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Where Sam and Dean Leave Off and We Begin - Chapter 5
Title: Where Sam and Dean Leave off and We Begin
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Eventually NC-17, but you have to wait
Summary: Things in the show have a way of spilling over into their personal lives, and vice versa
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The actors had the weekend off, and both flew back to LA for some warm R & R. Living their other lives, the ones that were collapsed into a few days here and there every month, the ones that seemed less real than Vancouver did now. They always missed each other, thought of things they wanted to share, while they were separated. It seemed 100 times a day, Jared would think oh god, I have to tell Jensen about that, he’ll laugh so fucking hard. He’d smile as he thought it, then feel that little pang of oh, I can’t wait to tell him. He’d never thought anything of it before, but now the pang felt different. Jared kept replaying their conversation on the set, trying to figure out why Jensen had said the things he did, what he’d meant. How he felt.
Before he’d even gotten on the plane, his cell was ringing. The display said ‘Dean’. His stomach flipped as he answered. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Jared broke into a grin, the one that lit up his whole boyish face, as Jensen continued. “Where are you? Are you on the plane?”
“No, are you?”
“No.” There was a long pause, then they both laughed. This was a familiar scenario. Neither of them really liked getting up as early as they had to on the days they headed back. “Good,” Jensen said. Jared wondered if he had the same shit-eating grin on his face. It sounded like he did.
“Okay, just checking. See you on set.” Jensen paused. “Good weekend?”
“Yeah, good weekend. You?”
“Yeah.” There was something in Jensen’s voice that said otherwise.
“Really?” Jared pressed. There was another long pause on the other end.
“No, not really.” Jensen sighed into the phone, making Jared want to leap through the time-space continuum and be there, wherever he was at that moment.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No.” Jared had the impression that wasn’t what his costar really wanted to say, but Jensen went on. “Not now. I gotta get to the airport.”
“Later then.” Jared wasn’t going to let this go. Jensen was silent on the other end.
“You okay, Jen? I mean, really, are you okay?”
Jensen’s voice could evoke so much, just like his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He clearly wanted to end the conversation now. “See you on set.” And the call ended.
* * *
By the time Jared made it to makeup, Jensen was already gone and on the set. Damn. He’d wanted to pull the other actor aside and find out what was wrong before filming began for the day. Now he wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t shake the suspicion that Jensen was really upset.
Jared had read through the script over the weekend, rehearsed his lines until he knew them well enough to run the scenes through without thinking about every word. So he could feel them. As usual, ‘Tall Tales’ held its share of gay-themed teasing between the brothers. Actually, Jared realized, this one held more than its share. Maybe he was just being paranoid after the whole untimely erection incident the other day, but the entire universe seemed to be conspiring to suggest that the relationship between the two actors was more than just friendship. Why had he never really noticed that before? Or was it becoming more and more evident in the writing? Who *were* these goddamned writers anyway?
He laughed at himself, realizing how ridiculous he was sounding in his own head. On the other hand, this episode had some kind of gay innuendo on every other page of the script. Frat boys getting probed by aliens, hell, that wasn’t even innuendo. Jared just couldn’t wait to hear Jensen ask, “What could be worse than having some alien make you his bitch?” Somehow that was gonna come out sounding hot instead of disgusting, he just knew it. Jensen was gonna cock an eyebrow at him when he said it, shoot him a knowing glance.
And why did the writers have to depict Sam acting so flamey? Hugging some hapless guest actor, calling him precious. Jesus. Jared imagined running through that scene with Jensen smirking at him. When he got to the line where Dean accused him of acting like a pansy, Jared had groaned out loud. Isn’t that just what he was doing? It was like someone knew, and was tormenting him with the knowledge. Some omniscient being up there writing the script and pulling the strings, knowing that he and Jensen had no choice but to act them out.
He found himself hoping that wouldn’t be the scene they’d film this morning.
As luck would have it, it wasn’t. It was the fight scene of the same episode, which required the actors not only to argue, but to end up in a wrestling match. On a bed. Jared wondered if the director had it in for him too. The last thing he felt like doing right now was fighting with Jensen, he was too worried about him. Or wrestling with him on a bed. For completely different reasons. Why this scene? Why today?
Jensen was at craft services when he got there, keeping to himself and sipping a big cup of coffee. He leaned back slightly against the table, fingers drumming against it absentmindedly, feet crossed. Attempting to look cool and collected, but Jared could read his body language from across the room. As he got closer, he could see the fine brows drawn together just slightly, the purse of his lips. Jensen’s face lit up when he saw his costar, pulling Jared out of his concerns and into the moment. He wanted to walk right up and hug the other man, but it felt out of place on the crowded set. Instead he just stood close, smiling. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Jensen gave him a half smile, locking his eyes to Jared’s.
“What –“ That’s as far as Jared got before Jensen stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Not now, okay? We gotta do this.” His expression was almost pleading. It made something ache in Jared’s chest.
“Okay,” Jared agreed, but he reached over to fix the collar of Jensen’s shirt. Not that it really needed any fixing, but he smoothed it anyway. “Okay.” Jensen acknowledged the small gesture with a nod, his deep eyes liquid and warm. Jared sometimes felt as though he could fall right in, disappear into those depths. Anyone would have said Jensen’s eyes were striking. Unearthly beautiful.
“Sam, Dean, set four.” Jensen took a last swig of coffee, gave Jared a tight smile. Jared wanted to find the director and say look, we need some time, something’s wrong. But of course that was unthinkable. Even if the director would have cut them some slack, he knew Jensen never would. And probably would never forgive him for asking either. He followed his costar to the adjoining set, smiling a little at Jensen’s customary swagger. Dean’s swagger. He fell into it immediately, naturally, as soon as he slipped on Dean’s familiar bootcut jeans. Jared liked the way they fit on Jensen, the way they flared at the bottom and were cut just a little too long. They had personality.
He tried to throw off his own awareness and step into Sam’s shoes as the various production and makeup assistants put the final touches on the actors’ hair and wardrobe, while they stood obediently still. Usually an easy thing for him to do now that he knew his alter-ego so well. But today he had a hard time getting out of Jared, or putting aside his concern for Jensen. Besides, he just didn’t feel like fighting. He knew his lines, he knew the scene, but he had a terrible time manufacturing the annoyance that Sam was supposed to be feeling for his brother.
Jensen, ever the professional, stalked in demanding to know why his brother had vandalized his beloved car, calling Sam an idiot, waving the proof in his face. Perfectly executing the ridiculing accusation, instantly pissed as hell. He was amazing in his ability to get into character and make you believe he was feeling whatever it was he was supposed to be feeling, just like that. Jared was supposed to go off on him, demand the ‘proof’ – a wad of his money – back.
“I’ve had it up to here with you, Dean!” He stared at the other actor, trying to mean it. Jensen got right in his face. “Oh yeah? Right back at ya!” Pissed. Jared could feel the anger radiate from those piercing green eyes. He grabbed for the money, missing it as Jensen yanked it away from him. Their rhythm was good, choreographed. Grab, pull back, distract, grab, his hand slapping against Jensen’s muscled shoulder as he reached. Quick, staccato movements, punctuated by exasperated grunts of frustration.
“Go for it, tackle him, go for the money,” the director’s voice intruded, and Jared moved instantly in practiced response, grabbing Jensen around the shoulders and falling sideways onto the bed with him. Arms still around the other man from behind, Jared scrambled to reach the money clip Jensen held out in one extended hand, reaching across him, one long leg thrown over Jensen’s slender hips in his attempt to retrieve it. They both grunted and scrabbled, and then it suddenly struck Jared that he was practically humping his costar, and he burst into unplanned – unscripted – laughter.
“Ohgod, I’m sorry,” he managed, then dissolved into more laughter.
“Cut, cut,” the director said, with more annoyance than Jared had managed to portray in the scene.
Jensen half turned to face Jared, took one look at his face, and then burst into laughter himself. “Dude, what the fuck is so damn funny?” he demanded, grinning. His smile made Jared feel sort of euphoric, it lit up his whole handsome face, made him look innocent, almost little-boyish. They were still tangled together.
Jared laughed harder, grinning back at Jensen pretty much in his arms. “I dunno!” he announced with glee, causing them both to laugh more. Even though that was a lie.
The confused crew milled around, resetting the scene, wondering what the hell was going on with this show recently.
Jensen shook his head in amused bewilderment, looking up at his costar. They had stopped laughing, but were still smiling at each other. “We just gonna stay here?” he asked very quietly, too softly for the rest of the room to hear.
Jared patted the other actor’s stomach, where his hand was lying. Feeling the taut muscles there. Jensen was in great shape. So was he, for that matter. Not that any of that was very relevant, but suddenly that’s what Jared was thinking. Jensen was staring at him quizzically. “I’m pretty content,” Jared answered finally, also very quietly. Holding his breath to see what his costar’s response would be.
Jensen shrugged, his characteristic half smile back. “Me too,” he said softly.
If they’re not lovers, they should be, the director thought to himself, watching. Jensen was on his back now, Jared on his side curled close to him, one hand idly patting the other man’s flat stomach. Whatever they were talking about, he couldn’t hear, but their eyes stayed locked together throughout. They both looked serious now.
“Okay, going again,” the director interrupted, in both their earpieces. “If you think you can stop laughing long enough, Mr. Padalecki.”
Jared didn’t look annoyed even then. He just grinned and unwound his long lanky body from beside Jensen, giving him one last pat on the belly before getting off the bed. Jensen got up too, shaking his head with amusement and glancing back at Jared affectionately before walking back to his mark offscreen.
The scene took twenty-three takes, sometimes because they cracked up, sometimes because one of them blew a line, sometimes because they ended up inadvertently hurting each other as they wrestled. They were both tired and sore when the director finally pronounced the scene wrapped. The hot lights clicked off, the camera pulled back, the crew busied themselves with equipment and clean-up. Jensen flopped back on the bed, sighing with exhaustion. Jared was once again half on top of him, one knee thrown over his legs, one arm still across his chest. Jared could feel the other man’s heart pounding, his own echoing its fast beat. Neither of them moved right away, trying to catch their breath.
“Your heart’s pounding like crazy,” Jared finally said, spreading his fingers flat against Jensen’s chest. One finger grazed a nipple, he could feel it clearly through the thin shirt. Jensen opened his eyes lazily, sweeping the long thick lashes upward in slow motion, giving Jared yet another quizzical stare. Jared purposely moved his finger back over the now-pointed nub beneath his shirt, watching Jensen’s expression intently. The other actor raised an eyebrow, parted his full expressive lips. Jared stroked it again, fascinated that Jensen’s body was responding – to him. Feeling how hard it was now. Playing with him. He was hard himself, suddenly, painfully. Just seeing the way Jensen was looking at him. Only a minute had gone by, but it seemed like hours, like time had skidded almost to a halt and they were the only ones in the world.
“Get a room,” one of the PA’s teased, pulling the props out of the way around them so they could set up for the next scene. Jared pulled his hand away quickly, but Jensen just grinned. “Awww damn Julie, I was just about to get lucky,” he complained, his sense of humor immediately kicking in, breaking the spell between them. Jared got up and turned away, suddenly embarrassed and uncomfortable again. Not wanting Jensen or anyone else to see his excitement. Mortified that one of the crew had actually seen that – that – whatever it had been.
He started to walk away, but Jensen was instantly beside him. “Hey, don’t,” he said, walking next to Jared as they headed to makeup to get washed up. “Don’t get all pissed off.”
“I’m not pissed off, okay? I’m fine.” He felt himself blushing again.
Jensen put a hand on his arm to slow him down, turned Jared to face him. “I didn’t mean to make fun.” His expression was earnest, but Jared was hurt, somehow feeling humiliated by Jensen’s joke to the PA. They were halfway across the set now, nobody nearby.
“Sure you did,” Jared insisted. “We were just goofing around anyway, why shouldn’t you make fun? Julie got a huge kick out of it.”
“Were you?” Jensen had hold of his arm, searching Jared’s face for the answer. “Were you just goofing around? Fucking with my head?”
What to say? Jared stared into those big green eyes, drinking in the pleading expression. So fucking handsome, fine brows furrowed, pink lips parted, waiting for his answer. He knew the truth. But what he said was, “Of course. Just fucking with your head.”
For one long unguarded moment, Jared could see hurt and longing in Jensen’s eyes. At least he thought he could. Then Jensen dropped his arm and his eyes, shrugging, the familiar don’t-give-a-shit demeanor returned. “I knew that,” he said, and walked away, still executing perfectly Dean’s swagger.
Chapter 6
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Eventually NC-17, but you have to wait
Summary: Things in the show have a way of spilling over into their personal lives, and vice versa
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The actors had the weekend off, and both flew back to LA for some warm R & R. Living their other lives, the ones that were collapsed into a few days here and there every month, the ones that seemed less real than Vancouver did now. They always missed each other, thought of things they wanted to share, while they were separated. It seemed 100 times a day, Jared would think oh god, I have to tell Jensen about that, he’ll laugh so fucking hard. He’d smile as he thought it, then feel that little pang of oh, I can’t wait to tell him. He’d never thought anything of it before, but now the pang felt different. Jared kept replaying their conversation on the set, trying to figure out why Jensen had said the things he did, what he’d meant. How he felt.
Before he’d even gotten on the plane, his cell was ringing. The display said ‘Dean’. His stomach flipped as he answered. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Jared broke into a grin, the one that lit up his whole boyish face, as Jensen continued. “Where are you? Are you on the plane?”
“No, are you?”
“No.” There was a long pause, then they both laughed. This was a familiar scenario. Neither of them really liked getting up as early as they had to on the days they headed back. “Good,” Jensen said. Jared wondered if he had the same shit-eating grin on his face. It sounded like he did.
“Okay, just checking. See you on set.” Jensen paused. “Good weekend?”
“Yeah, good weekend. You?”
“Yeah.” There was something in Jensen’s voice that said otherwise.
“Really?” Jared pressed. There was another long pause on the other end.
“No, not really.” Jensen sighed into the phone, making Jared want to leap through the time-space continuum and be there, wherever he was at that moment.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No.” Jared had the impression that wasn’t what his costar really wanted to say, but Jensen went on. “Not now. I gotta get to the airport.”
“Later then.” Jared wasn’t going to let this go. Jensen was silent on the other end.
“You okay, Jen? I mean, really, are you okay?”
Jensen’s voice could evoke so much, just like his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He clearly wanted to end the conversation now. “See you on set.” And the call ended.
* * *
By the time Jared made it to makeup, Jensen was already gone and on the set. Damn. He’d wanted to pull the other actor aside and find out what was wrong before filming began for the day. Now he wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t shake the suspicion that Jensen was really upset.
Jared had read through the script over the weekend, rehearsed his lines until he knew them well enough to run the scenes through without thinking about every word. So he could feel them. As usual, ‘Tall Tales’ held its share of gay-themed teasing between the brothers. Actually, Jared realized, this one held more than its share. Maybe he was just being paranoid after the whole untimely erection incident the other day, but the entire universe seemed to be conspiring to suggest that the relationship between the two actors was more than just friendship. Why had he never really noticed that before? Or was it becoming more and more evident in the writing? Who *were* these goddamned writers anyway?
He laughed at himself, realizing how ridiculous he was sounding in his own head. On the other hand, this episode had some kind of gay innuendo on every other page of the script. Frat boys getting probed by aliens, hell, that wasn’t even innuendo. Jared just couldn’t wait to hear Jensen ask, “What could be worse than having some alien make you his bitch?” Somehow that was gonna come out sounding hot instead of disgusting, he just knew it. Jensen was gonna cock an eyebrow at him when he said it, shoot him a knowing glance.
And why did the writers have to depict Sam acting so flamey? Hugging some hapless guest actor, calling him precious. Jesus. Jared imagined running through that scene with Jensen smirking at him. When he got to the line where Dean accused him of acting like a pansy, Jared had groaned out loud. Isn’t that just what he was doing? It was like someone knew, and was tormenting him with the knowledge. Some omniscient being up there writing the script and pulling the strings, knowing that he and Jensen had no choice but to act them out.
He found himself hoping that wouldn’t be the scene they’d film this morning.
As luck would have it, it wasn’t. It was the fight scene of the same episode, which required the actors not only to argue, but to end up in a wrestling match. On a bed. Jared wondered if the director had it in for him too. The last thing he felt like doing right now was fighting with Jensen, he was too worried about him. Or wrestling with him on a bed. For completely different reasons. Why this scene? Why today?
Jensen was at craft services when he got there, keeping to himself and sipping a big cup of coffee. He leaned back slightly against the table, fingers drumming against it absentmindedly, feet crossed. Attempting to look cool and collected, but Jared could read his body language from across the room. As he got closer, he could see the fine brows drawn together just slightly, the purse of his lips. Jensen’s face lit up when he saw his costar, pulling Jared out of his concerns and into the moment. He wanted to walk right up and hug the other man, but it felt out of place on the crowded set. Instead he just stood close, smiling. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Jensen gave him a half smile, locking his eyes to Jared’s.
“What –“ That’s as far as Jared got before Jensen stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Not now, okay? We gotta do this.” His expression was almost pleading. It made something ache in Jared’s chest.
“Okay,” Jared agreed, but he reached over to fix the collar of Jensen’s shirt. Not that it really needed any fixing, but he smoothed it anyway. “Okay.” Jensen acknowledged the small gesture with a nod, his deep eyes liquid and warm. Jared sometimes felt as though he could fall right in, disappear into those depths. Anyone would have said Jensen’s eyes were striking. Unearthly beautiful.
“Sam, Dean, set four.” Jensen took a last swig of coffee, gave Jared a tight smile. Jared wanted to find the director and say look, we need some time, something’s wrong. But of course that was unthinkable. Even if the director would have cut them some slack, he knew Jensen never would. And probably would never forgive him for asking either. He followed his costar to the adjoining set, smiling a little at Jensen’s customary swagger. Dean’s swagger. He fell into it immediately, naturally, as soon as he slipped on Dean’s familiar bootcut jeans. Jared liked the way they fit on Jensen, the way they flared at the bottom and were cut just a little too long. They had personality.
He tried to throw off his own awareness and step into Sam’s shoes as the various production and makeup assistants put the final touches on the actors’ hair and wardrobe, while they stood obediently still. Usually an easy thing for him to do now that he knew his alter-ego so well. But today he had a hard time getting out of Jared, or putting aside his concern for Jensen. Besides, he just didn’t feel like fighting. He knew his lines, he knew the scene, but he had a terrible time manufacturing the annoyance that Sam was supposed to be feeling for his brother.
Jensen, ever the professional, stalked in demanding to know why his brother had vandalized his beloved car, calling Sam an idiot, waving the proof in his face. Perfectly executing the ridiculing accusation, instantly pissed as hell. He was amazing in his ability to get into character and make you believe he was feeling whatever it was he was supposed to be feeling, just like that. Jared was supposed to go off on him, demand the ‘proof’ – a wad of his money – back.
“I’ve had it up to here with you, Dean!” He stared at the other actor, trying to mean it. Jensen got right in his face. “Oh yeah? Right back at ya!” Pissed. Jared could feel the anger radiate from those piercing green eyes. He grabbed for the money, missing it as Jensen yanked it away from him. Their rhythm was good, choreographed. Grab, pull back, distract, grab, his hand slapping against Jensen’s muscled shoulder as he reached. Quick, staccato movements, punctuated by exasperated grunts of frustration.
“Go for it, tackle him, go for the money,” the director’s voice intruded, and Jared moved instantly in practiced response, grabbing Jensen around the shoulders and falling sideways onto the bed with him. Arms still around the other man from behind, Jared scrambled to reach the money clip Jensen held out in one extended hand, reaching across him, one long leg thrown over Jensen’s slender hips in his attempt to retrieve it. They both grunted and scrabbled, and then it suddenly struck Jared that he was practically humping his costar, and he burst into unplanned – unscripted – laughter.
“Ohgod, I’m sorry,” he managed, then dissolved into more laughter.
“Cut, cut,” the director said, with more annoyance than Jared had managed to portray in the scene.
Jensen half turned to face Jared, took one look at his face, and then burst into laughter himself. “Dude, what the fuck is so damn funny?” he demanded, grinning. His smile made Jared feel sort of euphoric, it lit up his whole handsome face, made him look innocent, almost little-boyish. They were still tangled together.
Jared laughed harder, grinning back at Jensen pretty much in his arms. “I dunno!” he announced with glee, causing them both to laugh more. Even though that was a lie.
The confused crew milled around, resetting the scene, wondering what the hell was going on with this show recently.
Jensen shook his head in amused bewilderment, looking up at his costar. They had stopped laughing, but were still smiling at each other. “We just gonna stay here?” he asked very quietly, too softly for the rest of the room to hear.
Jared patted the other actor’s stomach, where his hand was lying. Feeling the taut muscles there. Jensen was in great shape. So was he, for that matter. Not that any of that was very relevant, but suddenly that’s what Jared was thinking. Jensen was staring at him quizzically. “I’m pretty content,” Jared answered finally, also very quietly. Holding his breath to see what his costar’s response would be.
Jensen shrugged, his characteristic half smile back. “Me too,” he said softly.
If they’re not lovers, they should be, the director thought to himself, watching. Jensen was on his back now, Jared on his side curled close to him, one hand idly patting the other man’s flat stomach. Whatever they were talking about, he couldn’t hear, but their eyes stayed locked together throughout. They both looked serious now.
“Okay, going again,” the director interrupted, in both their earpieces. “If you think you can stop laughing long enough, Mr. Padalecki.”
Jared didn’t look annoyed even then. He just grinned and unwound his long lanky body from beside Jensen, giving him one last pat on the belly before getting off the bed. Jensen got up too, shaking his head with amusement and glancing back at Jared affectionately before walking back to his mark offscreen.
The scene took twenty-three takes, sometimes because they cracked up, sometimes because one of them blew a line, sometimes because they ended up inadvertently hurting each other as they wrestled. They were both tired and sore when the director finally pronounced the scene wrapped. The hot lights clicked off, the camera pulled back, the crew busied themselves with equipment and clean-up. Jensen flopped back on the bed, sighing with exhaustion. Jared was once again half on top of him, one knee thrown over his legs, one arm still across his chest. Jared could feel the other man’s heart pounding, his own echoing its fast beat. Neither of them moved right away, trying to catch their breath.
“Your heart’s pounding like crazy,” Jared finally said, spreading his fingers flat against Jensen’s chest. One finger grazed a nipple, he could feel it clearly through the thin shirt. Jensen opened his eyes lazily, sweeping the long thick lashes upward in slow motion, giving Jared yet another quizzical stare. Jared purposely moved his finger back over the now-pointed nub beneath his shirt, watching Jensen’s expression intently. The other actor raised an eyebrow, parted his full expressive lips. Jared stroked it again, fascinated that Jensen’s body was responding – to him. Feeling how hard it was now. Playing with him. He was hard himself, suddenly, painfully. Just seeing the way Jensen was looking at him. Only a minute had gone by, but it seemed like hours, like time had skidded almost to a halt and they were the only ones in the world.
“Get a room,” one of the PA’s teased, pulling the props out of the way around them so they could set up for the next scene. Jared pulled his hand away quickly, but Jensen just grinned. “Awww damn Julie, I was just about to get lucky,” he complained, his sense of humor immediately kicking in, breaking the spell between them. Jared got up and turned away, suddenly embarrassed and uncomfortable again. Not wanting Jensen or anyone else to see his excitement. Mortified that one of the crew had actually seen that – that – whatever it had been.
He started to walk away, but Jensen was instantly beside him. “Hey, don’t,” he said, walking next to Jared as they headed to makeup to get washed up. “Don’t get all pissed off.”
“I’m not pissed off, okay? I’m fine.” He felt himself blushing again.
Jensen put a hand on his arm to slow him down, turned Jared to face him. “I didn’t mean to make fun.” His expression was earnest, but Jared was hurt, somehow feeling humiliated by Jensen’s joke to the PA. They were halfway across the set now, nobody nearby.
“Sure you did,” Jared insisted. “We were just goofing around anyway, why shouldn’t you make fun? Julie got a huge kick out of it.”
“Were you?” Jensen had hold of his arm, searching Jared’s face for the answer. “Were you just goofing around? Fucking with my head?”
What to say? Jared stared into those big green eyes, drinking in the pleading expression. So fucking handsome, fine brows furrowed, pink lips parted, waiting for his answer. He knew the truth. But what he said was, “Of course. Just fucking with your head.”
For one long unguarded moment, Jared could see hurt and longing in Jensen’s eyes. At least he thought he could. Then Jensen dropped his arm and his eyes, shrugging, the familiar don’t-give-a-shit demeanor returned. “I knew that,” he said, and walked away, still executing perfectly Dean’s swagger.
Chapter 6