If It's a Day, a Month, A Year: (6/7)
He had in fact taken her out that Friday night. Steak and wine at a tiny Italian restaurant hidden in the far end of the neighborhood by her hotel. In the spirit of discreetness, they both went terribly dressed down - her in long, worn jeans, layered tees, and flip flops, and him in basically the same but adding in the requisite hat. It carried on like that for the final weeks of shooting. They kept their touching to a minimum when they weren’t tucked into the back corner of the dark restaurant, or in a hotel room, where she ravaged him and did her best to prove that he would in fact love her blow jobs, working her mouth and hands together just the right way, every time. And always making him come, always swallowing him down. Which made her realize how little he actually swore in real life, but during and just after sex he couldn’t seem to help it. “I fucking love that mouth,” he declared quite lazily one time. And she had smiled so widely before kissing him hard and dishing out her own vulgarities in return.
They did their best to not be obvious on set, but it took almost more effort than them just being themselves and not feeling awkward in front of every single person. They simply kept up what they had done before, laughing and mocking each other, Jared randomly touching her back, shoulder, swiping across the back of her head. But the difference few people noted was her smiling. Like a lot. A lot, a lot. And with his comments, when her replies were normally deadpanned and without any look in his direction whatsoever, she now laughed and smiled in return. And once in a while she grazed her fingers or palm against his back, his shoulders, his head. But they kept everything else to their trailers or to afterhours places.
In the mornings, she almost always woke up away from him, after his rolling around and her odd habit of always facing away from the bedroom door. But once he was awake, he’d curl up behind her, an arm around her, his mouth finding her bare shoulder and the kiss there making her smile. On the days he wasn’t cuddling behind her, she’d flip over, curling one arm under his mammoth torso and the other slipping beneath his top arm, doing her best to spoon him. In just those days, his affection and touchiness absolutely rubbed off on her and whenever they were alone, even when ripping into the other, she was constantly fighting herself to not hug on him, caress him, or cuddle. She did do all those things, but maybe only half as many times as she thought to, which seemed to be enough for them both.
Early the next week, they filmed the very last of the kissing scenes, which again took place in bed, and through the whole thing, she kept close to him, feeling all too comfortable and not feeling the need to constantly move away between shots, as she had when they filmed 312. They still joked and picked on each other, something she wouldn’t ever let go of, adding her own shots, naturally. But it was entirely too easy to stay in his space and not think twice about it.
At lunch, Susan sat next to Cameron before anyone else could, and eyed Jared with a smile as he passed by and offered the ladies a smile. She looked to Cameron immediately and saw the soft smile playing on her lips even while she eyed her plate and stabbed mixed greens with her fork.
“So, how’s things?” she asked curiously. “Shit, we haven’t talked in forever.”
“Yeah,” Cameron sounded as she took a bite of salad and munched. “I can’t believe we’re almost done. Damnit, I have to pack for Chicago.”
“You still going?” she asked a little harsh.
She stabbed more greens with pieces of cheese and turkey. “Yeah, of course.”
“Hmm,” Susan chuckled lightly as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Thought you’d stick around here.”
A few more stabs, getting a little rougher than before. “I have more work to do, remember? That is my life.”
“Yeah, but there’s always more work here, you know that.”
After some chewing, Cameron rested her elbow on the table and watched her friend. “And like 99% of our fights are over my not wanting to live here. How is this new?”
“We could do some really good work if you stay. Instead of all this damn running back home.”
More stabbing of salad, enough so that she was nearly breaking through the Styrofoam plate. “I could do some really good work that I want to do if I go.”
“I’m surprised you don’t want to stick around. The movie’s almost over.”
She stabbed a few pieces of egg with the cheese and lettuce. And again. “Yeah, and I have a new one to make.”
Susan took a healthy swig of water from her bottle then asked with a fake curiosity. “I wonder what Jared’s doing next.”
Cameron tossed her fork onto her plate, bringing her hands out in front of her. “Alright, I knew that’s what you were doing.”
“What?” she asked with fake innocence.
“Nothing is going on.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck off. Nothing’s happening.”
“You are so fucking lost, you honestly thought I wanted you to stay here.”
She then deadpanned. “Please, you’d have no friends if you didn’t work with me.”
“Well, none that I can pick on so easily.” Then Susan leaned closer, covering her mouth with her water bottle. “So, what is going on there?”
As Cameron took her fork back and began to stab - more carefully - at her salad, her eyes caught Jared smiling and talking with a few of the actors playing her in-laws. She fought the smile on her own lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not staying here?”
“No.”
“Is he going to Chicago?”
“How would I know?”
“Well, what’re you guys going to do?”
“We haven’t talked about it.”
“Ha!”
Then she cursed and turned quickly. “You have to swear on your father’s life that you tell no one.”
“You guys are seriously screwing? Oh, I love it. Jonas has to be orgasming every thirty minutes.”
Cameron sighed roughly. “He doesn’t know either. Otherwise, I’m sure the paps would be at my hotel every day, capturing our every fucking move.”
“If anyone knows here, they’re not really talking.” Cameron shot her a surprised look. “What? I was just wondering who you were screwing because you’ve been way too happy today. But you’re also not ever not looking at that kid.”
*
“Susan knows.” Cameron sighed, dropping into the director’s chair next to him and handing over one of two water bottles in her hand.
Jared eyed her and finally broke a little quickly, “Jensen knows, too.”
“What?” she looked at him, crinkled eyes and confusion.
“I told him.”
“Yeah, okay. But why is that a big deal?”
“You told her. I could finally tell you that I told him.”
She crossed her legs and tried to be nonchalant. She didn’t need anyone else reading body language and wondering what they were talking about. “No, I didn’t tell her. She figured it out.” Then she tacked on, “You could finally tell me you told him?”
“Yeah?”
“When did you tell him?”
He shrugged and played with his water bottle, trying to open it and focus on something else. “I dunno, a few days after we went out.”
“I didn’t know you talked to him that much.”
“Of course, it’s Jensen. Why?”
She shrugged then shook her bottle with a bit of nerves, wondering why the conversation felt so weird. “Nothing. You just don’t talk about him a lot.”
“Are you bothered that I still talk to him?”
“No, why would I be?”
“Because he’s really hot?”
She tipped her head to the side and quickly licked her lips. “Yeah, but I do that thing you like.”
He shrugged. “He lets me do him in the butt.”
“You said head for steak. There is no equivalent for ass sex.”
Jared went on without regard for her comment. “Do you want to talk about Jensen? ‘Cause we totally can. Next time you’re going down on me, I can tell you how we talked about grabbing dinner next Tuesday.”
His tone was somewhat serious, but she read his light eyes, playing off her smile. “Shut the hell up.”
With a mockingly innocent glance, “Oh, so you don’t want to talk about him?”
She punched at his arm. “Tuesday is the wrap party.”
“Yeah, I told him that. He’s been crying since I told him on Sunday. He kind of hates you for stealing me away from him.”
Cameron went back to watching everyone around them, waiting for the film to be set so they could continue. “Well, I hate him because you can’t seem to get over him.”
“It’s not his fault. He has really pouty lips that take everything they’re given. And like the most perfect dick.”
A stagehand nearby looked at them and she fought to keep her laugh inside. “You think that worked?”
Jared glared. “They’re going to think I’m gay. Again.”
She finally laughed. “When we’re done here, you can do totally straight things to me. And maybe if you’re good at it, I’ll let you bring Jensen to the party, because I know that’s what you want,” she added, already catching on to what he was working up to.
His eyes went hazy and his lips curled perfectly, as if her statements had really turned him on. “I love it when you let me do straight things.”
Cameron stood up just before him, a bit closer than normal, but not so much as to raise an eyebrow. “I don’t want steak,” she said quickly, playing on their initial promise for a blow job. Her free hand planted at her hip and the other dangled the water bottle. “I think I want lasagna. What’s that worth to you?”
Jared reached for the hand at her hip and held the fingers lightly. “I think you’d like him.”
Her thumb and index finger squeezed back on his hand. “Yeah?”
“Well, I hope so.”
“It would kind of suck if I didn’t, huh?”
“Understatement of the year.”
Cameron spoke softly in trying to convince him she really meant it. Because she did. “I want to meet him.”
“Yeah?”
She smiled lightly and rubbed her thumb at the palm of his hand. “Yeah. While I’m gone you’re going to be spending all your time with him. I have to scope out the competition.”
“I can really bring him to the party?”
“Yes, you can bring your boyfriend."
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They did their best to not be obvious on set, but it took almost more effort than them just being themselves and not feeling awkward in front of every single person. They simply kept up what they had done before, laughing and mocking each other, Jared randomly touching her back, shoulder, swiping across the back of her head. But the difference few people noted was her smiling. Like a lot. A lot, a lot. And with his comments, when her replies were normally deadpanned and without any look in his direction whatsoever, she now laughed and smiled in return. And once in a while she grazed her fingers or palm against his back, his shoulders, his head. But they kept everything else to their trailers or to afterhours places.
In the mornings, she almost always woke up away from him, after his rolling around and her odd habit of always facing away from the bedroom door. But once he was awake, he’d curl up behind her, an arm around her, his mouth finding her bare shoulder and the kiss there making her smile. On the days he wasn’t cuddling behind her, she’d flip over, curling one arm under his mammoth torso and the other slipping beneath his top arm, doing her best to spoon him. In just those days, his affection and touchiness absolutely rubbed off on her and whenever they were alone, even when ripping into the other, she was constantly fighting herself to not hug on him, caress him, or cuddle. She did do all those things, but maybe only half as many times as she thought to, which seemed to be enough for them both.
Early the next week, they filmed the very last of the kissing scenes, which again took place in bed, and through the whole thing, she kept close to him, feeling all too comfortable and not feeling the need to constantly move away between shots, as she had when they filmed 312. They still joked and picked on each other, something she wouldn’t ever let go of, adding her own shots, naturally. But it was entirely too easy to stay in his space and not think twice about it.
At lunch, Susan sat next to Cameron before anyone else could, and eyed Jared with a smile as he passed by and offered the ladies a smile. She looked to Cameron immediately and saw the soft smile playing on her lips even while she eyed her plate and stabbed mixed greens with her fork.
“So, how’s things?” she asked curiously. “Shit, we haven’t talked in forever.”
“Yeah,” Cameron sounded as she took a bite of salad and munched. “I can’t believe we’re almost done. Damnit, I have to pack for Chicago.”
“You still going?” she asked a little harsh.
She stabbed more greens with pieces of cheese and turkey. “Yeah, of course.”
“Hmm,” Susan chuckled lightly as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Thought you’d stick around here.”
A few more stabs, getting a little rougher than before. “I have more work to do, remember? That is my life.”
“Yeah, but there’s always more work here, you know that.”
After some chewing, Cameron rested her elbow on the table and watched her friend. “And like 99% of our fights are over my not wanting to live here. How is this new?”
“We could do some really good work if you stay. Instead of all this damn running back home.”
More stabbing of salad, enough so that she was nearly breaking through the Styrofoam plate. “I could do some really good work that I want to do if I go.”
“I’m surprised you don’t want to stick around. The movie’s almost over.”
She stabbed a few pieces of egg with the cheese and lettuce. And again. “Yeah, and I have a new one to make.”
Susan took a healthy swig of water from her bottle then asked with a fake curiosity. “I wonder what Jared’s doing next.”
Cameron tossed her fork onto her plate, bringing her hands out in front of her. “Alright, I knew that’s what you were doing.”
“What?” she asked with fake innocence.
“Nothing is going on.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck off. Nothing’s happening.”
“You are so fucking lost, you honestly thought I wanted you to stay here.”
She then deadpanned. “Please, you’d have no friends if you didn’t work with me.”
“Well, none that I can pick on so easily.” Then Susan leaned closer, covering her mouth with her water bottle. “So, what is going on there?”
As Cameron took her fork back and began to stab - more carefully - at her salad, her eyes caught Jared smiling and talking with a few of the actors playing her in-laws. She fought the smile on her own lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not staying here?”
“No.”
“Is he going to Chicago?”
“How would I know?”
“Well, what’re you guys going to do?”
“We haven’t talked about it.”
“Ha!”
Then she cursed and turned quickly. “You have to swear on your father’s life that you tell no one.”
“You guys are seriously screwing? Oh, I love it. Jonas has to be orgasming every thirty minutes.”
Cameron sighed roughly. “He doesn’t know either. Otherwise, I’m sure the paps would be at my hotel every day, capturing our every fucking move.”
“If anyone knows here, they’re not really talking.” Cameron shot her a surprised look. “What? I was just wondering who you were screwing because you’ve been way too happy today. But you’re also not ever not looking at that kid.”
*
“Susan knows.” Cameron sighed, dropping into the director’s chair next to him and handing over one of two water bottles in her hand.
Jared eyed her and finally broke a little quickly, “Jensen knows, too.”
“What?” she looked at him, crinkled eyes and confusion.
“I told him.”
“Yeah, okay. But why is that a big deal?”
“You told her. I could finally tell you that I told him.”
She crossed her legs and tried to be nonchalant. She didn’t need anyone else reading body language and wondering what they were talking about. “No, I didn’t tell her. She figured it out.” Then she tacked on, “You could finally tell me you told him?”
“Yeah?”
“When did you tell him?”
He shrugged and played with his water bottle, trying to open it and focus on something else. “I dunno, a few days after we went out.”
“I didn’t know you talked to him that much.”
“Of course, it’s Jensen. Why?”
She shrugged then shook her bottle with a bit of nerves, wondering why the conversation felt so weird. “Nothing. You just don’t talk about him a lot.”
“Are you bothered that I still talk to him?”
“No, why would I be?”
“Because he’s really hot?”
She tipped her head to the side and quickly licked her lips. “Yeah, but I do that thing you like.”
He shrugged. “He lets me do him in the butt.”
“You said head for steak. There is no equivalent for ass sex.”
Jared went on without regard for her comment. “Do you want to talk about Jensen? ‘Cause we totally can. Next time you’re going down on me, I can tell you how we talked about grabbing dinner next Tuesday.”
His tone was somewhat serious, but she read his light eyes, playing off her smile. “Shut the hell up.”
With a mockingly innocent glance, “Oh, so you don’t want to talk about him?”
She punched at his arm. “Tuesday is the wrap party.”
“Yeah, I told him that. He’s been crying since I told him on Sunday. He kind of hates you for stealing me away from him.”
Cameron went back to watching everyone around them, waiting for the film to be set so they could continue. “Well, I hate him because you can’t seem to get over him.”
“It’s not his fault. He has really pouty lips that take everything they’re given. And like the most perfect dick.”
A stagehand nearby looked at them and she fought to keep her laugh inside. “You think that worked?”
Jared glared. “They’re going to think I’m gay. Again.”
She finally laughed. “When we’re done here, you can do totally straight things to me. And maybe if you’re good at it, I’ll let you bring Jensen to the party, because I know that’s what you want,” she added, already catching on to what he was working up to.
His eyes went hazy and his lips curled perfectly, as if her statements had really turned him on. “I love it when you let me do straight things.”
Cameron stood up just before him, a bit closer than normal, but not so much as to raise an eyebrow. “I don’t want steak,” she said quickly, playing on their initial promise for a blow job. Her free hand planted at her hip and the other dangled the water bottle. “I think I want lasagna. What’s that worth to you?”
Jared reached for the hand at her hip and held the fingers lightly. “I think you’d like him.”
Her thumb and index finger squeezed back on his hand. “Yeah?”
“Well, I hope so.”
“It would kind of suck if I didn’t, huh?”
“Understatement of the year.”
Cameron spoke softly in trying to convince him she really meant it. Because she did. “I want to meet him.”
“Yeah?”
She smiled lightly and rubbed her thumb at the palm of his hand. “Yeah. While I’m gone you’re going to be spending all your time with him. I have to scope out the competition.”
“I can really bring him to the party?”
“Yes, you can bring your boyfriend."
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