Lights. Camera. And A Little J2.

Living Young and Wild and Free

"Bitch, I dare you to do it," Misha giggles from his drunken state, pushing a bottle of Vodka to his good friend Jensen. Jared, another friend of his, and colleague as well, smirked from beside his hand.

The three men were wasted out of their minds, but none of them seemed to care. All they were interested in was a little fun to celebrate their 8th season of a show they all acted in- aka Supernatural.

Misha, being the crazy one of the bunch, had suggested getting piss drunk in a trailer to honor the occasion. Acting was hard, and they just needed to let loose a little. No way better than to get drunk.

And that's exactly why they found themselves daring each other extreme amounts of liquor to one another at three o'clock in the morning.

Jensen, usually the upright one in the group- ironic considering his character was so laid back on set- was now ignoring all consequences, snatching the half empty bottle of alcohol from the dark headed man, and chugged the rest down into his system. The bitter taste burned down his throat, but he only toughened through it, looking to Jared who was next in their pitiful game.

"Jared, I doubt ya could take a whole keg by yaself," Jensen slurs, motioning his eyes to the keg that laid in the corner of the trailer. Jared takes second glances between his friend and the beer keg, unsure if he should pull through with this. On the other hand though, if he didn't, he would never be let down for being a 'chicken', so his drunken mind got the best of him.

"Watch me," he grins, stumbling over to the wooden keg, tilting it over before taking large gulps of it. Before no time, it's empty, but to say in the least, Jared could feel it take effect. The room spun, and his vision was blurry, but he still stood. He looks to Misha, an evil grin on his face, "See that bottle of Rum? Dare ya ta down it within two minutes."

Misha doesn't even hesitate, snatching the glass bottle and consuming it till it was gone. And the games continued till none of them could hardly utter a word without feeling lightheaded and sick, and all alcohol was drained into their bodies. Maybe the trio got a bit over their heads on this one.

"Uhg," Jared groans, rolling over from the floor causing his long hair to fall over his face messily. Jensen copies the larger man, letting a moan of sickness leave him as he rolls from his stomach to his back. The two were side by side now, practically laying on each other, but neither made an effort to move. Misha, though, was vast asleep on the couch.

Randomly, both of them turned their heads to share a glare between each other. Instead of a simple look that they intended, their eyes locked together in a silent conversation instead. But that wasn't what got Jared's attention, no, it was the way Jensen's greens eyes sparkled in the light in a certain way that unexpectedly made his stomach erupt in butterflies. In one glance, he dares to looked down his friend's body.

Jensen wasn't oblivious to the fact that Jared was looking at him, so as if in instinct, he checked out the man in front of him as well. Strangely, he had never noticed how sexy Jared's lips were, the plump flesh, pink and made to be kissed.

And with that thought, Jensen finds himself leaning in, and Jared finds himself attaching their lips together, sealing the kiss completely without a second thought. The two continued to lock lips for a long while, even letting tongue slip by every now and then.

Jared, even though with his gentle looks, didn't seem like the type to dominate someone like Jensen, he ends up doing so. He's the one to deepen the kiss farther and bring the other boy closer to him in an embrace, hands even placed on Jensen's ass.

The tallest of the two's tongue licks along Jensen's lower lip, practically begging for more, but neither could go much farther than what they already were doing.They were both drunk and fuzzy so what they thought was a neat, pleasurable kiss only turned out to be a sloppy, slobber filled, exchange, yet neither cared the slightest bit. The men eventually pull off though, too tired for anymore. The two land back onto the floor where they had originally stated, just laying into each other for an odd comfort.

Neither one could explain what had happened, and neither bothered, only knowing that if felt good. I guess you could say it was just the heat of the moment. That's all that seemed to matter anyways.

"Shit," The shorter of the men breathed out, his slur heavy in his voice, "Dat was amazin'"

"Yeah," Jared agreed, his eyes already half close. He was too tired to even conquer any real words, so 'yeah' seemed good enough at the moment to him. Besides, Jensen was too exhausted to care anyways. All that he could muster up myself was a not-so-casual arm around the other's waist. They fell asleep like that, snuggling into each others warmth, even dreaming about each other.

Too bad neither of them would remember anything that next morning...