The Remedy - part 2 of 4
Cohabitation Breeds Infatuation
Chad spent the next few weeks pretty much living on Jared’s sofa, much to Jared’s dismay. “I thought you had a hotel room?” Jared asked.
Chad threw a pillow at him. “I thought you said I was always welcome here?”
“That was before you stopped showering and started watching porn in my living room twenty-four-seven.”
“It’s not porn, it’s an art film.”
Jared looked at the television -- a petite brunette was fucking a Vin Diesel-lookalike with a purple strap-on. “Art, huh? Right.”
Jared winced and looked away when Chad adjusted himself. Then Chad got up from the couch and crossed the room to turn off the TV. “It was an art film earlier. I kinda lost the remote in your monster couch.”
“Right.” Jared nodded at him and then headed for the kitchen. Chad followed behind like a lost puppy. It might have been cute if he’d been following someone else around. Following Jared was just pathetic.
Jensen and Danneel were making dinner. Chad sat on a stool on the other side of the island from them and watched the way their hips touched now and then. He watched Danneel elbow Jensen in the side as he tried to steal some of the peppers she was chopping. He watched the way Jensen’s eyes crinkled when he laughed, listened to the deep tremor of Danneel’s answering chuckle, wondered at how beautiful the two of them were together. Remembered how beautiful Kenzie was when she laughed and smiled and looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world. Wanted someone to look at him like that again.
“So if I called her, what would I say?” His question was directed at all of them. He needed help. He really, really needed help.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at him. Perhaps the question had come out of nowhere. After all, he’d spent the last few weeks denying that he wanted to get back together with her. He still wasn’t sure he actually did want to get back together. He wanted what he was seeing in front of him -- that happiness, that connection, that sweetness. And if he was honest with himself, he wanted to try some hot bathroom fucking like he’d witnessed that first night out in Vancouver.
Maybe he didn’t want Kenzie, maybe he wanted Jensen and Danneel.
Nah, that was just crazy.
Or was it?
*****
God. Watching them together is… They’re so beautiful, both of them. And they love each other. And when I look at them I realize that Kenzie and I were never like that. Sophia and I were definitely never like that. The way they laugh. The way they casually touch as they pass in the hall or make dinner. Tonight they were chopping veggies in the kitchen and talking and laughing and I wanted so much to join them. But how do I do that? Seriously. What would I say?
*****
He said good-bye to Jared and Jensen at the airport, walking through security with Danneel. She was heading to Wilmington via LA to start filming for One Tree Hill. He didn’t let it get to him that she was back on his show when he’d been let go. Much.
He didn’t stare at her purple toenails when she took off her shoes at security. He didn’t trace the length of her tanned legs up to her very short skirt. He absolutely didn’t think about pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her hard and fast against the wall of a handicap stall.
Instead, he admired her choice of toenail polish color and how it complemented the tight summer sweater hugging her amazing tits just so. And he envied her ability to get such lovely bronze skin on her shapely long legs. And he thought maybe he could get a handjob from her on the plane under one of those flimsy little blankets she’d surely need to manage the cold plane given how short her skirt was. Planes were always too cold.
When Chad had seen that she was flying coach, he’d paid to upgrade her to first class so they could sit together. When they boarded the plane he asked her if she wanted the window or the aisle. He was nothing if not a gentleman. She took the window and he got her a blanket and pillow before she could even think to ask. When the flight attendant -- Cindy, a small blonde who Chad would probably go for if he weren’t with Danneel -- asked if they’d like anything to drink he said, “Champagne. For the lady.”
Danneel stared at him for a moment then shrugged at Cindy and said, “Sure. Why not?”
“And for you, sir?” Cindy asked.
“I’ll have your best beer.” He pretended not to hear Danneel giggling next to him.
A half hour later, Chad leaned over, grazing Danneel’s ear with his nose, and whispered, “Wanna join me in the bathroom for a quickie?” In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best way to ask. Subtlety was not his greatest strength, but he was working on it. He really was.
Danneel’s elbow to his ribs, the scowl on her face, and the “What the fuck?” should have clued him in right away. Instead he thought she was just playing.
“A quickie. In the bathroom. Like at the bar.”
“At the bar? Are you kidding me? That was with Jensen. My boyfriend.” The look on her face was one he’d seen before. From Sophia and Kenzie and not during their best moments.
“I just thought --”
“Thought what? That you’d upgrade me to first class, get a couple glasses of champagne in me, and I’d suck you off in the cockpit?”
“I was thinking about your pleasure too, but if you’d rather blow me, that’s cool. And we can’t get into the cockpit since all those 9/11 security changes.”
Danneel just stared at him for a second. Then she slapped him across his face and climbed past him to an empty seat across the aisle and one row back. He was stunned but managed to figure out that the sex probably wasn’t going to happen.
*****
They parted at the airport, Danneel not even responding to his, “Sorry about the misunderstanding. Have a safe trip to Wilmington.” When he got to his condo he ordered two dozen tulips to be delivered to her hotel in North Carolina. The card said I’m a douche. I like you and Jensen. Didn’t mean to cause trouble. XOXO Chad.
He spent some quality time in Starbucks with his journal, drinking coffee, eating over-priced pound cake, and writing.
I’m an idiot. A big fucking idiot. I propositioned Danny on the airplane and it didn’t go over well. She’s probably going to tell Jensen. I should have just fucked the stewardess instead (she was definitely interested in me). Now I’m gonna have to grovel or something to get on Danny’s good side again. Otherwise I’ll never get in her pants.
The next afternoon he got a text: XOXO? Are you kidding?
He sent back Like I said I like you. Forgive me? I can behave.
And she sent back Behave? Yeah right. Whatever. Forgiven. Forgotten.
He sent her another bouquet. Roses this time. See you and Jensen in Vancouver in a couple weeks. With love, Chad.
She texted With love? LOL. You’re too much.
He smiled and saved it. She’d see. He’d make her see.
*****
her eyes
like pools of water
reflecting his love
shining so bright
pulling me in
entrancing me
how can he resist?
how can I?
she is an angel
it’s heaven between her thighs
Falling
They were all he could think of. When he woke up in the morning, hand on his half-hard cock. When he went to bed at night, hand on his half-hard cock. When he walked around all day readjusting his half-hard cock in his pants at the mere memory of them. He supposed some people might just think of it as lust, but it just… It was so much more. He didn’t even know how it happened. Just the way they were together. The way they laughed and moved and he just wanted to be part of that. He wanted to know what they tasted like. What their hands would feel like in his. What their bodies would feel like pressed to his own like he was the cream in a Jensen/Chad/Danneel-flavored Oreo cookie.
He wanted to know them.
He took care of some paperwork with his agent, did a photo shoot for a new magazine trying to be the next GQ, had a painfully tense lunch with Kenzie that confirmed things were definitely over -- she was already dating some new CW-network flunkie -- and then headed back to Vancouver.
He was expecting Jared to pick him up. He was surprised -- both pleasantly and terrifyingly -- to see Jensen waiting for him as he exited Customs with his wheelie bag in tow.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in the face.”
Chad was startled into silence for a moment then pulled himself together and said, “Because we’re in public, people are looking at us and pulling out their camera phones, and you really don’t wanna be on TMZ.”
“I fucking hate you.” Jensen turned away, calling out “let’s go” as he started walking to the exit.
Chad caught up to him and grinned even though Jensen was intentionally not looking his way. “No you don’t.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t want to punch me.”
“Yeah, Chad. I do.” No other words were spoken until they got to the car. “I should make you ride in the trunk, asshole.”
“If Danneel can forgive me --”
“Forgive you? What’s there to forgive?” The sarcasm was thick and Chad was actually a little impressed. Jensen had always been a little intense, but not often so forceful. Chad felt his cock twitch with interest even though this was absolutely not the time. “Hey, all you did was try to fuck my girlfriend, right? What’s a little sharing between buddies? Is that what you think?”
They were standing on opposite sides of the car, staring at each other over the roof.
“I’m sorry.” He was genuine. There was a time in his life when he wouldn’t have bothered even if he’d meant it. Now that he really did mean it, he wasn’t sure he could make Jensen believe him. “I didn’t… I didn’t think, man. I like her --”
“You like her? That’s great. You like her. I’m so happy to know that you like my girlfriend enough to wanna fuck her on an airplane. It’s great to know that you respect her so much.” He opened the driver’s side door and moved to get in, muttering as he ducked out of site. “He likes her. Gee that just makes it all better.”
Chad opened the back door and put his suitcase on the seat then got in up front. “I… I like you both. Can we just… Can we start fresh?”
Jensen looked at him like he had two heads and mumbled, “Un-fucking-believable.” A few minutes later when they’d made their way out of the craziness of the airport parking garage and were actually on the road heading for Jared’s place Jensen surprised him by saying, “Sure. Start fresh. After all, Danny’s already forgiven you.”
Chad’s smile fell off his face at the deep sigh that followed Jensen’s words, but he vowed to win the guy over.
*****
Chad was barely through Jared’s front door before he was accosted with the one question he didn’t want to deal with. “So how was lunch with Kenzie?”
Chad’s response was a groan. He was grateful that Jensen had brushed by them both and headed into the kitchen.
“Dude, this was your chance to fix things.”
“And I’m standing in your living room instead of having make-up sex in LA. That should be a clue.”
“You don’t even want to fix this, do you.” It was an accusation, not a question and Chad had to laugh, because really, what was he supposed to say? After spending two weeks in Vancouver -- two weeks watching Jensen and Danneel be a real couple, watching them be together in a way he’d never been with Kenzie or Sophia or any other woman he’d been with -- he really didn’t want to fix things. Without knowing it, he’d been right the night they’d fought -- he wanted to see other people. Two specific other people, although that hadn’t been the case when they’d broken up. Then he’d just known he wasn’t happy with the way things were.
He meant to say, “We talked about it, but it’s just over, Jay.” What actually came out was, “I think I’m in love.”
Chad managed to not get pissed at the eyeroll; if things had been reversed he wouldn’t have believed himself either. “Let me guess,” Jared said. “You met her on the plane?”
Chad just laughed. “No. It’s not someone new.”
“Is she the reason you broke up? Were you cheating on Kenzie?”
“No! I didn’t… I didn’t know before. I just sort of realized. After I came here and then went home and --”
“You really think this is a good time to be falling in love? Give yourself some time man.”
“Don’t need time to know. Just need time to make it happen.”
Jared laughed at that. “So what makes you so sure you can make it happen?”
“I’ve never felt this way before in my life.” He looked past Jared at Jensen drinking a beer and staring out the window over the kitchen sink. It was possible that Jensen was more beautiful than Danneel. They were never going to go for him. He didn’t have anything to offer.
*****
“Hey.”
Jensen was standing in front of the open freezer reading the back of a box. He looked up at Chad and said, “Hey.” Chad found himself frozen in place. He’d never seen Jensen in his glasses. It was actually kind of surprising -- not that he wore glasses, but that Chad had somehow not seen them yet. It was probably a good thing because now Chad would be spending the day in his room jerking off to the mental picture of Jensen wearing nothing but those glasses. The guy was hotter than anyone had any right to be.
Fuck. “Uhh…” He was speechless. And an idiot.
“Did you need something?” Jensen asked, putting the box back in the freezer and stepping back.
“Uhh…”
Jensen just raised an eyebrow at him.
“Milk,” he finally managed to get out. Jensen stepped to the side so that Chad could get out the milk then moved again twice as Chad danced back and forth unsure how to move around him to get cereal and a bowl out of the cupboards.
“Late night?” Jensen asked.
“Huh?”
“It’s just… you seem like you’re not really fully awake yet. Thought maybe you were up late.”
Jensen was making conversation with him. Real conversation. For the first time since he’d confronted him about coming on to Danneel on the plane. This was good. He should say something back.
“Uhh. No, not late, just…” He trailed off and shrugged.
“It’s cool. I’m not a morning person either.” Jensen smiled at him, then grabbed a banana off the counter and left the kitchen.
“Fuck me,” Chad whispered to himself. It’s cool. Jensen had said, “It’s cool.” Chad’s stomach flipped and he spent half the day with a smile on his face. The other half of the day was spent jerking off to the image of Jensen in his glasses.
*****
Jensen picked up his phone and set it back down on the nightstand at least five times before he finally got up the nerve to actually call Danneel.
“Hey, babe,” she said after just one ring.
Jensen thought about hanging up but he knew she’d just call him right back. “What the fuck am I doing here?”
“Uh… I’m gonna need more to go on.”
“Chad. He’s… he’s a dick. He propositioned you for Christ’s sake. But I -- I keep seeing him in the house and he seems like -- like maybe he’s not so bad?”
Danneel snorted at that.
“I mean… Jared’s been friends with him for years.”
“That’s ’cause he’s a good guy. Misguided and misunderstood, poor judgment, the inability to speak without thinking first, but basically good.”
“You really forgive him for the plane?”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “He’s a moron but he actually thought he was being smooth. From his perspective it was a compliment. Besides… he likes you, that’s enough for me.”
“Yeah. I thought maybe we could hang out. Try to be friends.”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
“Yeah?” He chewed his lip, still uncertain but confident that Danneel’s view of things would be the right one.
“Yeah. Hang out, catch a game, trade blowjobs.”
Jensen choked. “What?”
“You know, do guy things together.”
“Right.” He must have misheard her. Must have been projecting his own thoughts onto her words. “I should let you go. It’s late for you.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Love you.”
“Love you too. And Jen? It’s cool if you wanna do more than just hang out with him.”
Before he could get out some kind of denial, Danneel hung up on her end.
Fuck me.
*****
Chad spent significant portions of the next three days in his room beating off to thoughts of Danneel’s long muscular legs. And to Jensen in his glasses. And to Jensen in his glasses with Danneel’s long legs wrapped around his waist. And over his shoulders. To Danneel on her hands and knees, ass up in the air while Jensen (in his glasses) pounded into her over and over. Of Jensen on his hands and knees, ass up in the air while Danneel pounded into him over and over. He was getting calluses from all the beating off. He may have only come out of his room because he was starting to rub himself raw.
When he did finally emerge he once again found Jensen in the kitchen, this time staring into the fridge. “Hey, you eat dinner yet?”
“Uhh, no?”
“Wanna go out for something? There’s not much in the house.”
“Uhh, where’s Jared?”
“Out with Gen.”
“Oh.” Was Jensen asking him out?
The silence went on for what felt like hours but Chad hoped was really only a few seconds.
“So?” Jensen asked.
“Uhh, sure.” This was Chad’s chance. Now he just had to get through a meal and not fuck it all up. He was certain he could do it. Maybe.
Two hours later he was certain he’d fucked up because Jensen seemed like he couldn’t get away from him fast enough when they got back to the house. Dinner had gone fine, they’d talked about the industry, joked about the crap they’d done for the network, swapped stories about their experiences on the Creek and what they loved and hated about LA. It was all good and then Chad had brought up Danneel and the plane in an awkward attempt to apologize and then Jensen had gotten quiet. Chad picked up the check and they drove back to the house and Jensen was practically out of his car before he’d even parked it.
Chad followed him into the house, unsure of what to say. They got through the door and he barely got out “Jen --” before Jensen had him pressed against the wall and dropped to his knees to unbutton Chad’s pants.
“Fuck me.” Chad groaned and thrust his hips towards Jensen’s face. He may have whimpered when Jensen pulled his pants down and took Chad into his mouth like they’d been doing this for years. It was unbelievable.
Chad looked down and then had to close his eyes to keep from coming too soon. He wasn’t going to last long regardless, but he could at least make a somewhat decent showing, right? Jensen was on his knees, with Chad’s dick in his mouth, and he was liking it. He opened his eyes again and the look in Jensen’s eyes was unmistakable. He pressed the heel of his hand to his cock and looked up at Chad through the longest lashes ever and that was it, Chad was coming in his mouth without warning. Jensen pulled back and finished him off with his hand, letting the last few drops splash against his pouty mouth and holy shit. Chad felt shocks through his body even after he’d stopped spurting come. It was insane.
He tugged at Jensen’s arm, pulling him up. He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to suck him off in return, he wanted to bury his cock deep in his tight ass. Jensen wiped his thumb across his lips catching those last drops, then licked it clean as Chad reached down to return the favor only to find the front of Jensen’s pants were wet. Jensen shrugged and smiled and said, “Good night.” Then he was walking down the stairs to his room and Chad was left leaning against the living room wall still trying to catch his breath and figure out what the fuck had just happened.
*****
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Jensen’s mouth. Holy shit. I just … I can’t remember ever being blown like that before in my life.
The way he looked up at me while he did it. Letting me cum on his face. The way he came in his pants without even really touching himself. Jesus fuck. Amazing. Those fucking lips. Christ. So fucking hot.
FUCK!
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