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alexisjaneTitle - Who takes control in the bedroom?
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 - 1982
Warnings - man sex, age difference, unrealistic representation of the US university system, manhandling.
A/N - For
smpc
Part of the Dot The i 'verse. The story of Jensen, a college professor, and Jared, the student he falls in love with, unfolds, not chronologically, but with the questions posed by readers, so their life together emerges in bits and bites, depending on what is asked. Originally a comment meme thing prompted by
wings128 who wanted J2 CollegeAU
This chapter inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_heart_june's lovely gif, and theatregirl7299 suggesting Jensen wants rough sex.
Who takes control in the bedroom?
Initially, Jensen. It's not something they really discussed, no preferences were spelled out. Their physical relationship developed organically at first; Jensen using his experience, learning what Jared liked or didn't like or loved, by the way he grunted and squirmed and sighed.
But it was an assumption on both their parts that this was the way they both wanted it. Jensen had 25 years ––and a list of boyfriends that needed more than ten fingers to recall –– on Jared. The only thing Jared brought to the table was a couple of awkward, fumbling hand jobs, regret and his virginity. So, somehow they fell into a pattern with Jensen's professorial role extending to the bedroom.
And it worked. They were happy. Jensen was attentive and caring, Jared was eager to please, they were both satisfied and everything was great.
So, the last thing Jensen was expecting to end up talking about over the bathroom sink with a mouth full of toothpaste almost a year into their relationship, was why Jared never got to decide what they did in bed.
Jared had been quiet when he'd got home from class. Nothing so dramatic that Jensen had been instantly worried but he'd noted that Jared wasn't his usual, ebullient self. He hadn't even thought to ask if anything was the matter until they were clearing the dishes after dinner and for once Jared's plate wasn't licked clean. But Jared gave him a soft smile and said he was just tired. Jensen regarded his expression questioningly for a moment, and seeing nothing that contradicted that, kissed him gently on the lips and suggested an early night.
But, Jared's silence, or maybe it was more his stillness, started to bother Jensen as they changed into the sweats and teeshirts that they usually lounged around in when they read or talked before stripping them off and getting under the sheets. So he asked again, reminding Jared that he didn't have to keep anything from him, that they could and should talk. Jared only stared, not looking for one moment like he was about to say anything, so Jensen just nodded as he drew his glasses from his face, placing them gently on the bedside table as he made his way to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to be was overbearing.
He was almost ready to rinse when Jared loomed over his shoulder in the mirror. Jensen stopped brushing, the handle sticking out of his foamy mouth, his brow creasing when Jared finally said what had been bothering him.
Jensen really didn't know what to make of it so he bent down to spit, only to find himself alone in the mirror again when he straightened up. He found Jared sitting hunched on the bed with his back to the bathroom. Jensen wiped his mouth on the towel in his hand and dropped it casually into the laundry basket as he walked over to where Jared was folding down on himself. Jensen lowered himself slowly to sit next to Jared, so close that their arms slid against each other and their thighs pressed together.
"You want to tell me here that came from?"
Jared didn't look up. His bangs swayed as he shook his bent head, but almost immediately he straightened up to his full height and sighed. They both knew there was no point in resisting.
˜•˜
It had been a joke, Jared knew that, but the barb had stung him and he hadn't been able to shake it all day––the initial sting becoming an ache of doubt that kept growing and growing. He'd been sat with a few of the guys at lunch, in what was supposed to be a study group but they rarely got much studying done. They mostly gossiped like old women and occasionally mentioned the application of Mann-Whitney U before lapsing back into speculating on which TA was doing the new lab tech.
Jared didn't go much for that sort of thing, so he'd idly keep one ear on the chatter as he read, pitching in when the talk went back to what they were supposed to be discussing. Except that that day, just as he bit into his apple, the topic of conversation moved to the hottest guy on campus who just happened to be wandering along the opposite side of the quad. It was a miracle Jared didn't choke when he glanced up to find all eyes tracking Jensen as he walked along, head in a book, undergrads skittering out of his oblivious path.
It seemed there was much speculation about the professor's preferences and dating habits. It took about a nanosecond for everyone to remember that Jared was renting a room from him and start to grill him for information. It took all of Jared's chill to mumble out that he hardly ever saw the guy, that he kept himself to himself, all the while trying not to think about the way Jensen sleepily mouthed at the spot where Jared's neck met his shoulder that morning when they woke in each other's arms, and that the Ramones teeshirt Jensen was sporting was actually his.
He wasn't sure who suggested that maybe Jared and the hot prof were doing the dirty, but any dread of discovery was quickly eclipsed by the fact that, after a pause, everyone burst into laughter. It seemed the consensus was that Jensen was buff and big and no doubt preferred a petit partner that he could manhandle and dominate in bed. "It's always the quiet ones!" was bandied around in delight, the classmates seemingly unaware of Jared's silent observation.
˜•˜
Jensen frowned. "Are you upset because they didn't realize that we're together? Because I thought we'd agreed––"
"I'm upset be–because..." Jared sighed out a heavy breath, his shoulders sagging, and ran his fingers through his hair before looking Jensen in the eye. "Do you––do you wish that I was––smaller?"
"No."
"I just thought that––"
"No." Jensen took Jared's hand and pulled it into his lap. "A lesser man would be offended that you would take the opinion of a bunch of idiots over someone who cares so much about you."
Jared smirked. "You being the bigger man?"
Jensen smiled. "No." He maneuvered Jared's hand so it lay palm down over the bulge in his sweatpants, and leaned back on his elbows. "No, that would definitely be you."
Jared swallowed hard, his hand involuntarily flexing against the sensation of Jensen swelling under his touch. "You want me to...?"
"Do whatever you want. I'm all yours." Jensen smiled when Jared huffed out a laugh and shook his head, his eyes not daring to look up from where he was fondling Jensen through his loose sweatpants. Jensen wanted to run his hand through Jared's hair, or guide his fingers down to his balls but instead he asked quietly, "What do you want?"
Jared watched his fingers trace the line of Jensen's length one more time, pushing the fabric tight against so that he could see the shape of it, even the the crown of its head. "I want to fuck you."
Neither of them could ignore the violent twitch that Jensen's cock gave at that. Jensen seemed even more surprised than Jared, who looked up at his lover in astonishment for a second before taking it as permission to grab the waistband of Jensen's pants and start wrestling them down his thighs.
Jensen fell back onto the bed, feeling somewhat astonished himself at how hot those words had made him as he was jostled by Jared violently stripping him down. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed for Jared before but he supposed even then he was still the one deciding when and if that happened, and couldn't stop himself from giving Jared gentle instruction and encouragement.
But this was different. Jared had never stripped him bare like this before. Or flipped him over like a rag doll. It knocked the breath out of Jensen but Jared didn't seem too care. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his flushed chest, then shimmied out of his pants while he fumbled in the drawer for lube. For some reason, the fact that he was panting and his hands were shaking, was too much for Jensen and he groaned, grinding his erection against the bed.
But then there was a hand on his lower back, holding him still. It felt huge. Jensen felt a little stupid, because it had always been huge, but before this Jensen had always loved the sensation simply because it was Jared's hands touching him. His sudden awareness of the size of Jared as he pushed Jensen's legs apart and drizzled cold lube down the crack of his ass, that was new.
All the self reflection went out the window when he felt Jared's thumb press into him –– not going slow or steady but penetrating his tight ring and hooking upward. Jensen half-thought that Jared was intending to throw him like a bowling bowl, when the thumb disappeared. Jensen gasped when he felt Jared press along his taint, scooping up the lube there and feeding it into Jensen's hole again, the stretch devoid of the initial sting until another finger joined it. The idea that Jared was using two hands to open him up was too much, and he moaned loudly, trying to think about the stack of papers in his office that needed grading or the symposium next week that he still hadn't prepared for.
Except Jared had other plans. He didn't give Jensen much more attention before he was slicking himself up and pressing his painfully hard cock against Jensen's hole. They both held their breath, Jared's hands trembling, both of them waiting for Jensen to open up and let him in. Jared's dick was no joke. Even for a big guy he was big but Jensen trusted him to go slow. Which he did. Agonizingly slow, both of them panting through the burn. Until Jared's hips were settled against Jensen's ass. Then he leaned down, his sweaty bangs brushing against Jensen's cheek as he whispered in his ear, "You like it deep?"
Jensen gasped and closed his eyes, hardly able to believe that this was his sweet Jared, until the man inside him drew back and then drove forward hard with his hips.
Jensen saw stars. He cried out, not in pain but at the near overstimulation of Jared's long cock dragging endlessly over his prostate. He thought he would come with that, but instead he coughed and almost choked when Jared did it again. Jensen thought he might die, being plowed like this, feeling Jared towering over him, the weight of him baring down on his back, feeling the sweat drip from his brow and the sweet friction as he was rocked up and down the bed. Jared didn't speed up, but kept up the slow, punishing pace, adjusting the angle of his hips in response to the sounds that were spilling out of Jensen's mouth until he slowed and stuttered and gave two short thrusts, slumping onto Jensen's back as Jensen came himself, gasping as he shot his load on the sheet beneath him.
They lay there, Jared having the wits, at least, to prop himself up up on one elbow so he didn't suffocate his lover.
After a minute, Jensen licked his dry lips and raised his head, turning to look over his shoulder. "Yes."
Jared stirred, rubbing his cheek across Jensen's shoulder blades as he turned. "Huh? Yes, what?"
Jensen smiled. "Yes. Apparently, I do like it deep."
Jared huffed out a laugh, and kissed the nape of Jensen's neck. "Me too." He sighed and seemed to tense up a little before asking, "So...you don't wish I was––"
"No," Jensen interrupted. "No, I do not."
It was never an issue again.
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 - 1982
Warnings - man sex, age difference, unrealistic representation of the US university system, manhandling.
A/N - For
smpcPart of the Dot The i 'verse. The story of Jensen, a college professor, and Jared, the student he falls in love with, unfolds, not chronologically, but with the questions posed by readers, so their life together emerges in bits and bites, depending on what is asked. Originally a comment meme thing prompted by
This chapter inspired by
big_heart_june's lovely gif, and theatregirl7299 suggesting Jensen wants rough sex.Who takes control in the bedroom?
Initially, Jensen. It's not something they really discussed, no preferences were spelled out. Their physical relationship developed organically at first; Jensen using his experience, learning what Jared liked or didn't like or loved, by the way he grunted and squirmed and sighed.
But it was an assumption on both their parts that this was the way they both wanted it. Jensen had 25 years ––and a list of boyfriends that needed more than ten fingers to recall –– on Jared. The only thing Jared brought to the table was a couple of awkward, fumbling hand jobs, regret and his virginity. So, somehow they fell into a pattern with Jensen's professorial role extending to the bedroom.
And it worked. They were happy. Jensen was attentive and caring, Jared was eager to please, they were both satisfied and everything was great.
So, the last thing Jensen was expecting to end up talking about over the bathroom sink with a mouth full of toothpaste almost a year into their relationship, was why Jared never got to decide what they did in bed.
Jared had been quiet when he'd got home from class. Nothing so dramatic that Jensen had been instantly worried but he'd noted that Jared wasn't his usual, ebullient self. He hadn't even thought to ask if anything was the matter until they were clearing the dishes after dinner and for once Jared's plate wasn't licked clean. But Jared gave him a soft smile and said he was just tired. Jensen regarded his expression questioningly for a moment, and seeing nothing that contradicted that, kissed him gently on the lips and suggested an early night.
But, Jared's silence, or maybe it was more his stillness, started to bother Jensen as they changed into the sweats and teeshirts that they usually lounged around in when they read or talked before stripping them off and getting under the sheets. So he asked again, reminding Jared that he didn't have to keep anything from him, that they could and should talk. Jared only stared, not looking for one moment like he was about to say anything, so Jensen just nodded as he drew his glasses from his face, placing them gently on the bedside table as he made his way to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to be was overbearing.
He was almost ready to rinse when Jared loomed over his shoulder in the mirror. Jensen stopped brushing, the handle sticking out of his foamy mouth, his brow creasing when Jared finally said what had been bothering him.
Jensen really didn't know what to make of it so he bent down to spit, only to find himself alone in the mirror again when he straightened up. He found Jared sitting hunched on the bed with his back to the bathroom. Jensen wiped his mouth on the towel in his hand and dropped it casually into the laundry basket as he walked over to where Jared was folding down on himself. Jensen lowered himself slowly to sit next to Jared, so close that their arms slid against each other and their thighs pressed together.
"You want to tell me here that came from?"
Jared didn't look up. His bangs swayed as he shook his bent head, but almost immediately he straightened up to his full height and sighed. They both knew there was no point in resisting.
˜•˜
It had been a joke, Jared knew that, but the barb had stung him and he hadn't been able to shake it all day––the initial sting becoming an ache of doubt that kept growing and growing. He'd been sat with a few of the guys at lunch, in what was supposed to be a study group but they rarely got much studying done. They mostly gossiped like old women and occasionally mentioned the application of Mann-Whitney U before lapsing back into speculating on which TA was doing the new lab tech.
Jared didn't go much for that sort of thing, so he'd idly keep one ear on the chatter as he read, pitching in when the talk went back to what they were supposed to be discussing. Except that that day, just as he bit into his apple, the topic of conversation moved to the hottest guy on campus who just happened to be wandering along the opposite side of the quad. It was a miracle Jared didn't choke when he glanced up to find all eyes tracking Jensen as he walked along, head in a book, undergrads skittering out of his oblivious path.
It seemed there was much speculation about the professor's preferences and dating habits. It took about a nanosecond for everyone to remember that Jared was renting a room from him and start to grill him for information. It took all of Jared's chill to mumble out that he hardly ever saw the guy, that he kept himself to himself, all the while trying not to think about the way Jensen sleepily mouthed at the spot where Jared's neck met his shoulder that morning when they woke in each other's arms, and that the Ramones teeshirt Jensen was sporting was actually his.
He wasn't sure who suggested that maybe Jared and the hot prof were doing the dirty, but any dread of discovery was quickly eclipsed by the fact that, after a pause, everyone burst into laughter. It seemed the consensus was that Jensen was buff and big and no doubt preferred a petit partner that he could manhandle and dominate in bed. "It's always the quiet ones!" was bandied around in delight, the classmates seemingly unaware of Jared's silent observation.
˜•˜
Jensen frowned. "Are you upset because they didn't realize that we're together? Because I thought we'd agreed––"
"I'm upset be–because..." Jared sighed out a heavy breath, his shoulders sagging, and ran his fingers through his hair before looking Jensen in the eye. "Do you––do you wish that I was––smaller?"
"No."
"I just thought that––"
"No." Jensen took Jared's hand and pulled it into his lap. "A lesser man would be offended that you would take the opinion of a bunch of idiots over someone who cares so much about you."
Jared smirked. "You being the bigger man?"
Jensen smiled. "No." He maneuvered Jared's hand so it lay palm down over the bulge in his sweatpants, and leaned back on his elbows. "No, that would definitely be you."
Jared swallowed hard, his hand involuntarily flexing against the sensation of Jensen swelling under his touch. "You want me to...?"
"Do whatever you want. I'm all yours." Jensen smiled when Jared huffed out a laugh and shook his head, his eyes not daring to look up from where he was fondling Jensen through his loose sweatpants. Jensen wanted to run his hand through Jared's hair, or guide his fingers down to his balls but instead he asked quietly, "What do you want?"
Jared watched his fingers trace the line of Jensen's length one more time, pushing the fabric tight against so that he could see the shape of it, even the the crown of its head. "I want to fuck you."
Neither of them could ignore the violent twitch that Jensen's cock gave at that. Jensen seemed even more surprised than Jared, who looked up at his lover in astonishment for a second before taking it as permission to grab the waistband of Jensen's pants and start wrestling them down his thighs.
Jensen fell back onto the bed, feeling somewhat astonished himself at how hot those words had made him as he was jostled by Jared violently stripping him down. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed for Jared before but he supposed even then he was still the one deciding when and if that happened, and couldn't stop himself from giving Jared gentle instruction and encouragement.
But this was different. Jared had never stripped him bare like this before. Or flipped him over like a rag doll. It knocked the breath out of Jensen but Jared didn't seem too care. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his flushed chest, then shimmied out of his pants while he fumbled in the drawer for lube. For some reason, the fact that he was panting and his hands were shaking, was too much for Jensen and he groaned, grinding his erection against the bed.
But then there was a hand on his lower back, holding him still. It felt huge. Jensen felt a little stupid, because it had always been huge, but before this Jensen had always loved the sensation simply because it was Jared's hands touching him. His sudden awareness of the size of Jared as he pushed Jensen's legs apart and drizzled cold lube down the crack of his ass, that was new.
All the self reflection went out the window when he felt Jared's thumb press into him –– not going slow or steady but penetrating his tight ring and hooking upward. Jensen half-thought that Jared was intending to throw him like a bowling bowl, when the thumb disappeared. Jensen gasped when he felt Jared press along his taint, scooping up the lube there and feeding it into Jensen's hole again, the stretch devoid of the initial sting until another finger joined it. The idea that Jared was using two hands to open him up was too much, and he moaned loudly, trying to think about the stack of papers in his office that needed grading or the symposium next week that he still hadn't prepared for.
Except Jared had other plans. He didn't give Jensen much more attention before he was slicking himself up and pressing his painfully hard cock against Jensen's hole. They both held their breath, Jared's hands trembling, both of them waiting for Jensen to open up and let him in. Jared's dick was no joke. Even for a big guy he was big but Jensen trusted him to go slow. Which he did. Agonizingly slow, both of them panting through the burn. Until Jared's hips were settled against Jensen's ass. Then he leaned down, his sweaty bangs brushing against Jensen's cheek as he whispered in his ear, "You like it deep?"
Jensen gasped and closed his eyes, hardly able to believe that this was his sweet Jared, until the man inside him drew back and then drove forward hard with his hips.
Jensen saw stars. He cried out, not in pain but at the near overstimulation of Jared's long cock dragging endlessly over his prostate. He thought he would come with that, but instead he coughed and almost choked when Jared did it again. Jensen thought he might die, being plowed like this, feeling Jared towering over him, the weight of him baring down on his back, feeling the sweat drip from his brow and the sweet friction as he was rocked up and down the bed. Jared didn't speed up, but kept up the slow, punishing pace, adjusting the angle of his hips in response to the sounds that were spilling out of Jensen's mouth until he slowed and stuttered and gave two short thrusts, slumping onto Jensen's back as Jensen came himself, gasping as he shot his load on the sheet beneath him.
They lay there, Jared having the wits, at least, to prop himself up up on one elbow so he didn't suffocate his lover.
After a minute, Jensen licked his dry lips and raised his head, turning to look over his shoulder. "Yes."
Jared stirred, rubbing his cheek across Jensen's shoulder blades as he turned. "Huh? Yes, what?"
Jensen smiled. "Yes. Apparently, I do like it deep."
Jared huffed out a laugh, and kissed the nape of Jensen's neck. "Me too." He sighed and seemed to tense up a little before asking, "So...you don't wish I was––"
"No," Jensen interrupted. "No, I do not."
It was never an issue again.
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