So here is the first FanFic I have ever written. It was done years ago but due to popular demand it has made it's way to this site. All the words in between [] are flashbacks and the words in {} are present time. Everything else is... well you'll figure it out. I own only this plot and three characters. Chances are if you don't recognize their names, I don't own them. Finally I would appreciate any critique you can provide. Be warned this story contains SMUT. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"How can you POSSIBLY think I would buy that?" Jensen smiled at the thought of buying yet another brown suede jacket. Katrina, his girlfriend of 4 years, stood at the jacket rack at their local Macy's. She had convinced him that this shopping trip was much needed. He looked down at his Rolex and then his Convers. Why the hell did I wear Convers today? God I swear these shoes are the only thing I should replace. Too bad he can't bring himself to do that.

[ "Jared can I PLEASE have the last slice? You don't need to eat as much as I do!" Jensen's voice rang through the basement. No reply. Good! He thought. Finally I can have the last slice of pepperoni sausage! Just then Jared walked back into the room in a brown suit no one should ever wear.

"What do you think?" He asks with annoyance in his eyes.

"Dude you look like shit." was the reply.

"Fuck you!" He sounded a bit hurt.

"Umm I can't. Sorry. My girlfriend won't let me." Jensen LOVED saying that. My girlfriend. His heart melted.

"Whatever. I'm going with this one. And dude, you owe me a slice of Pep sauce." Jared turned to go back out and change. The heat from this suit was getting to him and Jensen wasn't helping. He untied the tie that Jensen thought was "the perfect touch to any suit" just as the garage door slammed shut. Drama Queen. Jared thought. Jensen always stormed off when he didn't have a comeback. Whatever, he'll be back. He always comes back.]

"Jensen I swear to GOD if you don't answer me I'm gonna slap your pretty face!" Katrina's Alto voice rang in his ear. He grabbed the jacket anyways and went to the counter. He didn't like talking to her when they shopped and he really didn't like flashbacks in the middle of a department store. It'll be a year tomorrow and he is gonna be spending another night eating pepperoni sausage and pretend he's happy. "Listen I'm gonna drive you home but I think I'll take a rain check on the evening." His eyes filled with distant memories and sadness rushed into them so fast Katrina couldn't see his beautiful eyes anymore. Just a sad soul weeping in Armani.

The silent drive almost drove him crazy. Jensen sat there waiting for the red light to turn green. As he sat there waiting Katrina's phone started to vibrate. She didn't even check. Her face says it all. Why am I still with this unhappy man? Why isn't he happy? Why me? Finally! The green light was like a sign from the angels in heaven allowing him to free himself of the pain. "Well here we are! Good night!" He tried to sound upbeat but she can see. Katrina saw the pain in his eyes as he drove away. He never forgave himself for what happened. It was a year ago GOD DAMN IT! She took her keys out of her Gucci purse and opened her front door. As the lights turned on she let out a scream that pierced the night.

[ Jared's body ached to be touched and he was glad there was a brand new pack of condoms in his bedside drawer. "Hey. It's me. Do you think you can come over please? I have heating lotion and flavored condoms. Great see you in a few." Jared hung up the phone and got undressed. He wanted to wear something sexy for the night. The doorbell rang just as Jared changed into his lucky pair of boxers. The ones he wore when they first hooked up. He opened the door to a smiling face and the most beautiful eyes to ever grace the earth. "Wow! Look who's early for once! You want something to drink Jensen?" His eyes lit up the minute Jensen stepped in the house. Jensen shook his head and grabbed him. They embraced and Jared could feel his cock rising up against Jensen's.

"You must be very happy to see me Jared." The words were whispered so huskily that Jared could barely understand him. Jensen pulled away and sat on the couch with a seductive look in his eyes. Hunger flashed in his eyes the kind of hunger that cant easily be satisfied. Jared's heart skipped a beat. The air was filled with sparkling energy and smelled like raw passion has arrived on the couch. Jensen raised his shirt up above his belt. He unbuckled the Texas belt buckle Jared gave him for his 18th birthday and began to remove the belt one loop at a time. Jared stood there unable to look away or move; mesmerized by Jensen's seductive gaze and his fingers working the belt through each loop. The belt clang to the floor and Jensen stood up. He unbuttoned his pants and walked over to Jared keeping his eyes on the paralyzed boy who all of a sudden transformed into a man right before his eyes. Jensen grabbed Jared's head bringing it to his and as their lips touched it seems the world and everything around them stopped.

"We can't do this Jensen. I want to but we can't." The hesitation in Jared's voice was rare. Was it a mistake to call him over? No. Then why can't I do this? He didn't have long to think as Jensen threw Jared against the wall. He kissed Jared's neck with his soft lips leaving pleasure wherever he kissed. Jared's moans got louder and more frequent as Jensen kissed every inch of Jared's chest, stomach and neck. Jared could feel he was wet. Sure enough when Jensen unzipped his pants there was pre cum on Jared's boxers. Jensen kissed his crouch as though the boxers weren't there sliding his tongue in the opening. The taste of Jared's cock combined with his pre cum was so sweet it reminded Jensen of their summers in High School.]

"God! You scared me Jared. What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" Katrina caught her breath and placed her purse on the couch. She was not in the mood for a surprise. Least of all one from HIM. "Can I get you something to drink?" She was desperate to move this along and get him out. I have got to change those locks.

"No I'm good. Thanks." That sounded a bit forced but she let it slide. "I came to talk to Jensen. Is he here? Oh and you should really think of a better place to put your hide-a-key."

"Oh. Ha. Jensen dropped me off. He said he had something to do. Since when do you say 'Hide-A-key'?" She was puzzled but not as much as she was tired and annoyed. Please just leave.

"I was watching Sweet Home Alabama. Well I guess I better go then." His reply came slowly and he spat the last words out like you do when someone asks if you think they look fat in skinny jeans. Before she could say anything he already got up and left out the front door. The men in my life. She was getting tired of this.

Jensen sat on his maroon couch that he got from his parents' house when he left for college four years ago. He takes a sip of the Orange Cream Soda in his right hand and holds up the soccer trophy in his left. "Wow! The memories of a High School soccer team really never leave you do they?" His eyes start to water and the events of That Night come flooding back to him like a broken reservoir emptying the water it was holding for years.

[ "I don't understand what the big deal is! Rob Lowe looked HOT in that scene!" Jared rolled his eyes. Every time they watched any movie Jensen would always bring up Rob Lowe and an argument would arise followed by the "Big Deal" speech.

"Dude how many times do I have to tell you that only gay guys can say that? If Misha was here he'd kick your ass." Jared was tired of warning Jensen and tired of this game. Luckily for him Jensen usually stopped after that. Not this time.

"Misha isn't gay! He has a girlfriend! Why do you keep saying that?" Jensen loved picking a fight with Jared. He was easy to get mad and he looked cute when he's mad.

"Dude Misha is gay. I know. Trust me." He did not want to talk about this. At all.

"How can you KNOW?" Jensen knew there was a story and he wanted to hear it.

"I don't wanna talk about it. Can we just watch Jamie Lee Curtis run and scream?" Jared stayed fixed on the screen.

"If you don't tell me I'll leave and never come back." A bit overdramatic but it'll work. It has to.

"Oh my god you are such a DRAMA QUEEN! Fine! I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone." Jared hated giving in but Jensen doesn't give empty threats. Besides he was scared about being home alone all weekend. Jensen PROMISED he would sleep over.

"Let me do my listening pose." Jensen answered as he sat upright and sat Indian Style on the couch.]

It hurt him to sit there and think about the old days. Before the stupid incident. Sometimes it's better to hash everything out then keeping it bottled up. He shook his head and gave a little smile before reaching for the remote and clicking the TV on. Great nothing but Sex and the City episodes and interviews. Who watched this show anyways? He turned it off. There is no way he can sit through SATC anymore. Not after the Incident. Not in the mood for yet another flashback he puts the soccer trophy back in his trophy room. "What were we thinking?" he says out loud laughing silently. He walks back to the couch and sits down. The sight of him on that couch would turn anyone on. Dressed only in his favorite pair of jeans and a white V-Neck he looks comfortable and sexy. Inside though, that is another story.

[The doorbell rang exactly at 5:15. Just like he had said. Jared gets up to the door holding a cold Orange Cream Soda in his hand. God these taste good! Jared always had a friend over everyday. It was his thing and today Misha who's the goalie on the team asked if he could hang with Jared. Weird considering Misha hated the rest of the team he never said hi or went out to celebrate after a game. The only reason anyone put up with him is because he's the best goalie in the school district. And the state. He has a trophy somewhere that says that. "Hey dude! What's up?" Jared put on his happy face which really never leaves his face. The guy cannot frown. Misha doesn't answer instead giving Jared the nod while walking to the couch in Jared's basement. "Alright so welcome to Chez J! This is the basement as you can tell where I do most of my hanging out. The rest of the house is through that door. You wanna tour?" Jared loved showing his house. Not because it was big or anything but because his parents have pictures in every room and Jared's awards, trophies and other things were everywhere. Luckily for him he's an only child and his parents loved bragging about their half-back son. That's not even the star position but they didn't care. He always brings home awards from soccer and they loved it. Misha shakes his head and opens his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He took off his cream colored coat that was always with him and sat down with a sigh. "Oh god! Is this gonna be a deep and intense conversation? Cause I'm the wrong guy for that. Jensen is better. He's like the White male version of Oprah." Jared sits down next to Misha hoping he wouldn't have to hear it. Wrong.

"Ummm. Remember how you guys always made fun of the gay kid that comes to all our games and practices?" Misha couldn't look at Jared. He looked down while forcing the words to come out of his mouth. Jared leans back and notices that Misha is wearing their soccer uniform. Did he come in that? But there wasn't practice today. How did I not notice what he was wearing when I opened the door? Oh that's right, that's Jensen's job.

"Yeah. That kid was ALWAYS there it's like we are his whole life or something." Jared responds after taking a minute to think it over. What are you trying to tell me?

"Well Coach Scoffield called me into his office while I was running drills and told me that I should go home for once. I left his office thinking that I should probably clean up the equipment and everything before going but when I got back out on the field that kid was there packing up the cones and the balls. I ran over there and shouted at him saying 'What do you think you are doing? This is a closed practice.' He looks up at me and hands me the cones.

'My name is Jeff. And this isn't a closed practice 'cause you guys don't have practices on Wednesdays.' I looked at him top to bottom and noticed he actually looked nice. 'Oh and BTW you don't have to keep practicing, your team is way far behind you and I doubt anyone can score a goal while you're at the net.' He turned around to go but I couldn't help myself. So I asked if he wanted to help clean the equipment." Misha stops to take a sip from his water bottle. He never goes anywhere without that thing. Jensen really knows what gifts to give huh?

"Is this gonna go anywhere?" Jared was tired of this. He was bored and would much rather be kicking Misha's butt on the PS2. Misha continues like he was never interrupted and his tone starts to change.

"We talked a lot while cleaning and then he said I had the sexiest body on the team. I told him that he never saw any of us in the locker room so how could he know. He looked straight into my eyes and says 'Because you work out more than the other guys and I stare. A lot. 'I got a little uncomfortable and just laughed it off. Then he leaned in and whispered something in my ear." Jared waited a long time but then he got tired of waiting.

"What was it?" He wanted to know. Misha sat there and looked around.

"It's getting late. I should go." He grabbed his coat and ran out the door. Jared sat there thinking great now I have to ask Jensen for the rest of that story. He took a sip of his soda and walked up the stairs to the house.]

Jared drove home with the radio playing his favorite song, Material Girl. He never liked this song until the soccer team decided to beat the girls soccer team in the talent show. So the all dressed up as girls and took turns singing the song. He had so much fun that he forgot someone wasn't with them. Misha had opted not to do the song and Jensen spent an hour trying to convince Misha to do it. Jensen could get anyone to do anything. That's how he got on the soccer team even though he was a terrible striker. Coach Scoffield couldn't take the tears and drama so he let Jensen on the team. Lucky for them Jensen learned quickly. When the song ended Jared was parked in front of Misha's house. He debated whether or not to go in but decided it was better than being home alone. Right? He rang the doorbell and checked his reflection while he waited. He was wearing Jensen's long sleeved thermal that he had borrowed and never gave back with his favorite pair of jeans and of course his white dress shoes that he got for Graduation back in High School. Misha answered dressed in a pink robe which he no doubt got from Victoria's Secret. "Come in." Misha always welcomed people into his house. Of course that is only if they are hot young men. Even the Bible guys couldn't get away from Misha.

"So ummm. Have you spoken to Jensen lately?" Jared could barely bring himself so ask Misha. He didn't even know if they talked anymore but he was desperate to fix things before it got worse. Misha shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He emerged a few minutes later with a cold orange cream soda which Jared happily took.

"Are you guys still not talking?" Misha knew the answer but he had to ask. It's like when people are crying and you ask if they are ok. No they are not okay. They're crying dummy!

"No. He wont take my calls and he changed his lock." Jared answered with a bit of hurt in his voice.

"Is this ever gonna end? It's been a year."

"A year tomorrow."

"You wanna stay here tonight? I don't want you alone tomorrow." Misha's offer was genuine. He wanted to keep an eye on Jared while he can.

"No thanks. I think I'm gonna go home." With that Jared opened the front door and got in his car. He sat there for a while and finally drove off. Misha stood in his open doorway and took out his phone which had been hiding in his robe.

"Hey it's me. Jared was just here and he said he's going home. Just thought you'd wanna know." Misha hung up and walked back into his house. He grabbed the tray of chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream and walked up the stairs into his room.

"What took you so long?" asked Jeff.

[ Jensen was mad that Jared was gonna hang out with Misha and not him. Well not really mad just mad he didn't go to see what they were doing. As he put on his brown suede jacket to go see the doorbell rang. "Coming!" He hated answering his door. Usually his parents did but they were gone for the evening and he didn't want to be rude. "Oh Misha! How'd you know where I live?" Jensen never saw Misha unless it was during soccer. Misha held up the team roster. "Oh. Come in" Misha entered the house and went straight for the maroon couch. Jensen removed his coat and sat down. "What's up?" his tone was sympathetic. Misha tried to tell him but he couldn't. Instead he simply told Jensen that the kid they make fun of was helping him clean up the equipment. That's all he would say. Jensen tried to press for more details but stopped and just drank his soda. Later that night Jensen called Jared but he didn't pick up. Loser never picks up his phone when I call. Fine be that way. Jerk! Jensen climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Jared awoke the next morning and looked at his hard on. "Great. Morning Wood." He was still not used to waking up with a hard on. He got dressed quickly and was about to run over to Jensen's house when the phone rang. "Hello?" He should've let the machine get it.

"Jared can you open the door?" It was Misha. Again.

"Ever heard of the doorbell?" Jared walked to his front door and hung up.

"I had sex. That's what I was gonna tell you the other day." Misha felt his shoulders rise and everything felt like it would be ok. That feeling didn't last.

"Ummm I'm sorry. WHAT?" Jared couldn't believe it. Misha preceded to tell Jared about how the kid and he were talking and then they kissed. Not only that but they had sex on the soccer field. When he finished Jared was in so much shock he couldn't move. "Dude you know that makes you gay now right?" Jared tried to sound cool but couldn't.

"I thought you would understand!" Misha began to tear up. He could not believe the reaction he was getting.

"What? WHY?" Jared was on the verge of punching him.

"Everyone knows you and Jensen are lovers. The whole team, the school, EVERYONE!" there Misha said it. Take that Jared! Jared was so hurt by this he didn't know what to address first.

"We're just friends!" It was all he could come up with. Misha tried to say something back but stopped.

"Really?" there was a hint of huskiness behind that and Misha knew it. Jared nodded and Misha stepped closer to him. "Good. Cause now I can do this and not feel bad." Before Jared could ask what was going on Misha grabbed him and kissed Jared with such passion it made them both hard. Misha removed his shirt and Jared's while pushing him onto the couch in the living room. Jared tried to stop him but he couldn't. Misha kissed Jared's neck and moved lower feeling Jared's hard cock rising in his pants. Before long Jared was completely naked sitting on the couch with Misha's head in his lap. Misha moved up and down Jared's thick 8" cock. His lips wrapped around Jared moving slowly down and the sped up when Jared's moans increased. Jared pulled Misha up to his face. "Oh yeah I know. I learned from the kid. He taught me a lot. Now let me teach you something." Misha grabbed a condom from his pocket and began to undress. His own cock was hard and waiting for Jared. "You wanna fuck me or me to fuck you?" Misha wanted to know. Jared simply grabbed the condom and stood up. He rolled it onto his hard cock and pushed Misha onto the couch. Misha raised his legs showing Jared he was ready. Just as Jared was about to enter him, Misha let out a loud moan. "I always wanted you and I knew you were dying to have your cock sucked." Misha could barely get the words out when Jared stuck his dick into Misha. They fucked for two hours; Jared drilling Misha like a dentist drilling teeth. Their bodies pounded together rythmatically and their moans became in sync. Jared moved in more. He had never been in such a tight hole and he LOVED it! "OH GOD! Yeah! FUCK ME!" Misha could only utter the same words while Jared pounded his ass deeper and deeper.

"You like that? Huh?" Jared was breathless and he kept going. He didn't want to stop.

"Ohh my god! I'm gonna cum!" Misha grabbed onto Jared's ass and pulled him in closer. Jared came into Misha and for a while they just stayed there. Misha got dressed when his butt stopped hurting. He thanked Jared and left, leaving Jared with himself. "WOW!"]

Jensen woke up with a very bad headache so he thought taking some medicine would help. "What the hell am I gonna do today?" As usual his reflection didn't give him an answer. Instead he just put on a shirt and walked through the house looking for something new. His answer machine was blinking and he knew he had to listen to the damn messages sooner or later.

"Hey it's me. Jared was just here and he said he's going home. Just thought you'd wanna know." That was Misha's voice. Huh. Strange. Why would I care? Jensen grabbed a strawberry yogurt from his fridge and sat on his counter. He always sat on the counter when he was alone. It took him a while to realize he was still in his black boxer-briefs. The ones he got for Jared. Wired how they bought each other underwear and so many other things. Come to think of it, there wasn't anything they wouldn't get for each other. Jensen laughed at the thought of this and continued eating his yogurt. What the hell am I gonna wear today? Jensen always liked to ask himself what he was going to wear. It was his way to make sure he dressed with purpose. "Sometimes I swear I can be gay." WOW! He said it out loud for the first time. His head quickly swatted the thought away and he got up to go to his closet. It took him a while but he settled for a pair of faded dark jeans and a classic Calvin Cline V-neck. He was planning on going out to run a few errands and drop by Katrina's house. The only problem was that he couldn't find his Convers. "Where the hell did I out those old things?" Yeah like the house can answer him.

["NO WAY! Misha isn't gay!" Jensen couldn't believe it! Jared had sex with Misha and didn't even tell him! "You wanna tell me why you never told me about this?" Jensen crossed his arms and sat up straighter.

"Umm it's kinda private." Jared hated telling Jensen stuff like this. He didn't want him to judge. Then again Jared just didn't want to talk to anyone about sex. It was like talking about STDs. Not his thing.

"You SUCK! If I knew anything or did anything I tell you!" Jensen felt betrayed. He wasn't surprised though.

"Look it's not a big deal." This was gonna be painful.

"Not a big deal? You had SEX with a GUY! Ummm very big deal!" Jensen couldn't help it. He was starting to sound like a clingy girlfriend who always gave her boyfriend a hard time.

"I'm sorry." Jared didn't know what else to say. He couldn't take Jensen being mad. "What can I do to make you forgive me?" He moved closer to Jensen. Jensen turned his head slowly towards Jared and uncrossed his arms.

"Kiss me."]

When Jared arrived at his place the first thing he did was take his clothes off and hopped into the shower. The cold water served as a reminder that the whole situation was his fault. He had no one to blame but himself for Jensen not talking to him anymore. When the water was turned off and he was toweled off, Jared began to walk back to his bed. As he laid down on his bed he remembered how he used to sleep with clothes on because Jensen had convinced him it was for both of their benefits. Now Jared slept alone and naked in the dark replaying not only the day but the whole incident that led to his sad predicament. The fan blew a welcomed cold burst of air in his direction while the hot July night insisted on keeping him awake. After about 30 minutes he fell into a deep sleep and the dark night faded away leaving only him and his thoughts floating in the room.

[Jensen walked into Jared's bedroom from the kitchen holding a tray of pancakes and orange juice along with a plate of bacon and eggs. Jared's favorite breakfast. He sat down next to his sleeping beauty and placed the tray on Jared's bedside table. Jensen smiled as he recalled his romantic evening with Jared and how he lost his virginity to the one person he truly loved. Jared looked like an adorable baby in his sleep muttering words like "sandwich" and "Pizza". Occasionally he would stir and turn over to his other side. Jensen opened his drawer and took out a pad of Post-its and wrote Jared a message which he stuck onto Jared's forehead. After giving him a kiss, Jensen got up and headed towards the door. He locked the door behind him and drove off to soccer practice. Jared needed some rest after their passionate night and Jensen was determined to give him just that.

About five minutes later Jared awoke from his nightmare. The minute he looked to his bedside table and saw the tray of food and the post-it he knew it wasn't a nightmare; it was reality. Oh god, he thought to himself, did I just do what I think I did? "Fuck!" he said aloud. He pulled the covers off his bed and walked into his restroom to turn the water on in his shower when he noticed that it was 9:15AM. "Fuck! I'm late for practice!" He hurried into the shower and must have poured about a gallon or shampoo and soap onto his body before he decided he was clean enough to get dressed. The post-it said that everything is taken care of but Jared didn't want to be in his house especially the morning after that. He rushed to his car and changed into his soccer uniform as fast as he could then ran onto the field where he saw the guys sitting around Jensen laughing and talking. Jared immediately stormed over to the guys and yelled at Jensen as soon as he was in range. "What do you think you're doing?" He yelled ignoring the guys sitting right there. Jensen looked at him with confusion and when he didn't answer one of the guys stood up and stepped between them.

"Jensen was just telling us about last night." He giggled as he said it which only added to Jared's anger. I knew he was going to do this he thought.

"I can't believe you told them! What's wrong with you? Jared was so mad he was shaking.

"Don't worry man, we all do it. Misha and I were doing it last night too. We should've just invited you two over if we knew you guys were gonna do the same thing." The guy clearly didn't understand why Jared was so upset and looked to Misha who simply starred back.

"You told them we had sex? Just because you want to parade around telling people everything doesn't mean I do! What's wrong with you? I'm not a fag and I don't like you telling people that I am! Last night was a mistake and I wish I could take it back!" Jared lost it. Self control was behind him now and the words were said. He could see the hurt fly across Jensen's face but it was too late to take it back now. The team starred back at him with their jaws dropped and shock across their faces.

"WHAT? You guys had SEX?" The guys practically screamed at Jared while Jensen sat down and started crying. Misha hurried over to console him while he could and when Jared took a step towards Jensen, the teamed formed a wall blocking him. They always jumped to Jensen's defense. Jared could see he was acting irrationally and it was going to cost him. Misha finally spoke up after getting Jensen to calm down.

"We were talking about you guys watching Lord of the Rings and eating pizza." His words were like a dagger to Jared's heart.

"Oh." He couldn't muster up anything after that. He sat down and put his head into his hands. The teamed looked at him like he was the worst thing they have ever seen. The team wasn't homophobic; they knew for some time now that both Misha and Jensen were gay. They were disgusted however that Jared would say such a thing. He looked up apologetically but the team was already walking away with Jensen, consoling him. Coach Scoffield walked up to Jared from the distance and told Jared he is no longer on the team. The drive home for Jared was long and lonely and he soon grew to regret what he said.]

Jensen stood in front of Jared's house frozen like a petrified tree. He couldn't muster up enough energy to forgive him but at the same time he couldn't just walk away. It became too hard for him to decide what emotion to allow itself to consume him. Anger, sadness, disappointment, relief and loneliness all took turns running through his athletic body. As he turned around to walk back into his car Jared stood right in front of him holding a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. "Happy anniversary."