RPS Fic: Gay for J
Title: Gay for J
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word count: 721
Summary: "You would go gay for Jimmy?"
Disclaimer: I profess that this is all in my imagination. And that Jared, Jensen and Jimmy own themselves. And i have no idea of they are all gay, but it bears thought, doesn't it?
A/N: How do I say this without sounding like a total perv? I saw the Jimmy Kimmel interview on Youtube and when the last question came up I was laughing my head off, and then I was thinking, what if Jared is seeing Jensen, and then he sees this, and what will his reaction be? I know, I know, a perv.
This is also my first RPS fic, so please be gentle. That said, enjoy (hopefully).
Gay for J
Jensen’s handphone vibrated in his pocket as soon as he left the stage. He answered the phone and was assaulted by a low growl before he could even say a word.
“You would go gay for Jimmy?”
He smiled his thanks at his PA who handed him a bottle of water. “Why not?”
“Seriously, Jen….” Jared’s voice held barely-suppressed disbelief, and there was another emotion in his voice that Jensen couldn’t identify.
Jensen sipped his water slowly as he tried to figure out Jared’s mood. Was Jared upset?
“Are you upset?”
“What?” Jared’s voice sputtered. “No! Why would I be upset?”
“Okay, then. What’s the problem?” Jensen questioned as he placed the bottled water onto a nearby table. Sometimes, Jared was an enigma that even Jensen couldn’t figure out.
“It’s just…….” Jared’s voice faded at the end. There was a moment’s silence, and Jensen waited him out. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t take long before he cracked.
Jared mumbled something, too fast and low for Jensen to catch. “What did you say, Jay?” Jensen pushed his phone closer to his ear. His surroundings were getting quieter, a sign that the next guest had already gone off onstage.
Sounds of a throat clearing, then a voice. “I was jealous.”
Jensen was incredulous. “Jealous of who?”
There was hush on the other hand. Then he got it.
“Jay, seriously, Jimmy Kimmel? I was just playing to the audience, you know that right?” Jensen tried to pacify his co-star. Cum best friend. Cum lover. No pun intended.
“I know.” Jared’s voice was subdued. “I’m just telling you how I feel. I know it’s irrational, but…”
“Oh, Jay.” Jensen softened his voice. Despite his happy-go-lucky attitude, Jared can be as much of a girl as Sam Winchester is.
“You know it’s nothing, Jay,” Jensen continued in the same tone of voice. “I was just kidding around.”
A sigh. “I know. I just thought that you would at least….”
“You thought I would at least mention your name?” Jensen guessed the direction of the conversation.
“Yeah.” For such a giant, Jared could positively squeak like a mouse if he chose to.
Jensen rubbed a finger on his brow. He couldn’t believe that he was having this conversation. While he was still trying to search for words to pacify Jared, the other person on the other end of the line mistakenly took his silence for annoyance.
“Jen…..”
“I’m not mad, Jay. Really. Just trying to get my head around the fact that you are jealous of Jimmy Kimmel.”
“Hey, he was practically undressing you with his eyes in front of the audience!” Jared protested. “I have the right to be jealous and possessive and wanting to punch the guy for even looking at you that way.”
“Okay, caveman. I got it. I’m yours. Sheesh.” Jensen laughed.
There was a burst of laughter on Jared’s end. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Anyway,” Jensen continued, after he got back his breath, “you know how the fangirls in the audience will react if I did say your name. They will hoot and holler and maybe break out in that Avenue Q song. If you were gay, that'd be okay. I mean 'cause, hey, I'd like you anyway.” Jensen tried to belt out the song in falsetto.
He got another genuine laugh out of Jared. “Either that, or they’ll start a mass mourning.”
Jensen cackled out loud, then looked up at the sound of a discreet cough. His PA, Angie, was hovering around him, uncertain. He realized that the noise around him had picked up, and outside, the audience was doing that end-of-the-show applause that they usually do at the end of a live show. Jensen nodded to Angie and held out a palm: 5 more minutes.
“I gotta go, Jay. Have two more interviews waiting. Catch up with you when I get back to my apartment?”
“As long as you promise to have phone sex with me later,” the voice at the opposite end of the call was sensual velvet, sending a tingle down Jensen’s spine. He lowered his voice, trying to match Jared’s.
“As long as you promise to make it a video call.”
Jared’s voice hitched, and he answered in a breathless tone. “It’s a deal.”
Jensen smiled and ended the call. He couldn’t wait for tonight.