As I went down in the river to pray

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Slightly drunk on end-of-semester punch and trying not to stumble, Jared holds tightly to Jensen's arm as they creep quietly through the trees. He's not sure why they're trying to be so quiet - it's three in the morning, it's not like there's anyone else out here. His toe catches on a tree root, and he almost goes flying, saved only by Jensen grabbing his waist and righting him.

"Fuckin' drunkard," Jensen mutters, and Jared laughs softly, leaning against a tree and waiting for the spinning to stop. Jensen comes to stand in front of him, pressing his body against Jared's, and leans in for an alcohol-flavored kiss. Jared grins and tugs him closer, letting his hands fall on Jensen's ass as he opens his mouth to let him in.

They kiss quietly, softly, all the time in the world, and it's nearly silent among the dimly-lit trees. Jensen's warm and tastes of beer and tortillas, his tongue chasing around Jared's mouth and his hands holding tight to his sides.

Jared hums softly and leans his head on Jensen's shoulder, and suddenly he becomes aware of sounds from up ahead, filtering through the noises of wind rustling the leaves and the occasional animal running through the undergrowth. He puts a finger to Jensen's mouth and motions for him to listen, and starts moving slowly and quietly towards the river. As they move closer, it becomes more and more obvious what the sounds are - there are people up ahead, and they're quite busy.

"Dude, we should go," Jensen hisses in Jared's ear.

"Hang on," Jared replies, moving closer, "I want to see..."

He can hear the rhythmic sounds of flesh hitting flesh, grunting and low, guttural moans getting louder as he approaches through the trees. He realizes that it's not a girl and a guy, it's two guys, and his pulse speeds up. They're fucking with fervor, no holds barred, and Jared's dick hardens in his pants as he creeps ever closer, Jensen's hand clutched in his own.

"Jared..." Jensen whispers, and Jared pulls his hand closer, presses it over his groin. He grins when Jensen's hand tightens around his erection through his pants. They're almost there; the riverbank is only a few yards away now, and Jared can see the shapes of the two lovers in the dim light. The moon is almost full, and shafts of moonlight are lancing through the trees, illuminating the couple. They're panting and moaning freely, and when Jared hears a name being grunted in a familiar voice - "Dean..." - he realizes who they've stumbled upon.

"It's Sam and Dean!" he whispers in Jensen's ear. Jensen bites his lip, looks nervous.

"We should...." he indicates with his head that maybe they shouldn't watch this, but Jared's got other ideas. He's almost completely hard in his pants; he remembers the week Dean spent at the dorm with Sam, remembers the sounds of him and Sam fucking above them, how arousing it was to touch Jensen with those sounds filtering down from above, and he wants to see.

Jared can see moonlight shining off Sam's skin and he tugs Jensen behind a tree, careful not to alert Sam and Dean to their presence. He peers round, biting his lip and stifling a low groan when he sees the pair of them on the riverbank. They're gloriously naked, smooth skin and freckles and shifting muscles; Dean's on his back, his heels digging into the soft ground, his hands bruising Sam's hips, and Sam's riding him, hard and deep. They're fucking with abandon, carefree and without fear, the stifling silence of the dorm room far in the past. No need to hide, no need to blush, and Jared can't stop watching them.

He watches Sam's hips move, watches him take Dean in deeper, harder, faster. Watches his hands slide over Dean's chest, catching a nipple and rubbing it firmly. His head is tossed back, his hair falling in loose waves, almost touching his back, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he rides Dean. Sam's cock is hard and red, flush against his belly, shifting with every thrust, and Jared can almost see the wet precome leaking from him, can see it catching a little in the moonlight, smearing over his stomach.

They're a thing of beauty, and Jared is unable to stop himself from grabbing Jensen's hand and shoving it down his pants, biting his lip and thrusting his hips when Jensen curls his hand around his erection.

"Filthy voyeur," Jensen hisses in his ear, before biting down on the lobe and tugging it between his teeth. Jared struggles to stay silent; Jensen's hand is hot and tight around him, jacking him mercilessly as he watches Sam and Dean fucking.

"You like watching?" Jensen whispers, his hot breath puffing into Jared's ear, tongue tickling and stroking. "You like seeing your roommate getting fucked? You like watching him get off?"

Jared nods feverishly, rutting against Jensen and wishing he could push him up against the tree and tear his clothes off but he can't stop watching.

"Don't blame you," Jensen adds, and moves behind Jared, tugging at his pants and boxers till they're around his ankles.

Jared almost moans at the loss of Jensen's hand on his dick, but then he feels Jensen's naked cock pressed up against his ass, hot and damp. "Fuck," he whispers, before shoving a hand against his mouth and biting down on the flesh. He can't alert Sam and Dean to their presence, he fucking can't, because then they'd stop and God, he doesn't want them to ever stop.

Dean sits up suddenly, pulls Sam close to him, wraps his arms around his back. They move together like it's a dance, shifting muscles in the moonlight, sweat rolling down their skin, and Sam lets out a choked moan when Dean tugs him forward for a kiss. It's like they're devouring each other, they kiss so hard and deep.

Jensen wraps his hand around Jared's cock and slides his own cock up Jared's crack, fucking it; it's almost too dry, too much friction, but it's not long before Jensen's dick is leaking, the sticky precome easing the way. They thrust and fuck, Jensen riding Jared's crack, his hand pumping Jared's dick, and Jared can't take his fucking eyes off of Sam and Dean.

He sees Sam's eyes open, tries to hear when Sam whispers something to Dean, something that makes Dean's eyes roll back in his head. Dean fucks up hard, once, twice, and then Sam's coming with a fevered cry. It's enough; Jared bites down hard on his hand and fucks Jensen's fist, glories in the teasing slide of Jensen's cock over his hole and comes all over his fist, hot streams spurting out of his dick and slicking Jensen's hand. Jensen bites the back of Jared's neck, groans, comes hard, covering Jared's ass and the back of his shirt.

It's quiet; Jared tries not to breathe too loudly. He can feel Jensen's breath ruffling the hair at the back of his neck as he watches Sam and Dean come down. He listens to their whimpers and words of love, and it's only now that he feels like they've disturbed something truly private. He takes Jensen's hand and they slip away, leaving Sam and Dean alone in the moonlight.

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