Fic: ANTMM - Top 8
Title: ANTMM - Top 8
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The sweetest boy on Valentine’s Day.
AN: Written in ANTMM ‘verse.
They are gathering at the sitting room after dinner when Marcus’ email comes through.
“Marcus’ mail!” Elijah shrieks.
Jensen giggles. Although only half a year older, Jensen always thinks of Elijah as a baby brother. With long lashes fluttering over his big blue eyes, Elijah looks like a doll, totally adorable.
“Tomorrow you’re all going to get sticky. You’ll compete to be the sweetest boy on the Valentine’s Day,” reads Brent aloud.
The rest of them exchange glances. What’s that supposed to mean?
“Are we supposed to be the glue on Valentine’s greetings cards?” Andrew, a British boy who’d rather join America’s Next Top Male Model than go to college, asks in his sexy accent. They all laugh.
“Ew.” Henry, once posing for an underwear ad, shudders after the laughter subsides. “I can’t imagine the smell. No, I don’t think it’s glue.”
“Sticky, huh. You stick your tongue into someone’s mouth?” Mike suggests. They all groan. For some people, being paid to kiss might sound perfect but there’s nothing worse than having to do that with a stranger in front of a camera.
Especially when it’s a girl he has to kiss, Jensen mutters under his breath.
But somehow it makes him think of Jared. He glimpses at the clock on the wall. It’s almost nine. Has Jared got home? Jensen gets up, leaving his friends who are still busy throwing out ideas to each other. He’s glad no one thinks of hogging the telephone tonight. He can call Jared now. He’s missed talking to him although his boyfriend just left a couple of days ago.
“Hey, baby.”
Jensen grins. Their landline doesn’t have a caller ID yet Jared knows immediately it’s him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jensen says. He can hear Jared’s smile.
“You little sap. So, what’s for the Valentine’s edition?”
“I have no idea. None of us can guess. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” There’s no reply. “Jay?” Jensen can only hear Jared breathing slowly. “Are you sleeping on me or-”
“What are you wearing tonight?”
The opening to a phone sex makes Jensen burst into laugh. That is so impossible to do it here where all telephone conversations are recorded by a camera hung right above Jensen’s face. Jared knows that too, and that makes his fake hurtful whine elicit more giggles from Jensen.
“You shouldn’t laugh at another man’s pain, Jensen.”
“The only pain you’re suffering from now is the rock hard in your…” Nuh-uh. Jensen contains himself. It’s turning into a NC-17 conversation and Jensen must stop it if he doesn’t want to get eliminated.
“You bet it is,” Jared growls. But the next words are spoken so gently Jensen feels like crying. “I miss you, Jen.”
Jensen lifts both legs and curls up on the plush armchair, hugging the headset. He can’t say a word for some time, overwhelmed by his own feelings. Last year Jared took him to a restaurant by the lake. This year he has to spend the day alone.
~~~
The following day the contestants are instructed to take off their shirts and shoes, leaving only the jeans and the belts. Jensen lifts an eyebrow. Okay. Naked again. What’s next?
What’s next is, instead of being taken to the make-up tent, they are to go directly to the shooting set where there is a large tub in the middle of it. Another brow rises. What the fuck? Jensen and the others run to the tub and they all crack up looking what’s inside.
Chocolate. A full tub of melted chocolate.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mike bellows. “Chocolate wrestling, huh?”
“Damn,” Jensen swears. What a twisted interpretation of giving chocolate gifts on Valentine’s Day.
“You go in pairs,” the choreographer says. “You don’t have to wrestle, though. Just cover each other’s body with chocolate. The most important thing is your faces. We want to focus on the contrast between your chocolate-covered face and your eyes. You’ve all got such pretty, colorful eyes. The contrast will be startling.”
Jensen flicks his eyes toward the man. This will look undeniably homoerotic. For the first time after a series of photo shoots, Jensen begins to worry.
“Jensen, Brent, why don’t we start with you two?”
~~~
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The sweetest boy on Valentine’s Day.
AN: Written in ANTMM ‘verse.
They are gathering at the sitting room after dinner when Marcus’ email comes through.
“Marcus’ mail!” Elijah shrieks.
Jensen giggles. Although only half a year older, Jensen always thinks of Elijah as a baby brother. With long lashes fluttering over his big blue eyes, Elijah looks like a doll, totally adorable.
“Tomorrow you’re all going to get sticky. You’ll compete to be the sweetest boy on the Valentine’s Day,” reads Brent aloud.
The rest of them exchange glances. What’s that supposed to mean?
“Are we supposed to be the glue on Valentine’s greetings cards?” Andrew, a British boy who’d rather join America’s Next Top Male Model than go to college, asks in his sexy accent. They all laugh.
“Ew.” Henry, once posing for an underwear ad, shudders after the laughter subsides. “I can’t imagine the smell. No, I don’t think it’s glue.”
“Sticky, huh. You stick your tongue into someone’s mouth?” Mike suggests. They all groan. For some people, being paid to kiss might sound perfect but there’s nothing worse than having to do that with a stranger in front of a camera.
Especially when it’s a girl he has to kiss, Jensen mutters under his breath.
But somehow it makes him think of Jared. He glimpses at the clock on the wall. It’s almost nine. Has Jared got home? Jensen gets up, leaving his friends who are still busy throwing out ideas to each other. He’s glad no one thinks of hogging the telephone tonight. He can call Jared now. He’s missed talking to him although his boyfriend just left a couple of days ago.
“Hey, baby.”
Jensen grins. Their landline doesn’t have a caller ID yet Jared knows immediately it’s him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jensen says. He can hear Jared’s smile.
“You little sap. So, what’s for the Valentine’s edition?”
“I have no idea. None of us can guess. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” There’s no reply. “Jay?” Jensen can only hear Jared breathing slowly. “Are you sleeping on me or-”
“What are you wearing tonight?”
The opening to a phone sex makes Jensen burst into laugh. That is so impossible to do it here where all telephone conversations are recorded by a camera hung right above Jensen’s face. Jared knows that too, and that makes his fake hurtful whine elicit more giggles from Jensen.
“You shouldn’t laugh at another man’s pain, Jensen.”
“The only pain you’re suffering from now is the rock hard in your…” Nuh-uh. Jensen contains himself. It’s turning into a NC-17 conversation and Jensen must stop it if he doesn’t want to get eliminated.
“You bet it is,” Jared growls. But the next words are spoken so gently Jensen feels like crying. “I miss you, Jen.”
Jensen lifts both legs and curls up on the plush armchair, hugging the headset. He can’t say a word for some time, overwhelmed by his own feelings. Last year Jared took him to a restaurant by the lake. This year he has to spend the day alone.
~~~
The following day the contestants are instructed to take off their shirts and shoes, leaving only the jeans and the belts. Jensen lifts an eyebrow. Okay. Naked again. What’s next?
What’s next is, instead of being taken to the make-up tent, they are to go directly to the shooting set where there is a large tub in the middle of it. Another brow rises. What the fuck? Jensen and the others run to the tub and they all crack up looking what’s inside.
Chocolate. A full tub of melted chocolate.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mike bellows. “Chocolate wrestling, huh?”
“Damn,” Jensen swears. What a twisted interpretation of giving chocolate gifts on Valentine’s Day.
“You go in pairs,” the choreographer says. “You don’t have to wrestle, though. Just cover each other’s body with chocolate. The most important thing is your faces. We want to focus on the contrast between your chocolate-covered face and your eyes. You’ve all got such pretty, colorful eyes. The contrast will be startling.”
Jensen flicks his eyes toward the man. This will look undeniably homoerotic. For the first time after a series of photo shoots, Jensen begins to worry.
“Jensen, Brent, why don’t we start with you two?”
~~~