Previous chapter "Christ, again?" Jensen groans, dragging his jeans on and glaring at Jared. Jared grins up at him from the bed. "Sorry," he says, sounding the opposite of sorry. "You want company?" Jensen eyes Jared, sees how comfortable he is in the huge bed, and nods. Jared's face falls, and Jensen laughs, tossing him his shirt. "Get up. We can get some dinner while we're out." Jared grumbles and slides out of bed, bending over to grab his boxers from the floor and giving Jensen an excellent view of his ass. Jensen isn't sure how he's managing it, but his dick is stirring in his pants again and he turns away. They really need more lube. Again. ~ The MCM Hotel Grande in Odessa, Texas, is conveniently located ten minutes walk from a strip mall, which in turn conveniently houses a 7-11. It's a little humiliating to find that the clerk on duty tonight is the same one who Jensen bought five boxes of condoms and two tubes of lubricant from two nights ago, and the girl grins and winks at him when she sees that he's buying more lube. Jensen blushes and stuffs it in his pocket, making a mental note to either leave town tomorrow or just let Jared buy it next time. He's a little surprised to come out of the store to find Jared chatting amicably to two guys, and he's even more surprised to see that it's Sam and Dean. What the hell? "Jensen!" Jared says with a grin when he sees him. "Uh, hi," Jensen says, not sure what to say. He can't quite get out of his mind the last time he saw Dean - naked, with Sam on top of him. He blushes. Sam nods and smiles a little tightly, but Dean grabs his hand and shakes it, grinning widely. "Dude. What the hell are you guys doing here?" Dean asks loudly, and Jensen can smell tequila on him. Sam looks uncomfortable, and touches Dean's arm when he doesn't let go of Jensen's hand immediately. "Vacation," Jared says. "What about you?" Dean winks at Sam. "Same thing. Vacation. We're staying in a crappy place not far from here, where are you guys?" Jared points up the road towards their hotel, and Dean's face lights up like he's a little boy. "The MCM? Awesome! You guys wanna hang out?" Sam looks even more uncomfortable, and Jensen frowns a bit, but Jared purses his lips and grins. "Uh, sure," he says, and Jensen rolls his eyes at him. ~ It's only when he and Jared are in the back seat of Dean's car on the way back to the hotel that Jared apparently remembers the state of the room. He screws his eyes shut and slaps his hand over his face. Jensen mutters, "Oh now you remember?" and cringes to think of what it's going to look like to an outsider. He and Jared have been in Odessa for almost four days now and have only left the room for food and supplies such as lube and extra batteries for the camera. Jensen leans over to whisper in his ear. "Dude. I left the fucking stocks in the middle of the floor." Jared nods and rubs his hand over his face again. ~ Jensen seriously considers feigning illness when they get to the hotel. Dean's exhuberant and drunk, dragging Sam out of the driver's seat and pushing him towards the door of the hotel. They take the lift up to their room, Dean commenting loudly on what a freakin' fancy place this is, how it reminds him of this girl's apartment building from a while ago when he took her home, but he doesn't get any further than that before Sam hits him, hard. "Dude, what's your problem?" Dean grumbles, and Sam sighs. Jensen fumbles with his keycard for a moment, opens the door to the room, and wishes the ground would open up and swallow him, right now. The bed is an absolute mess - the sheets and blankets are twisted and untucked, and the restraints that Jared had fixed to the headboard are still there, dangling obviously. There are empty condom wrappers everywhere, two empty tubes of flavored lubricant, a large bright green buttplug, a couple of silk ties, and a blindfold. The trash can is surrounded by wadded-up Kleenex which neither of them could be bothered aiming more carefully when they were done cleaning up. Beside the dvd player is Jensen's fairly impressive stack of porn dvds, and they've left the video camera still plugged into the television. The crowning moment, however, would have to be the stocks sitting in the middle of the floor, gleaming blackly at the four of them when they walk in. There's really no mistaking what's been going on here, and Jensen feels his face turning redder by the second. "Oh god," Jared says softly from behind him, leaning his head against Jensen's back. Jensen nods, and is unable to stop himself looking over to Sam and Dean to see their reactions. Sam's about as red as him, but Dean has a huge grin on his face. He walks over and nudges the stocks with his toe, his smile becoming even wider, and sits down on the bed amongst the debris of the past few days. "Wow, you guys have been having fun," he observes. Sam slaps a hand over his face. "Uh, Dean? I think we should go." "Nah, I got an idea," Dean says, picking up the buttplug and hefting it in his hand. "No," Sam splutters, "no no no!" Dean ignores him and looks at Jared. Jensen's busy trying to clean up a little, putting the Kleenex in the trash can and picking up all the toys to stash in the cupboard beside the bed. Unfortunately, when he opens the cupboard, two of Jared's dildos fall out and roll across the floor, coming to a halt next to Sam's boot. Sam looks down and bites his lip, a look of horror and interest strangely combined on his face. Jensen looks at Jared for help, but Jared's staring at Dean with an expression on his face reminiscent of a goldfish. Dean's expression turns wicked, but before he can open his mouth, Sam yells, "Dean! No!" "Oh, c'mon!" Dean drawls, ignoring Sam. "What's the big fucking deal? We've all had sex in the same room, we know we're all fucking each other, and Sam didn't want me to tell you this but down by the river a few weeks ago? We totally knew you were there. Sam got off on it." Sam's mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out, and Dean carries on. "So I don't get why you guys are all trying to be coy and shit. Why not just have sex here, now, out in the open? This bed's pretty big..." He shrugs his jacket off and starts unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing Sam as he does so. Jensen can't move; he's torn between being shocked and painfully turned on - his mind automatically flickers back to that night down at the river, the sight of Sam and Dean fucking, the way Jared got off on it, and when he looks at Jared, he's not entirely surprised to see that he's getting turned on as well. Sam moves suddenly, striding across to the bed and straddling Dean's legs. Dean's shirtless by now, and he helps Sam get his own shirt off while Sam strokes Dean's cheeks and leans down to kiss him. Jensen's suddenly aware of Jared standing right next to him, and he can feel heat pouring off of Jared's body, can smell his arousal in the air. "C'mon," Jared whispers. "No one's ever going to find out..." Jensen wavers, uncertain, but then he glances back at the bed to see Dean lying on his back, his hands tangled in Sam's hair as Sam unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down. "Oh god," Jensen moans, turning back to Jared and claiming his mouth in a kiss, tugging his lower lip between his teeth. Jared mumbles happily and pulls Jensen closer, fitting their bodies together, and they're just starting to get into it when Dean interrupts from the bed. "Hurry the hell up," he grunts, and Jared and Jensen turn as one to see that Sam and Dean are already naked, bodies sliding together, cocks hard and wet and flushed. Sam licks Dean's ear, his jaw, moving down his body and licking his freckled skin while he wraps his hand around both their cocks. Jensen is almost drooling, his heart is pounding, his knees are weak, and he can't take his eyes off of the pair on the bed while Jared methodically strips him. Jensen isn't sure of the protocols in a situation like this - is it okay to touch the other couple? Is it strictly hands-off? Is he meant to fuck Sam or Dean or only Jared? The uncertainty must have been showing on his face, because Dean takes charge. "Just get on the bed," he says, choking on a moan when Sam slides a thumb over the head of his cock, smearing precome over them both. Jensen takes a deep breath and goes for it, pushing Jared back on the bed and straddling his thighs. Sam and Dean are right there, mere inches away; Jensen can feel the heat radiating off of Sam, can sense every move he makes, and if he reached out even just a little, they'd be touching. He's never done this, never even considered it. For so long he's had to hide relationships, hide who he is, who he's with. He can relax a little around friends, but he's never been able to wholly give himself over to what he really needs unless he and Jared are completely alone. It's not like they've never touched each other in public before - Jensen still has fairly vivid flashbacks to the two weeks vacation he had not long ago - but even then there was the awful, constant fear of what if someone finds out? What if they know I was his teacher? This, now, is so far beyond anything he's ever done that he's almost terrified. "Stop thinking," Jared whispers, wrapping his hand around Jensen's cock and tugging it. Jensen smiles tightly at him and glances over at Sam and Dean, realizing that they're probably in the same boat. Even worse, them being brothers. He wonders if they've ever done this before, if Dean's ever brought a girl home for them to share, and wonders if they've ever told anyone else about the true depth of their relationship. He relaxes, leans forward, kisses Jared deeply. Jared's hands come up to cup his ass, stroking the smooth skin, spreading him open for anyone to see. He can hear whispering from Sam and Dean, but can't make out what they're saying until Dean speaks aloud. "Finger him," he says huskily. "Sam wants... Sam wants you to finger him." Jared groans softly and presses a dry finger up against Jensen's hole, circling the rim while they kiss. "Fuck yeah," he hears Sam say softly, and he bucks his hips slightly, wanting to put on a show. There's more whispering, and then Dean says, "You tell him, c'mon." Sam clears his throat, obviously shy. "I want... I want you to fuck Jared's mouth." "Oh god," Jensen whimpers, his cock twitching between himself and Jared. Jared's hands tighten on his ass, and he pulls Jensen up till he's kneeling over Jared's face, his dick hard and leaking. "Yeah," Sam murmurs. "Put your fingers in while he does it." "Can you deepthroat him, Jared?" Dean asks softly, and Jared nods, opening his mouth wide and guiding the head of Jensen's dick into it. Jensen's eyes roll back in his head as his cock is slowly engulfed in that sinful heat, and tries not to buck his hips when Jared's finger returns to his ass. It's too dry, and Jensen's about to stop to grab the lube when he feels another finger stroking his hole alongside Jared's. He looks around; it's Dean, the lube open and lying on the bed next to him as he slicks up Jensen's hole and Jared's fingers. "Fuck," he grunts, and presses his dick further into Jared's mouth, making him take him all. "I want... I want..." There's more whispering from Sam and Dean, which Jensen doesn't really have the ability to understand - Jared's swallowing him down completely, his balls brushing against Jared's chin, and the two slick fingers circling his rim are driving him wild. "Ask him," Dean murmurs, and Sam hums softly. "I want," Sam says, "I want Dean to fuck him with his fingers. Is that, uh, is that okay?" Jensen looks down at Jared, who nods once, quickly. Jensen glances around at Dean; he's staring directly at Jensen, his eyes dark and full of lust, and Jensen nods too. Sam pillows his head on Dean's chest and watches, his hips thrusting against Dean's as Dean slides a finger into Jensen's ass. Jensen feels like he's the star of the show; he tosses his head back and groans, thrusting his hips and fucking Jared's mouth while Dean fucks him. His hands are tight in Jared's hair, and when Jared pulls back for a moment and mumbles something in a gravelly voice, Jensen doesn't hear him properly the first time. "I said," Jared murmurs, hand jacking Jensen's cock, "that I wanna see you kissing Sam..." The words are barely out of Jared's mouth before Sam's right there, right next to Jensen, yanking his head around and slamming their mouths together. It's a three way assault; Jensen's in the middle and he can't fucking process this, doesn't know what to do with his hands. Sam's mouth is strong, confident, and he claims Jensen's tongue in a short-lived battle for dominance. Jensen gives in easily, moaning into Sam's mouth, fucking Jared's mouth, thrusting back on Dean's fingers. His balls are tight and full, his body is overwhelmed with sensation; he's going to come and nothing is going to be able to stop him. "Fuck, I'm gonna," he grinds out, gripping Jared's hair tightly and fucking deep into his mouth, feeling his throat close around the head of his dick. His eyes roll back in his head and he's almost there when Dean barks out, "Stop!" Oh, fuck, no. Jensen whimpers when everything stops; Jared pulls away from his dick, Sam kneels back and grins, and even the fingers in his ass slip out. Jensen's on the fucking cusp, all it will take is the right word or touch, and he'll be gone. "Oh god," Jensen groans, turning to glare at Dean. "You fucking fucker." Dean grins at him. "Our turn," he says smugly, pulling Sam back towards him before pushing him down onto all fours facing away from him. He spreads Sam's legs apart as far as they will go, cupping his balls and teasingly stroking his dick as he does so. Sam twitches and mumbles incomprehensibly into his folded arms; he knows what's about to happen, and Dean winks at Jared and Jensen as he leans in. "Jesus fucking Christ that's hot," Jared breathes, sitting up and pulling Jensen in close till their cocks are pressed together. Dean's tongue flicks out, circles the rim of Sam's ass briefly, and delves inside. Sam moans, clutching the bedcovers, his dick flushed and dripping as Dean licks him inside and out. Jensen's entire body is on fire; his dick jerks in Jared's hand and he almost comes. It's only Jared's tight grip around the base which stops him, and he groans, burying his face in Jared's neck as he lurches back from the edge. "That was close," Jared murmurs, a grin on his face. He winks at Jensen and strokes his cock lightly, turning back to watch Sam and Dean. "You can touch him if you want," Dean murmurs, "but don't even think about leaving any marks." He grins briefly before going back to work, the sounds of his tongue almost louder than the noises Sam is making. Jensen glances at Jared, sees the interest in his eyes, and slowly reaches out to touch Sam's back. He traces lightly up the muscles, over his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his warm, sweaty skin. Sam pants and grunts, hips bucking, and Jared shifts slightly so he can reach Sam's dick. "Oh fuck me," Sam whispers, lifting his head and craning his neck back to try and look at Dean. Jared jacks his cock, smearing wetness over the head, thumbnail catching the slit. Sam cries out loudly, jerking his hips and letting out incomprehensible words, and Dean sits back, licking his lips. His eyes are bright, wild, and he wipes his face with his hand before taking hold of his own erection, smearing his saliva over it and jerking himself. "Sam, roll over," Dean growls, and Sam obeys without question. He sprawls on his back, legs splayed apart, his eyes fixed on Dean. Jared's still touching him, stroking his dick, and Sam closes his eyes and hums in pleasure when Jensen touches him too, closing his hand around Sam's balls and gently rolling them together. Dean chuckles softly, lube in hand as he slicks himself up. "See, Sammy? I'm not an idiot." Sam nods feverishly, forcing his legs further apart, his hard cock resting on his stomach and leaping into Jared's hand every time he strokes over the head. Jensen knows from experience that it's not the most comfortable position, and he can see the muscles in Sam's legs starting to shake. He slides a hand up Sam's thigh, over the smooth skin and into the fine hairs covering his leg, and pushes him open further. Sam looks startled for a moment, then relaxes, the weight of his leg pushing against Jensen's hand while Dean lines himself up. Dean looks at Jared and Jensen and smirks. "You guys just gonna watch, or am I going to get to see you two fuck as well? I think it's only fair..." Sam tugs Dean's head down and whispers in his ear, and Dean grins at him and kisses him lightly before turning to Jensen. "Sammy here wants to see you on your back, Jenny boy," he drawls. Jensen wants to hit the man for calling him that, but the look of pure lust in Sam's eyes is enough to deflect his irritation. "Want to see Jared fuck you," Sam whispers, his face bright red from both shame and arousal. Jesus, how can Jensen refuse that? "How do you want me?" he asks huskily, his voice rough with desire. "On... on your back. Next to me," Sam says quietly, glancing to Dean for approval. Dean shrugs and nods. "Sometime tonight would be good," he adds, before leaning in and licking Sam's mouth open while he guides his dick into Sam's hole. "Nnnnnnngh," Sam grunts, his mouth hanging open while Dean presses inside him. Jensen can't tear his eyes from the sight of Dean's cock sliding into Sam's ass, slick and smooth and burning hot. He waits till Dean's all the way in before slipping off of Jared's lap and moving onto his back next to Sam. While Jared's grabbing the lube and popping it open to slick himself up, Sam glances over at Jensen and grins. Jensen grins back, and his face falls open when Sam wraps his hand around Jensen's cock. Dean isn't moving, he's waiting for Jared, and Sam shifts his hips a little uncomfortably, forcing Dean to slide out a little and in again. "Come on!" Sam groans, unable to stop his small movements. Jensen knows how he feels; he knows how it is to be so full of cock and be craving that movement. Jared's kneeling before Jensen moments later, cock hard and slick, and he fingers Jensen briefly, opening him back up, before yanking Jensen's hips up and onto his thighs. Jensen feels like he's floating, he's dizzy and his head is spinning despite him being on his back. Jared's hands on his hips ground him, those hands pulling him in, spreading him open, that cock pressing inside relentlessly till Jared's all the way in, his balls bumping against Jensen's body. He reaches out, needing to touch something, and the first thing he encounters is Sam's hand. They don't need to say anything; they just grab hold of each other, and Jensen can feel the exact moment when Dean thrusts hard for the first time. Sam's grip tightens, his body clenches, and he grunts loudly, his legs splayed as Dean fucks him. Jared's not far behind, he wraps his huge hands around Jensen's ass and fucks into him hard, cock dragging relentlessly over Jensen's prostate and making his eyes roll back in his head. Jensen's hands are sweating; he almost loses his grip on Sam, and is surprised when Sam reaches over further and grabs his cock. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelps, bucking into Sam's grip, his hand big and hot around him. "Touch me?" Sam begs, his eyes heated and desperate. Jensen can't resist, and he hears Jared and Dean both groan when he slides his hand across Sam's stomach to take hold of his cock. He turns his head a little, facing Sam, and Sam does the same. Their faces are less than an inch apart, and Jensen can feel Sam's breath tickling his lips. "Go on," he hears Jared whisper, and he barely even has to move before he and Sam are kissing. Christ, Jensen is so close to the edge he's going to explode any moment, and Sam feels like he's in the same boat. Jared fucks him soundly, not slowing his pace or giving Jensen a moment to rest. "Hottest... fucking... thing... ever..." Dean moans, clenching up and coming, his final thrusts almost hard enough to push Sam up the bed. Jensen agrees; between Jared fucking him, Sam kissing him, and the show going on right next to him, it's almost too much, and he lets go of Sam's mouth, panting breath onto him as he comes and comes and comes, covering his chest and Sam's hand, his balls clenching and emptying with such force that some even goes past his head. "Oh god," Sam groans, his lips brushing against Jensen's. Jensen tugs his dick harder, faster, and it's mere moments before Sam cries out Dean's name and comes hard. It's only Jared left now, and Jensen looks up at him, at his wild eyes and tangled hair, his hands gripping Jensen's hips tightly. Dean pulls out of Sam and shifts around behind Jared, running his hands over his arms and kissing the back of his neck. It's like a trigger - Jared's eyes roll back in his head and he groans loudly, thrusting once, twice, and a final time, his dick spurting inside Jensen, heating him and slicking his passage. None of them seem to be able to move; they stay how they are for a few long seconds before Jared starts to topple over. Eventually they're able to separate enough to grab tissues and clean up a little, but anything more than that is too much effort and they all crawl into bed, yanking the twisted covers up as much as possible. Jensen falls asleep with Jared pressed up behind him and Sam in front of him; it's sweaty and hot and chaotic, but Jensen is too tired and satiated to care. ~ In the morning, Jensen's stiff and sticky, his ass sore and thighs aching from the way Jared had fucked him. Inside, though, he's never felt better in his life. He rolls over and snuggles into the warm heat of Jared's body, and is suddenly aware that there are two bodies missing from the bed. "I think they left before the sun came up," Jared says drowsily, and when Jensen looks around the room, he sees a note on the bedside table. It's from Sam - there's a crude drawing of four stick figure people engaged in what looks like a mad game of Twister, and the comment 'See you back at school!' "I like your roommate," Jensen says, tossing the note aside and sliding back into Jared's embrace. "Yeah," Jared chuckles. "I like his brother, too." Next chapter Back to High School AU page |
