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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan, Chad_Michael_Murray
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, underage_(two_minors_having_sex_with
      each_other), Alpha/Omega, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Knotting, Self-
      Lubrication, Fuck_Or_Die
  Collections:
      Sunday_Morning_Porn_Club
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-08 Words: 3797
****** Better Than Hollywood ******
by ashtraythief
Summary
     Jared is in love with Jensen. Unfortunately, Jared always dreamed of
     finding the soulmate omega to his alpha, and Jensen is not an omega.
     At least that's what Jared always thought anyway, right up to the
     moment Jensen goes into heat in the middle of school.
Notes
     Written for
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=113.1]
smpc.
Thanks to linvro21 for the beta!
See the end of the work for more notes
 
 
 
It's a week until prom and Jared doesn't have a date.
It's not for the lack of wanting one, and it's certainly not for the almost
certain positive answers he'd get from at least twelve different people. Jared
is a nice guy, funny, reasonably smart and attractive, he's good at basketball
and he is an alpha.
Alphas are rare. Like less-than-five-percent-of-the-population rare. But it's
not only the rareness that makes them so appealing to people. It's the
animalistic nature, the protectiveness, the strength, and of course the knot.
It's surprising really, how many people have a thing for the knot, considering
their bodies aren't really made for it. For a lot of them, the fantasy is
better than the actual thing, because a knot can get really huge and the only
ones biologically equipped to handle the size are omegas. They're as rare as
alphas, and scientists of all specialties have debated for ages why these two
mutations exist.
The prevalent theory – even though there's zero data to back it up, as Jared
learned in his Social Studies class – is that alpha and omega couples – true
soulmates – are a mechanism of nature to ensure that in difficult times a
strong couple could lead, the alpha with strength and the omega with empathy.
Of course today that's kind of redundant, but alphas and omegas still exist.
Nowadays, they're a favorite Hollywood and Harlequin novels trope, the stuff
for epic love stories, and a lot of action and comic book heroes tend to be
depicted as alphas, like Batman or Indiana Jones.
During the renaissance, alphas and omegas were frowned upon due to their
animalistic tendencies and their inability to ward of a mating. As a matter of
fact, once mated, it's basically fuck or die.
Of course, scientists eventually found an antidote against instant mating. Like
every other kid, Jared got tested when he was six, and ever since the first
signs of puberty, he's been taking suppressants regularly, which also prevent
him from reacting to every alpha and omega in the vicinity (it would be quite
weird if he started lusting after his English teacher Miss Day or growling at
Principal Morgan).
If Jared is honest with himself though, in a last ditch attempt to avoid taking
a meaningless date to prom, he cut back on the suppressants. Not much, he
should still be safe, but he noticed how his sense of smell increased, how his
sexual appetite grew, and he’s hoped maybe he’d get a hint of mate somewhere.
Of course, that hasn’t happened.
Jared is a little sad about that, he’s always been fascinated by the idea of
finding his soulmate in that blinding, universe re-aligning moment and then
give in to the burning passion, mouths finding each other, clothes being
carelessly ripped off, and then-
Jared rips himself out of his fantasy with a sigh. It's not helping that the
omega starring in his day dreams has green eyes and freckles, because Jensen is
his best friend, and Jensen is also normal. Even though in Jared’s mind he
would make his perfect omega, be his soulmate, he knows that's not gonna
happen. So Jared has fought the growing attraction from the day he popped his
knot.
With Jensen, a relationship would be nice, but never as all-encompassing or as
explosive as it would be with an omega. Jared doesn't really know how a
relationship could be better than their friendship, but they say you can't beat
predestined biology.
There would also be the threat of Jared actually finding his mate. There are
stories about that happening too, the happy alpha/normal or omega/normal
couple, and how they have no choice but to leave their partners when they find
their true mates. Jared just can't do that to Jensen.
Plus, there's this tiny matter of whether Jensen would even want him. Jared
doesn't even know if Jensen is gay, because his friend has never shown any
sexual preferences for anyone.
And it's not like Jared hasn't asked, oh no. But Jensen always gives the same
infuriating answer, the same half-annoyed, half-amused smile. “There's no one
Jay, your giant ass doesn't leave space for anyone else in my life.”
Jared would like to take that as a sign (his inner alpha definitely purrs in
satisfaction, despite the suppression meds), but he doesn't.
There are days he seriously contemplates coming clean to Jensen, telling him he
loves him, screw biology and just go for it. Then he thinks of the legend of
Arthur, and how Lancelot had been forced to betray his best friend, when he
found his mate in Guinevere. And then Jared pushes the thoughts of Jensen is
his bed, Jensen hanging off his knot, Jensen with a ring on his finger, away
and tries to focus on other things. There’s a reason he’s so good at basketball
- height alone doesn’t get you everywhere, but the past two years he’s been
shooting hoops almost every day to work off all his excessive energy.
He’s ripped out of his own private pity party, when someone leans against the
lockers next to him.
“Dude,” Chad says, “I just got asked by three girls what you’re waiting for.
Prom is in a week!”
“Good morning to you too,” Jared says and slams his locker shut. “And I told
you, I don’t really wanna take anyone just to have a date.”
Chad rolls his eyes. “Really Jay, your saving-yourself-for-your-omega routine
is getting really old. I mean, the chances of even meeting them are pretty slim
to begin with, it’s not like in the movies where the alpha always finds his
omega when he least expects it. Hollywood’s just screwing with your romantic
streak, and since there's only one guy you want anyway…”
“Shut up!” Jared looks around to see if anyone heard, but no one is close
enough. “No one needs to know that, okay?”
“As if the whole school doesn’t know you have the hots for Jensen and how he’s
oblivious,” Chad points out and Jared wants to bang his head against his
locker. Instead he heads in the direction of his English class.
“Speaking of Jensen,” Chad asks and looks around. “Where is he?”
Jared shrugs his shoulders. “When I called last night, he wasn’t feeling well,
so maybe…”
There. It’s so soft he almost misses it, almost disregards it as a fluke, but
it’s there. Right under his nose. A whisp of the most alluring scent Jared has
ever smelled. He inhales deeply and tries to locate its source. It seems to be
coming from down the hall and Jared is in motion before he can fully process
what’s happening.
“Jay? Jared, what the fuck, man?” Chad calls after him, but Jared ignores him,
because the scent is getting stronger. By the time he rounds the corner, he’s
pretty sure he knows what he’s smelling: an omega in heat. Sometimes the
specialized skin mags have scent samples, and Jared can never resist. He wants
to know the real deal, and it looks like he’s gonna find out.
He doesn’t really understand the scene at the end of the corridor. Jensen is
there, standing pressed against a locker, and Richard Le Klerk is leaning in.
It takes a few seconds, but then it clicks into place and Jared sees red.
Richard is the only other student in school who is an alpha. He’s sniffing
Jensen. Jensen, who somehow, inexplicably turned out an omega, having his first
heat right here in school. Jensen, who smells like warmth and love and home and
soft pillows and beds destroyed from fucking. Jensen, who is his mate.
The knowledge is just there, inscrutable, but he knows it’s true, can feel it
deep in his heart and with every fibre of his being. Mate. Jensen is Jared’s
mate, of course he is, how could he not be, and Richard needs to get away from
him like yesterday.
“Le Klerk!” Jared’s voice is loud in the corridor and people quiet down.
Richard’s head whips around, but for a moment Jared has only eyes for Jensen,
who’s looking at him with big dark eyes.
“Padalecki,” Richard sneers. “I saw him first. You can-”
Jared is there, crosses the distance in long strides, and he just punches
Richard in the face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna fuck off
right now. Jensen is my mate. Mine. And if you touch him again, I’ll rip your
hands off.”
Richard glares at him, holding his bleeding lip, but Jared only sees Jensen.
The scent of omega is strong now, intoxicatingly sweet and heady, and it clouds
Jared’s mind.
“Jen. Fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”
Jensen shakes his head and his breathing is labored. “I don’t - I didn’t know,
I swear. I don’t know why this is happening, how did they miss this?”
“No idea,” Jared answers, just as breathless and steps forward, crowding Jensen
against the locker. “But right now, I don’t give a shit. Fuck, Jen, we’re
mates.”
Jensen’s eyes are blown wide, black pupils so big they only leave a bright ring
of green surrounding it. These eyes are fixed on Jared now, looking at him like
he’s the only thing that matters.
“We are,” Jensen croaks out. “I don’t know how, but I know.”
“Yeah.” Jared lets his head fall forwards, against Jensen’s and just inhales.
“We need to get home.”
Jensen shakes his head and his hands grip Jared’s shoulders and pull him in
tight. “Can’t wait. I’m burning up, Jay, have been since I woke up, wanted to
stay home, but I knew I needed to get here somehow.”
“Fuck, Jen, I know, but we can’t do this here, can’t, not in schoo…”
His head has been turning on its own account, and then his mouth trails over
Jensen’s cheek, reaches the corner of his mouth and suddenly Jensen twists his
head around and they’re kissing. It’s clumsy as fuck and hurried and over-
eager, teeth click and there’s blood, but Jared can’t get enough. The need to
be close to Jensen, to touch him and to possess him, it suddenly explodes
inside of him, pushing Jared into closer and harder and more. His hands run up
and down Jensen’s body and he’s unable to settle on just one part, he needs to
touch everywhere.
Jensen is writhing against him, the metallic creaking of the locker behind him
and then suddenly their hips align and Jared feels Jensen hard and heavy in his
pants, realizes he’s hard as nails himself, his cock swollen and feeling fit to
burst and he can’t help but rub against Jensen.
Distantly, he’s aware that he’s rutting against Jensen mindlessly like an
animal in the middle of school, and that he envisioned a mating much more
romantic somehow, but then Jensen moans into his mouth, a tiny, needy sound and
Jared is gone.
He buries himself in Jensen, gets his hands under his shirt and into his pants,
doesn’t care that he rips fabric and buttons fly, he just needs to get skin on
skin. He tears his mouth away from Jensen’s, kisses down his neck and it almost
hurts to ignore Jensen's protesting in favor of biting into his neck. Jensen
shudders and his head thumps back against the locker. It isn’t a real claiming
bite, not yet, and it’s not the right place and not something that’s done
anymore anyway, too archaic to be mentioned anywhere than periodic romance
novels, but Jensen arches his neck, pushing himself against Jared’s body.
“Yes, yes, c’mon.” The words fall from his lips, low and torn, and he tugs on
Jared’s hair painfully, and it makes Jared growl. He slams Jensen into the
locker and goes back to kissing him, pushing his tongue into Jensen’s mouth to
taste him everywhere.
Jared completely forgets where they are and that there are other people around
them, but the strong scent of mature alpha pulls him out of his haze and he
half turns, still shielding Jensen with his body and growls automatically.
Principal Morgan is standing a few yards away, a distance that commands
attention, but isn’t a threat yet. He raises his hands placatingly. “Jared,
relax. I’m not challenging you. I’m not going to take Jensen away from you.”
Jared relaxes a fraction. Rationally, he knows that’s true, but his inner alpha
still bares his teeth. It’s like the suppressants suddenly don’t work anymore,
Jared’s animalistic side pulled to light by Jensen’s pheromones.
“Jared,” Jensen breathes out, but Jared can’t bring himself to stop glaring at
the Principal.
He gets elbowed in the side then and none too gently, his mate demanding
attention. He turns back to Jensen who’s glaring at him as best as he can.
“Focus, caveman! We don’t have a lot of time.”
Time, right. Jensen is right. Jared can feel his mate’s heart beat erratically
against his chest, and his own isn’t doing much better. If they don’t get to
the fucking part soon, it’s not gonna end well for them.
“Jared!” Jared looks back at Principal Morgan who has taken a few steps back.
Good man. “Why don’t you go into the nurse’s room? There’s a bed there and you
won’t be disturbed.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says before Jared can react. He turns back to this mate, snarls
out a warning “Jensen”, and gets a slap on his nose for that. He’d growl, but
his mate is pushing him back, shaky grip on his shoulders. “Jared, you can go
all alpha on me later, right now we need to move.”
And really, Jared won’t stand for that. He grips Jensen around his slim waist,
bends forward and slings him over his shoulder. Jensen’s yelling and slapping
his ass, but Jared doesn’t care, hurrying to the nurse’s office as fast as he
can. He ignores the students and teachers around him; they’re only dots on the
periphery of his vision. His focus is ahead, on the room where he can finally
take his mate.
Jensen’s protests stop somewhere along the way and by the time Jared finally
closes the door behind them, Jensen is rubbing his hips against his chest.
Jared throws him onto the narrow bed, and follows him down, finally able to
press his whole weight on Jensen, pin him down and just take him.
Jensen opens up and pulls him in, hands tugging Jared’s shirt off and making a
mess of his hair. They’re grinding against each other and Jared’s pretty sure
if it weren’t for the biological imperative of mating, they’d both creamed
their pants by now.
As it is, he needs to get his dick into Jensen’s ass and tie them together,
cementing their bond forever. Jensen is clearly on board with this plan, his
hands are fumbling with Jared’s belt, tugging impatiently and quite
ineffectively. Omegas are more affected by a mating due to their heat, and
Jensen seems to be deep in its throes, eyes already going glassy. Jared needs
to hurry.
He rips his sweater over his head, because he’s burning up and sweat is already
running down his forehead, stinging in his eyes. Jensen feebly follows his
example, getting his own sweater off much more slowly. Jared’s already tugging
Jensen’s jeans over his hips, and Jesus fuck, Jensen is even more beautiful
than he thought he’d be. His body is still lean, but softly defined muscles are
already shaping up under his light skin. The freckles Jared knows from his nose
are covering his shoulders and arms too, Jared even detects a small smattering
of them over Jensen’s left hipbone. He’s mesmerized and leans down to lick
them, when Jensen tugs harshly on his hair.
“Jay, c’mon, focus,” he gets out, breathing already labored. “Need you.”
Shit, yeah, Jared needs to focus. It’s just that Jensen is so incredibly
beautiful and his smell has intensified tenfold, curling around Jared, pulling
him in and fogging up his mind. It
makes it hard to concentrate on one task, his senses are getting pulled in all
directions.
He takes a deep breath to clear his mind, but of course that doesn’t work at
all. All that happens is that Jared’s inner alpha rears its head like never
before and he lets himself fall down on Jensen, needing to get as much skin on
skin as possible. His hands scrabble for Jensen’s ass, and when he feels the
dampness between his cheeks it’s over. Jared bites mindlessly at Jensen, shoves
his fingers into his body and tries lining his dick up at the same time.
“Fucking hell,” Jensen grinds out. “Jay, what the fuck, get it together!”
Jared bites down harder, his mate needs to submit, needs to present for Jared,
needs to let him in-
“Ouch!” Jared’s pulled up by a sharp sting on his scalp. He glares down at
Jensen. Why would his mate pull his hair, when they’re in the middle of their
mating?
But Jensen pushes him off, movements shaky and skin pale. Jared is too
surprised to react, and when he does, Jensen is already twisting around and
getting up on his knees. He looks over his shoulder straight at Jared, his
mouth set in a grim line.
“Jared, get your fucking dick in my ass! Now!”
Jared has the desperate urge to put Jensen in his place, make his omega submit
to him, but then there’s also Jensen’s ass pushed up in the air, back of his
thighs shiny with his natural lubricant and his pretty pink hole clenching so
invitingly.
He surges forward. In his haste, he needs to guide his dick inside with a hand,
but when he finally enters Jensen, everything else ceases to matter.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Jensen pants out, falling down forwards on his elbows.
Jared would agree if he could get the words out, but he can’t. His heart is
beating overtime and he’s panting so harshly, there’s no air left to form any
words. Jensen around him makes everything else impossible. There's just heat
and pressure and the feeling of absolute rightness, everything he ever missed
finally coming together.
“Jared.”
Jensen moaning out his name like that sends another shiver down his spine, it’s
all his repressed dreams coming true. Jensen is writhing under him, moaning and
pushing back, clenching around Jared’s dick desperately.
“Jared, please, you gotta - gotta move, I need you. Take me, Jay, c’mon…”
Jared puts a shaking hand on Jensen’s back and tries to rub soothing circles.
The need to pound into Jensen is there, pushing through the fog of wonder
clouding his mind, but he needs to reassure him, tell him how precious he is
first.
“Jen, it’s okay. You’re so perfect baby, so fucking beautiful and I will-”
Jensen pushes back and shoots him a slightly unfocused glare over his shoulder.
“Jared, I swear to all that’s holy if you don’t stop with your stupid romantic
nonsense right now, I’m gonna put you on your back and ride you until you
finally give me your knot, you got it?”
Jared doesn’t think. He slides up his hand to Jensen’s neck and pushes him down
into the bed, grinding his hips forward hard.
“The only one on his back is gonna be you,” he hisses before pulling out and
twisting Jensen around. He’s back inside before Jensen can catch his breath and
the moan he lets out is the most satisfactory sound Jared has ever heard.
“You're my mate, my omega, and I’m gonna give you my knot and you’re gonna
fucking take it,” Jared rasps into Jensen's skin, biting at his neck and
collarbone, leaving one mark after another.
Jensen throws his head back, fingers digging into Jared’s shoulders. “Fucking
finally.”
He’s still way too coherent for Jared’s liking, so he throws Jensen's leg over
his shoulder and starts fucking him as hard as he can. Now that he started, he
can’t stop and his body works singlemindedly towards his goal of knotting his
mate.
Jensen’s nails scratch over his back, probably drawing blood and Jared growls
and leans down to bite at Jensen, finally drawing blood of his own.
“Jesus fuck,” Jensen gasps out and the leg around Jared’s waist twitches
shakily.
Jared crowds in closer, almost folding Jensen in half, and it’s not the classic
mating position, but he doesn't care because like this he can kiss Jensen, bite
at his perfect plush lips and taste him. Jensen kisses back, tongue sloppy and
mouth urgent, but Jared knows they'll have time to work on that later. They’ll
have the rest of their lives.
It’s the thought that finally does it and Jared feels his knot grow steadily,
catching on Jensen’s rim before he forces it inside with a violent shove.
Jensen throws his head back and howls under him, tendons in his neck standing
out and a new rush of wetness leaking past Jared’s knot.
He can’t push anymore so he grinds his hips forward, trying to get even closer
and find that spot that’ll make Jensen come.
“Oh god, yes, there, there, Jay-!” With his name on his lips, Jensen comes,
clenching around Jared violently, spurting come all over his belly and Jared
follows directly behind, the pressure and his mate’s satisfaction pushing him
over the edge. His whole body shakes with the force of his orgasm, pleasure
tingling down into his toes and he can’t keep himself up on his arms anymore.
He collapses on Jensen, and his mate huffs out a breath.
Jared wants to pull away but a shaking hand grips the hair at the back of his
head.
“Don’t move,” Jensen mumbles.
“But I’m too heavy,” Jared tries to protest, but Jensen makes a shushing sound.
“No, you’re not,” he says, voice already sleepy, wiggling around under Jared
and closing his eyes when he finds a comfortable position.
Jensen is a stubborn son of a bitch on his best days, so Jared settles in
between his legs, his dick still pulsing his come inside of Jensen, marking him
up from the inside, and he can feel the connection between them bloom.
It’s nothing tangible, never will be, it’s not like they’ll be able to read
each other’s minds - and it’s surprising how often Hollywood gets that wrong -
but Jensen will always be a presence in Jared’s mind, the constant making sense
of his life. He can feel it, that knowledge of Jensen there with him and it’s
soothing and perfect.
He’s almost asleep when there’s a knock on the door and the nurse inquires
about their health state. Jared looks down at Jensen, sees his eyebrows draw
together in adorable annoyance and he thinks that Hollywood romance is
overrated anyway. Who needs a perfect fairytale mating when he can have Jensen.
 
 
 
 
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