CW RPF: The CW and the Hiatus From Hell (Chris/Jared) PG-13
Title: The CW and the Hiatus From Hell
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1500 words
Pairing: Chris Lowell/Jared Padalecki
Summary: The CW has this thing about making sure everyone looks like they get along. Hence the station-sponsored mandatory trip to sunny California for a week of photo ops and high-profile daytime fun.
A/N: For lissa_bear, who asked for Chris/Jared; sand. The boys ate my brain. Hope you don't mind!
Also, this is RPF in the very loosest sense. I know nothing about these boys. I have no idea what their relationship is, and honestly don't care. In my brain, they're pretty together. The End.
The CW has this thing about making sure everyone looks like they get along. Hence the station-sponsored mandatory trip to sunny California for a week of photo ops and high-profile daytime fun.
Jared just wants to be back home for the hiatus. He loves hanging with Jensen when it's just the two of them, but when every idiot's coming out of the wood work? Not even Jensen can save him from the complete tear-his-hair-out insanity of close quarters with Mike, Tom and Chad for an entire week. There's too much vodka and not enough space for that to even be a possibility.
Everyone's days are already spoken for-they've been 'asked' to spend them outside looking pretty and having PG-rated fun for the cameras. Jared is currently considering himself for sainthood since he managed to smile through fifteen minutes of Chad trying to get a piggyback ride after volleyball. By launching himself onto Jared's back. Repeatedly.
In return for the days of innocent fun, the station has rented a huge house with a whole lot of liquor (and Jared is pretty sure Chad had an entire truck of something foul and foreign imported, as well), and instructions not to get caught. There's a whole lot that this group can do with those kind of rules.
Kristen has already locked herself in her room for the night. She's one of three girls here, and the closest thing Jared's got to miner's canary. So far, her amazing sixth sense has helped her avoid an impromptu strip-tease by Tom, a whole lot of dry-humping by Chad (who doesn't seem particularly choosy, but seems to prefer Kristen and Jared over the more willing of the bunch), and Mike's careful renderings (on the living room walls, in lipstick) of male genitalia.
In short, when Kristen goes to her room, Jared gets out of Dodge. So far, it's been a raging success.
The south end of the beach has a bonfire, so that's out. Last night, Mike lit his pants on fire. And then Tom's, just because he didn't want to be the only one with charred parts. Jared appreciates his fire from a distance, thank you, so he heads north toward the bluff.
It tends to be quieter up there, and he can indulge in the beach experience without being called a fag or a pussy or God knows what else, just for liking the feel of sand between his toes. He's always loved the beach, and it wasn't like he saw much of it in Toronto.
Screw them all. He might not have the hiatus he'd been hoping for, but at least he can get some beach time in.
He finds a quiet spot and slips his sandals off before glancing around-and that's when he sees someone sitting a few yards away. He's afraid for a minute that Chad's slipped up here to make a pass at him or sleep off the rum he's been drinking all day, but a closer look tells him it's the quiet kid from Veronica Mars. Chris Lowell.
The rest of the guys make fun of him-depending on their mood, he's either pretentious or a complete hack. They rag on the fact that he's in a band, or that he's always lugging a camera around, or that he wears glasses instead of contacts.
Jared really couldn't care less at this point. As talkative as Chris is on camera, he's a pretty quiet guy when he's mixed in with the rest of them, and in Jared's book, that alone makes him good company right now.
"Hey," he calls out softly, picking up his sandals and heading up the beach.
Chris takes one earbud out and looks up. "Oh, hey," he says quietly.
Jared stops short when he sees the iPod. "Sorry, man, I didn't realize you were busy. I'll just..." he gestures vaguely up the beach.
Chris shakes his head. "It's fine. Just trying to get away for a little bit. I'm not used to so much…" He trails off.
"Idiocy?" Jared supplies.
Chris grins. "I was looking for a more diplomatic term, but, yeah."
"Don't bother," Jared says, flopping down on the sand. "They wouldn't know diplomacy if it bit 'em. I think the idiocy is actually a valuable trait as far as they're concerned." He lies back and wriggles a little bit until he can feel a Jared-shaped impression underneath him. God, it's nice to remember what relaxing feels like.
"So, whatcha'll listening to?" he asks, closing his eyes.
The silence goes on long enough that he opens his eyes again, and Chris is looking terribly amused. "Did you just say 'whatcha'll'? Because I'm pretty sure that's not even close to a word."
Jared laughs. "Yeah, I did, and yeah it is. I'm from Texas, man. Squashing words together is what we do. And you didn't answer the question."
Chris shrugs. "It's hard to describe." He moves…not so much fast as smooth. Jensen would call it 'conservation of motion' or some kung-fu crap. Jared just calls it freaky.
What it means is that Chris' face is about two inches from his and the guy manages to pop an earbud in Jared's ear before Jared can even attempt to scramble out of the little sand trap he's made for himself.
He relaxes when Chris lies down next to him and he realizes that the guy's just sharing music. God, Chad's constant groping really has scarred him for life.
"Oh. This is kinda cool," he says, actually listening now that he's sure he's not being molested. It's got a sort of country rock eclectic thing going on, and he's pretty much a country boy at heart, but this…he could learn to like it.
"Celtic rock," Chris says from beside him. Their heads are nearly touching. "It takes some getting used to, but it's got guts. It feels like real passion went into it."
Jared looks at him out of the corner of his eye and Chris is right there, and there's sand in his hair that the moon keeps catching.
Chris looks back at him. "You just jumped on the 'he's an indie freak' bandwagon now, didn't you?" He grins. "S'okay. I kinda am."
"Naw," Jared says, and he's drawling a little bit, either because he's tired or relaxed or maybe because he's self conscious, because the accent pops up then, too. "I like it. Being different in't so bad." He's pretty sure he's still talking about the music.
"You say 'different', others say, 'psychotic.' Potayto, potahto."
Chris's got a nice smile. Lopsided and open, lights up his whole face. It looks like he's actually enjoying himself out here, lying in the sand listening to half of a set of earphones and talking about nothing in particular.
"You've got sand…" Jared says, and he rolls on his side to brush some of the bits out of Chris's hair. Chris does the same, propping himself up on an elbow and they're forced to stay close so no one loses an earphone.
"It's a lost cause," Chris grins. "You should see yourself, you're covered…" He lifts a hand and brushes it through Jared's hair and then down his arm, and Jared feels the scrape of the sand grains on his skin before they fall away, and then it's just the warmth of Chris's hand making him tingle.
The music changes to something softer, guitar and then harmonica, and Jared knows he should lie back down and look at the stars or maybe head down to the bonfire or the house, but he doesn't.
Chris mouths the words as the vocals start. He's not singing, just forming distracting shapes with full lips, and the edge of his mouth is quirked in perpetual amusement. He's not moving closer, but he's not moving away, either.
Jared reaches up again, slower this time, and slides his fingers into Chris's hair to brush more sand away. The white grains catches the light of the moon as they fall-and then Jared moves to brush off a line of sand stuck to Chris's jaw near his ear. He can't see any more but he keeps going, running his thumb along Chris's cheek just to be sure.
"More sand?" Chris murmurs, and Jared drops his hand with a guilty start.
Chris chuckles and takes off his glasses. "Don't let this be awkward tomorrow, okay? I'd kind of like to have someone to talk to the rest of the week."
Jared nods slowly and takes the earbud out of his ear. He'd like to leave while he's still got a scrap of dignity left.
And then Chris leans forward and kisses him. His lips are soft and they linger for just a second before it's over and Chris is watching him from a few inches away, eyes half-lidded.
Waiting.
Seconds drag by as Jared weighs his options, but who is he kidding? The choice was made the second he trailed his fingers over the kid's face.
He leans in slowly and Chris's mouth opens under his, and then Chris is shifting closer so their bodies align. Jared can feel Chris's fingers tracing the bare skin where his shirt's ridden up and the sound of waves crashing on the beach is suddenly deafening.
When he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Chris's low-slung jeans he feels Chris's breath catch and Jared can't help but smile.
It looks like this week's going to turn out pretty well after all.
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1500 words
Pairing: Chris Lowell/Jared Padalecki
Summary: The CW has this thing about making sure everyone looks like they get along. Hence the station-sponsored mandatory trip to sunny California for a week of photo ops and high-profile daytime fun.
A/N: For lissa_bear, who asked for Chris/Jared; sand. The boys ate my brain. Hope you don't mind!
Also, this is RPF in the very loosest sense. I know nothing about these boys. I have no idea what their relationship is, and honestly don't care. In my brain, they're pretty together. The End.
The CW has this thing about making sure everyone looks like they get along. Hence the station-sponsored mandatory trip to sunny California for a week of photo ops and high-profile daytime fun.
Jared just wants to be back home for the hiatus. He loves hanging with Jensen when it's just the two of them, but when every idiot's coming out of the wood work? Not even Jensen can save him from the complete tear-his-hair-out insanity of close quarters with Mike, Tom and Chad for an entire week. There's too much vodka and not enough space for that to even be a possibility.
Everyone's days are already spoken for-they've been 'asked' to spend them outside looking pretty and having PG-rated fun for the cameras. Jared is currently considering himself for sainthood since he managed to smile through fifteen minutes of Chad trying to get a piggyback ride after volleyball. By launching himself onto Jared's back. Repeatedly.
In return for the days of innocent fun, the station has rented a huge house with a whole lot of liquor (and Jared is pretty sure Chad had an entire truck of something foul and foreign imported, as well), and instructions not to get caught. There's a whole lot that this group can do with those kind of rules.
Kristen has already locked herself in her room for the night. She's one of three girls here, and the closest thing Jared's got to miner's canary. So far, her amazing sixth sense has helped her avoid an impromptu strip-tease by Tom, a whole lot of dry-humping by Chad (who doesn't seem particularly choosy, but seems to prefer Kristen and Jared over the more willing of the bunch), and Mike's careful renderings (on the living room walls, in lipstick) of male genitalia.
In short, when Kristen goes to her room, Jared gets out of Dodge. So far, it's been a raging success.
The south end of the beach has a bonfire, so that's out. Last night, Mike lit his pants on fire. And then Tom's, just because he didn't want to be the only one with charred parts. Jared appreciates his fire from a distance, thank you, so he heads north toward the bluff.
It tends to be quieter up there, and he can indulge in the beach experience without being called a fag or a pussy or God knows what else, just for liking the feel of sand between his toes. He's always loved the beach, and it wasn't like he saw much of it in Toronto.
Screw them all. He might not have the hiatus he'd been hoping for, but at least he can get some beach time in.
He finds a quiet spot and slips his sandals off before glancing around-and that's when he sees someone sitting a few yards away. He's afraid for a minute that Chad's slipped up here to make a pass at him or sleep off the rum he's been drinking all day, but a closer look tells him it's the quiet kid from Veronica Mars. Chris Lowell.
The rest of the guys make fun of him-depending on their mood, he's either pretentious or a complete hack. They rag on the fact that he's in a band, or that he's always lugging a camera around, or that he wears glasses instead of contacts.
Jared really couldn't care less at this point. As talkative as Chris is on camera, he's a pretty quiet guy when he's mixed in with the rest of them, and in Jared's book, that alone makes him good company right now.
"Hey," he calls out softly, picking up his sandals and heading up the beach.
Chris takes one earbud out and looks up. "Oh, hey," he says quietly.
Jared stops short when he sees the iPod. "Sorry, man, I didn't realize you were busy. I'll just..." he gestures vaguely up the beach.
Chris shakes his head. "It's fine. Just trying to get away for a little bit. I'm not used to so much…" He trails off.
"Idiocy?" Jared supplies.
Chris grins. "I was looking for a more diplomatic term, but, yeah."
"Don't bother," Jared says, flopping down on the sand. "They wouldn't know diplomacy if it bit 'em. I think the idiocy is actually a valuable trait as far as they're concerned." He lies back and wriggles a little bit until he can feel a Jared-shaped impression underneath him. God, it's nice to remember what relaxing feels like.
"So, whatcha'll listening to?" he asks, closing his eyes.
The silence goes on long enough that he opens his eyes again, and Chris is looking terribly amused. "Did you just say 'whatcha'll'? Because I'm pretty sure that's not even close to a word."
Jared laughs. "Yeah, I did, and yeah it is. I'm from Texas, man. Squashing words together is what we do. And you didn't answer the question."
Chris shrugs. "It's hard to describe." He moves…not so much fast as smooth. Jensen would call it 'conservation of motion' or some kung-fu crap. Jared just calls it freaky.
What it means is that Chris' face is about two inches from his and the guy manages to pop an earbud in Jared's ear before Jared can even attempt to scramble out of the little sand trap he's made for himself.
He relaxes when Chris lies down next to him and he realizes that the guy's just sharing music. God, Chad's constant groping really has scarred him for life.
"Oh. This is kinda cool," he says, actually listening now that he's sure he's not being molested. It's got a sort of country rock eclectic thing going on, and he's pretty much a country boy at heart, but this…he could learn to like it.
"Celtic rock," Chris says from beside him. Their heads are nearly touching. "It takes some getting used to, but it's got guts. It feels like real passion went into it."
Jared looks at him out of the corner of his eye and Chris is right there, and there's sand in his hair that the moon keeps catching.
Chris looks back at him. "You just jumped on the 'he's an indie freak' bandwagon now, didn't you?" He grins. "S'okay. I kinda am."
"Naw," Jared says, and he's drawling a little bit, either because he's tired or relaxed or maybe because he's self conscious, because the accent pops up then, too. "I like it. Being different in't so bad." He's pretty sure he's still talking about the music.
"You say 'different', others say, 'psychotic.' Potayto, potahto."
Chris's got a nice smile. Lopsided and open, lights up his whole face. It looks like he's actually enjoying himself out here, lying in the sand listening to half of a set of earphones and talking about nothing in particular.
"You've got sand…" Jared says, and he rolls on his side to brush some of the bits out of Chris's hair. Chris does the same, propping himself up on an elbow and they're forced to stay close so no one loses an earphone.
"It's a lost cause," Chris grins. "You should see yourself, you're covered…" He lifts a hand and brushes it through Jared's hair and then down his arm, and Jared feels the scrape of the sand grains on his skin before they fall away, and then it's just the warmth of Chris's hand making him tingle.
The music changes to something softer, guitar and then harmonica, and Jared knows he should lie back down and look at the stars or maybe head down to the bonfire or the house, but he doesn't.
Chris mouths the words as the vocals start. He's not singing, just forming distracting shapes with full lips, and the edge of his mouth is quirked in perpetual amusement. He's not moving closer, but he's not moving away, either.
Jared reaches up again, slower this time, and slides his fingers into Chris's hair to brush more sand away. The white grains catches the light of the moon as they fall-and then Jared moves to brush off a line of sand stuck to Chris's jaw near his ear. He can't see any more but he keeps going, running his thumb along Chris's cheek just to be sure.
"More sand?" Chris murmurs, and Jared drops his hand with a guilty start.
Chris chuckles and takes off his glasses. "Don't let this be awkward tomorrow, okay? I'd kind of like to have someone to talk to the rest of the week."
Jared nods slowly and takes the earbud out of his ear. He'd like to leave while he's still got a scrap of dignity left.
And then Chris leans forward and kisses him. His lips are soft and they linger for just a second before it's over and Chris is watching him from a few inches away, eyes half-lidded.
Waiting.
Seconds drag by as Jared weighs his options, but who is he kidding? The choice was made the second he trailed his fingers over the kid's face.
He leans in slowly and Chris's mouth opens under his, and then Chris is shifting closer so their bodies align. Jared can feel Chris's fingers tracing the bare skin where his shirt's ridden up and the sound of waves crashing on the beach is suddenly deafening.
When he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Chris's low-slung jeans he feels Chris's breath catch and Jared can't help but smile.
It looks like this week's going to turn out pretty well after all.