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daemonicangel asked for some crossover Kris Allen - Jared Padalecki interaction, and when she said it didn't have to be porny or romantic, I took her at her word. There's a truckload of flirtation, but it doesn't quite go there as far as Jared/Kris is concerned. There is, however, manhandling, which is as it should be when someone of Jared's size meets someone of Kris's size, as far as I'm concerned. :D Plus, there's Jensen, because...well, there just is. And a little Misha.
Catnip
AI/CW RPF. 1,300 words. PG-13. Kris, Jared.
Okay, so Kris knows he's a much better musician than actor, but it's kind of a cool opportunity and it sounds like it's going to be a good time. And hey, is he really going to pass up the opportunity to play an angel? A pretty badass angel too, from the sounds of it, though it's hard to tell much from all two lines he has in the script pages he was sent.
And hey, at least this time when Kris crosses the border he doesn't feel the need to tweet about what to do with his Canadian money, though with only one day on the set of Supernatural he's probably not going to need much.
Kris is used to dressing rooms, not trailers, and after he's led to his he kind of doesn't know what to do with himself. Except twitpic it, which he does. Twice. He's thinking about a third shot from some artistic angle that Anoop would probably appreciate when he hears a knock at his door and figures they need him on set, because that's how this works, right? Only it's not a PA or a third AD or something, it's the stars of the show.
"I had money riding on Lambert," says the one with the shaggy hair, Jared; Kris knows who they are, but still, he sees him and thinks 'shaggy hair'. "Just so you know." He's grinning, though, and looks like he's on the verge of cracking up.
"You and your stupid bets," says Jensen. "How much money? A dollar?"
"Five," says Jared. "Dollar bets are so Eddie Murphy in the eighties."
"Well, I don't know if I can stay then," says Kris wryly. "I can see where I'm not wanted."
"It's okay though, we don't need you to sing," he says, "we just need you to look adorable and angelic. And hey, you're already doing that."
Jensen loses his shit then, and Kris just shakes his head. "I've been warned about you guys," he says. "I'm supposed to tell you that if you mess up my wardrobe, you're hand-stitching a replacement yourselves."
"Don't worry, they took our paintball guns away," says Jared, "and we didn't have time to set up anything with your door before you got here. I mean, I thought about it, but then I flipped a coin and sleep won."
"Breakfast won," Jensen corrects him. "It always does."
"It did," says Jared, hanging his head. "But speaking of food, we figured we'd haul you over to the craft tables and feed you up. Anyone ever tell you you're tiny?"
"No, never," says Kris. "Anyone ever tell you you're freakishly tall?"
"Nah," says Jared. "I'm the short one in my family. Come on."
The location is pretty spread out, around some kind of clearing where an angelic council is about to be crashed, but it still doesn't take long to get to the food. Though it probably would've taken a lot longer if he hadn't been trailing along behind Jared who seemed to have the location burned into his brain. Kris is pretty sure it’s someone else's job to haul him around like this, but it's not like he's complaining about the attention. He's been so bored and it's actually kind of fun.
"Heads up!" says Jared, and suddenly something is flying past Kris, landing on the grass behind him. "Too slow!"
Kris just grins and turns around and bends over to pick whatever it is up. Turns out it's a sealed pudding cup and actually, yeah, he could go for that right now. Not nutritious, but delicious.
"Bad Jared, no candy," says Jensen, and Kris looks back over his shoulder to see Jared whistling innocently and very pointedly not looking at the backside that Kris had in the air.
It's funny how used to this Kris is these days.
"That's okay," he says with a sly grin. "You can look but don't touch." Jensen cracks up, and Jared doesn't even pretend he's not looking anymore. "And you don't have to bait me with pudding, either."
"Aw, come on, that's one of my best moves," says Jared. "It always works on the ladies."
"Let me let you in on a secret," says Kris, pocketing the pudding. "It doesn't actually work. They just like showing off for you."
Jared just shrugs. "Either way," he says. "It still works."
"Oh, there you are," says a harried-looking PA, and she's coming for him, not the other two. "You're needed on set."
"Oops," says Jared with another shrug. "Sorry?"
She doesn't look the least bit surprised to find Kris with those two as she leads him away to where he actually needs to be. It's not entirely unlike shooting a music video, only a lot more dialogue-oriented and a lot less music-oriented, which is one thing he never has to worry about when he's singing.
He thinks he's pretty good at taking direction, all things considered, and at doing things over and over because they want a lot of close-ups of him. He may not be talking much, but he is the stuntcast role and people are going to want to see him. For whatever reason.
The part where they set up for the interruption of the council is a little more intimidating. He's not going to be doing any of the really physical stuff - that's what stuntmen are for, and they're not risking him for even the smallest stuff (he asked) - but there's still a bit of choreographed chaos to get through. Kris sometimes has nightmares about choreography. Still.
"Can we pick him up? Does insurance cover that?"
"You can pick him up as long as you don't toss him."
"Did you hear that, Jared? You can sling him over your shoulder as long as you don't drop him."
"I'm not sure that's what--" Kris starts, but then he just shrugs because he sort of gets this a lot. And frankly, Jared could probably sling Kris over his shoulder with pretty much no effort, so Kris isn't very worried about being dropped. He's in much more danger of being dropped when his friends do it.
"I think we ought to rehearse that part," says Jared, and Kris barely has time to put his coffee down before he's being picked up and thrown over Jared's shoulder. He just sighs and goes with it.
"I know you just wanted to get your hands all over me," he says. "I'm on to you."
"Busted," says Jared unapologetically. "Hey, is this costume really necessary? Do angels really need clothes?"
"I've told you a hundred times," says Misha, looking pointedly at his own overcoat. "Don't undress the guest stars."
"Without permission," says Jared. "Don't undress the guest stars without permission. I remember."
"Angels need clothes when they're in the Canadian woods in the spring," says Kris. "Or at least, this Southern angel does."
"Point taken," says Jared, and as a Texas boy, Kris feels he probably understands.
The day goes by too fast, but then that's just how Kris's life is these days. So many things to do, so many schedules and plans, and he has to make a real effort to savor what experiences he can.
He's just getting his things together when he feels a hand on his ass, and when he looks back over his shoulder Jared is sliding something into his back pocket. "My number and email address," he explains with a wide smile. "I know you have a flight to catch, but you're a good guy. We should keep in touch."
"Yeah, we should," says Kris, and even makes sure the paper's safe and sound before he slings his messenger bag over his shoulder and heads for his waiting car. "I'll see you around!"
Definitely a day to savor.
help_haiti fic! daemonicangel asked for some crossover Kris Allen - Jared Padalecki interaction, and when she said it didn't have to be porny or romantic, I took her at her word. There's a truckload of flirtation, but it doesn't quite go there as far as Jared/Kris is concerned. There is, however, manhandling, which is as it should be when someone of Jared's size meets someone of Kris's size, as far as I'm concerned. :D Plus, there's Jensen, because...well, there just is. And a little Misha.Catnip
AI/CW RPF. 1,300 words. PG-13. Kris, Jared.
Okay, so Kris knows he's a much better musician than actor, but it's kind of a cool opportunity and it sounds like it's going to be a good time. And hey, is he really going to pass up the opportunity to play an angel? A pretty badass angel too, from the sounds of it, though it's hard to tell much from all two lines he has in the script pages he was sent.
And hey, at least this time when Kris crosses the border he doesn't feel the need to tweet about what to do with his Canadian money, though with only one day on the set of Supernatural he's probably not going to need much.
Kris is used to dressing rooms, not trailers, and after he's led to his he kind of doesn't know what to do with himself. Except twitpic it, which he does. Twice. He's thinking about a third shot from some artistic angle that Anoop would probably appreciate when he hears a knock at his door and figures they need him on set, because that's how this works, right? Only it's not a PA or a third AD or something, it's the stars of the show.
"I had money riding on Lambert," says the one with the shaggy hair, Jared; Kris knows who they are, but still, he sees him and thinks 'shaggy hair'. "Just so you know." He's grinning, though, and looks like he's on the verge of cracking up.
"You and your stupid bets," says Jensen. "How much money? A dollar?"
"Five," says Jared. "Dollar bets are so Eddie Murphy in the eighties."
"Well, I don't know if I can stay then," says Kris wryly. "I can see where I'm not wanted."
"It's okay though, we don't need you to sing," he says, "we just need you to look adorable and angelic. And hey, you're already doing that."
Jensen loses his shit then, and Kris just shakes his head. "I've been warned about you guys," he says. "I'm supposed to tell you that if you mess up my wardrobe, you're hand-stitching a replacement yourselves."
"Don't worry, they took our paintball guns away," says Jared, "and we didn't have time to set up anything with your door before you got here. I mean, I thought about it, but then I flipped a coin and sleep won."
"Breakfast won," Jensen corrects him. "It always does."
"It did," says Jared, hanging his head. "But speaking of food, we figured we'd haul you over to the craft tables and feed you up. Anyone ever tell you you're tiny?"
"No, never," says Kris. "Anyone ever tell you you're freakishly tall?"
"Nah," says Jared. "I'm the short one in my family. Come on."
The location is pretty spread out, around some kind of clearing where an angelic council is about to be crashed, but it still doesn't take long to get to the food. Though it probably would've taken a lot longer if he hadn't been trailing along behind Jared who seemed to have the location burned into his brain. Kris is pretty sure it’s someone else's job to haul him around like this, but it's not like he's complaining about the attention. He's been so bored and it's actually kind of fun.
"Heads up!" says Jared, and suddenly something is flying past Kris, landing on the grass behind him. "Too slow!"
Kris just grins and turns around and bends over to pick whatever it is up. Turns out it's a sealed pudding cup and actually, yeah, he could go for that right now. Not nutritious, but delicious.
"Bad Jared, no candy," says Jensen, and Kris looks back over his shoulder to see Jared whistling innocently and very pointedly not looking at the backside that Kris had in the air.
It's funny how used to this Kris is these days.
"That's okay," he says with a sly grin. "You can look but don't touch." Jensen cracks up, and Jared doesn't even pretend he's not looking anymore. "And you don't have to bait me with pudding, either."
"Aw, come on, that's one of my best moves," says Jared. "It always works on the ladies."
"Let me let you in on a secret," says Kris, pocketing the pudding. "It doesn't actually work. They just like showing off for you."
Jared just shrugs. "Either way," he says. "It still works."
"Oh, there you are," says a harried-looking PA, and she's coming for him, not the other two. "You're needed on set."
"Oops," says Jared with another shrug. "Sorry?"
She doesn't look the least bit surprised to find Kris with those two as she leads him away to where he actually needs to be. It's not entirely unlike shooting a music video, only a lot more dialogue-oriented and a lot less music-oriented, which is one thing he never has to worry about when he's singing.
He thinks he's pretty good at taking direction, all things considered, and at doing things over and over because they want a lot of close-ups of him. He may not be talking much, but he is the stuntcast role and people are going to want to see him. For whatever reason.
The part where they set up for the interruption of the council is a little more intimidating. He's not going to be doing any of the really physical stuff - that's what stuntmen are for, and they're not risking him for even the smallest stuff (he asked) - but there's still a bit of choreographed chaos to get through. Kris sometimes has nightmares about choreography. Still.
"Can we pick him up? Does insurance cover that?"
"You can pick him up as long as you don't toss him."
"Did you hear that, Jared? You can sling him over your shoulder as long as you don't drop him."
"I'm not sure that's what--" Kris starts, but then he just shrugs because he sort of gets this a lot. And frankly, Jared could probably sling Kris over his shoulder with pretty much no effort, so Kris isn't very worried about being dropped. He's in much more danger of being dropped when his friends do it.
"I think we ought to rehearse that part," says Jared, and Kris barely has time to put his coffee down before he's being picked up and thrown over Jared's shoulder. He just sighs and goes with it.
"I know you just wanted to get your hands all over me," he says. "I'm on to you."
"Busted," says Jared unapologetically. "Hey, is this costume really necessary? Do angels really need clothes?"
"I've told you a hundred times," says Misha, looking pointedly at his own overcoat. "Don't undress the guest stars."
"Without permission," says Jared. "Don't undress the guest stars without permission. I remember."
"Angels need clothes when they're in the Canadian woods in the spring," says Kris. "Or at least, this Southern angel does."
"Point taken," says Jared, and as a Texas boy, Kris feels he probably understands.
The day goes by too fast, but then that's just how Kris's life is these days. So many things to do, so many schedules and plans, and he has to make a real effort to savor what experiences he can.
He's just getting his things together when he feels a hand on his ass, and when he looks back over his shoulder Jared is sliding something into his back pocket. "My number and email address," he explains with a wide smile. "I know you have a flight to catch, but you're a good guy. We should keep in touch."
"Yeah, we should," says Kris, and even makes sure the paper's safe and sound before he slings his messenger bag over his shoulder and heads for his waiting car. "I'll see you around!"
Definitely a day to savor.
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:11 pm (UTC)!!!!!
brb, reading.
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:36 pm (UTC)OMFG.
I JUST...
OMFG.
i'm just gonna leave it at that and go collect my words somewhere else, then come back with them at the end of the day.
but rn, the tl;dr version would be: omfg. i want to roll around in this 'verse forever. krisandjaredyay!
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:54 pm (UTC)lmfao, i will keep prompting in this 'verse until you go and be like, "NO MORE, NO MORE KRISANDJARED. NO YAY. NOT ANYMORE."
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:16 pm (UTC)This line made me LOL inappropriately. I think I'm becoming hysterical. Might be time to detach myself from the internet for a little while.
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:18 pm (UTC):DDD
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Date: 2010-01-24 08:33 pm (UTC)And everything that Kris says is so spot on; I can actually imagine him saying your dialogues.
Again, precious!
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Date: 2010-01-24 09:25 pm (UTC)I am, this is, WOW, so freaking ADORABLE and funny and sweet, and always your Kris is spot on. I would love to see a sequel to this someday, a porny sequel because yes Kris is tiny and Jared can manhandle him perfect (and Adam is always a bonus)
:D
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Date: 2010-01-25 01:20 am (UTC)Also, you ROCK for doing so much for the
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Date: 2010-01-26 01:39 am (UTC)I LOVE YOU!
I HAD BEEN WISHING FOR JARED/KRIS FIC FOR A LOOOOOOOONG TIME!
THIS WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE DIALOGUE WAS BELIEVABLE AND SO ~THEM~
*SEAL CLAPS*
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