Old News - Part 4
Title: Old News
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC17
Summary: The Media always love a scandal - sometimes, though, they don’t look at the tragedy behind the words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!!
A/N: A bit darker than my normal stuff and not jolly or happy. It might disturb some - with mentions of attempted suicide etc. So if you might be upset by this - pass this story by!
Previous chapter
April 2008
Jared sighed as he put down the phone. Sandy had sounded pissed, again, and he was running out of excuses. The writers strike had, finally, ended and they were back at work, working damn hard in fact, trying to get the series back on track. They only had time to film four episodes so he couldn’t really keep running back and forward between LA and Vancouver and she had to understand that, she had to. ”
He felt strong arms come around him from behind and he let his head fall back so that it rested, a little uncomfortably, on Jensen’s broad shoulder. He could hear the older man’s breathing, feel the soft puff of warm air on the side of his neck.
“Come on Jared, let it go.” Jensen bit down on the jugular and Jared hissed and bucked, feeling his cock go instantly hard, feeling Jensen’s hand snake around and press his palm against the bulge in Jared’s jeans, rubbing it a little, making Jared buck and grind.
He was wound up, tense and taut and it didn’t take very long. Jensen bit down on his neck one last time and he came hard inside his boxers, a wet patch spreading onto his jeans, his body going limp against Jensen’s, the older man holding him up, supporting him.
“She doesn’t understand.” He flopped onto the floor of his trailer, realising that he was going to have to change his jeans. “She wants me to go up there this weekend and I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t go.” Jensen sat down beside him and pulled his head down against his shoulder, stroking his hair. “She doesn’t own you.”
“No.” Jared swallowed, leaning closer. “No - she doesn’t own me, you do, you do Jensen.”
“Yeah.” Jensen’s voice was warm, gentle, soft Texan vowels slipping like honey from his tongue. “Damn right Padalecki, damn right.”
Jared twisted the gold ring on his left hand and bit his lip hard.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” he said, voice sounding as broken and as hopeless as he felt.
“You have to,” Jensen murmured, but his own tone lacked conviction and Jared knew, knew that he felt it too.
“I - I love you, you know?” They very rarely, if ever, said it, but Jared wanted to, needed to.
“I know,” Jensen replied, but it didn’t make anything any better.
***
Late May 2008
Jared was on the set of ‘Friday 13th’ when his cell phone went.
It was odd, he mused, being here in Austin alone, away from his family, from Sandy and, most of all, from Jensen.
He was enjoying the film, enjoying doing his own stunts, even though he was feeling the bruises, enjoying reporting back to Jensen, holed up in Pittsburgh, both of them sharing horror stories, literally.
He pressed the answer button and Sandy’s voice came down the line, shrill and desperate.
“How could you?” For once, there was no anger in her voice, only pain and Jared winced, shaking his head and pressing his ear closer.
“What’s wrong?” He realised that she was crying, hitching breathes followed by wet little sniffs. “Sandy - what is it?”
“How could you humiliate me like this? I thought you loved me.” She sounded awful and Jared wanted to run away, to slam the cell down and hide in his trailer like a child. “I found out by reading it on the internet - you couldn’t even have the decency to tell me.”
“Tell you what?” There was a heavy weight now, pressing against his chest like iron. “Tell you what, Sandy?”
“That you were fucking your co-star.” Her voice was barely audible and Jared felt his legs go weak, his heart pounding so hard that the blood rushed to his head and he felt sure he was going to pass out.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He was floundering now, his mind whirling, wondering how she could have found out, who could have told her. He opened his mouth to say more but she was still talking and her next words made him so weak that he, finally, had to sit down, his ass hitting the trailer floor.
“That fucking Danielle Panabaker - God - Jared how could you? She is so fucking young.” He didn’t think he had ever heard Sandy curse so much and he swallowed hard, his heart beat finally slowing, his mouth so dry he could barely speak.
“Look Sandy - whatever you’ve read baby, it isn’t true, I’m not interested in her ok? I - I’m not in love with her.”
“Yeah?” She was still crying, sobs so pathetic that Jared felt a lump forming in his own throat, because, despite everything, she was still his first love, still one of his best friends. “Yeah - well - I don’t know and I don’t care - all I do know is that you don’t love me anymore - if you ever did. I know there is someone else Jared, I know it and, to be honest, I can’t do this anymore - we should split - we should end it, you know? It is for the best - you know that right? That it is for the best?”
He did know it; he knew it only too well.
He left his ring on the table in his trailer and picked up his cell.
***
“I need to see you,” it came out whispered and desperate and he could hear Jensen’s breathing, even and soft, as the older man considered what he had just said.
“I understand you are upset man, but we are both filming here, we can’t just up and run.”
“Director gave me a couple of day’s compassionate leave,” Jared laughed, but there was no humour in it, “to get over the heart break of my broken engagement.”
“And what’s my excuse?” Jensen sounded pissed but amused and Jared’s heart swelled with love and need.
“You are my best friend dude; I want you near me in my hour of need.”
“Sure.” Jensen was serious again and Jared could hear the want in his voice. “Look, let’s book some seedy motel - somewhere that’s halfway between here and there. As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m on set and you’re on set, no one need ever know. I’ll tell Danneel that I’ve got some intense scenes coming up ok? And Jared...”
“Yeah?”
“I love you and - and I’m kinda glad that you’re free now.”
Jared swallowed, hard, salt stinging his eyelids.
“Me too,” was all he said.
***
Present Day
’Unconfirmed reports are that the actor, whose dramatic suicide bid has kept us all on tenterhooks, is out of intensive care and able to talk. We cannot say how true these reports are and, at present, we are unable to tell you anything more. The actor’s co-star has been seen in the hospital and is said to be at his bedside now. We are hoping to get an interview with him as soon as we are able. We will, of course, keep you fully informed on this intensely tragic drama that is unfolding before you. Keep watching’. .
Next chapter
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC17
Summary: The Media always love a scandal - sometimes, though, they don’t look at the tragedy behind the words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!!
A/N: A bit darker than my normal stuff and not jolly or happy. It might disturb some - with mentions of attempted suicide etc. So if you might be upset by this - pass this story by!
Previous chapter
April 2008
Jared sighed as he put down the phone. Sandy had sounded pissed, again, and he was running out of excuses. The writers strike had, finally, ended and they were back at work, working damn hard in fact, trying to get the series back on track. They only had time to film four episodes so he couldn’t really keep running back and forward between LA and Vancouver and she had to understand that, she had to. ”
He felt strong arms come around him from behind and he let his head fall back so that it rested, a little uncomfortably, on Jensen’s broad shoulder. He could hear the older man’s breathing, feel the soft puff of warm air on the side of his neck.
“Come on Jared, let it go.” Jensen bit down on the jugular and Jared hissed and bucked, feeling his cock go instantly hard, feeling Jensen’s hand snake around and press his palm against the bulge in Jared’s jeans, rubbing it a little, making Jared buck and grind.
He was wound up, tense and taut and it didn’t take very long. Jensen bit down on his neck one last time and he came hard inside his boxers, a wet patch spreading onto his jeans, his body going limp against Jensen’s, the older man holding him up, supporting him.
“She doesn’t understand.” He flopped onto the floor of his trailer, realising that he was going to have to change his jeans. “She wants me to go up there this weekend and I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t go.” Jensen sat down beside him and pulled his head down against his shoulder, stroking his hair. “She doesn’t own you.”
“No.” Jared swallowed, leaning closer. “No - she doesn’t own me, you do, you do Jensen.”
“Yeah.” Jensen’s voice was warm, gentle, soft Texan vowels slipping like honey from his tongue. “Damn right Padalecki, damn right.”
Jared twisted the gold ring on his left hand and bit his lip hard.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” he said, voice sounding as broken and as hopeless as he felt.
“You have to,” Jensen murmured, but his own tone lacked conviction and Jared knew, knew that he felt it too.
“I - I love you, you know?” They very rarely, if ever, said it, but Jared wanted to, needed to.
“I know,” Jensen replied, but it didn’t make anything any better.
***
Late May 2008
Jared was on the set of ‘Friday 13th’ when his cell phone went.
It was odd, he mused, being here in Austin alone, away from his family, from Sandy and, most of all, from Jensen.
He was enjoying the film, enjoying doing his own stunts, even though he was feeling the bruises, enjoying reporting back to Jensen, holed up in Pittsburgh, both of them sharing horror stories, literally.
He pressed the answer button and Sandy’s voice came down the line, shrill and desperate.
“How could you?” For once, there was no anger in her voice, only pain and Jared winced, shaking his head and pressing his ear closer.
“What’s wrong?” He realised that she was crying, hitching breathes followed by wet little sniffs. “Sandy - what is it?”
“How could you humiliate me like this? I thought you loved me.” She sounded awful and Jared wanted to run away, to slam the cell down and hide in his trailer like a child. “I found out by reading it on the internet - you couldn’t even have the decency to tell me.”
“Tell you what?” There was a heavy weight now, pressing against his chest like iron. “Tell you what, Sandy?”
“That you were fucking your co-star.” Her voice was barely audible and Jared felt his legs go weak, his heart pounding so hard that the blood rushed to his head and he felt sure he was going to pass out.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He was floundering now, his mind whirling, wondering how she could have found out, who could have told her. He opened his mouth to say more but she was still talking and her next words made him so weak that he, finally, had to sit down, his ass hitting the trailer floor.
“That fucking Danielle Panabaker - God - Jared how could you? She is so fucking young.” He didn’t think he had ever heard Sandy curse so much and he swallowed hard, his heart beat finally slowing, his mouth so dry he could barely speak.
“Look Sandy - whatever you’ve read baby, it isn’t true, I’m not interested in her ok? I - I’m not in love with her.”
“Yeah?” She was still crying, sobs so pathetic that Jared felt a lump forming in his own throat, because, despite everything, she was still his first love, still one of his best friends. “Yeah - well - I don’t know and I don’t care - all I do know is that you don’t love me anymore - if you ever did. I know there is someone else Jared, I know it and, to be honest, I can’t do this anymore - we should split - we should end it, you know? It is for the best - you know that right? That it is for the best?”
He did know it; he knew it only too well.
He left his ring on the table in his trailer and picked up his cell.
***
“I need to see you,” it came out whispered and desperate and he could hear Jensen’s breathing, even and soft, as the older man considered what he had just said.
“I understand you are upset man, but we are both filming here, we can’t just up and run.”
“Director gave me a couple of day’s compassionate leave,” Jared laughed, but there was no humour in it, “to get over the heart break of my broken engagement.”
“And what’s my excuse?” Jensen sounded pissed but amused and Jared’s heart swelled with love and need.
“You are my best friend dude; I want you near me in my hour of need.”
“Sure.” Jensen was serious again and Jared could hear the want in his voice. “Look, let’s book some seedy motel - somewhere that’s halfway between here and there. As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m on set and you’re on set, no one need ever know. I’ll tell Danneel that I’ve got some intense scenes coming up ok? And Jared...”
“Yeah?”
“I love you and - and I’m kinda glad that you’re free now.”
Jared swallowed, hard, salt stinging his eyelids.
“Me too,” was all he said.
***
Present Day
’Unconfirmed reports are that the actor, whose dramatic suicide bid has kept us all on tenterhooks, is out of intensive care and able to talk. We cannot say how true these reports are and, at present, we are unable to tell you anything more. The actor’s co-star has been seen in the hospital and is said to be at his bedside now. We are hoping to get an interview with him as soon as we are able. We will, of course, keep you fully informed on this intensely tragic drama that is unfolding before you. Keep watching’. .
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