"What?" he manages, squinting, as Jared gets closer.
"You heard me," Jared says. His eyes are curiously intense, and Jensen wants to squirm. "What if I've been working with you every day and loving every minute of it because I care about you? Because you're an amazing actor and we have an amazing show, too, but what if it wouldn't be the same without you?"
"Are you having a moment again?" Jensen says, and his jaw stutters to a halt at he feel of Jared's fingers on it.
"Something like that." Jared's voice goes low and hoarse. "Jensen, what if I--"
"Guys!"
The clarion call of the PA, who has clearly run for a good five minutes straight just trying to find them. "Can you guys get back for a bit? We have some supplemental shooting we need to do, cover a few more angles--"
"Sure, sure, be right there!" Jared waves in broad strokes of his arm, grinning, not shying away from Jensen by an inch. Jensen takes the opportunity to step back, but it doesn't lessen the tingle in his fingers, the sudden thereness of whatever was going to happen between them.
They walk back, 10 minutes, and when Jensen looks at Jared, he only gets a grin in return. And work's different, work's full of tension, just like Jensen feared. They get on set and their eyes meet and there's an untold story there, something they haven't been able to work out, and it's hanging over them.
And the director is loving every second. And weirdly enough, so's Jensen.
They go through it, wrap up, and Jensen's vibrating the whole time, like a plucked string. His body's singing a low note. It's OK, this time, to play the chemistry and the devotion between Dean and Sam, because there's something else, something distinct between him and Jared. Not the same thing. Not character bleed. A real desire that's mutual and flowing. Because of that, he can sink into Dean and no longer be afraid of confusion when he comes out of it.
And then, Jared's on his trailer steps. He looks weirdly subdued. Jensen stills, stands a few yards away, staring at him.
"Can we talk?" says Jared.
"Sure, man." Jensen fumbles for the trailer keys. "C'mon in."
"I wanted to say I'm sorry if I over--" Jared starts as Jensen approaches the steps. And then he stops, because Jensen's stopped, right at the foot of the steps, and is staring again. And this time his mind is racing with this is Jared, this is the guy who came into your life and changed it, and if it's life why don't you live it like he does, out loud, fearless, instead of worrying about things that might never happen, like being embarrassed in front of nobody?
"You OK?" Jared asks when the silence drags on too.
Jensen gives a wan smile. "Yeah," he says. "I think I'm just having a moment."
And he plants himself in Jared's lap and kisses him.
Jared makes a noise, then his lips curve next to Jensen's and he's wrapping his arms around him, shrugging him close. His lips are warm, eager, and when the kiss ends Jared squeezes him tight and holds him there.
"Hell of a moment," he murmurs. Jensen nods and lets his head rest on Jared's shoulder. No reason the moment has to end here, not anymore.
Re: Just Having a Moment 2/2
"What?" he manages, squinting, as Jared gets closer.
"You heard me," Jared says. His eyes are curiously intense, and Jensen wants to squirm. "What if I've been working with you every day and loving every minute of it because I care about you? Because you're an amazing actor and we have an amazing show, too, but what if it wouldn't be the same without you?"
"Are you having a moment again?" Jensen says, and his jaw stutters to a halt at he feel of Jared's fingers on it.
"Something like that." Jared's voice goes low and hoarse. "Jensen, what if I--"
"Guys!"
The clarion call of the PA, who has clearly run for a good five minutes straight just trying to find them. "Can you guys get back for a bit? We have some supplemental shooting we need to do, cover a few more angles--"
"Sure, sure, be right there!" Jared waves in broad strokes of his arm, grinning, not shying away from Jensen by an inch. Jensen takes the opportunity to step back, but it doesn't lessen the tingle in his fingers, the sudden thereness of whatever was going to happen between them.
They walk back, 10 minutes, and when Jensen looks at Jared, he only gets a grin in return. And work's different, work's full of tension, just like Jensen feared. They get on set and their eyes meet and there's an untold story there, something they haven't been able to work out, and it's hanging over them.
And the director is loving every second. And weirdly enough, so's Jensen.
They go through it, wrap up, and Jensen's vibrating the whole time, like a plucked string. His body's singing a low note. It's OK, this time, to play the chemistry and the devotion between Dean and Sam, because there's something else, something distinct between him and Jared. Not the same thing. Not character bleed. A real desire that's mutual and flowing. Because of that, he can sink into Dean and no longer be afraid of confusion when he comes out of it.
And then, Jared's on his trailer steps. He looks weirdly subdued. Jensen stills, stands a few yards away, staring at him.
"Can we talk?" says Jared.
"Sure, man." Jensen fumbles for the trailer keys. "C'mon in."
"I wanted to say I'm sorry if I over--" Jared starts as Jensen approaches the steps. And then he stops, because Jensen's stopped, right at the foot of the steps, and is staring again. And this time his mind is racing with this is Jared, this is the guy who came into your life and changed it, and if it's life why don't you live it like he does, out loud, fearless, instead of worrying about things that might never happen, like being embarrassed in front of nobody?
"You OK?" Jared asks when the silence drags on too.
Jensen gives a wan smile. "Yeah," he says. "I think I'm just having a moment."
And he plants himself in Jared's lap and kisses him.
Jared makes a noise, then his lips curve next to Jensen's and he's wrapping his arms around him, shrugging him close. His lips are warm, eager, and when the kiss ends Jared squeezes him tight and holds him there.
"Hell of a moment," he murmurs. Jensen nods and lets his head rest on Jared's shoulder. No reason the moment has to end here, not anymore.