Long Night

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Jared's sure he's never going to live this down, but after half an hour of botched efforts, he finally gives up and goes downstairs to find Meghan. He's just glad that his mom and dad are out for the evening.

She laughs when he tentatively asks her to help, but when she sees what Jared is wearing, she grins at him.

"Sit down," she says, directing him to a kitchen chair and grabbing the pencil out of Jared's hand. He winces slightly as she tugs his eyelid down and starts to apply the eyeliner in a thick black line along the rim.

"What did you do to your hair? It looks ... kinda cool," she mumbles as she works.

"Uh. You think so?" Jared says cautiously. He'd spent a good half hour and a hell of a lot of gel to get it to stick up, and was a little worried that it looked stupid.

"Nah, I think he'll like it," Meghan says with a grin. "And those pants look good. I don't wanna know how much they cost you."

Jared grins back at her. "Don't tell mom and dad I was wearing them," he says.

"Whatever. Do they know you're going out?"

"Yeah. They also know I might not be back till quite late. And they also don't know whose place I'm going to." Jared tries to glare at Meghan, but she slaps the back of his head and forces him to stay still while she does his other eye.

"There, done," she says, standing back to admire her work. "Man, it's not fair that you look better in this stuff than me," she pouts. "Now piss off, I've got a whole pizza and a huge pile of crappy dvds to get through while you're out partying."

Jared grins at her and ruffles her hair as he leaves.

~

Jensen's kinda nervous. No, wait, nervous doesn't even begin to cover it. He's fucking terrified. For the millionth time, he checks his appearance in the mirror, adjusting his hair and tugging at the clingy fabric wrapped around his thighs.

"Dude, relax," Steve drawls. "You're acting like you never wore a dress before."

"Never wore a dress in front of Jared," Jensen mumbles, pulling at the hemline. "I'd forgotten how short this thing is..."

"Thought you wanted it to be short," Steve says with a grin. "Thought that made it easier to get fucked in it..."

"Jesus Christ, shut up!" Jensen growls. "What if he laughs? What if he freaks out and runs a mile?"

"You told him it was a costume party, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then he shouldn't have a problem. And it's your birthday, you can wear whatever the hell you like." Steve tosses him a beer and lounges back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Jensen flops down next to him, remembering at the last minute to sit with his legs closed, and opens the beer.

"Where the fuck is he? Party started half an hour ago..."

Jensen glances around the room at the small crowd gathered in his apartment. He'd told Jared nine o'clock, right? He hadn't screwed up and said ten? He gets up and goes back into the bathroom to check his hair again, and is adjusting his thong when he hears the doorbell ring.

"Hey, Jared!" he hears Steve shout from the other room, and he almost falls over himself in his rush to get out there and see his boyfriend. God, why the hell did he decide to wear these fucking boots? He catches himself on the doorframe and takes a deep breath or two before slapping on a cocky grin and sauntering out into the main room to greet Jared.

Jesus fucking Christ.

~

Jared suddenly wishes he hadn't worn such damned tight pants, cause Jensen's wearing a dress. A dress. It's satin, apparently, and dark green, which just brings out the red in the dark brown wig he's wearing. It should look ridiculous, but all Jared can think is that it would be so easy to just slide his hand up that skirt, push the material aside and touch Jensen...

"You made it," Jensen says, standing in front of him with a gleam in his eye. He's wearing a fairly impressive set of false lashes, Jared realizes that for the first time, he's seeing Jensen eye to eye. He looks down to see that Jensen's wearing knee-high black lace-up boots with a fairly high heel, and gulps.

"Yeah," Jared says. "You... wow. I mean... holy shit, Jen..."

"You like?" Jensen says, leaning close and sliding his hands over Jared's ass. "Cause I gotta say... I never pictured you as the type to wear leather." His hands travel down Jared's thighs, fingers catching in the strategically-placed tears, stroking the skin underneath. Jared leans in without thought, his hands on Jensen's ass, cupping him through the sinfully short skirt as he kisses him. Jensen tastes like strawberries, and Jared grins as his fingers creep down slightly to caress the soft skin at the top of Jensen's thighs. Jensen squirms slightly and laughs, twisting away from Jared's hands and grinning at him.

"Maybe later. You wanna drink?"

Jared nods, feeling his face flush red, and tries desperately to will his cock down as Jensen turns and struts into the kitchen to get a beer. It's gonna be a long night...

~

Jensen's damned glad he decided to wear underwear tonight. Just the sight of Jared in fucking eyeliner, with that almost see-through white shirt clinging to every muscle of his chest, and not to mention those pants which are just begging to be ripped off, has Jensen squirming uncomfortably as his dick presses hard against the inside of his thong. Jesus Christ, Jared's just arrived, and Jensen's already dying to drag him off to someplace a little more private and do indecent things to him. The trip to the kitchen is a chance for him to catch his breath, and he resists the urge to splash cold water all over his face while he's in there.

"Wow," Steve says, coming up behind him and startling him.

"Wha..?" Jensen says, his mind elsewhere. He blinks a few times at Steve before grabbing a can of beer for Jared.

"Your boy," Steve says with a huge grin. "Not too shabby, is he?"

"No, he's not," Jensen replies, glaring at Steve. "Keep your goddamned hands off of him."

Steve backs away with his hands raised. "Just sayin', man."

"Yeah," Jensen says. "He's hot. And he's mine." He breezes out of the kitchen and tosses a beer to Jared, then tugs him over to the couch.

~

There's music and dancing and swirling lights, and at some point someone passed Jared a joint, and since then things have been a little ... fuzzy. He's feeling totally relaxed, a beer in one hand and Jensen's naked thigh in the other, only half-listening to the conversation going on around him. He decides to get up and dance, and it only takes a quiet murmur in Jensen's ear to convince him to join him. The music's a blur in his ears, but all Jared really cares about is the fact that Jensen's body is pressed firmly against his own, and that his hands are on Jensen's satin-clad ass. He can feel the faint outline of a thong underneath, and he groans softly as Jensen rubs his crotch against Jared's, slipping and sliding against his erection. Jared buries his nose in the soft curls of Jensen's wig, licking and sucking on his neck as Jensen runs his hands up Jared's back, under his shirt. They're moving slowly to the music, not really paying attention to the beat, and Jared groans softly when Jensen bites down on his earlobe before flicking his tongue inside. Jared can't resist; he moves his hands down to the hem of Jensen's dress, toying gently at the fabric before sliding his hands up underneath and feeling the tantalizing curves of Jensen's naked ass under his fingertips.

"You know what?" he breathes in Jensen's ear, his cock so hard it's near bursting through his pants, "I could just move my fingers an inch, and they'd be inside you... how'd you like that?"

"Fuck," Jensen gasps, pressing himself hard against Jared, his cock a firm, heated line against Jared's hip.

"You wanna?" Jared says, one finger teasing the narrow strip of fabric in Jensen's crack, the other sliding down further between his legs.

Jensen doesn't answer; he growls low and throaty into Jared's ear and pushes him out of the main room and into the hallway. Jared can hear catcalls and lewd comments following them, but he doesn't care; doesn't care about anything except Jensen. They barely make it to the bedroom; Jared can't stop kissing Jensen, can't keep his hands off him, and he ends up with Jensen in his arms, long legs wrapped around Jared's waist as they stumble down the hall, kissing and groaning as they rub against each other. The moment the bedroom door is shut, Jared's slamming Jensen back against it and pushing his dress up over his hips, attacking his mouth desperately as he slides the thong down Jensen's thighs. His cock springs free; red and flushed with arousal, the head leaking clear fluid, and Jensen groans loudly.

"God, look at you," Jared breathes. "Wanna fuck you so much, Jen." He fumbles at the lacings of his pants, tugging and jerking at the ties holding them together, cursing when they get tangled. He can't tear his eyes off Jensen; one hand casually stroking his cock as the other cups Jared's balls through his pants. Jared almost sobs with relief when the ties finally come undone and he can shove his pants down over his hips.

Jared's never been so glad of Jensen's tiny bedroom as he is now; the nightstand so close he can reach it without letting Jensen go. He fumbles around on the top of it for the lube and condoms, gasping as Jensen wraps his hand around Jared's cock and tugs it firmly.

"You gonna fuck me like this, Jared?" Jensen says, his voice rough and low. "Up against the wall, my skirt up around my waist?" He pulls Jared close, licking his lips as Jared fumbles with the condom, and tugs his head down to whisper in his ear, "You gonna fuck me like a girl?"

"Yeah..." Jared pants, squeezing lube onto his fingers and smoothing it over his cock. He tosses the lube aside and forces Jensen's legs further apart, stroking behind his balls with one finger, sliding just the tip inside. "C'mon... spread your legs..."

Jensen's head falls back and hits the wall as Jared forces his way in, pressing Jensen's thighs up until his legs are wrapped around Jared's waist, Jared's cock brushing his hole. He catches Jensen's mouth in a forceful kiss, pressing his tongue inside and tasting the smoke and alcohol as he lets Jensen go just a little; lets him slide down onto his cock.

Slow, long strokes into that tight heat, gasping as Jensen clenches around him, pressing in little by little until he can feel Jensen's balls resting on his belly. He slides his hands up Jensen's back, loving the cool slip/slide of the satin under his fingertips. He presses Jensen firmly into the wall, fucking into him with strong thrusts, his hands clutching Jensen's ass, spreading his cheeks open further for his dick.

It's so fucking hot, so damned tight, Jared's glad he didn't bother with fingers first because feeling Jensen clenching around him, surrounding his dick with the tightest heat Jared's ever experienced, has him almost hitting the roof. He feels Jensen's arms wrapped tight around his torso as Jensen hangs on for the ride, his chest rubbing hard against Jared's, the fabric of Jared's shirt catching on his nipple ring as he grunts and fucks.

Jensen feels like a slut; his skirt pushed up over his hips, his thong torn away and tossed God-knows-where, his knee-high black boots locked around Jared's waist as he leans against the wall and bucks his hips, riding Jared's cock, his own rock-hard dick sliding against the satiny-smooth fabric of his dress and the rough patch of hair on Jared's belly. He's moaning and cursing, arms clenched around Jared as he hangs on for dear life, Jared's hips bucking as he presses his cock deep inside Jensen, filling him up, sliding against every nerve in his ass. Jared's hair is starting to flop into his eyes; he's almost dripping with sweat, and Jensen's on the brink as he carefully moves one hand down, into the back of Jared's pants, and between his ass cheeks.

Jared's eyes widen, and he gasps loudly as Jensen presses a finger into him, his hips stuttering and jerking as he throws his head back and lets out a throaty groan, coming in helpless thrusts inside Jensen's ass. Jensen's so close, needing just a little more, and Jared reaches between them and wraps a sweat-slick hand around Jensen's cock. Jensen lets out an embarrassingly loud whimper as he fucks himself hard into Jared's fist, thrusting and riding Jared's still-hard cock inside him as he peaks, his dick spurting all over his dress and Jared's stomach.

Jensen doesn't want to move; he's quite happy where he is, sandwiched between the wall and Jared's firm body. Sounds from the party filter through Jared's harsh breathing, and Jensen can feel his come sliding down his stomach as he leans forward and kisses Jared till they're both breathless.

"We'd better go back," Jared mumbles against his mouth. "It's your birthday..."

Jensen pulls away and grins at Jared. He looks extremely well-fucked; his hair is tangled and messy, and the eyeliner on one eye is smeared over half his face. Not to mention the come stains on his shirt...

"Fuck! My dress!" Jensen curses as he pushes Jared away from him, holding out the front of his dress and grumbling to himself as he hunts for tissues. "Dude!" he grunts as Jared starts to laugh at him, "do you have any idea how hard it is to get come out of satin?"

"Actually, no," Jared says, still laughing. "Got any other dresses you can put on instead?"

Jensen pulls the dress up over his head and tosses it in the washing pile as he heads to the wardrobe. His wig ends up on the floor, and he ruffles his hair to make it stand up again. "Yeah, I got a black one here somewhere..."

Jared just stands and stares at the mouth-watering sight of Jensen stark naked apart from a pair of black knee-high boots. His cock twitches; and before Jensen can reach the wardrobe, Jared's tackling him to the bed and straddling him.

"You're not going anywhere," he purrs, and Jensen just grins at him.

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