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alovethingTitle: a glorious waste of time
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Misha
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 4,500
Warnings: Slightly underage sex and drinking. (They're all 17/18.)
Disclaimer: Look up the word ‘fiction’ in the dictionary. You will not find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: Misha is new in town, and when Jared invites him to a party he accepts, despite the rumors he's heard around school about Jared and that Jensen guy he's always hanging out with. What he doesn't count on, however, is being the only guest.
Notes: So, last night this happened. It was inspired by this photo shoot in a roundabout way. Thanks, TV Guide! And thanks tokamikaze_redux for the speedy beta. ♥
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Misha isn’t even sure what he’s doing here.
He’s been in this town for a month, long enough to cement the fact that he’s a) socially awkward and b) easily bored. He hasn’t really made any friends, but that’s okay, because he knows that he’s a bit odd and his fellow seventeen-year-olds don’t really “get him”.
On Friday afternoon, just when he was nearly out of his mind with the prospect of another boring weekend, Jared Padalecki had sauntered up to him in the hall. He was all limbs and lazy grins, and when he invited Misha to a party he was having that night, he just couldn’t refuse.
Misha knows of Jared, of course. Everybody knows Jared, and everyone knows that he comes in a package deal with Jensen Ackles. There’s all sorts of rumors about them going around the school, perpetuated enough that even a social outcast like Misha hears them, but they’re just too nice and goddamn good-looking not to be popular.
So Misha accepts Jared’s invitation even though the pleased little smirk that Jared sends his way does funny things to his insides.
And now here he is, ringing Jared Padalecki’s doorbell just after dusk on a Friday night. Jensen answers the door, smiling when he sees him, and Misha tries not to look nervous.
“Misha Collins,” Jensen says as he leans against the doorjamb. He’s holding a beer between two dexterous fingers, ankles crossed as he eyes him up and down. Misha swallows hard, instinctually licking his lips. “Glad you could make it.”
Jensen looks much older than eighteen, hair all sex-ruffled and strong jaw covered in stubble. It’s all juxtaposed by his pretty face and moss-green eyes, all wrapped up in a package that sets Misha’s blood on fire.
He doesn’t like labels. If someone’s hot, they’re hot and Misha thinks about them naked. Not that Misha has ever really acted on any of his desires. The whole socially awkward thing doesn’t really do much for his sex life.
He knows that standing on the porch thinking about his unfortunately non-existent sex life isn’t the best idea, especially when Jared shows up at Jensen’s side. He reaches out and drags Misha in for a hug, nose tucked under the curve of Jared’s jaw so he can smell the sweet, sharp boy-scent of him.
Jared drags him inside and it takes Misha a second to notice how quiet it is. There’s music playing low on the stereo and a few bottles of booze on the coffee table, but not another soul around.
“Uh, am I early?” Misha asks as he glances around. “You said the party started at eight, right?”
“You’re just in time,” Jared says with a too-sweet grin, lips stretched wide and so pink. Jensen saunters up to him, curling around his back to lean in and rest his chin on Misha’s shoulder.
“You are the party,” Jensen says in a silky whisper, and he pulls away to walk over to the sofa. Misha swallows hard, turning questioning eyes to Jared.
“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” Jared says, and that good old boy smile is just too innocent to trust. “Get to know you a little.”
Misha watches as Jared walks up to Jensen, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Jensen smirks, eyes on Misha as he takes a long pull from his beer bottle. Jesus, that mouth. Jared pushes Jensen down onto the couch and sits down next to him, slouched down so his legs stretch out for miles across the carpeted floor.
“Sit down,” Jared says as he grabs a beer and uses it to gesture at the empty chair next to the sofa. “Have a beer.”
“Relax, Misha,” Jensen says, and damn, one voice shouldn’t be so sexy. “We don’t bite.”
Jensen grins, displaying a row of perfect white teeth, and Misha’s knees weaken for a moment before he stumbles over to the chair. He’s barely sitting down before Jared is cracking a beer open and handing it over. Their fingers brush as Misha takes it and Jared pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, watching as Misha slams back half the bottle in one go.
“So, Misha,” Jensen says as he settles back against the sofa. He’s too close to Jared to be casual, and Misha’s breath quickens as he extends an arm along the back of the sofa, fingers brushing Jared’s shoulder. “How do you like this quaint little town of ours?”
“Uh,” Misha says eloquently. His throat goes dry as Jared’s giant, long-fingered hand falls to rest on Jensen’s thigh. He opens his legs a bit to accommodate him, and Jared’s fingers slide up his inseam as easy as breathing, neither of them looking away from Misha’s face. “It’s kinda boring as hell.”
“That’s true,” Jensen says with a husky laugh, fingers tracing the shell of Jared’s ear. Misha watches as Jared’s eyes go dark, lids growing heavy even as he keeps his gaze fixed on Misha. “You sort of have to find your own fun.”
“So I guess the rumors about you guys are true,” Misha says, feeling bold in a way that has nothing to do with the empty beer in his hand, and everything to do with the soft swell of his dick between his legs. Jensen raises an eyebrow, plump lips curving up in a smirk. Jared grins like the cat that got the goddamn cream, tilted eyes dark and hungry as his pink tongue flicks out to wet his lips.
“Looks like he caught us.” Jensen leans in to nudge Jared’s jaw with his nose, and Jared turns to catch his mouth in a kiss. Misha drops the empty beer bottle in his hand and it clatters across the floor as Jensen’s tongue sneaks out to dip into Jared’s mouth, hand snaking under his shirt. The material bunches up to reveal sharply defined abs, and Misha’s throat goes dry. Jared fucking groans at something Jensen does, hips arching up for a second before he pulls away.
They both look at Misha, heads tipped together and mouths shiny with saliva. Misha’s heart is pounding, dick pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He forces a calm expression onto his face and smoothes his hands down his thighs.
“Something tells me that you two didn’t invite me over to play Scrabble,” Misha says as he leans forward to grab another beer. Jensen leans in to curl his fingers around Misha’s wrist, and he looks up into a pair of wicked green eyes. “You have freckles, goddamnit.”
Jensen lets out a deep chuckle and drags Misha forward. Jared catches him by the hips and tugs, and then suddenly he’s in Jared’s lap. His knees are bracketing Jared’s thighs and his hands are on Misha’s hips. He can’t help the soft moan that falls from his lips when Jared’s hands dip under his shirt to find his skin.
“Mm, yeah, come here,” Jensen says, voice low in his ear. His hand is on Misha’s jaw and then suddenly they’re kissing. He’s twisted on Jared’s lap, leaning into the warm curve of Jensen’s arm as Jensen licks into his mouth. He hears Jared groan, feels his hot dick against Misha’s thigh, and he can’t help but whimper into Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen grabs the back of his head and kisses him harder, licking at the roof of his mouth as Jared leans in to lick and suck at his jaw. Misha’s never kissed a boy before, and now he’s kissing two. It’s stupid and wonderful and when Jared grabs him by the chin to pull him away from Jensen’s mouth to kiss him himself, he just goes with it.
Jared kisses like Jensen almost, deep and filthy with rolling thrusts of his tongue. Jensen’s plush mouth is on his ear, hands fucking everywhere, and Misha grinds down instinctively against Jared’s hip.
“You ever been with a guy before?” Jensen asks hotly, nipping at the fleshy lobe of Misha’s ear. “Please say no.”
“You’ll have to excuse Jensen,” Jared pants after tearing his mouth away from Misha’s. “He’s a sexual deviant.”
“Says the guy that asked his boyfriend if they could have a playdate with the hot new guy from school,” Jensen says with a smirk as he slides his hand up the back of Misha’s shirt. He looks back up at Misha, smirking deviously. “Answer the question, new guy.”
“No,” Misha breathes. “Haven’t – I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Fuck,” Jensen grunts, and then surges up to kiss him again. Misha lets out a soft noise and falls into the kiss, reaching up to curl his fingers around the back of Jensen’s neck. “You’re so goddamn hot.”
Misha doesn’t even realize that he’s rolling his hips until Jared is pulling them apart. Misha whimpers before he can help himself and then his shirt’s being pulled over his head. He shivers slightly as the cool air hits his skin, and his head barely has time to spin before Jensen’s kissing him again. Jared’s mouth is on his chest, tongue curling around his nipple. He bites down and Misha pulls away from Jensen’s mouth with a sharp grunt.
“This is insane,” Misha breathes. He has one arm around Jensen’s shoulders and his other hand clutching the back of Jared’s neck. They both grin up at him and he feels dizzy, drunk with lust, and his eyes widen a bit when Jensen works his way out of his blazer. He undoes the buttons of his shirt and he barely has time to get it off before Misha is tipping forward.
Jensen falls back onto the sofa and Misha goes with him, gasping as their bare chests come into contact. He slips between Jensen’s legs and kisses him again, instantly addicted to the feeling of Jensen’s lips on his.
He nearly forgets about Jared until he feels the larger boy against his back, his arms going around either side of him to prop himself up on the sofa. It smashes Misha between them, flushes him with heat as he’s surrounded by skin. Their legs are all tangled together and Misha grunts as Jensen pulls away from their kiss.
Jared leans in, flattening Misha even further against Jensen’s chest as they kiss. Misha rests his forehead against Jensen’s shoulder, panting heavily and letting out a low moan as Jared thrusts his clothed hips against Misha’s ass.
“Misha,” Jared whispers against his shoulder, scraping his teeth across the skin. “Are you enjoying the party?”
“Hnngh,” Misha manages, and Jensen chuckles throatily as his arms go around them both.
“I like him,” Jensen says happily, and Jared thrusts against him again. “I’d like him better naked with that mouth on my cock.”
“Jesus.” Misha groans, turning his head to find Jared’s mouth, sucking on his tongue before Jared’s pulling away. A few quick twists and suddenly they’re all on the floor, sprawled out and wanting.
“Want that, Misha?” Jared asks hotly as he slides his hand over the bulge at the front of Misha’s jeans. He hears a zipper and he doesn’t even know whose it is, he’s so out of it. “Want to suck my boyfriend’s dick?”
“Is that a trick question?” Misha pants, and Jared chuckles against the curve of his jaw. “I’ve never done it before.”
“Jensen gets off on that, the sick bastard.” Jared grins and licks at the corner of Misha’s mouth. “I want to watch you two together, so goddamn hot.”
Misha takes a breath and opens his eyes to see Jensen completely naked, thighs parted and dick flushed and curving towards his belly button. “Shit,” Misha whispers, and Jared licks at his jaw before biting down softly.
“He’s so fuckin’ pretty, huh?” Jared whispers in his ear, hot and moist, and Misha shudders. “Tastes so good, too. You’ll never want to stop.”
Jared guides Misha down between Jensen’s legs, reaching out to curl his fingers around Jensen’s cock, stroking just enough to make him moan.
“Go ahead, Misha,” Jared urges gently, kissing him again. “He’s waiting for you.”
Misha’s hips jerk and he looks up at Jensen, at his bright green eyes and the flush on his skin. He licks his lips and smirks at Misha, rolling his hips up. Misha just can’t take it anymore, the want clawing at his belly, the saliva pooling under his tongue, and he leans down to suck the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth.
The three of them moan at the same time, all different pitches and volumes, and Jared’s fingers curl around the back of Misha’s neck as he gets the taste of Jensen on his tongue.
“Fuck,” Jensen grunts. He reaches down and tangles his fingers in Misha’s hair, tugging slightly as Misha pulls more of him into his mouth. Jared’s hand is still gripping the base and Misha covers it with his own, pulling their joined hands up until Misha’s sucking greedily at the slit, tongue digging in. “You’re a fuckin’ natural, jesus.”
Jared pulls his hand away and slinks down, fitting himself against Misha’s back. He kisses at the nape of his neck, tongue working its way down Misha’s spine until he’s biting at the dip at his lower back. He snakes his arms around Misha to undo his jeans, gripping the waistband to pull them down along with his underwear.
Misha wriggles his way out of his jeans, hands curled around Jensen’s hips as he bobs messily up and down on his dick, spit dripping down to coat his fingers. Misha loves this, the taste and the stretch of his lips around Jensen’s thick cock. He slides his hand up Jensen’s flat stomach, fingertips digging in as he sucks Jensen even deeper.
“Such a hot ass,” Jared murmurs against the base of his spine, and Misha pulls off of Jensen’s cock with a yelp. Jared’s mouth is on his ass, fingers spreading him open as he blows hot against his hole. “Can I fuck you, Misha?”
“Oh god,” Misha pants against Jared’s hip. “Oh fuck, oh shit.”
“I think you broke him,” Jensen says with a rough chuckle. A hand cups his cheek and Misha looks up to see Jensen grinning down at him, thumb tracing Misha’s swollen lips. “You should say yes. He’s really good at it.”
“You flatter me,” Jared says warmly, fingers teasing at Misha’s entrance. He clenches his ass and tightens his grip on Jensen’s cock as he pulls himself up onto his hands and knees. “Jesus, you’re hot. Want inside you so goddamn bad.”
“Yeah,” Misha finally breathes. “Yeah, Jared. Fuck me.”
“Yes,” Jensen breathes, dragging his nails gently across Misha’s scalp. “Mm, you’re gonna love this.”
“I’m sure,” Misha chuckles. He looks over his shoulder at Jared, breath quickening at just how turned on he looks. He did that. Well, him and Jensen. But he definitely helped. “Just remember I’ve never – “
“Shh, I got you,” Jared says as he presses a kiss to the swell of his ass. “Gonna make you feel so goddamn good.”
“Mm, come here,” Jensen says, scooting down underneath Misha until he can get at his mouth again. Jensen kisses him as Jared leans in to lick at his asshole, teeth scraping against the tight muscle. Misha jerks and gasps into Jensen’s mouth, looking down at him in awe. “Feel good?”
Misha nods and Jensen smiles before kissing him again, tugging at his bottom lip as Jared rims him. It’s by far the most intimate thing he’s ever felt, the dirtiest thing he’s ever done. But then again, this whole night isn’t exactly the norm.
Jared’s mouth falls away from Misha’s ass and he whimpers at the loss. He doesn’t have too long to mourn, because soon Jared is back and rubbing at Misha’s entrance with a slick fingertip. His other hand rests at the small of Misha’s back and he slowly slides a finger inside, not stopping until it’s in as far as it can go. Misha lets out a full-body shudder and clenches down instinctively as a moan falls from his lips.
“So fucking tight,” Jared moans, leaning in to lick around his finger. Misha opens his eyes to see Jensen staring up at him, and Misha’s arms tremble as he struggles to keep himself propped up.
“Feels amazing, right?” Jensen asks roughly, sliding his hand down Misha’s chest to wrap around his dick. “I remember the first time I let Jared finger me. I thought I was gonna die, it felt so good.”
Words fail Misha in that moment, and all he can do is moan deeply as Jared slides a second finger inside along the first. It pinches, a dull burn that makes him hiss, and Jensen tugs on his cock to distract him. Jared moves his fingers in and out, tongue licking around and between them, and Misha has never felt so much pleasure in his life.
“Just wait,” Jensen says as he pets at his hair. His lips brush Misha’s jaw as he talks, and his voice turns him on nearly as much as Jared’s fingers in his ass. “He’s gonna get you all wet and open, and then he’s gonna fuck you. His dick is so big, Misha. You’ll love it. Can’t wait to see your face when he pushes inside you.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Misha pants, and Jensen chuckles against his skin.
“That’s the plan,” Jared responds wickedly, and knocks Misha’s legs further apart before adding a third finger. Misha twitches and drops his head to Jensen’s shoulder, pushing back against Jared’s hand. He brushes a spot inside of him that makes him cry out sharply, and Jensen’s arms go tighter around his shoulders. “Ah, there it is.”
“More, Jared, shit.” Jared chuckles against his back and Jensen sucks a bruise into the junction of his neck and shoulder, fingers still twisted in his hair. “Fuck me.”
“Do it, Jared,” Jensen adds, and Jared lets out a groan. His fingers twist inside of Misha, brushing that spot again before pulling them out. Misha whines as his ass clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled. “He wants it so bad. I can see it on his face.”
Jared pulls away completely and Jensen pulls Misha down to lay between his legs, their cocks brushing together. They both gasp and Jensen kisses him soundly, one arm going tight around him. Misha’s trembling slightly, and he isn’t sure if it’s from nerves, desire, or both.
Jared is suddenly behind him, one hand curling around his hip as he positions himself. He feels the slick latex press of Jared’s cock against his hole and Misha swallows hard.
“Ready?” Jensen asks breathily, and Misha nods. Jensen lifts his legs to wrap them loosely around Jared’s thighs, pulling Misha tighter against his body. Jared’s fingers squeeze his hip again and then he’s pushing in, the head of his dick breeching the first ring of muscle. Misha jerks at the intrusion, at the sharp burning sensation, and Jensen works his hand slowly on Misha’s cock to distract him. “I know it hurts,” he says between gentle kisses. “Give it a second.”
Misha nods and looks over his shoulder at Jared, who leans forward to curl his fingers under his chin. Misha kisses his palm before turning back to Jensen. He crashes their mouths together as Jared slides in deeper, and Misha is so busy sucking on Jensen’s tongue that he barely notices the burn. He pulls away to gasp when Jared’s all the way inside, hips snug against Misha’s ass.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” Misha moans, grinding back against Jared and whimpering at the feeling of being so full. “You’re so goddamn big.”
“You feel so good, Misha,” Jared moans, pulling almost all of the way out and making Misha cry out when he buries himself again.
“Better than me?” Jensen asks with a smirk, groaning a bit when Misha rolls his hips down into his.
“It ain’t a contest, baby,” Jared says with a throaty chuckle, and Misha knows that he’s in the presence of a deep bond. Jensen is looking over Misha’s shoulder, presumably at his boyfriend, and there are practically stars in his eyes. Misha idly wonders if they’ve done this before or if he’s the first one to be invited into their little world. All thoughts are erased from his mind when Jared starts fucking him in earnest, hips snapping forward with enough force to make Misha slip to his elbows.
“Hi,” Jensen says as Misha’s face dips lower, closer to his, and Misha moans brokenly into his open mouth. “You should see your face. Told you he was good.”
Jared grabs Misha’s hips and shoves him down a little, making him rock forward into Jensen’s hips. All three of them moan and Misha gets the idea, rolling forward against Jensen’s dick before pushing back to meet Jared’s thrusts.
They move in perfect sync. Misha lets Jared and Jensen manipulate his body, pushing and tugging him where they need him to be, and Misha trusts their instincts. He feels Jared fucking into him, Jensen’s dick leaving slick trails in the groove of his hip, and both of their mouths hot and wet on his skin.
Misha gives himself over to them completely, trusting them to keep him whole. He’s out of his mind with pleasure, and then Jensen reaches between them to wrap his hand around both of their dicks and squeeze.
“Mm, Misha,” Jared breathes as he pulls out so slow. Misha mewls when Jared shoves back in, mouth falling open. “I bet Jensen’s close by now. Want to bring him off with your mouth?”
Jensen groans and Misha shudders at the thought of being stuffed full at both ends by these beautiful boys, letting them use him completely. He manages to nod, licking his lips as Jensen curses softly and slides up the floor. As soon as his dick’s in sight, Misha gets his hand around it and sucks it greedily into his mouth.
“Shit,” Jensen groans, one hand going to the back of Misha’s head as he props himself up. He curls forward and Misha gets squashed between them for a moment as they kiss, dicks buried deep inside him. Jensen leans back and cups Misha’s cheek, rolling his hips up into Misha’s mouth. “’M close, baby. Fuck, gonna – “
Misha moans as pulls up to suck greedily on the head of Jensen’s dick, tongue teasing at the bundle of nerves just underneath. Jensen cries out loudly and his cock gets impossibly hard in Misha’s fist. The first shot of come takes him by surprise and he swallows it hungrily, moaning at the bitter taste. He sucks on Jensen’s dick until he has to push him away, too sensitive to stand it any longer.
“Jesus,” Jensen moans, running his thumb over Misha’s spit-puffy lips. “Jared, lift him up.”
Misha doesn’t have time to ponder what that means before Jared is grabbing him around the shoulders and pulling him up. He settles back on Jared’s thighs, getting with the picture and clumsily lifting himself up and down on Jared’s dick. Jensen leans in and kisses him, licking the taste of himself out of Misha’s mouth. Jensen twists their heads a little and Jared joins in on the kiss, tonguing at their joined lips before pulling away to fuck up into Misha in short little bursts.
Misha lets out a garbled moan as Jensen dips his head, taking Misha’s dick between his lips. Jensen’s mouth is ridiculous, hot and tight, and Misha barely has time to get his hand in Jensen’s hair before he’s tugging on it in warning. Jensen just hums happily and Misha lets his head fall back against Jared’s shoulder as he comes down Jensen’s throat, hips twitching with each burst.
“Jesus,” Jared moans, and when Jensen moves out of the way he shoves Misha back down onto his hands and knees. He fucks into him hard and fast, making Misha dizzy with it. He can barely get a breath in and Jensen surges up onto his knees. Jared’s hips stutter for a moment and Misha knows that they’re kissing, wishes he had the energy to turn his head and see.
Misha drops down onto his elbows, ass tilting up as he lets Jared fuck into him. He surges forward to grab Misha by the shoulder, pulling him back against his cock even harder. Misha groans, reaching back to grab Jared’s hip, and that’s when he buries himself deep and comes with a loud shout.
Misha smiles lazily at the sound, moaning when he feels Jared’s dick pulsing inside of him. Jensen lets out an appreciative sound, hand slipping down Misha’s sweaty back as Jared pulls out.
The three of them collapse into a pile on the floor, and Misha uses the last of his energy to roll over onto his back. Jared and Jensen curl up on either side of him, resting their heads on Misha’s heaving chest. Jensen reaches up to touch Jared’s cheek, and Jared kisses his forehead.
They’re quiet for a long time, and Misha’s eyelids feel too heavy to open when Jensen finally speaks.
“How do you feel?” He asks, and Misha hums thoughtfully.
“Fucked out,” Misha rasps, and Jared chuckles against his skin. “Sore. Great.”
“Great party, babe,” Jared says as he leans in to kiss Jensen on the mouth. Misha watches them, watches the way Jensen gently tucks Jared’s hair behind his ear. They’re obviously in love, and the question tumbles out of Misha’s mouth before he can even think to stop it.
“Is this something that you guys do?” Jared and Jensen turn their heads to look at his face, and Jensen reaches up to touch his index finger to Misha’s swollen lips. “Have you been with anyone else?”
“Nah, you’re the first,” Jensen says with a lazy smirk. “You looked like a lot of fun.”
“And we weren’t wrong,” Jared adds with a grin. “Mm, it’s still early. Wonder how much more fun we could have.”
“Imagine the possibilities,” Jensen says with a quirk of his brow, and then they’re kissing right in front of Misha’s face. They turn their heads after a while, both of them kissing Misha’s mouth, and his cock twitches feebly.
They get up and pull Misha upstairs to tumble down onto a soft bed, and then they start all over again.
Misha leaves the next morning sore all over and covered in hickeys, and he honestly doesn’t know if this is something that will ever happen again. Jared and Jensen are obviously in love, and they like Misha, sure, but he doesn’t really see himself fitting into that.
Misha decides that he’ll be fine if it was just a onetime thing, but then Jared comes up to him after fifth period two Fridays later with a wicked smirk on his lips and tells him that Jensen is having a party that night and that they want him to come.
And well, Misha wouldn’t miss it for the world.
♥
Author:
_mournthewickedPairing: Jared/Jensen/Misha
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 4,500
Warnings: Slightly underage sex and drinking. (They're all 17/18.)
Disclaimer: Look up the word ‘fiction’ in the dictionary. You will not find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: Misha is new in town, and when Jared invites him to a party he accepts, despite the rumors he's heard around school about Jared and that Jensen guy he's always hanging out with. What he doesn't count on, however, is being the only guest.
Notes: So, last night this happened. It was inspired by this photo shoot in a roundabout way. Thanks, TV Guide! And thanks to
kamikaze_redux for the speedy beta. ♥[pdf version]
Misha isn’t even sure what he’s doing here.
He’s been in this town for a month, long enough to cement the fact that he’s a) socially awkward and b) easily bored. He hasn’t really made any friends, but that’s okay, because he knows that he’s a bit odd and his fellow seventeen-year-olds don’t really “get him”.
On Friday afternoon, just when he was nearly out of his mind with the prospect of another boring weekend, Jared Padalecki had sauntered up to him in the hall. He was all limbs and lazy grins, and when he invited Misha to a party he was having that night, he just couldn’t refuse.
Misha knows of Jared, of course. Everybody knows Jared, and everyone knows that he comes in a package deal with Jensen Ackles. There’s all sorts of rumors about them going around the school, perpetuated enough that even a social outcast like Misha hears them, but they’re just too nice and goddamn good-looking not to be popular.
So Misha accepts Jared’s invitation even though the pleased little smirk that Jared sends his way does funny things to his insides.
And now here he is, ringing Jared Padalecki’s doorbell just after dusk on a Friday night. Jensen answers the door, smiling when he sees him, and Misha tries not to look nervous.
“Misha Collins,” Jensen says as he leans against the doorjamb. He’s holding a beer between two dexterous fingers, ankles crossed as he eyes him up and down. Misha swallows hard, instinctually licking his lips. “Glad you could make it.”
Jensen looks much older than eighteen, hair all sex-ruffled and strong jaw covered in stubble. It’s all juxtaposed by his pretty face and moss-green eyes, all wrapped up in a package that sets Misha’s blood on fire.
He doesn’t like labels. If someone’s hot, they’re hot and Misha thinks about them naked. Not that Misha has ever really acted on any of his desires. The whole socially awkward thing doesn’t really do much for his sex life.
He knows that standing on the porch thinking about his unfortunately non-existent sex life isn’t the best idea, especially when Jared shows up at Jensen’s side. He reaches out and drags Misha in for a hug, nose tucked under the curve of Jared’s jaw so he can smell the sweet, sharp boy-scent of him.
Jared drags him inside and it takes Misha a second to notice how quiet it is. There’s music playing low on the stereo and a few bottles of booze on the coffee table, but not another soul around.
“Uh, am I early?” Misha asks as he glances around. “You said the party started at eight, right?”
“You’re just in time,” Jared says with a too-sweet grin, lips stretched wide and so pink. Jensen saunters up to him, curling around his back to lean in and rest his chin on Misha’s shoulder.
“You are the party,” Jensen says in a silky whisper, and he pulls away to walk over to the sofa. Misha swallows hard, turning questioning eyes to Jared.
“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” Jared says, and that good old boy smile is just too innocent to trust. “Get to know you a little.”
Misha watches as Jared walks up to Jensen, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Jensen smirks, eyes on Misha as he takes a long pull from his beer bottle. Jesus, that mouth. Jared pushes Jensen down onto the couch and sits down next to him, slouched down so his legs stretch out for miles across the carpeted floor.
“Sit down,” Jared says as he grabs a beer and uses it to gesture at the empty chair next to the sofa. “Have a beer.”
“Relax, Misha,” Jensen says, and damn, one voice shouldn’t be so sexy. “We don’t bite.”
Jensen grins, displaying a row of perfect white teeth, and Misha’s knees weaken for a moment before he stumbles over to the chair. He’s barely sitting down before Jared is cracking a beer open and handing it over. Their fingers brush as Misha takes it and Jared pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, watching as Misha slams back half the bottle in one go.
“So, Misha,” Jensen says as he settles back against the sofa. He’s too close to Jared to be casual, and Misha’s breath quickens as he extends an arm along the back of the sofa, fingers brushing Jared’s shoulder. “How do you like this quaint little town of ours?”
“Uh,” Misha says eloquently. His throat goes dry as Jared’s giant, long-fingered hand falls to rest on Jensen’s thigh. He opens his legs a bit to accommodate him, and Jared’s fingers slide up his inseam as easy as breathing, neither of them looking away from Misha’s face. “It’s kinda boring as hell.”
“That’s true,” Jensen says with a husky laugh, fingers tracing the shell of Jared’s ear. Misha watches as Jared’s eyes go dark, lids growing heavy even as he keeps his gaze fixed on Misha. “You sort of have to find your own fun.”
“So I guess the rumors about you guys are true,” Misha says, feeling bold in a way that has nothing to do with the empty beer in his hand, and everything to do with the soft swell of his dick between his legs. Jensen raises an eyebrow, plump lips curving up in a smirk. Jared grins like the cat that got the goddamn cream, tilted eyes dark and hungry as his pink tongue flicks out to wet his lips.
“Looks like he caught us.” Jensen leans in to nudge Jared’s jaw with his nose, and Jared turns to catch his mouth in a kiss. Misha drops the empty beer bottle in his hand and it clatters across the floor as Jensen’s tongue sneaks out to dip into Jared’s mouth, hand snaking under his shirt. The material bunches up to reveal sharply defined abs, and Misha’s throat goes dry. Jared fucking groans at something Jensen does, hips arching up for a second before he pulls away.
They both look at Misha, heads tipped together and mouths shiny with saliva. Misha’s heart is pounding, dick pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He forces a calm expression onto his face and smoothes his hands down his thighs.
“Something tells me that you two didn’t invite me over to play Scrabble,” Misha says as he leans forward to grab another beer. Jensen leans in to curl his fingers around Misha’s wrist, and he looks up into a pair of wicked green eyes. “You have freckles, goddamnit.”
Jensen lets out a deep chuckle and drags Misha forward. Jared catches him by the hips and tugs, and then suddenly he’s in Jared’s lap. His knees are bracketing Jared’s thighs and his hands are on Misha’s hips. He can’t help the soft moan that falls from his lips when Jared’s hands dip under his shirt to find his skin.
“Mm, yeah, come here,” Jensen says, voice low in his ear. His hand is on Misha’s jaw and then suddenly they’re kissing. He’s twisted on Jared’s lap, leaning into the warm curve of Jensen’s arm as Jensen licks into his mouth. He hears Jared groan, feels his hot dick against Misha’s thigh, and he can’t help but whimper into Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen grabs the back of his head and kisses him harder, licking at the roof of his mouth as Jared leans in to lick and suck at his jaw. Misha’s never kissed a boy before, and now he’s kissing two. It’s stupid and wonderful and when Jared grabs him by the chin to pull him away from Jensen’s mouth to kiss him himself, he just goes with it.
Jared kisses like Jensen almost, deep and filthy with rolling thrusts of his tongue. Jensen’s plush mouth is on his ear, hands fucking everywhere, and Misha grinds down instinctively against Jared’s hip.
“You ever been with a guy before?” Jensen asks hotly, nipping at the fleshy lobe of Misha’s ear. “Please say no.”
“You’ll have to excuse Jensen,” Jared pants after tearing his mouth away from Misha’s. “He’s a sexual deviant.”
“Says the guy that asked his boyfriend if they could have a playdate with the hot new guy from school,” Jensen says with a smirk as he slides his hand up the back of Misha’s shirt. He looks back up at Misha, smirking deviously. “Answer the question, new guy.”
“No,” Misha breathes. “Haven’t – I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Fuck,” Jensen grunts, and then surges up to kiss him again. Misha lets out a soft noise and falls into the kiss, reaching up to curl his fingers around the back of Jensen’s neck. “You’re so goddamn hot.”
Misha doesn’t even realize that he’s rolling his hips until Jared is pulling them apart. Misha whimpers before he can help himself and then his shirt’s being pulled over his head. He shivers slightly as the cool air hits his skin, and his head barely has time to spin before Jensen’s kissing him again. Jared’s mouth is on his chest, tongue curling around his nipple. He bites down and Misha pulls away from Jensen’s mouth with a sharp grunt.
“This is insane,” Misha breathes. He has one arm around Jensen’s shoulders and his other hand clutching the back of Jared’s neck. They both grin up at him and he feels dizzy, drunk with lust, and his eyes widen a bit when Jensen works his way out of his blazer. He undoes the buttons of his shirt and he barely has time to get it off before Misha is tipping forward.
Jensen falls back onto the sofa and Misha goes with him, gasping as their bare chests come into contact. He slips between Jensen’s legs and kisses him again, instantly addicted to the feeling of Jensen’s lips on his.
He nearly forgets about Jared until he feels the larger boy against his back, his arms going around either side of him to prop himself up on the sofa. It smashes Misha between them, flushes him with heat as he’s surrounded by skin. Their legs are all tangled together and Misha grunts as Jensen pulls away from their kiss.
Jared leans in, flattening Misha even further against Jensen’s chest as they kiss. Misha rests his forehead against Jensen’s shoulder, panting heavily and letting out a low moan as Jared thrusts his clothed hips against Misha’s ass.
“Misha,” Jared whispers against his shoulder, scraping his teeth across the skin. “Are you enjoying the party?”
“Hnngh,” Misha manages, and Jensen chuckles throatily as his arms go around them both.
“I like him,” Jensen says happily, and Jared thrusts against him again. “I’d like him better naked with that mouth on my cock.”
“Jesus.” Misha groans, turning his head to find Jared’s mouth, sucking on his tongue before Jared’s pulling away. A few quick twists and suddenly they’re all on the floor, sprawled out and wanting.
“Want that, Misha?” Jared asks hotly as he slides his hand over the bulge at the front of Misha’s jeans. He hears a zipper and he doesn’t even know whose it is, he’s so out of it. “Want to suck my boyfriend’s dick?”
“Is that a trick question?” Misha pants, and Jared chuckles against the curve of his jaw. “I’ve never done it before.”
“Jensen gets off on that, the sick bastard.” Jared grins and licks at the corner of Misha’s mouth. “I want to watch you two together, so goddamn hot.”
Misha takes a breath and opens his eyes to see Jensen completely naked, thighs parted and dick flushed and curving towards his belly button. “Shit,” Misha whispers, and Jared licks at his jaw before biting down softly.
“He’s so fuckin’ pretty, huh?” Jared whispers in his ear, hot and moist, and Misha shudders. “Tastes so good, too. You’ll never want to stop.”
Jared guides Misha down between Jensen’s legs, reaching out to curl his fingers around Jensen’s cock, stroking just enough to make him moan.
“Go ahead, Misha,” Jared urges gently, kissing him again. “He’s waiting for you.”
Misha’s hips jerk and he looks up at Jensen, at his bright green eyes and the flush on his skin. He licks his lips and smirks at Misha, rolling his hips up. Misha just can’t take it anymore, the want clawing at his belly, the saliva pooling under his tongue, and he leans down to suck the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth.
The three of them moan at the same time, all different pitches and volumes, and Jared’s fingers curl around the back of Misha’s neck as he gets the taste of Jensen on his tongue.
“Fuck,” Jensen grunts. He reaches down and tangles his fingers in Misha’s hair, tugging slightly as Misha pulls more of him into his mouth. Jared’s hand is still gripping the base and Misha covers it with his own, pulling their joined hands up until Misha’s sucking greedily at the slit, tongue digging in. “You’re a fuckin’ natural, jesus.”
Jared pulls his hand away and slinks down, fitting himself against Misha’s back. He kisses at the nape of his neck, tongue working its way down Misha’s spine until he’s biting at the dip at his lower back. He snakes his arms around Misha to undo his jeans, gripping the waistband to pull them down along with his underwear.
Misha wriggles his way out of his jeans, hands curled around Jensen’s hips as he bobs messily up and down on his dick, spit dripping down to coat his fingers. Misha loves this, the taste and the stretch of his lips around Jensen’s thick cock. He slides his hand up Jensen’s flat stomach, fingertips digging in as he sucks Jensen even deeper.
“Such a hot ass,” Jared murmurs against the base of his spine, and Misha pulls off of Jensen’s cock with a yelp. Jared’s mouth is on his ass, fingers spreading him open as he blows hot against his hole. “Can I fuck you, Misha?”
“Oh god,” Misha pants against Jared’s hip. “Oh fuck, oh shit.”
“I think you broke him,” Jensen says with a rough chuckle. A hand cups his cheek and Misha looks up to see Jensen grinning down at him, thumb tracing Misha’s swollen lips. “You should say yes. He’s really good at it.”
“You flatter me,” Jared says warmly, fingers teasing at Misha’s entrance. He clenches his ass and tightens his grip on Jensen’s cock as he pulls himself up onto his hands and knees. “Jesus, you’re hot. Want inside you so goddamn bad.”
“Yeah,” Misha finally breathes. “Yeah, Jared. Fuck me.”
“Yes,” Jensen breathes, dragging his nails gently across Misha’s scalp. “Mm, you’re gonna love this.”
“I’m sure,” Misha chuckles. He looks over his shoulder at Jared, breath quickening at just how turned on he looks. He did that. Well, him and Jensen. But he definitely helped. “Just remember I’ve never – “
“Shh, I got you,” Jared says as he presses a kiss to the swell of his ass. “Gonna make you feel so goddamn good.”
“Mm, come here,” Jensen says, scooting down underneath Misha until he can get at his mouth again. Jensen kisses him as Jared leans in to lick at his asshole, teeth scraping against the tight muscle. Misha jerks and gasps into Jensen’s mouth, looking down at him in awe. “Feel good?”
Misha nods and Jensen smiles before kissing him again, tugging at his bottom lip as Jared rims him. It’s by far the most intimate thing he’s ever felt, the dirtiest thing he’s ever done. But then again, this whole night isn’t exactly the norm.
Jared’s mouth falls away from Misha’s ass and he whimpers at the loss. He doesn’t have too long to mourn, because soon Jared is back and rubbing at Misha’s entrance with a slick fingertip. His other hand rests at the small of Misha’s back and he slowly slides a finger inside, not stopping until it’s in as far as it can go. Misha lets out a full-body shudder and clenches down instinctively as a moan falls from his lips.
“So fucking tight,” Jared moans, leaning in to lick around his finger. Misha opens his eyes to see Jensen staring up at him, and Misha’s arms tremble as he struggles to keep himself propped up.
“Feels amazing, right?” Jensen asks roughly, sliding his hand down Misha’s chest to wrap around his dick. “I remember the first time I let Jared finger me. I thought I was gonna die, it felt so good.”
Words fail Misha in that moment, and all he can do is moan deeply as Jared slides a second finger inside along the first. It pinches, a dull burn that makes him hiss, and Jensen tugs on his cock to distract him. Jared moves his fingers in and out, tongue licking around and between them, and Misha has never felt so much pleasure in his life.
“Just wait,” Jensen says as he pets at his hair. His lips brush Misha’s jaw as he talks, and his voice turns him on nearly as much as Jared’s fingers in his ass. “He’s gonna get you all wet and open, and then he’s gonna fuck you. His dick is so big, Misha. You’ll love it. Can’t wait to see your face when he pushes inside you.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Misha pants, and Jensen chuckles against his skin.
“That’s the plan,” Jared responds wickedly, and knocks Misha’s legs further apart before adding a third finger. Misha twitches and drops his head to Jensen’s shoulder, pushing back against Jared’s hand. He brushes a spot inside of him that makes him cry out sharply, and Jensen’s arms go tighter around his shoulders. “Ah, there it is.”
“More, Jared, shit.” Jared chuckles against his back and Jensen sucks a bruise into the junction of his neck and shoulder, fingers still twisted in his hair. “Fuck me.”
“Do it, Jared,” Jensen adds, and Jared lets out a groan. His fingers twist inside of Misha, brushing that spot again before pulling them out. Misha whines as his ass clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled. “He wants it so bad. I can see it on his face.”
Jared pulls away completely and Jensen pulls Misha down to lay between his legs, their cocks brushing together. They both gasp and Jensen kisses him soundly, one arm going tight around him. Misha’s trembling slightly, and he isn’t sure if it’s from nerves, desire, or both.
Jared is suddenly behind him, one hand curling around his hip as he positions himself. He feels the slick latex press of Jared’s cock against his hole and Misha swallows hard.
“Ready?” Jensen asks breathily, and Misha nods. Jensen lifts his legs to wrap them loosely around Jared’s thighs, pulling Misha tighter against his body. Jared’s fingers squeeze his hip again and then he’s pushing in, the head of his dick breeching the first ring of muscle. Misha jerks at the intrusion, at the sharp burning sensation, and Jensen works his hand slowly on Misha’s cock to distract him. “I know it hurts,” he says between gentle kisses. “Give it a second.”
Misha nods and looks over his shoulder at Jared, who leans forward to curl his fingers under his chin. Misha kisses his palm before turning back to Jensen. He crashes their mouths together as Jared slides in deeper, and Misha is so busy sucking on Jensen’s tongue that he barely notices the burn. He pulls away to gasp when Jared’s all the way inside, hips snug against Misha’s ass.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” Misha moans, grinding back against Jared and whimpering at the feeling of being so full. “You’re so goddamn big.”
“You feel so good, Misha,” Jared moans, pulling almost all of the way out and making Misha cry out when he buries himself again.
“Better than me?” Jensen asks with a smirk, groaning a bit when Misha rolls his hips down into his.
“It ain’t a contest, baby,” Jared says with a throaty chuckle, and Misha knows that he’s in the presence of a deep bond. Jensen is looking over Misha’s shoulder, presumably at his boyfriend, and there are practically stars in his eyes. Misha idly wonders if they’ve done this before or if he’s the first one to be invited into their little world. All thoughts are erased from his mind when Jared starts fucking him in earnest, hips snapping forward with enough force to make Misha slip to his elbows.
“Hi,” Jensen says as Misha’s face dips lower, closer to his, and Misha moans brokenly into his open mouth. “You should see your face. Told you he was good.”
Jared grabs Misha’s hips and shoves him down a little, making him rock forward into Jensen’s hips. All three of them moan and Misha gets the idea, rolling forward against Jensen’s dick before pushing back to meet Jared’s thrusts.
They move in perfect sync. Misha lets Jared and Jensen manipulate his body, pushing and tugging him where they need him to be, and Misha trusts their instincts. He feels Jared fucking into him, Jensen’s dick leaving slick trails in the groove of his hip, and both of their mouths hot and wet on his skin.
Misha gives himself over to them completely, trusting them to keep him whole. He’s out of his mind with pleasure, and then Jensen reaches between them to wrap his hand around both of their dicks and squeeze.
“Mm, Misha,” Jared breathes as he pulls out so slow. Misha mewls when Jared shoves back in, mouth falling open. “I bet Jensen’s close by now. Want to bring him off with your mouth?”
Jensen groans and Misha shudders at the thought of being stuffed full at both ends by these beautiful boys, letting them use him completely. He manages to nod, licking his lips as Jensen curses softly and slides up the floor. As soon as his dick’s in sight, Misha gets his hand around it and sucks it greedily into his mouth.
“Shit,” Jensen groans, one hand going to the back of Misha’s head as he props himself up. He curls forward and Misha gets squashed between them for a moment as they kiss, dicks buried deep inside him. Jensen leans back and cups Misha’s cheek, rolling his hips up into Misha’s mouth. “’M close, baby. Fuck, gonna – “
Misha moans as pulls up to suck greedily on the head of Jensen’s dick, tongue teasing at the bundle of nerves just underneath. Jensen cries out loudly and his cock gets impossibly hard in Misha’s fist. The first shot of come takes him by surprise and he swallows it hungrily, moaning at the bitter taste. He sucks on Jensen’s dick until he has to push him away, too sensitive to stand it any longer.
“Jesus,” Jensen moans, running his thumb over Misha’s spit-puffy lips. “Jared, lift him up.”
Misha doesn’t have time to ponder what that means before Jared is grabbing him around the shoulders and pulling him up. He settles back on Jared’s thighs, getting with the picture and clumsily lifting himself up and down on Jared’s dick. Jensen leans in and kisses him, licking the taste of himself out of Misha’s mouth. Jensen twists their heads a little and Jared joins in on the kiss, tonguing at their joined lips before pulling away to fuck up into Misha in short little bursts.
Misha lets out a garbled moan as Jensen dips his head, taking Misha’s dick between his lips. Jensen’s mouth is ridiculous, hot and tight, and Misha barely has time to get his hand in Jensen’s hair before he’s tugging on it in warning. Jensen just hums happily and Misha lets his head fall back against Jared’s shoulder as he comes down Jensen’s throat, hips twitching with each burst.
“Jesus,” Jared moans, and when Jensen moves out of the way he shoves Misha back down onto his hands and knees. He fucks into him hard and fast, making Misha dizzy with it. He can barely get a breath in and Jensen surges up onto his knees. Jared’s hips stutter for a moment and Misha knows that they’re kissing, wishes he had the energy to turn his head and see.
Misha drops down onto his elbows, ass tilting up as he lets Jared fuck into him. He surges forward to grab Misha by the shoulder, pulling him back against his cock even harder. Misha groans, reaching back to grab Jared’s hip, and that’s when he buries himself deep and comes with a loud shout.
Misha smiles lazily at the sound, moaning when he feels Jared’s dick pulsing inside of him. Jensen lets out an appreciative sound, hand slipping down Misha’s sweaty back as Jared pulls out.
The three of them collapse into a pile on the floor, and Misha uses the last of his energy to roll over onto his back. Jared and Jensen curl up on either side of him, resting their heads on Misha’s heaving chest. Jensen reaches up to touch Jared’s cheek, and Jared kisses his forehead.
They’re quiet for a long time, and Misha’s eyelids feel too heavy to open when Jensen finally speaks.
“How do you feel?” He asks, and Misha hums thoughtfully.
“Fucked out,” Misha rasps, and Jared chuckles against his skin. “Sore. Great.”
“Great party, babe,” Jared says as he leans in to kiss Jensen on the mouth. Misha watches them, watches the way Jensen gently tucks Jared’s hair behind his ear. They’re obviously in love, and the question tumbles out of Misha’s mouth before he can even think to stop it.
“Is this something that you guys do?” Jared and Jensen turn their heads to look at his face, and Jensen reaches up to touch his index finger to Misha’s swollen lips. “Have you been with anyone else?”
“Nah, you’re the first,” Jensen says with a lazy smirk. “You looked like a lot of fun.”
“And we weren’t wrong,” Jared adds with a grin. “Mm, it’s still early. Wonder how much more fun we could have.”
“Imagine the possibilities,” Jensen says with a quirk of his brow, and then they’re kissing right in front of Misha’s face. They turn their heads after a while, both of them kissing Misha’s mouth, and his cock twitches feebly.
They get up and pull Misha upstairs to tumble down onto a soft bed, and then they start all over again.
Misha leaves the next morning sore all over and covered in hickeys, and he honestly doesn’t know if this is something that will ever happen again. Jared and Jensen are obviously in love, and they like Misha, sure, but he doesn’t really see himself fitting into that.
Misha decides that he’ll be fine if it was just a onetime thing, but then Jared comes up to him after fifth period two Fridays later with a wicked smirk on his lips and tells him that Jensen is having a party that night and that they want him to come.
And well, Misha wouldn’t miss it for the world.
