Chad's huddled next to Jared on the sofa, leg pressing against his, all warm and muscled, smelling of Irish Spring and Fritos, and Jared shifts a little, trying not to let Chad know how hard he is right now. It's been almost two weeks since the play-off game and Chad coming to find him in the locker room -- over two weeks of Jared jerking off every night thinking about Chad kissing him, all wet and slick, and Chad's hand on his cock and Chad coming apart, breathing Jared's name. Two long, excruciating weeks, and Jared's sure that if he doesn't get his hands on Chad soon, he might just explode. The only problem is getting past Chad's reticence to do anything with Jared's parents and sister on the other side of the door. "Hey, wait, stop, isn't that Tammy?" Chad says, and Jared jerks himself back to the present. "Yeah," he says, blinking to help focus his eyes. The Myspace video page swims into view. "Yeah, that's Tammy. Remember that party she threw last month when her folks were out of town?" "Well, let's see what she's got, man." "C'mon..." "C'mon, dude, it's gotta beat looking at those fucking skateboarding vids. Again," Chad grins, wide and a little evil, and Jared just gets hard all over again. "Better'n watching you play Madden '05 all damn night," Jared mutters, but clicks on the link anyway. Instantly, Danny's, Tammy's boyfriend, face swims into view, all drunk and stupid-looking as the camera pulls back, captures him with his tongue all out as he makes a devil sign with his hand. "Fuck, man, Danny's so retarded," Chad observes, and presses his chest against Jared's arm to get a closer look. Jared just holds his breath. "Hey, man, is that you?" "Uh..." Jared squints. "Yeah, why?" The sound kicks in a second later, and over the sounds of the people mingling in the foreground, they both hear Chad's voice calling Jared a pussy in a gay shirt. Chad laughs and slaps his knee. "DUDE! We're like, famous, and shit." "Internet famous," Jared scoffs, and then they both blink when the camera pans over to Susan and Justin on Tammy's sofa, going at it like there hadn't been fifty people around them, and a camera. "Dude, is her hand down his pants?" Chad nods, his eyes so wide they look like they might pop out of his head. "Man, that's way more of his dick than I wanted to see." Jared can't help it; he cracks the fuck up. "Well, at least we know why she's going out with him." "Sure as hell ain't for his brains," Chad chuckles, and taps the screen. "What's that link go to?" "Dunno," Jared shrugs, but clicks on it anyway. The link turns out to be boring – some chick neither of 'em knows talking about bellydancing, so they jump to another link, and wind up at some other party. Well, at least, Jared thinks it's a party, there are people around – but, about two seconds into the video, he sort of loses all thought. There, in full-on color on Jared's laptop, are two guys their age, totally full-throttle making out with each other. In public. In front of their friends. Chad hits the rewind button with the mouse as soon as the video ends. Neither of them says anything. They watch the video over and over, Jared loses count, rewinding to the good part, where the two guys are really start going at it, hands in each others' hair, all tongues and desperately rubbing against each other, and Jared's not sure about Chad, but this is some seriously hot shit. "Hey...wanna look at porn?" Jared whispers, biting his lip to keep from moaning and attacking Chad then and there. "Whatever you want," and Jared can feel Chad, half-hard and pressing close. Jared thinks he should get a medal or some shit for keeping it cool, for acting like he doesn't totally have gay porn websites saved already, like he's just oops, finding them because he's so good at surfing Google. He 'randomly' clicks on the link to one of his favorite sites – one that supposedly has 'straight' frat boys all going at it like gangbusters in cheap motel rooms – and he clicks on all of the free clips, not daring to glance over at Chad to see if he's just as turned on by watching muscled jocks blow each other on video. "You know, seriously," Chad finally says, voice raspy, thick, the way it always gets when he's all horny, and Jared can tell so turned on he's about to pass out from blood loss, "what the fuck is the appeal with having sex with people who aren't gay? Is that a thing?" He's whispering, because, God forbid the cushions hear. "Dunno," Jared shrugs, clearing his throat in a guilty stutter, because he has a whole fantasy about him and Chad in one of those vids, making out and sucking each other off for the camera. It's one of his favorite fantasies, actually, never fails to get him off. "So...wanna pretend like we're on tape?" Jared watches, fascinated and envious, as Chad bites on his lower lip and says, "Yeah, okay, maybe." Jared doesn't waste any time trying to figure out if Chad means it. He just reaches out and starts rubbing Chad's shoulder. "What are you doing, man?" "They always give each other massages, um." Jared knows he totally busted himself, but Chad doesn't look freaked out, just sort of dazed. "Is...uh...?" He starts rubbing again, kneading muscles hard from football camp and the weight room, and Chad shifts into his touch. "Yeah," Chad whispers, "it's fine" and Jared can see Chad gripping the sofa cushion so tight his knuckles are white. Jared's so hard he's almost afraid to move for fear he'll nut in his jeans. He leans in and opens his mouth just short of Chad's, and Chad's right there, with an answering open mouth, all little tongue jabs and lips tugging and pulling. They slide down so that Chad's on his back and Jared's over him, both their feet still on the floor. And it's almost like any other make out session in the rec room. It feels almost, no, totally natural to twist so his spine hurts and shift so his hard-on isn't touching Chad so he doesn't know how bad Jared wants this. How Jared can't even jack off anymore thinking of anything but this. Chad's rough hands run up under the thin cotton of his t-shirt, and Jared jerks, the contact too much. "Shhhh," Chad breathes in the space between their lips, shushing Jared with easy touches like he does with spooked cats and the horses on Chad's granddaddy's ranch, and Jared allows himself to relax, to breathe into the next kiss, the next meeting of tongues. "Take it off, man." Jared lifts up long enough to help Chad peel the shirt off, and gasps when he feels the sharp nip of Chad's teeth across his collarbone, hips reflexively pushing forward, seeking friction. And like that, Jared's feet come up off the floor and he dangles them off the end of the couch as he settles right between Chad's legs and starts to grind. Chad just lets him, lets Jared shove him down into the too soft, broke down, old cushions of the bazillion year-old couch and maul him with Jared's mouth everywhere on his neck and under his jaw, licking and bucking down hard. "Ooooooohhhhh," Chad says, sort of moans out, and his legs come up so his knees are bent. This is so familiar, but better, so much better. Everything that Jared should have had for so long, and he's greedy to make up for that, to make up and more, to do the shit he never would even try on Tiffany or any of the random girls who are always willing. Always. "So stupid, man," he mutters against Chad's throat, scraping his teeth over sharp stubble from where Chad had forgotten to shave. So different, foreign, but he's never tasted anything as right as this. "Stupid?" Chad lifts his head, eyes drowsy with lust, and it's taking everything Jared has not to fucking attack him then and there. Not just make out, but rip Chad's clothes off and forget who they are just long enough for Jared to act on his worst, most embarrassing fantasies. "C'mon," he growls, and starts yanking on Chad's clothing, tired of anything and everything that's between him and what he wants. Chad's willing enough to be tugged out of his shirt, but when Jared starts working on his zipper, he shoves at Jared's shoulder, not angry or anything, but hard enough to get his attention. "Door...lock," he says, jerking his head, and yeah, that's a good idea. Last thing either of them wants is for Jared's little sister to bust in and catch 'em. Pulling away, though, that's not as easy as just getting up. Because Chad's looking at him from under his lashes, eyes so bright and blue Jared can see the color in the crap light of the rec room lamp from 1973. Chad's mouth is open, just enough to show his tongue between his teeth. He's really something else, that unattainable something that's broken a lot of hearts. Jared's seen it since they were twelve. And Chad's not just his best friend; he's lying there under Jared, rocking his hips shallowly, like he's pretending he's not doing it at all, and watching Jared's mouth. Jared kisses him again without thinking about it, feeling Chad's watch catch in his hair, and the kiss is different somehow, more, not just rushing and straining and crash bang, but a soft glide of lips against lips and tiny licks and – oh, fuck yes. Chad bucks him off out of nowhere, his strength always a shock coming from that compact body. Jared lands half on the coffee table and half on the floor. He watches in silence as Chad stomps to the door and locks it with his eyes wide open, making a mocking, exaggerated face at Jared. "Your sister!" He mouths. And Jared knows what Chad's actually saying is Don't want to scar her for life, not Don't wanna get busted, because that's just the kinda guy he is. Then he's looming over Jared a second later, jeans half-unbuttoned, dark-blond, wiry curls peeking from behind the vee, cock noticeably hard and straining the denim. His eyes are shadowed, but Jared knows what Chad's thinking sure as he knows how to make a three-point, and he sits up on his knees, kneeling in front of Chad and leaning in, breathing right where jeans meet skin. Musky, sharp, a taste he's barely had, but one that's haunted his tongue ever since that night in the bathroom of the Howard Johnson's on prom night. Chad shivers as the tip of Jared's tongue traces a light pattern along his belly scar. "Please," Chad whispers, voice cracking, the word foreign on his tongue, and all the more arousing for it. Jared's hands feel clumsy, as he finishes unbuttoning Chad's jeans and pushes them down lean hips. Chad's cock, long and thick and already leaking pre-come, bobs against Jared's lips and he flickers his tongue along the slit, marveling at how different Chad tastes than any girl he's ever known, like myrrh or other fancy spice he learned about in Sunday School. Jared licks down all the way to where Chad's jeans start and yanks and licks at the same time until he's not even really licking Chad's dick anymore, but the top of his balls. Chad grabs the back of his head and makes a couple abortive cough-moans, and Jared takes that as a big ole' yes. It's a little weird, hairy and a crinkly texture, but so hot when Chad can't stop himself and just starts gasping and whispering, "Suck, please, just more, uh..." and breaks off when Jared does suck. And not some sissy little puckering, but sucks one of Chad's balls right into his mouth and runs the flat of his tongue against it. Chad's making all sorts of helpless noises above him, and saying shit that Jared doesn't even think is English. Jared wants so much that it's like an ache somewhere deep down inside - he doesn't even know exactly what it is he wants, just something he doesn't have a name for. He closes his mouth over the head of Chad's cock again, taking as much in his mouth as he can before he starts gagging, pulls back and takes a little more with each slide of lips. Chad only pulls on his hair once, then pets his head, threading fingers through the strands, and Jared can feel how hard Chad's trembling. It's all a little frantic, because no way everyone's asleep yet, and there are always people coming and going and snooping around the house, and Jared wants to get off so bad. He rubs himself through his jeans and looks up at the line of Chad's throat. He's got his mouth hanging open and his head thrown back and his eyes sealed shut, and what Jared really wants is to touch him from head to toe, to grab him and rub all over him, lips and hands and cock, just own Chad's body in a way he guesses is probably just about exactly how they own each other's minds. He sucks harder, bobs deeper, suppressing the gag, because the faster Chad comes the faster Jared can wrap him up and bite his neck and suck on the inside of his elbow where he's got those scars from the IVs from when he was in the hospital for a month. He's got about a split second of warning, where Chad's hips snap forward, and Chad's strangling out his name, and then Jared's choking, sputtering on Chad's come, trying to swallow and cough at the same time. He wheezes on the thick taste, a little like mushrooms, but more bitter, and Chad's there on his knees, patting his back and rubbing lips over his, asking if Jared's alright in a high, concerned whisper. Jared manages to nod - he's sure his face is as red as their school uniform ties - and sort of falls forward on top of Chad, knocking them both to the floor in a pile of limbs and lips and tongues tangling together. Chad lets Jared manhandle him, lets Jared shove Chad's hand down the back of Jared's jeans and slides the other of his own accord into the back of Jared's hair. He kisses open-mouthed and loose-limbed, and when Jared bucks down, he slips his middle finger against the knob of Jared's tailbone and then down. Jared shoves his tongue into Chad's mouth, out of control, and curls up so that Chad has more access. Chad gets the message and starts touching him there. And he wants to do that to Chad. Wants to...Chad hits Jared's asshole, and Jared bites him. Chad tenses. "Oh, fuck, did I hurt you?" Jared shakes his head, short and jerky. "Just...feels weird. Good though," he adds, at Chad's crestfallen look. "But, uh, your finger's a little dry." "Did you want, um," Chad nibbles on his lower lip, unconsciously the sexiest thing Jared's ever seen, "is there anything here?" "Mom keeps a bottle of lotion down here for her hands," Jared whispers, and he can't believe how much this is turning him on, how much just the idea is making him so hard he's practically brain dead. "I'll...just...stay here, alright, don't move." It only takes him a minute to swipe the bottle, lost among the picture frames and pen holders and the monitor on the desk in the corner of the room. Then he turns, clutching the lotion in sweaty hands, and fucking loses his breath. Chad's just lying there on the faded shag carpet his folks've had since before he was born, hips lifted, feet planted on the floor, lazily fisting his cock back to hardness. Jared suddenly feels weird, awkward. What's he supposed to do here, just walk right over and bust all up in there? Seems sort of rude. He uncaps the lotion and the sweet, tangy smell of plumaria hits the room, suddenly the only scent in the entire place. Chad rolls his head and meets Jared's eyes. His lids flutter half-closed and his blushes, sort of scooting his hips around, like he's embarrassed. "Come back here?" Chad whispers, broken up and cracked. Jared about breaks the land-speed record jumping on top of him and kissing him so hard his nicks his lip on Chad's front teeth. "Damn," Chad laughs, all breathless and clutching Jared's shoulders, and the sound goes straight to Jared's cock. "Impatient much?" "Fuck you," Jared retorts, grinning, "you're the one all jacking off for me." Chad shrugs, the movement brushing their cocks together, and they both groan. "Said...like the videos," and Jared swallows Chad's next moan with the slide of his tongue against Chad's. He presses the bottle into Chad's hand. The scent of plumeria fills the air again as Chad unscrews the cap and pours a little on his fingers. "C'mon, get those off," and Jared can't remember the last time he's obeyed anyone that fast. When he's naked and stretched back on top of Chad, they both meet each other's eyes as Chad's fingers dip low, slide between Jared's asscheeks. "How's this?" Chad murmurs once he's two knuckles in. Jared bears down with his hips against Chad, and Chad's finger sinks deeper. It's fucked up and dirty and Chad's watching him when Jared opens his eyes. Chad's pale face is bright red with tiny white blotches high on his cheeks. His hand is spread all across Jared's ass, and his middle finger must be up in all the way. Chad just looks directly in Jared's eyes and twists his hand, and Jared bucks his hips, not able to look away from Chad's directness. Not able to do anything but hump, and Chad twists again and does something deadly inside Jared's body that Jared hadn't even believed was real until Chad hits it. He's done, sagging completely, mouth slack, coming without even having to move. "Goddamn," and Chad's voice hitches against his ear, and Jared is unable to even hold his body weight up. "Mmph," is about all he can get out. "Was it..." Chad's rubbing his back with slick hands. Jared can feel where they're sticking together with Jared's come. "What was it like?" "Mmmmph." "Wow," and as soon as Jared can move, he's totally going to show Chad exactly how wow that had felt. The rec room carpet is rough against his knees and elbows when he gets himself together a little, enough to bump, slip, glide his wet mouth against Chad's. Chad slides his cock against Jared's belly, sticky mess between them smearing more, and licks out his tongue, eager, ready. Jared has no idea what's he's doing at all. But that's never stopped him from anything, from driving his Pawpaw's tractor to planting his mother's elephant ears upside down to popping Tiffany's cherry – Jared's a hands-on kinda guy. He flops over and snatches the lotion out of Chad's hand and squirts out a huge mess of it all over his right first two fingers. Chad watches, blue, blue eyes tracking his movements, then flicking up to Jared's face. "'K?" Jared asks as he presses his face into the side of Chad's neck and licks. He can't meet Chad's eyes for this, can't do the whole I'm paying attention eye to eye contact thing, because he's not softening up at all. Just the thought of touching Chad like this, of Chad letting him, is, oh fuck, really just too much. Chad just spreads his legs further and lets out a long sighing breath. Jared's fingers work the skin behind Chad's balls and down, sliding, sliding and Chad gets a hand in Jared's hair pulling his face up. It's Chad's tongue that greets Jared, his tongue on his mouth, in his mouth, shoving at him. Jared surges up into it as his finger hits the weird little crinkly spot and sinks in a tiny bit. Chad tenses, but keeps fucking Jared's face with his tongue. "Fuck," Chad bites out, and Jared drops his head, exhaling heavily as he watches his finger slowly moving in and out from between Chad's asscheeks, knuckle deep, then out to the tip, then back again, the rhythm mesmerizing. Chad squirms beneath him, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, and Jared wants nothing more than to lick him from head to toe. "How..." He bites his lip, tries again, finger working in and out of Chad's ass. "How'm I doing?" "Fuck..." The veins in Chad's neck are almost ready to pop out. "Fuck...J..." It's the sweetest sound Jared's ever heard. Jared presses into Chad's side and bites at his collarbone. He wants this so so bad, and he's scared to death Chad's going to freak out and Jared's gonna get skint up and left hanging here, because this is sort of fucked up. Ok, really fucked up, because Chad's grunting shouldn't make Jared's cock twitch, and the feel of his ass around his fingers shouldn't make Jared hotter to fuck than he's ever been in his life – even before he'd ever had sex and was gagging for it. "Do you, uh, want to...?" Chad moans when Jared leans down and licks at the head of his cock. "J, do you wanna...?" And Jared squirts the lotion straight onto his dick, whip fast, just there, between Chad's legs, because he cannot let Chad think about this. At all. Jared has to have this or he might die. Just explode into dust and ashes. Chad nods, the motion jerky, something raw and a little crazy shining in his eyes as he lifts slender hips. "Do it," he whispers, voice slither soft and rippling. "Do it. I want..." He doesn't have to finish. Jared thinks he might just come before he even gets inside - it's like he hasn't even come at all, maybe ever. He braces his hands on either of Chad's thighs, feels the trembling muscles that match the trembling inside him and slowly inches his way forward until the tip of his cock is right against Chad's ass. He suddenly can't remember how the hell he'd done this when he'd popped Tiffany's cherry, and this is way more important than that had been. This is Chad. "You'll..." He slides in a fraction of an inch, reciting every algebraic equation he knows, every AP History date he can remember. "You'll let me know..." "Yeah." Chad's eyes are squeezed shut as he wiggles his hips again, and Jared's cock slides in a bit more. "Fuck..." Chad explodes on a huff of breath, and Jared has no idea if that's a good thing or not. Chad curls up a little and his hands fly up to grab Jared's hips to stop him. "Uh," his face is pained, and Jared's about to explode. Completely fall apart. He's barely even inside and the muscle contracts around the head of his cock almost painfully, ok, maybe definitely painfully, and even though Chad's trying to stop him, he has to push in enough to relieve that a little. "Dude, it hurts me, too, uh," and Jared knows he's an asshole because he pushes in just enough to get the head fully inside Chad in order to get a little relief. Chad makes a cross between the pained face and his gonna beat your ass face, but he lets out a long breath. Jared leans down and licks at his mouth, trying to distract himself from the urgent need to pushpushpush, to get some kind of something more than this. "Hurts," Chad grunts against his mouth. "How come it's me anyway?" He groans and laughs a little, and Jared gets laughing, too. "Cause you volunteered," and, just like that, they're looking at each other, grinning like idiots the way they always do, the two of them against the world. Chad relaxes enough that Jared thinks he might be able to get some kind of friction going, and he starts rocking his hips, smiling into the next kiss, murmuring crazy insane shit - it's okay, it's okay, baby, you're so hot - and it'd be embarrassing if he wasn't so hard and didn't want this so bad and Chad wasn't just breathing with him and going along with it. The heat's already un-fucking-bearable. There's no way that Jared'll survive his entire dick up in there (not that it'll stop him from trying, of course). "So tight," he clenches out, then sucks hard on Chad's tongue as he all but collapses on top of Chad, pushing in a lot more than he'd wanted. "FUCK!" Chad yelps, shoving hard on Jared's shoulders, but he couldn't really get away even if he tried. "J..." "Shhh, shhh," Jared murmurs, because he does really feel bad (even though his cock is insistently saying otherwise and urging him to move, goddammit). "It's alright...it's alright." He's about to try again when a voice hollers out "Come on, Dad! I didn't break that!" and they both freeze completely. Jared's skin flashes hot and suddenly cold, and that's terror right there. Total fucking terror. Chad squeezes around him, and that hurts again, almost, but something in his brain is broken because he comes. Chad glares and tries to squirm away, but Jared's heavy and locked in an adrenaline-induced orgasm that doesn't seem to be ending, and the more Chad moves, the more Jared just keeps coming. "Dude, fuck," Chad bucks with his hips and Jared all but blacks out. That gives Chad the upper hand, and he flips Jared off and scrambles for his clothes, rolling his eyes and glowering. "Seriously. You're fucking dead." Jared's eyes blink shut when Chad uses Jared's shirt to wipe his ass off. "Man, I'm sor --" And that's about all Jared manages to get out before he collapses in a fit of laughter, curling into a fetal position to try to contain the shudders. "Fuck you," he hears Chad snap, and he only laughs harder, louder, the sound filling up the room and his head. This is for real the funniest thing ever. Chad kicks at him, a glancing blow that lands across his ribs, and flops on the sagging, worn sofa, jeans on, but unbuttoned, still shirtless, glaring at him from beneath impressively drawn together brows. Jared's seen that look too many times over the years to give it any real concern, though - if Chad was truly pissed, he'd have left or barreled into Jared to kick his ass. Jared calls that Chad's Burt face. "Shhhhhhhh," Chad hisses. "Dude, for real, be quiet." He kicks at Jared's pants. "Put your clothes on, man." Jared can barely move, but he manages to get his jeans on while lying on his back and wiggling around a lot. He's a total mess, and it's tipping towards gross, but he doesn't give a shit at all. Chad keeps making a totally pissy face at him, all hunched up on himself and telegraphing that something's wrong. Jared hopes to god it's not the first part of some kind of episode. Jared couldn't take Chad freaking out him. Even a little. "Hey," he crawls over to the couch on his knees. "What?" Chad just looks at him. He leans over on his hip a little, bracing himself on the arm of the couch. "What?" Jared whispers. "I'll be quiet, ok, stop being so sketchy." Jared licks his lips and bites at his bottom one a little, ready to crack a joke, when Chad blushes hard for no reason. Except there is a reason, Jared knows. He leans in and brushes his mouth against Chad's. "Not done yet?" There's a split second that drags into infinity where Jared thinks he's gotten it totally wrong, and, the next, Chad's sliding off the couch and onto his lap, latching onto his mouth and sucking hard on his tongue. Huh, guess that answers that, but that's about as far as Jared gets in the thought process before sheer instinct takes over and he's fumbling between them and wrapping his hand around Chad's very hard cock. It only takes about three strokes, if even that, before Chad comes, the sound muffled on Jared's shoulder as he bites down, but Jared doesn't mind. He figures Chad owes him, at least a little, probably more than that. His hand is sticky and messy with come and lotion, which about matches the rest of him. "Yeah?" Jared says, not quite asking, nuzzling the spot where Chad's ear meets his jaw. Chad just nods again and sort of flops all boneless over Jared like he's gone to sleep, even though Jared knows better. But he doesn't mind the weight - he just shifts a little so his legs aren't losing too much blood circulation. "Does it hurt?" he asks, after about a minute of the two of them just breathing. "Burns. Like rug burn inside my ass." Chad says in a totally straight way, and Jared almost laughs, but manages not to. He shuffles Chad back so his jeans are as low on his hips as he can get them without the pants coming off, and he slides his wet, sticky hand down to touch Chad all over. Just rub at his balls and behind. Jared knows there will never be enough of this, that he'll never want to stop touching Chad in progressively dirtier ways. He wants everything that Chad will give him, wants it more when Chad rolls his face into his neck and just starts sucking and kissing open-mouthed, pulling up a hickey for sure. It's permission and what seems a natural progression in their unspoken way of communicating. Jared's fingers slide against the skin right before Chad's ass starts and Chad sucks harder on Jared's neck. Jared slides his fingers down and towards that place Jared wants to live inside, and Chad grips Jared's hair and yanks his head to the side so he can bite, over and over, softer and harder. Jared thinks if there's a way to die from too much sex, they're about to discover it.
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