Fic: The Mice Will Play (Part 1)
Title: The Mice Will Play
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true, didn't happen, at least as far as I know.
Summary: Jeff has to go out of town for a shoot and Jensen's left to his own devices.
"I'll be fine."
"I don't have to go, I told them when I took the role that I wasn't leaving LA, not now. I can hold them to it--"
"Jeff." Jensen said, reaching out and finding Jeff's shoulders and squeezed. "You want this role. It's all you've been talking about for weeks. I'll be fine, really. I've got Andi to take me anywhere I need to go, and the studio has offered in the past to send a car." He smiled as he pulled Jeff closer. "I can do this. I need to do this, Jeff."
He heard Jeff take a deep breath and let it out noisily. "What about the dogs--"
"I know where the food is and it's my eyes that don't work, not my legs."
"You can't cook--"
"Take out." Jensen replied. "I got a whole list. And I think Mama Carlson has offered to feed me at least once." He gave Jeff a quick kiss. "It's just a weekend. I'll call, text and generally harass you until it'll be like you never left."
"I just--" Jensen cut Jeff off before he could finish.
"I know."
* * *
Jensen grumbled as he half heard Jeff get up. Jeff's flight was at too fucking early o'clock, but he was getting a studio car to pick him up. He was about to start to move when Jeff's hand landed on his shoulder, and there was a kiss to the back of his neck. "Sleep. I'll make coffee before I go."
Jensen felt the bed dip, but it wasn't heavy enough to be Jeff, so he figured it was Bandit and dozed back off.
He woke again as he felt a kiss brush against his temple. Jensen fumbled for the alarm clock. "Just getting ready to go," Jeff told him quietly. "You don't have to get up yet."
"Time'zit?" he mumbled, giving up finding the alarm clock. He latched onto Jeff's wrist instead and pulled.
Jeff chuckled and sat down on the bed's edge, giving Jensen a light kiss. "Just after five. You sure you're gonna be ok while I'm gone?"
Jensen yawned, and nodded. "Peachy. Work, take out, Kane concert, won't even know you're gone."
Jensen heard Jeff chuckle, "As long as I won't be missed."
Jensen dragged him down, kissing him. "Didn't say you wouldn’t be missed."
Jeff kissed him one last time before pulling away, "I'll text when I get there."
"Better, can't have text sex otherwise," Jensen grumbled, already sliding back to sleep as Jeff got up off the bed.
* * *
Jensen slapped the alarm clock and swore when he heard the time. "Fuck fuck, fuck," he growled as he threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. He was late, he wasn't going to have enough time for a shower, maybe not even coffee. He tripped over a shoe and swore again as he managed to catch himself before he slammed into the dog. "Goddammit, Jeff!" he yelled. He heard the dogs shuffling, probably getting out of the room while the gettin’ was good.
He grabbed clean clothes and hoped Jeff remembered to put the clothes away in the order they’d agreed on. Otherwise he was going to look like he got changed in the dark, which while true, was not something he wanted to present to the world.
Jensen physically stopped when he hit the kitchen, socks still in one hand. The kitchen hadn’t been a good place for him before he lost his sight and it was the one place that Jeff honestly feared him going. Jensen thought that if Jeff had his way, there’d be a door with a padlock to keep him out. Jensen reached out and placed the socks on the breakfast bar. He remembered something about Jeff making coffee before he left. Jensen hoped the pot hadn’t switched itself off, and that Jeff put out his travel mug.
Moving to the coffee pot, Jensen smiled as he felt the travel mug right next to the pot, which was still warm. “Thank god, for small favors,” he mumbled, hooking his finger over the top of the mug as he poured the coffee into it. When the hot liquid gold hit his finger, he stopped pouring and sucked the few drops off his finger. He took a gulp of coffee, and then another, figuring he could get Andi to top off his mug before they left. He let out a sigh, and grabbed his phone to text Jeff.
“Siri, text Jeff Morgan,” he said, tapping at the bluetooth headpiece. He'd found out the hard way to always use the full name. Jeff Padalecki had not been amused by his misdirected text.
“You have one unread text message. Would you like to read it first?”
Jensen grinned, Jeff must have gotten in. “Sure, show message.”
“You have one message from Andi Pee Aie.” Jensen frowned, when the hell did Andi text him. If he was that late, she’d have honked and then rang the doorbell. Or called. “Jensen, not feeling well, can’t pick you up. Will be there by U ARE final call. Sorry.”
Jensen stared at the phone for a few seconds. “You are fucking shitting me.” His fucking PA had left him a text message. She fucking texted her blind employer to tell him she wasn’t coming to do the one thing he couldn’t fucking do for himself. A fucking text message to say she wasn't coming and there were no backup plans. "Siri, when did the message come in?"
"Message received at 8:25 A M." Jensen glared at his phone. He knew what happened, she woke up late and texted him so he wouldn’t yell at her. Which was fine to know, but didn't fucking help him now. He had to be at the studio by nine. He was going to be late. He could either call a cab and deal with a possible asshole or he could suck up his pride and call the studio.
"Siri, call DC Studios."
* * *
Jensen rubbed his head. He felt like he was in that Grover book his nephews loved. When the car had arrived, he'd been so rushed he forgot to put the top on his mug and dumped it all over himself. While he'd grabbed his messenger bag, his wallet was somewhere else probably cavorting with his braille reader. He was fucking glad he'd treated this like any other acting gig and memorized his lines. It was still slow going; he was dragging production down.
"Here."
Jensen didn’t looked up as his noise picked up the smell of coffee. Someone had gotten him coffee. "Thanks," he mumbled, not really wanting to deal with anyone right now.
"Straight black, right?"
Jensen nodded, “Yeah.” Crispin, his brain supplied. His character’s brand new partner in crime, literally. “Thanks,” he repeated louder, his momma’s manners kicking in.
He heard Crispin sit and bit back a sigh. He really wasn’t in the mood for company but he also wasn’t about to piss off a cast member of the show. Not when he was currently just an arc. “You’re really impressive,” Crispin said out of the blue. “I mean it, most film actors come in, look down at the rest of us and are shit. You’re good.”
“Not today,” Jensen grumbled, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling his gut relax. He hadn’t wanted to hold up production anymore than he already had by being late.
“No,” Crispin agreed, “today’s not your best day. Hard night?”
Jensen snorted into his coffee. “I wish. Nah, just a bad morning.”
“I heard that they’re working on a backup plan for you. In case of more bad mornings.”
Jensen swallowed hard. He wasn’t surprise to hear this, he knew he’d epically screwed up today. It was even more galling after all the shit that DC had done for him. Emailing him the scripts, sending the car. He wasn’t stupid, he knew no one else got the favors he did. He just wished they’d give him a warning, let him correct his mistakes before firing him. Or maybe this was the warning, from Crispin, who was a series regular and had been in the business for a long while. “Thanks, can’t say I blame them.” he croaked out again.
Jensen heard the sympathy in Crispin’s voice as he replied, “They’re just protecting their investment.”
* * *
Not fucking again. How fucking hard is it to get in the fucking car and pick me up? Jensen silently fumed. He flicked his phone again, and it duly told him what he already knew. That Andi was officially forty-five minutes late with no call or even a fucking text to tell him when she was showing up. Jensen growled. There was absolutely nothing she could say at this point that would involve her saving her job. He amused himself for a minute by thinking of all the ways he was going to tell her she was fired. Just as soon as he saw her. He amended his plans slightly, if she showed up in the next few minutes he’d take the ride home and then fire her. He wasn’t quite pissed off enough to ignore all reason.
“Jensen, have any plans for the weekend?”
Jensen turned toward the voice of Bruce Wayne. “Right now, firing my PA.” He snorted, “Just for shits and giggles, there’s not a car idling right in front of me, is there?”
He heard Bruce laugh, “No, sorry. Just you and me. Need a ride?”
Jensen’s first instinct was to say no, he didn’t want to be a bother any more than he’d already been to everyone, but he honestly he didn’t have a lot of options and he wasn’t about to impose on the studio again. “As long as it’s not out of your way?”
“Not at all.”
Ten minutes later they were cruising through Friday evening LA traffic. “Jeff on a shoot? He usually picks you up.” Bruce asked.
Jensen nodded, “yeah, out of town for the weekend. Shouldn’t have been a big deal but...”
“Best laid plans,” Bruce finished.
Jensen nodded, “It’s not all bad. With Jeff out, it means I can have all the crappy take out that Jeff absolutely hates. I’ve got a list.”
Bruce chuckled again, and Jensen found himself relaxing with the older man. “What about you? Grand plans for the weekend?”
“We’re thinking of taking the kids to Disney, and I’m sure I’ll be working around the house.”
“Honey do list,” Jensen said, with a grin. Before Bruce could answer, Jensen’s phone alerted him to a text message.
“Go ahead,” Bruce said, when Jensen hesitated.
Jensen clicked his bluetooth, reminding himself it was better to look like a douche than it was to have everyone listening to his text messages. Especially the ones from Jeff that were, well, private.
“One message from Jeff Morgan,” Siri informed him. “Just checking in. Didn’t hear from U all day. Call me ell-eight-are.”
Jensen bit back a groan. He’d meant to text when he got to the studio but when the day had gone to shit, he’d completely forgotten.
“Everything ok?” Bruce asked.
Jensen nodded, “Yeah, just Jeff checking in. He worries like a Jewish mother.”
* * *
“Thanks, man. Keep the change,” Jensen said, taking the bag of Thai food from the delivery guy.
“You have a good night,” the kid replied.
Jensen shut the door and wandered back toward the living room. His beer was sweating on its coaster as he opened the food. “Yeah... that’s right.” He moaned, as he took the first bite of the pad see ew. “Come to daddy.”
His phone jingled, letting him know he had a new text message. “Siri, read message.” Jensen said, not bothering to grab his bluetooth or braille reader.
“One message from Jeff Morgan,” Siri replied, “Call me.”
Jensen frowned and reached over to pick up the phone. “Siri, call Jeff Morgan.”
As Siri dialed, Jensen took another bite of his food. He swallowed when he heard Jeff’s voice growl out a hello. “You’re in a good mood,” Jensen said leaning back on the couch and taking a sip of his beer.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jensen! What the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve been going out of my mind worrying. What the fuck happened?”
Jensen frowned, “You need to calm down. I’m fine, just had a fucking shitty day and you’re not helping.”
“I’m not-- Jensen I thought something had happened to you. Jesus, the things that were going through my head...”
“I’m fine,” Jensen reiterated. “It was a shitty day and frankly,” he paused and took a breath, “I figured if I told you about it, this would be your reaction.”
There was silence on the other end and Jensen waited. Jeff had been nothing but awesome, but then there were times, like now, when he just went off. He could imagine Jeff pacing, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm down. “I’m fine,” Jensen repeated for the third time. “the dogs are fine; we’re all good here.”
“What happened?” Jensen could hear the change in Jeff’s tone. It wasn’t there yet, Jeff was still waiting to ride to his rescue, but it was better. Jensen weighed what he wanted to tell Jeff, what would send Jeff running to his rescue, and what would calm him down so they could maybe get to more pleasurable subjects.
“I fired Andi.” Jensen said, grabbing his food. “After she didn’t show to pick me up and then again to bring me home, I think she might have actually fired herself.” He heard Jeff take a breath and he continued, “I handled it, but it means my plans for the weekend have drastically reduced.” He took a bite and bit back a moan. “Seriously man, other than I’m going to have to bribe Dani to take me to Kane’s gig tomorrow, it’s not that big of a deal.”
Jeff let out a breath and Jensen could tell he was almost there. The tension was draining out of Jeff and he was probably sitting back down in an armchair. There was a somewhat forced chuckle and then, “are you eating Thai from that disgusting restaurant?” Jensen smiled at the obvious change of subject. He’d tell Jeff about all the rest of it when he got back.
“Not disgusting, s’awesome!” Jensen said around another mouthful. “You just have no taste.”
That got Jensen another chuckle, this one less forced, “one of us has taste, I’m not sure it’s you.”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?” Jensen retorted with a grin. “Automatically make me the one with taste.”
"That so," Jeff purred in Jensen's ear and Jensen swallowed down the bite of food he had. "What else does it make you?"
Jensen licked his lips and put the food back on the table, making sure it was out of the line of any type of fire. "Yours," he breathed.
"S'right, sweetheart. You are." Jeff purred again. "Missed you today."
"Missed you too," Jensen replied, licking his lips again. "Wanted you to make me feel better when I got home."
"Yeah? How did you want me to do that, sweetheart?" Jeff asked.
Jensen settled deeper into the couch, his legs falling open as he got comfortable. "Was hoping for a little TLC. You know, strip me down and show me how awesome I am."
"You feeling unloved, babe? Need me to get on my knees and worship you?"
"Yeah," Jensen breathed, his jeans getting tight as he palmed his dick. "That's exactly what I was hoping for. You on your knees, hands on my hips. I'd be standing in front of you, naked as a jaybird--"
"Your hands would be in my hair, guiding me where you wanted me to go, showing me exactly how you want me."
Jensen unsnapped his jeans. "Yeah, your mouth would feel so good on my cock. Just the right amount of suction. You'd be playing with my balls, rolling them in your hands. Feel so good when you do that."
"Tell me what else you like, Jens."
Jensen groaned as he freed his cock from his pants. "Love holding onto your hair, showing you where I want your mouth. Fucking your mouth, you taking all of it. Want to watch you swallow around my dick, fucking love the feeling of it."
"Mmm... like the sound of that. My other hand going to massage your prostate. Get those sparks flying behind your eyes. Light you up like a firecracker."
Jensen slid his hand over his cock, thumbing the tip to use the precum to slick it. "Fuck, yeah...." he breathed out, swallowing hard.
"You'd be trying so hard to keep control, make it last. I fucking love seeing that control shatter." Jeff's voice hitched and Jensen could easily picture him, fisting his cock, getting close.
"Yo-you'd swallow me down, fuck, pressing just right and I'd cum down your throat. You'd fucking swallow it all and then... jesus it'd feel so good. Make my toes curl." Jensen's back arched as he imagined it, Jeff on his knees. "You'd lay me out on the couch, pull out your cock from your pants. You'd fist it, wouldn't fucking take much. God, you'd cum all over me. Show me, I'm all yours."
"Fuck, Jens." Jeff breathed out. "Fuck, Jesus... yeah. Yeah..." Jeff's breath stuttered and Jensen imagined him coming over his fingers. Jensen grunted as his hand tightened around his cock as his own orgasm hit. Jensen let himself breath into the phone as he wiped his hand on his jeans and tucked himself back into his pants.
"Still there, Jeff?" Jensen asked after a few minutes of breathing on the phone.
"Yeah... just wondering how I'm going to explain this to wardrobe."
Jensen snorted, and went to grab his food. He took a quick sniff to make sure it hadn't been fouled, and took a bite. "You jacked off in costume? Do you want to be wearing lederhosen for the rest of the week?" Jensen shook his head as he took a bite of the food, remembering the time he'd ruined Dean's jeans and the retaliation that had ensued. He learned his lesson. All sex in the trailer was done after he'd returned everything to wardrobe.
"I'm lucky I got back to my trailer before I whipped it out in public. Was between scenes."
Jensen choked on his food. "That... um..."
Jeff laughed and Jensen could picture him doubling over with laughter with that devilish smirk on his face. He wondered if Jeff was laying on the bed with his cock out, and his dick gave an interested twitch. "Done for the night, Jens. Jesus, I can be professional sometimes." Jensen knew that Jeff was professional the entire time on set. While he'd goof off with them, when they'd done a scene it'd been nothing but business.
"Yeah," Jensen said around another bite. "Other than me giving you a mini heart attack, which is your own fucking fault for not trusting me, how was the shoot?"
Jensen settled back, letting Jeff talk about the set, his castmates and the job.
* * *
Jensen let out a long breath as he finished tying his running shoes. The plan had been to take Bandit over to Wilacre Park for a good long run. Bisou was pretty content with the backyard these days, but Jensen could hear Bandit getting antsy. He needed to run, get out all that energy or he’d get destructive. Jensen could relate. He’d done the loop a few times with Jeff, and had a good feel for the lay of the land. He’d been reasonably confident that he could do that loop on his own. Unfortunately, that plan had hinged on having Andi around to drive him. With Andi out of the picture, Jensen was going to have figure something else out.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and dialed a number. “Hey Jensen. How’d you know I was on a break?” Danneel asked.
“Magic powers,” Jensen drawled, though he cringed. He’d forgotten that Dani was working on a new movie. “I was calling to ask a favor, but I think I already know the answer.”
“Yeah? Lemme guess, you’re desperate for my hot bod and hoping I’d be available for hot kinky sex?” Danneel asked with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s totally it,” Jensen snarked back, a smile gracing his features. “The fact that I like dick means nothing compared to you.”
That got him a full blown laugh. “Now that we’ve made that clear, what do you really want, Jensen?”
Jensen leaned back into the couch. “Jeff’s out of town and Andi fired herself yesterday. I was hoping you’d be up for a run with me and Bandit.”
There was another chuckle and Jensen could easily imagine the smirk on her lips. “You mean you want a ride to wherever you were planning on running and you’d be willing to allow me the pleasure of your company as payment.”
“No,” Jensen said, defensively. That hadn’t been the whole plan. He’d been thinking of offering coffee afterwards. His treat.
“Uh huh,” She drawled and now Jensen could well imagine the eyebrow raised at him. Woman always did have a way of deducing his plans and pointing out all the flaws. “Unfortunately, I can’t. I’m working late tonight. Probably won’t make it to the Kane gig either, in case that was your other favor.”
Jensen swore. “Shit. Maybe I can get Christian to drive.”
“You better catch him before sound check then. You know he’s playing with Brian Nutter tonight and not Steve?” Danneel replied, sounding genuinely sorry.
Jensen frowned, he hadn’t known that. He’d assumed it was a typical Kane concert. “Fuck, no I didn’t.” He rubbed his head. This was turning into a nightmare. It was like being fifteen all over again, only no parents or older brother to drive him. “Shit.”
“If I get done early, I’ll give you a call.” Dani said. “I’m dying to see how this whole thing goes with Kane and this Brian guy. Christian’s manager, Eric, set it up, and Steve’s... being Steve about the whole thing.”
Jensen rubbed his forehead. “Where is Steve?”
There was a laugh, “Steve’s in Europe. How did you miss all this, Jensen? It’s a huge clusterfuck and I’ve been hearing nothing but bitching from Steve all week.”
“Everything ok?” Jensen asked. He’d thought that Steve and Christian had finally come to some sort of understanding. Not that he completely understood that entire relationship, but he’d gotten the feeling they’d settled down.
“Oh sure. Steve just got double booked and forgot until after everything had been finalized. Eric scrambled and found Brian. This Brian couldn’t be trying harder to suck Kane’s cock and Eric's not above whoring out Christian to get Brian. Naturally, Steve’s being a jealous, obsessive freak.” Danneel informed him. How did she know all this shit? He shook his head. She always knew everything. Jensen chalked it up to her being female; women always seemed to know everything. Which explained why he never knew anything, being with Jeff.
“Huh,” Jensen said, not sure what else to say. “If I get there, I’ll give you a full report.”
“You better.” She retorted. There was a sigh and then “I gotta get back.”
Jensen bit back a sigh, “I know. Knock’em dead.” The phone disconnected and Jensen rubbed his forehead again. He noisily blew out a breath and felt Bandit lean against his leg. “Now what’re we gonna do?” he asked, scratching Bandit’s head.
He sat back and bit his lip before shaking his head, “This is bullshit! I know this fucking neighborhood, we can do this.” He scratched Bandit’s head, before getting up. “C’mon, let’s go for a run.”
It took him about twenty minutes to program a route into his phone, find his bluetooth headset and get ready. Clicking on Bandit’s leash, Jensen let out a breath. “Alright pal, just like we practiced, ok?”
As he got into a rhythm he felt his nerves settle. There was little traffic, the sun was shining, and Bandit hadn’t tried to kill him yet. Granted he wasn’t listening to any music, but that was fine. It was kinda nice to listen to the quiet of the neighborhood. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before.
BAM! His leg slammed into something, and down he went. “Motherfucker!” He yelled, wincing as he felt gravel digging into his palms. “Fucking hell, it’s fucking Saturday and the motherfucking Ryans haven’t taken in their goddamn motherfucking recycling bin. AGAIN! Jesus fuck, garbage day is fucking Tuesday!” Jensen spat out, as he sat up. He massaged his right knee where he’d banged it on the sidewalk and kicked out with his left foot, connecting with the bin in question. He hoped the fucking thing ended up in the fucking street and someone hit the goddamn thing. At least then, maybe the fucking Ryans would remember to bring in their fucking bins.
Bandit came over, climbed on Jensen lap and licked at Jensen’s face, apparently worried Jensen had brained himself. Jensen chuckled tiredly as he tried to avoid the dog breath. “You’re not helping, pal.”
Part 2
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true, didn't happen, at least as far as I know.
Summary: Jeff has to go out of town for a shoot and Jensen's left to his own devices.
"I'll be fine."
"I don't have to go, I told them when I took the role that I wasn't leaving LA, not now. I can hold them to it--"
"Jeff." Jensen said, reaching out and finding Jeff's shoulders and squeezed. "You want this role. It's all you've been talking about for weeks. I'll be fine, really. I've got Andi to take me anywhere I need to go, and the studio has offered in the past to send a car." He smiled as he pulled Jeff closer. "I can do this. I need to do this, Jeff."
He heard Jeff take a deep breath and let it out noisily. "What about the dogs--"
"I know where the food is and it's my eyes that don't work, not my legs."
"You can't cook--"
"Take out." Jensen replied. "I got a whole list. And I think Mama Carlson has offered to feed me at least once." He gave Jeff a quick kiss. "It's just a weekend. I'll call, text and generally harass you until it'll be like you never left."
"I just--" Jensen cut Jeff off before he could finish.
"I know."
* * *
Jensen grumbled as he half heard Jeff get up. Jeff's flight was at too fucking early o'clock, but he was getting a studio car to pick him up. He was about to start to move when Jeff's hand landed on his shoulder, and there was a kiss to the back of his neck. "Sleep. I'll make coffee before I go."
Jensen felt the bed dip, but it wasn't heavy enough to be Jeff, so he figured it was Bandit and dozed back off.
He woke again as he felt a kiss brush against his temple. Jensen fumbled for the alarm clock. "Just getting ready to go," Jeff told him quietly. "You don't have to get up yet."
"Time'zit?" he mumbled, giving up finding the alarm clock. He latched onto Jeff's wrist instead and pulled.
Jeff chuckled and sat down on the bed's edge, giving Jensen a light kiss. "Just after five. You sure you're gonna be ok while I'm gone?"
Jensen yawned, and nodded. "Peachy. Work, take out, Kane concert, won't even know you're gone."
Jensen heard Jeff chuckle, "As long as I won't be missed."
Jensen dragged him down, kissing him. "Didn't say you wouldn’t be missed."
Jeff kissed him one last time before pulling away, "I'll text when I get there."
"Better, can't have text sex otherwise," Jensen grumbled, already sliding back to sleep as Jeff got up off the bed.
* * *
Jensen slapped the alarm clock and swore when he heard the time. "Fuck fuck, fuck," he growled as he threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. He was late, he wasn't going to have enough time for a shower, maybe not even coffee. He tripped over a shoe and swore again as he managed to catch himself before he slammed into the dog. "Goddammit, Jeff!" he yelled. He heard the dogs shuffling, probably getting out of the room while the gettin’ was good.
He grabbed clean clothes and hoped Jeff remembered to put the clothes away in the order they’d agreed on. Otherwise he was going to look like he got changed in the dark, which while true, was not something he wanted to present to the world.
Jensen physically stopped when he hit the kitchen, socks still in one hand. The kitchen hadn’t been a good place for him before he lost his sight and it was the one place that Jeff honestly feared him going. Jensen thought that if Jeff had his way, there’d be a door with a padlock to keep him out. Jensen reached out and placed the socks on the breakfast bar. He remembered something about Jeff making coffee before he left. Jensen hoped the pot hadn’t switched itself off, and that Jeff put out his travel mug.
Moving to the coffee pot, Jensen smiled as he felt the travel mug right next to the pot, which was still warm. “Thank god, for small favors,” he mumbled, hooking his finger over the top of the mug as he poured the coffee into it. When the hot liquid gold hit his finger, he stopped pouring and sucked the few drops off his finger. He took a gulp of coffee, and then another, figuring he could get Andi to top off his mug before they left. He let out a sigh, and grabbed his phone to text Jeff.
“Siri, text Jeff Morgan,” he said, tapping at the bluetooth headpiece. He'd found out the hard way to always use the full name. Jeff Padalecki had not been amused by his misdirected text.
“You have one unread text message. Would you like to read it first?”
Jensen grinned, Jeff must have gotten in. “Sure, show message.”
“You have one message from Andi Pee Aie.” Jensen frowned, when the hell did Andi text him. If he was that late, she’d have honked and then rang the doorbell. Or called. “Jensen, not feeling well, can’t pick you up. Will be there by U ARE final call. Sorry.”
Jensen stared at the phone for a few seconds. “You are fucking shitting me.” His fucking PA had left him a text message. She fucking texted her blind employer to tell him she wasn’t coming to do the one thing he couldn’t fucking do for himself. A fucking text message to say she wasn't coming and there were no backup plans. "Siri, when did the message come in?"
"Message received at 8:25 A M." Jensen glared at his phone. He knew what happened, she woke up late and texted him so he wouldn’t yell at her. Which was fine to know, but didn't fucking help him now. He had to be at the studio by nine. He was going to be late. He could either call a cab and deal with a possible asshole or he could suck up his pride and call the studio.
"Siri, call DC Studios."
* * *
Jensen rubbed his head. He felt like he was in that Grover book his nephews loved. When the car had arrived, he'd been so rushed he forgot to put the top on his mug and dumped it all over himself. While he'd grabbed his messenger bag, his wallet was somewhere else probably cavorting with his braille reader. He was fucking glad he'd treated this like any other acting gig and memorized his lines. It was still slow going; he was dragging production down.
"Here."
Jensen didn’t looked up as his noise picked up the smell of coffee. Someone had gotten him coffee. "Thanks," he mumbled, not really wanting to deal with anyone right now.
"Straight black, right?"
Jensen nodded, “Yeah.” Crispin, his brain supplied. His character’s brand new partner in crime, literally. “Thanks,” he repeated louder, his momma’s manners kicking in.
He heard Crispin sit and bit back a sigh. He really wasn’t in the mood for company but he also wasn’t about to piss off a cast member of the show. Not when he was currently just an arc. “You’re really impressive,” Crispin said out of the blue. “I mean it, most film actors come in, look down at the rest of us and are shit. You’re good.”
“Not today,” Jensen grumbled, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling his gut relax. He hadn’t wanted to hold up production anymore than he already had by being late.
“No,” Crispin agreed, “today’s not your best day. Hard night?”
Jensen snorted into his coffee. “I wish. Nah, just a bad morning.”
“I heard that they’re working on a backup plan for you. In case of more bad mornings.”
Jensen swallowed hard. He wasn’t surprise to hear this, he knew he’d epically screwed up today. It was even more galling after all the shit that DC had done for him. Emailing him the scripts, sending the car. He wasn’t stupid, he knew no one else got the favors he did. He just wished they’d give him a warning, let him correct his mistakes before firing him. Or maybe this was the warning, from Crispin, who was a series regular and had been in the business for a long while. “Thanks, can’t say I blame them.” he croaked out again.
Jensen heard the sympathy in Crispin’s voice as he replied, “They’re just protecting their investment.”
* * *
Not fucking again. How fucking hard is it to get in the fucking car and pick me up? Jensen silently fumed. He flicked his phone again, and it duly told him what he already knew. That Andi was officially forty-five minutes late with no call or even a fucking text to tell him when she was showing up. Jensen growled. There was absolutely nothing she could say at this point that would involve her saving her job. He amused himself for a minute by thinking of all the ways he was going to tell her she was fired. Just as soon as he saw her. He amended his plans slightly, if she showed up in the next few minutes he’d take the ride home and then fire her. He wasn’t quite pissed off enough to ignore all reason.
“Jensen, have any plans for the weekend?”
Jensen turned toward the voice of Bruce Wayne. “Right now, firing my PA.” He snorted, “Just for shits and giggles, there’s not a car idling right in front of me, is there?”
He heard Bruce laugh, “No, sorry. Just you and me. Need a ride?”
Jensen’s first instinct was to say no, he didn’t want to be a bother any more than he’d already been to everyone, but he honestly he didn’t have a lot of options and he wasn’t about to impose on the studio again. “As long as it’s not out of your way?”
“Not at all.”
Ten minutes later they were cruising through Friday evening LA traffic. “Jeff on a shoot? He usually picks you up.” Bruce asked.
Jensen nodded, “yeah, out of town for the weekend. Shouldn’t have been a big deal but...”
“Best laid plans,” Bruce finished.
Jensen nodded, “It’s not all bad. With Jeff out, it means I can have all the crappy take out that Jeff absolutely hates. I’ve got a list.”
Bruce chuckled again, and Jensen found himself relaxing with the older man. “What about you? Grand plans for the weekend?”
“We’re thinking of taking the kids to Disney, and I’m sure I’ll be working around the house.”
“Honey do list,” Jensen said, with a grin. Before Bruce could answer, Jensen’s phone alerted him to a text message.
“Go ahead,” Bruce said, when Jensen hesitated.
Jensen clicked his bluetooth, reminding himself it was better to look like a douche than it was to have everyone listening to his text messages. Especially the ones from Jeff that were, well, private.
“One message from Jeff Morgan,” Siri informed him. “Just checking in. Didn’t hear from U all day. Call me ell-eight-are.”
Jensen bit back a groan. He’d meant to text when he got to the studio but when the day had gone to shit, he’d completely forgotten.
“Everything ok?” Bruce asked.
Jensen nodded, “Yeah, just Jeff checking in. He worries like a Jewish mother.”
* * *
“Thanks, man. Keep the change,” Jensen said, taking the bag of Thai food from the delivery guy.
“You have a good night,” the kid replied.
Jensen shut the door and wandered back toward the living room. His beer was sweating on its coaster as he opened the food. “Yeah... that’s right.” He moaned, as he took the first bite of the pad see ew. “Come to daddy.”
His phone jingled, letting him know he had a new text message. “Siri, read message.” Jensen said, not bothering to grab his bluetooth or braille reader.
“One message from Jeff Morgan,” Siri replied, “Call me.”
Jensen frowned and reached over to pick up the phone. “Siri, call Jeff Morgan.”
As Siri dialed, Jensen took another bite of his food. He swallowed when he heard Jeff’s voice growl out a hello. “You’re in a good mood,” Jensen said leaning back on the couch and taking a sip of his beer.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jensen! What the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve been going out of my mind worrying. What the fuck happened?”
Jensen frowned, “You need to calm down. I’m fine, just had a fucking shitty day and you’re not helping.”
“I’m not-- Jensen I thought something had happened to you. Jesus, the things that were going through my head...”
“I’m fine,” Jensen reiterated. “It was a shitty day and frankly,” he paused and took a breath, “I figured if I told you about it, this would be your reaction.”
There was silence on the other end and Jensen waited. Jeff had been nothing but awesome, but then there were times, like now, when he just went off. He could imagine Jeff pacing, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm down. “I’m fine,” Jensen repeated for the third time. “the dogs are fine; we’re all good here.”
“What happened?” Jensen could hear the change in Jeff’s tone. It wasn’t there yet, Jeff was still waiting to ride to his rescue, but it was better. Jensen weighed what he wanted to tell Jeff, what would send Jeff running to his rescue, and what would calm him down so they could maybe get to more pleasurable subjects.
“I fired Andi.” Jensen said, grabbing his food. “After she didn’t show to pick me up and then again to bring me home, I think she might have actually fired herself.” He heard Jeff take a breath and he continued, “I handled it, but it means my plans for the weekend have drastically reduced.” He took a bite and bit back a moan. “Seriously man, other than I’m going to have to bribe Dani to take me to Kane’s gig tomorrow, it’s not that big of a deal.”
Jeff let out a breath and Jensen could tell he was almost there. The tension was draining out of Jeff and he was probably sitting back down in an armchair. There was a somewhat forced chuckle and then, “are you eating Thai from that disgusting restaurant?” Jensen smiled at the obvious change of subject. He’d tell Jeff about all the rest of it when he got back.
“Not disgusting, s’awesome!” Jensen said around another mouthful. “You just have no taste.”
That got Jensen another chuckle, this one less forced, “one of us has taste, I’m not sure it’s you.”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?” Jensen retorted with a grin. “Automatically make me the one with taste.”
"That so," Jeff purred in Jensen's ear and Jensen swallowed down the bite of food he had. "What else does it make you?"
Jensen licked his lips and put the food back on the table, making sure it was out of the line of any type of fire. "Yours," he breathed.
"S'right, sweetheart. You are." Jeff purred again. "Missed you today."
"Missed you too," Jensen replied, licking his lips again. "Wanted you to make me feel better when I got home."
"Yeah? How did you want me to do that, sweetheart?" Jeff asked.
Jensen settled deeper into the couch, his legs falling open as he got comfortable. "Was hoping for a little TLC. You know, strip me down and show me how awesome I am."
"You feeling unloved, babe? Need me to get on my knees and worship you?"
"Yeah," Jensen breathed, his jeans getting tight as he palmed his dick. "That's exactly what I was hoping for. You on your knees, hands on my hips. I'd be standing in front of you, naked as a jaybird--"
"Your hands would be in my hair, guiding me where you wanted me to go, showing me exactly how you want me."
Jensen unsnapped his jeans. "Yeah, your mouth would feel so good on my cock. Just the right amount of suction. You'd be playing with my balls, rolling them in your hands. Feel so good when you do that."
"Tell me what else you like, Jens."
Jensen groaned as he freed his cock from his pants. "Love holding onto your hair, showing you where I want your mouth. Fucking your mouth, you taking all of it. Want to watch you swallow around my dick, fucking love the feeling of it."
"Mmm... like the sound of that. My other hand going to massage your prostate. Get those sparks flying behind your eyes. Light you up like a firecracker."
Jensen slid his hand over his cock, thumbing the tip to use the precum to slick it. "Fuck, yeah...." he breathed out, swallowing hard.
"You'd be trying so hard to keep control, make it last. I fucking love seeing that control shatter." Jeff's voice hitched and Jensen could easily picture him, fisting his cock, getting close.
"Yo-you'd swallow me down, fuck, pressing just right and I'd cum down your throat. You'd fucking swallow it all and then... jesus it'd feel so good. Make my toes curl." Jensen's back arched as he imagined it, Jeff on his knees. "You'd lay me out on the couch, pull out your cock from your pants. You'd fist it, wouldn't fucking take much. God, you'd cum all over me. Show me, I'm all yours."
"Fuck, Jens." Jeff breathed out. "Fuck, Jesus... yeah. Yeah..." Jeff's breath stuttered and Jensen imagined him coming over his fingers. Jensen grunted as his hand tightened around his cock as his own orgasm hit. Jensen let himself breath into the phone as he wiped his hand on his jeans and tucked himself back into his pants.
"Still there, Jeff?" Jensen asked after a few minutes of breathing on the phone.
"Yeah... just wondering how I'm going to explain this to wardrobe."
Jensen snorted, and went to grab his food. He took a quick sniff to make sure it hadn't been fouled, and took a bite. "You jacked off in costume? Do you want to be wearing lederhosen for the rest of the week?" Jensen shook his head as he took a bite of the food, remembering the time he'd ruined Dean's jeans and the retaliation that had ensued. He learned his lesson. All sex in the trailer was done after he'd returned everything to wardrobe.
"I'm lucky I got back to my trailer before I whipped it out in public. Was between scenes."
Jensen choked on his food. "That... um..."
Jeff laughed and Jensen could picture him doubling over with laughter with that devilish smirk on his face. He wondered if Jeff was laying on the bed with his cock out, and his dick gave an interested twitch. "Done for the night, Jens. Jesus, I can be professional sometimes." Jensen knew that Jeff was professional the entire time on set. While he'd goof off with them, when they'd done a scene it'd been nothing but business.
"Yeah," Jensen said around another bite. "Other than me giving you a mini heart attack, which is your own fucking fault for not trusting me, how was the shoot?"
Jensen settled back, letting Jeff talk about the set, his castmates and the job.
* * *
Jensen let out a long breath as he finished tying his running shoes. The plan had been to take Bandit over to Wilacre Park for a good long run. Bisou was pretty content with the backyard these days, but Jensen could hear Bandit getting antsy. He needed to run, get out all that energy or he’d get destructive. Jensen could relate. He’d done the loop a few times with Jeff, and had a good feel for the lay of the land. He’d been reasonably confident that he could do that loop on his own. Unfortunately, that plan had hinged on having Andi around to drive him. With Andi out of the picture, Jensen was going to have figure something else out.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and dialed a number. “Hey Jensen. How’d you know I was on a break?” Danneel asked.
“Magic powers,” Jensen drawled, though he cringed. He’d forgotten that Dani was working on a new movie. “I was calling to ask a favor, but I think I already know the answer.”
“Yeah? Lemme guess, you’re desperate for my hot bod and hoping I’d be available for hot kinky sex?” Danneel asked with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s totally it,” Jensen snarked back, a smile gracing his features. “The fact that I like dick means nothing compared to you.”
That got him a full blown laugh. “Now that we’ve made that clear, what do you really want, Jensen?”
Jensen leaned back into the couch. “Jeff’s out of town and Andi fired herself yesterday. I was hoping you’d be up for a run with me and Bandit.”
There was another chuckle and Jensen could easily imagine the smirk on her lips. “You mean you want a ride to wherever you were planning on running and you’d be willing to allow me the pleasure of your company as payment.”
“No,” Jensen said, defensively. That hadn’t been the whole plan. He’d been thinking of offering coffee afterwards. His treat.
“Uh huh,” She drawled and now Jensen could well imagine the eyebrow raised at him. Woman always did have a way of deducing his plans and pointing out all the flaws. “Unfortunately, I can’t. I’m working late tonight. Probably won’t make it to the Kane gig either, in case that was your other favor.”
Jensen swore. “Shit. Maybe I can get Christian to drive.”
“You better catch him before sound check then. You know he’s playing with Brian Nutter tonight and not Steve?” Danneel replied, sounding genuinely sorry.
Jensen frowned, he hadn’t known that. He’d assumed it was a typical Kane concert. “Fuck, no I didn’t.” He rubbed his head. This was turning into a nightmare. It was like being fifteen all over again, only no parents or older brother to drive him. “Shit.”
“If I get done early, I’ll give you a call.” Dani said. “I’m dying to see how this whole thing goes with Kane and this Brian guy. Christian’s manager, Eric, set it up, and Steve’s... being Steve about the whole thing.”
Jensen rubbed his forehead. “Where is Steve?”
There was a laugh, “Steve’s in Europe. How did you miss all this, Jensen? It’s a huge clusterfuck and I’ve been hearing nothing but bitching from Steve all week.”
“Everything ok?” Jensen asked. He’d thought that Steve and Christian had finally come to some sort of understanding. Not that he completely understood that entire relationship, but he’d gotten the feeling they’d settled down.
“Oh sure. Steve just got double booked and forgot until after everything had been finalized. Eric scrambled and found Brian. This Brian couldn’t be trying harder to suck Kane’s cock and Eric's not above whoring out Christian to get Brian. Naturally, Steve’s being a jealous, obsessive freak.” Danneel informed him. How did she know all this shit? He shook his head. She always knew everything. Jensen chalked it up to her being female; women always seemed to know everything. Which explained why he never knew anything, being with Jeff.
“Huh,” Jensen said, not sure what else to say. “If I get there, I’ll give you a full report.”
“You better.” She retorted. There was a sigh and then “I gotta get back.”
Jensen bit back a sigh, “I know. Knock’em dead.” The phone disconnected and Jensen rubbed his forehead again. He noisily blew out a breath and felt Bandit lean against his leg. “Now what’re we gonna do?” he asked, scratching Bandit’s head.
He sat back and bit his lip before shaking his head, “This is bullshit! I know this fucking neighborhood, we can do this.” He scratched Bandit’s head, before getting up. “C’mon, let’s go for a run.”
It took him about twenty minutes to program a route into his phone, find his bluetooth headset and get ready. Clicking on Bandit’s leash, Jensen let out a breath. “Alright pal, just like we practiced, ok?”
As he got into a rhythm he felt his nerves settle. There was little traffic, the sun was shining, and Bandit hadn’t tried to kill him yet. Granted he wasn’t listening to any music, but that was fine. It was kinda nice to listen to the quiet of the neighborhood. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before.
BAM! His leg slammed into something, and down he went. “Motherfucker!” He yelled, wincing as he felt gravel digging into his palms. “Fucking hell, it’s fucking Saturday and the motherfucking Ryans haven’t taken in their goddamn motherfucking recycling bin. AGAIN! Jesus fuck, garbage day is fucking Tuesday!” Jensen spat out, as he sat up. He massaged his right knee where he’d banged it on the sidewalk and kicked out with his left foot, connecting with the bin in question. He hoped the fucking thing ended up in the fucking street and someone hit the goddamn thing. At least then, maybe the fucking Ryans would remember to bring in their fucking bins.
Bandit came over, climbed on Jensen lap and licked at Jensen’s face, apparently worried Jensen had brained himself. Jensen chuckled tiredly as he tried to avoid the dog breath. “You’re not helping, pal.”
Part 2