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As notes of music are: second movement




Jared quickly discovered that if there was one thing that got you noticed in YOSA, it was being Jensen Ackles’ boyfriend.

They walked into rehearsal on Sunday afternoon with their hands laced together. A couple of people grinned as they went past, but no one commented; clearly, Katie had been right. This wasn’t a big deal here.

Jensen followed Jared into the unofficial ‘cellist’s corner’, where Katie and the others always unpacked and left their cases when they were playing. While Jared wrangled his cello out of its case, Jensen told him about some party he went to where someone offered his friend Mike twenty bucks to shave his head. He was just getting to the part where Mike got shaving cream in his eyes when there was a cough from behind them.

Jared turned and smiled at the percussionist, who he’d had the moment of awkward eye contact with on the first night but whose name he’d never managed to catch. He was observing them both with a piercing gaze, his head tilted to one side.

“I’m very glad the two of you have found happiness,” he said solemnly. “I sensed a connection between you from the very beginning. I feel that there may be some challenges ahead; you walk a difficult path, but if you walk together, they will all be worth it in the end.” The guy grasped their hands, clasping them together. “Congratulations.”

Jared stared at him, his jaw hanging open. He wasn’t entirely sure what the fuck had just happened. Beside him, Jensen snorted.

“Misha, weren’t you told not to come to rehearsal stoned anymore?” he asked, laughing. “Walking a difficult path, my ass. Go get a glass of water.”

Misha shot a dazzling smile his way before wandering off in the direction of the bathroom. Jared stared after him.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” he asked Jensen, who was still smirking.

“Near the end of last year, he turned up blazed out of his fucking tree. He kept hitting the notes out of time when we were playing and when Eric finally called him out on it, he said – and I quote – ‘dissonance is infinitely more beautiful than harmony’. The look on Eric’s face was classic.”

Jared blinked as the mental image settled, then started to laugh. “Holy shit, what did Eric do?”

Jensen grinned. “He told Misha that from now on if he wanted to take any illegal substances, he would prefer that Misha did it on a Friday so that it didn’t affect his percussion parts. It was fucking beautiful.”

There was a muffled giggle and a thump from behind Jared. When he turned around, Katie and her girlfriend were both there, trying to look supremely uninterested in the fact that Jared’s hand was still in Jensen’s and utterly failing.

“Hey guys, what’s new?” Katie asked, the nonchalance in her voice too overt to be real. Jared raised an eyebrow at her, not convinced for a second.

“Misha’s high again,” Jensen told them, grinning. “Looks like we’re in for another interesting night.”

Lauren smiled at Jared. “Has he told you about the time Misha got high and decided he was going to try and play every instrument we had?”

Jared’s eyes widened and he looked over at Jensen, incredulous. “Dude, how often does this happen?” he asked.

“It’s Misha,” Jensen, Katie and Lauren all answered in unison. Jensen dropped a kiss on Jared’s forehead, studiously ignoring the way the girls tittered behind their hands. “You’ll get used to it soon, Jay,” he added, smiling softly.

Jared nodded. “Guess I’ll have to,” he grinned.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

As they sat down in their seats Katie turned to him, her whole body twisting. “So?” she asked impatiently.

Jared bit back a smile. “So, what?” he asked, pretending innocence.

“So, you and Jensen. What happened?” Katie hissed.

Jared shrugged casually. “Oh, he asked me out.”

Katie bounced in her seat. “Oh, Jared, I’m so happy for you,” she said sincerely. “Maybe now you can stop making cow’s eyes at each other... then again, maybe it’ll just get worse,” she added, a teasing note to her voice this time. Before she could grill him any further, Eric rapped his baton against his music stand.

“All right, guys, let’s get started. We’re going to be having a look at the Pachelbel piece today, so if everyone could find Canon in D major for me, that would be awesome.”

Beside Jared, Katie groaned. “Eric, are you serious?”

Eric smiled sympathetically at her. “Sorry, Katie, but yeah, I am,” he said. “I promise I’ll find you guys something with a decent melody line before the end of the year, though; Scout’s honor.”

Katie pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, opening her music folder in a huff. Jared was completely nonplussed; he had no idea why she was so annoyed by the piece. He didn’t think he knew it, so he started flicking through his music folder.

He found Pachelbel’s Canon and winced. He could see Katie’s issue; the cello part was all quarter notes. The whole thing. Even for an instrument that was kind of used to playing boring parts, this was pretty bad.

Katie shot him a look, and Jared could tell she really resented this song. He shrugged. What can you do? he mouthed at her.

Katie sighed. Probably nothing, she mouthed back. Jared smiled sympathetically and turned his attention back to Eric.

On the upside, playing Pachelbel left him free to look at Jensen. Watching his boyfriend’s hands move steadily along the fingerboard, he wondered how he’d managed to get so lucky. This gorgeous, talented, smart, funny guy wanted him. And it made Jared pretty damn happy to know that.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

When they took a break, Katie grabbed her iPod out of her bag. “Here, listen to this,” she said, handing Jared the headphones as she scrolled through her music.

“Uh, sure?” Jared replied, not really having a choice in the matter. He hooked the right ear bud in, waiting for the music.

Katie explained just before she started the song. “This is this comedian dude, Rob Paravanian. He’s basically ranting about Canon in D, and it’s really funny. Seriously, you’ll love it.”

The song started in his ear, and Jared listened intently. It was a live recording, and the singer was talking about how much he hated playing Pachelbel, and how many songs sound similar to the melody line in his Canon. He sang all these songs from different genres over the melody to prove it, and Jared’s eyes widened. Holy crap, the song was fucking everywhere.

“Right?!” Katie said, taking in the look on his face as the song ended.

“Okay, that’s fucking awesome,” Jared agreed, laughing, just before he felt someone’s arms skim his waist. He jumped a little, then relaxed when Jensen murmured a quick “Hey” in his ear.

“Hey, yourself,” Jared said. He spotted Chad leaning against the wall, chatting to one of the younger flautists, and turned to Jensen. “You wanna come meet my friend Chad?” he asked.

Jensen nodded. “I’d love to, Jay,” he said warmly. Jared grinned, grabbing his hand and leading them both over.

Chad glanced up when they got close, then eyed their joined hands.

“Fuckin’ finally. Does this mean you’ll stop asking me for advice on your love life now?”

Jared blushed, punching Chad in the arm. “Man, shut the fuck up,” he muttered. Jensen laughed.

“I think it’s sweet,” he said quietly, kissing him.

Jared didn’t think he’d ever get used to the feel of Jensen’s lips on his own. Granted, he didn’t have much to compare them to, but Jensen’s kisses were confident and passionate even when they weren’t heated. Jared smiled as Jensen brought one hand up to cup his jaw, leaning into the touch. They didn’t break apart until they heard Chad sigh.

“Yes, we get it. Your big gay love is epic and wonderful. Do you think you can stop sucking face for five minutes now?”

“Sorry,” Jensen said, sounding chastened. When Jared glanced at him, though, he was smirking.

“You’re not that sorry, are you?” Jared teased. Chad rolled his eyes and left to go talk to someone else.

Jensen wrapped one arm around his waist. “Nope, not at all,” he agreed cheerfully. He leaned in closer to whisper in Jared’s ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever be sorry for kissing you, Jay.”

Jared shivered at the feeling of Jensen’s breath against his ear, and he bit his lip. “You shouldn’t do that, Jen. I’ll drag you right out of here,” he said in an undertone.

Jensen chuckled and shifted slightly, and suddenly Jared could feel just how much Jensen liked that idea. He sucked in a breath, muttering “Jesus, fuck.”

“Text your mom, Jay. Tell her you’re coming to my house for dinner,” Jensen suggested.

“Yeah,” Jared agreed, his voice hitching. “Sounds good.”

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared had no idea how he got through the rest of rehearsal. Every damn glimpse he got of Jensen made his cock stir, to the point where he had to stop watching Eric – it was too easy to let his eyes slide to Jensen – just so he could get through until 5:30 without having to excuse himself to jerk off.

His only consolation was the fact that Jensen seemed to be having as much trouble as he was. His face was flushed, his fingers occasionally a semitone off where they should have been. Eric shot a look of concern his way once or twice, but Jensen just shrugged in response.

When rehearsal finally ended, Jared didn’t think he’d ever packed up his cello so fast. He stood up, case in hand, only to see that Jensen had been checking out his ass.

“Subtle,” he teased. Jensen laughed, grabbing his hand.

“I do try. Come on, let’s go. Your mom said it was okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be home at ‘a reasonable time’, though,” Jared said, rolling his eyes.

“Well, it is a school night,” Jensen stated solemnly. They glanced at one another, both cracking up as they headed outside and towards Jensen’s car.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared hadn’t actually thought too hard about where Jensen lived, so he was surprised when they pulled into the driveway of a house probably less than five minutes’ drive away from his own.

“You can leave your cello in here if you want. I’ll lock it up and everything,” Jensen promised, and Jared nodded. He followed Jensen into the house, and was pleasantly surprised when Jensen reached over and grabbed his hand.

Jensen let them into the house as his mother came out of the living room. Jared could immediately see where Jensen got his eyes from; his smile, too, as she noticed their joined hands.

“Jay, this is my mom, Donna; Mom, this is Jared,” Jensen introduced them, and Jared smiled awkwardly at her. To his surprise, Donna came over to them and gave Jared a hug.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you, Jared,” she said sincerely. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“If that’s all right, Mrs. Ackles,” Jared replied. Jensen and his mom both laughed.

“Oh please, sweetie, call me Donna. Mrs. Ackles makes me feel old.”

Jared grinned at her, and she smiled back warmly.

“Dinner won’t be until about seven; your father got stuck in a meeting, so I’ll just call you guys down when it’s ready, okay?” she said. Jared’s eyes widened as she went back into the living room.

“Dude, your mom is awesome,” he whispered.

Jensen smiled. “Yeah, she’s pretty cool,” he agreed. “Come on, I’ll show you my room.”

Jared’s heart skipped a beat as he followed Jensen up the stairs and into his bedroom. The door was barely closed behind them when Jensen grabbed him, pulling him close and kissing him feverishly. Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s neck, pressing up against him as they stumbled back to the bed and tumbled down on it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jared gasped as Jensen’s lips moved down his neck, his hands skimming the waistband of Jared’s jeans. “You’re going to drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

Jensen laughed, his breath hot and harsh against Jared’s skin. “You and me both,” he muttered, yanking Jared’s t-shirt over his head. Jared started kissing Jensen’s neck as he worked the buttons on his shirt open and tugged it off.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, flipping them over so that Jensen was on his back. He started licking his way down Jensen’s chest, smiling when Jensen groaned. His tongue moved down past Jensen’s navel until he hit clothing, and then he pulled back a little, trying to get the fly undone.

“Fuck,” Jensen whispered as Jared popped the zipper open. His boxers were tight enough not to leave much to the imagination, and Jared gasped as Jensen tugged them down past his hips.

Jensen’s cock was hard and leaking precome; it was big enough to a mostly inexperienced Jared that he was equal parts turned on and terrified. He wrapped one hand around it hesitantly and was immediately rewarded when Jensen moaned.

“Come here and kiss me, Jay,” Jensen gasped, and Jared stretched out to lie beside him. They started kissing, deep and dirty, and Jared began to jerk Jensen off. It took him a while to get used to the different angle, but from the noises Jensen was making against his lips, he was doing all right.

Jared was hyperconscious of everything, from the way Jensen’s dick throbbed and twitched in his hand to the point at which his breathing picked up. He heard Jensen choke out a strangled “Gonna–” before he came all over Jared’s hand and his own stomach. Jared stroked him through the aftershocks; Jensen turned his face back to Jared’s, kissing him lazily as his breathing returned to normal.

As soon as Jensen calmed down, he grinned at Jared, kissing his way down Jared’s body. Jared hissed as Jensen’s hands worked him out of his jeans and underwear, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin on Jared’s hips.

Jensen grinned up at him, his mouth so close to Jared’s dick Jared could feel his hot breath, before he licked a stripe from the base of Jared’s cock to the head. Jared swore, bunching the sheets up underneath him in his hands as he felt Jensen’s mouth enclose the head of his dick.

Jared tried his hardest to concentrate on not coming as Jensen took more of him in, his senses overloading. Jensen held his hip down with one hand, trying to stop Jared from thrusting into the back of his throat, and Jared reached down to cover Jensen’s hand with his own.

It wasn’t anywhere near as long as Jared would have liked before he tugged on Jensen’s hair, trying to warn him how close he was to coming, all powers of speech gone. Jensen hummed against his dick, but didn’t let up as Jared tumbled over the edge, stars exploding behind his eyes.

It took a while for Jared to come back to reality but when he did, Jensen had come back up to lie beside him, his arms wrapped around Jared’s waist. Jared smiled lazily, pulling him closer and pressing his lips to Jensen’s collarbone.

Suddenly, there was a sharp ding-ding-ding! from downstairs. It sounded like one of those silver bells that sometimes sat on shop counters, and Jensen started laughing.

“Come on, dinner’s ready,” he said, passing Jared his jeans.

Jared grinned as he pulled them over his legs. “You guys have a dinner bell?”

Jensen nodded as he got dressed. “Yeah, my mom has a really weird sense of humor.” He wound his hand in Jared’s as they went downstairs together.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared had a frank discussion with Jensen’s parents over dinner about why his own parents didn’t know about he and Jensen. Donna looked as though she had a few choice things she’d like to say about Jared’s father, but she was keeping her mouth shut out of respect. She promised Jared that neither she nor her husband would ever say anything without Jared’s permission, and that he was always welcome in their house no matter what.

Jensen’s dad, Alan, didn’t say much, but he nodded agreement with whatever his wife said. After the serious discussion was over, Jared and Alan started talking animatedly about basketball; apparently, Alan had played right up until a few years ago, when a knee injury started recurring if it was jarred too much. He pointed out that Jared would be a valuable player on any team simply due to his height, and Jared told him all about his brother, Jeff, who hit 6’ 6” before he left for college.

The whole time, Jensen held his hand under the table, his thumb stroking the skin on the inside of Jared’s wrist. The feeling was absolutely wonderful.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

It was a little after nine when Jensen dropped Jared home, and about 9:15 by the time Jared actually got inside. As he was walking up the stairs, he heard his father call his name from his parents’ bedroom.

He hovered in the doorway and smiled awkwardly at him. “What’s up, Dad?”

Gerry took his glasses off and looked over at Jared. “You know, son,” he said conversationally, “I remember being your age. You don’t have to hide anything from your mother and I.”

Jared flinched slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he blurted.

His dad chuckled. “You’re not exactly subtle, Jared; you’ve been walking around here on cloud nine lately. Who is she?”

Jared swallowed and met his father’s gaze; his father, who would hate him forever if he knew what his son was doing with his spare time. “It’s someone from orchestra,” he said quietly; not a lie, but certainly not the whole truth either.

Gerry nodded, then reached into the pocket of the jacket laid on the edge of the bed. He pulled a paper bag with a drug store logo emblazoned on it and handed Jared a box. Jared glanced down at it, his eyes widening as he realized it was a box of condoms. He looked back up at his father, his eyes questioning.

“Now, I know your mother and I raised you right,” Gerry said, “but I also remember being a teenage boy, and I want to know that you’re being responsible. Okay?”

Jared nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, heading for the door.

“Oh, and Jared?” his father said as Jared’s back was turned.

“Yeah?”

“There’s no need to tell your mother about this, okay?”

Jared laughed shortly. “No worries there, Dad,” he promised, before fleeing to his room.

He sent Jensen a text. Lol wtf my dad just gave me condoms so i don’t knock u up

The reply came back a moment later: Well thats a relief. Id hate it if u got me pregnant, u wouldnt love me anymore

Jared grinned. Aw baby, i’d love u even if u were pregnant. i would whore u out to womens magazines tho, just fyi

Lol, as long as u split the money with me im ok with that

Jared laughed. I promise 2 split the money from your freakish unscientific pregnancy with u

Well good, Jensen replied. As long as we have that settled

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared walked into the cafeteria with Tom on Monday and started making his way to the table where their other friends were sitting. Before they were more than halfway across, though, there was a familiar, warm voice in Jared’s ear.

“You can come sit with me if you want, Jay,” Jensen said. Jared turned around and grinned at him.

“Hey! Yeah, I’d love to,” he said, giving Tom a half-wave. “I’ll catch you later, man.”

Tom scowled, looking Jensen up and down. “Sure, if you’d rather sit with some fag than us then go ahead,” he spat.

Jensen tensed beside him, but Jared just shrugged. “Actually, Tom, I’d rather sit with my boyfriend than your homophobic ass any fucking day.” He grabbed Jensen’s hand, trusting him to lead the way.

Neither of them said a word until they sat down at a table with a few seniors Jared didn’t recognize.

“You really didn’t have to do that, Jay,” Jensen said quietly. “You might have caused yourself some trouble.”

Jared shrugged. “You going to introduce me to your friends?” he asked, desperate to change the subject.

Jensen squeezed his hand and introduced him to Danneel, Adrianne and Mike – the same Mike that Jensen had been telling the shaving cream story about at orchestra. They were all lovely, and obviously really close. The two girls were mostly wrapped up in their own conversation, with Mike occasionally joining in, but mostly concentrating on his food.

“So, Jared,” Mike finally said, turning in his chair to fix Jared with a piercing gaze. “Has our little Jennybean managed to get you into bed yet?”

Jared choked on his French fry. There was a muffled thump from under the table, and Jared guessed that Jensen had booted Mike in the shin.

“Oh, please,” Danneel said, rolling her eyes. “Just because you haven’t gotten laid in, oh, at least six months doesn’t mean you get to live vicariously through anyone else.”

Beside Jared, Jensen snorted. “It’s fine, Danni,” he said. “If Mike wants details...” he leaned into the table, lowering his voice suggestively, “I’m happy to give him details.”

Mike looked horrified and quickly pulled his chair back a few inches. “You know what? I think I’m okay,” he said hurriedly. Everyone started laughing at his expression.

“It’s a shame you don’t like details about your friends’ sex lives,” Adrianne said sadly. “Because me and Danneel were all prepared to tell you about how we got a little too drunk at this party last weekend...”

Mike’s eyes bulged. “Party? What party? Why the hell was I not at this party?!” he demanded. Both the girls started cracking up. “I swear to God, if you are taunting me with false information about lesbian encounters, I will be very unhappy.”

Adrianne pursed her lips. “False, no,” she said. “Recorded on someone’s phone somewhere, probably. That’ll teach you for being an unsociable dick last weekend.”

Mike let off a string of curses at the realization that he’d chosen to stay home and play Heavy Rain rather than see his gorgeous best friends drunkenly make out.

Jared caught Jensen’s eye, grinning. It was nice hanging out with a few of Jensen’s friends, and Jensen seemed relaxed enough after the tense start to their lunch break.

“If you wanna meet me in the parking lot, I can give you a ride home,” Jensen offered, running his thumb along the skin on Jared’s hand before they both stood up. “That’s if you’re not sick of me,” he added.

Jared pretended to think. “Nah, not sick of you. Yet,” he finally said.

Jensen bumped their shoulders together. “Smartass.”

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

A few weeks later on the way home from orchestra, Jensen cleared his throat.

“Hey, uh... my parents are away this weekend. You know, if you want to come over or... whatever.”

It wasn’t like Jensen to be so nervous and Jared frowned at Jensen before it dawned on him that Jensen’s parents going away meant a whole house to themselves. He felt his face split into a huge grin.

“That sounds awesome, Jensen,” he said. Jensen stole a glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Awesome,” he agreed. “So, you can just come over after school on Friday, yeah?”

Jared nodded. “Yeah, that sounds...”

“Awesome?” Jensen teased.

Jared laughed. “Yeah, awesome.”

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

They met in the parking lot that Friday afternoon after school, Jared carrying a bag over his shoulder.

“Change of clothes,” he explained at Jensen’s quizzical look. “I’m hoping I won’t have much need of them, but, you know, keeping up appearances.”

Jensen smirked, his gaze heated. “I was hoping you didn’t actually think you’d be wearing much this weekend,” he said. Jared shook his head.

“Definitely not.”

Jensen grinned at him as he unlocked the car. “Good,” he said firmly. He dropped his voice and added, “Because I’m planning on having you naked and strung out on my bed really, really soon.”

Jared’s legs buckled at the promise as he opened the passenger door.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

When they walked into Jensen’s house, Jensen turned to Jared, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him tenderly.

“I love you so much, Jay,” he said, his voice tight with emotion.

Jared smiled. They hadn’t said the words before but he did love Jensen, he’d known it for weeks. “I love you, too,” he promised, before his grin turned devious. “Now will you take me to bed?”

Jensen threw his head back and laughed. “Gladly,” he said, hooking his fingers in Jared’s belt loops and dragging them both up the stairs.

When they got to Jensen’s room, Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s neck and kissed him deeply. He pushed Jensen back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs as he pulled Jensen’s shirt over his head.

Jensen removed Jared's shirt as Jared started running his hands over Jensen’s chest. Jensen groaned as Jared's hand brushed a nipple and he moved back to tease it with more deliberation.

“Fuck,” Jensen hissed, pushing his hips up sharply as Jared lightly pinched his nipple, reaching down to take the other in his teeth. The sound that escaped Jensen at that point was absolutely guttural, a deep groan that had Jared instantly, blindingly hard as he pressed up against Jensen's thigh.

Jensen gazed up at him, his pupils blown with lust. "Want you to fuck me, Jay. Please," he whispered. Jared grinned at the sight of his boyfriend, desperate and begging, and realised how much he liked it.

“I guess I could do that,” he growled into Jensen's neck, licking and sucking a bruise into the perfect skin. “For you.”

“Yeah, you won't be getting anything out of it at all... oh Jesus, fuck yes,” Jensen hissed as Jared's hand skimmed his fly.

“You think I should get you out of these?” Jared murmured. Jensen nodded quickly.

Jared deftly undid Jensen's fly, easing the pants over his hips and down his legs, dragging his underwear with it, and Jared had to focus on the act of breathing.

They’d messed around a lot since that first time, getting closer and closer to fucking each time, but Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the sight of Jensen when he was naked. His eyes traveled from Jensen’s neck and chest, where he'd already left several marks and was planning on leaving many more before the weekend was over, and down his hips before his eyes were drawn to Jensen's hard cock, leaking precome onto his stomach as Jensen unintentionally made small thrusting movements with his hips.

“C'mon, Jay, please,” Jensen groaned, and that was all the encouragement Jared needed to bend down and take Jensen's cock in his mouth, something he’d never tried before.

Jensen keened, a high pitched noise he’d deny until his deathbed, winding his hands in Jared’s overlong hair. Jared grinned, licking his way up the shaft before taking it back into his mouth.

Jensen tasted like salt and something uniquely him, and Jared found that he really liked the flavor. As he got bolder, he moved one hand between Jensen’s legs.

Jensen gasped as Jared's finger started circling his hole, tightening his grip on Jared's hair. By the time Jared was ready to slide a finger in, there was a filthy stream of obscenities pouring out of Jensen's mouth, interspersed with the odd “More, God, please.”

Jared grinned, his mouth slipping off Jensen's dick for a moment. “Lube?” he panted, the effort of keeping himself under control starting to get to him. Jensen scrambled in his drawer, quickly finding a bottle of lube and a condom.

Jared uncapped the bottle, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and blushed.

“You might have to talk me through this a bit,” he muttered, embarrassed, but Jensen just smiled lazily.

“What you’ve been doing has been fucking amazing,” Jensen promised, slightly breathless. Jared chuckled before wrapping his lips around Jensen’s dick again. As Jensen moaned, Jared slid two fingers inside him, and Jensen thrust his hips up involuntarily.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jared, you’re fucking incredible,” he hissed. Jared chuckled, pulling away to take a good look at Jensen squirming on the bed.

“Anyone ever told you you’ve got a filthy fucking mouth on you when you’re horny?” he asked before deciding to try something he’d read about a while back.

“Shut the fuck up and– fuck!” Jensen cut himself off with a strangled moan as Jared twisted his fingers up. Jensen’s hands scrabbled for purchase in the sheets as his breathing picked up, and Jared thanked God and Google for helping him find the prostate.

“Oh my God, just... please, fuck,” Jensen half-moaned, half-whispered and Jared grinned to himself; he really needed to take the time to make Jensen beg more often – later. He pulled himself to up balance on his knees, rolling the condom on and slicking himself up with lube before positioning himself.

“Now, Jay,” Jensen groaned, and Jared slid inside in one smooth stroke, bottoming out before stopping, face to face with Jensen. Jared thought that if he never had to move from right here, deep inside his boyfriend with Jensen’s legs wrapped around his waist, he could die happy.

They gazed at each other for a moment, Jared pressing a soft kiss to Jensen's lips. “Ready?” he asked, a teasing note to his voice.

“Fucking do it,” Jensen growled, and that was all the encouragement Jared needed. He started to pull out, spellbound by how fucking tight Jensen was, before pushing in all the way again.

“Harder,” Jensen demanded, and Jared let go, fucking them into the mattress. Their bodies were slick with sweat, Jensen’s legs trying to pull Jared closer.

Jared felt his balls begin to tighten, and instinctively wrapped a hand around Jensen’s cock. Jensen gasped, panting out sounds that were possibly Jared's name; it was hard to tell at that point. Then Jensen cried out – definitely Jared’s name that time – and came hard, splattering their stomachs. The sight sent Jared tumbling over the edge with him, his face buried in Jensen’s neck as he whispered, “I love you.”

It took them a while to come down, their limbs still entangled.

“We should shower,” Jensen whispered after a couple of minutes.

Jared laughed. “That might be a good idea,” he agreed.

Jensen glanced up at him. “Join me?” he suggested hopefully.

Jared’s answering grin was blinding.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

When they stepped out of the shower, not bothering with clothes once they were dry, Jared spotted Jensen’s violin case propped up under his music stand in the corner of the room.

“Will you play me something?” he asked, gesturing towards it. Jensen followed the direction of his gaze and flushed.

“You want me to play my violin for you? Why?” he asked.

Jared kissed his shoulder. “Because you’re fucking beautiful when you play,” he answered honestly, grinning when Jensen blushed deeply.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Jensen muttered, unpacking his violin and rosining his bow. “Anything you want me to play for you, perve?”

Jared laughed. “Whatever you like,” he said as Jensen quickly tuned.

Jensen thought about it for a second before he touched his bow to the strings and began to play from memory.

Jared’s breath caught in his throat. He’d admired Jensen’s musical ability since the day they met, but absolutely nothing compared to this; the way Jensen’s eyes were locked on his own as his fingers moved deftly across the strings.

Jared let out a shaky breath as Jensen played the final note. Jensen smiled awkwardly at him.

“Did you like?” he asked hesitantly. Jared’s eyes widened.

“Jensen, you’re amazing,” he said sincerely. “I don’t know the piece; what was it?”

Fantasia in F minor,” Jensen told him. “Telemann is one of my favorites.”

Jared got up off the bed and walking over to Jensen. “I think he might be one of mine now, too,” he grinned, kissing him softly. Suddenly aware that they were both still naked, he took the bow out of Jensen’s hand and laid it gently on the music stand. “Now will you come back to bed?”

Jensen laughed, putting his violin down. “Gladly.”

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared spent the weeks leading up to Christmas officially freaking out over the upcoming holiday. He tried to get some hint as to what Jensen wanted without actually asking him, but Jensen either didn’t get it or was deliberately not answering the question.

In desperation, he asked Jensen’s mom one day while Jensen was in the bathroom before dinner. Donna thought hard before replying.

“Well, he wears a lot of jewelry,” she offered finally. “I bet if you bought him something special he’d love it.”

Jared frowned. Now that she mentioned it, Jensen did usually have a chain around his neck and a couple of rings on his right hand. He couldn’t believe jewelry hadn’t occurred to him already. He grinned.

“Thanks, Donna,” he said, giving her a hug on impulse. She pulled him close for a moment before letting him go, smiling fondly at him.

“You want to grab the knives and forks out of the drawer for me?” she asked.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

That night, Jared went online shopping. He hunted for hours before finally finding the perfect gift – a gorgeous titanium bracelet that he knew would look great on Jensen. It was a hundred and fifty dollars, but Jared had more than enough in his savings account and the prepaid Visa his parents had given him. He transferred the money over in his internet banking and added the bracelet to his shopping cart. He hesitated before checking out, going back to the main page and finding his mom a stunning pair of earrings for twenty-five dollars, adding them as well. It wasn’t an entirely selfless purchase – Jared knew he needed a way to explain the Macy’s package that would turn up for him in a few days.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Christmas was for family – and church – in the Padalecki house, but Jared managed to sneak away for a few hours on the afternoon of Christmas Eve to meet Jensen at his house.

There were two presents with Jared’s name on them under Jensen’s tree; one from Jensen himself, the other from Jensen’s family. Donna was on her way out the door with Jensen’s sister to do some last-minute shopping, but she paused to give Jared a hug and tell him he was allowed to open his present today, her eyes twinkling as she spoke. Jared blushed, pleasantly surprised that they’d bought him something.

He unwrapped the present from the Ackles’ first; a couple of boxes of rosin and a Barnes & Noble gift card. Jared grinned, making a mental note to thank them all profusely when he next saw them.

Jensen picked up his present to Jared from under the tree, his expression oddly shy. He handed it to Jared with a small smile; Jared pulled him close and kissed him before he unwrapped his gift.

It was a music folder. Jared opened it up to reveal pages and pages of handwritten sheet music; mostly cello solos, but a couple were duets to be played with a violin. There were twelve pieces in all, and Jared had flicked through half a dozen before he noticed the name of the composer in the top right-hand corner.

“Holy shit, you wrote these?” he whispered. Jensen bit his lip.

“You’re hard to shop for, Jay,” he joked. Jared set the folder carefully down on the coffee table before grabbing his boyfriend by the shirt, kissing him hard.

“It’s perfect,” he said quietly before stepping away. “My present’s going to look lame in comparison, but... here,” he added, handing Jensen his gift.

Jensen took it with a small smile, untying the bow and pulling the paper off before opening the box. Jensen’s jaw dropped as he pulled out the bracelet.

“Jared, this is... oh, my God,” he said quietly.

Jared blushed. “I hope that’s a good thing,” he teased, unable to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

Jensen met his eyes. “Are you kidding? Jay, this is so beautiful. I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes, you do,” Jared murmured, blushing. He took the bracelet out of Jensen’s hand and fastened it over his wrist, grinning.

“Looks good on you,” he said, entwining their hands.

Jensen leaned in and kissed him so softly, Jared could have almost imagined it.

“Not as good as having your hand in mine, though,” he murmured against Jared’s lips.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

After Christmas, they didn’t get to spend as much time together as either of them would have liked. Jensen was dealing with college applications; Jared tried talking to him about them, but Jensen didn’t want to worry about it until he knew where he was accepted. If he refused to talk about it then there wasn’t really much Jared could do, but the idea of Jensen going out of state to college – which he knew Jensen was considering, though he didn’t know where – really worried him.

He loved Jensen, and he knew Jensen loved him, but a long-distance relationship would be hard; not to mention that Jensen was sure to get shit for having a sophomore boyfriend back home.

The last thing Jared wanted to be was the guy who held his boyfriend back; the last thing Jensen deserved was to end up going to some second-rate university because he thought Jared would want him close. His biggest fear was that Jensen would sell himself short for his benefit, and end up resenting Jared for it when he finally understood how much more he could have done with his life.

It was when he started thinking too hard about it that he realized Jensen was right; there was no point worrying about it until Jensen knew who wanted him and where he wanted to go.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jensen was in New York on his eighteenth birthday at the beginning of March. Jared knew he was looking at colleges there, but that was all the information he was getting out his boyfriend. He understood why, but it still hurt.

Jensen got back to San Antonio on the sixth and picked up Jared for rehearsal the next day as usual. Jared tried to talk about Jensen’s week, but Jensen kept changing the subject.

When Jensen dropped him off that night, he kissed Jared like the world was ending, like he wanted to remember the feeling forever. Jared returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster; but on the inside, he was shaking.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

After orchestra one evening in April, Jensen asked if Jared wanted to go out to dinner that Friday. His jaw was tight, and Jared figured he must have made a decision. And whatever it was, Jared was definitely not going to like it.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

Jared was counting down the minutes until the end of the day in English on Friday afternoon. The clock was ticking ever slower in a bid to irritate him as Ms. Foster droned on about the importance of linking sentences. His foot tapped against the floorboards, desperate to get out and get ready for his dinner with Jensen.

A quarter-hour before the bell, there was a knock on the door. Ms. Foster suppressed a sigh as she admitted the visitor. Jared blinked, then felt a grin split his face as Jensen walked through the door, a stack of papers in his hand.

“Hey, Ms. Foster. I got roped into delivering a message about finals to all the freshman classes,” Jensen smiled at her, handing over one of the papers in his hand. The teacher scanned it quickly, then nodded at him.

“Thank you, Jensen; I’ll pass this on,” she assured him before turning back to the class. “Now, who can give me a bad example of a linking sentence? Jared?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jared saw Jensen automatically react to the name, glancing up and freezing with his mouth slightly agape as his eyes met Jared’s. Jared offered a small smile, but Jensen didn’t react; instead, he turned and left the room.

Jared frowned at the now-closed door as his teacher cleared her throat.

“Mister Padalecki!” she barked, drawing the ‘e’ sound out too long as she always did. “A bad linking sentence, please!”

Jared shrugged, staring down at the desk. “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” he said quietly.

Ms. Foster pursed her lips. “Anyone else?” she directed to the room at large.

No one else knew what she was talking about, so she went into another rant. Jared felt his cell phone vibrate, and carefully slid it out of his pocket, hoping not to attract her attention.

I have something 2 do right after school. can u meet me by my locker about 4?

He sent back a quick Sure just before the bell rang. He picked up his books and dumped them in his own locker before heading to the library. Maybe he could master linking sentences before he met Jensen.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

At five to four, Jared was leaning against his boyfriend’s locker as Jensen came round the corner. Jared grinned at him, but his smile quickly faded when he took in the tautness of Jensen’s jaw, the way the tendons on his hands stood out; they were balled into fists.

“Shit, Jen, what’s wrong?” Jared asked softly, trying to wrap his arms around him. Jensen tensed and pulled away, his eyes downcast.

“Jared, I’ve been thinking,” he started, and Jared sucked in a breath.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he said quietly.

Jensen laughed bitterly. “It’s not that, Jared. It’s just… I refuse to believe you suck at English.”

Jared frowned, not following. “I don’t,” he said. “I mean, I’m not top of the class or whatever, but I get mostly A’s. Why would you think I suck at English?”

“I hoped that you were in freshman English because you really suck at it,” Jensen confessed.

“Jensen, I’m in freshman English because I’m a freshman,” Jared said slowly. “You knew that.”

Jensen’s head snapped up, meeting Jared’s eyes for the first time. “Jared, I thought you were a junior. I mean, Jesus, look at you; you’re tall and confident and talented and smart and gorgeous. When you said you weren’t a senior, I just assumed... so if you’re not a junior, how old are you?”

Jared swallowed hard. “Jensen–” he started.

Jensen cut him off. “Just answer the question, Jared!”

“I’m fifteen,” Jared said softly.

“Fuck!” Jensen yelled, slamming his hand against the locker. Jared flinched as the sound reverberated off the walls.

“Jen, come on,” he tried, reaching out. Jensen shied away from his touch.

“No, Jared. No,” he snapped. “Jesus, do the words ‘statutory rape’ mean anything to you?”

Jared’s stomach clenched. It was six months since he and Jensen got together, and even after Jensen turned eighteen the thought had never once entered his head.

“Wait, hang on,” he said. “I thought we had a close in age law?”

Jensen snorted. “We do, Jared. If you’re straight,” he hissed. “It’s perfectly all right for me to fuck a fifteen year old girl, but not you. Jesus,” he said again, sounding close to tears.

Jared tried to reach for him one more time, but Jensen pushed him away. “Just go home, Jared,” he said, sinking down to the floor.

It went against every instinct he had to leave Jensen there on the ground, but Jared knew he wasn’t doing any good by staying. He started to walk away, but froze when he heard a hoarse “Oh, and Jared?”

“Yeah?” Jared muttered.

“You should probably find another ride to orchestra on Sunday.”

third movement


Tags: !fanfiction, challenge: big bang, fandom: rpf, pairing: jared/jensen, rating: nc-17, verse: notes of music, wordcount: 20000-24999
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