FIC -- What Are Friends For? -- CWRPS, Jsquared, College AU, NC-17

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And here, my lovelies, is the college AU porn! Enjoy! ♥ (PS: This is baby's FIRST RPS! *so proud*)

Title: What Are Friends For? (Roommates interlude)
Author: Anne (starsouls1013)
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Jared, Chad, Mike, Tom
Genre: AU (the CW boys in college!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,775
Warnings: Um. Gay porn? :)
Summary: The boys come home from a night of partying, and Jared’s a bit drunk. Jensen, his roommate, takes very good care of him.
A/N: This is hopefully the beginning of something AWESOME. The seed for this idea was planted when starstillwonder posted about a note she saw written on a door board in her dorm from a guy named Chad to a room with two J’s in it. I decided then and there that College AU Jsquared MUST be written. Not by me! But then the idea just would NOT leave my brain, and my darling txtequilanights was feeling sicky, so I decided to commentporn at her… and this happened! I don’t know anything about the specifics – what school (though I guess UT Austin), or the justification for Jensen and Jared sharing a room when they’re 4 years apart in age. But I hope you will just skate by all that and enjoy the BOYS in COLLEGE. Imagine the possibilities! Hopefully keepaofthecheez will be writing in this verse some time soon. All my love to the splendiferous mona1347 for a ruthless beta. She's the Grammar Hitler to my Grammar Nazi! (We so need a new analogy) Anyway, enjoy! Comments are pressed adoringly to my buxom! ;)


"Owfuck!" Jared mumbled a few more choice expletives, glaring down at the offending step that had gotten in the way of his toe. How dare it? Chad cackled and gave Jared an off-center shove, sending him stumbling into Jensen who caught him (just barely), blinking in surprise.

"Fuck off, Chad," Jensen muttered under his breath, trying to steady the large, inebriated rock that had just nearly toppled on him.

"Screw you, pretty boy!" Chad sing-songed.

"Whoa, boys, calm down there," Mike interjected. "It's all peace and love, y'know? Peace and love." Mike slung his arms around Chad and Jared's shoulders and started walking them forward, up the stairs that had just given Jared so much trouble. Jensen had no choice but to follow as Jared's arm was currently wrapped around his neck and showed no inclination of moving. "That's it," Mike encouraged a frowning Jared. "One at a time. You can do it, Jarebear."

"Shut up, Rosey," Jared groused but he was doing it, stumbling up the steps one at a time. Jensen cocked an eyebrow at Mikey across Jared's expansive chest and Mike grinned. Jensen laughed and rolled his eyes. Fucking Rosenbaum.

Chad was busy humming to himself, lost in a fog of tequila and pot, and he essayed no more snide remarks. Jensen was relieved; a silent Chad was a semi-tolerable Chad. He himself was only slightly buzzed, having decided it would be on his shoulders when his friends all ended up in a ditch somewhere if he got too drunk to watch out for them. Honestly, it was like living with children. Jensen huffed a sigh and snugged his right arm around Jared's waist, tugging him up the last couple steps.

"And this is where we part. Farewell, my sweet princes!" Mike proclaimed dramatically, pulling his arms from Chad and Jared's shoulders and flinging them into the air.

"Shut up, Rosenbaum," Jared and Jensen growled in unison.

Mikey only grinned and tossed off a jaunty salute as he breezed through the door on the left of the landing, no doubt destined to completely disrupt any sleep and/or studying Tom was currently accomplishing. And/or jerking off.

Jensen shook his head and pushed open the other door, half-dragging Jared through and not really caring if Chad followed. He somehow made it two doors down to their room, Jared half asleep and resting his head on Jensen's, and fumbled with his keys, cursing mildly until he got the right one in the lock and turned.

"NIGHT, JAYS!" Chad suddenly hollered from right behind them. He cackled again and stumbled off toward his own room and Jensen closed his eyes, willing himself not to just go punch the kid unconscious and do everyone a service. But he had more important concerns, like a sleepy, tousled, drunk Jared who was quickly becoming putty in his hands.

He pulled the boy's giant frame through the door and sat him down on the bed close to the door, which happened to be Jensen's, but honestly? The distinction was really meaningless now. He knelt down and pulled off Jared's flip flops (flip flops in March? What the fuck, Padalecki) then began to undo the buttons on Jared's shirt. Light blue, which was a hell of an improvement on pink and floral. Jensen thought Mikey might have burned that one, to everyone else’s great relief.

Jared's blown out eyes focused unsteadily on Jensen's face and some awareness seemed to come back into him at the feel of Jensen's fingertips along his chest. A slow, happy smile spread on Jared's face as he realized where they were. "Hi, Jen," he rumbled, voice low and smoky.

Jensen couldn't help but grin in response. "Hey there, Jay. You still with me?"

Jared chuckled, then hiccupped. "Always, man. Duh."

Jensen shook his head affectionately. Jared did always turn into a big kid when he was drunk. Giggly and illogical and... fine, adorable. He was a big sap at the best of times anyway.

Jensen finally pushed Jared's shirt off his shoulders then suddenly found his lips attacked by Jared's own, warm with alcohol thrumming through his blood. Jensen laughed into the kiss and then opened his mouth willingly -- Jared responding in kind -- until they were locked in a slow, sensuous kiss, Jensen's hands roaming idly down Jared's smooth chest. Jared's huge hands came up to cup Jensen's face, and Jensen moaned low in his throat, kissing Jared more insistently.

Jared disentangled himself, pulling away a few inches, and Jensen surged forward with a deprived growl. Jared tossed his head back and laughed -- that full-bodied laugh that always caused Jensen's stomach to flip over in response. Jared easily fended him off, a half smile tilting his lips, and waited a few seconds before murmuring, "Will you blow me, Jen?"

Jensen's eyes went wide at the entire lack of question in that question. There was simply command and desire and ohfuckyes. He was suddenly, blindingly hard. He swallowed, grinned and said, "Of course, Jay. What kind of friend would I be if I said no? Lie back."

Jared flopped back down to the bed and Jensen made quick work of his belt, button, and zipper, tugging jeans and boxers down those ridiculously long legs. He tossed them to the side, planting a kiss on Jared's calf before sliding up onto the bed. "Slide back, man, these beds are short enough as it is."

Jared grunted and complied, sliding his naked form over the disordered sheets, his hard cock bobbing over his belly. So, not that drunk then.

Jensen took a moment to tug his own shirt over his head, sending it to join the clutter on the floor, then went in for the kill with no warning. As Jensen's tongue swiped at the head of his cock, Jared's hips bucked off the bed and Jensen reared back in self defense. "Easy there, tiger!" he laughed. "You wanna give me a bloody nose? I can't blow you if I have a bloody nose."

Jared whimpered and fell back against the mattress, wide, begging eyes staring imploringly down at Jensen. Jensen wasn't buyin' it, though, and he planted his hands firmly on Jared's hips to keep him in place. Feeling Jared's eyes bore into him, he leaned down again and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue skillfully around the tip. The musky-salt taste of Jared swiftly filled his mouth and he closed his eyes, groaning softly. Jared's hips twitched under Jensen's hands and a long, stuttering sigh came from the head of the bed. Jensen paused there for a moment, just sucking and licking gently. Jared groaned in frustration.

"C'mon, Jen," he gritted out, "don't tease."

Jensen gave in and slid his lips down Jared's shaft, taking as much in as he could and eliciting a satisfied moan. He brought his hand around the base and began sliding his mouth and hand in tandem, jerking and blowing Jared with every trick he knew to break Jared apart. Sure enough, a couple minutes of that and Jared was tossing his head back and yelling, fucking yelling, as he climaxed onto Jensen's tongue, Jensen doing his best to hold Jared down and swallow everything he could. As the last burst fell on Jensen's tongue, Jared collapsed, limp, sweaty and gasping.

Jensen smiled to himself and slid up the rest of the way, to where Jared was already drifting off to sleep from the combination of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss. Jensen quickly shucked off his jeans, wincing as they caught on his painfully hard cock, and jerked himself off fast and dirty, coming with a stifled groan onto Jared's bare stomach. Sated and sleepy, he managed to sit up and turn the lock on the door (Chad was not fond of knocking) before curling around Jared's side, half on top of him in the ridiculously narrow bed. This wasn't cuddling – of course not. He was simply too lazy to get into the other – Jared's – bed.

Jensen pressed his face into the warm crook of Jared's neck and drifted off to sleep. Definitely not cuddling.

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*falls over giddily* YAY THANK YOU LINDSAY BABY!!!! Eeeeeee! *hearts you forever and ever* And you know I still totally want you to write in this verse too, because I am totally not a disciplined writer and this will LANGUISH under my inexpert care!