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works/494173.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Religious_Conflict
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-23 Words: 2127
****** Secretly at Night ******
by anyothergirl415
Summary
     Being with Jared went against all the things he knew, the world he
     was brought up in and the life his family expected him to live.
The wind whistled as it blew through the leaves, branches swaying and casting
shadows along the forest floor. Jensen bit his lip and tried not to shiver;
wrapping his arms tighter around his chest and pressing back up against the
tree trunk. It was that time of the month when the moon was mostly gone, just
enough light to make the shadows look like creeping monsters crawling over
twigs and stones.
Something echoed off in the distance, the crack of wood or crunch of leaves,
and Jensen's head whipped in that direction. His breath picked up speed as his
eyes strained through the darkness, fear crawling up his spine and making his
skin grow cold.
"You're making up horror movies again aren't you?"
Jensen spun swiftly the other way toward the voice, eyes wide, heart racing
hard in his chest. "God damnit Jared. You did that on purpose!"
A smirk played across Jared's lips as he all but swayed forward. Confident and
cocky, as was the norm. "How many times have we been out here? Still creeps you
the fuck out. It's hilarious."
Jensen hated being the brunt of jokes, it came from having an older brother he
supposed, and his lips twisted into a scowl. "God I hate you. Why do I always
let you talk me into meeting you out here?"
"Probably has something to do with the orgasms I'd wager." Jared laughed and
pressed forward in the next moment, shoving Jensen back against the tree and
rolling his hips hard to drag denim over denim.
Biting at his lip, Jensen swallowed the rising moan and curled fingers hard
over Jared's arms. "I could get orgasms elsewhere."
"Hey now, no need for idle threats, we both know how no one else could make you
feel like I do." Jared's smirk grew for just a moment before he dipped in and
their lips came together.
That burst of forbidden and wrong crawled up through Jensen as it always did
and he drank it in. Being with Jared went against all the things he knew, the
world he was brought up in and the life his family expected him to live. Jensen
was meant to be a prim and proper boy, follow the rules - legal and religious -
and he lost out on the moan as their tongues met and tangled.
One of Jared's hands dug up into his hair, the other tucking beneath his ass
and lifting until Jensen wrapped a leg high up over a thin waist. The throbbing
ache in his crotch intensified and his hips rolled up to find any sort of
friction.
Like this, with Jared pressing him hard up against the tree and kissing him
like he'd find all the answers to life, the universe and everything, Jensen
forgot about how creepy the woods were in the dark of night. He forgot about
his father's stern lectures about right and wrong and the righteous path. He
forgot about the looks his friends would give him if they knew he was
associating with a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.
Jared pushed and pulled until Jensen fell back and the warmth of thin fingers
slipped under too tight denim. It sucked the last of air from Jensen's lungs
and he fell from the kiss, dropping his head against the tree trunk that was
mostly supporting his weight now.
"How was the Holier Than Thou meeting?" Jared asked through panted breath as he
dragged the zipper down and slipped his hand forward.
Fingers curled around the head of his cock and traced the tip, slipping through
sticky pre-come and causing Jensen to shudder. He huffed out a breathy laugh
and let his eyes flutter closed, rocking up into Jared's too soft touch. "We
are not discussing my Bible club while your hand is down my pants."
"Aw come on Jen, I like it when you preach while I get you off." Jared's lips
were pressed against Jensen's jaw, mouth over his skin, so Jensen could feel
the way his smirk grew.
Jared had to be right, it was the orgasms that kept Jensen coming back, because
the snark wasn't in the least bit endearing. "Wanna hear how I sat by Jeremy?
How he kept moving so close our - shit - our thighs kept touching?"
The grip over his cock tightened again and Jensen groaned, curling his fingers
into the soft cotton of Jared's shirt and pulling up to get at flesh. It was
nice to know he could work Jared up just as much as Jared did him. And there
was really nothing better than that dark possessive look that made Jared's
brows draw together as he straightened up.
"You just want me to get rough. Maybe fuck you up against this tree? What if I
had my own plans in mind for the night?" Jared pulled his hand free from
Jensen's pants and stepped back.
A protest rose up in Jensen, his back sliding down the tree a few inches before
he managed to get his feet under him, but Jared was in motion again before
Jensen could get the words out. In the next beat he was spun and pushed
forward, his cheek rubbing up against dried bark and not for the first time
Jensen wondered why he didn't just get them a hotel room for the night.
Jared shoved Jensen's jeans and boxers down to his ankles, sending the cool
night air ghosting over his skin. It was enough to ease some of the heat that
had been building and he shifted to lay his arm across the tree so he had
something a little more comfortable to rest against. For a while Jared's
fingers roamed over his skin, massaging the back of his thighs, dipping between
to roll over his balls, sliding up to rub firmly into the mounds of his ass.
Jensen knew why they never got a hotel. The thrill of being outside like this,
even where no one could see him, was almost as great as the thrill of doing
this in the first place. Still, all this careful touch, slow massaging, it was
making him feel a little antsy and he twisted back to frown at Jared. "Are you
waiting for a show?"
"Always got to be in such a rush; Jeez, way to make me feel like your dirty
little secret." Jared laughed but Jensen's brows rose, wondering if there was
something more to the boy's tone or if he was just reading into things.
He didn't have a chance to question.
In the next moment Jared was down on his knees, fingers digging once more into
the flesh of Jensen's ass and spreading him wide. Jensen twisted back to rest
against his forearm and moaned low in his throat as the steady sweep of Jared's
tongue slid over his skin. He never asked where Jared learned to do the things
he did but he was eternally thankful for them.
"God, Jared, more," Jensen groaned and rocked his hips back, eager to meet the
next glide over Jared's tongue over his hole.
Jared took his time circling the flesh, tracing every inch until Jensen felt
his toes curling and his legs shaking. He kept trying to spread them wider but
his jeans kept him trapped and he couldn't get enough of that searing heat
working spit over his skin. By the time Jared's fingertip was edging in beside
his tongue Jensen was gasping in breaths, rocking back just to keep his hard
leaking cock from brushing up against the hard bark of the tree.
"Come on, come on, Jared. Stop teasing." Jensen could never control his breathy
little pleas when he was being worked over like this; he was pretty sure that
was exactly why Jared did it in the first place.
"I wonder if we do this enough now that I could fuck you without any prep,"
Jared mused quietly as he sat back, pulling his finger free.
Jensen's body was trembling from the mixture of too much heat and cool night
air. He listened to the flick of a bottle cap opening and pulled in a deep
breath through his nose. "Maybe. If you didn't enjoy shoving your fingers up my
ass so mu-"
His words caught on a strangled groan when Jared shoved two fingers into him
without hesitation, twisting and pulling out just as quickly. Jensen whined and
pushed back to meet the next thrust, heaving in breaths and clutching the tree
for some type of support to keep him up.
"I think you've got a smart mouth. One of these days I'm gonna have to fuck it
too, maybe teach you a lesson." The words were breathed against Jensen's ear,
Jared pressing up against his back now and slipping a third finger forward.
Jensen got off on being controlled, on Jared getting a little dark and
possessive and the boy had learned that fast and used it to his advantage. He
was caught between that perfect combination of distant ache and burning need,
only vaguely registering the whoosh of fabric and the shifting of Jared's body.
Then the fingers were pulled back and he had just a moment to whine at the
empty loss before Jared was there, lining up and shoving hard. This time Jensen
did crash into the tree, hissing as bark scraped over his skin and his eyes
clenched shut.
Jared gave him time to adjust because he always did, because he knew what
Jensen needed, because he knew Jensen best. And just around the time Jensen was
ready to start begging for more Jared pulled back and rocked slowly forward,
inching in like they had all the time in the world.
"What if your Bible friends saw you now?" Jared breathed against his ear
between the next in-out. "Pinned up against the tree. Panting and shaking.
Desperate for it. What do you think they'd say?"
"Jared," Jensen groaned and dropped his free hand back, clutching at Jared's
hipbone and digging his nails into the skin.
"Tell me what they'd say," Jared demanded in a growl and thrust in just as
torturously slowly as before. "Won’t give you what you want unless you do."
"They- they'd say," Jensen gasped and rocked his hips back, clenching as if he
could make Jared move faster, harder, deeper. As if he had any control over
this at all. "They'd say it was wrong. They'd say it was dirty and sick."
"You think it is?" Jared asked, so casually, like he wasn't at all affected by
the way his cock was sliding slow and steady deep into him.
Jensen wasn't sure why it always came down to this but he knew. He'd always
known. And he'd be here again so the answer wasn't even that hard. "No. I
don't."
As if he'd said the magic words Jared was suddenly in motion. He drew back and
snapped hard forward, taking hold of Jensen's hips to angle his thrusts and
drive down deep. Their bodies collided with the slap of fresh, echoing out
between the moans Jensen couldn't control and the breath he couldn't catch.
Jensen closed his eyes and savored. Each time Jared drove forward it was right
up against that perfect spot and he knew the teasing had gone on too long for
him to last. Jensen chanted Jared's name as the boy's hand slid around and
wrapped around him, stroking in time with each thrust in. He was careful to
make sure Jensen didn't crush against the tree once more, even when Jensen's
knees started to feel a little too weak and his vision began to blur.
"Jared," he managed to gasp out and just when the boy moaned and sank his teeth
into the flesh of his neck, Jensen lost out.
His release sprayed up against the tree, body tightening and relaxing and
shuddering. Jared moaned and fucked hard forward a few more times before
stiffening as well, working his own release deeper into Jensen with tiny little
rocks.
They stayed that way for a few long minutes, like they always did, letting the
night settle around them and their breaths even out.
When Jared pulled back and stepped away Jensen slumped against the tree,
waiting for the roll of shame that always came after the fact. It wasn't there
this time and he wondered, maybe, if his mind was finally set on the real truth
of the matter.
"So; this the part where you say this can't happen again?" Jared asked quietly
and Jensen listened as he pulled his pants up.
A branch cracked off in the distance but Jensen didn't bother opening his eyes
to check it out. "Nah; think I'd miss the orgasms too much."
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