RPS: Ask a stupid question...
Jun. 27th, 2009 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
errant_janeI have a bunch of stuff I should be doing for other people. Fic I promised to write, RL writing assignments, fic I promised to beta and a weekend of fucking off behind me. So what do I start an hour before bedtime on a Sunday night? Whatever, self.
I blame Misha.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5, Part 6
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Sometimes Jensen suspects that his crush on Misha is an exercise in self-torture.
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Between Misha's idea of a joke, Jared's hand-wringing over Genevieve and the fact that they actually had a full day of shooting, Jensen is more than ready to go home and crash. Just as soon as he can find the energy to get off of the couch in his trailer.
There's a knock at the door and Jensen thinks, Oh, good. Maybe whoever that is can get me off the couch. What he says is, "Come in."
Misha pokes his head in, looks around (checking for Jared?), grins and then enters the trailer all the way, shutting the door behind him. He sits down on the couch next to Jensen in an easy, catlike motion. Raises an eyebrow and says, "Did he do it?"
Jensen slides down on the couch a little more so he can rest his head on the back, turns to look at Misha and feels like they've been here before. "Did Genevieve say something to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know." Jensen half-shrugs. "I mean, it seems kind of weird for you to come on all matchmaker all of the sudden. Didn't figure you for the type."
"Hmmm." Misha leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, steeples his fingers in front of him and stares at the wall. "If she told me anything, I couldn't in good conscience relay that to you, could I?"
"What?" Jensen's not sure if he's joking or not.
Misha sighs. "Believe it or not, there are some things I’m not a complete dick about."
Now Jensen is the one who feels like a dick. "I know, man. I didn't mean...oh, fuck you," he says when he sees Misha shoulders shaking with laughter. He should punch him, but the most he has energy for is to knock his knee against Misha's leg. And Jensen thinks, yeah, he can do this. Hang out with Misha and not have it be a thing. His crush, or whatever it is, is totally controllable.
"You didn't answer my question." Misha turns his head and presses his leg back against Jensen's. It feels less like retaliation and more like... the heat of Misha's leg pressed against his.
"Huh?"
"Jared? Did he man-up and ask Genevieve out?"
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Awkwardly, I believe, but my boy got the job done."
Misha leans back and Jensen realizes how close they're actually sitting. And that Misha's leg is still pressed against his.
"Why awkwardly?" Misha asks.
"Have you seen Jared? The boy has got, like, no moves." Jensen wonders if it would be completely obvious if he sat up and moved away a little. "He relies entirely on his pretty face."
"Oh really?" Misha laughs. He angles his body towards Jensen and drapes his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers dangerously close to where Jensen's head is resting. "Not like you, huh, Ackles? You have some failsafe moves you'd like to share with the class?"
Jensen can feel his face heating and he does sit up this time, shifts away from Misha's fingertips. "I have a few."
"Do tell." Misha sits there and looking expectant and amused.
"Well, shit. I don't know. I mean, it depend on the situation, I guess." Jensen licks his lips and for a second he swears Misha's glance darted down to his mouth. "You telling me you have, like, a go-to move?" It is, perhaps, the wrong question to ask.
"More or less. Something that's adaptable to the situation."
"Well, please share," Jensen says. Misha grins and scoots closer and Jensen starts like he's been whipped. "The hell?"
"I was showing you." Misha looks nothing but amused. "Proximity is an important factor."
Jensen rolls his eyes, more at himself than Misha. Way to be a complete spaz. "You just startled me a little."
Misha chuckles low and throaty and says, "Your innocence is safe enough for the moment, Jensen."
"Okay." Jensen nods and clears his throat. "So, proximity."
"Proximity." Misha leans a little closer, moves his arm so that it's along the back of the couch behind Jensen's neck, close enough that Jensen can feel the heat of his skin and Jensen is embarrassingly hard from that alone. "Then physical contact."
He avoids jumping this time as Misha's hand settles at his waist. Barely. "Okay."
"Now, where to touch really depends on the person." Misha's voice is pitched low. "A hand at the waist, for example." His fingers are idly tracing along the edge of Jensen's t-shirt until they brush against bare skin and suddenly they're gone. "The arm, maybe." Misha's hand settles on Jensen's shoulder. "Or, if you're feeling really ballsy..."
Jensen is frozen is place as Misha slides his hand over his shoulder and settles it on his neck, thumb brushing against Jensen's jaw. There is absolutely no way that Misha can't feel the hammering of Jensen's pulse and Jensen can't break eye contact, can't shift away or laugh or do anything but sit there as one moment stretches into the next.
This time, when Misha looks down at Jensen's mouth, it's nothing but blatant. "Done correctly, it's a pretty sure thing."
If ever there were a time for Jensen to make his move, this would be it. Instead, he's frozen in place like the world's biggest idiot and after another long moment, Misha sits back with a self-deprecating smile that Jensen can't even begin to understand.
"But let's face it, pretty boy, all you have to do is smile." Misha moves his arm from behind Jensen, places his hand on Jensen's knee and pushes himself up from the couch. "I should get going. Early day tomorrow and all."
Jensen's feeling a little bit slow as he watches Misha practically run out of the trailer. What the hell just happened?
His phone starts buzzing and Jensen groans and answers the call.
"Dude, are you coming or what?" Jared asks.
Jensen chokes back what he's pretty sure is hysterical laughter. "Yeah, man. I'll be there in a few." As soon as I can walk again. He ends the call and presses the heel of his hand against his cock, torn between whether he should try and calm down or just take care of it now.
Fuck Misha Collins, anyway.
***
Next Part...
I blame Misha.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5, Part 6
***
Sometimes Jensen suspects that his crush on Misha is an exercise in self-torture.
***
Between Misha's idea of a joke, Jared's hand-wringing over Genevieve and the fact that they actually had a full day of shooting, Jensen is more than ready to go home and crash. Just as soon as he can find the energy to get off of the couch in his trailer.
There's a knock at the door and Jensen thinks, Oh, good. Maybe whoever that is can get me off the couch. What he says is, "Come in."
Misha pokes his head in, looks around (checking for Jared?), grins and then enters the trailer all the way, shutting the door behind him. He sits down on the couch next to Jensen in an easy, catlike motion. Raises an eyebrow and says, "Did he do it?"
Jensen slides down on the couch a little more so he can rest his head on the back, turns to look at Misha and feels like they've been here before. "Did Genevieve say something to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know." Jensen half-shrugs. "I mean, it seems kind of weird for you to come on all matchmaker all of the sudden. Didn't figure you for the type."
"Hmmm." Misha leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, steeples his fingers in front of him and stares at the wall. "If she told me anything, I couldn't in good conscience relay that to you, could I?"
"What?" Jensen's not sure if he's joking or not.
Misha sighs. "Believe it or not, there are some things I’m not a complete dick about."
Now Jensen is the one who feels like a dick. "I know, man. I didn't mean...oh, fuck you," he says when he sees Misha shoulders shaking with laughter. He should punch him, but the most he has energy for is to knock his knee against Misha's leg. And Jensen thinks, yeah, he can do this. Hang out with Misha and not have it be a thing. His crush, or whatever it is, is totally controllable.
"You didn't answer my question." Misha turns his head and presses his leg back against Jensen's. It feels less like retaliation and more like... the heat of Misha's leg pressed against his.
"Huh?"
"Jared? Did he man-up and ask Genevieve out?"
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Awkwardly, I believe, but my boy got the job done."
Misha leans back and Jensen realizes how close they're actually sitting. And that Misha's leg is still pressed against his.
"Why awkwardly?" Misha asks.
"Have you seen Jared? The boy has got, like, no moves." Jensen wonders if it would be completely obvious if he sat up and moved away a little. "He relies entirely on his pretty face."
"Oh really?" Misha laughs. He angles his body towards Jensen and drapes his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers dangerously close to where Jensen's head is resting. "Not like you, huh, Ackles? You have some failsafe moves you'd like to share with the class?"
Jensen can feel his face heating and he does sit up this time, shifts away from Misha's fingertips. "I have a few."
"Do tell." Misha sits there and looking expectant and amused.
"Well, shit. I don't know. I mean, it depend on the situation, I guess." Jensen licks his lips and for a second he swears Misha's glance darted down to his mouth. "You telling me you have, like, a go-to move?" It is, perhaps, the wrong question to ask.
"More or less. Something that's adaptable to the situation."
"Well, please share," Jensen says. Misha grins and scoots closer and Jensen starts like he's been whipped. "The hell?"
"I was showing you." Misha looks nothing but amused. "Proximity is an important factor."
Jensen rolls his eyes, more at himself than Misha. Way to be a complete spaz. "You just startled me a little."
Misha chuckles low and throaty and says, "Your innocence is safe enough for the moment, Jensen."
"Okay." Jensen nods and clears his throat. "So, proximity."
"Proximity." Misha leans a little closer, moves his arm so that it's along the back of the couch behind Jensen's neck, close enough that Jensen can feel the heat of his skin and Jensen is embarrassingly hard from that alone. "Then physical contact."
He avoids jumping this time as Misha's hand settles at his waist. Barely. "Okay."
"Now, where to touch really depends on the person." Misha's voice is pitched low. "A hand at the waist, for example." His fingers are idly tracing along the edge of Jensen's t-shirt until they brush against bare skin and suddenly they're gone. "The arm, maybe." Misha's hand settles on Jensen's shoulder. "Or, if you're feeling really ballsy..."
Jensen is frozen is place as Misha slides his hand over his shoulder and settles it on his neck, thumb brushing against Jensen's jaw. There is absolutely no way that Misha can't feel the hammering of Jensen's pulse and Jensen can't break eye contact, can't shift away or laugh or do anything but sit there as one moment stretches into the next.
This time, when Misha looks down at Jensen's mouth, it's nothing but blatant. "Done correctly, it's a pretty sure thing."
If ever there were a time for Jensen to make his move, this would be it. Instead, he's frozen in place like the world's biggest idiot and after another long moment, Misha sits back with a self-deprecating smile that Jensen can't even begin to understand.
"But let's face it, pretty boy, all you have to do is smile." Misha moves his arm from behind Jensen, places his hand on Jensen's knee and pushes himself up from the couch. "I should get going. Early day tomorrow and all."
Jensen's feeling a little bit slow as he watches Misha practically run out of the trailer. What the hell just happened?
His phone starts buzzing and Jensen groans and answers the call.
"Dude, are you coming or what?" Jared asks.
Jensen chokes back what he's pretty sure is hysterical laughter. "Yeah, man. I'll be there in a few." As soon as I can walk again. He ends the call and presses the heel of his hand against his cock, torn between whether he should try and calm down or just take care of it now.
Fuck Misha Collins, anyway.
***
Next Part...
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Date: 2009-06-29 04:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)Your icon makes me lolz.
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:54 am (UTC)YOUR ICON TOTES FTW!!!
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Date: 2009-06-29 08:33 pm (UTC)Um. I suspect that is the most obvious statement I have written in quite a while.
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:03 am (UTC)*laughs* But it's kind of like saying, "Good God, Jensen is pretty!!" Obvious and yet totally needs to be stated.
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:21 am (UTC)Sometimes while watching SPN that is the ONLY THING IN MY HEAD.
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:24 am (UTC)Like that.
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Date: 2009-06-30 03:07 am (UTC)you win. actually wait. Misha wins. no! Jensen wins! hmm...
i win? because you posted this to make me HAPPY! and you did. and i can go to bed now feeling all squee and such. wonderful!
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Date: 2009-07-06 01:26 am (UTC)MiSHA should be careful... nobody can resist that face
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