Comment_fic: RPS
CANDY STORE. Where Jensen is the cranky owner and Jared is the excitable candy fiend.
"Ohmygod, yes. You got more toffee turtles!"
Jensen grit his teeth. He carefully finished writing 1.50 next to gummi bears on the whiteboard, though with the voice behind him those wouldn't last long. He replaced the cap on the marker and set it down, pasting a smile across his face before turning to face the looming giant on the other side of the counter. "Jared."
The giant looked up and grinned at him, and then Jensen's smile became just the slightest bit real, because he always forgot how adorable Jared was. He reminded Jensen of the kids that used to come to his store, when it was just a corner shop. The kids he opened the store for, really, before his candy got famous and all his customers turned into stuffy men in suits looking for things that their sophisticated girlfriends would coo and kiss them over. All his customers except Jared.
Jared leaned over almost in half and pressed his nose to the glass of the case, and Jensen's smile faded, because he was going to leave smudges and maybe he didn't miss those kids so much. "So you'll be taking some of those, right? The turtles?"
Jared nodded enthusiastically, then stopped, lowering his eyes. "Wait, no. Sandy won't...last time she got mad at me because they hurt her teeth. She likes chocolates, though. Do you have anything with peanut butter?"
Jensen showed him the peanut butter cups and the peanut swirls and the peanut crisps and the peanut butter eggs, and went and helped another customer while he stared wide-eyed. When he got back Jared was tapping his long, graceful fingers against the glass and bouncing with excitement.
He ordered a huge pack of peanut butter cups and three large eggs. Jensen rang him up, and then paused before handing him the bag. "You're sure about the turtles?"
Jared bit his lip, and Jensen found his gaze caught there. Jared stood up to his full height, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and rolled his shoulders back. Only the mischievous glint in his eyes remained of the child he'd been. "No." He said softly. "Sandy doesn't have to know, after all."
Jensen looked up at him through his eyelashes, smoothing his hands on his apron, suddenly feeling as if everything was important, heavy. "No, she doesn't." He slid a pack of toffee turtles into the bag, and pushed it across the counter to him. Jared reached for his wallet, but Jensen shook his head. "For you. Just make sure you come back."
Jared took the bag, pulling it to his chest as if it was something precious and his. "I will."
*
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, can't sleep without you
Chris punched his pillow, missed it, and hit his headboard. This was fucking ridiculous. He massaged his knuckles and threw himself back down on his back. This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. He was exhausted. The day's shooting had been intense, a lot of physical stuff from Eliot, and it was so goddamn cold here. He hated shooting on-location. At least, he did when "location" happened to be halfway up a snow-covered mountain in the middle of nowhere.
He screwed his eyes shut, hoping that maybe if he stared hard enough at the backs of them, that would count as sleeping.
His phone rang. He picked it up without looking at it. "It's four in the morning." He growled. "The hell do you want?"
"Oh the lists I could make." Steve's voice slid across the line, flirty and smooth and just the tiniest bit anxious.
Chris relaxed, and almost fell asleep right there with relief. He let himself grin, and ignored how soppy it was. "Steve. Hey."
"Man, you're a grumpy fucker when I ain't there to check you."
Chris's smile lessened. "Sorry. I just...Having trouble sleeping, lately. Almost since I fuckin' left, it's ridiculous."
Steve gave a long sigh. "Yeah. Me too."
Chris blinked. "Really?"
"Yes, Chris." He could hear Steve's grin. "What, I'm not allowed to miss you?"
"No." Chris said, and then scrubbed his face with his hand. "I mean, yes, of course you are, I just...I didn't expect..."
"Chris." Steve's voice was arch, as if he had explained this a thousand times. "I love you. I love you so much that I can't sleep without you. I miss you. You asked me what I wanted, well, I want you just to be here, so I can wrap my arms around you, pull you close. Thread my hands in your hair and just feel the beat of your heart against mine. That's what I want."
Chris rolled over on his side, closing his eyes, and tried to feel the warmth of him. It only made his heart ache more. "God." He muttered. "Steve, we are such fuckin' girls." But he kept his eyes closed, and he kept himself relaxed and he just reached - as if if he just had long enough arms, he could brush Steve's face, his hair, the curve of his shoulder.
"Was that an "I love you too"?" Steve asked, tone playful, and Chris snorted. "Obviously."
They were silent for a moment. Then Chris smiled, and Steve somehow heard it because he asked, "Chris? What is it?" and then Chris was singing.
I can hear your heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time you smile
And when I come to you that's where I belong
I'm running to you but the road's too long
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You've got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to you when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief..
The words came easily as his brain drifted and he could hear Steve's breath slowing in his ear. He smiled at the backs of his eyelids, and finished, softly,
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love...
And with the deep, even breathing of his lover in his ear, Christian Kane slept.
*
RPS, Jared/Jensen, talking without words
The fans always quote them on things they've said, little slips and hints and winks at their true relationship. There are posts all over the internet with "proof quotes", with little sound-bytes and giant sparkling fonts and thousands of exclamation points.But those who know them know that the proof isn't in their words, but in what they saw between them, what they say with hands and smiles and looks.
They know it, too. They use it, at conventions, on set, have whole conversations without saying a word. There'll be times when, at one end of the set, Jared busts up laughing for no reason, and at the other, Jensen's done the same, at the same time. The director just shakes his head, the costars smile fondly and wait for them to gather themselves back up and settle down so they can roll again.
And so, when they finally decide to come out, they don't do it with words. They have no prepared speeches, no lengthy explanations. Just Jared and Jensen on a stage in front of thousands of fangirls. And Jensen looks at Jared and Jared looks at Jensen, and then they're kissing, long and deep. The screams of the fangirls shake the rafters, but they don't separate. There's no sense of urgency to it, no "this was a dare", no feeling of a publicity stunt. Jared cups Jensen's face, his thumb sliding across his cheekbone, caressing, and Jensen hooks his hands behind Jared's head to keep him there as he pulls back to breathe. They stand there, forehead to forehead, as picture after flashing picture is taken.
And after, the internet is shaking with the news. There are even more posts of quotes, of "this is how I knew" and "this is what tipped me off" and "here's where it first shows." Jared and Jensen laugh to themselves and tangle their fingers together, knowing that all is right with the world: the fangirls are still wrong about something.
"Ohmygod, yes. You got more toffee turtles!"
Jensen grit his teeth. He carefully finished writing 1.50 next to gummi bears on the whiteboard, though with the voice behind him those wouldn't last long. He replaced the cap on the marker and set it down, pasting a smile across his face before turning to face the looming giant on the other side of the counter. "Jared."
The giant looked up and grinned at him, and then Jensen's smile became just the slightest bit real, because he always forgot how adorable Jared was. He reminded Jensen of the kids that used to come to his store, when it was just a corner shop. The kids he opened the store for, really, before his candy got famous and all his customers turned into stuffy men in suits looking for things that their sophisticated girlfriends would coo and kiss them over. All his customers except Jared.
Jared leaned over almost in half and pressed his nose to the glass of the case, and Jensen's smile faded, because he was going to leave smudges and maybe he didn't miss those kids so much. "So you'll be taking some of those, right? The turtles?"
Jared nodded enthusiastically, then stopped, lowering his eyes. "Wait, no. Sandy won't...last time she got mad at me because they hurt her teeth. She likes chocolates, though. Do you have anything with peanut butter?"
Jensen showed him the peanut butter cups and the peanut swirls and the peanut crisps and the peanut butter eggs, and went and helped another customer while he stared wide-eyed. When he got back Jared was tapping his long, graceful fingers against the glass and bouncing with excitement.
He ordered a huge pack of peanut butter cups and three large eggs. Jensen rang him up, and then paused before handing him the bag. "You're sure about the turtles?"
Jared bit his lip, and Jensen found his gaze caught there. Jared stood up to his full height, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and rolled his shoulders back. Only the mischievous glint in his eyes remained of the child he'd been. "No." He said softly. "Sandy doesn't have to know, after all."
Jensen looked up at him through his eyelashes, smoothing his hands on his apron, suddenly feeling as if everything was important, heavy. "No, she doesn't." He slid a pack of toffee turtles into the bag, and pushed it across the counter to him. Jared reached for his wallet, but Jensen shook his head. "For you. Just make sure you come back."
Jared took the bag, pulling it to his chest as if it was something precious and his. "I will."
*
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, can't sleep without you
Chris punched his pillow, missed it, and hit his headboard. This was fucking ridiculous. He massaged his knuckles and threw himself back down on his back. This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. He was exhausted. The day's shooting had been intense, a lot of physical stuff from Eliot, and it was so goddamn cold here. He hated shooting on-location. At least, he did when "location" happened to be halfway up a snow-covered mountain in the middle of nowhere.
He screwed his eyes shut, hoping that maybe if he stared hard enough at the backs of them, that would count as sleeping.
His phone rang. He picked it up without looking at it. "It's four in the morning." He growled. "The hell do you want?"
"Oh the lists I could make." Steve's voice slid across the line, flirty and smooth and just the tiniest bit anxious.
Chris relaxed, and almost fell asleep right there with relief. He let himself grin, and ignored how soppy it was. "Steve. Hey."
"Man, you're a grumpy fucker when I ain't there to check you."
Chris's smile lessened. "Sorry. I just...Having trouble sleeping, lately. Almost since I fuckin' left, it's ridiculous."
Steve gave a long sigh. "Yeah. Me too."
Chris blinked. "Really?"
"Yes, Chris." He could hear Steve's grin. "What, I'm not allowed to miss you?"
"No." Chris said, and then scrubbed his face with his hand. "I mean, yes, of course you are, I just...I didn't expect..."
"Chris." Steve's voice was arch, as if he had explained this a thousand times. "I love you. I love you so much that I can't sleep without you. I miss you. You asked me what I wanted, well, I want you just to be here, so I can wrap my arms around you, pull you close. Thread my hands in your hair and just feel the beat of your heart against mine. That's what I want."
Chris rolled over on his side, closing his eyes, and tried to feel the warmth of him. It only made his heart ache more. "God." He muttered. "Steve, we are such fuckin' girls." But he kept his eyes closed, and he kept himself relaxed and he just reached - as if if he just had long enough arms, he could brush Steve's face, his hair, the curve of his shoulder.
"Was that an "I love you too"?" Steve asked, tone playful, and Chris snorted. "Obviously."
They were silent for a moment. Then Chris smiled, and Steve somehow heard it because he asked, "Chris? What is it?" and then Chris was singing.
I can hear your heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time you smile
And when I come to you that's where I belong
I'm running to you but the road's too long
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You've got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to you when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief..
The words came easily as his brain drifted and he could hear Steve's breath slowing in his ear. He smiled at the backs of his eyelids, and finished, softly,
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love...
And with the deep, even breathing of his lover in his ear, Christian Kane slept.
*
RPS, Jared/Jensen, talking without words
The fans always quote them on things they've said, little slips and hints and winks at their true relationship. There are posts all over the internet with "proof quotes", with little sound-bytes and giant sparkling fonts and thousands of exclamation points.But those who know them know that the proof isn't in their words, but in what they saw between them, what they say with hands and smiles and looks.
They know it, too. They use it, at conventions, on set, have whole conversations without saying a word. There'll be times when, at one end of the set, Jared busts up laughing for no reason, and at the other, Jensen's done the same, at the same time. The director just shakes his head, the costars smile fondly and wait for them to gather themselves back up and settle down so they can roll again.
And so, when they finally decide to come out, they don't do it with words. They have no prepared speeches, no lengthy explanations. Just Jared and Jensen on a stage in front of thousands of fangirls. And Jensen looks at Jared and Jared looks at Jensen, and then they're kissing, long and deep. The screams of the fangirls shake the rafters, but they don't separate. There's no sense of urgency to it, no "this was a dare", no feeling of a publicity stunt. Jared cups Jensen's face, his thumb sliding across his cheekbone, caressing, and Jensen hooks his hands behind Jared's head to keep him there as he pulls back to breathe. They stand there, forehead to forehead, as picture after flashing picture is taken.
And after, the internet is shaking with the news. There are even more posts of quotes, of "this is how I knew" and "this is what tipped me off" and "here's where it first shows." Jared and Jensen laugh to themselves and tangle their fingers together, knowing that all is right with the world: the fangirls are still wrong about something.