Title: You May Be Naked But I'm The One Undone
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: RPS - Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 628
Challenge:
supernatural100's prompt longing
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Cheerleader!Jensen, Geek!Jared, voyeurism
Disclaimer: Any real person, location, or organization mentioned in the story below own themselves. This is only a fictional story meant for entertainment and not intended for profit or believing the real people mentioned are like this in real life.
Author's Notes: Set before Jared and Jensen get together. Part of the Moving At Lightspeed Into Eternity verse. Masterpost with chronological order here.
Jared wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before closing his textbook. He hated his body sometimes. He was always so sweaty and stinky, and for no apparent reason. No wonder he was still a virgin. None of the guys at his college ever took a second glance at him, not unless it was a scorned filled look because he raised the curve in class and lowered their grades as a result.
He gathered up his things to go take a shower, making a mess everywhere, and opened the door into the hallway. If there was one nice thing about having his own dorm room, it was that he didn't have to answer to someone else if the place looked like a dumpster.
Jared squared his shoulders and made his way to the communal bathroom that all the guys on the floor shared. His room was the furthest away from the bathroom, which he hated because he had to walk by open doors to other dorm rooms, but on the plus side, he didn't have to hear the boisterous yells from the jocks as they walked past his own door.
"Ungh, do that again!"
Jared stopped short at the sound of Jensen's voice and located the room from where it originated. He found himself compelled to peer through the slight opening of the door. No one else besides him was in the hallway. If he was careful, no one would catch him.
Jensen moaned loudly and Jared got an eyeful of his crush. Jensen was naked as he rode some guy's cock in the reverse cowboy position. The guy alternated between mouthing at Jensen's neck and whispering in Jensen's ear. His cock plunged into Jensen slowly, as if he had nothing better to do than to fuck Jensen, and it looked like Jensen couldn't get enough.
Jared tore himself away from the sight, sweat glistening on Jensen's body as he just took and took, and nearly ran into the bathroom. He got into the furthest shower stall from the door, dumped his stuff on the bench, and turned on the water.
He couldn't get naked fast enough and Jared pressed his back against the wall while his hand slipped down to his hardened cock. He shut his eyes tight, letting the water pound on his heated body, as he imagined Jensen in all his naked glory. This time, it was him with Jensen, him leisurely thrusting his cock inside Jensen. It was him holding Jensen's thighs apart and open, his chest against Jensen's back. It was him making Jensen moan and feel.
Jared came to the images of Jensen coming and shooting all over itself. Jensen's tired smile and boneless posture of a man well fucked was the fading image in his mind as Jared opened his eyes. His legs were unsteady and if he hadn't been leaning so heavily against the wall, he would have fallen on the tiled floor.
He looked down to watch the last of his come swirl down the drain and he bit his lip to hold back the sob bubbling in his chest. He was pathetic, utterly pathetic. He was a peeping tom and got off to the thought of someone who would never look at him, period, let alone look at him with desire and love.
Jared shakily reached for his bar of soap from his basket and began soaping himself down. He was a man of logic and facts, and clearly the evidence was stacked against him. Jensen Ackles was too good for him and there was nothing he could do to change that lonely fact.
Yet even with cold hard logic, Jared couldn't quite erase the fluttering yearning in the pit of his stomach.