sam laughs. --- "This sucks," Jared moans as he watches Jensen fold his laundry and put it away. He's sprawled over Jensen's bed in his tiny bedroom, chin resting in his hands as he follows Jensen around the room with his eyes. "Huh?" Jensen replies, distracted by the loss of a sock. Jared reaches underneath himself and extracts the missing sock, tossing it at Jensen's head. "You're back at school in two days, which just happens to coincide with my classes finishing. Way unfair, man." Jensen snorts and throws the now balled-up socks back at Jared. "I didn't really have a choice about when I could take my vacation, dude. I tried for after your exams but they said now or never." "At least it's gonna be Christmas soon," Jared says drowsily, rolling onto his back and fiddling with the ends of his hair. "Yeah..." Jensen says quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What're you doing for Christmas?" Jared asks, rolling over so he's curled up against Jensen, his face pressed against his thigh. "Probably going back to Dallas for a week or so to see my family," he replies. "Oh..." Jared says. He honestly hadn't even thought about the upcoming Christmas break and what he and Jensen would do. "You wanna come with me?" Jensen asks. Jared sits up, surprised. "Seriously? You mean, meet your family and everything?" "Sure. I've met yours. Well, I haven't met your brother, and I've only met your sister as a student at school." "Oh god," Jared whimpers. "Please tell me she's been able to keep her mouth shut." "I think I'd know by now if she'd spilled," Jensen reassures him. "You got lucky, man - my sister's a demon compared to yours." "I can't wait to meet her," Jared says sarcastically, and Jensen grabs him in a headlock. Jared resists, struggles, and they fall to the floor, landing on the still unfolded pile of laundry. Jared plucks a thong off the pile next to his ear and cocks an eyebrow at Jensen. "Dude. Dude. You wore this and didn't show me?" he complains. "Yeah, last week," Jensen replies calmly. "You tore it off me. Obviously, I might as well have not worn it for all the attention you paid it." He sniffs loudly, and Jared pings the thong at him, laughing at the offended look on Jensen's face. "Your family know about me, right?" Jared says thoughtfully. "They know I've got a boyfriend. They don't know that I was your teacher. And, uh, better that they don't. They're kinda religious, and it was hard enough for them to deal with the fact that I'm never going to get married and have two point four kiddies and a house with a white picket fence." "I'll keep my trap shut," Jared reassures him. "Besides, who's to say we won't get a house with a white picket fence one day? We could do it just to spite them." Jensen just grins at him and gets back to folding laundry. --- They end up on the roof of Jensen's apartment block with a bottle of tequila and an inflatable mattress, wrapped around each other for warmth and occasionally taking sips directly from the bottle. "I talked to Sam," Jared says drowsily, his nose buried in the short hairs at the base of Jensen's skull. "Yeah?" "Told him he could do whatever he liked with his brother, that I wouldn't judge him." "Nice," Jensen replies, taking another drink and passing the bottle to Jared. He sits up and drinks, the cool, sticky, sweet liquid sliding easily down his throat to pool warmly in his stomach. "You wanna go away somewhere over Christmas? A road trip or something. Just the two of us, no roommates or family or classes or people judging us..." "What, just get in my car and go?" "That'd be awesome," Jared murmurs, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms and legs around Jensen like a barnacle. "It would," Jensen says with a grin, turning his head to kiss Jared. His lips are warm, droplets of tequila still clinging to them, and Jared kisses back like he's starving for it. It's a clear night out, with the stars shining brightly and the moon illuminating the dark roof, but neither of them notice. Next chapter Back to High School AU page |
