FIC: A bit of unsolicited advice (JP/CK)
Title: A bit of unsolicited advice
Author: irisgirl12000
Characters/Pairings: JP/CK, others implied
Rating: Teen
Beta: angela_snape did the honors.
Disclaimer: Fiction here. Not meant to imply anything about the actual behavior of the people whose names are being used.
A/N: Written for keyweegirlie, who made my lovely new header.
Jared wasn't sulking. He wasn't.
He had no reason to sulk. He was twenty-five, not five, and his best friend had thrown this awesome party for him. Belated, it's true, since they'd been working on his actual birthday, but still. He should be having a blast. So what if said best friend was hovering over Danneel in a dark corner, oblivious to the fact that Jared was alone?
It wasn't like they hadn't gone out on his birthday - Jen had ended up stumbling up to Jared's hotel room and crashing on his couch instead of heading to his own hotel, they had been out so late. And he shouldn't be desperate for Jen's attention: they had been together basically twenty-four/seven for the last week, ever since shooting for season three started. But that was work. This was supposed to be play.
"Better pull in that lip or something will roost on it."
Jared recognized the twang in the voice, and he turned his head, already knowing who had joined him in leaning against the counter.
He was teetering between tipsy enough to be maudlin and drunk enough to be uninhibited, and Jared wasn't certain that he was in any fit state to deal with Christian fucking Kane. Because yeah, Jared might have a tiny bit of a man-crush on Jensen, but he was dealing with it, and no matter how well hidden he kept it, Chris would know. Chris always knew. And Jared didn't need God's gift to outlaw country giving him shit about it right now.
"Chris, how you been, man?"
Chris cocked his head and followed the direction Jared had been gazing before answering. "Can't complain when the shows sell out." He paused, taking a measured sip of beer. "Where's your girl?"
"We, ah, we decided to take a break."
Chris just nodded and gestured toward Jensen and Danneel with the bottle in his hand. His voice was quiet and serious when he spoke again. "You don't want to go there, Jay-red. Take my word for it."
"I don't know what you're talking about, man." Jared aimed for surprised, but he was pretty sure his words came out defensive.
Without shifting from his position against the counter, Chris turned to Jared, and the intensity of his gaze pinned Jared, silencing whatever he was going to say next.
"I'm telling you, you need to do something - anything - to get it out of your system. Tell him and let him say yes or no, find another pretty boy or girl to fuck, whatever. Just get over it."
"Dude, I'm telling you, there's nothing going on here."
Chris just kept looking at Jared, and the determination in his eyes gradually faded, to be replaced by an expression that Jared could only describe as defeated.
Oh. Oh.
Jared stared, dumbfounded, until Chris shook his head and walked away.
*
Mike was entertaining the remaining guests, the hardcore partiers, in the living room. Jared just couldn't get interested in his tales of the latest pranks on the Smallville set; he tried, but nothing was helping not to think about the fact that Jensen and Danneel had disappeared an hour before, and had yet to return. He abandoned the group, heading to the kitchen. Finding it empty, he grabbed an open bottle of tequila and headed through the back door to the patio. There, in the cooling darkness, was Chris, sprawled on the sofa. He hesitated for a second, then joined him.
"I'm sorry about earlier, man."
"No worries. Some of us just have to learn the hard way."
Jared wasn't sure which of them Chris was referring to until he glanced over and saw the self-deprecating smile on his face.
Jared had been drinking slowly but steadily all night, and he figured he must be drunk now, because something gave him the courage to ask, "Have you and Jen ever...?"
"No."
Jared thought that was the end of it. Chris was quiet for a long time, and they could hear a scream of laughter from inside.
"Not to say he wouldn't have. It's just... when Steve first introduced us, he was so young and pretty and green, and Steve, he knows me. Told me upfront not to fuck with Jensen. And you know how I am. That just made the idea stick even harder."
"Just Jen? Or other guys, too?"
"It's a little late to be having a sexual awakening, isn't it, Sasquatch?"
Jared shrugged and offered Chris the tequila. He wasn't going to count waking up naked with Chad after the cast party for House of Wax in his tally of past sexual activities.
"No, not just him. But that was the most... intense attraction I'd ever felt for a man. I've been with a few men, with my share of women. Before and since." He took a long gulp, shuddering as the alcohol burned down his throat and warmed his stomach. "Don't let a little thing like emotion get in the way of fucking. Sometimes sex is just relieving a need, like eating or sleeping or pissing."
Although Jared didn't really agree with that, Chris didn't give him a chance to argue.
"That's why I'm warning you now. Find somebody to help you fuck it out of your system before it takes root."
Maybe it was the sad acceptance in Chris's expression that made Jared do it. He reached out and put an arm around Chris, pulling him close. Chris resisted at first, but then gave in, slumping against Jared's side, his head on Jared's shoulder, and heaved a long sigh.
It was quiet for a few minutes while they stared out into the darkness.
"Steve know? Now, I mean."
"Nah. Well, maybe. He's never said, since that first warning. Sandy?"
"S'why we're taking a break. She got tired of hearing about him and seeing him all the time, weekends, work, and hiatus."
The bottle passed back and forth between them a few more times. Jared could hear people talking, heard the sound of the front door slamming. He supposed he should feel uncomfortable here, but the silence between them wasn't strained or stilted, and he wasn't in a hurry to break it.
*
The sky was changing from navy to grey, and Jared was still sitting on the old sofa on the back porch. Current projects, future work, sports, music, what the other half of Kane was doing right now had all been discussed, and silence had fallen again. There was maybe a finger of tequila left in the bottle dangling from his hand, and Chris was a warm weight settled against his side and thigh. Chris took the bottle, but instead of drinking from it, he set it down. Jared tilted his head Chris's direction to find himself the object of intense scrutiny from a pair of clear blue eyes.
He was not surprised when Chris leaned closer and kissed him, a swipe of chapped lips and smoky, liquor-flavored breath. Jared wondered if maybe the whole night had been leading to this moment.
When the kiss ended, Jared opened his eyes - when had they closed? he wondered - and looked at Chris again. There was a question there, a request for permission on his face.
Jared leaned back into the corner of the sofa so that he could stretch his legs the length of it, pulling Chris over with him.
He figured that was answer enough.
Author: irisgirl12000
Characters/Pairings: JP/CK, others implied
Rating: Teen
Beta: angela_snape did the honors.
Disclaimer: Fiction here. Not meant to imply anything about the actual behavior of the people whose names are being used.
A/N: Written for keyweegirlie, who made my lovely new header.
Jared wasn't sulking. He wasn't.
He had no reason to sulk. He was twenty-five, not five, and his best friend had thrown this awesome party for him. Belated, it's true, since they'd been working on his actual birthday, but still. He should be having a blast. So what if said best friend was hovering over Danneel in a dark corner, oblivious to the fact that Jared was alone?
It wasn't like they hadn't gone out on his birthday - Jen had ended up stumbling up to Jared's hotel room and crashing on his couch instead of heading to his own hotel, they had been out so late. And he shouldn't be desperate for Jen's attention: they had been together basically twenty-four/seven for the last week, ever since shooting for season three started. But that was work. This was supposed to be play.
"Better pull in that lip or something will roost on it."
Jared recognized the twang in the voice, and he turned his head, already knowing who had joined him in leaning against the counter.
He was teetering between tipsy enough to be maudlin and drunk enough to be uninhibited, and Jared wasn't certain that he was in any fit state to deal with Christian fucking Kane. Because yeah, Jared might have a tiny bit of a man-crush on Jensen, but he was dealing with it, and no matter how well hidden he kept it, Chris would know. Chris always knew. And Jared didn't need God's gift to outlaw country giving him shit about it right now.
"Chris, how you been, man?"
Chris cocked his head and followed the direction Jared had been gazing before answering. "Can't complain when the shows sell out." He paused, taking a measured sip of beer. "Where's your girl?"
"We, ah, we decided to take a break."
Chris just nodded and gestured toward Jensen and Danneel with the bottle in his hand. His voice was quiet and serious when he spoke again. "You don't want to go there, Jay-red. Take my word for it."
"I don't know what you're talking about, man." Jared aimed for surprised, but he was pretty sure his words came out defensive.
Without shifting from his position against the counter, Chris turned to Jared, and the intensity of his gaze pinned Jared, silencing whatever he was going to say next.
"I'm telling you, you need to do something - anything - to get it out of your system. Tell him and let him say yes or no, find another pretty boy or girl to fuck, whatever. Just get over it."
"Dude, I'm telling you, there's nothing going on here."
Chris just kept looking at Jared, and the determination in his eyes gradually faded, to be replaced by an expression that Jared could only describe as defeated.
Oh. Oh.
Jared stared, dumbfounded, until Chris shook his head and walked away.
*
Mike was entertaining the remaining guests, the hardcore partiers, in the living room. Jared just couldn't get interested in his tales of the latest pranks on the Smallville set; he tried, but nothing was helping not to think about the fact that Jensen and Danneel had disappeared an hour before, and had yet to return. He abandoned the group, heading to the kitchen. Finding it empty, he grabbed an open bottle of tequila and headed through the back door to the patio. There, in the cooling darkness, was Chris, sprawled on the sofa. He hesitated for a second, then joined him.
"I'm sorry about earlier, man."
"No worries. Some of us just have to learn the hard way."
Jared wasn't sure which of them Chris was referring to until he glanced over and saw the self-deprecating smile on his face.
Jared had been drinking slowly but steadily all night, and he figured he must be drunk now, because something gave him the courage to ask, "Have you and Jen ever...?"
"No."
Jared thought that was the end of it. Chris was quiet for a long time, and they could hear a scream of laughter from inside.
"Not to say he wouldn't have. It's just... when Steve first introduced us, he was so young and pretty and green, and Steve, he knows me. Told me upfront not to fuck with Jensen. And you know how I am. That just made the idea stick even harder."
"Just Jen? Or other guys, too?"
"It's a little late to be having a sexual awakening, isn't it, Sasquatch?"
Jared shrugged and offered Chris the tequila. He wasn't going to count waking up naked with Chad after the cast party for House of Wax in his tally of past sexual activities.
"No, not just him. But that was the most... intense attraction I'd ever felt for a man. I've been with a few men, with my share of women. Before and since." He took a long gulp, shuddering as the alcohol burned down his throat and warmed his stomach. "Don't let a little thing like emotion get in the way of fucking. Sometimes sex is just relieving a need, like eating or sleeping or pissing."
Although Jared didn't really agree with that, Chris didn't give him a chance to argue.
"That's why I'm warning you now. Find somebody to help you fuck it out of your system before it takes root."
Maybe it was the sad acceptance in Chris's expression that made Jared do it. He reached out and put an arm around Chris, pulling him close. Chris resisted at first, but then gave in, slumping against Jared's side, his head on Jared's shoulder, and heaved a long sigh.
It was quiet for a few minutes while they stared out into the darkness.
"Steve know? Now, I mean."
"Nah. Well, maybe. He's never said, since that first warning. Sandy?"
"S'why we're taking a break. She got tired of hearing about him and seeing him all the time, weekends, work, and hiatus."
The bottle passed back and forth between them a few more times. Jared could hear people talking, heard the sound of the front door slamming. He supposed he should feel uncomfortable here, but the silence between them wasn't strained or stilted, and he wasn't in a hurry to break it.
*
The sky was changing from navy to grey, and Jared was still sitting on the old sofa on the back porch. Current projects, future work, sports, music, what the other half of Kane was doing right now had all been discussed, and silence had fallen again. There was maybe a finger of tequila left in the bottle dangling from his hand, and Chris was a warm weight settled against his side and thigh. Chris took the bottle, but instead of drinking from it, he set it down. Jared tilted his head Chris's direction to find himself the object of intense scrutiny from a pair of clear blue eyes.
He was not surprised when Chris leaned closer and kissed him, a swipe of chapped lips and smoky, liquor-flavored breath. Jared wondered if maybe the whole night had been leading to this moment.
When the kiss ended, Jared opened his eyes - when had they closed? he wondered - and looked at Chris again. There was a question there, a request for permission on his face.
Jared leaned back into the corner of the sofa so that he could stretch his legs the length of it, pulling Chris over with him.
He figured that was answer enough.