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beansideTitle: Of Which I'm Ashamed
Rating: R for sexual situations, preslash
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them, and I'm pretty sure they're not doing this.
A/N: This is a sequel to My Own Partaking.
Fall in Wilmington was gorgeous, Chad had to admit. The trees were just starting to turn, the air was getting cooler, and he’d give anything to be able to just go out and enjoy it.
“Murray! You want to join us?” Sophia called, eyes narrowed, and lips twisted in an unpleasant way.
“Like it would matter,” Chad muttered. After the debacle with Mackenzie, the producers had decided that he was just a wrecked hotel room away from being the next great burnout, and had cut his role back accordingly. He was due to bite it a few episodes from the end of what would most likely be their final season. But that was still four months of shooting away.
With a growl, he stomped onto the set, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He’d been trying to get a hold of Morgan, to check on Joe. The asshole had continued to be a disgustingly nice guy, agreeing to take in Joe when he’d gotten released on Monday, with Chad not due back to LA before the weekend.
If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was owing someone. And right now, he was so far in debt to one Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he didn’t have any clue how to repay him.
Jared had sworn that Jeff didn’t want anything. But that was bullshit. Everybody wanted something. Jared was the lone exception to the rule. There just couldn’t be two guys like him in the world.
Deep down, Chad was still waiting for Jared to change. He just hadn’t been around long enough to become an asshole. It would happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, even Jared would get jaded.
Jeff…well, that just didn’t bear thinking about. He was an asshole. Period. A really attractive, sweet asshole. With a great dog, who obviously worshipped him.
“Chad,” the director said sharply.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he muttered, calling up his grand total of two lines for the scene in his head. “Let’s go.”
The scene took blessedly little time to shoot, leaving Chad about two hours before his next scene was to be shot. Maybe he’d grab something to eat in the meantime.
He really missed his baby. Joe was the one who went with him everywhere, logging in almost as many frequent flier miles as his owner. It was killing him to grab extra food and go as far as holding it down by his side before realizing that there was no one there to take it.
The one consolation was that, according to Jared, right now Joe was eating better than all of them. Jeff didn’t believe in commercial dog food, instead choosing to cook for his girl. She got steak more often than not, mixed in a nice stew with vegetables and grains.
Chad envied her a little. Jeff had great hands, had cleaned and bandaged him with such a gentle, competent touch that it had made him wonder. Not that he’d do anything about it. He’d learned his lesson. From here on out, he was just going to go solo. Didn’t keep him from wondering, though.
A sharp bark caught his attention, and he was moving before he saw them, standing at the end of the set by his trailer.
Jeff grinned, raising a hand in a wave as Joe and Bisou danced around his feet. Joe was limping on his bright blue cast, but his tail was wagging, and his eyes were fixed on Chad.
Chad was on his knees, arms around Joe before he could think, hugging him as the dog wiggled and licked his face. “Hey, boy!” he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in Joe’s ruff. “God, I missed you.” It was a long minute before he looked up again, finding Jeff a few steps away, Bisou sitting at his feet, giving Chad a big doggy smile. “Hey, pretty girl. Good to see you again.”
Jeff dropped the leash, and she bounded over, dancing around him happily. “I think she’s glad to see you, too,” Jeff said dryly. “How’s it going?”
Chad slowly climbed to his feet, hand still on Joe’s head. “A hell of a lot better than it was.”
“Yeah. They called me up to New York to do some recording for the movie, so I figured I’d fly into here, and then drive. It seemed silly to be on the East Coast and not let Joe come home.”
Chad blinked, mind trying to wrap around the words. Jeff had flown into Wilmington, and was driving up to New York. Which was at least a ten hour drive. So he could bring Joe to him. He swallowed hard around a suddenly tight throat. “I—thank you, again.”
Jeff shrugged. “Dude, anything’s better than having to come in at La Guardia. Anyhow, got a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Chad felt his lips curl into a smirk. Ah. Finally, he thought. Here comes the catch. “Sure, I’ve got a couple hours til my next scene. Was going to head over to craft services and grab a bite.”
Jeff shifted. “It might not be something you want to discuss in front of crew.”
Oh, this was going to be good. Really, Chad reasoned, he wasn’t going to say no. Unless it was something really impressive. And Morgan didn’t seem the type. “Sure,” he jerked his head at the trailer. “Come on in.”
Jeff took up more room in the trailer than he should, Chad thought. As though his aura, or whatever you wanted to call it, just pushed out around him. It was a little…weird. He wasn’t used to having anyone in there. “Excuse the mess,” he muttered, shoving some stuff off the chair.
Jeff grinned. “You didn’t get to see my study, don’t worry about it.”
Chad sat on the sofa next to Joe, who flopped his big head into Chad’s lap and gave him the soulful eyes. “Yeah, I missed you too,” he murmured.
“So, Jared says you’re coming up next week to start filming the ep,” Jeff said, idly rubbing Bisou’s head.
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it,” Chad said honestly.
“Good. Anyway, I was out the other night with some friends from Grey’s and some of their friends. And one of them was saying that the show that he’s done some guest shots on is looking for a new regular. Someone in their mid-twenties, preferably a name, but not a huge one, who can play a badass without making them too one note.” Jeff shrugged. “I thought of you.”
Chad waited, unsure of where this was going.
“And Jared let it slip that this was going to be the last season of One Tree, and that you might be getting offed early, so I mentioned you to the friend, and next thing I know, the producer is calling me, and asking if I thought you’d be interested in reading. I told him I was coming down, so they sent me a couple of script pages. If you’re interested, you just have to call Ron or David, and they’ll set up an interview while you’re in Vancouver.” Jeff shrugged lightly.
Chad just stared for a moment. “You’re bringing me a job opening?”
Jeff grinned. “Yeah. Crazy, huh? I get the feeling they’d rather fill it quick and quiet, keep it on the down low until they do the big reveal.”
A sudden thought struck Chad, a crazy, insane, stupid thought. “Ron? What show?” he asked, voice gone a little high.
“Moore. Ron Moore. It’s Batt-“
“Oh hell. They want to meet me? Me? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Here,” Jeff murmured, handing over a couple of pages. “There’s the script pages. Not sure which character, though.”
“I’d scrub the fucking toilets, man,” Chad stared at the title across the top of the page. Holy shit. Battlestar Galactica.
Jeff grinned. “Yeah. It’s an awesome show. Good luck, dude.” He stood, wandering over to rub Joe’s head. “Take care of your daddy, okay, boy?”
Chad came to his feet unsteadily. “I just keep getting deeper with you, dude.”
Jeff shrugged his shoulders, that great smile lighting up his face. “Don’t worry about it. Joe was an angel, and hey, this I’m just passing on for a friend of a friend.”
“Seriously. I—Jesus. People just don’t do shit like this for someone who’s done nothing but be an ass to them. What the hell is wrong with you?” Chad asked, suddenly annoyed. People weren’t like this. Not unless— “What do you want?”
“Chad,” Jeff started, keeping his voice low, patient.
“What do you want? You’re a fucking star, dude. You’re doing movies with Hilary Swank. I’m doing movies with Paris Hilton. So what is it? Seriously, I’ll give it to you. Anything you want. I owe you. And I hate that.”
It wasn’t until Bisou growled low in her throat that Chad realized he’d backed Jeff against the wall, voice rising to a near-yell. “Fuck.” His head dropped, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry, I-“ He paused, eyes widening. The sonofabitch was getting off on this! Oh. Okay. So that was what this was about.
He could handle this. “Jesus, is that what this has been about? You could have just said something,” Chad murmured, his hand going to Jeff’s belt. It wasn’t like it was going to be a hardship, for god’s sake. He refused to acknowledge the little twinge of disappointment in the back of his mind. It was about time he realized it. There was no such thing as a free ride, or a nice guy in Hollywood.
He started to let his knees go, but a surprisingly strong grip on the back of his neck stopped him. “No,” Jeff said sharply. “It’s not about that.”
“Huh?” He tried again, fingers fumbling with Jeff’s belt until the older man swatted his hands away.
Jeff shook him lightly, like he was a misbehaving puppy to be scruffed, and Chad finally looked up.
“I’m not denying that you’re attractive,” Jeff growled. “But I don’t play this game, boy.”
Boy. Like he was a wayward teenager with no self control. Asshole. “No? Looks like part of you does,” Chad taunted.
Jeff gave him an entirely unfriendly smile that made him want to back up, to bare his throat. Instead, he returned it, curling his lip.
“I never said my dick wasn’t interested. But I’m too damn old to let it make my decisions.” Jeff bent forward, brushing his lips over Chad’s in a mockery of a kiss. “And it ain’t worth this kind of shit just to get off.”
Chad stumbled back as Jeff scooped up Bisou’s leash and slid his sunglasses back on, walking out of the trailer without a backward glance.
Rating: R for sexual situations, preslash
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them, and I'm pretty sure they're not doing this.
A/N: This is a sequel to My Own Partaking.
Fall in Wilmington was gorgeous, Chad had to admit. The trees were just starting to turn, the air was getting cooler, and he’d give anything to be able to just go out and enjoy it.
“Murray! You want to join us?” Sophia called, eyes narrowed, and lips twisted in an unpleasant way.
“Like it would matter,” Chad muttered. After the debacle with Mackenzie, the producers had decided that he was just a wrecked hotel room away from being the next great burnout, and had cut his role back accordingly. He was due to bite it a few episodes from the end of what would most likely be their final season. But that was still four months of shooting away.
With a growl, he stomped onto the set, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He’d been trying to get a hold of Morgan, to check on Joe. The asshole had continued to be a disgustingly nice guy, agreeing to take in Joe when he’d gotten released on Monday, with Chad not due back to LA before the weekend.
If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was owing someone. And right now, he was so far in debt to one Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he didn’t have any clue how to repay him.
Jared had sworn that Jeff didn’t want anything. But that was bullshit. Everybody wanted something. Jared was the lone exception to the rule. There just couldn’t be two guys like him in the world.
Deep down, Chad was still waiting for Jared to change. He just hadn’t been around long enough to become an asshole. It would happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, even Jared would get jaded.
Jeff…well, that just didn’t bear thinking about. He was an asshole. Period. A really attractive, sweet asshole. With a great dog, who obviously worshipped him.
“Chad,” the director said sharply.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he muttered, calling up his grand total of two lines for the scene in his head. “Let’s go.”
The scene took blessedly little time to shoot, leaving Chad about two hours before his next scene was to be shot. Maybe he’d grab something to eat in the meantime.
He really missed his baby. Joe was the one who went with him everywhere, logging in almost as many frequent flier miles as his owner. It was killing him to grab extra food and go as far as holding it down by his side before realizing that there was no one there to take it.
The one consolation was that, according to Jared, right now Joe was eating better than all of them. Jeff didn’t believe in commercial dog food, instead choosing to cook for his girl. She got steak more often than not, mixed in a nice stew with vegetables and grains.
Chad envied her a little. Jeff had great hands, had cleaned and bandaged him with such a gentle, competent touch that it had made him wonder. Not that he’d do anything about it. He’d learned his lesson. From here on out, he was just going to go solo. Didn’t keep him from wondering, though.
A sharp bark caught his attention, and he was moving before he saw them, standing at the end of the set by his trailer.
Jeff grinned, raising a hand in a wave as Joe and Bisou danced around his feet. Joe was limping on his bright blue cast, but his tail was wagging, and his eyes were fixed on Chad.
Chad was on his knees, arms around Joe before he could think, hugging him as the dog wiggled and licked his face. “Hey, boy!” he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in Joe’s ruff. “God, I missed you.” It was a long minute before he looked up again, finding Jeff a few steps away, Bisou sitting at his feet, giving Chad a big doggy smile. “Hey, pretty girl. Good to see you again.”
Jeff dropped the leash, and she bounded over, dancing around him happily. “I think she’s glad to see you, too,” Jeff said dryly. “How’s it going?”
Chad slowly climbed to his feet, hand still on Joe’s head. “A hell of a lot better than it was.”
“Yeah. They called me up to New York to do some recording for the movie, so I figured I’d fly into here, and then drive. It seemed silly to be on the East Coast and not let Joe come home.”
Chad blinked, mind trying to wrap around the words. Jeff had flown into Wilmington, and was driving up to New York. Which was at least a ten hour drive. So he could bring Joe to him. He swallowed hard around a suddenly tight throat. “I—thank you, again.”
Jeff shrugged. “Dude, anything’s better than having to come in at La Guardia. Anyhow, got a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Chad felt his lips curl into a smirk. Ah. Finally, he thought. Here comes the catch. “Sure, I’ve got a couple hours til my next scene. Was going to head over to craft services and grab a bite.”
Jeff shifted. “It might not be something you want to discuss in front of crew.”
Oh, this was going to be good. Really, Chad reasoned, he wasn’t going to say no. Unless it was something really impressive. And Morgan didn’t seem the type. “Sure,” he jerked his head at the trailer. “Come on in.”
Jeff took up more room in the trailer than he should, Chad thought. As though his aura, or whatever you wanted to call it, just pushed out around him. It was a little…weird. He wasn’t used to having anyone in there. “Excuse the mess,” he muttered, shoving some stuff off the chair.
Jeff grinned. “You didn’t get to see my study, don’t worry about it.”
Chad sat on the sofa next to Joe, who flopped his big head into Chad’s lap and gave him the soulful eyes. “Yeah, I missed you too,” he murmured.
“So, Jared says you’re coming up next week to start filming the ep,” Jeff said, idly rubbing Bisou’s head.
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it,” Chad said honestly.
“Good. Anyway, I was out the other night with some friends from Grey’s and some of their friends. And one of them was saying that the show that he’s done some guest shots on is looking for a new regular. Someone in their mid-twenties, preferably a name, but not a huge one, who can play a badass without making them too one note.” Jeff shrugged. “I thought of you.”
Chad waited, unsure of where this was going.
“And Jared let it slip that this was going to be the last season of One Tree, and that you might be getting offed early, so I mentioned you to the friend, and next thing I know, the producer is calling me, and asking if I thought you’d be interested in reading. I told him I was coming down, so they sent me a couple of script pages. If you’re interested, you just have to call Ron or David, and they’ll set up an interview while you’re in Vancouver.” Jeff shrugged lightly.
Chad just stared for a moment. “You’re bringing me a job opening?”
Jeff grinned. “Yeah. Crazy, huh? I get the feeling they’d rather fill it quick and quiet, keep it on the down low until they do the big reveal.”
A sudden thought struck Chad, a crazy, insane, stupid thought. “Ron? What show?” he asked, voice gone a little high.
“Moore. Ron Moore. It’s Batt-“
“Oh hell. They want to meet me? Me? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Here,” Jeff murmured, handing over a couple of pages. “There’s the script pages. Not sure which character, though.”
“I’d scrub the fucking toilets, man,” Chad stared at the title across the top of the page. Holy shit. Battlestar Galactica.
Jeff grinned. “Yeah. It’s an awesome show. Good luck, dude.” He stood, wandering over to rub Joe’s head. “Take care of your daddy, okay, boy?”
Chad came to his feet unsteadily. “I just keep getting deeper with you, dude.”
Jeff shrugged his shoulders, that great smile lighting up his face. “Don’t worry about it. Joe was an angel, and hey, this I’m just passing on for a friend of a friend.”
“Seriously. I—Jesus. People just don’t do shit like this for someone who’s done nothing but be an ass to them. What the hell is wrong with you?” Chad asked, suddenly annoyed. People weren’t like this. Not unless— “What do you want?”
“Chad,” Jeff started, keeping his voice low, patient.
“What do you want? You’re a fucking star, dude. You’re doing movies with Hilary Swank. I’m doing movies with Paris Hilton. So what is it? Seriously, I’ll give it to you. Anything you want. I owe you. And I hate that.”
It wasn’t until Bisou growled low in her throat that Chad realized he’d backed Jeff against the wall, voice rising to a near-yell. “Fuck.” His head dropped, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry, I-“ He paused, eyes widening. The sonofabitch was getting off on this! Oh. Okay. So that was what this was about.
He could handle this. “Jesus, is that what this has been about? You could have just said something,” Chad murmured, his hand going to Jeff’s belt. It wasn’t like it was going to be a hardship, for god’s sake. He refused to acknowledge the little twinge of disappointment in the back of his mind. It was about time he realized it. There was no such thing as a free ride, or a nice guy in Hollywood.
He started to let his knees go, but a surprisingly strong grip on the back of his neck stopped him. “No,” Jeff said sharply. “It’s not about that.”
“Huh?” He tried again, fingers fumbling with Jeff’s belt until the older man swatted his hands away.
Jeff shook him lightly, like he was a misbehaving puppy to be scruffed, and Chad finally looked up.
“I’m not denying that you’re attractive,” Jeff growled. “But I don’t play this game, boy.”
Boy. Like he was a wayward teenager with no self control. Asshole. “No? Looks like part of you does,” Chad taunted.
Jeff gave him an entirely unfriendly smile that made him want to back up, to bare his throat. Instead, he returned it, curling his lip.
“I never said my dick wasn’t interested. But I’m too damn old to let it make my decisions.” Jeff bent forward, brushing his lips over Chad’s in a mockery of a kiss. “And it ain’t worth this kind of shit just to get off.”
Chad stumbled back as Jeff scooped up Bisou’s leash and slid his sunglasses back on, walking out of the trailer without a backward glance.
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Date: 2006-10-26 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 01:37 pm (UTC)write more soon, plskthx.
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Date: 2006-10-26 04:44 pm (UTC)But I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-26 07:33 pm (UTC)*G*
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Date: 2006-10-26 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 07:43 pm (UTC)(ah, that BEARD! I bet CMM loves it. Erm. *hides*)
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Date: 2006-10-27 01:33 pm (UTC)And I never thought Chad was all that hot until people started pairing him with my SPN boys. I don't know much about him and since I never watched OTH, in my head, he's perpetually that snotty little rich kid from Gilmore Girls. Who Dean (Forrester) almost best up. Hee.
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Date: 2006-10-26 01:47 pm (UTC)*grins*
*happily saves and prints*
Soon you'll have making ICONS, I tell you. *shakes her finger at you*
:D
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Date: 2006-10-26 05:17 pm (UTC)I'm glad I'm corrupting you, too! There should be more Chad love. (in other words, if I'm getting sucked in, everyone should be!) Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-26 07:31 pm (UTC)(feel free to add text, change, not use, ask for changes)
:D
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Date: 2006-10-26 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(truth is, I don't know whether you like color more than b/w, simple or rich style...etc etc)
:D
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:41 pm (UTC)*hugs* (Can JDM bitch slap CMM - please please?)
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Date: 2006-10-26 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 05:40 pm (UTC)*points and laughs*
Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-26 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 05:53 pm (UTC)Awwww, baby, don't be like that. *grin*
*prancity* I made you like Cha-ad!
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 09:15 pm (UTC)He started to let his knees go, but a surprisingly strong grip on the back of his neck stopped him. “No,” Jeff said sharply. “It’s not about that.”
Unh. A man with principles? In Hollywood? Hot.
And Chad on BSG is just a frightening proposition. Please don't let Ron Moore even think about that. Please. Chad's good on OTH, let's just keep him on that type of show. Mmm-kay?
(And now I'm laughing because I have no icons with either of these guys. All my SPN are Jared or Jensen, my one OTH is Sofia and Hilarie. LOL.)
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Date: 2006-10-27 12:42 pm (UTC)I love that I'm corrupting half my friendslist. *laugh* Score!
*cuddle* Don't worry, I'm sure Ron would slit his own wrists, though to be fair, I don't know that Chad would be worse than some of Dualla's early scenes were. *grin*
More coming up soon, actually.
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Date: 2006-10-27 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 12:43 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'll have to make it up to y'all with some nice J2...eventually.
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Date: 2006-10-26 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 12:49 pm (UTC)I like that Jeff seems to be a really good guy, but he's also a snarkly little bastard, too. I have a thing for sarcastic guys who can make me laugh. But he also has been through the ups and downs of Hollywood too much to bullshit.
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Date: 2006-10-27 04:21 am (UTC)*kissface* You write them so perfectly.
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Date: 2006-10-27 12:53 pm (UTC)pornhelp!*grin* Jeff is magnificent. There's just no other word for it.
*kissface back* Thank you, sweetheart!
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Date: 2006-10-27 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 12:51 pm (UTC)I'm glad I could make you smile, though. Thank you!
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 04:48 pm (UTC)This is great and I look forward to more.
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Date: 2007-08-07 03:23 pm (UTC)So been sucked into this no matter how much Chad annoys me! LOL!