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.
Jensen focused on Jeff in front of him. He had a vague memory of Jeff shoving spoonfuls of coffee in his mouth, black judging from the aftertaste. And Jeff looked pissed.
John Winchester had nothing on Jeff himself, mostly because Jeff was hardly ever angry.
“Hey. S'up?” He glanced down, noting the comforter that was puddling around his waist. His bare waist. “The hell am I naked on my couch for?”
“That,” Jeff bit off. “Is really not the question you need to ask.”
“Oookay. What do I need to ask.”
“You should ask,” Jeff said softly, “what kind of an idiot would take narcotic painkillers and then drink alcohol. In a hot tub.”
Shit.
“Uh--”
“Are you fucking insane?” Jeff yelled. “Do you know what could have happened?”
“But it didn't,” Jensen said gently, trying to placate the extremely pissed off man looming over him.
“Yes it damn well did! You nearly drowned yourself, you stupid motherfucker! Bisou pulled your head out of the water and held it there until I got there.” Jeff touched the back of his neck.
Pain startled him, and he reached up, feeling the four little puncture marks. Fuck. Okay. He'd screwed up.
“Um.”
“Yeah. Um. I know you're smarter than that, Jensen. I know it. You know it. So what the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn't, okay? I saw that you'd brought beer, and I grabbed a couple. I'm not used to having to think about this shit.”
“Not good enough. You had plenty of beer in the fridge. Don't you get it?” Jeff shook him by the shoulders hard enough to make his teeth clack. “You could have died! Were you trying to kill yourself?”
Jensen stared for a long moment, anger welling in his stomach. “No. I wasn't,” he finally bit off. “Now back the fuck off, Jeff.”
“Or what?” Jeff loomed over him, face tight.
“Y'know what? Get out of my fucking house. I've had it with your self righteous bullshit. I'm not a goddamn two year old.”
“No.” Jeff's voice was calm. Deliberate. It threw Jensen.
“What? It's my house,” Jensen said sharply.
“Yeah. And you obviously need a keeper, so no. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fine. Then you can explain the alcohol and pills in your system to-”
“What, you gonna call the cops? Tell them I'm on my way to becoming another statistic? Hi, meet the next Heath Leger?”
“No. I wouldn't do that to you,” Jeff said, eyes shuttered.
Jensen felt a stab of remorse. Something told him he'd just said one of those things he couldn't take back. “Jeff-”
“But I will call Jared. And Steve. Maybe Christian. And you can explain to them why you were trying to kill yourself.”
Oh god. Jensen could already imagine Jared's face if Jeff told him about this. Fuck.
Jeff nodded. “Good. I see we understand each other.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “By the way, we're having some of the crew over tomorrow with Jared. They all want to say hello. You'll deal with it.”
Jensen's face felt hot. He wasn't sure whether it was anger or shame. “I-”
“I'm going to make dinner now,” Jeff said carefully, voice flat and neutral in a way that Jensen had never heard.
“Jeff, I-” Jensen broke off, not sure what the hell he wanted to say.
Jeff turned back, face neutral. “Yes?”
“Nothing,” Jensen said. “I'm going to go get dressed.”
“Fine. You should know, I put a pill case on your nightstand. It has your daily allotted amount of narcotics. I've hidden the rest.”
Any thoughts he'd had of apologizing flew out the window. “The fuck you did. Give me my pills, Jeff.”
“No. I can't trust that you're not suicidal, or that you won't 'forget' how many you've taken.” Jeff made finger quotes.
“You can't just-”
“I could ask Jared to help you with it.”
“Fuck you. You're not going to blackmail me with this-”
Jeff smiled, and Jensen shuddered. “Actually, I am. And you're going to sit there, shut up, and deal with it.”
Jensen didn't bother replying, just flung the coffee mug at Jeff's head.
Jeff, the fucker, caught it midair, and turned to the kitchen. “Thank you. I'll wash that.”
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.
Jensen focused on Jeff in front of him. He had a vague memory of Jeff shoving spoonfuls of coffee in his mouth, black judging from the aftertaste. And Jeff looked pissed.
John Winchester had nothing on Jeff himself, mostly because Jeff was hardly ever angry.
“Hey. S'up?” He glanced down, noting the comforter that was puddling around his waist. His bare waist. “The hell am I naked on my couch for?”
“That,” Jeff bit off. “Is really not the question you need to ask.”
“Oookay. What do I need to ask.”
“You should ask,” Jeff said softly, “what kind of an idiot would take narcotic painkillers and then drink alcohol. In a hot tub.”
Shit.
“Uh--”
“Are you fucking insane?” Jeff yelled. “Do you know what could have happened?”
“But it didn't,” Jensen said gently, trying to placate the extremely pissed off man looming over him.
“Yes it damn well did! You nearly drowned yourself, you stupid motherfucker! Bisou pulled your head out of the water and held it there until I got there.” Jeff touched the back of his neck.
Pain startled him, and he reached up, feeling the four little puncture marks. Fuck. Okay. He'd screwed up.
“Um.”
“Yeah. Um. I know you're smarter than that, Jensen. I know it. You know it. So what the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn't, okay? I saw that you'd brought beer, and I grabbed a couple. I'm not used to having to think about this shit.”
“Not good enough. You had plenty of beer in the fridge. Don't you get it?” Jeff shook him by the shoulders hard enough to make his teeth clack. “You could have died! Were you trying to kill yourself?”
Jensen stared for a long moment, anger welling in his stomach. “No. I wasn't,” he finally bit off. “Now back the fuck off, Jeff.”
“Or what?” Jeff loomed over him, face tight.
“Y'know what? Get out of my fucking house. I've had it with your self righteous bullshit. I'm not a goddamn two year old.”
“No.” Jeff's voice was calm. Deliberate. It threw Jensen.
“What? It's my house,” Jensen said sharply.
“Yeah. And you obviously need a keeper, so no. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fine. Then you can explain the alcohol and pills in your system to-”
“What, you gonna call the cops? Tell them I'm on my way to becoming another statistic? Hi, meet the next Heath Leger?”
“No. I wouldn't do that to you,” Jeff said, eyes shuttered.
Jensen felt a stab of remorse. Something told him he'd just said one of those things he couldn't take back. “Jeff-”
“But I will call Jared. And Steve. Maybe Christian. And you can explain to them why you were trying to kill yourself.”
Oh god. Jensen could already imagine Jared's face if Jeff told him about this. Fuck.
Jeff nodded. “Good. I see we understand each other.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “By the way, we're having some of the crew over tomorrow with Jared. They all want to say hello. You'll deal with it.”
Jensen's face felt hot. He wasn't sure whether it was anger or shame. “I-”
“I'm going to make dinner now,” Jeff said carefully, voice flat and neutral in a way that Jensen had never heard.
“Jeff, I-” Jensen broke off, not sure what the hell he wanted to say.
Jeff turned back, face neutral. “Yes?”
“Nothing,” Jensen said. “I'm going to go get dressed.”
“Fine. You should know, I put a pill case on your nightstand. It has your daily allotted amount of narcotics. I've hidden the rest.”
Any thoughts he'd had of apologizing flew out the window. “The fuck you did. Give me my pills, Jeff.”
“No. I can't trust that you're not suicidal, or that you won't 'forget' how many you've taken.” Jeff made finger quotes.
“You can't just-”
“I could ask Jared to help you with it.”
“Fuck you. You're not going to blackmail me with this-”
Jeff smiled, and Jensen shuddered. “Actually, I am. And you're going to sit there, shut up, and deal with it.”
Jensen didn't bother replying, just flung the coffee mug at Jeff's head.
Jeff, the fucker, caught it midair, and turned to the kitchen. “Thank you. I'll wash that.”
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:01 pm (UTC)Which brings me to Jeff. Ah, Jeff. Jeff. Jeff is so pretty when he's angry. I know I'm supposed to have, oh, I don't know, a nice grown up reaction to this. Say something smart about the dynamics at work, or how insightful it is, but really?
I'm distracted by the coldly pissed off Jeff who plucks a tossed coffe mug from the air.
squeee
In other news, if you're going to write how Jeff responds to this when Jensen doesn't see him--who it is that Jeff goes to for support when the emotional fall out of who Jeff almost lost hits him? Then I'll be a very happy puppy. If not, I have faith, you'll take us somewhere else equally good.
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Date: 2008-04-29 01:44 pm (UTC)Sorry, where was I?
Actually, I think Jeff is going to end up leaning on an unlikely source, but yeah. There'll be fall out.
I promise. *grin*
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:05 pm (UTC)jeff is totally rockin!
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:28 pm (UTC)Heeee!!! Jeff = good at catching things, see: basketball scholarship *__*
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:44 pm (UTC)Man, when they get around to the make-up sex....
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:56 pm (UTC)And entertaining guests is going to be yet another trial to overcome - I can hardly wait.
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Date: 2008-04-28 05:11 pm (UTC)"I'm distracted by the coldly pissed off Jeff who plucks a tossed coffe mug from the air."
*raises hand* ME TOO. SO VERY MUCH.
*coughs*bunk, there*coughs*
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Date: 2008-04-28 05:26 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:18 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked.
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Date: 2008-04-28 06:56 pm (UTC)*hugs*
-C-
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Date: 2008-04-28 09:27 pm (UTC)Jensen didn't bother replying, just flung the coffee mug at Jeff's head.
Jeff, the fucker, caught it midair, and turned to the kitchen. “Thank you. I'll wash that.”
*quivers with the sexiness of it all*
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Date: 2008-04-28 11:00 pm (UTC)I love these characters, and I love the setup, and I love your writing. The drama is building, and Jeff's sexy as hell, and he obviously cares about Jensen. I'm really enjoying this series.
That said, I'm a bit leary about the interaction between Jen and Jeff in this chapter. I have no idea where you're going (but I'm looking forward to finding out), but in this chapter it feels as if Jeff is taking power away from Jen. Which makes sense, because Jensen hasn't been using his autonomy very constructively, has he? I just think that, if I was in Jensen's chair, I would already be feeling really disempowered and marginalized and helpless. Having someone I had thought I could trust invade my home, refuse to leave, hide my medications and invite other people over for a meal, and then WALK away when I tried to fight with him about it, when I can't walk after him...I think I would feel even more helpless, which might not be the best thing. Maybe you've already thought all this through, and are just gearing up for more angsty conflict, which...Yay! I just don't want Jeff to be a bully. Even if I totally understand that it's coming from a place of worry and affection.
Anyways, I hope it's okay that this was more feedback-y than just pure love - I have the love too, believe me!
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Date: 2008-04-29 01:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-29 12:03 am (UTC)Having the crew over and making Jen see them when he hasn't come to terms in his own time...and make feel like he's being wheeled out on show seems a bit cruel. I can see that sort of forced group meeting of not only friends, but fellow workers can only cause a set back.
I am so glad Jeff is there and what he is doing, but Jen has a right to pissed off on what life has dealt him and needs time to come to terms, not being forced into feelings what others think he should be feeling.
Loving this!
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Date: 2008-04-29 01:41 pm (UTC)*nod*
I do realize that I'm not making Jeff fully sympathetic, and yeah. I meant it that way. Hopefully, the next few chapters will lay some of your worries to rest. *nod* THank you!
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Date: 2008-04-29 12:19 am (UTC)I love that Jeff caught the coffee cup. That's exactly the kind of scene that NEEDS to be filmed. *g*
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:22 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:12 am (UTC)We do know that he's struggling with these new circumstances and I think it's possible that Jen could've subconsciously realized the risks he was taking and simply allowed events to unfold. He wouldn't need to be actively suicidal, just less than diligent. I definitely understand why Jeff assumed as much and totally sympathize with his reaction.
Having said that, I also agree with
It'll be interesting to see how the two men come to terms, or if they even can.
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Date: 2008-04-29 03:08 am (UTC)Can´t blame him though.*g*
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-29 07:50 am (UTC)Sorry that sounds terrible but if you pluck all control from a person who has very little over anything else your not going to get that far with that person in terms of therapy.
Jeff assumed Jensen was trying to kill himself. Was he? Did Jeff properly ask him and really listen? Seems he's just making and assumption. It seems he's a bit like a superhero coming in and taking over. Thats not really how you work in a situation like that. Jensen will just become more and more frustrated and powerless if it carries on. He can;t walk, can't figure out his career and is still in a lot of pain. What control does he actually have at the moment? Now Jeff is threatening telling his friends he is suicidal and od his pills.
To me Jeff needs to wake up and stop trying to take control and just share it.
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Date: 2008-04-29 08:05 am (UTC)I can completely see why it would seem like Jeff needs to relax. He did overreact to the situation. Jensen wasn't purposefully trying to hurt himself, he just didn't pay attention to the fact that he's gotta be careful. But I think it's also kinda easy to see why Jeff freaked out. I mean, one of the things the story seems to be working towards (or at least I hope so!) is these two boys having feelings for each other. And I just can't imagine how scared Jeff must've been to come home and think that Jensen is dead or dying. From my point of view, the overreaction on Jeff's part comes from fear, not real anger. He just had to wake Jensen up from a small OD and I'm pretty sure that if I was in that situation, I'd be flipped out as well.
Of course, I could be wrong!! Either way, I'm loving this story and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by answering this. I just found it interesting to see that other side and wanted to chat!
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Date: 2008-04-29 07:56 am (UTC)And that last bit. Tee hee!! Catching the mug! What a way to deal with a tantrum (I understand why Jensen's having them, but I like how Jeff deals).
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Date: 2008-04-29 08:09 am (UTC)I'm just sayin'!
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