Days Behind - Chapter 03
It took a while, but they finally got the take they needed of the garbage man dance and the group was sent home.
“Yeah, I don’t feel like going home,” Jensen said, wiping his makeup off in long stripes. “How ‘bout you guys?”
“I wanna go get a drink,” Christian threw his vest across the room, barely missing hitting Steve in the head.
“Oh, that’s different,” Jensen muttered under his breath, hoping no one would really hear him.
“We could go bowling,” Misha suggested, easing his beak off. “How about that?”
“Bowling could be fun,” Steve conceded, carefully taking off his coveralls. “I’m in.”
“There’s beer,” Christian shrugged, “I’m in.”
“Jensen?” Misha turned to the man he was sharing the mirror with.
Jensen thought for a moment. He really didn’t have anything else to do but go home and watch a few local newscasts he had recorded. And it wasn’t because of the guy who did the sports. “Yeah, I could stand to knock down a few pins and drink a little beer.”
“Another strike!” Misha did a little celebration dance, making Jensen laugh into his beer. “You’re up, Christian.”
“It’s Chris.” He put his own cup down and went to hold his hands over the air dryer before picking up the ball he had picked out earlier. Lining up his shot, he drew back his arm and let go of the ball. The ball wobbled a bit, but managed to knock down all of the pins beautifully. He calmly turned to the others with a smirk on his face. “That would be a strike.”
“I think that deserves another round,” Steve motioned the waitress over.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Jensen went to take his place on the lane. “We gonna do another frame after this?”
Christian took a frosty glass from the tray held out in front of him. “I’m kinda beat. We had a rough day filming today.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “You mean you had a rough day filming. I hit all my notes and marks.”
“Fuck you, Ackles.” Though the tone he used was lighthearted. “Ya’ll could all just hang out at my place, you know…”
Steve almost coughed his beer out of his nose. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Christian asked, taking a deep gulp.
Jensen looked sideways at Christian. “Did you just invite us all to your house?”
“Yeah, why? What’s so weird about that?”
“I think you should be cut off.” Steve reached for the plastic glass Christian held.
Christian gripped the glass tighter and held it out of Steve’s reach. “I think you touch my beer again, boy, Imma cut your hand off.”
“So, we’re going to Christian’s?” Misha sipped his cola. “That sounds fun. Never been to his house.”
Steve and Jensen both looked to Christian for the answer, almost afraid to hear it. “Yeah,” Christian nodded, “let’s do it.”
“Who’s up?” Misha smiled as he put his glass down.
“Steve.” Jensen looked over to see Steve patting Christian on the back.
“Yeah, just a minute,” he chugged the rest of his drink before taking his place.
“This is the last frame,” Misha observed as Steve lined up his shot.
“Yeah,” Christian all but grunted an answer. “And?”
“And…are you sure that you want all of us at your house?” The question was innocent sounding enough, but Christian could hear the weight in it.
“Yes, Collins, I want everyone to come back to my house.”
“Even me?”
“Yes. Now shut up before I change my mind.” The words may have been rough, but the smile around his glass as he drank was enough to have Misha smiling along.
Steve finished playing the last notes of the song as Christian sang. “What now?”
“What do you mean, what now?”
“Damn, man, my hands are tired from playing. What now?”
Christian thought for a second before a smile started on his lips. “I still have some of that stuff we bought a couple months ago…”
“Break it out then, Kane.” Steve put his guitar aside carefully and slid off the couch onto the floor.
“What about -“ Christian motioned with his head to Misha, who was busily trying to throw peanuts in the air and catch them in his mouth.
Steve looked over at Misha before leaning close to whisper, “I dunno. What should we -“
“Well, we could just wait - “ Jensen offered.
“But is that cool with you guys?” Christian whispered back.
“FYI, Christian, Misha smokes pot,” a grin broke out on the man’s face when they realized he could hear them the whole time. “He likes it, actually. And, truth be told, it’s kinda how he gets along with you assholes for long periods of time…”
“Well, hell,” Christian laughed, getting up. “I’ll be right back.”
Half an hour later, the four of them were in quiet contemplation of what may or may not have been the starting of a leak on Christian’s ceiling.
“I think it’s a spider, man,” Steve offered his opinion, inhaling and passing it on.
“Spider-man wasn’t that bad of a movie,” Jensen observed as he took what was offered to him.
“You know what was a bad movie?” Misha asked, not waiting for an answer. “Kingdom of the Spiders…”
“Dude, that so is a fucking spider,” Christian reached lazily for a shoe to throw at it. “Don’t anybody move.” He tossed the shoe he managed to grab in the direction of the spot, only to have it fall short and smack Misha right in the nose.
“SON OF A BITCH!” Misha moved faster than any man who had just spent thirty minutes smoking pot should ever move.
“Sorry…sorry…sorry…”Christian chanted amid the giggling he was involuntarily doing.
Misha griped his face and shook in anger, “I THING IT’S FUGGIN’ BROKEN!”
Steve got slowly to his feet and went to check on what was going on behind Misha’s hands. “Come on, man, let’s take this to the bathroom where the lighting is better and we can clean it up.”
“Didn’t mean to…” Christian was still apologizing as he idly followed behind Misha and Steve.
Jensen let out a chuckle as soon as he was sure that they were out of hearing range and moved to the couch, the tiny butt of the joint still in his hand. He shrugged and reached for the remote as he finished it off. Flicking on the television, he flipped through channels not really paying attention until he flipped by the news he usually taped. Going back, he looked at his watch, hoping he hadn’t missed the sports scores. When he saw he hadn’t, he settled back to enjoy a little bit of the view. Okay, so maybe he had a crush on the sports guy, but just a little.
The news had just ended when Misha came out of the bathroom, followed closely by Christian. “I said I was okay, Christian. You can leave me alone now.”
“But I feel so bad…”
“Don’t.“ Misha stopped and turned to look at the other man. “Unless you’ve just been waiting for the chance to do that. There are some people who believe that if you wait for something long enough that the universe will give you the opportunity to do the thing you are wishing for. Were you waiting for the chance to do that, Christian?”
“Why would you ask that?” Christian looked genuinely hurt.
“You don’t like me, Christian.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, you’ve said it to me enough in the past year.”
Christian thought for a minute. “Yeah, but I say it to everyone. Doesn’t mean I mean it. Shit, man.” He looked over to where Jensen was sitting on the couch, noticing that Steve had joined him and was rolling another joint. “Look, let’s just call it good then.” Christian offered his hand. “Friends?”
Misha eyed the hand for a moment before accepting it with a wary smile. “Yeah, Christian, friends.”
Christian’s face brightened and he clapped Misha on the back. “Great! So, what do you say to getting back to business?”
Misha smiled and patted Christian on the back before taking three long steps to reach the couch and fall between Jensen and Steve. Christian eyed the lack of close seating and smiled before falling on the entire group.
“Fire ‘em up, Stevie!” Christian moved Jensen’s arm so it would make a better pillow.
Twenty minutes later, and there was an open bag of marshmallows being passed around. Christian wasn’t even sure where they had come from, but he reached a hand in and grabbed as many as he could before turning the bag over to Jensen.
“Dude, these are like fluffy balls of goodness. This was a great idea.” Steve snatched the bag away from Jensen before he could tuck the whole bag away for himself. “Hey!”
“Man, you were going to start making out with them if I didn’t rescue the poor things,” Steve reasoned, holding the bag out for Misha to take his own handful before tucking them safely beside him on the couch.
“And what if I was?” Jensen smiled. “They would have loved every minute of it. I’m a pleaser, man.”
“TMI, man,” Steve shoved a handful of the marshmallows into his mouth as he spoke.
“Ew, marshmallow drool.” Christian pushed Steve as he made a disgusted face. “There are more creative things you could be doing with those.”
Jensen tossed a marshmallow he had licked in the direction of the couch. “Chris, spelling out ‘suck my dong’ in tiny colored marshmallows is not more creative.”
“The hell you say. That was fucking off-the-charts creative.” He looked at the marshmallow Jensen had thrown for a minute before popping it in his mouth.
“Dude! I licked that.”
“Dude. Calm down, not like we haven’t shared germs before.”
“That was an interesting thing to hear,” Misha propped his head in his hands as if there were going to be more details forthcoming.
“Nah,” Jensen waved it off. “Not really. It’s how we know Chris’s cut off point.”
“Bitch, you know I’m the best kisser you know.”
“Do we have to cut you off, Chris?”
“Did I make out with anybody yet, Steve?”
“No.”
“Then pass me another beer.”
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