Title: Olympic Sized Dreams
Chapter: 1/2
Author: jakesdream
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: J Squared baby
Characters/Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Warnings: Brief flash backs to mild adolescent non-con, very mild nothing very descriptive.
Beta: snfan3
Feedback: I hope so.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Wish I did, and this is totally made up, neither boy has been photographed in a Speedo cause if they were *flailyhands*

Summery: Swimming AU. Jared and Jensen share a troubled past and a dream of Olympic glory.

AN: Birthday fic for zenamydog who begged me to write her some J2 and then said I could give it to her for her B-day...this is supposed to be a one shot *OMG is laughing* but it turned out to be a two parter...So babes this is your first part *winks*

AN: Thankyou so much also goes to my LJ Mien kinkynicky for allowing me to give her parts to read and tease her with. She was a great inspiration *winks and hugs for life*


 


Chapter 1

 
Jared let the water beat down over his body, tension and anxiety leaving every pore and dripping down the drain. He heard his swim coach yelling twenty more minuets till he had to be on deck; the call sending his thoughts back seven years…


The large hand on his 10 year old cock felt heavy and filthy. He never liked this feeling, hated it actually, even though he was told many times, “Yeah you like it.”


The man would grumble in Jared’s ear, push his hand inside his bathing suit and rub a calloused thumb over top of his pre-pubescent dick when he thought no one was looking. Rub him just enough for Jared to have that ‘tingling’ feeling deep down in his stomach. Jared shuddered and his stomach lurched every time the coach would tell him he needed to stay after practice to do extra lengths. He knew Steve, the Coach, didn’t’want him to practice ‘lengths’ or his ‘stream line’. No, he’d be practicing something else; something that always left him feeling nauseous and disgusted.


Steve always started by giving him some swim drills to do in the water. That would have been fine, but the next thing Jared knew, the 34 year old man would be in the pool with him, pretending to ‘show’ him what he wanted Jared to do. It always lead to Steve grabbing at Jared’s slender hips, hands snaking around to the front of his suit and rubbing tauntingly at his cock. Apparently Steve enjoyed it when he could make Jared blush at getting hard.


“See, you like this Jared. If you didn’t’ you wouldn’t get hard for me,” Steve said, taking his fingers and dipping them in the edge of Jared’s suit feeling the tip of his dick there.


Jared tried to wiggle away, but Steve grabbed hold of his hips and pressed him back against his own growing hardness. Jared kept his eyes closed and wished this would all just go away, this feeling of dirtiness and pleasure all rolled up in one.


Steve took Jared’s small hand and wrapped it around his much larger cock, forcing him to make long slow strokes, twisting Jared’s hand when he got to the top. His breath came in short pants as Steve made him jerk him off. He hated this. Hated the feel of Steve’s heavy cock in his hands and the roughness of Steve’s hand against his own cock, but despite that he couldn’t stop the orgasm which curled tight in his stomach before it exploded through his body.


With a cry, Jared pulled back, knowing that Steve would now head off to his office and take care of his own erection. Steve never came when they were out on the pool deck, he made sure it was a place of power where he was in complete control. Jared was actually thankful for that small relief; he most definitely didn’t want to be the one to make Steve come…


 
 
Jared opened his eyes slowly and shook off the memory of his early years, the beginning of his ‘swim career’. He wondered why he had never quit, then remembered how very happy his Momma and Daddy were that he broke the club’s ten year old 200 meter individual medley record and the 200 meter freestyle record.


“Your son has a gift Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki. With extra training and dedication he could go to the Olympics, I have no doubt about that,“ Steve said to his parents one day after practice. Jared heard every word and had also seen his Momma’s eyes light up at the thought of one of her sons going to the Olympics. He didn’t want to let down his parents and thankfully he didn’t have to; cause Steve got transferred out of the swim club and Jared ended up moving to a new coach.


That had been five coaches and seven years ago. Thankfully no other coach took advantage of Jared like that again, but it left him feeling very confused and questioning his sexuality… and yeah, up till this point there were no Olympic trials either, which made Jared mad that Steve had only wanted to get into his pants and had lied to his parents to do it.


Jared had tried very hard to like girls and even had a girlfriend back in seventh grade named Kathy. She was a great person and very pretty, they had been best friends since the fourth grade which was when she had come to his rescue with a bunch of bullies at his new school. But their dating had only lasted for six months and they’d realized they were better at being best friends than being boyfriend and girlfriend.


Over the years, Jared often found himself staring at the guys at the swim meets… he figured it was ‘normal’ due to the lack of clothing in the sport. I mean who wouldn’t look when guys are stretching and bending with practically nothing on, it was totally normal right?


Problem was; two weeks ago he saw Jensen for the first time and all thoughts of him being ‘straight’ had gone out the window. Damn… that guy made his stomach do 360 degree flips.


Standing with his team, Jensen was tall and slender. Jared noticed him above everyone else. He had long eyelashes, freckles splayed across his perfect nose and lips that begged to be kissed and sucked. His eyes were another story, green like moss and they shone when the light hit him, glittering like the cool ocean depths. Jared could barely concentrate on anything the first time they were at the pool together and he wasn’t doing much better today.


“You might want to take care of that before you go on deck.” Jensen nodded down to Jared’s crotch area as he walked past on his way to the showers.


Jared, who had barely remembered to breathe when he saw him walking towards him with his hips swaying the tiniest bit, looked down and felt his face immediately go red. He hadn’t noticed the growing hardness in the confined space of his suit.


Jared turned and ran to the bathroom stalls. He locked himself in and pressed his palm against his cock, whimpering with need while at the same time trying to make it go away… that was until he heard the soft moaning coming from the shower across from his stall.


Jared peeked through the tiny crack and almost choked at what he saw.

A guy in the shower had his eyes closed, lips in a tense line of concentration, teeth nibbling slightly on his bottom lip as his hand took long lazy strokes on his cock. Chest muscles flexed with each stroke and Jared could see the muscles in his arms working as the guy stroked himself faster. His head was thrown back and Jared could see his adams apple bobbing up and down as if gasping for air.


When the guy opened his eyes and turned his face more straight towards Jared, he clearly saw who it was for the first time…Jensen.


He took a sharp breath in and stood in awe of the sight he was seeing. Jensen’s strong hand ran the length of his dick, pumping up and down and encircling the head when he reached the top, his other hand teasing his nipple and making it hard.


Jared blinked and sighed, reached his own hand down, as if he was in a trance, and pulled out his fully hardened cock from his skin tight suit. He pulled the tiny material down past his lean hips so that he could wrap his hand fully around himself and started to match his rhythm with Jensen’s.


Jensen took his strokes down to the base of his cock, hitting his balls and moving slowly back up again, mouth parting and moaning. Jared mimicked Jensen’s movements, rubbing his finger on the thick vein on the underside of his cock.


Jared stood watching Jensen’s cock dripping with water and pre-cum at the tip. Jensen’s cock looked to be about half an inch or so smaller than Jared’s, but it was also wider than Jared‘s, thicker. Jared licked at his lips; thinking how that cock would feel heavy against his tongue, how he would taste.


When Jensen was finally about to come; he made one last stroke downward and held his hand at the base of his cock while his other hand rubbed at the head of his cock, fast slippery circles with his palm until he was coming. He continued to jack himself to completion, breaths coming out in fast ragged breathes.


Jared came then too, watching what Jensen was doing with his hand, the circles he was making with his palm over the sensitive purple head. Jared tried to be quiet, but choked out an “Oh God” as the cum shot out and landed on the bathroom door. He looked up quickly and could see an embarrassed Jensen moving quickly as he washed up and left.


Jared took a moment before leaving the stall, the euphoria of just watching Jensen jack himself off before he raced was…well it was fucking hot and Jared felt a heightened adrenaline rush.


He went on that day to win every one of his heats and noticed that Jensen did too.



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That image of Jensen in the shower was one that to this day Jared still used to get himself off before racing. Except now he would wait till his team mates went out on deck, find the end shower stall and give himself a ‘work out‘.


 There was nothing like going out on deck with a tight Speedo and a hard on. Oh sure there were a lot of guys that didn’t mind showing off their ‘package’, even took pride in it, but it would make Jared feel uncomfortable and embarrassed and ever since Steve, he was always very cautious and careful about himself becoming aroused around the guys.


He blamed himself for what he’d done with Steve, becoming hard when he was stroked and petted. He felt like he should have been able to control himself better, not get hard.


He discovered, after the incident with Jensen a little over a year ago, that the best way to alleviate his chances of embarrassment would be for him to jerk himself off just before he swam. It not only felt good, it relieved a lot of his tension, and he’d seen Jensen doing it so he figured it was okay if he did it too.


Jared took long fast strokes of his cock, thumbing the head and teasing the slit. His tongue was between wet pink lips and his moans were hidden beneath the pitter patter of the water. From behind closed eyes he could see the object of his affection and came jerkily into his hand moaning, “Fuck Jensen.”
 



Twenty minutes later Jared stood in front of the blocks looking to his left and right; sizing up his competition. He knew that he was number one in his heat and thought the race was going to be a breeze.


The top two in each heat went to the finals, and he wanted to be in the finals really bad. He pulled his cap and goggles down over his eyes and quickly adjusted himself in his bathing suit, feeling slightly light headed from the orgasm just minutes before.


He mentally played the race over in his mind, going through each stroke butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke, freestyle. The 200 IM was his best event.


When he was 16 he had a best time of 2:30:05, and now 2 years later, he was trying to beat 2:20:43, his personal best this year.


The whistle blew and he stepped up onto the blocks, shaking his arms to the sides, trying to loosen up his muscles.


“On your mark…get set…” the announcer called and bang the gun went off.


Hitting the water always felt so exhilarating for him. It was like something inside of him snapped and the burst of adrenaline that it gave was amazing. The race went fast; eight guys giving it their all. Jared came to the last 15meters and pushed himself to the wall.


Looking up to see where he ranked he saw his name in lights:


Padalecki, Jared (Team: MOST) Final ranking: 1 Time: 2:22:45


It was a win, but not the time he wanted. Fuck he thought to himself, taking his cap and goggles off and slamming them down into the water in frustration.


Now he’d have another eight hours in the pool to tweak his time before the finals tomorrow.


He got out of the water as the next swimmer was getting ready for his race. A guy about 21, standing on the deck doing the same race preparation as Jared; adjusting his cap and goggles and also adjusting himself into his Speedo.


“Good job Padalecki,” the guy said.


“Yeah um thanks…” Jared said too annoyed with himself to realize that it was Jensen. He felt a hand briefly touch his ass and turned around to see a huge smile on Jensen’s face. Jared couldn’t help but smile back, his annoyance leaving him quickly.


 
 

Jared had met Jensen through some friends on the swim team at the Texas Invitational last year, not long after the ‘episode’ in the showers.


Jared’s older brother had a friend called Alex whose younger brother Todd was a team mate of Jensen’s. Alex was also friends with Jensen’s older brother Josh. Yeah… it most definitely got confusing sometimes, but in the end they all knew each other through six degrees of separation.


Jensen was in his last year with the University of Northern Texas swim team (NT). He had been on the team for four years while he attended University and did some odd acting gigs. This year though, he had gotten a more permanent job on the soap opera, Days Of Our Lives and was leaving for California in the fall.


He was ranked third on his team, while Jared was ranked fifth on the Masters of South Texas team (MOST). Jared was also leaving his team in the fall for his own guest spot on a new show called Gilmore Girls.


It had been a very hard decision for him to quit swimming, but he knew his Olympic dreams were gone, so he had decided he needed to deal with that and move on. His momma and daddy had insisted that he finish high school first and get his diploma before going off to act in this TV series, which was why he was still swimming.


He and Jensen had become fast friends, having their love of acting and swimming as a common bond. Jensen had done some modeling, and so had Jared. Even though Jensen was in University and Jared was a senior in High School, they had spent a lot of time calling and e-mailing each other. They also chatted every night on yahoo, talking trash about each other and their swim teams. They were both very competitive, but held good sportsmanship for each other.


 Now, as he left the starting area and turned to watch Jensen race, he remembered back to when their ‘relationship’ began six months ago;




Jared had just lost in the finals of his 200 IM and was really upset when Jensen came over to him to congratulate him on a good swim.


They were good friends by now and it was just what Jensen had always done; watching the races to see how Jared did.


“Hey good job, Jared, you’ll get it next time,” Jensen said slapping Jared on the back, but then not moving his hand right away.


Jared tensed up at the feeling of Jensen touching his back; memory creeping to Steve and his calloused hands all over him. He shivered and shook off the hand.


“Hey it’s me, Jared, what’s wrong?” Jensen asked concern in his voice.


They had begun this ‘flirtatious’ relationship back and forth not long after they met. They were becoming good friends but the flirting has always been in jokes and glances, it was never anything physical. Jared was still confused, even more so after the simultaneous masturbation in the shower/bathroom that Jensen wasn’t even aware he was apart of.


He really liked Jensen, but the stuff with Steve had left him feeling uncomfortable and unclean, like he had done something wrong all those years ago. He had never even let Kathy see his…I mean they only got so far as kissing.


So when Jensen’s hand was resting on his back, he could feel the heat there and misread the action into want and desire. Basically it freaked him out.


“It’s nothing,” Jared stuttered. “I…just…I fucked up is all.”


“I have one more race, wait for me and we can go over some drills in the pool,” Jensen said and was about to turn and walk away before he caught the look in Jared’s eyes.


“What it is Jay?” Jensen said, turning back towards him with concern in his voice.

“It’s…it’s nothing really. Yeah I’ll meet you…later,” he said as he put on his flip flops and headed off to the bathroom.


He got into a stall and hovered around the toilet, stomach clenched into a knot. He hadn’t heard those words in eight years and they still terrified him. He knew Jensen wasn’t going to do anything and hell he actually he hoped they did in a way … but that didn’t stop the memories. He turned and sat down; trying to catch his breath before going and watching Jensen swim his final race.


He got back out on deck just in time to see Jensen be victorious.


Hours later, when the pool had cleared and there was just him and Jensen, he slipped off his track pants and put back on his cap and goggles


Jensen was standing on the side, watching Jared slip back into the water and pulled his own pants and shirt off revealing his
training suit

“What are you doing?” Jared said with a hint of trepidation in his voice eyes almost bulging out of his head.


“What the hell do you think I’m doing…we’re gonna swim some laps first before we get into the drills,” Jensen said coming up close beside Jared.


“Tell me what’s wrong, Jay,” he said, moving to rest his hand on Jared‘s shivering shoulders.


“It’s nothing really, Jen…let’s just practice,” he said tensing at the hand still on his shoulder.


“No, there is something wrong, just tell me,” Jensen said cupping Jared’s chin and turning his head towards him so he could look directly at him.


Jared had a hard time looking into Jensen’s eyes, he was so scared of telling Jensen what had happened years ago… he had never told anyone before.

“I…I can’t tell you, it’s too embarrassing,” Jared said turning his head away.


Jensen held his chin not allowing him to look away. “Tell me Jay, I want to know everything about you, including what has you so scared,” Jensen said holding steadfast.


Jared took a deep breath; he trusted Jensen and really liked him. They had hit it off right away becoming closer than best friends and he needed to get this secret off his chest.


“I… I had a swim coach once...” Jared said taking a shaky breath; finding it so difficult to look at Jensen as he said this. “He used to…well he used to do stuff with me…” He let the words hang between them.


Jensen looked confused and removed his hand from Jared’s chin. “What do you mean he did ‘stuff’ with you?” he asked as his fingers tensed on Jared’s shoulder.


“I mean…he used to like touch me and stuff and…” Jared couldn’t finish, he saw the look in Jensen’s eyes. He was freaked out; he was going to bolt out of the pool any minute.


Jensen hung his head down.


“Jen I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have told you, it’s nothing really. Forget I said anything,” Jared said all rushed and embarrassed.


“Jared I know…I know what you’re trying to tell me,” Jensen said. This time it wasn’t Jared who was doing the avoiding.


“Jen?” Jared questioned.


“I had a coach like that too…Ste…” Jensen didn’t even finish his name, when Jared interrupted with a shout, “Steve Taylor?”


The two boys stared at each other, disbelief passing between them.


“He was your coach too?” Jared asked wide eyed.


Jensen nodded. “He coached me five years ago, said I had a really good chance to go to the Olympics. My parents paid a lot of money for him to coach me. What they didn’t know was that he was fucking me too,” Jensen said, his eyes downcast.


Jared’s head popped up at the last thing Jensen said. “He what?” Jared almost shouted.


“Isn’t that what you were just going to tell me?” Jensen asked looking a little surprised.


“Jensen…he never…I mean he made me do things to him and he would get me off, but he never… I mean we didn’t have sex,” Jared said as a tear formed the corner of his eye as he saw Jensen begin to shut down.



Jensen took a few steps back from Jared, feeling completely ‘naked’ and exposed and needing to get out of the pool.


“I think we’re done for now…I can’t do this,” Jensen said climbing out of the pool.


Jared rushed and got out himself, catching Jensen by his arm.


“Jen don’t… it’s okay,” Jared started to say.


“How old were you Jay? When Steve did this to you, how old were you?”


“I was ten why?” Jared asked


“I was sixteen, not exactly innocent. You were just a kid, you didn’t know what was going on and I can imagine pretty scared,” he said looking straight into Jared’s eyes and seeing that frightened ten year old.


“I was old enough to say no…but I…I couldn’t…I didn‘t, well not out loud at least,” Jensen trailed off.

“Jen you were still a kid, and he used that Olympic thing with my parents too,” Jared said sliding a hand down Jensen’s side as Jensen felt his own body begin to shake.


“He…he used to tell me all the time that I was a natural…I was the best swimmer he had ever coached and that if I only stayed and practiced more that I could make the Olympic team,” Jensen whispered.


Jared just looked at Jensen, the disappointment and shame clearly pooling in the corner of his eyes. He went to wipe at a small tear that was sitting on the corner of Jensen’s eyes, when he looked up at him again.


“Jay, that was my dream and I wanted it more than anything. I was willing to do anything I could to accomplish it,” Jensen confessed and left the unspoken words between them as he moved to the side of the pool.


“I stayed late after every practice and swam 1500 meters more just to show him how dedicated I was, how much I wanted this. My hands were so wrinkly after every practice, and they hurt. Steve would sit and watch me, time me,” Jensen said and looked down and rubbed his hands together out of nervous habit.


“One day after I had done my 1500 meters, my legs cramped up really bad. I could barely walk and he helped me out of the pool and to his office.” Jensen’s voice dipped low.


“Well let’s just say my legs weren’t the only thing he massaged,” Jensen said embarrassment colouring his face red.


“It went from him petting me and me jerking him off to him fucking me in only a matter of months. He…he kept telling me how good I was, a natural,” Jensen said letting that word fall from his lips like poison and feeling the dirtiness he had felt five years ago.


“I knew it was wrong and I hated it, but I was terrified he’d kick me off the team if I didn’t seem like I wanted it, you know? I thought I was so close to making the Olympic team that I didn‘t want to jeopardize it,” Jensen sneaked a peek at the look on Jared’s face and grabbed for his towel to cover himself up, feeling very exposed.

“I know how it begins with him,” Jared agreed looking down at his own hands. “I was only ten and
the first time he had me lie on my back in a stream line position, trying to tell me that my arms were bending and that this would help to straighten them out.” Jared stared downward.


“Every time he would make me do that on a mat beside the pool when everyone else was gone, then he would rub his hands down my stomach and to my dick, just rubbing till I couldn‘t stand it,“ Jared said with a hitch in his voice.


“You know that was the first orgasm I ever had. I mean I had never even masturbated before that,” Jared confessed sounding completely humiliated.


Jensen looked at Jared then; could see the hurt in his eyes that mimicked his own and leaned in close to him.


“I know Jay…I know how you feel,” was all that Jensen could say.


That day they had sat pressed together, feeling a bond they had never felt with anyone else. It was a bond that was to be unbroken

 
TBC