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Roleplay	By : AlishaV Category: Individual Celebrities > Jensen Ackles Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Supernatural characters, nor do I know Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. This is total fiction, on which I make absolutely no money. (Sad but true.)

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“Now, try not to even breath until he cuts this off you,” said Shane, the costume designer’s assistant, as he sewed Dean’s green flannel shirt together at the buttonholes. He was using only one strand of thread so that the faux knife could slice through it easily.
“I’m supposed to be struggling, Shane. Kinda hard to struggle without breathing.”
The pretty and very, umm, happy young man – twink was the vernacular, Jensen was almost positive – shrugged, blithely unconcerned. “Do what ya gotta do, Jen,” he said. “But if you rip it we’ll just have to spend more time sewing it back up.” He laughed merrily. “I mean, exactly how long do you want to be here kissing Jared?”
Jensen had no intention of answering that question.
Shane finished the last stitch. “There, all set for the hot man-sex!” He clapped his hands together. “This should be hysterical.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen asked, trying not to sneer at the kid. Normally, Jensen found Shane’s flamboyancy harmless and cute. Today, he kind of wanted to punch him in the face.
“Oh, pleeeassse! Two straight boys trying to act hot for each other?” Shane rolled his eyes. “You may get your fan’s panties all bunched up but real queers are gonna see right through that shit. It’s ridiculous.”
Less than twenty-four hours ago, Jensen would have wholeheartedly agreed. Now – not so much. “You’re faith in our acting ability is underwhelming, Shane. Thanks.”
“Don’t be pissy, Jen. It has nothing to do with your—” Shane used the double quotes gesture. Jensen really freakin’ hated the double quotes gesture. “’—acting ability.’ I’m just saying, you’ll be leaving the real fags totally cold.” Shane must be allowed to say fag ‘cause he was one. Good to know. Shane shrugged and made a pouty mou of his mouth. “Which is a shame,” he went on. “Because there sure are a lot of us out there.”
“I’ll bet you fifty bucks you’re wrong.” Jensen’s brows shot up. Where had that come from? “Fifty bucks says your panties will be plenty bunched by the time we’re done.” And he was still talking. WTF?
Shane cocked his head. “Uhh, okay. But how will you know if you’ve won the bet, smartie?”
Jensen let his eyes drop to Shane’s crotch, his package neatly outlined by the seam of his snug hip-hugger jeans. “I think I’ll know,” he said.
For the first time in....ever, Jensen saw Shane blush. He stuck out his hand though, the little trooper. “You’re on! Easiest fifty I’ll ever make.”
Jensen shook Shane’s hand, but he wasn’t really paying attention to him anymore. Jared had just ambled onto the set, and...
Shane whistled long and low. “Eye candy at twenty paces,” he cooed. “Maybe this won’t be a total disappointment after all.”
Jared had looked up at the whistle. He grinned. Jensen snapped his jaw shut.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Jared asked Shane, laughing as he headed over to join them.
Jensen’s co-star was wearing a pair of cream suede pants – skin-fucking-tight – knee-high combat boots, and nothing else. The outfit was a polar opposite of Sam Winchester’s customary layers. His hair wasn’t hanging in face like usual, either. Oh, no. It had been tousled back from his forehead to fall in soft waves down to his collarbone. He looked like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed, for crying out loud! And, Jesus, was that eyeliner? It was subtle, but Jared’s almond eyes definitely looked...smoky.
Jensen had come twice in past hour. He couldn’t be getting hard – it was bloody impossible! Apprehension swept up his spine. God, he so couldn’t do this. Not again. Not in front of fucking everyone! He barely noticed the props guys chaining his wrists down. Full on panic had set in.
“Doesn’t matter if I like what I see,” Shane said with a cheesy smirk. “Though I definitely do. What matters is, does Jensen like what he sees. He’s the one who’s going to be making out with you for the next six hours.”
They both turned to look at Jensen expectantly.
“Oh, for— Why don’t you both fuck off?” Jensen said, trying to sound pissed off instead of scared shitless – trying to look anywhere but at Jared’s make-up enhanced abs.
Shane laughed, saying something about easy money as he left.
Jared turned away, too, wearing a funny expression on his face. He seemed...annoyed? Frustrated? Disappointed? Shit! How come Jared was so hard to read all of a sudden?
Just in case he’d accidentally hurt his friend’s feelings – Christ, what bizarro alternate reality was this where Jensen had to be worried about hurting a guy’s feelings just because he hadn’t told him how hot he looked? – ...but still, just in case, Jensen called, “Jay, you look good,” before his friend was out of earshot.
Jared paused, mid-stride, and tossed a smile over his shoulder. “Glad you think so, Jen. It’s all for you.”
What?
What??
“Places, everyone. Scene 18, take one – in three, two...
***
Jensen struggled madly as Jared – Lucifer – stepped from the deep shadows at the edge of the warehouse, all while trying to keep his torso perfectly still – which was just as difficult as he’d known it was gonna be. Stupid costume people.
“Mr. Winchester,” Jared said, hands on his hips. He stopped about three feet away, looking like some sort of pagan sex god. And yes, Jensen’s cock was rock hard again, thank-you very much.    “Lovely to see you,” the devil said. “As always.”
Jared stroked a hand over his own taut stomach – the gesture at once sensual and entirely casual. Jensen’s eyes tracked the movement, helpless not to.
“I don’t suppose we could dispense with the torture part of this evening’s entertainment?” Jared asked, his voice sex, drugs, chocolate, and pretty much every other illicit thing in the whole damn world. “It would be so much easier if you just let Michael in now and saved us both the trouble. Don’t you agree?”
“It’s never gonna happen, you bastard!” Jensen said, his voice just as low and raspy as the first time he’d said those words. Nothing to be done about it; he was lucky he could speak at all. Jensen had just noticed that Jared’s cock was hard, too. It was a big, obvious bulge – seeing as how he had no convenient shirttails to hide behind.
If Jensen could see the rigid outline of Jared’s erection then everyone could see it. His co-star didn’t appear to give a flying fuck, though, so why should Jensen? It was just a bit difficult to tear his eyes away from, is all.
Jared closed the distance between them, every step choreographed eroticism. When he stopped, his hot, bare chest burned through the single layer of flannel separating their skin. Right on cue, Jensen started hyperventilating. His cock flexed, hard and eager.
Jensen attempted to reason with his penis. There were thirty goddamn people standing around watching, so just cut it the fuck out! His cock ignored him, cheerfully continuing to throb and drool and generally make a huge nuisance of itself.
Jared leaned down and rubbed his cheek over Jensen’s hair. When Jensen jerked away, Jared grabbed his chin, tilting his face back up. His index finger stroked slowly over Jensen’s bottom lip. “Oh, but it is,” he said, allowing the tip of his finger to dip into Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s tongue slid against it – an inadvertent muscle spasm, surely.
“Ahhhh,” Jared breathed, almost – but not quite – without making a sound. For one heart-stopping instant, he pushed deeper into Jensen’s mouth, before abruptly taking his hand back. “It is going to happen,” he promised again.
According to the script, the devil was going to pull Dean’s head to the side and lick his neck now. Jensen’s cock flexed again, nuzzling Jared’s thigh. Jared answered with a subtle hip roll – but he made Jensen wait for that lick – just a quarter of a second – just long enough for every muscle in Jensen’s body to coil.
Aaand, there was the neck wrench.
It hurt.
It felt great.
Next came the glide of Jared’s strong, wet tongue.
Jensen’s ‘Ahh!’ wasn’t nearly as quiet as Jared’s had been.
“You can’t fight destiny,” Lucifer whispered.
Jensen waited, heart in his throat, for the bite he knew was coming. The one that didn’t come.
Disappointment washed over him and Jensen told himself not to be so stupid. It was good that Jared was sticking to the script. It was.
“Just let Michael in,” the devil encouraged. “We’ll fight. The world will end... Or not.” Jared pulled back a bit to look down into Jensen’s eyes. His own eyes were dark and strangely...somnolent? But maybe that was a trick of the flickering orange light. Much of the lighting for this scene came from fires lit in ten-gallon drums around the warehouse. “Why not just let it happen?” Lucifer asked, smiling gently. “You can’t keep fighting forever.”
“Watch me.”
Jared reached for the knife tucked into the small of his back. Instead of running it down Jensen’s cheek, he traced the point over Jensen’s lips. Hmm. Jared had some kind of oral fixation going on today.
To test that theory, Jensen’s tongue flicked across his lower lip, tasting the bowie’s steel. For just an instant, the sleepiness in Jared’s eyes cleared, replaced by a glitter of desire. Almost at once, though, that sexy gleam faded away. Jared said his next line right on cue. The jerk.
“Alastair tells me torture isn’t very effective on you, Dean.”
Now the knife rose to trace Jensen’s cheekbone. Lucifer trailed the blade along Dean’s jaw and then dipped lower to circle his Adam’s apple. Slightly harder pressure let Jensen know that he’d been cut and he hissed – also right on cue. So far so good.
The point of the knife slipped down until it hit Jensen’s first buttonhole. A flick of Jared’s wrist exposed his collarbone. Again Jared’s eyes flashed hunger. And again he seemed to shrug it off. Jensen swallowed an irritated sigh. This was going completely different from their rehearsal. It was just Jensen and Jared doing a scene together, with none of the unexplainable heart-pounding, brain-frying lust that had ripped through them yesterday. Well, at least not on Jared’s part, anyhoo.
Jensen had prayed for today to go like this. Exactly like this. He’d thought it was what he wanted.
He’d thought wrong.
What Jensen really wanted, he finally acknowledged – if only to himself – was for Jared to lose control again. He wanted to watch his friend come flying apart in his arms again. Cursing and moaning...perfect muscles straining...
“He said you were a tough guy – that before you broke, you’d actually come to enjoy the pain,” Jared went on, his voice thick and deep, with not even a hint of Texas drawl in it.
The tiny bud in Jensen’s ear started up, spouting Michael’s lines.
Jared languidly popped the next three nonexistent buttons on Jensen’s shirt and then spread the lapels. The knife stroked a hard line up the center of Jensen’s chest. Jared may as well have been buttering bread for all the emotion he showed. When the blade reached Jensen’s pecs it kept right on going, back up to the bottom of his chin. Jensen’s nipples were tight, neglected little knots of disappointment. He groaned.
Jared’s nostrils flared at the inadvertent sound. He was half a beat behind on his next line, but Jensen was pretty sure no one else noticed.
“Now...” Jared licked Jensen’s collarbone, making him shudder. “While Alastair is good – I’m really so much better. I figure he just didn’t hit on quite the right technique for you, Dean. Couldn’t find the one thing that would truly break you.” The knife came to rest against Jensen’s jugular. “But I think you and I both know what that ‘thing’ is, don’t we?” Jared’s other hand cupped Jensen’s cheek, his thumb stroking over Jensen’s lips once more. “How long do you think you’ll be able to hold out against this body?” he asked, his tone pleasant and almost inflectionless. “Your beautiful baby brother’s body. And, really, is that something you want to find out?”
Now the kiss. Bring it on, baby. It was gonna be pretty darn hard for Jared to keep up this aloof crap with Jensen’s tongue shoved down his throat!
But again Jared hesitated. Only his one hand touched Jensen; the rest of his big body was held as far away as possible – given the circumstances.
Enough. Jensen had had enough! Fuck that the entire crew was watching. Fuck that Jared was married. Fuck it all. He pressed the hidden button on his wrist chains a full twenty seconds too soon and surged up hard against his co-star.
Jared’s brows shot up. “Je— was all he managed to get out before Jensen’s lips cut him off.
Jensen slipped one hand through Jared’s silky hair, cradling the back of his skull. His other hand grabbed Jared’s tight, suede covered ass and hauled him in close. Jared’s shocked stillness lasted only as long as it took for their cocks to grind together, then he groaned and crushed Jensen into the concrete pillar, his tongue hot and greedy in Jensen’s mouth.
“Cut!” Phil yelled, sounding annoyed.
Jensen heard him. Jared must not have, because his roving hands and thrusting tongue kept right on rocking Jensen’s world.
“Jesus Christ! CUT!”
Unfortunately, that one got through. Jared raised his head and stepped back in one disjointed motion. His eyes were wide.
Jensen smirked. Ha! That’d teach him. Exactly what it would teach him, Jensen wasn’t sure, but he was pretty sure that some all important lesson had just been imparted.
“What the fuck was that?” Phil snapped, marching up to them both. He smacked Jensen on the shoulder. “You completely missed your mark.” Jared’s shoulder got a thwack. “And you – it was like watching night of the living dead out here, ferchristsake.”
At Jared’s uncomprehending look, Phil elaborated, “A zombie could have acted that scene better than you did.”
“Oh.” Jared’s gaze meandered away from the director. “Sorry.”
Phil frowned and studied him. Abruptly, he grabbed Jared’s chin and jerked his face down to his own level. He scowled when a got a good look at Jared’s eyes. “Are you high?”
Jared pulled his face away. “Of course not!” he denied, his outrage too quick and loud to be anything but bogus.
Jensen took another look at his friend. Was he high? That would sure explain a few things. But Jared didn’t do drugs... Did he? I mean, Jensen would know if he did, right?
“You’d better not be,” Phil warned. “Okay, guys, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll take this scene in three parts. The first until just before Michael takes over. Then the kiss. And finally the bedroom.” He shook a finger at them. “And we’re not moving on to the next until we get the first down – so both of you’d better get your shit together. Hear me?”
“Yep.”
“Sure.”
They sounded like chastened children.
Phil gave them an un-amused look. “You’ve got ten minutes. Fix whatever the problem is. I really would like to get home sometime before midnight.”
As soon as the boom mike had been pulled back Jensen said, “You are high aren’t you?” He peered up into Jared’s face, seeing the same sleepy bemusement he’d noticed before. “What the hell, Jay?”
“S’just Valium,” Jared mumbled, arms crossed over his chest, biceps bulging. The he-man stance was totally at odds with the childish pout curving his lips. “I took two of Genny’s Valium. No big deal.”
Jensen snorted. “Well, apparently it is a big deal, since you’re wasted. God, have you ever taken anything stronger than a Tylenol before?” Jared’s embarrassed silence was answer enough. Jensen rolled his eyes. “What on Earth would possess you—”
“I thought it would help me keep it together, if you must fucking know!” Jared cried. Heads turned.
Since everyone was looking at them now anyway, Jensen gestured one of the set girls over. “Could you grab me a— ” He gave his friend a considering look. “No. Better make that two Red Bulls.”
“Sure,” she said. Her gaze darted to Jared. “Is he gonna be okay?”
Jared threw up his hands. “I’m fine! Jesu—”
“He’ll be fine,” Jensen said, talking over Jared while giving the girl – whose name he couldn’t quite remember – his most flirtatious smile. “Go on now, darlin’. He really does need that caffeine.”
She ducked her head and blushed and Jared growled at her. Really. Growled. Like a dog.
“Fuck.” Jensen grabbed his big canine friend and hauled him away from the poor girl. “You’re losing it, Jay,” he said, leading Jared into the shadows at the edge of the set.
Jared sagged against the concrete wall. “Yeah. I am.” He swiped a hand through his hair and speared Jensen with a knowing look. “But I think you are too...yeah?” he asked.
Jensen rested his shoulder against the wall beside his friend. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Jared turned to face Jensen more fully, his own shoulder against the wall, his body warm and close. “Why’d you fuck up the scene?” he asked, in a low, intimate voice. “Why’d you kiss me so soon?
“Wh—I... I was trying to save you from your spectacularly crappy acting!”
Jared didn’t say anything, just twitched one brow up and waited Jensen out.
Jensen rubbed the back of his neck – it was his nervous gesture – a blatant ‘tell’ he couldn’t seem to control. “Actually...that’s sort the truth. I was just trying to get a reaction. I didn’t know why you were being so...” Here he trailed off. ‘Cold’ was what he’d been about to say, but that would have sounded retarded. Anyone got a tampon?
“Cold?” Jared asked, finishing his sentence with the right word anyway. His friend seemed to be above petty macho insecurities. “Did you want me to be warmer for you, Jen?” A smile tugged at Jared’s lips as the back of his hand came to rest – feather light – on Jensen’s bare stomach. His baby finger curled into the waistband of Jensen’s jeans, oh-so-gently encouraging him closer.
The sad thing was – Jensen went. God he was easy. One curled finger was all it took.
When their hips met, Jared moaned. “You’re driving me insane, you know.” He pulled Jensen even closer, wrapping his arm around his waist and tucking his face into Jensen’s neck. His other hand stayed where it was, trapped between them, pressed into Jensen’s stomach just inches above his impatient cock. “Yesterday you didn’t want me. Then it seemed like you did – right up until you didn’t anymore.” His tongue flickered over Jensen’s pulse. “Today it’s the same shit all over again! I’m trying to give you what you want, Jen, but I can’t figure out what that is.” He raised his head to take Jensen’s lower lip between his teeth – a brief, sexy bite. “God! Help me out here – just tell me what you fucking want!”
Nope. Sorry. Jensen couldn’t do that, since he actually had no friggin’ idea what it was he wanted. Until yesterday he’d never considered being with a man before. Not even once. Now – though the logistics of the thing still made his heart stutter and his sphincter clench up tighter than Fort Knox – Jensen couldn’t seem to stop touching a man – this man – Jared – couldn’t seem to stop kissing him, and groping him and thinking about him.   Rationally, Jensen knew that whatever this ‘thing’ was between them it had nowhere to go. Jared was married –very happily married. I mean, Jeez, the guy suffered from separation anxiety whenever Genevieve left him alone for more than a few days at a time.
Jensen answered Jared with a question of his own: “Why don’t you tell me what you want, Jay?”
There wasn’t even a second’s hesitation before Jared was cupping Jensen’s cock, his deliciously long fingers stroking and squeezing. Jensen went rigid – and not just in his pants, his whole body stiffened up. “I think the answer to that question is painfully obvious.” Jared’s free hand curled around Jensen’s nape. He pulled their mouths together. “I want you, you idiot.”
Ahh, here was the intensity Jensen had been chasing. Jared’s kiss was ruthless, voracious...perfect.
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared moaned. “I’ve wanted you...so...fuck...” He couldn’t seem to stop kissing Jensen long enough to string a sentence together. Jensen was probably a large part of the problem, seeing as how he pulled Jared’s head back down whenever he lifted it to speak.
A cough – right beside them – had both men freezing like horny rabbits caught in the headlights of a speeding car.
“Did you still want...umm...”
With a sinking heart, Jensen turned his head to look at the set girl. She seemed to be having some sort of epileptic episode, her eyes darting up and down and side to side. “I got the...uhh...” She thrust out her hands, offering the two sodas. “Here!”
Jared sighed and unwound himself from Jensen to accept the cans. Jensen turned into the concrete wall, leaning his clammy forehead against its nice cool grit. Christ all mighty! “Umm, that was...ahh...good, Jay,” he stammered. “Yeah. Good rehearsal.” Jensen sounded blustery and fake, even to himself. “I think you nailed it.”
Jared smoothed a hand down Jensen’s back. “No. I haven’t nailed it yet,” he said, laughter vibrating behind the words as his palm dropped lower to grope Jensen’s ass.
Jensen gasped and whipped around, only to realize that the girl – What the hell was her name again? – had beat a hasty retreat. Jared popped the tab on the first Red Bull. He skarfed the entire can in one long, impressive swallow. When his head came back down and he caught Jensen staring Jared smiled and did that sexy lower-lip-lick thing. At some point, he must have noticed that it drove Jensen friggin’ crazy.
“All right, everyone, enough screwing around. Places.” called Phil. “Anyone seen the two morons who are supposed to be starring in this farce? C’mon! Places, people!”
Jared leaned forward and stole one more incredible kiss. “But I’m going to, Jen” he said, his voice so hot and dark you could pour it over ice-cream. “Count on it.”
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