These just keep happening. It's a little confusing.

Title: I Really Enjoyed Awkwardly Waving to You
Author: Chash
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Real person fiction, slightly underage sex.
Word Count: ~3,500
Summary: Prequel to my college AU fics. In that it comes before the first one. Jared is checking out colleges. And also checking out Jensen Ackles's ass. Jared multitasks like that.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.


Jared's host for prospie weekend is named Gabe Tigerman, which is a really awesome name, and he seems like a decently cool guy. They spend some time on Friday hanging out and playing video games and discussing which super heroine is the hottest (Jared's saying Wonder Woman, but Gabe swears up and down it's Emma Frost, and Jared gets him on a technicality when he points out that Emma Frost started out as a villain), and Gabe gives him an awesome campus tour on Saturday and makes him feel pretty at home.

But when he says, on Saturday night, that an awesome band's playing at an awesome party and probably most of the other prospies will be there, Jared's not sure he's up for it. He isn't sure about most of the other prospies, for one thing, and he isn't sure he feels like getting wasted tonight, but he doesn't want to be the loser prospie who doesn't go to the party. And Gabe probably won't leave him to die somewhere. Gabe doesn't seem like that kind of guy. So he figures he doesn't have anything to lose other than his dignity, and he's not really using his dignity anyway.

"You've had booze before, right?" asks Gabe, sounding a little nervous.

"Yeah," Jared assures him. He knows about his limits and about drinking water and stuff, and about not doing anything he regrets after that one time he accidentally made out with Clarissa Feldman and she decided they were dating and going to get married and soul mates and he's pretty sure she still has a voodoo doll of him. Anyway. Jared knows about what not to drink and how much to drink and all that. He's not a kid.

But he's maybe a little overwhelmed when he gets to the party.

"Have fun!" yells Gabe over the din, as he sees some girl, waves to her, and disappears into the throng of people dancing.

Jared feels very small and very huge at the same time.

"Hey, hey, Jared, right?" says a voice to his left, and he turns to find one of the other prospies, Adam B-something. Brockton? Briston? Whatever. Definitely Adam, though.

"Hey!"

"Dude, this party is insane. I think there are more people here than in my whole home town," shouts Adam. "Drink?"

He holds out something pink that might be punch, and Jared assumes it's spiked to all hell. And, given the way Adam's kind of swaying a little, the guy's already had a few.

"Thanks," he says, because when in Rome and all that. Also, the party's terrifying sober, so maybe drinking will loosen him up.

"Want to go pick up chicks?" asks Adam. "I'm not good at it, but you're really tall, and I figure maybe I can be your wingman."

Jared laughs. "Just because I'm tall doesn't mean I get the chicks."

"Yeah, well," says Adam, "those girls over there are staring at you and giggling, so let's go get me some ass."

*

The girls were nice, but all a little too drunk and horny for Jared's tastes, especially when he himself wasn't that wasted. He has these weird chivalric standards with hookups, where if he's too much soberer than the girls, it feels like taking advantage, and none of them made him want to go do shots until he was on their level of incoherence.

So instead he navigates through the crowded dance floor, past Adam and one of the girls grinding and Gabe in a corner necking with a hot blonde, and goes out the back door to get some air.

He just isn't in a party mood, which is totally lame. He's at college, at a party where no one's parents' stuff is being destroyed and someone legally bought alcohol, and he isn't in the mood? Jared Padalecki is officially the loseriest loser to ever loser.

"Too much for you in there?" someone asks, and Jared searches the darkness to find the guy.

Holy fucking shit.

Jared privately considers himself bi. He hasn't really mentioned it to anyone--theoretically, Matt knows, but Matt's a dumbass and Jared doesn't think he figured it out. Point is, the other guy who's out here? Is the hottest thing Jared has ever seen in his life in person. Possibly even including celebrities, but he's not really sure. Probably some of it's the alcohol, but he really hasn't had that much, and fuck.

"Yeah," he manages. "Not that I don't like parties," he adds quickly, because he's okay with being the loseriest loser to ever loser on his own, but with this guy? He wants to be awesome. "But this one's not my thing."

The guy chuckles, and his laugh's a little husky and a lot hot. Jared kind of wants to worship him. "Yeah, I know what you mean." And then, honest to God, the guy checks him out. Jared's been checked out before--several times tonight, even--and he recognizes it, the way the guy's green eyes sweep up and down him, and Jared really, really hopes he likes what he sees.

"The music's a lot better from out here," says Jared. The band is pretty kickass, like Gabe said, but in there, Jared could barely hear them over the thrum of all the people and the hooking up.

"Yeah, they're why I'm here," the guy says. "It's my roommates playing."

"Seriously?" asks Jared. "They're awesome."

"Man, don't tell them that. They've got big enough heads already," says the guy, laughing again. His eyes dart over to Jared, and now Jared is pretty sure he likes what he sees. "I'm Jensen."

"Jared," he says.

"Texas boy, right?" asks Jensen.

Jared flushes. One of the other prospies made fun of his accent right off, so he's been trying to hide it. Apparently Texas equals hick for some people, and Jared resents it. "That obvious?"

"Heard a lot of 'em," says Jensen, letting his drawl slip in, and he was already hot, but now he's hot and from Texas? Jared's a little bit in love.

"So," says Jared, laughing a little, "if I know a guy who knows the band, does it make up the cool points I lose for running away from the party?"

Jensen smirks. "I don't think you need cool points."

"My little sister actually keeps a tally of them," says Jared. "Probably shouldn't tell her about this. Skipping out on party, minus ten points. Hanging out with hot guy who knows the band, five points." His voice doesn't shake on hot guy, which is a minor miracle.

"I'm worth more than five points," says Jensen, but he sounds amused instead of offended. "How old's your sister?"

"Thirteen," says Jared. "She doesn't get how cool it is to know the band yet."

Jensen laughs again. "I know what you mean. Mine's fourteen and thinks I just live with dirty gross musicians."

"God save us from immature brats," says Jared, and his shoulder brushes against Jensen. He hopes they've both been moving towards each other, because if it's just him doing it, he's losing more cool points.

Jensen laughs, though, and when Jared glances over at him, their eyes meet and they both start laughing. "I'm usually smoother at this," says Jensen. "I swear."

"Smoother at what?" asks Jared innocently, jostling Jensen's shoulder with his own.

"Normally," says Jensen, ignoring Jared's question and pitching his voice low in a way that goes directly to Jared's dick, "I'd get you a drink, touch you a little more than I had to, maybe ask you to dance, just get my hands on you. But since we're outside and away from the booze and the dance floor..."

Jared swallows. He leans down as Jensen leans up, and the kiss is sloppy but fucking hot, and if he'd known kissing guys was this good, he would have been trying to do it at home. As it is, he repositions so he's pushing Jensen up against the wall of the building, moving one hand onto Jensen's face and bracing the other one against the wall, trying not to moan too embarrassingly when Jensen sucks on his lower lip.

"You know," says Jensen when they stop to breathe, "my place has Madden."

"I love Madden," says Jared, resting his forehead against Jensen's and grinning. "Lead the way."

*

Jared realizes as they're walking and Jensen is stumbling and weaving a bit that he might have underestimated Jensen's drunkenness. But given Jared is snickering at random things and colliding with Jensen a good deal, he probably underestimated his own drunkenness too, so it's totally okay if they hook up. Which Jared is pretty sure they're going to. Because Jensen's lips said Madden, but Jensen's lips had also just been all over Jared's, so they were giving mixed messages.

"Why'd you come to California?" Jared asks, because he's kind of curious. California seems far--not the farthest of the school's he's applied to, because he's checking out NYU next week--and strange, and he's still thinking maybe he should just go to Texas A&M or something where no one will care about his accent.

"Hollywood," says Jensen with a grin. "I'm trying to fuck a star."

"Seriously, asshole."

"Seriously? Cuz I like the school, the weather's pretty kickass, and I wanted to try something new."

Jared nods.

"What about you?" Jensen asks.

"Same, I guess," says Jared. He laces his hands behind his head and slows down a little, walks behind Jensen so he can check out his ass, because he's totally drunk enough that it's okay.

Jensen glances over his shoulder and smirks, clearly knowing just where Jared was looking, "Faster you walk, faster we get back."

Jared perks up at that, because between the booze and the talking and the contented feeling in his stomach, he'd almost forgotten they were heading to Jensen's for sex.

He picks up the pace.

*

They're making out almost as soon as they get in the door, and Jensen's hands seem to be everywhere, while Jared's feel sluggish. He doesn't really know what to do with his body, and feels a little bad, because clearly Jensen has done this before, and Jared hasn't, and Jared's probably going to be terrible at it. Still, he's enthusiastic, and he's fine at hooking up with girls, so he figures he'll just go with it.

Jensen half drags him across the room and into a bedroom as Jared slips his hands under Jensen's shirt, raking his hands across Jensen's back.

And then Jared figures Jensen doesn't need his shirt anyway, because while it's tight and shows off his chest pretty well, not having a shirt would show off Jensen's chest even better. So Jensen loses his shirt, and Jared ends up on his back on Jensen's bed, and Jared's life is so good. And then Jensen's pulling off Jared's shirt and just looking at him, and Jensen swallows, like he can't quite deal with how hot Jared is. Which is about the sexiest thing Jared's seen, so he flips them over and starts kissing down Jensen's chest, because he wants to and he can. Because they're hooking up.

College parties are, so far, the best thing ever.

Jensen squirms under him as Jared works his way lower and lower, and it occurs to Jared kind of belatedly that he's never given anyone a blowjob. He's gotten a couple, but it's not like getting a blowjob means he can give a blowjob. Still, he jerked Matt off that one time and it turned out that what worked for him worked for Matt, so the same thing should apply here, and it turns out he really, really wants Jensen's dick in his mouth, so he's willing to improvise.

And given the way Jensen's thrusting his hips up a little and muttering, "Jesus Christ, Jared," it seems like Jensen's also going to be okay with that.

Jared turns off his brain and pulls down Jensen's jeans and gets to work. It's definitely not the hottest thing anyone's ever done--it's kind of wet and slippery and Jared nearly gags about thirty different times, but he bobs his head and hollows his cheeks and licks and sucks, and Jensen finally makes this choked-off noise that's the hottest thing Jared's ever heard and comes messily, so it must have been okay.

And then Jensen's dragging him up, kissing him again, and working his way into Jared's pants, and Jared thinks that if every college hookup is this good, higher education is going to be awesome.

*

They're making out lazily and Jared's dick is moving towards being interested in round two when he hears his cellphone buzz and groans. "I should really check that," he admits, because it's probably Gabe, and Jared should get back there, because Gabe's his host and Jensen probably isn't interested in making this a sleepover.

"Mm," says Jensen, flopping back on the bed and looking blissed out, and if Jared stares a little as he roots around for his pants, it's fine. He just sucked Jensen's dick, he's totally got the right to appreciate how hot he is.

Sure enough, he's got a text from Gabe: back at my room, call & ill let u in. Jared sighs; it's three a.m. and he's got a tour of the school at eight, so he really should get going.

"I got shit to do in the morning," he says regretfully, flashing a sheepish smile at Jensen. "I better get going."

Jensen sort of clambers so he's sitting up and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, didn't realize how late it got." He pauses, looks a little shifty. "Uh, can I get your number?"

Jared's pretty sure his grin could power a small country, because Jensen goes to college and is hot as fucking hell and he wants Jared's number. "Sure," he says, and grabs Jensen's phone to put in his number. "Course," he adds thoughtfully, "won't do you much good if I don't come here next year."

"Uh," says Jensen, looking like he's trying to turn his brain back on, which makes Jared feel pretty fucking smug. "Next year?"

And then it belatedly occurs to Jared that they never really covered that Jared's a prospie, and Jensen might have thought he actually went here, and he feels bad, because probably college students aren't actually that interested in hooking up with kids. Still, he can't not follow that up, and he feels himself blushing and looking away. "Yeah, you know, after high school."

"Oh," says Jensen, and then he seems to recover. He shakes his head, "It was nice to meet you, Jared. Like...really nice."

He looks so cute and confused and sexed out that Jared can't help it, leans down and gives him a peck on the lips. "Night, Jensen."

And then he's headed back to Gabe's, feeling like he just won the fucking lottery.

*

On the plane back home, Jared's thoughts drift back to Saturday night, because while he really liked the school overall, he has to admit he also really really liked Jensen. And not just because of the sex. The sex was awesome, sure, but...Jensen seemed like a really nice guy. And he sort of wants to just send Jensen retarded text messages and call him up to talk, but it seems kind of forward and weird. So he shoves that away and focuses on the whole bisexuality thing, because it's just become a more pressing issue.

When Jared was thirteen and still working on figuring out his dick, he'd suspected he might also like guys a little, which was the kind of thing you never mentioned to anyone, ever, because then you got labeled a fag. But then he'd stolen a joint from his older brother, gotten high with his best friend Matt, and the two of them had ended up talking about their insecurities about girls and making out and sex in general, and there were hand jobs.

Jared isn't actually in to Matt at all, but he'd kind of gotten off on the whole guy thing, so he'd assumed he was bi. But he never really wanted to tell anyone that, because he felt kind of like a poser. He's had girlfriends and had sex with girls, so he feels okay identifying as straight, but he was only kind of theoretically bi, and he didn't want to say it until he was sure.

It turns out once you've had a guy's dick in your mouth after knowing him for less than an hour, it's pretty hard to deny your bisexuality.

He thinks he should tell his parents, because that's the kind of thing his parents should know, but he really liked California (even leaving aside the whole gay sex thing), and if his parents are pissed he doesn't want them to connect the dots and figure out that he got a hand job at a college party and restrict him from going there. Not that he thinks it's that plausible a scenario, but to be on the safe side, he figures he'll wait. After all, his bisexuality isn't going anywhere.

In the airport, he passes Jensen on his contacts list as he scrolls to get his mom. He pauses, his finger hovering, and moves on.

So he'll probably never see Jensen again. It's not like it's a big deal.

*

His parents get quiet when he tells them about the whole bisexual thing, and it's worse than them being angry, Jared thinks. He could have a fight with them easily; he's done that before. He could call them homophobic and old-fashioned and prejudiced, could slam doors, punch walls, all that--he'd be justified.

But they're just quiet and stiff and his mother says, "Thank you for telling us," and she clearly doesn't mean it, and Jared just feels shitty.

Jeff comes in later that night, sits down on Jared's bed while Jared stares uselessly at his homework. He's back from college for the weekend to visit his girlfriend, and Jared isn't sure if he's glad his brother's around to witness his coming out. "So," says Jeff, "heard you like cock."

Jared splutters.

Jeff grins. "Hey, I don't mind. I hear a lot of people do."

Jared laughs, a little hysterically, for way too long. "Did mom and dad tell you?" he asks when he recovers.

"Heard them talking about it," admits Jeff. "The kind of quiet arguing they do when they want us to think everything's okay. They're freaked out, bro."

"I know."

"It was pretty badass of you to tell them."

"I feel like shit."

"Yeah," says Jeff, "I would too. But it took guts, man. You shouldn't feel bad."

"Does Megan know?"

"I didn't tell her."

"I should."

"She'll be happy she's got someone to talk about boys with," says Jeff, and Jared smiles. "They'll deal, you know. They love you."

"I know they do."

"Just maybe...don't bring any guys home for a while. Like, til college," Jeff suggests. "Give them some time to get used to it."

"No one to bring home," says Jared, thinking of Jensen, trying to picture that meeting. Hi, mom, dad, this is the guy I sucked off when I was a little drunk in California. I don't even know his last name!

Jeff claps him on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Jare. Really. And I don't care."

"Thanks," says Jared, and watching his brother leave.

They'll deal. Jeff wouldn't lie to him. At least, not about something important.

He gets back to his homework before he can remember all the childhood instances of Jeff lying to him about important things. It's safer that way.

*

Jared ended up having his coming out after his NYU weekend, because it was too fucking cold up there, and as expected, his parents hmm and hum and say that maybe New York is a little far away. Jared nods his agreement and says that he was thinking of California, and they seem happy with that, think it's a nice distance, not too far, but far enough Jared can spread his wings.

When he confirms he's going, he thinks about calling Jensen, or e-mailing him, but refrains. What's he going to say? 'Hi, you might not remember me, but we hooked up on prospie weekend and now I'm coming to your school. Want to get dinner some time? Sincerely, Jared Padalecki.' Yeah, right.

He's never going to see Jensen again. It's fine.

*

He's talking to a pretty girl named Sophia as he goes into his first college course, Biology 101, and he's flirting with her a little, just because he can, but it's not going that well because it's nine in the fucking morning, and even Jared can't be that charming at nine in the morning. He's thinking he should maybe find another section, because this is not going to go well for him. It's 101, it's got a billion sections, and Jared just picked this one because he thought he was used to getting up early from high school. Now that he doesn't have to, though, he's thinking of embracing the late classes, like his roommate has.

Still, Sophia seems cute and sweet, and Jared's thinking about getting her number when he walks in and sees Jensen at the front of the class. It doesn't even occur to him that it might be awkward to greet him--he's pretty much too amazed to see Jensen to form coherent thoughts about weirdness levels. Because Jensen's just as hot as he remembered and Jared's heart does this lurching thing and his brain shuts down. He grins and waves and Jensen blushes a little but smiles back, and Jared's so happy can't even deal with it. He sits down in his seat and watches Jensen talk to the professor, and only looks away when he realizes he's feeling kind of like a creepy stalker. He busies himself with the syllabus he picked up on the way in.

Biology 101 Section A (MWF 9:00 to 9:50)
Professor: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Teaching Assistant: Jensen Ackles

Jared's face actually hurts a little from grinning. Suddenly, nine a.m. seems like the perfect time to be awake.

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Followed by You're Cantankerous, Inappropriate, Self-Destructive, and Hopefully Single; in terms of timeline, followed by I'm Ready to Change My Facebook Relationship Status If You Are.