Jared looks up from the counter in Jensen's trailer, krazy glue in his hand and wide eyes. "Nothing."
Jensen snorts, not even bothering to look up from where Mario's leaping into a mushroom, turning into a real boy. Beep, beep. "Whatever you're doing, stop it. Do whatever you want to your own trailer, but keep your kinder toys and whatever-the-fuck off my counter."
"You wound me," Jared says, feeding the little needle on the cap into the tube, closing it off.
"I know you."
"I was fixing it, asshole. Your formica was coming loose." Jared hits the couch like an avalanche; Jensen's almost sure he can feel the trailer bounce on its tires from the pure force of it. If Jared were rain, he'd be a torrential downpour - nothing halfway. His pearly whites flash with wickedness. "You really oughta be nicer to it."
"Maybe you oughta not hold onto it so tight next time," Jensen says, and only barely blushes. He's getting used to Jared's bluntness, but it's a process.
Jared leans in, bumps his shoulder. "Never gonna get tired of that," he says, his voice dropping an octave or four as he whispers. "You fuck me just right."
Jensen feels the tips of his ears ignite and shoves Jared hard. "Dude, Christ's sake. We're on set." His cheeks are burning, the back of his neck, he stares at his hands and feels his shoulders tense up, pull together.
Jared's already laughing. "Never gonna get tired of that, either," he chortles, poking at Jensen's arm. "Ain't he cuuuute!"
"Shut up," Jensen says, but he's smiling. The PSP in his hand beeps at him, and he brandishes at his giggling costar. "You bought this piece of shit; the least you could do is let me and Mario kill mushrooms in peace."
"Screw Mario," Jared says, and he grabs the PSP out of Jensen's hand. "My turn."
"On set," Jensen feebly objects, but Jared's already sliding over on the couch, laying the PSP aside, and it's just too late.
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Date: 2007-12-20 04:12 am (UTC)Jared looks up from the counter in Jensen's trailer, krazy glue in his hand and wide eyes. "Nothing."
Jensen snorts, not even bothering to look up from where Mario's leaping into a mushroom, turning into a real boy. Beep, beep. "Whatever you're doing, stop it. Do whatever you want to your own trailer, but keep your kinder toys and whatever-the-fuck off my counter."
"You wound me," Jared says, feeding the little needle on the cap into the tube, closing it off.
"I know you."
"I was fixing it, asshole. Your formica was coming loose." Jared hits the couch like an avalanche; Jensen's almost sure he can feel the trailer bounce on its tires from the pure force of it. If Jared were rain, he'd be a torrential downpour - nothing halfway. His pearly whites flash with wickedness. "You really oughta be nicer to it."
"Maybe you oughta not hold onto it so tight next time," Jensen says, and only barely blushes. He's getting used to Jared's bluntness, but it's a process.
Jared leans in, bumps his shoulder. "Never gonna get tired of that," he says, his voice dropping an octave or four as he whispers. "You fuck me just right."
Jensen feels the tips of his ears ignite and shoves Jared hard. "Dude, Christ's sake. We're on set." His cheeks are burning, the back of his neck, he stares at his hands and feels his shoulders tense up, pull together.
Jared's already laughing. "Never gonna get tired of that, either," he chortles, poking at Jensen's arm. "Ain't he cuuuute!"
"Shut up," Jensen says, but he's smiling. The PSP in his hand beeps at him, and he brandishes at his giggling costar. "You bought this piece of shit; the least you could do is let me and Mario kill mushrooms in peace."
"Screw Mario," Jared says, and he grabs the PSP out of Jensen's hand. "My turn."
"On set," Jensen feebly objects, but Jared's already sliding over on the couch, laying the PSP aside, and it's just too late.