Something's Gotta Give

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Jared's mom ruffles his hair and his dad clears his throat nervously when Jared comes downstairs all decked out in his tux. His mom makes some comment about how tall he is, how handsome he looks, and his dad just grins and makes a joke about how Jared's still got a couple of inches to go before he becomes a real Padalecki like his brother.

Jared just rolls his eyes and opens the door for Sandy. They pose for the usual photos before getting into Jared's dad's truck and heading over to Chad's for more photos.

"Why aren't you taking Tania?" Jared asks on the way there. Sandy shifts uncomfortably.

"I asked, kinda quiet-like, if I'd be allowed to take a girl. I was told no."

Jared grits his teeth and just nods. He hadn't even bothered finding out if he could take a guy as his date; even if he could, showing up with the IT teacher on his arm would not be the best thing to do.

"She's going though, right?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll see her there. I'm sure you'll see Jensen there too." Her voice is light and teasing, but Jared can hear an undercurrent of worry.

"Sandy, don't worry about it," he begins, but she interrupts.

"I do, though! You're... it's. You and a teacher, Jared, it's just. I dunno. I mean, it's not like he's fifty years older than you or anything, but..."

"He loves me," Jared says quietly. "And I love him."

"Really?" Sandy sounds skeptical, and Jared glances at her.

"Yeah," he replies, and something in his voice must have sounded right, cause Sandy looks at him and smiles like the sun's coming up.

~

Jared's not sure how he managed to miss the fact that Chad is a complete and total man-whore. He can't even remember the name of the girl Chad finally asked to the prom; he figures he asked her yesterday, and wonders if they'll still be talking by the end of the night. Whatever happens, Jared's pretty certain Chad'll be fucking someone in the back of his car by the end of the night. If she happens to be the brunette with legs up to her ears who's currently on Chad's knee, well, that's just lucky.

He's just glad Alona's not at Chad's place; after the whole debacle with Jensen (and really, Jared was of the opinion that a week's detention was nowhere near enough punishment for what she'd done) Jared's pretty sure he'll smack her one if she comes anywhere near him.

Huh. Perhaps he shouldn't have let Chad pour him that drink; he's pretty sure there's vodka in it.

After the photos, they all pile into the limo and Jared tries not to look at - Joanna? Jessica? - on Chad's lap, all lips and hair and fingers going where Jared wishes they wouldn't, not in front of him. Sandy pokes him in the side and they share a grin, whispering in each other's ears exactly what they'd both rather be doing, each trying to gross the other out the most.

Jared wins when he talks about felching.

~

Jensen feels like a complete and total ass. Apparently he's somehow managed to get his first teaching job at some rich, private school, and this means he's expected to go the whole hog and put a tux on for the prom. He remembers his own prom pretty clearly; he'd ended up getting his dick sucked by the prom king at the afterparty. None of the teachers had worn tuxes to his prom, hell, half of them didn't even bother with ties.

He can't understand why he's standing in line with all the other teachers, meeting his students and their dates. It's not like he doesn't see most of them almost every single day. It's times like these that Jensen feels like he really doesn't belong here, in this blue-blooded school with its fancy uniforms and weird traditions.

Then Jared walks in with Sandy, and every drop of blood in Jensen's body heads south so fast he gets dizzy.

First the tie, Jensen decides. Probably with his teeth. Yeah, teeth. He'll push Jared down onto his back and sprawl over him, biting his tie and tugging the knot open. Then... the top button of his shirt, just enough to expose the hollow of his throat where Jensen loves to lick and suck and stroke. Oh yeah. Then all those tiny buttons on the waistcoat; he might need his fingers for those, but no matter, cause his mouth will be busy at Jared's neck. Once that's gone, it's an easy task to tear that crisp white shirt open and bathe Jared's chest with his tongue. He'll be rutting hard against Jared's thigh by this time, cock hard and leaking in his pants, and he'll probably be moaning softly as Jared writhes beneath him, perfectly styled hair getting all messed up and sweaty.......

"...and this is my partner for the evening, Sandra McCoy."

Jensen blinks. Oh, right. He's supposed to shake Jared's hand and greet Sandy and pretend like he wasn't just thinking about sex. But from the look in Jared's eye, he ain't fooling nobody. Jared grins at him, shakes his hand, and glances slyly down to Jensen's crotch, and he's just thankful that his pants aren't that close fitting. Sandy giggles and waves a hand, and then they're heading into the ballroom and it's time to greet the next couple.

~

Jared's mind is miles away as Sandy tugs him towards their table. She pushes him down into the seat, rolls her eyes at him, and tells him to mind her handbag while she goes to see if Tania's here yet. Jared grins foolishly at her, his mind still full of Jensen and his tux; Jensen with his sexy glasses and that black suit and the tie and his hair all sticking up like it does when he's not being Mr Ackles. He barely notices when Sandy comes back, waves a hand in front of his face, and tells him she'll be back in half an hour. She grabs her bag and vanishes, and Jared doesn't see a thing except for Jensen standing with all the other teachers. He occasionally glances in Jared's direction, and even from across the room, his gaze makes Jared's dick jump in his pants.

He dances; he's expected to. Apparently it's not the done thing for Prom King nominees to sit out the dancing, even though he feels like some kind of overgrown ape on the dance floor. Sandy holds him close and tells him to just relax, and then pinches his ass and scolds him gently in his ear when she feels his hard-on pressed against her stomach.

"Can't help it," Jared mutters. "Have you seen him? God, Sandy... how much more do I gotta dance?"

"Not long," she teases. "Then you can go fuck him in the bathroom or something."

Jared groans and buries his face in her neck, trying desperately not to hump her.

~

They finally meet when Chris gets up to do his speech. They're behind the backdrop of the stage - the only place they could find which wasn't already occupied - both nearly out of their minds with desire. It's been a painful evening of smoky glances, occasional brushes as they pass, and much in the way of adjusting of pants. It's dark and musty back here, and Jensen wishes he could see Jared as he undresses him, undoing his tie and shirt and pants to get at that warm, smooth skin. Jared's moaning deep in his chest, biting at Jensen's mouth as they press up against one another. Huge hands are squeezing and groping Jensen's ass, and he finally manages to get Jared's pants down and Jared turned around so he's face-first against the wall.

"Shouldn't you be out there, waiting for your name to be called out?" Jensen hisses sharply in Jared's ear as he fumbles with the small packet of lube in his pocket and smears it over his fingers.

"Nah... Justin's way more popular," Jared gasps, thrusting back against Jensen's hand as he fucks him with two fingers. It's harsh and rough and fast, has to be, and Jensen can smell the sex in the air as he clumsily pulls his own cock out and slides the condom on.

"Hope you're right," Jensen murmurs, biting Jared's earlobe as he presses his dick inside him. He can hear Chris talking about the prom tradition, and all sorts of other bullshit, as he slides in and out of that slick, tight heat. It's surreal; he wonders if he's going to end up having his dick sucked by the prom king again, and then Jared's reaching around and grabbing his hand, dragging it up to his cock and wrapping his fingers around the stiff length.

"God, you're such a slut for my dick, aren't you?" Jensen breathes. Jared moans and quickens the pace, his ass slapping against Jensen's balls, one hand scraping against the wall as the other guides Jensen's hand up and down his heated erection.

In the distance, Jensen can hear Chris announcing the Prom Queen. Joanna someone; Jared laughs and says that Chad might actually be fucking his date tonight. Jensen ignores him and thrusts harder, faster. Jared moans like a porn star, and Jensen finds himself whispering huskily in Jared's ear, "You been practicing on yourself when I'm not around, Jay? You been using that dildo I gave you? God, I can practically see it... want to see you fuck yourself, Jared..."

Jared groans and comes, the thick streams painting the wall in front of him. Just as Jensen's losing it, clenching and thrusting and grimacing as Jared's ass tightens around him, he hears the announcement for Prom King.

"Jared Padalecki!"

"Oh, fuck!" Jared whimpers. He pulls forward, Jensen's dick slipping out of his ass, and Jensen's really fucking glad he put a condom on cause that's when he finally comes, biting down on Jared's neck as he pulls away and starts tidying himself up.

Jensen leans against the wall and laughs softly to himself as he watches Jared leave, attempting to do up his tie, buckle his belt, and tame his hair all at once. He tugs the condom off and wraps it in a handkerchief, and takes his time cleaning himself up. By the time he emerges into the ballroom, Jared's wearing his crown and being congratulated by his friends. Jensen grins, and winks when Jared throws a glance in his direction.

~

Someone's spiked the punch. That's the only reason Jensen can think of for him being in the same limo as Jared and Sandy and Chad. Chad's date seemed to think that because she was Prom Queen, she could have any guy she liked, and didn't need Chad. Jensen isn't sure what happened to the girl Sandy had been busted making out with earlier, but he doesn't really care. Jared is all hands; Jensen remembers how affectionate Jared had gotten after just one shot of tequila, but maybe affectionate isn't the right word for how Jared's acting right now.

Horny. Yeah, definitely. And despite what Jensen likes to tell himself, Jared's not only bigger than him, but stronger than him, and put those things together with Jensen's inability to refuse anything Jared wants...

Yeah, he's in a limo with three of his students, one of the sitting on his lap and making out with him. Huge hands are cupping his face, stroking his cheeks as Jared's tongue twists inside his mouth, hot and sharp and tasting like vodka. Jensen's had a few himself; it seems that although the administration here frowns upon same-sex couples at the prom, they're quite happy to overlook a little vodka in the punch. Jensen finds himself with his hands on Jared's ass, head tilted as far back as it can go as Jared moans and rubs against him.

"Jared, we shouldn't..." Jensen manages to whisper. Jared shakes his head, and replies, "They're friends; it's safe."

Jensen hesitates, but then nods and goes back to kissing Jared. He can't get enough of kissing him, the feel of his wide, warm mouth pressed against his, his tongue delving and dancing inside him. Jared's hands are running all over his chest, strong thumbs pressing hard against his nipples through his shirt, and Jensen feels a whisper of air against his skin when Jared starts sliding his buttons open.

"No, no, please dear God get a fucking room already!"

Jared stops what he's doing to glare at Chad. Jensen blinks and comes back to earth, and looks around to see Chad and Sandy staring at them wide-eyed.

"Uh," he says eloquently.

"Shut up," Jared snarls. "You all but had your cock in Joanna's hand on the way here."

Sandy lets out a sudden giggle before slapping a hand over her mouth.

"Dude!" Chad moans. "It's Mr Ackles! That's ... that's just wrong, man, and I know I always bug you for details but right now, I'm quite happy with just the verbal ones, not the visuals!"

Jensen's planned reply of 'uh, um, well,' is interrupted when the limo pulls up at Justin's parents' beach house. Sandy gets out and takes Chad's wrist, pulling him along too. Chad glares balefully at Jensen.

"Please tell me you're not coming to the student afterparty," he grumbles.

"Fuck off," Jared says lazily, running a thumb over Jensen's cheek as he stares into his eyes. "You two run along, I just wanna..."

"Don't need to know!" Chad barks, and he slams the limo door behind him.

Jared doesn't object when Jensen leans past him and knocks on the driver's window, telling him to go for a half-hour drive, anywhere.

"Want you," Jared moans as the limo pulls away. "Want you in my bed, wanna see you spread out and naked in my bed, wanna fuck you so bad." His hands are everywhere again, pulling Jensen's shirt out of his pants, his voice breathy and low in Jensen's ear.

"Your parents..." Jensen mumbles, all restraint flying out the window as Jared peels his shirt open and pushes the edges aside to lick at his chest.

"Gone out," Jared says around Jensen's nipple. He's tonguing it gently, lightly, and Jensen hisses softly as a thrill of arousal shoots through him.

"But..."

"Won't be home till midnight..."

Jensen's resolve vanishes when he looks at his watch and sees that it's only half ten. Jared shifts on his lap, rubbing his erection against Jensen's stomach and whimpering into his neck as Jensen gives the driver new directions.

~

By the time the limo finally pulls up at his house, Jared's almost crazed with need. Jensen feels so fucking good under him, all sharp angles and firm muscle, and if it weren't for the image Jared has in his mind of Jensen sprawled across his navy sheets, Jared woulda had his hand in Jensen's pants, jerking him off while he ate at Jensen's mouth.

They tumble out of the limo, half out of their tuxes already, and Jensen presses Jared up against the front door, rubbing his erection against Jared's ass as he fumbles with his keys. Jared's panting constantly, and when he finally gets the door open, he doesn't bother with switching any lights on, instead just slamming the door shut and dragging Jensen upstairs by his arm.

Finally they're there; they're in Jared's room. Jared doesn't bother being embarrassed about all the kid things in his room, like the poster of Jennifer Love Hewitt and the stuffed bears in the corner. All he cares about is getting Jensen naked in his bed, like he's dreamed of for what seems like forever. He pushes his teacher backwards, making him lose his balance and fall onto Jared's bed, and Jared's on him in moments, tearing his tux the rest of the way off as Jensen's hands tug at Jared's own clothes. He's so fucking gorgeous; all tanned skin and tight muscles, long lean lines and heat. Jared straddles him, their cocks rubbing together, and licks Jensen's mouth, seeking and gaining entrance. The air of the room is close, musky, and Jared tangles his fingers in Jensen's choppy hair as they kiss almost violently.

"Wanna fuck you," Jared pants. "Need you so bad, please Jensen..."

"Wait," Jensen murmurs, a strange light in his eyes. "I wanna see you fuck yourself with that dildo I gave you... just like you do when you're jerking off. Please?"

Jared sits up, his face flaming red and his cock jerking.

"I..."

"Please..." Jensen bites his lip and looks so damned eager Jared can't help but nod and reach under the bed for box he keeps his dildos and lube in. The one Jensen gave him is bigger than what he's used to, curved and long and Jared uses it damn near every night, it feels so good. He rolls onto his back, legs spread and bent at the knee, feet planted on the bed as he pours a little lube over the dildo. Jensen crouches between his legs, hands stroking Jared's thighs as he watches avidly.

Jared takes a deep breath and reaches down, slicking his hole with lube and sliding two fingers in. Jensen's eyes almost turn black with lust; he keeps one hand on Jared's leg while the other moves seemingly without conscious thought to his cock. Jared thrusts his hips, fucking himself on his fingers, wanting more, and when he removes his fingers and presses the head of the dildo against his hole, he hears Jensen whimper.

"Yeah, come on..."

"You can't wait to see this, can you?" Jared pants, pressing slightly and inhaling sharply when the head of the dildo slides smoothly into him. He grabs blindly for his cock as he pushes the dildo further into him, slick and warm and hard until it's all the way inside him, the head nudging against his prostate.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jensen gasps, his hand working hard on his cock as Jared fucks himself with the dildo. Jared catches his eye and grins, sweat rolling down his face as he arches his back and fucks, thrusting almost violently as he tugs his cock and groans his lust into his darkened room.

Jensen's this close to losing it; seeing Jared take his pleasure so brutally and openly in front of him has him panting and growling, fingers clenched on Jared's thigh to ground him. He wants to yank that dildo out of Jared's ass and replace it with his cock; he wants to just keep on watching and drink in the sight before him and come all over Jared's thighs.

"Gonna come," Jared gasps, the hand on his dick working faster, tugging sharply and roughly, thumb caressing the head almost gently, smearing precome all over the shaft.

"Come on," Jensen whispers, one hand sliding up Jared's thigh to caress his balls, the other squeezing and jerking. He can feel his orgasm building in his belly, radiating through his limbs, about to burst out his cock. Jared's limbs freeze, and he bites through his lip, letting out a muffled grunt as he presses the dildo in hard, fast, so far, his cock jerking as streams of come spurt out and cover his chest. Jensen moans loudly, leaning in close, pressing the head of his cock against Jared's hand on the dildo, smearing fluid all over it as he thrusts once, twice, into his fist and comes hard, long ropes of spunk spraying over Jared's hand and ass. Jensen doesn't even bother trying to hold himself up; he collapses onto Jared's chest, glasses digging into him as Jared chuckles and slides the dildo out of himself.

"Love you so much," Jensen whimpers, forcing himself to move up Jared's body so they're properly aligned; mouth to mouth and chest to chest.

"Yeah, I know you do," Jared replies. He grabs a box of Kleenex from beside the bed, and once they're both cleaned up, he forces Jensen to get under the covers.

"But - your parents... I can't stay!"

"They always knock. And, well, tomorrow's Sunday. You can sneak out while they're at church."

Jensen doesn't even bother to weigh the ramifications of that as Jared pulls him close and rolls over so his back is pressed flush against Jensen's front. He falls asleep almost immediately, warm breath on Jared's neck and an arm wrapped around his waist.

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