He lets out a sigh that could damn near shake the earth considering his size. Jared Padalecki is too damn big to ever do anything in a small way, and Jensen wonders why he even bothered telling Jared, considering he knew what Jared's reaction would be in advance.

"He's one of my friend's Jay, he's gotta stay somewhere, and he's gonna wanna hang out. So you want to go out drinking with me you gotta face up to Chris. Sorry man, but I ain't pickin' sides," Jensen says, and gives his little cocky grin that let's Jared know that he's already lost this round.

"All I'm saying is that Christian Fucking Kane is the world's biggest asshole and dick wrapped up in a VERY short package," Jared grumbles, and Jensen struggles hard to keep from laughing, because Jared is telling the honest to God's truth, but damn if Chris doesn't have his good moments too, however few and far between they may be.

Jensen shrugs. "I know he can be an asshole, but get a few beers in him…"

"And he's an even bigger asshole," Jared cuts in.

"Yeah, well if you want to go out with me, he's a part of the package tonight. I mean you can always go out drinking with Tommy," Jensen throws out.

Jared's eyes widen and his mouth falls open before he recovers with, "After the last time? You remember Mike spiked my drink and I ended up doing a striptease to the Macarena, right?"

"Hey, I rescued your big ass before you went all Full Monty," Jensen replies around a smirk.

"Fine, ANYTHING is better that Michael Fucking Rosenbaum," Jared grumbles.

Jared finds himself regretting his earlier statement of anything being better than Michael Rosenbaum, because in under an hour Christian Fucking Kane has proven him wrong. The short little bastard is just so obnoxious. Like all the damn time, and Jared has no clue how he manages to get away with it. And just what is so appealing about the loud-mouthed little redneck? Jared would really like to know, although, damn those biceps when the little bastard takes a swig of beer!

"Hey! Jolly Green, you up for another round? Kick back the rest of that bottle, ya damn lightweight! I'm gonna get us some tequila on me!" Chris says with his loud laugh, and Jensen chuckles like he knows something that Jared doesn't, and damn it.

Jared wants to know what's up, because he gets the feeling he's about to be at the butt of the joke. And what the fuck did Shorty just call him?

Chris comes back with a tall bottle of Jose Cuervo, the bottle with a worm, and nine shot glasses on a tray. Jared notices the evil smile on the smug little bastard's face and he's starting to think that maybe drinking with friends who hang out with assholes is a bad idea.

"All righty, we're gonna have us a contest," Chris says as he lines up three shot glasses in front of Jared, Jensen, and himself.

"Here's the rules," he says as he fills each shot glass. "We knock back these shots quick as we can, the last one to finish all three shots has to go for the worm in the bottle and drink him down. Ya'll up for that ladies?"

Jared shoots a worried glance over to Jensen who just shrugs and takes the first shot in hand. Jared follows his lead, and Chris takes his own shot. Then he shouts go, and it's a race. Jensen slams his last shot down first. Chris is right behind him, and Jared's just slamming his third glass down as Chris lifts the bottle of Cuervo with a smirk and gives it a swirl the worm spinning around inside the fiery liquid and Jared gives a whimper of defeat. Why in the hell did it HAVE to be tequila?

"You think you can handle the worm, son?" Chris bites out, a challenge peppering his words.

Jared snatches the bottle from him with a glare. Jensen pulls back a little from the table, wondering if this will end up coming to blows. Jared brings the bottle to his lips, and drops his head back, chugging the tequila. He downs about two thirds of the liquid without flinching before he finally gets the worm then he slams the bottle back down to the table and wipes a hand across his burning mouth.

"How's that Shorty?" Jared snarls.

Chris cocks his head to the side and gives a nod as he runs a hand through his long hair. "Not bad, kid. You'll be feelin' it tomorrow, but damn. Guess you ain't such a pussy after all. But gotta tell ya, them pink shirts, they're enough to make a guy wonder."

"Fuck you, Urban Cowboy," Jared growls.

Jensen backs further away from the table, because Jared is pissed, and this is only going to make Chris bait him even more. Which is not going to be a good thing. Jensen just has this gut feeling about it.

"You think you can handle all this? Bet you're a real stallion, champ," Chris says, his tongue darting across his lips, as he cocks his brow in challenge.

Jared shoves his chair back and gets to his feet, he wants to deck the bastard, but his bladder has other plans. The liquor hits him hard, and he knows he's had too much too fast. He sways a little on his feet, ignores Chris and looks at Jensen as he says, "I'm gonna go take a piss. If I ain't back in ten minutes, don't let this ass hole go in after me and give me a swirly."

Jensen watches as Jared sways and staggers a little to the bathroom, and wonders how someone so big can't hold his liquor. It just doesn't seem natural. Then he turns his attention to his snickering friend.

"Quit being a dick. He's a really nice guy. You just need to give him a chance and quit fucking with him. Christ! It's a wonder you have any damn friends," Jensen snaps.

"Just havin' a little fun, Jenny, and the bastard makes it so damn easy. You can play him like a second hand fiddle!"

Jensen rolls his eyes. "I know you can't be nice. So how about try for civil? Please. I don't ask for much, but he's my friend same as you, and I'm tired of the two of you trying to get me to play sides."

"Fine, but Jen! The boy wears pink. That should speak for itself," Chris answers.

"Remind me again why the hell I put up with you? Christ! I can see why Steve bought you the fucking ticket to come see me!" Jensen growls, and then he gets up to go check on Jared.

Chris sighs and gets to his feet. "Sit the fuck down. I'll go get him, and I won't let his ass drown in the toilet. Get us a round of beers," Chris says as he tosses a twenty down on the table and heads to the bathroom to make amends.

It doesn't take long for Chris to make it to the bathroom. He slips inside and sees Jared sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his face in his hands. Chris looks down at the kid's crotch and is almost disappointed over the fact that Jared hasn't pissed himself, but the package the kid is packing makes up for his original disappointment, because God smiled down on this particular Texas boy. That's for damn sure.

Chris shakes his head and lets out a groan, because yes, he really did just check this kid out. He really must be losing it. His groan is enough to get the kid's attention.

Jared looks up and his face shifts to anger. "Wha da fuck d'you wan', bas'ard?"

Chris' eyes widen and he tries hard to bite back the laughter over the giant lightweight, but a snicker still escapes him. He goes over and grabs the kid's arms trying to haul the giant ass to his feet.

"Christ, you're a big fucker. Come on, and help me out a little here," Chris grinds out.

Jared tries to shove him away and slips back to his ass. Chris stumbles and lands on top of Jared. He gets to his feet quickly and then manages to drag Jared's ass up from the floor.

"You better get your feet under ya, son, cause I ain't helpin' Jenny haul your ass out to the truck. You're too damn heavy."

"Y'tryin' to say my fat is ass?" Jared slurs in a long Texas drawl.

"Something like that," Chris says around a chuckle.

"Fug you uckly," Jared says.

"Yeah, Jolly, whatever you say, now you coming?" Chris asks and pulls one of Jared's arms across his shoulders.

Jared pulls back and Chris is tugged back against him. He turns around, annoyed, and finds himself pressed up against the kid, who's back is against the wall, and drunk or not, Padalecki can still get it up.

Jared pushes against him. "Gerroff my dick, creep ass perv."

"You're the one that's hard!"

"Am not!" Jared shouts.

Chris rolls his eyes and then his mouth is being attacked by tequila flavored sloppy lips and he prays that Jared can stay on his feet because he's really not feeling the whole Jared falling on top of him thing no matter how appealing Jared's cock may be.

Chris nearly stumbles as the solid weight of Jared hits him full force and he barely manages to stay on his feet as the damn giant passes out on him. He's grateful when the bathroom door is yanked open and Jensen is in the doorway rolling his eyes.

It takes a great deal of effort between the two to haul Jared's drunk ass out to Jensen's truck. Chris doesn't know how to explain Jared's hard on, thankfully Jensen is tactful enough not to ask.

They make it to the hotel where Chris is staying, Jensen's footing the bill to avoid having to deal with Chris underfoot and in his fridge at all hours. Chris looks in the back of the extended cab where Jared's laid out and comes up with a very good idea. He looks over at Jensen.

Jensen sucks in a sharp breath. "Whatever you're thinking, just stop it. I mean it, Chris. Abso-fucking-lutely NOT."

"How do you expect to haul his ass into your place by yourself?" Chris points out.

Jensen groans, knows this is a bad idea, but he can't help seeing Chris' logic here. Jared is a big ass motherfucker. Chris has to struggle to suppress his grin, because he knows he's won this round. And what Jenny doesn't know after he heads home won't hurt him, unless Jared's the type to hold grudges.

So that's how Chris finds himself fumbling with his keycard while Jensen grumbles in the background about hurrying up and Jared needing more time at the gym. Chris finally gets the door open and then manages to talk Jensen into helping him get Jared over to the bed. Jensen doesn't like the idea, but the couch is small, and Jared is huge. So Jensen relents.

Chris rolls his eyes as Jensen heads toward his door giving him a lecture on not fucking with Jared. Chris listens. It goes in one ear and out the other, and finally Jensen steps out of the room, one last warning to give, but Chris promptly shuts the door in his face and locks it. He then turns around and heads toward the bed, because this is too great an opportunity to pass up. Jared's face when he wakes up will be worth all the shit that's gonna hit the fan.

It takes all of ten minutes of pushing and shoving to get Jared naked, and Chris has to admit the kid's pretty impressive, not just with his massive dick, but with the muscles on his arms, legs, his back, and torso. Not a bad package at all.

With a wicked grin on his face he shucks his own clothes, pulls back the covers and slips in next to Jared. He settles the covers around them, rolls onto his stomach to get comfortable and throws an arm and a leg across the snoring giant.

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His head is fuzzy as consciousness slowly creeps in on him, and he recognizes the warmth of a body pressed against him, a hard and ready body. His senses are still dulled from the tequila that he vaguely remembers. He tries to pull and arm up to work at his temples and clear his mind, but his arm is caught beneath that body. He groans and then remember a sloppy kiss and little else.

Jared's heart skips a beat as he tries to remember what happened. It doesn't take him long to realize he's naked and hard and there's a familiar body, naked and hard against him.

Christ, there's no way in hell he went to bed with Jensen. Warmth flutters in his belly and his cock gives a twitch, and the body against his, Jensen, shifts and Jensen's cock rubs against his hip and he gasps.

He shifts and thinks, if he's already made it this far he may as well give it a go a second time, considering Jensen's just as willing if his cock is anything to go by. He moves closer and nuzzles his way along Jensen's throat, up along his Adam's apple and jaw and when he finds Jensen's mouth he moves in for the kill.

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There is weight bearing down on him and a firm, delicious, tequila flavored mouth working against his. Christian Kane is a man known to be weak in the face of temptation, and waking up like this is about as tempting as it gets, especially considering that he's naked and Jared is naked, and Jared is the one initiating this. Chris is never one known for caution so he quickly decides to go along with the ride.

He opens his mouth to Jared's eager tongue and groans as Jared's tongue curls around his own. Their teeth click for a moment, and then their jaws work out a rhythm and Chris finds himself melting into this. Who knew the kid could kiss like this? Jared shifts and pulls back a little.

"So hot, and taste so good. God, wanna fuck you till the bed collapses beneath us," he whispers huskily as he nips his way down Chris's throat and his large hand slips between their bodies to cup Chris' fully awake cock.

Chris groans, and thrusts up against Jared's hands. "God baby, wanna do so many things to you, wrap my lips round your cock, suck you dry. Don't want you to remember your own name. Only me. Only me fucking you, till you can't take no more."

Chris swallows thickly as Jared's teeth scrape along his throat and land firmly in his shoulder, and he doesn't really care that there will be a mark there in the morning as long as Jared doesn't stop. Christ, the boy should never stop doing this. Jared's hands, his huge fucking hands, slip down Chris' chest and ribs, down further, until his long fingers are gripping Chris' flank roughly and dragging him up against Jared's groin, their aching cocks colliding together. Jesus! Chris will be lucky if he makes it through the night alive. All of this sensation might just be the death of him, and the filthy promises falling from the lips of a man who looks like some fresh faced Hollywood noob is blowing his mind. This is almost unreal, except for the huge cock grinding against his own.

"Christ! Wanna fuck you, son! Want you riding my dick like we're at the God damned rodeo," Chris growls back, and leans up his teeth finding Jared's collarbone and leaving a mark of his own.

"Can't think with you talking dirty, baby. Put that mouth to good use, and suck my cock," Jared says around a whine.

"Gotta roll over, Sasquatch. Need you under me if I'm gonna suck that cock dry. Then I'm gonna fuck that sweet, tight ass raw. You want that? Wanna be my bitch?" Chris says, his voice husky and whiskey laden.

In a blur of movement that makes Chris' head spin, Jared's on his back, and Chris is manhandled on top of him, and Chris usually isn't one who likes a bossy bottom, but there's something about this giant caving beneath him that just can't be denied as he leans down, his mouth capturing Jared's in a fight for dominance with tongue and teeth and then he's biting down Jared's throat, across the broad expanse of Jared's chest. He nips first the right nipple and then the left, and finds a ticklish spot along Jared's ribs as he slowly slips down Jared's body with his tongue and sharp nips of his teeth, as Jared squirms in anticipation, amazing half moans and whines escaping the giant's throat, going straight to Chris' already more than eager cock.

Chris' teeth scrape the jut of Jared's hip and then he bites down hard, marking Jared, because tonight he owns this giant fucker, and Jared's gonna know that come morning. Chris' hand curls around Jared's cock and Jared's hips give a little jolt as Jared trembles beneath the touch, his breath hitching as Chris bends down, his tongue flickering and swirling around the head of Jared's cock.

Chris lowers his mouth his tongue slipping along the throbbing vein on the underside of Jared's cock as he takes in as much as he can, the tip of Jared's dick tickling the back of his throat before he pulls back and goes down again, his hand tightening at the base of Jared's cock, and a moan slips up his throat as Jared's hands find their way into his hair, the grip making his scalp sting and bringing tears to his eyes, but oh it's so right.

"Christ," Jared bites out, and Chris has to brace his free hand against Jared's hip to keep the kid from bucking up into his mouth and choking him as he hollows out his cheeks and hums a little against Jared's cock. He hums one of Steve's songs, "Come Around More Alabama". He thinks it's fitting in a strange way, and every time the word come springs into his mind with the lyrics, his hum gets a little heavier and then tapers back to normal with the rest of the words.

Jared is squirming beneath him, his body trembling, and a guttural whine making his throat scratchy as he hitches up his legs in an effort to thrust against Chris' straining hand.

Chris can feel Jared's toes curling sharply against his leg as Jared stutters out, "Fuck, gonna come."

Chris pulls back as Jared's cock twitches. He closes his eyes as he pumps Jared's cock dry and warm, sticky liquid splashes across his face. Jared's cock gives a few more feeble twitches before he's finally spent, and then Jared's hands are wiping the come from Chris' face, and Chris opens his eyes in time to watch Jared suck one of his fingers dry, and he feels his stomach hollow out at the sight, and his cock twitches painfully as Jared drags him forward, and licks his face clean before dragging Chris down into a kiss, where he shares his taste with Chris.

Chris moans into Jared's mouth and he reaches for the table next to the bed, reluctant to pull away from that mouth as his hand digs around in the drawer until he finds what he's looking for, a condom and some lotion. Perfect.

"Gonna let me ride you, cowboy?" Chris whispers huskily as he pulls back from Jared's mouth.

"Fuck yeah. Whatever you want," Jared says, his voice fucked out as he drags Chris down for another kiss.

Chris pulls back, and bites down on Jared's collarbone before licking over the bite to sooth it, and then he growls, "That sweet ass is mine, Padalecki."

Jared squirms beneath him, and Chris can already feel the kid's cock stirring again. He grins as he pulls back, shifts, and tells Jared to roll over. Jared complies with a grunt, and trails his fingers down Jared's spine. Jared lifts himself on his knees and Chris slips behind him, his teeth grazing Jared's ass, as he squirts some lotion into his hand.

He spreads the cheeks of Jared's ass and slowly works a finger inside the giant. He swallows as he realizes just how tight the kid is. He lets out a shaky breath as he works that finger in and out slowly until Jared is pushing up against it and he works in a second finger, crooking them inside of Jared and brushing the kid's sweet spot. Jared lets out a yell.

"Sweet Christ! Do that again! Holy fuck," he bites out, and Chris freezes as he realizes that this must be a first for Jared.

Guilt washes through him, almost enough to make him stop, but then Jared wiggles back against him and the guilt is burned away as the flames of desire are stoked. Finally Chris adds a third finger and Jared stretches his arms forward and arches his back, a keening sound parting his lips as he begs for Chris' cock.

Chris rips open the little foil packet, rolls the condom on, spreads some lotion over the latex, and moves up behind Jared's ass. He grabs Jared's hips and nudges the head of his cock against Jared's ass, the head of his cock teasing Jared's entrance before he begins to push inside, forcing himself to take it slow as Jared gasps against the burn. Chris squeezes his eyes shut against the impossibly tight heat that is Jared's virgin ass.

He takes in a shaky breath, and continues, achingly slowly, and Jared's breath hitches. Chris reaches around, his hand wrapping around Jared's semi hard cock until it's fully restored, and then he pushes in the rest of the way, Jared shifting forward with a hiss. Chris forces himself not to move, waiting on a signal from Jared, all the while wanting nothing more than to pound away inside of that as hard and fast as he's able to.

Jared wiggles and shifts beneath him, and then says, "Thought you were gonna fuck me. I ain't gonna spend the whole night with your dick up my ass. Now move!"

Chris pulls out and thrusts back in, and Jared works his hips and arches forward as Chris' cock brushes his prostate, and what Jared lacks in experience he more than makes up for in enthusiasm as they work out a rhythm of hard and dirty while Chris jerks Jared off.

Jared's shouts are muffled by the pillow that he bites down into every now and then between Chris' thrust, and Chris feels the heat and electricity building inside himself, knowing that he won't last much longer he leans forward, his chest flush with Jared's back as he sinks his teeth into Jared's shoulder, thrusting like a man possessed, until a guttural growl tears at his throat and he bites down harder, his teeth breaking the flesh in Jared's shoulder as he comes hard and heavy, his body trembling, his fist tightening around Jared's cock convulsively.

He thinks he may have blacked out for a moment as he comes back to himself and realizes that he practically collapsed on top of the kid. He gives his head a little shake and finishes the kid off, smirking as Jared's body shudders beneath his with a second orgasm as he pulls slowly out of the kid, removes the condom, ties it off, and then tosses it in the general direction of the wastebasket.

He then collapses next to Jared on the mattress, landing face first in the pillow as Jared rolls over and with those huge ass arms and legs of his, Jared pulls Chris up against him, and while Chris isn't much for after fuck cuddling, he's too tired to really press the issue as his eyes slip shut with the smell and warmth of Jared Padalecki, and really, drifting off to sleep like this ain't half bad.

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His head is achy and the light in the room is too bright even with the curtains drawn. He doesn't recognize the bed that he's in, and he stiffens as he realizes that he's wrapped around a warm, hard, strong, male body. He swallows thickly and tries to recall what he'd been up to the night before. He takes in a breath and a small smile slips across his face.

He remembers the drinking game, and having to get the worm out of that bottle of Cuervo. He remembers Christian Fucking Kane being an asshole in the bathroom, and then he remembers Jensen helping to carry him to bed. Jensen. He snuggles a little closer his nose slipping through surprisingly silky hair to nuzzle against a warm shoulder as he presses his lips against the flesh there and then shifts his shoulder and winces at the twinge there, and the uncomfortable, but bearable ache in his ass.

Then it hits him, Jensen's hair is short, has been short for as long as he's known him. Jared stiffens, pulls back carefully, and slowly opens his eyes. His breath catches sharply in his throat as the beginning of a headache from hell slips up along the back of his neck to work it's way to his temples as he stares down in horror at Christian Fucking Kane, naked as the day he was born, all warm, and smelling like sex and ten kinds of "Oh fuck."

He moves back, trying to pull his arms from around the sleeping man, but damn if Kane isn't a light sleeper. Chris shifts and rolls over with a yawn and a groan, stretching, and Jared swallows thickly against the sensations of Christian's muscles moving and shifting against him. A lazy smile tugs at the older man's lips as his eyes slip open, barely more than slits as he says, "Mornin' Sunshine."

Jared feels something squirm deep in his stomach and he wonders if he's going to be sick as he pulls back and sits up, dropping his head into his hands, wondering how he could have fucked up this badly. He forces out a breath and then takes in a slow steady breath, trying to wrap his head around this.

"Hey son, you all right? Think you gonna be sick? Lean over the bed if you gotta, puke, kay?" Chris says, and Jared shudders as he remembers that mouth on him, those teeth sinking into his shoulder, those lips wrapped around his cock. Yeah, maybe he will be sick after all.

Jared lifts his head and narrows his bloodshot eyes on Christian Fucking Kane, swallowing back against the bile rising in his throat as the night before comes back to him in flashes and he prays that the stirrings in his cock will just go the fuck away, because he WON'T be doing that again. Ever. Not with Christian Fucking Kane, anyway.

Chris reaches out, but Jared flinches away from him and slips out of the bed, looking around for his clothes, and avoiding looking at the man on the bed. He wishes he could burn the memory of how that tanned skin tastes just this side of salty and sweet, and how the long hair falling into Chris' blue eyes is kind of sexy. He can NOT be having these thoughts. They are wrong on every level known to man.

He stiffens as Chris' hand slips up his back to rest on his shoulder. "You all right, Jay?" he asks.

Jared spins around and snarls, "Where the fuck do you get off calling me that? I can't fucking stand you. You're an arrogant fucking redneck ass hole who took advantage of me while I was fucking drunk! That's just this side of fucking date rape! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey! I just got your heavy ass in the bed, you were the one talkin' dirty and kissin' me!" Chris replies.

"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!" Jared shouts. "Hell! I thought you were Jen…"

Jared doesn't finish as Chris jerks his hand back like he's been burned. "Fuck you, Padalecki. And for the record, I ain't gotta like you to fuck you. Your clothes are over by the bar. Get dressed and get the fuck out! You better be gone when I get out of the shower or I'll kick your sorry ass to hell and back," Chris says, his voice hard and cold, his eyes burning with his anger.

Chris grabs his duffel from the corner of the room and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Jared swallows thickly, finds his clothes folded neatly on top of the bar, raises an eyebrow at that, but then shrugs it off as he dresses quickly, pulls on his shoes, and slips out of the door. He goes down to the lobby and has the girl behind the counter call for a cab. He'll worry about getting something for his headache once he gets home. Right now all he can think about is that pained look behind the ice in Christian Fucking Kane's eyes. Still the bastard had it coming, especially considering…

Jared is trembling as he gets into the cab and gives the driver his address, because the one thing his mind keeps circling around is the fact that Christian Kane is the first man to ever fuck him, and the bite mark on his shoulder starts to sting, as if to remind him of this fact.

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He sighs and blows back a strand of wayward hair from his face, his temple pressed against the cool glass of the window. He lets out a huff of breath, the glass clouding up, and his thoughts drift to a week ago. The kid's been avoiding him like the plague even when Jensen dragged him on set. It's fine by him, he was here to visit his friend, not his friend's new best friend.

"So, you gonna tell me what the hell happened after I left Jared at your hotel room, because it's not like him to be so quiet, and you're being more of an ass than is normal for you, and that's saying a lot," Jensen says.

Chris takes in a breath and rolls his eyes, before he lets it out, and answers with, "Fuck off, Jenny."

"I'm gonna find out eventually. I'd rather hear it from you before Jared tells me, because I won't be as pissed at you if I hear it from you man, cause I have this complex. I mean Jay's… Hell, he's too damn innocent to really have a grip on Hollywood livin', and I ain't gonna let him get hurt, not even by you. So if I hear it from you now, I won't have to kick your ass later. It can't be that bad."

"Innocent?" Chris snorts and then catches himself and shakes his head. "Some things just ain't none of your damn business. I'm warnin' ya, Ackles, butt the fuck out. If anything happened, which I ain't sayin' it did, but if it did, it's between me and Padalecki. Now let me refresh that hard head of yours by repeatin' myself. Fuck off, Jenny."

Jensen slams on the breaks, pulls over to the curb in the road, gets out of his truck, rounds the front, and Chris' eyes widen as Jensen wrenches his door open, grabs Chris by the front of his jacket and jerks him out of the cab of the truck. Jensen pulls back his fist and lets it fly, knocking Chris on his ass.

Chris looks up with a growl and then gets to his feet, tackling Jensen to the ground. His fingers coil in Jensen's collar and he leans down in Jensen's face as he growls, "He thought I was you. There. Fucking happy now? He thought I was you, and then accused me of something akin to fucking date rape. Now can you fuck off? Satisfied?"

Chris lets go of Jensen and staggers to his feet before he manages to get back into the truck, slamming the door shut hard. Jensen winces, and then rounds the front of the truck, getting behind the wheel again and pulling back on to the road. The rest of the drive to the airport is in silence.

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Jensen bites down on the inside of his cheek and mentally counts to ten as Jared misses his cue again and Kim calls cut. It's almost lunchtime anyway, so Kim calls for a break and Jensen watches as Jared bypasses the catering tents completely to head to his trailer, which is not like Jared at all. Kim shoots Jensen a look and he nods and gives a wave. He stops by the catering tent to pick up a couple of plates, one for Jared and one for himself.

Once he reaches Jared's trailer he doesn't have any arms, so he gives the door a kick and waits on Jared to open up. He waits a couple of minutes and then gives the door another sound kick and finally Jared answers the door with one of those sour airhead things that he likes hanging from his mouth. Jensen holds up a full plate as a peace offering and Jared takes the plate and allows Jensen inside.

Jared flops back on the couch and sighs as he looks down at the plate and with plastic cutlery in hand he begins to dissect his meal rather than eat it. Jensen takes a seat in the chair next to the couch, eating his salad and glancing up at Jared every now and then. Jared puts down his fork, lets out a drawn at sigh and turns to Jensen with a huff. "What the hell, man?"

Jensen cocks his head to the side. "I don't know, Jay. Why don't you tell me? I know it's got something to do with that night I left you at Chris' place, and I'm sorry about that. I just didn't think he'd do anything to you. Christ, I should have known better. Why don't you just tell me what the fucker did? Hell, I already gave him a black eye for you."

"You did what?!"

Jensen scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "When I was taking him to the airport he was all pissy and I knew it had something to do with whatever went down between you two. He wasn't talking, so knocking him on his ass seemed about the only way to go, so I hit him and he might have mentioned a few things."

"I… Look, whatever he said… I'm over it. I mean it's not like I'm a kid. Hell, I don't need you fighting my battles for me! Quit treating me like I can't make decisions on my own," Jared snaps.

"Well then quit acting like a fucking kid! What the hell happened that night? He said you thought he was me. What the hell?"

Jared's face loses what little color it has left. "It's not like that," he tries to explain. "I mean, it was at the time. I mean I had this thing for you, but it's not like that anymore. I don't know… Well, I mean I remember what happened that night, but now, knowing it was him… Christ. Look, do we really have to go into this?"

"Did he force you into anything?" Jensen asks cautiously.

Jared shakes his head. "No. He didn't. Things were said that morning, but he didn't force me. I'm a big boy, I was drunk and I did some stupid things. Hell, Christian Fucking Kane is the first man who's ever fucked me. God. What was I thinking?"

"You were drunk, Jay. Thinking wasn't a factor," Jensen says quietly and then adds, "And I'm sorry."

"For what?" Jared asks.

"I mean if you thought he was me. I'm sorry it wasn't. I mean you could have come to me if you felt that way. Hell, Jay, you know how I am," Jensen says and leans forward, dropping his hand on Jared's shoulder.

Jared's body trembles and he slowly looks up, meeting Jensen's eyes and then he swallows thickly and says, "Sorry Jen, but it's really not like that anymore. Look, thanks for bringing me something to eat, but I need some time to myself. I just… I got to pull it together for this scene, you know?"

Jensen pulls his hand back and gives a nod. "Yeah, sure thing, Jay. And if you need anything, you know where to find me, kay? I'm here for you."

Jared nods and Jensen takes his plate and slips quietly out of the trailer and heads to his own trailer. Once inside he sits down on his own couch, his salad forgotten on the table in front of the couch, as he picks up his phone and hits a number on speed dial.

Someone picks up after the fifth ring, and Jensen snarls, "I hope you're real fucking pleased with yourself this time. He's a fucking wreck! Do you realize you're the first man that's ever fucked him? How could you do something like that when you knew he was drunk off of his ass at the time?"

"Hey! I thought he wanted it! I didn't know he thought I was you until I woke up with him freaking out on me! How about you? Didn't you know he had a thing for ya? How about you turn some of this shit on yourself, Jenny! I'm not the only one at fault here! I woke up in the middle of the night with him kissing me like he was dying and his big ass hand palming my dick. I'm a man, what the fuck do you expect from me?" Chris growls.

"You're still a fucking asshole," Jensen replies weakly.

"Yeah, and you knew that from about the time you met my sorry ass," Chris says and then sighs before he continues, "So, how is the kid? He still fucked up over the whole thing? God, what I wouldn't do to see him and try to get this shit straight. I mean I know I kinda did him wrong, and I might be an asshole, but I do know when to draw the line between asshole and complete fucking dick, ya know?"

"We've got a few days more on shoot and then we're done for the season. I'm packing up and heading out to Richardson. I'm gonna visit my family and I've got a play in Dallas. Jay's probably gonna hang around up here for a couple of days, packing up and getting the dogs ready to travel, then he'll head on to LA for maybe a week then he'll go to San Antonio to visit his family before he heads out to work on that new movie he's in. When can you come up?"

"Why you tellin' me this, Jenny?"

"Stop fucking calling me that, and its Jay. He's been real pissy ever since you left and it's been over a month, and I don't know what's wrong now, but it's starting to affect his appetite and his work, so quit fucking around and fix it. This is your mess, you clean it up," Jensen replies.

"Fair enough. I'll book a flight for Friday. Think you can pick me up, or do I need to get a cab?"

"Unless you're paying me for gas your ass better find a cab," Jensen says with a lilt of affection in his voice.

"Hey now, boy! What happened to all that Texas hospitality?" Chris asks, playfully affronted.

"Dude, I'm freezing my ass off in Canada. The Texas charm is buried under all this fucking cold."

"All right man, well, I'll be seein' ya."

"Yeah, and if you need a place to stay I'll make reservations for you at the hotel, cause seriously, ain't got a clue how Steve puts up with your ass all the time. Roommates! Christ, it's a wonder he ain't killed you yet."

Chris chuckles. "Damn son, it ain't for a lack of trying."

Jensen laughs as Chris says bye and then he hangs up, and wonders if this is right. Chris and Jared are like oil and water, they don't mix well, and Chris fixing things… Well, if they killed each other he has more than enough practical experience to dig the graves.

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He takes in a deep breath, a chill running up his spine despite the heavy flannel shirt over his favorite band t-shirt. He sets his guitar case against the door frame, drops his duffel to the ground, and lifts a hand to knock before he freezes, pulls back and shoves his hands into his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet. He spares a glance over his shoulder and finds that the cab's already left. Damn, no backing out of this now.

He takes in a breath, almost takes his phone out of his pocket along with his hands, but he can call Jenny later from the hospital if need be. More than likely he's in for a hell of an ass kicking and Jared's a really big boy. He lets his breath out slowly, raises a fist to knock, and gives the door a pound or two before stepping back, his hands back in his pockets as he chews on his bottom lip.

He hears rustling and Jared's voice on the other side of the door, and finally the door is pulled open. He looks up from beneath the brim of his tan cowboy hat at Jared's exhalation. He takes his hat off, runs his hands through his hair and then puts the hat back on his head, fidgeting for lack of anything better to do while he waits on Jared to say something. He's kind of surprised that the kid's speechless, because the kid's always had something to say before.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jared finally manages.

Chris swallows thickly and bends down for his duffel bag then takes the guitar case in his other hand. "Kinda hopin' for a place to crash. Looks like Jen left a little early without tellin' me."

"That's fuckin' bullshit," Jared spits out.

"Yeah, well, Jenny ain't home. Cut me a break, Jay."

"Don't call me that. We're not friends," Jared replies.

"Yeah, I only fucked you once," Chris says dryly, and sighs as Jared winces. "Look, just can I come in, or you want me to call a cab and fuck off?"

Jared steps away from the door as he pulls it open wider and Chris lets out a relieved sigh as Jared reaches out for the duffel bag and he hands it over.

"For the record I got a flight in two days, so you're on your own with a place to stay after that," Jared says and then Chris is nearly knocked down by a squirming pile of very eager dog.

Jared doesn't lift a finger to help as Chris struggles with the dog who's heavy front paws land on Chris' chest. Chris backs up into a wall, drops the guitar case and tries to push the dog off. Finally Jared takes pity on him. "Down, Harley."

Chris gives him a look of thanks, and says, "Took ya long enough."

The dog settles back on his haunches, his stubby tail wagging as he quivers with his need for attention. Chris smiles at the dog and rubs the brute behind his ears and then notices another dog similar in coloring coming cautiously around the corner. She's far more sedated than Harley. Chris holds out his hand to her and whistles for her to come. Chris looks up from petting the dogs and notices how Jared's watching him. He clears his throat and pulls away from the dogs, and the dogs seemingly satisfied lope off to their own devices for the time being as they seem to sense something from the humans in the room.

"Want something to drink?" Jared asks as he leads the way to his kitchen, dropping the duffel bag off on the couch in the living room. Chris sets his guitar next to the couch and follows Jared.

"Sure, whatcha got?"

Jared bends down and looks in the fridge. "Coke, sweet tea, beer."

Chris shrugs. "Whatever you're having."

Jared tosses him a can of Coke, and then pulls a Coke out of the fridge for himself. He pops the tab and takes a few gulps as he leans up against his counter and narrows his eyes on Chris who's leaning against the opposite wall. "So, why the hell you here? The real reason. Cause Jen's flight ain't till tomorrow."

Chris sets his drink down on the kitchen table and crosses the room until he's toe to toe with Jared, and Jared straightens to his full height, and usually that would bug the hell out of Chris, but it's not bothering him at the moment.

"Can't help thinkin' bout you. I damn near drove Steve crazy with all my mopin' and then Jen called me up to bitch me out when you finally went and told him your side of things. Every time I turn on the damn TV you're somehow on it, and Christ! Gilmore Girls? What the hell were you thinkin' man?"

"Uh, evil hand issues," Jared quips back and Chris snorts.

"Fine, you got me there, but you also did House of Wax, so no room to talk son."

"You know, this is a pretty shitty apology," Jared says with a sigh.

Chris laughs at that. "Who says I'm apologizing? I'm an ass hole. I know it, hell, anybody talks to me long enough knows it. It's who I am and I'm never apologizing for that. You're just gonna have to deal with it son, especially if you want anymore deep dickin' from me."

Jared coughs at that, and Chris grins up at him. Chris shifts, grabs his hat and tosses it across the room as he moves up and then his lips are against Jared's as his crotch aligns with Jared's, and he's pleased to note that Jared is just as turned on as he is. He slips his fingers into Jared's belt loops as his tongue sweeps into Jared's mouth, their working in a frantic power play for dominance.

When they break apart for some much need air, Chris turns serious, his nose nuzzling against Jared's throat as he says, "I can't be Jensen. And I won't be his substitute. You either want me or you don't, but you tell me now, Jay, cause this not knowing, it's fucking with my head now. Can't stand it."

Jared bends down, closes the distance between them, as he pushes Chris' blue and black checkered flannel shirt off the shorter man's shoulders, breaking the kiss and mouthing kisses along Chris' jaw and throat.

Chris' breathing grows heavier, and then hitches in his throat as Jared's hands find their way to his fly. He pushes away from the taller man, and shakes his head. "I won't be his substitute," he says firmly.

Jared rolls his eyes, his fingers tangled in the belt loops of Chris pants, before he pulls the shorter man against him. "I wouldn't want you to be. I know you're Christian Fucking Kane, and I can deal with that, now quit being a tease and let me fuck you over my God damned kitchen table already."

"Sounds like a plan," Chris replies as he pulls of his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him, before he reaches for Jared's shirt as Jared backs him up against the kitchen table.

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Jensen flips through the channels on his television, quickly growing bored until he comes across a rerun of Angel where Chris is Lindsey McDonald waxing poetic about his evil hand issues. Jensen rolls his eyes and then looks up at the clock. His eyes widen as he realizes that Chris' plane arrived four hours ago and he hasn't heard from him yet.

He reaches for his phone, considers calling Chris, but would rather hear Jared's side of things first so he'll have some ammo for bitching Chris out. He dials Jared's number, and it takes about eight rings before the landline is picked up and a familiar Oklahoma drawl picks up. "Hello."

"Chris? What the fuck are you doing at Jay's? You haven't killed him have you? Because we got a third season and I kinda need my co-star," Jensen replies.

Chris chuckles. "Naw, Jay's fine. A little busy at the moment, but he's all right."

"That's good," Jensen replies, and then Chris lets out a long, low moan. "Hey, you all right?"

"Damn son, keep going, just like that," Chris says in a hiss and then seems to refocus on Jensen's end of the conversation and says, "Jenny, I kinda got to go. But I'll call ya later. Got some business needs tending to right now." And then there's another long moan followed by, "Christ Jay! How can you do that and hum 'Achy Breaky Heart'?!" Before the line goes mercifully dead.

Jensen stares at his phone dumbfounded for a moment, and then he shakes his head to clear it and wonders how in the hell something like this could have happened. And how in the hell did Billy Ray Cyrus fit into the whole scheme of things? Some things are better left unknown is the conclusion that Jensen eventually comes to as he sets the phone aside and decides he'll check in with Steve later.

End.