FIC: "The Visit" (SPN RPS)

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Title: The Visit

Author: Cricket (aka cricket52579)

Genre: RPS, AU
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/CMM/JH

Rating: MA (NC-17)

Warnings:  m/m sexual situations, non con, language

Disclaimer: I own/know none of the RL people involved in this fic.  It is absolutely 100% fabricated.

Spoilers: None
Summary: Jensen pays Jared a surprise visit to the set of his new movie.  Things don't go as planned.

A/N: I'd written this fic a long time ago with other actors in mind for the lead characters (I don't remember if I posted it anywhere online or not) but I've changed it around with the J2 crew front and center because it just fit perfectly. :)
Feedback:  Is much appreciated.

Jensen took one last deep breath, slid his fingers through his hair, and cleared his dry throat.  He rapped his knuckles against the door of the trailer impatiently. "Jared, you in there?"

No answer.

He tried the doorknob and unsurprisingly it was unlocked. The always careful Jared tended to leave private places unsecured. Jensen made a mental note to talk to Jay about that . . . later. Right now, he had other things in mind to do with the big lug. He couldn't help but grin at the dirty thoughts running though his head as he continued to search the huge trailer his best friend occupied while filming his new blockbuster thriller. Jensen was on vacation, and what was a vacation without a little romp under the covers with his lover?

"Jay?" Jensen's impatience was splintering into annoyance as his friend continued to not answer. He didn't fly halfway across the world for a surprise visit to the set when the only surprise was to be Jared's absence.

Stumbling through the doorway to the den, Jensen cursed and called to Jared again.

"He's not here."

Startled, Jensen turned on his heel to find the owner of the voice that was definitely not Jared's. Sitting in a leather easy chair, a script folded into his right hand and a cup of steaming coffee in his left, was Chad Michael Murray. Jensen felt a stirring in his nether regions as he blinked rapidly and took in the drooping puppy-dog eyes, the usually short cropped blonde hair grown a bit longer for his role in the movie, and the plump, pink mouth that now seemed to be forming into a mischievous grin. Jensen didn't deny it; Chad was gorgeous.

"Not here?" Jensen squeaked out. "Where is he?"

"Few buildings back," Chad motioned over his shoulder, "shooting a scene." The smile remained. "He might be a while. Coffee?"

Jensen shook his head and swallowed thickly. Chad always made him nervous. He was a nice enough guy, but Jensen couldn't seem to shake the jealousy of Jared, his Jared, working on a movie set with such a beautiful man. A beautiful man that was now in his lover's trailer . . . doing what, exactly?

Jensen found his voice again. "What are you doing in Jared's trailer, by the way? I'd think this movie has a big enough budget to get all the stars their own."

Chad's grin didn't waver, in fact, Jensen thought it grew bigger. "We were just running some lines," he shrugged. "Jay brewed some coffee before he had to run and told me to help myself," Chad lifted his steaming cup as if making a toast, "so I did."

"Oh," was all Jensen could think of to say.  But he didn’t like hearing Jared’s nickname on Chad’s lips. Only Jensen got to call Jared ‘Jay’, dammit.

"What a pleasant surprise, you showing up here like this. Jared will be so happy to see you."

Jensen didn't like the tone of Chad's voice, or perhaps, he liked it too much. Either way, his jumping nerves jolted up another notch. "Yeah, that was the plan."

Chad snorted quietly, taking his eyes off of Jensen for a split second. "The plan," he repeated.

The taller man set his coffee cup and forgotten script on the table by his chair and rose to his feet, beaming as the innocent movement caused the handsome boy standing before him to take an involuntary step back.

"Careful," Chad said, "I might bite."

Jensen's embarrassed smile seemed wary and forced. "I'm sure you do." The words slipped from his lips before he knew he was talking.

A seemingly inquisitive Chad raised his brow. "Is that how you like it?" He chuckled. "No wonder Jay keeps you around. You must be a fun one to take to bed." The knee-weakening grin returned.

Jensen couldn't breathe. Was Chad coming on to him? Couldn't be. Jensen figured his mind must be in his dick right now. Chad liked women. Lots and lots of women. That's the only thing that kept Jensen from going insane when he thought about the long days and nights this man spent on the set with Jared.

"The bedroom's empty." Chad jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "Maybe we could test the thickness of these trailer walls as I, umm, bite you."

That did it. Jensen's flimsy, thin hope that Chad was as straight as an arrow flew right out the window with the words of that particularly bold proposition. He was so jolted, he hardly noticed as Chad made a quick call on his cell phone. But he wasn't jolted enough to know he had to get out of that trailer . . . now, before something happened that he'd surely regret.

Jensen smiled cautiously and turned towards the exit. "Maybe next time, Chad," he tried to joke as his weathered boots scraped excruciatingly casually towards the door. "If you see Jared, tell him I'll meet up with him later tonight. Thanks." He didn't want to show his fear, as in racing towards the exit like a jack rabbit fleeing a fox . . . albeit a gorgeously tempting fox. But, to Jensen's horror, the fox followed him through the kitchen-slash-dining room and mirrored his steps until the door was in sight. Then he felt a strong, warm hand clamp dangerously tight onto his shoulder.

"You can't leave now. You just got here," Chad assured as Jensen turned to face him with questioning eyes. "The party's just gettin' started."

"Thanks, Chad, but I'm really not in the mood for a party right now. The flight was long and I'm dead tired—"

"Tired?" Chad interrupted. "Like I was saying, there's an empty bed back there just waiting for a warm body – or two – to lay on it—"

Fear began to fold to Jensen's swelling anger. He shrugged Chad's hand off his shoulder and forced his voice to be firm and unwavering. "Jesus, man. You don't believe in subtlety, do you? In that case, I'll be blunt. Not interested. So back the fuck off."

Jensen felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Was he really fighting off the advances of this gorgeous younger man? How ridiculous! But he was, and he was finding that it's what he truly wanted. He didn't come here for one Chad Michael Murray; he came here for Jared Padalecki, and damn it if that's who he wasn't going to get.

But Jensen's anger faltered when he saw the devilish grin reappear on Chad's lips. "You're even cuter when you're angry. Did you know that?" Chad winked. "Which is a good thing, because if you really don't want to come back to that bedroom willingly, you're going to be very angry when—"

Chad's restrained threat was eclipsed by the sound of the door swinging open from behind Jensen. Jensen whirled, thanking his lucky stars that Jared, his hero, was coming to his rescue – that is until he saw that it wasn't Jay who was stepping inside and closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hello, Jen." Justin Hartley’s voice was chilling, Jensen thought. He was the most devastatingly handsome man Jensen had ever seen . . . but his voice was completely chilling. "Going somewhere?"

Justin was about the same height as Jensen, but the fair-haired man seemed to loom over the now trapped Supernatural star. His body was incomparably hard and, to Jensen's chagrin, mouthwateringly sexy. But right now, Mr. Mouthwateringly Sexy stood between Jensen and his escape route.

"As a matter of fact, I was just heading out to grab something to eat and wait for Jared to finish shooting a scene." Jensen was proud of how casual his voice rang out. He started to brush by Justin, and even had his hand on the door before his arm was clamped in a vice-like grip just above his elbow and he was yanked back between the two seemingly deranged men. "Hey! What the fuck is your problem?" Jensen reeled to face them, his anger a welcomed companion.

"My problem," Justin's voice echoed forcefully, "is that I was just informed that there was going to be a party here, and that you, Mr. Gorgeous Green Eyes, were the guest of honor."

"Hmm, sorry. You must have been misinformed."

But the grip on Jensen's arm didn't loosen. "I don't think so."

"C'mon, guys, this really isn't funny anymore." Jensen tried to reason with them.

"You're right. It's not," Chad said. "So stop being a pain in the ass and just come . . ." He reached for Jensen's other arm at the exact moment the older boy tried for his escape.

Jensen shot his fist out and connected with the limb of Justin's restraining grip, loosening the hold just enough to bolt for the door. Jesus Christ! Jensen never thought that his greatest fantasy - a night with Chad Michael Murray and Justin Hartley - could turn into such a nightmarish reality. It must be some sort of evil cosmic joke.

But the joke and the fantasy disappeared when two muscular arms wrapped around his neck and swung him to the floor like a dejected rag doll. The corners of Jensen's vision had already begun to blur as he fought and clawed and beat at the human noose that cut off his oxygen supply.

On instinct, he ignored the limbs around his neck and shot a fisted blow to the jaw of the man who was choking him. He heard Justin curse and the hold slacked slightly, enough for Jensen to gulp a lungful of much needed air – which turned out to be useless when an iron fist plunged into his stomach, knocking out the air that had barely been salvaged.

Coughing profusely, Jensen watched helplessly as an enraged Chad straddled him right there on the floor, grasped the wrists that were desperately trying to unlink Justin's arms from his throat, and pinned his hands to the floor.

"Now you listen to me, you little fuck," he hissed, bringing his face close to Jensen's. "This could have been so easy for you. It could have been fun for you. If you'd just taken me up on my offer to come back to the bedroom . . ."

Jensen could barely hear Chad's words through his own coughing. His eyes stung and blurred from the tears of his choking. Justin finally noticed his captive's distress, pulled his arms away from Jensen's neck and smiled down at his red face.

"Sorry about that, bro. We don't want to kill you. We just wanna fuck you."

His senses returning, the significance of Justin's words caused and upsurge of power and unbridled fear in Jensen. He strained and pulled and fought with renewed strength to free himself from his subjugators.

"Help!" He screamed. "Hel—" Jensen's cries were cut short when Justin's hand slapped over his mouth.

"Shut up, goddammit!" Justin roared in Jensen's ear.

"Oh, he'll shut up. Won't you Jen?" Chad's easy tone grabbed Jensen's full attention. "Because if you don't . . . we might just have to let you go."

Both Jensen and Justin stared at Chad in disbelief. "What the fuck are you—"

"Shh," Chad soothed Justin's protest as he motioned for his fellow captor to take over the hold on Jensen's arms. "Hold him," he ordered. "You can take your hand off his mouth, Justin," he purred, "Jen's not going to scream again. Isn’t that right, Jen? Because if he does, we'll let him go . . . and then go after his precious little Jay instead." He grinned knowingly down at the powerless boy beneath him.

Jensen's heart sank. Jared, God, Jared.

"I know what you're thinking, Jen. You think we've already gone after Jared. But you're wrong. He's, well, Jared's not our type. But you on the other hand . . ." Chad let his hands creep under Jensen's t-shirt and began to stroke the warm, shuddering flesh of his belly. "Mmm, I've been waiting a long time to touch you like this, Jen. A long time." As Justin held Jensen's hands immobile, Chad unbuttoned and unzipped the vulnerable man's jeans. "You just let Justin and I have a piece of you and you won't ever have to worry about us going after Jared. Is that a deal?" He wrapped a firm hand around Jensen's cock.

Jensen whimpered softly. He rolled his head from side to side, clenching his eyes shut from the mixture of intense emotions. He was afraid for himself and afraid for Jared. But he was angry and hurt and his dignity was all but erased – stomped down into the dirt by the two men he'd once considered friends. It was all too much.

"I asked you if we had a deal." Chad's grip on Jensen's cock tightened, but then he began to stroke, knowing it would shatter his captive's steel resolve. His eyes flashed with triumph when a feeble cry escaped Jensen's lips. "Do we have a deal, Jensen?" he purred as he intensified his stokes.

"Yes!" Jensen finally relented. They could have his dignity, they could have his pride, and they could have him, but they could never have Jared. Never.

"That's good," Chad sighed, "That's very good." And then he leaned down to close his mouth over Jensen's rigid flesh.

"Don't fight it, Jen. Don't fight us." Justin leaned down and touched his lips to Jensen's. "We love you." His words rang bitter sweetly as he continued to feast upon Jensen's lips and tongue.

The swirling of his senses and the numbness he felt from the attack caused Jensen to float in and out of reality. He could see and feel everything the two men were doing to him and then, all of the sudden, everything shifted, blurred and finally went dark . . . and he remembered no more – until he felt gentle lips pressing upon his again. He couldn't take it. They already took too much. Reviving his energy to fight, Jensen pushed the roving lips away and found that he could move! Regaining strength, he pulled himself into a sitting position, pushing away the hard body atop him.

"Hey!"

"Get away from me!" Jensen shouted. "Let go!" He flailed and slapped at the hands grabbing for his wrists again.

"Hey! Jen! Jensen! Shh! It's me! Calm down!"

Jensen stopped. He knew that voice. He knew it well. "Jared?" Jensen's voice was weak and small as he opened his eyes to stare blankly at the man sitting on top of him. "Jared?" he said again as his lover came into full focus.

"Yes, it's Jared. Jesus, Jen," Jared said as he stroked his long fingers through Jensen's short-cropped hair, "that must have been some nightmare. You were tossing and turning and groaning like crazy. I tried to wake you in the gentlest way possible, but apparently it was the wrong way." Jared smiled, in spite of it all.

Finally taking a good look around, Jensen saw that he was in Jared's trailer, in Jared's bedroom, on Jared's bed . . . with Jared. Nobody there but his Jay.

Jesus.

"You must have fallen asleep while waiting for me to get back from the shoot." Jared continued. "You surprised the hell out of me, I mean coming all this way to visit me. That's so incredibly sweet of you." He blushed and nuzzled Jensen's nose with his own. When he pulled back, he realized the stress and confusion on Jensen's face. He stroked his lover's cheek. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a nightmare. Whatever it was, it wasn't real. You're okay now," he soothed. Jared gave him a quick kiss to kick away the last of Jensen's doubts.

"Hey, Jared? Are you ready to run these lines with me? I've got an early call tomorrow and . . . Oh," Chad looked embarrassed as he halted in the doorway. "Sorry. I didn't realize you weren't alone." He smiled sheepishly.

"S'okay, Chad. I was just waking Jen up from his nap. He flew all the way here just to be with me." Jared couldn't contain his giddy happiness.

"What a pleasant surprise." Chad smiled at Jensen. It was a genuine smile. No malice guised behind it, but it still scared Jensen to death. He'd never see that smile the same way again.

Jared slid off the bed and passed by Chad towards the kitchen. "Yeah, let's get those lines read, Chad. There are some things that I need to do tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked over his shoulder at Jensen. "I'll go make us a fresh pot of coffee. It's gonna be a long night."

Jensen watched as Jared disappeared from view and found himself alone in the bedroom with Chad. He swallowed thickly. It was only a dream. Only a goddamn dream.

Chad smiled again and motioned towards the kitchen. "Coffee?"

Tongue-tied, Jensen just shook his head.

The gorgeous younger man cocked his head and shrugged his shoulders as he started to walk out of the room. He caught Jensen's eye and grinned, "Maybe next time."

 

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