Two:

It's been two days since the incident with Jared Padalecki, and after his last class, his Comparative Lit class, he has a pretty good idea of just who Jared's sister might be. He remembers her from a week ago, hitting on him, teasing, flirting, and warning bells had gone off like sirens in his head.

He sighs as Sandy McCoy joins him as he walks out of the lecture room. He gives her a nod and then winces when she drops her slim hand on his arm. "Jensen, I heard you've met my stepbrother, Jared. He can come off a bit strong. He didn't try anything, did he? You should be careful. He has quite the reputation, you know."

Jensen snorts and nods. "I bet."

She gives a little laugh. "I'm sorry you've had to put up with anything from him, sometimes it's such a chore living in the same house as him, but luckily it's a big house, easy to avoid him on most days. So, I'll see you around?" she asks, and Jensen inwardly shudders at the slight purr in her voice.

"Sure, next class," he says with an awkward smile, then he lifts her hand away, reshoulders his backpack, and continues onward toward the lunch hall on campus.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he drops his backpack to the floor and his tray to the table, with a sad looking turkey club sandwich on a plate and a can of diet Coke, but food is food, and at least it looks edible. He grabs one half of the sandwich and takes a big bite out of it, surprised that it's not so bad despite its appearance.

He pops the tab on his soda and takes a drink, and nearly jumps and spits it out as a large, familiar hand lands on his shoulder. He braces himself as Jared grabs a chair, spins it backwards and straddles it.

"So, I'm thinking maybe the other day I was a little too forward, but I've got to say, I like you. No one's ever just pushed me away or said no to me before like that. It's kind of impressive, and you never did finish looking over my story. Sure you read it, but you didn't make any suggestions or comment on the grammar. If you start something, you should at least finish it, right?" Jared asks, a brow raised in playful challenge, and Jensen suddenly finds himself very nervous, like he's a mouse being toyed with before the cat decides it's more bored than hungry.

"You think? And why should I? It's just another excuse for you to try and get into my pants. I told you, I'm not a casual fuck. You could get anyone you wanted, look at you. Why bother with me?" Jensen snaps impatiently and takes another bite out of his sandwich.

Jared sighs, folds his arms across the back of the chair and rests his chin on his hands, tilting his head sideways. "If that were true I'd have you in me right now."

Jensen chokes on that.

Jared grins at him and reaches forward with a hand to wipe away some mayonnaise that's collected at the corner of Jensen's mouth. Their eyes meet and Jensen tries to keep his breathing even, because it's hard not to just give in. Not to mention that the dreams he's had the last two nights all revolve around him waking up with sticky sheets and after images of Jared.

"So I'm guessing you're more into dating than fucking. Fine, I can work with that. I'm guessing you're done with classes for the day, so how about you dump what's left of that thing they say is a turkey club and come out with me and get yourself a real turkey club. Come on, while I'm feeling generous again."

"This is fine, thanks, and I've got some homework of my own to do," Jensen says.

Jared rolls his eyes. "Extra credit does not constitute as homework, and you are such a geek for asking for extra credit. Now come on. I know this great restaurant uptown. You'll love it."

"I said I'm fine right here, thanks," Jensen growls.

Jared sighs in frustration and finally gets up. Jensen is relieved that it looks like Jared is finally giving up. His relief is short-lived when Jared returns a few minutes later with his own turkey club and soda.

Jensen watches in amusement as Jared eyes the sandwich like it's a health hazard, then gingerly picks up half of it and takes a small bite. Jensen smiles when Jared's eyes widen in surprise and he nods, reaches for a napkin and dabs at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad," Jared says.

"Wow, no threats of owning a wing in the dormitory if you get food poisoning? I'm shocked," Jensen replies with a grin.

Jared actually laughs at that and says, "I probably had that coming. So how about after we're done eating we go out for a walk, or a movie or something? From what I've heard all you do is study or stay at your dorm. You should live it up a little, you're at college, and you're wasting some good partying years."

"I got partied out in high school and at Tech, thanks. I've got a lot riding on keeping my grades up. So this, whatever it is, just let it go. I'm not interested, and I'm not looking or ready for anything. You're wasting your time."

"I don't think so," Jared replies with a smile, and it's the first genuine smile Jensen's seen on the boy, and it takes him by surprise, because he finds that he likes it, likes it almost as much as Jared's laugh.

It's a couple of hours later when Jensen finds himself in Jared's car again that he knows he's in trouble, because he can't seem to take his eyes off of Jared.

He doesn't know how to take the younger man. In the last couple of hours he's learned that Jared's nineteen, his father's into oil, he can't stand his stepsister or stepmother, and he's funny, charming, and sexy as hell. Granted the sexy as hell is an obvious given just by looking at the kid.

Jensen finds himself wanting to open up to Jared, and he does a little. He mentions things about his family, and Jared laughs in all the right places, especially when Jensen tells him about putting a frog in McKenzie's hair while she was asleep when he was fourteen. He talks about his brother and his nephew and his sister-in-law, and his parents.

He knows Jared's itching to ask him about Danneel, and what happened to the baby, but he's glad that Jared seems to know it's a sore subject and leaves it alone.

Finally they pull up near the dorms, and Jared puts the car in park and turns to look at Jensen.

Jensen caresses the dash of Jared's incredible car and says, "You know, my brother Josh, he works on cars for a living, a regular grease monkey and he loves rebuilding 'em. He'd kill just to catch a glimpse of this car and here I am riding in it."

Jared laughs and says, "Well, maybe one day we'll drive down and I can meet every body and let him take a spin in my girl, as long as he doesn't wreck her or ruin her paint job."

Jensen is surprised by the offer and apparently so is Jared, if his expression is anything to go by. Jared's expression shifts quickly and then he's leaning forward, dangerously close. Jensen ducks his head, his fingers making quick work of the seatbelt. He opens the car door and quickly slips out. At the look of disappointment on Jared's face he wants to lean back in and see where Jared was going with things, but he's already out and the moment, whatever it was, is gone.

He begins to head back to the dorms, pauses as the purring of the Shelby's engine drifts to his ears, seemingly surrounds him, and he turns to watch as Jared pulls away from the curb and drives off into the night.

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For once Jared pulls into the garage. He walks around to the front of the house, steps inside and at the sound of noises coming from his father's office. He walks over, throws the doors open, and sees Sandy spread on his father's desk with Chad Michael Murray face down between her legs. Chad Michael Murray, of the esteemed Murrays with their name attached heavily to the entertainment business. He shakes his head and finds that he's only surprised that Chad would go for Sandy. He usually goes for the younger, barely legal girls. Sandy's all of twenty-two.

Chad has the decency to pull away and stutter and yank his pants up from around his ankles, but Sandy remains on the desk and leisurely inclines her head in Jared's direction a smile tugging at her lips.

Jared rolls his eyes. "If you're allowing Murray to fuck you I may have to reconsider the terms of my winnings on our little wager, darling sis."

She throws a pout in his direction and pushes herself up from the desk, straightening her dress as she crosses the room and then runs her nails across his chest and over his shoulder. "So you've done it? Won our little wager?"

"Not yet, but it won't be much longer," Jared replies.

"Really," Sandy's says with a skeptical little bark of laughter, and then she pats him on the shoulder as Chad scrambles past them and out of the door. "You keep telling yourself that, Jared. If it brings you comfort at night, keep telling yourself that."

Jared pulls away from her and heads upstairs to his room. He locks the door behind him and flops back on his king size bed. His eyes slide shut and he moans at the thought of writhing beneath Jensen in his 500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, his fingers curling in anticipation as Jensen stretches him and finally fills him. Yes, he can definitely imagine Jensen inside of him, and no one ever gets that privilege, but for some reason that is what turns him on about Jensen. He's willing to try new things with him, and Sandy hardly registers in his dirty little thoughts anymore and that's what makes him sit up and realize just how fucked he may be.

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He's about to head out to the library when there's a knock on the door. Tom lets out a groan from the bed and Jensen sighs, because Tom is never up before noon on a Saturday if he can help it.

Jensen opens the door and his eyes widen at the sight of Jared in a t-shirt that hugs his chest in all the right places, and snug jeans that seem to drape from the jut of Jared's hipbones, the shirt riding up with Jared's every movement to flash a little skin. Jensen swallows thickly, puts his laptop down on his desk and asks, "What are you doing here? Isn't it a little early for you?"

Jared shrugs. "Sometimes I like getting up at the ass crack of dawn, now you coming? I was gonna take you to the family stables. I figured you'd like a little horse back riding. What else you got to look forward too on such a pretty Saturday? And please don't be a geek and say homework."

"You do realize that I'm here on a scholarship?" Jensen replies with a huff and then a small smile tugs at his mouth as Jared's eyes widen and his lip pokes out. He's known the guy for a week and he already knows how to break through Jensen's defenses.

Jensen rolls his eyes. "Fine, horse backing sounds great. Haven't been on a horse in a while, so sure."

Jared beams at him, and Jensen chuckles at how Jared lights up, and feels something stirring in his stomach, heat, and while it scares him, he's not sure that he wants it to stop.

So ten minutes later he's in the car with Jared, they've picked up a couple of egg McMuffins and McDonald's coffee, more Jensen's speed, and they're turning down a long, narrow dirt road. There's wire fencing on either side of the narrow road and Jensen can't help the look of wide eyed wonder as he watches the passing scenery, noting the woods just beyond the fenced in range. It's beautiful and so big, and he turns to Jared in awe as he asks, "And all of this belongs to your family?"

Jared chuckles, and with a wink says, "Pretty much. And the ranch hand that works the stables lives out here. Him and my Dad go way back, and like him, my Dad loves horses. I think we've got five Arabians, including a black stallion and a white one, and then there are the usual mustangs and pintos, buckskins, and appaloosas."

"Wow," Jensen says.

Jared shrugs, "And we also have a bunch of wild ones roaming the range just outside of the fencing. Funny, my Dad's into oil, but he's got a thing for horses so he bought most of the open range to keep the wild mustangs free. Go figure."

They pull up in front of a ranch house, and Jared parks the car, gets out and waves to the man sitting on a swing on the porch, a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. The man gets to his feet and steps down from the porch, a smile on his face as he waves at Jared.

"Here to check up on that mare and her new colt? I swear boy, you love these damn horses almost as much as your Daddy. Colt's doin' fine," the man answers gruffly, and Jensen gets a good look at him, kind hazel eyes, a handsome rugged face, dark hair and stubble, probably in his early forties.

"Actually I was gonna take Tamsin and Butch out for a ride with my friend, JD, but it's good hearing about my colt," Jared replies.

The man looks up at Jensen and gives him a good glance over, and then turns back to Jared with a grin. "Not the usual company you keep, boy. I think I might approve of this one," he says, then he tosses his cigarette to the ground and holds his hand out to Jensen, a warm smile on his face. "I'm Jeff Morgan, but folks round here mostly call me JD. Now, you got a name son?"

"Jensen," he says and returns the man's firm handshake with a shy smile.

JD turns back to Jared and nods again. "Yeah, Jay, definitely approve of this one, but I gotta say, I'm gonna miss watching those tits jiggle on those girls you used to bring round here. Man, does an old heart good to see a healthy young girl riding bare back without a bra on."

Jensen's eyes widen and he inclines his head in Jared's direction to raise a brow at him. Jared just shrugs it off. Then JD is speaking again.

"I'm thinking Tamsin won't be fit for riding. She got a scare from that damn wild mustang keeps slippin' in the gate. Got Buckeye though, I'm sure he won't throw your friend."

Jared nods and then the three of them head toward the stables just off to the right of the house. The stables are nice, state of the art, and well kept, horses snorting and whinnying as they pass by.

JD's busy updating Jared on ranching life. "I swear, those new hands you got, they can sing up something fierce between the pair of 'em, but gettin' 'em up early is bout as likely as that stepsister of yours being kind out of the goodness of her heart. Still, can't say they ain't good with the horses. I swear that damn Steve's a whisperer! The things he can get a horse to do, and all he does is looks 'em in the eye, and Chris, well he can break in the rough ridin' ones 'bout as good as me. Its good havin' him 'round to give my tired old bones a rest every now then."

"You ain't so old, JD," Jared says with a grin and bumps the older man's shoulder, and finally they stop at the end of the stables. Jensen sees the pinto first, a beautiful horse, white with spots of brown painted across him, with a brown streak over his nose and a brown spot over his left eye. Jensen reaches over the wooden gate and the horse draws close, snuffling Jensen's hand before nudging it and encouraging Jensen to pat him.

"Looks like Buckeye likes you, boy. Always did say that horse had good taste," JD says with a grin, and he guides the horse out, and gets him saddled and bridled for Jensen, and as he works over the horse, tightening the saddle to keep it from slipping, he asks, "Ever been riding before?"

Jensen nods. "Yeah, my grandpa used to work at a stable back home in Richardson."

"Good, then I ain't got to give you any tips. Just watch out for yourself. Jay's hard to take sometimes, but he seems to like you. Can't say I ever saw someone like you as his type, but I've been fooled before, look at what his Daddy up and married. You seem like good people though," JD says with a wink, and Jensen blushes a little.

Before Jensen can say anything in his defense about him and Jared just being friends, Jared rides up on a very handsome brown buckskin with a splash of white down its nose. JD backs off and Jensen swings himself up on the horse like a seasoned cowboy, and warms at the impressed look on Jared's face. He takes the reigns, gives his horse, Buckeye, a gentle nudge with his heel, clicks his tongue and pats the muscled neck of the animal.

Jensen cautiously takes the lead out of the stables and notices a path going into the woods. He looks back over his shoulder at Jared, to see if the path is okay to take, and flushes as he notices that Jared's gaze is glued firmly to his ass. Jared takes his time looking up, and Jensen feels tension mounting at the base of his spine, because it feels like Jared is undressing him with his eyes. He swallows when Jared finally meets his eyes, a sly smile gracing those lips that make Jensen think of all kinds of things his momma would have him praying for forgiveness over in church.

Jensen shakes away the thoughts of his mother and church as he allows his body to move with the saddle and they trot along at a nice, easy pace. He enjoys the scenery and then Jared's riding next to him, giving him sidelong glances, and he feels heat slip across his cheeks again. He hates that Jared's managed to get under his skin this past week.

"It's kinda peaceful out here. I never would have thought you'd know a place like this. You seem like the party hard, playboy richie rich kid to me, but here you are surprising me again. And why me, man? I mean, all the pretty, shiny people you could be hanging out with, and you're spending a Saturday with me," Jensen says, attempting idle conversation, and wanting answers.

Jared just shrugs and sighs. "After a while you just get kind of tired of it, I guess. I mean partying and fucking, it's a lot of fun, but how many of those pretty people can I call my friends? Hell, you probably left a whole town of friends behind when you came here. Almost makes me jealous."

"So this, we're friends?" Jensen asks carefully.

Jared cocks his head at Jensen and grins. "Why not? I ain't gonna lie though. I wouldn't mind being more. Especially seeing that sweet ass rollin' and dippin' in that saddle at this nice trot. It's the only reason I haven't suggested taking these boys on a run. I like the view."

Jensen blushes and Jared laughs, and that damn laugh gets right under Jensen's skin making him blush even harder.

"Damn, Jen! I didn't realize you were so shy. It's kind of nice getting to know you without you being pissed at me," Jared replies with a smirk and a playful glint in his eye.

"Thanks, I guess," Jensen mumbles, unsure of what else to say really.

Jared chuckles at Jensen and shakes his head, wondering how he could have missed how shy Jensen is, then his eyes narrow on a trail coming up on the left and he grins. "Hey man, how about we water the horses and take a swim? There's a lake a little ways up ahead if you're game."

Jensen swallows thickly and shifts his shoulders, noticing the sweat already slipping down his shoulders and collecting in the dip at the base of his spine. A swim might not be such a bad idea except… Well, he doesn't have a pair of trunks, and he doubts Jared does either.

"But I don't have any swim trunks," Jensen says with a sigh.

Jared snorts. "Who says you need 'em? It's a private lake, no kids, just us, and we're two adults. Nothing wrong with taking a dip in the lake to cool off. Right man?"

"Yeah, sure," Jensen replies, and he doesn't like how gruff he sounds, nor the sudden discomfort of his jeans seemingly growing tight around his groin.

Jensen isn't entirely sure of what he was thinking as they secure the horse's reigns to a fallen tree by the shore of the lake and he turns to find Jared already pulling his shirt over his head, the muscles of his chest rippling. Jensen swallows reflexively and takes in a shuddering breath, and his heart literally skips a beat at the sound of Jared's zipper falling, and then he opens his eyes as Jared drops his pants and silk boxers to the ground.

Jensen's mouth isn't working as Jared walks toward him, all fluid grace in his movement and naked as the day he was born, and Jared has to snap his fingers in Jensen's face to get his attention and repeat his question with a smirk.

"I asked if you needed help getting out of those clothes."

Jensen shakes his head, and begins yanking of his shirt and kicking off his shoes in a frenzy. Jared just takes a step back and watches in amusement.

Jared turns and runs for the lake, leaving Jensen to curse and struggle out of his jeans. Once he's in up to his shoulders he turns around and his breath is knocked right out of him, as Jensen walks toward the lake, more bowlegged than usual, probably from the riding, and it's an amazing sight, that lithe body, the firmly muscled legs, his semi-hard cock, and that ass. God yes, that ass.

Jensen shivers as he treads further into the lake and then he looks up and meets Jared's gaze. He takes in a breath and slips below the surface of the water, swimming out toward Jared, and he bumps into Jared's chest and surfaces. His vision is a little fuzzy around the edges, but there's no mistaking the dark, hungry look in Jared's eyes, and Jensen feels that look hit him straight in the groin and their cocks brush together and he can't help the moan that slips from between his lips as his eyes flutter.

The next thing he knows, those lips that he's been thinking about for damn near the past week are on his, Jared's tongue trying to lick his mouth open, and it's better than he imagined. He whimpers a little as he opens his mouth, and he knows he'll deny that noise later, but the moan it gets out of Jared makes it worth it for the moment.

Jared pulls back a little, and Jensen is panting as Jared worries his bottom lip between his teeth and huskily whispers, "Ready to give in, Jensen? Cause I want you so damn bad right now."

Heat floods Jensen's cheeks, because he's only ever been with women, too afraid to actually follow through with wanting men lest his parents found out. Although he'd come damn close with Adam…until Adam had hit him and thrown him out.

Jared notices the change in Jensen, lifts his wet hand to Jensen's face, and tilts it up so he can look at Jensen's eyes. "Hey, I thought… It's her, the woman from the picture."

Jensen shakes his head and lets out a slow breath. "No, I just…"

Jared's eyes widen, and his stomach bottoms out as he realizes that Jensen's never done this before, at least not with another man. Jared darts forward, the water splashing a little between them as he claims Jensen's mouth for his own, his large hands cradling the back of Jensen's head as he shifts his hips closer, causing their cocks to rub together in the cool lake water, drinking down Jensen's moans with the fervor of a man dying from dehydration.

He pulls back, and Jensen moans in disappointment, his eyes slipping open, glazed with want. "Does this change things?" he asks.

Jared smiles, darts forward, stealing another kiss. "Changes everything, but I still fucking want you. Want you even more now. I'll be the only one you ever want after. Be so fucking good to you, suck your cock, drink you dry and ride you hard. God, want you in me so bad."

Jensen makes a strangled sound, and neither is sure of who leads, but soon they're nearer the shore, the water still lapping against their waists. Jared is draped over Jensen's body, kissing, licking, nipping Jensen's jaw, the arch of his neck as Jensen's head falls back, and along Jensen's collarbone, not caring about the taste of brackish lake water as long as Jensen's taste is the chaser.

Jared's hips are rolling against Jensen's and Jensen tries to slip a hand between them, but Jared stops him. "No, want you to get me ready. Need you in me, fuck."

Jensen swallows and nods as Jared's hand guides his around to Jared's ass. Their fingers wet enough from the water lapping at their waists. Jensen slips a finger between the cheeks of Jared's ass, teasing his entrance, and slipping his finger in to the first knuckle, watching Jared's face before getting the finger all the way inside. Jared's teeth are caught on his bottom lip, and Jensen doesn't know if he's ever seen anything more amazing. If he has, it doesn't come to mind at the moment.

He moves his finger in and out, Jared's hips jolt and stutter against his and Jensen groans, Jared's mouth on his a moment later. Jared pulls back, Jensen's bottom lip between his teeth and then Jared shifts and growls in Jensen's ear, "Add another finger. Show me how bad you wanna fuck me."

Jensen nods stiffly and adds another finger. Jared whines on top of him, now working to grind down on Jensen's cock and push up against Jensen's hand.

"That's right, open me up. Spread your fingers, dammit. Open me up, don't wanna squeeze your dick off," Jared snarls and arches up as Jensen does just that, and then on Jared's request adds a third finger.

Finally Jared bats his hand away, and rolls them over, so Jensen's on top of him, practically riding a thigh.

"Quit humping me and get your dick in me now," Jared groans, shifting and spreading his legs.

Jensen freezes for a moment, and Jared's hand wraps around his cock and Jared is telling him to open his eyes and look at him. His eyes flutter open and he shifts, letting Jared guide him, and then the head of his cock is at Jared's opening, and Jared's other hand is against his neck, pulling him down, but instead of a kiss, his teeth nip Jensen's ear and his voice is gravelly as he snaps, "Put your cock in me hard and deep. Need to feel you right the fuck now."

Jensen thrusts forward and Jared arches up beneath him, a strange incoherent stream of words bursting from his mouth as his long legs tighten around Jensen, shifting the alignment, and then he lifts his head a little and snaps, "Move, God damn you! Move!"

Jensen rocks his hips hard, in and out, leans down, his mouth covering Jared's, drinking down the filth falling from Jared's lips like sweet candy. Jensen feels Jared's hand slip between them, but he brushes Jared's hand away, grips the base of Jared's cock, and as the rhythm of his hips meeting Jared's ass begins to grow more erratic he jacks Jared off.

Jared throws his head back, and Jensen bites down on the curve where neck meets shoulder, as the tension breaks like a spring coil and he's coming hard and fast, deep inside Jared's ass, his hips stuttering in their rolling as he forces himself to continue jacking Jared off through his sensory overload, and finally as Jared comes Jensen collapses, and Jared's lips seek his out in a lazy kiss.

Jared's hand is stroking through Jensen's short, damp hair, a smile on his face as he catches his breath and then lets out a laugh. "I think we might need a shower when we get back to JD's, cause I've got sand in places I really don't wanna talk about right now."

Jensen agrees, and his dick seems to like the idea of a shower with Jared just as much, but first, it will have to recover like the rest of Jensen.

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He looks himself over in the mirror, face shaved, hair flopping just right, and he frets with the collar of his lavender oxford shirt for a moment before he decides that after changing five times all ready, it's fine. He shakes his head, unable to wrap it around why he's going through so much trouble for an outing with Jensen. He's never put so much effort into one project…one person before, and it kind of rattles him a little.

He shakes the thought away and stiffens as a set of nails slide across his back, and he shifts his gaze to meet her dark eyes in the mirror.

"Sandy," he lets out with a sigh.

She leans closer against him, pressing her soft curves against his back, but all he's got on his mind are the smooth, hard plains of Jensen's body. She has a smirk on her face and a gleam in her eye.

"Going all out for this little bet, aren't you? This how bad you want me in your bed, wrapped around your cock? I'm impressed," she whispers throatily.

He rolls his eyes and pulls away from her. "For once, darling sis, it's not about you. I'm going out tonight. If you don't want to wait up, why not call Chad to keep you company, that's if he hasn't found something barely legal since the last time you fucked him."

Her eyes narrow and she snatches at his arm and snarls, "Rules don't change. The deal is to fuck him, and you keep your precious car and get to fuck me to your heart's content. That's the bet, the terms we agreed on. This looks a lot like dating. God, you're even happy. We're the rich and elite, Jared. We don't need to find happiness. That's why we have money, so we can buy it. Get your head straight, or start thinking with the upstairs brain."

She grabs at his crotch and gives it a good squeeze. His hand closes around her wrist and pulls her hand away, and he gets down in her face and then smiles, his teeth bared like the predator he is.

"Careful, Sandy, or I'd almost think you're jealous."

She takes in a deep breath, her other hand reaching behind her, for something, anything to throw. He lets her wrist go, and as he steps out of the room he hears something shatter against the doorframe. He doesn't bother to look back to see what it was.

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His skin literally crawls as he steps out of the lecture hall only to feel a small, demure, well manicured hand land on his shoulder. He turns around with a raised brow, and the first thing he notices is how small, curvy, and pixie like she appears, her long, dark hair falling softly down her back, and her dark eyes glinting with intent. Everything in him is telling him to get away as quickly as possible.

Her pretty lips are pulled into a smile that brings to mind a hungry tiger preparing to pounce. "Jensen, do you have a moment?" she asks, and her voice is soft and cunningly sweet.

He nods, because his momma didn't raise him up to be rude. "Sure, Sandy, but only a minute. Gotta head to the library," he replies warily.

"Of course you do," she says, her eyes darkening with a look that makes Jensen uncomfortable, and then they brighten again. "So, I see he's won. Got you wrapped around his little finger. I guess I really shouldn't have underestimated Jared's reputation, but there's always talk, and you think that's all it is. Guess you're the proof that he really is at the top of his game."

Jensen's throat goes dry and he swallows reflexively as he pushes his glasses up his nose and narrows his eyes on her. "What exactly are you talking about?" he asks, his stomach churning in dread.

"The bet, of course," she says with a smile and then her expression softens with feigned surprise. "Oh, I guess he hasn't gotten around to telling you yet. It was a little wager between siblings. I simply asked him to prove his reputation of being able to seduce anyone. Your name came up, and you became the bet. I'm guessing with the way he came home Sunday morning that he won. That's kind of impressive, that you wore him out so well. I, myself, never thought he'd bottom for anyone, but I guess with his car at stake, and such a nice car, who could blame him?"

Jensen takes in a shaky breath, reaches up, grabs her wrist delicately and removes it from his shoulder as he says, "What makes you think I'd believe you?"

She chews on her lip for a moment and then sighs. "I honestly didn't expect you to. Because apparently Jared is just that good. Of course if you want proof, come by our house tonight, around eight. He'll be collecting his winnings then. I'm sure you won't want to miss that."

Jensen gives her a terse nod, and then steps past her, ignoring her as she reaches out for his shoulder again. She turns around to watch him go, and notices, with a cruel smile curving at her mouth, that he isn't headed toward the library, but the dorms.

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Jared sighs as the words begin to swim and blur on the screen of his laptop. He leans back in his father's desk chair and rolls his shoulders, then spares a glance to the book next to his laptop. He curses his professor once again for assigning the class to pick a quote from Sun Tzu's The Art of War and write a story based off of it.

He wants to throw the book across the room. Sure it won't accomplish much, but it will definitely make him feel better. He shakes his head once more to clear it, and then looks up with narrow eyes as the doors of his father's study are pulled open and Sandy leans against the doorframe, a smug smile on her face. Jared's hackles and suspicions rise immediately.

"What do you want?" he asks carefully.

She pushes away from the doorframe, a noticeable sway in her hips as she draws near him. She hops up on the desk, pushes the screen down on the laptop and her right foot comes to rest between his legs, her toes brushing over his crotch. He pushes the chair back and shakes his head.

"I don't have time for your games right now. I have a paper to work on," he snaps.

She snorts. "Of course you do, but it can wait. Hell, you could buy yourself an extra week to turn it in if you wanted. Besides, I thought we could celebrate your victory," she whispers huskily, fingering the thin, spaghetti strap of her coral colored tank top. "Isn't this what you've waited for since the day your father said, 'I do,' to my mother?"

"Things change," Jared says tiredly.

Her eyes darken, then her laugh fills the room and she shifts down from the desk and straddles him in his father's desk chair, her arms folding around his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair as she rocks her hips against his crotch and leans in, just shy of pressing her mouth to his as she flips her hair back and says, "Things don't change that much, Jared. We're one in the same, you and I. Tell me you'd rather be fucked by a poor little charity case when you've got me on your lap. He was a bet, remember? You've got me now baby. What more could you possibly want?"

She darts forward, her lips fierce and unmerciful against his, and then a gasp reaches his ears and he shoves Sandy from his lap and his eyes widen in horror. Jensen is standing in the doorway of his father's study, a stunned look on his face that quickly changes to anger and hurt and then he breaks into a run headed toward the front door.

He runs after Jensen, calling his name, and with his long legs it doesn't take him long to reach Jensen as he opens the door to Tom's vintage blue '69 Chevelle, a car mostly paid for by Mike. Jared feels a stab in his gut at the sight of tears behind Jensen's glasses.

"That was nothing, Jen," Jared says, desperation peppering his voice. "You have to believe me. She plays these games, but I don't want her. I've got you, right?"

Jensen blinks back the tears and shakes head. "So what exactly did you win, Jared?"

Jared takes a step back like he's been hit, and his breath grows heavy as he shakes his head. "No, Jen. It's over, it was stupid, but it's over now."

"No, we're over, Jay. This was stupid. I was stupid for thinking some spoiled, rich kid like you could possibly give a damn for someone like…what did she call me? A poor little charity case? Just tell me, I'm dying to know. I mean, I know you get to keep your car, but what else do you get? Is it her? Because if it is, you two fucking deserver each other."

"Jensen, please… Not like this, I can explain," Jared pleads.

Jensen's eyes spark and his fist comes flying out of nowhere. Jared lands on his ass with a grunt, Jensen slams the driver's door of Tom's car behind him, turns the engine over and squeals the tires out of the driveway as he peels off.

Jared shakily gets to his feet, brushes off his ass and stalks back into the house. He stops in the doorway of his father's study, glares at her perched across his father's desk, her fingernails sliding idly across his closed laptop. She hops off of the desk with a smirk and sashays toward him, trailing her nails across his broad chest as she says, "Guess you won the bet, but I still don't fuck pathetic losers, Jared, and that just proved you're pathetic. You've probably just lost the best thing that's ever happened to you. Why would I need a stupid car after knowing that I've reduced you to this?"

"Get the fuck away from me right now, or I swear to God," Jared growls, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

She pulls back with a small chuckle. "Now, now, swearing to a God you don't believe in? Jared, didn't your momma raise you better than that?"

"What right do you have talking about my mother? Get the hell away from me," he snarls.

She outright laughs as she saunters past him.

He shakes as he slams the doors of his father's study behind him, then he heads back over to his father's desk. He notices that his book is opened and face down. He picks it up and there's a quote highlighted in pink in the book.

Thus those skilled in war subdue the enemy's army without battle… They conquer by strategy.

He throws the book across the room and then sinks back into his father's chair, his head in his hands as his body continues to tremble over what he's lost.

Read Part Three of Intent of Desire by TempestQuill