My Mind Is A Kinky Place

SUPERNATURAL

Title: Summer Days
Rating: NC-17
Length:1,645
Warnings/kinks:Underage(Dean 19/ Sam 15)
Brief Summary:Sam and Dean stay at Bobby's for a summer and have to share a bed. Lots of snuggling.

MISFIRE

Jensen slid into the empty seat and smiled brightly at the other occupant of the table. “Sorry I’m late, had a doctor’s appointment.”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah. I’ve been feeling a bit off lately so I made an appointment.” Their conversation was interrupted by their waiter coming over.

“What would you two like to drink?”

“Pepsi.”

“Apple juice, please.” The waiter nodded left.

“Apple juice? Since when do you pick Juice over coffee?”

“Since I found out that I am pregnant.” Silence fell over the table only slightly interrupted by the waiter setting down their drinks.

“You’re what?” The other occupant asked in shock.

“I’m pregnant.” Jensen repeated, this time with less enthusiasm and confidence.

“Don’t you think you should be saying this to Jared?”

“Saying what to Jared?” Jensen turned in his seat to see Jared standing there with a look of confusion on his face.

“Jared! Hi!” Jensen said surprised. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I’m on my lunch break.” Jared said brows furrowed in confusion at Jensen’s obvious nervousness. “What are you doing here with…?”

“Grant.” The man offered.

“Grant.” Jared finished.

“We were having lunch.” Jensen said quickly. “Are you staying here or going back to the hospital or…?”

“He can eat with us. I don’t mind.” Grant spoke up.

Jared took in Jensen’s obvious discomfort. “You know what; I think I’m just going to eat at the hospital cafeteria.” Jensen watched Jared leave before turning back to Grant.

“Do you think he heard?”

“No, but I don’t think he likes me much.”

Jensen smiled. “He doesn’t realize he knows you. He knows you as ‘my co-worker Mr. Feorelli’.”

“He probably thinks you’re having an affair.” Grant said with a chuckle.

“That isn’t funny. I would never cheat on Jared.” Jensen said seriously.

“I know that and you know that, but does Jared know that?”

Frankie peeked over the transom

And there to her surprise

She saw her lovin-man Johnny

With that high-browed Nellie Bly

He was her man, and he was doing her wrong

“The music here sucks.” Jensen mumbled to himself.

***

Three weeks after the restaurant incident Jensen found himself on his hands and knees with Jared thrusting into him to the point of almost pain but he had no intention of telling him to stop, it felt entirely way too good. “Jared! Fuck! S’good!” Jared growled out some incoherent response that Jensen couldn’t decipher. Jared had his hands pinned on the side of head and had his face ace buried din Jensen’s neck sucking up marks and leaving imprints of his teeth. “Please!” Jensen gasped at the shift of angle and harder thrusts. “Shit! Please! Pleasepleasaeplease!”

“Mine!”

“Yours! Oh my god! Yours!” His orgasm ripped through him so harshly he couldn’t stop his vision of whiting out then it was dark. He was pulled from his sleep a few hours later by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He reached out blindly for his phone and squinted at the bright screen it was 3 in the morning what in the hell did grant want. “’lo?”

“I need you to come over.”

“Why?”

“I think Jessie is cheating on me. His phone rang in the middle of the night and he went into the other room to answer it.”

“Do you think he was trying not to wake you?”

“Jensen I’m serious.”

“Hold on.” Jensen carefully slid from under Jared’s arm, out of the bed, and into the hall outside their bedroom. “Okay now what’s going on?”

***

Jared reached out to pull Jensen close only to find his side of the bed empty. He furrowed his brows and listened out to see if he was in the bathroom. He was slightly surprised to hear his coming from the hall way.

“Grant I’m not coming over, it’s three in the morning...Yes he’s sleep but there’s no guarantee he’ll stay that way...He’s my husband I know his sleeping habits…Grant, no…Grant, Grant listen to me…What? No, don’t…Okay, okay, fine I’ll come over.”  Jared closed his eyes and pretended as if he were still asleep. He listened as Jensen quietly changed his clothes and pulled on his shoes. “I can believe I’m doing this.” Jensen leaned over Jared and kissed his cheek. “Please don’t wake up.”

Jared heard their bedroom door gently click shut and his eyes flew open. He listened as the front door squeaked, Jensen’s car starting up and pulling out of the drive.  He sat up and pulled the black locked box from under the bed. This was the last straw.

***

Jensen sat on Grant’s couch listening to his distraught friend babble on about how his fiancé has been sneaking off lately and had been keeping secrets. “…even our sex life is different!”

“Too much information.” Jensen said with a shake of his head. “Why did you wake me up at the in the morning for this Grant? I left a perfectly good bed with my husband to help you.”

“I just…how do I find out if he is or isn’t? I mean do I just ask him? Will he tell me the truth if he is? If he isn’t how do I ask without coming off like a total ass!”

“Grant I don’t-” there was a loud harsh knock on the front door. “Who is that?” Grant shrugged and rose to answer the door. He looked up in confusion when Grant slowly backed back into the room with his hands up in surrender. “Grant?” Grant took a few more steps back and the reason for his odd behavior was revealed. “Jared?” He had a gun pointed at Grant.

***

“Jared what are you doing?” Jensen asked nervously.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me?” Jared asked harshly, gun pointed steadily at Grant.

“What are you talking about? Tell you what?” Jensen asked cautiously.

“That you were having an affair!”

“What? I’m not having an affair!”

“Yes you are! And he’s the one you’re having it with!”

“I’m not cheating on you I swear!”

“Don’t lie to me! I’m not and idiot! I know you’re having an affair. The running late after work, the busy weekends, I even saw you together!” Jared was sweating, his face was read, and his hand was shaking.

“Jared I’m a teacher! If the kids need help I stay after. The busy weekends are because The Valentine’s Day dance is on Friday, and you see us together because we’re the only two teachers working on it.” Jared turned his gaze to Jensen but kept his gun firmly trained on Grant. “Jared please put the gun down and listen to me.” Jared held the gun steady So Jensen kept talking. “Do you remember me talking about my co-worker who was like my needy little brother? Mr. Feorelli? That’s Grant’s last name. Jared, please…please put the gun down.” Jared readjusted his grip on the gun and shook his head no. “Give it to me.” Jensen took a hesitant step toward Jared, hand outstretched. “Give me the gun and we’ll go home and talk about this.”

Jared looked between Grant and Jensen before lowering the gun slightly and holding his hand out for Jensen to take. Grant sagged in obvious relief and watched Jensen reach out for the gun. Grant looked up at the sound of quickly approaching footsteps. “NO!” Grant’s yell was too late. Jamie had charged into the house and ran straight for Jared. When Jamie’s body connected with Jared’s the sound of the gun going off filled the house.  Jared stared with wide eyes at the red that was quickly blossoming on the front of Jensen’s shirt. He threw the gun away from him and shoved Jamie away and crawled over to Jensen’s crumpled form.

“Jensne? Jensen!” Jared pressed his hand against the wound on Jensen’s stomach. “Jensen oh my god! I’m so sorry! It wasn’t supposed to be loaded! I thought I emptied it! I just wanted to scare him! Jensen!” Tears were dripping off Jensen’s chin and landing on Jensen’s already soaked shirt.

“Jared?” Jensen said in a soft voice.

“Yeah baby?” Jared choked out.

“Is it,” Jensen swallowed. “Is it a bad thing that I don’t feel anything?”

Jared vaguely heard Grant yelling at Jamie that Jared was giving Jensen the gun. “Call an ambulance!” He turned his attention back to Jensen. “I don’t know Jen. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re the doctor; you’re supposed to know these things Sasquatch.” Jensen said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Jared shook his head. “I can’t think right now Jen.” Jared sniffled. “I’m so sorry I never meant to hurt anyone!” Jared wept. He could hear the sirens in the distance. “The ambulance is on its way. I can hear it Jensen.”

“Jared?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m-I’m pregnant.” Jensen swallowed. He was starting to feel the pain; tears were rolling down his cheeks. “I-I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s fantastic!” Jared said with a watery smile.

“Jared?”

“Save your energy Jen. Don’t talk.”

“But I’m cold.” Jensen said with an air of defeat. “I’m so cold.”

***

Jensen heard a distant whooshing sound that was starting to drive him crazy, he let out a soft groan and look a look around the room. He let out an aggravated sigh, he was at the hospital, he hated being in the hospital. He reached out for the bed control that would prop the bed up and was surprised when he looked down to see his stomach was slightly rounded. “Whoa, when did that happen?” He lifted his blanket and pulled up his gown to see his stomach. He wasn’t particularly big, it was just noticeable. There were two monitors that were strapped to his stomach which he figured out were to monitor the baby. He saw a bandage on his stomach that was a few inches above his belly button. His head jerked up when his door opened and a nurse walked in.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Jensen nodded, not sure what he was supposed to say. “The doctors took you off the medical coma two days ago but you were kind of still out of it.” Jensen nodded again. “Well I’m just here to check on the little guy and another nurse will be here in a few to check on you.”

“It’s a boy?” Jensen asked in surprise.

“Yeah…you didn’t know?” Jensen shook his head no. “Oh…sorry for telling.”

“It’s okay.” Jensen watched her as she read the monitors output.

“Everything seems to be going fine.”

“Can you tell me what today is?”

“The 28^th.”

“I missed Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah…but there’s this really tall guy who keeps stopping by to ask about you but he never comes in.”

“Next time he comes, bring him in, even if I’m sleeping.”

***

Jensen woke up to the sound of someone sniffling. He cracked his eyes open and looked to see Jared crying with his face buried in his hands.

“Jared?” Jared’s head jerked up and he stared with red rimmed hazel eyes into deep sleepy green. “I missed you.” Jared only stared for a few seconds longer before looking away. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you really going to ask me that?” Jared said softly. “I shot you.”

“You didn’t mean to.” Jensen said softly.

“But I shot you Jen. How can you be okay with that?”

“I never said I was okay with it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed you shot me, but it was an accident. I’m angrier with Jessie then I am with you. I am mad that you thought I was cheating on you though.”

“Grant explained everything to me while you were here. I feel like an idiot on top of the guilt for shooting you. I um…I got arrested.”

“What? Why?”

“I shot you Jen. Grant post my bail and I’ve been sitting at home waiting for you to wake up. The officers were waiting for you to wake up to set a court date. Grant and Jamie tried to explain it was an accident but they wanted to hear your side of the story.”

Jensen nodded and looked at Jared’s face and noticed he was looking at his slightly rounded stomach. “It’s a boy. I really wanted it to be a girl but I’m still happy.” Jared smiled softly. “Want to touch?” Jared quickly shook his head no and tried to move his hands away but Jensen gently took his hand into his. “It’s okay.” Jensen pushed the blanket down and pulled his gown up before placing Jared’s giant palm on his stomach. Jensen felt a quick flutter on the inside but knew Jared couldn’t feel it, not for another month at least. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise”

***

Jared held his fussy seven month old son and was trying desperately to get him to fall asleep. He wouldn’t take his bottle and Jensen was gone with Grant who asked Jensen to come with him to go baby shopping. He was relieved when he heard the sound of the key turning in the lock and bags being placed on the floor. Jensen came into the living room and smiled at the fussy baby in his husbands arms before gently taking him and sitting down on the couch. He pulled up his shirt and cradled Jaysen’s head as he greedily sucked away.

“I still think it’s weird that you breast feed.” Jared said with a fond smile.

“Yeah well try being the one doing the breast feeding.” Jensen said with a chuckle. “Go get the black bag and bring it in here.” Jared did as he was told; he sat on the couch neck to Jensen and watched as he switched Jensen over to his other nipple. “Open it.”

Jared opened the bag and pulled out a small wrapped package that hard a card attached. He opened the card and read it aloud. “You shot an arrow through my heart.”

“That’s not what it says.”

Jared sighed and stared at the card. The word heart was scribbled out and replaced with stomach. And there were words written in Jensen’s curly scrawl. “You shot an arrow through my stomach even though you meant to aim for my heart. I love you with everything I am. Love Jensen and Jaysen.” Jared closed the card and laid it on the table. “I love how you think it’s funny to play with my guilt.”

“I told you I forgive you; now it’s time you forgive yourself.” He nodded towards the wrapped gift that still lied on the table. “Open it.” Jared ripped the wrapping off of the gift and opened the box before promptly slamming the lid back shut scarlet staining his cheeks. “Do you like it?”

“Jen that’s a…”

“I know.” Jensen said with a dirty smile.

“How did you even…”

“I know my husband.”

“When do you want to use it?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of using it on you, tonight.”

“Tonight?” Jared squeaked.

“My mom already said she’ll watch Jaysen.”

Jared opened the box and looked inside again before smiling widely. “I’ll pack his overnight bag.” Jared leaped up from the couch and ran up the stairs two at a time Jensen’s laugh following him the entire way.

Jared looked down into wide open hazel green eyes. “Your Dad is a kinky man.” Jensen said with a laugh.

“I heard that!” Jared yelled down the stairs.

“You were supposed to!” Jensen yelled back. He heard the soft lyrics coming from the radio that he just noticed was on   

‘…Well this story has no moral

And this story has got no end

Well the story just goes to show  you women

That there ain’t no good in men-’

Jensen quickly searched for the stereo remote and turned it off. “God I hate that song.”

END

A/N: Song is Frankie and Johnny

Fix You (Past- After School [after Breakfast])

Derek was used to having the group of teens show up at his house after school some time all of them came sometimes a few, and on a rare occasion none of them show up at all. He had asked Stiles to come over after school and Stiles said he would after he got yelled at by his Dad for being gone last night and not telling him where he was. So now at 3:40 it was just him and Tyler. He watched Tyler with a half-smile as he tried to master the art of holding his booboo keys. Ridiculous name for a toy, yes, but Tyler loved those stupid plastic keys on their brightly colored ring.

Derek was pretty sure Tyler was going to be a wolf. At 3 months and a week old he was doing things a lot earlier than his pediatrician's said he would. At two weeks old we was already lifting his head and now when they sat him up he looked all over the room. He also smiled and cooed when he knew or saw himself or Stiles near. The front door opened and he heard Jackson, Stiles, and Danny walking into the house. He heard Stiles let out a chuckle and say something about how he thought Jackson was with Scott before they finally talked.

"If Jackson so much as even thinks of Scott as more than our Alpha's Beta I'll castrate him." Danny growled out.

"Danny I think that would be more of a punishment for you than it would be for him." Stiles said with a chuckle.

"Stiles my friend, you have it all backwards." Derek heard Jackson's spluttered words trying to defend his wounded pride.

"Oh my god! Jackson you-and Danny you-I totally thought-ugh, how did I get that wrong!" The trio walked into the living room to see Derek sitting on the floor in front of Tyler in his bouncy seat. Stiles dropped his book bag and crawled on the floor over to Tyler with a smile on his face. "Hi baby! Did you miss me today? I missed you." Stiles unbuckled Tyler from his bouncer and pulled him into his lap. Derek inwardly smiled as he watched Stiles and Tyler together, Stiles fawning over their son and Tyler greedily soaking up the attention and laughing. "Aren't you so excited? Daddy got called off today so that means I get to spend my whole day with you. I was going to let you spend time with Grandpa but he's a little mad at me today so you can see him later or tomorrow." Tyler let out a happy screech. "You would think it's funny Grandpa is mad at me wouldn't you, taking after your other Dad already. What is he teaching you when I'm away?"

Stiles was so absorbed in his conversation he didn't notice the three pairs of eyes watching him. "And guess what I learned today? I learned that your Uncle Jackson is Danny's b-"

"Woah! Hey! That's enough of that conversation!" Jackson quickly interrupted. "How about Danny and I take Tyler upstairs to play while you and Derek talk."

Stiles laughed and handed Tyler to Jackson. "I was going to say baby you know."

"Yeah, sure, of course you were." Stiles watched Danny and Jackson disappear up the stairs before flopping back to lean against the couch.

"So…what did you want to talk about?" Derek moved to sit next to Stiles but didn't answer. "You know wanting to talk means you have to you know…actually talk." Derek cupped Stiles' cheek and leaned in to give him a deep, quick, but searing kiss. When he pulled away Stiles' eyes were closed but his brow was furrowed in confusion before his eyes blinked open.

"I'm an idiot." Derek said when Stiles' chocolate eyes finally locked on him. "I thought by pushing you away that it would hurt less when you left but I was wrong."

"I wasn't going anywhere." Stiles mumbled.

"I know that now but I didn't when your Dad came pounding on my door. After he threatened my life, he told me that you were either giving the baby up for adoption or he and you were moving. I knew you weren't going to give him up, you had already told me you weren't but I didn't want you to move either. I told your Dad I would only be in the baby's life, I hadn't meant to be such an ass about it but I didn't know how to be nice about it. Hell, is there a nice way to tell someone you're avoiding them?"

Derek moved to lean back against the couch. "When I saw you at the Pizzeria with that other wolf I snapped. It was easy to do when you were mad at me and I thought you were alone. You know how people say as long as the person they love is happy, even when it's not them then they're happy too? That's total and complete bull. You were laughing and touch and being happy with someone that wasn't me and I couldn't handle it."

"So you decided to attack my friend."

"I told you I was sorry." Stiles snorted. "And I meant it. That wolf and his family have lived here for a while and I've never had problems with them. It was the look that came over your face when he played with Tyler that made me do what I did. I was only intending to tell him to leave but it escalated."

"And the kiss?"

"I was going to kiss you either way."

"I meant the kiss from a few minutes ago."

"I wanted to kiss you one last time in case you tell me I'm too late and you're with the other wolf."

"I'm not with Tony. We hung out once and clicked and usually get together for lunch and stuff on the weekends. He helps me sometimes when I need a last minute babysitter too. But he does like me and if I wasn't so hung up on you I would have gotten with him in a heartbeat."

"Are you going to keep seeing him?"

"He's my friend I'm not going to just stop talking to him and hanging out because you want me to." Derek's eyes flashed briefly but he didn't say anything. "So where does this leave us?"

"I want to be with you but I know it's not going to happen straight away. We have issues we need to work out, our number one being your Dad."

"My Dad is a stubborn man."

"Considering you're his son, it doesn't surprise me."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Stiles said with a smile. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Depends. Doesn't it involve my life being at risk?"

"No." Stiles gnawed on his bottom lip. "Can you kiss me again? It'll be a while before I let you do it again and I need something to hold me over." Derek didn't need to be told twice. Stiles sighed into the kiss and gently cupped Derek's cheeks with both hands. This was pure torture knowing that he won't feel these Delicious. Amazing. Oh my god yes! Lips against his again. He let out a whine when Derek pulled away. "One more." He mumbled against his lips.

"I thought you said it would be a while." Derek chuckled.

"Shut up and kiss me you stupid wolf." Derek pressed their lips together again and yep, he was definitely going to miss this.

Recipient:eleuthermaniac
Title: Growing Pains
Rating: NC-17
Length:4,655
Warnings/kinks:Incest, first time, underage (Jared 15/Jensen 23), h/c; 
Brief Summary:Jared's growing pains keep him sore all the time. Luckily, Jensen His older half brother is a physical therapist who gives AWESOME massages. Oils and everything. Hot and heavy massaging ensues.

“What’s up baby bro?”

“Don’t call me that.” Jared snapped. “I’m not a baby.”

“Yeah, because being 14, is so grown up.” Jensen chuckled; he could feel his brother glaring through the phone.

“I’m 15 and you know it. This is why I don’t call you. Every time I do you find it necessary to pick on me.”

“Oh boo hoo, grow a pair and man up.”

“I have a pair thank you very much.”

“Yeah I helped change your shitty diapers until you were 4 and finally started to use the toilet and I can honestly say I never saw a pair.”

“Okay first of all I wouldn’t still be in diapers and pull ups at 4 if some didn’t tell me there was a monster in the toilet that would bit of my dangly bits.” Jensen let out a bark of laughter. “Second, don’t be jealous because my stuff was bigger than yours, even when I was a baby.”

“Ha! You wish.” Jensen glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Hey, I have an appointment in 15 minutes and I know you didn’t call to reminisce about the childhood I tortured you throughout.”

“I need an appointment.”

“Why?”

“Because, I hurt?” It came out more as a question.

“I know stupid but why as in what hurts.”

“Oh.” Jared chuckled. “Everything.”

“I highly doubt everything hurts.”

“Between baseball, football, cross-country, and these stupid growing pains yes it does.”

“Who said you could make an appointment?”

“Mom.”

“What did your Dad say?”

“He told me to suck it up; a little pain never hurt anyone.” Jared mumbled.

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Your Dad’s a douche. How long have you been hurting?”

“Hey! Don’t talk about my Dad. Like a month I guess, the pain is starting to make it hard to practice.”

Jensen took mental notes of his brother’s condition as he laid the towel over the table. “Pack some extra clothes and come over to my house after school and practice. I’ll drop you off at your house in the morning.”

“Thank you Jenny!”

“Don’t call me that!” He heard his brothers laugh get cut off as he hung up the phone. He stared at his phone for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and leaning heavily against the massage table. He loved his baby brother; sometimes though Jensen thought he loved him a little too much. Jensen was 4 when his parents divorced he doesn’t remember much of the actual divorce he just remembers his mom leaving and he started sleeping with his Dad. He was 5 when it finally sunk in that seeing him mom only on weekends and special occasions wasn’t normal. He was 7 when his mom told him he was going to have a baby brother or sister with the man she lived with now, he told her he hated her and screamed and cried until his father came to pick him up.

He was eight when his brother was actually born. He glared at the squiggly pink mushy looking thing that his mother held out to him and said was his brother. “He’s ugly, and he’s not my brother.” Jensen pouted.

“Don’t talk to your mother that way.” David, his mother’s boyfriend, or fiancé as she called him, scolded.

“You aren’t my Dad I don’t have to listen to you!” Jensen yelled before going to hide behind his father who also was in the room.

“Jensen, say sorry to David, and to your mom.” His father said sternly

“No. He’s not my Dad, he can’t tell me what to do. And that thing,” he said point to the bundle in his mother’s arms. “is not my brother.”

He didn’t care that his mother was nearly in tears or that he had to stay in his room for the rest of the day when they got home he just knew that that thing was not his brother and no one was going to get him to say otherwise. He despised Jared for months after he was born. He hated going to his mother’s for the weekends and hated spending Christmas at the house. He begged his Dad to let him spend Christmas day with him but his Dad refused.

Then one night it all changed. Jared had, by the grace of some god, started sleeping through the night. So now, at 9 years old and Jared a little over one, they shared a room. Jensen hated it but couldn’t really complain on the mornings he would wake up and Jared would be missing from his crib he figured he was crying at some point and they took him to sleep with them. On this particular night Jared woke him up he looked at his clock and saw the numbers said 3:32am. He sighed and rolled over figuring someone would come get him. When no one came he got up and went to find his mom. He found her asleep on the couch with the TV on. He shook her arm and when she grunted in acknowledgement he smoke. “Mom your baby is crying.”

“Jus’ warm ‘im up a bo’le in the warmer ‘vid.

“I’m not David.” Jensen said with a glare. He shook his mom again. “Mom, I said your baby is crying.”

“’vid I’m tired.” Jensen glared at his mom before going to warm up a bottle. He had done it enough when he (begrudgingly) helped his mom with the baby. He took the now warm bottle into his bed room and put it on his bedside table. He grabbed a burp cloth out of his brother’s drawer and placed it next to the bottle. He fiddled with the crib until he figured out how to open it. He carefully took out the whimpering baby a placed him on his bed. He moved his pillows around so his brother had one and so did he. He laid the burp cloth on the pillow before handing the bottle to his brother. He watched him mild fascination as his brother downed his drink. When it was empty Jared let the bottle fall from his mouth his eyes already half closed. Jensen placed the empty bottle back on the bedside and lay next to his brother. He watched his brother contentedly suck his thumb until he was sleep. Jensen smiled to himself.

“I guess you aren’t so bad.”

The fact that he got yelled at the next morning for taking his brother out of his crib and putting him in his bed didn’t even matter because the whole day Jared only wanted him. Jensen figured on some level Jared realized he took care of him last night and that was fine by Jensen. From then on it was all rainbows and sunshine…well for the most part there were a few more incidents (the potty monster for example), but things were good. Until Jared turned 12 and started going through puberty, at first Jensen made jokes. I mean who wouldn’t find the fact that Jared’s voice kept squeaking and cracking funny, or that he had to get the talk from his parents. It was all a joke to Jensen until he happened to walk in on him jerking off in his bedroom.

Jensen was home for a break from college and decided to visit his mom and brother while his Dad ran to the store. His mom told him that Jared was up in his room. Jared’s door was cracked, he expected to peek in and see him on the computer and was going to scare him but that wasn’t what he saw at all. What he saw was his baby brother pulling desperately at his dick with a hand over his mouth muffling any possible noise. Instead of doing the smart thing, gently shutting the door and walking away he stood there and watched. He watched as his brother’s hand jerked quickly, as his body twitched, as his eyes clamped shut as his orgasm neared. He stared as his brother took a sharp breath through his nose and arched as, not quite white but not quite clear, cum shot from his dick and made a mess of his hand and stomach. He watched as his brother laid there for a few moments gathering his wits. He ogled with wide eyes as his brother raised his hand and took a hesitant swipe with his tongue before shrugging and cleaning his whole hand that way.

He swallowed reflexively and tried to readjust himself in his pants. He watched him redress and go into his connected bathroom and come back out. He waited a few more moments before knocking and walking into the room and acting as if he didn’t just watch his brother jerk off, as if he didn’t have a raging hard on that was only just hidden by his to big hoodie. He sat on the bed (the bed his brother just jerked off on) and caught up with his brother and filled him in on his mundane college life. “Whose hoodie is that?”

 Jensen looked down at the hoddie he was wearing. It was a Harvard University hockey hoddie, he went to Clark University; he hesitated for a few moments. “It’s my boyfriends.” He said softly, waiting for his brother’s reaction. His Dad knew he was gay but he had no intention of telling his brother or his mother.

Jared stared at him a few moments. “Y-your boyfriend?!” Jensen said nothing just looked at his brother’s confused and shocked face. “You have a boyfriend!” Jensen could hear the anger in his brother’s squeaky voice. “You can’t have a boyfriend!”

“Jared-”

“No, Jensen!” Jared snapped. “You aren’t supposed to have a boyfriend!” Jared stood from his seat and glared at his brother.

“Jared, please! Let me explain.” Jensen reached out for his brother; pain clenched his heart when Jared jerked out of his reach. “Jared?”

“Get out!”

“What?”

“Get out of my room!” Jared screamed, tears wetting his eyes. Jensen opened his mouth to try and reason with him but stood there mouth agape. “Get out!”

Jensen left without another word and head straight home. When his father asked what was wrong he just said the drive finally caught up to him and he went to take a nap. He ended up not waking up until his phone went off at 4:33 in the morning. “’Ello?”

“Jen?” Was whispered softly.

“Jared?” He asked groggily.

“Mhm.”

“Shouldn’t you be sleep?”

“I can’t sleep.” Silence fell between the two. “Jen…I’m sorry.”

Jensen thought for a few seconds. “S’okay.” He could hear the sigh of relief. “Jared. I love you but I’m tired, can we have this conversation when the sun comes up…please?”

“Sure.”

Things were good. Jared still got a look on his face when he mentioned a boyfriend so he stopped bring them up, and if Jensen had the occasional jerk session starring his baby brother jerking him off then that was his own business. And if that jerk off evolved into Jensen chocking him on his cock or shoving him so full of dick that Jared could taste it, well that was neither here nor there. What matters is Jensen loved his brother and never acted on those thoughts, he just wished he did…a lot.

Jensen pulled out his massage table from the hall closet and started to set up for his baby brother’s arrival. He picked the apple cinnamon oil; he wasn’t a big fan of the scent but Jared’s room always smelled like it from the air freshener and detergent. There was a knock at the door and he went to open it. He greeted his brother and David who stood on the other side. 

“Hey David.”

“Jensen.” Jensen and David never really got much of a relationship they didn’t hate or dislike each other but Jensen would be the first to admit he was a little shit towards David when he was little. “He has practice tomorrow at 5 have him home by 4:30 or you can drop him off at the field.” Jensen nodded. He ruffled Jared’s hair and placed a kiss on the side of his head. “Love you.”

Jared rolled his eyes at the kiss. “Love you too Dad, see you tomorrow.”

David nodded. “Bye Jensen.”

“By David.” Jensen said with a wave then shut the door; he turned to face his brother. “Go shower, you smell like week old garbage. Get on the table when you’re done.” Jared had been in the shower for a while Jensen started to get bored waiting. He went and knocked on the bathroom door, he arched an eyebrow at the gasp he heard on the other side. “You okay in there?”

“Y-yeah, you just scared me. I’ll be out in a couple minutes.”

“Water or juice?”

“Water.”

Just as Jensen set the cold bottle of water next to the massage table Jared walked out in a towel. Jensen took a deep breath to steel his nerves for this round of self-torture and motioned for his brother to climb up onto the table. Jared climbed up and got himself comfortable on the table. He closed his eyes and listened as Jensen clicked open the bottle of oil poured some in his hand and sat it down; he heard the sound of the slick oil being warmed between Jensen’s hands. He tensed for half a second as Jensen’s hands made contact but relaxed and let his brother do his work.

“So how’s school?”

“Fine.”

“Baseball?”

“Fine.”

“Cross country?”

“Fine.”

“Football?”

“Fine.”

“Is fine all you can say?” Jared shrugged, Jensen rolled his eyes. “How’s your girlfriend, what was her name?”

“Samantha.”

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t know she dumped me.” Silence fell once again between the two. Jensen grabbed the oil and started on Jared’s legs. As he neared Jared’s upper legs he felt Jared tense.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You sure?” Jared nodded. Jensen finished his left and moved to his right once again as he neared Jared’s upper leg Jared tensed. “You know tensing while I do this is completely running what I did.” Jared nodded again. “Okay roll over.”

Jared hesitated. “Umm…I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why.”

“I-um…” Jared turned his head away from Jensen and mumbled out something Jensen couldn’t decipher.

“What?”

“I said…I said…’m hard.” The last part was said in a whisper.

Jensen knew he was going to regret it but to be honest he just wanted a sneak peek. It’s not every day the object of 80% of your jerk off sessions lays in front of you sporting a hard on. “It’s okay it happens sometimes, I won’t laugh I promise.”

Jared’s face resembled a tomato. “Can you turn around?” Jensen turned without hesitation. “Okay.” He turned back to see Jared’s crimson face and eyes going every which way but in the direction of Jensen. Jensen acted as if nothing was wrong and warmed more oil between his hands. His hands hovered anxiously over his brothers blushing prone form no matter where he started there was no guarantee his self-control would hold. He tried to buy himself some time by starting with his feet. As he slowly worked his way up and his hands neared his brother’s thighs his self-control snapped. When he saw his baby brothers cock jerk as he worked his thigh muscles he couldn't resist.

He skipped over his brother’s obvious need and gently moved his hands from his low on his gently muscled stomach towards his perky nipples. When he rubbed his thumb across the bud he smirked as Jared jerked, clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip to hold back any sounds. He did the same to the other nipple and was rewarded with the same reaction. He rubbed the oil that was still on his hands into his brother’s chest, stomach, and side; slowly working his way down. When he reached the fine dusting of pubic hairs, he rubbed his fingers gently through the slightly coarse hair that lied beneath the towel.

"Jensen?"

"Yes Jay?"

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Giving you a massage." He answered simply as his hands moved closer to his brother’s cock. He rubbed his thumbs along the base but never grasped.

Jared gasped at the soft touch and his hips jerked. "I-I... I don't-" He couldn't form the words that were swimming through his head.

"Want me to stop?" He moved his hands from under the towel and gently tugged his brother’s length. Jared hissed and let out a whimper and quickly and almost violently shook his head no. "I need you to say it." And honestly Jensen did need his brother to give him verbal permission. Despite the fact that he had his brother’s cock in hand (even with the towel as a barrier) he had this nagging in the back of his head that told him if he got permission he wouldn’t feel so bad.

"k-keep going." Jensen pushed the towel away and firmly grasped his baby brother’s cock. Jared gasped and arched into the touch. "Please...more." Jensen rubbed his thumb over his brothers weeping head. "Jensen." moved his other hand to cup Jared's heavy balls and felt his pupils dilate when his brother whimpered and unexpectedly came. Jared panted for lost breath and blushed and looked away from Jensen. "sorry." was said in soft embarrassment.

"it's okay. At least we took the edge off." Jensen grabbed his oil and moved to be by his Jared's feet. Jared propped himself up on his elbows to see what Jensen was doing. He yelped and fell on his back when Jensen yanked his legs up so his calves rested on his shoulder.

His face turned a lovely shade of red that greatly resembled a tomato and he pressed his knees together for some sense of modesty. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to make sure my massage was through but I'll stop if you want me to."

Jared bit his lip in quiet contemplation. "what...what are you going to do?"

"it'd be easier to show you then to tell you."

He looked into his brothers eyes. "will it hurt?"

"If I do everything right, it shouldn't." Jensen rubbed his thumb in s soothing pattern on the outside of Jared's thigh. Jared took a deep calming breath before jerkily nodding his head. Jensen smiled down at his brother. "I'll take care of you, I promise." Jensen gently pried his brother’s knees apart and pulled him so his ass hung over the edge. He knelt on the floor so his head was level with Jared's tan globes.

Jensen pulled Jared's cheeks apart and blew against the winking hole. "w-what are you doing?" Jared could feel Jensen's breath getting Warner as he got closer. "wait, wait its dir-ngh fuck!"

Jensen passed his tongue over the hole in a few more quick swipes before reps ending his brother. "Watch your mouth." Jared nodded absently before reaching between his legs to grab at his brothers hair and yanking him closer. Jensen chuckled before diving back in.

Every suck, swirl, nip was answered with a greedy groan, gasp, moan. Jensen pushed Jared's legs so his knees were pressed to his chest. "Hold them." Jared grabbed a knee in each hand and held them in place for his brother. As Jensen worked his tongue in and out of his brother’s greedy little hole he gently ran his finger along with his tongue over the pink puckered flesh before gently wiggling his finger inside. He slowly pulled it out before gently pushing back in. He worked his single finger in and out of the quivering mass that was his brother until he heard and saw his brothrs breath hitch and his body tense when he ran a finger over his prostate.

“Jensen?” He asked worriedly.

“It’s okay.” Jensen pressed harder.

Jared took a jerky breath and let out a loud moan. “Jensen…I don’t-” He quickly cut himself off when Jensen suddenly stood and coated his fingers with the oil that he used for an entirely different purpose earlier. Jared looked at his brother with wide eyes.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” Jared nodded. “Are you okay with that?” Jared nodded, if possible, even faster. “Put your legs back on my shoulder and relax.” Jared did as he was told. The first finger that slid in was familiar and Jared only wiggled try to find that spot again. A gentle and on his waist stopped his movements and he winced slightly but quickly relaxed when a second finger quickly followed the first. He felt the fingers twist, turn and spread apart in a desperate attempt to make the small opening pliant enough for his brothers eventual entry.  Those two fingers soon changed to three  and Jared  let out a low sound that showed it hurt. Jensen moved the hand on his waist to his dick that he hadn’t even noticed was hard and dribbling on his lower stomach. His attention was pulled away from the finger in his ass to the hand on his dick and he had to admit it was an amazing distraction.

He was so entranced by the hand on his dick that he didn’t even realize the fingers were pulled out until he felt the slick head of his brothers dick nudging at his hole.  His whole body tense and he was hit with a sudden wave of panic and nervousness. He looked at his brother with wide hazel eyes. “I’m scared.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“It’s just I’ve never…I’m a…” He gnawed on his lower lip. “I’m a virgin.” He said with a furious blush.

“You’re 15, I’d be mad if you weren’t.” Jensen said with a smile.

“A lot of my friends aren’t.”

“Something tells me a few of them are lying.” He ran a gentle hand through his brothers hair. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No I do I’m just nervous is all.”

“Tell me when.” Jensen waited for a signal from his brother and when he heard the soft okay he pushed just the head into his brother. Jared flinched slightly at the breach but didn’t tense. “Slowly or all at once?”

“Slowly.” Jensen slowly eased into his brother trying desperately not to just shove all the way in. When he notice his brother starting to tense up to the point it was getting hard to press in the swooped down to kiss him for the first time that evening. Jared let out a surprised sound and Jensen pressed quickly in the last few inches. He slowly kissed his brother all lips and slippery tongues until Jared was once again relaxed. He reached between their bodies and worked the half softened flesh back into full hardness.

His first few movements were shallow and jerky. More of a roll of his hips than an actual thrust.  He started to pull out more and more until the sound of skim slapping against skin filled the air. Jensen’s mouth swallowed the soft sounds that escaped from his little brother and their kiss quickly devolved from a tongue filled passion to the sharing of hot breath their lips only millimeters apart. Jensen moved that he was standing straight up and had better leverage to fuck into his brother. When he shifted and rammed into Jared’s prostate Jared let out a loud yell and quickly clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

A sly smile spread across Jensen’s face. He moved Jared so he was laying on his side he moved one leg  to stay resting on his shoulder while the other he bent and the knee and had resting on the massage table. This new position made it much easier for him to his Jared’s prostate. Jared let out a scream that was only just muffled by the hand on his mouth. He scrunched his eyes shut trying and willing himself to stop making the embarrassing sounds. He gave up and used his now useless hand to try and find purchase on the smooth sweat and oil covered surface on the massage table.  He hadn’t even realized he was babbling until Jensen spoke.

“No God, just me.”

“Mmmmnnnhhh….oh God.” He reached a hand down to try and jerk himself to end the unending brutal pleasure but his hand was slapped away.

“Please Jensen. Please I need to come I can’t take it. It’s to much.”

“Just wait a little longer.”

“I can’t. Oh my god, I can’t.” Jared’s moans and please filled the room drowning out the sound of their skin slapping together. Then he felt the familiar coils of heat starting in the pit of his stomach, a sensation that felt similar to when he jerked off in his room only a million times better.  “I think…I’m gonna come.”

Jensen could feel the sweat dripping down his body and his brother hot slick deliciously tight channel worked around him. “You think or you are?”

Jared’s hand reached for his dick but before he could make contact he was slapped away again. His hands moved to pull at his hair instead the sudden tug at his hair by his own hand sent a sharp unexpected zing of pleasure straight to his dick and that was all he needed. “I’m coming.” He shot his load all over his stomach, chest and surprisingly a few spurts hit Jensen’s chin. His cock jerked along with his body as brutal aftershock ran wildly through his body as Jensen kept thrusting and hitting his prostate in a desperate search for his own orgasm. He let out a whine when the sharp pleasure became painful and that was apparently what Jensen needed. He let out a grunt and swore deep in his throat before spilling deeply inside of his brother. He leaned heavily against the table trying to catch his lost breath and basking in the feeling of a mind blowing orgasm.

There was a sound of a crack then Jared screamed when the massage table suddenly collapsed with him still on it. Jensen managed to catch himself and stopped himself from squishing his brother. Jared stared at Jensen’s equally wide eyes before a huge smile broke out across his face and a burst of laughter bubbled out, Jensen couldn’t help but to also laugh. As their laugher died down Jensen gently pulled out of his brother and rolled to lie on the floor next to him. “I’m surprised it didn’t break earlier.”

Jared made a sound of agreement in his throat. They laid there in a comfortable silence before Jared spoke. “You remember when I got mad at you when you told me you had a boyfriend?”

“Mhm.”

“I wasn’t really mad that you were gay I was mad that you had a boyfriend that wasn’t me.”

“I realize that now.” Jensen turned to face his brother. “If it makes you feel any better we broke up.”

“Why.”

“He said it was weird that I cared about you so much.”

“Oh.” Jared turned to face Jensen. “So where does that leave us?” He slowly moved his hand to lie near Jensen’s.

He covered Jared’s hand with his own. “Where ever you want it to.” He noticed a hickey on Jared’s neck he didn’t recall putting there; it looked slightly painful to be honest. “Did I do that?” He said running their twined fingers over the mark, Jared nodded. “Good because if you said no I was going to have to kick Sandra’s ass.”

“Samantha.” Jared corrected.

“Whatever.”

THE END

Recipient:eleuthermaniac
Title: Summer Days
Rating: NC-17
Length:1,645
Warnings/kinks:Underage(Dean 19/ Sam 15)
Brief Summary:Sam and Dean stay at Bobby's for a summer and have to share a bed. Lots of snuggling.

“Damn it Sammy.” Dean pulled the knife away and shoved it back under his pillow before flopping back onto the bed trying to go back to sleep. “What do you want?”

Sam gnawed nervously on his bottom lip before speaking. “I can’t sleep.”

“If you lay there long enough you’ll fall asleep.” Dean grumbled not even opening his eyes back

Sam looked over his brother features taking in the light dusting of blond hair that Dean had on his face that never seemed to get any thicker despite the fact that he never shaves. “Can I sleep with you?” Dean let out a grunt that Sam took as permission. He quickly curled into his brother’s heat and promptly fell asleep.

=+=+=+

Dean lied out in the small yard in the back of Bobby’s yard staring up at the passing clouds. This had to be the slowest passing summer in his entire life. His Dad took the car and Bobby wouldn’t let him go out for a drive in any of his cars in the lot. It also didn’t help that Sam seemed to be around every damn corner and he couldn’t get even five minutes to himself. He let out a grunt as Sam flopped down to straddle his waist. Dean glared up at his little brother.

“What, Sam?”

“What are doing, it’s hot out here.”

“I’m trying to get away from you.” Dean growled out. Dean watched the small smile fall from his brother’s face. Sam shifted to rise from Dean but was stilled by hands on his waist. “You can stay.” Sam’s face lit up and he moved to lie next to his brother.

The pair laid in silence for a few minutes before Sam spoke up. “This is boring.”

“No one asked you to come out here.” Dean snapped.

“Why are you being so mean?” Sam whispered dejection obvious in his tone.

Dean groaned and pulled Sam close and rolled him on his side. “Want to make out?” Sam eagerly nodded and quickly placed his mouth over Deans.

=+=+=+

Sam stared with an open mouth at the pile that used to be his bed. “What happened to my bed?”

“Bobby broke it apart.”

“Why?”

“It was made of something he needed for a ritual that Dad was desperate for.”

“So where am I supposed to sleep now?”

“With me like you have been sense we got here.”

=+=+=+

Sam bit his bottom lip holding back any sounds he wanted desperately to back as Dean lay spooned against his back and slowly jerked him off.

 “You like that don’t you Sammy?” Dean brushed his thumb over the leaking head. “You like when big brother takes care of you.”

Sam linked his fingers with Deans other hand and squeezed tightly when his orgasm ran through his body. His body shuddered and Dean ran his come covered hand over Sam’s stomach. Dean pulled Sam impossibly closer and gently kissed his ear. “I love you Dean.”

“Love you to Sammy.”

=+=+=+

“Sharing a bed with you was a whole lot more fun when it was an option.” Sam whined.

“Yeah well sleeping with you isn’t all sunshine and roses either.”

“Why Couldn’t we go with Dad?”

“you actually want to go with Dad on a hunt?”

“No.” Sam said quickly. “I just got so used to moving around so much that staying here at Bobby’s is boring.”

“this coming from the same kid who bitched about moving constantly not even a month ago.”

“If I had known it would’ve gotten me sent to Bobby’s with you as my only company 90% of the time I would’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“You love my company.” Dean said with a grin.

“Yeah well…” Dean laughed at Sam’s weak response.

=+=+=+

Sam jerked awake at the sound of his name being yelled. He jerked his head around to see Dean leant over him with worried eyes. “You okay?” Sam asked worriedly.

“Am I okay? Are you okay?” Dean countered.

“I’m fine. I just…I had a nightmare.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t really remember much. There was a girl with blond hair. She was on the ceiling and she was bleeding fire.” Sam felt Dean tense next to him. “I know it sounds weird, but it’s all I remember.” He rolled over and buried his face in Dean’s neck. “I don’t feel good.”

“If you get sick on me I’m going to hurt you.”

“It’s not my stomach it’s my head. It hurts.”

Dean reached up to run his finger through and over his brother’s hair. “Feel better?”

“Mmmm.” Sam was obviously more sleep than he was awake.

=+=+=+

The pair lied in bed just soaking up the others company. Sam absently fiddled with Dean’s amulet between his fingers while Dean curled his fingers around his hair. “Even though you kick me sometimes I’m happy Bobby destroyed my bed. “ Sam said gently before placing a quick kiss to Dean’s chest. “I’m also glad Dad made us stay here with Uncle Bobby.”

“The total ass chewing was worth spending time with you.”

“Dad yelled at you?”

“Sammy I graduated. I don’t have to go to school next year, you do. Do you really think dad would willingly let me stay?”

“Oh…” Sam scooted up so he could press his lips against his older brothers. “I’m sorry.”

Dean kissed him back. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

=+=+=+

Sam found himself in a situation similar to a few night prior, hands clamped tightly over his mouth trying to hold any sounds. The difference with this situation however was Dean had his cock in his mouth and was trying to purposely have Sam make a noise. Sam’s face was red with pleasure, embarrassment, and effort to stay silent. Dean sucked on of Sam’s testis into his mouth and Sam let out a little squeak. Dean knowing that Sam could be louder flipped his brother over, chuckling at the startled yelp, before pulling those pale cheeks apart and diving tongue first into his brother tight virgin pucker.

Dean heard his name groaned desperately into the pillow and smiled.  He saw Sam’s hand swing past his peripheral before the hand found its target and latched on tightly to his hair.  Dean let out a groan of appreciation at the sharp tug to his hair. He groaned as his tongue pressed as far as it could go, swiping along his brothers inner walls.

“God I can’t wait ‘til you turn eighteen Sammy.” Dean said while staring at the slobber covered winking hole. “Gonna fill you up so good with my dick, won’t walk straight for a week.”

“Six-sixteen.” Sam panted against the pillow.

“Eighteen.”

“Sixteen.”

“Twenty-one.” Dean dives back into his brother’s hole and jerks his dick off in tandem.

Sam moans into the pillow when a nail brushed over his weeping slight. “Ah! E-eighteen.” Sam relents.

“Now. I want you to hold it as long as you can before you come okay?” Sam nodded. “That’s my Sammy.” Dean praised.

=+=+=+

Dean tossed the rag that he used to clean both himself and Sam off into a random corner. Sam move so his head rested on dean’s chest so he could listen to his big brothers heartbeat. He ran his fingers in random patterns over his chest and stomach slowly working his way lower when he reached the curly nest of hairs Dean grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on his chest, Sam pouted.

“Why can’t I touch you?”

“Because, Sam.”

“It’s not fair.” Sam mumbled.

“Sammy you’re 15.”

“So.”

“I just-” Dean sighed. “It’s bad enough that we’re doing the stuff that we are but until I can’t let you do anything to me…not until you’re 18 and sure about your feelings.”

“I’m sure about them now.”

“Sam you’re 15. You’re hormones are raging and you can’t possibly know what’s real and what’s hormones.”

“I know how I feel!” Sam yelled. “I know what my heart is telling me and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

“Sammy-”

“My name’s Sam!”

“Sammy…go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.” Sam grumbled.

“Yes you are.” And as if Dean’s words were magic Sam felt sleep starting to creep in.

=+=+=+

It was the last day of summer, Sam was due to start school tomorrow and John was supposed to come back to today so he could take a few weeks off hunting to recover from his summer long hunts. “When is Dad getting here?”

“When he gets here Sam.” Dean answered absently.

“What do we say when he asks what we did this summer?”

“Tell him nothing. We didn’t do much of anything.” Hurt flashed across Sam’s features. “You know what I mean Sam.” Dean nudged his shoulder against his brothers who sat next to him on the stairs. They heard the impala in the distance before they saw it; they looked up to see their dad coming down the road. “I love you Sammy.”

“I love you too De.” They watched as their dad pulled into the yard and parked next to Bobby’s house.

When he was close enough he finally spoke. “Who was your summer?”

They answered in unison. “It was great.”

THE END

Confirmation

Stiles stared at the overwhelming number of pregnancy tests. He finally said screw it and grabbed four random ones and walked to the counter. The cashier gave him a curious look as he rang him up. “For you or your girlfriend?”

“Umm…me.”

“That explains the shaking.” He placed the last test in a bag. “$35.20” Stiles pulled out his wallet and paid. The cashier cocked his head to the side. “You’re part of Hale’s pack right?”

Stiles gave him wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“I’m a werewolf too; I can smell him all over you.”

Stiles’ face turned a lovely shade of red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The cashier chuckled. “Let’s put it this way, I can already tell you now that you’re test are all going to be positive.” Stiles let out a groan. “I take it that it wasn’t planned then?”

“Planned?! I’m 16 and we aren’t even together and I’m pretty sure he hates me.”

“Well he obviously doesn’t hate you as much as you think if your current condition is anything to go by.”

“Yeah well when we woke up the next morning he made it painfully clear how much I didn’t mean to him.” Stiles said bitterly as he snatched the bag off of the counter and started to walk away.

“What are you doing Saturday?” The cashier called after him.

“Probably getting murdered by my Dad, why?”

“Come hang out with me.”

“Did you miss the part where I said I was going to get murdered?” Stiles said while taking another step away.

“I heard you but I just gave you a reason to fight for your life.” He said with a smile.

Stiles felt his face faintly heat up the guy had an amazing smile. “How do I know you aren’t some crazy wolf who’s out to kill me?”

“I wouldn’t be flirting with you if I was going to kill you.” Stiles blushed harder. “Meet me in the mall food court at 3. My name is Anthony by the way; Tony is what most people call me though.”

“Stiles; because my first name is ridiculously weird.” Tony smiled. “I’ll meet you there if I’m not dead.”

“Excellent.” Stiles quickly left the store before the blush on his face became any more noticeable.

+++

Longest give minutes of Stiles life plain and simple. The timer went off on his phone and he quickly grabbed the test of the toilet seat. “No.” He groaned. “This can’t be right.” He quickly opened anther box and took another test. When he saw the results he used the last two to try and prove the other two wrong. He leaned against the bathroom door and slowly slid to the ground. This couldn’t be happening. They only had sex one time. Stiles felt tears of frustration and shame fill his eyes. How could he be so stupid and let this happen? His wallowing was cut short when he heard the front door close. He quickly gathered all the pregnancy tests and their boxes and shoved them in the bag he brought them home in. He ran out of the bathroom and into his room and shoved the bag under his bed before heading downstairs to greet his dad.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just hit my foot off the door, nothing to worry about.” Stiles didn’t know if he should be grateful or upset that his dad fell for the obvious lie, Stiles still had his shoes on.

Seventeen year old Jared stared blankly at the ring in the black velvet box. His flittered up briefly from the box to hopeful green eyes then back down to the ring that rested inside the box.

“I’m not proposing or anything it’s just a promise.” Jensen said nervously. “A promise that no matter what, I’ll always be there for you.” He took a deep breath. “I know your parents don’t like me and think four years is too much of an age gap but I love you and I want to eventually spend the rest of my life with you.” Jared gave Jensen a blinding smile and slipped on the promise ring with unbridled glee.