True Romance... on the side - chapter 6
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"I don't understand this relationship of yours," Mike complained as he strained to bench another 25 pounds.
Since he’d started working together on “I.C.U.”, Jensen had decided to start working out more; Mostly because he didn't like being so minuscule compared to Jared. There was nothing he could do about his co-stars’ height. But he could at least get a little more buff, to stand out less from Jared's men --and women- swooning abs.
"What do you mean?" Jensen groaned through his teeth, doing some more pushups.
"I mean, I would've thought one semi-gay friend is enough for you," Mike breathed heavily, the offended tone of his voice muffled by the weight on his chest. "If I didn't know any better... God, I need a break... I'd say you were attracted to him," he teased, sitting up on the bench and glancing down at Jensen.
"I'm not attracted to him!," Jensen lied, thankful that Michael couldn't see the stupid grin plastered to his face. Okay, so maybe he liked spending time with Jared a little too much. But he couldn't help liking the guy. The man was a walking-talking Labrador on crack. If he wasn't so genuinely nice and positively likeable, he'd be really easy to hate, with that wide smile eternally carved into his face. However, as Jensen thought about it, he could honestly say he'd never be able to hate Jared. Not after getting to know him like he did, working with him day in and day out, hanging out together, bitching and bantering like only best friends could... So, okay - Jared was gay. But that didn't bother Jensen. After all, Mike was bi and Jensen never had a problem with that either... Still, it was different.
"Why can't you support me in this, Mikey? It's a really big thing for me. I think I might be growing," Jensen tried to explain, finishing his workout and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Pass me the towel, will you?"
Mike reached for Jensen's towel and smirked as he saw a giant picture of Spiderman emblazoned on it. He threw it at Jensen and watched as his friend dried himself off.
"So... where was I?" Jensen asked, as he stood up heading towards the locker room.
"You're growing," Mike hinted sarcastically, still grinning about his friend's towel.
"Right. Anyway, Jared's my friend and I wish you'd be more supportive.” His green eyes flickered with disappointment.
Mike faked a sad-puppy face. "I thought I was your friend," he muttered, immediately dropping the girly act as Jensen shot him a 'dude, seriously,' glance.
"You're a jackass, that's what you are. And that's my point: I can tell Jared things I could never tell you, cause you're too much of an asshole," Jensen stated as they hit the showers.
They walked half-blinded through the hot steam.
Michael barely found his way to Jensen, who hurried before him. "When have I ever judged you?" he asked, as if the very idea was offensive to him. He didn't have to look closely to know that Jensen was flipping him off. "Okay, okay... so I do get a little judgmental at times. But that doesn't make me a lesser friend than that puppy dog of yours," he pointed out. Jensen had to give him credit - in the past Michael had gotten him out of some rough spots. And even though they hadn't seen each other for over a year, as soon as Mike moved to Vancouver, they hit it off again like they'd never parted. Jensen even got Mike an audition with the C.W. people, which in turn, lead to a steady job on the show “L.A.X” and an even steadier source of income. And casual sex with countless, random extras.
Besides, nothing could beat going out with Mike to a pub and seeing how quickly all the girls surrounded him. They literally splayed themselves over his arms and legs, while Mike calmly accepted their advances, secretly enjoying them. At the same time, he’d be scavenging the perimeter, looking for a piece of strictly-male ass he could score. Mike was bi, but for some reason, he preferred guys more than girls. Jensen still couldn’t figure out why.
"I know, Mikey," Jensen apologized. "With Jared it's just... I dunno... different," he added when they came out to change into dry clothes.
"What do you mean?"
"I just... I can tell him things," Jensen muttered lamely, opening his locker and quickly changing into a pair of jeans and black button-down shirt, sitting down to tie his shoes. He waited for Michael to finish dressing.
Mike looked down at him. "For example?"
"Well... for example this girl I was with last night. I took her to a place that wasn't human. She actually barked," Jensen grinned, watching as Mike dropped the sock he was about to put on.
"You made a woman bark?" his friend's voice rang with disbelief.
"You see? And I can tell Jared stuff like that, without worrying what he'll think of me. He's tolerant like that. That's why I like spending time with him," Jensen insisted, mostly trying to convinced himself, rather than Mike.
"... you made a woman bark?!"
Jensen laughed at the shock painted on Michael's face. What could he say? He was special like that...
Jensen and Jared were sitting in a cafe, enjoying their day off from work, finally stuffing their faces with something else than catering food. Not that they had anything against it.
However, it was nice to sit down and eat in peace, instead of being forced to 'hurry up', because they had to shoot the next scene to make the dailies.
As usual, they were discussing sex.
"So what do you say to these women?" Jared asked curiously. "You just get up and leave?"
"Of course not! I'm not that insensitive," Jensen was slightly discouraged at the insinuation. "I make something up: early call-back, early hairdresser appointment, early golf game..."
"But you don't play golf," his friend noticed, dabbing with his fork at the Greek salad they ordered to split, with ranch dressing on the side.
Jensen smiled significantly. "Yeah, but they don't know that. They just met me."
"You're disgusting."
"I know. I feel terrible," Jensen shrugged, making a mental note to sound more convincing next time.
"No you don't!" Jared scoffed, leaving the salad alone, switching to eating his grilled cheese. "I'm glad I never got involved with you," he muttered, the fact that Jensen choked on his coffee skipping his attention. "I would hate to be one of those women you leave at four in the morning to, I dunno, feed your cat... And you don't even have a cat. Not that I would know this," he added.
"Why are you taking this so personally, Jare?" Jensen asked defensively around his chicken sandwich. "This isn't about you!"
"Yes it is!" Jared quickly covered his mouth to prevent spitting on the table. "You are an affront to all humans, women and men alike, gay or straight, be that as it may," he argued passionately.
"Hey! I'm not proud about this, but I don't hear any of my past girlfriends complaining!"
Jared treated him with an impatient stare. "Of course not! You're out the door too fast.”
Jensen answered with a patronizing smile. "I think they had an okay time."
"Why? Because they..." Jared made a vague hand movement.
"Yes, because they..." Jensen repeated his co-stars’ gesture, teasing him mercilessly.
"How can you be sure?" Jared smirked, his eyebrows raised in question.
The older man gave him a bewildered look. "What are you saying? That they fake orgasm?" He did some complicated imitation of sign language, trying to mimic having sex, using only his hands. It looked disgusting. And painful.
"It's possible."
"Get outta here!"
"Why? Most women, at one time or another have faked it," Jared stated the obvious.
"Well, they never faked it with me," Jensen smirked proudly.
Jared rolled his eyes, wiping his hands on a napkin. "Oh. Right. I forgot you're like that."
"Like what?" Jensen looked up from his meal.
"Like all straight men. They all think it never happened to them, when in fact most women faked it at least once in their life, so... you do the math," Jared looked condescendingly at the man across the table.
Jensen's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You don't think I could tell the difference if someone was faking an orgasm, while having sex with me?" He asked, distrust ringing in his voice as he took another bite of his sandwich.
“No, Jensen. I don’t think you could tell the difference if someone faked an orgasm while having sex with you,” Jared said. Somehow, Jensen missed the fact that he used the word “someone” instead of “woman”. And that Jared had pointed it out.
“Fuck you, Jare. I can always tell if someone is faking an orgasm!”
It sounded like a challenge.
Jared just smiled at this remark, leaning back into his chair, hands rested flat on the tabletop, fingertips gently stroking the smooth wooden surface.
"Oh really?" the younger man purred under his breath, causing Jensen to once again look up from his food. There was a disturbing note in Jared’s voice.
"Ooo...Oh...Ooo..."
Jared began moaning.
Softly at first. His fingers were still petting across the wooden surface of the tabletop, as if caressing someone. As Jared’s voice grew louder, the moans also grew ragged and shaky. His hands snaked their way to the edges of the table, grabbing onto them, when the sounds he was making picked up their pace. His eyes were closed and now and then, his tongue darted out to lick his slightly parted lips.
At first, Jensen became concerned if everything was okay. Considering how Jared ate that day, it might've been stomach ache.
"Are you okay, man?"
The words got caught in his throat as Jared started gasping and panting - really loudly - looking at Jensen from under half-lidded eyes, a lewd smile on his face…
"Oh...Oh god...Ooo Oh God...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh God... Oh yeah right there."
Jared began moving slowly, his hips lifting a little from his chair with each sound he made. His forehead shone with small beads of sweat, one starting to trickle down his cheek and neck...
"Oh! Oh...Yes Yes Yes, Jensen, that's it... Yes Yes Yes...Oh...Oh... Yes Yes....Oh...Yes Yes, do it to me! Harder!... Yes Yes Yes Yes..."
By now, Jared was literally writhing in his seat, his hands smacking the surface of the table in time with his moans.
"Oh...Oh... Oh... Oh God Oh... Oh... OH MY GOD!" Jared finished with a load grunt. He shuddered, his hands gripping the edge of the table.
He then grinned, dimples carved deep into his cheeks, straightened in his chair and took a sip of his drink.
"You were saying?" he asked sweetly, a mask of perfect innocence plastered to his slightly flushed face.
Jensen looked around the cafe, not in the least bit surprised that everyone was staring at Jared.
A guy sitting at the table next to them opened, then closed his mouth, then opened it again, finally grinning like a fool. "I'll have what he's having," he said to the waiter, pointing at Jared.
Jensen blushed, embarrassed beyond imagination and leaned across the table, to glare at his co-star.
"Well... no offense to any woman I know, but there's no way in hell any girl could ever be as good an actor as you, Jared," he grumbled, ignoring the sudden wave of gossiping that started spreading through the dinner. Jared simply smiled, still acting like fucking Bambi, the doe-eyed reindeer - or whatever -, pretending he had no idea what Jensen was referring to.
As for Jensen himself, he quickly adjusted his jeans under the table, when he was sure no one was looking.
So what if he got a raging hard-on from Jared's moans?
That didn't mean anything... right?
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