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Where Sam and Dean Leave Off and We Begin - Chapter 6
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
Chapter 5
Jared swung by the darkened set on his way out. Jensen had left before him, cell phone ringing, waving a quick goodbye. It was quiet, most of the production assistants gone, only a few crew people busy with equipment and clearing wires.
“Worried again about how the shoot went today?”
Jared jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected Kim to still be there.
“Oh, yeah, kinda,” he said, flustered. “I mean, I know I fucked a few takes up. I don’t know why everything was cracking me up today.” He shrugged apologetically.
The director nodded. “I wondered that too. That’s not like you.” Jared could feel Kim’s eyes on him, like he was trying to see into his head. “Is everything okay with you?” He paused. “With you and Jensen?”
What does that mean? Jared wasn’t sure how to answer. Did Kim think they were mad at each other for real? Were they? “Yeah, sure, fine. It was just me today, it was my fault, I started it.”
The director nodded again. “I cued it for you on camera four,” he said, and walked away.
Jared watched him go, confused. He hadn’t planned to come by here, to review the day’s work. How had Kim known? He turned when the monitor clicked on to watch, running one hand through his tangled hair. Dean angry, eyes flashing. Sam angry. The two of them falling, their bodies easy with each other, moving together, arms tangling, limbs tangling. His leg wrapping around Jensen’s narrow hips, a flash of Jensen’s smooth muscled belly and thick leather belt exposed as he fell. Time skipped a long beat. Jared swallowed hard at the fleeting image. Fuck.
And then the two of them laughing, for just a second before the scene cut, the camera lingering on their faces as they locked eyes. Fuck if Jensen didn’t have the most beautiful smile.
“Enough?”
“Jesuschrist!” Jared leapt out of the chair, startled. The director switched off the monitor. “Jesus, Kim, you fucking scared the shit outta me! I thought you’d gone.”
Kim had both eyebrows raised, as though he was about to ask a question, then thought better of it. They regarded each other for a minute, silently.
“An actor’s emotions are his biggest asset, you know,” the director finally said.
What the fuck? “Uh huh.” Jared wanted to retreat, but felt he had to stay and listen. This was the director speaking after all.
“So much can be seen in a glance, in a twitch of the lip, a slightly raised brow.”
“Uh huh.” Jared nodded, not sure what Kim was trying to tell him. He knew how to fucking act, that was his job.
“Have a good night then.” The director switched off the monitors, plunging the set back into darkness.
“Yeah, you too.”
* * *
At midnight, wide awake, Jared was still pondering the director’s words. So much can be seen….. he ran through the taped scene again in his head, remembering the small details you only see when you’re watching on film. His knee pinning Jensen’s hips, pushing Jensen’s shirt up. That quick glimpse of bare skin. The rippled muscles on Jensen’s stomach. The shadowed indentation that ran along his hipbone, disappeared into his jeans. And later, the things the camera didn’t record. The look in Jensen’s eyes when he brushed a hand across his chest. Jared had seen just when his touch had an impact, just when the stroke of his finger across a taut nipple sent a ripple of sensation through the other actor. Seen it in the little gasp, the twitch of his full bottom lip. Jensen had remained so still, allowing it. Watching him.
A wave of guilt rushed over Jared as he realized he’d lied about it afterwards. Denied that his touch had been purposeful, that it wasn’t a joke. Denied wanting him, all the while knowing that he had. He had! God knows why, god knows what, but he had. He’d known that was what Jensen was asking. Why couldn’t he give him an honest answer? And he’d never even found out what Jensen had been upset about. What kind of a friend was he anyway? He grabbed his cell from the bedside table, pressed the 2.
Jensen’s cell picked up, but all he heard at first was loud music and lots of noise. “Jensen? Hello?”
Finally he got a hello back. A slurred one.
“Where the fuck are you? It’s past midnight.”
“Who are you, my mother?” Jensen sounded more awake, but also more annoyed. “Fuck off, Jared.”
The phone clicked off. Goddammit. Not that it was difficult to figure out where the other man was. There was only one bar near the set, and Jared quickly pulled on his jeans and headed out through the snow.
Jensen was surrounded by about ten women, all of whom looked like they were determined to be the one to bed him tonight. He was drunk, grinning foolishly, telling a partly coherent story that Jared recognized as one of their shared misadventures to his rapt audience of adoring females.
“Sorry ladies, Jensen has to leave the building.” Jared pushed his way to his costar, yanking the beer out of his hand. “C’mon Mr. Ackles, time to go.” He pulled Jensen up from his chair and tried to get his leather jacket on, but Jensen was having none of it. He shrugged Jared away, almost missing the chair as he tried to sit back down.
“Fuck no, Mr. Ackles isn’t ready to fucking go – get your fucking big-ass hands off me!”
The girls giggled. Now there were two big television stars here. It was their lucky night.
“Don’t give me a hard time, Jensen,” Jared warned, tugging him up again. When Jensen tried to turn back, this time Jared grabbed him from behind in a well-practiced headlock and started them toward the door, ignoring Jensen’s flailing and protests. “Goodnight ladies,” he called over their shoulders as he wrestled Jensen into his car.
Jensen was pissed off. Maybe more pissed off than Jared had ever seen him. First he yelled, then he cursed, then he impulsively reached over and punched Jared in the jaw. Not that hard, but jesus, he was driving. Fucking asshole, selfish fucking asshole, after he’d come out here with only the best of intentions. Jared yanked the car to the side of the road, tires screeching, and turned on Jensen, angry enough to hit him back. But to his surprise, Jensen was leaning back against the seat, looking anguished. As Jared froze, staring at him, Jensen sobbed, wiping at his eyes in frustration. His bottom lip quivered as he tried not to give in to tears.
Jared’s anger immediately disappeared, replaced by worry. “Damn, what is it?” Jared had never seen him look this upset. Jensen was the calmer and quieter of the two of them most of the time, only his eyes and the expression on his face giving away the intense emotions that ran underneath. Now he looked on the verge of falling apart.
“Did you and Stacy break up? Is someone sick? Did something happen?” Jared took stabs in the dark, trying to get Jensen to talk.
But he wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. All Jared could read clearly as their eyes met was pain, longing. Need. “Jen, please,” he began, shaking his head. “Please tell me.”
Jensen reached over shakily and wrapped his fingers around the long scarf around Jared’s neck. Very slowly, like he wasn’t sure he could really do this, he leaned toward Jared as he tugged him closer, never breaking eye contact. Jesus, Jensen. Yes.
It was enough encouragement for Jared, the gentle pull, the look in Jensen’s eyes. He closed the distance between them and took Jensen’s mouth with his own, roughly from the very first touch of their lips, full of need. Full of feeling. Jensen gave a little groan against his mouth, Jared felt his fingers clutching at the scarf tightly, holding him there, as Jared pressed him back against the seat with the force of his kiss. Feeling the brush of stubble against his chin, the taste of beer on his tongue. God, how he’d wanted to do this, kiss this, take this. Jensen’s mouth so hot in contrast to the cold of the car as he kissed him deeply, wet, sloppy, one hand sliding up the warm flesh of his neck and raking through the silky cropped hair. And god, how he wanted more, wanted to touch more, feel more, taste more. But Jensen sobbed again, shuddering into the kiss, and Jared forced himself to pull back, breathless. Jensen was staring at him, tears streaking his cheeks, sniffling.
“Jen,” he said softly, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. “Whatever it is, I’m here, okay? Whatever you need, I’m here.” He had the sudden intrusive image of Dean admonishing his brother. No chick flick moments. He’d gone way across that line now. He could feel his dick throbbing against the seam of his jeans.
Jensen nodded shakily. “Take me back? I need to sleep I think, I don’t feel …”
Jared put his hands back on the steering wheel, pulled back onto the road. “I know, okay. I’ll take you back.”
He kept his arm around Jensen’s shoulders as he walked him to his room and inside, got his coat off before Jensen collapsed on the bed, half passed out. Jared pulled off his boots, pulled the covers over him fully dressed. Paused for a few long minutes to stare, wanting badly to touch him again. He crouched beside the bed, taking in Jensen’s face now relaxed in sleep, the long dark lashes resting on his still-wet cheeks. Jared brushed a few strands of hair from his temple, watched the soft lips part, wishing he could kiss that sculpted mouth again. God. Beautiful. Why did he suddenly think so? It was like he was seeing Jensen for the first time, and the impact of what he saw was hitting him like a punch in the stomach. He felt dizzy with want.
Back in his own room, Jared wondered if Jensen would even remember it in the morning. God knows, Jared wasn’t gonna be able to forget it.
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 5
Jared swung by the darkened set on his way out. Jensen had left before him, cell phone ringing, waving a quick goodbye. It was quiet, most of the production assistants gone, only a few crew people busy with equipment and clearing wires.
“Worried again about how the shoot went today?”
Jared jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected Kim to still be there.
“Oh, yeah, kinda,” he said, flustered. “I mean, I know I fucked a few takes up. I don’t know why everything was cracking me up today.” He shrugged apologetically.
The director nodded. “I wondered that too. That’s not like you.” Jared could feel Kim’s eyes on him, like he was trying to see into his head. “Is everything okay with you?” He paused. “With you and Jensen?”
What does that mean? Jared wasn’t sure how to answer. Did Kim think they were mad at each other for real? Were they? “Yeah, sure, fine. It was just me today, it was my fault, I started it.”
The director nodded again. “I cued it for you on camera four,” he said, and walked away.
Jared watched him go, confused. He hadn’t planned to come by here, to review the day’s work. How had Kim known? He turned when the monitor clicked on to watch, running one hand through his tangled hair. Dean angry, eyes flashing. Sam angry. The two of them falling, their bodies easy with each other, moving together, arms tangling, limbs tangling. His leg wrapping around Jensen’s narrow hips, a flash of Jensen’s smooth muscled belly and thick leather belt exposed as he fell. Time skipped a long beat. Jared swallowed hard at the fleeting image. Fuck.
And then the two of them laughing, for just a second before the scene cut, the camera lingering on their faces as they locked eyes. Fuck if Jensen didn’t have the most beautiful smile.
“Enough?”
“Jesuschrist!” Jared leapt out of the chair, startled. The director switched off the monitor. “Jesus, Kim, you fucking scared the shit outta me! I thought you’d gone.”
Kim had both eyebrows raised, as though he was about to ask a question, then thought better of it. They regarded each other for a minute, silently.
“An actor’s emotions are his biggest asset, you know,” the director finally said.
What the fuck? “Uh huh.” Jared wanted to retreat, but felt he had to stay and listen. This was the director speaking after all.
“So much can be seen in a glance, in a twitch of the lip, a slightly raised brow.”
“Uh huh.” Jared nodded, not sure what Kim was trying to tell him. He knew how to fucking act, that was his job.
“Have a good night then.” The director switched off the monitors, plunging the set back into darkness.
“Yeah, you too.”
* * *
At midnight, wide awake, Jared was still pondering the director’s words. So much can be seen….. he ran through the taped scene again in his head, remembering the small details you only see when you’re watching on film. His knee pinning Jensen’s hips, pushing Jensen’s shirt up. That quick glimpse of bare skin. The rippled muscles on Jensen’s stomach. The shadowed indentation that ran along his hipbone, disappeared into his jeans. And later, the things the camera didn’t record. The look in Jensen’s eyes when he brushed a hand across his chest. Jared had seen just when his touch had an impact, just when the stroke of his finger across a taut nipple sent a ripple of sensation through the other actor. Seen it in the little gasp, the twitch of his full bottom lip. Jensen had remained so still, allowing it. Watching him.
A wave of guilt rushed over Jared as he realized he’d lied about it afterwards. Denied that his touch had been purposeful, that it wasn’t a joke. Denied wanting him, all the while knowing that he had. He had! God knows why, god knows what, but he had. He’d known that was what Jensen was asking. Why couldn’t he give him an honest answer? And he’d never even found out what Jensen had been upset about. What kind of a friend was he anyway? He grabbed his cell from the bedside table, pressed the 2.
Jensen’s cell picked up, but all he heard at first was loud music and lots of noise. “Jensen? Hello?”
Finally he got a hello back. A slurred one.
“Where the fuck are you? It’s past midnight.”
“Who are you, my mother?” Jensen sounded more awake, but also more annoyed. “Fuck off, Jared.”
The phone clicked off. Goddammit. Not that it was difficult to figure out where the other man was. There was only one bar near the set, and Jared quickly pulled on his jeans and headed out through the snow.
Jensen was surrounded by about ten women, all of whom looked like they were determined to be the one to bed him tonight. He was drunk, grinning foolishly, telling a partly coherent story that Jared recognized as one of their shared misadventures to his rapt audience of adoring females.
“Sorry ladies, Jensen has to leave the building.” Jared pushed his way to his costar, yanking the beer out of his hand. “C’mon Mr. Ackles, time to go.” He pulled Jensen up from his chair and tried to get his leather jacket on, but Jensen was having none of it. He shrugged Jared away, almost missing the chair as he tried to sit back down.
“Fuck no, Mr. Ackles isn’t ready to fucking go – get your fucking big-ass hands off me!”
The girls giggled. Now there were two big television stars here. It was their lucky night.
“Don’t give me a hard time, Jensen,” Jared warned, tugging him up again. When Jensen tried to turn back, this time Jared grabbed him from behind in a well-practiced headlock and started them toward the door, ignoring Jensen’s flailing and protests. “Goodnight ladies,” he called over their shoulders as he wrestled Jensen into his car.
Jensen was pissed off. Maybe more pissed off than Jared had ever seen him. First he yelled, then he cursed, then he impulsively reached over and punched Jared in the jaw. Not that hard, but jesus, he was driving. Fucking asshole, selfish fucking asshole, after he’d come out here with only the best of intentions. Jared yanked the car to the side of the road, tires screeching, and turned on Jensen, angry enough to hit him back. But to his surprise, Jensen was leaning back against the seat, looking anguished. As Jared froze, staring at him, Jensen sobbed, wiping at his eyes in frustration. His bottom lip quivered as he tried not to give in to tears.
Jared’s anger immediately disappeared, replaced by worry. “Damn, what is it?” Jared had never seen him look this upset. Jensen was the calmer and quieter of the two of them most of the time, only his eyes and the expression on his face giving away the intense emotions that ran underneath. Now he looked on the verge of falling apart.
“Did you and Stacy break up? Is someone sick? Did something happen?” Jared took stabs in the dark, trying to get Jensen to talk.
But he wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. All Jared could read clearly as their eyes met was pain, longing. Need. “Jen, please,” he began, shaking his head. “Please tell me.”
Jensen reached over shakily and wrapped his fingers around the long scarf around Jared’s neck. Very slowly, like he wasn’t sure he could really do this, he leaned toward Jared as he tugged him closer, never breaking eye contact. Jesus, Jensen. Yes.
It was enough encouragement for Jared, the gentle pull, the look in Jensen’s eyes. He closed the distance between them and took Jensen’s mouth with his own, roughly from the very first touch of their lips, full of need. Full of feeling. Jensen gave a little groan against his mouth, Jared felt his fingers clutching at the scarf tightly, holding him there, as Jared pressed him back against the seat with the force of his kiss. Feeling the brush of stubble against his chin, the taste of beer on his tongue. God, how he’d wanted to do this, kiss this, take this. Jensen’s mouth so hot in contrast to the cold of the car as he kissed him deeply, wet, sloppy, one hand sliding up the warm flesh of his neck and raking through the silky cropped hair. And god, how he wanted more, wanted to touch more, feel more, taste more. But Jensen sobbed again, shuddering into the kiss, and Jared forced himself to pull back, breathless. Jensen was staring at him, tears streaking his cheeks, sniffling.
“Jen,” he said softly, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. “Whatever it is, I’m here, okay? Whatever you need, I’m here.” He had the sudden intrusive image of Dean admonishing his brother. No chick flick moments. He’d gone way across that line now. He could feel his dick throbbing against the seam of his jeans.
Jensen nodded shakily. “Take me back? I need to sleep I think, I don’t feel …”
Jared put his hands back on the steering wheel, pulled back onto the road. “I know, okay. I’ll take you back.”
He kept his arm around Jensen’s shoulders as he walked him to his room and inside, got his coat off before Jensen collapsed on the bed, half passed out. Jared pulled off his boots, pulled the covers over him fully dressed. Paused for a few long minutes to stare, wanting badly to touch him again. He crouched beside the bed, taking in Jensen’s face now relaxed in sleep, the long dark lashes resting on his still-wet cheeks. Jared brushed a few strands of hair from his temple, watched the soft lips part, wishing he could kiss that sculpted mouth again. God. Beautiful. Why did he suddenly think so? It was like he was seeing Jensen for the first time, and the impact of what he saw was hitting him like a punch in the stomach. He felt dizzy with want.
Back in his own room, Jared wondered if Jensen would even remember it in the morning. God knows, Jared wasn’t gonna be able to forget it.
Chapter 7
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I like how Kim is there trying to tell him and Jared like huh?
Great chapter but of course I want more
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Jensen crying.
Jared longing for Jensen.
gee. this is certainly something.
love it.
<3
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Please up date soon! Friending you so that I won't miss it!
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I LOVE you for this !! I just have to tell you that I am so in love with this fic I am thinking about seeking professional help ;)
Can't wait for the next chapter ! *hug*
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Loving it, and look forward to the next part, Thanks :-)
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... Also. Do you have the source pic for your default icon? I'm drooling over here.
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Also, Kim wins at life. Jared's obliviousness in that scene was great. <3 Can't wait for the next part!
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Sometimes clueless!Jared is my favorite flavor of Jared. He causes so much angst.
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Awesome
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I loved Kim coming in to guide Jared towards his feelings. I love the element that Kim brings to the show, he's and awesome director and gets so much out of the boys!
All beautifully put as usual. Well done!
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Kim knows! He knows more about Jared's Feelings than he does.
The kiss. Oh the kiss... And what an ending. Frustrating... *sighs*
"God knows, Jared wasn’t gonna be able to forget it."
And we know Jared here, right? He isn't a master of the right words... I'm afraid he's perfect turning them into the wrong direction.