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Title: Crashland / Chapter 2 of 'This Still Life' Theatre 'verse
Author:biffyhouse
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Chad Michael Murray/Milo Ventimiglia (yes you read that right, honestly I have no idea), mentions of Jensen/OMC
Verse: Theatre 'verse
Summary: Jensen hates Mondays and Jared is a total fanboy.
Rating: R - but only just.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a slightly wonky imagination, a box full of plot bunnies and a very big bag of procrastination.
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Chapter One
The only thing that Jensen hated more than Monday mornings were 9am production meetings on Monday mornings. It was now 9.24am and Jensen was late. Again. Shuffling down the aisle, he tried to slink quietly into one of the empty seats at the back of the room and took a quick nip from his hip flask.
No one seemed to have noticed Jensen’s late entrance, there was such a buzz of activity and conversation going on. Maybe he’d be able to get away with it this time and avoid the usual morning lecture from Eric.
No such luck. As Jensen fumbled with replacing the screw cap on his whiskey, the flask dropped from his hand and clattered to the floor with a resounding thud. Jensen scrambled to pick it up before too much of the precious contents could leak out, and accidentally kicked the back of the chair in front of him. Dozens of pairs of eyes turned to see what all the commotion was, and Jensen tried to look apologetic. Amidst much eye rolling and tutting, everybody went back to their original conversations, except this time the chatter seemed more subdued and a few people kept glancing back over their shoulders to where Jensen sat, trying to sink further down into his seat.
Eric caught Jensen’s eye and pursed his lips. Oh great, maybe I will get that lecture after all.
As the meeting got into full swing, Jensen found his mind drifting off. He had the most awful hangover imaginable and still couldn’t quite remember how he’d got it. The whole weekend was a bit of a blur.
Jensen remembered his weekly phone call with his sister after the show ended on Saturday night. No, she hadn’t spoken to Dad either. It was coming up to seven years since Jensen had last seen his father, but the memories still stung as if it were only last week. He realised now that things were almost certainly beyond repair, but still each Saturday he asked the same thing.
“Do you know how Dad is?”
The answer was always no, and Jensen was too scared to try contacting his father himself. In the years since he had left home so abruptly that warm June night, Jensen had often tried to memorise all the happy times he spent with his father. But inevitably they were soured by that final glimpse of his father’s face, his jaw set and his eyes blazing.
Which was all the more reason to spend each Saturday night getting spectacularly drunk after ending the call with his sister. On Sundays the theatre was closed, so they were normally spent drinking away the previous nights headaches and setting himself up for another blinder the next morning.
Jensen didn’t always think about his father, though. Sometimes he remembered faces or names from high school, friends long forgotten after he’d left Texas in such a hurry. But there was one face Jensen would never forget. The soft brown curls, framing piercing blue eyes. The strong jaw and tiny dimples, lightly stubbled as it rubbed against Jensen’s cheek.
It was the last time Jensen had felt truly safe. The summer nights were growing longer and they had spent every minute together, drunk on each other’s company and the cheap whiskey they bought with their combined allowances. They knew full well that what they were feeling was probably going to get them into trouble but they just didn’t care. Jensen was certain that he was really in love and was loved in return, and that was why that evening they finally decided to show each other just how much.
For something that at the time meant so much to Jensen, it tore at his heart that now only flashes of memories remained of that fateful night. After the way things eventually turned out, the only way he could think about it was to numb the hollow aching in his heart with drink. He’d done that so many times now and all that was left after nearly seven years of night spent flat back drunk was one vivid snapshot.
The one picture Jensen could never get out of his head was those tender pink lips, parted in ecstasy as he murmured Jensen’s name, just seconds before Jensen’s father burst into the room and turned his life upside down.
The thing that was bothering Jensen that particular morning was the guy’s name. He knew he had stored it away somewhere in a corner of his brain that the whiskey couldn’t touch. It was too precious a memory. It just seemed that it was shut off from him at the moment. Sneaking another sip from his flask, Jensen realised the irony of the situation. He drank to forget, yet at other times he needed to drink to remember. Life sucked like that.
What was that damned name? Jamie? Jason?
“Hi, I’m Jared.”
Jared? No, that wasn’t it either.
Jensen blinked, and stared at the huge paw being proffered in front of him. He shook his head as he adjusted his mind back to present times, and winced slightly at the still niggling thump-thump of the hangover behind his eyes. Jensen reached out automatically to grasp the still waiting hand, wondering who the hell Eric wanted to introduce him to this time.
Looking up, the sight that greeted him was not quite what Jensen had expected. Instead of some boring executive in a shiny suit, there stood an overgrown manchild with floppy brown hair, a massive sweatshirt, shining dark eyes and dimples to die for. Jensen hiccupped a little and wished that his head would stop spinning so much.
Jeez, that kid is huge. And hot.
“Err.. hi. I’m.. uh.. I’m Jensen.” Smooth. He looked around to see the meeting had broken up and people were starting to go about their daily routine.
“I know,” grinned the giant, and giggled a bit before smacking himself on the forehead. Jensen took a step backward.
“Sorry!” Jared sing-songed, “I totally forgot, I brought you some coffee.” He was shifting slightly from foot to foot as he handed the steaming mug to a frankly bewildered Jensen, picked up his own cup and then proceeded to empty three packets of sugar and a huge dollop of creamer into it.
As Jared seemed to be fully occupied in making himself more hyper than he obviously already was, Jensen muttered a quick “thanks” and gulped down several steaming mouthfuls of his own coffee. Peering over the top of his mug, Jensen wondered who the hell Jared was and what he was doing bringing Jensen his coffee. His face seemed vaguely familiar but right now Jensen didn’t trust his memory one little bit.
Jared was stirring his coffee and kept sneaking glances at Jensen, who turned away and pretended not to notice. This is seriously odd, what does the guy want?
Just as Jensen was about to make his excuses and escape, Jared finally spoke up.
“So I was wondering if you might be going to the end of show party on Friday night?”
Jensen looked at him with a puzzled expression, “It’s this Friday?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m going with a few of the other PAs. I just wondered if you’d be there. Not that it matters, I mean hey it’s a free world. I’m not asking you to go with me or anything. I just wanted to say I think your acting is amazing, I mean truly. And I thought maybe we could talk some… oh shit, I’m sorry. I’m babbling. So what do you think?”
Jensen stood open mouthed, slightly baffled but definitely amused at the obviously unrehearsed speech that had just come out of Jared’s mouth.
“I think you need to lay off the sugar at this time of the morning. But yeah, I’ll be at the party.” Jensen was beginning to see where this might be going. It was a long time since he’d enjoyed himself at one of those end of show parties, and Jared sure looked like he could be fun.
“Great! I’ll see you there then!” Jared flashed him a beaming smile, turned on his heel and practically skipped across the room.
Pausing in the doorway he turned around, still grinning, and waved at Jensen. Jensen frowned and looked around to see if maybe he was waving to someone else, but everyone had gone. He turned back, his arm already raised, but Jared was no longer there. Jensen looked down at the empty sugar packets on the table, as if to check that what had just happened was real.
Huh. That was… new. Jensen had had plenty of encounters with fans, but normally it was the girls. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d hooked up with a guy, let alone one as damn cute as Jared. He made a mental note to ask Eric where Jared had actually come from. The guy was clearly slightly insane, but boy was he sexy with it. Jensen added a large slug of whiskey to his coffee and smiled to himself for the first time in days. It looked like Friday was going to be an interesting night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chad and Milo practically jumped on Jared as soon as he made it backstage, but he was too busy thumping his head against the wall to listen to their pleas of “How did it go?” and “What did he say?”
“Oh my Gooooood I just made an absolute ass of myself in front of Jensen Ackles. Oh nooooooooo I’m such an idiot!”
“Dude, seriously, what happened?!” Chad was hopping from one foot to the other and punching Jared in the arm. “You have to tell us!”
Milo came rushing over from where he’d been peering round the stage door and hissed, “He’s coming! Quick, we have to move!”
All three of them scuttled along the corridor and hid behind a huge pile of scenery and furniture. Jensen walked past them, completely oblivious of the commotion he was causing among the three young PAs, who were giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.
When Jensen had gone, the three of them came out from their hiding place.
“Seriously Jared, it can’t have gone that badly. He was actually smiling. Jensen never smiles,” Milo grinned at his friend.
Jared blushed and flicked his hair out of his eyes. “Of course he smiles!”
Chad shook his head and patted Jared on the shoulder. “No man, he really doesn’t. But you made him! Come on dude, is he coming on Friday or not?”
Jared giggled. “Yeah he said he’d be there. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m some huge freak now, I totally babbled at him. I couldn’t help it though, you know? He just looked so hot and I had to say something. I said I thought his acting was amazing. Jesus, why did I say that? Aww crap. Now he probably thinks I’m just some stupid fanboy.”
Chad rolled his eyes at Milo. “So you’d rather he knew that you think he’s sex on legs and want to get right down and dirty with him?”
Milo nearly choked. “Seriously, sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing with you. Come on guys, we’d better go do some work before Mr Kripke gets on our asses.”
“I’d bet Jared would rather have Jensen on his ass,” Chad shouted as he ran down the corridor out of reach of Jared’s swipe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Jared started on his list of jobs for that morning he marvelled at how great life had been since he’d started working at the theatre. He’d only been there a little over a month but Chad and Milo had taken him under their wing from the very start. They’d even given him the spare bed in their apartment when he decided it was time to finally move out of his Dad’s place. Jared knew his father was proud of him for making a stand, and insisting he wanted to go into acting one day. He just had a funny way of showing it.
Jared was also still convinced his father didn’t wholly approve of his current living arrangements. But Chad and Milo had been together since junior high and were more like an old married couple than most actual old married couples Jared knew. They didn’t go out much and that suited Jared perfectly. Not that any of them had much money to spare anyway.
They’d all been looking forward to the next end of show party because of all the free food and drink on offer. When you’re struggling to make ends meet on a production assistant’s wage in L.A, you need to take all the freebies you can get. Plus, this would be Jared’s first party since he’d been with the company and Chad and Milo couldn’t wait to show him off to some of their other friends. Jared, however, had other things on his mind.
His crush on Jensen had grown into epic proportions over the past few weeks, and yet the guy had still never even given Jared a second glance. With the party coming up, Jared realised he might not get a better chance to possibly talk to Jensen. It hadn’t been his idea to actually ask if Jensen was going to be there on Friday, the blame for that lay wholly on Chad, funnily enough.
But now as he stood making himself yet another three-sugar-and-creamer coffee, Jared grinned to himself. He’d finally introduced himself to Jensen Ackles. The guy who he had been drooling over for the past month or so was going to be at the same party as him on Friday. And he had made Jensen smile. God knows what that meant, but Jared sure as hell couldn’t wait to find out.
TBC...
Title: Crashland / Chapter 2 of 'This Still Life' Theatre 'verse
Author:
biffyhousePairing: Jensen/Jared, Chad Michael Murray/Milo Ventimiglia (yes you read that right, honestly I have no idea), mentions of Jensen/OMC
Verse: Theatre 'verse
Summary: Jensen hates Mondays and Jared is a total fanboy.
Rating: R - but only just.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a slightly wonky imagination, a box full of plot bunnies and a very big bag of procrastination.
A/N : Thanks to my beta
trinaweena , seriously hun you do NOT suck! Time difference don't make any... difference (heh!) when you're suffering pre-wedding insomnia. Feedback is made of complete awesome and earns you a free cup of tea.Chapter One
The only thing that Jensen hated more than Monday mornings were 9am production meetings on Monday mornings. It was now 9.24am and Jensen was late. Again. Shuffling down the aisle, he tried to slink quietly into one of the empty seats at the back of the room and took a quick nip from his hip flask.
No one seemed to have noticed Jensen’s late entrance, there was such a buzz of activity and conversation going on. Maybe he’d be able to get away with it this time and avoid the usual morning lecture from Eric.
No such luck. As Jensen fumbled with replacing the screw cap on his whiskey, the flask dropped from his hand and clattered to the floor with a resounding thud. Jensen scrambled to pick it up before too much of the precious contents could leak out, and accidentally kicked the back of the chair in front of him. Dozens of pairs of eyes turned to see what all the commotion was, and Jensen tried to look apologetic. Amidst much eye rolling and tutting, everybody went back to their original conversations, except this time the chatter seemed more subdued and a few people kept glancing back over their shoulders to where Jensen sat, trying to sink further down into his seat.
Eric caught Jensen’s eye and pursed his lips. Oh great, maybe I will get that lecture after all.
As the meeting got into full swing, Jensen found his mind drifting off. He had the most awful hangover imaginable and still couldn’t quite remember how he’d got it. The whole weekend was a bit of a blur.
Jensen remembered his weekly phone call with his sister after the show ended on Saturday night. No, she hadn’t spoken to Dad either. It was coming up to seven years since Jensen had last seen his father, but the memories still stung as if it were only last week. He realised now that things were almost certainly beyond repair, but still each Saturday he asked the same thing.
“Do you know how Dad is?”
The answer was always no, and Jensen was too scared to try contacting his father himself. In the years since he had left home so abruptly that warm June night, Jensen had often tried to memorise all the happy times he spent with his father. But inevitably they were soured by that final glimpse of his father’s face, his jaw set and his eyes blazing.
Which was all the more reason to spend each Saturday night getting spectacularly drunk after ending the call with his sister. On Sundays the theatre was closed, so they were normally spent drinking away the previous nights headaches and setting himself up for another blinder the next morning.
Jensen didn’t always think about his father, though. Sometimes he remembered faces or names from high school, friends long forgotten after he’d left Texas in such a hurry. But there was one face Jensen would never forget. The soft brown curls, framing piercing blue eyes. The strong jaw and tiny dimples, lightly stubbled as it rubbed against Jensen’s cheek.
It was the last time Jensen had felt truly safe. The summer nights were growing longer and they had spent every minute together, drunk on each other’s company and the cheap whiskey they bought with their combined allowances. They knew full well that what they were feeling was probably going to get them into trouble but they just didn’t care. Jensen was certain that he was really in love and was loved in return, and that was why that evening they finally decided to show each other just how much.
For something that at the time meant so much to Jensen, it tore at his heart that now only flashes of memories remained of that fateful night. After the way things eventually turned out, the only way he could think about it was to numb the hollow aching in his heart with drink. He’d done that so many times now and all that was left after nearly seven years of night spent flat back drunk was one vivid snapshot.
The one picture Jensen could never get out of his head was those tender pink lips, parted in ecstasy as he murmured Jensen’s name, just seconds before Jensen’s father burst into the room and turned his life upside down.
The thing that was bothering Jensen that particular morning was the guy’s name. He knew he had stored it away somewhere in a corner of his brain that the whiskey couldn’t touch. It was too precious a memory. It just seemed that it was shut off from him at the moment. Sneaking another sip from his flask, Jensen realised the irony of the situation. He drank to forget, yet at other times he needed to drink to remember. Life sucked like that.
What was that damned name? Jamie? Jason?
“Hi, I’m Jared.”
Jared? No, that wasn’t it either.
Jensen blinked, and stared at the huge paw being proffered in front of him. He shook his head as he adjusted his mind back to present times, and winced slightly at the still niggling thump-thump of the hangover behind his eyes. Jensen reached out automatically to grasp the still waiting hand, wondering who the hell Eric wanted to introduce him to this time.
Looking up, the sight that greeted him was not quite what Jensen had expected. Instead of some boring executive in a shiny suit, there stood an overgrown manchild with floppy brown hair, a massive sweatshirt, shining dark eyes and dimples to die for. Jensen hiccupped a little and wished that his head would stop spinning so much.
Jeez, that kid is huge. And hot.
“Err.. hi. I’m.. uh.. I’m Jensen.” Smooth. He looked around to see the meeting had broken up and people were starting to go about their daily routine.
“I know,” grinned the giant, and giggled a bit before smacking himself on the forehead. Jensen took a step backward.
“Sorry!” Jared sing-songed, “I totally forgot, I brought you some coffee.” He was shifting slightly from foot to foot as he handed the steaming mug to a frankly bewildered Jensen, picked up his own cup and then proceeded to empty three packets of sugar and a huge dollop of creamer into it.
As Jared seemed to be fully occupied in making himself more hyper than he obviously already was, Jensen muttered a quick “thanks” and gulped down several steaming mouthfuls of his own coffee. Peering over the top of his mug, Jensen wondered who the hell Jared was and what he was doing bringing Jensen his coffee. His face seemed vaguely familiar but right now Jensen didn’t trust his memory one little bit.
Jared was stirring his coffee and kept sneaking glances at Jensen, who turned away and pretended not to notice. This is seriously odd, what does the guy want?
Just as Jensen was about to make his excuses and escape, Jared finally spoke up.
“So I was wondering if you might be going to the end of show party on Friday night?”
Jensen looked at him with a puzzled expression, “It’s this Friday?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m going with a few of the other PAs. I just wondered if you’d be there. Not that it matters, I mean hey it’s a free world. I’m not asking you to go with me or anything. I just wanted to say I think your acting is amazing, I mean truly. And I thought maybe we could talk some… oh shit, I’m sorry. I’m babbling. So what do you think?”
Jensen stood open mouthed, slightly baffled but definitely amused at the obviously unrehearsed speech that had just come out of Jared’s mouth.
“I think you need to lay off the sugar at this time of the morning. But yeah, I’ll be at the party.” Jensen was beginning to see where this might be going. It was a long time since he’d enjoyed himself at one of those end of show parties, and Jared sure looked like he could be fun.
“Great! I’ll see you there then!” Jared flashed him a beaming smile, turned on his heel and practically skipped across the room.
Pausing in the doorway he turned around, still grinning, and waved at Jensen. Jensen frowned and looked around to see if maybe he was waving to someone else, but everyone had gone. He turned back, his arm already raised, but Jared was no longer there. Jensen looked down at the empty sugar packets on the table, as if to check that what had just happened was real.
Huh. That was… new. Jensen had had plenty of encounters with fans, but normally it was the girls. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d hooked up with a guy, let alone one as damn cute as Jared. He made a mental note to ask Eric where Jared had actually come from. The guy was clearly slightly insane, but boy was he sexy with it. Jensen added a large slug of whiskey to his coffee and smiled to himself for the first time in days. It looked like Friday was going to be an interesting night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chad and Milo practically jumped on Jared as soon as he made it backstage, but he was too busy thumping his head against the wall to listen to their pleas of “How did it go?” and “What did he say?”
“Oh my Gooooood I just made an absolute ass of myself in front of Jensen Ackles. Oh nooooooooo I’m such an idiot!”
“Dude, seriously, what happened?!” Chad was hopping from one foot to the other and punching Jared in the arm. “You have to tell us!”
Milo came rushing over from where he’d been peering round the stage door and hissed, “He’s coming! Quick, we have to move!”
All three of them scuttled along the corridor and hid behind a huge pile of scenery and furniture. Jensen walked past them, completely oblivious of the commotion he was causing among the three young PAs, who were giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.
When Jensen had gone, the three of them came out from their hiding place.
“Seriously Jared, it can’t have gone that badly. He was actually smiling. Jensen never smiles,” Milo grinned at his friend.
Jared blushed and flicked his hair out of his eyes. “Of course he smiles!”
Chad shook his head and patted Jared on the shoulder. “No man, he really doesn’t. But you made him! Come on dude, is he coming on Friday or not?”
Jared giggled. “Yeah he said he’d be there. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m some huge freak now, I totally babbled at him. I couldn’t help it though, you know? He just looked so hot and I had to say something. I said I thought his acting was amazing. Jesus, why did I say that? Aww crap. Now he probably thinks I’m just some stupid fanboy.”
Chad rolled his eyes at Milo. “So you’d rather he knew that you think he’s sex on legs and want to get right down and dirty with him?”
Milo nearly choked. “Seriously, sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing with you. Come on guys, we’d better go do some work before Mr Kripke gets on our asses.”
“I’d bet Jared would rather have Jensen on his ass,” Chad shouted as he ran down the corridor out of reach of Jared’s swipe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Jared started on his list of jobs for that morning he marvelled at how great life had been since he’d started working at the theatre. He’d only been there a little over a month but Chad and Milo had taken him under their wing from the very start. They’d even given him the spare bed in their apartment when he decided it was time to finally move out of his Dad’s place. Jared knew his father was proud of him for making a stand, and insisting he wanted to go into acting one day. He just had a funny way of showing it.
Jared was also still convinced his father didn’t wholly approve of his current living arrangements. But Chad and Milo had been together since junior high and were more like an old married couple than most actual old married couples Jared knew. They didn’t go out much and that suited Jared perfectly. Not that any of them had much money to spare anyway.
They’d all been looking forward to the next end of show party because of all the free food and drink on offer. When you’re struggling to make ends meet on a production assistant’s wage in L.A, you need to take all the freebies you can get. Plus, this would be Jared’s first party since he’d been with the company and Chad and Milo couldn’t wait to show him off to some of their other friends. Jared, however, had other things on his mind.
His crush on Jensen had grown into epic proportions over the past few weeks, and yet the guy had still never even given Jared a second glance. With the party coming up, Jared realised he might not get a better chance to possibly talk to Jensen. It hadn’t been his idea to actually ask if Jensen was going to be there on Friday, the blame for that lay wholly on Chad, funnily enough.
But now as he stood making himself yet another three-sugar-and-creamer coffee, Jared grinned to himself. He’d finally introduced himself to Jensen Ackles. The guy who he had been drooling over for the past month or so was going to be at the same party as him on Friday. And he had made Jensen smile. God knows what that meant, but Jared sure as hell couldn’t wait to find out.
TBC...
