[FIC] Who Makes The First Move?

[alexisjane]

Title - Who Makes The First Move?
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - These are my words. Characters that bear the names of actors in this story have no relation to the real life people of the same name. They simply have the misfortune to be cast in my sordid little tale. No profit is made from this.
Word count - 2,800

Warnings - man sex - oral and intercrural, age difference, unrealistic representation of the US university system, pie.

A/N - I'm all kinds of fail. I was supposed to do a pretty picture for my smpc but my art-fu left me at the last minute and there's no way in hell I'm posting something that awful...so you get this awful instead.

From the 'verse called Dot The i (heed the warnings on the post if you go there)
Originally a comment meme thing prompted by wings128 who wanted J2 CollegeAU (Thank you so much, Darling) that's gotten out of control. I'm still taking questions and writing more. Anyway, you don't need to have read any of the other bits, although this tiny snippet might help it along...


Who Holds The Umbrella?

It's how they meet. Jared stumbling on the last step on his way out of the library, his armful of books hitting the ground at the same time as the first drops from the sky, scrabbling desperately to pick them all up, his eyes starting to sting with humiliation, and home sickness, and the thought of having to go back and face his asshole roommate. Getting the books wet, and getting a fine he can't afford is the last straw. It's been two weeks and he already hates it there.

Just as the rain starts in earnest, he reaches for the last volume when a shadow falls over him. He looks up to see Jensen holding up the umbrella he always carries with him (even in the summer, slotted between the handles of his briefcase), his glasses speckled with drops, and his smile soft and kind. Jared shakes the wet bangs out of his eyes and mutters thanks, thinking he would just scurry away before he embarrassed himself any further. But then Jensen offered a towel, as his place was around the corner, which turned into an offer of a dry sweater and a band-aid for the scrape on his knee, which turned into dinner, discussing Jared's scholarship and Jensen's tenure over pizza, which turned into a promise of coffee the following day. Jared walking back to his dorm room in the dark, clutching his books to his chest, smiling for the first time in months. He moves into Jensen's "spare room" the last week of Christmas break.
So yeah, Jensen holds the umbrella, and it always makes Jared's heart swell.



Anyway. I hope this is okay. Beta'd in record time by the ever wonderful, yohkobennington. (Thank you so much, Hunny ♥). Any remaining mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point them out.
ETA - Made some minor edits coz they were pissing me off : )







Who Makes The First Move?


Jensen. Well, he takes off his glasses. It's hardly a 'move' as such but it's enough to encourage Jared to close the distance between them and to finally finally feel the warmth of his much admired mouth.

It seemed strange at first, their tentative friendship. There were so many reasons why it was a bad idea. They just got talking. That was all it took. Ten minutes in Jared's company, listening to his surprisingly elegant turn of phrase, watching him blot the rain from his hair and neck with a towel that was far too large for purpose, marvelling at his serious, astute questions that were unexpected in the least from a freshman. Jensen had clasped his coffee mug to his chest, hoping to somehow shield his pounding heartbeat from Jared's attention, thinking that Jared would somehow hear it and know that Jensen was smitten.

Years later, when Jensen admitted as much, Jared laughed and dragged his naked body up the length of Jensen's to find his mouth and whispered quietly that to be fair, the fact that Jensen blushed every time he had spoken, had pretty much given it away. His heartbeat was the least of his problems.

Either way, Jensen had, in some unprecedented turn of bravery, invited Jared for coffee the following day, and Jared had calmly said yes, like senior lecturers bought coffee for beautiful undergraduates everyday of the week. Except maybe they did, it's just Jensen never had. It had never even crossed his mind. Sure he had his fair share of pretty things making doe-eyes at him during lectures, and getting close enough to smell the underlying note of alcohol in their sweat, in his office, and unsurprisingly almost every single one had a failing grade. But Jensen had never been interested in the slightest. It wasn't that he couldn't see it, couldn't feel it, he just never wanted it.

Then he'd seen him, the boy with the floppy hair and dark brown eyes that he'd make contact with across the Quad, in the hall, at the library. And whenever he caught a glimpse, those eyes would already be trained on him. And their gaze would meet and the boy would slowly turn away, not acknowledging but not spooked either, like it meant nothing.

Then one afternoon, he was right there, on his knees, desperately scrabbling to retrieve the fallen books on the ground, as fat drops fell all around, and he just looked...done. And then so was Jensen. It was pure compulsion on his part, stepping up, holding his umbrella, and offering assistance. He couldn't remember what possessed him to offer a towel, couldn't fathom either why Jared said yes. He got a clue when he caught the look on Jared's face as he watched Jensen polish the raindrops off the lens of his glasses with the tail of his shirt, Jared's lips parted, sheer pink fading to darkness within, a wet red divide transitioning to dry velvet soft without; eyes slightly wider, fixed unblinking on the movement of Jensen's fingers caressing the glass, and the sliver of pale, freckled hip exposed where the shirt should be. Jared looked drunk. Jensen felt guilty that he didn't feel the slightest bit dirty, when he knew he should stop, but instead slid the frame through his fingers and started rubbing the other lens, even slower, more deliberate than before, asking idly about Psych and why, when he could be taking English. Jared swallowed and dragged his eyes up. They snagged on Jensen's mouth, and Jared pulled his lower lip through his teeth before letting out a huff and giving a reasonable explanation that Jensen could barely hear over the sound of his own want.

But still, Jensen asked and Jared turned up the next day at Jensen's office right on time, his messenger bag strapped across his chest, cargo shorts revealing dark, dense hair on his legs that Jensen jerked off to that night in the shower, thoughts of running his hands up under the loose fabric until the soft hair turned coarse and curly. Jensen had just finished a lecture, and they had an hour before Jared's next class. They went to the on-campus Starbucks and Jensen paid what he'd probably earned that day for two coffees, and a muffin for Jared as he looked like he was about to crash. They sat in a patch of sun and talked about home, about Dallas, about the Cowboys, about trucks and music and how they missed real barbecue, about how Jensen's new book was going, about how Jared's roommate was beyond awful, until Jensen realised too much time had passed. Jared shrugged and said the lecture was covering what he already knew anyway, and Jensen mentally put another big black mark in the book of his conscience.

It was like they both knew, like a huge neon sign spelling out "What the hell are you doing?" lit up every time they were together, and as much as they ignored it, the flashing light showed on their faces. But it just felt so easy. Jensen wasn't much for socialising, work was something he loved, so he did that. He'd sit in the Quad and read on sunny days, happy to talk to whomever approached him. He attended faculty meetings and alumni dinners and never got the impression he was disliked. But his relationships failed because his first love would always be words and the men in his life never could understand that.

Jared did though. He would always show up with his messenger bag full, prepared for the moment when Jensen's mind would wander and he would find himself scribbling furiously in his notebook or with his face in a book, and he would look up expecting scowls or reprimands or an empty seat, but no, Jared would have pulled out an assignment or key text or Arkham Asylum, and would look up, dimples dark on his happy face when he saw Jensen was back with him. He was dangerous.

They had the talk. The talk about all the reasons they shouldn't. Jared looked so hurt, like Jensen had taken away everything that mattered. Yes, Jared was nearly 21 but that meant he was still 20, and that didn't change the fact that Jensen was 45. And no, Jensen wasn't Jared's teacher but he was still a senior lecturer in a position of authority, who had a good chance at the tenured position that was coming up, despite being so young. And yes, they had a connection but Jared was lonely. He hadn't really made any friends yet, being that he wasn't into partying or girls, his sister had her own kids to worry about now and didn't have time for him. The talk ended with Jared walking away, looking like Jensen had broken every bone in his body.

The following day, Jensen had walked up to where Jared was doodling on the fly leaf of a text book, handed him a coffee, sat and sipped silently at his own until Jared's tension dissipated a little, then asked how he felt about lasagna, because he loved making it but then he'd be stuck eating lasagna for a month and nobody likes lasagna that much. Jared watched him from behind the paper cup, eyes wet and swimmy, until Jensen had babbled himself out, then asked if Jensen thought he should just make a smaller lasagna. Jensen looked at him seriously and shook his head. He told him he'd thought about it but no. It was all or nothing. He really liked lasagna.

Jared brought dessert, store bought key-lime pie, but the good kind, and for some reason it made Jensen feel a little emotional. Jared made a joke about letting it breathe, blushing and uncharacteristically reserved in his tone and movement, but Jensen laughed, and made a show of plating it and setting it in the fridge as instructed. Dinner was awkward for about thirty seconds and then they were back to their usual selves, almost. Just as Jared would relax into the conversation, Jensen could see him check himself and pull back, like he'd forgotten that things were different now. Neither of them ate much.

Afterward, Jared broached the subject of leaving and Jensen thought for a second that he was having a heart attack, the pain was so real. Jensen was sat on the couch, nursing his second glass of Chianti, while Jared sat cross-legged on the rug, casually browsing the piles of books beside the coffee table. He was calm when he said it and Jensen knew it wasn't a knee-jerk reaction. College had been his mother's plan, and although it has been Jared's too, now he was here, all it did was remind him of her absence. He hadn't connected with his classmates, the course was fine but one of the TAs had taken a real dislike to him, so he'd started to dread that too. Plus, he'd talked to his buddy back home and the offer of the apprenticeship was still open. Fixing cars was probably a lot easier than fixing people anyway. Jared's smile was sad when he said it, and Jensen thought that look might be the end of him.

Jensen nodded. He ran his hand over his face hard, trying to bring blood to the surface so the blotching around his eyes would be less obvious. He mumbled some stuff about how he thought it would be a waste, and Jared should talk to his adviser and not do anything rash. And that he would miss him. Jared nodded and shrugged and said he knew, in the kind of way that meant Me too, but Jensen put down his wine and leant forward in his seat, fixed Jared with a look that made Jared wide-eyed. "No. I don't think you do."

He took off his glasses and laid them pointedly on the arm of the chair. And then realized he had no idea what to do next. Thankfully all he had to do was open his legs as Jared crawled up between them, his body, his hands, shaking ever so slightly as he touched, just his fingertips, just in case he had it wrong, up Jensen's legs and chest and face, while Jensen sat frozen.

The small sound that Jensen made in the back of his throat seemed to be all the consent Jared needed, and tentatively cupping Jensen's jaw, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Jensen's. The feeling of finally having those lips on him was like completing a circuit and Jensen came to life. He scooted forward, pressing himself against Jared, opening his legs further so he could get as close as possible, pulling Jared in. Jared's body heat seeped through his jeans and shirt and Jensen breathed in the scent of him. He ran one hand up into Jared's hair, dragging him down, deepening the kiss, eliciting a groan from Jared as Jensen's tongue licked into his mouth, while the other wrapped around Jared's waist, fingers searching out and finding the hem of his teeshirt, working their way under to touch Jared's bare skin.

They kissed, the pace becoming increasing desperate, both vocal, little gasps and groans, hands finding available skin, and nipples pebbling against the rub of soft fabric, the urgency of finally being able to touch each other overwhelming them. Jensen felt drunk with it, almost hysterical, like any second the excitement would boil over and he would just scream with laughter. That stopped dead though when he realised that Jared was rutting against him, the hard line of his cock dragging against Jensen's inner thigh. Then there was nothing else.

He broke the kiss, holding back a confused Jared for a moment before finding his voice again, although it came out rough and broken, and "Up. Up." was all he could manage. Jared stared at him like he'd gone mad, his face red, mouth ruined, but he soon got the message when Jensen's fingers started shakily unbuttoning his fly.

Jared staggered to his feet, one hand on Jensen's shoulder to prise himself of the floor, Jensen yanking Jared's jeans down below his ass as he stood. Jared let out a breathy "Ooh" when Jensen pressed his face to Jared's crotch, his hard cock twitching in his underwear. Jensen ran his nose up the line of it, stopping at the tip to suck at the wetness growing there, before pulling the underwear down, and letting Jared's cock spring free.

When Jensen's breath hit bare flesh, Jared stuttered out something about not lasting much longer, so Jensen quickly wrapped his hand around the base and wrapped his lips around his head. Jared cried out and grasped at Jensen's shoulders, fingers like talons that left interesting bruises. For a minute, Jensen tried to use his tongue, pump his hand, suck and lick but then decided finesse just wasn't going to cut it. He let go of Jared's dick and instead put his hands to use holding Jared up and encouraged him to simply use his throat. It had been a while and Jared was bigger than he first thought but the noises Jared was making and the abandon with which he fucked his face was overwhelming good.

Jensen felt Jared's balls tighten before Jared started to pull back. Jensen suddenly felt horribly possessive, like Jared was trying to take something that was already his, so he held him tight, letting his fingers dip between Jared's ass cheeks.

Jared barked out a yell as he came and Jensen tried to take it all but couldn't. He swallowed frantically as his mouth filled with come but had to pull off, coughing, using his hand to work the last pulses out of him. Jared buckled in his arms, and Jensen laid him down gently on the couch beside him. Jared looked wrecked, shivering, mumbling "Oh my God" and "Give me a minute" but Jensen was already on his knees, flipping him over, pulling him to the edge of the couch, and unzipping.

Jared held out an ineffectual hand and tried to sound calm. "Jensen, I haven't...I don't think..."

Jensen leaned down, kissing his palm and then the base of his spine. "Don't worry, I won't...I just need..." He pulled off his shirt, and almost cried out when his painfully hard cock was finally freed. He didn't bother to do much besides hook his underwear under his balls, wipe the come from his chin and use it to slick his cock before sliding it between Jared's ass cheeks. The angle was bad, but the sensation every time his head popped out over Jared's sacrum more than made up for it. Jensen was close, he was vibrating with it, grunting and rutting against Jared, all his attention focused on the smooth glide and where Jared's skin paled under his fingertips as his pressed the flesh together. He thought it couldn't get any better, that he could die happy knowing that he got to do this just once, but then Jared was pushing himself up onto his elbows. Jensen felt a sting of panic but Jared reached his hand over his shoulder and stripped off his teeshirt, exposing his long lean back. Then his shoulder blades popped as he reached out and grabbed for Jensen, urging him forward, and Jensen came, splashing lines of white up Jared's spine, splattering into his hair, and shouting "Fuck." over and over, all the words in the English language at his disposal, but that was the only one that he could articulate.

He knelt there, eyes closed, panting, arms braced either side of Jared, until he felt Jared's teeshirt flap in his face. He wiped Jared down with it, kissing his hair, his skin, after each pass. Jared turned and started to pull up his jeans when he was done but Jensen stopped him. Instead he stood, stepped out of his own jeans, then pulled Jared's off. He unfolded the blanket from the back of the couch and lay down beside Jared, pulling it over them both. It was a little awkward, but the couch was just about wide enough. After arranging their limbs, Jared suddenly sat up. Jensen felt a pang of anxiety but when Jared lay back down offering Jensen his glasses, it turned into something else entirely.

For a while they said nothing. "I don't want you to go" was on the tip of Jensen's tongue but he never went there. Much later he found out that "That was my first time" was on the tip of Jared's, and he was so grateful that they stuck to other topics instead, like how the key-lime pie was languishing uneaten.

Comments

[wings128.livejournal.com]

It was such an innocent little prompt *bounces* and now there's more! How awesome! :D
This was beautiful, and hot!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

I've decided you're a wizard. I can't stop. Cannot stop! I'm so in love with these two and I find I can write them so fast! Everything else is like pulling teeth but this is just...I'm having so much fun, even if some of the fills have turned out a bit sad. Thank you you so much : ) xxx

[wings128.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled for you hun, truly. Such a large age gap is going to leave room for some interesting scenes between them. Jensen with so much to teach Jared, and Jared with the ability to surprise Jensen in ways he's not yet aware of.

So glad you're loving writing them, because I'm absolutely happy to read them, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Sad is great hun, it gives balance to the hot, and takes us on a roller coaster ride of fabulously written emotion.

♥♥

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

This was so good!

Thanks for writing and sharing! But now I have to read the rest of the 'verse!

♡

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you Hunny! I'm so glad you like.
There's some fic in the post and some fills in the comments. Feel free to prompt me too! : ) xx

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

How about:

Where did they go and what did they do on their first holiday together?


Where and when were they married?

<3

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Oooo, thank you!!! They're going on the list : ) xx

[milly-gal.livejournal.com]

I'm still so in love with this :D ♥ xx

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

: ) thank you, Hunny : ) I still have JJ's questions to fill and another of cerului's which shouldn't make me cry this time...but if you fancy asking something ever... : ) xxx

[milly-gal.livejournal.com]

The ones I was gonna go for were already taken *pouts* but I'll give it some thought :) I'm looking forward to the other's you've still got to post :D xx

[wendy.livejournal.com]

Years later, when Jensen admitted as much, Jared laughed and dragged his naked body up the length of Jensen's to find his mouth and whispered quietly that to be fair, the fact that Jensen blushed every time he had spoken, had pretty much given it away. His heartbeat was the least of his problems.

This is so beautiful and written in a really cool, almost detached style. Yet it's still very connected and intimate. I can clearly feel the no-no-can't mixed into the yes-yes-must. Love it.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, Hun! It's turning out to be a really interesting way of writing and developing a story, with each question being a little fic in itself but then all of them tying together too...it's kinda fun : ) I really do love these characters so much and I do think that's half the battle sometimes.

I'm so glad you enjoyed : ) xx

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

I really like this - the reasons they shouldn't be together are real but their connection is so passionate. There was something very sad about it, a thread of emotion that really worked and that kind of crystallised with how "That was my first time" was on the tip of Jared's, and he was so grateful that they stuck to other topics instead which gave it just that right amount of mixed emotions.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

There's a running theme that Jensen always has an issue with the age difference and Jared struggles with that. I think at this point, if Jensen had realised he'd taken Jared's virginity, he would have flipped out and it would have damaged them...so I'm so fucking happy that came through!!!

Thank you so, so much : ) xx

[pennydrdful.livejournal.com]

Oh goodness, that was just so sweet! I need to hustle myself over to the rest of your work in this verse.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm really loving these guys : ) Some of the fills are quite sad but still, so much fu to write. I hope you enjoy xx

[fufaraw]

Shameful confession: graphic sex scenes bore me. There're only so many variations, and I'm far more interested in character and other elements, anyway. I find myself skipping what may have been someone's carefully crafted, sweated over and oft-rewritten sex scenes.

This? Has been bookmarked, to be read again and again, to evoke that breathless, airless moment before inevitability begins. I think it's all the better for being less planned, less plotted, less thought out beforehand. Well done.

::fanning self:: Really, well done.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Jebus, woman.

Just so you know, I'm printing this out and framing it, and hanging it on the wall so I can look at it everyday.

I suck at porn, I get embarrassed and awkward, and I really find it has to be part of the story, that it's an expression of what's happening in the relationship. So to know that it worked for you, that it was hot, but also the context worked...I feel like one of those "Achievement Unlocked" banners appeared over my head : )

Thank you so much ♥ xx

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Intercrural *____________________*

Need I say more????? Anything just short of penetration . . . I have no idea why. Must be my phallophobia. Don't like them pointed at me. My guy friends laugh and I'm like, NO I''M LIKE TOTALLY SERIOUS! WHY DO YOU THINK I'M SINGLE. Then I tell them how I've written men off forever but i still have women to choose from.

Anyway, I loved it! Jensen with GLASSES. OMG.OMG.OMG. WHY??? I just want them to get all steamed up so he can't see. ahahahahahahahahahaha. Jared refuses to let Jensen take them off. Sex with glasses and nothing else.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

As I was writing the bit about the tip of Jensen's cock poking out the top of Jared's ass cheeks, I was so thinking of you!! Just the tip : )

Ooo, glasses sex! That could happen : ) xxx

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a sickness. I'm trying to write catatonic!MoC Dean/caretaker Sam but I'm stumped. I can't get past the intro and I'm not sure what should take place. I just want Sam feeling his brother up in the bathtub because he's lonely and misses his brother. Any ideas?

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Just write the bathtub bit and then maybe the context will come as train of thought/flashback...we've been wanting this for so long!! : ) xx

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

I wrote drabble for it but it feels like I'm using too many words/trying too hard

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

You need to remember that a) You do this everytime. You doubt yourself but its lie your brain is telling you. It's trying to protect you by making you inert, you mustn't listen to it, and b) You are allowed to use words. You need to use words. I know you want to distill every concept down to a haiku but you must use words. Maybe do the opposite. Maybe try to write something using as many words as possible. You are allowed. There's no limit, they cost nothing, you have permission to use as many as you want. We're all desperate for you to write because you do it so well, so as far as we're concerned the more words the better, Darling ♥ xx

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the critic and the muse are at a standoff. It's like the old paradox: "What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?"

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Can I have more intercrural and intergluteal? It's my favorite. And/or partial penetration because Jensen is intimidated by Jared's cock.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Yes. I definitely like it! I like that there can be so many acts of intimacy before it even gets to full on fucking. 'S nice : ) xx

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I just like each act by itself. Like . . . lets say Sam fingers Dean until he comes. Nothing else. Just that. WHY IS THAT SO HOT?????

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

Jensen is like, ummmm, okay but just a little . . . and Jared is like : /

So it's like half handjob and half penetrative sex.

[skeletncloset.livejournal.com]

It can be like a standalone. Just two boyfriends who have been intimate for a while, maybe a year or so but they've never gtotten around to it. Jared bottoms because he's like, see? It's awesome. I love it (but maybe he's laying it on thick for Jensen) and he comes off as a porn star and Jensen is suspicious. Jensen in turn reasons with Jared since he is smaller and Jared is larger it stands to reason that it would be less painful for Jared, so Jared should bottom all the time. Or something. So because Jensen is so anti-bottoming Jared becomes OBSESSED. He thinks maybe Jensen might never had his cherry popped so he starts contacting Jensen's old boyfriends . . .

[firesign10.livejournal.com]

Really lovely and sensual and hot, but delicious!!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, Hunny : ) xxx

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

Please hurry up and do more. These two are so compelling. I want to know *all* about them.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

I will I will!!! Hopefully tomorrow : ) (hopefully) xx

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. So glad there was more of this. The intense emotions coupled with the hot sex are so perfect. Love love love it. *mwah*

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Mwah back atcha!! I find it so hard to write pwp, so thank goodness for these guys : ) I personally think the sex works better with the emotional stuff behind it...well, I hope so at least : ) I'm so happy you liked it ♥ xx

[plasticine-star.livejournal.com]

Ack! I have such a kink for teacher Fic. I loved this and now must read the whole verse. ;D

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

I never in a million years thought I write college AU so I'm so glad now that I am, that you guys are enjoying it : ) Thank you for reading, Hun : ) xx

[lyryk.livejournal.com]

This is just absolutely, completely beautiful and hits pretty much all my buttons. <333

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, Hun. I really loved writing this so I'm so glad people are enjoying it : ) xx

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

I loved this so much it was very good andbsexy and sweet

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Hunny ♥ xx

[lupina78.livejournal.com]

♥
Loved it so much, I´d to put it to my memories! :)
Guess there´s nothing else to say, other than how wonderful, hot and sexy this story is!

Thank you for writing and sharing!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading! And for your amazing icon! *fans self* I'm going to try and do a masterlist of all the fills soon. And if you can think of any questions to ask on the other post, I will get around to filling them all at some point : ) x

[jimbobjoe.livejournal.com]

I know I'm fantastically late, but I forgot to read this until now. It's GREAT!!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

No not late! Fic lasts forever...at least I hope it does : /

Thank you so much, Hun!! There will be more soon...well, soonish..but there will be more : ) xx