Catalogue of kisses
Title: Catalogue of kisses
Author: missyjack
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Words: 365
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Kisses mean different things in Hollywood and Vancouver
A/N: A quickie response to
estrella30 call for kissing fic.
In Hollywood everyone kisses.
At parties or network events or award's ceremonies; a thousand Mwwahhs pop in the air like some celebrity insect zapper, killing hopes and careers, pricking egos, fuelling affairs and the stuff of tomorrow's tabloids.
Venomous kisses that kill in seconds “How’s the new series? Cancelled already?” Spiteful kisses that burn like acid “Oh I hear the role went to someone thinner/younger/not you” Insincere kisses that land an inch from your cheek “It wasn’t you, it was the script.” The great kiss-off “I’ll get back to you soon.”
Kisses sparkly with powders and passion “I’m not gay. Really.” Kisses numbed by too much or not enough something “What was your name?”
Kisses moist with promise “We're casting next week” Kisses with open lips “You look gorgeous” Kisses with teeth and tongue “Let’s get out of here”. Kisses forgotten the next day. “Call me”. Kisses denied by the next party. “…”
In Hollywood kisses promise everything and mean nothing.
In Vancouver, there is no kissing.
Actors and crew work long hours, away from the glamour, far from the red carpets and the paparazzi. People shake hands or slap each other on the back at the end of a hard day's work. Beer bottles are clinked together to toast another season wrapped. When the series is renewed there may be hugging. Kisses are for lovers or mothers, not for colleagues. And certainly not for co-stars. Not til now.
The first kiss is a surprise, and finishes too soon as they both break into wide grins “I didn’t think you…” “I’ve wanted to do that for so long”.
After that they kiss a lot (and do other things too). Kisses are stolen behind the set, tucked away in trailers and hidden in hotel rooms.
Encouraging kisses after a hard scene, cochineal and corn syrup sweet on their lips. Kisses like fucking, hot with desire, tongues hard and thrusting. Lazy, long kisses, tasting the tang of Texas and tequila. Kisses of commitment before four months apart.
Kisses that steal “I love you” from his lips, so he has to say it again and again.
In Vancouver, there are a lot more kisses than there used to be, and they mean everything.