The Way Some
Title: The Way Some
Author: johnnypurple
Pairing: Chad Lindberg/Gabriel Tigerman. Also, a bit of Jared/Jensen.
Rating: PG-13. Language and implied, ah, stuff.
Warnings: *cough* real person slash *ahem*. Yep, I write it and feel dirty.
Disclaimer: Yeah, this totally happened. I know because I am Jared I was there. *ahem* *shifty eyes*
Author’s Notes: nixwilliams’s overwhelming enthusiasm for the last bit and the fact that my brain is weird is the reason this now exists. Thank you, nixwilliams for the beta.
Feedback: Go on. Tease me.
There was something about Gabriel that made Chad play it up. Maybe it was that Gabriel’s surname was Tigerman but he looked like a little, lost, stoner hobbit. Or maybe it was that he was so earnest, those brown eyes taking everything Chad said so seriously. Which was not a wise move, in Chad’s book. It made Chad want to push it, to see how far he could go, how much bullshit he could string together before Gabriel would finally twig onto the fact that he was being had. Hopefully he could get Gabriel to clock him one. That would be an achievement.
“It makes me want to vomit,” Chad was saying. “Vomit out of my eyeballs. The way some couples-”
Chad gesticulated with his beer. Gabriel nursed his glass carefully with both hands, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. Chad sloshed his drink in the direction of Jared and Jensen, who were wrapped in each other, hardly breaking for air.
“In public and everything!” He muttered something in Russian and took another slug of beer.
Gabriel looked down, then glanced at Jared and Jensen. “They’re in love, I guess,” he said.
“They’re in want of a fucking room,” Chad replied. Then he burped a laugh. “Get it? A fucking-room!”
He drained his beer and looked pointedly at Gabriel. Gabriel made a noise at the back of his throat as though he was going to talk, but decided against it. He stood up. By the time he had come back from the bar, Chad had polished off the rest of Gabriel’s beer, too.
Gabriel plonked the fresh one on the table, sat down and said nothing.
“I tell you what,” Chad continued speculatively. “I bet you twenty, no, fifty bucks that those two,” he nodded towards Jared and Jensen, “don’t break apart for the next ten minutes. Fifty bucks and a beer.”
Gabriel glanced at them, his eyes impassive, then looked back at Chad. “OK,” he said.
Chad gave him a broad toothy grin.
“You do realise,” Gabriel said. “That it means we have to watch them - to make sure they don’t, you know.”
“Yeah,” said Chad. “I’ll probably puke.”
“Are you timing?”
“No. You are.”
“Ok,” Gabriel glanced at his watch, then at Chad, then back to Jared and Jensen. “Starting from - now.”
Gabriel has a memory of Chad falling off the pool table. Maybe it’s Chad as Ash; maybe it’s Chad between takes. Maybe it was out at the pub sometime and Chad was drunk and really did fall off the pool table, no kidding, no acting, just falling. Or maybe Gabriel just dreamt it, one of those vivid dreams where he can’t tell if he’s dreaming or if this is real life. Whatever it was, it’s wormed its way into his head, lodged there as a truth, like something hard between his teeth that he couldn’t help picking at with his tongue but couldn’t remove. He can picture it so clearly, Chad’s hair flicking round, that wicked look in his eye - the look he knows to watch out for. Then Chad overbalancing, the ungraceful fall onto the floor, the swearing and the laughing. For some reason the image keeps coming back to him. That it was Chad falling, through air, lost, out of control. Chad, and not him. He was just standing there watching. Chad was the one who was doing the falling.
It was twelve minutes before Jared and Jensen’s mouths broke apart, and even then, a smile twisted over Jensen’s lips and Jared just had to kiss him again.
Chad shot Gabriel a sideways glance. “There,” he hissed. “How long was that?”
“Twelve minutes.”
“I told you!”
Gabriel sighed. “Yeah, well,” he said. “I don’t have-” He broke off. “And I already bought you a beer.”
“Fuck the money,” Chad snarled. “Watching that shit made me as hard as a concrete pylon.” And there was that look in Chad’s eye, the one Gabriel thought he knew something about. “Fuck me,” Chad exclaimed. “Let’s fuck.”
Gabriel made to take a sip of beer before remembering his drink was empty. He carefully kept his face blank. “I’m straight,” he said.
“Not for me you’re not,” Chad smirked.
“No.” Gabriel sighed again.
Jensen and Jared looked over at them.
“What’re y’all talking about?” Jared asked.
Gabriel was sprawled over Chad, their limbs akimbo, their skin sweaty, their chests lopsided, pressed together. Some of Chad’s hair was clinging to Gabriel’s face. Gabriel’s head rested on Chad’s collarbone, his face turned away. In his line of sight was Chad’s shoulder, the edge of the bed, the floor, the wall, the closed door. Gabriel felt the rise and fall of Chad’s breathing. Chad moved his hand over Gabriel’s back, his fingers lightly touching, stroking, almost distracted, almost caressing.
“I told you you weren’t straight,” he whispered into Gabriel’s ear.
Gabriel had never heard him speak so softly. He smiled. But only because he knew Chad couldn’t see his face.
-end-
Author: johnnypurple
Pairing: Chad Lindberg/Gabriel Tigerman. Also, a bit of Jared/Jensen.
Rating: PG-13. Language and implied, ah, stuff.
Warnings: *cough* real person slash *ahem*. Yep, I write it and feel dirty.
Disclaimer: Yeah, this totally happened. I know because I am Jared I was there. *ahem* *shifty eyes*
Author’s Notes: nixwilliams’s overwhelming enthusiasm for the last bit and the fact that my brain is weird is the reason this now exists. Thank you, nixwilliams for the beta.
Feedback: Go on. Tease me.
There was something about Gabriel that made Chad play it up. Maybe it was that Gabriel’s surname was Tigerman but he looked like a little, lost, stoner hobbit. Or maybe it was that he was so earnest, those brown eyes taking everything Chad said so seriously. Which was not a wise move, in Chad’s book. It made Chad want to push it, to see how far he could go, how much bullshit he could string together before Gabriel would finally twig onto the fact that he was being had. Hopefully he could get Gabriel to clock him one. That would be an achievement.
“It makes me want to vomit,” Chad was saying. “Vomit out of my eyeballs. The way some couples-”
Chad gesticulated with his beer. Gabriel nursed his glass carefully with both hands, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. Chad sloshed his drink in the direction of Jared and Jensen, who were wrapped in each other, hardly breaking for air.
“In public and everything!” He muttered something in Russian and took another slug of beer.
Gabriel looked down, then glanced at Jared and Jensen. “They’re in love, I guess,” he said.
“They’re in want of a fucking room,” Chad replied. Then he burped a laugh. “Get it? A fucking-room!”
He drained his beer and looked pointedly at Gabriel. Gabriel made a noise at the back of his throat as though he was going to talk, but decided against it. He stood up. By the time he had come back from the bar, Chad had polished off the rest of Gabriel’s beer, too.
Gabriel plonked the fresh one on the table, sat down and said nothing.
“I tell you what,” Chad continued speculatively. “I bet you twenty, no, fifty bucks that those two,” he nodded towards Jared and Jensen, “don’t break apart for the next ten minutes. Fifty bucks and a beer.”
Gabriel glanced at them, his eyes impassive, then looked back at Chad. “OK,” he said.
Chad gave him a broad toothy grin.
“You do realise,” Gabriel said. “That it means we have to watch them - to make sure they don’t, you know.”
“Yeah,” said Chad. “I’ll probably puke.”
“Are you timing?”
“No. You are.”
“Ok,” Gabriel glanced at his watch, then at Chad, then back to Jared and Jensen. “Starting from - now.”
Gabriel has a memory of Chad falling off the pool table. Maybe it’s Chad as Ash; maybe it’s Chad between takes. Maybe it was out at the pub sometime and Chad was drunk and really did fall off the pool table, no kidding, no acting, just falling. Or maybe Gabriel just dreamt it, one of those vivid dreams where he can’t tell if he’s dreaming or if this is real life. Whatever it was, it’s wormed its way into his head, lodged there as a truth, like something hard between his teeth that he couldn’t help picking at with his tongue but couldn’t remove. He can picture it so clearly, Chad’s hair flicking round, that wicked look in his eye - the look he knows to watch out for. Then Chad overbalancing, the ungraceful fall onto the floor, the swearing and the laughing. For some reason the image keeps coming back to him. That it was Chad falling, through air, lost, out of control. Chad, and not him. He was just standing there watching. Chad was the one who was doing the falling.
It was twelve minutes before Jared and Jensen’s mouths broke apart, and even then, a smile twisted over Jensen’s lips and Jared just had to kiss him again.
Chad shot Gabriel a sideways glance. “There,” he hissed. “How long was that?”
“Twelve minutes.”
“I told you!”
Gabriel sighed. “Yeah, well,” he said. “I don’t have-” He broke off. “And I already bought you a beer.”
“Fuck the money,” Chad snarled. “Watching that shit made me as hard as a concrete pylon.” And there was that look in Chad’s eye, the one Gabriel thought he knew something about. “Fuck me,” Chad exclaimed. “Let’s fuck.”
Gabriel made to take a sip of beer before remembering his drink was empty. He carefully kept his face blank. “I’m straight,” he said.
“Not for me you’re not,” Chad smirked.
“No.” Gabriel sighed again.
Jensen and Jared looked over at them.
“What’re y’all talking about?” Jared asked.
Gabriel was sprawled over Chad, their limbs akimbo, their skin sweaty, their chests lopsided, pressed together. Some of Chad’s hair was clinging to Gabriel’s face. Gabriel’s head rested on Chad’s collarbone, his face turned away. In his line of sight was Chad’s shoulder, the edge of the bed, the floor, the wall, the closed door. Gabriel felt the rise and fall of Chad’s breathing. Chad moved his hand over Gabriel’s back, his fingers lightly touching, stroking, almost distracted, almost caressing.
“I told you you weren’t straight,” he whispered into Gabriel’s ear.
Gabriel had never heard him speak so softly. He smiled. But only because he knew Chad couldn’t see his face.
-end-