FIC: "Thawing Distance" (4/10)
Thawing Distance
By Simarillion
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Universe: Alternative Universe
Rating: NC-17
Beta: asm_z
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, others
Warnings: slash, M/M
Word Count: 3,089 (13,613)
Summary: Tell it like it is. (Of settling and living)
Disclaimer: None of the herein presented happenings and events are true. Everything is 100% fiction and that includes the sexuality of the characters. I don’t claim to be in the know about their relations and private affairs, and I don’t make any money with the creation of this story.
Author’s Note: I changed the age of Jensen and Jared, they are the same age now. The plot wouldn’t really work otherwise.
This is part 6 of the Glaciology! ‘verse. Jensen is a scientist in the field of glaciology and he spends most of his time surrounded by ice, whereas Jared is a Hollywood movie star. Prequel to this story are Invisible Glaciers, Iceberg Anatomy, Avalanches Approaching, Crevasse Rescue and Shelf Ice Meander.
[ Masterpost]
Part Four
By the time Jensen and Jared returned home from the premiere, Jensen had been more than a little drunk, from alcohol and adrenalin. The excitement of all the strange new things and the amount of world famous celebrities had added to the liquid courage and pumped Jensen up. It had taken quite some time and a lot of Jared’s help to calm him down and get him to sleep.
It comes as no surprise then that Jensen wakes up the next morning, closer to noon though, with a raging head ache and a funny feeling in his stomach. Groaning pitifully, he wraps himself in the bed sheets, growling weakly at Jared’s wandering hands that are trying to unwrap him again.
“Come on Jensen, you have to shower and get some breakfast into you. Lying here will only make it worse.”
But he really doesn’t want to get up right now. And eating food is even lower on the list of things he wants to do. Just the thought of nourishment has his stomach rebel. No way is Jensen dragging himself to the kitchen where all the coffee and fried bacon is.
His protests are met with Jared’s determination, and soon Jensen is shoved into the shower, still clinging to the blanket with one hand, refusing to let go. “Dude, you are a really horrible post-drunk. Let go of the blanket, you’ll get it all wet.
His answer is something along the lines of ’hate you’, but his mumbling sounds more like a failed attempt of speech. Jensen cringes slightly when the warm water hits him, and as he tries to wipe the moisture out of his eyes, Jared grabs the blanket and tosses it to the side.
He’s joined by Jared in the shower, strong hands cleaning him, turning him around to make sure that every bit if Jensen gets an equal amount of attention. Only when Jensen’s response shows an increase in rational thinking, is he allowed to leave the shower. Jared wraps him in fluffy towels and steers him back to the bedroom.
“Get dressed and come to the kitchen.” The order is accompanied with a quick slap on his back and Jared saunters out of the room dressed only in sweats.
Only losing sight of the temptation that is one half-dressed Jared Padalecki, Jensen gets himself together and starts throwing clothes on. He doesn’t spend a lot of time on choosing them, just hurries himself to step into a pair of sweats and tugs a shirt over his head while walking out of the room and heading for the kitchen.
The closer he gets to the front of the house, the louder it gets. The smell of coffee and grease makes his stomach turn uncomfortably, but he swallows a couple of times and fights the nausea that starts building up.
Dean comes running around down the corridor and heads straight for Jensen. The husky yips excitedly, telling his human about all the things that he’s already done that day. Jensen can’t help but smile indulgently at the display that is his dog.
“You have a good time?” A bark and a couple of licks on his hand are the answer he receives. “Great!”
In the kitchen Linda and Jared are talking animatedly about something that has both of them grinning like lunatics. Their slightly deranged expressions make Jensen want to quietly slink out of the room again. Who knows what they are planning to do?
“Good morning Jensen.” Linda’s innocent tone of voice is at odds with the glint in her eyes. He can’t really read the meaning of it but somehow he suspects he might not want to know what it is about.
“Morning Linda.” Cautiously Jensen climbs the bar stool at the breakfast counter and reaches for the glass of freshly pressed orange juice. The sour tang tastes heavenly and even though he’ll most likely need not a lot of nourishment today, he hesitantly pokes at the bowl that is set in front of him. The brownish purée doesn’t look too tempting.
“Did you have a nice evening?” The question has Jensen’s head whip up. He stares at Linda suspiciously, noticing Jared’s gleeful giggling from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, it was okay.” Jared leans closer to him and wraps his arm around Jensen’s shoulders.
“Jensen had a blast last night.” At that Jared and Linda start laughing and leave him totally bewildered about what is going on. Since the two of them seem to refuse any help with the current situation, Jensen decides to ignore them. He drags his spoon through the bowl, leaving a pattern in the porridge.
“Hey, don’t pout.” The statement has him growl half-heartedly, because Jensen does most definitely not pout. Ever. He might brood from time to time, but pouting and sulking are not in his repertoire. Jared should know that already. “It’s just that you were rather drunk when we got home.”
That’s something that Jensen does remember. There are hazy images of him and Jared in a car, most likely the limousine. Unfortunately the majority of what happened from about half past midnight on, seems to haven’t left any impact in his memory. “Did I do something stupid?” He can’t think of any other reason for why his level of insobriety might be of consequence.
His question has Linda and Jared crack up laughing. Slowly but surely their behavior starts to piss him off. It’s fine that they are amused by whatever they did, but they could stop laughing in his face about something he can’t even remember doing.
The change in his mood doesn’t go unnoticed, and Jared clambers from his stool and wraps himself around Jensen. “Hey, we’re not making fun of you. It’s just that you were really out of it and did a couple of things that were rather amusing.”
Ignoring the weak attempt of making amends, Jensen takes another gulp from his juice. It serves Jared right squirm some more.
“You were quite the matchmaker yesterday. You got Zac Efron and Shia LaBeouf to hook up at the party afterwards.” The only response to that is Jensen almost choking to death on his OJ.
Coughing and hacking, he gets himself under control, tears streaming down his cheeks. “WHAT?!” His voice is faint from shock. There are sudden flashes of images that are popping up in his head. They are much too close to what Jared is saying.
“Well, we were all kind of drunk towards the end, but you and Zac were by far the ones with the highest level of blood alcohol. Somehow you decided that Vanessa Anne Hudgens is a ’stupid broad’ - your words, not mine - and that it would be perfect if Zac hooked up with Shia LaBeouf. Your two partners in crime, who were no better off than you were sobriety-wise, confirmed your assumption by making out.” Jared kisses his ear and squeezes him. ”I have to agree with you that they did look very good together.”
Jensen can’t help but wonder what he had been thinking last night. Apparently the booze had transformed him into some kind of gay matchmaker. Thankfully he lives in San Francisco and not in LA. Somehow he can’t imagine Vanessa Anne Hudgens to be very happy with him at the moment. Not that this bothers him in any way.
“Oh God.” Hanging his head, Jensen takes deep breaths and tries to calm himself down. That is exactly, well not really exactly, the thing he feared might happen, because so far he had never hooked two guys up, with the exemption of the unrefined matchmaking attempt he, Chad and Gabe had made with Tom and Mike. Still, he had made a fool of himself at the premiere, shedding a bad light on Jared. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?” Jared gently turns him away from the counter and towards Jared. “There’s nothing you have to be sorry for. Dude, Lindsay Lohan got so drunk she took off her clothes, all of them. And we all agreed that you were right about Zac and Shia.” A kiss is pressed against his hair. “They really looked great together.”
There’s a clink as something is set down on the counter next to Jensen. “Hey, don’t worry Jensen. Here, how about some fresh made cookies.” Linda pushes the plate closer to him and Jared takes one and waves it temptingly under his nose.
The smell has his stomach roll and he winces. “No, maybe later.”
“But not too late, or there might be none left.” With this Jared shoves the cookie, all of it, into his mouth and smiles blissfully as he chews it. “Awesome.”
Crumbs are spit at him and Jensen can’t help but glare at Jared warningly. Sometimes he can’t help but wonder if Jared was raised by wolves. There’s no way his mum never taught him any manners. “Nice.”
“I have to agree, very charming.” Linda’s reprimand is accompanied by a swat at Jared’s hand, when he tries to take a second cookie. “Chew and swallow the first one, before you take the next.”
Dean, Sadie and Harley could learn something form Jared. They haven’t perfected the puppy dog to the same degree he has. It’s rather fascinating and a little bit unsettling to find a human with more realistic canine facial expressions than dogs. The puppy eyes of doom, as Chad likes to call them, are one of Jared’s most dangerous weapons. Ignoring his smile and the dimples of course.
After a second swat, Jared swallowed the cookie, He holds his ‘injured’ hand close to his chest and rubs his carefully while looking at Linda pitifully.
“You are unbelievable.” Jensen takes Jared’s had and kisses it tenderly. “So, should be good as new.”
From one second to the next, Jensen is hauled from his stool and hoisted over a broad shoulder. “Hey!” His shout is ignored as Jared carries him, like a caveman, to the living room, where Jensen gets dropped onto the couch. Before Jensen can even start to get up, Jared crawls all over him, nibbling on his ear and throat, licking along his stubbly chin.
“Mmm, much better than cookies.” The licking soon transforms into kissing and sucking on Jensen’s throat. The pressure and the heat makes Jensen ache for more, his hands starting to wander, one up to the thick and shaggy hair, to get tangled in, and the other one down to grab at the enticing buttocks.
“Freak.” Is the only thing that Jensen is able to say, his throat dry and his voice getting hoarse with desire. It’s amazing how quickly Jensen turns from grouchy post drunk into turned on beyond belief.
Jared starts to get really comfortable on the couch with Jensen under him. He grabs his knees and wraps Jensen’s legs around his waist, rubbing against him. Just as Jared’s hands are getting close to Jensen’s nipples, there is a pained whine from somewhere close by.
“Dude! Not this early in the morning!” Chad’s protest makes them let go of each other. Jensen pats Jared on the head, just as he would Dean, when the husky has behaved exceptionally well, and shoves the giant off his chest.
He’s aware that his hard on is very obvious, but then again this is Chad and some of the things Jared has told him about the blonde, Jensen is sure that a guy with an erection is down on the bottom of the list of things that shock Chad Michael Murray.
“What’s it with the two of you? Can’t leave you alone without you getting all handsy.” Chad pushes Jared away from Jensen and wedges himself between them. The action has Jensen chuckle, because he knows that Jared will pout and Chad will make fun of him because of that. “Don’t look like some pouty teenager. It’s pathetic, man.”
With a kiss against Chad’s cheek, Jensen gets up from the couch and heads for the kitchen. He really needs some coffee, and originally the plan had been for him to pack his stuff and drive back home in the afternoon.
As he leaves the living room he hears the whines protest. “Dude, gross! No kissing the straight guy! Jared, no!”
Linda is cutting vegetables, her back to Jensen, but when he sits down at the counter, she turns around, a cup of coffee in her hand. Sometimes he’s sure that she can read minds.
“I think you need this.” She sets the steaming cup down and soon after a plate with some toast follows. Jensen’s stomach has settled somewhat and since the smell of fried bacon and eggs is almost non-existent, he feels good enough to actually nibble tentatively on the warm bread.
“I love you. Please marry me.” He sighs happily as he takes the first sip of his coffee. It’s black heaven. Tasting just the right amount of roasted and smooth.
“Hey, no marrying my staff!” Jared climbs on his stool next to Jensen and gets his own cup of coffee. A third one follows for Chad, who’s leaning against the counter, munching a cookie. “If someone is getting married it’s us.”
At this Chad snorts into his coffee cup and Jensen just raises an eyebrow. Linda just pats Jared’s hand and smiles indulgingly at him. “Sure, honey.”
Jensen can’t help himself. He starts laughing at Jared’s incredulous stare and Linda’s smug smile. Sometimes he wonders how Linda started working for Jared. If Jared actually employed his housekeeper or if she just turned up one day and stated that from now on she would rule this household. On days like today, he’s rooting for the latter.
“Aw, don’t do that to him.” Chad cackles gleefully. “He’ll be all weepy and sad for the rest of the day.”
To keep things from escalating, Jensen hugs Jared and purrs into his ear: “Chad and Linda are just jealous.”
Linda just laughs and Chad gags for dramatic effect. “Gross.”
“Why are you here any way?” Jared grabs two cookies, sending his housekeeper a look to make sure she sees him defying her prior orders, and takes his cup of coffee. “First you cock-block me and now you’re making fun of me.” The look Chad gets should most probably be scrutinizing but it makes Jared look all squinty-eyed.
“I just wanted to make sure that Mr. Matchmaker is alive and well.” Back to sipping his coffee, Chad is well on his way of finishing off his second cookie. “When we dragged him home this morning, he was more dead than alive.”
And just like that, the joke’s on Jensen again. It’s not even funny to begin with. For one, Jensen has no recollection what so ever of the events that everyone is referring to, and second, he really hates being the one who everybody laughs about after a party because he did something so stupid and embarrassing that everyone will remember it even years after.
“Yeah well, he was quite grouchy today, but if you can get drunk, you can get up the morning after.” The way they are talking about him like he isn’t even there is starting to grate on Jensen’s nerves.
“You do realize that he’s right here, so you don’t have to talk about him in third person.” Just like he did himself right now. Jensen glares at the two chuckleheads who are gleefully grinning at him. “Shut up, you idiots.”
“Aw, don’t be like that!” Chad strolls over to him and places his arm around Jensen’s shoulders. “You were absolutely amazing last night. At first I though that with all the stars you would be all quiet, but Genevieve and Hayden got you all liquored up.”
Which poses a question he can’t help but ask: “Where were those two when all of it went down?”
“They were so drunk, Genevieve was sleeping with her head on a table and Hayden was making out with this one of the boxers, you know, one of the Klitschko brothers.” Jared’s smile has mellowed from smug to reassuring. “They were no better off than you were.”
“With the big difference that they did not play gay matchmaker.” Jensen takes another piece of toast and takes a bite. “Just tell me, how embarrassing was it?”
“For you?” Chad doesn’t even have to think about the answer. “Not at all. You were all chummy with Zac Efron, his girl already gone home because of some fight they had, and all of a sudden Zac strides through the room, walks right up to Shia Labeouf, who was trying his best to get into the pants of Megan Fox, and laid a kiss on him.”
Jared and Chad laugh as they remember. Jensen thinks he can see a blurry image of what they are talking about. Nothing clear, but enough to confirm what he’s being told.
“At first we all feared that there would be a fight, but then Labeouf just grabbed him and from then on it was impossible to separate them.” Chad shakes his head. “I really don’t want to know what happened this morning.”
“Just imagine Hudgens waking up to an empty bed or better even, to a bed with Zac and Shia in it.” At this the two actors start laughing again, even Linda joining in. Jensen can’t help but hide his face behind his hands, groaning at what he caused to happen.
“This is not even remotely funny.” But his protests are just met with even more laughter. “Really, not funny.”
He wants to explain in detail how bad his situation is, when there is the sound of the dogs barking and the front door is opened. They turn towards the kitchen door, curious about the visitor. It doesn’t take long and a disheveled looking Zac Efron is standing in the room with them, Dean, Sadie and Harley dancing around his feet, competing for his attention. The human though, only has eyes for the four people staring right back at him.
“Dude, I slept with Shia!” Suddenly Jensen breaks out laughing so hard that tears run down his face. Finally he gets what everybody had been so amused about.
Linda just makes another cup of coffee which she hands over to the newest addition of the breakfast/lunch meeting, and turns back to the food she’s cooking.
“Yeah, we know.” Chad just pats Zac’s shoulder and steers him to the stool Jared had vacated. “Does Vanessa know?”
At the fearful look in his eyes, they realize that Vanessa Anne Hudgens knows only too well what her boyfriend had been up to. “I’m sorry, dude.”
Jensen nods his agreement to Jared’s statement, pushing the plate of cookies closer to the young man. The defeated air around him makes everyone want to cheer him up. Even the dogs have decided that they need to keep an eye on the strange human. Dean is pressing close to the stool Zac is sitting on, while Sadie and Harley are sitting watch on each side of him.
The thing is, that there’s not really a lot they can do for him, except let him hide out with them. Taking a sip from his coffee, which is more cold than warm now, Jensen wonders what will happen from here, and if from now on his life will turn into one of these stories that are told on the glossy magazines.
What happened to the real life he had been leading in the past? One look at Jared, who is trying to do what he can for his friend, and Chad, who is talking trash about the jealous rampaging girlfriend, reminds Jensen that even though his life is nothing like what it used to be, he likes where he is right now. In this kitchen. With these people.
continue: Part Five
By Simarillion
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Universe: Alternative Universe
Rating: NC-17
Beta: asm_z
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, others
Warnings: slash, M/M
Word Count: 3,089 (13,613)
Summary: Tell it like it is. (Of settling and living)
Disclaimer: None of the herein presented happenings and events are true. Everything is 100% fiction and that includes the sexuality of the characters. I don’t claim to be in the know about their relations and private affairs, and I don’t make any money with the creation of this story.
Author’s Note: I changed the age of Jensen and Jared, they are the same age now. The plot wouldn’t really work otherwise.
This is part 6 of the Glaciology! ‘verse. Jensen is a scientist in the field of glaciology and he spends most of his time surrounded by ice, whereas Jared is a Hollywood movie star. Prequel to this story are Invisible Glaciers, Iceberg Anatomy, Avalanches Approaching, Crevasse Rescue and Shelf Ice Meander.
[ Masterpost]
Part Four
By the time Jensen and Jared returned home from the premiere, Jensen had been more than a little drunk, from alcohol and adrenalin. The excitement of all the strange new things and the amount of world famous celebrities had added to the liquid courage and pumped Jensen up. It had taken quite some time and a lot of Jared’s help to calm him down and get him to sleep.
It comes as no surprise then that Jensen wakes up the next morning, closer to noon though, with a raging head ache and a funny feeling in his stomach. Groaning pitifully, he wraps himself in the bed sheets, growling weakly at Jared’s wandering hands that are trying to unwrap him again.
“Come on Jensen, you have to shower and get some breakfast into you. Lying here will only make it worse.”
But he really doesn’t want to get up right now. And eating food is even lower on the list of things he wants to do. Just the thought of nourishment has his stomach rebel. No way is Jensen dragging himself to the kitchen where all the coffee and fried bacon is.
His protests are met with Jared’s determination, and soon Jensen is shoved into the shower, still clinging to the blanket with one hand, refusing to let go. “Dude, you are a really horrible post-drunk. Let go of the blanket, you’ll get it all wet.
His answer is something along the lines of ’hate you’, but his mumbling sounds more like a failed attempt of speech. Jensen cringes slightly when the warm water hits him, and as he tries to wipe the moisture out of his eyes, Jared grabs the blanket and tosses it to the side.
He’s joined by Jared in the shower, strong hands cleaning him, turning him around to make sure that every bit if Jensen gets an equal amount of attention. Only when Jensen’s response shows an increase in rational thinking, is he allowed to leave the shower. Jared wraps him in fluffy towels and steers him back to the bedroom.
“Get dressed and come to the kitchen.” The order is accompanied with a quick slap on his back and Jared saunters out of the room dressed only in sweats.
Only losing sight of the temptation that is one half-dressed Jared Padalecki, Jensen gets himself together and starts throwing clothes on. He doesn’t spend a lot of time on choosing them, just hurries himself to step into a pair of sweats and tugs a shirt over his head while walking out of the room and heading for the kitchen.
The closer he gets to the front of the house, the louder it gets. The smell of coffee and grease makes his stomach turn uncomfortably, but he swallows a couple of times and fights the nausea that starts building up.
Dean comes running around down the corridor and heads straight for Jensen. The husky yips excitedly, telling his human about all the things that he’s already done that day. Jensen can’t help but smile indulgently at the display that is his dog.
“You have a good time?” A bark and a couple of licks on his hand are the answer he receives. “Great!”
In the kitchen Linda and Jared are talking animatedly about something that has both of them grinning like lunatics. Their slightly deranged expressions make Jensen want to quietly slink out of the room again. Who knows what they are planning to do?
“Good morning Jensen.” Linda’s innocent tone of voice is at odds with the glint in her eyes. He can’t really read the meaning of it but somehow he suspects he might not want to know what it is about.
“Morning Linda.” Cautiously Jensen climbs the bar stool at the breakfast counter and reaches for the glass of freshly pressed orange juice. The sour tang tastes heavenly and even though he’ll most likely need not a lot of nourishment today, he hesitantly pokes at the bowl that is set in front of him. The brownish purée doesn’t look too tempting.
“Did you have a nice evening?” The question has Jensen’s head whip up. He stares at Linda suspiciously, noticing Jared’s gleeful giggling from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, it was okay.” Jared leans closer to him and wraps his arm around Jensen’s shoulders.
“Jensen had a blast last night.” At that Jared and Linda start laughing and leave him totally bewildered about what is going on. Since the two of them seem to refuse any help with the current situation, Jensen decides to ignore them. He drags his spoon through the bowl, leaving a pattern in the porridge.
“Hey, don’t pout.” The statement has him growl half-heartedly, because Jensen does most definitely not pout. Ever. He might brood from time to time, but pouting and sulking are not in his repertoire. Jared should know that already. “It’s just that you were rather drunk when we got home.”
That’s something that Jensen does remember. There are hazy images of him and Jared in a car, most likely the limousine. Unfortunately the majority of what happened from about half past midnight on, seems to haven’t left any impact in his memory. “Did I do something stupid?” He can’t think of any other reason for why his level of insobriety might be of consequence.
His question has Linda and Jared crack up laughing. Slowly but surely their behavior starts to piss him off. It’s fine that they are amused by whatever they did, but they could stop laughing in his face about something he can’t even remember doing.
The change in his mood doesn’t go unnoticed, and Jared clambers from his stool and wraps himself around Jensen. “Hey, we’re not making fun of you. It’s just that you were really out of it and did a couple of things that were rather amusing.”
Ignoring the weak attempt of making amends, Jensen takes another gulp from his juice. It serves Jared right squirm some more.
“You were quite the matchmaker yesterday. You got Zac Efron and Shia LaBeouf to hook up at the party afterwards.” The only response to that is Jensen almost choking to death on his OJ.
Coughing and hacking, he gets himself under control, tears streaming down his cheeks. “WHAT?!” His voice is faint from shock. There are sudden flashes of images that are popping up in his head. They are much too close to what Jared is saying.
“Well, we were all kind of drunk towards the end, but you and Zac were by far the ones with the highest level of blood alcohol. Somehow you decided that Vanessa Anne Hudgens is a ’stupid broad’ - your words, not mine - and that it would be perfect if Zac hooked up with Shia LaBeouf. Your two partners in crime, who were no better off than you were sobriety-wise, confirmed your assumption by making out.” Jared kisses his ear and squeezes him. ”I have to agree with you that they did look very good together.”
Jensen can’t help but wonder what he had been thinking last night. Apparently the booze had transformed him into some kind of gay matchmaker. Thankfully he lives in San Francisco and not in LA. Somehow he can’t imagine Vanessa Anne Hudgens to be very happy with him at the moment. Not that this bothers him in any way.
“Oh God.” Hanging his head, Jensen takes deep breaths and tries to calm himself down. That is exactly, well not really exactly, the thing he feared might happen, because so far he had never hooked two guys up, with the exemption of the unrefined matchmaking attempt he, Chad and Gabe had made with Tom and Mike. Still, he had made a fool of himself at the premiere, shedding a bad light on Jared. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?” Jared gently turns him away from the counter and towards Jared. “There’s nothing you have to be sorry for. Dude, Lindsay Lohan got so drunk she took off her clothes, all of them. And we all agreed that you were right about Zac and Shia.” A kiss is pressed against his hair. “They really looked great together.”
There’s a clink as something is set down on the counter next to Jensen. “Hey, don’t worry Jensen. Here, how about some fresh made cookies.” Linda pushes the plate closer to him and Jared takes one and waves it temptingly under his nose.
The smell has his stomach roll and he winces. “No, maybe later.”
“But not too late, or there might be none left.” With this Jared shoves the cookie, all of it, into his mouth and smiles blissfully as he chews it. “Awesome.”
Crumbs are spit at him and Jensen can’t help but glare at Jared warningly. Sometimes he can’t help but wonder if Jared was raised by wolves. There’s no way his mum never taught him any manners. “Nice.”
“I have to agree, very charming.” Linda’s reprimand is accompanied by a swat at Jared’s hand, when he tries to take a second cookie. “Chew and swallow the first one, before you take the next.”
Dean, Sadie and Harley could learn something form Jared. They haven’t perfected the puppy dog to the same degree he has. It’s rather fascinating and a little bit unsettling to find a human with more realistic canine facial expressions than dogs. The puppy eyes of doom, as Chad likes to call them, are one of Jared’s most dangerous weapons. Ignoring his smile and the dimples of course.
After a second swat, Jared swallowed the cookie, He holds his ‘injured’ hand close to his chest and rubs his carefully while looking at Linda pitifully.
“You are unbelievable.” Jensen takes Jared’s had and kisses it tenderly. “So, should be good as new.”
From one second to the next, Jensen is hauled from his stool and hoisted over a broad shoulder. “Hey!” His shout is ignored as Jared carries him, like a caveman, to the living room, where Jensen gets dropped onto the couch. Before Jensen can even start to get up, Jared crawls all over him, nibbling on his ear and throat, licking along his stubbly chin.
“Mmm, much better than cookies.” The licking soon transforms into kissing and sucking on Jensen’s throat. The pressure and the heat makes Jensen ache for more, his hands starting to wander, one up to the thick and shaggy hair, to get tangled in, and the other one down to grab at the enticing buttocks.
“Freak.” Is the only thing that Jensen is able to say, his throat dry and his voice getting hoarse with desire. It’s amazing how quickly Jensen turns from grouchy post drunk into turned on beyond belief.
Jared starts to get really comfortable on the couch with Jensen under him. He grabs his knees and wraps Jensen’s legs around his waist, rubbing against him. Just as Jared’s hands are getting close to Jensen’s nipples, there is a pained whine from somewhere close by.
“Dude! Not this early in the morning!” Chad’s protest makes them let go of each other. Jensen pats Jared on the head, just as he would Dean, when the husky has behaved exceptionally well, and shoves the giant off his chest.
He’s aware that his hard on is very obvious, but then again this is Chad and some of the things Jared has told him about the blonde, Jensen is sure that a guy with an erection is down on the bottom of the list of things that shock Chad Michael Murray.
“What’s it with the two of you? Can’t leave you alone without you getting all handsy.” Chad pushes Jared away from Jensen and wedges himself between them. The action has Jensen chuckle, because he knows that Jared will pout and Chad will make fun of him because of that. “Don’t look like some pouty teenager. It’s pathetic, man.”
With a kiss against Chad’s cheek, Jensen gets up from the couch and heads for the kitchen. He really needs some coffee, and originally the plan had been for him to pack his stuff and drive back home in the afternoon.
As he leaves the living room he hears the whines protest. “Dude, gross! No kissing the straight guy! Jared, no!”
Linda is cutting vegetables, her back to Jensen, but when he sits down at the counter, she turns around, a cup of coffee in her hand. Sometimes he’s sure that she can read minds.
“I think you need this.” She sets the steaming cup down and soon after a plate with some toast follows. Jensen’s stomach has settled somewhat and since the smell of fried bacon and eggs is almost non-existent, he feels good enough to actually nibble tentatively on the warm bread.
“I love you. Please marry me.” He sighs happily as he takes the first sip of his coffee. It’s black heaven. Tasting just the right amount of roasted and smooth.
“Hey, no marrying my staff!” Jared climbs on his stool next to Jensen and gets his own cup of coffee. A third one follows for Chad, who’s leaning against the counter, munching a cookie. “If someone is getting married it’s us.”
At this Chad snorts into his coffee cup and Jensen just raises an eyebrow. Linda just pats Jared’s hand and smiles indulgingly at him. “Sure, honey.”
Jensen can’t help himself. He starts laughing at Jared’s incredulous stare and Linda’s smug smile. Sometimes he wonders how Linda started working for Jared. If Jared actually employed his housekeeper or if she just turned up one day and stated that from now on she would rule this household. On days like today, he’s rooting for the latter.
“Aw, don’t do that to him.” Chad cackles gleefully. “He’ll be all weepy and sad for the rest of the day.”
To keep things from escalating, Jensen hugs Jared and purrs into his ear: “Chad and Linda are just jealous.”
Linda just laughs and Chad gags for dramatic effect. “Gross.”
“Why are you here any way?” Jared grabs two cookies, sending his housekeeper a look to make sure she sees him defying her prior orders, and takes his cup of coffee. “First you cock-block me and now you’re making fun of me.” The look Chad gets should most probably be scrutinizing but it makes Jared look all squinty-eyed.
“I just wanted to make sure that Mr. Matchmaker is alive and well.” Back to sipping his coffee, Chad is well on his way of finishing off his second cookie. “When we dragged him home this morning, he was more dead than alive.”
And just like that, the joke’s on Jensen again. It’s not even funny to begin with. For one, Jensen has no recollection what so ever of the events that everyone is referring to, and second, he really hates being the one who everybody laughs about after a party because he did something so stupid and embarrassing that everyone will remember it even years after.
“Yeah well, he was quite grouchy today, but if you can get drunk, you can get up the morning after.” The way they are talking about him like he isn’t even there is starting to grate on Jensen’s nerves.
“You do realize that he’s right here, so you don’t have to talk about him in third person.” Just like he did himself right now. Jensen glares at the two chuckleheads who are gleefully grinning at him. “Shut up, you idiots.”
“Aw, don’t be like that!” Chad strolls over to him and places his arm around Jensen’s shoulders. “You were absolutely amazing last night. At first I though that with all the stars you would be all quiet, but Genevieve and Hayden got you all liquored up.”
Which poses a question he can’t help but ask: “Where were those two when all of it went down?”
“They were so drunk, Genevieve was sleeping with her head on a table and Hayden was making out with this one of the boxers, you know, one of the Klitschko brothers.” Jared’s smile has mellowed from smug to reassuring. “They were no better off than you were.”
“With the big difference that they did not play gay matchmaker.” Jensen takes another piece of toast and takes a bite. “Just tell me, how embarrassing was it?”
“For you?” Chad doesn’t even have to think about the answer. “Not at all. You were all chummy with Zac Efron, his girl already gone home because of some fight they had, and all of a sudden Zac strides through the room, walks right up to Shia Labeouf, who was trying his best to get into the pants of Megan Fox, and laid a kiss on him.”
Jared and Chad laugh as they remember. Jensen thinks he can see a blurry image of what they are talking about. Nothing clear, but enough to confirm what he’s being told.
“At first we all feared that there would be a fight, but then Labeouf just grabbed him and from then on it was impossible to separate them.” Chad shakes his head. “I really don’t want to know what happened this morning.”
“Just imagine Hudgens waking up to an empty bed or better even, to a bed with Zac and Shia in it.” At this the two actors start laughing again, even Linda joining in. Jensen can’t help but hide his face behind his hands, groaning at what he caused to happen.
“This is not even remotely funny.” But his protests are just met with even more laughter. “Really, not funny.”
He wants to explain in detail how bad his situation is, when there is the sound of the dogs barking and the front door is opened. They turn towards the kitchen door, curious about the visitor. It doesn’t take long and a disheveled looking Zac Efron is standing in the room with them, Dean, Sadie and Harley dancing around his feet, competing for his attention. The human though, only has eyes for the four people staring right back at him.
“Dude, I slept with Shia!” Suddenly Jensen breaks out laughing so hard that tears run down his face. Finally he gets what everybody had been so amused about.
Linda just makes another cup of coffee which she hands over to the newest addition of the breakfast/lunch meeting, and turns back to the food she’s cooking.
“Yeah, we know.” Chad just pats Zac’s shoulder and steers him to the stool Jared had vacated. “Does Vanessa know?”
At the fearful look in his eyes, they realize that Vanessa Anne Hudgens knows only too well what her boyfriend had been up to. “I’m sorry, dude.”
Jensen nods his agreement to Jared’s statement, pushing the plate of cookies closer to the young man. The defeated air around him makes everyone want to cheer him up. Even the dogs have decided that they need to keep an eye on the strange human. Dean is pressing close to the stool Zac is sitting on, while Sadie and Harley are sitting watch on each side of him.
The thing is, that there’s not really a lot they can do for him, except let him hide out with them. Taking a sip from his coffee, which is more cold than warm now, Jensen wonders what will happen from here, and if from now on his life will turn into one of these stories that are told on the glossy magazines.
What happened to the real life he had been leading in the past? One look at Jared, who is trying to do what he can for his friend, and Chad, who is talking trash about the jealous rampaging girlfriend, reminds Jensen that even though his life is nothing like what it used to be, he likes where he is right now. In this kitchen. With these people.
continue: Part Five