NEW: "Love in the Shock of the Lightning" [J2] PG
Author: candygramme
Title: "Love in the Shock of the Lightning"
Pairing: Jared/Jensen slash
Rating: PG
Beta: spoonlessone
Word Count: 2,049
Any warnings: Schmoopy snapshot
August in Vancouver had come around hot, sticky and oppressive, and it had been blistering during the day. The humidity in the air had been such that people were drooping, sweaty and desperate as the long day dragged on. Even now, long after the sun had gone, the night had brought no relief, and Jared, born to sweat, was wishing he could just step into an air conditioned bathroom, take a shower and never come out again. Instead, he was doing yet another take, chasing Jensen as Sam pursued Dean down through an airless, dirty corridor out at Riverview Hospital.
He was sweaty, flushed and grimy, and Jensen didn’t look any more comfortable than he felt. As he heard the call to cut and print the scene, he stumbled outside, seeking some kind of respite from the sticky heat. Unfortunately there was none to be had, and he stood looking out over the trees listening to the muted roar of the traffic on the road down below and wondered if they would call a halt to his torment soon and let him go home to shower and cling to his dehumidifier.
He felt rather than heard someone approaching and idly wondered how precisely he’d become so in tune with his costar that he could sense his approach. He didn’t turn, merely waited, and was rewarded by the sound of Jensen’s voice.
“They said take 30. They’re re-lighting so they can do the ghost on the staircase. Once they’ve got that in the can, they’re done for the night, so let’s try and nail the fucking thing and get out of this sauna, k?” He let out a muffled expletive. “Heat like this just isn’t right. It doesn’t get like this in Texas.”
“Yeah, dude.” Jared glanced over at Jensen, taking in the flushed face and shiny features. “I could use a cold beer, a cold shower and a couple of dusky maidens to fan me.” He smirked and shook his head as Jensen rolled his eyes. “In the meantime, we need to go find somewhere cool to hang out. I feel like I’m melting.”
“Jeez, don’t do that. You’ll make a mess.” Jensen gave him a half smile that betrayed his own discomfort. “You’re way too big, and they’ll probably make me clean it up.”
“Nah. They love you.” Jared peeled off the denim Jacket that Sam was wearing, tossed it to one side so it was hanging limply from one of the stone pillars at the foot of the steps that led up to the front door of the old building. “They haven’t forgiven me for the thing with the boot polish and the shotgun shells yet,” he said. “You’ll get a free pass for the next six weeks because of that one.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Jensen chuckled, and Jared turned to face him at last, noting that he’d stripped out of most of Dean’s layers and was standing now dressed only in a t-shirt that had fake bloody handprints over his heart. “Dunno how long it took you to put those together, but the look on Phil’s face was worth it.”
“He won’t rest until he gets me back though. It’s hard trying to have eyes in the back of my head.” Jared threw his head back and laughed, and then froze, because somewhere to the north of them was the distant rumble of thunder. He reached to grip Jensen’s arm. “Listen. If we get a decent storm the heat might stop being so fucking oppressive.”
The air had grown still, and the metallic tang in the air spoke of an electrical storm brewing. Jared smiled and sat on the steps, lounging back onto the smooth white pillars that framed the entrance to the building where they’d been filming. “Gonna stay out here and watch to see if we get a light show,” he announced.
“I ain’t going back in there either.” Jensen didn’t sit. Instead, he began to pace. “Wish it would rain.”
A much closer clap of thunder sounded just at that moment, and both men jumped, then cheered as streaks of blue fire crackled and zinged overhead. “That’s really close, man,” murmured Jared, sounding a little uneasy. “Come back and get out of the line of fire, Jen. Charbroiled wouldn’t be a good look for you.”
“S’okay, Jay. I know enough not to go standing under any trees. If I get hit, you can have my PS4, okay?” Jensen smirked as another growl came from on high, and a bolt of lightning shot down and struck one of the trailers parked over in the lot to the east of the building. Jared swore.
Snickering as he watched, Jensen threw up his hands to cover his ears. “Jeez, I hope that wasn’t the film truck. It would really burn me if we had to do everything over because the dailies were fried to a crisp.”
“Don’t even joke about it.” Jared shuddered then swore again as another thunderclap sounded, and, for a moment, the sky was daylight-bright, with lurid shadows clutching along the ground as the masonry around them was illuminated.
“I love storms.” Jensen had stopped pacing and was standing, face turned up toward the clouds as he watched, enthralled. A fat raindrop plopped down on his forehead, and he raised his arms in a victory pose. “It’s gonna rain,” he crowed.
“It’s gonna pound you into the dust,” smirked Jared as a couple more drops spattered into the dirt at his feet.
For a moment, it seemed as though that would be all, but then it felt almost as if the whole world had become water as the rain came down in earnest. Jared thought Jensen would come back and sit out of the weather with him, but that didn’t happen. Jensen seemed lost in his own world. He was laughing, reciting some short poem that made him laugh, although Jared couldn’t hear what it was, and then he peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it up the steps to land in a sodden bundle on the stair below Jared. Then he kicked off the boots he had on to go barefoot into the rain. Naked to the waist, Jensen began to dance, seemingly oblivious to any audience, and Jared watched him, fascinated, taking in the smooth grace and the suppleness of him as he moved.
Rain fell, bouncing from the asphalt as the force of it increased and vision became a difficult, desirable thing, Jensen’s body barely visible through translucent veils of water. He was singing now, some old CCR song, if Jared’s ears didn’t betray him, and a surge of tenderness flooded Jared, making him gasp softly at the emotions he was feeling. Rising to his feet, he dropped Sam’s plaid shirt on the top step, stripped off the undershirt and ventured out into the downpour, trotting down the steps to join his costar.
He was soaked through in an instant, the rain beat like tiny fists against his skin, and his hair, already sweaty and gelled into place, instantly plastered itself to his skull. It felt good, somehow right, and as his running shoes filled with water he kicked them off, stepping out clad only in soaked, faded denim that swiftly molded itself to his legs.
Jensen didn’t say anything to Jared as he reached him, but he gave him a smile that was as brilliant as Jared had ever seen on him and held out his hand, gripping it firmly as Jared leaned forward to take it.
Jared couldn’t take his eyes off Jensen. His costar wore mischief like a favorite shirt, and despite being a husky, well-built man he managed to radiate an aura of naughty child, his face full of mischief and his eyes gleeful as he splashed through the veritable lake that was accumulating on the pathway. Jared laughed out loud, content for the first time since he’d got out of bed that morning as he held Jensen’s hand and joined him in stomping through the puddles to kick up as much spray as possible. He didn’t see how he could get any wetter, and Jensen was right there, as he should be, his perfect partner in crime.
The thought hit him hard then, just how right it felt to be in that moment. That tenderness that had prompted him to join Jensen in the rain returned, heating his belly and tingling through him. He didn’t think, merely turned in to capture Jensen in his arms, pulling him close so they stood belly to belly. Jensen’s skin was cool at first touch, and then impossibly warm against him. Jensen smirked, lopsided smile and raised eyebrow hitting Jared like a challenge, and there was no choice for him.
Bending, Jared pressed their mouths together.
He’d always wondered. Seeing the beauty that was Jensen, watching him nibbling on his marker as they ran lines, seeing him eating pretty much anything, and observing the way he chewed on his lower lip when he was lost in thought, had often made Jared fantasize about the way that they might feel. It was one of the reasons he’d found Genevieve so attractive to begin with, the fact that her lips were full and soft. He’d never touched Jensen’s lips before, but now he did, and they were just as soft as he’d imagined.
He expected Jensen to pull away, maybe punch him out or something. He didn’t expect him to wind his arms round his neck and escalate the soft caress until the two of them were twined around each other, mouths fused, and the kiss had become a duel of tongues, a silken slide as Jared forgot everything else but the feel of Jensen, so much larger than Sandy, larger than Gen, stronger, warmer and altogether different, altogether better. Jared wanted.
Every part of him craved Jensen, and he wasn’t sure why it hadn’t ever happened before. He and Jensen were a team; they had each others’ backs, them against the world, etc. etc., but he’d never before dreamed of this. Jensen was flash heat in his arms, live as the lightning and just as shocking. His mouth tasted of gummy bears, and his body strained against him, leaving Jared in no doubt at all that he also wanted this, wherever it might lead.
It didn’t last; it couldn’t. A call from the safe shelter of the porch made them release each other and step back. Jared was feeling mazy, his entire mind befogged by the image of Jensen, wet through, his mouth puffy from their kisses, green eyes as dazed as his own probably looked. He said one word, “Later.”
At that moment, the rain stopped. Jensen’s lashes wore raindrops like glitter as the arc lights around the set lit them up, and his torso gleamed from the water that was trickling down over his chest, and Jared was lost, impossibly aroused, in love, besotted. As Jared watched, Jensen closed his eyes and bit his lip, concentrating on something, putting all his effort into it.
The PA’s call came again, tentative but compelling. “Guys?”
“Yeah, yeah. Be there in a moment.” Jared could hear his own voice croaking, sounding strained, and when he looked back at Jensen, he could see that smirk again.
“Jeannie’s gonna kill us,” Jensen murmured as he stepped forward to climb the stairs and collect his discarded clothing.
“If she doesn’t, Diane will,” agreed Jared, laughing as he followed behind.
It seemed as though his life had changed from one moment to the next, and he caught up with Jensen, put his hand on the man’s shoulder to turn him so they were facing each other.
“Dude, are we okay?” His voice caught again, and Jensen nodded.
“Always okay, Jay,” he murmured. “More than okay.”
Drawing a deep breath, Jared nodded, squared his shoulders and picked up his sodden running shoes. Work called for now, but he and Jensen would have a conversation later, and he could guarantee that both their lives had changed forever. He hoped that it would be for the better, but he was going along for the ride anyway.
Title: "Love in the Shock of the Lightning"
Pairing: Jared/Jensen slash
Rating: PG
Beta: spoonlessone
Word Count: 2,049
Any warnings: Schmoopy snapshot
August in Vancouver had come around hot, sticky and oppressive, and it had been blistering during the day. The humidity in the air had been such that people were drooping, sweaty and desperate as the long day dragged on. Even now, long after the sun had gone, the night had brought no relief, and Jared, born to sweat, was wishing he could just step into an air conditioned bathroom, take a shower and never come out again. Instead, he was doing yet another take, chasing Jensen as Sam pursued Dean down through an airless, dirty corridor out at Riverview Hospital.
He was sweaty, flushed and grimy, and Jensen didn’t look any more comfortable than he felt. As he heard the call to cut and print the scene, he stumbled outside, seeking some kind of respite from the sticky heat. Unfortunately there was none to be had, and he stood looking out over the trees listening to the muted roar of the traffic on the road down below and wondered if they would call a halt to his torment soon and let him go home to shower and cling to his dehumidifier.
He felt rather than heard someone approaching and idly wondered how precisely he’d become so in tune with his costar that he could sense his approach. He didn’t turn, merely waited, and was rewarded by the sound of Jensen’s voice.
“They said take 30. They’re re-lighting so they can do the ghost on the staircase. Once they’ve got that in the can, they’re done for the night, so let’s try and nail the fucking thing and get out of this sauna, k?” He let out a muffled expletive. “Heat like this just isn’t right. It doesn’t get like this in Texas.”
“Yeah, dude.” Jared glanced over at Jensen, taking in the flushed face and shiny features. “I could use a cold beer, a cold shower and a couple of dusky maidens to fan me.” He smirked and shook his head as Jensen rolled his eyes. “In the meantime, we need to go find somewhere cool to hang out. I feel like I’m melting.”
“Jeez, don’t do that. You’ll make a mess.” Jensen gave him a half smile that betrayed his own discomfort. “You’re way too big, and they’ll probably make me clean it up.”
“Nah. They love you.” Jared peeled off the denim Jacket that Sam was wearing, tossed it to one side so it was hanging limply from one of the stone pillars at the foot of the steps that led up to the front door of the old building. “They haven’t forgiven me for the thing with the boot polish and the shotgun shells yet,” he said. “You’ll get a free pass for the next six weeks because of that one.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Jensen chuckled, and Jared turned to face him at last, noting that he’d stripped out of most of Dean’s layers and was standing now dressed only in a t-shirt that had fake bloody handprints over his heart. “Dunno how long it took you to put those together, but the look on Phil’s face was worth it.”
“He won’t rest until he gets me back though. It’s hard trying to have eyes in the back of my head.” Jared threw his head back and laughed, and then froze, because somewhere to the north of them was the distant rumble of thunder. He reached to grip Jensen’s arm. “Listen. If we get a decent storm the heat might stop being so fucking oppressive.”
The air had grown still, and the metallic tang in the air spoke of an electrical storm brewing. Jared smiled and sat on the steps, lounging back onto the smooth white pillars that framed the entrance to the building where they’d been filming. “Gonna stay out here and watch to see if we get a light show,” he announced.
“I ain’t going back in there either.” Jensen didn’t sit. Instead, he began to pace. “Wish it would rain.”
A much closer clap of thunder sounded just at that moment, and both men jumped, then cheered as streaks of blue fire crackled and zinged overhead. “That’s really close, man,” murmured Jared, sounding a little uneasy. “Come back and get out of the line of fire, Jen. Charbroiled wouldn’t be a good look for you.”
“S’okay, Jay. I know enough not to go standing under any trees. If I get hit, you can have my PS4, okay?” Jensen smirked as another growl came from on high, and a bolt of lightning shot down and struck one of the trailers parked over in the lot to the east of the building. Jared swore.
Snickering as he watched, Jensen threw up his hands to cover his ears. “Jeez, I hope that wasn’t the film truck. It would really burn me if we had to do everything over because the dailies were fried to a crisp.”
“Don’t even joke about it.” Jared shuddered then swore again as another thunderclap sounded, and, for a moment, the sky was daylight-bright, with lurid shadows clutching along the ground as the masonry around them was illuminated.
“I love storms.” Jensen had stopped pacing and was standing, face turned up toward the clouds as he watched, enthralled. A fat raindrop plopped down on his forehead, and he raised his arms in a victory pose. “It’s gonna rain,” he crowed.
“It’s gonna pound you into the dust,” smirked Jared as a couple more drops spattered into the dirt at his feet.
For a moment, it seemed as though that would be all, but then it felt almost as if the whole world had become water as the rain came down in earnest. Jared thought Jensen would come back and sit out of the weather with him, but that didn’t happen. Jensen seemed lost in his own world. He was laughing, reciting some short poem that made him laugh, although Jared couldn’t hear what it was, and then he peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it up the steps to land in a sodden bundle on the stair below Jared. Then he kicked off the boots he had on to go barefoot into the rain. Naked to the waist, Jensen began to dance, seemingly oblivious to any audience, and Jared watched him, fascinated, taking in the smooth grace and the suppleness of him as he moved.
Rain fell, bouncing from the asphalt as the force of it increased and vision became a difficult, desirable thing, Jensen’s body barely visible through translucent veils of water. He was singing now, some old CCR song, if Jared’s ears didn’t betray him, and a surge of tenderness flooded Jared, making him gasp softly at the emotions he was feeling. Rising to his feet, he dropped Sam’s plaid shirt on the top step, stripped off the undershirt and ventured out into the downpour, trotting down the steps to join his costar.
He was soaked through in an instant, the rain beat like tiny fists against his skin, and his hair, already sweaty and gelled into place, instantly plastered itself to his skull. It felt good, somehow right, and as his running shoes filled with water he kicked them off, stepping out clad only in soaked, faded denim that swiftly molded itself to his legs.
Jensen didn’t say anything to Jared as he reached him, but he gave him a smile that was as brilliant as Jared had ever seen on him and held out his hand, gripping it firmly as Jared leaned forward to take it.
Jared couldn’t take his eyes off Jensen. His costar wore mischief like a favorite shirt, and despite being a husky, well-built man he managed to radiate an aura of naughty child, his face full of mischief and his eyes gleeful as he splashed through the veritable lake that was accumulating on the pathway. Jared laughed out loud, content for the first time since he’d got out of bed that morning as he held Jensen’s hand and joined him in stomping through the puddles to kick up as much spray as possible. He didn’t see how he could get any wetter, and Jensen was right there, as he should be, his perfect partner in crime.
The thought hit him hard then, just how right it felt to be in that moment. That tenderness that had prompted him to join Jensen in the rain returned, heating his belly and tingling through him. He didn’t think, merely turned in to capture Jensen in his arms, pulling him close so they stood belly to belly. Jensen’s skin was cool at first touch, and then impossibly warm against him. Jensen smirked, lopsided smile and raised eyebrow hitting Jared like a challenge, and there was no choice for him.
Bending, Jared pressed their mouths together.
He’d always wondered. Seeing the beauty that was Jensen, watching him nibbling on his marker as they ran lines, seeing him eating pretty much anything, and observing the way he chewed on his lower lip when he was lost in thought, had often made Jared fantasize about the way that they might feel. It was one of the reasons he’d found Genevieve so attractive to begin with, the fact that her lips were full and soft. He’d never touched Jensen’s lips before, but now he did, and they were just as soft as he’d imagined.
He expected Jensen to pull away, maybe punch him out or something. He didn’t expect him to wind his arms round his neck and escalate the soft caress until the two of them were twined around each other, mouths fused, and the kiss had become a duel of tongues, a silken slide as Jared forgot everything else but the feel of Jensen, so much larger than Sandy, larger than Gen, stronger, warmer and altogether different, altogether better. Jared wanted.
Every part of him craved Jensen, and he wasn’t sure why it hadn’t ever happened before. He and Jensen were a team; they had each others’ backs, them against the world, etc. etc., but he’d never before dreamed of this. Jensen was flash heat in his arms, live as the lightning and just as shocking. His mouth tasted of gummy bears, and his body strained against him, leaving Jared in no doubt at all that he also wanted this, wherever it might lead.
It didn’t last; it couldn’t. A call from the safe shelter of the porch made them release each other and step back. Jared was feeling mazy, his entire mind befogged by the image of Jensen, wet through, his mouth puffy from their kisses, green eyes as dazed as his own probably looked. He said one word, “Later.”
At that moment, the rain stopped. Jensen’s lashes wore raindrops like glitter as the arc lights around the set lit them up, and his torso gleamed from the water that was trickling down over his chest, and Jared was lost, impossibly aroused, in love, besotted. As Jared watched, Jensen closed his eyes and bit his lip, concentrating on something, putting all his effort into it.
The PA’s call came again, tentative but compelling. “Guys?”
“Yeah, yeah. Be there in a moment.” Jared could hear his own voice croaking, sounding strained, and when he looked back at Jensen, he could see that smirk again.
“Jeannie’s gonna kill us,” Jensen murmured as he stepped forward to climb the stairs and collect his discarded clothing.
“If she doesn’t, Diane will,” agreed Jared, laughing as he followed behind.
It seemed as though his life had changed from one moment to the next, and he caught up with Jensen, put his hand on the man’s shoulder to turn him so they were facing each other.
“Dude, are we okay?” His voice caught again, and Jensen nodded.
“Always okay, Jay,” he murmured. “More than okay.”
Drawing a deep breath, Jared nodded, squared his shoulders and picked up his sodden running shoes. Work called for now, but he and Jensen would have a conversation later, and he could guarantee that both their lives had changed forever. He hoped that it would be for the better, but he was going along for the ride anyway.