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Well, it's another RPS, for another [ profile] schmoop_bingo card square.  Dang.

Oh well.....


Title:  Age Does Not Protect (From Love)
Author:  [ profile] jessebee 
Rating:  PG-13
Genre:  mild hurt/comfort, schmoop, RPS
Pairing:  Jared/Richard
Spoilers: Nope
Warnings:  RPS.  And smelly feet
Disclaimer:  Not mine, not mine, not mine.  These are real people with real lives that bear no relation or resemblance to this work of fiction
Word Count:  ~800
Series:  Incremental Movement
Summary:  Jared returns a favor

Note:  For the "Massage – foot rub" square on my [ profile] schmoop_bingo.  I think I've started a series here, or something.  Yikes.  I'm sure I can find a way to blame [ profile] morganoconner for this, if I look around….






Most days, he didn't much notice the age gap.  Yes, he was older than most of his fellow actors on the show, with the notable exception of Jim Beaver, but Richard had always subscribed to the adage that you were only as old as you acted, in which case he was going to be about twenty-five forever and ever, amen.


Most days. 


Today, however, was not one of them.


Richard shut the door of his trailer, dropped into the couch, closed his eyes, and let go of the groan that had been trying to climb past his teeth for the last hour or more.  God, he ached.  No, scratch that – he hurt, dammit. 


He kept in decent shape and he normally jogged a couple of times a week, but running in shorts and well-fitted cross-trainers didn't set a guy up for charging across an uneven field in jeans and boots. 


Stiff jeans.  And heavy boots. 


Again and again and again.  With the occasional stumble&tumble thrown in for good measure. 


Richard groaned again, softly.  Somewhere around here was the oomph necessary to sit upright and get the damn boots off, right?  Rich, my man, it's been way too long since "Band of Brothers," you are out of practice.


It took approximately forever and two days to shuck the boots, his fingers far slower than they should have been.  Richard slouched down on the couch again and leaned his head over the back.  He wasn't going to whimper, dammit, even as his toes started aching in new and fascinating ways.  Circulation, it was a beautiful thing –


The rap on his trailer door might have startled him, if he'd had the energy to jump.  "Rich?  You in there?"




Crap.  Crap, crap, and double-fucking-crap, of all the people he didn't need seeing him acting his age –


The door handle turned because of course Richard hadn't locked it.  "Hey, man, you decent?  I've got a – Richard?"


Open his eyes and face the humiliation now?  Or later?  Decisions, decisions.


Footsteps, and a wash of air that brought a faint, familiar, stomach-tightening trace of cologne.  "Hey, are you okay?"


"I'm fine, Jared.  Just tired."  There, that sounded good.


"Uh-huh, yeah, no."  Or not.  "I'm not Sam and you're sure the hell not Dean, so we're not doing that dance.  What's wrong?"


Guess it was going to be now.  Richard opened his eyes.


Jared was far too close, crouching or kneeling or something by the arm of Richard's couch, one big hand resting on the back of it, not six inches from Richard's head.  Concern was written all over his beautiful face, caught in his hazel-y, forest-colored eyes.  More than close enough for Richard to smell sweat and male and makeup. 


Nearly close enough to kiss.


Richard swallowed.  "Really, Jay, it's nothing.  I'm tired and my feet are a little sore.  I'm an old guy, y'know."


One feathery brown eyebrow rose as Jared snorted.  "Ye-ah, that's why you damn near outran me – how many times?  'Cause you're old.  And if you haven't got those boots broke in yet, I'll just bet your feet are sore."  He sat back on his heels and then on his butt, and wrapped his fingers around Richard's ankle.  "Let me see."


What the hell? 


Richard jerked.  "Jared, what are you – I haven't even showered, man."


"Rich, relax."  Jared had both hands around Richard's ankle and foot now, and the touch raced like fire beneath Richard's skin.  "Knew a guy who taught massage, he showed me a few things.  Let me help."


Jared's eyes were big and bright and earnest and Christ on a crutch, how was Richard supposed to resist this?  He'd wanted Jared since he'd first laid eyes on the man and fuck, this was such a bad idea.  He swallowed again.  "If you want to get near my socks, it's your funeral."


Jared just grinned.  "I'm pretty tough."


The first dig of thumbs made Richard wince, but the discomfort turned to pleasure in short order as Jared found and shoved at spots that made the pain blossom briefly and then fade away, leaving the most incredible relief in its wake.  By the time the magic digits set his foot down, Richard was goo on the couch and half-asleep.  If he hadn't been in love before, he was now.  "You don't have to," he muttered as he felt Jared's fingers on his other foot.


"You didn't have to nurse me through that migraine the other week, either."  Jared's voice was a soft, soothing rumble.


"Yes, I did," Richard protested before he thought, because it was the simple truth.  He struggled his eyes half-open and then caught his breath at the expression on Jared's face.


"Well, so do I, Rich," Jared said quietly, his gaze holding Richard's.  "So do I."



Date: 2010-07-18 03:29 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
I'm sure I can find a way to blame morganoconner for this, if I look around….

*blinks innocently at you*

I still love this to teeny tiny bits and pieces, and I can't even tell you how awesome it is that there's going to be more!!!


Date: 2010-07-18 01:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*hugs the flailing person* :D

Date: 2010-07-18 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, this just was the perfect thing to read before sleep! If this doesn't give me sweet dreams, I don't know what will. :)

Date: 2010-07-18 01:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay, you liked it! :D :D Hope your dreams were good ones!

Date: 2010-07-18 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
o.o...This is made of win and cute and *giggles like mad*

Date: 2010-07-18 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glad you enjoyed it! Also, icon love!

Date: 2010-07-18 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thanks, I made it for a could-have-been Verse I was going to write, but never did. XP

Date: 2010-07-18 08:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So adorable! I'm loving this schmoopy verse! ♥

Date: 2010-07-18 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank so very much! I'm enjoying writing it, way more than I expected to, honestly. ;-)

Date: 2010-07-18 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Awwww, lovely :) Having had achey feet myself last night, I sympathise with poor Richard. Massage feels so good when your feet hurt. Lovely moment at the end also. Am loving this 'verse :)

Date: 2010-07-18 01:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*is sorry for your achey feet* Massage is a WONDERFUL thing, is it not? Glad you enjoyed the fic!

Date: 2010-07-18 09:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh yay more :-)

Love this!

Date: 2010-07-18 01:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you!

Date: 2010-07-18 01:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I normally don´t like RP fiction,but this one is a exception...
Can´t wait to read more...absolutly amazing!!

Date: 2010-07-18 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, thank you! What a lovely compliment! :)

Date: 2010-07-19 03:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Foot porn. Oh lordy, sweet, wonderful foot porn.

Date: 2010-07-19 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*grins madly at you* You like? I'll have to remember that....

Date: 2010-08-11 03:42 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-08-12 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Have only just discovered these (how I stayed away this long is beyond me!) but am having a hell of a good time reading them all one after another ;)

Date: 2010-08-14 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*flails and loves on this madly*
Two chapters into this verse, and I'm well and truly addicted


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