Forgotten J2
Jared's room was small. He knew it was small when he left. But after too much booze, and loud music, it seemed downright tiny. He stumbled to the bed, knees banging into everything on the way. His foot got tangled in a discarded pair of jeans rolled up on the floor. He tumbled, head hitting the corner of the side table. And that's where he stayed, lying on the bedroom floor, the bump on his forehead turning a strange blue shade.
On awaking, his head was fuzzy. He heard the honk of the SUV outside. Only after hanging out the front door, did he realize the honking was for him. "Hey Moose! You coming to work or not!" Yelled an attractive man from the back of the vehicle.
Jared stumbled out to the front walk. His head throbbing. "Um, okay." He reached for the front handle.
"Aren't ya gonna come back here and cuddle with me?" BackseatMan shot him a toothy grin and giggled. "Come on Jar. Quit fooling and lets get going."
Jar climbed into the back of the SUV, smiling uncomfortably at his new companion. "Hi."
"Hi. Are you feeling okay? Oh man, look at the knot on your head. Are you alright?" The BackseatMan stroked the lump on Jar's head softly. "What happened to you last night?"
He was quiet. What was he suppose to say? "I don't know what happened last night. I'm not really sure what's happening today, and, I don't recognize you at all. And, I don't know who Jar is. And, I don't know where I work." That about covered it. 'Okay, so I did know what to say.'
"What? Jared it is WAY to early for your brand of humor okay? And today? Seriously? I have to die today." BackseatMan stared down at a stack of papers in his hands. "Which means, you better get ready to cry, brother."
The rest of the ride was quiet. Jar tried to figure out why his riding buddy was planning to die, and why he seemed so calm about it. When they arrived at the large lot it hit Jar that he may work on some sort of movie set. "Cool." He nodded at his companion. "So what do we do here?"
BackseatMan,now WalkingInADoorMan, shot a confused look over his shoulder. "Are you serious? Really? Do you even know your name?"
"Jar? That's what you called me?" He flinched uncomfortably.
"Yeah, Jared. And I'm Jensen. Your costar, on the T.V. show Supernatural. Come on, lets go see Kristen." Jensen drug Jared toward the medical trailer. He hoped Kristen would be able to do something. Mostly she was there to check for broken bones and stop any bleeding. This may be out of her league.
They had made it about half way there, Jensen gripping Jared's sleeve and tugging him past all the excitement of the set, when Misha popped in front of them. "Hey fellas. Morning. Ya ready to die good lookin?"
"Um, hey Mish." Jensen pushed Jared toward a soft dusty chair on a living room set. "Stay here for a second Jar."
"Why does it look like a really old library threw up in here?" Jared mumbled to a guy taping wires to the floor.
Jensen tugged Misha out of earshot. "Jared conked his head and I think he lost is memory."
Misha belted out a laugh, spitting in Jensen's face a little. "Jared? Oh Jesus Ackles! You fell for that? Come on! Jared is just faking. The prank of the day."
Jensen shook his head slowly. "I don't know man. Check out the bump on his head."
Misha laughed again. "Where do you think the doofus got the idea? Hey Jared. I'm Misha. We're best friends. You owe me $200, could you pay that back today?"
Jared went for his wallet, fumbling through the large bills in surprise. "Yeah, no problem. Do you, mind big bills?"
"Nicely played. Padalecki!" Misha continued to chuckle as he walked away from the duo.
Jared stood up, ready to resume following Jensen to the nurse. Jensen pushed his shoulder. "Alright Padalecki. I'm heading for work. You, do whatever it is you do here." And he strolled away.
Jared wandered around the living room set in a daze. People bustled back and forth moving objects around the set. A few waved and smiled at him. An attractive blond woman handed him a coffee that tasted like a melted candy bar. It wasn't long before Misha strolled back over decked out in a long khaki trench coat. "Lost your memory? Bummer. I'd be happy to tell you a little bit about everyone, being your best friend and all." Misha's smile was large and toothy.
"Jensen and I seem, I don't know, closer. Are you sure he isn't my best friend? Jared eyebrows raised across his forehead.
Misha laughed again, loud enough to call attention from a few of the crew. "Oh no," Misha snickered, surprised Padalecki could keep a straight face this long. "Jen's your BOY friend."
Jared looked shocked as he stared in the direction Jensen had walked in earlier. "My . . . .?"
"Oh yeah! You guys are big gay lovers! All the time, buttsex, buttsex, buttsex. I don't know how you guys don't dehydrate or something."
Jared pointed to the ground, mouth gaping open. "We, we do it here? On set?" His throat felt thick with embarrassment.
"All the time! We have to listen to it. Oh, Jared, give it to me! Oh Jensen you feel so good. More of that hard dick big boy. It's rather disturbing." Misha patted the taller man on the shoulder. "And right now, your love is sitting in his trailer, very upset, cuz you don't even know who he is. Poor Jen."
"I should go to him." Jared nodded.
"Okay, if that's what you want. You know, eventually your gonna have to work Padalecki. But keep it up as long as you can. This is some of the best acting I've seen from you." Misha waved him toward Jensen's trailer.
Jared strolled toward the trailer marked Jensen Ackles. He thought about the morning, and the smile on Jensen's face when he invited him to come cuddle in the backseat. Maybe Misha was right, maybe that's the tingle he felt when his leg brushed against he green eyed man. He had mistaken the close proximity and easy banter for friendship, but maybe it was more. By the time he had reached Jensen's door, his mind was swimming with questions. How long had they been together? Where did they go on their first date? When was their anniversary? Jared swung the door open, ready to pelt Jensen with all the questions until he seen him.
Jensen stood in the center of the room. Tanned back bare and rippling as Jensen reached up to grab something on the top shelf of a small kitchenette. His ass was molded against he denim of his jeans and Jared could barely speak through the thickness of his own tongue. A small squeak escaped his throat, just enough to grab Jensen's attention. Jensen spun, bare chest meeting Jared's pupil blown gaze. "Hey, Padalecki, feeling better?" The brightness of his smile was almost blinding.
"Yeah." Jared's voice sounded strangled. He brushed his hair back with a nervous twitch.
"Good. Wanna come over here and lean over me?" Jen winked.
Jared's throat went dry. He felt the denim of his jeans began to pull against the hardness of his dick.
"For the scene big boy. Don't get all excited on me." Jensen walked over to him and jabbed him in the shoulder.
"Oh, I, I, I," Jared stuttered. He could smell the cologne drift off Jensen's warm skin. Jared wanted to laugh or speak or just breath, but he had lost his control. The woody scent filled his senses, he leaned in, trying to feel the warmth from the shorter actor. His tongue slipped out, only to lick the dryness of is own lips, but it betrayed his inner command and grazed the bare shoulder next to him.
"Jar?" Jensen turned, bare chest inches from Jared's own flannel clad form.
"Misha told me." Jared whispered, hands grabbing at the bare hips of his costar. "So, wanna make some noise?"
Jen continued to look confused as Jared pulled the full lips into his mouth. Jared explored, overwhelmed by the sweet taste of gummy bears and Diet Coke that tickled at his tongue. Jensen seemed frozen, his hands waving at his side, until finally settling on Jared's ass. He cupped and shoved the two straining dicks into each other, squealing at the lightening as they collided. "He told you what?"
Jensen murmured into Jared's slippery lips.
"That we have crazy hot sex on set all the time." Jared pushed the shorter man up against the door of his trailer and slid down to strip the denim off his body.
Jensen opened his mouth, ready to argue with Jared. But Jared swallowed Jensen's answer along with his dick. Jensen grabbed at the long locks of Jared's hair and pushed him farther down, basking in the feel of suction pulling him in.
Jared moaned along the shaft, sending a new sensation tickling up Jensen's spine. As Jensen's head thrashed back and forth against the door, Jared let go. He pushed Jen across a chair in the middle of the room, stepping back to admire the perfect round ass hiked up before him. "So this is why I come to work everyday." Jared pondered, finger tracing the crack lightly, then pushing into the puckered hole with sudden curiosity.
Jensen jumped, surprised by the intrusion, and surprised how good it felt. Jared's finger disappeared, when it jammed into him again it was wet and slick. Jensen pushed back into Jared, moaning with ever thrust. Two fingers shoved him farther open and pulled a scream from the shorter man. "Jared!! Jared!!" Heavy breathing filled the trailer, as Jared slammed into Jensen's sweet spot. Jared pulled his finger's out. Jensen listen to the zipper and and fabric crumple to the floor. Before he knew it, Jared's cock was sliding into him. Pain overwhelmed him at first, but soon he was pushing back into the tall man and feeling his dick bob along his stomach. Jared grabbed at Jen's thick shaft, tightly pumping along with his thrusts.
"Jen, Jen!" Jared huffed into Jensen's ear, tugging at the flesh of Jen's neck with his teeth. "I didn't remember. And I didn't know it was this good." He whimpered, trying to hold back his orgasm. "God you feel good!"
Jensen responded by cumming all over Jared's hand, filling his hand with the hot white fluid. Jared hammered into him few more times, screaming through his spasm, and flinging his body across Jensen's sweat slicked back.
A few minutes of silence brought Jensen back to reality, and suddenly embarrassed. "Jared, I have something to tell you."
Jared stood, slipping his limp cock out of Jensen with a wash of loss filling his chest. "What. . . . honey." He tried out the nickname. "Sorry, that didn't sound right."
"That's cuz, we aren't. I mean, we weren't." Jensen stammered. "Misha lied to you."
Jared stepped back, tripping in his jeans and landing on his ass. He turned red as he scrambled to pull his pants back up and get to his feet. "We hadn't had sex yet?"
Jensen flushed, hiding under his long dark lashes. "We, weren't even dating."
"FUCK! Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry. I mean, I, I really hit my head hard and I didn't. . . I'm gonna go see that nurse." Jared fought with the door knob to run out of the trailer.
Misha stood on the other side of the door, smiling at Jensen. "So, I guess, the amnesia was real? I'll be damned."
On awaking, his head was fuzzy. He heard the honk of the SUV outside. Only after hanging out the front door, did he realize the honking was for him. "Hey Moose! You coming to work or not!" Yelled an attractive man from the back of the vehicle.
Jared stumbled out to the front walk. His head throbbing. "Um, okay." He reached for the front handle.
"Aren't ya gonna come back here and cuddle with me?" BackseatMan shot him a toothy grin and giggled. "Come on Jar. Quit fooling and lets get going."
Jar climbed into the back of the SUV, smiling uncomfortably at his new companion. "Hi."
"Hi. Are you feeling okay? Oh man, look at the knot on your head. Are you alright?" The BackseatMan stroked the lump on Jar's head softly. "What happened to you last night?"
He was quiet. What was he suppose to say? "I don't know what happened last night. I'm not really sure what's happening today, and, I don't recognize you at all. And, I don't know who Jar is. And, I don't know where I work." That about covered it. 'Okay, so I did know what to say.'
"What? Jared it is WAY to early for your brand of humor okay? And today? Seriously? I have to die today." BackseatMan stared down at a stack of papers in his hands. "Which means, you better get ready to cry, brother."
The rest of the ride was quiet. Jar tried to figure out why his riding buddy was planning to die, and why he seemed so calm about it. When they arrived at the large lot it hit Jar that he may work on some sort of movie set. "Cool." He nodded at his companion. "So what do we do here?"
BackseatMan,now WalkingInADoorMan, shot a confused look over his shoulder. "Are you serious? Really? Do you even know your name?"
"Jar? That's what you called me?" He flinched uncomfortably.
"Yeah, Jared. And I'm Jensen. Your costar, on the T.V. show Supernatural. Come on, lets go see Kristen." Jensen drug Jared toward the medical trailer. He hoped Kristen would be able to do something. Mostly she was there to check for broken bones and stop any bleeding. This may be out of her league.
They had made it about half way there, Jensen gripping Jared's sleeve and tugging him past all the excitement of the set, when Misha popped in front of them. "Hey fellas. Morning. Ya ready to die good lookin?"
"Um, hey Mish." Jensen pushed Jared toward a soft dusty chair on a living room set. "Stay here for a second Jar."
"Why does it look like a really old library threw up in here?" Jared mumbled to a guy taping wires to the floor.
Jensen tugged Misha out of earshot. "Jared conked his head and I think he lost is memory."
Misha belted out a laugh, spitting in Jensen's face a little. "Jared? Oh Jesus Ackles! You fell for that? Come on! Jared is just faking. The prank of the day."
Jensen shook his head slowly. "I don't know man. Check out the bump on his head."
Misha laughed again. "Where do you think the doofus got the idea? Hey Jared. I'm Misha. We're best friends. You owe me $200, could you pay that back today?"
Jared went for his wallet, fumbling through the large bills in surprise. "Yeah, no problem. Do you, mind big bills?"
"Nicely played. Padalecki!" Misha continued to chuckle as he walked away from the duo.
Jared stood up, ready to resume following Jensen to the nurse. Jensen pushed his shoulder. "Alright Padalecki. I'm heading for work. You, do whatever it is you do here." And he strolled away.
Jared wandered around the living room set in a daze. People bustled back and forth moving objects around the set. A few waved and smiled at him. An attractive blond woman handed him a coffee that tasted like a melted candy bar. It wasn't long before Misha strolled back over decked out in a long khaki trench coat. "Lost your memory? Bummer. I'd be happy to tell you a little bit about everyone, being your best friend and all." Misha's smile was large and toothy.
"Jensen and I seem, I don't know, closer. Are you sure he isn't my best friend? Jared eyebrows raised across his forehead.
Misha laughed again, loud enough to call attention from a few of the crew. "Oh no," Misha snickered, surprised Padalecki could keep a straight face this long. "Jen's your BOY friend."
Jared looked shocked as he stared in the direction Jensen had walked in earlier. "My . . . .?"
"Oh yeah! You guys are big gay lovers! All the time, buttsex, buttsex, buttsex. I don't know how you guys don't dehydrate or something."
Jared pointed to the ground, mouth gaping open. "We, we do it here? On set?" His throat felt thick with embarrassment.
"All the time! We have to listen to it. Oh, Jared, give it to me! Oh Jensen you feel so good. More of that hard dick big boy. It's rather disturbing." Misha patted the taller man on the shoulder. "And right now, your love is sitting in his trailer, very upset, cuz you don't even know who he is. Poor Jen."
"I should go to him." Jared nodded.
"Okay, if that's what you want. You know, eventually your gonna have to work Padalecki. But keep it up as long as you can. This is some of the best acting I've seen from you." Misha waved him toward Jensen's trailer.
Jared strolled toward the trailer marked Jensen Ackles. He thought about the morning, and the smile on Jensen's face when he invited him to come cuddle in the backseat. Maybe Misha was right, maybe that's the tingle he felt when his leg brushed against he green eyed man. He had mistaken the close proximity and easy banter for friendship, but maybe it was more. By the time he had reached Jensen's door, his mind was swimming with questions. How long had they been together? Where did they go on their first date? When was their anniversary? Jared swung the door open, ready to pelt Jensen with all the questions until he seen him.
Jensen stood in the center of the room. Tanned back bare and rippling as Jensen reached up to grab something on the top shelf of a small kitchenette. His ass was molded against he denim of his jeans and Jared could barely speak through the thickness of his own tongue. A small squeak escaped his throat, just enough to grab Jensen's attention. Jensen spun, bare chest meeting Jared's pupil blown gaze. "Hey, Padalecki, feeling better?" The brightness of his smile was almost blinding.
"Yeah." Jared's voice sounded strangled. He brushed his hair back with a nervous twitch.
"Good. Wanna come over here and lean over me?" Jen winked.
Jared's throat went dry. He felt the denim of his jeans began to pull against the hardness of his dick.
"For the scene big boy. Don't get all excited on me." Jensen walked over to him and jabbed him in the shoulder.
"Oh, I, I, I," Jared stuttered. He could smell the cologne drift off Jensen's warm skin. Jared wanted to laugh or speak or just breath, but he had lost his control. The woody scent filled his senses, he leaned in, trying to feel the warmth from the shorter actor. His tongue slipped out, only to lick the dryness of is own lips, but it betrayed his inner command and grazed the bare shoulder next to him.
"Jar?" Jensen turned, bare chest inches from Jared's own flannel clad form.
"Misha told me." Jared whispered, hands grabbing at the bare hips of his costar. "So, wanna make some noise?"
Jen continued to look confused as Jared pulled the full lips into his mouth. Jared explored, overwhelmed by the sweet taste of gummy bears and Diet Coke that tickled at his tongue. Jensen seemed frozen, his hands waving at his side, until finally settling on Jared's ass. He cupped and shoved the two straining dicks into each other, squealing at the lightening as they collided. "He told you what?"
Jensen murmured into Jared's slippery lips.
"That we have crazy hot sex on set all the time." Jared pushed the shorter man up against the door of his trailer and slid down to strip the denim off his body.
Jensen opened his mouth, ready to argue with Jared. But Jared swallowed Jensen's answer along with his dick. Jensen grabbed at the long locks of Jared's hair and pushed him farther down, basking in the feel of suction pulling him in.
Jared moaned along the shaft, sending a new sensation tickling up Jensen's spine. As Jensen's head thrashed back and forth against the door, Jared let go. He pushed Jen across a chair in the middle of the room, stepping back to admire the perfect round ass hiked up before him. "So this is why I come to work everyday." Jared pondered, finger tracing the crack lightly, then pushing into the puckered hole with sudden curiosity.
Jensen jumped, surprised by the intrusion, and surprised how good it felt. Jared's finger disappeared, when it jammed into him again it was wet and slick. Jensen pushed back into Jared, moaning with ever thrust. Two fingers shoved him farther open and pulled a scream from the shorter man. "Jared!! Jared!!" Heavy breathing filled the trailer, as Jared slammed into Jensen's sweet spot. Jared pulled his finger's out. Jensen listen to the zipper and and fabric crumple to the floor. Before he knew it, Jared's cock was sliding into him. Pain overwhelmed him at first, but soon he was pushing back into the tall man and feeling his dick bob along his stomach. Jared grabbed at Jen's thick shaft, tightly pumping along with his thrusts.
"Jen, Jen!" Jared huffed into Jensen's ear, tugging at the flesh of Jen's neck with his teeth. "I didn't remember. And I didn't know it was this good." He whimpered, trying to hold back his orgasm. "God you feel good!"
Jensen responded by cumming all over Jared's hand, filling his hand with the hot white fluid. Jared hammered into him few more times, screaming through his spasm, and flinging his body across Jensen's sweat slicked back.
A few minutes of silence brought Jensen back to reality, and suddenly embarrassed. "Jared, I have something to tell you."
Jared stood, slipping his limp cock out of Jensen with a wash of loss filling his chest. "What. . . . honey." He tried out the nickname. "Sorry, that didn't sound right."
"That's cuz, we aren't. I mean, we weren't." Jensen stammered. "Misha lied to you."
Jared stepped back, tripping in his jeans and landing on his ass. He turned red as he scrambled to pull his pants back up and get to his feet. "We hadn't had sex yet?"
Jensen flushed, hiding under his long dark lashes. "We, weren't even dating."
"FUCK! Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry. I mean, I, I really hit my head hard and I didn't. . . I'm gonna go see that nurse." Jared fought with the door knob to run out of the trailer.
Misha stood on the other side of the door, smiling at Jensen. "So, I guess, the amnesia was real? I'll be damned."