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ladyjanelly) wrote2006-11-30 10:26 pm
FIC: Re-cast, ch 1/? rated R Jensen/Jared
Title: Re-cast
Author: Ladyjanelly
Rating: R
Characters: Jensen/Jared, Eric Johnson (that boy who played Whit on Smallville)
Summary: Jensen stopped acting in 2000. He still runs into Jared.
Warning: Men sexing men (or at least thinking about it). AU.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not my boys.
"Johnson! Padalecki! Can you two at least pretend to have a little chemistry?"
Jared takes a step back from the scene and gives the latest guest director his best sheepish grin. "Sorry, that was me," he says, even though the flubbed take before that was more Eric’s fault. Jared knows that of all the "Deans" he auditioned with that Eric worked best with him. Of all the directors they’d had so far, Kim’s the most talented and is getting the best work out of all of them. It doesn’t change the fact that his back’s killing him and this is the eighth damn take and if he has to get slammed into the wall one more time he’s gonna lose his shit man, like totally.
The set guys are resetting everything for another run when a PA trots over to Kim. There’s a short conference then he barks out "Padalecki! Your therapist is here. You’ve got ninety minutes."
Ninety minutes out of a sixteen hour workday doesn’t seem like much and Jared knows he won’t be much use without the time he spends on the table under Holly’s talented hands. Still, he can’t help the spark of guilt. He’s never worked on a show where everyone worked so hard, where it felt like there was so much at stake.
"They sent somebody new," the PA informs him on the way back to his trailer. "Security already cleared him in. Oh, and wow, is he cute."
Jared groans on the inside, because his massage and physical therapy is supposed to be relaxing and constructive, and he liked Holly’s mothering manner and non-distracting looks. He’s not precisely annoyed when he gets to his trailer and he’s not about to throw a prima donna fit or anything, but he is a bit disappointed at the change.
He opens the door and the spark of resentment sputters and dies, because "cute" doesn’t even begin to describe this guy who is spreading a crisp white sheet over the folding massage table. "Beautiful," his brain decides as his follow the lines of the man’s profile, the perfect symmetry of features. There’s something classical about the fullness of his lips, the thickness of his eyelashes. His hair is a dark blond, light brown sort of color, a little shorter than Jared’s messy mop, smooth and soft-looking.
Da Vinci should have drawn him; Michelangelo should have used him for a model of upper torso development. His grey thermal shirt and the navy t-shirt that’s over it just accent the lean triangle of his body, the well-defined thickness of his forearms.
And Jared’s supposed to relax and be massaged by this? He’s just glad he’s not up against the guy for his next role.
Then the man turns toward him and Jared sees the reason he’s working in physical therapy and not on magazine covers or prime-time television. The Y-shaped scar on his right cheek isn’t huge, but it’s noticeable, and deep-looking enough that it’d be hard for makeup to cover it.
It also doesn’t help Jared’s predicament any. He was raised close enough to cowboy culture to think a good scar’s about as sexy as a cool car or a leather jacket or just about anything.
"Mister Padalecki?" the man says in a voice that would be pure sex if it wasn’t so damn professional. He offers his hand with a "Nice to meet you; I’m Jensen. I’ll be doing your massage and therapy for a few weeks while Holly deals with a family situation."
Jared shakes his hand and notes the softness of his skin, the strength of his grip. He desperately fights the urge to adjust himself in his jeans, swears to himself that he won’t perve on his therapist, and God, is that Texas in his accent?
"It’s nice to meet you," Jared says, his momma’s lessons on manners kicking in at last, "And please, call me Jared."
Jensen smiles at him again, all white teeth and warm eyes and freckles across the bridge of his nose. "Jared then. I’ll wait outside for a minute; you go ahead and undress to your level of comfort and lay down under the sheet, face-down, and I’ll be back in a bit."
Holly used to say those exact words every session and Jared never popped a boner, but coming from Jensen they shoot straight to his dick. Jensen steps out and Jared can’t help watching his muscular back and trim ass.
"I am so screwed," Jared moans to himself as he strips down to his boxers. Totally naked, he knows he’d be doomed.
If he had time to jerk off he would have. Instead, he’s hard and aching under the sheet when Jensen taps on the door and comes back in. He tries to think about Sandy, or England, or car wrecks, but his cock throbs against the padded table and the subtle smell of Jensen's cologne makes it difficult to concentrate.
There’s medical small talk, "Show me where it hurts" and "How’s your pain level today." It’s obvious that Jensen's read his file but he asks like it matters and his table-side manner helps Jared to relax.
Relaxation’s a lost cause when he hears the plastic snap-cap on the massage oil pop open, the fart-squirt of it leaving the bottle and the slick slick slick sound of Jensen warming it between his hands. Then skin touches skin, a warm strong glide and Jared’s lost, the tension draining out of him in a rush and he melts under the sheer skill of those hands.
Holly had been good but Jensen is amazing. He finds the perfect amount of pressure to get the deepest massage without actually hurting. He gets into all the aches, breaks down all the knots.
There’s casual conversation, "How do you like Vancouver?" and "Got family still in Texas?" Jared wants to ask Jensen how he ended up so far from home or something but he realizes he’s lucky to have enough mental acuity to answer Jensen's questions with full sentences.
He’s not quite sure when he loses consciousness. One minute he’s trying to say "Yeah, a sister and a brother," and the next minute Jensen’s crouched down at the head of the table calling his name. He blinks awake to Jensen’s green eyes watching him and Jensen’s warm hand on his shoulder to keep him from rolling off the table and hurting himself.
"You good?"
Jared props himself up on one elbow and rubs a hand over his face. Falling asleep, how lame is that? "Better than," he says, trying to reclaim his cool. "Thanks. A lot."
"You’re welcome," Jensen says as he stands and steps back. "I’ll let you get dressed." His smile crinkles the skin at the corners of his eyes. He’s close enough that Jared could lean forward and kiss him or reach out and run his fingers through his hair and it takes a firm reminder to self: thou shalt not sexually harass your physical therapist to stop him.
Jensen goes outside and Jared puts his clothes on. It feels incomplete, like he should leave a tip or something, but Holly had told him tips are for masseuses and not PTs so he doesn’t.
Jensen’s standing on the trailer steps when Jared comes out, blowing into his hands to keep warm. "Hey," he says when their eyes meet. "I’d like to get you in the gym tomorrow, work on building the muscles back in that area." He holds out his card and Jared takes it. "My number’s there. Call me when you know if you’ll be able to fit me in?"
Jared grins and nods and God, is he blushing? Somehow having the number makes Jensen that much more real. "Same time tomorrow for the massage?"
From the corner of his eye, Jared sees the PA running up, her clipboard and the production schedule in her hand.
"I’ll see you then," Jensen says as Jared’s dragged off.
When Jared gets another break, hours later, he would swear he could still smell Jensen’s scent in his trailer.
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And wow, Eric would have made a good Dean too.
Those darn SpN boys. They're like the measles. Only much hotter. And less scratchy.
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I think I needed to start the fic with the porn instead of trying to work my way there through the gen.
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I can't wait to see where you take this. This is going to be...really awesome.
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Re: Jensen's lazy eye?
Re: Jensen's lazy eye?
Re: Jensen's lazy eye?
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Hopefully I'll get stuck registering for classes for hours tomorrow and have plenty of time to work on it. :)
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smiles wide.. excited.. is greedy wants like alot more
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Glad you liked it.
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PLEASE let there be a sequel:D:D:D:D
luv lots,
Vanna
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I need to see this develop... need to. really.
No, it's not just that I WANT to... I have to have it, or I could die or something.
YOu don't want a dead body on your hands do you?
*grins*
Please update?!
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hmmmmmmm....
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I like the change in dynamic that happened in my head when they weren't co-stars anymore.
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I too loved the scar-bit. and the whole thing made me all warm and fuzzy inside, kinda like I imagine Jared to be after that massage...
This is like the slightly pornier replacement for the ju-jitsu series.
is that your way of saying that you're quitting the ju-jitsu? OH NO!!
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Yeah, the Ju-Jitsu boys have been pretty quiet lately. Needed something else light and casual to work on between the more serious fics.
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Okay - so this is me officially BEGGING for you to write more in this fic! Your writing was great and i love your plot and you just have to write more (please!) because i'll drive myself nuts wondering how Jared hurt is back nad what happened to Jensen and if/how they get together.... and besides, it's christmas and you writing another chapter would be an awsome gift to the land of fic :)
If you need more inspiration, praise, chocolates, money.... whatever it takes to get you to keep writing please let me know and i'll be happy to oblige! (though the whole money thing might come in the Monopoly form!)
Keep up the great writing! ♥ - Leanne.
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Things that usually result in my writing more--
Getting stuck with nothing for amusement but my notebook (dr's offices, school libraries, chick fil a)
Concrit. I do so love knowing what exactly hit the girls in their ovaries and what just sorta went flat.
The lack of deadlines. I just did a nano-alternative where the only stipulation was to write every single day for a month. My god, I got so much done. But if I'm working with a deadline (for a challenge or something) I don't write anything on anything. It sucks.
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Can't wait for the next part!
Dawn xx
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okay, that is just... ridiculously hot. i do hope you feel the urge to continue:)
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(Anonymous) 2006-12-06 08:16 am (UTC)(link)no subject
SO HOT
MORE?
PLEASE
NOW
NOW
NOW
:D
I'll go search.
Hoping you have *crosses fingers*
will mem
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This is an AWESOME au. I love the idea. Cause, you know, I wonder what Jensen's life would be like if he had persued physical therapy instead of acting...
And, scar? mmm, yeah, baby.
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I think the choice of physical therapy is a good one for Jensen. It would allow him to use his professional "polish" that he's learned over the years of modelling/acting-giving him a script to work with patients, so to speak.
One of the things I first wondered, when I read this chapter-and it nagged me as I worked my way through the fic-is whether the scar was deliberately inflicted by someone? It seems a little too precisely-shaped to me. Is it wrong of me to be hopeful for that? *facepalms*
Pesti
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Heh. Also, part of this Jensen-concept was a man who wasn't impressed by fame. PT to the stars. He was planning on PT as his backup plan if the acting thing didn't work out, so it seemed a safe bet that he'd keep it as his plan-B.
Hmmmm. Scar. I don't wanna jinx myself by revealing too soon. But no, it's not wrong of you to be hopeful. :)
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Typo-crit, if you're into it:
"lie"
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Awesome job.
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