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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Series:
      Part 1 of Exploration_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-31 Words: 2064
****** Take Your Body Downtown ******
by tebtosca
Summary
     Written for blindfold-spn for the following prompt:
     Jared (age 14-15) is best friends with Jensen (same age). They're
     alone in the house one day, playing video games when Jared happens to
     notice that Jensen's got a boner. They feel each other up and Jared
     thinks that's great. It gets even better when Jensen wants Jared to
     play with his ass (Jensen's been sticking a finger inside himself for
     awhile now and thinks it would be even better if it was Jared's
     finger (or dick).
The funny thing about being in love with your best friend since birth is that
you never really know when the switchover from kid-you-eat-mud-with to boy-
with-the-cock-you-want-to-eat happens.
Jared tries to put the pieces together. Remembers in kindergarten, when Tommy
Welling tried to steal his peanut butter crackers and Jensen knocked him in the
face with one tiny fist just to get them back. Remembers telling his mom when
he was eight that he was going to marry Jensen one day, and having his mom look
back with a fondness he’d only recognize later when he looked at his own face
in the mirror while thinking about Jensen.
Remembers the first wet dream he ever had, and how Jared woke up to thoughts of
freckles and green eyes on a laughing face.
They’re fifteen now, just past the tumult of freshman year and safely into the
boring no man’s land of sophomore year, and Jared wonders if it’s ever going to
be the right time to tell Jensen about the switch. Maybe see if Jensen’s switch
has flipped somewhere along the way as well.
Jared never expected Gears of War 3 to be the catalyst for revealing his
deepest, most aching secret, but here they are. Jensen’s parents are out of
town for the weekend visiting his newborn cousin, and they’re sitting in
Jensen’s room playing video games like a million other times before.
Jensen is sitting there on his floor, inches away from both Jared and the
haphazardly discarded box of pizza they had for dinner. He’s wearing basketball
shorts and a probably-dirty Cowboys t-shirt and he has a fucking boner.
“Jen.”
Jensen swallows hard, still staring at the television, but his hands are
clutching the controller like letting it go will literally kill him, and his
face is bright red. His shorts are tenting obscenely with his erection and
Jared would give his right arm to be able to reach over and touch it.
“This game sucks, dude,” Jensen scoffs, and Jared can tell Jensen’s trying his
best to sound nonchalant.
“Jensen.”
Jensen throws the controller to the ground and pulls his legs up protectively
to his chest. He still can’t look Jared in the eye and Jared doesn’t know how
to fix it.
“Adrenaline rush,” Jensen mumbles, cheeks so pink that Jared’s afraid he’s
going to pass out from the blood overload. “All that sacrificing to save
humanity and shit really got me excited.”
“It’s okay, I like it,” Jared blurts out, not knowing exactly when his brain-
to-mouth filter shut off, but it was probably around the time that he could see
the outline of Jensen’s dick through his shorts.
Jensen looks up at him then, finally, a stunned expression on his face. He’s so
beautiful and Jared is so gone for him that he wants to write fucking pop songs
about his eyelashes and then sing them outside Jensen’s window so that even Old
Man Beaver and his hearing aide can hear them.
Jensen doesn’t move an inch so Jared decides it’s now or never and wraps his
hand gently around one of Jensen’s knees. Jensen lets out what can only be
described as a whimper and stares down at the hand. He’s looking at it like he
can’t figure out what it’s doing there, and Jared holds his breath and waits to
see the response.
“I like it,” Jared repeats, slower this time, with what he hopes is more
meaning.
Jensen’s eyes move up then, a long, questioning, suddenly heated gaze that
makes Jared feel like the hairs on the back of his neck are on fire.
“What do you like, Jay?” Jensen says, his voice suddenly low and dark. Jared
can feel his own fingers twitching against the curve of Jensen’s knee.
Jared doesn’t even realize that he’s moving until he finds himself pressing up
against Jensen’s side.
“You, Jen. I like you,” he murmurs as their lips touch for the first time.
Jared can’t help himself, curls his hand in Jensen’s hair, palming the nape of
his neck and pulling him in until they are breathing the same air and sharing
the same spit. The heat from their bodies radiate against each other, as they
mold themselves together from mouth to thigh, grinding together with a
desperation that wasn’t there even moments before.
Jensen whines at the back of his throat as he pushes away the pizza box and
falls back on the carpet, pulling Jared down on top of him until their bodies
are perfectly aligned. Jensen’s legs come up, wrapping themselves around
Jared’s hips as he pumps his pelvis up and grinds their dicks together through
cotton.
They come in a matter of seconds like, well, teenage boys.
“Wow,” Jared huffs out a laugh, pressing his face against Jensen’s sweaty neck.
“Dude, wow? That’s all I get after that amazing orgasm?” Jensen demands, but
Jared can hear the giddiness in his voice and knows that he’s just as surprised
as Jared about the sudden turn of events.
Jared pulls his face up, presses a kiss to Jensen’s lips that is so tender and
girly that it might as well be covered in glitter, and just grins.
“I think about you all the time,” Jensen says suddenly, after a few minutes of
them just breathing each other's air and mouthing against each other.
Heat flares up Jared’s spine, and he grinds his wet crotch down into Jensen’s
with just a tiny bit of force. “Yeah, Jen? What do you do when you’re thinking
about me?”
Jensen tugs Jared’s bottom lip between his teeth and suckles. “I touch myself,
inside. Pretend it’s you, your finger, your cock.”
Jared has no idea how the hell this conversation turned so drastically, but
they are alone in the house and the boy of his dreams is talking filth, so
he’ll take it whichever way he can get it.
“Wanna see it, Jen. Will you show me?”
That drags a moan out of Jensen and his pelvis pumps up involuntarily. “Yeah,
Jay, I want to. Want you to see the way you make me feel.”
Jared scrambles off of Jensen and practically manhandles him up on to his bed
as Jensen laughs happily.
“Eager much?” Jensen grins, reaching over to his nightstand and pulling out a
bottle of lube, and holy fuck, this is really happening. Jared hopes he can
make it through this night without hyperventilating.
“Just freaking out a bit,” Jared admits, before reaching his hand out and
placing it on Jensen’s chest to reassure him. “I mean, I want this, want you,
more than you’ll ever know, but it’s just a bit of a shock, right? Aren’t you
shocked?”
Jensen looks at him then, just the curve of his mouth tilting up into a smile,
and covers Jared’s hand where it’s pressing over his heart. “Honestly? I’m just
fucking relieved.”
And just like that, it’s all okay. They’re Jared and Jensen again, except now
they’re Jared and Jensen and a bottle of lube.
Jared isn’t sure how they got from Point A—laying on the bed fully clothed—to
Point B—Jensen laying against his pillows totally naked, legs open, and half-
hard cock still sticky with come. Actually, Jared doesn’t really care how they
got there, because they are there now and Jared’s going to be damned if he’s
going to miss anything else from this point forward.
Which means that he’s currently lying down flat on his belly with his head in
between Jensen’s legs, watching Jensen rub slippery fingertips around his own
perineum.
Jared doesn’t touch. Doesn’t know if he’s allowed to; if he even wants to. He
watches though, watches the way Jensen’s fingers slide smooth over skin,
swirling closer and closer until the nail of his index finger is lost in the
tight furl of his hole.
Jensen groans and Jared echoes him, balling his hands into fists so that he
won’t plunge inside next to Jensen’s finger. He waits, watches Jensen’s digit
get bolder, strokes deeper, before its twin joins in and he has two fingers
pressing deep inside, opening himself up so intimately to Jared’s gaze. It
burns Jared up, the fact that Jensen’s giving this to him, letting Jared see so
deep inside all of his most secret places, both physical and emotional.
“Sometimes my fingers aren’t enough,” Jensen’s murmuring, and Jared listens to
that deep voice while his eyes are fixed to Jensen’s hole opening and closing
like a tiny, hot little mouth. “Sometimes I think about how big your dick must
be, and I think that there’s no way that my fingers can prep me for that.”
“What do you do then, Jen?” Jared demands, voice hoarse with lust. Jensen’s
fingers pump and Jared aches to reach out with his tongue and lick the webbing
of his hand.
There’s a noise like Jensen’s reaching one handed into his night stand, and
then he’s sliding what looks like—no, is, fuck—a small, smooth silver
flashlight down the curve of his ball sac.
Jared nearly chokes when he realizes what’s about to happen, and he presses the
meat of his palm to his cock so that he doesn’t come all over himself again.
“You fuck yourself on that thing?” Jared croaks, blinking rapidly to make sure
this is not some elaborate dream sequence that he’s going to cruelly awaken
from.
“Not all the time, but you know,” Jensen says, and he somehow sounds shy, even
though he’s centimeters away from shoving a flashlight up his ass. “I wanted a
real toy, but it’s not like anyone’s going to sell it to me, so I made do with
what I had.”
Jensen pulls his fingers out with an obscene squelching sound, and begins
sliding the smooth metal down towards his opening. Jared finally touches then,
placing his hand possessively on the handle of the flashlight.
“Let me,” Jared demands hotly, and Jensen’s thighs shake in response.
Jared squeezes the base of his own cock with one hand as he takes the
flashlight with the other and gingerly brings it to Jensen’s hole, which is
shiny with lube and quivering in anticipation of getting something stuffed back
up inside it.
“It’s okay, Jay. I won’t break.”
Jared slides the handle into Jensen with one firm movement and Jensen hisses.
Jared stills his hand and watches the tight rim of muscle pulsating around the
object breaching it. Watches it dance around the handle, blossoming for it, and
Jared can’t help but let go enough to run the tip of one finger around the
circle where hot flesh meets cool metal.
Jensen’s holding back his own thighs, slippery hands trying to get a grip that
doesn’t quite catch. Jared uses the open space to duck his head down and lick
where his finger just was, wanting to taste the fever of the stretch.
“Jared, please,” Jensen begs, and Jared doesn’t think he even knows what he’s
pleading for.
Jared tugs at the handle, watches how Jensen’s rim is gripping it tight, puts a
little more force into it until he’s fucking it into Jensen with the most
rhythm he can manage. Jared licks again, and again, tastes metal and lube and
Jensen, and presses his fingers into Jensen’s thigh so harshly that he knows
his best friend will be wearing his bruises the next day.
“Jared, touch me please,” Jensen wails, and Jared rips the flashlight out of
his ass and tosses it off the bed just seconds before he pulls down his own
pants and strips his dick right over Jensen’s hole. Jared comes just like that,
white streaks dripping down into Jensen’s body, his hole grasping desperately
for something that isn’t there anymore.
Jared swipes two fingers in his own come and plunges them hard into Jensen’s
ass, crooking up just so, causing Jensen to arch up and come, untouched, all
over his own stomach.
Jared doesn’t stop, just kneads his fingers against Jensen’s inner walls, until
Jensen becomes too sensitive and pulls at Jared’s hands with a whine. Jared
finally pulls out and flops to the side, draping his come and sweat drenched
body over Jensen’s matching one.
Jensen coughs then and Jared looks up at him with blurry, exhausted eyes before
pressing a kiss to Jensen’s neck.
“So,” Jensen says, entwining his sticky hand with Jared’s. “Can we do that
again?”
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