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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Danneel_Harris, Donna_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Bottom_Jensen, Top_Jared, Flirting, Seduction, Jealousy
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_New_Neighbour_'Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-22 Words: 631
****** Unpleasant Company ******
by peaches854
Summary
     Jensen doesn't like anyone touching his stuff.
Notes
     Do comment if you like it!
It had been two days since Jensen’d last seen Jared, all of which he had spent
thinking about how to make his first move. He decided that his last encounter
with him had been pretty darn good, had seen the lust in Jared’s eyes as they
tracked the movement of his tongue. So, making sure that feelings were
reciprocated wasn’t a problem. What he was sure would be a problem, though, was
his age. Jared was probably one of those uptight people who swore to never
touch someone unless they were over the age of consent.
Well, he’d change that soon enough.
 
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The next time he went over to Jared’s house, it was to deliver some of his mail
that’d accidentally been delivered to Jensen’s house. (Well, that wasn’t the
actual story- he’d snuck over to Jared’s early in the morning before school,
and had picked some of his mail up from the older man’s front stoop- but what
Jared didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?)
It was now evening, bright afternoon  light giving way to darkness, and Jensen
had an outfit that he kept specifically for special occasions (read: to seduce
people who were too shy to make a move), tight jeans that clung to the slight
bows of his legs, that other, older men had told him they’d love to feel
wrapped around their waist, and the curve of his ass that previous lovers had
practically waxed poetic about.
If Jared could resist him like this, well- the man would need a whole lot of
willpower.
The sight that met his eyes when he reached the older man’s house didn’t please
him at all, though- Danneel, the woman in the house opposite Jared’s, a total
man-eater who’d been divorced five times, and was reputed to be a total gold
digger- was sitting curled up in Jared’s lap on a lawn chair near the man’s
huge-ass pool, clad in only an apple-green color bikini, which actually was
just two little scraps of cloth just barely covering her nipples, and a narrow
triangle for covering up her genitals. She was giggling at something Jared had
said, and the older man had a beatific smile on his face, too.
Danneel was a beautiful, curvy redhead, C-cups & all, and was once a
supermodel, and if he was straight, he’d totally bang her. But, well, he
wasn’t, and he really didn’t like anyone touching what belonged to him. Also,
he was pretty sure that she stopped modelling because the crow's feet near her
eyes and the wrinkles on her face kept growing- she certainly wasn't getting
any younger.
He’d already lost quite a few guys to her- Tom Welling, the high school science
teacher, for one, and Steve Carlson, the country singer, both hot as hell. But
then, he’d also managed to steal Mike Rosenbaum, the county sheriff (and man,
he was one hell of a lay) and Chris Kane, the local doctor who was hung like a
horse, much unlike his size would lead you to believe. They’d been fighting
this battle for a long time, and he wouldn’t hesitate to use the dirty tricks
he’d picked up along the way.
Danneel stiffened as she saw him approaching, and sneered when her gaze went to
the mail in Jensen’s hand. He just smiled at Jared, handing him the mail and
talking softly and keeping his voice sweet, something most men loved.
His reunion with Jared (who seemed just as happy to see him), though, was cut
short when Danneel remarked snidely, “Well, I’m spending time with Jared now,
and we’re talking about adult matters, nothing you’d understand.”
He took it for the good bye that it was, and left, but the old woman didn't
know what she had coming.
Bitch, it’s so on.
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