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h0nryd0g69: hey babyy u wanna h00k up???
Someone had once told Jared he was too smart for his own good and that meant he was bound to get into a trouble. Really, Jared didn't think he was much for trouble but the IM box flashing on his screen suggested otherwise.
Not like Jared would really waste his time on someone who wasn't capable of proper spelling, complete words, and whose screen name was so blatantly foul. He hadn't really been cybering long but Jared had higher standards thank you very much.
pada_dimple: Not with you, ever. No.
Before the person, who was likely some creepy old man wearing a sweat-stained wifebeater and scratching his rolls of fat while he leered at the screen, could respond Jared blocked his name and clicked back into the chat room. Jared figured he had every right to be selective about the people who occupied his time. After all, he was the one they all wanted; his profile said he was sixteen years old and that seemed to get all the guys in the room salivating.
Jared was actually thirteen but they didn't need to know that and you know, smart for his age and all. Curious too. That was kind of the thing that had led up to all of this internet exploration. Jared was curious about everything in life and he always had been. When he was younger it was always, why is the sky blue, Mommy? or where did that new baby come from, Daddy?
So when Jared had hit puberty and his wandering eye and active imagination didn't linger on women but men instead, Jared needed to pursue that curiosity. He'd asked his brother - who had scoffed and shaken his head and shoved him from his bedroom. He'd asked his mother - who had patted his head and offered him one of her Special K crisps while insisting he let her finish her phone call to Aunt Tracy in peace.
Jared had even considered asking his dad but, well, he wasn't an idiot.
Which was really why Jared had taken to the internet where he discovered pictures and porn and then the chat rooms. Real people who would talk to him and describe such dirty things and Jared wanted to drink it all up.
full10inchz: dimplez huh? wanna let me trace em with my hrd cock? cood slick u up with my cum
Scrunching his face up, Jared blocked the user and browsed the names in the chat room, hoping to recognize one. He'd never chatted with anyone who made a completely lasting impression but right now he was kind of desperate. He had tried watching some of his favorite videos - with the bigger men bending younger boys over the couch and having their wicked ways with them - but it just wasn't cutting it.
What Jared really wanted was someone to talk to him, to tell him all the dirty things he wanted to do to Jared's tiny ass. Of course, Jared would never tell them his real age but his imagination was active enough he could put the pieces together. Besides, he had a pretty good feeling any guy who was over-eager about talking to a thirteen year-old was probably not someone he should be talking to in the first place.
Jared harbored all of these little fantasies about meeting an older man that he gradually coaxed into a relationship but, well, that was probably a little idealistic. Or a lot idealistic. A boy could dream.
JR_star has entered room MidnightFantasy.
Sitting up in his chair, Jared slid just a little closer to his screen and glanced once over his shoulder. There was something different about the user who'd just entered the room but Jared had no idea why. Probably simply the fact that his name wasn't some ridiculous misspelling of dirty words that made Jared roll his eyes.
seXybeasty11: supp JR? feelin hot n bothered 2nite??
full10inchz: he aint gonna be 4 u. we all no ur full of it.
seXybeasty11: stfu. like ur really 10 inchz.
"Oh my god," Jared half laughed and shook his head, clicking on JR's name to private message before the man could leave the room. Honestly, Jared wouldn't blame him but he had to give the guy a shot. You never knew when you'd find someone who could at least entertain you for an hour.
pada_dimple: They're kinda a lot huh? I hope you haven't just been scarred for life.
JR_star: Not too much I guess. I take it you're about to tell me you're not like them?
pada_dimple: Not at all like them. Mostly because I'm probably not a slimy old guy sitting in my underwear in my mom's basement.
JR_star: And how do you know I'm not a slimy old guy?
A grin slowly pulled at Jared's lips and he inched just a little closer to the screen. Sometimes he could just tell if a conversation with a random stranger online was going to be amazing and this one had real potential. As long as he managed to not spaz too much and send the guy running. Every now and then Jared had a tendency to get a little carried away.
pada_dimple: You don't really give off slimy old guy vibes. Are you one?
JR_star: Nope. Just a guy, bored and curious. I'd ask if you're one but my gut says no, you're not.
pada_dimple: Your gut would be right. I'm only 16. How old are you?
JR_star: 16? Damn kid, what are you doing in a place like that chat room with a bunch of sleaze balls?
Jared felt that little twinge of guilt he always got when he lied about his age but saying he was sixteen had the guy calling him kid already. Admitting how young he really was? No, that wouldn't go over very well.
"I am not a kid," Jared sighed, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. "Well, not completely. Mentally. Whatever."
pada_dimple: Probably the same thing you were doing, looking for someone to talk to. And I am not a kid! How old are you anyway?
JR_star: Man, I'm 28, you're making me feel old.
pada_dimple: I thought you said you weren't a slimy old man!
JR_star: Hey now! Shut your mouth. Didn't your Mama ever teach you any manners?
pada_dimple: Sure she did, I've just forgot them. Mama huh? You wouldn't happen to be from Texas?
JR_star: … you're not stalking me right?
It was impossible to believe his luck. What were the chances of finding someone else from Texas in a chat room? It had to be fate, Jared was sure of it. All the signs pointed toward this being a good thing. Already there was a huge grin on Jared's face and he wondered if it would be too childish to ask JR to friend him on their messenger this soon.
pada_dimple: Nah, I'm just from there as well, I know the lingo. Soo do you have a name or should I just call you JR?
JR_star: You can call me JR. I don't suppose I should call you pada_dimple, though that is adorable. PD? Pada? Dimple? Sir Dimples?
pada_dimple: Hah, yeah you're funny. You can call me Jay and not adorable. Cause I'm totally not.
JR_star: So you're ugly? That's a crying shame.
pada_dimple: God, dick, I totally hate you.
JR_star: Oh Jay, don't be so cruel. You'll break my heart.
The giggle that exploded from Jared's lips was possibly the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard and he was incredibly glad there was no one around to hear him. Something about JR's easy banter made him feel all warm from head to toe and Jared bit at his bottom lip to try and stifle some of his grin.
It really wasn't working. And Jared really didn't care.
JR_star: Pretty sure that would be a bloody and slightly vampiric thing to do.
pada_dimple: Riiiight. Maybe I should kiss something else to make you feel better?
JR_star: Why Jay, coming on to me already? Barely a few minutes chatting and you're nearly begging for it.
pada_dimple: Isn't that what you came here for?
There was something weird twisting in Jensen's gut and it wasn't all that horrible. When he'd first caved into the idea of going online and exploring those infamous chatrooms Katie and Mike were always giggling about - clearly they had too much free time on their hands at the hotel too - Jensen had thought it would be funny. He'd had no intention of actually having a real conversation with someone.
Especially not a sixteen year old someone who appeared to be adorable and promiscuous all at the same time. He was coming on to Jensen without hesitation and then that sweet username of pada_dimple that stood out like a sore thumb among the other raunchy names. People occasionally told Jensen he was out of touch with the real world - working a night job could do that to a person - but Jensen could have sworn sixteen year- olds weren't always so forward.
But some part of Jensen was curious, fascinated by this boy and his quirky sense of humor, so he couldn't just stop talking now.
pada_dimple: Uh, sorry. Too much? I get carried away.
JR_star: No you're good. And you're right, mostly. Though curiosity brought me here in the first place. You frequent these rooms? For...
pada_dimple: Cyber sex. I guess I came first for curiosity too but I wanted more. I keep hoping to find someone who keeps me interested for a while.
JR_star: Damn. You're pretty smart for your age, huh?
pada_dimple: Trust me, you have no idea. I get that a lot though.
JR_star: That sounds... strangely ominous. Shit brb.
"God, finally." The blonde on the other side of the counter snapped her gum too loudly and tapped her hot pink nails on the lobby desk. "I've been trying to get your attention for like, an hour."
Jensen had only been inside from his break for half an hour and this girl certainly wasn't there then, or in the last five minutes when he'd glanced up, so she was full of shit. But he worked in hospitality and he had no choice but to smile and turn further from his screen. "Sorry about that. How can I help you, ma'am?"
The woman scoffed and shook her head. "Do I seriously look old enough to be a ma'am? I need more towels for my room like, right now."
"Right of course, here I'll just get..." Jensen spun in his chair and stood, reaching up to grab three extra towels and turning back to offer them to the woman.
Working the front desk in a hotel, especially the night shift, was quite possibly the dullest job imaginable. Technically they called Jensen's shift the swing shift; he came in at six PM and left at two AM but it might as well be overnight for the complete lack of action he saw. There would be the few late stragglers checking in but mostly it was people like this bitch, out of towners whining and pleading for more of whatever cheap necessities they couldn't go without.
Jensen watched the woman walk off - without even a thank you, the whore - before sighing and rubbing his temple. Why did he still have this job?
pada_dimple: Have you abandoned me?
JR_star: Shit sorry no, I'm just at work. Had to deal with bitchy guest.
pada_dimple: Guest? Should I dare to guess what you do?
JR_star: Ha. I work in a hotel, perv. You sure you're not the slimy old man?
pada_dimple: Ugh this again? Tell me about the bitchy guest. Or about you. Whatever you want.
JR_star: You want to know about me? How sweet, such a charmer.
pada_dimple: I am rolling my eyes at you. And I know you want to tell me.
JR_star: Yeah okay, I kinda do. Maybe you can spare me from the dullness that is my job. And my life.
Jensen flushed and ducked his head down, rolling closer to the front desk. He knew he shouldn't have told Katie about Jay; it was just... they'd been talking for almost a week now and Jensen was kind of enthralled by the kid. He was funny and smart - though when he'd complained about his math homework the night before it certainly hadn't seemed like he was in a very advanced class for being sixteen. He was sweet and caring, and he always listened when Jensen felt like whining about work or guests.
And Jensen couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something dangerous about Jay and Jensen wasn't entirely sure it was just the age thing. Sixteen wasn't that young, after all, maybe he was even an old sixteen - almost seventeen. Maybe Jensen was just kidding himself.
"Jen?" Katie sighed and nudged him with the toe of her sneaker. "I'm kidding. Tell me about the guy. You guys done the - what's it called? Ohh cyber sex, have you done that yet?"
The flush of Jensen's cheeks grew and he groaned, letting his head fall hard down onto the keyboard. "I really hate you."
"Ackles, you break it and it's coming out of your check," Mike hollered and swept across the lobby in all his manager glory.
There was a pretty good chance Mike was the worst manager in the history of the entire planet but somehow he still kept his job. It was a flat out miracle. Jensen pushed himself up and scowled. "I quit. I'm so out of here."
"Now, now, Jen, don't get your silky panties in a knot. We want to hear all about your internet boy toy." Mike laughed and planted his hands on the front desk, leaping easily over it and coming inches from kicking Jensen square in the jaw.
"He's not a boy toy. He's just...he's a friend. Just a kid- I mean, a guy. Just someone I've been talking to and he's friendly. Nothing wrong with friends." Jensen glanced from Katie to Mike and shook his head. "And he's a hell of a lot better than you two."
"A kid, huh?" Katie ignored the insult and smirked, inching closer to Jensen. "Are you perving over little kids online, Jen? That's creepy."
The comment made Jensen think of Jay and his teasing about being a slimy old man and smiling now? Really not the best choice. Katie considered him with slowly arching brows and Jensen coughed loudly and shook his head. "He's sixteen, not a child and certainly not a kid. Besides, we've done nothing. Don't you two have something better to do with your time off?"
"Oh, right. Come on Katie, let's leave Jen to his pedo bear ways and go get some grub." Mike dropped an arm heavily onto Katie's shoulders and dragged her toward the back.
Jensen vaguely waved goodbye, forcing himself to listen to the back door closing and scanning the front lobby for lingering guests before booting up his computer. He wouldn't admit just how excited he was to log onto his messenger, just to see if Jay was there waiting for him like he usually was.
They didn't have to meet in the chat rooms anymore; they were on each other's friends lists, and Jensen didn't ask Jay if he still went to the rooms but a part of him liked to think he was enough. Sure they had yet to be any real cyber sex but it was really just... awkward. Sometimes the things Jay typed really worked Jensen over, made his cock uncomfortably hard and press on the front of his jeans, and there Jensen was in the lobby of the hotel he worked not really able to do anything about it.
But their conversations were good and Jay always seemed so happy to see him online so maybe Jensen was worth not getting that virtual sex kick.
pada_dimple: JR! You're on early, usually don't see you for a couple hours.
JR_star: Yeah, gonna be a slow night. What's up?
pada_dimple: The usual, homework and my parents are being dicks. I need to go to Walmart for a project and no one will take me.
JR_star: You don't drive?
pada_dimple: Oh um, no. I don't really have time to learn.
JR_star: Must be a major pain in the ass though. Your friends at school give you shit about that?
pada_dimple: Nah, none of them really drive either.
pada_dimple: Well I mean I really don't have many friends.
JR_star: Ah, I know that feeling. I've only got Katie and Mike and as you've heard, they're dicks.
pada_dimple: Shh. Don't talk about dicks. Cannot handle it tonight.
JR_star: No? Why?
pada_dimple: Seriously? At my age? Even talking about dicks gets me worked up. Especially with you.
Jensen could feel heat crawling up his cheeks and he blew out a shaky breath, taking a moment to lift his head and look around the lobby. This was the thing about Jay, like he somehow knew exactly how to be suggestive without getting too lewd and Jensen's mind could easily fill in all the little details.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to not give into the urge to do more.
JR_star: And why is it particularly worse tonight? Aren't you kind of always worked up?
pada_dimple: Mostly but see, there's this guy. We've been talking a lot lately and I can't really tell if he's into me. I've been thinking about him a lot though and it's starting to drive me a little insane.
JR_star: Ahhh yes, sounds very frustrating. Maybe he's just super oblivious?
pada_dimple: Or maybe he only talks to me during his work shift and he can't jack off in a hotel lobby.
JR_star: Well damn, maybe he should change that.
pada_dimple: I wish he would. Any idea when that might be?
pada_dimple: Seeing as you seem so wise on the issue and all.
JR_star: I'm off tomorrow. I've got errands to run but in the evening time? We could meet here?
pada_dimple: Yes. Definitely. Now tell me about why your friends are being so awful.
JR_star: Would you believe, it's because there's this guy...
Over the week they'd been getting to know each other Jared had created lots of little fantasies about the man. Even though he only had a vague idea of what he looked like and was maybe way off mark. Jared had considered asking for a picture but JR would likely want one in return and Jared was a little worried just how that would play out. He may act a lot older than his age - and therefore could pull off pretending to be sixteen - but he was too skinny and scrawny to look it.
Jared would be crushed if JR stopped talking to him because he was too young. Especially when they were finally going to have more. Which was currently why Jared was browsing the porn. He wanted to be on his game tonight, he wanted to literally blow JR's mind with his first cybering experience so he'd keep coming back.
"Jared?" There was a knock on the door and Jared had roughly five seconds of heart stopping panic as he rapidly muted his speakers and changed browsers to his homework before his bedroom door was opened.
Spinning to face his dad, Jared forced his breath to remain even and kept a smile on his lips. "Hey, Dad, how's it going?"
"We're about to head out. Megan's already next door with Tiffany and Jeff won't be home from work until late. Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" There was a slightly patronizing smile on his dad's face and Jared swallowed a scowl.
Sometimes his parents made a joke out of his intelligence; they wrote off his behavior to wanting to be a know-it-all and acted like he was just a petulant child. One time Jared had tried to tell his family over dinner that he felt like a thirty year-old trapped in a thirteen year-old’s body. His mom had pointed out how sweet and innocent he was, his brother had said he was a lame thirty year-old virgin then, and his dad had explained that he knew nothing of a real man's world.
So Jared had to put up with comments like these and it took an absurd amount of strength not to roll his eyes. "Yeah, Dad, I'll be good. Have fun with Mom, see you in the morning."
"Alright, don't stay up too late."
With that his dad left, leaving the door open and Jared waited for a few minutes until he heard the front door close before crossing his room and shutting it, turning the lock.
Sure, okay, maybe Jared's mom was right and he was innocent and Jeff was definitely right about the lame virgin thing but Jared was pretty sure he knew all about being a real man. Maybe he didn't have a wife and kids but Jared would never have those things and he didn't want them. He could totally handle himself out in the real world no matter what his dad might think.
JR_star: Hey Jay. Ha. Still amusing.
Jared turned back to his computer, eyes growing wide when he saw the IM box. He really hoped JR hadn't been waiting long.
pada_dimple: Sorry, my Dad just came to say bye. Got the house to myself tonight ;)
JR_star: I can feel the leer of your emoticon. Got big plans for the night?
pada_dimple: Only you. And you like my leer so don't even.
JR_star: Clearly I've been too transparent. Would you call me cheesy if I told you that made me grin?
pada_dimple: You are totally cheesy. You wanna hold my hand and sing me love songs and shit.
JR_star: Haa and you're so romantic in return.
JR_star: BTW I meant to ask, would you mind sharing a picture? I'll share one in return of course. Just, if we're going to do this thing tonight, I'd like to know what you look like.
Jared's mouth dried up and he bit down on his bottom lip. What would he do if JR completely lost it when he saw just how young Jared looked? They'd been getting along so well, Jared almost felt guilty about the idea of lying to him even longer but he knew JR just wouldn't understand - no matter how sweet he could be.
No one understood.
JR_star: Sorry, was that too forward?
pada_dimple: No it's good, you're good. I just... maybe am a little nervous. What if you don't like how I look?
JR_star: Can never know until you try. I'll share my picture first if you want?
JR_star: Maybe I'll be the ugly one! Here, take this picture of me and if I'm still worthy of you then you can share one in return.
Jared's hand shook the entire time he waited for the picture to download and now he was stuck staring in shock. "Fuck me," he whispered, heat crawling through his body as he stared and stared and waited for the image to change.
JR was fucking gorgeous with those full pouty lips and freckles and bright green eyes. The man was way more than worthy of Jared, he was too good for Jared. The longer he stared the more his blood boiled and Jared palmed over the top of his boxers to relieve the way his body felt overheated.
JR_star: Damn, that bad, huh?
pada_dimple: No, fuck. You're so... damn sexy. You're the hottest guy I've ever seen.
JR_star: Now don't get carried away. But thanks :)
pada_dimple: Seriously. I feel like I cannot process how hot you are.
JR_star: Dude lol now you're making me blush.
pada_dimple: Ugggh don't give me those mental images, I won't make it to the cyber sex.
JR_star: Now that's a hot idea. So, do I merit a picture?
pada_dimple: Well... alright but please don't laugh at me. I swear I'm not anywhere as hot as you.
JR_star: I won't laugh, I swear. Just want to have a face to put with my imagining.
pada_dimple: Ookay but I'm still growing okay? So don't judge too harshly.
JR_star: Jay, just send the damn picture.
pada_dimple: Okay okay. Here you go.
The picture idea wasn't likely to help the addiction thing but Jensen had to know. He kept trying to imagine how this sweet, funny, amazing kid must look and now he just needed to know.
Now Jensen found himself staring at this image of a boy with golden hair and dimples, true to his user name. He was... adorable. There was really no other word for it and Jensen's gut twisted with doubt and a slam of hot that was almost too much. It was one thing to know Jay was young, to hear him talk about school and parents, but seeing this image was like a fist in the gut and Jensen was tangled in more emotions than he was prepared to handle.
pada_dimple: You're freaking out, aren't you?
pada_dimple: That's an older picture okay? And um, I just look really young for my age I swear. I know I'm kind of hideous.
JR_star: Not hideous.
JR_star: Just... you can't possibly be 16. Old picture or not.
pada_dimple: Well I might be a little younger but not by much I swear.
JR_star: How old exactly?
pada_dimple: Come on JR, are you really going to stop talking to me just because I look like an awkward freak and am maybe a little younger? Doesn't change how we hit it off.
JR_star: You don't look like an awkward freak. You're actually pretty adorable.
pada_dimple: Wow, stop the flattery, it's seriously too much.
JR_star: Sarcasm won't get you far in life, Jay. How old?
Clicking on the picture once more Jensen let himself simply stare and process, absorbing the fact that this boy was the same one he'd been speaking to every day for the last week. Jay had a point, no matter how he looked they did hit it off but fuck Jensen was already on his way to hell for talking to the kid, if he continued now he'd probably be burning in the hottest, darkest pit.
"Jesus, Jensen, you are a goddamn pedophile," Jensen groaned and smacked his palm into his forehead.
pada_dimple: 15. Please don't stop talking to me? I'm not the only one who feels like we've found something here, right?
JR_star: I am nearly twice your age. Don't you have guys in your school that catch your eye?
pada_dimple: No. All the guys in my school are stupid. So you don't feel anything? You haven't been thinking about me at all?
JR_star: Jay...
pada_dimple: Jared. That's my full name, in case you were wondering.
pada_dimple: If you don't feel anything and I'm wrong then I'll totally back off. I just thought maybe you did.
JR_star: I do, I feel something. You're just so young. I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you.
pada_dimple: Pretty sure I messaged you first.
JR_star: Yeah okay you did. Jensen.
JR_star: That's my name.
"What are you doing, you idiot?" Jensen laughed, maybe a little hysterically, and scrubbed fingers through his hair. "Talking out loud to yourself, talking to a fucking fifteen year-old and telling him how you feel things. What the fuck?"
Maybe Katie and Mike weren't all that off base when they told him he needed to get out more.
pada_dimple: Jensen. I like it. So you don't hate me now?
JR_star: I don't. I'm, god I'm so turned on by you even though I shouldn't be. You realize how fucked up that makes me feel?
pada_dimple: Imagine being my age and having to keep being gay secret and learning everything online in porn or through chats. Now that is fucked up.
JR_star: You watch porn?
pada_dimple: Really? That's what you're stuck on?
JR_star: Fuck Jay. Jared. Of course that's what I'm stuck on. What kind of porn?
pada_dimple: Started out tame, just general sex. But I've realized I've got a size kink. And I definitely like things rougher. Seeing the stronger, bigger man lifting the smaller one up and just claiming him.
JR_star: Jesus. So this would be a good time to tell you I'm 6'1", huh? Got some muscles on me. You look small enough I could just pick you up.
Already this conversation was becoming too hot. Jensen could feel the want crawling up his skin and he pushed the laptop a little further back, rubbing himself through the blankets and his boxers. Jared telling him about the type of porn he watched, the kinks he had, made Jensen want to reach through the screen and do all of those things.
pada_dimple: God, really? That would be so hot. I'd love it if you lifted me up and just took me. And your lips, so full, I'd kiss them hard enough they'd get numb.
JR_star: You ever kiss anyone before Jay? Or would I have to teach you what feels best?
pada_dimple: Never have. Never done anything. You'll teach me?
JR_star: Yes, I'll teach you everything. Would kiss you and hold you up against the wall. Touch you everywhere.
pada_dimple: yes god yes. touching yourself?
JR_star: fuck yes, typing one handed and all
Jensen shoved the blanket down and shoved his hand under his briefs, curling fingers swiftly around his cock and stroking up. Already his breath was coming too quick, his skin felt like it was tightening and his pulse was pounding in his ears. Jensen had had plenty of sexual partners in the past - well not plenty but a fair few at least - and none had affected him like this. Certainly not so fast.
Sucking in a quick breath, Jensen read over the words as his fingers stroked just a little quicker over his cock.
pada_dimple: god thats hot. me too got my hands down my boxers imagining its you
JR_star: you feel so good in my hand. you leaking too? all slick with precome?
pada_dimple: oh fuck yea would you lick it up? put those pretty lips around my cock?
JR_star: christ u r crazy hot. want to suck ur cock down, would take u whole.
pada_dimple: fuck so close already
JR_star: come on jared, lick ur palm and know its my lips around u
Typing one-handed was a lot more complicated than Jensen thought it would be but he could deal because there was no way he was stopping this. Just knowing he was working Jared over through words alone made his cock swell and throb. Jensen rubbed his thumb hard over the head of his cock and thrust up into his grip.
JR_star: so close baby come on need more need something
pada_dimple: just came all over my hand and chest moaning your name. Now I can suck you down too and swallow everything you have to offer.
JR_star: fuck fuck yes
Jensen's orgasm burned through him and it was faster than he'd ever hit before. At the last second he aimed his cock away to ensure he didn't spray come on his computer and just seeing Jared's typed words made Jensen's gut twist with the thrill of dirtywrong. Jared shouldn't be making him feel this way, so out of control, and still all Jensen wanted to do was talk to him and never stop.
pada_dimple: Did I get you there?
JR_star: Wasn't it obvious? That was so fucking hot.
pada_dimple: God yeah it was.
JR_star: Would have liked to hear what you sounded like when you came, bet it was hot.
pada_dimple: Maybe some time. I'd like that.
JR_star: Yeah me too.
JR_star: So you never told me, what happens post cyber sex?
pada_dimple: Now we keep talking until we feel up to round two. Sound good?
JR_star: Sounds fantastic.
pada_dimple: Only if you take me with you.
JR_star: Okay. You can pose as my young son.
pada_dimple: Pfft. Shut up! I am too old to be your kid and if I was then you are one dirty old man!
JR_star: Ugh yeah, that joke was a lot better in my head.
pada_dimple: Most things are when it comes to you.
JR_star: Ouch. You are a cruel man Jared, so very cruel.
pada_dimple: Then why are you still talking to me?
JR_star: The orgasms of course.
pada_dimple: Oh yes, how could I be so foolish as to think you've totally got a wicked crush on me.
JR_star: Ah see, you really do know me too well.
"Alright, who is he?"
Jared - whose cheeks were really starting to hurt from the amount of grinning he'd done over the last two months - whipped around to stare wide eyed at his older brother. The door of his bedroom was closed and Jeff leaned against it with a knowing smirk. Still, Jared thought maybe he could bluff his way out of this. "What guy?"
"The one you're always daydreaming about." Jeff shrugged and strolled closer, arching his brows when Jared quickly changed browsers to cover the IM box. "That one. The one you're talking to right now."
Jared swallowed thickly and ducked his head down. "He's um... just a friend. Just this guy. What does it matter to you, anyway?"
"Oh come on, I'm not an idiot, Jay. I've seen that damn caught in the clouds look in your eyes. This is not just a friend." Jeff laughed, leaning against the computer desk and fiddling with Jared's figurine of Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer there. "Unless he's not interested and you're seriously pining. In which, that’s probably for the best."
Sighing, Jared glanced at the flashing notifications for Jensen's new message. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and see what the man had said but he couldn't. Not with Jeff right there. His heart was fluttering with the suggestion behind Jensen's words, like maybe he really did have a crush on Jared, and that brought another smile to his lips. "Nah, pretty sure he's interested."
"Great, my brother's first homo-fling." A snort fell from Jeff and Jared's eyes shot up, trying to determine if his brother was moments away from a homophobic freak out. But a beat later Jeff was shrugged, relaxing back on the desk like he didn’t care. "So uh, what's his name?"
"Jensen." Jared felt a strange sharp flare burst through him at the idea of talking to someone about Jensen. For the last two months he'd spent nearly every evening talking to this guy and it was safe to say Jared was falling hard. "He's... kind of amazing. Really sweet, always listens to me, helps with my homework sometimes. Also he's gorgeous."
"So you know him in person?" Jeff bit at his lip, glancing at the computer a little uncertainly. "I just, see you on here a lot and I thought maybe... I mean, you know this guy, right? He's not just some random dude from the internet."
Jared stared hard at the computer, wondering if he could pull off the lie well enough for his brother to believe it. "Well... we haven't really um, met in person. But you know, we talk all the time and I know everything about him. It's not-"
"Fuck, Jay, do you realize how damn dangerous that is? He could be anyone! He can make up any story he wants about himself." Jeff groaned and rubbed fingers through his hair. "Come on, you're always going on about how damn smart you are and this? This is really fucking stupid!"
Like all the other times his brother got mad at him for something Jared felt the heat of shame, ducking his head down and spinning slowly in his chair to avoid making eye contact. "It's not like I told him my address. He doesn't even know my real age. We're just... he's someone to talk to. Someone who gets me. It's not that big of a deal."
"You think he can't figure that shit out? Jesus, he's obviously a pedophile! He's probably stalking you; maybe he's even watching the house." Jeff pushed away from the desk and paced around the room, arms waving around at his side. "God, it's one fucking thing to be going through this... gay phase or whatever but this is too fucking much!"
Jared's gaze finally snapped up to settle on Jeff and his jaw hung open. He knew the gay thing was a sensitive issue for his entire family but he'd never thought Jeff would say something like that. "Jeff... how could you say that? It's not a phase. How could... I thought you understood!"
It seemed like the anger seeped out of Jeff at that moment but Jared could see it there, right behind that casual smile, like he really didn’t care. Jared was a lot smarter than they gave him credit for – as he kept insisting – and he knew better. “Whatever kid, just… be careful. Please promise you won’t give out your address or anything person okay? I’m sure you’ll get over it... You promise right?”
This time, lying to his brother was surprisingly easy. "Okay. I promise. So will you leave me alone now?"
"Yeah alright, whatever." Jeff sighed and shook his head, walking slowly out of the room.
Jared instantly spun toward the computer, pulling up Jensen's chat box. His heart lurched as he quickly read through all of Jensen's missed messages. Or maybe his heart was still twisting painfully from the way Jeff's words had rattled him.
JR_star: Was that too much?
JR_star: Or maybe too forward?
JR_star: Jay? Man, you so should not ignore me now.
JR_star: Okay now I'm getting all pouty.
JR_star: Jaaaaared. Where are you?
JR_star: Ummm. Well alright, guess I must have freaked you out. :(
pada_dimple: I'm here, sorry Jensen. My brother... well it's a long story. I'm here though.
pada_dimple: Jensen? Oh man I hope you're not mad at me...
JR_star: Mad? No, was a bit worried but definitely not mad.
JR_star: Are things with your brother okay? Are you okay?
pada_dimple: No. Well I don't know. My family is kind of homophobic I guess.
JR_star: Homophobic? Damn. You want to talk about it?
pada_dimple: It's just a lot to explain.
JR_star: You could call. Or I could, if that's easier. I get a break soon, we could talk for a few minutes.
And just like that Jared was ready to break his promise to his brother without a single moment of hesitation. He gave Jensen his cell phone number and grinned because his heart was racing and his palms were starting to sweat in a familiar way.
Jensen stared down at his phone and the number there, wondering just what type of shit storm he was heading into. He'd been lucky so far, Jared wasn't pushing for anything more and after two months they still got along great. But the phone call thing might lead to something he wasn't ready for - like a stalker, which Mike insisted was only bound to happen one of these days.
But Jared was hurting and Jensen couldn't let him suffer. He didn't want to admit how already gone he was for the kid but well... here he was slipping out the back door of the hotel and bringing the phone up to his ear.
It rang just long enough that Jensen worried Jared wasn't going to answer. Like he was a teenager once more Jensen's heart was racing and his stomach was knotting up.
And then, he answered.
"Hello? Jensen?"
It was quite possibly the sweetest voice Jensen had ever heard and not at all like he imagined. Almost like all the curiosity and innocence was encompassed in that sweet little note.
"Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry. I just... it's really good to hear your voice." Jensen's smile grew and he leaned back against the wall, pressing the phone harder against his ear.
"God, yeah it is." Jared's laugh was enough to make Jensen feel warm from head to toe. "How's work?"
"Really incredibly dull." Sliding the toe of his tennis shoe along the pavement Jensen turned his grin up to the sky. "So what happened with your brother?"
As Jared went off on his story about his less than pleasant conversation he'd had with his brother, Jensen tried to sync up the images in his mind with the voice he was hearing. Jared's voice was pleasant, sweet and like a melody, and honestly Jensen just couldn't picture a fifteen year-old. Of course he'd been having trouble believing that age thing for a while now.
Whenever Jensen looked at Jared's picture - which wasn't often, he swore, and he definitely hadn't printed it out to keep in his wallet or anything - Jensen thought he's fifteen but the logic just wasn't there. And if Jared wasn't fifteen, he was younger. And if he was younger? Fuck Jensen was screwed.
"So basically, I'm pretty sure when my Dad finds out, I'm completely screwed." Jared sighed as he finished his story and there was a good chance Jensen's break was over but he wasn't going to leave Jared hanging now. "Like, sent to gay rehabilitation camp or something."
Jensen bit his lip to keep from laughing and shook his head when a small snort slipped out. "Sorry, that's not funny. I can't help it, you're just too cute. Don't worry too much about it okay? I know that's almost impossible because it's your entire life. But at some point you just have to accept that these things will happen. And you will be ready for them."
It was quiet for a minute before Jared sighed softly. "You sound so sure. How can you know?"
"Because... it happened to me." Jensen didn't tell people about his past very often but he'd always thought the story would come in handy one day. It had been like a little daydream, helping out another kid who had to go through family shit, and here was his chance. He just happened to care for this particular kid a whole fucking lot.
"What?" Jared whispered and Jensen could all too easily imagine his pretty hazel eyes growing wide. "What happened to you?"
Jensen rubbed fingers along the back of his neck, glancing into the hotel to make sure the lobby was still empty before continued. "I came out to my parents when I was seventeen. Actually, I fell in love with someone but that's a different and much longer story. Either way, my parents learned I was gay and they lost it. They said the most horrible shit, disowned me, my Dad even got in a good punch. And it was painful, it nearly killed me, but I survived and look at me now."
"Ah yes, you and your glorious hotel clerk job," Jared snorted and Jensen grinned.
"Hey now, bite your tongue. The point is I made it through all the shit and even if something bad happens with you and your parents, you'll make it too. Plus you'd be surprised just how much it can shape your life." Jensen scraped his teeth over his lower lip, his heart aching strangely. The very idea of getting off the phone with Jared made him feel queasy and Jensen blew out a shaky slow breath.
"I'm sorry that happened to you," Jared murmured, the comforting note in his tone more soothing than it maybe should have been. "You deserve so much better."
"Seems like my life gets a little better every day." When Jared laughed softly across the line it felt like Jensen's heart quickened. Jesus this was no good. "I should probably head back in. But we'll talk soon, right?"
"Yes, definitely. You can call whenever, this is my cell phone. Though maybe not after you get out of work because it's late. But yeah, whenever."
The doubt Jared obviously felt regarding whether Jensen would call him back was clear in his voice and Jensen was overwhelmed with the urge to reassure him. "I will, call you I mean. I promise. I'll text before I do to make sure you're available."
"Okay, great. I will um, I'll talk to you later. And Jensen?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for calling me."
Jensen grinned and pulled the door of the hotel open. "Any time Jay, any time."
Jensen: Off tonight, when can I call?
Jared: I'll let you know
Jared quickly tucked the phone back into his pocket before his dad could get any angrier and settled into his meal. The conversation at the table was forced and if Jared wasn't lost in the happy-building expectation of knowing he'd get a call from Jensen soon he might have thought more about it.
But thinking about Jensen was an all-consuming thing, the best way to spend his time. They'd known each other over three months now and they spoke every day and Jared couldn't get enough. He wanted to spend every waking moment talking to Jensen, learning every little detail about him, though Jared thought maybe he'd already learned it all.
Jared struggled not to rush through his dinner and the subsequent dishwashing. By the time he'd finished his homework at the dining table his parents were winding down for the night and Jared tried not to race up the stairs. It took the last of his patience to wait for the sound of his parent's door closing and the muted hum of their TV turning on.
"Fucking finally," Jared groaned and flicked the lock on his door, tugging his phone out of his jeans to text Jensen.
Jared: Okay, call me!
He probably could have made the call himself but for some reason it seemed important that Jensen make the call. While he waited, he shoved his pants down and kicked free of them, yanking his shirt off just as the phone rang. A bright grin exploded across Jared's face and he dove forward, snatching the phone up and pressing it quickly to his ear.
"Hey! Man, you have no idea how long this night felt."
"I've got a pretty good idea," Jensen laughed, the words as deep and rich as ever.
Jared loved listening to Jensen. He was pretty sure Jensen actually had the best voice in the entire world and Jared's stomach knotted up, his blood heating just by those first few words. "Aw, were you missing me?"
"I always seem to be." This time Jensen sighed and Jared flopped down on his bed to grin up at the ceiling. "So why was your night so long?"
"Just wanted to talk to you and it felt like my homework would never ever end. It's almost the end of the semester, makes everything so much harder." Jared dropped his hand on his chest, wetting his lips slowly.
"Thank god it ended then. So what are you doing now?"
"Laying on my bed in my boxers." Jared answered without thinking, pausing when silence filled the line. They hadn't crossed this line on the phone yet - just like instant messages it had taken time to warm up to the physical nature of conversation - and Jared hadn't thought this one comment would lead up to anything. But Jensen's silence continued and Jared wet his lips slowly to brace himself. "You still there?"
"Fuck. Yeah, I just... in your boxers huh? Are you trying to drive me crazy?" Jensen's voice was definitely deeper and Jared's breath hitched with the rising swell of excitement.
Jared's fingers trailed down his chest and he imagined Jensen's caressing him instead. "No, just telling you the truth. If I was trying to drive you crazy I'd tell you how I'm slipping my fingers just under my boxers. Or how I'm already getting hard."
"Jesus, Jay, you sure you wanna..." Jensen's words caught for a moment and Jared grinned, imaging that he really was ratching the man up so easily. "You really want to do this?"
"Are you fucking crazy? Of course I do. I've wanted to do this since the very first time I heard your voice. I constantly jack off remembering exactly how your voice makes me feel overheated from head to toe." Jared slid his fingers just a little lower to circle the growing pubic hair, brushing past the silky flesh of his cock in teasing sweeps.
When Jensen moaned it was softly, just barely there, and still the most amazing sound Jared had ever heard. It was a consuming wave of heat that had Jared moaning in return, which seemed to cause Jensen to suck in a surprised breath. "God, fuck, do that again. Moan for me."
"Jensen," Jared moaned the man's name just as he'd requested, curling his fingers finally around his cock and stroking up. "Talk to me. Tell me, tell me what you want to do to me."
"Shit, there's so much. Want to kiss you all over, take my time learning all the smooth lines of your body. Then I want to flip you over and spread your ass cheeks so I can eat you out. Think you can imagine that, Jared? My tongue working at your hole? Have you ever even touched yourself there?"
Jared moaned once more, biting his lip to keep from getting too loud. "N-no, never. I mean, I rubbed over it, haven't been brave enough to put my finger in. Would you really? Lick me all open?"
"Jesus, in a fucking heartbeat." Jensen's groan rocked through the line and Jared shuddered, shoving down at his boxers and kicking free of them now. "You wanna touch yourself there now, Jay? I can talk you through it. You can imagine it's me."
"Really wish it was you." Jared felt like his face was on fire, like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, and it was almost too much.
"I know, I know baby but I promise to make this so good for you. Suck your finger into your mouth and get it all wet. You doing that for me?"
Jared sucked hard on his finger, spreading his legs wide and stroking his cock with his free hand. The phone was precariously balanced between his ear and his shoulder and Jared knew he was panting into the line but he didn't care. By the time he had his spit-soaked finger at his hole he was practically writhing. "Tell... tell me what you're doing. Please?"
"I'm spread out on my bed, stroking along my cock. I want to go slow but your moans, the way you sound so breathless and turned on, fuck it's driving me crazy, Jared. I want to see you twisting beneath me while I work you open. Do you have your finger on your hole now? Are you ready for more?"
There was the distinct possibility that the sound that fell from Jared was nowhere close to English. He cleared his throat and managed to gasp out something that sounded like yes before he pressed just the tip of his finger forward.
"Nice and slow Jay, okay? Feel the way your body stretches for your finger, feel how tight you clench. Jesus I want to feel that, how tight you are. I can imagine the way you'd squeeze around my cock as I fuck into you. Got your finger inside you now, baby? You making yourself ready for my cock?"
"Yes, yes oh my god, Jen, so good. I... I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me and make me yours. Say you will, Jen, promise me." Jared had no idea that it would feel so intense, finally having his finger inside him, but he was pretty sure it was actually Jensen's voice.
The groan that filled the line was enough to make Jared arch up and rock down onto his finger. And when Jensen spoke once more, the pleasure was enough to nearly make Jared see stars. "M'gonna fuck you so hard Jared, I'm gonna claim your body until all you'll ever want is me. You won't even be able to think of anyone else. Come for me, Jared, want to hear you scream my name."
Jared's lips parted and he was surprised he didn't literally scream like Jensen had said he would. His ass rolled down onto his finger then back up to slide his cock through his clenched fist. Jensen's name fell from his mouth in a slow moan, rising up to echoing around the room. Just as he came down he heard the best sound ever.
Which was Jensen coming, moaning out Jared's name in a long draw without bothering to hold any of it back. Jared felt like he was going to come all over again. As it was, he panted through the all of Jensen's release, his heart racing, his come cooling on his chest. It grew quiet across the line and Jared bit his lip to keep from doing something ridiculous like giggling.
He listened as Jensen's breath slowly evened out, slowly lifting a finger to trail through the come on his chest and bring it up to his lips to lick clean. "Come tastes weird. I mean, not bad just kind of weird, right?"
Jensen groaned loud across the line. "Dude, you can't tease me like that. I'm not as young you, I seriously think it is dangerous to my health to get hard again."
This time Jared did laugh and thankfully it wasn't a giggle. "Sorry old man, definitely don't want to damage you. That was really fucking awesome. I um, you enjoyed it too, right?"
"You heard me come, right? Best orgasm I've had since... well fuck, the last time we cybered. Why did we wait so long to have phone sex?" Jensen's chuckle was deep and rough, hitting Jared in all the best ways.
Jared grinned and wiped at his chest with an old shirt then curled on his side. "I don't know but we really shouldn't have. Did you... did you mean what you said about all the um, the claiming stuff?"
It was quiet for a while - at least, too long for Jared to feel comforted - before Jensen blew out a shaky breath. "Yes. I really did. Honestly I've been thinking about it. Probably way too much. Hell, I think about you too much."
Jared buried his face in the pillow to keep from squeaking. Jensen's words were like a blanket of warmth spreading through him and Jared just wanted to pack up his things and run away to Jensen's right now. "Me too. I think about you all the time. Which is really distracting when I'm trying to study for finals. But hey, school will be over in a week and then I'll have a whole summer to think about you all I want."
Jensen's laugh filled the line and Jared had to sit back and marvel at how lucky he was. Having Jensen in his life was the best thing to ever happen to him.