Common Knowledge Ch. 8--The Fangirl On-Set
Title: Common Knowledge
Author: elucreh
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jared, your fangirls. Fangirls, I believe you already know Jared. Better than he knows himself.
Notes: Obviously, they belong to each other. Extended notes following epilogue.
:: 1-The Con-going Fangirl :: 2-Filk :: 3-Fanreports :: 4-The Everyday Fangirl :: 5-Fic :: 6-The Fangirl Online :: 7-Rose-Colored Interviews :: 8-The Fangirl On-Set :: Epilogue: The Kripked Fangirl::
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Fangirl On-Set
Jensen leans against a pillar in luggage claim, idly keeping an eye on the space three feet above the rail of the escalator, where Jared's head will show up. So far the air up there's been empty, but the flight only just unboarded, so there's no real reason to worry yet. It isn't really stopping him, though. Jared sounded practically strangled on the phone Friday night, and the e-mail he sent asking Jensen to pick him up was three sentences long. Something is going on, and it's big, and Jared's upset about it-yeah, Jensen isn't going to let planes landing on time keep him from worrying.
Finally. Jensen pushes himself off the pillar and waves, and Jared's face lights up. In three long strides Jared's wrapped him close with those long arms, shoving his hands under Jensen's arms and lifting him up just to piss him off. Jensen laughs and pounds on Jared's shoulder. "Put me down, fucker." Jared lets Jensen's feet drop, but doesn't let go yet, looking down at him, all grin and glow.
Jensen can feel the edges of his own grin soften, and he has to say something before this gets mushy. "Hasn't been that long, Jay."
Jared's arms drop immediately, and he coughs and looks down. "Missed you too, asshole." The grin he's offering now is crooked and insincere, and Jensen curses himself.
"What happened?"
"Nothin'." Jared turns around, starts scanning the screens on top of the luggage belts
"Jay, you aren't seriously gonna try and tell me you're fine, are you?"
"I am fine." He starts maneuvering through the crowd towards the chute spitting out luggage from his flight, and Jensen rolls his eyes as he starts after him.
"Bullshit. What happened with Sandy?"
He catches up to Jared at the edge of the luggage belt, and slings an arm around his shoulder. Jared sighs. "There's nothing wrong, Jensen."
Jensen's arm tightens a little, and he peers up at Jared. "You seriously expect me to accept that?"
*~*~*
Well, no, Jared thinks ruefully, tilting his head for Marcia the makeup girl and avoiding Jensen's eyes in the mirror again. He hadn't really expected Jensen to let it go that easily. He just hadn't...thought it through.
Actually, he had expected it to be a lot easier than it was to pretend nothing was wrong. He didn't have a backup plan for when that failed within his first three minutes back in Vancouver. He really should have thought about the fact that Jensen can read him better than even Sandy ever could.
It could be perfectly simple...five little words, "I broke up with Sandy," and Jensen would stop asking and Jared would get beer and sympathy. He just..isn't ready to say them. Isn't ready to answer "why" and "did she" and "how do you."
Anyway, at least the mystery is distracting Jensen from the fact that Jared can't stop looking at him and touching him, despite Jared's very best efforts. Jensen's far too busy worrying about Jared and Sandy and trying to pry answers out of him to pay any attention to how Jared is treating him.
*~*~*
At lunch Jared twitches away from him again and stands up, backing off hastily, muttering something about lines through his donut, and Jensen stares after him with wide eyes. The sound effects expert and the makeup girl sitting across from him look almost as freaked out as Jensen feels, and when they see the look on his face they exchange a glance that's not only weirded out, but concerned.
Glancing around, he realizes just about everybody noticed, and they're all either staring or hastily looking away. Great. Just-great.
Jared's been oiling out of being alone with him-they read lines in the food tent, which okay, yes, food, but on the other hand it is Vancouver in March and the space heaters aren't as effective in a place with cloth walls. Sitting in the Impala, Jared couldn't seem to think of anything to say, and every time Jensen tried to start a conversation, Jared jumped and looked away hastily, color rising in his cheeks. They played football with the crew for about thirty seconds before Jared fled, wide-eyed, tension running through his back and shoulders as Jensen shouted uselessly after him.
The tension between Sam and Dean is crackling, which makes the director happy, anyway.
*~*~*
Jared isn't sure he can take much more of this.
He thought the deja vu was weird before...now it's not only weird but dizzyingly arousing. Just feeling Jensen up against him when they hugged at the airport, sitting next to him in the car and breathing him in, had necessitated that he kick Jensen out of the house and jerk off the second the door closed. Still gently stroking, breathing hard, his hand had drifted to a stop as he considered the possibilities...he got online and found the links he'd never clicked before; the fics marked PWP.
He'd come twice more before bed, and again before work, imagining his cock in Jensen's mouth, focusing on Jensen spewing filth as he fucked Jared raw, seeing Jensen's eyes wide and aware as he licked into Jared's mouth. It was like all he'd had to do was open the door to the idea to be flooded with images and ideas he'd never dreamed were inside him-let alone feel the blood throb through his veins as he found more and more ideas glowing on his screen.
Now he can't sit next to Jensen in the freaking Impala without imagining being pushed down and fucked, realized just before a football play that he was staring at Jensen's ass pushed up in the air just in front of him, had to drag Jensen into the food tent for line reading so he wouldn't end up molesting him-even with the chill and the crowd, it was a damn close call. He's sitting at lunch when Jensen takes an absent sip of soda through a straw and Jared's dick nearly explodes.
He stumbles out of the food tent towards his trailer, automatically snatching the sticky note from the door and smacking it down on a table as he shoves headlong into the bathroom, where he jerks open his jeans and tugs twice, coming his brains out.
He leans back against the wall, and tries to calm his throbbing heartbeat. His head thuds gently back. He is so fucking screwed. He is fucked.
Sandy said to try to get Jensen to look back, but Jared has no idea how to do that. Should he, like, flash him? He growls softly to himself and does up his jeans, shuffles back into the little sitting room. With a sigh, he picks up the note one of the P.A.s stuck to his door--"Don't forget contest winners coming this afternoon."
Correction. Previously he had no idea what fucked meant.
Now he's fucked.
*~*~*
Jensen smiles and reaches out a hand to the little group of fangirls, offering each of them a shake and a grin. He eyeballs them, but they all seem to be of the sane variety, and he can feel the tension seep out a little. Jared, behind him, reaches around to do his own round of handshaking, but none of him brushes against Jensen, and his arm is stiff with the effort. Jensen bites his lip briefly. Jared shoots him a concerned look, and Jensen shoots it right back at him with interest. Jared's eyes flick away.
This is a new idea of the network's, to drum up publicity-they ran a hugely complicated trivia contest for six of their flagship shows, drawing a lot of media attention to the shows through the current interest in fans. It was an elimination game-the top ten fans were in. Then they were invited to a shoot-talking to the cast and crew, watching a scene being filmed, that kind of thing-while a photographer followed them around and a press guy got their reactions to put together in a packet for newspapers and magazines. The Supernatural winners were even going to meet Harley and Sadie, whose dogsitter had brought them to the set for the afternoon.
Jensen had been in favor of the idea, liking that they could pay the fans back and get more of them all at once, but-not now. Not today. Jared was acting way too weird to be trusted with a big crowd of fans...the last thing they needed was ten people going home and posting on the internet about how Jared had suddenly become allergic to him.
As if it wasn't humiliating enough to realize the crew had all figured out that suddenly Jared couldn't stand him.
But Jared seems to have realized that, too, and if he isn't fooling Jensen, at least he's fooling the fans. They're distracting him, too-Jared loves talking to their fans, moving his ginormous hands expansively and running off at the mouth in general. He starts out quieter than usual, and maintaining his distance from Jensen, but as he grows more absorbed in the conversation his sentences get longer and the space between them shrinks. It helps that the fans are all jumping in on the conversation, back and forth with Jared and each other, and Jensen when he can get a word in.
In half an hour Jay's touching Jensen as much as he always has; an arm around the shoulders, a hand at the waist to shift him, and Jensen finds himself leaning into the touch, trying to prolong it. He hadn't realized how starved he was for contact with Jared until he started to get it back, and he's a little freaked out by how reassured he feels.
Somehow leaning into the touch turns into returning it, keeping Jared's hands or shoulder or thigh against him as constantly as he can manage. He can feel the day's edge wearing away with the warmth.
An hour later, Lilly comes to take the fangirls to special effects while he and Jared go get their makeup done, and Jared stares at his arm on Jensen's shoulder with realization slowly dawning in his eyes while the girls wave and walk off. He scrambles up from the couch and spits something out too fast for even Jensen to understand and takes off, striding fast.
But Jensen has had enough.
*~*~*
"Jared!"
Jared groans, and contemplates taking the last few steps into his trailer and pretending he didn't hear. He hadn't meant to snuggle up close to Jensen, really he hadn't, he just forgot--
"Don't even think about it, asshole," Jensen says, low, and grabs him by the arm, pulling him around the side of the trailer and leaning in close. "You are going to tell me what happened in L.A., and you are going to tell me why you've been avoiding me, and you are going to let me help you fix it."
And Jared's trying to answer, really he is, even though probably he's going to lie, but he can't get it out because Jensen is right there, breathing in Jared's breath, and his eyes are focused and full of concern and annoyance and about ten thousand other things that Jared can't pin down. Jared can't think, let alone talk.
"Jay?" Insanely, Jensen moves in closer, like he thinks it'll help, and ohgod, he smells good and he's warm--"Jared, man, you gotta talk to me." His voice has softened with worry and gone a little rough with desperation. "I don't know what's going on here, but we can make it better, I promise, you just have to trust me--"
Bee-bee-be-bee-bee-bee-be-BEE.
They jump apart and look wildly around, spotting one of the contest winners standing at the corner of the trailer, her eyes wide and her lips parted slightly. She shakes herself a little and pulls out a cell phone, hitting the silence button.
"Sorry, but, um-restroom?"
Jensen ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck. "No problem-uh--but I'm not sure--"
"There's one in the-pub-thing," Jared breaks in. "I think that's what the crew's been using."
"Thanks." She turns to go, but she throws a look over her shoulder as she goes, a crazy-wide grin on her face. They watch her out of sight in silence.
With a sigh, Jensen turns back to him. "Jared--"
There's a pleading look on his face, and Jared discovers, for about the fifteen millionth time, that he can't really say no to Jensen.
But--
"Not here, man, okay? Not now? I swear to you-we're off early tonight because of the thing, you can come to mine and we'll have some beers and talk it out. I promise you. I just-I can't, here. All right?"
Jensen gauges him warily. "Yeah, okay. But if you don't put everything out tonight I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass."
He's too dazed by the putting out image to manage any kind of indignation. "Yeah, okay," he says, vaguely, and watches Jensen-and his ass-walk towards his own trailer for a minute before he goes inside to put on his makeup shirt.
*~*~*
Eight-thirty, and Jared's sitting in the backseat of the car waiting for Jensen and Melissa, trying not to pull his hair out.
No, literally: he's sitting on his hands. And trying to think of just about anything other than the fact that they're fifteen minutes from the house and when they get there he's going to have to tell Jensen something. He tries to get the dogs, in the back, to come over and sniff at him so he can scratch their ears, but they're tired from all the attention they got from the fangirls earlier, and they only whine at him quietly.
There's a soft thud against his door, and he jumps. He can see an outline with curly hair and plump shoulders pushed up against the window-the girl who found them outside his trailer, he thinks. She's laughing.
"Okay, okay, you're right-I do love you more than everybody else. You get a sneak peek. Everyone else can get it off my LJ."
Hm. Jared cocks his head to the side. He wonders what her handle is; if he knows her. It's pretty obvious she has no idea that he's in the car, or that it's anything other than one of the millions of vehicles that haul props and crew around. She laughs again.
"No! I forbid it! If you don't promise not to--"
"Good. Okay. So yes. They're just as fabulous-of course you were expecting that. But they are. Perfectly honest and sweet and seriously, Jay talks a lot faster in person than he does in interviews."
Jared grins to himself.
"Some stunts, a sparring scene-some kind of training. Nothing too specific, no spoilers." She pauses to listen again. "Of course it was hot, lovey. It was them. But-no, wait, listen to this. No-sit down first. Okay? I got a little lost looking for a restroom, and I came around the corner of a trailer, and there they are-Jensen's got Jared backed up against a wall, and he's all wild and desperate and he's asking him to trust him, to...explain something, I dunno what." She turns a little to the side as her friend replies, and lowers her voice a little. "Well, obviously they weren't discussing their marriage problems in front of us--Jensen seemed really worried, though. Even before all that, when we first got here...he couldn't stop looking at Jared. He follows him with his eyes everywhere...and Jared's-I dunno. He watches Jensen all the time, he touches him even more than I expected, but he seems...guilty about it. He keeps flinching when he realizes what he's doing."
Inwardly, Jared groans. He's really been praying that he isn't that obvious.
"I'm guessing he's missing the part where Jensen was focused on him so much he tripped over wires four times. Also the part where Jensen is the one reaching out to touch half the time. Also the part where Jensen keeps checking out his ass." She listens for a minute, then laughs again. "Yeah, well, my tin hat really matches my eyes."
She pushes off from the car and walks off, saying something about a chat that night, leaving Jared to sink his chin to his chest and seriously consider her opinions.
*~*~*
When Jensen climbs into the car, he's surprised by the speculative look Jared is giving him; a look that doesn't skitter off when it meets Jensen's eyes. He raises his eyebrows back, and a grin breaks over Jared's face. A small one, but still-victory. Jensen feels his own smile spreading as he settles into the seat, and as he fastens his seat belt he knocks his elbow against Jared's companionably. Jared shoves back, and the world rights itself for a few moments.
Melissa climbs in the driver's seat and smiles uncertainly over her shoulder. "So, who wins 'I got knocked into the dirt the most' tonight, guys?"
"Just drop us both at Jared's," Jensen says, like he's said a thousand other times. But Jared bites his lip and ducks his head, staring at the huge hands in his lap, and Melissa looks way more relieved to hear those words than she ever has before. So much for illusions.
Melissa's a trooper, he'll give her credit-she doesn't ask questions, doesn't even imply them with her eyes, and she doesn't let the silence intimidate her, either. She chatters about the day's gossip-not even making it obvious she's stepping around the biggest news-and the fangirls' visit: the brave smile on the one who was clearly terrified of the dogs right up until Sadie nuzzled up against her knee; the one Gavin in special effects asked for her number, she so obviously knew what he was talking about. Apparently it's a tossup whether he wants her on crew or in bed.
Jensen thinks again what a shame, what a waste it was to have this today, when normally a chance to deal with a small group of fans and get off early would have him smiling and joking right back. This should have been a good day, gathering stories to tell together at parties, remembering that some of the reasons they do this are people.
Instead, he barely managed to be half-aware of the new faces-he completely missed the one who apparently got mistaken for Josie in lighting twice-and he's only half-listening now, absorbed in watching Jared watch him. Jared's glance still slides away whenever he catches Jensen's eyes, but it's different, somehow-not guilty or unhappy, more...secretive. Every time he realizes Jensen is watching him too, his posture changes a little-he's looking less afraid. And Jensen knows that every time Jared loses a little misery, a little more tension seeps out of him.
Melissa pulls up in front of Jared's house and pops the trunk, and the two of them go around back to get the dogs. Jensen snags a leash from the hook on the back wall and clips it to Harley's collar, letting Jared deal with Sadie's loving nose and tongue. Harley groans a yawn as he stands up, and Jensen grins-those fangirls must have been exhausting. He's sorry he missed it. He coaxes the big dog down next to Sadie and shuts the trunk, calling thanks to Melissa, who waves as she drives off.
All three Padaleckis are quiet as they walk in the door and the guys toe off their shoes. The dogs lap a little water and collapse in a heap in one corner of the kitchen, and Jared goes straight for the beer, offering one to Jensen wordlessly.
*~*~*
Jared's feeling a lot better about this since he spent a quarter of an hour catching Jensen's eyes on him, realizing that he can make Jensen grin just by shooting him a smile. Somehow in his panic he forgot that Jensen loves him-okay, so, maybe...maybe he's not, y'know, in love with him, but he'd no more hate Jared for falling for him than Jared's momma's gonna hate him when he tells her he's in love with a man. Nobody's going to get punched, here. No friendships breaking up.
Like Sandy said. They're connected. Not a thing Jared does is gonna hurt that.
So he mostly goes for the beer do have something to do with his hands and mouth, give himself time, because yeah-he's got to say something. And Jared, he's not somebody who's good with words, especially when he doesn't know what's coming. Generally speaking he runs off at the mouth anyway, but generally speaking it doesn't matter what he says. He needs to say this just right, so Jensen knows where he's at; "So apparently all those nutty fangirls were right about me wanting your cock up my ass" is, for instance, a really bad way to open this conversation. Just for starters, it isn't really about Jensen's cock...not really.
He grabs two bottles and reaches one out to Jensen as he closes the refrigerator door. Their fingers brush and Jared can feel the red rising in his cheeks, but he doesn't back down, lets his eyes meet Jensen's. He can't quite tell whether Jensen's lingering is wishful thinking.
Jensen leans back against the counter, picking at the label on his beer bottle.
Jared pops the top off his and hands off the bottle capper. He's almost sure this time that he isn't imagining Jensen's reluctance to stop touching him.
"So." Jensen uncaps his beer and sets the cap and capper on the counter. He's giving Jared a chance to talk without having to meet his eyes, but he slides a sidelong glance over his shoulder.
Jared looks into the mouth of his beer and sighs mentally. He still hasn't really come up with the perfect way to start this conversation, but it's the end of the line. He gives up and goes for the obvious. "I broke up with Sandy."
Jensen's back is unreadable for a few seconds, and then he turns around. "I figured." His eyes are dark and opaque. All Jared can pick up is the concern. "I'd ask if you want to talk about it, but-frankly? After today, I don't really give a damn whether you want to talk about it. You're going to."
Jared can feel his mouth twisting wryly. "I figured."
"So?" Jensen gestures with the bottle.
"We-we weren't-working, anymore, I guess. Not just functioning, you know? Trying. I got down there to talk to her and she told me it was the first time we'd spoken in six weeks. And she was right. It wasn't anybody's fault, really, it just-we weren't the most important thing in each others' lives anymore."
"Yeah," Jensen says, softly. "I noticed."
Jared nods glumly, raising his beer to his mouth, not drinking, just kind of rolling it against his bottom lip. It's a nervous habit Jensen's always mocked him for, but he figures he can get away with it now, what with all the life-changing revelations and all. He looks up, waiting for Jensen to fire another question at him, and then he freezes. Slowly, he twists the bottle again, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the other.
Jensen's eyes track the spit-slick glass.
It feels like something's shattering, hot and clean and sharp, inside Jared's gut. The hand with the beer in it starts to drop, slowly, pulling Jared's mouth with it, and Jensen's eyes flare and follow the bottle down an inch before they snap back up to Jared's face, and there's no trace of that heat in them now.
Jared's kind of impressed, actually.
"But-that isn't why you went down there," Jensen says, like he doesn't even realize he was molesting Jared with his eyes a moment ago (what if he doesn't?), and Jared has to shake himself to remember what they're talking about.
"How do you know?"
"Because you just said she told you, dumbass. You're not exactly hugely self-aware."
"All right, fine, yeah-it wasn't."
"So-"
"So--?"
"So why did you? Go down there? You were upset Friday night. What happened?"
"I, uh-I kind of had a-revelation."
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "About Sandy?"
Helplessly, Jared shakes his head. He can feel the shards of realization starting to shake deep inside him. This is-big. "Not about Sandy." He can't look at Jensen. He ducks his head.
Jensen steps into his space, too close for Jared to avoid meeting his eyes. They're focused and intense and Jared knows this is supposed to be the moment where he starts explaining, clearly and objectively, how he feels and that Jensen shouldn't feel pressured to return it and that they'll always be friends but Jensen's right here, familiar and warm and tempting, with freckles sprinkled across his skin, and Jared-the universe only has the right to ask so much of Jared.
He bends his head and kisses Jensen's mouth.
*~*~*
For a moment, Jensen feels like he's in one of his dreams again; he's dreamed about this the way he dreams about flying. He steps closer, opens his mouth, breathes in Jared's familiar after-set smells of flowery shampoo and deodorant and makeup remover while Jared's warm, skilled tongue flickers into his mouth. But when he reaches up to touch Jared's face, Jared hums, a noise that Jensen's subconscious has never attributed to him before, and Jensen's hand drops to Jared's chest to push him away gently.
"Jared," he says, his voice low and serious, not daring to look up, knowing the lust in Jared's eyes will weaken his resolve.
"Jensen," Jared says back, his voice warm and impossibly joyous. Startled, Jensen looks up to see affection and happiness, and yes, desire too, but mostly that sheer delight dancing in Jared's eyes, and when Jared pulls Jensen back up against him, Jensen goes, stretching up for Jared's mouth, because now he knows Jared means it.
It's clumsy and eager and happy, kissing Jared; sometimes it feels like Jared's trying to actually eat his face, and sometimes Jensen just tries to lift Jared's new hum out of his throat with his tongue, swallow it down. Jared starts pawing at him, pulling his shirt out of his jeans and rubbing a big palm over his ribs, his back, his heart, his belly, too excited for a smooth, slow stroking up and down. But the clumsy groping is somehow only proof that it's Jared, that Jared wants this, wants to touch him all over, and Jensen tries to wiggle closer and undo Jared's stupid belt buckle at the same time. He somehow gets his feet tangled with Jared's and knocks him back against the counter, still kissing him fervently.
Jared laughs into his mouth, pushes him back enough to kiss him hard, twice, and then leans his forehead against Jensen's, hand sliding down to his ass, pulling their hips together. Jensen grins as he feels Jared hot and hard against his hip. "That a Colt in your pocket?"
"Naw," Jared says, soft. "I'm just happy to see you."
"Really? I never woulda guessed." He licks at Jared's mouth and pushes against his shoulders, standing upright again. Jared follows him, like he can't stand to lose the contact, and it makes Jensen shiver inside. He puts his arms up around Jared's neck, even if it does make him the girl, and tangles his hands in that soft, shaggy hair, reaches up for a long, slow kiss. When they finally pull apart Jared's humming again, low in his throat, like he's so unutterably satisfied with this moment that he can't help but make noise.
Jensen rocks his hips against Jared's, and the humming goes up in pitch just before it disappears; Jared moans instead and starts biting his way down Jensen's neck. Jensen's body is alive and thrumming by now, and with every little nip a jolt goes straight to his cock, making him rock just that little bit harder up against Jared. Jared gets down to his collar and tries to nose underneath it, making a fucking hilarious noise when he can't fit his jaw in there.
"Take it off, dumbass," Jensen pants, twisting his hips up against Jared's and squirming his fingers under Jared's shirt. He was meaning to lead by example, but then he got distracted by all the warm, smooth skin under there. Jared jerks at the material, trying to twitch the buttons out, and Jensen's hands crawl higher, t-shirt riding up on his wrists as he rubs his fingertips over muscle and bone. Jared finally gets the top button free just when Jensen needs him to raise his arms, and once his shirt is off he dives for Jensen's waist and pulls shirt and undershirt off in one go.
Their arms drop around one another, cupping shoulder blades, skimming spines, and Jensen slides one hand down the back of Jared's jeans and pinches sharply. Jared yelps, and Jensen laughs; Jared retaliates by swinging him around so his back's to the kitchen door and walking him backwards, still nibbling one ear and thumbing open the snap on Jensen's jeans. He shoves them down, and Jensen stumbles as they catch around his knees, and Jared grins into his neck.
Jensen thinks about standing on his dignity for about a tenth of a second, but Jared's skin is right there and he'll have to stop touching it if he decides to be proud. He hops a little, shoving his jeans down with his feet, one leg then the other, and skids a little as he steps on them while tugging Jared toward the bedroom. Jared steps on them, too, and outright slips, knocking Jensen down with him, and they fall to the ground.
There's a frozen moment, and then Jensen realizes they've automatically assumed the stunt positions they were trained to, for when Sam knocks Dean out of the way of something: Jared's hand cushioning his head, Jensen catching them and breaking their fall with his hand, elbow. He starts to laugh, and taps Jared's wrist the way he does to indicate the moment they'll roll up and take up their positions back-to-back, and Jared starts laughing too.
They're still laughing as their lips brush, caress, collide. Jensen slicks his tongue into Jared's mouth, hot and wet and messy and Jared's mouth drops open to let him in, with a deep and wordless sound of appreciation. Jensen sweeps his hands down Jared's back to tuck his fingers into Jared's waistband. He shoves at Jared's jeans and boxers, hands tangling in the cloth; he snorts into Jared's neck when his fingers get caught in the hem of his underwear.
Jared pokes him in the ribs with one finger. He shifts over Jensen, probably to tickle him, but lifting up on his elbows brushes his cock against Jensen's, and he honest-to-god whimpers instead. Jensen would mock him, but his own dick is jumping a little too wildly for him to have any room to talk. He squirms up against Jared, flexing his fingers against the hard muscle of Jared's ass. Jared's dick and hip are slick with sweat and precome, and Jensen's slipping against him hot and happy.
Jared moans and his dick rubs against Jensen's stomach, big and hard and desperate. Jensen's pretty sure he's going to embarrass himself pretty soon, so he moves his hand to Jared's cock and starts pulling, rough and fast, flicking his nail against the head. It's over in a few quick strokes, all of Jensen's attention focused on making Jared feel good until come erupts sticky and thick over his hand. He follows Jared over the edge, shaking with it, clinging to Jared, sweet and hot-and still tinged with a slight satisfaction that he didn't come first.
They lie panting in the middle of the hallway, grinning at each other like loons, and there's a whimper from the kitchen door. Jared twists around and Jensen leans up to see Harley and Sadie peering at them with their heads tilted to one side, as if to ask "What are you doing on the floor?"
But the dogs aren't really the type to question good fortune for long. Harley woofs and both of them spring for him and Jared, nosing at their necks and licking their faces, and it's too much, they're laughing again, shoving the dogs away and pulling each other up, standing close and half-dressed in the hall. Jensen tugs Jared up against him and licks into his smile, their hands coming up to cup each others' faces as they kiss, slow and easy and perfect.
Sometimes they have to drop a hand to bat away a friendly nose or push Sadie out from between them, but Jensen doesn't mind.
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Author: elucreh
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jared, your fangirls. Fangirls, I believe you already know Jared. Better than he knows himself.
Notes: Obviously, they belong to each other. Extended notes following epilogue.
:: 1-The Con-going Fangirl :: 2-Filk :: 3-Fanreports :: 4-The Everyday Fangirl :: 5-Fic :: 6-The Fangirl Online :: 7-Rose-Colored Interviews :: 8-The Fangirl On-Set :: Epilogue: The Kripked Fangirl::
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Fangirl On-Set
Jensen leans against a pillar in luggage claim, idly keeping an eye on the space three feet above the rail of the escalator, where Jared's head will show up. So far the air up there's been empty, but the flight only just unboarded, so there's no real reason to worry yet. It isn't really stopping him, though. Jared sounded practically strangled on the phone Friday night, and the e-mail he sent asking Jensen to pick him up was three sentences long. Something is going on, and it's big, and Jared's upset about it-yeah, Jensen isn't going to let planes landing on time keep him from worrying.
Finally. Jensen pushes himself off the pillar and waves, and Jared's face lights up. In three long strides Jared's wrapped him close with those long arms, shoving his hands under Jensen's arms and lifting him up just to piss him off. Jensen laughs and pounds on Jared's shoulder. "Put me down, fucker." Jared lets Jensen's feet drop, but doesn't let go yet, looking down at him, all grin and glow.
Jensen can feel the edges of his own grin soften, and he has to say something before this gets mushy. "Hasn't been that long, Jay."
Jared's arms drop immediately, and he coughs and looks down. "Missed you too, asshole." The grin he's offering now is crooked and insincere, and Jensen curses himself.
"What happened?"
"Nothin'." Jared turns around, starts scanning the screens on top of the luggage belts
"Jay, you aren't seriously gonna try and tell me you're fine, are you?"
"I am fine." He starts maneuvering through the crowd towards the chute spitting out luggage from his flight, and Jensen rolls his eyes as he starts after him.
"Bullshit. What happened with Sandy?"
He catches up to Jared at the edge of the luggage belt, and slings an arm around his shoulder. Jared sighs. "There's nothing wrong, Jensen."
Jensen's arm tightens a little, and he peers up at Jared. "You seriously expect me to accept that?"
*~*~*
Well, no, Jared thinks ruefully, tilting his head for Marcia the makeup girl and avoiding Jensen's eyes in the mirror again. He hadn't really expected Jensen to let it go that easily. He just hadn't...thought it through.
Actually, he had expected it to be a lot easier than it was to pretend nothing was wrong. He didn't have a backup plan for when that failed within his first three minutes back in Vancouver. He really should have thought about the fact that Jensen can read him better than even Sandy ever could.
It could be perfectly simple...five little words, "I broke up with Sandy," and Jensen would stop asking and Jared would get beer and sympathy. He just..isn't ready to say them. Isn't ready to answer "why" and "did she" and "how do you."
Anyway, at least the mystery is distracting Jensen from the fact that Jared can't stop looking at him and touching him, despite Jared's very best efforts. Jensen's far too busy worrying about Jared and Sandy and trying to pry answers out of him to pay any attention to how Jared is treating him.
*~*~*
At lunch Jared twitches away from him again and stands up, backing off hastily, muttering something about lines through his donut, and Jensen stares after him with wide eyes. The sound effects expert and the makeup girl sitting across from him look almost as freaked out as Jensen feels, and when they see the look on his face they exchange a glance that's not only weirded out, but concerned.
Glancing around, he realizes just about everybody noticed, and they're all either staring or hastily looking away. Great. Just-great.
Jared's been oiling out of being alone with him-they read lines in the food tent, which okay, yes, food, but on the other hand it is Vancouver in March and the space heaters aren't as effective in a place with cloth walls. Sitting in the Impala, Jared couldn't seem to think of anything to say, and every time Jensen tried to start a conversation, Jared jumped and looked away hastily, color rising in his cheeks. They played football with the crew for about thirty seconds before Jared fled, wide-eyed, tension running through his back and shoulders as Jensen shouted uselessly after him.
The tension between Sam and Dean is crackling, which makes the director happy, anyway.
*~*~*
Jared isn't sure he can take much more of this.
He thought the deja vu was weird before...now it's not only weird but dizzyingly arousing. Just feeling Jensen up against him when they hugged at the airport, sitting next to him in the car and breathing him in, had necessitated that he kick Jensen out of the house and jerk off the second the door closed. Still gently stroking, breathing hard, his hand had drifted to a stop as he considered the possibilities...he got online and found the links he'd never clicked before; the fics marked PWP.
He'd come twice more before bed, and again before work, imagining his cock in Jensen's mouth, focusing on Jensen spewing filth as he fucked Jared raw, seeing Jensen's eyes wide and aware as he licked into Jared's mouth. It was like all he'd had to do was open the door to the idea to be flooded with images and ideas he'd never dreamed were inside him-let alone feel the blood throb through his veins as he found more and more ideas glowing on his screen.
Now he can't sit next to Jensen in the freaking Impala without imagining being pushed down and fucked, realized just before a football play that he was staring at Jensen's ass pushed up in the air just in front of him, had to drag Jensen into the food tent for line reading so he wouldn't end up molesting him-even with the chill and the crowd, it was a damn close call. He's sitting at lunch when Jensen takes an absent sip of soda through a straw and Jared's dick nearly explodes.
He stumbles out of the food tent towards his trailer, automatically snatching the sticky note from the door and smacking it down on a table as he shoves headlong into the bathroom, where he jerks open his jeans and tugs twice, coming his brains out.
He leans back against the wall, and tries to calm his throbbing heartbeat. His head thuds gently back. He is so fucking screwed. He is fucked.
Sandy said to try to get Jensen to look back, but Jared has no idea how to do that. Should he, like, flash him? He growls softly to himself and does up his jeans, shuffles back into the little sitting room. With a sigh, he picks up the note one of the P.A.s stuck to his door--"Don't forget contest winners coming this afternoon."
Correction. Previously he had no idea what fucked meant.
Now he's fucked.
*~*~*
Jensen smiles and reaches out a hand to the little group of fangirls, offering each of them a shake and a grin. He eyeballs them, but they all seem to be of the sane variety, and he can feel the tension seep out a little. Jared, behind him, reaches around to do his own round of handshaking, but none of him brushes against Jensen, and his arm is stiff with the effort. Jensen bites his lip briefly. Jared shoots him a concerned look, and Jensen shoots it right back at him with interest. Jared's eyes flick away.
This is a new idea of the network's, to drum up publicity-they ran a hugely complicated trivia contest for six of their flagship shows, drawing a lot of media attention to the shows through the current interest in fans. It was an elimination game-the top ten fans were in. Then they were invited to a shoot-talking to the cast and crew, watching a scene being filmed, that kind of thing-while a photographer followed them around and a press guy got their reactions to put together in a packet for newspapers and magazines. The Supernatural winners were even going to meet Harley and Sadie, whose dogsitter had brought them to the set for the afternoon.
Jensen had been in favor of the idea, liking that they could pay the fans back and get more of them all at once, but-not now. Not today. Jared was acting way too weird to be trusted with a big crowd of fans...the last thing they needed was ten people going home and posting on the internet about how Jared had suddenly become allergic to him.
As if it wasn't humiliating enough to realize the crew had all figured out that suddenly Jared couldn't stand him.
But Jared seems to have realized that, too, and if he isn't fooling Jensen, at least he's fooling the fans. They're distracting him, too-Jared loves talking to their fans, moving his ginormous hands expansively and running off at the mouth in general. He starts out quieter than usual, and maintaining his distance from Jensen, but as he grows more absorbed in the conversation his sentences get longer and the space between them shrinks. It helps that the fans are all jumping in on the conversation, back and forth with Jared and each other, and Jensen when he can get a word in.
In half an hour Jay's touching Jensen as much as he always has; an arm around the shoulders, a hand at the waist to shift him, and Jensen finds himself leaning into the touch, trying to prolong it. He hadn't realized how starved he was for contact with Jared until he started to get it back, and he's a little freaked out by how reassured he feels.
Somehow leaning into the touch turns into returning it, keeping Jared's hands or shoulder or thigh against him as constantly as he can manage. He can feel the day's edge wearing away with the warmth.
An hour later, Lilly comes to take the fangirls to special effects while he and Jared go get their makeup done, and Jared stares at his arm on Jensen's shoulder with realization slowly dawning in his eyes while the girls wave and walk off. He scrambles up from the couch and spits something out too fast for even Jensen to understand and takes off, striding fast.
But Jensen has had enough.
*~*~*
"Jared!"
Jared groans, and contemplates taking the last few steps into his trailer and pretending he didn't hear. He hadn't meant to snuggle up close to Jensen, really he hadn't, he just forgot--
"Don't even think about it, asshole," Jensen says, low, and grabs him by the arm, pulling him around the side of the trailer and leaning in close. "You are going to tell me what happened in L.A., and you are going to tell me why you've been avoiding me, and you are going to let me help you fix it."
And Jared's trying to answer, really he is, even though probably he's going to lie, but he can't get it out because Jensen is right there, breathing in Jared's breath, and his eyes are focused and full of concern and annoyance and about ten thousand other things that Jared can't pin down. Jared can't think, let alone talk.
"Jay?" Insanely, Jensen moves in closer, like he thinks it'll help, and ohgod, he smells good and he's warm--"Jared, man, you gotta talk to me." His voice has softened with worry and gone a little rough with desperation. "I don't know what's going on here, but we can make it better, I promise, you just have to trust me--"
Bee-bee-be-bee-bee-bee-be-BEE.
They jump apart and look wildly around, spotting one of the contest winners standing at the corner of the trailer, her eyes wide and her lips parted slightly. She shakes herself a little and pulls out a cell phone, hitting the silence button.
"Sorry, but, um-restroom?"
Jensen ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck. "No problem-uh--but I'm not sure--"
"There's one in the-pub-thing," Jared breaks in. "I think that's what the crew's been using."
"Thanks." She turns to go, but she throws a look over her shoulder as she goes, a crazy-wide grin on her face. They watch her out of sight in silence.
With a sigh, Jensen turns back to him. "Jared--"
There's a pleading look on his face, and Jared discovers, for about the fifteen millionth time, that he can't really say no to Jensen.
But--
"Not here, man, okay? Not now? I swear to you-we're off early tonight because of the thing, you can come to mine and we'll have some beers and talk it out. I promise you. I just-I can't, here. All right?"
Jensen gauges him warily. "Yeah, okay. But if you don't put everything out tonight I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass."
He's too dazed by the putting out image to manage any kind of indignation. "Yeah, okay," he says, vaguely, and watches Jensen-and his ass-walk towards his own trailer for a minute before he goes inside to put on his makeup shirt.
*~*~*
Eight-thirty, and Jared's sitting in the backseat of the car waiting for Jensen and Melissa, trying not to pull his hair out.
No, literally: he's sitting on his hands. And trying to think of just about anything other than the fact that they're fifteen minutes from the house and when they get there he's going to have to tell Jensen something. He tries to get the dogs, in the back, to come over and sniff at him so he can scratch their ears, but they're tired from all the attention they got from the fangirls earlier, and they only whine at him quietly.
There's a soft thud against his door, and he jumps. He can see an outline with curly hair and plump shoulders pushed up against the window-the girl who found them outside his trailer, he thinks. She's laughing.
"Okay, okay, you're right-I do love you more than everybody else. You get a sneak peek. Everyone else can get it off my LJ."
Hm. Jared cocks his head to the side. He wonders what her handle is; if he knows her. It's pretty obvious she has no idea that he's in the car, or that it's anything other than one of the millions of vehicles that haul props and crew around. She laughs again.
"No! I forbid it! If you don't promise not to--"
"Good. Okay. So yes. They're just as fabulous-of course you were expecting that. But they are. Perfectly honest and sweet and seriously, Jay talks a lot faster in person than he does in interviews."
Jared grins to himself.
"Some stunts, a sparring scene-some kind of training. Nothing too specific, no spoilers." She pauses to listen again. "Of course it was hot, lovey. It was them. But-no, wait, listen to this. No-sit down first. Okay? I got a little lost looking for a restroom, and I came around the corner of a trailer, and there they are-Jensen's got Jared backed up against a wall, and he's all wild and desperate and he's asking him to trust him, to...explain something, I dunno what." She turns a little to the side as her friend replies, and lowers her voice a little. "Well, obviously they weren't discussing their marriage problems in front of us--Jensen seemed really worried, though. Even before all that, when we first got here...he couldn't stop looking at Jared. He follows him with his eyes everywhere...and Jared's-I dunno. He watches Jensen all the time, he touches him even more than I expected, but he seems...guilty about it. He keeps flinching when he realizes what he's doing."
Inwardly, Jared groans. He's really been praying that he isn't that obvious.
"I'm guessing he's missing the part where Jensen was focused on him so much he tripped over wires four times. Also the part where Jensen is the one reaching out to touch half the time. Also the part where Jensen keeps checking out his ass." She listens for a minute, then laughs again. "Yeah, well, my tin hat really matches my eyes."
She pushes off from the car and walks off, saying something about a chat that night, leaving Jared to sink his chin to his chest and seriously consider her opinions.
*~*~*
When Jensen climbs into the car, he's surprised by the speculative look Jared is giving him; a look that doesn't skitter off when it meets Jensen's eyes. He raises his eyebrows back, and a grin breaks over Jared's face. A small one, but still-victory. Jensen feels his own smile spreading as he settles into the seat, and as he fastens his seat belt he knocks his elbow against Jared's companionably. Jared shoves back, and the world rights itself for a few moments.
Melissa climbs in the driver's seat and smiles uncertainly over her shoulder. "So, who wins 'I got knocked into the dirt the most' tonight, guys?"
"Just drop us both at Jared's," Jensen says, like he's said a thousand other times. But Jared bites his lip and ducks his head, staring at the huge hands in his lap, and Melissa looks way more relieved to hear those words than she ever has before. So much for illusions.
Melissa's a trooper, he'll give her credit-she doesn't ask questions, doesn't even imply them with her eyes, and she doesn't let the silence intimidate her, either. She chatters about the day's gossip-not even making it obvious she's stepping around the biggest news-and the fangirls' visit: the brave smile on the one who was clearly terrified of the dogs right up until Sadie nuzzled up against her knee; the one Gavin in special effects asked for her number, she so obviously knew what he was talking about. Apparently it's a tossup whether he wants her on crew or in bed.
Jensen thinks again what a shame, what a waste it was to have this today, when normally a chance to deal with a small group of fans and get off early would have him smiling and joking right back. This should have been a good day, gathering stories to tell together at parties, remembering that some of the reasons they do this are people.
Instead, he barely managed to be half-aware of the new faces-he completely missed the one who apparently got mistaken for Josie in lighting twice-and he's only half-listening now, absorbed in watching Jared watch him. Jared's glance still slides away whenever he catches Jensen's eyes, but it's different, somehow-not guilty or unhappy, more...secretive. Every time he realizes Jensen is watching him too, his posture changes a little-he's looking less afraid. And Jensen knows that every time Jared loses a little misery, a little more tension seeps out of him.
Melissa pulls up in front of Jared's house and pops the trunk, and the two of them go around back to get the dogs. Jensen snags a leash from the hook on the back wall and clips it to Harley's collar, letting Jared deal with Sadie's loving nose and tongue. Harley groans a yawn as he stands up, and Jensen grins-those fangirls must have been exhausting. He's sorry he missed it. He coaxes the big dog down next to Sadie and shuts the trunk, calling thanks to Melissa, who waves as she drives off.
All three Padaleckis are quiet as they walk in the door and the guys toe off their shoes. The dogs lap a little water and collapse in a heap in one corner of the kitchen, and Jared goes straight for the beer, offering one to Jensen wordlessly.
*~*~*
Jared's feeling a lot better about this since he spent a quarter of an hour catching Jensen's eyes on him, realizing that he can make Jensen grin just by shooting him a smile. Somehow in his panic he forgot that Jensen loves him-okay, so, maybe...maybe he's not, y'know, in love with him, but he'd no more hate Jared for falling for him than Jared's momma's gonna hate him when he tells her he's in love with a man. Nobody's going to get punched, here. No friendships breaking up.
Like Sandy said. They're connected. Not a thing Jared does is gonna hurt that.
So he mostly goes for the beer do have something to do with his hands and mouth, give himself time, because yeah-he's got to say something. And Jared, he's not somebody who's good with words, especially when he doesn't know what's coming. Generally speaking he runs off at the mouth anyway, but generally speaking it doesn't matter what he says. He needs to say this just right, so Jensen knows where he's at; "So apparently all those nutty fangirls were right about me wanting your cock up my ass" is, for instance, a really bad way to open this conversation. Just for starters, it isn't really about Jensen's cock...not really.
He grabs two bottles and reaches one out to Jensen as he closes the refrigerator door. Their fingers brush and Jared can feel the red rising in his cheeks, but he doesn't back down, lets his eyes meet Jensen's. He can't quite tell whether Jensen's lingering is wishful thinking.
Jensen leans back against the counter, picking at the label on his beer bottle.
Jared pops the top off his and hands off the bottle capper. He's almost sure this time that he isn't imagining Jensen's reluctance to stop touching him.
"So." Jensen uncaps his beer and sets the cap and capper on the counter. He's giving Jared a chance to talk without having to meet his eyes, but he slides a sidelong glance over his shoulder.
Jared looks into the mouth of his beer and sighs mentally. He still hasn't really come up with the perfect way to start this conversation, but it's the end of the line. He gives up and goes for the obvious. "I broke up with Sandy."
Jensen's back is unreadable for a few seconds, and then he turns around. "I figured." His eyes are dark and opaque. All Jared can pick up is the concern. "I'd ask if you want to talk about it, but-frankly? After today, I don't really give a damn whether you want to talk about it. You're going to."
Jared can feel his mouth twisting wryly. "I figured."
"So?" Jensen gestures with the bottle.
"We-we weren't-working, anymore, I guess. Not just functioning, you know? Trying. I got down there to talk to her and she told me it was the first time we'd spoken in six weeks. And she was right. It wasn't anybody's fault, really, it just-we weren't the most important thing in each others' lives anymore."
"Yeah," Jensen says, softly. "I noticed."
Jared nods glumly, raising his beer to his mouth, not drinking, just kind of rolling it against his bottom lip. It's a nervous habit Jensen's always mocked him for, but he figures he can get away with it now, what with all the life-changing revelations and all. He looks up, waiting for Jensen to fire another question at him, and then he freezes. Slowly, he twists the bottle again, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the other.
Jensen's eyes track the spit-slick glass.
It feels like something's shattering, hot and clean and sharp, inside Jared's gut. The hand with the beer in it starts to drop, slowly, pulling Jared's mouth with it, and Jensen's eyes flare and follow the bottle down an inch before they snap back up to Jared's face, and there's no trace of that heat in them now.
Jared's kind of impressed, actually.
"But-that isn't why you went down there," Jensen says, like he doesn't even realize he was molesting Jared with his eyes a moment ago (what if he doesn't?), and Jared has to shake himself to remember what they're talking about.
"How do you know?"
"Because you just said she told you, dumbass. You're not exactly hugely self-aware."
"All right, fine, yeah-it wasn't."
"So-"
"So--?"
"So why did you? Go down there? You were upset Friday night. What happened?"
"I, uh-I kind of had a-revelation."
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "About Sandy?"
Helplessly, Jared shakes his head. He can feel the shards of realization starting to shake deep inside him. This is-big. "Not about Sandy." He can't look at Jensen. He ducks his head.
Jensen steps into his space, too close for Jared to avoid meeting his eyes. They're focused and intense and Jared knows this is supposed to be the moment where he starts explaining, clearly and objectively, how he feels and that Jensen shouldn't feel pressured to return it and that they'll always be friends but Jensen's right here, familiar and warm and tempting, with freckles sprinkled across his skin, and Jared-the universe only has the right to ask so much of Jared.
He bends his head and kisses Jensen's mouth.
*~*~*
For a moment, Jensen feels like he's in one of his dreams again; he's dreamed about this the way he dreams about flying. He steps closer, opens his mouth, breathes in Jared's familiar after-set smells of flowery shampoo and deodorant and makeup remover while Jared's warm, skilled tongue flickers into his mouth. But when he reaches up to touch Jared's face, Jared hums, a noise that Jensen's subconscious has never attributed to him before, and Jensen's hand drops to Jared's chest to push him away gently.
"Jared," he says, his voice low and serious, not daring to look up, knowing the lust in Jared's eyes will weaken his resolve.
"Jensen," Jared says back, his voice warm and impossibly joyous. Startled, Jensen looks up to see affection and happiness, and yes, desire too, but mostly that sheer delight dancing in Jared's eyes, and when Jared pulls Jensen back up against him, Jensen goes, stretching up for Jared's mouth, because now he knows Jared means it.
It's clumsy and eager and happy, kissing Jared; sometimes it feels like Jared's trying to actually eat his face, and sometimes Jensen just tries to lift Jared's new hum out of his throat with his tongue, swallow it down. Jared starts pawing at him, pulling his shirt out of his jeans and rubbing a big palm over his ribs, his back, his heart, his belly, too excited for a smooth, slow stroking up and down. But the clumsy groping is somehow only proof that it's Jared, that Jared wants this, wants to touch him all over, and Jensen tries to wiggle closer and undo Jared's stupid belt buckle at the same time. He somehow gets his feet tangled with Jared's and knocks him back against the counter, still kissing him fervently.
Jared laughs into his mouth, pushes him back enough to kiss him hard, twice, and then leans his forehead against Jensen's, hand sliding down to his ass, pulling their hips together. Jensen grins as he feels Jared hot and hard against his hip. "That a Colt in your pocket?"
"Naw," Jared says, soft. "I'm just happy to see you."
"Really? I never woulda guessed." He licks at Jared's mouth and pushes against his shoulders, standing upright again. Jared follows him, like he can't stand to lose the contact, and it makes Jensen shiver inside. He puts his arms up around Jared's neck, even if it does make him the girl, and tangles his hands in that soft, shaggy hair, reaches up for a long, slow kiss. When they finally pull apart Jared's humming again, low in his throat, like he's so unutterably satisfied with this moment that he can't help but make noise.
Jensen rocks his hips against Jared's, and the humming goes up in pitch just before it disappears; Jared moans instead and starts biting his way down Jensen's neck. Jensen's body is alive and thrumming by now, and with every little nip a jolt goes straight to his cock, making him rock just that little bit harder up against Jared. Jared gets down to his collar and tries to nose underneath it, making a fucking hilarious noise when he can't fit his jaw in there.
"Take it off, dumbass," Jensen pants, twisting his hips up against Jared's and squirming his fingers under Jared's shirt. He was meaning to lead by example, but then he got distracted by all the warm, smooth skin under there. Jared jerks at the material, trying to twitch the buttons out, and Jensen's hands crawl higher, t-shirt riding up on his wrists as he rubs his fingertips over muscle and bone. Jared finally gets the top button free just when Jensen needs him to raise his arms, and once his shirt is off he dives for Jensen's waist and pulls shirt and undershirt off in one go.
Their arms drop around one another, cupping shoulder blades, skimming spines, and Jensen slides one hand down the back of Jared's jeans and pinches sharply. Jared yelps, and Jensen laughs; Jared retaliates by swinging him around so his back's to the kitchen door and walking him backwards, still nibbling one ear and thumbing open the snap on Jensen's jeans. He shoves them down, and Jensen stumbles as they catch around his knees, and Jared grins into his neck.
Jensen thinks about standing on his dignity for about a tenth of a second, but Jared's skin is right there and he'll have to stop touching it if he decides to be proud. He hops a little, shoving his jeans down with his feet, one leg then the other, and skids a little as he steps on them while tugging Jared toward the bedroom. Jared steps on them, too, and outright slips, knocking Jensen down with him, and they fall to the ground.
There's a frozen moment, and then Jensen realizes they've automatically assumed the stunt positions they were trained to, for when Sam knocks Dean out of the way of something: Jared's hand cushioning his head, Jensen catching them and breaking their fall with his hand, elbow. He starts to laugh, and taps Jared's wrist the way he does to indicate the moment they'll roll up and take up their positions back-to-back, and Jared starts laughing too.
They're still laughing as their lips brush, caress, collide. Jensen slicks his tongue into Jared's mouth, hot and wet and messy and Jared's mouth drops open to let him in, with a deep and wordless sound of appreciation. Jensen sweeps his hands down Jared's back to tuck his fingers into Jared's waistband. He shoves at Jared's jeans and boxers, hands tangling in the cloth; he snorts into Jared's neck when his fingers get caught in the hem of his underwear.
Jared pokes him in the ribs with one finger. He shifts over Jensen, probably to tickle him, but lifting up on his elbows brushes his cock against Jensen's, and he honest-to-god whimpers instead. Jensen would mock him, but his own dick is jumping a little too wildly for him to have any room to talk. He squirms up against Jared, flexing his fingers against the hard muscle of Jared's ass. Jared's dick and hip are slick with sweat and precome, and Jensen's slipping against him hot and happy.
Jared moans and his dick rubs against Jensen's stomach, big and hard and desperate. Jensen's pretty sure he's going to embarrass himself pretty soon, so he moves his hand to Jared's cock and starts pulling, rough and fast, flicking his nail against the head. It's over in a few quick strokes, all of Jensen's attention focused on making Jared feel good until come erupts sticky and thick over his hand. He follows Jared over the edge, shaking with it, clinging to Jared, sweet and hot-and still tinged with a slight satisfaction that he didn't come first.
They lie panting in the middle of the hallway, grinning at each other like loons, and there's a whimper from the kitchen door. Jared twists around and Jensen leans up to see Harley and Sadie peering at them with their heads tilted to one side, as if to ask "What are you doing on the floor?"
But the dogs aren't really the type to question good fortune for long. Harley woofs and both of them spring for him and Jared, nosing at their necks and licking their faces, and it's too much, they're laughing again, shoving the dogs away and pulling each other up, standing close and half-dressed in the hall. Jensen tugs Jared up against him and licks into his smile, their hands coming up to cup each others' faces as they kiss, slow and easy and perfect.
Sometimes they have to drop a hand to bat away a friendly nose or push Sadie out from between them, but Jensen doesn't mind.
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