So, who won the bet?:
Chad and Misha set out on a mission: Crouching low, they sneak across the lawn, racing towards the nearby house and diving from bush to bush. Once they reach the entrance, Chad darts up, quickly entering the five-digit code and holding it open while Misha sneaks in after him.
1,400 words, NC-17, voyeurism, schmoop, hotness, funny, bottom!Jared
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“Dude, is that really necessary?” Chad asks, gesturing at the charcoal and combat outfit. “I mean…”
“Just shut up and get in gear, Murray. You know you want to.”
“But…” slowly the hesitation in the blonde’s face fades into childish delight, “Ooooh, man. You got walkie-talkies?”
Misha snorts softly, “Who do you think we are, man? Seven year olds? Nooo, those are radio transceivers. The real deal.”
“Oh….” Chad grins, snaking a hand out to grab one. “Then why does it still have the $4 sign on it from Wal-Mart?”
“You… you,” Misha splutters, pointing at him, “You infidel! You non-believer. You… you….”
Flicking a switch on the walkie-talkie, Chad smirks as he speaks into it, “Fox-1 signing in.”
“Ow, dammit. Gerroff me, you moron!” Chad mutters, trying to shove the other man away. “Dude, stop groping me!”
Misha makes a face, “In a combat mission, you would so be dead. A car was passing, we had to take cover, you’re too slow.”
Huffing, Chad stumbles to his feet, brushing the dirt from the combats. He looks around quickly and a grin breaks over his lips, “Dude… we’re here.”
Misha raises his transceiver to his lips, “Charlie-1 signing in; mission in process.”
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Excitement spreads across their faces as they begin checking that all their equipment is in order and, once everything has been checked, Chad holds out his hand, “May the best man win.”
“Agreed.”
Crouching low, they sneak across the lawn, racing towards the nearby house and diving from bush to bush. Once they reach the entrance, Chad darts up, quickly entering the five-digit code and holding it open while Misha sneaks in after him.
They quickly soothe the dogs with bribes of raw meat, and it’s not long before the dogs are settling down again, eying them sleepily.
Finally reaching the building, they glance up, exchanging annoyed glances when they realise the boys are in the upstairs bedroom.
“Dammit, why couldn’t they have used Jenny’s room,” Chad mutters, peering through the window into the darkened room, “We would have seen already.” He turns around, eyes widening as he watches Misha scaling the scaffolding meant for creepers. “Dude…” he murmurs, “Fucking awesome!” Then he begins climbing up after.
They reach the window of the dimly lit room and meet each other’s gaze. As one, they nod and turn their eyes inside.
“Hot damn…” Chad murmurs, vaguely thinking he’s going to have to burn his eyes when they get down.
“Fuck…” Misha breathes, his cheeks heating up intensely as he watches the two men inside.
Jensen is draped over the younger man like a blanket; his muscled form tensing and quivering as he holds himself steady. His eyes are fixed on Jared, the expression on his face so unbearably gentle that Chad nearly falls backwards from how sickeningly sweet it is. As Jared’s fingers clench in the sheets, Jensen ducks forwards, peppering kisses along the man’s exposed jaw, making the kid’s eyes flutter closed as he relaxes.
“Jens…” the sound of Jared’s plea is muffled through the glass, but it’s audible. Chad glances over at Misha, wondering whether they should go, but Misha looks captivated.
“Shhh, I got you, I got you…” Jensen soothes, fingers sliding along the toned length of Jared’s chest.
“Fuck… he’s ripped,” Chad murmurs softly, staring at his friend and wondering where he hid those muscles.
“Move…” Jared chokes, arching up against his lover, “Please… move…”
And then Jensen does, pulling his hips back and then snapping them forward in a smooth move that has the younger man crying out.
“Damn…” Chad mutters again, closing an eye and peering through his fingers, like a kid not wanting to see a scary monster but looking anyway.
As the sounds of ecstasy and lovemaking grow louder, Chad finds himself even more uncomfortable. He’s watching his best friend having sex with his boyfriend. It’s not the worst thing he’s done or even his first voyeuristic mission, but for some reason the fact that it’s Jared and Jensen makes it so much worse.
The pair are so obviously in love, the way they’re clutching at each other, hands tracing patterns across tanned skin and lips following the path, and it just feels like Misha and him are invading, which they are, obviously.
“We should go,” he whispers, nudging Misha’s shoulder and trying not to fall down.
“Wait…”
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Inside, the lovers are moaning each other’s name, their movement growing more frantic and irregular, until finally, Jensen’s hand disappears between them and Jared’s lips part in a silent scream as they move together.
“Oh, fuck… Jared… so fucking gorgeous… so…” Jensen moans, plunging in harder and harder, “God…Jay…” The man gives a few more thrusts and then his back is arching, his body trembling and his hand moving faster until Jared too is coming with a small scream.
Jensen sags down onto the younger man, chest heaving for oxygen even as he presses their lips together again. Their kiss is gentler, less rushed and more intimate as they smile into each other’s skin.
Then Jensen slides away from Jared, laughing at the pout of protest, and wanders towards the bathroom, making Chad and Misha duck beneath the windowsill as he passes.
A few moments later, Jensen is carefully cleaning them both up and Jared is giggling, and wriggling like a small kid. It doesn’t take long before Jensen is sliding back under the covers and pulling Jared back into his arms.
They lie like that, with Jensen’s nose buried in the crown of Jared’s messy hair and the kid curled up, hiding his face in the arch of the older man’s neck, but soon Jensen’s hoarse voice breaks the silence, “I love you…”
When Jared looks up, the grin on his lips is blinding as he gazes down at his lover. “You know… I think deciding to be gay was the best decision I’ve ever made…”
Jensen just smiles happily, running his fingers up and down Jared’s bare back as he closes his eyes.
The pair are the picture of perfection, Chad finds himself thinking, then he blushes as he realises he’s hard, and he looks away, wondering whether this makes him gay.
“Fuck…but that was hot,” Misha breathes softly, nudging Chad to start climbing down. Their hands are numb from clinging for so long, but Chad’s mind is otherwise occupied.
Somehow they manage to get down, across the lawn and out of the gate without being caught, and once they’re a safe distance away, Misha turns to him and holds up a hand. “Cough up, dude.”
Rolling his eyes and letting out a soft groan, Chad fishes out the $20 from his pocket. “There, happy?”
“You betcha. Now, I’m gonna go home, I got a little something to take care of,” Misha smirks, glancing down at the obvious tent in Chad’s pants, “Maybe you do too. Chad Michael Murray, who knew it.”
“Fuck off.”
With another grin, Misha heads off, leaving Chad standing in the middle of the road, wearing military camouflage, carrying a walkie-talkie and with charcoal smeared all over his face. He raised the transceiver to his lips, “Charlie-1, you’re a fucking jerk.”
“Fox-1, right back at ya,” Misha’s cheery voice singsongs.
The very next time Jared swings by the One Tree Hill set, Chad’s face heats up and his skin starts tingling. He barely manages to hold in the squeak that threatens to escape when Jared slings his arms around him, the kid’s muscled chest pressed against him.
Images of that night keep popping up in Chad’s mind: Jared’s firm abs and long, muscled legs and flushed face and the soft whimpers that he made and the scream as he came and the happy, relaxed look on his face after and…
Chad slams a hand down on a nearby table, ignoring the worried glance his friend sends him, and mutters, “I need to get fucking laid.”
When Jared raises an eyebrow, Chad’s cheeks go even redder and he continues firmly, “By a chick. A really, really hot chick with boobs and no dick and…” he cuts off, scrubbing a hand down his face, “But first I need to get drunk, so fucking drunk…”
Because if he doesn’t, and if he spends any more time thinking about how Jared looks while he’s being fucked, Chad just might decide to be gay too.
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