The Next Texan Face 21/?
Title: The Next Texan Face 21/?
Pairing: J2
By: freakn_out and heartsonwings
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Disclaimer: all that follows is fictional
Summary: Jay's a contestant on a TV-show. Jen's the host.
Warnings: This fic is incomplete because freakn_out never finished it.
Jared’s POV
There’s definitely something ringing in my ears, it sounds a bit like that time my brother and me decided we wanted to start a band. Yeah, that was pretty bad.
I can’t really see anything, either. It’s just so dark. And my back’s killing me, ‘cause the ground’s hard, why is it so hard?
Hang on…
Why am I on the ground?
I blink a few times, trying to clear my head, eventually opening my eyes wide as I find myself flat on back looking up at some sort of canvas. Canvas?
Huh, last time I was flat on my back it was certainly much more enjoyable…and much more comfortable.
Groaning I manage to pull myself up, rubbing my aching head and frowning as it only worsens the throbbing.
“Are you alright?”
Sophie’s panicked voice flows through the ringing, her face looming above.
“Uh, think so. What happened?”
“You passed out on us, man! I think you got stage fright or something with all those cameras, had us worried for a second.” Mike’s voice announces his presence and when I roll my head towards him, I realise him and Tom are seated cross-legged just beside me.
“Great! Fainting on camera, just what I need. Oh, yeah, that’s absolutely brilliant, my sister‘s gonna kill me.” My sarcasm is cut short as Jensen emerges behind Mike’s bald head, the tent flapping behind him as more people follow. He looks good, real good. Even though he looks slightly flustered and annoyed, he still looks absolutely stunning. Damn, I’ve got it bad.
Tom and Mike pull away, allowing the host through, “Hey, man. How are you feeling?”
Jensen’s POV
I‘m way too aware of the cameras that follow my every move eagerly, probably hoping for some action, and I manage to school my tone into a semblance of casual.
Jared looks so cute, it’s unfair. How can a 6’ 4 man possibly look that cute? But he does, curled up on the floor, massaging his head slightly.
I can’t help but smile at the fact that despite the state he’s in, he somehow manages to look good enough to eat. And the best part of all, is that he’s all mine.
He nods slowly in response to my question, his eyes glazing over for a second before he gives me a dreamy smile.
“Remember how I held you that night? You were just lying in my arms… it was nice.”
I blink, my mouth going dry as every shift of the cameras announces their presence.
I mean, yeah, of course it was nice. No, scrap that, it was beautiful. But why would he mention that, of all things?
Trying to play off ignorance, I scoff, “Sure, dude. But, uh, let’s get you back to your tent, eh? This show still needs to go on.”
I could have sworn that I just heard a million people sigh at their screen, disappointed in the lack of action.
Funny that.
“I’ll help you take him upstairs.” Chris’ gruff voice speaks next to my ear.
As much as I’d like to object to that, wanting some alone time with Jared, I know I can’t. We can’t risk people getting suspicious, not yet.
Breathing out a sigh, I nod.
“Thanks. That’ll be great.”
~
There’s a lot of huffing and grunts, and a lot of curses as people trip over themselves and one another, crashing into the cameras and knocking against us. But eventually we make it through the crowd and into Jared’s tent. We’re tailed by what seems to be every other contestant, cameraman, camera, and quite possibly all of the ground staff, and God knows who else.
But we make it.
“Man! It’s sooo good to see a bed again! I mean a real bed! No hot guy to share with this time, though…” Jared’s voice trails off as he pulls off his t-shirt and slides into said bed with a groan of contentment.
Completely frozen, I try to hide the embarrassment rising in my cheeks.
“Ooooh! Jay seems to have a story to tell!”
It’s not the first time I’ve wanted to kill Mike, but it is definitely the first time I try to come up with the best way to go about it without being caught.
Because ‘embarrassing’ doesn’t even begin to cover it!
Jared appears to be thinking along the same lines as he suddenly looks like he just told his dad he was the one who crashed the car. His eyes dance towards the cameras, possibly noticing them for the first time.
“Uh, I meant….that…I had my own bed to sleep in… not that I slept with a man or anything.”
A snigger from the left lets me know that it’s time to leave Jared in peace, and go off to dwell on the fact that he’s just started rumours about us…great. I’ll have to try figure out a way to deter them.
“Okay, people! Downstairs, it’s meal time!”
One by one the crowd thins until it’s just me and some camera guy, who unfortunately isn’t Jeff, standing beside Jared’s bed.
“Will you be okay up here, Jay-” with a cough and a glance at the camera, he corrects himself, “Jared? I can get someone to stay if you want…” I make sure to use my soft, host’s voice, playing the part, desperately trying to keep my head in the game. I know that if I have to stay here any longer, I’ll end up crawling in beside Jared, thinking ‘fuck the camera’.
“No, I’ll be okay for a while. I’ll come through when I feel more up to it.”
“Sure, I’ll let the medics know, they’ll deal with your ankle then.”
“They checked it on the chopper, so I’m sure it’s fine for now,“ Jared murmurs with a nod and secret smile, leaving me no option but to return it and hastily leave the room before I do something stupid like tackle him and kiss him senseless. Yeah, that would pretty stupid, despite how tempting.
~
The food tent is pandemonium as always. I get a fuzzy feeling in the pit of my belly as I remember the food fight that went on back at the mansion. Damn, that was fun. I quickly chase away the thought of starting one now, it just wouldn’t feel right without Jared.
Plastering on a fake smile, I force myself into my role as the host, trying to get into my skull that this is still a show after all.
Before I can take a seat, one of the CW execs grips me by the arm, pulling be to the side.
“Jensen, we need to talk!”
Pulling my arm free, I barely manage to keep my plate from tipping over, “Uhm, Jim already spoke to me! It’s already been sorted! I’m not being fired or anything.”
The man looks down his nose at me for a second before replying, “Not about that. We need to talk about the change of plans for tonight! Your little shenanigan meant we couldn’t actually have a prize-giving for the last competition! And somebody still needs to be voted off! The viewers are on tenterhooks as to who will be leaving!”
I grin sheepishly, trying to look apologetic, but letting out a soft laugh, “Oh, okay! Sure! So uhm…what’s happening then?”
“Tonight, seven o’clock. By the fountains outside, and believe me, if you miss this one, you’re out! Regardless of how many viewers we have! We do not want the media at our doors!”
With one final glare he stomped off, crashing into Steve and ignoring his glower.
Steve and I scowl at his back before we head towards the table to join Sophie and the others.
Jared’s POV
As much as I try, sleep just keeps slipping away.
All I can hear are the sounds of chairs scraping, people chattering softly and plates being set down as everyone eats.
Just as I’m considering leaving this awesome bed to limp my way to join them, a call comes from outside the tent.
Frowning I turned my gaze towards it, my voice annoyingly hoarse as I reply, “Yeah?”
“It’s me, Jeff. Can I come in? No cameras.”
I smile, glad to hear a familiar voice. “Sure man!”
Jeff opens the flap and steps into the threshold, glancing over at me, once he’s gotten a good look he grins, “Man, you sure do like losing your shirts, don’t you?”
I groan, knowing that I’m never going to live that down.
“So, how do you feel? Ankle okay?”
Stifling a yawn, I nod, “Yeah, I’m good, just a little beat.”
I don’t mention the spinning in my head or that my ankle feels like it wants me dead and my butt seriously aches. Well, I can’t say I mind the last bit that much.
“And how do you feel about what happened with Jensen?”
This time it’s my turn to glance up at him, embarrassment slowly creeping it’s way up to my cheeks.
“Well…” There’s no point in lying, I might as well just say it. “It was…awesome! It was just... I mean, I wasn’t exactly a virgin before…well I was that kind of virgin…I’ve never… but, it was really, really amazing, ya know? Just…perfect!”
I couldn’t keep down my grin, even if I tried. I know I’ve got it real bad.
Jeff looks a bit uncertain for a few seconds, then he sends me a weary smile.
Before he can say anything, I‘m quick to reassure him, “Jeff! Seriously, I’m okay with it. And Jensen…well, he seems okay with it too! More than okay. It was good, we’re good, everything’s okay….”
The night before.
I throw my head back, dizzy with want and need, a mix of frustration and lust pulling me in every direction.
Jensen’s hands are everywhere, touching, feeling and needing.
His tongue dances over places I never knew could be so sensitive, never knew could feel this good. Getting at me in ways Sandy never could.
A low groan escapes me as wet lips skim over my abs and I can’t stop my squirm as the vibrations from Jensen’s chuckle race through me.
“Jensen!” I murmur his name, not even sure what I’m asking for, just that I need it.
I’m on my back, legs bent and wide, to fit Jensen snugly in between, his hands now resting on my hips as he pushes me down, controlling me.
The need for friction is overwhelming as I arch up into him, desperately wanting him to do something.
His green eyes glimmer with lust, letting me know that he’s falling just as fast as I am. Pressing a kiss to my neck he whispers hoarsely in my ear.
“Are you sure you want this?”
Too overcome with passion, I can only nod my head and tug at him.
Smiling sweetly, softly, almost shyly, he pulls back slightly, positioning himself in just the right way.
My eyes skim down his lean form, a gasp escaping my lips as I take in the sight of him, all of him. His tanned skin covering those hard, tough muscles, his chest so smooth, and his lips, so red and plump.
Breathing out harshly, I realise that this moment, right here, right now, is exactly where I want to be.
And as he enters me for the first time, I know without a doubt, that nothing else matter, because all I need and all I want… is Jensen.
Present - Jensen’s POV.
At exactly seven, I’ve gathered up most of the contestants, everyone eagerly awaiting the results as the cameras whir in the background.
Jared’s been up and about for the past few hours, his ankle now bandaged up as he hobbles around on crutches.
Despite just how much I want to curl up around him and keep him hidden in a warm little bundle, I force myself to remain professional, not wanting to risk us getting caught. I have to settle with knowing that at least he is with his friends and at least he is smiling.
Just before the last contestant arrives, Jared sneaks his way up to me, apparently oblivious to the camera that’s been following him despite Jeff’s angry glare to the cameraman.
“Hey, you!” he smiles, trying to hide his pain, but I can see it etched in the corners of his eyes.
“Hey! You should be sitting! Jared, your leg‘s never gonna heal if you don‘t give it a chance.”
His lips pull into an adorable pout, “But I’d rather come see you!”
It’s cheesy, it really is, but I grin all the same, “Right. Well, I’m glad! As long as you’re okay.”
Jared nods, glancing around at the others, “So…still got your job then?”
“Looks like! Guess you’re stuck with me!”
We grin goofily at one another, and then Jared hobbles back to join the others as Mike finally arrives. Letting out a sigh, I head towards the front.
“Okay, now everyone’s here, including Jared and myself, we can begin! First up, the winner of the last competition!”
Jared’s POV.
I settle contentedly between Sophie and Tom, watching Jensen as he addresses the crowd, earning himself a murmur of laughter when he mentions our disappearing act.
Thankfully, the other contestants don’t seem too bothered, mostly just thrilled that whoever’s the next to leave the show had survived an extra day.
Mike leans over Tom to talk to me, just as Jensen begins on complementing us on how well we have all been doing.
“Hey! Secret party tonight, down by the river! Don’t miss it!”
I almost refuse, after what happened last time someone tried to get me to meet at night, I’m a bit wary, but before I can actually say anything, Jensen’s begins to announce the prizes.
“Tonight, we are only awarding first prize, the competition is getting tougher and so are we. One member will also be leaving us tonight, the public has voted for who they want out and it is up to us to make sure that person is gone by tomorrow, so without further ado… the winner!”
We all lean in as Jensen takes a pause, smiling smugly to himself knowing exactly what he’s doing to us… I should punish him for that. Hmmm, what would be most fun…?
No, concentrate Padalecki! He’s the host! No sexual thoughts!
“Okay, with a score of 95%, our winner is… Sophie!”
Sophie squeals from beside me as she grabs me into a tight hug, then she runs forwards, ready to find out what her prize is.
Grinning and cheering happily for her, I snort as Mike starts to whistle and scream like a fan girl would.
“Congratulations, Sophie!” Jensen shakes Sophie’s hand firmly, but he looks like he’d much rather hug her. “For your prize we are giving you a cruise around the Pacific, stopping off in Australia, how does that sound?”
Sophie’s gasp is audible all the way from here, and she grips Jensen in what appears to be a death grip, but is probably just a hug.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!”
Once the cheers have finished and Sophie returns to her seat, beaming, Jensen’s turns to us once more, his face solemn.
“And now, for the moment you’ve all been dreading!”