For Your Entertainment, +1/3+1

[mangacat201]

Title: For your entertainment

Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: J2, minor Jensen/other
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3300

Disclaimer: Lies, all lies, Jared and Jensen belong to themselves and I’d never make money with them.  

Warnings: BDSM, D/s, dub-con, lots of leather, toys, language, minor breathplay, orgasm denial, rimming

 

Summary: It’s just about the most notorious excuse that any hollywood actor who finds themselves in precarious position will use. But leather pants and leash notwithstanding, Jensen was still just doing research. That’s when things actually get complicated.

A/N: I know guys, this is considerably shorter, but the last chapter will have 7k again, promise. Also it's just off at the beta's to be primped and if everything goes according to plan, it will be posted tomorrow. Thursday the very latest. OH and please check out the masterpost with brand new story art by insane_songbird . She deserves COMPLIMENTS!

Masterpost

Daylight interlude

 

When Jensen has something on his mind that doesn’t lead to an instant solution, he frets. He mulls it over, to and fro in his head, until there’s no new angles to look at anymore. If it hasn’t resolved itself by that time, he frets some more, which means he gets… distracted. Especially in the morning, since he’s only semi-conscious anyway, until he’s had his first three cups of coffee. His body’s used to doing pretty much the whole wake-up routine on autopilot, but when his thoughts go off the rails about something, these things get messed up, too. And he questions what it means for his self-perception that he let Jared… that he let a man do things to him… do things to him, with him, whatever, well, it’s pretty damn distracting.

 

It’s how he finds himself rubbing shampoo around in his hair absent-mindedly for about five minutes, until the suds sting in his eyes, and he shivers from the cold, before turning the water back on to rinse off quickly.

It’s how he finds himself dumping half a tin of fish food into the aquarium at once and has to scramble for that little net to get the soggy mess out of the water, before he kills the fish via overfeeding. The maid that comes in to clean every other day says he should really not feed the fish anyway, he always messes up the nutritional value of something or other. It’s not like he actually has to get it. The fish were the idea of his interior designer, he just tries not to kill them dead... most of the time!

Anyway, thing is, he isn’t gay, right? Not that he has a problem with being gay in general, for well… other people.

But him, he’s had a very healthy and wholesome relationship with the female bits, ever since he was old enough to swipe his brother’s dusty old porn mags from under his bed. It might have been some time since he’s had any action with a woman, but the sparseness of meaningful relationships is an occupational hazard in his line of work, and he’s not really a guy for casual, so…

…however, his ass that he cushions with two pillows when he sits down with a steaming cup of coffee on a barstool at the kitchen counter says otherwise.

 

Jensen stirs vigorously in his cup to make the brew cool down to drinkable faster, but even the delicious smell of roasted beans that still hangs in the air can’t occupy his thoughts for more than a few seconds. His problem is not only the physical, but also the emotional evidence.

The first night could have been a simple fluke, a spontaneous bout of experimentation.

But he met Jared again, deliberately, and too much happened between them, with his approval and emotional involvement….

The feelings he has about this whole thing are a jumbled mess and deeply unsettling, while the only thing he knows for sure is the fact that he’ll go back the minute Jared calls.

The spoon clinks loudly against the rim of the cup, when Jensen lets go of it to prop his face into his hands.

He’s having an affair with a beautiful stranger.

He might be falling for someone he doesn’t even know.

 

When Jensen comes back out of his thoughts, he reaches for the cup and takes a gulp, only to spit it back into the cup a second later, sputtering all over because the stuff is ice cold and just vile. Mournfully, he stares at the ruined cup and wonders whether he should hate Jared for the fact that he made him let a perfectly fine cup of coffee cool down into a disgusting, congealed mess. Naomi Campbell might have Evian and anger issues, but Jensen has coffee. And it’s a sacrilege really, he’s chewed out timid PA’s for less, so he should really curse Jared into next year, but as he gets up to tip the cup down the drain, he finds that he can’t. Taking a deep breath and staring into the sink, he feels suddenly like it’s all too much, and the walls are closing in on him fast. Jensen scrambles for the car keys and his jacket, fishing around in his head for something to do that makes him leave the house.

And now, this is how he ends up grocery shopping. Even though he never does and actually avoids it like the plague.

Because, one, even with his customary disguise of ball cap and sunglasses, it’s actually not that unlikely that people will recognize him, and he doesn’t like the attention at the best of times, much less when he’s searching for his toilet paper.

Two, well, he absolutely hates grocery shopping, period.

 

~*~

 

Jensen pushes the cart through the endless corridors searching for things he might need to buy, or just things he can justify having bought to keep himself out of his empty house a few minutes longer. He could of course call some friends to come over, but his good friends would instantly know that something’s off, and he really has no idea how he could talk about this with anyone. Thankfully, he’s out shopping at a time of the day when normal people are usually working, and therefore the possibility that someone will spot him is not really a big concern. As Jensen slowly makes his way down the aisles, his mind settles a little, and his thoughts calm down with the familiar task of browsing the shelves and selecting items. He’s close to the checkout counter, because really can’t pretend he's got something to do here any more, when he spots them at the other end of the aisle.

 

It’s two guys standing in front of the cheese rack, talking animatedly, and they’re really not flaunting it or anything, but Jensen’s quite sure that they’re like together together. It’s only a few minute details, they’re standing too close to each other, shoulders brushing frequently, and when one walks on, their pinky fingers tangle for a moment into not quite holding hands. The blonde one, obviously the younger of the two, bends down to get something from the bottom shelf, while his partner thoroughly appreciates his backside, getting a swat against his chest when he’s caught. The blonde man turns in Jensen’s direction to look for something else and frowns suddenly. That’s when Jensen realizes that he’s been standing there staring, with a carton of milk suspended in his hand over the cart the whole time. The blonde stretches to whisper something into the older man’s ear, and his partner turns to flick his eyes over to Jensen, who’s frozen on the spot. Then tall, dark and handsome pointedly slips his hand into the younger man’s back pocket, and when he looks up, his eyes say:

Yes, this is mine, got a problem?

 

They turn around and walk off, obviously unbothered by Jensen’s embarrassing behaviur, and when they’re out of sight, he finally manages to drop the milk into the cart. In the meantime, his thoughts are racing a mile a minute as he tries to process what he just witnessed. He’s never paid special attention to gay people’s relationships before, but the casual intimacy these guys displayed just now – and they looked neither flamboyantly twinky, nor overly butch, just like normal dudes –, well, it’s what he would have expected from any happy, committed couple. So, if being in a relationship with another man is not actually all that different,… why is it such a big deal?

Jensen takes a deep breath and grasps the handle of the cart in a shaky grip to get moving.

 

~*~

 

Jensen’s not really able to come terms with anything, but he also doesn’t have much time to sit down and think in the following week. He’s not filming right now, but that’s not exactly an equivalent for vacation time. There’s pre-production meetings, and post-production follow-ups, schedule coordination sessions, and screening dates. Misha has positively packed his days, probably, because he thinks that Jensen needs to be occupied to ‘get out of his funk’ – that’s what he says when he thinks that Jensen is moping. Which he isn’t, even though Jared hasn’t called the whole week. Not that Jensen doesn’t have too much on his plate to actually keep track of that, and couldn’t possibly spare a night anyway. So he’s really not annoyed that he didn’t even get a text,  and he most definitely isn't considering calling Jared first. Bastard even put his number into Jensen’s phone, which makes him wonder just how out of it he was that first night, for Jared to get up close and personal with his most prized possession (after coffee) to program in his own fricking ringtone. It’s a song from some new shooting star or other that got famous for not winning Idol, and how fucked up is that? Jensen didn’t actually listen to it anyway, so he wouldn’t know if it’s any good. He’d probably jump right out of his skin if his phone started up doodling like that, so it’s just as well that it hasn’t.

 

Misha’s roped him into going to a premiere party tonight – which he normally refuses point-blank if he doesn’t have anything to do with the movie – but he’s been irritable all week, and he kind of owes Misha for having to put up with him in that state. Plus, he seriously needs to get out of the house and even though an evening dressed up as a penguin, mingling with the fellow A-listers and fawning starlets is not quite his idea of fun, he’ll take anything he can get just about now. So he finds his bow tie and tells the driver to drop him off at the fancy hotel that hosts the aftershow party in their exclusive bar. He makes sure that he’s a little early, the movie hasn’t been over for long, and most premiere guests haven’t arrived yet. Equally, the photographers are still mostly flocking around the theatre, and he has a chance to get into the lobby, mostly unbothered by blinding flashes. He smiles obediently into the cameras for a moment instead, answers a couple of questions about his well-being circumspectly, before getting a seat at the bar, from where he can observe the crowd without being at the centre of attention.

 

He stays there to watch them mingle, nursing his drink leisurely since he had no intention of getting smashed tonight. He’d always found it fascinating to observe homo sapiens Hollywood in its natural habitat, grinning at the antics of slightly intoxicated females and displaying males. Then a low voice sounds next to him:

“It’s a right circus, isn’t it? Is this seat taken?”

Jensen turns around to the woman who just sat down next to him without really waiting for his response. She sets her drink down on the bar and flicks her honey brown hair over her shoulder, showing off the neckline of her light red silk dress that looks like it’s been painted onto her curvaceous figure. Jensen lifts his drink for a toast before he answers:

“That it is.”

Their eyes meet over their clinking glasses for a moment, and she smiles charmingly at him, before offering her hand.

“Elaine.”

He notices how her long delicate fingers are dwarfed by his when he takes her hand.

“Jensen.”

She gets points for not answering ‘I know’, even though, at a event like this, there’s scarcely a chance that she doesn’t. Parties like this are where rich and beautiful men come to pick up rich and beautiful women… more or less. The celebrity status always makes it both easier and more complicated to figure out the motives of everyone involved, but there’s still a difference between blurting it out to your face and pretending that no one’s the wiser. After taking a sip from their drinks, they fall into effortless small talk, bonding over how they both are sometime exasperated at the social folly that is the glamor world.

 

Jensen finds himself laughing freely at Elaine’s jibes over the third or fourth drink, a lot more buzzed than he had anticipated being, but also pleasantly surprised about how much he’s enjoying the evening.

“You’ve got cute little crinkles around your eyes when you laugh; did you know?”

Jensen smiles and throws back the rest of his drink.

“So I’ve been told.”

Elaine leans in, lowering her smooth, alto voice so only he can hear her.

“I have to say I didn’t expect to have such a good time tonight.”

“Me neither.”

“So, I’m not normally this straight forward, but…” her broad smile belies her words as she continues,”… you wanna get out of here, get a room?”

Jensen is stumped for a moment, though it really shouldn’t surprise him like that, given what the whole encounter has been leading up to from the start, but he finds himself hanging by a thread all of the sudden. He doesn’t hook up like that, especially not when his emotions are all over the place, like right now, but he really likes Elaine, and as he looks into her open, beautiful face, he thinks what the hell. He’s an adult, and he should be allowed to have fun with a woman whose company he enjoys, no strings attached.

“I’m going to take care of that. You finish up your drink and meet me at the elevators in five?”

Her eyes sparkle at him and she reaches for her glass.

“I’ll be there. It was nice meeting you Mr. Ross, hope to see you soon.”

Jensen smiles, nods at her and leaves a few notes on the bar for the drinks, before he makes his way through the crowd. Once he’s out in the lobby, he wonders what the fuck he thinks he’s doing.

 

True to form, Elaine arrives at the elevators just as Jensen pushes the call button. She stops about three feet away from him to give the impression that they’re just a couple of guests on the way back to their rooms – separately. Jensen appreciates the discretion, because the last thing he needs right now is a trashy photo and the story about his new ‘lady-friend’ in the yellow press. Elaine makes a game of it all the way up to the room, throwing him covert glances and secretive smiles. Suddenly, Jensen can’t wait to get there to do something drastic to that treacherous dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. When they finally arrive at the room, Jensen is already loosening his tie as he swipes the key card and opens the door. Elaine barely has a chance to step through the door before he grips her arm and drags her against his body, kicking the door shut in the process. He captures her lips in a savage kiss that tastes like strawberry lipgloss and crowds her into the room, towards the bed. She gives as good as she gets though, dragging his tie off and ripping his shirt open. They fall into bed, Jensen’s hands on her ass, and her breasts pressed against his chest. As their making out gets more intense, Jensen catches himself wishing that she’d just take his hands off her breasts already to pin them over his head. Jensen opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling and wonders why something feels off all of a sudden. The physical attraction is not the problem, his cock is still very much interested in the assets that are displayed in front of him.

But the kiss tastes like… betrayal.

 

Once the realization hits him, Jensen turns his head away and puts his hand on her shoulder to get some distance between them.

“Wait, wait,… stop, please, stop… I… I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Elaine takes a second to process what he’s on about, and then she sits up, looking at him incredulously.

“Is there a problem? I didn’t get the impression.”

Jensen scoots up to sit at the edge of the bed and rakes his hands through his hair before turning to look at her over his shoulder.

“No, no problem. I… I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean… but I just can’t.”

“Can I know why?”

Jensen hesitates, unsure how to answer the question, but he takes a deep breath.

“I… there’s someone else. I’m sorry.”

He sees hurt flit over her face for a moment, but then she studies him a little and huffs like she read more from his expression than he knows about the mess in his own head.

“I see. Well, I have to say, that is one lucky lady.”

He wants to laugh hysterically and decides to put his head into his hands instead.

“You have no idea.”

“Mind if I have my post-coital smoke as a non-coital smoke right now?”

Jensen waves his hand in a ‘go-ahead’ kind of gesture, and he feels the bed dip when she gets up to locate her clutch. He hears the balcony door slide open, and the snick of the lighter, before a whiff of smoke catches in his nose.

 

“If you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look terribly happy for a guy who just realized he’d give up this, because he has someone in his life that he wants more.”

He turns around to see her leaning against the door jamb of the balcony with her elbow propped up with one hand and the cigarette in the other. He still thinks she’s incredibly beautiful, but suddenly that doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore.

“It’s not that easy.”

“That’s what they all say. Wanna talk about it? Sometimes that helps make things less complicated. I think you owe me for cheating me out of what I know would have been a perfectly good orgasm, or two.”

That makes him laugh, and the tension inside him eases a little when she smiles back. Now she feels like a female version of Misha to him. Lots prettier, just as deadpan.

“It’s… well, it’s complicated… and very recent.”

“Glad to hear that I wasn't about to butcher a two-year-relationship.”

“God, no… but the thing we have could be called… unorthodox.”

“Ah,” she says and takes a drag, blowing the smoke out into the night, “and that’s a problem?”

“No, not at all, it’s just… I’m not sure we could handle the ordinary part of a relationship. And I’m not even sure we’re on the same page there.”

 

“So, basically you’re saying that you have no idea if something will come of it, even if you try?”

Jensen nods and hangs his head.

“But you want to.”

He holds his breath and lets his thoughts swirl aimlessly for a moment.

“Yeah, I really want to.”

The whisper is so quiet that he can barely hear himself. He jumps when he feels a hand on his elbow, dragging him up to stand. Elaine looks at him for a moment and then starts doing up the buttons of his shirt.

“Well… then there’s only one thing left to do, is there?”

Jensen stares down at her bowed head and doesn’t know how to tell her how grateful he is. She turns away and jots something down onto a bit of hotel stationary, before folding it up and sliding it into his jacket pocket.

“You know, I still had a really good time tonight. If you ever want to have a more meaningful talk… in a café, not in the bedroom… Call me, all right?”

With that she kisses the corner of his mouth lightly and then unceremoniously shoves him out of the room with a mischievous grin and a wink.

 

On the way down in the elevator, Jensen leans against the wall, emotionally exhausted, but cautiously optimistic. It’s hardly believable just how much has happened tonight, but it seems like he's gained a friend, and a bit of insight.

No matter what actually comes out at the other end, he’s willing to rock his whole world.

For Jared.

 

PART 3A