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balefully mentioned she wanted fic with J2 as, like, every couple from Love Actually, and I ended up comment-ficcing this at her. SO. J2 AU, 2300 words, in which they are BODY DOUBLES for a gay sex scene.
Yes, that is how I roll.
Jared does his best, he really does.
He's a friendly guy, gets along pretty well with everyone, but that doesn't actually translate that well into his career as a body double. It turns out that most people don't want to just have a casual chat over sex scenes. It's not how people are programmed.
And Jared is a damn good body double, he has to say. He's tall, he's in shape, and people seem to like seeing him naked. It's his great ass, he thinks. And he's gay enough that the girls he works with don't get threatened, even though he's gigantic and possibly a little intimidating. And, bonus, getting turned on at an inopportune moment? Never a problem. It's not acting, of course, but it's good, steady work, even if he doesn't make friends.
But then.
He pretty much goes to whatever shoots he's told to, with no information about scene context or plots or anything. His life is one long string of disconnected sex scenes. So he's totally unprepared when he shows up for work one bright Monday morning in December and finds a guy in makeup.
And not just any guy, of course. A really, really pretty guy.
"Uh," says Jared. "Sorry, wrong shoot."
The guy blinks at him. "Under the Mistletoe?" he asks.
"Yeah," says Jared, warily.
"This is it."
"But you're--" Jared cuts himself off before he can say any of the things he's thinking, including "a guy" and "really fucking hot."
"That a problem?" asks the guy.
"No, just...a surprise."
"They never tell you anything either, huh?" he says, getting up fluidly. He's a few inches shorter than Jared, and still really hot. "I'm Jensen, by the way."
Jared takes Jensen's hand when he offers. "Jared."
"Awesome," says Jensen. "Let's do this thing."
*
Friendly is what Jared does. Just because his new scene partner is a ridiculously attractive guy instead of a pretty girl doesn't mean he's going to stop that, even if it's awkward to do it with Jensen's head at crotch level, because that is a pretty fucking picture.
"So, uh, where're you from?" asks Jared.
"Richardson," says Jensen.
"Texas?"
"Yeah."
"No kidding! I'm from San Antonio."
Jensen grins big and Jared swallows a little. This is already way harder than he thought.
Bad pun.
"So what brought you out to LA?"
"The acting dream."
"Should've known," says Jared, with a laugh.
"Yeah, you can see how that turned out."
"Jared, can you put your hand in his hair?" asks the director.
Jared can definitely do that. Jensen's hair is short, spiky, soft to the touch, and Jared's fingers curl against his neck without his even thinking about it.
"Perfect," says the director.
"Could be worse," Jared says to Jensen, before he can think better of it.
Jensen smiles. "Could be."
*
Jensen is cool and funny and watches sports and if he was gay he would be the most perfect human being ever created, Jared is sure. For all he knows, Jensen is gay, or at least bi, or at least horny enough to try anything once, but they haven't actually talked about it or anything. Just Jensen's been pretending to blow him a lot.
The third day is when Jensen gets shirtless for the first time--up til then, it's all been Jared getting blown--and they're going to be in a bed, and Jared doesn't really know what to do because all that's being filmed is their bodies, and that means there's no kissing--and he really wants to kiss Jensen--and it's not actually porn so there's no sex, and neither of them is even naked right now, and Jared is frustrated.
"Why are they even using doubles for this?" he had asked in makeup.
"I heard the lead actor wants to prove he supports gay rights," explained Jensen, sounding like he thought this was both funny and pathetic, "but he wants to do as little stuff with a guy as possible."
"That's stupid," Jared said, having given this information the half-second's consideration it deserved.
"Tell me about it."
"I'd rather a guy like him left my rights alone," said Jared, and, before Jensen could react, added, "I think we're on."
So now Jensen is above him, shirtless, rubbing up against him, knows he is gay, and all Jared can do is blather on about his dogs.
"I swear, if I don't find a new sitter Sadie is going to eat the neighbor's whole yard and we're gonna have a fight on our hands."
Jensen snorts, keeps thrusting slow and lazy over Jared. Through the jeans, Jared can still feel the heat of another body, and it's--not ideal. Exactly. "Can't believe you keep dogs in LA, man. My apartment's way too tiny for pets."
"It's not really LA proper, exactly," says Jared. "I'm kind of in the boonies."
"Not sure I can associate with you, in that case," Jensen grins back. "Don't want you ruining my reputation."
Jared's got a snappy retort all ready to go, but the director interrupts. "Jared, can you take his pants off?"
"Usually I ask for dinner first," says Jensen with a wink, as Jared fumbles with his jeans.
"In my mind," says Jared, "I am giving you the finger right now. I hope you know that."
*
"I hate the 405," says Jared, slumping over Jensen and resting his forehead against Jensen's bare back as he thrusts against him. They're still in their jeans, which is both good and bad. Jared really doesn't see the point in all the dry humping, but whatever. He's getting paid to hang out with a hot half-naked guy.
Jensen reaches up to pat the back of his head consolingly. "I don't think this is very in character," he adds.
"Shut up," says Jared. "I nearly had to pee in a cup it took so long to get home."
"This is really making the scene a lot sexier," Jensen points out. "It's a shame they can't use our dialogue."
"You're not helping."
"Dude, I don't know what does help. The 405 is like hell on earth. I'm sorry you were on it. Hell, I'm sorry it exists."
"That's all I want to hear."
"All right, tighter grip on his hips there," says the director. "It's getting more passionate."
"Come on, Jared, turn it up to eleven," Jensen adds.
Jared snorts into Jensen's back, which serves the fucker right.
*
The whole weekend, Jared regards the next Monday with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Because they're going to be naked on Monday. Both of them. Together. And so far Jensen has just been shirtless and he already looks amazingly good, so Jared is a little concerned that he's going to lose it and actually jump Jensen, like, during their sex scene, and he thinks that probably the director wouldn't appreciate this attempt at realism.
So Jared jerks off way more than usual that weekend in an attempt to get it out of his system, and spends far longer than he should worrying about what to wear, which is stupid because he's going to take it off as soon as he gets there anyway.
He also double checks his hair, not that his hair does what he wants it to anyway, so that's a lot cause, and tweezes his eyebrows a little, which is the most ridiculous thing he has done in recent memory. Other than stressing out about what clothes to wear to a naked film shoot.
It's pretty much all humiliating and terrible, and when he gets to work and Jensen is just lounging in makeup wearing worn out jeans and a thin gray t-shirt, he feels even worse.
"Morning," says Jensen easily, as if he has not spent his entire weekend preparing himself for this moment.
"Morning," says Jared.
Jensen hands over a coffee, smiles brightly. "Thought you might need the energy."
Luckily, Jared hasn't started drinking yet, so he doesn't spew his coffee all over, but he chokes a little.
Jensen winks.
Jared might not actually survive filming this movie.
*
"You, uh, watch the game last night?" asks Jared. He is trying to ignore the way Jensen's legs are on his shoulders. Jensen is really flexible.
"Which one?"
"Spurs."
Jensen snorts. It does not detract from his sexiness in the least. That doesn't even make sense. "Please, like I'd watch the Spurs."
"Right, you only see them when they're kicking your Mavs' sorry asses," Jared shoots back.
"You wish."
Jensen kicks him in the back of the head and sticks his tongue out.
"I hope that makes it into the movie," says Jared, supporting himself on one hand and rubbing the back of his head with his other.
"Can you guys focus?" asks the director, amusement clear in her voice.
When Jared repositions, he catches Jensen's eyes on his chest, a slight flush of his cheeks. His eyes cut away quickly and he tries to look somewhere else, but considering he's on a bed pretending to have sex with Jared, there's no good escape for him.
"What?" asks Jared.
"You must have one hell of a work-out routine," Jensen says, voice calm, but he's still flushed.
Okay, that's.
Jared is definitely filing that away.
*
Jared breaks it down like this.
1. Jensen is comfortable enough with his sexuality that he's willing to pretend to have sex with another guy on camera.
2. Jensen is kind of flirty.
3. Jensen was definitely checking him out.
4. He likes Jensen.
5. Jensen is hot.
6. It's not like this can actually get any more awkward.
7. They'll be done in a few days anyway, and if Jared doesn't ask Jensen out, then he might never see him again.
That's what really does it, because Jared absolutely can't deal with the idea that he is never going to talk to Jensen after this shoot is done. Jared has never clicked as fast with anyone as he did with Jensen, which is impressive, given how massively awkward their first meeting--and, in fact, all subsequent meetings--was. The worst that can happen is that Jensen says no, and he hasn't lost anything if that happens.
Except that Jensen might break his stupid heart.
*
Jared is alternating between thinking about the grossest, least sexy things he possibly can and trying to figure out how to ask Jensen out. Because right now, Jensen is sitting on his dick and bouncing up and down, and Jared might actually die of not having sex. He did not know this could be fatal before, but it had never come up before.
Bad pun.
He doesn't really know how to ask Jensen out. He's not good at asking people out. Usually he's in a bar and they're both a little tipsy and it's less a date and more a hookup. And while Jared absolutely wants to hook up with Jensen, he's after a little more than just that. And when he's at home, making lists about the pros and cons of asking Jensen out, it seems easy. But now he's not so sure.
His hands are on Jensen's hips and Jensen has his hands braced against the headboard, keeping himself up. Jared doesn't think it's the sexiest position they could have chosen, but it's not like it's his movie. And it works. They've been mostly silent, which is weird for them, and it unfortunately leaves Jared too much time to think.
Screw this, he thinks finally, and strokes his thumb experimentally over Jensen's hipbone, a light question of a touch. It's intimate and he doesn't have to be, and it probably shouldn't be because they're on camera. But Jensen shivers at the touch, a slight rearranging of his shoulders and his back, a little ripple of movement.
"How was the 405 today?" Jensen asks. His voice is huskier than normal.
And Jared--Jared gives up. He rubs his thumb over Jensen's hipbone again, curls his fingers a little, looks down off the bed. "Do you want to go out with me sometime?" he says. It doesn't come out confident or sexy or flippant. It comes out quiet and wistful, like wouldn't that be nice. It comes out goddamn romantic, even though they're on a bed pretending to have sex. "Just, you know. If you wanted to," he adds. It doesn't help. He still feels too big and stupid and all awkward, and he still can't look up at Jensen.
There's a pause, and then he feels one of Jensen's hands on his, tangling their fingers together.
He looks up to see Jensen smiling a little, and he's looking away too, the other way. "Thought you'd never ask," says Jensen, and Jared figures they can always just film this again if they have to. He takes his free hand off Jensen's hip and pushes himself up, uses his other hand to tug Jensen down until he's close enough to kiss.
It's only a second of hot, wet contact before Jensen's threading his other hand in Jared's hair, trying to get closer, and that would be awesome, except now Jensen has no hands holding him up and he overbalances and falls onto the bed and Jared in a pile of naked limbs.
Jared manages to keep kissing him, quick little touches, as they both crack up.
"If," says the director mildly, "you two could keep improvisation to a minimum, I'd really appreciate it."
"You are so unprofessional," says Jensen, nipping Jared's ear.
"Take two," says the director, sighing. "If the two of you are ready."
"Absolutely," says Jared, unable to keep the grin from his face. "Let's do this."
balefully mentioned she wanted fic with J2 as, like, every couple from Love Actually, and I ended up comment-ficcing this at her. SO. J2 AU, 2300 words, in which they are BODY DOUBLES for a gay sex scene.Yes, that is how I roll.
Jared does his best, he really does.
He's a friendly guy, gets along pretty well with everyone, but that doesn't actually translate that well into his career as a body double. It turns out that most people don't want to just have a casual chat over sex scenes. It's not how people are programmed.
And Jared is a damn good body double, he has to say. He's tall, he's in shape, and people seem to like seeing him naked. It's his great ass, he thinks. And he's gay enough that the girls he works with don't get threatened, even though he's gigantic and possibly a little intimidating. And, bonus, getting turned on at an inopportune moment? Never a problem. It's not acting, of course, but it's good, steady work, even if he doesn't make friends.
But then.
He pretty much goes to whatever shoots he's told to, with no information about scene context or plots or anything. His life is one long string of disconnected sex scenes. So he's totally unprepared when he shows up for work one bright Monday morning in December and finds a guy in makeup.
And not just any guy, of course. A really, really pretty guy.
"Uh," says Jared. "Sorry, wrong shoot."
The guy blinks at him. "Under the Mistletoe?" he asks.
"Yeah," says Jared, warily.
"This is it."
"But you're--" Jared cuts himself off before he can say any of the things he's thinking, including "a guy" and "really fucking hot."
"That a problem?" asks the guy.
"No, just...a surprise."
"They never tell you anything either, huh?" he says, getting up fluidly. He's a few inches shorter than Jared, and still really hot. "I'm Jensen, by the way."
Jared takes Jensen's hand when he offers. "Jared."
"Awesome," says Jensen. "Let's do this thing."
*
Friendly is what Jared does. Just because his new scene partner is a ridiculously attractive guy instead of a pretty girl doesn't mean he's going to stop that, even if it's awkward to do it with Jensen's head at crotch level, because that is a pretty fucking picture.
"So, uh, where're you from?" asks Jared.
"Richardson," says Jensen.
"Texas?"
"Yeah."
"No kidding! I'm from San Antonio."
Jensen grins big and Jared swallows a little. This is already way harder than he thought.
Bad pun.
"So what brought you out to LA?"
"The acting dream."
"Should've known," says Jared, with a laugh.
"Yeah, you can see how that turned out."
"Jared, can you put your hand in his hair?" asks the director.
Jared can definitely do that. Jensen's hair is short, spiky, soft to the touch, and Jared's fingers curl against his neck without his even thinking about it.
"Perfect," says the director.
"Could be worse," Jared says to Jensen, before he can think better of it.
Jensen smiles. "Could be."
*
Jensen is cool and funny and watches sports and if he was gay he would be the most perfect human being ever created, Jared is sure. For all he knows, Jensen is gay, or at least bi, or at least horny enough to try anything once, but they haven't actually talked about it or anything. Just Jensen's been pretending to blow him a lot.
The third day is when Jensen gets shirtless for the first time--up til then, it's all been Jared getting blown--and they're going to be in a bed, and Jared doesn't really know what to do because all that's being filmed is their bodies, and that means there's no kissing--and he really wants to kiss Jensen--and it's not actually porn so there's no sex, and neither of them is even naked right now, and Jared is frustrated.
"Why are they even using doubles for this?" he had asked in makeup.
"I heard the lead actor wants to prove he supports gay rights," explained Jensen, sounding like he thought this was both funny and pathetic, "but he wants to do as little stuff with a guy as possible."
"That's stupid," Jared said, having given this information the half-second's consideration it deserved.
"Tell me about it."
"I'd rather a guy like him left my rights alone," said Jared, and, before Jensen could react, added, "I think we're on."
So now Jensen is above him, shirtless, rubbing up against him, knows he is gay, and all Jared can do is blather on about his dogs.
"I swear, if I don't find a new sitter Sadie is going to eat the neighbor's whole yard and we're gonna have a fight on our hands."
Jensen snorts, keeps thrusting slow and lazy over Jared. Through the jeans, Jared can still feel the heat of another body, and it's--not ideal. Exactly. "Can't believe you keep dogs in LA, man. My apartment's way too tiny for pets."
"It's not really LA proper, exactly," says Jared. "I'm kind of in the boonies."
"Not sure I can associate with you, in that case," Jensen grins back. "Don't want you ruining my reputation."
Jared's got a snappy retort all ready to go, but the director interrupts. "Jared, can you take his pants off?"
"Usually I ask for dinner first," says Jensen with a wink, as Jared fumbles with his jeans.
"In my mind," says Jared, "I am giving you the finger right now. I hope you know that."
*
"I hate the 405," says Jared, slumping over Jensen and resting his forehead against Jensen's bare back as he thrusts against him. They're still in their jeans, which is both good and bad. Jared really doesn't see the point in all the dry humping, but whatever. He's getting paid to hang out with a hot half-naked guy.
Jensen reaches up to pat the back of his head consolingly. "I don't think this is very in character," he adds.
"Shut up," says Jared. "I nearly had to pee in a cup it took so long to get home."
"This is really making the scene a lot sexier," Jensen points out. "It's a shame they can't use our dialogue."
"You're not helping."
"Dude, I don't know what does help. The 405 is like hell on earth. I'm sorry you were on it. Hell, I'm sorry it exists."
"That's all I want to hear."
"All right, tighter grip on his hips there," says the director. "It's getting more passionate."
"Come on, Jared, turn it up to eleven," Jensen adds.
Jared snorts into Jensen's back, which serves the fucker right.
*
The whole weekend, Jared regards the next Monday with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Because they're going to be naked on Monday. Both of them. Together. And so far Jensen has just been shirtless and he already looks amazingly good, so Jared is a little concerned that he's going to lose it and actually jump Jensen, like, during their sex scene, and he thinks that probably the director wouldn't appreciate this attempt at realism.
So Jared jerks off way more than usual that weekend in an attempt to get it out of his system, and spends far longer than he should worrying about what to wear, which is stupid because he's going to take it off as soon as he gets there anyway.
He also double checks his hair, not that his hair does what he wants it to anyway, so that's a lot cause, and tweezes his eyebrows a little, which is the most ridiculous thing he has done in recent memory. Other than stressing out about what clothes to wear to a naked film shoot.
It's pretty much all humiliating and terrible, and when he gets to work and Jensen is just lounging in makeup wearing worn out jeans and a thin gray t-shirt, he feels even worse.
"Morning," says Jensen easily, as if he has not spent his entire weekend preparing himself for this moment.
"Morning," says Jared.
Jensen hands over a coffee, smiles brightly. "Thought you might need the energy."
Luckily, Jared hasn't started drinking yet, so he doesn't spew his coffee all over, but he chokes a little.
Jensen winks.
Jared might not actually survive filming this movie.
*
"You, uh, watch the game last night?" asks Jared. He is trying to ignore the way Jensen's legs are on his shoulders. Jensen is really flexible.
"Which one?"
"Spurs."
Jensen snorts. It does not detract from his sexiness in the least. That doesn't even make sense. "Please, like I'd watch the Spurs."
"Right, you only see them when they're kicking your Mavs' sorry asses," Jared shoots back.
"You wish."
Jensen kicks him in the back of the head and sticks his tongue out.
"I hope that makes it into the movie," says Jared, supporting himself on one hand and rubbing the back of his head with his other.
"Can you guys focus?" asks the director, amusement clear in her voice.
When Jared repositions, he catches Jensen's eyes on his chest, a slight flush of his cheeks. His eyes cut away quickly and he tries to look somewhere else, but considering he's on a bed pretending to have sex with Jared, there's no good escape for him.
"What?" asks Jared.
"You must have one hell of a work-out routine," Jensen says, voice calm, but he's still flushed.
Okay, that's.
Jared is definitely filing that away.
*
Jared breaks it down like this.
1. Jensen is comfortable enough with his sexuality that he's willing to pretend to have sex with another guy on camera.
2. Jensen is kind of flirty.
3. Jensen was definitely checking him out.
4. He likes Jensen.
5. Jensen is hot.
6. It's not like this can actually get any more awkward.
7. They'll be done in a few days anyway, and if Jared doesn't ask Jensen out, then he might never see him again.
That's what really does it, because Jared absolutely can't deal with the idea that he is never going to talk to Jensen after this shoot is done. Jared has never clicked as fast with anyone as he did with Jensen, which is impressive, given how massively awkward their first meeting--and, in fact, all subsequent meetings--was. The worst that can happen is that Jensen says no, and he hasn't lost anything if that happens.
Except that Jensen might break his stupid heart.
*
Jared is alternating between thinking about the grossest, least sexy things he possibly can and trying to figure out how to ask Jensen out. Because right now, Jensen is sitting on his dick and bouncing up and down, and Jared might actually die of not having sex. He did not know this could be fatal before, but it had never come up before.
Bad pun.
He doesn't really know how to ask Jensen out. He's not good at asking people out. Usually he's in a bar and they're both a little tipsy and it's less a date and more a hookup. And while Jared absolutely wants to hook up with Jensen, he's after a little more than just that. And when he's at home, making lists about the pros and cons of asking Jensen out, it seems easy. But now he's not so sure.
His hands are on Jensen's hips and Jensen has his hands braced against the headboard, keeping himself up. Jared doesn't think it's the sexiest position they could have chosen, but it's not like it's his movie. And it works. They've been mostly silent, which is weird for them, and it unfortunately leaves Jared too much time to think.
Screw this, he thinks finally, and strokes his thumb experimentally over Jensen's hipbone, a light question of a touch. It's intimate and he doesn't have to be, and it probably shouldn't be because they're on camera. But Jensen shivers at the touch, a slight rearranging of his shoulders and his back, a little ripple of movement.
"How was the 405 today?" Jensen asks. His voice is huskier than normal.
And Jared--Jared gives up. He rubs his thumb over Jensen's hipbone again, curls his fingers a little, looks down off the bed. "Do you want to go out with me sometime?" he says. It doesn't come out confident or sexy or flippant. It comes out quiet and wistful, like wouldn't that be nice. It comes out goddamn romantic, even though they're on a bed pretending to have sex. "Just, you know. If you wanted to," he adds. It doesn't help. He still feels too big and stupid and all awkward, and he still can't look up at Jensen.
There's a pause, and then he feels one of Jensen's hands on his, tangling their fingers together.
He looks up to see Jensen smiling a little, and he's looking away too, the other way. "Thought you'd never ask," says Jensen, and Jared figures they can always just film this again if they have to. He takes his free hand off Jensen's hip and pushes himself up, uses his other hand to tug Jensen down until he's close enough to kiss.
It's only a second of hot, wet contact before Jensen's threading his other hand in Jared's hair, trying to get closer, and that would be awesome, except now Jensen has no hands holding him up and he overbalances and falls onto the bed and Jared in a pile of naked limbs.
Jared manages to keep kissing him, quick little touches, as they both crack up.
"If," says the director mildly, "you two could keep improvisation to a minimum, I'd really appreciate it."
"You are so unprofessional," says Jensen, nipping Jared's ear.
"Take two," says the director, sighing. "If the two of you are ready."
"Absolutely," says Jared, unable to keep the grin from his face. "Let's do this."
