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runedgirlTitle: 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 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8 Chapter 9
The AD had returned just at that moment, calling on her headset for wardrobe to come in a hurry and bring some jeans for Jensen. “Accident?” she asked, a little concerned. “You okay?”
Jared was still staring, his eyes locked to Jensen’s brilliant green ones. His mouth probably hanging open. He heard Jensen say “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little spill.”
“You’re not?” he asked stupidly.
The AD turned to Jared in confusion. “Not what?” she asked. “Not fine?”
Jared shook his head, staring past her at his costar. “Not sorry?”
“What? You’re not sorry?” The AD looked from one actor to the other, even more confused when Jensen answered. Not her question, but Jared’s.
“No.”
“No,” Jared repeated, a smile slowly spreading across his handsome face. He looked like a little boy who had just figured out that he was getting a pony for Christmas.
“Okay, whatever, here’s wardrobe. We need you on set as soon as you change.” The crew was getting used to just about anything between the two of them.
Jared kept staring as the wardrobe person helped Jensen out of his shoes, then his coffee-stained jeans. Flash of muscled thigh beneath the tail of his shirt, fine golden-brown hair.
“Think you can help out a little here, Jensen?” The wardrobe person sounded more than a little annoyed. Hard to put on a pair of pants when your eyes are still riveted to the person across from you.
Jensen broke their stare, apologizing. “Oh, sure, sorry.” Stepped into the jeans, pulled them over his slim hips, as the wardrobe person walked away. Jared watched his hands on the zipper, tugging it up, fastening the button at the top. It looked completely x-rated suddenly. He threaded the leather belt through the loops, deftly buckled the buckle with practiced fingers. Jared unconsciously licked his lips.
“Jared!” Jensen’s whispered exclamation startled him out of his musings about what else those fingers could do.
Jared looked up quickly, about to stammer an apology once again, but he stopped short, muted by what he saw. Jensen was -- blushing. Smiling that shy smile that made his green eyes sparkle. And blushing. The sight was just about too much for him. “You’re staring,” Jensen half-laughed, half-whispered.
“Yeah. You – your –“ Jared’s turn to blush. He paused and dropped his eyes again as Jensen smoothed his shirt over the newly fastened jeans.
Jensen laughed softly, embarrassed. “Subtle much?”
Jared just shook his head, smiling that little-boy smile. “Too much,” he answered.
* * *
Kim whistled happily to himself as he watched the shoot. He’d been worried they couldn’t do this, couldn’t lighten it up in that easy way they used to have, teasing each other, goading each other, always with the undercurrent of real love there underneath. The brilliance of this show was that they could get away with that, with real love between two beautiful young men. They were brothers, and brothers loved each other, after all. Kim knew he could coax them to take it farther than characters who were mere friends would have allowed, shrug off the figurative questions. Make jokes about it. Hey, they’re brothers. Nothing to worry about.
But of course, Jared and Jensen weren’t brothers. Kim watched them together, the interplay of competition and affection that they executed perfectly. The smiles were real, and the undercurrent was back, along with the snap of sexual tension that made their every exchange electric. A spark in the eye, a twitch of the lip. Hellyes. Something had changed, and Kim was feeling damn lucky.
“Okay, cut. That’s a wrap. Nice job, boys. Great job.” They both flashed him pleased grins. The director grinned back.
* * *
Jared hesitated at the junction between their two trailers, uncertainty returning. Jensen did too, shuffling his feet and waiting for Jared to say something. Jared felt that awkward teenager feeling wash over him as he dug his toe into the ground. Why did Jensen make him feel like he was completely inexperienced? But then again, at this, he was. This was all together different than anything he’d ever done before. This was Jensen.
“So, are you heading home?” Brilliant, Jared.
Jensen smirked a little. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. Maybe. I dunno.” Ohgod, this wasn’t going well. “I might go out for a beer.”
Jensen nodded. “Uh huh.”
Why was this so fucking hard? He’d asked a lot of people out. A lot of girls. Not that he was asking Jensen out, that would be – well, stupid. They’d been out a hundred times. Well, not out. But out. Jesus. Jared ran restless fingers through his unruly hair.
“How ‘bout I come with you?” Jensen was still smirking.
“Oh, yeah, that would be good.” Did he always sound this stupid when he liked someone? How had he ever managed to get dates?
“Dude, loosen up,” Jensen teased. “I won’t bite. It’s just a beer.”
Smooth as always. He could easily have been Dean, standing there. How did the guy do it? “I’m not worried about you biting, Jen.” Wow, that sounded suggestive. “I mean, I’m not – god, I’m such an asshole.” He ran his hand through his hair again, shifting restlessly. “This is hard, it’s – I don’t know what to do, I’ve just – it’s different.”
Jensen started to say something, then seemed to think better of it. Instead, he stopped smirking and looked more serious. “Look, I dunno what we’re doing either, Jare. Let’s just go, okay?”
Jared was incredibly grateful for the save. “Okay, I’ll drive.”
* * *
Four beers later, it was getting easier. They’d played some darts, they’d flirted with some girls, each trying to outdo the other with how much they could be lusted after. Jared found it hard to believe anyone could even *see* him when his costar was in the room. If anything, Jensen looked even hotter with a few beers in him. Looser, more relaxed. Green eyes sparkling and soft. Jared hopped onto the barstool next to him, watching Jensen take another swig of beer. The way his generous pink lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle.
“You doin’ the obvious much thing again, Jare?” Smirking again.
Too much beer to care about denying it. “Yeah, can’t help it.” His drawl was more pronounced as he took a few more gulps.
“Can’t help what?” Jensen leaned toward him, holding his gaze with those incredible eyes, jade fringed with thick sweeping black lashes.
“Staring at you, Jen.”
“Oh.” He could hear Jensen breathing. “What exactly are you staring at?”
Jared allowed himself a rare uncensored moment, sweeping his gaze over the other man’s face, slowly taking in the finely drawn brows, the full moist lips, the hint of stubble on his jaw that made Jared wonder what it would be like to have his mouth there, to gnaw a path up the warm skin of Jensen’s neck to tug on an earlobe. To be rough, to use teeth and tongue, to demand surrender. Would he like that?
His eyes settled back on Jensen’s, drinking in the deep liquid green. Jared could see the other actor’s throat tighten, watched him swallow hard. He wondered if he was scaring him, the thought of it making his own throat constrict with fear.
Jensen leaned in closer, still holding Jared’s gaze, voice deep and low. “I can feel that in my dick,” he said.
Jared slipped completely off his chair, grabbing onto Jensen’s shoulder to keep from falling on his ass.
“You’re pretty amusing like this,” Jensen laughed, the sound of it soft and slurred and easy. He was staring at Jared with so much warmth in his eyes that Jared couldn’t be even a little bit annoyed. He just grinned back foolishly, feeling like he’d won a marathon or something.
“Happy to amuse you,” he said, sliding one large hand surreptitiously along Jensen’s thigh underneath the bar. Fuck. So tight. He could feel the muscles bunch as his costar shifted at the touch. Jared leaned down and spoke against Jensen’s neck, his voice coming out in a heated gruff whisper. “I wanna touch you so bad.”
Gratified to make Jensen’s composure falter -- he could feel the other man shudder against his palm. “So fucking bad,” he half-growled again, lips brushing the warm skin beneath Jensen’s ear. Emboldened by the beer and by Jensen’s not moving away, he slid his hand higher, until his fingers raked over the rigid heat trapped beneath the tight jeans, and fuck if he couldn’t feel Jensen’s cock twitch at the touch. Jensen gave a little gasp that made Jared’s own cock leap to keep pace. Mesmerized, Jared ran long fingers along the stretched denim, rubbing his thumb over the thickness at the head, then back down, tracing the length with teasing pressure.
Jesuschrist, Jensen’s dick. He could barely believe this was happening.
Jared sat back a little to meet Jensen’s eyes as he kept up a relentless stroking, too slow to be anything but frustrating for his co-star. For a while, Jensen attempted to keep right on drinking his beer, keeping determinedly still. As though this happened every day, Jared’s hands on him. Not responding to Jared’s strong fingers playing with his dick as it swelled even more, the contours clearly visible as Jared worked the denim looser around him so he could get more of it in his big hand. Could really feel it now, Jensen’s arousal, stiff and hot and his to grasp. Jared squeezed, tugging roughly, until Jensen relented and tilted his hips forward against Jared’s hand, groaning plaintively. Jared grinned, rewarded with a spot of sticky wetness soaking right through the jeans against his hand. Ohgod, yeah. He was doing this. Making Jensen, fucking gorgeous Jensen, drool and squirm and make those little soft groans that were threatening to make Jared cum in his pants.
“Uhnnh,” said Jensen, still not making any effort to get Jared’s hand off his crotch. “Uhnh, Jared, god,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“Want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
Oh this was too much to hope for, way too much. Jared was dizzy with excitement.
“But I don’t wanna get arrested either,” Jensen continued. “Maybe we should go back. My place. Or yours. Whatever.” He shifted again, his beer forgotten on the bar. Jared could hear him breathing, rougher than before. Jensen closed his eyes for a moment, bit his lower lip. “Uhnh, Jare,” his voice low and breathy, dissolving into a wordless groan. Jared had really never heard anything like it. Every sound Jensen made rushed through him like lightning, setting every nerve ending on fire. Especially the ones in his dick.
With effort, he pulled his hand away, fascinated by the wetness there. Jensen’s. God. Jared fumbled in his pockets for money, piled it on the bar, not caring whether it was twice what they owed. Just needing to get out of there, away from everyone. Alone. With Jensen. Jesus.
* * *
It was a good thing he really needed to concentrate on driving, and a good thing they were only a short distance away. It kept Jared distracted from what he wanted, and how fucking badly he wanted it. He fully expected things to change by the time they got back to his place, to find Jensen upset or angry or disgusted or – something – by the time their eyes met again. But Jensen just clambered out of the car as soon as he parked, not even detouring toward his own room, just waiting while Jared fumbled for his keys with nervous fingers. Green eyes dark and full of expectation.
Once they were inside, Jared hesitated. Did Jensen really want this? All his instincts were screaming at him to just go for it, but Jared held back, having a hard time believing the world had shifted so completely. He’d wanted this for so long, spent so much time talking himself out of it, working to accept that he’d never have it. And now – suddenly – it seemed that he might.
They stood staring at each other for a long moment, trying to read each other’s expressions. And then Jared got lost.
Lost in the pull of those fucking incredible green eyes, the way they searched his own, bright and moist and questioning. Lost in way the tip of Jensen’s wet pink tongue slowly licked over his curving upper lip in unconscious invitation. Lost in the way his fine brows pulled together in confusion, in a hint of pleading and permission and need and justohgod Jensen, and then he was there, without even thinking about moving, one hand against Jensen’s neck to tilt his head and one hand grabbing frantic around his waist to pull them together.
Jared crushed his mouth against Jensen’s, stumbling them back until the shorter man was trapped against the wall of the entryway. Pushing up hard and ruthless against him, crotch to crotch, cock to cock. Jensen was all rock-hard muscle, nothing yielding, body taut under Jared’s big hands, and Jared could feel the strength there, the nothing-like-a-chick firmness that kept reminding him that this was Jensen he was kissing, really Jensen.
Jensen who he wanted so fucking fucking bad.
Chapter 11
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 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8 Chapter 9
The AD had returned just at that moment, calling on her headset for wardrobe to come in a hurry and bring some jeans for Jensen. “Accident?” she asked, a little concerned. “You okay?”
Jared was still staring, his eyes locked to Jensen’s brilliant green ones. His mouth probably hanging open. He heard Jensen say “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little spill.”
“You’re not?” he asked stupidly.
The AD turned to Jared in confusion. “Not what?” she asked. “Not fine?”
Jared shook his head, staring past her at his costar. “Not sorry?”
“What? You’re not sorry?” The AD looked from one actor to the other, even more confused when Jensen answered. Not her question, but Jared’s.
“No.”
“No,” Jared repeated, a smile slowly spreading across his handsome face. He looked like a little boy who had just figured out that he was getting a pony for Christmas.
“Okay, whatever, here’s wardrobe. We need you on set as soon as you change.” The crew was getting used to just about anything between the two of them.
Jared kept staring as the wardrobe person helped Jensen out of his shoes, then his coffee-stained jeans. Flash of muscled thigh beneath the tail of his shirt, fine golden-brown hair.
“Think you can help out a little here, Jensen?” The wardrobe person sounded more than a little annoyed. Hard to put on a pair of pants when your eyes are still riveted to the person across from you.
Jensen broke their stare, apologizing. “Oh, sure, sorry.” Stepped into the jeans, pulled them over his slim hips, as the wardrobe person walked away. Jared watched his hands on the zipper, tugging it up, fastening the button at the top. It looked completely x-rated suddenly. He threaded the leather belt through the loops, deftly buckled the buckle with practiced fingers. Jared unconsciously licked his lips.
“Jared!” Jensen’s whispered exclamation startled him out of his musings about what else those fingers could do.
Jared looked up quickly, about to stammer an apology once again, but he stopped short, muted by what he saw. Jensen was -- blushing. Smiling that shy smile that made his green eyes sparkle. And blushing. The sight was just about too much for him. “You’re staring,” Jensen half-laughed, half-whispered.
“Yeah. You – your –“ Jared’s turn to blush. He paused and dropped his eyes again as Jensen smoothed his shirt over the newly fastened jeans.
Jensen laughed softly, embarrassed. “Subtle much?”
Jared just shook his head, smiling that little-boy smile. “Too much,” he answered.
* * *
Kim whistled happily to himself as he watched the shoot. He’d been worried they couldn’t do this, couldn’t lighten it up in that easy way they used to have, teasing each other, goading each other, always with the undercurrent of real love there underneath. The brilliance of this show was that they could get away with that, with real love between two beautiful young men. They were brothers, and brothers loved each other, after all. Kim knew he could coax them to take it farther than characters who were mere friends would have allowed, shrug off the figurative questions. Make jokes about it. Hey, they’re brothers. Nothing to worry about.
But of course, Jared and Jensen weren’t brothers. Kim watched them together, the interplay of competition and affection that they executed perfectly. The smiles were real, and the undercurrent was back, along with the snap of sexual tension that made their every exchange electric. A spark in the eye, a twitch of the lip. Hellyes. Something had changed, and Kim was feeling damn lucky.
“Okay, cut. That’s a wrap. Nice job, boys. Great job.” They both flashed him pleased grins. The director grinned back.
* * *
Jared hesitated at the junction between their two trailers, uncertainty returning. Jensen did too, shuffling his feet and waiting for Jared to say something. Jared felt that awkward teenager feeling wash over him as he dug his toe into the ground. Why did Jensen make him feel like he was completely inexperienced? But then again, at this, he was. This was all together different than anything he’d ever done before. This was Jensen.
“So, are you heading home?” Brilliant, Jared.
Jensen smirked a little. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. Maybe. I dunno.” Ohgod, this wasn’t going well. “I might go out for a beer.”
Jensen nodded. “Uh huh.”
Why was this so fucking hard? He’d asked a lot of people out. A lot of girls. Not that he was asking Jensen out, that would be – well, stupid. They’d been out a hundred times. Well, not out. But out. Jesus. Jared ran restless fingers through his unruly hair.
“How ‘bout I come with you?” Jensen was still smirking.
“Oh, yeah, that would be good.” Did he always sound this stupid when he liked someone? How had he ever managed to get dates?
“Dude, loosen up,” Jensen teased. “I won’t bite. It’s just a beer.”
Smooth as always. He could easily have been Dean, standing there. How did the guy do it? “I’m not worried about you biting, Jen.” Wow, that sounded suggestive. “I mean, I’m not – god, I’m such an asshole.” He ran his hand through his hair again, shifting restlessly. “This is hard, it’s – I don’t know what to do, I’ve just – it’s different.”
Jensen started to say something, then seemed to think better of it. Instead, he stopped smirking and looked more serious. “Look, I dunno what we’re doing either, Jare. Let’s just go, okay?”
Jared was incredibly grateful for the save. “Okay, I’ll drive.”
* * *
Four beers later, it was getting easier. They’d played some darts, they’d flirted with some girls, each trying to outdo the other with how much they could be lusted after. Jared found it hard to believe anyone could even *see* him when his costar was in the room. If anything, Jensen looked even hotter with a few beers in him. Looser, more relaxed. Green eyes sparkling and soft. Jared hopped onto the barstool next to him, watching Jensen take another swig of beer. The way his generous pink lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle.
“You doin’ the obvious much thing again, Jare?” Smirking again.
Too much beer to care about denying it. “Yeah, can’t help it.” His drawl was more pronounced as he took a few more gulps.
“Can’t help what?” Jensen leaned toward him, holding his gaze with those incredible eyes, jade fringed with thick sweeping black lashes.
“Staring at you, Jen.”
“Oh.” He could hear Jensen breathing. “What exactly are you staring at?”
Jared allowed himself a rare uncensored moment, sweeping his gaze over the other man’s face, slowly taking in the finely drawn brows, the full moist lips, the hint of stubble on his jaw that made Jared wonder what it would be like to have his mouth there, to gnaw a path up the warm skin of Jensen’s neck to tug on an earlobe. To be rough, to use teeth and tongue, to demand surrender. Would he like that?
His eyes settled back on Jensen’s, drinking in the deep liquid green. Jared could see the other actor’s throat tighten, watched him swallow hard. He wondered if he was scaring him, the thought of it making his own throat constrict with fear.
Jensen leaned in closer, still holding Jared’s gaze, voice deep and low. “I can feel that in my dick,” he said.
Jared slipped completely off his chair, grabbing onto Jensen’s shoulder to keep from falling on his ass.
“You’re pretty amusing like this,” Jensen laughed, the sound of it soft and slurred and easy. He was staring at Jared with so much warmth in his eyes that Jared couldn’t be even a little bit annoyed. He just grinned back foolishly, feeling like he’d won a marathon or something.
“Happy to amuse you,” he said, sliding one large hand surreptitiously along Jensen’s thigh underneath the bar. Fuck. So tight. He could feel the muscles bunch as his costar shifted at the touch. Jared leaned down and spoke against Jensen’s neck, his voice coming out in a heated gruff whisper. “I wanna touch you so bad.”
Gratified to make Jensen’s composure falter -- he could feel the other man shudder against his palm. “So fucking bad,” he half-growled again, lips brushing the warm skin beneath Jensen’s ear. Emboldened by the beer and by Jensen’s not moving away, he slid his hand higher, until his fingers raked over the rigid heat trapped beneath the tight jeans, and fuck if he couldn’t feel Jensen’s cock twitch at the touch. Jensen gave a little gasp that made Jared’s own cock leap to keep pace. Mesmerized, Jared ran long fingers along the stretched denim, rubbing his thumb over the thickness at the head, then back down, tracing the length with teasing pressure.
Jesuschrist, Jensen’s dick. He could barely believe this was happening.
Jared sat back a little to meet Jensen’s eyes as he kept up a relentless stroking, too slow to be anything but frustrating for his co-star. For a while, Jensen attempted to keep right on drinking his beer, keeping determinedly still. As though this happened every day, Jared’s hands on him. Not responding to Jared’s strong fingers playing with his dick as it swelled even more, the contours clearly visible as Jared worked the denim looser around him so he could get more of it in his big hand. Could really feel it now, Jensen’s arousal, stiff and hot and his to grasp. Jared squeezed, tugging roughly, until Jensen relented and tilted his hips forward against Jared’s hand, groaning plaintively. Jared grinned, rewarded with a spot of sticky wetness soaking right through the jeans against his hand. Ohgod, yeah. He was doing this. Making Jensen, fucking gorgeous Jensen, drool and squirm and make those little soft groans that were threatening to make Jared cum in his pants.
“Uhnnh,” said Jensen, still not making any effort to get Jared’s hand off his crotch. “Uhnh, Jared, god,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“Want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
Oh this was too much to hope for, way too much. Jared was dizzy with excitement.
“But I don’t wanna get arrested either,” Jensen continued. “Maybe we should go back. My place. Or yours. Whatever.” He shifted again, his beer forgotten on the bar. Jared could hear him breathing, rougher than before. Jensen closed his eyes for a moment, bit his lower lip. “Uhnh, Jare,” his voice low and breathy, dissolving into a wordless groan. Jared had really never heard anything like it. Every sound Jensen made rushed through him like lightning, setting every nerve ending on fire. Especially the ones in his dick.
With effort, he pulled his hand away, fascinated by the wetness there. Jensen’s. God. Jared fumbled in his pockets for money, piled it on the bar, not caring whether it was twice what they owed. Just needing to get out of there, away from everyone. Alone. With Jensen. Jesus.
* * *
It was a good thing he really needed to concentrate on driving, and a good thing they were only a short distance away. It kept Jared distracted from what he wanted, and how fucking badly he wanted it. He fully expected things to change by the time they got back to his place, to find Jensen upset or angry or disgusted or – something – by the time their eyes met again. But Jensen just clambered out of the car as soon as he parked, not even detouring toward his own room, just waiting while Jared fumbled for his keys with nervous fingers. Green eyes dark and full of expectation.
Once they were inside, Jared hesitated. Did Jensen really want this? All his instincts were screaming at him to just go for it, but Jared held back, having a hard time believing the world had shifted so completely. He’d wanted this for so long, spent so much time talking himself out of it, working to accept that he’d never have it. And now – suddenly – it seemed that he might.
They stood staring at each other for a long moment, trying to read each other’s expressions. And then Jared got lost.
Lost in the pull of those fucking incredible green eyes, the way they searched his own, bright and moist and questioning. Lost in way the tip of Jensen’s wet pink tongue slowly licked over his curving upper lip in unconscious invitation. Lost in the way his fine brows pulled together in confusion, in a hint of pleading and permission and need and justohgod Jensen, and then he was there, without even thinking about moving, one hand against Jensen’s neck to tilt his head and one hand grabbing frantic around his waist to pull them together.
Jared crushed his mouth against Jensen’s, stumbling them back until the shorter man was trapped against the wall of the entryway. Pushing up hard and ruthless against him, crotch to crotch, cock to cock. Jensen was all rock-hard muscle, nothing yielding, body taut under Jared’s big hands, and Jared could feel the strength there, the nothing-like-a-chick firmness that kept reminding him that this was Jensen he was kissing, really Jensen.
Jensen who he wanted so fucking fucking bad.
Chapter 11
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Date: 2007-05-26 02:24 am (UTC)Sorry for the delay, LJ has been kicking our butts and ended up messing up our posting in the comms and getting us yelled at. :( Will try to get the next part up much faster -- And yes, they would have deserved it if they didn't get it together soon! LOL