New Beginnings

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Jared stands in the doorway and scowls at his room.

God, it's tiny. There's barely room for the two narrow, short beds, the desks, and the closets. There's another door on one wall which leads to the shared bathroom, and Jared shudders to think how tiny that's going to be.

He tosses his bag down, and lies down on one of the bare mattresses, sighing when his legs hang over the end almost halfway up his calves. The ceiling is bare off-white stucco, apart from a couple of places where a former resident has stuck on glow-in-the-dark stars. Jared hopes the room isn't going to light up like a constellation every night.

The bathroom's about the size of his closet back home. Jared bites his lip and hopes at least that he'll have a nice, understanding, small roommate.

"Hey," a new voice says from the doorway, and Jared turns to see a tall, lanky guy with shaggy hair hanging over his eyes. His clothes are threadbare, and he has a slightly scary look on his face when he looks at Jared.

"Uh, hi," Jared replies, giving the guy a nervous grin as he stands up. "I'm Jared; are you my roommate?"

"I guess so," the guy says. "I'm Sam." He sticks his hand out and smiles, his entire face lighting up. Jared grabs his hand and shakes it, feeling no small amount of relief that Sam doesn't seem to be a psycho killer or weirdo. Unfortunately, he's almost the same height as Jared, and with the two of them standing in the middle of the room, there isn't much space left for moving around.

It's going to be a long, crowded year.

~~~

They've done the introductions - Sam's from Kansas, has one brother, doesn't like to talk about his family - and have sorted out who's sleeping in what bed. By general agreement, they've shifted the beds so they're stacked bunk-bed style, giving the both of them a little more room. Sam's already moved in - the duffel bag he was carrying when he arrived is apparently the sum total of his possessions, and he heaves a sigh of relief when Jared mentions his TV.

"Thank fuck," he says. "I kinda left home suddenly, and even if we'd had a TV I could take, I don't think my brother would've let me get far with it."

"You and your brother don't get along?" Jared presses, and Sam flushes a deep red.

"Uh, not really," he says, picking at the hem of his hoodie before deftly changing the subject. "Hey, you going to the freshman party tonight?"

Jared grins. "Nah, I thought I'd stay here and study," he teases. Sam looks surprised, then grins back at him. Jared bites his lip thoughtfully, and decides that Sam's gonna find out anyway, and best not to find out suddenly.

"Um, will you mind if I bring my boyfriend back here occasionally?" he asks, watching Sam carefully for signs of distress. Sam barely blinks; he shrugs and replies, "As long as you don't keep me up all night."

"Awesome," Jared grins.

~~~

Jensen looks extraordinarily uncomfortable at the party over in Chaminade Hall. There's half-dressed freshman girls everywhere, and Jensen's squeaked more than once when some girl pinched him on the ass.

"Dude, I have work tomorrow!" he hisses in Jared's ear. Jared laughs at him and squeezes his ass, unsurprised that all the girls are salivating all over his boyfriend.

"You don't have to stay late," he whispers back, punctuating his words with his tongue in Jensen's ear. He hears a hum of approval, and grins as he grabs Jensen's beer and takes a swig.

"Honestly, why do they have to have these things on Thursday nights?" Jensen grumbles as Jared steers him over to a quiet corner. It's been almost a week since Jared saw Jensen, and he's been dying to get his hands on his boyfriend again.

There's a strange sort of anonymity in being at a crowded party. Jensen doesn't even hesitate when Jared draws him close, presses his hand against the small of Jensen's back, feeling the warmth of Jensen's skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. They kiss softly, gently, a warm exploration of mouths and tongues as they press closer together. The wall is cold against Jared's back, and he lets himself rest on it, sliding down slightly so he's at the same level as Jensen. Jensen hums softly into Jared's mouth, and Jared can feel the curve of his smile as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jared's jeans, stroking small circles over his hips.

The party rages around them; music thrumming through Jared's body, the shouts and laughter of his fellow students ringing in his ears, the lighting warm and dark, and Jensen's crowding him close against the wall. Jared can feel Jensen's cock pressing insistently against his thigh, and his own is becoming painfully hard in his pants as he rocks his hips slightly and rubs himself against Jensen.

"No one knows you here," Jared breathes in his ear when he breaks away from the kiss for a breath of air. Jensen nods, mouthing at Jared's neck, hot tongue dragging a wide line from his collar to his ear.

"What are you suggesting?" he whispers back, his voice low and gravelly. He squeezes Jared's ass, massaging him through his jeans and drawing a teasing line with his thumb down his crack.

"That I could jerk you off right here, and no one would give a damn," Jared murmurs, his heart pounding and a sweat breaking out on his forehead just thinking about it. Claiming Jensen as his own, right in front of all these people... he moans softly and bites down on Jensen's earlobe, slipping his hand under Jensen's waistband and pressing against the head of his cock with the heel of his hand.

Jensen sways a little, his head falling back and he moans as Jared leans in to lick the column of his neck. He tastes like musk and a little too much cheap beer, and Jared laps it up without hesitation, licking his way back to Jensen's mouth for a kiss. He works his hand deeper into Jensen's pants, wrapping it clumsily around Jensen's dick in his underwear, and starts jerking him slowly, firmly. Jensen grunts and slaps a hand against the wall, his eyes screwed shut and a look of tense bliss on his face.

"You like that?" Jared murmurs, stupid with alcohol and lust, rutting against Jensen's thigh, relishing the slow journey towards orgasm. Someone bumps his elbow; he glances to the side and sees a blind-drunk girl leaning against the wall next to him, her eyes closed as she sways to the music, the cup in her hand slopping thin beer over her wrist. She seems to be wearing a belt instead of a skirt, and her boobs are half hanging out of her top; Jared blinks owlishly at her and dismisses her as not important. Jensen in his arms, Jensen's cock in his hand, Jensen's hands on his ass, that's what's important. Jensen, who's sweating and biting his lip, fucking the tight circle of Jared's fingers in his underwear, his entire body writhing as he carelessly lets Jared get him off in full view of the room.

Jensen's hot in his hand; hot and damp and thrumming with need, and Jared slicks his palm over the head of his cock, smearing wet precome over his shaft and jerking him faster. Jensen's face is buried in Jared's neck, his teeth biting down on his skin almost enough to draw blood, his hands clenched tight around Jared's waist as he ignores his surroundings and concentrates whole-heartedly on Jared's fist around his cock. Jared slips his other hand down between them, cupping Jensen's balls through his jeans, squeezing gently and pressing further back. Jensen moans deep in his chest, his heated face jerking against Jared's neck as he comes, and comes, endlessly, soaking Jared's hand and the inside of his underwear with spunk.

Jensen collapses against him, a full-body collapse that tells Jared that if he weren't here, Jensen would have fallen face-first onto the floor. He wraps an arm around Jensen's waist and carefully extracts his semen-covered hand from his jeans.

"Lick," he commands softly, and Jensen's eyes blur behind his glasses as he takes Jared's fingers in his mouth one by one, his tongue winding around and between them, each lick going directly to Jared's cock straining in his pants. He moves onto Jared's palm, staring directly into Jared's eyes as he laps up his own come, catching every drop and swallowing it down. By the time he's done Jared is cross-eyed with need, thisclose to humping Jensen's leg till he comes in his pants like a fourteen year old.

"Awesome," someone says, and Jared and Jensen both turn sharply to see the drunk girl staring at them, a look of glee on her face. She toasts them with her half-empty cup before sculling the rest and staggering off to find more entertainment.

"Um," Jared says.

"Huh," Jensen agrees.

~~~

"Dude, I thought you were going to introduce me to your roommate," Jensen moans as Jared pushes him up against the door of his dorm, doing a damned good job of both kissing Jensen and fumbling in his pocket for his key.

"Was," Jared pants, finally locating his key and shoving it in the lock. "He wasn't there, dunno where he went." They stumble into the room, collapsing all over each other, and Jensen makes a face when he sees how small it is.

"Please tell me your roommate's a shortass," he mutters as he yanks Jared's shirt over his head and gets to work on his pants.

"Taller'n'me," Jared says resignedly, twisting his hips and letting his pants fall to the ground, yanking at Jensen's own clothes till they're both naked and falling onto Jared's bunk.

"Fuckin'... tiny dorm beds..." Jensen mutters as his legs hit the end of the bed with a clang. Jared laughs and tugs him closer, pulling and twisting till Jensen's on top of him, their hard cocks pressed together between their sweat-dampened bodies. Jared can't help it; he groans loudly, squeezing Jensen's ass and digging his fingers in till they're pressing against his hole as he ruts up and slides his cock against Jensen's.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST!" a new voice snaps, and Jared and Jensen both freeze. As one, they turn to the side and see the very unwelcome sight of Sam's face hanging over the edge of the top bunk. He looks like he'd been asleep; his hair's all messed up in a way that Jared is personally familiar with.

"Uh, sorry?" Jensen says carefully, seemingly unable to move. Jared bites his lip nervously; he doesn't want to piss his roommate off forever on the very first night they're spending in the same room.

"Sam, this is my boyfriend, Jensen," he says. Sam scowls at him, and Jared makes a contrite face. "Sorry dude, we didn't know you were here. Um. We'll get outta here, just give us a minute?"

Sam glares daggers at him for a moment before smiling crookedly. "Don't bother," he concedes grudgingly. "Just ... try to be a little quieter, okay?" His head vanishes, and Jensen has to bite down on his fist to stifle his giggles. Jared rolls his eyes; what a perfect start to college.

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