Chasing Prince Charming [FIC]
Title:Chasing Prince Charming
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Master Post
Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
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Chapter 5: Parry and Thrust
***Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows***
Three days later, Jensen finally found his balls and picked up his cell phone. It was almost at the end of the week and he wanted to ask Jared to hang out, more so he wanted to make sure Jared was still cool with them hanging out. Admitting that he acted like a damn fool was at least a good start, he hoped. He flipped his phone open, hit a speed dial and sighed, trying to be patient until Jared picked up.
Three rings and then Jared picked up. “Thank you for calling the utterly fabulous Jared Padalecki. To talk to a live person, press one; to talk to a machine which will bore you to tears, press two; or, if you’d like to talk to an asshole, hold your breath and press three. Beep!” Jared chuckled into the line, sounding ecstatic and excited and just plain bouncy. “Hey, Jen.”
Jensen rolled his eyes at Jared. "Wow, you're in a great mood today," he answered as he moved to the kitchen for a drink. He shifted the phone and held it against his ear.
“Because I’m totally awesome and I landed a fucking lead in the next play!” Jared crowed happily. “But, forget that for a minute because it’s going to take a while for me to finish gushing about it; how’re you doing? Done avoiding your best friend over a stupid little kiss?” he asked point-blank. “I mean, it wasn’t even a good kiss. Third graders kiss better than that, more tongue, too!” he teased.
Jensen opened a can of soda and sat down at the small island in the middle of the kitchen. He frowned and cleared his throat. "I know you said it wasn't a big deal, but I’m sorry I acted like that. I had a boyfriend a while back and after how much of a dick he was, it sort of sets me off when I feel like I'm getting close to someone. I’m done being a bitch, though. No more acting like a girl that's on the rag or some shit." Max was into drugs and Jensen knew that he was a dick because of the drugs. He hadn't been like that when Jensen first met him but he turned into a classic story. Rent money, food money; everything went out the window and Jensen let it happen because he was just ‘so in love’ at the time. Love made people do such stupid shit and it scared him.
“Hate to break it to you, dude, but we’re really close. That’s kind of what makes friendships work, dummy,” Jared teased gently, knowing how badly a relationship could fuck someone up. He was a goddamn poster boy for the aftermath of a bad relationship. “So we’ve kissed like third graders, big deal. You’ve also had your dick in me and, from what you led me to believe, we’ve sucked each other off. I promise not to go out and buy a wedding dress.”
Jensen laughed, just glad his best friend wasn't a drama queen, not where it counted anyway. "Okay, sounds like a deal to me," he answered and leaned against the table. "So, can we skip over anymore talking about me and my little fit?" He grinned. "Besides, I want to take you out to a movie this Saturday and now all the more reason we have something to celebrate; tell me about the play that you're going to be the star of." He sounded happy about the fact and he was because he knew how much Jared loved to be on stage and even more so he knew that Jared would be amazing.
“We’re doing Thoroughly Modern Millie and I get to play Millie Dillmount. It’s a romantic comedy where Millie chases her boss, trying to get him to love her. Only, it’s a big mess and a bunch of misadventures and Millie falls in love with a guy named Jimmy-Misha’s playing him-that she met in a dancehall. It’s set in the flapper era, so it’ll be short skirts and I won’t have to wear a wig.” Jared all but audibly bounced as he recounted the basics of the play, excited and over the moon to have such a big part. “I’m gonna have to practice being a woman because it’s been ages since I’ve dressed in drag-about seven inches in height since I wore a dress.”
"Man, that's awesome, congratulations," he said with a true smile on his lips hearing Jared's tone and excitement. Jensen could almost see Jared bouncing up and down on the other end of the phone. He sounded so pleased about the role. Jensen had to admit he was going to look forward to seeing Jared in drag, though, because Jared was freakishly tall and him in a mini skirt-that was going to be priceless. "Man, I'm going to have to follow you around with a video camera just to catch all this on film."
“Shut up, I’m hot as a woman!” Jared retorted, and then laughed.
"Yeah, I'm sure you are, I can totally see you with lots of pink; it’s certainly hot in my head," Jensen teased.
“So, we’re going to the movies? What did you have in mind? Something with lots of explosions, I bet.”
"There's a lot of shit out. I was thinking maybe The Fighter; I personally have had a hard on for Mark Wahlberg since Perfect Storm. Torn just came out, and, hell, even the new Harry Potter. Anything you wanted to see? All I really care about is the popcorn and the gummy bears."
Jared chuckled. “We could do a blind pick, I think. Get the paper and find the listing of movies playing and drag your finger down the list and back up until I say stop. Whichever movie you’re pointing to is the one we’ll see. Or, we could go and indulge your hard on for Marky-Mark and I promise to ignore it if you jerk off in the theater.”
"Okay, dude, I'm bad but I'm not that bad," Jensen retorted as he sat back. "Random pick sounds better, anyway. Either we'll have something to rave about or bitch about; sounds fun." He knew for sure there was also a Disney movie or two out, too, and that would just be some kind of hell but fun nonetheless.
“Awesome. We’re going tonight, I hope, because I’ve really got to get started on getting into character. And, since you called and invited me out, you get to come pick me up for the movie. I’ll buy dinner, though, so that we won’t completely deplete your wallet.” Jared still sounded as though he were riding on the high; voice higher than normal, missing the usual tinge of sadness that was always hiding in his tone.
"Fine, as long as you promise to wear your seatbelt," Jensen joked. "Seven okay?" he asked as he got up and threw the soda can away. He had never heard Jared sound this thrilled and it was surprising, it made him smile just hearing the tone over the phone so he could just imagine what the night was going to be like.
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then, Jen. I’ve got to call Terry and the Cars and let them know I’m taking the next three weeks off, so Terry’s got to fill in for me. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”
"Awesome, I'll see you tonight. Later, Jared." Jensen waited for Jared’s bubbly goodbye as well before hanging up and heading up to his bedroom. He'd worked late the night before; passing out for an hour or so before getting ready to leave sounded amazing and his bed was calling him.
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“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie that stops so abruptly like that one did,” Jared murmured as he and Jensen made their way out of the theater. “I mean, IHarry Potter films usually have those ‘happy for now’ endings but this one… it just stopped.”
Jensen shrugged. "That's because it’s only Part 1," he said, shaking his head. "Makes sure that all the fans go running to the theatre the moment the second part releases. That damn thing was a blood bath though, I mean, the author killed half the damn cast and that was in the first hour of the movie." They had decided to just go to the small diner down the street from the theater so Jensen headed right as they spoke.
“Yeah, and you didn’t even get to know about freaking Moody-he was in the last three films; they could’ve at least let us see him die, you know? But, I really liked the story of the Deathly Hallows and finding out that Dumbledore had the Elder wand the whole time.” Jared tucked his hands into his pockets and grinned at Jensen, bumping their shoulders together as they walked. “Granted, I’d have known all that stuff if I’d read the book, but I didn’t wanna be disappointed in the movie like I was with the last one.”
"I know; dead or not, Dumbledore is still all over the story and yeah they could have given Moody's death a little bit of spotlight." Jensen grinned. "I get that Hollywood can't make a movie that is a hundred percent the same as the book, but they could at least try a little harder sometimes." That annoyed him, too; even though Harry Potter wasn't the worst it easily could be.
“Hollywood always screws up good books, but at least they’re making the films good enough that the people who haven’t read the books get a general idea of what’s going on. Though, I’m a bit pissed that they didn’t tell that Dumbledore was gay, like they alluded to in the book. I didn’t read all of it, but I read some awesome passages and Dumbledore totally batted for the home team.” Jared grinned wide as he followed Jensen across the street and up onto the sidewalk, heading towards the diner.
Jensen laughed. "Yeah, no doubt; the writer even agreed with that, which was awesome, even if she did only come out with it for the sake of keeping people interested." Hey it was great whenever anything like that came out. "Maybe she'll go back and write the stories about when he and his best friend started experimenting with one another. Christ, how disturbing is it when you can imagine a story where Dumbledore loses his cherry?" As they reached the diner Jensen pulled the door open for Jared before following him inside.
“Seeing as how everyone pictures Dumbledore as an old man? Very scary, Jen,” Jared replied as he wandered down the aisle and dropped into an available booth. It seemed as though they weren’t the only people taking advantage of the closeness of the diner to the theater; the place was steadily filling up and the waitress looked less than ecstatic about that fact, even if it did mean more tips.
As Jensen sat down he picked up his menu and ordered ice water from the waitress as she came by. He had sort of got his fill at the movies with the junk food so he was going light with the dinner. He shuddered a bit. "Man, the old guy in bed; that would sort of be a major turn off for me."
Jared ordered sweet tea and perused the menu. “What’re you going to do when you’re old? I mean, you’re going to be a really hot older guy, but are you gonna fuck around with guys in their twenties and thirties when you’re, I dunno, sixty?” he asked offhand, paying more attention to the menu than what he was asking.
Jensen smirked as he looked over the menu. "I'm sure I could pull that off. That or I'm sure the people that screw around left and right now will still be here and be my age. I mean, that's assuming I can get it up and stay up by then, of course."
“Ah, yeah, I guess so,” Jared murmured quietly, and folded his menu. He sat back, relaxed but oddly not as cheerful as he’d been before. “Knowing you, you’ll mainline Viagra or something and be a walking erection,” he teased, that oddness falling away with the joke.
As much sex that Jensen had now he was sure there was a chance his dick would be worn out by then. Didn't mean he wouldn't try, though. "That's my plan."
“You’re such an addict. I swear, you should probably go to Sex Addicts Anonymous or something. Your dick is going to pack up your balls and leave you if you don’t quit abusing him,” Jared laughed, kicking Jensen’s feet lightly under the table.
"Hey, my dick enjoys itself just as much as I do. And, seriously, I could stop whenever I want," Jensen lied and kicked Jared back gently as the waitress came back. Jensen just ordered a salad and thought it best to leave it at that as he picked up the water she brought back and took a mouthful.
“Just some toast and strawberry jam, please,” Jared told the waitress, smiling prettily at her. She snorted as she walked away and Jared looked back over at Jensen, batting his eyelashes. He burst out laughing and propped his feet up on the bench seat across from him, feet framing Jensen’s hips. “Gotta start watching my girlish figure if I wanna fit into that damn dress Ross picked out for me.”
"Jesus, this is one of the reasons we have so few women in South Beach," Jensen said as he watched her go and turned back to Jared. "I'm going to have to start dragging you to the gym with me or something," he said as he moved a little and settled back. "I mean, with you not eating like normal I hope Terry realizes he's going to either have to cook or starve."
Jared rolled his eyes. “Dude, I just ate half a tub of popcorn, three boxes of gummy worms, nachos, and had a giant Slurpee; if I eat anything else, I’m going to explode. The toast is to settle my stomach because I’ve had too much sugar.” Jared tapped his feet to Jensen’s hips in a faint reprimand. “I’ll still cook and eat like normal, but I’ll have to go jogging for longer or hit the gym and tone rather than keep my muscles firm like this. I might be a guy and dressing in drag, but I wanna look good when I do it, and having giant freaking biceps and shoulders will kill the illusion of the girl I’m playing; I’d look like some gay guy in a dress instead of like Millie.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. "Jared, you do realize that you will be a gay guy dressed in drag, right?" he joked, before holding up his hand to stop any protest. "I'm kidding; you need to be a pretty girl like you’re a pretty guy, I know." He knew that the actors were really into this stuff; he never took to acting or anything like that but he knew enough people who lived and breathed it to know just how crazy passionate some people could get. He respected it but honestly sometimes the people turned out to be sort of amusing.
“Fine, see if I let you in on my dastardly plans!” Jared snorted, lower lip poking out in a mild pout. “And I was so excited about telling you. I was going to get your opinion, but now you’ll just have to see it in action rather than being in on it.”
Jensen frowned, matching Jared's pout. "Aww, come on, Princess, even if I promise to behave myself and stop teasing you?"
“Nope, you’re just going to have to wait and see. But, if your eyes fall out of your head, then you’ve got to be front row at the play.” Jared folded his arms over his chest, completely serious. “And I will be watching, so there’s no way you’ll be able to lie about it.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Be mean; see if I care," he said with a frown. "But, alright; front row, opening night. I'll even wave," he added as he leaned back and stretched a little.
At that, Jared went from pouting to full-on beaming and brilliant smiles, bouncing in his seat. “You’re gonna love it, Jen. It’s gonna be awesome!”
Chapter Six pt.I
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Master Post
Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
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Chapter 5: Parry and Thrust
***Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows***
Three days later, Jensen finally found his balls and picked up his cell phone. It was almost at the end of the week and he wanted to ask Jared to hang out, more so he wanted to make sure Jared was still cool with them hanging out. Admitting that he acted like a damn fool was at least a good start, he hoped. He flipped his phone open, hit a speed dial and sighed, trying to be patient until Jared picked up.
Three rings and then Jared picked up. “Thank you for calling the utterly fabulous Jared Padalecki. To talk to a live person, press one; to talk to a machine which will bore you to tears, press two; or, if you’d like to talk to an asshole, hold your breath and press three. Beep!” Jared chuckled into the line, sounding ecstatic and excited and just plain bouncy. “Hey, Jen.”
Jensen rolled his eyes at Jared. "Wow, you're in a great mood today," he answered as he moved to the kitchen for a drink. He shifted the phone and held it against his ear.
“Because I’m totally awesome and I landed a fucking lead in the next play!” Jared crowed happily. “But, forget that for a minute because it’s going to take a while for me to finish gushing about it; how’re you doing? Done avoiding your best friend over a stupid little kiss?” he asked point-blank. “I mean, it wasn’t even a good kiss. Third graders kiss better than that, more tongue, too!” he teased.
Jensen opened a can of soda and sat down at the small island in the middle of the kitchen. He frowned and cleared his throat. "I know you said it wasn't a big deal, but I’m sorry I acted like that. I had a boyfriend a while back and after how much of a dick he was, it sort of sets me off when I feel like I'm getting close to someone. I’m done being a bitch, though. No more acting like a girl that's on the rag or some shit." Max was into drugs and Jensen knew that he was a dick because of the drugs. He hadn't been like that when Jensen first met him but he turned into a classic story. Rent money, food money; everything went out the window and Jensen let it happen because he was just ‘so in love’ at the time. Love made people do such stupid shit and it scared him.
“Hate to break it to you, dude, but we’re really close. That’s kind of what makes friendships work, dummy,” Jared teased gently, knowing how badly a relationship could fuck someone up. He was a goddamn poster boy for the aftermath of a bad relationship. “So we’ve kissed like third graders, big deal. You’ve also had your dick in me and, from what you led me to believe, we’ve sucked each other off. I promise not to go out and buy a wedding dress.”
Jensen laughed, just glad his best friend wasn't a drama queen, not where it counted anyway. "Okay, sounds like a deal to me," he answered and leaned against the table. "So, can we skip over anymore talking about me and my little fit?" He grinned. "Besides, I want to take you out to a movie this Saturday and now all the more reason we have something to celebrate; tell me about the play that you're going to be the star of." He sounded happy about the fact and he was because he knew how much Jared loved to be on stage and even more so he knew that Jared would be amazing.
“We’re doing Thoroughly Modern Millie and I get to play Millie Dillmount. It’s a romantic comedy where Millie chases her boss, trying to get him to love her. Only, it’s a big mess and a bunch of misadventures and Millie falls in love with a guy named Jimmy-Misha’s playing him-that she met in a dancehall. It’s set in the flapper era, so it’ll be short skirts and I won’t have to wear a wig.” Jared all but audibly bounced as he recounted the basics of the play, excited and over the moon to have such a big part. “I’m gonna have to practice being a woman because it’s been ages since I’ve dressed in drag-about seven inches in height since I wore a dress.”
"Man, that's awesome, congratulations," he said with a true smile on his lips hearing Jared's tone and excitement. Jensen could almost see Jared bouncing up and down on the other end of the phone. He sounded so pleased about the role. Jensen had to admit he was going to look forward to seeing Jared in drag, though, because Jared was freakishly tall and him in a mini skirt-that was going to be priceless. "Man, I'm going to have to follow you around with a video camera just to catch all this on film."
“Shut up, I’m hot as a woman!” Jared retorted, and then laughed.
"Yeah, I'm sure you are, I can totally see you with lots of pink; it’s certainly hot in my head," Jensen teased.
“So, we’re going to the movies? What did you have in mind? Something with lots of explosions, I bet.”
"There's a lot of shit out. I was thinking maybe The Fighter; I personally have had a hard on for Mark Wahlberg since Perfect Storm. Torn just came out, and, hell, even the new Harry Potter. Anything you wanted to see? All I really care about is the popcorn and the gummy bears."
Jared chuckled. “We could do a blind pick, I think. Get the paper and find the listing of movies playing and drag your finger down the list and back up until I say stop. Whichever movie you’re pointing to is the one we’ll see. Or, we could go and indulge your hard on for Marky-Mark and I promise to ignore it if you jerk off in the theater.”
"Okay, dude, I'm bad but I'm not that bad," Jensen retorted as he sat back. "Random pick sounds better, anyway. Either we'll have something to rave about or bitch about; sounds fun." He knew for sure there was also a Disney movie or two out, too, and that would just be some kind of hell but fun nonetheless.
“Awesome. We’re going tonight, I hope, because I’ve really got to get started on getting into character. And, since you called and invited me out, you get to come pick me up for the movie. I’ll buy dinner, though, so that we won’t completely deplete your wallet.” Jared still sounded as though he were riding on the high; voice higher than normal, missing the usual tinge of sadness that was always hiding in his tone.
"Fine, as long as you promise to wear your seatbelt," Jensen joked. "Seven okay?" he asked as he got up and threw the soda can away. He had never heard Jared sound this thrilled and it was surprising, it made him smile just hearing the tone over the phone so he could just imagine what the night was going to be like.
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then, Jen. I’ve got to call Terry and the Cars and let them know I’m taking the next three weeks off, so Terry’s got to fill in for me. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”
"Awesome, I'll see you tonight. Later, Jared." Jensen waited for Jared’s bubbly goodbye as well before hanging up and heading up to his bedroom. He'd worked late the night before; passing out for an hour or so before getting ready to leave sounded amazing and his bed was calling him.
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“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie that stops so abruptly like that one did,” Jared murmured as he and Jensen made their way out of the theater. “I mean, IHarry Potter films usually have those ‘happy for now’ endings but this one… it just stopped.”
Jensen shrugged. "That's because it’s only Part 1," he said, shaking his head. "Makes sure that all the fans go running to the theatre the moment the second part releases. That damn thing was a blood bath though, I mean, the author killed half the damn cast and that was in the first hour of the movie." They had decided to just go to the small diner down the street from the theater so Jensen headed right as they spoke.
“Yeah, and you didn’t even get to know about freaking Moody-he was in the last three films; they could’ve at least let us see him die, you know? But, I really liked the story of the Deathly Hallows and finding out that Dumbledore had the Elder wand the whole time.” Jared tucked his hands into his pockets and grinned at Jensen, bumping their shoulders together as they walked. “Granted, I’d have known all that stuff if I’d read the book, but I didn’t wanna be disappointed in the movie like I was with the last one.”
"I know; dead or not, Dumbledore is still all over the story and yeah they could have given Moody's death a little bit of spotlight." Jensen grinned. "I get that Hollywood can't make a movie that is a hundred percent the same as the book, but they could at least try a little harder sometimes." That annoyed him, too; even though Harry Potter wasn't the worst it easily could be.
“Hollywood always screws up good books, but at least they’re making the films good enough that the people who haven’t read the books get a general idea of what’s going on. Though, I’m a bit pissed that they didn’t tell that Dumbledore was gay, like they alluded to in the book. I didn’t read all of it, but I read some awesome passages and Dumbledore totally batted for the home team.” Jared grinned wide as he followed Jensen across the street and up onto the sidewalk, heading towards the diner.
Jensen laughed. "Yeah, no doubt; the writer even agreed with that, which was awesome, even if she did only come out with it for the sake of keeping people interested." Hey it was great whenever anything like that came out. "Maybe she'll go back and write the stories about when he and his best friend started experimenting with one another. Christ, how disturbing is it when you can imagine a story where Dumbledore loses his cherry?" As they reached the diner Jensen pulled the door open for Jared before following him inside.
“Seeing as how everyone pictures Dumbledore as an old man? Very scary, Jen,” Jared replied as he wandered down the aisle and dropped into an available booth. It seemed as though they weren’t the only people taking advantage of the closeness of the diner to the theater; the place was steadily filling up and the waitress looked less than ecstatic about that fact, even if it did mean more tips.
As Jensen sat down he picked up his menu and ordered ice water from the waitress as she came by. He had sort of got his fill at the movies with the junk food so he was going light with the dinner. He shuddered a bit. "Man, the old guy in bed; that would sort of be a major turn off for me."
Jared ordered sweet tea and perused the menu. “What’re you going to do when you’re old? I mean, you’re going to be a really hot older guy, but are you gonna fuck around with guys in their twenties and thirties when you’re, I dunno, sixty?” he asked offhand, paying more attention to the menu than what he was asking.
Jensen smirked as he looked over the menu. "I'm sure I could pull that off. That or I'm sure the people that screw around left and right now will still be here and be my age. I mean, that's assuming I can get it up and stay up by then, of course."
“Ah, yeah, I guess so,” Jared murmured quietly, and folded his menu. He sat back, relaxed but oddly not as cheerful as he’d been before. “Knowing you, you’ll mainline Viagra or something and be a walking erection,” he teased, that oddness falling away with the joke.
As much sex that Jensen had now he was sure there was a chance his dick would be worn out by then. Didn't mean he wouldn't try, though. "That's my plan."
“You’re such an addict. I swear, you should probably go to Sex Addicts Anonymous or something. Your dick is going to pack up your balls and leave you if you don’t quit abusing him,” Jared laughed, kicking Jensen’s feet lightly under the table.
"Hey, my dick enjoys itself just as much as I do. And, seriously, I could stop whenever I want," Jensen lied and kicked Jared back gently as the waitress came back. Jensen just ordered a salad and thought it best to leave it at that as he picked up the water she brought back and took a mouthful.
“Just some toast and strawberry jam, please,” Jared told the waitress, smiling prettily at her. She snorted as she walked away and Jared looked back over at Jensen, batting his eyelashes. He burst out laughing and propped his feet up on the bench seat across from him, feet framing Jensen’s hips. “Gotta start watching my girlish figure if I wanna fit into that damn dress Ross picked out for me.”
"Jesus, this is one of the reasons we have so few women in South Beach," Jensen said as he watched her go and turned back to Jared. "I'm going to have to start dragging you to the gym with me or something," he said as he moved a little and settled back. "I mean, with you not eating like normal I hope Terry realizes he's going to either have to cook or starve."
Jared rolled his eyes. “Dude, I just ate half a tub of popcorn, three boxes of gummy worms, nachos, and had a giant Slurpee; if I eat anything else, I’m going to explode. The toast is to settle my stomach because I’ve had too much sugar.” Jared tapped his feet to Jensen’s hips in a faint reprimand. “I’ll still cook and eat like normal, but I’ll have to go jogging for longer or hit the gym and tone rather than keep my muscles firm like this. I might be a guy and dressing in drag, but I wanna look good when I do it, and having giant freaking biceps and shoulders will kill the illusion of the girl I’m playing; I’d look like some gay guy in a dress instead of like Millie.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. "Jared, you do realize that you will be a gay guy dressed in drag, right?" he joked, before holding up his hand to stop any protest. "I'm kidding; you need to be a pretty girl like you’re a pretty guy, I know." He knew that the actors were really into this stuff; he never took to acting or anything like that but he knew enough people who lived and breathed it to know just how crazy passionate some people could get. He respected it but honestly sometimes the people turned out to be sort of amusing.
“Fine, see if I let you in on my dastardly plans!” Jared snorted, lower lip poking out in a mild pout. “And I was so excited about telling you. I was going to get your opinion, but now you’ll just have to see it in action rather than being in on it.”
Jensen frowned, matching Jared's pout. "Aww, come on, Princess, even if I promise to behave myself and stop teasing you?"
“Nope, you’re just going to have to wait and see. But, if your eyes fall out of your head, then you’ve got to be front row at the play.” Jared folded his arms over his chest, completely serious. “And I will be watching, so there’s no way you’ll be able to lie about it.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Be mean; see if I care," he said with a frown. "But, alright; front row, opening night. I'll even wave," he added as he leaned back and stretched a little.
At that, Jared went from pouting to full-on beaming and brilliant smiles, bouncing in his seat. “You’re gonna love it, Jen. It’s gonna be awesome!”
Chapter Six pt.I