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When Jared had given Jensen a key to his apartment, it had been all Jensen could do to not laugh with unbridled amusement. Sure, he appreciated the gesture - it was a sign that he'd finally managed to completely win Jared over - but Jared had to have known that the key would lead to nights of Jensen showing up for surprise visits.
Nights such as the night, for example, when Jensen was standing at the door with one bag full of beer, and another full of porn. Jared had spent the last few days complaining about how much he missed Sandy, and Jensen figured that if he couldn't bring Jared his girlfriend, the least he could do was bring him DVDs of girls who were just as hot. He unlocked and opened the apartment door slowly, intending to sneak in without notice, if Jared wasn't standing right in the kitchen. But as he closed the door and set his bags down, he realized that he probably hadn't needed to try so hard.
After all, he doubted that Jared would have heard him over the sound of feminine moaning.
Jensen's eyes widened as he realized what he was hearing, and he crept towards the wall that separated the entrance and kitchen from the living room, where the noises were coming from. He peered around the corner, hoping to not be seen, and again, he realized that he didn't have to try so hard, because he was pretty sure that Jared's attention was firmly locked on how Sandy was twisting on his lap.
Jared was sitting on the couch, with Sandy straddling him. The slow roll of her movements matched the thrust of Jared's hips, and they moved together in a way that made Sandy purr deeply. She had her hands on Jared's shoulders, her fingers grasping at his shirt as she held onto him, while Jared had one hand on her back under her tank top, and the other lost between Sandy's legs.
Jensen put his hand over his mouth as he watched them, afraid that he might make a noise that would alert them to his presence, or worse, that would make them stop. In the back of his mind, he knew that what he was doing at the moment was wrong. He knew that he should have stopped watching them, should have left Jared a note saying, "Hey, enjoy the beers and don't watch the movies in front of your girlfriend," and left. But he couldn't bring himself to look away, too transfixed by Sandy's noises, and the look on Jared's face.
And so, he stayed right where he was, dropping his hand down to palm his cock through his pants as he saw Jared pull Sandy closer and rock her against him in a move that made her gasp. Jared tilted his head and drew his mouth along Sandy's neck, creating a trail of tongue and teeth that went all the way up to her ear. He whispered to her, low and deep, saying something that made her grin, and the next time she moaned, it was mixed with laughter.
They continued just like that, slow and hard and deliberate, until it was clear that Sandy was getting to the end. "Please. Jared, please," she said softly, earnestly enough to send Jensen's blood shooting south, and he had to bite his lip hard to stifle his groan.
Jared looked up at her with a smirk, watching as she begged. His eyes never left her face as he said clearly, "What do you think Jensen? Should I let her come?"
Jensen snapped back from the wall and collided with the kitchen counter, letting out a cry of pain that removed any final possibility of hiding the fact that he was there.
"Get out here, you dumbass," Jared said, and Jensen obeyed, stepping fully into the living room as he rubbed his back. He had already started forming an apology in his head, prepared for Jared's anger - until he looked at him and saw that he was smiling. Sandy's face was buried against Jared's neck, but even that couldn't hide the fact that she was laughing. "Hey Jensen. Guess who came up to surprise me?"
Jensen felt his face flush as Sandy twisted around to look at him. "Hey Sandy. It's, uh, nice to see you again," he said awkwardly.
"It's nice to see you too," she replied, breaking into smaller giggles. "And to finally see all of you, instead of just the little bit peeking out from behind the wall."
"Oh god," Jensen groaned, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. "Yeah, about that? I'm really sorry. How long did you two know I was there?"
"Uh, from just about the moment you walked in the door," Jared said. "Dude, you're not a ninja. You couldn't sneak into the house of a deaf guy. And besides..." He trailed off and pointed to the mirror on the wall. Jensen had seen it before, on previous visits to the apartment, but he'd never really noticed how it was positioned just perfectly to allow someone on the couch to see along the wall, and spot anyone who might be standing there.
"Fuck," Jensen swore, causing Jared to join Sandy in laughing. He remembered when Sandy had first laughed, when Jared had pulled her in to him and whispered to her. Jared must have been telling her what he saw then, and Jensen realized that even while they knew he was there, they'd kept going, giving him a show. He didn't know if that was disturbing, or even more arousing than he already felt. "Fuck," he said again.
"Well, we were trying to, but we kinda got interrupted by a dirty voyeur," Sandy remarked, grinning when Jensen facepalmed more.
He made a move towards the kitchen, fully prepared to give a last apology and run, but then Jared said, "Jensen, wait," and he stopped to turn back towards them. "Hold on a sec," Jared continued, giving Sandy a little nudge to get her to sit up and move off of his lap. He tucked his cock back into his pants as Sandy sat down beside him on the couch, smoothing her skirt over her legs. "Were you just going to stand there and watch us the whole time, and not even say anything?"
Jensen sighed and gazed down at the floor, shaking his head. "I don't really know what I was going to do," he admitted. "Look, I just came over with some beers. I didn't know Sandy was going to be here, or that you'd be...you know." He made vague gestures towards Sandy, and she started giggling again. "But I know you two have catching up to do, so I'm just gonna go and show myself out."
"No, you're not. Get your ass over here," Jared said, pointing to the open spot next to Sandy on the couch.
Sandy gave the seat a little pat, clearly inviting Jensen to sit down. "Come on, we won't bite, I promise."
Jensen shifted his body away from the kitchen, but didn't make any other move towards the couch. "Listen, I don't want to keep you two from doing what you were doing, or from whatever else you had planned for tonight."
"Hey, plans change, it's not a big deal." Jared exchanged a long, dark look with Sandy that made Jensen have to bite back another moan. "I think we can come up with a new plan, don't you?"
"Oh, we can definitely come up with something new," Sandy said, glancing over at Jensen with a smile. "But only if Jensen actually sits down."
Feeling a bit like a canary in a room full of cats, Jensen made his way over to the couch and sat down, looking at his hands for a few moments before he could bring himself to glance at either of them. He kept expecting himself to figure out what to say at this point, but nothing would come out.
Jared smirked and leaned over, whispering to Sandy again. She ran through a range of emotions from surprised, to thoughtful, to downright gleeful, before he pulled away from her and she turned to face Jensen. "Oh Jensen?" she said seductively. "I have a question, out of general curiosity. Did you enjoy what you saw earlier?"
All Jensen could do was nod, too busy trying to figure out what Jared had said to her to comment further.
"Good," she replied, moving in a little closer to him. "Do you mind if I check?"
Before Jensen could ask what she meant by that, Sandy reached between his legs and pressed her palm against his cock, hard enough to make Jensen groan in pleasure. "Oh god," he murmured, his hips jerking towards her touch instinctively.
"Ooh, he really did like it," Sandy said, sounding proud. At that, she moved even closer to him, running her fingers along the outline of his cock against his pants. "I have another question now. What were you thinking about while you were watching us?"
A stream of images ran through Jensen's mind - Sandy's hips moving as Jared pushed into her, her hands pressing against him in desperate contact, the various things Jared could have been doing with his hand - and he stammered as he tried to respond. "I wasn't trying to watch--I mean, I was, a little bit, but I wasn't thinking--I was trying not to disturb you and I didn't want to stare, but you kept moaning and then he--" Jensen cut himself off with another groan from Sandy's deft touch. "I was trying to figure out exactly what you two were doing."
"Oh?" Sandy said. "I would have thought it would have been fairly obvious." Jensen heard Jared snicker at that, but a flick of Sandy's wrist brought his attention back to her. "If you'd like, I can show you exactly what we were doing."
Jensen's eyes widened when he realized what she meant, and Jared took his moment of hesitation to add, "Come on. You got to watch me. Now it's my turn." Glancing at both of them, Jensen realized they were serious about this, and found himself nodding in acquiescence before he'd even completed the thought to say yes. "Okay," he said.
Sandy grinned broadly at him, and pulled herself up and onto his lap. "I was so hoping you would say that," she replied, reaching down between them to get Jensen's pants open. She pulled out his cock, moving her hand along the length with slow, careful strokes, and Jensen didn't even realize that Jared had gotten up until he sat back down on the couch and handed Sandy a condom, facing the two of them fully.
"Let's see. When you came in, I think we were right about here." Sandy slipped the condom over him before guiding herself onto his cock, pressing down hard with her hips to push him inside of her. Jensen moaned sharply, and got even more aroused when Sandy made a noise that matched his. He glanced over at Jared, completely unsure about what kind of look he would see on his friend's face, and found Jared staring at them with a look of unmistakable pleasure.
"Go on," he said to Sandy. "I think we were actually moving at that point."
"Oh, you're right, we were." Sandy gave Jensen another smirk, and began to fuck him, moving in much the same way as he'd seen her move before. Her body rolled against him, her breasts pressed against his chest with each upwards thrust, and Jensen found himself putting his hands on her hips, following her, guiding himself into her in the rhythm that she created.
"Were you imagining yourself here?" she asked him, and Jensen looked up at her with a curious gaze. "While you were watching us, is this what you were imagining - yourself in Jared's place? Did you think about how it would feel to fuck me? Did you think about what you'd have to do to make me moan?"
Sandy pulled one of Jensen's hands off of her hip and guided his fingers between her legs, to her clit. Even as dazed as he was by what they were doing, he still wasn't gone enough to not know what to do at this point, and he rubbed gently at first, then a bit harder when his first movements were rewarded with a keening noise of pleasure from Sandy. He heard Jared gasp, and that made him feel even better, even hotter.
Jensen started fucking Sandy a little faster, and the room fell silent save for the occasional sound of pleasure, until Jared finally spoke. "Maybe that's not all he was thinking about," he said, clearly enough to make the two of them stop moving. "I mean, sure, maybe he was imagining himself in my place. But what if he was imagining himself in yours?"
Jensen turned his head sharply to look at Jared, and Sandy gave him an amused look. At some point, while Jensen had been distracted by Sandy's guidance, Jared had moved closer to them on the couch, close enough that he was able to reach over and slip his hand under Jensen's shirt.
"Maybe he was wondering what it would be like to be in your place." Jared was obviously talking to Sandy, but it was Jensen that he leaned towards, to murmur into his ear. "That's it, isn't it? You were watching us and thinking about how good it would feel if you were the one riding me, if you were the one with my cock inside you, holding you, stroking you until you begged just like Sandy did. Isn't that right, Jensen?"
"Oh fuck," Jensen gasped, letting his head fall back against the couch as he stared at Jared. Sandy had started moving again, faster and harder than before, but when he closed his eyes, all he could picture in his mind was Jared. "Yes," he said softly, as though the volume would keep him from having admitted it fully. "God, yes."
Jared slid over further, pressing his mouth against Jensen's as he stroked his fingers further up Jensen's chest and across one of his nipples. Jensen's mouth opened in a moan, and Jared took the opportunity to slide his tongue past Jensen's lips, deepening the kiss with a fierceness that Jensen hadn't realized Jared possessed. He responded in kind, licking and nibbling at Jared's lips, and when he felt Sandy lean in to bite his neck, there was no going back. He gasped against Jared's mouth as he came, all rhythm lost as he jerked into Sandy the last few times, using the hand still on her hip to hold her steady while his orgasm subsided.
"Holy shit," Sandy whispered, and Jensen opened his eyes to find her looking at him in an unequivocally smug way. "That was awesome."
Jared laughed and leaned in to give Jensen a quick, sharp kiss. "I'm definitely going to have to agree," he said. "God damn, Jensen. It's so much fun to watch you come."
Jensen broke into a grin, sighing with no small amount of disappointment as Sandy shifted off of him. He was glad to see that she looked pleased with herself, but he realized that neither of them could possibly look as happy as Jared did. "I should probably get cleaned up and go," he said, remembering how he'd gotten here in the first place. "Then you two can, you know, catch up like you'd planned."
"Actually, I think you should stick around," Jared replied, and this time, Jensen was the recipient of his arousing look. "Remember what I said? Plans change." He motioned to Sandy to follow him before grabbing Jensen's wrist and pulling him off the couch, leading both of them towards his bedroom. "Come on," he said. "It's Sandy's turn to watch."