October Snippets - The AU (CW RPS 2/?)
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josselinSo originally, the focus of this idea was that TWO JENSENS IS TWICE AS HOT AS ONE JENSEN, DUH, ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE KISSING. So we better slap an underage and an incest warning on this right away.
I think this part of it is slightly awkward because of the way it's written and the fact that Jared keeps referring to the twins as the Jensens, but that was part of the idea at the beginning, and I love all the hijinks that come from Jared not being able to tell the Jensens apart. Also, I am too lazy to rewrite, that is why this is exorcism month and not like, editing month or anything. :D
The AU Part 2
They were identical twins. The other Jensen wandered in later and shook Jared's parents' hands and told Jared to take whichever bed he wanted, Jensen didn't care. Jared and his dad carried his things from the minivan into the room, and his mother made his bed and hung his clothes up in the closet. Eventually Jared walked his parents back out to their van and dug his toe around in the gravel next to the curb.
“This'll be good, Jared, you'll see,” his father said, patting him on the shoulder. Jared blinked quickly and stared at the ground, and his mother pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you, sweetie,” she said.
“Love you too, Mom,” he said finally. “Bye, Dad.” His father got behind the wheel and his mother sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door behind her, waving to him out the window as his father drove away. Jared watched his parents drive away, and the second their car was out of sight, a water balloon hit him in the back of the head.
He spun around, and Jensen was putting the screen back on their window up on the fourth floor.
It was quite possibly going to be a very long year.
***
By the time Jared got back up to the room to change, Jensen was gone. Jensen came back later, as Jared was sitting on the window seat and reading, and Jared looked up as Jensen came in, but Jensen gave him an absent look, grabbed something from his desk, and left again without mentioning the water balloon incident.
After dinner—which consisted of oddly colored Salisbury steak and limp green beans—Jared discovered that apparently his room was the new hang out spot for Jensen and Jensen's friends. Jared had lofted his bed and had a chair and a bookcase underneath it, and he was sitting in his chair and reading again (since there was nothing else to do here) when Jensen got up from his computer and answered the door to let a whole stream of guys in.
The first guy hugged Jensen tightly, ruffled his hair, and then kissed him on the cheek, noisily, and Jared could feel his eyes widening but he tried to pretend he was totally occupied with his book. It was Pride and Prejudice. The other two guys hugged Jensen too, and the shorter one tackled the taller one onto Jensen's bed, and all three of them, and Jensen, seemed to talk and laugh all at once.
A few minutes later, the *other* Jensen showed up, hauling a whole backpack of stuff on his shoulder and bitching that his roommate had thrown all his magazines in the toilet. The guys listened for a few minutes, and then the short and loud guy grabbed the second Jensen's wrist and hauled him onto the bed with them.
“Ow!” the second Jensen complained.
“Dude,” the shorter guy said. “You have to chill out.”
“I brought beer,” the tall guy said, his eyes lighting up a bit.
“I'm injured!” the second Jensen continued. “You probably broke my rib.”
The only person who seemed concerned about the Jensen's broken rib was the other Jensen, who came over to inspect it. “Let me see the bruise. It was that guy?”
The injured Jensen hissed as his brother lifted up his shirt to look. “My fucking roommate, yeah.”
The other guys reached under Jensen's bed and pulled out a bunch of cans of beer, which they then distributed amongst themselves. One of the guys held one can out to Jared—it was the first time any of them had even acknowledged that he was in the room—but he shook his head quickly.
The one Jensen seemed to think that his injury was going to cause permanent paralysis and scarring. The other Jensen was trying to reassure him that it was just a bruise. The guy sitting next to them on the bed was watching the inspection pretty intently, and then one of the other guys called him on it, giggling.
“Chris thinks your bruise is hot!”
The bruised Jensen was pretty indignant about this, insisting that before the end of the night he was going to puncture a lung and bleed to death and choke on the blood. Chris took it all pretty well, taking a sip of his beer and saying, “What can I say, it's a little hot, sorry.”
“Don't worry,” the madly giggling guy said. “Jenny will kiss it better for you!”
The really disturbing thing was that the other Jensen *did* kiss his brother's bruise, holding his shirt up and brushing his lips lightly over his brother's ribs. Jared watched for a second, then realized he was *watching*, and tore his eyes away. The Chris guy was still watching, but the other guys were just talking to each other as though acts of perversion weren't happening next to them in the same room.
“Chris! Chris!” the giggling guy was trying to get Chris's attention, which seemed like a lost cause as long as the one Jensen was kissing the other Jensen's chest (if the bruise was really that big then maybe the one Jensen wasn't exaggerating about the seriousness of the injury), and in order to finally get Chris to focus the giggling guy had to throw a blanket over the Jensens and whatever it was they were doing on the bed.
Jared blinked again and tried to shift his book in his lap to hide the fact that he was hard.
“Hey! Jensen's roommate!” One of the guys said right about then. Jared's eyes had shifted to watch the lumps moving under the blanket on his roommate's bed again, but he quickly refocused. The three other guys were all staring at him.
“Uh, hi,” Jared said.
“I'm Tom,” the tallest guy said, stretching out a hand for Jared to shake. “That's Mike, and the perv staring at the twins is Chris.” Mike was trying to poke at ticklish spots through the blanket, and Chris acknowledged his introduction with a nod of his head.
“Nice to meet you,” Jared said automatically.
“So you're a freshman?” Tom said, assessing.
Jared didn't even have a chance to respond before Mike was rubbing his hands together gleefully. “Well, you know what we do to freshmen!”
One of the Jensens sat up suddenly on the bed and the blanket fell off. “Torture them!” he said, grinning at Mike. Jared almost didn't recognize the significance of that statement, because he was staring at the Jensens, who had apparently both unbuttoned their shirts under the blanket and were distractingly rumpled.
Mike and the one Jensen traded ideas back and forth, and Jared tried to tell himself that if they were planning it all *while he was in the room*, then they had to be kidding.
“Streaking the football field!” Mike said.
“Drag at chapel!” Jensen countered.
After a few minutes, all the guys were laughing and Mike and one of the Jensens were high-fiving and congratulating themselves on their creativity. Jared wasn't sure if he should be laughing, too, or perhaps running. Besides the fact that they were talking about ways to torture him, none of the other guys really seemed to be paying attention to the fact that he was there. Jared's eyes kept drifting back to the fact that the Jensens were practically half-naked, and sitting in each others' laps, and caressing each other absently.
Suddenly Mike turned and looked at Jared, who squirmed a bit. “You're not *straight*, are you?” Mike said, sneering a bit at the word straight, as though it would be the most disgusting thing any of them had ever heard of.
Jared had occasionally pictured what it might be like when he came out, but he'd always thought that he'd tell his mom first, and maybe his sister, and then maybe his mom could tell his dad for him. So far he hadn't told anyone. “Um, no.”
Mike looked slightly relieved, as though Jared had upgraded himself from an ant to a beetle.
One of the Jensens got an absolutely wicked grin on his face. “So, Jared,” he drawled. “Have you ever gotten head?”
Jared could feel his eyes widen.
The grinning Jensen began unbuttoning his brother's pants, somehow keeping eye contact with Jared the entire time. The other Jensen rolled his eyes, but just patted his brother's head absently as his brother undid his pants and took his dick out. Jared felt like he should really be looking at anything but what was happening right in front of him, but Jensen kept looking over at him to make sure he was paying attention.
“Hey, me next!” Mike said.
Jared could feel his eyes get even wider as he glanced over at Mike for a second.
“That's not fair,” Tom objected. “You got to be first last time.”
“Last time?” Mike said incredulously. “It's a new year, everybody knows everything starts over with a new year, dumbass.”
Jared couldn't really focus on Tom and Mike's argument (they called on Chris to arbitrate) because he was pretty absorbed by the fact that his roommate or maybe his roommate's brother, was giving his roommate (or his brother) a blow job, no less than six feet from where Jared was sitting. Jared had previously thought that sex would probably have to involve some amount of touching, but given how close he was to coming in his pants, he thought he might have to reevaluate that judgment, as well as a few other expectations he'd had for boarding school.
Mike and Tom were still arguing over whose turn it was to be next when Jensen tugged on his brother's hair roughly and said, “C'mon, finish it.”
The other Jensen pulled off with a lick and smiled evilly at Jared and pouted. “I'm putting on a show.”
“Show's over.” Jensen used his thumb to part his brother's lips and then he pushed in again smoothly.
“You tell him, Jenny,” Mike encouraged.
Mike and Tom agreed to thumbwar for the privilege of being next, and Tom won, and Mike contested his strategy, and it was all totally irrelevant, because when Jensen finally came, and the other Jensen sat back, panting lightly, Chris solved the entire question of turns by carding his fingers through Jensen's hair, running a thumb over his reddened lips, and pull his face over to Chris's crotch, where Chris had helpfully already unbuttoned his pants.
Room check was at eleven, and at ten-thirty Jared was still paralyzed in his chair, feeling like he would be blushing horribly if all the blood in his body weren't still centered in his dick.
But by the end of the evening, Chris and Jensen were chatting about nothing stretched out on the bed, and the other Jensen was resting his head in his brother's lap, lazing—maybe he was tired, Jared thought half-hysterically, because giving all those blow jobs was exhausting—and Tom was trying to show Mike some website on Jensen's computer, and Mike was leaning on Tom's shoulder and giving Tom a lot of advice on where to click.
Eventually Tom looked at his watch and said they had to go, and Mike went over to the bed and offered a hand out to the lazing Jensen, and said, “Jenny, we're stealing your brother, okay?” Jensen was in the middle of telling Chris a story and he just waved a hand at Mike absently and paused his story automatically to brush his lips over his brother's as the other Jensen left with Mike and Tom.
Jared finally got up as Chris was telling Jensen about all the kids he'd thrown into the lake at the camp he'd worked at the previous summer (the camp apparently prided itself on only hiring people of Native American descent), and he grabbed his bathroom basket (carefully assembled by his mother) and his towel from his closet and ran across the hall to the bathroom.
He brushed his teeth and tried to think about unsexy things, but his entire mind kept flashing images of the past few hours at him, of the sassy way Jensen had looked at him while licking up the side of his brother's dick, of how *stretched* his lips had been wrapped around it, of the fact that he'd seen more of his roommate's dick in one night than he had anticipated seeing all year... and by the time he finished brushing his teeth and spat into the sink, Jared decided it was a lost cause, and he locked himself into one of the stalls, determined to jerk himself off and just *come* already, so maybe he could have the slightest hope of sleeping that night.
Dick in hand, Jared was so close, and he heard the door to the bathroom swing open, and some other guy's footsteps echoing at the sinks, probably brushing his own teeth, and suddenly Jared couldn't do it.
The next day was the first day of classes, and one of the Jensens “accidentally” bumped into Jared in the hall, knocking him into a locker and tipping all his books over onto the floor. There was now absolutely no doubt in Jared's mind—it was going to be the longest year of his life.
I think this part of it is slightly awkward because of the way it's written and the fact that Jared keeps referring to the twins as the Jensens, but that was part of the idea at the beginning, and I love all the hijinks that come from Jared not being able to tell the Jensens apart. Also, I am too lazy to rewrite, that is why this is exorcism month and not like, editing month or anything. :D
The AU Part 2
They were identical twins. The other Jensen wandered in later and shook Jared's parents' hands and told Jared to take whichever bed he wanted, Jensen didn't care. Jared and his dad carried his things from the minivan into the room, and his mother made his bed and hung his clothes up in the closet. Eventually Jared walked his parents back out to their van and dug his toe around in the gravel next to the curb.
“This'll be good, Jared, you'll see,” his father said, patting him on the shoulder. Jared blinked quickly and stared at the ground, and his mother pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you, sweetie,” she said.
“Love you too, Mom,” he said finally. “Bye, Dad.” His father got behind the wheel and his mother sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door behind her, waving to him out the window as his father drove away. Jared watched his parents drive away, and the second their car was out of sight, a water balloon hit him in the back of the head.
He spun around, and Jensen was putting the screen back on their window up on the fourth floor.
It was quite possibly going to be a very long year.
***
By the time Jared got back up to the room to change, Jensen was gone. Jensen came back later, as Jared was sitting on the window seat and reading, and Jared looked up as Jensen came in, but Jensen gave him an absent look, grabbed something from his desk, and left again without mentioning the water balloon incident.
After dinner—which consisted of oddly colored Salisbury steak and limp green beans—Jared discovered that apparently his room was the new hang out spot for Jensen and Jensen's friends. Jared had lofted his bed and had a chair and a bookcase underneath it, and he was sitting in his chair and reading again (since there was nothing else to do here) when Jensen got up from his computer and answered the door to let a whole stream of guys in.
The first guy hugged Jensen tightly, ruffled his hair, and then kissed him on the cheek, noisily, and Jared could feel his eyes widening but he tried to pretend he was totally occupied with his book. It was Pride and Prejudice. The other two guys hugged Jensen too, and the shorter one tackled the taller one onto Jensen's bed, and all three of them, and Jensen, seemed to talk and laugh all at once.
A few minutes later, the *other* Jensen showed up, hauling a whole backpack of stuff on his shoulder and bitching that his roommate had thrown all his magazines in the toilet. The guys listened for a few minutes, and then the short and loud guy grabbed the second Jensen's wrist and hauled him onto the bed with them.
“Ow!” the second Jensen complained.
“Dude,” the shorter guy said. “You have to chill out.”
“I brought beer,” the tall guy said, his eyes lighting up a bit.
“I'm injured!” the second Jensen continued. “You probably broke my rib.”
The only person who seemed concerned about the Jensen's broken rib was the other Jensen, who came over to inspect it. “Let me see the bruise. It was that guy?”
The injured Jensen hissed as his brother lifted up his shirt to look. “My fucking roommate, yeah.”
The other guys reached under Jensen's bed and pulled out a bunch of cans of beer, which they then distributed amongst themselves. One of the guys held one can out to Jared—it was the first time any of them had even acknowledged that he was in the room—but he shook his head quickly.
The one Jensen seemed to think that his injury was going to cause permanent paralysis and scarring. The other Jensen was trying to reassure him that it was just a bruise. The guy sitting next to them on the bed was watching the inspection pretty intently, and then one of the other guys called him on it, giggling.
“Chris thinks your bruise is hot!”
The bruised Jensen was pretty indignant about this, insisting that before the end of the night he was going to puncture a lung and bleed to death and choke on the blood. Chris took it all pretty well, taking a sip of his beer and saying, “What can I say, it's a little hot, sorry.”
“Don't worry,” the madly giggling guy said. “Jenny will kiss it better for you!”
The really disturbing thing was that the other Jensen *did* kiss his brother's bruise, holding his shirt up and brushing his lips lightly over his brother's ribs. Jared watched for a second, then realized he was *watching*, and tore his eyes away. The Chris guy was still watching, but the other guys were just talking to each other as though acts of perversion weren't happening next to them in the same room.
“Chris! Chris!” the giggling guy was trying to get Chris's attention, which seemed like a lost cause as long as the one Jensen was kissing the other Jensen's chest (if the bruise was really that big then maybe the one Jensen wasn't exaggerating about the seriousness of the injury), and in order to finally get Chris to focus the giggling guy had to throw a blanket over the Jensens and whatever it was they were doing on the bed.
Jared blinked again and tried to shift his book in his lap to hide the fact that he was hard.
“Hey! Jensen's roommate!” One of the guys said right about then. Jared's eyes had shifted to watch the lumps moving under the blanket on his roommate's bed again, but he quickly refocused. The three other guys were all staring at him.
“Uh, hi,” Jared said.
“I'm Tom,” the tallest guy said, stretching out a hand for Jared to shake. “That's Mike, and the perv staring at the twins is Chris.” Mike was trying to poke at ticklish spots through the blanket, and Chris acknowledged his introduction with a nod of his head.
“Nice to meet you,” Jared said automatically.
“So you're a freshman?” Tom said, assessing.
Jared didn't even have a chance to respond before Mike was rubbing his hands together gleefully. “Well, you know what we do to freshmen!”
One of the Jensens sat up suddenly on the bed and the blanket fell off. “Torture them!” he said, grinning at Mike. Jared almost didn't recognize the significance of that statement, because he was staring at the Jensens, who had apparently both unbuttoned their shirts under the blanket and were distractingly rumpled.
Mike and the one Jensen traded ideas back and forth, and Jared tried to tell himself that if they were planning it all *while he was in the room*, then they had to be kidding.
“Streaking the football field!” Mike said.
“Drag at chapel!” Jensen countered.
After a few minutes, all the guys were laughing and Mike and one of the Jensens were high-fiving and congratulating themselves on their creativity. Jared wasn't sure if he should be laughing, too, or perhaps running. Besides the fact that they were talking about ways to torture him, none of the other guys really seemed to be paying attention to the fact that he was there. Jared's eyes kept drifting back to the fact that the Jensens were practically half-naked, and sitting in each others' laps, and caressing each other absently.
Suddenly Mike turned and looked at Jared, who squirmed a bit. “You're not *straight*, are you?” Mike said, sneering a bit at the word straight, as though it would be the most disgusting thing any of them had ever heard of.
Jared had occasionally pictured what it might be like when he came out, but he'd always thought that he'd tell his mom first, and maybe his sister, and then maybe his mom could tell his dad for him. So far he hadn't told anyone. “Um, no.”
Mike looked slightly relieved, as though Jared had upgraded himself from an ant to a beetle.
One of the Jensens got an absolutely wicked grin on his face. “So, Jared,” he drawled. “Have you ever gotten head?”
Jared could feel his eyes widen.
The grinning Jensen began unbuttoning his brother's pants, somehow keeping eye contact with Jared the entire time. The other Jensen rolled his eyes, but just patted his brother's head absently as his brother undid his pants and took his dick out. Jared felt like he should really be looking at anything but what was happening right in front of him, but Jensen kept looking over at him to make sure he was paying attention.
“Hey, me next!” Mike said.
Jared could feel his eyes get even wider as he glanced over at Mike for a second.
“That's not fair,” Tom objected. “You got to be first last time.”
“Last time?” Mike said incredulously. “It's a new year, everybody knows everything starts over with a new year, dumbass.”
Jared couldn't really focus on Tom and Mike's argument (they called on Chris to arbitrate) because he was pretty absorbed by the fact that his roommate or maybe his roommate's brother, was giving his roommate (or his brother) a blow job, no less than six feet from where Jared was sitting. Jared had previously thought that sex would probably have to involve some amount of touching, but given how close he was to coming in his pants, he thought he might have to reevaluate that judgment, as well as a few other expectations he'd had for boarding school.
Mike and Tom were still arguing over whose turn it was to be next when Jensen tugged on his brother's hair roughly and said, “C'mon, finish it.”
The other Jensen pulled off with a lick and smiled evilly at Jared and pouted. “I'm putting on a show.”
“Show's over.” Jensen used his thumb to part his brother's lips and then he pushed in again smoothly.
“You tell him, Jenny,” Mike encouraged.
Mike and Tom agreed to thumbwar for the privilege of being next, and Tom won, and Mike contested his strategy, and it was all totally irrelevant, because when Jensen finally came, and the other Jensen sat back, panting lightly, Chris solved the entire question of turns by carding his fingers through Jensen's hair, running a thumb over his reddened lips, and pull his face over to Chris's crotch, where Chris had helpfully already unbuttoned his pants.
Room check was at eleven, and at ten-thirty Jared was still paralyzed in his chair, feeling like he would be blushing horribly if all the blood in his body weren't still centered in his dick.
But by the end of the evening, Chris and Jensen were chatting about nothing stretched out on the bed, and the other Jensen was resting his head in his brother's lap, lazing—maybe he was tired, Jared thought half-hysterically, because giving all those blow jobs was exhausting—and Tom was trying to show Mike some website on Jensen's computer, and Mike was leaning on Tom's shoulder and giving Tom a lot of advice on where to click.
Eventually Tom looked at his watch and said they had to go, and Mike went over to the bed and offered a hand out to the lazing Jensen, and said, “Jenny, we're stealing your brother, okay?” Jensen was in the middle of telling Chris a story and he just waved a hand at Mike absently and paused his story automatically to brush his lips over his brother's as the other Jensen left with Mike and Tom.
Jared finally got up as Chris was telling Jensen about all the kids he'd thrown into the lake at the camp he'd worked at the previous summer (the camp apparently prided itself on only hiring people of Native American descent), and he grabbed his bathroom basket (carefully assembled by his mother) and his towel from his closet and ran across the hall to the bathroom.
He brushed his teeth and tried to think about unsexy things, but his entire mind kept flashing images of the past few hours at him, of the sassy way Jensen had looked at him while licking up the side of his brother's dick, of how *stretched* his lips had been wrapped around it, of the fact that he'd seen more of his roommate's dick in one night than he had anticipated seeing all year... and by the time he finished brushing his teeth and spat into the sink, Jared decided it was a lost cause, and he locked himself into one of the stalls, determined to jerk himself off and just *come* already, so maybe he could have the slightest hope of sleeping that night.
Dick in hand, Jared was so close, and he heard the door to the bathroom swing open, and some other guy's footsteps echoing at the sinks, probably brushing his own teeth, and suddenly Jared couldn't do it.
The next day was the first day of classes, and one of the Jensens “accidentally” bumped into Jared in the hall, knocking him into a locker and tipping all his books over onto the floor. There was now absolutely no doubt in Jared's mind—it was going to be the longest year of his life.
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Date: 2007-01-25 08:12 am (UTC)the one Jensen was kissing the other Jensen's chest (if the bruise was really that big then maybe the one Jensen wasn't exaggerating about the seriousness of the injury)
is really just hysterically funny and in character. uh-huh. sure. that's what's going on exactly.
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Date: 2007-01-26 01:50 am (UTC)