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Change is the Only Constant (RPS HS AU)
Title: Change is the Only Constant
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~9700
Warning: Possible underage. While numbers are never explicitly stated in this fic, all three characters are high school seniors.
Summary: Jensen's life, with his one friend and slew of Quiz Bowl trophies, is not what most would call exciting but it's very organized. Then Jared moves to town, Danneel finally notices him and everything he thinks he knows starts to change. Jensen's never been good with change.
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dev_earl, written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnthreesome. I hope you enjoy this one half as much as I loved the brain-melting hotness you wrote for me.
Also, thanks totransfixeddream for the beta. I know you've had other stuff on your mind this week. Thank you so much for taking the time to do this for me anyway. (The piece of my soul that Matt Bomer does not own now belongs to you.)
And thanks tomaichan808, for finding the typos I added after Travis looked it over. I don't know what I would do without your awesome skills of nitpickery.
There's this empty, unused choir room on the third floor at Madison Consolidated High School where the sun filters through the unwashed windows around noon every day, bathing the room in this eerie, almost ethereal, glow. Hardly anybody knows about it or, if they do, they're not talking about it. Years ago, before the economy in this town went belly up and people started high-tailing it out in search of jobs and security, the third floor housed the art department. Now there are barely enough students here to warrant using two floors, so the third has been vacant for awhile. They sealed it off a few years back, but there's still one door at the end of the freshman hallway that's always unlocked.
Five months ago, Jensen didn't know about any of this. There were a lot of things he didn't know when he stepped through the door on the first day of his senior year.
Voices echo in the room as he pulls the door open, checking over his shoulder to make sure he hasn't been followed. Why anyone would bother following him isn't something he stops to consider. He pushes his glasses up on his nose as he approaches the couple sitting in the window sill.
“Please tell me it's warmer over there,” Jensen announces his arrival by crowding in between Danneel and Jared, sighing when the sun hits the side of his face. It never gets really cold here, but late fall and winter are still chilly. Since this floor is sealed off, there's no heat unless they make it themselves.
Danneel shifts a little bit and steals Jensen's apple from his hand, taking a big bite and smiling before handing it back. “Thanks.”
He wants to object, to tell her that it's impolite to steal someone's food from their hand like that, but it's Danneel so she gets a free pass. She's gotten free passes since her family moved in down the street from his when they were six, if he's being honest. His mother made him deliver cookies to welcome the Harrises to the neighborhood, and she took them with a smile before she slammed the door in his face. That's the moment he fell in love with her.
At his other side, Jared is grinning like a maniac for no actual reason. At the beginning of the year, when he transferred in and took the locker next to Jensen's, the smiling kind of freaked him out a little bit. Jensen is fairly quiet, keeps to himself as much as possible – he finds it easier to avoid being picked on that way – so having this skinny beanpole of a goth kid staring at him with these black-lined eyes, smile so big it lights up his whole face, was kind of scary at first. The dark clothes, dog collar, and huge combat boots aren't nearly as intimidating as that knowing, amused smile can be.
“What'd I miss?” He's almost afraid to ask, given his friends' propensity for finding the most ridiculous ways to spend their weekends, but he wants to be a part of the conversation. He never really cared about being a part of anything until this trio haphazardly fell together at the beginning of the school year.
“Jared was just about to tell me about the guy he met on the Circle this weekend,” Danneel explains, stealing Jensen's lunch bag to rifle through it. She finds the Pringles he packed for her immediately and withdraws them with a triumphant 'whoop.'
With a roll of his eyes, Jared thumps his head against the window. “You make it sound like we had some deep, soulful connection. It was just sex, man.”
“When is it anything more than “just sex” with you?” Jensen huffs as he tosses a package of fruit snacks to Jared. There was a time when he used to pack his lunch for himself, but neither Jared nor Danneel seems to know how to do that. Keeping them fed has become his number one job during these meetings.
Jared wastes no time in tearing the bag open and throwing three of the snacks into his mouth before he points. “When it's one of you,” he nods, swallowing without doing much chewing.
If Jensen weren't so thrown by the statement, he might give Jared the choking-hazard lecture again. Instead, he studies his shoes and finds the dirt on the floor far more worthy of his focus. When Danneel chuckles and rubs his shoulder, Jensen stiffens. He's probably supposed to find that touch relaxing, but he's always been a little bit awkward when it comes to talking about this.
“You hear that, Jensen?” she says, voice dropping low and conspiratorial, “Jared likes us.”
Afraid he'll just sound like more of a dork if he admits how happy that makes him, Jensen shrugs and raises his hand to the side of his glasses, adjusting them instead of answering. It's hard for him to wrap his head around how much things have changed – Danneel's arm around his shoulder while Jared tucks a foot in behind Jensen's ankle – and sometimes he thinks he'll never really understand what's going on between them.
“Why do you do it with other people then?” he asks, voice timid in the echo of the room.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Jensen closes his eyes and wills them back in. What kind of idiot risks the arrangement they all have on a question as dumb as that?
Danneel's fingernails feel good against his scalp and he can't help leaning his cheek against her forehead when she scoots a little closer. It's still weird, being the guy that sometimes sleeps with the school's star volleyball player, but Jensen takes comfort in the warmth of her presence at his side.
“Honestly?” Jared watches them for a second before standing from the window and stretching his arms over his head. His tee shirt rides up just far enough to show the cut of his hip bone and Jensen quells the urge to reach out and touch it. He's had Jared's cock in his mouth, but touching him like that feels too intimate in front of Danneel. “It's easier.”
Jensen wishes he could stop himself from asking, “Easier than what?” but it tumbles out anyway.
“Trying to figure out what this is,” Danneel answers for Jared.
Though she sounds almost sad at the statement, Jensen finds it more than a little funny. “Well, you're the one who has spent the better part of this year telling me to stop trying to do that. You said sexuality is just another ridiculous label and that I should do what feels good instead of worrying about how it all fits or works out.”
From the day he showed up, Jared has been challenging the way Jensen looks at everything, the way he obsesses over categorizing things and planning them. He is the one who always says that Jensen should stop trying to decide who he likes more and just enjoy the way it feels to be with each of them.
Jensen's friend, Aldis, used to say that Jensen wasn't into guys or girls. He used to call him 'Danneel-sexual' because nobody else could catch his attention or hold his interest. When Jared started flirting with him, Jensen was shocked to find that he liked it. He couldn't exactly forget his epic love for Danneel, but it was – still is – hard to think about anything else when he's making out with Jared on the couch in his family room.
Jared smiles, a little crooked but no less bright than always, his foot running up the back of Jensen's leg. “That's kind of the point, Jensen. If I stop and think about it, try to analyze it or whatever, everything gets all complicated.”
“I gotta go,” Danneel announces, sliding out of the window sill to run her hands over the back of her jeans. “We still hangin' out tonight?”
Jensen blinks when he realizes she's talking to him, nodding even though he feels a little numb inside. Danneel kisses him and then Jared before she bounces off, her ponytail bobbing as she goes. Sometimes he has a hard time believing that she's into him at all.
There was a time when pining after Danneel was Jensen's only extracurricular activity. Well, that and Quiz Bowl, which probably explains why he's never had more of a social life. There are a lot of reasons that he's glad Jared moved into town this year, but one of them is definitely that his habit of pinning Jensen to walls and kissing him stupid at parties is what drew Danneel's attention to their existence in the first place.
He's lost in thought about how things have changed when he feels Jared's lips against his neck. He jumps a little at first – it's still a little shocking when either of them kisses him in public - but he relaxes into it when he remembers that this is Jared. There's nobody that makes him feel as exciting, maybe even a little dangerous, like Jared.
“We should hang out tonight,” Jared murmurs against his ear.
Jensen is fairly certain that he heard Danneel confirm their plans for tonight. She wasn't quiet or anything. “I'm hanging out with Danneel tonight. That usually means that we're going to have some kind of sex,” he clarifies when Jared just mumbles some kind of affirmation against Jensen's neck. “What? You wanna come over and watch us?”
With that growl that means Jared's about to start biting at Jensen's shoulder or collarbone, he just grabs Jensen's chin his hand and turns his face to kiss him quickly. “We talked about it before you got up here, but it's up to you, Jensen.
“Wait, what?” Jensen has done a lot of things with both Jared and Danneel that he never thought he would do, but it's always been separate. They hang out together, but everyone pretty much keeps their hands to themselves. “We don't do that.”
Jared gives him that soft look that says he's finding Jensen really adorable at the moment. Of all the things he wants Jared to think about him, you are so adorable is not one of them. “We could,” Jared shrugs, sliding out of his seat in the window and wiping the dust away from the seat of his black jeans. “Up to you, man.” He presses another kiss to the side of Jensen's head before taking off for his next class.
Alone in the cold, musty music room, Jensen's brain is reeling at this new development. It's probably weird that he's never thought about it before, but there are plenty of things he didn't think about before Jared. Of course, those things have all turned out pretty well.
This one, though, could end terribly, with none of them ever speaking to each other again, sliding back to their respective cliques as though they never knew each other at all. Jared will start hanging out by himself, being all dark and scary like the goth kids are supposed to be. Danneel will go back to hanging out with all of her other jock friends like the athlete she is. Jensen will stop blowing off Quiz Bowl like the dorky guy that he's fooled himself into believing he's not.
*
When Jensen was seven, his mother sat him down for the talk. “Jensen,” she said, “life is complicated; it moves quickly and, before you know it, you'll be a grown man. If you don't keep everything in a tidy order, your entire life will have passed you by in a flurry of unorganized chaos and you will find yourself working in a fast food joint and getting high with your stoner friends in my basement, wasting your entire life.” She then handed him a day planner and told him to get started.
Jensen wasn't sure what he was supposed to be planning or what a stoner was back then. Judging from the look on his mother's face, though, he knew he most certainly did not want to be one. So he started writing – in the neatest possible letters he could form in second grade – everything that he was going to do the following day. By the end of the night, he had the entire month filled in, though it mostly consisted of go to school and eat cookies.
Eventually, the day planner gave way to the Palm Pilot and then the Blackberry, but Jensen is never without some sort of schedule, agenda, or plan. This is why he is now on the internet, watching live streaming video of a threesome that he keeps pausing and screen capping for future reference. Jared said they should all hang out and see what happens. Jensen doesn't do well on the fly, so he's going to be prepared, even if it mortifies and humiliates him to do so. “Study and preparation alleviate anxiety,” his mother always says.
Normally, Jensen thinks his mom is pretty smart, but on this, she couldn't be more wrong. The more videos he watches, the more sure he becomes that he is going to have a panic attack and pass out at the desk, only to be found when his father comes home from work, string of dirty words pouring out of the computer speakers as some guy with an enormous dick pounds into a girl with enormous breasts while another guy with an equally enormous dick tells them just how to do it.
The problem isn't the mechanics. Danneel and Jared have taught him things. They're both really patient with him when he doesn't get it or needs further explanation. He's just always assumed that they have better sex with each other, being as they both know what they're doing and don't have to stop every few minutes to repeat instructions. Knowing it and being there to see just how much he does not fit in with them, however, are two very different things.
Jared always tells him that blending in is boring. He wears nail polish and eyeliner and rings that should weigh his hands down to his sides, with these ridiculously huge boots that probably came from KISS's garage sale. Also, he's about fourteen feet tall without the shoes, so he's clearly not trying to hide in the crowd. Being different is his choice. Jensen never asked to be a geek, and he didn't choose to be a virgin when he slept with Danneel for the first time. If he got to make the call for himself, he would be better at this. All of it.
Instead, he freaks out and decides that he's not going to Danneel's tonight. His room is getting kind of cluttered since he hasn't been spending much time at home to clean it lately, so he figures that's a better way to spend his time. Jared and Danneel are both free; they can hang out and have awesome sex that Jensen doesn't have to think about while he's organizing his closet by color and season. His books are getting a little out of order, too. He can not think about them laughing at his cowardice behind his back while he alphabetizes those by genre later.
He's got a mountain of spring and summer yellows and greens on his bed when there is a soft knock at his door. “You standin' me up, Ackles?”
Danneel is in the doorway, hair falling over her shoulders, in a mini-skirt and sneakers. This would be so much easier if she wasn't so damn hot. “Uh, no,” he lies. Jensen is a terrible liar.
With a chuckle, she steps into the room and glances around, hands tucked into the pockets of her skirt. “Your mom let me in on her way out. Said she and your dad wouldn't be back until one or two.” Her eyebrow raises but Jensen just nods and turns back to the closet. “So that means we're alone for, like, a long time.”
“I'm kind of busy,” he says, sounding far more abrupt than he intends to in his quest to make her go away.
Stepping right in behind him, she wraps her arms around his waist and rests her chin on his shoulder. “I can see that,” she whispers, turning to press a kiss to his neck. “Closet organizing is very serious business.”
On any other day, Danneel's mocking would be cute and he would hear the affection in it. Today, he just stiffens a little at the barb and hangs another shirt on the bar. “It needs to be done,” he tells her, trying to keep his voice even as she licks behind his ear. “I don't think Jared's doing anything tonight. You should probably go hang out with him.”
This time, Danneel pulls away and takes a step back. Her absence is colder than it should be, considering the short amount of time she was pressed against him. “Did I do something to piss you off, Jensen? Are you mad at me?”
He feels bad instantly. If there's anything he doesn't want to do, it's hurt Danneel's feelings. “No,” he shakes his head, finally turning around to face her. “I just,” he sighs and walks around her to grab another shirt. “Jared told me what you guys were talking about earlier.” He prays that she knows what he's referring to and doesn't ask him to elaborate. The floor might actually swallow him whole if he has to say it out loud.
Fortunately, Danneel drops her gaze to the floor and crosses one ankle over the other. “Oh,” she says in a voice so small, it's almost a whisper. “Jensen, we were just talking. If you're not comfortable with it or whatever, we don't have to.”
If he didn't know better, he would think that Danneel is embarrassed, which is ridiculous because Danneel knows more about this stuff than he does. She's what his grandmother used to call “worldly.” Even though he's nearly paralyzed at the idea of it, she's supposed to be all for it. “I barely know how to do it with one of you at a time,” he offers in his own defense, stopping just short of admitting he's afraid.
She's blushing when she looks up and catches his eye. “You know how to do it with me,” she says, taking a step forward and grabbing his hands. She guides them to her waist and then loops her arms around his neck. “If it makes you feel any better, I've never done it, either.”
He stops just short of telling her that he doesn't believe her. Even in his head, that sounds like he's calling Danneel some kind of slut or something. He may not be the most socially refined individual on the planet, but Jensen does know that implying his girlfriend likes to sleep around isn't the smartest move in the world.
Instead of words, he tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her into a hug. It's not the most seductive thing ever, but her hair smells good and her body feels amazing pressed up against him. If this is all they do tonight, Jensen is okay with that.
Another knock at the door interrupts the moment, though. “Bad time?” Jared is smiling, like always, and he doesn't bother waiting for an invitation before entering the room. It's probably stupid that Jensen thinks this dispels the rumor going around school that Jared is secretly a vampire.
Danneel doesn't look at Jared, turning her eyes up to Jensen's face without letting go of his neck. “We don't have to do anything,” she assures him, kissing his chin. “Let's just watch some television and if it doesn't go there, it's fine.”
Jared is already sprawled across most of the bed, eyes drifting around Jensen's bedroom like he hasn't been here a thousand times. It almost looks like he's a little out of his element, which is weird because they've all watched television together a hundred times. “You okay?” he asks, climbing onto the bed and settling in next to Jared before he holds his arm out to invite Danneel to join them.
Casting a quick glance at Jensen, Jared nods sharply and then immediately turns his eyes back to the blank screen. “Yeah, I'm fine,” he says, distractedly fumbling for the remote on Jensen's bedside table.
“You sure?” Danneel asks, leaning forward to see him around Jensen. She reaches an arm over to touch his hand and Jared jerks like he's been shocked. “You don't seem so fine.”
Jensen isn't the most self-aware person on the planet – Jared had to explain to him that the girls who ask for help with their homework do not actually care about AP Physics, and instead just want to flirt with the hot science nerd in their fourth period class – and he's even less aware of other people most of the time. He's not entirely sure that he knows what Jared's deal is right now, but he has an idea of what it might be.
“We're just watching television,” he says, resting his shoulder against Jared's with a hand on his thigh. “So if you've never had a threesome before and you're freaking out about it, stop. You're in good company.” He motions between himself and Danneel with a thumb and then offers Jared a small smile. “If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. It's whatever.”
Eyebrow shooting up, Jared slowly looks between the two of them and then settles his gaze back on Jensen. “Who are you and what have you done with my anal retentive, 'everything must be in its particular place' boyfriend?”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen relaxes against the headboard and laces his fingers through Jared's while tightening his arm around Danneel. “I'm freaking out on the inside,” he answers, laughing a little when they do.
Jared squeezes Jensen's hand and holds his gaze like he's trying to decide if Jensen's telling him the truth. Finally, he smiles easier, more normal, and says, “Alright. What are we watching?”
*
Even though they've all kind of been dating each other for the better part of the school year, Jensen, Jared and Danneel have never done much hanging out as a group. They have lunch in the old choir room, but that's the extent of their contact at school. Well, sometimes Jensen will walk with Jared to Speech practice, but that's mostly because it's on his way to the parking lot. It's not even that they're embarrassed to be seen with each other; they just don't take the same classes or hang out in the same circles.
Since that night in Jensen's bedroom, though, they've been spending a lot more time together. Sometimes they stay in; other times, they head to the park or grab dinner somewhere in town. Jensen finds it a little unsettling at first – changes to his routine always throw him off – but he's starting to get used to having them both around all of the time. In fact, he's kind of starting to like it.
“Jared's not coming,” Danneel announces when she runs out to Jensen's car one Friday night in late February. “He said he sent you a text but you didn't respond.”
He always puts his phone on silent when he does his homework, but when he digs it out of his pocket, there are three missed calls and two texts from Jared awaiting him. “Does he have other plans?” He never brings it up but he likes when Jared is with them because then he knows he's not downtown, hanging out with other guys that Jensen hates on principle alone.
With a shake of her ponytail, Danneel rests a hand on Jensen's knee and leans over to steal a quick kiss. “Just said he was stayin' home tonight.”
“You think he's tired of us?” He doesn't mean to sound so worried, but he knows from past experience that he can be kind of taxing to some people's patience.
Danneel just squeezes his leg and then leans back in her seat. “Honestly? I think he's worse about being thrown off track than you are.” Jensen snorts as he backs out of the driveway, carefully checking the mirrors and over his shoulder to make sure that they're not going to get broadsided. “Seriously, Jensen, you think you're so different from us, but you're really not. All of us are afraid of something, ya know?”
As he pulls up to the stop sign at the end of the street, Jensen considers Danneel's words. She's right, of course, that he thinks he's different from Jared and Danneel. He is different from them. “That doesn't make any sense,” he informs her. Why would they keep telling him to loosen up and let things be how they are if they're just as afraid as he is?
“You like things to be neat and predictable, and Jared likes them to be wildly spontaneous. For you, it's scary when things don't fit into boxes that you can slap a label onto and slide in next to all of the other tidy boxes. For Jared, it's just as scary when things start fitting into those pre-labeled boxes. He's as lost about what to do with his feelings as you are, just in a different way.”
Well, when she puts it like that.
Jensen hooks a left at the next light even though he was supposed to go right. Months ago, Jared told Jensen that he wasn't going to force him to do anything, but he also wasn't going to let Jensen miss out on something he might really enjoy because he was scared. Jensen will be damned if he's going to let Jared get away with the same thing.
“What about you?” he asks when it becomes clear where they're going. “What are you afraid of?
“You're kidding, right?” Jensen shakes his head and Danneel moves her hands into her own lap. “I don't know if you've noticed – knowing you, probably not – but everyone at school knows that I'm dating you and Jared. At the same time, Jensen.” She turns her face toward the window. “Maybe that's all progressive or whatever in the real world, but at school, it just makes me a giant slut.”
Jensen instinctively reaches for her hand, wanting nothing more than to assure her that he knows she's not like that. The idea of anyone thinking anything negative about Danneel makes him a little crazy inside. He's just not sure how to tell her that without sounding creepy.
She smiles when she turns back to see him watching her out of the corner of his eye. “Most of the time, I don't worry about what other people say or think. You know that. I love both of you guys and I don't really care who knows that. But what if you guys decide that you don't want me anymore? What if you figure out that you just want to be together and I'm left with a skank reputation and a broken heart?”
He wants to assure her that it's not going to happen, but he's kind of hung up on something else. “You love us?” Danneel smacks his shoulder. “Do I really have to address the other thing? I mean, you agreeing to date me – let alone have sex with me – is pretty much the only thing I've ever wanted most of my life. And Jared is crazy about you, too. You think we're gonna get bored with you? Have you seen your boobs?” She looks like she's going to slap him again, but Jensen catches her hand in his, laughing. “Seriously, how could anyone not want you?” He's not trying to suck up; he genuinely can't wrap his head around the idea of not wanting Danneel in his life.
Danneel waits for him to park the car in front of Jared's house before she leans over the console and kisses him, a sweet, soft press of warm lips that sends a shot of heat down Jensen's spine. “The fact that you have to honestly ask that question?” She kisses the side of his neck before sitting back in her seat and staring straight into his eyes. “That's why I love you, Jensen.”
Jared mom answers the door with an exasperated expression on her face. “Jared's grounded,” she informs them. “Until he can clean that cesspool he calls a bedroom, he's not going anywhere tonight, kids. I'm sorry.”
Jensen was all for making Jared come out and play when he thought Jared was just hiding. If he's actually in trouble, there's nothing he can do about that. “We'll just talk to him at school then,” he nods, smile awkward on his lips as he turns to go.
Grabbing his arm, Danneel fixes those wide eyes on Jared's mom. It's all Jensen can do not to laugh at her. He's a sucker for those doe eyes, but Jared's mom isn't going to fall for them – she's an adult! “Mrs. P, would it be okay if we helped Jared with his room? Maybe he'd be a little more motivated that way?”
She eyes them both so curiously that Jensen is pretty sure she knows exactly what's going on between the three of them. Danneel's parents are never around and Jensen's are so happy that he has friends, they don't ask questions. Jared's mom is the only one who really seems to pay attention to her kid, and Jensen is sure that she's starting to put the pieces together.
After what feels like an eternity, she steps back and holds the door open. “Lord knows nothing else has worked – go on up and see what you can do.” Danneel thanks her with a smile and Jensen offers a nervous wave as they pass, hoping that he doesn't look too shifty or suspicious. In reality, that probably makes him look more shifty and suspicious, but he has the luxury of being a pretty awkward guy by nature, so maybe she doesn't notice.
They're half way up the stairs when Jared's mom calls after them. “Kids?” They both stop and turn slowly. “His curfew is midnight on weekends, so you'll be out of here by then, yes?”
Refusing to look at Danneel, Jensen nods and then turns when he feels her hand wrap around his wrist and drag him up the stairs. He's thankful, really, that she's so much better at talking to parents than he is.
There's no sound coming from Jared's room and no answer when Danneel knocks on the door. “Maybe he snuck out,” Jensen suggests, shrugging when Danneel rolls her eyes at him. “What? It's not unheard of!”
“You think he snuck his gigantic, clumsy as fuck frame out the second floor window and what? Shimmied down a drain pipe?” Sometimes Jensen is sure that Danneel thinks he's the dumbest person who ever breathed air. The fact that she's still sleeping with him is the only thing that keeps him from feeling bad about it.
Jared has not, in fact, left the building. When they push his door open, he's stretched out on his bed, end to end on a diagonal, tapping his thumbs against his chest in a rhythm to whatever he's listening to on his iPod. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. If Jensen had a choice, he would stand here and just watch for awhile because Jared doesn't sit still often and he's really pretty attractive when like this. It doesn't hurt that he's shirtless, too.
Danneel, it seems, does not enjoy the aesthetic as much. Or maybe she does, because she doesn't even bother stopping before pouncing on Jared's bed, scaring the hell out of him and then laughing while she swings one leg over to straddle his waist. He flails a little and then steadies himself with his hands on her hips; Jensen can see his fingers squeezing the denim of her little skirt and has to fight a bout of jealousy. He's just not sure which one he's jealous of at the moment.
“What are you doing here?” Jared is laughing when he lifts his head. He sees Jensen, still lurking in the doorway, and stretches his arm in an invitation. “Get in here, you.”
Thankfully, Danneel has climbed off of Jared and smoothed her skirt over her hips when Jared's mom appears in the doorway. “I'm heading out. This room,” she holds Jared's eye and motions with her finger around the room, “better be spotless when I get home. Understood?”
Jared nods and waits until his mom leaves to pull Danneel back into his lap. “She has book club on Friday nights. She'll be gone for awhile.”
It's a good thing, Jensen thinks, because Jared's room is a pig sty. Clothing strewn everywhere, books and sketch pads in piles, dishes that look like they're starting to grow hair – it's an organizational nightmare. “Well, I'm not sure we can finish by midnight, but we can get it started for you in that time.” He heaves a sigh and drops to his knees beside Jared's bed, sorting socks from underwear. “Do you do your own laundry, or should I put it somewhere for your mom?”
When he looks up, Danneel is perched on Jared's thigh and they're both looking at him like he's speaking a language they can't understand. “Jensen,” Jared smiles, holding out the hand that was keeping Danneel close to his chest, “Come on, man. We're not wasting three hours alone in the house on cleaning my damn room.” He shakes his head, affection in his eyes, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Your mom expects there to be progress when she gets back and, to be honest, you need the extra hands. I don't know how you find anything in here. Or how you don't kill yourself walking across the room.” They're still staring at him when he stops and sighs. “What? I like order.”
With a roll of her eyes, Danneel throws an arm around Jared's neck and rests her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, well, I like making out.” She turns her face to Jared and catches his lips in a slow kiss that sounds too loud in the silence of the otherwise empty house.
Jensen knows that this is not the first time they've done this, but it doesn't make hearing it any easier. He keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand – unearthing Jared's floor – but his brain is far more interested in the giggles and moans and smacking lips on the bed. Of course, no concentration technique can help him when Jared gasps suddenly and Danneel's chuckle comes out muffled, like it does when she presses her face into the bend of Jensen's neck.
“That's good?” Danneel asks. Jensen can't see her face, but he knows her smile too well not to hear it in her voice.
Jared gasps again, the bed springs squeak a little as they move, and then he says, “Be better if Jensen would get off the floor and join the party.” His hand swings down, smacking Jensen in the ear. “C'mon, Jensen.”
They should be cleaning Jared's room. His mom excepts them to clean the room before she gets home. Jensen knows it, but he looks up long enough to see that Danneel is sucking at Jared's collarbone, her hand working the button on his jeans, and he moves to sit beside them without really thinking about it.
Jared throws his head back to allow her more room and then turns toward Jensen, lifting one hand from Danneel's hip to wrap it around the back of Jensen's neck. Whispering a groan into Jensen's lips, Jared kisses him like he's trying to get something started and Jensen would object – he hasn't had time to plan for this – but it's happening really fast and Jared is a really fantastic kisser. His tongue slides easily against Jensen's, in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm with his heavy breathing, teeth scraping before he sucks Jensen's bottom lip into his mouth and then releases it to start licking again.
When Danneel stops playing with Jared's pants long enough to rest her hand on Jensen's chest and grab the front of his shirt in a tight fist, it gets even better. Jared sucks a ragged breath when he pulls away, and Danneel takes his place, lips smaller and softer but no better or worse than Jared's. The hand Jensen was keeping in a fist against his thigh comes up to cradle the back of Danneel's head and he's so into kissing her that he barely feels Jared's big hand ghosting down his back until his fingers are teasing inside Jensen's waistband.
He needs to take a breath, to stop and think about what they're doing here, but he can't. There are lips on his neck and his throat, hands on his front and his back. Heavy breathing and soft moaning are coming from what seems like everywhere. It should shock Jensen into the present, remind him of how unprepared he is for this and how much it scares him, but he's so turned on at the rush of sensations that he can't remember his own name, let alone why it's a bad idea.
“Here, hold on,” Jared grunts, shifting a little under Danneel's weight to rest his head on Jensen's thigh. Danneel moves with him, still straddling his hips while her fingers move over his chest. “Alright, how do you wanna do this?” He rolls his hips forward a little and her eyes flutter half-closed. The flush in her cheeks is mesmerizing for Jensen, so much so that he doesn't notice he's started brushing his fingers through Jared's hair.
Danneel's eyes flit to Jensen, brow furrowed with the unspoken question. He shakes his head, mostly to slot his scattered thoughts back into place, and finds himself even more confused when Danneel starts to climb off of Jared's legs. “It's fine. We'll just,” she stops, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “We'll figure something out.”
Turning his face, Jared rests his cheek on Jensen's leg and looks up at him. His hand creeps up Jensen's thigh, index finger tracing over the hardening bulge in Jensen's jeans. “Doesn't feel like you're not into it,” he teases with a grin.
“I am,” Jensen defends, sighing when Jared and Danneel jump a little. “You guys can do whatever. I'm good.” He's not sure what's going to happen, but he's seen enough to know that Jared and Danneel look really good together. He'd like to see more.
“It's more fun if you join in,” Jared says, eyebrows raised like a hopeful little kid. “For all parties involved.”
With a sigh, Jensen tries to ignore the fact that Jared is now massaging his dick through his pants but, honestly, he's an eighteen-year-old guy with a hand on his dick. His upstairs and downstairs brains have not yet learned to share his attention span. “I don't know what to do.” It's not the sexiest thing to admit at a time like this, but he figures they should both know where he's coming from.
Danneel leans over, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. “None of us have done this before, Jensen,” she reminds him.
“Well, what are the rules? How is it supposed to go? Who's doing what?” In the short amount of time that they've been considering this option, Jensen has watched a few videos and checked out a couple of websites, but he hasn't had time to figure out the logistics yet. He's not ready for this; he hasn't researched nearly enough.
Chuckling, Jared hoists himself into a seated position and rests a hand on the back of Danneel's neck while he leans in to kiss Jensen. “Shut up,” he instructs and Jensen mimes sealing his lips until Jared laughs and kisses him again. “There are no rules, Jensen. We do whatever feels right for us, okay? We've figured everything else out on the fly. Why should this be any different?”
“We don't fuck,” he blurts to Danneel, who looks slightly taken aback. Jared barks a sharp laugh that makes Jensen feel about fourteen inches tall. “I mean, we do...There's other stuff,” he finishes, voice weak and trailing.
Without a word, she leans in and tangles her hand in Jensen's hair. The feeling of her fingernails on his scalp is enough to relax him a little and the feeling of her tongue slipping over his definitely helps, too. Jared keeps palming at his dick through his jeans, fingers firm just like Jensen likes it, so it doesn't take long for his inhibitions to start melting away again. They've always been good at making sure he forgets everything he doesn't know.
“Lay back,” Danneel whispers against his ear, pushing on his chest until he leans back against the headboard. His neck is at a weird angle and his legs are still folded, but Danneel's breathing hot, moist air against his throat and Jared is unzipping his pants so Jensen can't really be bothered to worry about it right now.
Danneel's hand is under the hem of his tee shirt, nails scraping his stomach and chest as she pulls it over his head and tosses it away. Jensen may never find it again in this mess, but this probably isn't the best time to mention that.
He rolls his hips when Jared taps his side, letting him pull his jeans and underwear down his legs. How he ended up the only naked one in the room, Jensen isn't sure. “This seem a little unbalanced to you?” he asks, voice puffing out uneven and shaky. Hopefully, he sounds more turned on than terrified.
Jared laughs and rolls off of the bed to quickly strip with no hesitation or inhibition. That's one of Jensen's favorite things about Jared – the fact that he's never been embarrassed about his body or what he likes to do with it. It makes him feel more confident by proxy or something. “Come on, Danni,” Jared encourages, finger twirling in a 'speed it along' motion.
She's never been all that shy, either, but tonight it seems to take Danneel longer than usual to unzip her hoodie and slide it over her slim shoulders. Jensen knows she won't take the little white sports bra off until one of them does it for her. For someone with a body so amazing, she's never been big on showing it off. She dresses for her own comfort most of the time and Jensen isn't entirely convinced that doesn't make her even sexier.
She pulls her purple, lacy panties off and tosses them to the side before straightening her skirt. “Jensen, can you kiss me again?” she asks, voice small and uncertain.
That's when it clicks for Jensen; it doesn't matter how many times she's done this with Jared, or with Jensen, she's doing this with both of them for the first time and she's nervous. He's the one she reaches out to when she needs to be assured because he adores her. When she needs to feel like she can do anything, she comes to him.
That probably shouldn't make him more okay with this, but knowing that they're on the same page, that they need each other, helps. He's terrified, heart pounding so hard in his chest he thinks it might break through, but Danneel needs him to be okay with it. One glance at the fleeting doubt in Jared's eyes tells him that they're all in this together.
Adjusting himself so that he's lying flat on the bed, he hooks a hand around Danneel's neck and pulls her down, nipping at her lower lip like he knows she likes it. Her hand presses low on his belly when she falls into the kiss, whimpering a little when Jensen's tongue pushes into her mouth.
He feels Jared's breath against his hip but he doesn't stop kissing Danneel to see what's going to happen next. It's probably better that way, because seeing Jared with that wicked grin on his face nearly sets Jensen off every time. He's too turned on right now; looking at Jared would end this before it ever really starts.
Danneel props herself up on her elbow, smiling down at him when their kiss breaks. “Thanks,” she whispers, palm stroking down his cheek.
Jensen wants to say something, but Jared's fist and mouth close over his cock and he jerks away from Danneel, head pressed into the pillow as his hips arch up. “Fuck,” he cries out.
When he looks down, Jared meets his expectations by pulling off with a wet pop and giving him that damn smile. “Don't mind me,” he says, moving just enough to brush his bottom lip under the head of Jensen's cock.
“That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.” Danneel says on a forced laugh of disbelief. She sits up a little, her fingers scratching through Jensen's hair. “God,” she adds on a breath, bending down to kiss Jensen's forehead. “Don't stop, Jared. Just...yeah, suck on the head first. He loves that.”
Jensen's not good with giving directions – always feels like Jared knows better than he does anyway – so maybe having Danneel here isn't so bad. She knows what Jared's capable of, and she knows what Jensen likes. He relaxes into the feeling of Jared's tongue on his dick and rests one hand on the back of Jared's head. Danneel takes his free hand and laces their fingers together, holding them against her thigh and rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.
It takes him a little while to realize that Jared is just playing with him, popping the head of his dick in and out of his mouth, licking over and under and barely sucking at all. “Dammit, Jared,” he groans when Jared's hand strokes the length of his cock in a fist so loose it's hardly a ghost of a touch. “Come on, man.”
Looking up, Jared meets Danneel's eye. “What do you think? Is he ready for more?”
Her chest is flushed and Jensen can feel the heat coming off of her thigh where his hand rests. “Let him show you,” she tells Jared. Jensen can't tell if the way she's pushing his hand under her skirt is intentional or not. “Show him how you want it, Jensen. Fuck his mouth for me.”
Thank fuck Jared is now squeezing the base of his cock or Jensen knows he would shoot all over the poor guy's face.
Instead, he buries his fingers into Jared's hair and holds his head steady. He barely moves his hips the first few times, trying to gauge how much of this Jared can take. It's not even close to the first time he's had his dick in this mouth, but it's definitely the first time Jensen is the one setting the pace.
Jared doesn't look like he minds, eyes rolling back and falling shut as he braces his hands on Jensen's thighs and rises up onto his knees. He pushes his head back into Jensen's hand, body arching and relaxing with each thrust of Jensen's cock between his lips. It feels dirty, like he's using Jared or something, but when Jared lets out a moan that vibrates all the way to Jensen's toes, he thinks maybe dirty isn't the worst thing in the world.
When Jared moves to touch his own dick, Danneel grabs his wrist. “Don't,” she whispers, forcing Jensen's hand even higher while she holds tight to Jared's. “I want that when you're done.”
She's so wet Jensen can feel the slick against the inside of her thigh. Combined with her words and the way Jared is slurping and writhing on his cock, it's too much. Jensen pulls on Jared's hair in warning and then presses his head back into the mattress when Jared pulls off. Danneel guides Jared's hand back to Jensen's dick, her fingers and his squeezing around the length to bring Jensen off.
He can't remember ever coming so hard he feels like he might die from it, but his heart is racing and his breath is short and sharp. The air burns in his lungs as he fights to compose himself, limbs numb and exhausted. There are white spots in his vision when he lifts his head and then lets it fall again. He's not sure anyone's supposed to have sex this good before college.
By the time Jensen regains some sense of control over his limbs, Jared is laying near his feet, long limbs hanging off the edge of the bed. Danneel is positioning herself over his hips, and all Jensen can do is watch when she throws her head back and guides Jared's cock inside her. He can't see under the skirt she's still wearing, but he's kind of glad for that. It makes focusing on their blissfully twisted faces so much easier.
Neither of them move much at first, hissing and grunting at the tight feeling of filling and being full. Jensen finds his way to his knees and closes the distance, pushing Danneel's hair over her shoulder to press his lips to the bend of her neck, licking at the salty taste of the sweat gathering there. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't visualized them together, but he's never had the best imagination and the reality is so much better.
There's a zipper on the front of her bra and Jensen slides it down, lets it fall open, without bothering to push it away. Using one hand to steady her back, he dips his head and pulls one of her hardening nipples between his teeth.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, hips pushing down onto Jared while her chest arches into Jensen's mouth.
Jensen pulls back to find Jared staring at him, awestruck expression on his face. “Jesus, Jensen,” he growls, closing his eyes to rock harder into Danneel.
She squeaks, arms flailing a little to keep her balance. Jensen shifts enough to press his shoulder to hers, dropping his hands to her hips. She falls forward, bracing herself on Jared's chest while Jensen kisses and sucks at her shoulder.
Talking during sex is not Jensen's thing. He's always worried enough about looking like he doesn't know what he's doing; he'd rather not open his mouth and confirm it. Right now, he actually has something to say, so he moves Danneel's hair away from her cheek and brushes his nose against her ear before he asks, “Does that feel good?”
She whimpers something incoherent, something that sounds like she liked Jensen's voice in her ear.
“Is it better than you thought it'd be, both of us touching you at the same time?” Sliding one hand from her hip and up her side, he sucks at the place behind her ear that always makes her crazy. “Does he feel as big as he looks?” He's not really sure if he's asking for her benefit or his own anymore. “Do you think, if I let you work me open first, do you think I could take Jared's cock, Danni?” He looks down to find Jared watching them and when he says, “Fuck, I wanna try it,” he means it.
“Oh, fuck you,” she sobs, jerking upright until her head falls heavy on Jensen's shoulder.
Jared thrusts hard, erratic, like he's not going to last much longer. Jensen doesn't so much think about what he's doing before he moves a hand to Danneel's clit and rolls his thumb over it, the way he always does when he needs to get her off before he loses it himself.
Her body goes rigid, most of her weight resting against Jensen when she comes, both of their names rolling off of her tongue in some twisted combination that makes no sense but sounds hotter than anything Jensen's ever heard.
Jared's right behind her, hips bucking up off the mattress so hard he would throw Danneel onto the floor if Jensen wasn't there to catch her.
By the time they've all cleaned up enough to get dressed again, Jensen just wants to collapse in Jared's bed and sleep for a couple of days. He's never been so exhausted after sex and he's never been so happy to be worn out in his life.
“Oh, no,” Jared teases, grabbing Jensen's ankle when he falls onto the bed. “No sleeping, Ackles. We've got a room to clean.”
Jensen pries one eye open to find Danneel staring around the room like she's trying to figure out where she is. “Seriously? We couldn't have done that first?”
Laughing, Jared steps closer to the bed and pulls him up by the hand. “Come on. It's not that bad.”
Jensen knows he's pouting, but Jared is obviously not standing in the same room he is right now. “Sex makes you really stupid,” he accuses, turning his face to catch a kiss from Danneel before she heads out the door with a laundry basket on her hip.
*
They don't actually make as much progress as Jared seems to think they will by the time his mom gets home, so she informs him that it's time for his friends to head home and that he's still going to be grounded until its finished. In the end, it only takes him three weeks to get it done to her standards which, considering the state of that room, Jensen thinks is actually kind of impressive.
Once his grounding is lifted, Jared starts hanging out with them again, usually at Danneel's because they have more privacy to do dirty things to each other. It's definitely not the kind of relationship Jensen planned for, but it's working out for them. As long as he doesn't think about it too much or anything.
Still, something is nagging at him. He doesn't bring it up because it seems to bother Jared as much as it bothers him, and when they're both upset, Danneel gets all irritated, too. It's easier to keep his concerns to himself, but he's kind of dying inside to ask Jared if he's still hanging out on The Circle, sleeping with other people.
“Alright, so I was thinking that we should make a Spring Break plan,” Danneel announces as she makes her way into the music room in late March.
Spring Break is only a week away, but Jensen doesn't point out that they should have made a plan before now if they were going to do anything. “What'd you have in mind?” he asks instead.
Jared is leaning against the wall, long legs stretched wide to allow Jensen to sit between them. He holds an arm out in invitation and Danneel lowers herself to his thigh, throwing her legs over Jensen's lap. “My mom wants to head out to my grandma's for a couple of days,” Jared says.
“That sounds fun,” Jensen says, the words coming out far more sarcastic than he intended.
Jared laughs. “It won't be that bad. We lived with her for a little while last year, before Mom got her job here, so at least I know some people.”
The question pops out before Jensen can think to stop it. “You know people like you know people?” Danneel stiffens against him and Jared's leg twitches at his side. “Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, reaching out to lay a hand on Jared's knee. “I didn't mean that.” He did, but he didn't mean to ask it.
When he answers, Jared's words are slow and measured. “You know I don't like definin' shit.” He covers Jensen's hand with his own and runs the other through Danneel's hair. “But I haven't fucked anybody else since that day we talked about it up here.”
“Really?” Danneel sounds even more skeptical than Jensen feels but he's glad she's the one that asked this time.
Easy as always, Jared rests his head against the wall and laughs. “Yeah, really. I mean, I've got a smokin' hot boyfriend and a smokin' hot girlfriend. I don't have a lot of time for anyone else.”
It makes Jensen a lot happier than it probably should. “We love you, too,” he teases, laughing loud enough to hear it echo back when Danneel elbows him in the gut.
There is no way to know how long this thing is going to last or what's going to happen after they graduate and go their separate ways in a couple of months. This time last year, that would have been unacceptable in Jensen's world, but a lot has changed in a year. For once in his life, he's willing to take what he's got for as long as he's got it and maybe not stress about it so much.
Danneel buries her face in the side of his neck and Jared rests his forehead between Jensen's shoulder blades. What he's got is more than enough for now.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~9700
Warning: Possible underage. While numbers are never explicitly stated in this fic, all three characters are high school seniors.
Summary: Jensen's life, with his one friend and slew of Quiz Bowl trophies, is not what most would call exciting but it's very organized. Then Jared moves to town, Danneel finally notices him and everything he thinks he knows starts to change. Jensen's never been good with change.
Notes: For
dev_earl, written for spnthreesome. I hope you enjoy this one half as much as I loved the brain-melting hotness you wrote for me.Also, thanks to
transfixeddream for the beta. I know you've had other stuff on your mind this week. Thank you so much for taking the time to do this for me anyway. (The piece of my soul that Matt Bomer does not own now belongs to you.)And thanks to
maichan808, for finding the typos I added after Travis looked it over. I don't know what I would do without your awesome skills of nitpickery.There's this empty, unused choir room on the third floor at Madison Consolidated High School where the sun filters through the unwashed windows around noon every day, bathing the room in this eerie, almost ethereal, glow. Hardly anybody knows about it or, if they do, they're not talking about it. Years ago, before the economy in this town went belly up and people started high-tailing it out in search of jobs and security, the third floor housed the art department. Now there are barely enough students here to warrant using two floors, so the third has been vacant for awhile. They sealed it off a few years back, but there's still one door at the end of the freshman hallway that's always unlocked.
Five months ago, Jensen didn't know about any of this. There were a lot of things he didn't know when he stepped through the door on the first day of his senior year.
Voices echo in the room as he pulls the door open, checking over his shoulder to make sure he hasn't been followed. Why anyone would bother following him isn't something he stops to consider. He pushes his glasses up on his nose as he approaches the couple sitting in the window sill.
“Please tell me it's warmer over there,” Jensen announces his arrival by crowding in between Danneel and Jared, sighing when the sun hits the side of his face. It never gets really cold here, but late fall and winter are still chilly. Since this floor is sealed off, there's no heat unless they make it themselves.
Danneel shifts a little bit and steals Jensen's apple from his hand, taking a big bite and smiling before handing it back. “Thanks.”
He wants to object, to tell her that it's impolite to steal someone's food from their hand like that, but it's Danneel so she gets a free pass. She's gotten free passes since her family moved in down the street from his when they were six, if he's being honest. His mother made him deliver cookies to welcome the Harrises to the neighborhood, and she took them with a smile before she slammed the door in his face. That's the moment he fell in love with her.
At his other side, Jared is grinning like a maniac for no actual reason. At the beginning of the year, when he transferred in and took the locker next to Jensen's, the smiling kind of freaked him out a little bit. Jensen is fairly quiet, keeps to himself as much as possible – he finds it easier to avoid being picked on that way – so having this skinny beanpole of a goth kid staring at him with these black-lined eyes, smile so big it lights up his whole face, was kind of scary at first. The dark clothes, dog collar, and huge combat boots aren't nearly as intimidating as that knowing, amused smile can be.
“What'd I miss?” He's almost afraid to ask, given his friends' propensity for finding the most ridiculous ways to spend their weekends, but he wants to be a part of the conversation. He never really cared about being a part of anything until this trio haphazardly fell together at the beginning of the school year.
“Jared was just about to tell me about the guy he met on the Circle this weekend,” Danneel explains, stealing Jensen's lunch bag to rifle through it. She finds the Pringles he packed for her immediately and withdraws them with a triumphant 'whoop.'
With a roll of his eyes, Jared thumps his head against the window. “You make it sound like we had some deep, soulful connection. It was just sex, man.”
“When is it anything more than “just sex” with you?” Jensen huffs as he tosses a package of fruit snacks to Jared. There was a time when he used to pack his lunch for himself, but neither Jared nor Danneel seems to know how to do that. Keeping them fed has become his number one job during these meetings.
Jared wastes no time in tearing the bag open and throwing three of the snacks into his mouth before he points. “When it's one of you,” he nods, swallowing without doing much chewing.
If Jensen weren't so thrown by the statement, he might give Jared the choking-hazard lecture again. Instead, he studies his shoes and finds the dirt on the floor far more worthy of his focus. When Danneel chuckles and rubs his shoulder, Jensen stiffens. He's probably supposed to find that touch relaxing, but he's always been a little bit awkward when it comes to talking about this.
“You hear that, Jensen?” she says, voice dropping low and conspiratorial, “Jared likes us.”
Afraid he'll just sound like more of a dork if he admits how happy that makes him, Jensen shrugs and raises his hand to the side of his glasses, adjusting them instead of answering. It's hard for him to wrap his head around how much things have changed – Danneel's arm around his shoulder while Jared tucks a foot in behind Jensen's ankle – and sometimes he thinks he'll never really understand what's going on between them.
“Why do you do it with other people then?” he asks, voice timid in the echo of the room.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Jensen closes his eyes and wills them back in. What kind of idiot risks the arrangement they all have on a question as dumb as that?
Danneel's fingernails feel good against his scalp and he can't help leaning his cheek against her forehead when she scoots a little closer. It's still weird, being the guy that sometimes sleeps with the school's star volleyball player, but Jensen takes comfort in the warmth of her presence at his side.
“Honestly?” Jared watches them for a second before standing from the window and stretching his arms over his head. His tee shirt rides up just far enough to show the cut of his hip bone and Jensen quells the urge to reach out and touch it. He's had Jared's cock in his mouth, but touching him like that feels too intimate in front of Danneel. “It's easier.”
Jensen wishes he could stop himself from asking, “Easier than what?” but it tumbles out anyway.
“Trying to figure out what this is,” Danneel answers for Jared.
Though she sounds almost sad at the statement, Jensen finds it more than a little funny. “Well, you're the one who has spent the better part of this year telling me to stop trying to do that. You said sexuality is just another ridiculous label and that I should do what feels good instead of worrying about how it all fits or works out.”
From the day he showed up, Jared has been challenging the way Jensen looks at everything, the way he obsesses over categorizing things and planning them. He is the one who always says that Jensen should stop trying to decide who he likes more and just enjoy the way it feels to be with each of them.
Jensen's friend, Aldis, used to say that Jensen wasn't into guys or girls. He used to call him 'Danneel-sexual' because nobody else could catch his attention or hold his interest. When Jared started flirting with him, Jensen was shocked to find that he liked it. He couldn't exactly forget his epic love for Danneel, but it was – still is – hard to think about anything else when he's making out with Jared on the couch in his family room.
Jared smiles, a little crooked but no less bright than always, his foot running up the back of Jensen's leg. “That's kind of the point, Jensen. If I stop and think about it, try to analyze it or whatever, everything gets all complicated.”
“I gotta go,” Danneel announces, sliding out of the window sill to run her hands over the back of her jeans. “We still hangin' out tonight?”
Jensen blinks when he realizes she's talking to him, nodding even though he feels a little numb inside. Danneel kisses him and then Jared before she bounces off, her ponytail bobbing as she goes. Sometimes he has a hard time believing that she's into him at all.
There was a time when pining after Danneel was Jensen's only extracurricular activity. Well, that and Quiz Bowl, which probably explains why he's never had more of a social life. There are a lot of reasons that he's glad Jared moved into town this year, but one of them is definitely that his habit of pinning Jensen to walls and kissing him stupid at parties is what drew Danneel's attention to their existence in the first place.
He's lost in thought about how things have changed when he feels Jared's lips against his neck. He jumps a little at first – it's still a little shocking when either of them kisses him in public - but he relaxes into it when he remembers that this is Jared. There's nobody that makes him feel as exciting, maybe even a little dangerous, like Jared.
“We should hang out tonight,” Jared murmurs against his ear.
Jensen is fairly certain that he heard Danneel confirm their plans for tonight. She wasn't quiet or anything. “I'm hanging out with Danneel tonight. That usually means that we're going to have some kind of sex,” he clarifies when Jared just mumbles some kind of affirmation against Jensen's neck. “What? You wanna come over and watch us?”
With that growl that means Jared's about to start biting at Jensen's shoulder or collarbone, he just grabs Jensen's chin his hand and turns his face to kiss him quickly. “We talked about it before you got up here, but it's up to you, Jensen.
“Wait, what?” Jensen has done a lot of things with both Jared and Danneel that he never thought he would do, but it's always been separate. They hang out together, but everyone pretty much keeps their hands to themselves. “We don't do that.”
Jared gives him that soft look that says he's finding Jensen really adorable at the moment. Of all the things he wants Jared to think about him, you are so adorable is not one of them. “We could,” Jared shrugs, sliding out of his seat in the window and wiping the dust away from the seat of his black jeans. “Up to you, man.” He presses another kiss to the side of Jensen's head before taking off for his next class.
Alone in the cold, musty music room, Jensen's brain is reeling at this new development. It's probably weird that he's never thought about it before, but there are plenty of things he didn't think about before Jared. Of course, those things have all turned out pretty well.
This one, though, could end terribly, with none of them ever speaking to each other again, sliding back to their respective cliques as though they never knew each other at all. Jared will start hanging out by himself, being all dark and scary like the goth kids are supposed to be. Danneel will go back to hanging out with all of her other jock friends like the athlete she is. Jensen will stop blowing off Quiz Bowl like the dorky guy that he's fooled himself into believing he's not.
*
When Jensen was seven, his mother sat him down for the talk. “Jensen,” she said, “life is complicated; it moves quickly and, before you know it, you'll be a grown man. If you don't keep everything in a tidy order, your entire life will have passed you by in a flurry of unorganized chaos and you will find yourself working in a fast food joint and getting high with your stoner friends in my basement, wasting your entire life.” She then handed him a day planner and told him to get started.
Jensen wasn't sure what he was supposed to be planning or what a stoner was back then. Judging from the look on his mother's face, though, he knew he most certainly did not want to be one. So he started writing – in the neatest possible letters he could form in second grade – everything that he was going to do the following day. By the end of the night, he had the entire month filled in, though it mostly consisted of go to school and eat cookies.
Eventually, the day planner gave way to the Palm Pilot and then the Blackberry, but Jensen is never without some sort of schedule, agenda, or plan. This is why he is now on the internet, watching live streaming video of a threesome that he keeps pausing and screen capping for future reference. Jared said they should all hang out and see what happens. Jensen doesn't do well on the fly, so he's going to be prepared, even if it mortifies and humiliates him to do so. “Study and preparation alleviate anxiety,” his mother always says.
Normally, Jensen thinks his mom is pretty smart, but on this, she couldn't be more wrong. The more videos he watches, the more sure he becomes that he is going to have a panic attack and pass out at the desk, only to be found when his father comes home from work, string of dirty words pouring out of the computer speakers as some guy with an enormous dick pounds into a girl with enormous breasts while another guy with an equally enormous dick tells them just how to do it.
The problem isn't the mechanics. Danneel and Jared have taught him things. They're both really patient with him when he doesn't get it or needs further explanation. He's just always assumed that they have better sex with each other, being as they both know what they're doing and don't have to stop every few minutes to repeat instructions. Knowing it and being there to see just how much he does not fit in with them, however, are two very different things.
Jared always tells him that blending in is boring. He wears nail polish and eyeliner and rings that should weigh his hands down to his sides, with these ridiculously huge boots that probably came from KISS's garage sale. Also, he's about fourteen feet tall without the shoes, so he's clearly not trying to hide in the crowd. Being different is his choice. Jensen never asked to be a geek, and he didn't choose to be a virgin when he slept with Danneel for the first time. If he got to make the call for himself, he would be better at this. All of it.
Instead, he freaks out and decides that he's not going to Danneel's tonight. His room is getting kind of cluttered since he hasn't been spending much time at home to clean it lately, so he figures that's a better way to spend his time. Jared and Danneel are both free; they can hang out and have awesome sex that Jensen doesn't have to think about while he's organizing his closet by color and season. His books are getting a little out of order, too. He can not think about them laughing at his cowardice behind his back while he alphabetizes those by genre later.
He's got a mountain of spring and summer yellows and greens on his bed when there is a soft knock at his door. “You standin' me up, Ackles?”
Danneel is in the doorway, hair falling over her shoulders, in a mini-skirt and sneakers. This would be so much easier if she wasn't so damn hot. “Uh, no,” he lies. Jensen is a terrible liar.
With a chuckle, she steps into the room and glances around, hands tucked into the pockets of her skirt. “Your mom let me in on her way out. Said she and your dad wouldn't be back until one or two.” Her eyebrow raises but Jensen just nods and turns back to the closet. “So that means we're alone for, like, a long time.”
“I'm kind of busy,” he says, sounding far more abrupt than he intends to in his quest to make her go away.
Stepping right in behind him, she wraps her arms around his waist and rests her chin on his shoulder. “I can see that,” she whispers, turning to press a kiss to his neck. “Closet organizing is very serious business.”
On any other day, Danneel's mocking would be cute and he would hear the affection in it. Today, he just stiffens a little at the barb and hangs another shirt on the bar. “It needs to be done,” he tells her, trying to keep his voice even as she licks behind his ear. “I don't think Jared's doing anything tonight. You should probably go hang out with him.”
This time, Danneel pulls away and takes a step back. Her absence is colder than it should be, considering the short amount of time she was pressed against him. “Did I do something to piss you off, Jensen? Are you mad at me?”
He feels bad instantly. If there's anything he doesn't want to do, it's hurt Danneel's feelings. “No,” he shakes his head, finally turning around to face her. “I just,” he sighs and walks around her to grab another shirt. “Jared told me what you guys were talking about earlier.” He prays that she knows what he's referring to and doesn't ask him to elaborate. The floor might actually swallow him whole if he has to say it out loud.
Fortunately, Danneel drops her gaze to the floor and crosses one ankle over the other. “Oh,” she says in a voice so small, it's almost a whisper. “Jensen, we were just talking. If you're not comfortable with it or whatever, we don't have to.”
If he didn't know better, he would think that Danneel is embarrassed, which is ridiculous because Danneel knows more about this stuff than he does. She's what his grandmother used to call “worldly.” Even though he's nearly paralyzed at the idea of it, she's supposed to be all for it. “I barely know how to do it with one of you at a time,” he offers in his own defense, stopping just short of admitting he's afraid.
She's blushing when she looks up and catches his eye. “You know how to do it with me,” she says, taking a step forward and grabbing his hands. She guides them to her waist and then loops her arms around his neck. “If it makes you feel any better, I've never done it, either.”
He stops just short of telling her that he doesn't believe her. Even in his head, that sounds like he's calling Danneel some kind of slut or something. He may not be the most socially refined individual on the planet, but Jensen does know that implying his girlfriend likes to sleep around isn't the smartest move in the world.
Instead of words, he tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her into a hug. It's not the most seductive thing ever, but her hair smells good and her body feels amazing pressed up against him. If this is all they do tonight, Jensen is okay with that.
Another knock at the door interrupts the moment, though. “Bad time?” Jared is smiling, like always, and he doesn't bother waiting for an invitation before entering the room. It's probably stupid that Jensen thinks this dispels the rumor going around school that Jared is secretly a vampire.
Danneel doesn't look at Jared, turning her eyes up to Jensen's face without letting go of his neck. “We don't have to do anything,” she assures him, kissing his chin. “Let's just watch some television and if it doesn't go there, it's fine.”
Jared is already sprawled across most of the bed, eyes drifting around Jensen's bedroom like he hasn't been here a thousand times. It almost looks like he's a little out of his element, which is weird because they've all watched television together a hundred times. “You okay?” he asks, climbing onto the bed and settling in next to Jared before he holds his arm out to invite Danneel to join them.
Casting a quick glance at Jensen, Jared nods sharply and then immediately turns his eyes back to the blank screen. “Yeah, I'm fine,” he says, distractedly fumbling for the remote on Jensen's bedside table.
“You sure?” Danneel asks, leaning forward to see him around Jensen. She reaches an arm over to touch his hand and Jared jerks like he's been shocked. “You don't seem so fine.”
Jensen isn't the most self-aware person on the planet – Jared had to explain to him that the girls who ask for help with their homework do not actually care about AP Physics, and instead just want to flirt with the hot science nerd in their fourth period class – and he's even less aware of other people most of the time. He's not entirely sure that he knows what Jared's deal is right now, but he has an idea of what it might be.
“We're just watching television,” he says, resting his shoulder against Jared's with a hand on his thigh. “So if you've never had a threesome before and you're freaking out about it, stop. You're in good company.” He motions between himself and Danneel with a thumb and then offers Jared a small smile. “If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. It's whatever.”
Eyebrow shooting up, Jared slowly looks between the two of them and then settles his gaze back on Jensen. “Who are you and what have you done with my anal retentive, 'everything must be in its particular place' boyfriend?”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen relaxes against the headboard and laces his fingers through Jared's while tightening his arm around Danneel. “I'm freaking out on the inside,” he answers, laughing a little when they do.
Jared squeezes Jensen's hand and holds his gaze like he's trying to decide if Jensen's telling him the truth. Finally, he smiles easier, more normal, and says, “Alright. What are we watching?”
*
Even though they've all kind of been dating each other for the better part of the school year, Jensen, Jared and Danneel have never done much hanging out as a group. They have lunch in the old choir room, but that's the extent of their contact at school. Well, sometimes Jensen will walk with Jared to Speech practice, but that's mostly because it's on his way to the parking lot. It's not even that they're embarrassed to be seen with each other; they just don't take the same classes or hang out in the same circles.
Since that night in Jensen's bedroom, though, they've been spending a lot more time together. Sometimes they stay in; other times, they head to the park or grab dinner somewhere in town. Jensen finds it a little unsettling at first – changes to his routine always throw him off – but he's starting to get used to having them both around all of the time. In fact, he's kind of starting to like it.
“Jared's not coming,” Danneel announces when she runs out to Jensen's car one Friday night in late February. “He said he sent you a text but you didn't respond.”
He always puts his phone on silent when he does his homework, but when he digs it out of his pocket, there are three missed calls and two texts from Jared awaiting him. “Does he have other plans?” He never brings it up but he likes when Jared is with them because then he knows he's not downtown, hanging out with other guys that Jensen hates on principle alone.
With a shake of her ponytail, Danneel rests a hand on Jensen's knee and leans over to steal a quick kiss. “Just said he was stayin' home tonight.”
“You think he's tired of us?” He doesn't mean to sound so worried, but he knows from past experience that he can be kind of taxing to some people's patience.
Danneel just squeezes his leg and then leans back in her seat. “Honestly? I think he's worse about being thrown off track than you are.” Jensen snorts as he backs out of the driveway, carefully checking the mirrors and over his shoulder to make sure that they're not going to get broadsided. “Seriously, Jensen, you think you're so different from us, but you're really not. All of us are afraid of something, ya know?”
As he pulls up to the stop sign at the end of the street, Jensen considers Danneel's words. She's right, of course, that he thinks he's different from Jared and Danneel. He is different from them. “That doesn't make any sense,” he informs her. Why would they keep telling him to loosen up and let things be how they are if they're just as afraid as he is?
“You like things to be neat and predictable, and Jared likes them to be wildly spontaneous. For you, it's scary when things don't fit into boxes that you can slap a label onto and slide in next to all of the other tidy boxes. For Jared, it's just as scary when things start fitting into those pre-labeled boxes. He's as lost about what to do with his feelings as you are, just in a different way.”
Well, when she puts it like that.
Jensen hooks a left at the next light even though he was supposed to go right. Months ago, Jared told Jensen that he wasn't going to force him to do anything, but he also wasn't going to let Jensen miss out on something he might really enjoy because he was scared. Jensen will be damned if he's going to let Jared get away with the same thing.
“What about you?” he asks when it becomes clear where they're going. “What are you afraid of?
“You're kidding, right?” Jensen shakes his head and Danneel moves her hands into her own lap. “I don't know if you've noticed – knowing you, probably not – but everyone at school knows that I'm dating you and Jared. At the same time, Jensen.” She turns her face toward the window. “Maybe that's all progressive or whatever in the real world, but at school, it just makes me a giant slut.”
Jensen instinctively reaches for her hand, wanting nothing more than to assure her that he knows she's not like that. The idea of anyone thinking anything negative about Danneel makes him a little crazy inside. He's just not sure how to tell her that without sounding creepy.
She smiles when she turns back to see him watching her out of the corner of his eye. “Most of the time, I don't worry about what other people say or think. You know that. I love both of you guys and I don't really care who knows that. But what if you guys decide that you don't want me anymore? What if you figure out that you just want to be together and I'm left with a skank reputation and a broken heart?”
He wants to assure her that it's not going to happen, but he's kind of hung up on something else. “You love us?” Danneel smacks his shoulder. “Do I really have to address the other thing? I mean, you agreeing to date me – let alone have sex with me – is pretty much the only thing I've ever wanted most of my life. And Jared is crazy about you, too. You think we're gonna get bored with you? Have you seen your boobs?” She looks like she's going to slap him again, but Jensen catches her hand in his, laughing. “Seriously, how could anyone not want you?” He's not trying to suck up; he genuinely can't wrap his head around the idea of not wanting Danneel in his life.
Danneel waits for him to park the car in front of Jared's house before she leans over the console and kisses him, a sweet, soft press of warm lips that sends a shot of heat down Jensen's spine. “The fact that you have to honestly ask that question?” She kisses the side of his neck before sitting back in her seat and staring straight into his eyes. “That's why I love you, Jensen.”
Jared mom answers the door with an exasperated expression on her face. “Jared's grounded,” she informs them. “Until he can clean that cesspool he calls a bedroom, he's not going anywhere tonight, kids. I'm sorry.”
Jensen was all for making Jared come out and play when he thought Jared was just hiding. If he's actually in trouble, there's nothing he can do about that. “We'll just talk to him at school then,” he nods, smile awkward on his lips as he turns to go.
Grabbing his arm, Danneel fixes those wide eyes on Jared's mom. It's all Jensen can do not to laugh at her. He's a sucker for those doe eyes, but Jared's mom isn't going to fall for them – she's an adult! “Mrs. P, would it be okay if we helped Jared with his room? Maybe he'd be a little more motivated that way?”
She eyes them both so curiously that Jensen is pretty sure she knows exactly what's going on between the three of them. Danneel's parents are never around and Jensen's are so happy that he has friends, they don't ask questions. Jared's mom is the only one who really seems to pay attention to her kid, and Jensen is sure that she's starting to put the pieces together.
After what feels like an eternity, she steps back and holds the door open. “Lord knows nothing else has worked – go on up and see what you can do.” Danneel thanks her with a smile and Jensen offers a nervous wave as they pass, hoping that he doesn't look too shifty or suspicious. In reality, that probably makes him look more shifty and suspicious, but he has the luxury of being a pretty awkward guy by nature, so maybe she doesn't notice.
They're half way up the stairs when Jared's mom calls after them. “Kids?” They both stop and turn slowly. “His curfew is midnight on weekends, so you'll be out of here by then, yes?”
Refusing to look at Danneel, Jensen nods and then turns when he feels her hand wrap around his wrist and drag him up the stairs. He's thankful, really, that she's so much better at talking to parents than he is.
There's no sound coming from Jared's room and no answer when Danneel knocks on the door. “Maybe he snuck out,” Jensen suggests, shrugging when Danneel rolls her eyes at him. “What? It's not unheard of!”
“You think he snuck his gigantic, clumsy as fuck frame out the second floor window and what? Shimmied down a drain pipe?” Sometimes Jensen is sure that Danneel thinks he's the dumbest person who ever breathed air. The fact that she's still sleeping with him is the only thing that keeps him from feeling bad about it.
Jared has not, in fact, left the building. When they push his door open, he's stretched out on his bed, end to end on a diagonal, tapping his thumbs against his chest in a rhythm to whatever he's listening to on his iPod. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. If Jensen had a choice, he would stand here and just watch for awhile because Jared doesn't sit still often and he's really pretty attractive when like this. It doesn't hurt that he's shirtless, too.
Danneel, it seems, does not enjoy the aesthetic as much. Or maybe she does, because she doesn't even bother stopping before pouncing on Jared's bed, scaring the hell out of him and then laughing while she swings one leg over to straddle his waist. He flails a little and then steadies himself with his hands on her hips; Jensen can see his fingers squeezing the denim of her little skirt and has to fight a bout of jealousy. He's just not sure which one he's jealous of at the moment.
“What are you doing here?” Jared is laughing when he lifts his head. He sees Jensen, still lurking in the doorway, and stretches his arm in an invitation. “Get in here, you.”
Thankfully, Danneel has climbed off of Jared and smoothed her skirt over her hips when Jared's mom appears in the doorway. “I'm heading out. This room,” she holds Jared's eye and motions with her finger around the room, “better be spotless when I get home. Understood?”
Jared nods and waits until his mom leaves to pull Danneel back into his lap. “She has book club on Friday nights. She'll be gone for awhile.”
It's a good thing, Jensen thinks, because Jared's room is a pig sty. Clothing strewn everywhere, books and sketch pads in piles, dishes that look like they're starting to grow hair – it's an organizational nightmare. “Well, I'm not sure we can finish by midnight, but we can get it started for you in that time.” He heaves a sigh and drops to his knees beside Jared's bed, sorting socks from underwear. “Do you do your own laundry, or should I put it somewhere for your mom?”
When he looks up, Danneel is perched on Jared's thigh and they're both looking at him like he's speaking a language they can't understand. “Jensen,” Jared smiles, holding out the hand that was keeping Danneel close to his chest, “Come on, man. We're not wasting three hours alone in the house on cleaning my damn room.” He shakes his head, affection in his eyes, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Your mom expects there to be progress when she gets back and, to be honest, you need the extra hands. I don't know how you find anything in here. Or how you don't kill yourself walking across the room.” They're still staring at him when he stops and sighs. “What? I like order.”
With a roll of her eyes, Danneel throws an arm around Jared's neck and rests her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, well, I like making out.” She turns her face to Jared and catches his lips in a slow kiss that sounds too loud in the silence of the otherwise empty house.
Jensen knows that this is not the first time they've done this, but it doesn't make hearing it any easier. He keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand – unearthing Jared's floor – but his brain is far more interested in the giggles and moans and smacking lips on the bed. Of course, no concentration technique can help him when Jared gasps suddenly and Danneel's chuckle comes out muffled, like it does when she presses her face into the bend of Jensen's neck.
“That's good?” Danneel asks. Jensen can't see her face, but he knows her smile too well not to hear it in her voice.
Jared gasps again, the bed springs squeak a little as they move, and then he says, “Be better if Jensen would get off the floor and join the party.” His hand swings down, smacking Jensen in the ear. “C'mon, Jensen.”
They should be cleaning Jared's room. His mom excepts them to clean the room before she gets home. Jensen knows it, but he looks up long enough to see that Danneel is sucking at Jared's collarbone, her hand working the button on his jeans, and he moves to sit beside them without really thinking about it.
Jared throws his head back to allow her more room and then turns toward Jensen, lifting one hand from Danneel's hip to wrap it around the back of Jensen's neck. Whispering a groan into Jensen's lips, Jared kisses him like he's trying to get something started and Jensen would object – he hasn't had time to plan for this – but it's happening really fast and Jared is a really fantastic kisser. His tongue slides easily against Jensen's, in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm with his heavy breathing, teeth scraping before he sucks Jensen's bottom lip into his mouth and then releases it to start licking again.
When Danneel stops playing with Jared's pants long enough to rest her hand on Jensen's chest and grab the front of his shirt in a tight fist, it gets even better. Jared sucks a ragged breath when he pulls away, and Danneel takes his place, lips smaller and softer but no better or worse than Jared's. The hand Jensen was keeping in a fist against his thigh comes up to cradle the back of Danneel's head and he's so into kissing her that he barely feels Jared's big hand ghosting down his back until his fingers are teasing inside Jensen's waistband.
He needs to take a breath, to stop and think about what they're doing here, but he can't. There are lips on his neck and his throat, hands on his front and his back. Heavy breathing and soft moaning are coming from what seems like everywhere. It should shock Jensen into the present, remind him of how unprepared he is for this and how much it scares him, but he's so turned on at the rush of sensations that he can't remember his own name, let alone why it's a bad idea.
“Here, hold on,” Jared grunts, shifting a little under Danneel's weight to rest his head on Jensen's thigh. Danneel moves with him, still straddling his hips while her fingers move over his chest. “Alright, how do you wanna do this?” He rolls his hips forward a little and her eyes flutter half-closed. The flush in her cheeks is mesmerizing for Jensen, so much so that he doesn't notice he's started brushing his fingers through Jared's hair.
Danneel's eyes flit to Jensen, brow furrowed with the unspoken question. He shakes his head, mostly to slot his scattered thoughts back into place, and finds himself even more confused when Danneel starts to climb off of Jared's legs. “It's fine. We'll just,” she stops, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “We'll figure something out.”
Turning his face, Jared rests his cheek on Jensen's leg and looks up at him. His hand creeps up Jensen's thigh, index finger tracing over the hardening bulge in Jensen's jeans. “Doesn't feel like you're not into it,” he teases with a grin.
“I am,” Jensen defends, sighing when Jared and Danneel jump a little. “You guys can do whatever. I'm good.” He's not sure what's going to happen, but he's seen enough to know that Jared and Danneel look really good together. He'd like to see more.
“It's more fun if you join in,” Jared says, eyebrows raised like a hopeful little kid. “For all parties involved.”
With a sigh, Jensen tries to ignore the fact that Jared is now massaging his dick through his pants but, honestly, he's an eighteen-year-old guy with a hand on his dick. His upstairs and downstairs brains have not yet learned to share his attention span. “I don't know what to do.” It's not the sexiest thing to admit at a time like this, but he figures they should both know where he's coming from.
Danneel leans over, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. “None of us have done this before, Jensen,” she reminds him.
“Well, what are the rules? How is it supposed to go? Who's doing what?” In the short amount of time that they've been considering this option, Jensen has watched a few videos and checked out a couple of websites, but he hasn't had time to figure out the logistics yet. He's not ready for this; he hasn't researched nearly enough.
Chuckling, Jared hoists himself into a seated position and rests a hand on the back of Danneel's neck while he leans in to kiss Jensen. “Shut up,” he instructs and Jensen mimes sealing his lips until Jared laughs and kisses him again. “There are no rules, Jensen. We do whatever feels right for us, okay? We've figured everything else out on the fly. Why should this be any different?”
“We don't fuck,” he blurts to Danneel, who looks slightly taken aback. Jared barks a sharp laugh that makes Jensen feel about fourteen inches tall. “I mean, we do...There's other stuff,” he finishes, voice weak and trailing.
Without a word, she leans in and tangles her hand in Jensen's hair. The feeling of her fingernails on his scalp is enough to relax him a little and the feeling of her tongue slipping over his definitely helps, too. Jared keeps palming at his dick through his jeans, fingers firm just like Jensen likes it, so it doesn't take long for his inhibitions to start melting away again. They've always been good at making sure he forgets everything he doesn't know.
“Lay back,” Danneel whispers against his ear, pushing on his chest until he leans back against the headboard. His neck is at a weird angle and his legs are still folded, but Danneel's breathing hot, moist air against his throat and Jared is unzipping his pants so Jensen can't really be bothered to worry about it right now.
Danneel's hand is under the hem of his tee shirt, nails scraping his stomach and chest as she pulls it over his head and tosses it away. Jensen may never find it again in this mess, but this probably isn't the best time to mention that.
He rolls his hips when Jared taps his side, letting him pull his jeans and underwear down his legs. How he ended up the only naked one in the room, Jensen isn't sure. “This seem a little unbalanced to you?” he asks, voice puffing out uneven and shaky. Hopefully, he sounds more turned on than terrified.
Jared laughs and rolls off of the bed to quickly strip with no hesitation or inhibition. That's one of Jensen's favorite things about Jared – the fact that he's never been embarrassed about his body or what he likes to do with it. It makes him feel more confident by proxy or something. “Come on, Danni,” Jared encourages, finger twirling in a 'speed it along' motion.
She's never been all that shy, either, but tonight it seems to take Danneel longer than usual to unzip her hoodie and slide it over her slim shoulders. Jensen knows she won't take the little white sports bra off until one of them does it for her. For someone with a body so amazing, she's never been big on showing it off. She dresses for her own comfort most of the time and Jensen isn't entirely convinced that doesn't make her even sexier.
She pulls her purple, lacy panties off and tosses them to the side before straightening her skirt. “Jensen, can you kiss me again?” she asks, voice small and uncertain.
That's when it clicks for Jensen; it doesn't matter how many times she's done this with Jared, or with Jensen, she's doing this with both of them for the first time and she's nervous. He's the one she reaches out to when she needs to be assured because he adores her. When she needs to feel like she can do anything, she comes to him.
That probably shouldn't make him more okay with this, but knowing that they're on the same page, that they need each other, helps. He's terrified, heart pounding so hard in his chest he thinks it might break through, but Danneel needs him to be okay with it. One glance at the fleeting doubt in Jared's eyes tells him that they're all in this together.
Adjusting himself so that he's lying flat on the bed, he hooks a hand around Danneel's neck and pulls her down, nipping at her lower lip like he knows she likes it. Her hand presses low on his belly when she falls into the kiss, whimpering a little when Jensen's tongue pushes into her mouth.
He feels Jared's breath against his hip but he doesn't stop kissing Danneel to see what's going to happen next. It's probably better that way, because seeing Jared with that wicked grin on his face nearly sets Jensen off every time. He's too turned on right now; looking at Jared would end this before it ever really starts.
Danneel props herself up on her elbow, smiling down at him when their kiss breaks. “Thanks,” she whispers, palm stroking down his cheek.
Jensen wants to say something, but Jared's fist and mouth close over his cock and he jerks away from Danneel, head pressed into the pillow as his hips arch up. “Fuck,” he cries out.
When he looks down, Jared meets his expectations by pulling off with a wet pop and giving him that damn smile. “Don't mind me,” he says, moving just enough to brush his bottom lip under the head of Jensen's cock.
“That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.” Danneel says on a forced laugh of disbelief. She sits up a little, her fingers scratching through Jensen's hair. “God,” she adds on a breath, bending down to kiss Jensen's forehead. “Don't stop, Jared. Just...yeah, suck on the head first. He loves that.”
Jensen's not good with giving directions – always feels like Jared knows better than he does anyway – so maybe having Danneel here isn't so bad. She knows what Jared's capable of, and she knows what Jensen likes. He relaxes into the feeling of Jared's tongue on his dick and rests one hand on the back of Jared's head. Danneel takes his free hand and laces their fingers together, holding them against her thigh and rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.
It takes him a little while to realize that Jared is just playing with him, popping the head of his dick in and out of his mouth, licking over and under and barely sucking at all. “Dammit, Jared,” he groans when Jared's hand strokes the length of his cock in a fist so loose it's hardly a ghost of a touch. “Come on, man.”
Looking up, Jared meets Danneel's eye. “What do you think? Is he ready for more?”
Her chest is flushed and Jensen can feel the heat coming off of her thigh where his hand rests. “Let him show you,” she tells Jared. Jensen can't tell if the way she's pushing his hand under her skirt is intentional or not. “Show him how you want it, Jensen. Fuck his mouth for me.”
Thank fuck Jared is now squeezing the base of his cock or Jensen knows he would shoot all over the poor guy's face.
Instead, he buries his fingers into Jared's hair and holds his head steady. He barely moves his hips the first few times, trying to gauge how much of this Jared can take. It's not even close to the first time he's had his dick in this mouth, but it's definitely the first time Jensen is the one setting the pace.
Jared doesn't look like he minds, eyes rolling back and falling shut as he braces his hands on Jensen's thighs and rises up onto his knees. He pushes his head back into Jensen's hand, body arching and relaxing with each thrust of Jensen's cock between his lips. It feels dirty, like he's using Jared or something, but when Jared lets out a moan that vibrates all the way to Jensen's toes, he thinks maybe dirty isn't the worst thing in the world.
When Jared moves to touch his own dick, Danneel grabs his wrist. “Don't,” she whispers, forcing Jensen's hand even higher while she holds tight to Jared's. “I want that when you're done.”
She's so wet Jensen can feel the slick against the inside of her thigh. Combined with her words and the way Jared is slurping and writhing on his cock, it's too much. Jensen pulls on Jared's hair in warning and then presses his head back into the mattress when Jared pulls off. Danneel guides Jared's hand back to Jensen's dick, her fingers and his squeezing around the length to bring Jensen off.
He can't remember ever coming so hard he feels like he might die from it, but his heart is racing and his breath is short and sharp. The air burns in his lungs as he fights to compose himself, limbs numb and exhausted. There are white spots in his vision when he lifts his head and then lets it fall again. He's not sure anyone's supposed to have sex this good before college.
By the time Jensen regains some sense of control over his limbs, Jared is laying near his feet, long limbs hanging off the edge of the bed. Danneel is positioning herself over his hips, and all Jensen can do is watch when she throws her head back and guides Jared's cock inside her. He can't see under the skirt she's still wearing, but he's kind of glad for that. It makes focusing on their blissfully twisted faces so much easier.
Neither of them move much at first, hissing and grunting at the tight feeling of filling and being full. Jensen finds his way to his knees and closes the distance, pushing Danneel's hair over her shoulder to press his lips to the bend of her neck, licking at the salty taste of the sweat gathering there. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't visualized them together, but he's never had the best imagination and the reality is so much better.
There's a zipper on the front of her bra and Jensen slides it down, lets it fall open, without bothering to push it away. Using one hand to steady her back, he dips his head and pulls one of her hardening nipples between his teeth.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, hips pushing down onto Jared while her chest arches into Jensen's mouth.
Jensen pulls back to find Jared staring at him, awestruck expression on his face. “Jesus, Jensen,” he growls, closing his eyes to rock harder into Danneel.
She squeaks, arms flailing a little to keep her balance. Jensen shifts enough to press his shoulder to hers, dropping his hands to her hips. She falls forward, bracing herself on Jared's chest while Jensen kisses and sucks at her shoulder.
Talking during sex is not Jensen's thing. He's always worried enough about looking like he doesn't know what he's doing; he'd rather not open his mouth and confirm it. Right now, he actually has something to say, so he moves Danneel's hair away from her cheek and brushes his nose against her ear before he asks, “Does that feel good?”
She whimpers something incoherent, something that sounds like she liked Jensen's voice in her ear.
“Is it better than you thought it'd be, both of us touching you at the same time?” Sliding one hand from her hip and up her side, he sucks at the place behind her ear that always makes her crazy. “Does he feel as big as he looks?” He's not really sure if he's asking for her benefit or his own anymore. “Do you think, if I let you work me open first, do you think I could take Jared's cock, Danni?” He looks down to find Jared watching them and when he says, “Fuck, I wanna try it,” he means it.
“Oh, fuck you,” she sobs, jerking upright until her head falls heavy on Jensen's shoulder.
Jared thrusts hard, erratic, like he's not going to last much longer. Jensen doesn't so much think about what he's doing before he moves a hand to Danneel's clit and rolls his thumb over it, the way he always does when he needs to get her off before he loses it himself.
Her body goes rigid, most of her weight resting against Jensen when she comes, both of their names rolling off of her tongue in some twisted combination that makes no sense but sounds hotter than anything Jensen's ever heard.
Jared's right behind her, hips bucking up off the mattress so hard he would throw Danneel onto the floor if Jensen wasn't there to catch her.
By the time they've all cleaned up enough to get dressed again, Jensen just wants to collapse in Jared's bed and sleep for a couple of days. He's never been so exhausted after sex and he's never been so happy to be worn out in his life.
“Oh, no,” Jared teases, grabbing Jensen's ankle when he falls onto the bed. “No sleeping, Ackles. We've got a room to clean.”
Jensen pries one eye open to find Danneel staring around the room like she's trying to figure out where she is. “Seriously? We couldn't have done that first?”
Laughing, Jared steps closer to the bed and pulls him up by the hand. “Come on. It's not that bad.”
Jensen knows he's pouting, but Jared is obviously not standing in the same room he is right now. “Sex makes you really stupid,” he accuses, turning his face to catch a kiss from Danneel before she heads out the door with a laundry basket on her hip.
*
They don't actually make as much progress as Jared seems to think they will by the time his mom gets home, so she informs him that it's time for his friends to head home and that he's still going to be grounded until its finished. In the end, it only takes him three weeks to get it done to her standards which, considering the state of that room, Jensen thinks is actually kind of impressive.
Once his grounding is lifted, Jared starts hanging out with them again, usually at Danneel's because they have more privacy to do dirty things to each other. It's definitely not the kind of relationship Jensen planned for, but it's working out for them. As long as he doesn't think about it too much or anything.
Still, something is nagging at him. He doesn't bring it up because it seems to bother Jared as much as it bothers him, and when they're both upset, Danneel gets all irritated, too. It's easier to keep his concerns to himself, but he's kind of dying inside to ask Jared if he's still hanging out on The Circle, sleeping with other people.
“Alright, so I was thinking that we should make a Spring Break plan,” Danneel announces as she makes her way into the music room in late March.
Spring Break is only a week away, but Jensen doesn't point out that they should have made a plan before now if they were going to do anything. “What'd you have in mind?” he asks instead.
Jared is leaning against the wall, long legs stretched wide to allow Jensen to sit between them. He holds an arm out in invitation and Danneel lowers herself to his thigh, throwing her legs over Jensen's lap. “My mom wants to head out to my grandma's for a couple of days,” Jared says.
“That sounds fun,” Jensen says, the words coming out far more sarcastic than he intended.
Jared laughs. “It won't be that bad. We lived with her for a little while last year, before Mom got her job here, so at least I know some people.”
The question pops out before Jensen can think to stop it. “You know people like you know people?” Danneel stiffens against him and Jared's leg twitches at his side. “Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, reaching out to lay a hand on Jared's knee. “I didn't mean that.” He did, but he didn't mean to ask it.
When he answers, Jared's words are slow and measured. “You know I don't like definin' shit.” He covers Jensen's hand with his own and runs the other through Danneel's hair. “But I haven't fucked anybody else since that day we talked about it up here.”
“Really?” Danneel sounds even more skeptical than Jensen feels but he's glad she's the one that asked this time.
Easy as always, Jared rests his head against the wall and laughs. “Yeah, really. I mean, I've got a smokin' hot boyfriend and a smokin' hot girlfriend. I don't have a lot of time for anyone else.”
It makes Jensen a lot happier than it probably should. “We love you, too,” he teases, laughing loud enough to hear it echo back when Danneel elbows him in the gut.
There is no way to know how long this thing is going to last or what's going to happen after they graduate and go their separate ways in a couple of months. This time last year, that would have been unacceptable in Jensen's world, but a lot has changed in a year. For once in his life, he's willing to take what he's got for as long as he's got it and maybe not stress about it so much.
Danneel buries her face in the side of his neck and Jared rests his forehead between Jensen's shoulder blades. What he's got is more than enough for now.
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