Fic: Make Me Feel Like I Do
Title: Make Me Feel Like I Do (the Racconto remix)
Author: me
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMC
Word Count: 1,410
Summary: It was entirely possible that Jensen had a crush. Didn’t mean he knew what to do about it.
Written for j2_remix. Remix of Backstory by mediaville. I really hope you like it!
Many, MANY thanks go out to juice817 for the amazing last-second beta. Saved my bacon.
His neck is tight and sore from sleeping on the couch, a bad idea under normal circumstances. Even worse when he has the dead weight of another person draped across his chest.
*****
The first thing Jensen thought upon meeting Jared Padalecki was "so this is the guy who stole my role." The second thing was, "Dear God, look at him."
The picture on Jared's IMDB page hadn't done him any justice. There was no way Jensen could have been prepared to come face to face with this. And were this any other time or place, he wouldn't hesitate to go for it, not for one second.
But he had promised himself two things long ago. Number one: no sleeping with co-stars; it only led to awkwardness. And number two: try to avoid keeping secrets from co-stars; it led to a whole different type of awkwardness if they found out on their own.
That was why he told Jared he was gay before they finished their second week of filming.
*****
It takes three lazy blinks for him to realize that the house is way too quiet.
*****
There were days that Jensen really wished he had met Jared in a club or a bar, where he wouldn't have felt so guilty about the damn crush he had going on.
It was ridiculous how well Jared had taken his little announcement, just a light punch to the shoulder and a "thanks for telling me, man." It would have been so much easier to squash down his feelings had Jared been a jerk about it.
But instead, Jared was apparently the most understanding person in the world. The following weeks, he actually took the time to find out how Jensen's tastes ran, quirked his eyebrows and lips up whenever he caught Jensen checking another guy out, encouraged him.
And somehow, he never seemed to realize that Jensen was always eyeing the tall, dark, and friendly-looking guys in the room.
*****
The red light is blinking on his cell phone, letting him know first thing upon waking that he has a voicemail. And he already knows he doesn't want to hear it.
*****
Jensen couldn't remember exactly when things went from "pretend you don't have a colossal crush on your best friend and co-worker" to "try to distance yourself by making him feel uncomfortable." It was probably around the time Jensen started getting the nasty suspicion that "crush" was a major understatement.
So he started with the flirting. Small, subtle, and at first it seemed like it might be working. Jared would blush and shy away for a moment, and Jensen had to tell himself that the slight flush creeping up Jared's neck was not cute. Thinking like that would only make things so much worse.
Then the blushing stopped and the touching began, completely counterproductive to Jensen's plans - a jab to the ribs mid-scene during filming, a hand on Jensen's lower back on their way off set, not the mention the constant climbing while on the red carpet. The bolder Jensen's advances, the closer Jared seemed to get.
*****
The phone is just out of reach.
*****
It got to the point where Jensen was goddamn dirty with Jared, far worse than he ever remembered being with guys he actually hooked up with. They shot right past innuendo and entendre, and straight into material that would fit into any adult film.
It was always worse when Jared had been on his own for a while, in between visits with Sandy. One time, the frustration was practically rolling off the guy, and Jensen couldn't help himself any longer. He offered. "Nothin' a long, wet blowjob won't cure, Jay." He caught himself before he actually licked his lips in anticipation but not before his mind ran away with the possibilities.
He could see it: sinking to his knees right there in Jared's trailer, sliding his hands down Jared's body before reaching for his fly to draw him out. He could almost imagine the weight of Jared's cock, first in his hand as he stoked Jared slow and carefully to hardness and then against his tongue. He practically heard the noises Jared would make as Jensen swallowed him down, felt Jared's hands scrambling for a grip somewhere in Jensen's hair in order to hold him still and just take.
The wide-eyed look on Jared's face as Jensen narrated the scenario, carefully adjusting his pronouns, gave Jensen a fleeting glimpse of hope that maybe, maybe.
Sandy came to visit that weekend, and Jensen had nothing but a bottle of Jack and new wank material.
*****
He gets an elbow to the solar plexus when he tries to shift out from underneath the person using him as a mattress. The mid-morning sun is streaming past the curtains no one bothered to close last night, and the glare off a glossy something catches him right in the eye.
*****
They planned Jensen's 30th birthday party for weeks. The past few episodes of filming had been difficult for everyone, and they were all looking forward to kicking back and relaxing.
And that was just what Jensen was doing. He had a spectacular buzz going on and, even better, what promised to be a spectacular lay in front of him. He couldn't remember who this guy came with, but Jake was handsome, lithe, and was beginning to grind deliciously into Jensen's lap while they made out on the couch.
Which was when Jared spilled his drink all over them.
One of Jared's flimsy excuses later, and Jensen was upstairs with Jared, door shut behind them, and Jared had this look in his eyes. Like he was just then figuring it all out. Like he was actually fucking jealous.
Then Jared was crowding against him, rubbing his hardening cock against Jensen's thigh and sucking Jensen's earlobe between his lips. Promising everything Jensen's been telling himself could not happen for years now.
And Jensen couldn't take it, not then.
So he laughed, scoffed, and left Jared, alone, to return to Jake.
*****
It takes some squirming to free himself enough to pull his phone to him using his fingertips. The name on the missed call display shines accusingly at him.
*****
Once everyone at the party left, they wasted no time - Jensen sprawled across the sofa cushions, shirt thrown halfway across the room and pants stripped to his ankles, with Jake taking him down like a pro. It was nearly perfect, the wet warmth of Jake's mouth, a delicious mix of suction and licks along his dick, and Jensen was losing it.
His groans and grunts were loud in his own ears, and he nearly missed the stairs creaking behind him.
Jared was watching.
He blamed that knowledge for the way he cupped the back of Jake's head and murmured a name. The wrong name.
There was no missing the front door slamming.
*****
He's half-tempted to throw his cell across the room, just so he can put off listening to the voicemail for a little longer. He hits play anyway and listens.
*****
The message on his cell phone when Jensen woke the next morning left nothing to doubt. Jared's speech was slurred, still drunk if Jensen had to guess, but there was no missing the feeling behind it. "Just because you're all fucking…hot enough to make me gay and shit…" and Jensen tuned out the rest of the rambling.
Later, he watched the Mavericks/Lakers game and caught sight of a familiar shaggy head sitting courtside. Jared looked just as miserable as he felt.
*****
"Who was it?" The voice is muffled against his chest, sleepy curious. A long body stretches alongside him, limbs falling off the ends of the couch.
"My mom," he cringes. "Mad at me for not calling her back yesterday."
*****
He waited until the weekend was over before calling Jared back, explanation thick on his tongue.
*****
"You did promise her you'd call her back immediately after we ate."
"Oh, just go back to sleep."
Jared tucks his head underneath Jensen's chin and does just that. Jensen tosses his phone back on the table and follows suit.
*****
It took a couple weeks of apologizing, a very long conversation between them, and one unfortunately messy breakup before Jensen talked himself into breaking his own promises. The look on Jared's face after their first kiss convinced him it was the right decision after all.
Author: me
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMC
Word Count: 1,410
Summary: It was entirely possible that Jensen had a crush. Didn’t mean he knew what to do about it.
Written for j2_remix. Remix of Backstory by mediaville. I really hope you like it!
Many, MANY thanks go out to juice817 for the amazing last-second beta. Saved my bacon.
His neck is tight and sore from sleeping on the couch, a bad idea under normal circumstances. Even worse when he has the dead weight of another person draped across his chest.
*****
The first thing Jensen thought upon meeting Jared Padalecki was "so this is the guy who stole my role." The second thing was, "Dear God, look at him."
The picture on Jared's IMDB page hadn't done him any justice. There was no way Jensen could have been prepared to come face to face with this. And were this any other time or place, he wouldn't hesitate to go for it, not for one second.
But he had promised himself two things long ago. Number one: no sleeping with co-stars; it only led to awkwardness. And number two: try to avoid keeping secrets from co-stars; it led to a whole different type of awkwardness if they found out on their own.
That was why he told Jared he was gay before they finished their second week of filming.
*****
It takes three lazy blinks for him to realize that the house is way too quiet.
*****
There were days that Jensen really wished he had met Jared in a club or a bar, where he wouldn't have felt so guilty about the damn crush he had going on.
It was ridiculous how well Jared had taken his little announcement, just a light punch to the shoulder and a "thanks for telling me, man." It would have been so much easier to squash down his feelings had Jared been a jerk about it.
But instead, Jared was apparently the most understanding person in the world. The following weeks, he actually took the time to find out how Jensen's tastes ran, quirked his eyebrows and lips up whenever he caught Jensen checking another guy out, encouraged him.
And somehow, he never seemed to realize that Jensen was always eyeing the tall, dark, and friendly-looking guys in the room.
*****
The red light is blinking on his cell phone, letting him know first thing upon waking that he has a voicemail. And he already knows he doesn't want to hear it.
*****
Jensen couldn't remember exactly when things went from "pretend you don't have a colossal crush on your best friend and co-worker" to "try to distance yourself by making him feel uncomfortable." It was probably around the time Jensen started getting the nasty suspicion that "crush" was a major understatement.
So he started with the flirting. Small, subtle, and at first it seemed like it might be working. Jared would blush and shy away for a moment, and Jensen had to tell himself that the slight flush creeping up Jared's neck was not cute. Thinking like that would only make things so much worse.
Then the blushing stopped and the touching began, completely counterproductive to Jensen's plans - a jab to the ribs mid-scene during filming, a hand on Jensen's lower back on their way off set, not the mention the constant climbing while on the red carpet. The bolder Jensen's advances, the closer Jared seemed to get.
*****
The phone is just out of reach.
*****
It got to the point where Jensen was goddamn dirty with Jared, far worse than he ever remembered being with guys he actually hooked up with. They shot right past innuendo and entendre, and straight into material that would fit into any adult film.
It was always worse when Jared had been on his own for a while, in between visits with Sandy. One time, the frustration was practically rolling off the guy, and Jensen couldn't help himself any longer. He offered. "Nothin' a long, wet blowjob won't cure, Jay." He caught himself before he actually licked his lips in anticipation but not before his mind ran away with the possibilities.
He could see it: sinking to his knees right there in Jared's trailer, sliding his hands down Jared's body before reaching for his fly to draw him out. He could almost imagine the weight of Jared's cock, first in his hand as he stoked Jared slow and carefully to hardness and then against his tongue. He practically heard the noises Jared would make as Jensen swallowed him down, felt Jared's hands scrambling for a grip somewhere in Jensen's hair in order to hold him still and just take.
The wide-eyed look on Jared's face as Jensen narrated the scenario, carefully adjusting his pronouns, gave Jensen a fleeting glimpse of hope that maybe, maybe.
Sandy came to visit that weekend, and Jensen had nothing but a bottle of Jack and new wank material.
*****
He gets an elbow to the solar plexus when he tries to shift out from underneath the person using him as a mattress. The mid-morning sun is streaming past the curtains no one bothered to close last night, and the glare off a glossy something catches him right in the eye.
*****
They planned Jensen's 30th birthday party for weeks. The past few episodes of filming had been difficult for everyone, and they were all looking forward to kicking back and relaxing.
And that was just what Jensen was doing. He had a spectacular buzz going on and, even better, what promised to be a spectacular lay in front of him. He couldn't remember who this guy came with, but Jake was handsome, lithe, and was beginning to grind deliciously into Jensen's lap while they made out on the couch.
Which was when Jared spilled his drink all over them.
One of Jared's flimsy excuses later, and Jensen was upstairs with Jared, door shut behind them, and Jared had this look in his eyes. Like he was just then figuring it all out. Like he was actually fucking jealous.
Then Jared was crowding against him, rubbing his hardening cock against Jensen's thigh and sucking Jensen's earlobe between his lips. Promising everything Jensen's been telling himself could not happen for years now.
And Jensen couldn't take it, not then.
So he laughed, scoffed, and left Jared, alone, to return to Jake.
*****
It takes some squirming to free himself enough to pull his phone to him using his fingertips. The name on the missed call display shines accusingly at him.
*****
Once everyone at the party left, they wasted no time - Jensen sprawled across the sofa cushions, shirt thrown halfway across the room and pants stripped to his ankles, with Jake taking him down like a pro. It was nearly perfect, the wet warmth of Jake's mouth, a delicious mix of suction and licks along his dick, and Jensen was losing it.
His groans and grunts were loud in his own ears, and he nearly missed the stairs creaking behind him.
Jared was watching.
He blamed that knowledge for the way he cupped the back of Jake's head and murmured a name. The wrong name.
There was no missing the front door slamming.
*****
He's half-tempted to throw his cell across the room, just so he can put off listening to the voicemail for a little longer. He hits play anyway and listens.
*****
The message on his cell phone when Jensen woke the next morning left nothing to doubt. Jared's speech was slurred, still drunk if Jensen had to guess, but there was no missing the feeling behind it. "Just because you're all fucking…hot enough to make me gay and shit…" and Jensen tuned out the rest of the rambling.
Later, he watched the Mavericks/Lakers game and caught sight of a familiar shaggy head sitting courtside. Jared looked just as miserable as he felt.
*****
"Who was it?" The voice is muffled against his chest, sleepy curious. A long body stretches alongside him, limbs falling off the ends of the couch.
"My mom," he cringes. "Mad at me for not calling her back yesterday."
*****
He waited until the weekend was over before calling Jared back, explanation thick on his tongue.
*****
"You did promise her you'd call her back immediately after we ate."
"Oh, just go back to sleep."
Jared tucks his head underneath Jensen's chin and does just that. Jensen tosses his phone back on the table and follows suit.
*****
It took a couple weeks of apologizing, a very long conversation between them, and one unfortunately messy breakup before Jensen talked himself into breaking his own promises. The look on Jared's face after their first kiss convinced him it was the right decision after all.