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Title: Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound (from KoL's "Fans")
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1 700
Warning: Underaged boys (13 and 17)
Summary: There's no time to turn back. They'll never outrun the storm.
Disclaimer: Yeah, not really.


There's a strong body pressed against his, curious hands roaming all over his skin, pressing and squeezing and smoothing. Warm breath is tickling his earlobe, then underneath it, as lips trail their path down to where neck meets shoulder.

"Please... please," he begs. "Please... just..."

Offering more skin to the hungry mouth, he turns his head to the side and -

- opens his eyes.

He's drenched in sweat, sheet tangled around his legs, and it takes a while until he can free himself out of it. He can feel a damp stain soaked into the front of his underwear as the cool night air hits him.

"Ugh," he groans. "Fuck." He blushes slightly at the curse, but even more so at the urge to say sorry, Momma right away even though she's not even there to hear him. Stupid kid, he thinks. That's exactly why... But he doesn't let himself finish the thought, just gets up and changes his underwear. He pours himself a glass of water before returning to bed for a few more, this time dreamless, hours of sleep.


It's been three weeks - nineteen days, but who's counting - since... since.

Jensen has been avoiding him the whole time. He knows it sounds ridiculous when he puts it like that. How could Jensen be avoiding him if they're together all the time, every day, whole day long? It's still true, though.

They don't talk like they used to. Normally, Jensen would ask about his brother, if he'd called and how's New York, or what he thought of the last night's game as if Jared's opinion was important to him, or how his grandpa was doing after the surgery. Of course, he'd ask these things when they were alone. They're never alone anymore.

So yes, Jensen's avoiding him. He says your turn when they play cards and Jared zones out and pass the popcorn while there's still some left when they're watching a movie, but he never looks at him.

Jared doesn't look at him ether. What he does is steal glances when he gets the chance. Then he feels guilty. Sometimes he thinks Jensen might be feeling guilty, too, and he wants to tell him not to. That it's okay. That he's okay. But he can't say anything. Because Jensen won't even look at him.


"I'm bored," Steve complains predictably.

"Jesus," Jensen rolls his eyes. "Change the tune, would ya."

Steve looks affronted but before he can say anything, Chris cuts in, "Who's up for a ride? I sense some negative energy to be burned here."

Steve says he's in immediately. Jared shrugs. Jensen gets up and says, "All right. See you here in 10."

They meet in front of Steve's house, each on a bike. The air is heavy with humidity and heat and Jared is sweating already, under his armpits and at the back of his neck. Fifteen minutes on the bike and he'll be soaked through and through. He doesn't remember sweating this much last summer. But then again, there's a lot of things he's never had to deal with until recently.

"My Momma said it's gonna rain," he says. The moment the words are out of his mouth, he realises what he must've sounded like.

"Did your momma also told you to be home before dark, Jaybird?" Chris teases. Jared's cheeks turn red.

Jensen gets on his bike and takes off without a word.

"What's his problem?" Chris asks no one in particular but hurries after him before anyone can answer. Jared wouldn't know what to say anyway. Instead, he just tries to keep up with his friends as best as he can.

Steve's yapping next to him as they pass rows of houses, then a few scattered ones, until there's just a dusty, empty road in between fields of wheat stretching ahead of them. The sun creates illusion of water on the asphalt. Jared feels drops of sweat rolling down his temples. It itches.

Jensen's in front of him, pedaling relentlessly. Jared never takes an eye off him. He watches the stretch of his legs as they go up and down. He watches the muscles on his back shift under the t-shirt that clings to his body like a second skin, a vee shaped part of it darkened with sweat. He turns his head slightly talking to Chris and Jared catches a glimpse of the tip of the tongue licking the full bottom lip. His breath catches and he has to force himself to look away before this bicycle seat gets even less comfortable.

They've been driving around for a while when it becomes clear that Jared's mom was right. The once bright blue sky is draped over with clouds in deep stormy shade of gray. The wind starts to blow out of nowhere, raising the dust that bites their eyes. Keeping their heads down is not helping any. There's a roar of thunder in the distance. It's coming closer. There's no time to turn back. They'll never outrun the storm.

"We've just passed the cow farm," Jensen yells and the wind takes his voice, carries his words with it. "There's an old slaughter house nearby but we gotta hurry!"

They really step on it following Jensen, relying more on feeling then sight because it's getting darker by the second, what with the clouds gathering and the dust swirling in the air. They reach the abandoned building just as the first heavy drops of rain hit the ground.

Chris shakes the handle on the front door and to Jared's surprise, it gives in. Chris enters pushing his bike along and leaves the door ajar. They follow him to the dreary interior of their provisional shelter.

The smell that hits Jared's nostrils almost makes him heave. He swallows it down and makes an effort of breathing through his mouth until he adjusts.

"Man, it smells like something died in here," Chris says scrunching his nose.

"Thank you, Cpt. Obvious," Jensen says and gets flipped off in return.

He sounds unusually bitter, but at least he's talking. Jared wants to close his eyes, shut out the little light coming through the few windows way up above the ceiling, and let that voice wash over him. He doesn't.

There's a hallway on the right and he follows it. He turns left as he reaches the corner and there are some sort of stalls in the wall, no doors stopping him from entering one of them. There's some sort of a boiler still attached to the wall and Jared takes some time to look at it closely. He's bending down to see the inscription near its bottom when he hears footsteps behind him. He straightens up hastily and turns around only to find Jensen's standing at the doorway.

"Hey," he says, voice low and private, and comes in. Jared takes a few steps back but his retreat is stopped abruptly when he feels his back hit the rough, cold wall. Jensen doesn't stop moving until he's invading Jared's personal space, all but pressing against him. He doesn't break their eye contact as he leans on his palms placed just above Jared's shoulders.

He is so close. Jared can feel his breath against his cheek when he leans in just an inch closer and whispers, "Scared?"

"N-no," Jared chokes out.

The truth is, he's terrified. His heart is beating frantically all the way up in his throat but he just can't look away. He's afraid of what Jensen will do next. He's scared Jensen would just walk away before he...

Jensen lowers his eyes a little, moves slightly, shifting his weight on one hand, and lets the other curl around Jared's neck. The fingers burn on Jared's skin as they make their way into his hair, damp and curling at the ends with sweat. The thumb gently traces the ridge of his collar bone.

Jared closes his eyes shutting out everything but that sensation on his skin. He lets his head fall back against the wall. It's getting hard to breathe when his mouth feel like cotton. He licks his lips without thinking. He hears Jensen gasp and there's a leg coming in between his thighs, pressing against him. He's hard, he realises. It surprises him even more that Jensen is too. His hips jerk involuntarily into the pressure, searching for more, hands clawing into the concrete behind him looking for support his knees are failing to provide.

Jensen's hand comes up from his neck to cup his cheek and he says, "Look at me."

Jared opens his eyes, lets them stray to Jensen's lips.

"Jay," Jensen says as his thumb catches Jared's bottom lip, "can I..."

"Yeah," Jared barely breathes and then Jensen kisses him.

It's not more than a ghost touch of lips on lips, Jensen's soft and slick with saliva, warm against Jared's dry and unmoving. It's a kiss that lasts for an eternity and ends entirely too soon when Jensen pulls away, before Jared can even think to kiss back.

Jared's whole body shivers with the loss of Jensen's body heat as he steps away.

"I'm sorry," he says shaking his head, not looking at Jared. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Jared reaches out to him thinking Jen and please and stay and Jensen, but Jensen turns away in an attempt to get out. It's not before Jensen runs into him that Jared notices Chris standing at the doorway. He can see Jensen's trying to come up with some, any explanation, but he suspects his mind is just as blank as Jared's. Chris doesn't insist on one, just says, "The rain stopped." He turns to leave, then throws a look over his shoulder. "Jensen?"

"I'm coming," Jensen snaps and all but runs out.

Jared trails behind, disappointment and embarrassment washing him over as he wonders what he did wrong. It's his fault Jensen got mad, he's sure, and he doesn't know how to fix it. He should've spoken, he should've said something, he should've told Jensen it was all right. But he didn't and now he doesn't know if he'll ever get him back.


no way!!

Date: 2009-06-29 11:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] antarshakes.livejournal.com
(im referring to granting our pleads of you keeping this story up!)

I love you.
I'll just keep asking for more you know that right?

Re: no way!!

Date: 2009-06-29 11:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
I did, I know. *facepalm* I'm weak, okay? And, y'know, flattery will get you anywhere. :P

Obviously, there will be more. I can't just leave it like this, can I? :)

Thank you for coming back and reading.

Date: 2009-06-29 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crayolacat89.livejournal.com
gah, you're an amazing writer!!!!!!!!!!

i love underage!jared and jensen. you you write it superbly.


--crickets chirping--

i can't believe i just said superbly. i don't even know if i spelt that right. SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME???

i loved this!!! will you friend me? and do more? either? both would be better!!!

*puppy eyes*

Date: 2009-06-29 01:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Oh wow, THANK YOU. *blushes* (And yes, that's how you spell it. :P)

And sure, friend away, why not. :)

Date: 2009-06-29 01:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] princesslanie.livejournal.com
ooooo like this lots n lots. your are gonna keep writing it please please.

Date: 2009-06-29 01:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Hahaha thanks.

And yes and no. Yes, there's more, but the boys grow up so quickly!. :(

Date: 2009-06-29 07:44 pm (UTC)
ext_37250: made by: dhamphir (Default)
From: [identity profile] princesslanie.livejournal.com
well when they grow up you can just write grown up things. lol.

Date: 2009-06-29 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Oh, I know. *smirks*

Date: 2009-06-29 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] build-the-moon.livejournal.com
*flails* YAY! There was more! And there will be more! You've made my day :)

Date: 2009-06-29 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
:DDD Thank you!

Date: 2009-06-29 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] book-choco-loco.livejournal.com
LALALA going to hell with you!

Date: 2009-06-29 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Yeah you are!

Date: 2009-06-29 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-refined.livejournal.com
I love that my pushy enabling cheerleading cannot even be partway blamed for this one almost as much as I love the ANGSTY BOYS and your fan-freaking-tastic sentence structure.

I just love it. And you.

Poor Jared :(

Date: 2009-06-29 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Just because I didn't explicitly say so, it doesn't mean it's not your fault. From now on, lets just say it's implied, okay?

Oh and [my] fan-freaking-tastic sentence structure comes from not knowing the inner workings of English language. \o/

I love you back.

Date: 2009-06-29 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexanderjones.livejournal.com

You relly did it!!! And nonetheless It's not even finished...

LUV U babe, thanks a lot for this sweet and tense little piece of heaven.

See u soon




Date: 2009-06-29 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2009-06-30 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-v-nessa.livejournal.com
You shocked me at the end with Chris standing there! O_O I can't believe you left it like that!! :P

Date: 2009-06-30 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Um, sorry? :)

Date: 2009-06-30 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] supernatangel67.livejournal.com
This was great!!! But you can't leave it there!!!!!! More please

Date: 2009-06-30 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Thanks (and of course I can leave it like that :P)!

Date: 2009-06-30 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samazon13.livejournal.com
I'm soooo glad you wrote a sequel, and yes, you must now write some more. See what happens when you feed the hungry beasts? ;)
Amazing UST in this story and the first one, and I can't wait to see where you take it next!
Thanks for writing and for sharing!

Date: 2009-06-30 08:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Thank you for your lovely comment. I'm glad you enjoyed this.

Date: 2009-06-30 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] country_bee.livejournal.com
YOU WROTE MORE!! Squee!! Thank you! ...it's not too soon to start begging for the next part right? Of course not! I WANT MORE!!...PLEASE?!

OMG this was so fantastic! Aw torn Jensen :( ...he probably feels like a perv...which I fully understand, I still feel super bad for thinking Dean Forrester is a cutie. *hangs head*. And poor angsty Jared ♥ (I love angsty Jared) and now Chris knows! OMG! I hope he doesn't start trouble.

btw I hope you don't mind but I'm going to friend you, because I almost missed this part..and that can not happen! I must find out what happens!

Date: 2009-06-30 08:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Aw torn Jensen :(
Yeah, but still, he's screwing it up so badly. He's not my fave at the moment.

Friend away, it's flattering, really. :)

Thanks for the lovely comment!

Date: 2009-06-30 08:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] country_bee.livejournal.com
Aw, don't hate on Jensen, it can't be easy crushing on 13 year old. :( He's doing the best he can. *nods* I'm sure he'll be awesome next time. :D right?...maybe? *now is worried* *g*

Date: 2009-06-30 08:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
I really can't say anything at this point... *shifty eyes*

Date: 2009-06-30 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sho-sick.livejournal.com


Date: 2009-06-30 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sho-sick.livejournal.com
also u changed ur layout! it is pink now, heee! u are the cutest <3

Date: 2009-06-30 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
I did! It's pink! IDEK, MAN!

Date: 2009-06-30 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com

Date: 2009-06-30 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elless18.livejournal.com
That is so freaking adorable. I love how Jared's all confused and fumbling and unsure of himself. So cute! :D

Date: 2009-07-01 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
Aw, thanks!

Date: 2009-07-01 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dserene1.livejournal.com
Oh, this is fabulous! [See icon]
I'm so glad you continued it.
If I add heaps of flattery to the pile will you write more?

Date: 2009-07-01 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krisd81.livejournal.com
LMAO It won't be necessary (but it wouldn't hurt either :P ). I'm wrapping it up eventually.

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2009-09-03 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gringa-n-mexico.livejournal.com
Darling you have an adoring fan base, I LOVE seeing people compliment you and you TAKING them! Super congrats you fan-fricking-tastic sentence structure gal (i loved that persons comment) !!
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