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Okay, we all knew this was bound to happen eventually. And now it has, and we can all move on with our lives. Especially me. So have some J2 college AU fic and then try to forget it ever happened.

PS: It is unclear why I feel dirtier writing this than I do writing Twilight-fusion RPS. The world is full of mysteries!

Title: I'm Ready to Change My Facebook Relationship Status If You Are
Author: Chash
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: R
Warnings: Real person fiction, Chad Michael Murray, someecards.
Word Count: ~6,000
Summary: College AU! Jensen is never hooking up with a prospective student again.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.


Jensen never thought he was the kind of person who hooked up with prospies.

There are actually several different kinds of people who hook up with prospies: guys, girls, gay guys, and gay girls. It kind of pisses him off that being gay makes a difference when you're getting judged for sleeping with drunk high school students, but it makes a difference with everything else, so why not fucking? When guys hook up with prospies, it's kind of like a trophy, even if the guys are seniors and the girls are really young. If girls hook up with prospies, it's kind of sad, like they can't get older guys, or some shit. And being gay makes you seem like more of a pedophile, because of course that shit makes sense. Liking dick is basically synonymous to liking kids.

Christ.

When Jensen hooked up with Jared, it wasn't like he was trying to score with a prospie. Hell, Jared was like a billion feet tall with the longest legs ever, so Jensen just sort of assumed they were close to the same age. Maybe Jared was a sophomore or junior, or, hell, even a senior. The important thing was that they were both buzzed and willing and Jared was, like, freakishly inhumanly hot. The kind of hot that didn't actually occur in nature. So Jensen hooked up with him because he has two eyes and loves blowjobs.

And he kind of liked Jared too, was the thing. They had chatted for a while, flirty chatting, but they had some shit in common--Texas, siblings, favorite video games--and Jensen thought he was a pretty awesome guy. Wouldn't have minded turning a hookup into a friendship or even a boyfriendship, and Jensen didn't even do boyfriends. But he was willing to think about making an exception.

His breath had caught in his throat a little when he said, "Uh, can I get your number?" afterward, and he'd even blushed like an idiot, but Jared flashed a huge dimpled smile and programmed it in.

But then he said, "Course, won't do you much good if I don't come here next year."

"Uh," Jensen said, because he'd just gotten a blowjob, and he wasn't supposed to be coherent. "Next year?"

And then Jared ducked his head and blushed and said, "Yeah, you know, after high school."

And Jensen somehow managed to not swear or freak out until after Jared fucking kissed him goodbye.

And seriously, kissing him goodbye? After a blowjob? Who did that?

Anyway, mostly Jensen doesn't think about the whole hooking-up-with-a-prospie thing. Except in the most abstract terms. Like the blowjob itself. And how awesome that was. That comes up when he's jerking off. And if sometimes Jared's face and body creep in, Jensen doesn't examine that too deeply. It's hard to totally separate a blowjob from the guy who gave it, anyway. So whatever. It's fine.

And then, Jared walks in to his nine a.m. class. The one that he's TA-ing. He walks in, all fucking legs and dimples and messy hair, and when he sees Jensen at the front of the classroom he somehow grins even more, which shouldn't even be physically possible. Jared is defying the laws of physics, and the laws of probability, and the laws of freshman hotness. Not that Jensen actually knows any laws of freshman hotness, but they exist, and Jared is defying them. And also waving at Jensen. He's defying and waving and dimpling all at the same time.

They really don't pay Jensen enough for this.

*

"So," says Jared after class, with a smile that's sort of wrestling between being shy and being a fucking smirk, "don't suppose you've still got my number."

And Jensen does, is the thing, right there in his phone, under Jared, not even a last name--Padalecki, which is either the best or the worst name ever, Jensen hasn't decided yet--like he will never meet another Jared who he actually knows who will need to be in his phone.

"Uh," says Jensen, which he says all the fucking time around Jared, apparently. "Guess I do. I never really...clear this thing out. I mean. I've got a lot of numbers." He worries he sounds like an asshole who sleeps around a lot, but Jared's kind of smiling, and he realizes he mostly sounds like a nervous tool. Which is such a fucking improvement.

"Like my number," says Jared.

"Yeah."

"If I call you, does it violate your contract?"

"Huh?" Jensen doesn't have contracts. He has contacts, but he doubts that's what Jared means, because you can't really violate contacts. And when did he become the world's most incoherent girl over a fucking freshman? Jensen's life officially bites.

"You know, being a TA, getting calls from your students..."

"Oh. That. Um. They never really, uh," he clears his throat. "I don't know if there's a policy for that."

"So is that a yes?"

"To violating my contract?" Jensen asks.

"To me maybe calling you some time," says Jared, and he sounds confident, but he's looking down and blushing a little, and Jensen is a little bit worried that he's not going to be able to say no. Like, ever. To anything this kid asks.

"Yeah," he manages, "that'd be...yeah. I got class, I got to book."

Jared just smiles at him and waves again and says "See you on Wednesday, Jensen," and Jensen takes a minute to remember Jared is in his class, which means three days a week, plus labs every other Thursday.

That's going to be great.

*

In general, Jensen doesn't believe in the drinking culture like Chris and Steve do. Chris and Steve have Mayhem Mondays, Tipsy Tuesdays, Whiskey Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursdays, and Thank God It's Fridays. Jensen lives with them and hangs out with them, but doesn't really partake until TGIF.

On Tipsy Tuesday, though, he realizes that the first thing he's going to do in the morning is see Jared Padalecki, who is tall and tan and smells really good and has this habit (based on their two encounters to date) of smiling at him and making him feel like he's made of rubber, so he asks Chris for a shot.

Chris raises his eyebrows at Steve.

"Everything okay there?" asks Steve.

"Fine," says Jensen. "Dude, can't a guy just have a shot anymore?"

"A guy can, sure. But you? Man, you don't even drink on Thursday, and everyone knows Thursday is the new Friday."

Jensen fixes a look on Steve. Steve is the kind of guy who hooks up with prospies. He doesn't know Jensen is also that kind of guy, but now seems like a good time to maybe discuss it, so Jensen can be distracted from how much tomorrow's going to suck by his friends mocking him.

"There's this kid in my class," he says.

"Hot?" says Steve, getting right to the point.

"Dude, he sucked me off when he was a fucking prospie."

Chris starts laughing his ass off, which was the reaction Jensen was banking on, and he takes advantage of his friend's distraction and snags the bottle of gin. He takes a swig straight from the bottle before Chris reclaims it.

"Come on, you really think being hungover's gonna make that suck less?"

"Maybe I can still be drunk," Jensen mutters darkly. "Jesus fucking Christ, I swear he's like ten feet tall. I thought he went here."

"Goes here now," Steve points out.

"He wants to call me. I think he wants to date me."

"So?" asks Chris. "Dating's not that bad. Go to some movies, make out, maybe a hand job."

"He's probably not even legal."

And then Steve starts laughing his ass off. "You like him."

Jensen wants to die.

"You actually honest to god like this kid. And now you're girling out about if he likes you and if he's gonna call and what you're gonna wear to class tomorrow."

Jensen wants to argue with him, but all of these things are pretty much true.

Steve's still laughing, and Chris slides the bottle over toward Jensen. "You're gonna need it, son," he says, smirking.

Jensen hates everyone and the world.

*

Jensen isn't sure how Jared is friends with everyone by the second class, but he's waving to basically every person in the room as he comes in, so maybe they all had a party that Jensen didn't know about. It's really a good thing, he's telling himself--it's natural to latch on to the people you know in a class, so if Jared's got other people, he'll leave Jensen alone, and they can forget about the blowjobs and the phone numbers and everything.

But after class, Jared is propped up against the wall, waiting, and his whole face lights up when Jensen comes out.

"Hey!"

"Hi," says Jensen, sort of dazzled. Christ, the kid's like a fucking Christmas tree. Made of shiny.

"So, bio."

"Bio."

"What are you doing with bio?" Jared asks.

"Um. Physical therapy?"

"Yeah? So you're doing grad school next year?"

Jensen rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, but still here, I'm hoping. I mean, I like it here, we've got a good department...figured I'd just stick around."

Jared grins. "So you're graduating and not leaving."

"That's the plan."

"Awesome," he says, with feeling, and Jensen wants to talk about that, or about what Jared actually wants, but he's talking again before Jensen can jump in. "So what's your next class?"

"Um, senior seminar at one."

"What about that other class?" asks Jared, looking kind of smug and amused, which is really a terrible sign.

"Other class?"

"The one you ran off to last time."

"Oh, uh. Dropped it." He clears his throat, forging on with the lie even though Jared clearly doesn't believe him at all. "You know, first meeting kind of blew."

Jared just grins wider. "Well, I've got philosophy, so I gotta go. But I'll see you tomorrow for lab, right?"

"Yeah. Which section are you?" he asks. Jensen's actually in charge of the second section, and he's not really sure if he wants Jared to be in it or not.

Jared looks thoughtful, pulls out his planner and takes a look. "Two?"

Jensen does not swear or whoop or throw himself in front of oncoming traffic. Weirdly, he doesn't even want to. He just smiles. "Hey, that's my section."

Jared's returning grin is amazing, and Jensen finds himself wondering about the pros and cons of oncoming traffic, because Jared was flustering him enough without encouragement, and now here he is being all happy that he's going to see the kid more. Because he kind of likes him.

"See you," says Jared, jogging off, and Jensen watches him go, wishing he was just thinking about how good Jared is at giving head. Because Jensen understands good head.

*

The thing is, Jensen has never had to deal with this stuff. Sometimes, he likes guys a little. Not quite crushes, but attraction he gets. He usually lusts after someone in one of his classes from afar for a while, decides the guy is probably straight, and moves on. He'll hook up with people at parties, but that's just a hook up, and at best he'll maybe see them at another party and hook up again.

He's never even gone on a real date in his life.

Jared calls him at eleven on Thursday to see if he wants to grab lunch before their lab, and Jensen doesn't even think of turning him down. But Chris bursts his bubble.

"So, you've got a date," he points out evenly.

"What? No! It's not a date. It's lunch."


"Lunch date," Chris says.

"Dude," says Jensen. "It's so not. He didn't call it a date."

Chris gives him a look.

"What's up?" asks Steve, wandering in, and Jensen pokes at the couch, to see if it'll swallow him up. No such luck.

"Mr. I-Don't-Do-Dates is doing a date."

"Christ, I'm having lunch with a kid in my class, it's not like that."

"The kid gave you a blowjob," says Chris, which is kind of a valid point.

"You should bring him flowers," says Steve.

"And candy."

"Maybe a stuffed animal."

"I'm fucking moving in with someone else next year."

"Course you are," says Steve.

"Keep telling yourself that," Chris adds.

Jensen gives them the finger. It's almost productive.

*

Jared never mentions the blowjob. He never really mentions dating at all, and if Jared hadn't sucked him off at a party then he'd be seriously doubting Jared wanted anything other than friendship. Because that's the thing: Jared doesn't call. Or he does, but he checks homework or sets up lunch (which, fuck Chris and Steve, is really not a date, because there's no touching or making out and they just talk) or something else mundane and friendly. He doesn't actually ask Jensen out.

And it's kind of driving Jensen crazy.

Ideally, Jared would blow him again. That's the best case scenario. But Jensen would settle for some making out or a hand job. And he'd kind of like to blow Jared a little (a lot) and maybe just snuggle with him. Which sounds even gayer than wanting to blow him, somehow.

Jensen rubs his face and groans.

"What's wrong?" asks Jared.

It's probably not the best time to be thinking about this, all things considered. It mostly seems to be confusing Jared, and at this point Jensen has to assume Jared is into guys who are insane, because there is no other explanation.

Well, except that Jensen is super hot. But even that might not be enough to balance the crazy.

And now Jared's putting his hand on Jensen's arm, so Jensen grits out "Dyouwangotpary."

"What?" asks Jared.

Jensen takes his hand away from his face, focuses his eyes on Jared, and smiles. "Sorry. You want to go to a party? My friend Tom, he's having a party tonight, and it might be fun, and I thought you might have fun, you know, going."

Jensen would be so much smoother if Jared hadn't blown him. He's great at seducing guys, but he sucks with people he's already seduced. No pun intended.

Jared lights up. And it's different, Jensen notices--he's not just smiling, he's fucking glowing, like Jensen suddenly handed him the world on a platter, and Jensen realizes with a sinking feeling that Jared's been making the first move for this whole month, and Jensen's mostly been being an awkward spaz at him.

"Thought you'd never ask," Jared mutters, ducking his head and rubbing his neck and still glowing. It's easy to forget Jared is a kid, and that he's probably new at this, and that Jensen should be the mature responsible one. And they're walking away from class together, a class he TAs, a class where he has some kind of authority, but Jensen just thinks fuck it, pulls Jared's face down, and kisses him.

Jared makes a little noise that starts surprised and turns into a moan, and Jensen can't remember why he didn't do this the second he saw Jared again.

Well, they were in class. And Jensen was freaking out. Those are two pretty decent reasons. But still.

Jared's getting his arms around Jensen and the kiss is getting really good with tongues and heat and teeth when Jared suddenly swears and pulls back.

"Uh, I've got, um, class," says Jared. He takes a deep breath. "But I really really really really want to pick that up. Like. Really. A lot."

Jensen has to chuckle, and it comes out less amused and more relieved, but whatever, he just made out with Jared Padalecki, so who cares. "Yeah, me too. I'll give you a call tonight? I can give you details. Like, party details."

"Yeah, that's. That'd be great. I'm...gonna go. To class." And then Jared blatantly stares at Jensen's lips, and Jensen freaks out a little, because goddamnit, he just asked a boy out on a date. And Chris and Steve are going to make fun of him forever, and Mike might scar Jared for life. Mike likes scarring freshman; Jensen is pretty sure he has notches in his bedpost for the number of people he's emotionally fucked over.

He sighs, books it back to the apartment to study for the quiz he's got coming up at one, finds Chris in his boxers at the fridge.

"Jesus, son, you high on life?" Chris asks, looking up over the door.

"What?"

"You're fucking grinning."

Jensen thinks about this. Now that Chris mentions it, he kind of is. "Got a date."

Chris whoops, and Jensen can hear Steve's muffled "shut the fuck up" from behind his closed door. "Tommy's gonna kill you if you skip his party."

"Asked him to come," says Jensen, going to the fridge. "Then we made out."

Chris considers this and then starts laughing his ass off. Because Jensen's friends are all emotionally scarring jerks. "Man, you've fucking got it bad."

"Shut up," says Jensen, but he's still grinning.

He's going to get a boyfriend. And, as a bonus, blowjobs.

*

Jensen isn't just hanging around waiting to call Jared or anything. He really isn't. He has class and then some grading, and if the grading reminds him he should maybe call Jared, it's really not his fault. Jared's the one who signed up for Jensen's section, and Jensen is mostly really glad Jared is a smart kid, because he'd feel bad failing him.

At five, Jensen decides Jared has to be done with all his classes, and that calling him is totally justified, because he said he would, and Jared needs party details. And if it's a little early, whatever. Steve and Chris aren't here to make kissy faces while he's on the phone, which is his biggest priority right now.

Jared picks up on the second ring. "Hey!"

"Hi. Um...it's Jensen."

He can hear Jared laughing through the phone. "Dude, caller ID."

"Oh, yeah. So, uh, I was going to fill you in on the whole party thing."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that," says Jared, and Jensen feels his breath catch as he imagines all the bad places that could go, most of them ending with Jared saying he didn't want to come after all. "Do you wanna get dinner first?" Jared asks instead, letting it out in a huff of breath, like maybe he'd been building to it, which makes Jensen really fucking happy.

"Sure, yeah."

And then Jared starts talking to him, normal things like details and other things, just talking, and it's kind of awesome. If Jensen knew talking to people he hooked up with was this awesome, he would have tried it sooner.

"So can I pick you up at six-thirty?" asks Jared, kind of hopefully.

Jensen looks around his apartment, taking in Chris's clothes and the beer and thinking that Chris and Steve will be back by then, and Jared is going to get inquisitioned if they're all in the same place at the same time.

"You know what? How about I get you," he says, running a hand through his hair. "My apartment's kind of hard to find anyway."

"You live in an apartment?" Jared asks, surprised.

"Dude, senior. I got the hell out of those crappy dorms. Don't you remember, I lived here last y--" Jensen cuts off. Neither he nor Jared has ever actually really brought up last year in a meaningful way. After establishing that yes, Jensen did still know Jared's number, no one had said anything like "So, about that blowjob" or "Remember how we hooked up and it was hot and we should do it way way more starting as soon as possible?"

Jensen isn't sure why he hadn't said these things, except that Jared makes him really fucking tongue-tied.

"Oh, yeah," says Jared after a pause. "I forgot."

There's more pause, and in that moment Chris and Steve come back in, making tons of noise and generally being them. "Fuck," says Jensen. "I'll see you at six-thirty?" he asks Jared.

"Yeah," Jared says. "Everything okay?"

"Roommates home early, probably drunk. It's awesome. Bye."

He hangs up after Jared's confused bye and looks over at Steve and Chris, who are looking at him, the fuckers.


"Practice end early?" he asks, aiming for casual.

"Late," says Steve, and he grins. "Jenny, if you're gonna have phone sex, close your door."

Jensen looks at the clock, and somehow it's already past six. Which, when the hell did that happen? And how did he miss being on the phone with Jared for an hour? Jensen hates being on the phone; he usually spends most of his time coming up with elaborate lies about cooking fires so he can get off it. But instead he's been happily talking to Jared Padalecki for an hour without even caring.

He kind of wishes he had been having phone sex. It would be easier to explain.

"Whatever," he finally says. "I've got a date."

That doesn't stop them laughing at him, but he can plot his revenge later. Preferably after he gets laid.

"What are you gonna wear?" asks Mikey, and when did Mikey get here?

"When did you get here?" asks Jensen, because there was no reason not to ask.

"Tom kicked me out so he could clean," says Mike, all lamentation. "What are you gonna wear?"

"Clothes," snaps Jensen, and slams his door. It's not his most mature moment, but in his defense, it's also not his least.

"You're the worst gay guy ever!" yells Mike.

*

Jensen isn't nervous. That would be lame. And kind of high school girly.

Of course, probably most people go on their first date in high school and get over their issues. So Jensen is just a few years behind. Whatever. He takes things at his own pace.

"Who the fuck are you?" someone asks, and there's a blond kid looking really judgmental in his general direction.

"Jensen?" he tries.

The blond guy sizes him up. It's weird. "Dude, you better be here for my roommate."

"Oh," says Jensen, realizing that he's standing outside what must be this blond guy's room. "Jared, yeah."

The blond guy just nods and unlocks the door. "Your boyfriend's here!" he yells into the room.

"Chad, god, he's--hi," says Jared, starting off angry, but running his hands through his hair nervously and stopping as soon as he sees Jensen.

"Hey," says Jensen with a vague wave. Jared waves back and smiles a little.

"God, this is the gayest thing I have ever seen in my entire life," says Chad, apparently.

"Shut up, douchebag," says Jared, kind of fondly. "Can we go?" he asks Jensen.

"Yeah, definitely," Jensen agrees.

"I'm not getting sexiled tonight, bitch!" Chad yells after them.

Jared flips him off as he closes the door.

"So, you really won the roommate lotto, huh?" asks Jensen, and Jared laughs.

"He's really not...okay, he's still a douche when you get to know him. But kind of an okay douche."

"And you told him about me?" Jensen asks, smugly, because he can.

Jared blushes real pretty, and Jensen is doomed, because no one else he's ever hooked up with in the history of his illustrious hook-up career has ever been "pretty." "Little. I mean, you are my TA."

"Right, course that's it," Jensen smirks. "So, where are we going?"

When Jared starts talking about food, it's a full-body experience. It's actually pretty amazing, Jensen has to say. It's all wide grins and gestures, his drawl coming out when he's really happy, and it's nice. Like, really nice. And he realizes Jared has stopped talking and is just smiling kind of fondly about the same time he realizes he's been smiling fondly at Jared.

He wonders if Jared thinks he blushes real pretty.

"So, I gave you a blowjob," says Jared.

Jensen chokes on the air.

"We should probably talk about that," continues Jared, but he's smiling now.

"Uh. Thank you?" Jensen tries. He's never really been sure what to say after sex, and saying it months later doesn't make it easier. Maybe he should have sent an e-card or something. Somewhere on the internet there has to be an e-card for this situation.

Jared laughs. "I'm pretty glad, honestly. Saved me weeks of whining at everyone I know about how my TA is the hottest guy ever and probably totally straight."

"So what'd you whine about instead?" asks Jensen, after a little more choking.

Jared laughs. "How my TA is the hottest guy ever and also really kind of shy and awkward and that makes him hotter."

"I'm not shy," Jensen protests. "And I'm just awkward--" he cuts himself off before he says "around you" because Jared probably doesn't need that kind of power trip.

"I like shy, awkward guys," says Jared. "Sandy says I've got a type."

"Sandy?"

"My friend down the hall. She really wants to meet you. She keeps threatening to stalk our class, but I don't think she can wake up that early."

"You really are telling just about everyone about me, huh?" asks Jensen, feeling something between confusion and pride.

"Yeah, well," Jared rubs the back of his neck. "You've at least mentioned your creepy freshman stalker to your friends, right?"

Jensen laughs at that, and Jared flushes. "Dude, you're going to get the third degree from my friends. If Tom wouldn't kill me, I'd skip this party entirely just so none of them would get to talk to you."

"What are they gonna say?" Jared asks, sounding surprised.

"Probably asking how you got me to actually, you know," Jensen says, pretty sure Jared doesn't know, but he's not clear if they're actually dating and really not sure if he wants to know how Jared would react if he said they were.

"I really don't," says Jared.

"Ask you out," Jensen admits, thinking that's better.

Jared laughs, but it doesn't sound like he thinks it's that funny. "Yeah, it only took me a month of flirting with you."

Jensen swallows. Jared's sounding kind of self-deprecating and that's not really acceptable. "It's kind of my first time," he says finally. "Asking someone to one of Tom's parties. Or...anywhere."

Jared stops abruptly, looks surprised and confused. "What?"

"What?" asks Jensen, fidgeting a little. Does Jared have something against guys who don't date? Or who don't date people who aren't him? Jensen always sort of figured monogamy was good. And Jensen is, like, super monogamous. Or not at all monogamous, with the lack of dating. But he's not planning on asking out people who aren't Jared, and he hasn't slept with anyone since...well, he has since the first blowjob, but not since Jared showed up in his class. So he gets partial credit. "I don't really date," he clarifies. "It just...it never happened." Because it's not like Jensen is against dating, just no one he wanted to say yes to asked him out, and he never asked anyone, and that's how you don't date people.

"How?" Jared manages, sounding genuinely stunned.

"I wasn't out in high school," Jensen explains. "I knew I was gay, but it seemed kind of like a pain to be out and proud in Texas. Then once I got here I got straight to the hooking up with guys at parties and skipped the whole dating step. Until, uh. You."

Jared's mouth moves a lot before he says, "Why me?"

And isn't that the big question. Jensen's been trying to figure that one out for the last month--longer than that, really, because his mind would flash to Jared at random times, and it weirded him out, thinking about this guy he'd met once and was probably never going to see again. He doesn't say that, though; he just says "I like you" kind of softly, without noticing that he's saying it until he's done.

The warmth spreads slowly on Jared's face until he's glowing again, and Jensen actually has to look away because he feels so weird. No one ever told him that relationships had physical side effects. He feels like he's on medication or something.

"I like you too," Jared says.

"This is a touching moment," Jensen says, feeling awkward and happy and fucked up. "I'm very touched. Should we hug?"

"You're ruining it," says Jared, grinning and knocking Jensen's shoulder with his own. "Jerk."

"Oh I'm so sorry. I know how much your moment meant to you."

"I'm never going out with you again."

"Good, cuz I wasn't going to ask you."

"Yeah you were," says Jared smugly. "Cuz you like me."

"God, you're going to meet Chris, and you're going to talk to him, and I'm going to have to shoot myself."

"Can we get dinner first?" asks Jared, gesturing to the restaurant. "You deserve a last meal."

"Yeah," says Jensen. "There better be steak."

Jared laughs, and Jensen thinks dating is kind of awesome, so far.

*


"Who's this?" asks Tom.

"Jared Padalecki," says Jared, extending his hand. He's taller than Tom, which is awesome. Tom looks pretty much baffled, and Jensen loves everything.

"You brought a friend?" Tom manages, kind of boggling at Jensen.

"He's kind of cute," Jensen explains. "Thinking I might keep him."

Jared laughs and Tom's still just boggling, so Jensen grabs Jared's wrist and just drags him past their host. And if he doesn't let go right away, that's no one's business but his.

"That must be your boy."

Of course, now it's also Chris's business. That's no good.

Jared fucking grins. "Chris?"

"Man, Jen, you've been telling him about me? Figured you spent all your time staring into his eyes and sighing."

"Jesus Christ," mutters Jensen. "I need a drink."

"You really want to leave us alone?" asks Chris, lifting his eyebrows.

Jensen considers this. "Better than me having to be here."

Jared laughs and Jensen ducks his head as he goes so no one sees him smile. He's not supposed to be happy about this.

"So that's him?" says Steve, who's hanging out by the keg, of course.

"That's him," Jensen admits.

"And you left him alone with Chris?"

"It had to happen sometime."

"No, it didn't," Steve points out.

Jensen knows that's true. Chris has gone through a lot of girls whose names Jensen has never even known; no invitations to parties or to the apartment, just dinner and a movie and then probably sex. "Yeah, well," says Jensen with a shrug.

Steve fixes him with a look. "So he's really sticking around for a while, huh?"

Jensen smiles a little, and he knows it's a goofy, stupid smile, but he can't help it. "I'm hoping."

Steve shakes his head, but he looks happy for Jensen, which is a little annoying. It's not like he's been pining away, waiting for love or anything. He's been pretty much good. There was no Jared-shaped hole in his soul.

Which is probably good, because Jared is huge, and that sounds painful.

"Dude," Jensen hears Jared say, and it's closely followed by an arm around his neck, "you are the slowest beer bitch ever."

"It's been like five minutes," Jensen points out.

"Have you ever been sober at a party? It sucks."

"No, because I'm legal."

"Yeah, I can tell everyone really cares about legality here," says Jared, and Jensen doesn't think it's about the way he maybe technically statutorily raped Jared last year, but he can't help thinking it might be.

Not that Jared seems to mind. And his arm is still around Jensen. Which is awesome.

"Here's your beer, boy," says Steve, handing Jared a cup.

Jared grins. "You're Steve?"

"One and the same. Jen here's just been telling me about your epic gay love."

Jensen spits out his beer.

Jared laughs at him.

All in all, it's going much better than expected.

*

Jensen wakes up with a hangover the size of Texas and no real memories after 10 pm. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's kind of been a while, and he wonders if he should just preemptively text message an apology to Jared. It seems like a little much, though, so he returns to an old idea, mostly because he thinks it'll make Jared laugh.



Satisfied, Jensen hits send and staggers out into the kitchen to find Jared laughing with Chris.

He blinks until Jared goes away.

He's still blinking when Jared notices him and grins. "Hey!"

"Uh."

Jared's grin fades a little. "You okay?"

"Coffee," Jensen declares, because coffee will totally destroy his hangover, restore his memory, and cure cancer.

Chris hands him a cup and grins some more. "I'll just leave you two alone."

Jensen groans and chugs. It's kind of hard to do both at the same time, but he's got practice. And skills. Jared's still looking kind of confused and upset, so Jensen puts down his mug to talk to the kid.

"Sorry, I've got the worst hangover. I haven't really...drunk that much in while," he explains with a handwave.

"I can go," says Jared, gesturing vaguely, and Jensen realizes belatedly that Jared's entire issue is probably that he thinks Jensen doesn't want him to be here. Which is completely false, so Jensen grins.

"No way, man, stick around," he says. "Just no loud noises or bright lights."

"And coffee?" Jared laughs.

"In an IV, if you've got one," he groans and puts his head on the table. Realization floods him and he looks up at Jared again. "So, uh, if you get an e-card from me, just ignore it."

Jared laughs again, and the next time Jensen's at Jared's dorm, he sees the card's been printed and hung on the wall. Somehow, he doesn't mind.

*

someecards.com does not have a card with the sentiment "Did we have sex and I forgot about it? Because I would like to remember that." Or if they do, Jensen can't find it, and he's not really sure if that's the way to ask. He and Jared certainly haven't had sex since the night he can't remember, so either they didn't, or they did and it sucked so Jared wants to never have sex with him again. Which, given how much Jared likes making out with him, seems unlikely.

So Jensen's awkward and confused and thinking of swearing off booze forever.

Aside from the way he's not getting laid, he likes dating. Which is pretty much bizarre, because as far as Jensen knew, the number one reason to date was to make sure you were getting laid regularly. But Jared's funny and awesome and a blast to hang out with, and on top of that hot and a great kisser and Jensen is almost tempted to propose, except that it would be weird, and then they might end up doing the no-sex-til-marriage thing, and Jensen would really hate to not get sex until he's married.

He also probably needs to get laid before he does something monumentally stupid like jumping Jared in the middle of class. Because it's not like Jared looks particularly hot in class, but Jensen's really, really horny. So Jared existing is tough enough at the moment.

"Isn't this a conflict of interests?" asks Jared as Jensen molests him in the hall after everyone's left class.

"Hey, I grade you the same as everyone else," Jensen argues. "And I'm pretty sure Professor Morgan triple checks to make sure I do."

"Professor Morgan knows we're dating?" asks Jared, groaning. Jensen takes the opportunity to get a good start on giving him a hickey before he replies.

"Dude," Jensen argues. "You know we're, like, ten feet from the classroom right now? Not exactly subtle."

"God, way to kill the mood," says Jared, laughing a little. He glances at the clock. "Shit, class," he gives Jensen a light peck on the lips and waves. Jensen doesn't bang his head against anything, but it's close.

*

Two days later, Jensen finally finds what he needs to get laid.



Jensen loves the internet. Almost as much as he loves blowjobs.

*

"So we've got a prospective student staying in our room next weekend," says Jared, draping his arm around Jensen as they leave lab. "You think you can keep your hands to yourself?"

Jensen shoves him lightly. "I dunno, is he tall? I got this thing for tall guys."

"Really? I thought it was young guys," says Jared, grinning. "I feel so much better. I thought once I hit twenty we were done for."

"Wait, you won't be young and pretty forever? Shit."

"Jerk."

"You love it," Jensen says, and it feels sort of like he's saying "me" instead of "it," and Jared seems on board with that interpretation, because his expression softens and he just says, "Duh."

Jensen smiles to himself. He'd say that he should hook up with prospies more often, except, well. Monogamy kind of rocks.

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Continues with TGIF, Motherfuckers.