Fic: Betting is Bad for Your Sanity

Nov 18, 2007 00:32

Author: gestaltrose
Title: Betting Is Bad For Your Sanity 1/2
Pairing: J2 Jared/Jensen RPS
Rating: Adult, if you are not old enough don't click
Word count: 5418
Beta The ever wonderful monica_catch22
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Slash, use of Jared and Jensen’s friends for my own nefarious purposes.
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own twisted little mind. It in no way reflects actual things that may or may not have happened with any or all of these people. In other words I made it all up. No real people or dogs were harmed in the making of this fic.
Summary: Jared loses a bet to Chad and really doesn’t like the price he has to pay. But Jensen comes and helps so everything’s good.
Notes: This is a gift fic. I wrote it for jelloh0530. She gave me the prompts of and I will quote, “First time j2. That's all I got. Ok wait - First time J2 and eyeliner. Yeah. Wait - first time J2 and eyeliner and shaving.”

I’m not sure this is where you wanted me to go hon but that’s where I went. *grins*



Betting is Bad for Your Sanity

Jared sat in front of the mirror in his bedroom; tears were most definitely not trying to escape his eyes. Looking around at what two days worth of shopping and five hundred dollars later had got him; white dress with white lace shawl, check, white pumps, check, special strapless bra and underwear check, makeup, check. He had everything he needed to do what he had been told to do but no idea how to do it.

He wanted to slam his head into the dresser in front of him. How could he have been so stupid? Every time he bet Chad he lost. He knew it and yet somehow Chad always suckered him into another one. Looking in the mirror told him he didn’t have a chance in hell of pulling this off. . .then he’d just owe Chad something more or, god help him, worse.

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“I bet you can’t ask Sandy to move up here with you,” Chad had challenged him. ‘What makes you think I haven’t?’ was on the tip of his tongue when Chad’s fiancé, Kenzie, spoke up.

“No, he has to ask her to marry him.”

Jared was a laid back kind of guy but never had he wanted to strangle a woman more. ‘Cause somehow he just knew what was going to happen.

“No, way. Kenzie, my love. Jared and Sandy have their 'arrangement' and it works for them.” Chad looked at Jared while he spoke.

Jared nodded.

“But even if he wanted to, Sandy wouldn’t agree, so he doesn’t ask.”

Jared had started to nod again. Wait, what? He looked at Chad who gave him a small smile and a shrug. “It’s true, isn’t it? You’ve wanted to ask her for a year now Jare. And yet here you sit, no Sandy.”

Well, he couldn’t deny that he had wanted to ask Sandy to be his wife, since he had talked with Chad about it, in confidence. He gave his friend a glare.

“Fine Jared, glare at me if you’d like but I dare you to ask her. See what she says.”

Jared hadn’t out right said no so Chad had taken it that he had accepted the thing. So that was how he had ended up here. He had actually been planning on asking Sandy to marry him, so he kind of used Chad’s dare as a push to do it. As he sat at dinner with her a month later, ring in his pocket, he found himself asking if this is what he really wanted to do. He had changed his mind, and the relief when he did was quickly followed by guilt. Why would he feel like he had just side stepped an accident? He loved Sandy and she loved him but. . . it was more like a friendship kind of love, he concluded after a few of days of contemplation.

He hadn’t had to tell Chad; the man had just known by looking at Jared that he hadn’t done it. Jared looked at the ground and missed the fond smile that Chad gave him.

“Now it’s time for fun.”

“No, I’m not in the mood for your kind of fun.”

“Come on Jare. It’ll be a challenge to your acting ability, I promise.”

“What? I have to act happy?” Jared snapped out and Chad held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry,” Jared mumbled in apology.

“If this isn’t a total blast, then you get to tell me to do whatever you want and I will.” Chad was, unfortunately, a good negotiator.

“Let me get this right,” Jared looked closely at Chad, looking for some sign of a trick. “If I don’t enjoy this dare of yours, then I get to tell you to do something, anything, and you’ll do it?” When Chad nodded Jared snorted. “You got it.”

“But, you’ve got to really try to do this. If you don’t, I get to pick something else for you to do. You up for it, Jare?”

“Bring it on.”

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So, that was how he ended up here. Honestly Jared was confused, why would Chad gave him this challenge when it was obvious that he was going to win? Shopping had been hell (not to mention embarrassing) but he had agreed to really try. So he was really trying. He looked in the mirror and then just shook his head and lay it down in his arms.

Someone came in the door, and by the way Sadie and Harley were acting, it had to be Jensen. Oh, god, Jensen. Jared turned and pulled the bedspread from where it was crumpled on the floor. Standing he flipped it over the stuff on the bed, covering the dress and assorted garments but he couldn’t do anything about the makeup before Jensen walked in the door.

Jen looked at the crooked bedspread with a small smile as if he knew what was under it and then he looked at Jared. Suddenly, the smile dropped and Jensen became quite serious. “What’s wrong?”

Jared tried for confused, but he was afraid he missed it by a bit. “What do you mean?”

“Chad’s girl. . . Kenzie called me and said Chad had dared you to do something stupid and that you agreed to it.”

“Really, Jen? Don’t you think I learned after the last time?”

“Jay, with Chad you never seem to learn.”

Jared couldn’t help but agree. “But, I’ve got him dead to rights if I can only do this thing.”

“She told me what it was, too, Jared. Let me see if I can quote her quoting Chad,” Jensen cleared his throat and went into a fairly good impression of Kenzie. “You have to ‘pass as a woman, go to a bar and get some guy to buy you a drink, photos required of you in drag.’ Am I right?”

When Jared failed to disagree, Jensen shook his head at Jared.

“And you promised that you would try your best. So,” Jensen looked around before walking to the closet. “What were you thinking of wearing? ‘Cause, dude, I gotta tell you,” he pulled out Jared’s favorite shirt, a faded green button-down that was kind of gnawed on at the bottom, “this? Ain’t gonna work.” Hey, his dogs loved him what could he say.

He knew that what he had wouldn't work that was why he had gone shopping, for all of his worthless junk. Nodding, Jared reluctantly lifted the blanket off of the stuff on the bed.

“Now, this is what I’m talking about.” Jensen lifted the dress. “Strapless? Won’t that just make your shoulders look even bigger?” Jared shook his head and Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Show me.”

Deciding that it didn’t matter how much more he was going to be humiliated, Jared grabbed the dress and all the stuff and headed for the bathroom. Jen seemed to know that he needed some privacy in order to try and do this, if his decision to not follow Jared was any indication.

He hung the dress up on the shower curtain rod and stripped. He had found this wonderful person, Ms. Divine on the internet and had been lucky, as she was in Vancouver. So he contacted her. Apparently a lot of transgender and transsexuals went to her for advice. She had pointed him in the right direction to find the things he would need to pull this off and a few other suggestions. Her parting comment had been about how he needed to make sure to wax and shave. He had gotten the waxing done but he still needed to shave his face and his pits.

Now he felt like a complete idiot as he slid into his ‘underwear’. It was called a Hide-Away Gaff and he tucked his cock into the front pouch before tightening the thing down so that he looked fairly smooth. He had decided against the suggested padded panties since he had kinda a bubble butt anyway; at least that’s what Sandy had always told him. Looking down at his lack of ‘hips’ he thought maybe he had made a mistake.

He dug around in a bag on the floor until he came up with his ‘cleavage creator’ and he wrestled with the damn torture device. It pushed his skin and muscles up so that if he looked down he saw some unnatural bulges that didn’t resemble anything approaching cleavage to him. But Ms. Divine had shown him that with a couple of silicone inserts in a real bra it looked good. So he grabbed the inserts and the strapless bra out of the bag.

Next was the actual outfit. Slipping the dress over his head, he moved a bit as it fell, doing a kind of shimmy to get it to slide down. Tying the white leather choker around his neck he felt the silver star that dangled from it hit his chest. Ms. Divine had assured him that it hid his Adams apple and also directed the eye down to the cleavage.

Now he regretted the lack of a full length mirror in the bathroom, something that he had never thought would be a problem. Sliding into the pumps, he tried to get into character. He needed to be a woman, a really tall, slightly hairy woman, but a woman.

He had been working on her for the past couple of days as he had been shopping and doing everything else he normally did. Her name was Michelle. She was up visiting from Texas, so she could have his twang. Her sister had gotten married and Michelle had decided to have one last night on the town before heading back home. She wasn’t used to dressing up quite so nice, but she knew how to move. Jared let Michelle slide over him, like he had slid the dress on.

‘She’ opened the bathroom door and grabbed the shawl off the counter before looping it over her arms. Watching for Jen’s reaction, ‘Michelle’ strolled out, hips swaying with assistance from the pumps that she wore, and did a little catwalk turn for him.

“Dude,” Jensen finally said, awe or something in his voice.

Jared dropped ‘Michelle’ and grinned at his best friend. “Dude, like ‘that’s fugly dude?’ Or what?”

“You, you. . .” Jensen couldn’t talk while he looked him over from head to toe.

The dress was strapless but it had a thin spaghetti type strap that went across Jared’s left shoulder and the cleavage seemed to throw Jensen off. Jared stood as Jen’s eyes traced him from top to bottom. Unknowing that the way the dress was cut, had his legs looking like they went on forever, which they actually kinda did anyway but the damn slit up the side with thin pieces of material crossing in making a kind of ladder up to his hip didn’t help.

“That bad?” Jared asked a little sad; he really had tried his hardest.

Jensen shook his head. “No, you’re gorgeous.” Jared scrubbed at his five-o’clock shadow. “We need to get rid of that and your underarm hair. ‘t’s a good thing you’ll have time to grow it out before your next ‘love’ scene.” Jensen looked him over again. “Your legs. . .” he seemed to be unable to stop staring, “the hair?” Then he noticed something else. “Man, where’s your cock?”

“Waxed,” Jared answered the questions in order and then patted his flat front. “It’s here.”

Nodding even though he obviously couldn’t see any evidence of what Jared had said, Jensen pushed him back to the bathroom with orders to get into his boxers and come back out. Jared rolled his eyes and headed off to the bathroom, but a thought occurred to him when he got there as he turned and looked at Jen.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you helping me with this?”

Jen just gave him a small smile as a reply and Jared shook his head as he shut the door. Stripping took a few moments, much quicker than getting dressed. Hanging the dress back up, Jared looked at it critically, wondering what Jen saw that had given him that expression of awe. Jared had tried the dress on, without all the undergarments just to make sure it would work and it had fit. He had thought that maybe he looked good in it, but not that good.

He walked back out in his boxers and found Jen going through the makeup on the dresser. “Most of this ‘ll work. Why didn’t you just ask Shannon from make up to help you?” Jensen asked.

Jared had wanted to do it on his own. “That’d be cheating.” And Jensen just shook his head at him.

“Asking for help isn’t cheating, idiot.” Looking around he asked, “You got razors? Gell?” Jensen got a nod to both questions. “Then let’s do this.” He grabbed Jared and dragged him back to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. “Top down,” he murmured to himself as he grabbed the unopened package of razors and the new can of shaving gel. Jared wasn’t even sure what he meant until Jensen was spreading the gel on his face.

“Jen, I’m not helpless. I can shave myself.”

“I’ve seen you shave, you miss more than you get, I swear.” He was standing between Jared’s legs and had tilted his head up for easier access. Jared huffed and his lower lip came out in a slight pout. Jensen thumbed it playfully. “Keep that up and I’ll end up cutting you because you distracted me.”

Jared ran the sentence over and over in his head, frowning a little. Then he broke out in a huge smile just as Jensen pulled the razor down his cheek. Jen moved it back before he cut Jared but it was a close thing. “What?”

I distract you, Jared thought but didn’t say. Looking into Jensen’s green eyes he just shook his head.

“I almost cut you. Don’t move,” Jensen ordered.

So Jared watched Jensen’s face as he shaved him. Except when Jen moved his head he kept his eyes on him. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to just look at Jen’s face without feeling self-conscious. Sure, as Sam he got to look at Dean all the time but it wasn’t the same. Now it was only Jen and Jared, and as Jared stared at Jensen’s lower lip, a thought ran through his mind that surprised him. He wondered what it would be like to kiss that lip, those lips.

Jared jerked back unconsciously and Jensen stopped again. “What is it? I’ve almost got your face done, then we can move on.”

Move on? Jensen wanted to shave the rest of him? Jared’s eyebrows rose. “Dude, Jen. Man, you don’t have to do that. . .I’ll get it.”

“Once again, I’ve seen you shave. Just let me do this, please?” When Jensen asked him for anything he was helpless to say no, as always. He nodded his consent as he didn’t trust his voice not to betray how much this meant to him. He swallowed and his Adams apple bobbed as he put a strangle hold on his emotions. There was no fucking way he was going to cry because Jensen wanted to shave him. No fucking way.

Jensen went back to dragging the razor across his cheeks, pushing him here and there. When he was satisfied he moved to Jared’s right arm. He pulled it out and examined it, looking in confusion at Jared.

“Waxed those too,” Jared admitted.

“When you go all out, you go all out. Why not?” Jen motioned to his underarms and Jared gave a sheepish smile. “What?” Jensen asked.

“Ummm she said it hurt more and she would have to do it a few times ‘cause the hair is so long. So. . .I just decided to shave it. Tina, the girl who did the waxing said that it would work.” Jared tried to justify his wimping out on getting it done.

Jensen shrugged. “Well, hairy armpit boy, let’s get you shaved then.”

Four razors and three cuts later (all three because Jared jumped), Jensen finished. Jared meanwhile had been thinking, and thinking about Jensen and him, about kissing, about Sandy and how he had never been this comfortable with another person in his life, including her.

One of those thoughts included how thankful Jared was that he had gotten his legs waxed. If Jensen had gotten down between his legs to shave him, Jared was pretty sure he would have noticed the erection that would have been staring him in the face, covered by boxers or not. As it was he had managed to keep it under control, or at least hidden.

Jensen looked at his watch and Jared felt instantly guilty. “Jen, thanks a lot for all your help but you don’t have to stay.”

“Idiot,” was all Jen said while he headed back into the bedroom. “You had to pick white?” Jared gave a sheepish grin.

“Looked good on me, at least I thought so.”

“Oh, it does,” Jensen agreed. “Get dressed, then we’ll do your makeup and hair.”

Jared decided that arguing that he could do it wouldn’t get anywhere now, just like it hadn’t before, so he went and got dressed, again. Getting back in the room, Jared saw that Jen had a curling iron plugged in. Where the hell. . .? Then Jared decided it had to be one of Sandy’s.

“Over here hairless boy,” Jen teased and he got Jared sitting down in front of him.

“You’ve been spending too much time as Dean, clearly.”

“Why?”

“You’re normally not quite this much of a smartass,” Jared said with a smile and Jensen gave him a laugh.

“Whatever,” Jen said and got to business. Jen began applying his makeup. Base, powder, blush, bit more powder, Jen was meticulous. Then he put on the eye shadow, a kind of bluish green, Jared thought with some browns and a cream color. Jared got to stare into Jen’s eyes as he put the makeup on. He was losing control of his feelings and he wasn’t sure what to do, so he sat and looked at Jen as he carefully blended things, his tongue caught between his teeth, and tried not to think.

Jensen tilted his head one way and then another. Then he picked up the eyeliner. Jared trusted that Jen would never hurt him, so he just did as directed, looked up, looked down, right and left then he got to look right at Jen and those eyes that were always happy to see him. Green and those lashes, and that mouth that was so close that all he needed to do is lean in. . .

And then Jared kissed Jensen. It was a dry buss that changed without him meaning to into something if different. Jen was frozen for a moment and wasn’t responding. So, Jared was pulling back when a hand came up and tangled in his hair, he tilted his head and found out just how good a kisser Jensen was.

Knowing your best friend was gay was one thing, taking advantage of it was something else entirely and Jared wasn’t about to take advantage of Jensen. Jared pulled back from what had been the best kiss of his entire life.

“Sorry, Jen.” Sorry, I took advantage of you. Sorry, I didn’t want to stop kissing you. Sorry, I want to fuck you into tomorrow but I can’t. Jared wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for but Jensen just pulled back. His eyes shuttered.

“Hair, you big pansy. We need to get your hair done.” Jensen moved away from him and Jared found that it almost physically hurt. Jen turned and picked up the curling iron and a brush.

“Jen,” Jared tried to explain.

“Let it go, Jay.” The underlying pain in Jensen’s voice stopped him from trying to go on.

“’kay” Jared acquiesced reluctantly. “Where did you learn to do this?”

“What? The hair and makeup? I did my own for ages, especially after the one time on Days when the poor new girl made me look undead.”

Jared laughed.

“No it’s true. . .” and Jensen launched into a story that he had told, oh probably a hundred times, fifty of those with Jared within hearing distance. Jared just listened, laughing in the appropriate places while Jen did things around his head with the curling iron and then some hairspray.

“I never knew you did your own after that.” Jared said as Jen finished the story and with his hair. Jensen just stood him up and turned him to face the mirror. Jared stared and ‘Michelle’ looked back at him. “Jensen,” Jared voice was full of awe now.

“You fix up right purtty there marm.” Jen drawled out playfuly.

“Why thank you sir,” ‘Michelle’ purred back.

“Pictures, then it’s time to go out.”

Jared stood up and ‘Michelle’ sashayed out of the room.

Jen watched him, eyes narrowed as if he knew Jared had changed.

Jared quickly ducked back into the room. “Harley and Sadie,” was all he said.

“I’ll go distract the dogs, so you don’t get paw prints on that dress.” Jensen grasped the problem immediately. Jared just nodded as Jen left. After a moment, he heard, “Jay, it’s safe now.”

Jared couldn’t get back into ‘Michelle’s’ head so he settled for just walking down the hall. Jen had dug out the digital camera. He was pointing it in Jared’s direction when he set it down. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Jared asked.

“It’s like you fell out of character or something.”

Jared nodded. “You can tell?”

“Hell yes. You wanna talk about ‘her’?” They sometimes did this when they were playing Sam and Dean. One of them would fall out of character and then the other one would talk them back into it. But you had to know the character first.

So Jared moved to sit on the edge of the couch and Jen stopped him by placing a hand on his arm. He tossed a clean towel on the hair covered thing and then let Jared sit. Jared perched on the edge unsure what to do with his legs, he slid them kind of sideways, ankles together, and started telling Jensen about Michelle.

Half an hour later Jensen had ‘Michelle’ posing against one of Jared’s walls. Then he showed the pics to Jared. As long as his enormous paws were wrapped in the shawl or just hidden from view, he thought that he might just pull this off.

Jen slipped away as Jared stared at the pictures of ‘Michelle’, returning in a suit maybe ten minutes later. Jared shook his head. “Jen you don’t have to.”

“I know that Jay. But I want to.”

“’kay,” Jared murmured without argument.

“Shall we go, my lady?” Jen held his arm out to Jared. Getting a look at the both of them together in the entryway mirror made him gasp. Jen was, as always, just downright handsome and Jared was. . .well he was ‘Michelle’.

Brown hair fell in loose curls around his head, it looked artless but he knew how long Jen had worked on it. His eyes were a surprisingly deep green. Somehow Jen had managed to bring out the green in his hazel eyes with the eye shadow, or maybe it was the black eyeliner that made them stand out so much. He was too tall to be a woman, and for that reason alone he had decided that no matter what he did, he’d still win this stupid thing. However, looking in the mirror he considered that he might have made a mistake. Jen was a genius.

He turned and looked at how he looked from the side. Lifting his neck he made sure the choker was doing its job. “You look beautiful.” Jensen stepped up and straightened the choker and patting Jared’s chest where the pendent hung. “Sexy and beautiful.”

“Thanks to you.” Jared noticed that Jensen had got his boots on, so now they were close to the same height. Jared sighed and slouched. “Too tall.”

Jen ran his hand down Jared’s back and Jared straightened up in reaction. “I’ve dated taller.” Jensen told him. “You know, back when I still dated women.”

“Name one.”

“Natalia.” Jen snapped out.

“The model? God man, she was one of the reasons I was sure you were straight: those legs, that ass.”

Jensen gave Jared a grin. “That’s what you were supposed to think, hell that’s what everyone is supposed to think.” Jensen’s grin ended with a sad little smile. Jared threw his arm around his best friend. As far as he knew, Jared was the only one of their friends he had told that he was gay. Jensen’s family knew, of course. It still meant a lot that Jen felt he could share something like that with him. He really was his best friend.

“About Natalia. . . I met her, remember we stood back to back and barefooted I beat her by two inches,” Jared said.

Jensen shrugged. “But Natalia in her heels beat you in your boots and those things,” Jen pointed at Jared’s pumps, “aren’t that much taller than your boots.” Jared had to concede the point. “So,” Jensen continued. “Stand up tall, you’re beautiful ‘Michelle’.” And he patted ‘her’ on the ass.

“Fine, let’s go.” No matter what Jensen said later he had not been pouting when they left.

Jensen drove and they ended up at Bukowski's Bar & Bistro and damn if everyone’s head didn’t turn as they came in. Jen was usually the center of attention when they were out together. At least until Jared opened his mouth and tried entertaining people. But this time, they both had their fair share of attention and Jared got more than a few passing glances from the men and couple of looks from the women.

Jen led him upstairs to the casual sitting area and over to a plush red velvet sofa. Jared slipped his shoes off and curled up on the couch, throwing the shawl over his legs to try to retain the illusion of modesty. Jen ordered them a couple of glasses of a wonderful wine; chardonnay he thought as he took a sip.

A couple came up the stairs and stood for a moment at the top. Jared recognized the type. Tourists, probably want their picture taken with the famous Mr. Ackles. The couple edged closer. The woman finally noticed that they were being watched, and then poking her man in the side, she walked up to ‘Michelle’.

“Uh. . .sorry to disturb you but me and the jerk there,” she motioned back towards her man, “have a bet. He says you’re Natalia Bush but I don’t think so. I think you’re just some girl.” The woman turned and glared at the guy she was with.

Jensen spoke up and politely informed her that no, ‘Michelle’ wasn’t Natalia but a friend from home.

The guy finally spoke up. “You’re Jensen Ackles; that’s why I thought she must be Natalia, ‘cause, man, you know how to pick them.” He gave an appreciative glance at ‘Michelle’ and added. “Sorry to have bothered you both.” He dragged his girlfriend or whatever she was away from Jen who had just signed a napkin for her.

Jensen gave him a smug grin as ‘Michelle’ took a sip of the wine. “Errr.. thanks,” ‘Michelle’ whispered to Jen.

“For?”

“For not letting me talk, I would have blown it.”

“Your crappy manly voice would have blown it,” Jensen teased.

“Dude, I can’t believe that guy thought I was Natalia.” Jared looked down at himself.

“You’re just as pretty,” Jen said and reached out and took one of ‘Michelle’s’ hand in his. Jared blushed. He blushed so hard that his ears were burning.

Jen stood and tugged ‘Michelle’ up. “Come on, you’ve done what you were challenged to.”

“Yeah, except for one thing.” ‘Michelle’ slipped away and Jared grabbed Jensen and pushed him into a secluded corner. With the couple leaving there wasn’t anyone else on this level, except them. “I was promised I would enjoy this, and all I have been able to think about is kissing you again. Not fun, not when I know I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” Jensen lifted his chin in challenge.

“Jen,” Jared whined. “Don’t. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Jensen reached up and wrapped his hands around the back of Jared neck and pulled him down for a kiss. This one was a touch of the lips then Jared pulled back and examined Jensen, looking for what he didn’t know. “Stop thinking and just kiss me,” Jen said.

Then it was wet and hot, tongues sliding, teeth biting, hair pulling oh god oh godohgod kissing. Jared became aware of what he was doing when he had shoved Jensen up against the wall and his head thumped.

“May. . .be,” he cleared his throat and tried again. “Maybe we should go.”

Jen looked as debauched as he felt. “Sorry Jen,” Jared tried to straighten his shirt out.

“Leave it Jay,” he took his hand. “Let’s go. But you may want to. . .” Jen looked down, Jared did too and oh lord his ‘boobs’ were crooked. Jared readjusted himself and as soon as Jensen pronounced him good, he slid back into his ‘Michelle’ role for just a little bit. As Jen pushed the door open they were accosted by at least three photographers. What the fuck?

Jared wouldn’t have had a problem with them but ‘Michelle’ did. Jensen stepped in front of him and answered a couple of questions and said that this was just a friend from home and they were just seeing the sights. Jen was unfailingly polite but he managed to extract them without too many more pictures being taken.

There was silence in the car. Both of them knew what damage a photo could do. Jared finally said, “What if?”

“They won’t.”

“But,” Jared couldn’t help but worry.

“But nothing Jay. Trust me. Just trust me.”

Jared nodded and sat back. Suddenly the price for losing the bet skyrocketed. If they figured out 'Michelle' was Jared. Shit, they would out both of them, never mind that he wasn’t gay. His gaze slid across the car to where Jen was driving. Or was he? He wondered as he stared at Jensen. They might lose their jobs, they might cancel Supernatural and it would be his fault.

Jensen drove around the block and made sure that there weren’t any photographers hiding in wait when they got to Jared’s house. Jared didn’t really get it. They were never accosted by the press anyway, when they went out. It was one of the things they loved about Vancouver. Why the hell had there been photographers there tonight of all nights? Had someone said something about Jen being with this large woman who might be his co-star in drag? Jared worried at his lip with his teeth.

Jen came around and opened his door. Being a girl around Jensen had some perks it seemed. He was helped out and Jen strolled to the door with his arm tucked into Jared’s. He could hear Harley and Sadie going off. Needing to take them out, Jared unlocked the door and turned the doorknob and Jensen stopped him from opening it.

“Listen dude. That isn’t their normal bark.”

Jared stopped. He had been so intent on letting them out, he hadn’t listened to their bark but obviously Jen had. He made eye contact with Jensen. He wasn’t going to leave his dogs, maybe Jen would call for help while he went in. The look he got from Jensen made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. Jared motioned him to call and all he got was a shake of a head. Fine.

Motioning one…two…three Jared burst in the door with Jen hot on his heels. Sadie came tearing in barking like mad and then she ran back out again. He could hear Harley growling down the hall.

“Whoever you are, we called the cops.” Jared called out. There was a loud yelp and then Jared was dashing down the hall after his dog. “Jay, wait.” Jensen tried to grab his dress. Running after him he stopped suddenly as Jared crouched and picked up something. Turning, he saw it was Harley.

“Jen. . .” Jared’s face said it all.

Part Two

gift fic, betting is bad for your sanity, rps, fic

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