RPS Fic: Good Things Come in Threes (1/1) PG-13

[saone]

Title: Good Things Come in Threes (1/1)
Author: saone77
Summary: Jeff's in Puerto Rico filming The Losers and he can't quite seem to shut up about one of his new co-stars, but Jensen doesn't think he's cheating or anything. At least not until Misha gets involved. Cue Jensen jetting down to the Caribbean to kick some Bostonian ass, but is everything really what it seems?
Pairing: Jensen/Jeff/Chris Evans
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 4677
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: Written for a prompt at the JDM/Jensen Comment Fic Meme - Jensen visits Jeff on the set of The Losers, only to find that Jeff's got himself a new admirer in the shape of Chris Evans. Jeff seems oblivious to the younger man's crush but Jensen can see it all too well...






Sometime early August 2009...


It's not until Jared asks, with his serious face in place, if he's gotten bad news that Jensen realizes he's holding his phone so tightly his knuckles have gone white. Jensen has to consciously tell his fingers to loosen their death grip before he can pry the phone out of them. He shakes out and stretches his hand, wincing at the multiple cracks he hears from his joints.

"No, nothing bad." He clears his throat and tries for smile, though judging from how Jared's look morphs from just 'serious' to one of Sam's 'concerned' faces, he didn't do such a great job of it.

"Dude, is it your family? Jason? Did Kane finally get arrested?"

"What? No. And keep your voice down." It's too late. While the various crew members who are milling around setting up the shot don't seem to be paying their conversation any more attention than normal, a certain angel's interest has been obviously piqued.

Misha nonchalantly sidles over to them. "Everything okay?" he asks. His bland tone can't quite mask the curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"Everything's fine. Nothing's wrong. I just got a text from Jeff."

"Did he break up with you?!" Jared's huge hands curl into equally huge fists. "I'll kick his old, grizzled ass!"

Okay, that did manage to get a few other heads to turn towards them.

"Christ." Jensen takes Jared's arm. After a second's hesitation he grabs Misha too. "Taking five, Bob." By the time Singer's waved his approval Jensen has already dragged his two captives off the set and to a relatively quiet corner of the soundstage. He hauls Jared and Misha around until they're both facing him, then he puts his hands on his hips.

"First of all," Jensen says, "Jeff's ass is not grizzled. Secondly, he did not break up with me. And third, what have I said about inside voices, Jared?"

Misha cocks his head to the side. "Something's happened to piss you off though."

"Seems like his normal self to me," Jared grumbles under his breath.

Jensen shakes his head. "It's noth-"

"It's not nothing," Misha says. "It may not be a big thing, but it's enough of a thing to have you acting erratically. When it comes to relationship advice I'd normally tell you to talk to Vicki, but she's not here and I am." He uses the back of his hand to slap Jared's stomach. "We are."

Jensen eyes his friends. Usually he doesn't like sharing personal issues with anybody, but in this case, when the logical part of his mind knows he's overreacting, it might be nice to have these two knuckleheads knock some sense into him. "Fine," he says. "It's just... Jeff's been texting me pretty regularly since he got to Puerto Rico, and, more often than not, his texts are..."

"Dirty?" Jared asks hopefully.

"About someone else." Jensen cringes at the looks he's given. "Not like that. He's not in love with him. Probably. It's just, almost all his texts have included something about 'Chris this', or 'Chris that,' or some variation on 'Chris is so amazing'. It's starting to get to me, that's all."

Misha and Jared share a look that Jensen decides he doesn't want to try and decipher. "And which Chris is this?" Misha asks.

"Chris Evans."

"Oh, dude, he's hot." Jared blanches. "Sorry. God, so sorry."

"Thank you, Jared. I'm aware of what he looks like."

"Hmm." Misha taps a finger on the end of his chin. "That's very true."

It's Jared and Jensen's turn to share a look. "What's true?" Jensen asks. "Look, I just need you guys to tell me I'm being ridiculous and paranoid so I can get over it."

"You're maybe not being ridiculous or paranoid," Misha says.

Jensen blinks. "There were a couple extra words in there."

"I'm just saying." Misha shrugs. "There are a few things that are bothering me."

"Such as?"

"Well, the fact that Chris Evans is kind of a younger, more built version of you."

Jared's eyes widen and he glances at his watch. "Oh look, I have to be not here, right the fuck now." He claps a hand on Jensen's shoulder. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Call me if you need help hiding a body. Evans' or Misha's. Whichever. I'm good."

Jensen watches Jared rabbit towards the set before he turns back to Misha. He's pretty sure he's wearing his surliest Dean expression. Misha takes a step backwards and holds up his hands.

"I'm just saying," he repeats. "I'm not a connoisseur of his movies, but from what I've seen Chris does bare a certain... somewhat... superficial... Would it help if I said you were prettier?"

Jensen's vanity and pride have a short and vicious battle. "Yes."

"You're much prettier."

Jensen relaxes.

"But..."

Jensen tenses.

"Isn't he about the same age you were when you and Jeff started dating?"

There's really only one response to that, and as much as it might make Jensen feel better in the short term, it's not punching Misha in the face. "Son of a bitch."

_____________


The best part about throwing a diva fit when you're known as being nothing but steadfast and reliable is that it usually garners pretty fast results. Within an hour of Jensen letting Bob know he needs a few days off, Eric is on the phone alternately pleading, cajoling, and yelling at him to please not ruin the start of his last season.

"I'm not in every scene. Work around it."

"This is not acceptable, I-"

"No, you know what's not acceptable, Eric? Being submerged in freezing, stinky water, being covered in disgusting, stinky fake blood, having to dig through actual pig intestines for your amusement, and being literally buried alive in a wooden box under a ton of crushed up chocolate cookies. Do you know how long I was digging Oreos out of my ears, Eric? Do you?! And let me just say this, if you think I'm being an unreasonable jackass now, you ain't seen nothing yet. I was on a fucking soap; I found my inner bitch at the hands of masters."

"So, just the three days then, or do you need a whole week?"

"Three days should be enough. Thanks so much."

_____________


When Jensen lands in San Juan the next day for the start of his extra long weekend he's feeling tired, and gritty, and still a little pissed off. All of that flies out of the window though when he sees Jeff waiting for him in the airport.

The older man's wearing sunglasses and some kind of ridiculous looking Panama hat, and he's holding a sign for a Mr. Brady. Jensen feels his heart grow at least a size and a half. Jensen's having trouble wiping the stupid grin off his face, but that's okay because Jeff seems to be having the same problem.

"Mr. Brady, huh?" Jensen doesn't hug Jeff - too many people, too many cameraphones - but he does grasp his shoulder, letting his hand linger for a moment as his thumb strokes over the skin by the collar of Jeff's tee shirt.

"I thought Winchester would have been a little too obvious, so I decided to go old school." He gives Jensen a once over. "Looking good, kid." He lowers his voice to a decadent rumble. "Good enough to make me want to blow off this whole filming thing and take you straight to my hotel."

Jensen blushes. It had been close to a month since they'd last seen each other, before commitments took them to different countries, and while the thought of spending the rest of the day in Jeff's bed was indeed a pleasant one, it simply wasn't feasible. "Hey, I didn't travel across an entire continent just to be shuttered away somewhere. I'm expecting a glimpse into the full movie star treatment here."

"Right, 'cause you're such a diva. I forgot." Jeff eyes the duffel hanging off Jensen's shoulder. "Any other bags, Mariah?"

Jensen shakes his head, but not before internally wincing at the diva comment. He really should send Eric something nice, like maybe a fruit basket, or a plush cthulhu, or something.

Jeff leads him through the airport and to a waiting car. He introduces the driver, and they're off, speeding through the streets.

There's not a cloud in the sky and the bright Caribbean sun is already playing havoc with Jensen's eyes, even within the cool confines of the car. He reaches under his sunglasses to wipe at the moisture steadily leaking from his tear ducts. From the other side of the back seat he hears Jeff snort. "I'm glad my discomfort amuses you so much."

Jeff smiles. "Yeah, I'm getting a kick outta it. No, I was just thinking, you and Chris, man."

Jensen tries to keep a neutral expression on his face. "Me and Chris?"

"He has trouble with the sun down here too. And don't get him started on the heat. Seriously, don't. He'll gripe for hours." He reaches over and pokes at the lily white leg skin exposed by Jensen's shorts. "You guys are couple of pale, pretty princesses, aren't you?"

Jensen knows Jeff is just teasing, but that doesn't stop him from saying, rather testily, "I don't gripe, and if I did, it definitely wouldn't be about the heat, or have you forgotten that I'm the one from Texas not New England."

"Uh..." Jeff's eyes have gone wide. The hand that had just poked at Jensen settles over his kneecap, warm and reassuring. "You okay?" The baby he would usually tack onto the end of such a statement goes unsaid, but it's clearly implied by the way Jeff's pinkie slides under the hem of Jensen's shorts and strokes gently along his inner thigh.

Jensen takes a deep breath. The last thing he needs to do is let Jeff know how twisted up he really is. At least not until he's scoped things out. "I'm fine," he says, trying for a smile. "It was a long flight."

Jeff frowns, concerned. "Why don't I drop you off at the hotel, then-"

"No!" Jensen lays his hand over Jeff's. "I'd rather stay with you. If I need to take a nap or something I can do it in your trailer. If that's okay?"

"Dude, of course!" Jeff's smiling again. He glances at the driver, then moves closer to Jensen, and in a voice that's barely above a whisper says, "I like the thought of getting your scent on both of my beds."

The heat rising in Jensen's face has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature outside.

______________


Jensen's not a violent person by nature - what happens during nights out with Kane, or when protecting Jared totally don't count - so when his head is suddenly filled with images of grabbing Chris by his ridiculous hair and slamming his stupid face into the nearest hard surface, Jensen is a little taken aback.

He's standing behind Sylvain, but instead of paying attention to how the director is weaving his craft, Jensen's eyes are fixed on the two men on the far left of the shot. One is his boyfriend, the other is looking to get his face rearranged.

Chris says something, and Jeff does that laugh where he throws his head back and kind of brays a bit. Jensen's fingernails dig into his palm.

Jeff says something back, and Chris slaps him on his shoulder, letting his hand linger a few extra seconds before pulling it back. Jensen's molars grind together.

Chris leans in towards Jeff and says something that has the older man smiling, and shaking his head, and blushing. Blushing! Jensen closes his eyes and recites Dean's favorite exorcism. In Latin. Twice.

He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again just as the scene is about to begin.

Sylvian calls action, and the five main actors, dressed in various shades of drab green and camouflage, run across a field, yelling at the sky. The whole thing takes less than a minute before Sylvian's calling cut and telling them to get back in position. The next hour is more of the same, a bunch of hurry up and wait, punctuated by Chris making googly eyes at Jeff.

Jensen does not have the best of times.

While the cameras are being moved to catch yet another angle, Jeff, accompanied by a few of his fellow faux soldiers, walks over to him. Introductions are made. Jensen smiles and shakes Columbus' and Oscar's hands. He also somehow resists fanboying the hell out of Idris, even though Jeff teasingly makes mention of how many times he's found the younger man watching The Wire.

Then it's the homewrecker's turn. "And this is Chris," Jeff says, grinning. He reaches over, grabs the blond man by the scruff of his neck and tugs him closer. "My other Jensen. I think you guys are really gonna get along; you've got so much in common."

Other Jensen, his ass.

The original flavor can't help but notice the way Chris relaxes into Jeff's hold. He bares his teeth in what he hopes will at least pass for a smile. "Oh, I don't know about that."

"Well, we've worked with a few of the same people," Chris says with a completely fake bashfulness. "You were in Dark Angel with Jessica, right? She mentioned you once. Said you were a really stand up guy."

Jensen's smile becomes a little more forced. "That's surprising, that she'd bring me up like that."

"Oh, well, I asked." Chris' eyes get wide. "About, you know, all her previous co-stars, not just you. So..." he trails off, awkwardly.

Jensen tries not to take too much pleasure in Chris' utterly delicious social discomfort. That would be petty.

The silence goes from embarrassing to just plain uncomfortable until Jeff says, "I've got a great idea! Let's all go out tonight, get to know each other, compare war stories. We'll go to that club, down by the place." He's grinning and nodding, and Chris is following right along.

If Jensen wasn't so stunned he'd be really fucking pissed. "Tonight?" he asks, his voice a full octave higher than it should be. They hadn't seen each other in a month and Jeff wants to spend the night of their reunion in a club?

Idris clears his throat. "Uh, you sure that's such a good idea?" His eyes bug out as he slightly inclines his head towards Jensen.

Stringer Bell ain't subtle.

"Yeah, it'll be awesome!" Jeff says.

"Awesome!" Chris parrots.

"It's gonna be something," Columbus mutters to Oscar who simply raises his eyebrows and nods.

"Jen," Jeff purses his mouth and cocks his head to one side, "you'll have a good time, I promise."

No man hurtling towards his half century mark should be able to look that adorable. Jensen sighs. "Awesome."

_____________


Jensen would never admit it, but the outing is kind of awesome. The place they go to is small and private with a special section already roped off for the movie's cast and crew. Zoe meets them there, and Jensen barely has a moment to breathe before he's being pulled into a surprisingly strong hug.

"Oh, my God!" she says. "I have heard so much about you. Like, seriously, get him started on any topic pertaining to you, and Jeff will babble. It's too fucking cute. Who wants shots!"

Jensen might be a little bit in love.

Zoe gets the first round, and Jensen gets the second. By the time Idris and Oscar have had their turns, Jensen's feeling quite mellow. He even finds himself laughing at Chris' stories and jokes, which seems to encourage the younger man to tell even more, each one more ribald than the last. The thing of it is, and Jensen is man enough - or drunk enough - to admit it to himself, Chris isn't such a bad guy. He's smart, and witty, and funny in a wonderfully self-deprecating way. He reminds Jensen of Jared, and that makes him automatically warm to the guy, despite any lingering feelings of animosity.

Jensen's become so charmed that he's almost forgotten why he flew down to Puerto Rico in the first place until, after one of Chris' punchlines that hits a little close to home, he glances over to Jeff expecting to exchange a conspiratorial wink. Jeff isn't focused on him, though. He's looking at Chris, and the look he's giving him is one of complete fondness. It's a look he used to reserve only for one person. The liquor in Jensen's stomach sours, and he feels himself pale.

That gets Jeff's attention. "You okay?" He tries to put a hand on Jensen's shoulder, but Jensen shrugs away from it.

"Fine," he says softly. "Just... think the day's caught up to me, that's all."

Jeff looks at his watch and curses. "When the hell did it get so late? C'mon, let's get you to the hotel." He makes a move to get up.

Jensen shakes his head. "No, you stay. You're having a good time."

"Jensen-"

"I can get a taxi; it's no problem." As Jensen stands he's aware that the conversation around the table has completely stopped. "It was great to finally meet you guys," he says with a nod of his head. "I'll probably see y'all tomorrow, unless I'm still comatose." There are good-nights and see-you-laters, and as Jensen makes his way out of the bar he's hyper aware that Jeff is right behind him. He doesn't give much thought to Chris.

"Hey," Jeff says as they step out into the balmy night, "Jensen, wait." He grabs Jensen's elbow and pulls him to a stop. "Dude, what's going on?"

Jensen doesn't pull away, even though he really wants to. "I don't need you to escort me to the hotel, Jeff. I can find my own way."

"Ignoring for a minute why I would want to stay anywhere you're not, unless you were planning on camping out in the hallway, you're gonna need my keycard."

"Actually, I was thinking about getting my own room." Jensen can't help but feel a little frisson of pleasure at the shell-shocked look he just put on Jeff's face.

"What?!" Jeff shakes his head, then says in a far too reasonable tone, "are you worried about someone finding out, because-"

"No, I'm worried about how much my self respect can take before I can get the quickest flight back to Miami."

Jeff looks at Jensen like he's suddenly grown an extra couple of heads. And they're green. With eye stalks. "I'm... confused. But I'm pretty certain that the conversation we're gonna have shouldn't be done on a street corner." Without letting go of Jensen's elbow he uses his other hand to flip open his phone and call for their car.

The ride is made in silence, with Jensen studiously ignoring Jeff's very existence until they reach the hotel, and he motions for Jeff to take the lead. Jeff not only takes the lead, he also takes Jensen's duffel from off his shoulder. He grins. Jensen seethes.

"Okay," Jeff says once they've reached the room, "what the hell's going on with you?"

"I'm not stupid, Jeff." Jensen crosses his arms over his chest to hide how badly his hand are shaking.

"Never said you were."

"No? Well, you sure as hell have been acting like I can't put fucking two and two together."

"I don't appreciate that tone."

"Yeah, well I don't appreciate being cheated on!" And that's it. It's out, and there's no going back. Jensen thinks he might have to call a time-out to go throw up.

Jeff doesn't look the way Jensen imagined he would. He doesn't look guilty, or stunned, or remorseful. He just looks more confused than ever. "I... wait, you... Jensen," Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose, "darlin', what the ever-lovin' fuck are you talking about?"

"You and Chris."

"Shit." Oh, there's the guilt.

Jensen moves over to one of the room's two armchairs because he's not quite sure he's going to be able to stay standing. "It bothered me, the way you kept talking about him in your texts," he says, "but at first I thought I was just being silly. Then, something happened and, I don't know, I kind of realized that he was a lot like me, except younger and more fit-"

"Christ, Jensen."

"Let me get this out."

"No, I don't think I will." Jeff practically stalks over to Jensen and, in a move that his joints will probably hate him for in the morning, fluidly sinks to his knees. He takes both of Jensen's hands into his own and stares up at him. "I'm not sure where this insecurity thing is coming from, but it ends now. Comparing you to Chris, hell, comparing you to anybody is laughable. You are... You're... I don't..." Jeff's blinking rapidly. There's suspicious moisture around his eyes. He lets out a deep breath. "Dammit. You know how bad I am at this sappy shit. I want to say that you're my everything, but that's the name of a damn Barry White song."

Jensen laughs in spite of himself. "I'm your first and last? The answer to all your dreams?" he teases.

Jeff's not amused. "Exactly."

"So, then-" Jensen's voice chokes, and he has to take a moment. "Then, I've just been, what, imagining the way you acted with Chris today? The way you looked at him?"

The guilt is back on Jeff's face, but this time it's less 'I've been caught cheating' and more 'I've been caught sneaking an extra cookie'. He bends a bit and lets his forehead rest on Jensen's thigh. "Idris told me that I wouldn't be able to pull it off. That we should just come out and talk to you directly, but I thought I could be all smooth and kind of ease you into it."

Jensen feels that familiar worry try and come back, but he tamps it down. There's obviously more to the story than he originally thought. He's Jeff's everything, after all. "You thought you could be smooth? Have you found yourself having other delusions?"

"Shut it." Jeff lifts his head and gazes at Jensen. "Short version, or long version?"

"Short."

"Chris doesn't have a crush on me; he has a crush on you."

Jensen's pretty sure that he heard those words correctly, and that there were nouns, and verbs, and everything seemed to go together, but his mind can't quite process Jeff's earthshaking little sentence. "That... what... Does not."

Jeff chuckles. "Yeah, he does."

"But, I... Gonna need the long version now."

"Well, like Zoe mentioned, I tend to talk about you. A lot. And I noticed that every time I brought you up Chris would get this really odd look on his face. The guy's brother is out and proud so I know he's not homophobic, but... I don't know, something just didn't sit right. So, I got him drunk."

"That's the spirit."

Jeff grins. "I plied him with Tequila, which he can't hold worth shit, by the way, and it just came pouring out."

"The Tequila?"

Jeff lightly punches Jensen's thigh. "The story, dumbass. How when he was in high school he caught mono and spent a couple weeks worth of afternoons visiting Salem-"

"Oh, God."

"-where he fell in absolute lust with a certain member of the Brady family."

"I'm kind of mortified right now."

"It gets better."

"How could it possibly?"

"He actually liked Devour."

"Okay, now you're just making shit up."

Jeff, being the dork that he is, giggles. "He like worships you, especially when he's wasted. It's cute. Anyway, the next morning he was hung-over, and embarrassed, and all around kind of pathetic, and I thought-"

"Here's the perfect candidate for a threesome?"

Jeff's mirth fades. He cocks his head and gives Jensen a steady look. "Remember when Jared was going through his break-up, and we both agreed that, if he wanted, he'd be welcome to join us?"

"Well, yeah, but that was Jay," Jensen says, frowning. "He's... Jay."

"That he is. And do you know why I was okay with the thought of sharing you with him?"

"Because he's Jay?"

"Because I am of the firm belief that you need more people around who unconditionally adore you."

Jensen's brain is having that processor trouble again. "Oh," he says softly.

Jeff stretches and leans in for a kiss. "Think about it," he murmurs in between the press of their lips. "Take your time. Get to know him."

"And you?" Jensen asks. "You would be okay with it?"

"You mean sharing a bed with two intelligent, funny specimens of gorgeousness?" Jeff smirks. "I'll manage."

Jensen cuffs him on the side of his head, then uses that same hand to bring him in close again. "Chris has no idea what he might be getting himself into."

Jeff rises to his feet and pulls Jensen up with him. "Oh, trust me," he says, tugging the younger man towards the room's spacious and ready to be thoroughly destroyed bed, "he's got plenty of ideas. Come to think of it," he tumbles Jensen onto the mattress, "so do I."

_____________


When Jensen knocks on the door to Chris' trailer early the next morning he's still not entirely certain what he's going to say. He's examined the situation and while he definitely finds Jeff's suggestion intriguing, he has his doubts, most of which hinge on the possible third himself. Jensen can admit that yesterday's encounters with Chris were colored by his preconceived notions, so he wants a chance to talk to the younger man alone before he makes up his mind on any matters.

The door opens and Chris is standing there, his eyes almost ridiculously wide. He's obviously surprised and Jensen takes a moment to inspect his appearance. There's no denying that Chris is handsome. Those still wide eyes are a pretty shade of blue and surrounded by a thick fringe of lashes. His mouth looks soft and full, and from what Jensen remembers despite the previous night's alcohol haze, he's quick to smile and laugh. The bad dye job will grow out, and the scruff on his chin can be shaved, and the tee shirt he's wearing is clinging in all the right places, and yeah, Jensen feels a pleasant little tingle in his belly. Physical attraction is not going to be a problem.

Jensen grins. Chris squeaks.

"Can I come in?" Jensen asks with a totally - mostly - unintentional bat of his eyelashes.

Chris squeaks again. "Uh, yeah. Yes. Sure. Okay. Uh huh." He steps out of the doorway and motions Jensen inside.

Jensen casts a cursory glance around then turns his attention back to Chris. "So," he drawls, "Devour, huh?"

Chris turns bright red but composes himself rather quickly. "Would I lose points if I admit that I usually watch it with the sound turned off?"

"You'll actually gain points for that." Jensen smirks. "When do you have to be on set?"

After a glance at his watch, Chris says, "forty minutes. Ish."

Jensen nods. "You mind if we talk a bit?"

"Yeah, okay." Chris goes stock still. "Wait, do you mean talk, or talk, or talk talk?"

Jensen's smile reflects the sudden rush of fondness he feels. "This is gonna be a fun couple of days."

_____________


Jeff takes a long swig from his water bottle before relaxing into his canvas director's chair.

Beside him, Idris snorts. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Jeff asks.

"Stop looking so bloody smug all the time. It's annoying the shit outta me."

Jeff purses his mouth and cocks his head to one side.

"And don't try that fucking puppy look, either. I'm not buying it."

Jeff chuckles. "Sorry, force of habit."

"Yeah, yeah." Idris raises one eyebrow and gives him a critical look. "You know you're gonna end up breaking a hip, right?"

Jeff looks over to one of the catering tents where Jensen and Chris are talking animatedly about something. Almost in unison, both young men stop their conversation and turn their heads towards him. They smile, bright and happy. Jeff, wearing his own matching grin, says, "totally worth it."

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end

Comments

[somersault-j.livejournal.com]

I LOVED it. The first paragraph with the conversation between Jensen, Jared and Misha? Hilarious!

And Jensen´s jealousy, Chris´crush (say that one really fast *giggles*)? Awesome! And was there implied J³? Yummy!

I think JDM is one lucky guy!!! :)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

I think JDM is one lucky guy!!! :)

Definitely! What's a broken hip or two when you have live porn to distract you. ;D

[weimar27.livejournal.com]

Very cool.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D

[dametokillfor.livejournal.com]

Ahh, this is totally the kind of thing I was after! :D

I love it, love jealous Jen, love sneaky Jeff and adorable Chris. Ahhh, absolutely fantastic. And I agree with Jeff, being in his position? Totally worth a broken hip.

And I love all the other characters too, with their little insights and such.

Great piece, adding to my mems! :)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Ahh, this is totally the kind of thing I was after! :D

\o/

Yay! So glad. :D

[rin2x.livejournal.com]

*picturing Jensen & Chris together* OMG I think my ovaries just 'sploded! I think the world needs more Jensen/Chris! Thank you for this! <3

[saone77.livejournal.com]

I think the world needs more Jensen/Chris!

*rubs hands together evily*

This was all just part of my fiendish plot to turn more people on to the paring. MWAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA*cough*

Seriously, I have wanted to write Jensen/Chris for so long, but for some reason I just haven't - I blame the Jared-voice that lives in my head. In fact, I think that's one of the reasons I jumped on this prompt. It was kind of a sticking my toes in thing.

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Loved Mischa and Jared being there for Jensen... kind of :) and Chris was just lovely. Gotta disagree that Jen's cuter than Chris though. Blasphemer! :)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Gotta disagree that Jen's cuter than Chris though.

You go be wrong on your own journal. Looking at Jensen is like staring into the sun, don'tchaknow? ;P

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Fine. You take Jensen. I'll be in the corner with my tongue down Chris' throat :)

btw- ARTHUR/EAMES nearly done- should be in your inbox soon....

[mysticwaters.livejournal.com]

You've officially turned me onto a threesome I'd never thought I'd like. I adore JDM/Jensen, but never really pictured them in a threesome with anyone except Jared. This fic just changed my mind. Loved it! ♥

[saone77.livejournal.com]

You've officially turned me onto a threesome I'd never thought I'd like

\o/

I try. ;D

[embroiderama]

Oh, this is fantastic! I love the on-set friendships on both ends and the relationship between Jeff and Jensen is great. And the idea of that threesome? YUM!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[nelle816.livejournal.com]

awesome! Just awesome! The way you wrote Zoe and Idris was spot on too. I could hear their voices. And the three boys were just too cute! Thank you for the giggles this morning!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :D

[wwwiamasheep.livejournal.com]

No man hurtling towards his half century mark should be able to look that adorable.

"You know you're gonna end up breaking a hip, right?"

♥. ♥ so very much.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thanks :D

[pigeongirl99.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was awesome. Have you any thoughts about continuing it?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was awesome

Thank you!

Have you any thoughts about continuing it?

I don't want to say anything definitely because I've got so much other stuff on my plate, but this was a lot of fun. I won't rule it out. ;D

[jdsgirlbev.livejournal.com]

That was pretty moreish. ;D

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :D

[tmn1966.livejournal.com]

You've done a fantastic job here. Love all the humor and the cuteness.

Kudos!! :)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D

[atimi.livejournal.com]

asfgdkihj this is AWESOME. :D

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

I love this fic. It's funny, it's adorable, and even though I feel cheated out of the sexin' I can't find a thing wrong with it. *g* Thanks! ♥

[the-lady-jade.livejournal.com]

I've been looking for this fic for months, and I couldn't remember who wrote it! After rereading your Killer Romance verse twice today (it's been a slow day at work) I decided to reread some of your other fics. Yay! I love this! Poor Jensen, thinking Jeff was cheating on him! But all is well. You are fantastic! The only thing that could make this better is a sequel with some sexing!