In Character, RPS fic,JA/JP, NC-17, 1/1
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ht_murrayTitle: In Character
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tru_faith_lost
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JA/JP
Summary: Jensen has a hard time dealing with the filming of AHBL2. Jared fixes him.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Fiction. No harm intended.
In Character
"Jesus, Jen. Did you sleep at all last night?" Jared slouched forward on his makeup stool as the final touches were put on the latex scar in the middle of ‘Sam’s’ back. He’d already been in the makeup trailer an hour before Jen stumbled in, and Jared didn’t like the fact that Jen looked worse without any foundation than Dead!Sam looked under enough base to crack when he smiled.
(He knew it would crack, since Melody had touched it up three times already.)
"Not really," Jen admitted, not meeting Jared’s gaze. "Just kinda want to get this over with, you know? And you look like shit, yourself, Jay."
"Well, yeah, but I’m dead today. Kinda the point, I think." He almost laughed at himself but Melody pinched him to keep the Dimples-o-Doom from putting in an appearance and ruining her handiwork. Instead, he pulled his t-shirt back on and spun around on his stool to face Jensen, legs sprawled open.
"Don’t worry about your honey, Jared, baby," Melody soothed as she guided Jensen to the neighboring chair. "He’s just making my job easier." She ran her fingers through Jensen’s hair to get a feel for the way it wanted to behave that day and patted him on the shoulder as she turned to get her brushes in order. "Like he doesn’t have a job of his own to do…other than Jared, of course," she teased in Jensen’s ear. She waited for a response from Jen, but didn’t get one and set to work with a thoughtful frown.
"You’re done, hon," she said to Jared, glancing at him worriedly out of the corner of her eye. He shrugged and mouthed the words ‘in character’, knowing that would be explanation enough for Jensen’s sullen demeanor.
Jared knew he should get up and head to wardrobe. Kim wanted to shoot the scenes that followed Sam’s resurrection early in the day, but he hadn’t seen Jen since last night and felt wrong dashing off without a good morning kiss. Not that Jen would want one, being ‘in character’ and all. Jared just wished Jensen didn’t get so deep into Dean’s depression sometimes. It took a lot out of him to prepare for that kind of intensity.
Considering Jensen had specifically asked Jared not to come over last night, Jared knew he’d probably been "preparing" for the last ten hours already.
Jared took a good look at Jen in the mirror, trying to gage just how ‘in character’ he was. Pretty far, judging by the red tinge of his eyes. He hadn’t looked that pink around the irises since that time Jared ambushed him in his trailer and fucked him into blissful oblivion without bothering to ask if he’d had a chance to take his contacts out.
At the time, Kripke had bought the story about falling asleep with his contacts in when Jen showed up at work the next day with red-eye so bad lighting or makeup couldn’t camouflage it, but no one on the lot failed to read between the lines of Jared’s raunchy smirk. Not that anyone minded. It wasn’t like the boys’ relationship was a secret.
Jen looked just as bad now; like he’d already been crying, and they hadn’t even made it to set yet. His lips had a grayish hue to them as though they’d been pressed together tightly enough to cut off circulation. They’d asked him not to shave before coming in, but he looked like he wouldn’t have bothered anyway.
Jared bit the cuticle of his thumbnail, uncertain what to do or say. He knew the purpose of him not going to Jen’s the night before was to give Jensen some ‘Dean’ head time without a giggling, horny, life-size ‘Sam’ doll pushing him down and sucking him off on the sofa. Jared could respect Jen’s space, he could.
Hell, they all made sacrifices for the job.
It shouldn’t have been as hard as it was turning out to be. They weren’t lovesick teenagers who had to walk around with their hands in each other’s back pockets to keep from dying of separation anxiety. They spent plenty of time apart during hiatus and separate engagements and shit. They went days, sometimes weeks without seeing each other.
This was different, though. It was entirely different remaining hands-off while Jen was so obviously in need of some serious hands-on attention.
Fuck Kripke for killing Sam. Low. Fucking. Blow.
Jared stood to leave, but he didn’t resist the urge to put a hand on Jen’s shoulder as he brushed past him, squeezing slightly to say, "everything’s okay." Jen needed it, whether he’d admit it or not. Jensen Ackles wasn’t the only one who had a job to do, and Dean Winchester wasn’t the only dude who needed a hug. The hug would have to wait, but Jared hoped his touch reminded Jen that it was there when he needed it.
Jared stepped out, stifling his concern with the promise that they’d wrap up the day and be back tangled up in bedsheets again before they even had a chance to miss each other.
Except Jared already missed Jen.
XXXX
"Okay, Jared. Jen’s going to be here in a few minutes. We’re just going to try filming the scene where Dean hovers over Sam’s body from the doorway while Jensen finds his motivation," Manners directed as Jared shifted on the edge of the lumpy mattress. His hands clenched around the bare corner while he tried to get his nerves under control.
High fructose corn syrup diets weren’t recommended prior to lying perfectly still and pretending to be a corpse. Jared should have learned his lesson from that stint on ER, but sugar was his Jensen Sweet ’n ’Low, so he might have overcompensated just a little.
"We want to let Jen move the scene when he’s ready, so we need you to stay in character," Kim continued. "Once he enters the room and sits down, you have to stay absolutely still. We can edit out a few eyelid twitches, but we don’t want anything to ruin the shot once Jen’s on a roll. Keep everything as invisible as possible. Hopefully we can get this in only a couple takes."
Jared nodded, dark eyes projecting an air of ‘easier said than done’. He’d already been working most of the morning, and twitchy did not even begin to describe how this cramped little room set was starting to make him feel.
They’d gotten through the whole ‘Sam wakes up and checks himself out in the mirror’ scene without too many takes but the friggin’ latex from the scar on ‘Sam’s’ back was driving Jared crazy. Lying absolutely still was going to be a bitch, especially with Jen so close. But Jared knew what Kim meant about not spoiling the shot. He’d probably need all twenty digits and his left nut to count the number of times he’d nailed a scene only to watch the dailies and find out some extra was making lewd gestures in the background.
"Yeah, I get it," Jared agreed, dark hair flopping over his eyes as he accepted his assignment.
This scene was going to be just him and Jen, and Jared wasn’t going to be the moron who broke character and made everyone come in to re-shoot on their day off.
"I know you do, Jared," Kim returned with a warm smile. He patted Jared on the shoulder. "Now lie down and get into position while we get the lighting and everything right. Just don’t fall asleep," he smirked. "I have it on pretty good authority that you snore."
"I do not snore," Jared protested with a lopsided smirk. He laid back on the mattress, hands hooked behind his head as he raised his eyebrows. "That’s Jen." He nestled down into the mattress with an air of cockiness. Who wouldn’t be cocky about fucking Jensen Ackles? "I just drool."
Kim chuckled airily and waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Too much information, kid. Now let’s get you into character so Jen won’t have to work so hard when he gets here."
Jared sighed and let himself be man-handled like a Luke Skywalker action figure, arms, legs, and head posed until Kripke and Manners were both happy, all the while biting back comments about charging for gropes in the future. Being in character was hard work.
XXXX
Jared knew that filming had started by the faint hum of the camera and the whisper-glide of the lens being twisted into focus. A second later the clapboard clicked. There was no call of ‘action’, and Jared figured Manners was using a hand signal. There hadn’t been a peep from anyone on the set since Jensen came in a few minutes ago.
Jared was used to Jensen sucking all the air out of a room, but usually the room was their bedroom, and the sucking involved various parts of the male anatomy.
Even with his eyes closed, Jared knew exactly where Jensen was. The intensity of that hazel-eyed stare burned through Jared like the knife in Sam’s back. He felt like the body bag on the side of the road at the scene of a bad car wreck. The entire set had been jerked out of road gear and waited for traffic to be directed around the fictional tragedy, all eyes on Jen.
At first, that’s all Jared could pick up of what was going on-pins and needles of not seeing, not knowing, and silence. His lungs started to protest the tiny little sips of breath he took to keep his chest from rising noticeably. Puffs of recycled air settled hotter and thicker in his throat like a kid in a never-ending game of hide-and-seek, silently wishing to be found so he could escape the claustrophobic pounding of his own blood in his ears.
He didn’t think he could get any closer to suffocating on camera until Jen sucked in a half-hitching sob of a breath. About then, Jared forgot about breathing at all. God, Jen.
Jared’s heartbeat was suddenly mute as he honed in on Jensen’s panicky gasps. ‘In character’ was one thing, freaked the fuck out was something else entirely. Every hitch of breath, every swallow and sniff, sounded like the beads on a glass wind chime during a Vancouver snow storm, too fragile to form words that wouldn’t shatter.
‘Dean’ was talking, but Jared heard Jen. Jensen ‘in character’ was still Jensen…Jared’s Jensen, and it was Jared’s job to look out for his Jen. That’s what made them lovers rather than fuck buddies. Jared didn’t do anything half-assed, and lying here while Jensen suffered sucked day old dog logs.
They had to do the scene a couple of times, but Jared remained under strict instructions to stay on his mark and ‘in character’ until they wrapped. God forbid some crazy fangirl should try to iconize Dead!Sam and discover that he’d moved a fraction of an inch while "dead" and accidentally exposed the elastic of his underwear.
The production crew changed the lighting and camera angles as quickly and efficiently as possible to preserve the atmosphere, scurrying around like a marching band in a scatter drill. One moment of total chaos followed by nearly instantaneous reformation.
The only ones frozen in the limbo of that godawful moment, (Fuck Kripke for killing Sam) were Jensen and Jared.
The first two times they reset the take Jen stood in the entrance, his back to Jared, and pressed his forehead into the doorframe. Jared knew he could use a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water. Nothing like a good cry to spawn the headache from hell.
He wished someone would at least offer Jen a glass of water, but everyone steered a wide berth around him, respecting the unspoken taboo that forbade addressing an actor ‘out of character’ during the filming of critical scenes.
Well, fuck ‘em.
Jared poised to get up and get some aspirin his own damned self when Manners called everyone to their marks.
"Nap time, Padalecki."
XXXX
By the fifth retake, Jensen had stopped responding to anything except Kim’s nearly silent direction. He was such a friggin’ workaholic that he couldn’t have ignored that if he’d been in a coma.
Right before Manners called ‘marks’ for the last time, Jared searched out Jen’s eyes and tried to project the reassurance that it would soon be over, but all he got in return was a dead, blank stare. Jen was gone, and ‘Dean’ was one withdrawn SOB.
"Marks."
Ten seconds into the shot, Jared made the executive decision that it would be the last. He wasn’t one of those cranky temperamental actors who took great pleasure in holding the crew hostage by throwing tantrums on set in order to get his way, but he sooo could be that dude if he had to.
Jared closed his eyes reluctantly, and if some photoshopping chick picked up that his hand was fisted in the sheet, and his jaw was clenched slightly, she could just chalk it up to post-mortem ligament contracture, because Jared didn’t give a fuck anymore about the friggin’ scene.
The rasp in Jen/Dean’s voice as the scene progressed was like fresh gravel crunching under the bicycle tires of a kid who still hadn’t got the hang of his two-wheeler-broken, wavering, and dangerous. Damn if Jared couldn’t hear Jen’s chin quivering, and the first tear to hit the bare mattress was like rain in a coffee can. Jared had become a satellite dish that was stuck on one light in the sky, the one beaming all Jensen Ackles, all the time. He saw the entire scene played out on the back of his sugar-jonesing brain in wavy, scratched frames like an old home movie.
The fangirls were gonna be bawling their heads off. Fuck, Jared wasn’t far from it himself. Could they just call it a wrap for God’s sake?
"What am I s’posed to do?!" ‘Dean’ beseeched, the cry torn from his throat like a dry heave of angst. For a second, it lingered in the air, which shouldn’t have been possible with all the sound barriers they had up, and the only other movement was the stool falling over from the force of Jen’s leap to standing.
The silence lasted two ticks too long, and Jared let out a sigh. He hadn’t even known he’d been holding his breath.
"That’s a wrap, people," Manners said, and the crew broke out in applause.
Jared didn’t waste a second to thank everyone as he jackknifed to a sitting position and scooched down the bed to Jensen.
"Jen?" Jared asked. He reached a hand out gingerly toward Jensen who hadn’t moved a muscle since they stopped filming. There was an aloof unawareness to his demeanor that almost made Jared afraid to touch him, like maybe it would be akin to waking a sleepwalker. His long fingers caught in the hem of Jensen’s shirt like a child tugging at his mother’s apron. Still, Jen didn’t move.
Panic fluttered in Jared’s chest, a swarm of bees buzzing around some angst hive in his throat. "Jensen! Jen, look at me…" He reached up and cupped his lover’s chin in his hand, physically forcing Jen to turn his eyes in his direction, but they were just empty wells, rimmed in red brick.
The applause petered out rather quickly as emotion piqued in Jared’s voice after the long stretch of forced silence. Jared glimpsed Kripke and Manners looking at him questioningly, unsure whether to step in and offer assistance, though what the fuck they planned to do, Jared had no clue. He waved them off without taking his eyes from Jensen.
He rose up, sat back on his folded knees so he was at eye-level with Jen, and put his other hand on Jensen’s scruffy cheek, cradling his face like he was either going to perform CPR or kiss him senseless. "Jen, c’mon," he whispered breathily, his mouth only an inch from Jen’s. "It’s over, now." He breathed deep of Jen’s scent, stale like he hadn’t showered that morning, and drank in the water of his rippling gaze.
There was a flicker, just the tiniest flash of recognition, and Jensen’s eyes seemed to soften a little around the edges, still faraway, but less intense. Jared felt Jen’s hands slide up his chest, but he was too worried to acknowledge his body’s natural arch into the touch even when those experienced fingers brushed achingly slow over his nipples.
"Jay…?" Jen asked, like he was waking from a dream. His hands fisted around Jared’s shirt collar, and he dragged Jared toward him until they were forehead to forehead. Jared felt his eyes go slightly crossed as he met Jen’s suddenly frantic gaze.
Jared nodded and rubbed his thumbs over Jensen’s cheeks, painting color over what was only grey and ashen. "Yeah, baby, I’m here. It’s me, okay. It’s all over now."
Jen stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief then drew in a whooping, shaky breath, and just…broke. He fell into Jared’s chest, his head buried in Jay’s neck, stubble scratchy over sensitive skin. His arms slid back down and fell limp at his sides as Jared wrapped one forearm around Jen’s waist and cradled the back of his head in one hand.
Jared found himself in an awkward position to be supporting them both and started to tip forward off the mattress. Maneuvering stiffly, he rose up on his knees and swung his legs around to the edge of the bed, balancing Jensen up between them.
"It’s all right, man," he reassured. "I gotcha."
The rest of the set rustled slightly, a few throats clearing as people began to duck their gazes and head for the door. Jared only just managed to catch Eric’s ‘OK’ hand gesture as Kim, true to his director form, directed the rest of the crew off-set. Jared nodded gratefully as Jen shook against him.
Eric and Kim left last, and Jared nuzzled into Jen’s hair as the door clicked behind them. He just caught a glimpse of red under the door as someone flicked on the "Filming in Progress" sign. He resisted the urge to snicker. The bastards might just as well have hung a towel on the doorknob. He was so not about to take advantage of Jensen’s vulnerable state. What kind of jackass did they think he was anyway?
Not that having Jen pressed up against him like that wasn’t waking up a whole lot of horny, jonesing little Jareds in his bloodstream.
"You were awesome, man," Jay said, pressing a kiss to the top of Jensen’s head. Jen wasn’t sobbing anymore, but he was still shaking, either stressed to the max or just on the point of physical and emotional collapse.
Either way, Jared was there to catch him.
"God, Jay, that sucked so bad," Jensen sighed, his chest still hitching as he took a deep, shuddering breath. Jen pulled back just enough look in Jared’s eyes again. Jay could feel him searching, looking for Jared under the Sam getup and layers of foundation. "If you EVER…" He dropped his gaze so that the top of his head was pressed into Jared’s throat as his fingertips brushed over Jay’s waist.
"God, Jay!" He gritted, the fingers tightening painfully into claws. "Can’t ever lose you like that. Fucking not ever!" He lifted his eyes back to meet Jared’s, his eyelashes wet once more. "Fuck, man…I …I need…"
Apparently, Jared warm, and there, and fucking alive goddammit, required more urgent attention than finishing that sentence. Jen pushed his hands back up Jared’s chest, more firmly this time, with obvious intent, and twisted his fingers in Jared’s hair. He tugged their mouths together with a little whine.
Jared opened as Jen forced his tongue inside. He felt his mouth go dry as Jen seemed to inhale every ounce of heat and moisture, savoring him like the last twitches of an orgasmic cock.
The kiss quickly became more frantic, went from desperate and deep to shallow and biting. Jen’s chest butted up against Jared’s and Jay went with it, falling back on the mattress as Jen climbed him like a ladder. Jay let his hands slide down Jen’s back and hooked in the belt loops of ‘Dean’s’ jeans, giving Jen the extra oomph he needed to end up lying between Jared’s sprawled knees.
"Jen…" Jared interjected, already panting for breath. "Jen, we’re still on set."
Jensen held Jared’s bottom lip between his teeth and turned his wide-blown eyes upward. Jay took the hint and shut the hell up, whimpering from the intensity in Jensen’s glare.
Jen shut his eyes again, turned his head to the side just enough to break the kiss, and ran his stubbled cheek all along Jared’s jaw, like a cat rubbing it’s head into a friendly palm, until his nose was buried in Jared’s hair at the point where sideburns stopped and longer strands began. He sucked and nipped around the very top of Jay’s jutting jawbone, grazing an eye tooth along the tiny membrane of skin that connected his ear lobe to the side of his head while he tongued the dangling lobe.
"Nnnnghh," Jared gasped. Despite his conviction not to take advantage of Jensen in his vulnerable state, he was all for being taken advantage of himself. Fuck, he liked it when Jen took control.
Jay pointed his chin to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, as his whole body arched up, straining to meet Jensen straddled above him. His hands abandoned the belt loops and started tugging at the hem of Jen’s shirts, groping frantically for bare skin. Jen’s hands were already working at Jared’s belt buckle when Jay got his long fingers against Jen’s obliques. The muscles heaved, damp with sweat and rising with each panted breath.
Jared lifted his hips as he felt his pants open, let Jensen slide them down past his hips. Jen’s teeth raked along Jared’s throat as he slid lower, and Jared’s hands slipped up and over Jensen’s lats. His thumbs worked the fibers of tight muscle like a masseuse’s touch. He gasped as Jen’s lips settled over the divot under his Adam’s apple.
Jen sucked at the tender skin, huffing wet, steamy breath into Jared’s throat, then moved on to bite along the edge of his collar bone.
Jared’s jeans were only down to just below the tops of his thighs, and he grunted in frustration as Jensen abandoned them to fumble with the buttons of ‘Sam’s’ shirt. Several seconds of desperate wriggling and arching later, Jared’s navel crushed into Jen’s, their lower bodies kissing as desperately as their lips.
"God, Jen…fuck!" Jared gasped as Jensen gave up on undoing the buttons and just ripped the rest off. It wouldn’t be the first ‘Sam’ shirt that ended up in the trash bin, not the last either if Jared had a say in it. Fucking Jen on set had to be the biggest turn on ever.
With the button-down open, Jensen wrapped his fingers in the hem of Jared’s t-shirt and forced it up while he ducked his head down to work the ridges of Jay’s rib bones. He laved each groove with his tongue, alternately kissing and biting at the protruding bone.
Jared found himself blinded momentarily as the garments were pressed over his head. He whined with desperation and took his hands off Jensen for the split second it took to finish the job of stripping the shirts. His shoulders bulged and twisted with the contortion, but he didn’t mind. He wrestled himself into a half-sit, propped up on one elbow while he reached over Jensen and pulled ‘Dean’s’ shirts off as well.
Jensen came up for air as the shirts slid over his head and pounced on Jared’s lips again as soon as their eyes met.
"Jay, don’t you ever fucking do that to me for real," he panted. "Couldn’t take it, man. God! Just couldn’t…" He moved his knees farther up Jared’s body and pulled Jay’s head into his chest. His head fell back as Jared accepted the invitation and sucked a nipple between his teeth. "Fucking need you, Jay…"
Jared couldn’t miss the sharp prod of Jen’s cock in his ribs. He beat his feet against the end of the bed until his shoes finally thunked to the floor and reached around behind Jen to work his jeans the rest of the way off as well. He felt Jen’s thighs tighten spastically around him, heard ‘Dean’s’ boots crash, and took that as his hint to undo Jensen’s pants.
Jared nuzzled his nose between Jen’s pecs as he worked the jeans off. He teased each nipple with just the tip of his tongue then blew hot air over them, watching them freeze and harden under the invisible touch.
"Jen, so fucking beautiful. Never hurt you like that. Swear," he promised between moans.
Jen’s gasped response hardened to a growl as his fingernails started clawing into the small of Jared’s back, quickly gaining momentum. At first it was a turn on, but then it just got weird. Jared leaned back with his top lip curled back in an Elvis smirk. "Dude, what the fuck?"
The words were no sooner out of his mouth then he felt a tearing sensation in the center of his back. Jen sat back on Jared’s thighs and produced the mangled remainder of the scar that’d been driving Jay up the wall all day.
"Never," Jen asserted, his eyes desperate with need for reassurance. Then, he flung the latex aside and wrapped his arms around Jared’s head, using it to hold himself up as he arched forward and freed up his legs enough to get the jeans all the way off..
With the pants removed, Jared was painfully aware that their cocks were starving for attention. Damn Sam and Dean for wearing so many friggin’ clothes. Jen was in Jared’s lap, Jared’s cock nestled into the crease of his ass through the thin fabric of the cotton boxers. Jay reached down between them and into Jen’s boxers. His thumb followed the trail of leaking precum to the dripping head of Jensen’s cock while his tongue searched out Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen accepted the kiss and started a slow thrust into Jared’s hand, rocking backward onto Jared’s cock just enough to keep Jared aching and needy beneath him. Jared’s blood was thrumming in his ears by the time Jen broke the kiss and pushed him slowly down onto the mattress.
Without the weight of Jensen over his hips, Jared couldn’t help but to grind roughly up into Jensen, desperate for friction and movement.
Jen drew out of the kiss and gazed right into Jared’s eyes. There was something feral and hungry in that stare that was mesmerizing. Jared felt himself being hypnotized like the cobra by the bobbing mongoose and jerked in surprise as Jensen lunged forward and nipped the end of his nose.
"Fuck, Jen!"
Jensen pressed his thumb over Jared’s mouth and held him by the nose for a second longer then sucked back. "Get the lube, Jay. I gotta fuck you now."
Jay bucked up violently, the threat and the promise almost enough to make him come without being touched. "Hell, yeah," he panted. He rolled to the side, Jensen log-rolling over him to the far side of the mattress, and fumbled on the floor for his jeans. His other hand put itself to use tugging his boxers down at the same time.
God, wouldn’t the fangirls love to know that ‘Sam’ always had lube in those baggy-assed jeans.
He flipped himself back over to find Jensen completely naked, slick cock arched up to his belly, and standing on his knees at the bottom of the bed. Jared sat up and wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist again, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock as he pressed the lube into Jen’s waiting palm.
There was an instant of vertigo as Jen grasped his shoulders and shoved him roughly down to the mattress. He gasped but wriggled into a more compromising position with his legs propped open around Jen’s knees. Jen crawled up over his chest like a prowling tomcat and hunched his back up as he grasped Jared’s hips and pulled him over his lap. He bent over almost double to get his tongue into Jared’s belly button.
Jared felt the head of his cock paint a stripe across Jen’s extended throat and bucked involuntarily into the only flesh-on-flesh friction his dick had gotten to that point. While his hips were still lifted, Jen made his move, forcing a lube-slicked finger into Jay’s hole while biting at his twitching stomach.
Jared clenched his jaw and threw his head back, lifting his shoulders from the mattress like he’d been prodded with a hot poker. His throat tightened around a scream that he knew would be heard on the other side of the Supernatural lot.
Jen’s head was moving in little circles, his tongue darting in and out over the ridges of Jared’s flat stomach. Jensen might as well have been fucking him already for the intensity of the sensation rolling over him. Jen was up to three fingers fucking into his ass before Jared’s shoulders made it back down to the mattress. The first brush of that long middle finger over his prostate made him writhe against it, his hair knotting under his head as he thrashed beneath the ministrations.
By then, Jared was completely at the mercy of the world around him as all thought and muscle control eluded him. There was a moment of profound…emptiness…and a slurping wet noise, then his ankles were in the air.
Jen’s cock prodded at his entrance, teasing but not moving forward into the waiting warmth. Instead, Jared felt teeth on the backs of his calves, a thumb pressed into the groove of the Achilles tendons on each ankle, effectively immobilizing him with sharp shocks that traveled down to his hips. Fuck, where did Jen learn to do that?
A second later Jared didn’t care where the hell Jen had learned it so long as he Kept. Fucking. Doing it.
"NNnnnnggghh!" The sound ripped from his throat as Jen used the moment of near-paralysis to thrust in all the way to the hilt. "Fuck!" He cursed.
Jen released the grips on his ankles, and Jared hooked one leg around Jen’s waist while Jensen placed soothing kisses on the inside of his other calf, licking and sucking all the say down to the space behind his knee. Then he closed his teeth on the tendon and started to move.
The tingling burn of the bite combined with the stretch of Jen’s cock nearly brought Jared off on the first thrust, but Jensen fisted his cock roughly and released the bite.
"Not yet. Need this, Jay. Need you. Together."
Jared opened his eyes, blinking against the burn of sweat dripping off his brow, and felt his heart ache at the desperation on Jen’s face. Jensen’s eyes grew a shade darker and he started to pump faster, harder, deeper, his jaw-clenching like it was more pain than pleasure.
The burning claw of Jay’s orgasm began a slow scrape out from deep inside him. He reached forward and palmed the back of Jensen’s neck, dragged him down into a kiss. He used the change in angle pulled Jen out of his levered position and take back some of the control. Fixing Jensen was his job, and fuck he was gonna do it. He wrapped his legs around Jen, ankles crossed in the small of his back and deepened the kiss into a slow, languid promise as he rocked his hips upward.
"Fuck, Jay," Jen moaned, immediately surrendering the reins. His tongue stopped its darting, writhing motion and let itself be sucked down by Jared’s hungry mouth.
Two rocking pumps, and Jared went careening over the edge, his mouth falling open in bliss at the exact moment that heat blossomed inside his ass, Jen groaning like a porn star above him.
Jen stuttered a few more times and fell on top of Jared, sliding out with a groan. He tried to roll off onto the mattress, but Jared held him on his chest, long arms refusing to let go. They lay together, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments more, before Jen spoke up.
"We’re gonna have to get up and go home eventually."
"Yeah," Jared sighed. "I’m kinda getting tired of this place myself." Still neither really attemted to move anything more than Jared’s fingers through Jensen’s hair. Jay turned his head downward to whisper in Jen’s ear. "I love you, you know."
Jen nuzzled into Jared’s chest. "Yeah, I know," he sighed contently, all the ‘Dean’ intensity evaporating into the dust motes streaming past the lights. Then he patted Jared’s shoulder weakly and sat himself up.
Jared moved into a sit beside him, both their legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and tossed an arm around Jen’s shoulders.
"You know, we’re gonna have to sneak back in here with a couple packets of that fake blood now," Jared chuckled.
"Why?"
"You wanna explain the giant come stain on the mattress?"
Jen craned his neck behind him and grimaced. "Dude, that’s gross." He cleared his throat and turned back to Jared, a blush on his cheeks. "And I love you, too."
Jared squeezed his shoulders one last time and broke the embrace. "I hope they didn’t leave that camera rolling."
"Fuck you."
"Seriously. The right marketing company, I bet we’d outsell Tommy and Pam."
"Yeah," Jen agreed, "I can see it now, Sexual Healing, starring Jensen Ackles and Jared Pada-….Pada..." A dirty sock smacked him on the back of the head before he could finish.
"Bitch."
The End
Author:
tru_faith_lostRating: NC-17
Pairing: JA/JP
Summary: Jensen has a hard time dealing with the filming of AHBL2. Jared fixes him.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Fiction. No harm intended.
In Character
"Jesus, Jen. Did you sleep at all last night?" Jared slouched forward on his makeup stool as the final touches were put on the latex scar in the middle of ‘Sam’s’ back. He’d already been in the makeup trailer an hour before Jen stumbled in, and Jared didn’t like the fact that Jen looked worse without any foundation than Dead!Sam looked under enough base to crack when he smiled.
(He knew it would crack, since Melody had touched it up three times already.)
"Not really," Jen admitted, not meeting Jared’s gaze. "Just kinda want to get this over with, you know? And you look like shit, yourself, Jay."
"Well, yeah, but I’m dead today. Kinda the point, I think." He almost laughed at himself but Melody pinched him to keep the Dimples-o-Doom from putting in an appearance and ruining her handiwork. Instead, he pulled his t-shirt back on and spun around on his stool to face Jensen, legs sprawled open.
"Don’t worry about your honey, Jared, baby," Melody soothed as she guided Jensen to the neighboring chair. "He’s just making my job easier." She ran her fingers through Jensen’s hair to get a feel for the way it wanted to behave that day and patted him on the shoulder as she turned to get her brushes in order. "Like he doesn’t have a job of his own to do…other than Jared, of course," she teased in Jensen’s ear. She waited for a response from Jen, but didn’t get one and set to work with a thoughtful frown.
"You’re done, hon," she said to Jared, glancing at him worriedly out of the corner of her eye. He shrugged and mouthed the words ‘in character’, knowing that would be explanation enough for Jensen’s sullen demeanor.
Jared knew he should get up and head to wardrobe. Kim wanted to shoot the scenes that followed Sam’s resurrection early in the day, but he hadn’t seen Jen since last night and felt wrong dashing off without a good morning kiss. Not that Jen would want one, being ‘in character’ and all. Jared just wished Jensen didn’t get so deep into Dean’s depression sometimes. It took a lot out of him to prepare for that kind of intensity.
Considering Jensen had specifically asked Jared not to come over last night, Jared knew he’d probably been "preparing" for the last ten hours already.
Jared took a good look at Jen in the mirror, trying to gage just how ‘in character’ he was. Pretty far, judging by the red tinge of his eyes. He hadn’t looked that pink around the irises since that time Jared ambushed him in his trailer and fucked him into blissful oblivion without bothering to ask if he’d had a chance to take his contacts out.
At the time, Kripke had bought the story about falling asleep with his contacts in when Jen showed up at work the next day with red-eye so bad lighting or makeup couldn’t camouflage it, but no one on the lot failed to read between the lines of Jared’s raunchy smirk. Not that anyone minded. It wasn’t like the boys’ relationship was a secret.
Jen looked just as bad now; like he’d already been crying, and they hadn’t even made it to set yet. His lips had a grayish hue to them as though they’d been pressed together tightly enough to cut off circulation. They’d asked him not to shave before coming in, but he looked like he wouldn’t have bothered anyway.
Jared bit the cuticle of his thumbnail, uncertain what to do or say. He knew the purpose of him not going to Jen’s the night before was to give Jensen some ‘Dean’ head time without a giggling, horny, life-size ‘Sam’ doll pushing him down and sucking him off on the sofa. Jared could respect Jen’s space, he could.
Hell, they all made sacrifices for the job.
It shouldn’t have been as hard as it was turning out to be. They weren’t lovesick teenagers who had to walk around with their hands in each other’s back pockets to keep from dying of separation anxiety. They spent plenty of time apart during hiatus and separate engagements and shit. They went days, sometimes weeks without seeing each other.
This was different, though. It was entirely different remaining hands-off while Jen was so obviously in need of some serious hands-on attention.
Fuck Kripke for killing Sam. Low. Fucking. Blow.
Jared stood to leave, but he didn’t resist the urge to put a hand on Jen’s shoulder as he brushed past him, squeezing slightly to say, "everything’s okay." Jen needed it, whether he’d admit it or not. Jensen Ackles wasn’t the only one who had a job to do, and Dean Winchester wasn’t the only dude who needed a hug. The hug would have to wait, but Jared hoped his touch reminded Jen that it was there when he needed it.
Jared stepped out, stifling his concern with the promise that they’d wrap up the day and be back tangled up in bedsheets again before they even had a chance to miss each other.
Except Jared already missed Jen.
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"Okay, Jared. Jen’s going to be here in a few minutes. We’re just going to try filming the scene where Dean hovers over Sam’s body from the doorway while Jensen finds his motivation," Manners directed as Jared shifted on the edge of the lumpy mattress. His hands clenched around the bare corner while he tried to get his nerves under control.
High fructose corn syrup diets weren’t recommended prior to lying perfectly still and pretending to be a corpse. Jared should have learned his lesson from that stint on ER, but sugar was his Jensen Sweet ’n ’Low, so he might have overcompensated just a little.
"We want to let Jen move the scene when he’s ready, so we need you to stay in character," Kim continued. "Once he enters the room and sits down, you have to stay absolutely still. We can edit out a few eyelid twitches, but we don’t want anything to ruin the shot once Jen’s on a roll. Keep everything as invisible as possible. Hopefully we can get this in only a couple takes."
Jared nodded, dark eyes projecting an air of ‘easier said than done’. He’d already been working most of the morning, and twitchy did not even begin to describe how this cramped little room set was starting to make him feel.
They’d gotten through the whole ‘Sam wakes up and checks himself out in the mirror’ scene without too many takes but the friggin’ latex from the scar on ‘Sam’s’ back was driving Jared crazy. Lying absolutely still was going to be a bitch, especially with Jen so close. But Jared knew what Kim meant about not spoiling the shot. He’d probably need all twenty digits and his left nut to count the number of times he’d nailed a scene only to watch the dailies and find out some extra was making lewd gestures in the background.
"Yeah, I get it," Jared agreed, dark hair flopping over his eyes as he accepted his assignment.
This scene was going to be just him and Jen, and Jared wasn’t going to be the moron who broke character and made everyone come in to re-shoot on their day off.
"I know you do, Jared," Kim returned with a warm smile. He patted Jared on the shoulder. "Now lie down and get into position while we get the lighting and everything right. Just don’t fall asleep," he smirked. "I have it on pretty good authority that you snore."
"I do not snore," Jared protested with a lopsided smirk. He laid back on the mattress, hands hooked behind his head as he raised his eyebrows. "That’s Jen." He nestled down into the mattress with an air of cockiness. Who wouldn’t be cocky about fucking Jensen Ackles? "I just drool."
Kim chuckled airily and waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Too much information, kid. Now let’s get you into character so Jen won’t have to work so hard when he gets here."
Jared sighed and let himself be man-handled like a Luke Skywalker action figure, arms, legs, and head posed until Kripke and Manners were both happy, all the while biting back comments about charging for gropes in the future. Being in character was hard work.
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Jared knew that filming had started by the faint hum of the camera and the whisper-glide of the lens being twisted into focus. A second later the clapboard clicked. There was no call of ‘action’, and Jared figured Manners was using a hand signal. There hadn’t been a peep from anyone on the set since Jensen came in a few minutes ago.
Jared was used to Jensen sucking all the air out of a room, but usually the room was their bedroom, and the sucking involved various parts of the male anatomy.
Even with his eyes closed, Jared knew exactly where Jensen was. The intensity of that hazel-eyed stare burned through Jared like the knife in Sam’s back. He felt like the body bag on the side of the road at the scene of a bad car wreck. The entire set had been jerked out of road gear and waited for traffic to be directed around the fictional tragedy, all eyes on Jen.
At first, that’s all Jared could pick up of what was going on-pins and needles of not seeing, not knowing, and silence. His lungs started to protest the tiny little sips of breath he took to keep his chest from rising noticeably. Puffs of recycled air settled hotter and thicker in his throat like a kid in a never-ending game of hide-and-seek, silently wishing to be found so he could escape the claustrophobic pounding of his own blood in his ears.
He didn’t think he could get any closer to suffocating on camera until Jen sucked in a half-hitching sob of a breath. About then, Jared forgot about breathing at all. God, Jen.
Jared’s heartbeat was suddenly mute as he honed in on Jensen’s panicky gasps. ‘In character’ was one thing, freaked the fuck out was something else entirely. Every hitch of breath, every swallow and sniff, sounded like the beads on a glass wind chime during a Vancouver snow storm, too fragile to form words that wouldn’t shatter.
‘Dean’ was talking, but Jared heard Jen. Jensen ‘in character’ was still Jensen…Jared’s Jensen, and it was Jared’s job to look out for his Jen. That’s what made them lovers rather than fuck buddies. Jared didn’t do anything half-assed, and lying here while Jensen suffered sucked day old dog logs.
They had to do the scene a couple of times, but Jared remained under strict instructions to stay on his mark and ‘in character’ until they wrapped. God forbid some crazy fangirl should try to iconize Dead!Sam and discover that he’d moved a fraction of an inch while "dead" and accidentally exposed the elastic of his underwear.
The production crew changed the lighting and camera angles as quickly and efficiently as possible to preserve the atmosphere, scurrying around like a marching band in a scatter drill. One moment of total chaos followed by nearly instantaneous reformation.
The only ones frozen in the limbo of that godawful moment, (Fuck Kripke for killing Sam) were Jensen and Jared.
The first two times they reset the take Jen stood in the entrance, his back to Jared, and pressed his forehead into the doorframe. Jared knew he could use a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water. Nothing like a good cry to spawn the headache from hell.
He wished someone would at least offer Jen a glass of water, but everyone steered a wide berth around him, respecting the unspoken taboo that forbade addressing an actor ‘out of character’ during the filming of critical scenes.
Well, fuck ‘em.
Jared poised to get up and get some aspirin his own damned self when Manners called everyone to their marks.
"Nap time, Padalecki."
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By the fifth retake, Jensen had stopped responding to anything except Kim’s nearly silent direction. He was such a friggin’ workaholic that he couldn’t have ignored that if he’d been in a coma.
Right before Manners called ‘marks’ for the last time, Jared searched out Jen’s eyes and tried to project the reassurance that it would soon be over, but all he got in return was a dead, blank stare. Jen was gone, and ‘Dean’ was one withdrawn SOB.
"Marks."
Ten seconds into the shot, Jared made the executive decision that it would be the last. He wasn’t one of those cranky temperamental actors who took great pleasure in holding the crew hostage by throwing tantrums on set in order to get his way, but he sooo could be that dude if he had to.
Jared closed his eyes reluctantly, and if some photoshopping chick picked up that his hand was fisted in the sheet, and his jaw was clenched slightly, she could just chalk it up to post-mortem ligament contracture, because Jared didn’t give a fuck anymore about the friggin’ scene.
The rasp in Jen/Dean’s voice as the scene progressed was like fresh gravel crunching under the bicycle tires of a kid who still hadn’t got the hang of his two-wheeler-broken, wavering, and dangerous. Damn if Jared couldn’t hear Jen’s chin quivering, and the first tear to hit the bare mattress was like rain in a coffee can. Jared had become a satellite dish that was stuck on one light in the sky, the one beaming all Jensen Ackles, all the time. He saw the entire scene played out on the back of his sugar-jonesing brain in wavy, scratched frames like an old home movie.
The fangirls were gonna be bawling their heads off. Fuck, Jared wasn’t far from it himself. Could they just call it a wrap for God’s sake?
"What am I s’posed to do?!" ‘Dean’ beseeched, the cry torn from his throat like a dry heave of angst. For a second, it lingered in the air, which shouldn’t have been possible with all the sound barriers they had up, and the only other movement was the stool falling over from the force of Jen’s leap to standing.
The silence lasted two ticks too long, and Jared let out a sigh. He hadn’t even known he’d been holding his breath.
"That’s a wrap, people," Manners said, and the crew broke out in applause.
Jared didn’t waste a second to thank everyone as he jackknifed to a sitting position and scooched down the bed to Jensen.
"Jen?" Jared asked. He reached a hand out gingerly toward Jensen who hadn’t moved a muscle since they stopped filming. There was an aloof unawareness to his demeanor that almost made Jared afraid to touch him, like maybe it would be akin to waking a sleepwalker. His long fingers caught in the hem of Jensen’s shirt like a child tugging at his mother’s apron. Still, Jen didn’t move.
Panic fluttered in Jared’s chest, a swarm of bees buzzing around some angst hive in his throat. "Jensen! Jen, look at me…" He reached up and cupped his lover’s chin in his hand, physically forcing Jen to turn his eyes in his direction, but they were just empty wells, rimmed in red brick.
The applause petered out rather quickly as emotion piqued in Jared’s voice after the long stretch of forced silence. Jared glimpsed Kripke and Manners looking at him questioningly, unsure whether to step in and offer assistance, though what the fuck they planned to do, Jared had no clue. He waved them off without taking his eyes from Jensen.
He rose up, sat back on his folded knees so he was at eye-level with Jen, and put his other hand on Jensen’s scruffy cheek, cradling his face like he was either going to perform CPR or kiss him senseless. "Jen, c’mon," he whispered breathily, his mouth only an inch from Jen’s. "It’s over, now." He breathed deep of Jen’s scent, stale like he hadn’t showered that morning, and drank in the water of his rippling gaze.
There was a flicker, just the tiniest flash of recognition, and Jensen’s eyes seemed to soften a little around the edges, still faraway, but less intense. Jared felt Jen’s hands slide up his chest, but he was too worried to acknowledge his body’s natural arch into the touch even when those experienced fingers brushed achingly slow over his nipples.
"Jay…?" Jen asked, like he was waking from a dream. His hands fisted around Jared’s shirt collar, and he dragged Jared toward him until they were forehead to forehead. Jared felt his eyes go slightly crossed as he met Jen’s suddenly frantic gaze.
Jared nodded and rubbed his thumbs over Jensen’s cheeks, painting color over what was only grey and ashen. "Yeah, baby, I’m here. It’s me, okay. It’s all over now."
Jen stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief then drew in a whooping, shaky breath, and just…broke. He fell into Jared’s chest, his head buried in Jay’s neck, stubble scratchy over sensitive skin. His arms slid back down and fell limp at his sides as Jared wrapped one forearm around Jen’s waist and cradled the back of his head in one hand.
Jared found himself in an awkward position to be supporting them both and started to tip forward off the mattress. Maneuvering stiffly, he rose up on his knees and swung his legs around to the edge of the bed, balancing Jensen up between them.
"It’s all right, man," he reassured. "I gotcha."
The rest of the set rustled slightly, a few throats clearing as people began to duck their gazes and head for the door. Jared only just managed to catch Eric’s ‘OK’ hand gesture as Kim, true to his director form, directed the rest of the crew off-set. Jared nodded gratefully as Jen shook against him.
Eric and Kim left last, and Jared nuzzled into Jen’s hair as the door clicked behind them. He just caught a glimpse of red under the door as someone flicked on the "Filming in Progress" sign. He resisted the urge to snicker. The bastards might just as well have hung a towel on the doorknob. He was so not about to take advantage of Jensen’s vulnerable state. What kind of jackass did they think he was anyway?
Not that having Jen pressed up against him like that wasn’t waking up a whole lot of horny, jonesing little Jareds in his bloodstream.
"You were awesome, man," Jay said, pressing a kiss to the top of Jensen’s head. Jen wasn’t sobbing anymore, but he was still shaking, either stressed to the max or just on the point of physical and emotional collapse.
Either way, Jared was there to catch him.
"God, Jay, that sucked so bad," Jensen sighed, his chest still hitching as he took a deep, shuddering breath. Jen pulled back just enough look in Jared’s eyes again. Jay could feel him searching, looking for Jared under the Sam getup and layers of foundation. "If you EVER…" He dropped his gaze so that the top of his head was pressed into Jared’s throat as his fingertips brushed over Jay’s waist.
"God, Jay!" He gritted, the fingers tightening painfully into claws. "Can’t ever lose you like that. Fucking not ever!" He lifted his eyes back to meet Jared’s, his eyelashes wet once more. "Fuck, man…I …I need…"
Apparently, Jared warm, and there, and fucking alive goddammit, required more urgent attention than finishing that sentence. Jen pushed his hands back up Jared’s chest, more firmly this time, with obvious intent, and twisted his fingers in Jared’s hair. He tugged their mouths together with a little whine.
Jared opened as Jen forced his tongue inside. He felt his mouth go dry as Jen seemed to inhale every ounce of heat and moisture, savoring him like the last twitches of an orgasmic cock.
The kiss quickly became more frantic, went from desperate and deep to shallow and biting. Jen’s chest butted up against Jared’s and Jay went with it, falling back on the mattress as Jen climbed him like a ladder. Jay let his hands slide down Jen’s back and hooked in the belt loops of ‘Dean’s’ jeans, giving Jen the extra oomph he needed to end up lying between Jared’s sprawled knees.
"Jen…" Jared interjected, already panting for breath. "Jen, we’re still on set."
Jensen held Jared’s bottom lip between his teeth and turned his wide-blown eyes upward. Jay took the hint and shut the hell up, whimpering from the intensity in Jensen’s glare.
Jen shut his eyes again, turned his head to the side just enough to break the kiss, and ran his stubbled cheek all along Jared’s jaw, like a cat rubbing it’s head into a friendly palm, until his nose was buried in Jared’s hair at the point where sideburns stopped and longer strands began. He sucked and nipped around the very top of Jay’s jutting jawbone, grazing an eye tooth along the tiny membrane of skin that connected his ear lobe to the side of his head while he tongued the dangling lobe.
"Nnnnghh," Jared gasped. Despite his conviction not to take advantage of Jensen in his vulnerable state, he was all for being taken advantage of himself. Fuck, he liked it when Jen took control.
Jay pointed his chin to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, as his whole body arched up, straining to meet Jensen straddled above him. His hands abandoned the belt loops and started tugging at the hem of Jen’s shirts, groping frantically for bare skin. Jen’s hands were already working at Jared’s belt buckle when Jay got his long fingers against Jen’s obliques. The muscles heaved, damp with sweat and rising with each panted breath.
Jared lifted his hips as he felt his pants open, let Jensen slide them down past his hips. Jen’s teeth raked along Jared’s throat as he slid lower, and Jared’s hands slipped up and over Jensen’s lats. His thumbs worked the fibers of tight muscle like a masseuse’s touch. He gasped as Jen’s lips settled over the divot under his Adam’s apple.
Jen sucked at the tender skin, huffing wet, steamy breath into Jared’s throat, then moved on to bite along the edge of his collar bone.
Jared’s jeans were only down to just below the tops of his thighs, and he grunted in frustration as Jensen abandoned them to fumble with the buttons of ‘Sam’s’ shirt. Several seconds of desperate wriggling and arching later, Jared’s navel crushed into Jen’s, their lower bodies kissing as desperately as their lips.
"God, Jen…fuck!" Jared gasped as Jensen gave up on undoing the buttons and just ripped the rest off. It wouldn’t be the first ‘Sam’ shirt that ended up in the trash bin, not the last either if Jared had a say in it. Fucking Jen on set had to be the biggest turn on ever.
With the button-down open, Jensen wrapped his fingers in the hem of Jared’s t-shirt and forced it up while he ducked his head down to work the ridges of Jay’s rib bones. He laved each groove with his tongue, alternately kissing and biting at the protruding bone.
Jared found himself blinded momentarily as the garments were pressed over his head. He whined with desperation and took his hands off Jensen for the split second it took to finish the job of stripping the shirts. His shoulders bulged and twisted with the contortion, but he didn’t mind. He wrestled himself into a half-sit, propped up on one elbow while he reached over Jensen and pulled ‘Dean’s’ shirts off as well.
Jensen came up for air as the shirts slid over his head and pounced on Jared’s lips again as soon as their eyes met.
"Jay, don’t you ever fucking do that to me for real," he panted. "Couldn’t take it, man. God! Just couldn’t…" He moved his knees farther up Jared’s body and pulled Jay’s head into his chest. His head fell back as Jared accepted the invitation and sucked a nipple between his teeth. "Fucking need you, Jay…"
Jared couldn’t miss the sharp prod of Jen’s cock in his ribs. He beat his feet against the end of the bed until his shoes finally thunked to the floor and reached around behind Jen to work his jeans the rest of the way off as well. He felt Jen’s thighs tighten spastically around him, heard ‘Dean’s’ boots crash, and took that as his hint to undo Jensen’s pants.
Jared nuzzled his nose between Jen’s pecs as he worked the jeans off. He teased each nipple with just the tip of his tongue then blew hot air over them, watching them freeze and harden under the invisible touch.
"Jen, so fucking beautiful. Never hurt you like that. Swear," he promised between moans.
Jen’s gasped response hardened to a growl as his fingernails started clawing into the small of Jared’s back, quickly gaining momentum. At first it was a turn on, but then it just got weird. Jared leaned back with his top lip curled back in an Elvis smirk. "Dude, what the fuck?"
The words were no sooner out of his mouth then he felt a tearing sensation in the center of his back. Jen sat back on Jared’s thighs and produced the mangled remainder of the scar that’d been driving Jay up the wall all day.
"Never," Jen asserted, his eyes desperate with need for reassurance. Then, he flung the latex aside and wrapped his arms around Jared’s head, using it to hold himself up as he arched forward and freed up his legs enough to get the jeans all the way off..
With the pants removed, Jared was painfully aware that their cocks were starving for attention. Damn Sam and Dean for wearing so many friggin’ clothes. Jen was in Jared’s lap, Jared’s cock nestled into the crease of his ass through the thin fabric of the cotton boxers. Jay reached down between them and into Jen’s boxers. His thumb followed the trail of leaking precum to the dripping head of Jensen’s cock while his tongue searched out Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen accepted the kiss and started a slow thrust into Jared’s hand, rocking backward onto Jared’s cock just enough to keep Jared aching and needy beneath him. Jared’s blood was thrumming in his ears by the time Jen broke the kiss and pushed him slowly down onto the mattress.
Without the weight of Jensen over his hips, Jared couldn’t help but to grind roughly up into Jensen, desperate for friction and movement.
Jen drew out of the kiss and gazed right into Jared’s eyes. There was something feral and hungry in that stare that was mesmerizing. Jared felt himself being hypnotized like the cobra by the bobbing mongoose and jerked in surprise as Jensen lunged forward and nipped the end of his nose.
"Fuck, Jen!"
Jensen pressed his thumb over Jared’s mouth and held him by the nose for a second longer then sucked back. "Get the lube, Jay. I gotta fuck you now."
Jay bucked up violently, the threat and the promise almost enough to make him come without being touched. "Hell, yeah," he panted. He rolled to the side, Jensen log-rolling over him to the far side of the mattress, and fumbled on the floor for his jeans. His other hand put itself to use tugging his boxers down at the same time.
God, wouldn’t the fangirls love to know that ‘Sam’ always had lube in those baggy-assed jeans.
He flipped himself back over to find Jensen completely naked, slick cock arched up to his belly, and standing on his knees at the bottom of the bed. Jared sat up and wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist again, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock as he pressed the lube into Jen’s waiting palm.
There was an instant of vertigo as Jen grasped his shoulders and shoved him roughly down to the mattress. He gasped but wriggled into a more compromising position with his legs propped open around Jen’s knees. Jen crawled up over his chest like a prowling tomcat and hunched his back up as he grasped Jared’s hips and pulled him over his lap. He bent over almost double to get his tongue into Jared’s belly button.
Jared felt the head of his cock paint a stripe across Jen’s extended throat and bucked involuntarily into the only flesh-on-flesh friction his dick had gotten to that point. While his hips were still lifted, Jen made his move, forcing a lube-slicked finger into Jay’s hole while biting at his twitching stomach.
Jared clenched his jaw and threw his head back, lifting his shoulders from the mattress like he’d been prodded with a hot poker. His throat tightened around a scream that he knew would be heard on the other side of the Supernatural lot.
Jen’s head was moving in little circles, his tongue darting in and out over the ridges of Jared’s flat stomach. Jensen might as well have been fucking him already for the intensity of the sensation rolling over him. Jen was up to three fingers fucking into his ass before Jared’s shoulders made it back down to the mattress. The first brush of that long middle finger over his prostate made him writhe against it, his hair knotting under his head as he thrashed beneath the ministrations.
By then, Jared was completely at the mercy of the world around him as all thought and muscle control eluded him. There was a moment of profound…emptiness…and a slurping wet noise, then his ankles were in the air.
Jen’s cock prodded at his entrance, teasing but not moving forward into the waiting warmth. Instead, Jared felt teeth on the backs of his calves, a thumb pressed into the groove of the Achilles tendons on each ankle, effectively immobilizing him with sharp shocks that traveled down to his hips. Fuck, where did Jen learn to do that?
A second later Jared didn’t care where the hell Jen had learned it so long as he Kept. Fucking. Doing it.
"NNnnnnggghh!" The sound ripped from his throat as Jen used the moment of near-paralysis to thrust in all the way to the hilt. "Fuck!" He cursed.
Jen released the grips on his ankles, and Jared hooked one leg around Jen’s waist while Jensen placed soothing kisses on the inside of his other calf, licking and sucking all the say down to the space behind his knee. Then he closed his teeth on the tendon and started to move.
The tingling burn of the bite combined with the stretch of Jen’s cock nearly brought Jared off on the first thrust, but Jensen fisted his cock roughly and released the bite.
"Not yet. Need this, Jay. Need you. Together."
Jared opened his eyes, blinking against the burn of sweat dripping off his brow, and felt his heart ache at the desperation on Jen’s face. Jensen’s eyes grew a shade darker and he started to pump faster, harder, deeper, his jaw-clenching like it was more pain than pleasure.
The burning claw of Jay’s orgasm began a slow scrape out from deep inside him. He reached forward and palmed the back of Jensen’s neck, dragged him down into a kiss. He used the change in angle pulled Jen out of his levered position and take back some of the control. Fixing Jensen was his job, and fuck he was gonna do it. He wrapped his legs around Jen, ankles crossed in the small of his back and deepened the kiss into a slow, languid promise as he rocked his hips upward.
"Fuck, Jay," Jen moaned, immediately surrendering the reins. His tongue stopped its darting, writhing motion and let itself be sucked down by Jared’s hungry mouth.
Two rocking pumps, and Jared went careening over the edge, his mouth falling open in bliss at the exact moment that heat blossomed inside his ass, Jen groaning like a porn star above him.
Jen stuttered a few more times and fell on top of Jared, sliding out with a groan. He tried to roll off onto the mattress, but Jared held him on his chest, long arms refusing to let go. They lay together, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments more, before Jen spoke up.
"We’re gonna have to get up and go home eventually."
"Yeah," Jared sighed. "I’m kinda getting tired of this place myself." Still neither really attemted to move anything more than Jared’s fingers through Jensen’s hair. Jay turned his head downward to whisper in Jen’s ear. "I love you, you know."
Jen nuzzled into Jared’s chest. "Yeah, I know," he sighed contently, all the ‘Dean’ intensity evaporating into the dust motes streaming past the lights. Then he patted Jared’s shoulder weakly and sat himself up.
Jared moved into a sit beside him, both their legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and tossed an arm around Jen’s shoulders.
"You know, we’re gonna have to sneak back in here with a couple packets of that fake blood now," Jared chuckled.
"Why?"
"You wanna explain the giant come stain on the mattress?"
Jen craned his neck behind him and grimaced. "Dude, that’s gross." He cleared his throat and turned back to Jared, a blush on his cheeks. "And I love you, too."
Jared squeezed his shoulders one last time and broke the embrace. "I hope they didn’t leave that camera rolling."
"Fuck you."
"Seriously. The right marketing company, I bet we’d outsell Tommy and Pam."
"Yeah," Jen agreed, "I can see it now, Sexual Healing, starring Jensen Ackles and Jared Pada-….Pada..." A dirty sock smacked him on the back of the head before he could finish.
"Bitch."
The End
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:51 am (UTC)Got Milk?
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-06-05 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 06:17 pm (UTC)Certainly beats Jensen walking off down the road by himself :-)
Thanks :-)
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:54 am (UTC)And man, your icon! Jared almost looks older in that pic, so like the protector. *smiles at schmoopicon*
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:53 pm (UTC)Dude, seriously, that's just so completely off basis it's almost painful. This story was brilliant, really intense and with an engaging characterization that made the whole thing seem as real as fictional stories can hope to be. The depth of feeling on both sides- Jensen' immersion in his character and Jared' worry about what it was doing to him- came together perfectly in the end. The sex scene in my opinion is much more than porn here- it's hot, sure, but it has a plot behind it, and it shows. I loved this, great work. You should really change those author notes though :)
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:57 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. I thought maybe I jumped too fast into the sex and stayed there too long, but if you liked it then I'm a happy camper. *grin*
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Date: 2007-06-05 08:06 pm (UTC)I just loved it. =)
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:56 am (UTC)Thanks so much for taking the time to comment. *snuggles pretty comment*
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Date: 2007-06-05 08:38 pm (UTC)Loved the entirely too method-oriented acting that Jensen does, and also loved Jared's sensitivity to everything around Jensen. I especially loved how the crew knew about them and took everything in stride.
Thanks for a fantastic read!
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:00 am (UTC)I just read some interviews where Jen talked about how intense the mindset is for those types of scenes and figured they'd definitely need some sexual healing after that one. And I like when peeps support them as a couple, so the crew had to know.
Thanks so much!
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Date: 2007-06-05 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 03:03 am (UTC)In Character
Date: 2007-06-06 12:04 am (UTC)Re: In Character
Date: 2007-06-06 03:05 am (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2007-06-06 12:31 am (UTC)God, wouldn’t the fangirls love to know that ‘Sam’ always had lube in those baggy-assed jeans. Hah! I love that. We'd be entirely unsurprised really. We'd just go off and write/draw lots of porn. Even better if the video of them fucking came out too. :D With the force of the fangirls, the would outsell...oh, basically everyone ever. :P
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:09 am (UTC)Oh yeah, still waiting for the secret J2 sex video. I'm so gonna have a copy of that.
thanks so much!!
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Date: 2007-06-06 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 03:11 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-06 01:30 am (UTC)The plot was good and the schmoop was just the right amount.
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Date: 2007-06-06 01:34 am (UTC)Really, though, mostly it's just fun to point at yourself and laugh before someone else does it. Defense mechanisms instilled by dysfunctional youth. Yup, that's my final answer. Glad you liked it though. ♥
Tracy
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:04 am (UTC)I clicked on this to comment on the kick ass-ness of your icon, and do not regret reading this. It was great.
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:17 am (UTC)Thanks so much! I love writing these boys, and the emotions are just a reflection of that.
I'll try one more time to get the icon location right. It's at
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-06 11:19 pm (UTC)<3333
Succumbing to RPS was the greatest thing I've ever done. Loved this. Took me forever to get through it because I kept rereading the beginning. Worried!Jared makes my heart melt into goo.
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Date: 2007-06-07 12:36 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-07 03:37 am (UTC)Wish I could read this. Couldn't you'a posted it, like, on Sunday or something?
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Date: 2007-06-07 10:30 am (UTC)thanks for the comment, though!
Tracy
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Date: 2007-06-07 08:00 pm (UTC)thanks!
BTW it's totally hot. Cold shower or my bunk? The second one.
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Date: 2007-06-08 01:18 am (UTC)And I'll leave 'em a message to meet you in your bunk.
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-09 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-09 02:20 am (UTC)Thanks!