dephigravity | Fic: A Little Bit Closer

Title: A Little Bit Closer
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1400
Disclaimer: Don't own them, I just play with them from time to time.
Summary: Danneel knows her friends entirely too well, even better than they know themselves. And she is bound and determined to get Jared and Jensen to admit their feelings for one another. With Katie's help and a not-so-simple game of chicken, she just might succeed.
A/N: Written for

insmallpackages, gift prompt #148 "J2 ficlet - First-time, Gay Chicken - Yep! Gay Chicken - Any reason, any timeline, doesn't matter, just... Gay Chicken!"

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all," says Jensen, wiping his now sweaty palms on his shorts.

He's perched on the bed, trying to avoid looking Jared directly in the eye. Their knees are touching but just barely, exactly the way Danneel and Katie had been mere seconds ago. If Jared feels half as nervous as he does, it doesn't show. Maybe he doesn't think it's such a big deal. Then again, it could just be the last four shots he tossed back throwing all realization out the window. Either way Jensen's about to freak out and call the whole damned thing off.

"Hey now, you just got one hell of a show," Danneel says, her arms folding across her chest and her head cocking to the left, in a way that Jensen knows better than to challenge her on. "Now it's our turn."

His eyes turn to Katie who looks like she is trying to hold back a snicker. Never a good sign, he thinks to himself. His lips pucker and twist to the side as he contemplates just what it is that he's about to do.

"C'mon, Jen. This'll be fun."

Jensen turns towards the slightly slurred words to see Jared beaming at him in that pleasantly buzzed shit-ass grin.

And fuck if his dimples aren't even more pronounced and enticing when he's drunk. It is both intoxicating and entirely excruciating the way he looks tonight; any night really. The way his hair falls along his cheek, the way his muscles stand out, firm and tight against the cotton of his tee shirt. Jensen's mind wanders for a moment, caught in the tanned skin of Jared's bicep as it disappears beneath his sleeve.

There is something different about him, though, and it's pissing Jensen off that he can't quite pin it down. Jared just seems even more hyper and handsy tonight. It's gotta be the alcohol. It's not the truth, and Jensen knows it. There is this, this thing between them. Call it chemistry or a connection, whatever, all Jensen's knows for sure is that Jared is straight. No question, Jared is one-hundred percent Grade A heterosexual. So this all has to be in his mind, some sort of fucked up wishful thinking on his part.

He finally breaks his gaze from Jared's arm and looks up at him. There's a lump in his throat as he tries to speak, a high pitched chirp slips out before he clears it and digs deep to find some semblance of masculinity. "Fun? Fun, seriously? Not exactly my choice of word."

Jared looks almost wounded as his grin softens but it soon returns just as quick, this time with a more mischievous quality. "C'mon, I promise I won't bite 'less you want me to." He winks and grips Jensen's knee in a reassuring squeeze, which sends pangs of excitement straight to his dick.

And with that all of Jensen's self control is shot to hell.

He tries to ignore the fact that he is starting to sport a boner and god is he thankful for being in Drama. Cuz this? This is gonna taking all the acting lessons he's ever had, and then some. "Fine, but I'm not gonna enjoy this. At all."

"Sure, Jen. Keep telling yourself that," Danneel says as she works to refasten her bra behind her back. "Okay, now show us some hot boy-on-boy action." She slides over her hoodie, tugging her hair out from underneath, then hand gestures towards Jared with a clearing of her throat. Patience is not one of her virtues.

Jensen shoots her a glare and snaps, "Not helping, D."

They can't possibly expect things to go as far between he and Jared as they had went between themselves; that was way past light petting and tonsil hockey. Not that Jensen would mind all that much, making out with Jared has been his favorite wet dream for over the last year. It's just that Jensen couldn't even imagine the mortification that would come if he blew his load in his shorts right in front of the girls. Or more importantly, Jared.

Jensen's heart sinks a little when Jared removes his hand and places it back in his lap as he looks over at the girls for their go ahead.

Too late now.

Jensen adjusts his legs, attempting to ready himself and starts secretly plotting his revenge on the girls.

It may as well have been a starting pistol because the second Danneel nods Jared grabs Jensen's ankle. Not tight, it's loose and gentle but still the electricity of the touch shoots through him. Jared has to grab his arm with his other hand, breaking Jensen from the spell as he drops it on his own leg.

"Closer," Jared instructs, cocky smile already broadening into those god damned sexy dimples.

I can do this.

Jensen obeys, skimming his hand over Jared's leg and up to his calf and looks at the girls for what to do next.

Katie rolls her eyes and sighs, "That means it's your turn, genius."

"Oh. Um, closer?" Jensen says, looking down as Jared's hand shoots right for the hem of his shorts.

"Closer," Jared says again, his words dripping full of self-assuredness as he waits for Jensen.

Jensen hesitates. Fuck! This is so not happening. Suddenly, he is conscious of the fact that he is rubbing circles into the side of Jared's knee. Jared nudges his knee into his hand when he stops. Jensen berates himself again for wishful thinking because there is no way Jared wants him to keep fondling him, even if it is just his knee.

"C-closer," he says, trying to stem all the thoughts rushing through his head as Jared slides his fingers under the fabric and clamps his hand firmly around his thigh. Jared isn't playing fair, at least not as far as Jensen's concerned. He seems unfazed, like this is a game of Old Maid or something. Meanwhile Jensen is living every erotic fantasy he has ever had in the last year and trying his best not to come like the horny seventeen-year-old boy he is.

"Closer."

"Guys, this is stupid. Childish, really. I mean-"

"I said. Closer." Jared's voice is more demanding and forceful than Jensen can ever remember hearing it. He sighs heavily as he takes Jensen's hand again and shoves it right next to his crotch.

Jesus Christ

"Jare-" he starts but is cut off by Jared's look of insistence.

It's a fucking pissing contest for him. The realization clicks soundly into place. There's no way Jensen is gonna let himself be out-gayed by anyone, least of all one Jared Padalecki.

"Closer," Jensen says, trying to sound in control. A control that is lost once Jared's fingers brush over his boxers, against the tip of his dick. Jared knows what he's doing, that much is clear as his fingers continue to dance over the cotton of his underwear.

Jensen tries in vain to think of anything other than, He's touching my dick. Jared Padalecki is touching my fucking dick, and drown out his inner screaming. Jared's nonchalant as he says the word again, "Closer."

Jensen inches his hand over the bunched material covering Jared's crotch. He realizes the fact that he is doing this completely above their clothing while Jared is not and how fucking fair is that?

Jensen grunts as Jared squeezes his dick, not even waiting for him to say anything this time. And then there is a crushing wait on top of him as Jared lunges forward, almost knocking them off the bed. He's still trying to process things as Jared's tongue is twisting with his, and his hands are entwined in his hair. Jared's full-on grinding against him, his dick just as hard as Jensen's, and all Jensen can think is, Damn, he's proportionate.

"Well, it looks like our work here is done. You boys have fun now," Danneel says. Jensen flashes her the finger, refusing to open his eyes to glare at her. Jared is too busy mumbling something in his mouth to even care about her or Katie anymore.

So here he is, making out with the hottest guy in school. A guy who, until yesterday, was just another one of his unrequited crushes. Okay, maybe he's not one hundred percent heterosexual. Which totally works for Jensen.

As Jared slides his hand under his shirt and glides his thumb along his ribs, Jensen can't help but smile into the kiss. Screw the revenge, he's gonna owe Danneel and Katie big time for this.