#walker rpf

[kazsrm67]

Rough Start

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15, Chapter 16

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Disaster Part 2/2

note: wow, the last 24 hours has been a ride... but I’m glad that the IRL ending matched what I was hoping to be able to write!

part one

Sunlight filtering into the trailer and hitting his face woke Keegan, arms still wrapped around Jared. When he pulled away, Jared grabbed at his hand, pulling him back, and his heart sang for a moment.

Then Jared sleepily muttered “Too early, Jack, go back to sleep,” as he shoved his head under his pillow, and that told him all he needed to know.As much as he wanted, Keegan couldn’t keep taking advantage of the situation. Last night was...

Well, it was excusable, because he was Jared’s friend and Jared had clearly needed a friend. And as long as he pulls back now, he can play it platonic. At least until he sees if Jensen’s going to fix things with Jared, or until Jared is in a better place to start something new. 

Keegan carefully extracts his arm from Jared’s grasp and shakes his shoulder gently. “Hey, big guy, wake up. At least enough to give me your breakfast order.”

Jared emerges from under the pillow, blinking sleep from his eyes. “Keegan. What...”

“Dude, you were in a bad place last night. I stuck around for company. And I’m starving and craft services is open, so I’m gonna get breakfast. Thought I’d grab some for you, too.”

“... ‘kay.” Jared looks around, looks everywhere but at Keegan. “Where’s m’phone?”

“I’ll get it.”

The phone is where Jared dropped it on the couch, still off, and Jared turns it on as soon as Keegan hands it to him. The screen shows dozens of messages, calls, emails, notifications, and Jared goes pale looking at the numbers.

“I’ll just... I’ll get breakfast while you deal with... all that.”

He’s barely out the door when his own phone chirps a notification at him, and he checks Jared’s twitter.

There’s a line, and they give him a hard time as always for hanging around when he’s done filming (and he can’t explain that he’s not ready to leave the Texas sunshine, even if it’s never going to shine for him) and a hard time for the sheer amount of food he’s ordering until he says “It’s for Jared.”

A chorus of “Was he here?” 

“Is he okay?”

“What’s happened?”

and from one crew member, with a suspicious look, “are you poaching?”

Keegan sighs, and sits down to answer what he can while the truck prepares “Jared’s usual.”

Finally, he escapes and makes his way back to Jared’s trailer, balancing four boxes of food carefully. Hands too full to open the door, he kicks softly at the door. Jared answers with his phone at his ear, eyes guarded. 

“Just a second, Jensen. Breakfast is here,” he says into the phone, then turns a bright, warm smile on Keegan. “Hey, man, thanks for last night.”

“Yeah, anytime.” Keegan smiles back, thinks he should get an Emmy for this performance of just-friends. He holds up the boxes. “Yours are the top three.”

“Dude. Thank you. I’m starved!” Jared grabs the boxes. “You wanna come in, or...?”

And Keegan can take a hint. “Nah. You got stuff to talk about, I bet. Just... are you okay?”

And Jared’s smile gets brighter. “I think we’re gonna be. It’s the distance, you know? Never really had to deal with that before. So we’re working it out. Thanks again. You being here... you kept me from doing something stupid.”

“Anytime,” Keegan says again. “I should get out your hair. See you later.”

As he leaves, he catches a last bit of the conversation before the door closes: “Seriously, Jen, this can’t happen again... I know you’re sorry...” and while his heart aches, he’s glad that Jared’s not going to lose his joy.

EPILOGUE: a chat with Chad

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Disaster Part 1 / 2

Currently thinking of Keegan Allen and he wrapped filming for Liam a few days ago but stuck around Austin to hang with the cast that had quickly become a second family. Thanks in no small part to a tall Texan with an easy smile and warm hug for everyone on set. And Keegan would be lying if he said he didn’t lean into those hugs, soak in the feel of Jared’s body pressed against his, breath in the sweet smell of his musk. Daydream about meeting him sixteen years earlier, when they maybe could have been something.

So when his phone chirps a notification that Jared just tweeted something, it’s automatic to pull it out and look. And he almost drops the phone when he sees the tweet.

It doesn’t sound like Jared at all. Flat, empty, and for a man who has always worn his heart on his sleeve a bit alarming. In the short time Keegan’s known Jared, he’s found him to be a man of deep emotions. Quick to laughter, quick to anger, quick to forgive - but he’s never seen him empty. And if it’s a problem with Jensen...

To hear Jared tell it, Jensen hung the sun and the moon and makes the stars shine just for him. Even though hearing Jared speak about Jensen twists the jealousy tighter in Keegan’s gut, he’s been happy that Jared has someone like that. Someone who can give him the larger-than-life love he deserves. 

His phone chirps again.

Normally Jared would be at home at this time, but Keegan knows he was filming late and he likes to unwind in his trailer before heading home to his family. “I need to shake off Walker and just be Jared,” he’d said once when they were hanging out, watching some dumb show and talking about nothing, Jared smiling at his phone whenever it buzzed with a message. 

Keegan runs to the trailer now and normally he would knock but that last tweet has him opening the door as soon as he gets there, certain that Jared shouldn’t be alone.

And Jared is alone, sitting on his couch in the dark, illuminated by the glow from his phone. He looks up when Keegan bursts in, eyes shining crystalline with tears, and Keegan doesn’t say a word. Sits next to Jared and pulls the man into his arms, braces himself just in time as Jared buries his face in Keegan’s chest. Jared’s shoulders shake as his tears spill out but he doesn’t make a sound. All Keegan can do is hold him tighter, secure, and murmur soothing sounds into his hair until Jared’s phone buzzes and he pulls away.

Frowns briefly at the texts and Keegan shamelessly reads over his shoulder as Jared stabs out a reply, sends it and turns his phone off.

“Jared...” Keegan trails off, not sure what to say.

Jared looks up at him, 6′4″ of lost child. “I found out from Twitter. Fifteen years together, and I found out from Twitter.” His face crumples again. “It’s like... It’s like everything we did together meant nothing–”

Keegan wraps Jared in a tight hug again and this time Jared clings to him, noisy sobs into his shoulder until he’s out of tears. He starts to pull away and Keegan keeps his arms tight, keeps his face buried in soft hair, and after a moment Jared’s arms slide back around Keegan’s waist and he leans on him, accepts the comfort and affection Keegan’s offering.

Finally, Jared sighs. “I’m okay,” he whispers. “I’m okay now. Think I’m gonna sleep here tonight.” He doesn’t pull away. “You can go... It’s late, you’re tired, I’m just gonna go to sleep...”

“I don’t think you should be alone,” Keegan says and his voice comes out husky and raw. “I think I should sleep with you.”

Jared sits straight, pulls back enough to look at Keegan in the dark trailer, eyes wide. “Keegan... I can’t... I just broke up-”

“Just sleep!” Keegan blurts out. “I just don’t think you should be alone.”

Jared doesn’t say anything, but his eyes lose the wide panicked look.

“Please? Let me just hold you. So you’re not alone, I promise, that’s all.”

And Jared whispers, “I think I’d like that,” before standing, taking Keegan’s hand, and pulling him to the bed. They settle there, Keegan’s chest pressed against Jared’s back and an arm draped over his surprisingly slender waist and maybe it should be awkward playing big spoon to such a tall man but Jared’s always had a way of folding himself into something smaller. 

They’re drifting to sleep when Jared sighs and murmurs, “Thanks for staying.”

As long as you’ll have me is what Keegan wants to say, but that’s too much, especially now when Jared’s hurting, so all he says is “Any time,” and sleep takes them both.

-

part 2