FIC: Come Play With Me
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lexzillaMain Feature Part 3
Jared found himself pulling up outside Jensen’s modest home at 7:00 pm sharp. All in all he thought he looked pretty sharp. Obviously not Jensen sharp but at least sharp enough to stand next to the man without people laughing. Chad and Sandy were lame-ass friends who wouldn’t help him if he was on fire and he really, really hated both of them and so what if he was angsting about the clothes for over an hour, that was his prerogative damn it, and so, yeah, he finally capitulated and called his Momma. On her advice he’d gone with a nice pair of black slacks and a smart, plain white button down shirt with shoes and not sandals. And he needed to stop idling and get out of the car as soon as possible.
With a deep breath, Jared managed to unfurl his large frame from the driver’s seat and get himself out of the car. One hurdle down, he thought, eighty billion to go.
Next, the journey from automobile to door. Sure it looked like just a few simple steps, but Jared knew better then to be deceived by that. He could see at least five things he could potentially trip over, gravel that could go flying out from under his feet, not to mention the small creatures, well birds, that could fly at his face and mutilate him. He’d seen all of Hitchcock’s films, thank you very much, so he had definite reasons to panic.
Mercifully, Jared had managed to move his body during his mental tirade where he worked himself into a state of abject fear and before he could completely shut down in the middle of a giant freak-out, he was at the front door of Jensen’s small but tidy house.
A knock later and he was faced with so much pretty, his eyeballs went a bit crazy trying to look at all of Jensen at once. His hair was all sexy mussed and he was clean-shaven which made every perfect feature stand out that little bit more. Was it considered bad form to lick someone’s freckles as a greeting? Because that’s what he had to hold himself back from doing.
Jensen was wearing a form fitting green shirt, which brought out the color of his…everything and a pair of dark blue jeans that Jared just bet showcased that perfect ass off and those cute bow-legs that weren’t at all caused by things Jared wasn’t going to contemplate because otherwise his cock would be seriously uncomfortable during the drive to the restaurant.
Jensen, who had gone a sweet shade of pink under the slack-jawed scrutiny, coughed to break the silence. “Hey, Jay.”
“Jen. You look…amazing.”
More blush. “Thanks, man. You too.”
“You ready to go?”
“Sure. Just let me grab my jacket.” Jensen said as he reached behind him to get this sexy looking brown leather coat.
Jared grinned and did an ostentatious bow. “My carriage awaits.”
Jensen laughed as he locked his door and headed past Jared. “Give it a rest, Jay,” he jokingly whined as he headed towards Jared’s car. “Man. You’re right. You do win points for this. It’s a sweet looking ride.”
“Sure is. Purrs like a kitten too. Hop in”
The ride to the restaurant was filled with car chat and Jared was pleased to see how excited Jensen got over his mechanical baby. It was just awesome that there were no awkward silences or stilted conversations. Score one for the Padalecki.
When they got to their destination Jared had rushed round to open the door for Jensen, but stopped when he was greeting with a mulish and frustrated expression marring the handsome face.
“Jared,” Jensen warned.
“I know.” Jared soothed, backing away with his hands raised placatingly. “I know. But it’s not an ‘I think you’re a woman thing’. Honest. I just want to do nice things for you. Besides, my Momma raised me to have good manners no matter who I was courting.”
“Courting?”
“Yep.”
“Man, you’re such a dork.”
“Pfft. Like I didn’t already know that.” Jared left a pause, then worked up his courage. What was the worst that could happen? Jensen could say no comment? “So, can I ask what happened?”
“Huh? When?”
“Y’know, to make you a bit…That made you think other men thought you were a girl, that whole thing.”
“Oh. That.” There was the sound of a long sigh escaping Jensen and Jared could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he was rubbing his face, but he came to a stop just outside the large doors of the Palm Restaurant. “When I was about…nineteen, I was seeing this guy and it turns out he was a complete bastard, but I guess he managed to do a bit of a number on me before I realized it. And…anyway, he just tried to, I guess, treat me like the little lady and…it rankled. I don’t…I don’t wanna talk any more about it. But we’re cool still, right.”
And again Jared felt the over-protectiveness surge up in him. What was it about Jensen that just made Jared want to keep him close and keep him to himself. And it was not weird because deep-down he knew that you couldn’t literally wrap an man in cotton balls for the rest of his life, so his brain was not allowed to go there. “Damn right we’re cool,” he found himself saying in his best ghetto-fabulous voice. “We’re cool like ice. No, no. We’re cool like Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk cool.”
“Well then,” Jensen said with the beginning of a smile semi-formed on his plush pink lips. “That is cool.”
Jared couldn’t help but smile back as he held open the door and ushered Jensen inside. The maitre d’ appeared within seconds and ushered them to the small table that Jared had reserved earlier.
“Whoo,” Jensen exhaled, looking round once they’d been seated. “This is nice Jared.”
“Really? You like it?” At Jensen’s nod, Jared felt himself relax a fraction and gave himself a second point in the tally he was nowhere near dorky enough to be keeping in his head. “Y’know, they do some pretty good steaks here.”
Jensen’s face lit up on hearing that and Jared couldn’t help grin in return at the joy radiating from his companion in that minute. How amazing was it that he could make Jensen happy with just such a simple thing? Man, knowing that most definitely gave him a rush.
Opening one of the menus that were on the table, he found the steak section and passed it over to Jensen. “Yup. Sirloin, Porterhouse, Rib-eye, something called a la stone,” the last of which Jared said with a bad imitation of a French accent.
Mercifully, Jared had managed to move his body during his mental tirade where he worked himself into a state of abject fear and before he could completely shut down in the middle of a giant freak-out, he was at the front door of Jensen’s small but tidy house.
A knock later and he was faced with so much pretty, his eyeballs went a bit crazy trying to look at all of Jensen at once. His hair was all sexy mussed and he was clean-shaven which made every perfect feature stand out that little bit more. Was it considered bad form to lick someone’s freckles as a greeting? Because that’s what he had to hold himself back from doing.
Jensen was wearing a form fitting green shirt, which brought out the color of his…everything and a pair of dark blue jeans that Jared just bet showcased that perfect ass off and those cute bow-legs that weren’t at all caused by things Jared wasn’t going to contemplate because otherwise his cock would be seriously uncomfortable during the drive to the restaurant.
Jensen, who had gone a sweet shade of pink under the slack-jawed scrutiny, coughed to break the silence. “Hey, Jay.”
“Jen. You look…amazing.”
More blush. “Thanks, man. You too.”
“You ready to go?”
“Sure. Just let me grab my jacket.” Jensen said as he reached behind him to get this sexy looking brown leather coat.
Jared grinned and did an ostentatious bow. “My carriage awaits.”
Jensen laughed as he locked his door and headed past Jared. “Give it a rest, Jay,” he jokingly whined as he headed towards Jared’s car. “Man. You’re right. You do win points for this. It’s a sweet looking ride.”
“Sure is. Purrs like a kitten too. Hop in”
The ride to the restaurant was filled with car chat and Jared was pleased to see how excited Jensen got over his mechanical baby. It was just awesome that there were no awkward silences or stilted conversations. Score one for the Padalecki.
When they got to their destination Jared had rushed round to open the door for Jensen, but stopped when he was greeting with a mulish and frustrated expression marring the handsome face.
“Jared,” Jensen warned.
“I know.” Jared soothed, backing away with his hands raised placatingly. “I know. But it’s not an ‘I think you’re a woman thing’. Honest. I just want to do nice things for you. Besides, my Momma raised me to have good manners no matter who I was courting.”
“Courting?”
“Yep.”
“Man, you’re such a dork.”
“Pfft. Like I didn’t already know that.” Jared left a pause, then worked up his courage. What was the worst that could happen? Jensen could say no comment? “So, can I ask what happened?”
“Huh? When?”
“Y’know, to make you a bit…That made you think other men thought you were a girl, that whole thing.”
“Oh. That.” There was the sound of a long sigh escaping Jensen and Jared could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he was rubbing his face, but he came to a stop just outside the large doors of the Palm Restaurant. “When I was about…nineteen, I was seeing this guy and it turns out he was a complete bastard, but I guess he managed to do a bit of a number on me before I realized it. And…anyway, he just tried to, I guess, treat me like the little lady and…it rankled. I don’t…I don’t wanna talk any more about it. But we’re cool still, right.”
And again Jared felt the over-protectiveness surge up in him. What was it about Jensen that just made Jared want to keep him close and keep him to himself. And it was not weird because deep-down he knew that you couldn’t literally wrap an man in cotton balls for the rest of his life, so his brain was not allowed to go there. “Damn right we’re cool,” he found himself saying in his best ghetto-fabulous voice. “We’re cool like ice. No, no. We’re cool like Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk cool.”
“Well then,” Jensen said with the beginning of a smile semi-formed on his plush pink lips. “That is cool.”
Jared couldn’t help but smile back as he held open the door and ushered Jensen inside. The maitre d’ appeared within seconds and ushered them to the small table that Jared had reserved earlier.
“Whoo,” Jensen exhaled, looking round once they’d been seated. “This is nice Jared.”
“Really? You like it?” At Jensen’s nod, Jared felt himself relax a fraction and gave himself a second point in the tally he was nowhere near dorky enough to be keeping in his head. “Y’know, they do some pretty good steaks here.”
Jensen’s face lit up on hearing that and Jared couldn’t help grin in return at the joy radiating from his companion in that minute. How amazing was it that he could make Jensen happy with just such a simple thing? Man, knowing that most definitely gave him a rush.
Opening one of the menus that were on the table, he found the steak section and passed it over to Jensen. “Yup. Sirloin, Porterhouse, Rib-eye, something called a la stone,” the last of which Jared said with a bad imitation of a French accent.
Of course it was at that moment that the waiter came over to take their drinks order. Jared felt himself blush even as he threw his head back and laughed. Although he was secretly pleased to notice that when Jensen joined in, he seemed more to be laughing with him than at him.
Jared was so happy to find that it wasn’t the last time he would laugh that evening. In fact, Jensen was fantastic company, a perfect mix of down-home attitude and a dry but occasionally childish sense of humor that led the two of them down some wonderfully fanciful flights of conversation that amused and delighted both of them.
He did notice that after the conversation outside, they stuck to fairly neutral topics like filming and sports, but Jared didn’t mind. He knew that this was just the first dates and that all relationships had to start somewhere.
Just after the main course (delicious) and before desert arrived (ooh apple pie), Jared was spotted. Never being the smallest person in the room, he found that his giant frame always drew attention but now he was famous, people actually recognized him rather than just gawped at the really, really tall fella.
“Mr. Padalecki?”
Jared looked up to find three obviously nervous-looking young women standing at his table. The one who had spoken was bright red, but Jared liked the way she just pushed through the embarrassment.
“Hi.” he said with the biggest most at-ease-putting smile he could conjure.
“Hi,” she managed before she had to give into the urge to giggle. Jared couldn’t help but notice one of her friends nudging her back in support. “Um…We’re film students at UCLA, and we were wondering if it was okay to ask you a quick question about your movie?”
“Erm…Sure. As long as my date doesn’t mind.” The girls giggled some more at hearing this, as Jared turned to Jensen and raised his eyebrow. He received a small smile and an imperceptible nod of the head in confirmation.
“Okay. Shoot.”
“Well, you seem to have created very much your own universe in Mondo Macabre and in some of the shorts you made, that we’ve been able to see, so I guess, we’re asking, what elements do you think defines the cellular Padalecki universe?”
“That’s a good question,” Jared mused, taking a moment to gather his wits. He didn’t want to disappoint the fans after all. “But also kind of hard to answer. I think a whole lot of that stuff is just subtly done, it just comes out with the characters. Journalists always go “oh its so pop-culture referential” and so on, but that’s not me being clever, that’s just what people I know talk about and so, by extension, do the characters I write”
“But you’re a smart guy,” back-nudging-girl piped up. “I’m sure you get analytical about some of it too.”
“To tell you the truth, I do with other movies, ones I love to watch even, but with mine, well, I try not to get analytical in the writing process. I just kind of try to keep the flow from my brain to my hand as far as the pen is concerned and go with the moment, go with my guts so to say.”
He could see that the third girl was about to interrupt, but sometimes there was no stopping Jared’s mouth and brain once it had started so he continued. “It’s different than when you’re playing games or trying to be clever. To me, truth is the big thing, so you’re writing something and you get to a place where your characters could go this way or that and I just can’t lie. The characters have gotta be true to themselves.”
“That’s not something you see a lot in most Hollywood movies,” first girl commented.
“Oh yeah. You’re absolutely right and I couldn’t agree more. There, characters lie all the time. They can’t do this because it would affect the movie this way or that or this demographic might not like it. To me a character can’t do anything good or bad, they can only do something that’s true or not.”
A few questions later and Jared was having such a good time talking about his work, and maybe, showing off for Jensen, that he got the waiter to grab some chairs for the girls so they’d be more comfortable. Another few questions after that, Jensen quietly excused himself to go to the bathroom, while discussion reigned between them at the table.
Jared almost didn’t notice when Jensen moved to slip out the restaurant rather than return to his seat. ‘What the fuck!’ he thought. Throwing way too much money on the table and pushing his way past the ladies with a polite “excuse me” falling from his lips, because he would always be a southern gentleman at heart, Jared chased after his erstwhile companion. “Jen. Hey, Jen. Wait up.”
Jensen stopped and turned around. He looked pretty crappy. “Are you alright, man?” Jared asked, concerned.
“Yeah, Jared. I’m just feeling a little beat. Was gonna head home is all. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Interrupt?” Jared questioned with genuine befuddlement. “Jen, what…”
“You know, your little fan club meeting.” Jared watched as Jensen rubbed a hand over his face and then looked Jared in the eye again. “Sorry,” Jensen continued. “That was pretty uncalled for.”
Jared was so happy to find that it wasn’t the last time he would laugh that evening. In fact, Jensen was fantastic company, a perfect mix of down-home attitude and a dry but occasionally childish sense of humor that led the two of them down some wonderfully fanciful flights of conversation that amused and delighted both of them.
He did notice that after the conversation outside, they stuck to fairly neutral topics like filming and sports, but Jared didn’t mind. He knew that this was just the first dates and that all relationships had to start somewhere.
Just after the main course (delicious) and before desert arrived (ooh apple pie), Jared was spotted. Never being the smallest person in the room, he found that his giant frame always drew attention but now he was famous, people actually recognized him rather than just gawped at the really, really tall fella.
“Mr. Padalecki?”
Jared looked up to find three obviously nervous-looking young women standing at his table. The one who had spoken was bright red, but Jared liked the way she just pushed through the embarrassment.
“Hi.” he said with the biggest most at-ease-putting smile he could conjure.
“Hi,” she managed before she had to give into the urge to giggle. Jared couldn’t help but notice one of her friends nudging her back in support. “Um…We’re film students at UCLA, and we were wondering if it was okay to ask you a quick question about your movie?”
“Erm…Sure. As long as my date doesn’t mind.” The girls giggled some more at hearing this, as Jared turned to Jensen and raised his eyebrow. He received a small smile and an imperceptible nod of the head in confirmation.
“Okay. Shoot.”
“Well, you seem to have created very much your own universe in Mondo Macabre and in some of the shorts you made, that we’ve been able to see, so I guess, we’re asking, what elements do you think defines the cellular Padalecki universe?”
“That’s a good question,” Jared mused, taking a moment to gather his wits. He didn’t want to disappoint the fans after all. “But also kind of hard to answer. I think a whole lot of that stuff is just subtly done, it just comes out with the characters. Journalists always go “oh its so pop-culture referential” and so on, but that’s not me being clever, that’s just what people I know talk about and so, by extension, do the characters I write”
“But you’re a smart guy,” back-nudging-girl piped up. “I’m sure you get analytical about some of it too.”
“To tell you the truth, I do with other movies, ones I love to watch even, but with mine, well, I try not to get analytical in the writing process. I just kind of try to keep the flow from my brain to my hand as far as the pen is concerned and go with the moment, go with my guts so to say.”
He could see that the third girl was about to interrupt, but sometimes there was no stopping Jared’s mouth and brain once it had started so he continued. “It’s different than when you’re playing games or trying to be clever. To me, truth is the big thing, so you’re writing something and you get to a place where your characters could go this way or that and I just can’t lie. The characters have gotta be true to themselves.”
“That’s not something you see a lot in most Hollywood movies,” first girl commented.
“Oh yeah. You’re absolutely right and I couldn’t agree more. There, characters lie all the time. They can’t do this because it would affect the movie this way or that or this demographic might not like it. To me a character can’t do anything good or bad, they can only do something that’s true or not.”
A few questions later and Jared was having such a good time talking about his work, and maybe, showing off for Jensen, that he got the waiter to grab some chairs for the girls so they’d be more comfortable. Another few questions after that, Jensen quietly excused himself to go to the bathroom, while discussion reigned between them at the table.
Jared almost didn’t notice when Jensen moved to slip out the restaurant rather than return to his seat. ‘What the fuck!’ he thought. Throwing way too much money on the table and pushing his way past the ladies with a polite “excuse me” falling from his lips, because he would always be a southern gentleman at heart, Jared chased after his erstwhile companion. “Jen. Hey, Jen. Wait up.”
Jensen stopped and turned around. He looked pretty crappy. “Are you alright, man?” Jared asked, concerned.
“Yeah, Jared. I’m just feeling a little beat. Was gonna head home is all. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Interrupt?” Jared questioned with genuine befuddlement. “Jen, what…”
“You know, your little fan club meeting.” Jared watched as Jensen rubbed a hand over his face and then looked Jared in the eye again. “Sorry,” Jensen continued. “That was pretty uncalled for.”
Understanding rose in Jared. Jensen thought he was being pushed aside or ignored. Christ, think idiot. How would you feel if Jensen had asked a group of women to join their table. He mentally gave himself a head-slap. Way to go Padalecki and good job on the wooing front, dumbass. “Christ Jen. No. You haven’t…I’m the one who’s sorry. Y’know I…I didn’t even think. I was just so psyched to meet people who liked my work and y’all know I’ve got the attention span of a five year old with shiny things being waved in front of them.” Jensen looked very much like he was trying not to both agree and laugh at that comment, so Jared took that as a sign that the waters were clear for him to keep going.
“And I guess I just felt so comfortable with you that I forgot it was only our first whatever. And Christ, I am one lousy date.” Here he turned the puppy eyes one more to his advantage and hoped like hell they’d work again. Although if he kept being this stupid, at some point he’d have to just learn to do Jedi-mind tricks instead. “Forgive me?” he asked.
“Sure,” Jensen capitulated and Jared was pleased to note it was done with a small upwards quirk of those pouty lips. “But I think I’ll still head off, the tired thing was true. Y’know. It’s been a long day.”
“Oh yeah, man. I hear you. Well at least let me drive you home?”
“Um…Okay.”
The drive back to Jensen’s was the opposite of the journey they had made earlier. There was no conversation between them and Jared found the silence was uncomfortable and oppressive. Of course, that just made the cycle worse because if he broke the silence it would have to be with something worth saying and ‘ooops sorry I fucked up’ genuinely wasn’t it.
Although by the time he had made it back to Jensen’s place, nothing else had come to mind and in a moment of desperation that’s was pretty much what came out of his mouth.
When Jensen just kind of stared at him, he carried on regardless. “I do like you Jen, a lot, and y’know, I think we could be really, really good together and I’m so sorry if I ruined it. Did I ruin it? Oh god, I did ruin it!”
Jared didn’t care if he was going for the pity vote at this point. He’d do anything to not have this weird atmosphere with the guy who he just knew was going to end up being the best fucking thing in his life.
“It’s fine Jared.”
“So you’ll do it again, let me make this up to you?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Jared didn’t care if Jensen’s affirmation sounded wary. He’d agreed that was all that mattered because then he could fix it. Show Jensen that it was an exceedingly good thing for him to be with Jared. “Cool. Tomorrow? We’ll do dinner again? You still gotta eat.”
“Alright. But now I’m expecting something good,” Jensen half-joked as he got out the car. “See ya tomorrow.”
“Night Jen,” Jared replied as he rejoiced at the return of Jensen’s good humor. He was so going to go home and plan the ‘best date in the world ever’ ä, one that would show Jensen exactly what a good time meant.
“And I guess I just felt so comfortable with you that I forgot it was only our first whatever. And Christ, I am one lousy date.” Here he turned the puppy eyes one more to his advantage and hoped like hell they’d work again. Although if he kept being this stupid, at some point he’d have to just learn to do Jedi-mind tricks instead. “Forgive me?” he asked.
“Sure,” Jensen capitulated and Jared was pleased to note it was done with a small upwards quirk of those pouty lips. “But I think I’ll still head off, the tired thing was true. Y’know. It’s been a long day.”
“Oh yeah, man. I hear you. Well at least let me drive you home?”
“Um…Okay.”
The drive back to Jensen’s was the opposite of the journey they had made earlier. There was no conversation between them and Jared found the silence was uncomfortable and oppressive. Of course, that just made the cycle worse because if he broke the silence it would have to be with something worth saying and ‘ooops sorry I fucked up’ genuinely wasn’t it.
Although by the time he had made it back to Jensen’s place, nothing else had come to mind and in a moment of desperation that’s was pretty much what came out of his mouth.
When Jensen just kind of stared at him, he carried on regardless. “I do like you Jen, a lot, and y’know, I think we could be really, really good together and I’m so sorry if I ruined it. Did I ruin it? Oh god, I did ruin it!”
Jared didn’t care if he was going for the pity vote at this point. He’d do anything to not have this weird atmosphere with the guy who he just knew was going to end up being the best fucking thing in his life.
“It’s fine Jared.”
“So you’ll do it again, let me make this up to you?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Jared didn’t care if Jensen’s affirmation sounded wary. He’d agreed that was all that mattered because then he could fix it. Show Jensen that it was an exceedingly good thing for him to be with Jared. “Cool. Tomorrow? We’ll do dinner again? You still gotta eat.”
“Alright. But now I’m expecting something good,” Jensen half-joked as he got out the car. “See ya tomorrow.”
“Night Jen,” Jared replied as he rejoiced at the return of Jensen’s good humor. He was so going to go home and plan the ‘best date in the world ever’ ä, one that would show Jensen exactly what a good time meant.
***
Jared had spent a fair amount of time over the last few days being completely disengaged from filming, instead plotting how to make Jensen have a great time on date attempt number two. He’d come up with tactics, counter procedures and contingency scenarios. That’s how important it was to him.
Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men rarely go as expected, especially as not all variables can be accounted for. It had started off so well. Jared had decided to take Jensen to Carny’s, the old train car hot-dog and hamburger joint, on Sunset.
They relaxed over big meals and cheap beers. Conversation flowed, their laughter was free and easy, they were connecting and it was so good. Unfortunately, just as the atmosphere between them started to heat up to something new, a slightly inebriated Tom and Mike wandered in and refused to take no for an answer to their suggestion of ‘Tequila bitches’.
So that was how Jared found himself at one in the morning, sans Jensen, drunk off his ass and gyrating on the glitter-covered dance floor of a gay club.
“Hey Jared! Over here.”
At the sound of his name being shouted, Jared turned to his left to look and as he did so, a bright light went off, causing his retinas to sink into his head and his coordination to fail just that little bit more. Awareness hit him immediately, but the only thought he actually had time for, before toppling artlessly onto Mike, was “Fuck”.
Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men rarely go as expected, especially as not all variables can be accounted for. It had started off so well. Jared had decided to take Jensen to Carny’s, the old train car hot-dog and hamburger joint, on Sunset.
They relaxed over big meals and cheap beers. Conversation flowed, their laughter was free and easy, they were connecting and it was so good. Unfortunately, just as the atmosphere between them started to heat up to something new, a slightly inebriated Tom and Mike wandered in and refused to take no for an answer to their suggestion of ‘Tequila bitches’.
So that was how Jared found himself at one in the morning, sans Jensen, drunk off his ass and gyrating on the glitter-covered dance floor of a gay club.
“Hey Jared! Over here.”
At the sound of his name being shouted, Jared turned to his left to look and as he did so, a bright light went off, causing his retinas to sink into his head and his coordination to fail just that little bit more. Awareness hit him immediately, but the only thought he actually had time for, before toppling artlessly onto Mike, was “Fuck”.
***
“Oh fuck!” Jared sighed as Chad dropped the offending newspaper article in front of his face.
“Really?” he asked sarcastically. “That’s what you wanted to do last night?”
Jared lifted bleary eyes to gaze at the picture of him, Mike and Tom looking sweaty, half-cut, semi-naked and way too close on a dance floor, in the midst of some of the most graceless moves ever seen by human eyes. “Fuck.” He felt, at this point, it was worth repeating. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Well,” Chad started, “let’s just hope…”
“Had a nice evening Jared?”
Both Chad and Jared looked up in surprise at the cold tone to Jensen’s normally honeyed sound. Jensen’s usually pale complexion was white, quite white and he was furious. And worse than that, he looked like he’d been kicked. Hard.
“Look, Jen, I can explain.” Jared rushed to get in before the other man left, again. Except this time he wasn’t moving, he was waiting. And of course that meant Jared needed to talk to him, but obviously his mind chose that exact moment to go helpfully blank. “I…um…that is…”
An uncomfortable silence filled the air. “That the best you can do Jared?”
“Hoo-kay, I’m just gonna be leaving you two boys to talk…” Chad said as he backed slowly out of the room, looking for all the world as if he was trying not to spook a grizzly bear.
The sound of the closing doors seemed incredibly loud to Jared’s ears, but he was almost thankful for anything that could interrupt the tension.
“What happened to ‘I really like you’ or ‘I promise this time would be better’? That just a lie Jared? Something to say to get into my pants, my ass?” Jensen continued in that same cold tone.
“Oh god no.”
“Then what?”
“Honestly. I don’t know.”
“Wow. Well, at least you can be honest for once,” Jensen said with a sneer before he stormed out of the room.
“Really?” he asked sarcastically. “That’s what you wanted to do last night?”
Jared lifted bleary eyes to gaze at the picture of him, Mike and Tom looking sweaty, half-cut, semi-naked and way too close on a dance floor, in the midst of some of the most graceless moves ever seen by human eyes. “Fuck.” He felt, at this point, it was worth repeating. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Well,” Chad started, “let’s just hope…”
“Had a nice evening Jared?”
Both Chad and Jared looked up in surprise at the cold tone to Jensen’s normally honeyed sound. Jensen’s usually pale complexion was white, quite white and he was furious. And worse than that, he looked like he’d been kicked. Hard.
“Look, Jen, I can explain.” Jared rushed to get in before the other man left, again. Except this time he wasn’t moving, he was waiting. And of course that meant Jared needed to talk to him, but obviously his mind chose that exact moment to go helpfully blank. “I…um…that is…”
An uncomfortable silence filled the air. “That the best you can do Jared?”
“Hoo-kay, I’m just gonna be leaving you two boys to talk…” Chad said as he backed slowly out of the room, looking for all the world as if he was trying not to spook a grizzly bear.
The sound of the closing doors seemed incredibly loud to Jared’s ears, but he was almost thankful for anything that could interrupt the tension.
“What happened to ‘I really like you’ or ‘I promise this time would be better’? That just a lie Jared? Something to say to get into my pants, my ass?” Jensen continued in that same cold tone.
“Oh god no.”
“Then what?”
“Honestly. I don’t know.”
“Wow. Well, at least you can be honest for once,” Jensen said with a sneer before he stormed out of the room.
***
The Huffington Post
Entertainment Section
Problems on the set of Jared Padelecki’s movie
By Robert Barr
LOS ANGELES – For a week rumors have been circulating about tensions running high between director and cast. Both Miramax and Padalecki's publicist have been tight-lipped in response to inquiries about the situation.
Entertainment Section
Problems on the set of Jared Padelecki’s movie
By Robert Barr
LOS ANGELES – For a week rumors have been circulating about tensions running high between director and cast. Both Miramax and Padalecki's publicist have been tight-lipped in response to inquiries about the situation.
***
Jared had to admire Jensen. It couldn’t be easy to avoid and, in the few moments of time that wasn’t possible, ignore the director of a film you were acting in, but somehow the other man was managing.
It had been a couple of weeks since their blow-out. A desperate Jared had tried to corner Jensen a couple more times after that to explain, but it was pretty hard when he wasn’t sure what had happened himself, so mostly he kind of ended up saying random starts of sentences for a few minutes until Jensen would look at him incredulously and walk off.
Jared knew that moping round the set like a big lost and broken puppy wasn’t helping anything and in fact, was creating a pretty lousy atmosphere on set, but he just couldn’t help it. Internal monologue pep talks didn’t work, lectures from his friends had no effect, hell, even the ‘buck yourself up’ call he’d had from his momma -following Chad tattling on him to her - didn’t help. In fact, he kind of got the feeling he’d depressed his mom instead. Way to go Jared.
He was currently seated in, or more precisely, slumped into his directors chair, nursing a glass of chocolate milk like it was a rare and precious aged scotch.
It had been a couple of weeks since their blow-out. A desperate Jared had tried to corner Jensen a couple more times after that to explain, but it was pretty hard when he wasn’t sure what had happened himself, so mostly he kind of ended up saying random starts of sentences for a few minutes until Jensen would look at him incredulously and walk off.
Jared knew that moping round the set like a big lost and broken puppy wasn’t helping anything and in fact, was creating a pretty lousy atmosphere on set, but he just couldn’t help it. Internal monologue pep talks didn’t work, lectures from his friends had no effect, hell, even the ‘buck yourself up’ call he’d had from his momma -following Chad tattling on him to her - didn’t help. In fact, he kind of got the feeling he’d depressed his mom instead. Way to go Jared.
He was currently seated in, or more precisely, slumped into his directors chair, nursing a glass of chocolate milk like it was a rare and precious aged scotch.
“Here.” A pack of strawberry twizzlers were shoved in his face.
What! He knew that voice. Hope welled in his chest as he looked up to confirm that, yes, indeed, that beautiful hand currently holding such pretty treats, was indeed attached to Jensen
“Now buck the hell up,” the other man continued. “You’re pissing everyone off.”
Jared was literally flabbergasted. He looked from the candy to Jensen, Jensen to candy. “What…I…You…” He looked some more. “Does this mean we’re friends again?” He held his breath as he waited on for the answer that could make or break him.
“I guess. Either that or I just couldn’t take any more of your moping.”
Jared let out a giant woop and proceeded to leap of his seat and crush Jensen in a gigantic hug. “Yes, yes, yes,” he rejoiced as he liberally peppered the top of the head held under his chin with kisses. Jared could only think of one thing this called for, a victory lap.
Leaving behind one very bemused Jensen, he proceeded to run a circuit of the set with his arms held aloft and shouting “awesome” at every person he ran by.
He finally made his way back to Jensen and with his heart on his sleeve he said, “Third time’s the charm”
What! He knew that voice. Hope welled in his chest as he looked up to confirm that, yes, indeed, that beautiful hand currently holding such pretty treats, was indeed attached to Jensen
“Now buck the hell up,” the other man continued. “You’re pissing everyone off.”
Jared was literally flabbergasted. He looked from the candy to Jensen, Jensen to candy. “What…I…You…” He looked some more. “Does this mean we’re friends again?” He held his breath as he waited on for the answer that could make or break him.
“I guess. Either that or I just couldn’t take any more of your moping.”
Jared let out a giant woop and proceeded to leap of his seat and crush Jensen in a gigantic hug. “Yes, yes, yes,” he rejoiced as he liberally peppered the top of the head held under his chin with kisses. Jared could only think of one thing this called for, a victory lap.
Leaving behind one very bemused Jensen, he proceeded to run a circuit of the set with his arms held aloft and shouting “awesome” at every person he ran by.
He finally made his way back to Jensen and with his heart on his sleeve he said, “Third time’s the charm”
***
It seemed that, for them at least, the third time was the charmed time. Dinner had been everything Jared could have imagined or even hoped for. There were no interruptions, no disasters, just two men having a great time.
The only time any awkwardness crept in was at the end of the evening when Jared had taken Jensen home and escorted him to his front door and who said chivalry was dead. Jensen was clearly spooked by the move, possibly worried about expectations, and had started to ramble, although if you asked Jared now what about, in all honestly he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He was too busy imagining their house with the white picket-fence, three kids and two dogs. Or something to that effect.
Jensen’s rambling got a little more frantic, so Jared did what any good date would do, and kissed him. It was a delicate press of warm and soft and wet. Not a lustful kiss of passion. Not a frenzied nownownow of discovery. Not a mysterious hide-and-seek of emotions. Not even a press of intimacy. Instead it was a gentle breath of ‘hello’ and a tentative whisper of ‘can I’ that promised more if only he would be allowed. It lasted far less time than Jared would have liked, but a lot longer than he had hoped for. And it was perfect.
“You can’t come in,” Jensen whispered as he pulled away.
“I know. I wasn’t asking to. Today. But maybe...”
A coy smile graced Jensen’s face. “Maybe,” he continued in that same, soft tone before turning and heading inside.
“See ya tomorrow.” Jared said to the closed door before heading home.
And so it went for the next week. They would surreptitiously flirt on set during the day and then, after filming, they’d hang out together, going for food or for strolls along the beach, just talking and getting to know each other better.
Jared learnt that Jensen had left home when he was eighteen to live the dream of being a famous actor and that he had done some of his earliest work on the advise of a sleazy manager who, it had turned out, had only wanted to fuck him and that was why he kept getting the naked roles. He’d met Chris Kane at just the right time and saw him as a surrogate dad even if, as a manager, he couldn’t always get him a foot in the door for the good roles. He loved his folks but didn’t like their religious fervor and so saw them pretty rarely as he wasn’t often in the mood to hear that homosexuality was a sin and that he was going to hell where he would suffer endless torments endlessly. Just like Jared, he was the middle child and that when he did go home it was now mainly to see his siblings.
He found out the non-vital stuff too, the little details that only lovers or best friends shared, like how, without ever having a lesson, Jensen could fix a car, that he loved old Hollywood classics, rode horses, hated caffeine-free coffee, was good at golf, crap at Halo and Guitar Hero, liked to listen to classic rock, had been out with a string of assholes who couldn’t tell the difference between Jensen and the characters he played and that he was disappointed in himself for falling for a couple of them and he’d had sex with more people than Jared had.
In return Jared babbled about himself, answering any questions Jensen had and adding a whole heap of random facts and figures onto that.
It was, in Jared’s humble opinion, the best series of gay dates in the history of gay dates ever. And every one was topped off with that same chaste kiss that hopefully communicated to Jensen that he wasn’t just lusted after but also genuinely cherished.
The only time any awkwardness crept in was at the end of the evening when Jared had taken Jensen home and escorted him to his front door and who said chivalry was dead. Jensen was clearly spooked by the move, possibly worried about expectations, and had started to ramble, although if you asked Jared now what about, in all honestly he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He was too busy imagining their house with the white picket-fence, three kids and two dogs. Or something to that effect.
Jensen’s rambling got a little more frantic, so Jared did what any good date would do, and kissed him. It was a delicate press of warm and soft and wet. Not a lustful kiss of passion. Not a frenzied nownownow of discovery. Not a mysterious hide-and-seek of emotions. Not even a press of intimacy. Instead it was a gentle breath of ‘hello’ and a tentative whisper of ‘can I’ that promised more if only he would be allowed. It lasted far less time than Jared would have liked, but a lot longer than he had hoped for. And it was perfect.
“You can’t come in,” Jensen whispered as he pulled away.
“I know. I wasn’t asking to. Today. But maybe...”
A coy smile graced Jensen’s face. “Maybe,” he continued in that same, soft tone before turning and heading inside.
“See ya tomorrow.” Jared said to the closed door before heading home.
And so it went for the next week. They would surreptitiously flirt on set during the day and then, after filming, they’d hang out together, going for food or for strolls along the beach, just talking and getting to know each other better.
Jared learnt that Jensen had left home when he was eighteen to live the dream of being a famous actor and that he had done some of his earliest work on the advise of a sleazy manager who, it had turned out, had only wanted to fuck him and that was why he kept getting the naked roles. He’d met Chris Kane at just the right time and saw him as a surrogate dad even if, as a manager, he couldn’t always get him a foot in the door for the good roles. He loved his folks but didn’t like their religious fervor and so saw them pretty rarely as he wasn’t often in the mood to hear that homosexuality was a sin and that he was going to hell where he would suffer endless torments endlessly. Just like Jared, he was the middle child and that when he did go home it was now mainly to see his siblings.
He found out the non-vital stuff too, the little details that only lovers or best friends shared, like how, without ever having a lesson, Jensen could fix a car, that he loved old Hollywood classics, rode horses, hated caffeine-free coffee, was good at golf, crap at Halo and Guitar Hero, liked to listen to classic rock, had been out with a string of assholes who couldn’t tell the difference between Jensen and the characters he played and that he was disappointed in himself for falling for a couple of them and he’d had sex with more people than Jared had.
In return Jared babbled about himself, answering any questions Jensen had and adding a whole heap of random facts and figures onto that.
It was, in Jared’s humble opinion, the best series of gay dates in the history of gay dates ever. And every one was topped off with that same chaste kiss that hopefully communicated to Jensen that he wasn’t just lusted after but also genuinely cherished.
***
The first time they went out after that week though, Jared could feel the change. Jensen must have decided, thank the lord, to finally throw caution to the wind, and give in to whatever was happening between them – love his mind piped up – and that, cliché or no cliché, it was fair to say the energy between them was crackling. Actually, he couldn’t really see the electricity but Jared definitely knew that if he could, it would be.
And yeah, that kiss at the end of the date, well that changed too. For the better. Outside of Jensen’s door that evening, instead of pulling away after a few seconds, Jensen’s arms came up around his neck and his hot pink tongue stroked delicately against Jared’s own mouth as if politely begging for entrance. And who was Jared to turn that away.
The second he opened his mouth for Jensen, right then, that was when he knew where the night was gonna lead. It was as if all the time they had known each other had been one long tease, forcing them to hold it all in until it exploded.
Seemed like Jensen was thinking along the same lines too. “You can come in,” he muttered quickly taking his lips away from Jared’s and then putting them back as fast as human motion would allow. That was either the best invitation or the most frustrating innuendo Jared had heard.
He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at Jensen, who promptly blushed. Oh hell yeah Jared thought.
Then they were rocking into each other as Jensen fumbled with his keys in the door. Not stopping to even look where they were going, they stumbled in as Jensen started haphazardly directing them towards the bedroom.
Fuck that, Jared thought as he banged into a wall for the fifth time, knocking his head yet again. Finally all those hours at the gym paid off, as Jared was easily able to pick up Jensen and manhandle him in to the right room, following Jensen’s garbled kiss interrupted instructions, and on to the bed. Jensen, goddamn him and his inability to appreciate a display of manliness, giggled at all the fake heroics and if that wasn’t the best thing Jared had ever been up close to witness, then he didn’t know what was. Jensen’s joy was contagious and Jared couldn’t stop a giant mega-watt grin from spreading over his face. Their laughter seemed to break the tension surrounding them, but instead of diminishing the passion, it simply changed it, making it softer and warmer.
He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body, pressed tight against him. Could almost hear the thumping of the other man’s heart, they were so close. But it still wasn’t enough.
His hands burrowed under Jensen’s shirt to find soft skin and instantly Jared was lost in the sensation of warm, soft, hard and lithe. These things became his world. Clothing was torn off, mouths and body parts were pressed and stroked and kissed and savored. There were the sounds of flesh on flesh, the joyous laughter of discovery and “yes, finally” and all the delicious wonderful noises, from ragged to ravaged, that Jared was able to pull from the man in his arms, each one going straight to his cock.
And if the priming and preparation were good, then the ohmygod tight heat of being inside Jensen, watching the slip-slide of his cock pistoning in and out of that glistening pink hole, was transcendent.
It was in that state that he looked, really looked, at Jensen and, for one moment, it was if he was seeing two men overlaid. One was the idol actor he’d had a crush on all those years ago, beautiful but totally out of his league, and the other was the man that he knew as his friend, still just as wonderful - but real. So real. And with him, Jared. Out of all the people in the world, Jensen had chosen him.
It was that thought that did it. Jared gave one last thrust, and a final stroke to Jensen, and grunted out his release.
The next moment of awareness he had, he was flat on his back, sweaty and exhausted with the sound of laughter filling the room.
“Dude, you make the funniest noise when you come.”
The next morning, as Jared slowly jostled towards wakefulness, his senses were the first things to greet the day. Touch, sight, sound, smell and, with a small lean forward and a gentle press of the lips to the soft skin at the back of Jensen’s neck, taste – all roused and focusing on the man held in his arms. It was great to be alive, he thought smugly as his brain caught up with his body.
And yeah, that kiss at the end of the date, well that changed too. For the better. Outside of Jensen’s door that evening, instead of pulling away after a few seconds, Jensen’s arms came up around his neck and his hot pink tongue stroked delicately against Jared’s own mouth as if politely begging for entrance. And who was Jared to turn that away.
The second he opened his mouth for Jensen, right then, that was when he knew where the night was gonna lead. It was as if all the time they had known each other had been one long tease, forcing them to hold it all in until it exploded.
Seemed like Jensen was thinking along the same lines too. “You can come in,” he muttered quickly taking his lips away from Jared’s and then putting them back as fast as human motion would allow. That was either the best invitation or the most frustrating innuendo Jared had heard.
He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at Jensen, who promptly blushed. Oh hell yeah Jared thought.
Then they were rocking into each other as Jensen fumbled with his keys in the door. Not stopping to even look where they were going, they stumbled in as Jensen started haphazardly directing them towards the bedroom.
Fuck that, Jared thought as he banged into a wall for the fifth time, knocking his head yet again. Finally all those hours at the gym paid off, as Jared was easily able to pick up Jensen and manhandle him in to the right room, following Jensen’s garbled kiss interrupted instructions, and on to the bed. Jensen, goddamn him and his inability to appreciate a display of manliness, giggled at all the fake heroics and if that wasn’t the best thing Jared had ever been up close to witness, then he didn’t know what was. Jensen’s joy was contagious and Jared couldn’t stop a giant mega-watt grin from spreading over his face. Their laughter seemed to break the tension surrounding them, but instead of diminishing the passion, it simply changed it, making it softer and warmer.
He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body, pressed tight against him. Could almost hear the thumping of the other man’s heart, they were so close. But it still wasn’t enough.
His hands burrowed under Jensen’s shirt to find soft skin and instantly Jared was lost in the sensation of warm, soft, hard and lithe. These things became his world. Clothing was torn off, mouths and body parts were pressed and stroked and kissed and savored. There were the sounds of flesh on flesh, the joyous laughter of discovery and “yes, finally” and all the delicious wonderful noises, from ragged to ravaged, that Jared was able to pull from the man in his arms, each one going straight to his cock.
And if the priming and preparation were good, then the ohmygod tight heat of being inside Jensen, watching the slip-slide of his cock pistoning in and out of that glistening pink hole, was transcendent.
It was in that state that he looked, really looked, at Jensen and, for one moment, it was if he was seeing two men overlaid. One was the idol actor he’d had a crush on all those years ago, beautiful but totally out of his league, and the other was the man that he knew as his friend, still just as wonderful - but real. So real. And with him, Jared. Out of all the people in the world, Jensen had chosen him.
It was that thought that did it. Jared gave one last thrust, and a final stroke to Jensen, and grunted out his release.
The next moment of awareness he had, he was flat on his back, sweaty and exhausted with the sound of laughter filling the room.
“Dude, you make the funniest noise when you come.”
The next morning, as Jared slowly jostled towards wakefulness, his senses were the first things to greet the day. Touch, sight, sound, smell and, with a small lean forward and a gentle press of the lips to the soft skin at the back of Jensen’s neck, taste – all roused and focusing on the man held in his arms. It was great to be alive, he thought smugly as his brain caught up with his body.
***
It was in that same state of bliss that Jared spent the remaining weeks of filming. Yeah, trying to act all professional round Jen was harder, but he gave it a good shot and if he sometimes slipped and got a little too close to his leading man? Well, screw ‘em. He was the director and what he said went.
It wasn’t like Jensen seemed to mind too much anyway. After all, he never pulled away. Jared noticed how, when Jensen thought no one was looking, he’d sneak quick peaks at Jared over the top of his glasses, with this adorable little smile on his face.
The only blip of tension came when they were nearing the end of the shoot and Jensen, thanks to the handy-work of the asshole ex, got a bit paranoid that Jared would end things between them once the film finished. Of course Jared, being the best most sensitive boyfriend ever, took care to dissuade the other man of that notion one glorious evening, in his own inimitable way.
“So are you ready to admit that you’re my boyfriend?” Jared asked leaping onto the bed and therefore Jensen at the same time.
“Ooomf,” Jensen managed.
“Come on. Say it. Tell me you’re my boyfriend,” Jared singsonged as he positioned himself onto all fours over Jensen, so he could lean down to that mouth for a quick kiss.
“Yeah,” Jensen exhaled, looking flushed. “I’m your boyfriend Jay.”
“Yes! My life wins and I’m awesome,” Jared boasted as he leaned down for another kiss while attempting to fist pump into the air at the same time. “I’m going to be the best boyfriend you ever had, baby. I’m gonna treat you so good. You’re never ever, ever gonna want anyone else”
“Huh. And have all your boyfriends been given that delightful name?”
“Nope. They just got nicknames based on their actual names. But you, baby,” which Jared accentuated with a bump of his forehead to Jensen’s, “You’re something special, so you’re getting the full on Padalecki term of endearment treatment.”
“Oh!”
“Any objections, baby?”
“…Mmpph” Jensen meeped when Jared launched into tactical maneuvers with a bite at that bottom lip followed by a full on tongue invasion. God he loved metaphors.
It wasn’t like Jensen seemed to mind too much anyway. After all, he never pulled away. Jared noticed how, when Jensen thought no one was looking, he’d sneak quick peaks at Jared over the top of his glasses, with this adorable little smile on his face.
The only blip of tension came when they were nearing the end of the shoot and Jensen, thanks to the handy-work of the asshole ex, got a bit paranoid that Jared would end things between them once the film finished. Of course Jared, being the best most sensitive boyfriend ever, took care to dissuade the other man of that notion one glorious evening, in his own inimitable way.
“So are you ready to admit that you’re my boyfriend?” Jared asked leaping onto the bed and therefore Jensen at the same time.
“Ooomf,” Jensen managed.
“Come on. Say it. Tell me you’re my boyfriend,” Jared singsonged as he positioned himself onto all fours over Jensen, so he could lean down to that mouth for a quick kiss.
“Yeah,” Jensen exhaled, looking flushed. “I’m your boyfriend Jay.”
“Yes! My life wins and I’m awesome,” Jared boasted as he leaned down for another kiss while attempting to fist pump into the air at the same time. “I’m going to be the best boyfriend you ever had, baby. I’m gonna treat you so good. You’re never ever, ever gonna want anyone else”
“Huh. And have all your boyfriends been given that delightful name?”
“Nope. They just got nicknames based on their actual names. But you, baby,” which Jared accentuated with a bump of his forehead to Jensen’s, “You’re something special, so you’re getting the full on Padalecki term of endearment treatment.”
“Oh!”
“Any objections, baby?”
“…Mmpph” Jensen meeped when Jared launched into tactical maneuvers with a bite at that bottom lip followed by a full on tongue invasion. God he loved metaphors.
***
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah, Me too. With the love I mean.”
“Yeah, Me too. With the love I mean.”
***
About.com: Celebrity gossip
From Diana Mimon
Q. Are Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles dating?
A. Are the Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles dating rumors true? Spies for The Hollywood Gossip report spotting Jared, 24, and Jensen, 28, on a romantic little dinner date for two in Los Angeles last week.
The gay couple shared a quiet meal at Dan Tana’s on Santa Monica Boulevard and were even seen holding hands across the table. I bet that as per usual, their respective PR people will all fire back at us journalists with the same response. They'll claim that the boys were simply enjoying dinner as they discussed their current movie project. Jared Padalecki is apparently determined to rescue failed actor Jensen Ackles’ career with a big role in his new film, rumored to be titled Blood Spatter. Hmmm. I wonder if that was included in their meal…
From Diana Mimon
Q. Are Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles dating?
A. Are the Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles dating rumors true? Spies for The Hollywood Gossip report spotting Jared, 24, and Jensen, 28, on a romantic little dinner date for two in Los Angeles last week.
The gay couple shared a quiet meal at Dan Tana’s on Santa Monica Boulevard and were even seen holding hands across the table. I bet that as per usual, their respective PR people will all fire back at us journalists with the same response. They'll claim that the boys were simply enjoying dinner as they discussed their current movie project. Jared Padalecki is apparently determined to rescue failed actor Jensen Ackles’ career with a big role in his new film, rumored to be titled Blood Spatter. Hmmm. I wonder if that was included in their meal…
***
“Calling cloud nine. Come in cloud nine. Cloud nine, can you hear me?”
Jared was pulled from happy naked Jensen thoughts by the sound of Chad’s mocking tone and the hand waving in front of his face. Damn him. “What?”
“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
Jared laughed at the look on his friend’s face. He guessed it was meant to be indignant but unfortunately looked more squinty and constipated. Awww, he thought as he patronizingly patted Chad on the head.
“Nope,” he said proudly. “So what’s up little fella?”
“Get off me, ass.” Chad’s tiny hands attempted to swat away Jared’s giant paws. Of course that just made Jared laugh and pat more. Geez, even just thinking of Jensen put him in a fantastic mood.
“Fine,” huffed his producer. “Be like that. See if I tell you now.”
“Aww. Chad. Why you gotta be like that?”
Chad finally cracked a laugh, knowing Jared well enough to tell he was just playing. “You suck. Anyway, you want to hear it or not?”
“Of course I do.” Now that Jared had stopped being silly, he found himself intrigued as to what news Chad could possibly have. The filming was all done and they were in the final stages of editing, so it couldn’t be anything about that. If it had been bad news, he would have noticed Chad’s tone, so it wasn’t that…
“I just got a call from the studio. They’ve been contacted by Gilles Jacob’s secretary to say that they want to show the movie in Cannes this year.”
“Oooh. That’s pretty cool.”
“Oh yeah. And they want to show it at the Théâtre Lumière.”
“The Lumière? Aw, hell. I’m in competition?” Chad nodded as Jared bounced around excitedly. “That’s so awesome. I’ve gotta tell Jen. Wait, we’re all going right?”
“Yup. I’ve already asked Harvey Weinstein to see if John Travolta will lend us his jet and pilot for a few days. That’ll be seats enough for you, me, Jensen, Sandy, and a few others. Unfortunately, Went’s already started another shoot so he can’t join us and I suppose you’re going to want to include Mike and Tom?” he added begrudgingly.
Jared couldn’t answer. He was still stuck on Cannes and Travolta’s plane. Life definitely didn’t get more surreal than that. Unless of course you were Travolta…
Jared was pulled from happy naked Jensen thoughts by the sound of Chad’s mocking tone and the hand waving in front of his face. Damn him. “What?”
“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
Jared laughed at the look on his friend’s face. He guessed it was meant to be indignant but unfortunately looked more squinty and constipated. Awww, he thought as he patronizingly patted Chad on the head.
“Nope,” he said proudly. “So what’s up little fella?”
“Get off me, ass.” Chad’s tiny hands attempted to swat away Jared’s giant paws. Of course that just made Jared laugh and pat more. Geez, even just thinking of Jensen put him in a fantastic mood.
“Fine,” huffed his producer. “Be like that. See if I tell you now.”
“Aww. Chad. Why you gotta be like that?”
Chad finally cracked a laugh, knowing Jared well enough to tell he was just playing. “You suck. Anyway, you want to hear it or not?”
“Of course I do.” Now that Jared had stopped being silly, he found himself intrigued as to what news Chad could possibly have. The filming was all done and they were in the final stages of editing, so it couldn’t be anything about that. If it had been bad news, he would have noticed Chad’s tone, so it wasn’t that…
“I just got a call from the studio. They’ve been contacted by Gilles Jacob’s secretary to say that they want to show the movie in Cannes this year.”
“Oooh. That’s pretty cool.”
“Oh yeah. And they want to show it at the Théâtre Lumière.”
“The Lumière? Aw, hell. I’m in competition?” Chad nodded as Jared bounced around excitedly. “That’s so awesome. I’ve gotta tell Jen. Wait, we’re all going right?”
“Yup. I’ve already asked Harvey Weinstein to see if John Travolta will lend us his jet and pilot for a few days. That’ll be seats enough for you, me, Jensen, Sandy, and a few others. Unfortunately, Went’s already started another shoot so he can’t join us and I suppose you’re going to want to include Mike and Tom?” he added begrudgingly.
Jared couldn’t answer. He was still stuck on Cannes and Travolta’s plane. Life definitely didn’t get more surreal than that. Unless of course you were Travolta…
***
“Jen?”
“‘M not a fan of flying.”
“Huh. Stupid ass. Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Like, maybe before we got on the plane.”
“I dunno.”
“Okay.” Jared mumbled affectionately while he took his boyfriend’s hand and tried to rub his thumb across it soothingly. “Easy, baby. It’s all going to be okay. I’m here with you. Plus you can totally use my sick bag.”
“Wow.” Jensen rolled his eyes but Jared was happy to see he didn’t pull his hand away. “You absolutely know how to show a guy that you care.”
Eleven hours and one cranky boyfriend later, Jared and his entourage had finally made it to France. All in all he’d had to transport himself, Jen, Chad, Sandy, Tom, Mike and Chris. Definitely not a good group to put into close proximity in a confined space. Especially as by the end of the flight the whole lot of them were tetchy as hell. Not to mention that Jared was feeling his own bout of grumpiness coming on. Seriously, what with all the bitching, sniping, squabbling and vomiting, it had been like taking a group of obnoxious kids on a never-ending field trip. Well, at least they had a few days before they had to make the return trip. Joy.
“‘M not a fan of flying.”
“Huh. Stupid ass. Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Like, maybe before we got on the plane.”
“I dunno.”
“Okay.” Jared mumbled affectionately while he took his boyfriend’s hand and tried to rub his thumb across it soothingly. “Easy, baby. It’s all going to be okay. I’m here with you. Plus you can totally use my sick bag.”
“Wow.” Jensen rolled his eyes but Jared was happy to see he didn’t pull his hand away. “You absolutely know how to show a guy that you care.”
Eleven hours and one cranky boyfriend later, Jared and his entourage had finally made it to France. All in all he’d had to transport himself, Jen, Chad, Sandy, Tom, Mike and Chris. Definitely not a good group to put into close proximity in a confined space. Especially as by the end of the flight the whole lot of them were tetchy as hell. Not to mention that Jared was feeling his own bout of grumpiness coming on. Seriously, what with all the bitching, sniping, squabbling and vomiting, it had been like taking a group of obnoxious kids on a never-ending field trip. Well, at least they had a few days before they had to make the return trip. Joy.
***
Celebrity Crust
Jared Padalecki Romancing With Jensen Ackles in Cannes
Filed under: celebrity cupid, celebrity sighting
Hollywood sensation Jared Padalecki is finally going public with his relationship with Jensen Ackles. Padalecki and Ackles were spotted holding hands and kissing while having a walk along the beach in Cannes on Tuesday, a day before they are due to attend Padalecki’s film premiere. The two of them had made no comment about their relationship since speculation had started in July of last year.
When the couple are together, “they’re very affectionate and very comfortable around each other. Jared really takes care of him, even down to the little things like making sure he eats enough and that he has his glasses. It’s very sweet,” a family friend tells us here at CELEBRITY CRUST. “Jared’s mom adores Jensen. She thinks he’s so cute. The rest of the family love him too. He tells all his friends that he’s his boyfriend. He’s very proud to be with Jensen.” Damn! Yet another hottie (or two in this case – since we’ve now seen pictures of Jensen) taken – Well wishes to them!
Jared Padalecki Romancing With Jensen Ackles in Cannes
Filed under: celebrity cupid, celebrity sighting
Hollywood sensation Jared Padalecki is finally going public with his relationship with Jensen Ackles. Padalecki and Ackles were spotted holding hands and kissing while having a walk along the beach in Cannes on Tuesday, a day before they are due to attend Padalecki’s film premiere. The two of them had made no comment about their relationship since speculation had started in July of last year.
When the couple are together, “they’re very affectionate and very comfortable around each other. Jared really takes care of him, even down to the little things like making sure he eats enough and that he has his glasses. It’s very sweet,” a family friend tells us here at CELEBRITY CRUST. “Jared’s mom adores Jensen. She thinks he’s so cute. The rest of the family love him too. He tells all his friends that he’s his boyfriend. He’s very proud to be with Jensen.” Damn! Yet another hottie (or two in this case – since we’ve now seen pictures of Jensen) taken – Well wishes to them!
***
“C’mon. We’ve got to meet everyone at the bar, downstairs, in ten minutes. We’ll only have time for one drink before the limo gets here to whisk us away to the exciting world of film debuts”
“You’re not seriously going to wear that?” Jensen whined even as the blush started to conquer his cheeks.
“Sure I am, baby. One,” Jared illustrated this by waving a finger in Jensen’s face. “Free publicity. Two, you look so cute on it I couldn’t resist. I mean, two Jensens. How awesome is that?”
Jensen just put his face in his hands and slumped down on the bed. Jared patted his head and moved to stand in front of the mirror and admire the fine-ass ensemble he’s put on for the premiere. Sandals. Check. It’s only logical - there’s gone be a long walk from the limo to the screening, especially with all those fans in between, and he needs to be comfortable. Jeans that are actually long enough to cover his whole leg and not stop at the ankle. Check that too. A ‘Jensen Ackles’ t-shirt. Yep. He didn’t know what Jensen was complaining about. It’s not like he chose to wear the pink ‘Jensen Wins At Everything’ one he had specially made. This one was nice safe black and featured an image of Jensen from the film they’d made, so it was an incredibly good move for the movie for him to wear it. And to top it off, a nice black blazer because this was a big event and he needed to look a little formal.
“I think I’m adorable,” he said, turning to face Jensen’s prone form. “But you, you look ridiculously hot.”
He reached down, grabbed Jensen’s hands and pulled him to a standing position.
“Stop worrying so much,” he comforted while wrapping his arms around Jensen and pulling him in tight to his chest. “You are amazing in this and everyone’s gonna see just what you’re capable of doing and I swear, Jen, everyone there is going to fall so in love with you. But this t-shirt. This is my protection. It shows them I was there first. And, hell, it’s not like they don’t already think I’m a major fanboy.”
“S’true,” was mumbled into his shoulder. “They do think you’re a dork.”
“So, there you go. Now give me a kiss.”
One hot, sloppy and wet tongue smooch letter, both boys were out the door and ready to see the world premiere and in competition showing of The Blood Spattered Samurai.
“You’re not seriously going to wear that?” Jensen whined even as the blush started to conquer his cheeks.
“Sure I am, baby. One,” Jared illustrated this by waving a finger in Jensen’s face. “Free publicity. Two, you look so cute on it I couldn’t resist. I mean, two Jensens. How awesome is that?”
Jensen just put his face in his hands and slumped down on the bed. Jared patted his head and moved to stand in front of the mirror and admire the fine-ass ensemble he’s put on for the premiere. Sandals. Check. It’s only logical - there’s gone be a long walk from the limo to the screening, especially with all those fans in between, and he needs to be comfortable. Jeans that are actually long enough to cover his whole leg and not stop at the ankle. Check that too. A ‘Jensen Ackles’ t-shirt. Yep. He didn’t know what Jensen was complaining about. It’s not like he chose to wear the pink ‘Jensen Wins At Everything’ one he had specially made. This one was nice safe black and featured an image of Jensen from the film they’d made, so it was an incredibly good move for the movie for him to wear it. And to top it off, a nice black blazer because this was a big event and he needed to look a little formal.
“I think I’m adorable,” he said, turning to face Jensen’s prone form. “But you, you look ridiculously hot.”
He reached down, grabbed Jensen’s hands and pulled him to a standing position.
“Stop worrying so much,” he comforted while wrapping his arms around Jensen and pulling him in tight to his chest. “You are amazing in this and everyone’s gonna see just what you’re capable of doing and I swear, Jen, everyone there is going to fall so in love with you. But this t-shirt. This is my protection. It shows them I was there first. And, hell, it’s not like they don’t already think I’m a major fanboy.”
“S’true,” was mumbled into his shoulder. “They do think you’re a dork.”
“So, there you go. Now give me a kiss.”
One hot, sloppy and wet tongue smooch letter, both boys were out the door and ready to see the world premiere and in competition showing of The Blood Spattered Samurai.
***
“Dude,” slurred a drunken Chad, leaning right into Jared’s face. His toxic breath tickling at Jared’s nostrils in a very unpleasant kind of way. So it really wasn’t Jared’s fault that he sneezed directly into Chad’s face.
“Whaaaa-choo.”
“What the fuck!” Chad almost fell out of his seat. “You are seriously gross.” He wiped his face on Jared’s shirt. “And to think I was gonna tell you how awesome everyone thought the film was, but screw you gigantor. You suck.” And with that Chad turned his back on Jared to talk to a slightly more sober Sandy.
Chad was right though. The film had gotten unanimously fantastic approval from all in attendance. Even the generally more jaded and bitchy film critics had stood up and applauded enthusiastically at the movie’s end. Jared couldn’t have felt more fulfilled and proud as he did in that moment. Which was why he and the rest of his group were celebrating with copious amounts of booze in the aptly named ‘Bar des Celebrites’ at their hotel. Except there was just one thing missing that was stopping the night from being perfect.
“Jennybelly,” Jared bellowed from his seat. “Where’s my Jennybelly?”
“Oh Fuck!” Jared heard from somewhere to his left, followed by a slightly louder, “Who gave him liquor?”
The seat depressed next to him and he turned to see, as if by magic, his handsome boyfriend sitting right by him on the sofa. Aww. Jen’s sexy, Jared thought as he reached for the other man.
“Hands.” Jensen shouted. “Hands.”
“Random much.” Sandy mocked Jensen from the safety of the other side of Chad.
“He’s like a…” Jensen was interrupted from that sentence by making an inelegant squeaking sound that set the rest of the group laughing.
Ha! Jared thought. That will teach you to ignore me! Although the minute Jensen turned to look at him, all the mushy softer feelings he had came to the surface and all he wanted to do was cuddle up somewhere with his boy and indulge in some naughty touching. Preferable of the naked and spread Jensen variety. Mmmm. Naked Jensen.
“Hey! Grabby hands,” Jensen said very, very clearly. “What did we say about using indoor hands outdoors?”
“Not to do it,” Jared sighed, while simultaneously pouting and rolling his eyes and regretting ever telling Jensen about Jeff and his stupid sayings. “But, y’know baby, if you didn’t look so damn adorable when you’re all pissy, the hands really wouldn’t come in to play nearly so often.”
“Yeah, like that would…Hey! Are you saying I’m always pissy?”
“What?”
“Well you’re always all hands, all wandering all over me, is that just ‘cause I’m so constantly adorably pissy?” Jensen asked…pissily.
“What?” Jared was completely losing track of what Jensen was yammering on about. All he knew in his drunken haze was that he was horny and his normally very willing boyfriend was cock-blocking him for some reason even though they were sitting so close.
“Of course we’re sitting close Jared. There’s four of us tucked into this quite small seat.”
“Huh!” Jared mused trying to look and see who else was sitting with them, but gave up after one attempt because it made his head a bit spinny if he moved it around. “I guess I said that out loud then?”
“Un huh.”
“So, can we have sex now?” Because, logically, what else could they do next?
“Mrrrr,” Jensen hissed even as he went bright red. “It may have escaped your notice but we’re sitting in the middle of a bar.”
“Oh! Wait, a bar? Cool. I want Tequila.” Jared heaved himself upright and trundled in his own wobbly fashion towards the shiny man who gave out the drinks.
“Whaaaa-choo.”
“What the fuck!” Chad almost fell out of his seat. “You are seriously gross.” He wiped his face on Jared’s shirt. “And to think I was gonna tell you how awesome everyone thought the film was, but screw you gigantor. You suck.” And with that Chad turned his back on Jared to talk to a slightly more sober Sandy.
Chad was right though. The film had gotten unanimously fantastic approval from all in attendance. Even the generally more jaded and bitchy film critics had stood up and applauded enthusiastically at the movie’s end. Jared couldn’t have felt more fulfilled and proud as he did in that moment. Which was why he and the rest of his group were celebrating with copious amounts of booze in the aptly named ‘Bar des Celebrites’ at their hotel. Except there was just one thing missing that was stopping the night from being perfect.
“Jennybelly,” Jared bellowed from his seat. “Where’s my Jennybelly?”
“Oh Fuck!” Jared heard from somewhere to his left, followed by a slightly louder, “Who gave him liquor?”
The seat depressed next to him and he turned to see, as if by magic, his handsome boyfriend sitting right by him on the sofa. Aww. Jen’s sexy, Jared thought as he reached for the other man.
“Hands.” Jensen shouted. “Hands.”
“Random much.” Sandy mocked Jensen from the safety of the other side of Chad.
“He’s like a…” Jensen was interrupted from that sentence by making an inelegant squeaking sound that set the rest of the group laughing.
Ha! Jared thought. That will teach you to ignore me! Although the minute Jensen turned to look at him, all the mushy softer feelings he had came to the surface and all he wanted to do was cuddle up somewhere with his boy and indulge in some naughty touching. Preferable of the naked and spread Jensen variety. Mmmm. Naked Jensen.
“Hey! Grabby hands,” Jensen said very, very clearly. “What did we say about using indoor hands outdoors?”
“Not to do it,” Jared sighed, while simultaneously pouting and rolling his eyes and regretting ever telling Jensen about Jeff and his stupid sayings. “But, y’know baby, if you didn’t look so damn adorable when you’re all pissy, the hands really wouldn’t come in to play nearly so often.”
“Yeah, like that would…Hey! Are you saying I’m always pissy?”
“What?”
“Well you’re always all hands, all wandering all over me, is that just ‘cause I’m so constantly adorably pissy?” Jensen asked…pissily.
“What?” Jared was completely losing track of what Jensen was yammering on about. All he knew in his drunken haze was that he was horny and his normally very willing boyfriend was cock-blocking him for some reason even though they were sitting so close.
“Of course we’re sitting close Jared. There’s four of us tucked into this quite small seat.”
“Huh!” Jared mused trying to look and see who else was sitting with them, but gave up after one attempt because it made his head a bit spinny if he moved it around. “I guess I said that out loud then?”
“Un huh.”
“So, can we have sex now?” Because, logically, what else could they do next?
“Mrrrr,” Jensen hissed even as he went bright red. “It may have escaped your notice but we’re sitting in the middle of a bar.”
“Oh! Wait, a bar? Cool. I want Tequila.” Jared heaved himself upright and trundled in his own wobbly fashion towards the shiny man who gave out the drinks.
***
Jared woke the next morning to find himself half hanging off the bed thanks to what looked like a pillow barricade between him and the duvet covered lump on the other side. He had started to raise his head to attempt an investigation of the confusing bed situation, but was stopped instantly by the flare of blinding pain that had traveled from his brain to his eyeballs and back.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching up and cradling his poor aching skull. He stayed that way for a while, and kept himself busy making pained whimpering noises every so often.
At some point though, he must have drifted off to sleep again because he was suddenly aware of a hand soothingly rubbing his head even as the loud banging sounds of his own heartbeat were causing him to wince with pain.
“Uuuurgh,” Jared managed “M’it stp.”
He heard a soft chuckle as a hand bearing two white round, manna from heaven, painkillers loomed in front of his face. Too hung-over to move his hand to pick them up, he fell mouth first on to them. A second later his head was held back and some deliciously cool water was slipped down his throat. “Sleep,” the voice said. So he did.
Finally he came to again, this time to the sound of low voices coming from the other room. Blearily, he looked round to see he was alone in the bedroom. He sat up, gingerly, and noticed his mouth tasted like sweaty socks, so that meant leaving the soft bedded haven and getting up. Crap.
Thirty minutes later and Jared felt a hell of a lot better thanks to the miracle of a ridiculously indulgent and powerful shower provided by the hotel and the life saving pills his angel of mercy had given him earlier.
“Coffee?” he asked of whoever was in the room, holding his hands out until a cup of the precious elixir was pushed into them. “Mmmmm.” he groaned in delight as it slipped hot and warm into his belly.
“Should we leave you alone with that?”
“Morning Sandy,” He said as he threw himself into the nearest chair. “What are you doing here at….” He searched around for a clock and finding none carried on with “stupid o’clock in the morning?”
“Jay,” Jensen said as he came and curled himself round Jared’s side. “It’s noon already you lazy ass.”
Oooh. Now that was even better. Jared put his arm around his boy and drew him in closer so he could kiss the top of his head. “Good morning to you too sunshine.”
“Yeah,” Sandy interrupted, hands on her hips and foot tapping “Much as I’d love to watch you two making out all morning, I did actually come in for a reason Jared.”
“Oh. Sorry. Okay,” he placed one more sloppy kiss somewhere on Jensen’s face and then turned his attention to his tiny yet occasionally intimidating assistant. “Shoot.”
She was holding a bunch of papers in her hand and she passed them over for effect as she said, “Reviews are in.”
Jared backed away as if he’d been burnt. “What. No. I don’t want to see them.”
“Stop being such a pussy,” she laughed. “Besides, someone else, who we shall call…Bensen, for anonymity…has been waiting since 10:00 am to look at them, which was when I first brought them up.”
“Huh?” What was she going on about Jared thought. He was about to turn and ask Jen, when it clicked into place. These weren’t just his reviews. They were Jensen’s too. And for his first big-budget studio film that didn’t require him to play the role of someone who either really liked to have sex or who other people liked to have sex with. This was big stuff for his boyfriend.
Sandy obviously saw the bulb switch on over Jared’s head. “Exactly,” she said as she opened a paper and handed it to Jared to read. He took a quick glance at the page and instantly relaxed. It was all going to be fine.
“Jared Padalecki’s new film The Blood Spattered Samurai,” he read, “lands on the big screen like a bomb, destroying all of pop culture in it’s wake and then remaking it in its own image. It’s the least you can expect from the new magnum opus by the cinema wunderkind. What’s not so expected though is the powerhouse performance from leading man Jensen Ackles, hardly seen on screen in years and before that only in tiny low-budget features made in Hollywood’s shadow. Here, he is a revelation that shines out of the screen like a beacon, as captivating to the audience as any star from Hollywood’s golden age and able to stand shoulder to shoulder in his acting skills with any of the great method players from the seventies.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching up and cradling his poor aching skull. He stayed that way for a while, and kept himself busy making pained whimpering noises every so often.
At some point though, he must have drifted off to sleep again because he was suddenly aware of a hand soothingly rubbing his head even as the loud banging sounds of his own heartbeat were causing him to wince with pain.
“Uuuurgh,” Jared managed “M’it stp.”
He heard a soft chuckle as a hand bearing two white round, manna from heaven, painkillers loomed in front of his face. Too hung-over to move his hand to pick them up, he fell mouth first on to them. A second later his head was held back and some deliciously cool water was slipped down his throat. “Sleep,” the voice said. So he did.
Finally he came to again, this time to the sound of low voices coming from the other room. Blearily, he looked round to see he was alone in the bedroom. He sat up, gingerly, and noticed his mouth tasted like sweaty socks, so that meant leaving the soft bedded haven and getting up. Crap.
Thirty minutes later and Jared felt a hell of a lot better thanks to the miracle of a ridiculously indulgent and powerful shower provided by the hotel and the life saving pills his angel of mercy had given him earlier.
“Coffee?” he asked of whoever was in the room, holding his hands out until a cup of the precious elixir was pushed into them. “Mmmmm.” he groaned in delight as it slipped hot and warm into his belly.
“Should we leave you alone with that?”
“Morning Sandy,” He said as he threw himself into the nearest chair. “What are you doing here at….” He searched around for a clock and finding none carried on with “stupid o’clock in the morning?”
“Jay,” Jensen said as he came and curled himself round Jared’s side. “It’s noon already you lazy ass.”
Oooh. Now that was even better. Jared put his arm around his boy and drew him in closer so he could kiss the top of his head. “Good morning to you too sunshine.”
“Yeah,” Sandy interrupted, hands on her hips and foot tapping “Much as I’d love to watch you two making out all morning, I did actually come in for a reason Jared.”
“Oh. Sorry. Okay,” he placed one more sloppy kiss somewhere on Jensen’s face and then turned his attention to his tiny yet occasionally intimidating assistant. “Shoot.”
She was holding a bunch of papers in her hand and she passed them over for effect as she said, “Reviews are in.”
Jared backed away as if he’d been burnt. “What. No. I don’t want to see them.”
“Stop being such a pussy,” she laughed. “Besides, someone else, who we shall call…Bensen, for anonymity…has been waiting since 10:00 am to look at them, which was when I first brought them up.”
“Huh?” What was she going on about Jared thought. He was about to turn and ask Jen, when it clicked into place. These weren’t just his reviews. They were Jensen’s too. And for his first big-budget studio film that didn’t require him to play the role of someone who either really liked to have sex or who other people liked to have sex with. This was big stuff for his boyfriend.
Sandy obviously saw the bulb switch on over Jared’s head. “Exactly,” she said as she opened a paper and handed it to Jared to read. He took a quick glance at the page and instantly relaxed. It was all going to be fine.
“Jared Padalecki’s new film The Blood Spattered Samurai,” he read, “lands on the big screen like a bomb, destroying all of pop culture in it’s wake and then remaking it in its own image. It’s the least you can expect from the new magnum opus by the cinema wunderkind. What’s not so expected though is the powerhouse performance from leading man Jensen Ackles, hardly seen on screen in years and before that only in tiny low-budget features made in Hollywood’s shadow. Here, he is a revelation that shines out of the screen like a beacon, as captivating to the audience as any star from Hollywood’s golden age and able to stand shoulder to shoulder in his acting skills with any of the great method players from the seventies.”
***
“It is my great honor to give the Palme d’Or to…Mr. President?
“C'est un grand honneur que de remettre la Palme d'Or à... M. Le Président?”
“The Palme d’Or goes to Jared Padalecki for The Blood Spattered Samurai.”
“La Palme d'Or est attribuée à Jared Padalecki pour Le Samouraï Éclaboussé De Sang.”
“C'est un grand honneur que de remettre la Palme d'Or à... M. Le Président?”
“The Palme d’Or goes to Jared Padalecki for The Blood Spattered Samurai.”
“La Palme d'Or est attribuée à Jared Padalecki pour Le Samouraï Éclaboussé De Sang.”
***
And as they walked down the red carpet together, Jared slipped his right hand into Jensen’s and with his left, held his Palme d’Or aloft. He beamed into the flashing cameras.
Index | Trailer | Main Feature Part 1 | Intermission | Main Feature Part 2 | Main Feature Part 3 | Lights Up In The Theater | OST - The Blood Spattered Samurai
Index | Trailer | Main Feature Part 1 | Intermission | Main Feature Part 2 | Main Feature Part 3 | Lights Up In The Theater | OST - The Blood Spattered Samurai
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Date: 2010-02-22 08:59 am (UTC)