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rain_n_snow) wrote2011-02-02 09:58 am
rain_n_snow) wrote2011-02-02 09:58 am
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Just Don't Give Up on Me 2/?
Jared and Jensen have both fought their inner battles against what they want for so long. Maybe it's time for them to face it all. But can they weather the storm and make it work, or will reality and the past rear its ugly head and keep them apart?
Pairings: J2, mention of Jared/Genevieve & Jensen/Danneel
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Christian Kane, Tom Welling, Genevieve Cortese, Danneel Harris (mentioned)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, a little angst, lots of boy smexing
Disclaimer: If I owned them, or either of them (I SOOO wish!!!), I would totally be doing better shit than writing fanfic
Chap 2
The shooting for the rest of the afternoon was pointless. Either of them could have said that would be the case before they came back from the monumental ‘lunch’ break, but how could they explain that to everyone else? So they struggled through scenes where both were distracted and stilted. Even Kim, who was generally the easiest director to work with, was getting beyond frustrated with both of them.
“Enough,” Kim finally called, exasperated with them and the entire wasted afternoon of shooting. “I don’t know how bad lunch was, but you both better get your heads out of your asses before tomorrow morning. We have one hell of a mid-season finale still to finish. I don’t need the two of you checkin out on me before that’s done. You will get your hiatus when that’s done, not before. That’s a wrap for today. I want everyone here bright and early tomorrow. Six a.m. people!”
He gave Jared and Jensen one last frustrated, warning look before stomping off to see if anything they had shot was salvageable. Doubtful. They had both looked like rookies out there since lunch. Hell, danced around each other, unable to make eye contact like a pair of fucking virgins on prom night. The infamous Ackles-Padalecki chemistry nowhere in sight.
The ride home was as miserable as the last several hours of shooting, neither saying a word as Clif drove them to the house they currently shared.
Jensen stole a glance at Jared, unsure how to even talk to his friend after what had happened. Fuck. It had been incredible. He could still feel Jared’s hands as if they were on him now. Hell, he had come faster and harder than he could remember since he was fifteen years old. How embarrassing. The only thing keeping him from feeling completely ashamed of his stamina was that Jared had been just as quick on the draw. Damn. How fucking incredible would it be if they ever got farther? If, for instance he dropped to his knees the minute they entered the house tonight and sucked Jared until he was gasping out Jensen’s name? He was hard just thinking about it. Really hard. He glanced at Jared out of the corner of his eye before pressing hard against his throbbing erection with his palm. Thank god for long shirts, because in about two minutes they were going to have to get out of this SUV and walk into the house, and the last thing he needed was to be advertising his thoughts again.
Pushing open the door, Jared found himself with an armful of Genevieve before he even got into the entryway. Fuck.
“Hey angel,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him. “I couldn’t not come see you, because I’m gonna be gone most of your hiatus.”
Jensen felt his jaw clench, along with pretty much every muscle in his body as he watched the display before him, then pushed past them, heading for his room.
Jared watched the retreating figure of his best friend, wanted to call out to him, but what was he going to say? He wanted to push Genevieve away, tell her to leave off. And what was up with that? He hadn’t seen her in almost two months, shouldn’t he be happy to have her here? Why was his only reaction frustration and an almost desperate need to go to Jensen and reassure him that he didn’t want her here?
The next few days passed with little fanfare and less communication. The rides to work were silent, stilted. They both went through the motions and got through scenes by rote. Neither had time or possibility to deal with what had happened between them, especially not with Genevieve in the house.
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It was late. Jared glanced at the nightstand to see the time, 2:13 a.m. flashing on the alarm clock, when he heard the front door open and voices in the entryway. He recognized Jensen’s voice, and could tell he was drunk from the slow drawl as he spoke to whoever was with him. Did he just fucking giggle? The answering voice was male, also carrying amusement and the drag of alcohol, but Jared couldn’t place it. He felt a deep burn of pain in his stomach as he realized Jensen had brought a man home…to his house. Fuck it. It wasn’t like he could say anything. Genevieve was lying next to him, turned toward the other wall, but there was no denying she was there.
But, Jensen had never brought anyone here before, and definitely not some random hook up. And a guy? Jared felt violence surge through him. He wanted nothing more than to stomp out into the hallway, head straight to Jensen’s room and drag whoever it was out of his house, to beat him until the pain dissipated in his belly. When he was done with nameless faceless guy he wanted to throw Jensen to the ground and fuck him until he couldn’t even think of anyone but Jared. Couldn’t remember his own name, until the only thing he could think was to beg for more, beg Jared to give him what he really needed.
Jared heard Jensen’s door close after a few minutes and the house was quiet. He had no idea who was down there, or what they were doing; how much Jensen was giving to this guy that should belong to him alone. He only knew that he couldn’t sleep and images of Jensen’s body entwined with some other guy burned in his brain for hours. He drifted off just before his alarm clock went off at 5:00 a.m.
It was going to be a long long day. He heard Jensen’s door open quietly and then close again before the front door was opened and snicked closed a minute later. Jared resisted the urge to run to a front window and try to see who Jensen had brought home last night. His heart felt tight and wrong inside his chest.
Jensen wondered how he could get to the bathroom, get cleaned up, get coffee, please god, lots of coffee, without seeing Jared, and definitely without dealing with Genevieve’s whining annoying ass. He wasn’t sure when he started being quite so irritated by Genevieve, they had gotten along fine when she was on the show in the beginning, but at this point? He wanted her gone. Was glad she was going wherever during hiatus, even though he wouldn’t be seeing Jared either. Fuck, right now he just wanted his head to stop pounding and his stomach to settle…and for the ache in his chest to ease, if only just a little.
They made it through the trip to set and the first half of the day without speaking. Sam and Dean spoke, of course, and it was a testament to their individual work ethics and dedication to their trade that they were able to turn out decent work. Or maybe they were both just too damned tired and scared to have to keep doing these scenes over and over. The only way they were going to get to breathe would be if they finished this episode to Manners’s satisfaction and wrapped up this episode, the mid-season finale.
Finally the last ‘wrap’ was called and everyone clapped each other on the back tiredly as they headed out. Jared and Jensen found themselves surrounded constantly as they headed to their respective trailers one last time to change. The mood was upbeat but tired as they laughed with everyone around them and talked about plans for hiatus, neither meeting the other's eyes, thankful for the distraction of cast and crew.
Jared stole a few glances at Jensen, wondering what was going through his best friend’s mind. They hadn’t even talked about hiatus, or what either of them would be doing. Too much left unsaid between them to talk about much of anything, both afraid where the conversation would lead.
chap 3
Pairings: J2, mention of Jared/Genevieve & Jensen/Danneel
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Christian Kane, Tom Welling, Genevieve Cortese, Danneel Harris (mentioned)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, a little angst, lots of boy smexing
Disclaimer: If I owned them, or either of them (I SOOO wish!!!), I would totally be doing better shit than writing fanfic
Chap 2
The shooting for the rest of the afternoon was pointless. Either of them could have said that would be the case before they came back from the monumental ‘lunch’ break, but how could they explain that to everyone else? So they struggled through scenes where both were distracted and stilted. Even Kim, who was generally the easiest director to work with, was getting beyond frustrated with both of them.
“Enough,” Kim finally called, exasperated with them and the entire wasted afternoon of shooting. “I don’t know how bad lunch was, but you both better get your heads out of your asses before tomorrow morning. We have one hell of a mid-season finale still to finish. I don’t need the two of you checkin out on me before that’s done. You will get your hiatus when that’s done, not before. That’s a wrap for today. I want everyone here bright and early tomorrow. Six a.m. people!”
He gave Jared and Jensen one last frustrated, warning look before stomping off to see if anything they had shot was salvageable. Doubtful. They had both looked like rookies out there since lunch. Hell, danced around each other, unable to make eye contact like a pair of fucking virgins on prom night. The infamous Ackles-Padalecki chemistry nowhere in sight.
The ride home was as miserable as the last several hours of shooting, neither saying a word as Clif drove them to the house they currently shared.
Jensen stole a glance at Jared, unsure how to even talk to his friend after what had happened. Fuck. It had been incredible. He could still feel Jared’s hands as if they were on him now. Hell, he had come faster and harder than he could remember since he was fifteen years old. How embarrassing. The only thing keeping him from feeling completely ashamed of his stamina was that Jared had been just as quick on the draw. Damn. How fucking incredible would it be if they ever got farther? If, for instance he dropped to his knees the minute they entered the house tonight and sucked Jared until he was gasping out Jensen’s name? He was hard just thinking about it. Really hard. He glanced at Jared out of the corner of his eye before pressing hard against his throbbing erection with his palm. Thank god for long shirts, because in about two minutes they were going to have to get out of this SUV and walk into the house, and the last thing he needed was to be advertising his thoughts again.
Pushing open the door, Jared found himself with an armful of Genevieve before he even got into the entryway. Fuck.
“Hey angel,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him. “I couldn’t not come see you, because I’m gonna be gone most of your hiatus.”
Jensen felt his jaw clench, along with pretty much every muscle in his body as he watched the display before him, then pushed past them, heading for his room.
Jared watched the retreating figure of his best friend, wanted to call out to him, but what was he going to say? He wanted to push Genevieve away, tell her to leave off. And what was up with that? He hadn’t seen her in almost two months, shouldn’t he be happy to have her here? Why was his only reaction frustration and an almost desperate need to go to Jensen and reassure him that he didn’t want her here?
The next few days passed with little fanfare and less communication. The rides to work were silent, stilted. They both went through the motions and got through scenes by rote. Neither had time or possibility to deal with what had happened between them, especially not with Genevieve in the house.
j♥j♥j♥j♥j♥j♥j♥j♥j
It was late. Jared glanced at the nightstand to see the time, 2:13 a.m. flashing on the alarm clock, when he heard the front door open and voices in the entryway. He recognized Jensen’s voice, and could tell he was drunk from the slow drawl as he spoke to whoever was with him. Did he just fucking giggle? The answering voice was male, also carrying amusement and the drag of alcohol, but Jared couldn’t place it. He felt a deep burn of pain in his stomach as he realized Jensen had brought a man home…to his house. Fuck it. It wasn’t like he could say anything. Genevieve was lying next to him, turned toward the other wall, but there was no denying she was there.
But, Jensen had never brought anyone here before, and definitely not some random hook up. And a guy? Jared felt violence surge through him. He wanted nothing more than to stomp out into the hallway, head straight to Jensen’s room and drag whoever it was out of his house, to beat him until the pain dissipated in his belly. When he was done with nameless faceless guy he wanted to throw Jensen to the ground and fuck him until he couldn’t even think of anyone but Jared. Couldn’t remember his own name, until the only thing he could think was to beg for more, beg Jared to give him what he really needed.
Jared heard Jensen’s door close after a few minutes and the house was quiet. He had no idea who was down there, or what they were doing; how much Jensen was giving to this guy that should belong to him alone. He only knew that he couldn’t sleep and images of Jensen’s body entwined with some other guy burned in his brain for hours. He drifted off just before his alarm clock went off at 5:00 a.m.
It was going to be a long long day. He heard Jensen’s door open quietly and then close again before the front door was opened and snicked closed a minute later. Jared resisted the urge to run to a front window and try to see who Jensen had brought home last night. His heart felt tight and wrong inside his chest.
Jensen wondered how he could get to the bathroom, get cleaned up, get coffee, please god, lots of coffee, without seeing Jared, and definitely without dealing with Genevieve’s whining annoying ass. He wasn’t sure when he started being quite so irritated by Genevieve, they had gotten along fine when she was on the show in the beginning, but at this point? He wanted her gone. Was glad she was going wherever during hiatus, even though he wouldn’t be seeing Jared either. Fuck, right now he just wanted his head to stop pounding and his stomach to settle…and for the ache in his chest to ease, if only just a little.
They made it through the trip to set and the first half of the day without speaking. Sam and Dean spoke, of course, and it was a testament to their individual work ethics and dedication to their trade that they were able to turn out decent work. Or maybe they were both just too damned tired and scared to have to keep doing these scenes over and over. The only way they were going to get to breathe would be if they finished this episode to Manners’s satisfaction and wrapped up this episode, the mid-season finale.
Finally the last ‘wrap’ was called and everyone clapped each other on the back tiredly as they headed out. Jared and Jensen found themselves surrounded constantly as they headed to their respective trailers one last time to change. The mood was upbeat but tired as they laughed with everyone around them and talked about plans for hiatus, neither meeting the other's eyes, thankful for the distraction of cast and crew.
Jared stole a few glances at Jensen, wondering what was going through his best friend’s mind. They hadn’t even talked about hiatus, or what either of them would be doing. Too much left unsaid between them to talk about much of anything, both afraid where the conversation would lead.
chap 3