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Title: Upon My Liar's Chair
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Thankfully, this didn't happen. I don't know them, I don't know what they do in their spare time, but I doubt it's any of this.
A/N: Much love to my wife for doing the quick once over. Sweet Charity fic, for avid_slacker.
Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.



Between the PT and the OT, Jensen's muscles were pretty much the consistency of wet noodles by the time they left.

His hair hurt, he swore it. Jeff had made him soup, and he was almost too tired to eat it. Almost. But Jeff really was a good cook, so he wasn't quite to the point of turning that down. Besides, he needed something in his mouth with the pain meds.

By the time lunch was over, his shoulders were starting to burn and his back felt like he'd been beaten.

He was so lost in his own little world that he jumped when Jeff touched his shoulder. “What?”

“C'mon, Jenn. You're about to pass out. And your arms are shaking. Time for a rest.” Jeff took the empty bowl away and pointed towards the bedroom. “The therapist left some peppermint oil for sore muscles. You want a me to rub your back and arms?”

Pride warred with exhaustion, and exhaustion won. “Yeah. Please.”

“Okay, Go lay on your back, and I'll start with your chest and shoulders.”

“Kinky,” Jensen muttered. “Trying to get into my pants, Morgan?”

Jeff was quiet for a long second, then laughed. “You lose much more weight, and I won't have to. Those things are barely hanging on your hips as it is.”

“Aw, baby. I'm flattered that you noticed,” Jensen managed, ruthlessly suppressing some of the mental images the thought of Jeff looking at his hips brought to mind. Instead, he quickly wheeled into the bedroom.

He'd gotten pretty good at transferring from chair to bed with the help of the nightstand, if he did say so himself. It was much easier than the reverse. Getting out of the soft bed was never easy.

Jeff came in a moment later, settling himself next to Jensen on the bed. “You did good today.”

Jensen shrugged. “Nothing I didn't already know how to do.”

“I know. But it's good sometimes, to have people.”

“Whatever. Am I getting that rubdown, or are you going to talk me to sleep?” With effort, he kept the edge from his voice, but it wasn't easy.

Jeff shook his head and opened the bottle of oil. “Not gonna work, y'know. This whole bullshit thing you've got going.”

Strong hands slid along his shoulder, coating his skin in the oil, and Jensen wrinkled his nose. “I smell like toothpaste.”

“Deal with it,” Jeff rumbled as he started to rub Jensen's arm.

Jensen abruptly decided that toothpaste was a fine scent. Damn fine, even.

Jeff had awesome hands. Strong, and gentle, with long fingers that pressed into the aching muscles just right. “Shit, you're good at this.”

“I had a girlfriend, after college, when I blew out my knee. She was studying to be a massage therapist, so she taught me a few tricks.” His hand skimmed along Jensen's chest, stroking higher to loosen the tight cords of his neck.

Jensen moaned softly. “If she was here, I'd totally thank her.”

Jeff laughed, the sound rich, thick like he could just wrap himself in it. Good to know the painkillers he'd taken were kicking in, he thought. “Just relax.”

That sounded like excellent advice, Jensen thought, letting the fog of comfort sweep over him.

Jeff kept talking, his deep voice uncoiling something deep in Jensen's stomach that he hadn't known was there.

At some point, Bisou jumped on the bed, resting her head on the pillows next to him. Jensen smiled vaguely at her, resting his hand on her side, letting his fingers slide over the soft fur.

Jeff chuckled softly. “Do you want to roll over so I can get your back?”

It was like a bucket of cold water hitting him in the face. He could roll over, sure, but it wasn't pretty. “Um. No, I think I'm just going to fall asleep,” he said quickly.

“You sure? I could-”

“I'm sure,” Jensen said, voice a little sharp. “Sorry. Yeah. I just...I'm gonna nap. Long morning.”

“Okay, dude.” Jeff shifted off the bed, coming to his feet. “I'm going to hit the store, pick up a couple of things, okay?”

Jensen nodded. “Okay. Bisou and I will take a nap.”

Bisou gave a heavy sigh, laying her head down on the pillow like she had never been allowed to sleep in her life.

“I'm going to kill whoever taught her the word 'nap,'” Jeff muttered, rolling his eyes as Bisou sighed again.

Jensen hid a smile. No way was he telling him that he and Jared had taught her it during the first season. It was a sure way to get Jeff to take a nap, if Bisou would snuggle in with him.

As Jeff left, the smile faded. Fuck. What the hell were they going to do with Supernatural? Every day that went by, people who he called friend were going without work.

All because he was a fucking klutz when it counted. Fuck, he had to talk to Jared, make him see.

“Jen?” Jeff stuck his head back in the door. “You still awake?”

There was something deeply fucked up about jumping out of your skin, and feeling your legs fail to join you. “You're such a fucking two year old. I'm awake, what's up?”

“I meant to ask earlier, but they had some gorgeous ribs on sale at the store, and I was thinking. Would it be cool if I invited Jare and maybe Kim over or something?”

Jensen hid the automatic flinch. He needed to talk to them anyway. Might as well do it in person, when they couldn't ignore the facts of his handicap.

“Yeah. That would be fine. Not tonight, though.”

“I was thinking tomorrow.”

“Good. Yeah. That's okay.” Jensen held still until he heard Jeff's car pull away. Then, he pushed himself up slowly, ignoring Bisou's whine of disapproval. Jesus, his back hurt. It was in a competition with his legs, which were starting to spasm and burn. Fucking therapists. All they ever did was make things worse.

He knew the routine. Now, his legs would jump and ache for hours. By dinner, he would be in agony. Never mind that he could stick a knife in his thigh, and not feel it. Somehow, the pain never seemed to take that into account.

Fuck. Time to get in the hot tub.

As always, the bed to the chair was a challenge. Only the thought of getting outside made it worth while.

Finally, he was in the chair, and headed out into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

A familiar brown bottle met his gaze. Fuck, Jeff had brought up some real Texas beer. Okay. Fuck the water. Couple of beers wouldn't hurt him.

The weather hadn't improved any. It was still gray and drizzly and fucking cold.

He sat the beers down on the concrete before he got out of the chair. No sense in leaving them on the seat where he wouldn't be able to reach.

The transfer was its usual brand of torture, but finally, he was sliding onto the bench of the hot tub and popping open a bottle of Shiner.

Fuck, that was good. There was nothing he missed more in Canada than good old Texas beer.

He downed the first bottle quickly, and leaned back, letting the muscles in his back relax with the warm water. Felt good. The spasms were easing off, he almost felt human.

Jensen wasn't sure when he'd finished the second beer. Just that he reached for it, and it was empty. Oh well. No big deal. He would just rest here, enjoy the cold rain hitting the umbrella that shaded the hot tub.

His head laid back, and he relaxed, arms and eyes heavy. The water was warm, stroking his shoulders and neck, and--

He coughed as some of the water spashed into his mouth, shoving himself up a little. Fucking useless legs. He'd slid forward, almost off the bench.

Ah, that was better. Jensen sighed. He'd just relax for a little while, then get out before Jeff got back.
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Date: 2008-04-24 07:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] katzb101.livejournal.com
*bites lip* Hmmm... *sits on hands and waits for the next bit*

Why do I have this feeling...? *g*

Date: 2008-04-24 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kattahj.livejournal.com
Why do I have this feeling...? *g*

Because your mother, like mine, always made really good sure you didn't fall asleep in the bath? ;-)

[livejournal.com profile] beanside, this is a very nice chapter, and I'm eagerly awaiting the next one.

Date: 2008-04-24 07:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] katzb101.livejournal.com
*grin* well there's that. And the fact that I've been reading Beanside's fic for a good few years. *smiles*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-25 02:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] jellicle.livejournal.com
Because your mother, like mine, always made really good sure you didn't fall asleep in the bath? ;-)

...specially if you drink two beers right after taking painkillers.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Because you've known me way too long?

Thank you, sweetie!

Date: 2008-04-24 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
Ahhh! beer and hot tubs don't mix. Shit shit shit! ***life guard training kicks in***

Date: 2008-04-24 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hederahelix.livejournal.com
I was going to say: alcohol + hot tub=technically a bad idea that many a person has gleefully ignored without peril. (Not that I'm advocating this behavior, mind you. I'm just saying. Plenty of people have done it so long as they didn't overdo it, and given Jensen's weight--even if lower than usual here, I wouldn't think two beers plus hot tub on its own would be enough to be seriously worried about.)

hot tub + alcohol + painkillers= really fucking bad idea.

Date: 2008-04-24 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
well the problem isn't always the booze making you pass out, alcohol dehydrates you and so do hot tubes so it can cause other problems aside from just passing out and drowning.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
And worse, beer, hot tub and narcotics!

*grin* Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] apieceofcake.livejournal.com
Oh noes..sleepy and water isn't good! Looking forward to the next part.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deathangelgw.livejournal.com
why do I have a bad feeling...I'll tell you why I'm having a bad feeling...alcohol+meds+hot tub= BAD NEWS!!!! Ack, get home soon, Jeff!!!

Date: 2008-04-25 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Hee! Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] phantomas.livejournal.com
..I have fallen asleep in the tub, a few times...but those tubs were never big enough to be dangerous! Still, it's very sneaky, you think you're relaxing and all of a sudden you're deep asleep!

Something tells me next part is going to be interesting...*G*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
"interesting" That's a good word for it!

*laugh* Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ysbail.livejournal.com
All I can say is that Jeff better bloody get back soon ... *bites nails*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
We shall see... *grin* Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunset-dark.livejournal.com
Ah that is so not good... no beer and meds and hot tubs!!! JEFF!!! Get your ass back and get him out of there before you have to resuscitate him! Jeff is doing so well, but Jensen is still hiding so much... oh just thought Bisou! Is she going to save the day? hmmm well... I am on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thank you! You'll just have to wait and see!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterglam13.livejournal.com
First, that's just a cruel place to leave off. And second... Jeff's going to kill him when he finds him. Can't wait!

Date: 2008-04-25 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
that's just a cruel place to leave off Have you met me? *grin* Princess cliffhanger, that's me! (and really, you should have met me back in the Metallicafic days. Then, I was just EVIL.)

Thank you! More soon, hopefully!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snowphilosophy.livejournal.com
Bisou gave a heavy sigh, laying her head down on the pillow like she had never been allowed to sleep in her life.
Aww! Cute!

I hope Jeff hurries back.

Looking forward to more.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Heee! Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] embroiderama
Beer and hot tubs and PAIN PILLS! *worries*

The massage though was gorgeous.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*grin* Thank you! Am glad you liked!

Date: 2008-04-24 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] topaz119.livejournal.com
I'm assuming you won't kill a main character before there is sex (at least not in CWRPF--SPN is its own weird beast) but oy, this is so not good. I especially loved (where loved==winced and wanted to feed Jensen my OWN soup) Jensen blaming himself for production being shut down.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Well, yes. Because it's all Jensen's fault.

*grin* Thank you!

(and you're right, I probably wouldn't kill off a main character. but I will fuck their shit up.

Date: 2008-04-24 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lomer.livejournal.com
Jen you fucking idiot, you don't take BEER with pain meds. *smacks him*

Once again I love Jeff for being such an awesome friend and wonderful caretaker. And I want a Jeff of my own, after hearing about that massage! I'm guessing he'd be a very useful person to have around after dance classes and crazy shows.

And Bisou continues to be a wonderful, quiet source of support. I love that dog. *g*

I think you may have a baby typo in the second to last paragraph.

almost of the bench.

Did you mean "off"? I thought I'd point it out only because I'm constantly missing stuff like that in my own papers. Feel free to tell me to shove off though.

Date: 2008-04-24 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykatiewench.livejournal.com
Icon high five!

Date: 2008-04-25 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*headdesk* Yup. That's a typo. Thank you!

I want my own Jeff too. *nod* And my own Bisou.

I'm glad you liked!

Date: 2008-04-25 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lomer.livejournal.com
I want my own Jeff too. *nod* And my own Bisou.

I kinda figured they were a matching pair. Like Barbie and her glitter dress. You can seperate them, but then they both get cranky.

Actually between you and [livejournal.com profile] nilchance, I'm getting these fiction-induced desires to buy a puppy. I can't have a kitten because I'm allergic. I have no TIME for a puppy, and I've never owned any pet more difficult then a fish. Yet you guys kept describing these wonderful pets and it makes my internal clock scream "PUPPY! ... no baby, even I'm not crazy enough to want a baby now, but PUPPY!"

Date: 2008-04-24 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eloise-bright.livejournal.com
I'll just sit here and wave my flaily hands at my computer screen in a desperate attempt to get your Jeff to hurry up and stop Jensen from drowning, then, shall I?

More please. *grins*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*snerk* You always make me smile, darlin. *grin*

Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykatiewench.livejournal.com
Oooh....Jeff is not gonna be happy when he gets back!! But that's okay, cause maybe then, they'll have a 'moment.' Oh yeah.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
A moment...well, depends on what kind of moment you're thinking about.

*grin*

Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-24 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hederahelix.livejournal.com
Now, now. You see what you just did, didn't you? You went and showed me what Jensen and James have in common.

I cannot believe I just compared Jensen to James Hetfield, but we're going to ignore that for now.

Of course, Jensen has that quintessentially American working class masculinity wherein he takes the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Therefore it is entirely his fault that production shut down.

And you know I am a sucker for that trope.

In addition, I love that Jared and Jensen taught Bisou the word nap. That is all kinds of wonderful.

Less wonderful is Jensen's inability to remember that painkillers plus beer plus hot tub equals all kinds of badness.

I do hope that you won't keep us conjecturing for too long.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*giggle* Woot! Go me!

*grin* Thank you!

Of course they taught her the word "nap." You just know that would be the only think that would make Jeff slow down.

I'm hoping to get more up soon.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] atypia.livejournal.com
Well, at least he doesn't have long hair to get caught in the hot-tub jets.

*is nervous*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Thanks! *grin*

Date: 2008-04-25 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] avid-slacker.livejournal.com
Yay! for massages, too bad Jen made it end so soon. It was good to see Jen returns Jeff's feelings.

Bisou does doggie yawn when she hears nap, and the boys taught her to get Jeff to sleep. That is so fantastic.

I hope Jeff gets back in time to save the day.

Date: 2008-04-25 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*grin* Well, if you want Jeff to do something, Bisou is always a good co-conspirator.

I'm glad you like!

Date: 2008-04-25 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paintmydays.livejournal.com
Mm. Now I'm afraid.

Awesome update *g*

Date: 2008-04-25 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-25 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xenasoul.livejournal.com
hm...I have a strange feeling about this....

Date: 2008-04-25 12:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*grin* Awww...would I do anything mean to them?

Thank you!

Date: 2008-04-25 02:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] jellicle.livejournal.com
You! Yeah, you!

I don't even know what to say :( More please *begs*

And Jensen, didn't want Jeff to see the state his back was in.

Date: 2008-04-25 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 1more-sickpuppy.livejournal.com
waaah! *grips chair*

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