RPS: Being Misha Collins
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errant_janeSo, this is a companion piece to this story and thus much more enjoyable if you've read it first.
Somehow, we have something of a universe plotted with this. At this point, I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kadiel_krieger and I are equally at fault. Go figure.
Title: Being Misha Collins
Universe: Useful Illusions
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. I'm not saying it did, or could or would. Really all I'm saying is, wouldn't it be hot?
Summary: Misha's evening starts out like the world's most awkward first date ever. It gets better. Eventually.
Being Misha Collins
Misha's not sure how he ended up at Jared and Jensen's for movie night, but he's fairly certain it's entirely Jensen's fault. Contrary to popular belief, this is generally a safe assumption to make.
What he remembers is at the end of the day they were having a conversation, something about road trips or cereal or bunnies. Misha wasn't really paying attention because while Jared was blathering about whatever, Jensen kept shooting Misha looks that translated roughly to, "In my mind, we're fucking right now."
Naturally, Misha's mind went there too, which is how he found himself agreeing to an invitation he hadn't actually heard. He can bullshit pretty convincingly on autopilot without getting himself into too much trouble. Usually.
He only tuned in when Jared said, "Awesome, we'll see you then."
Misha blinked as Jared walked away. "What did I just agree to?"
Jensen laughed and said, "You just won yourself an evening of Blue Velvet my friend."
Which meant that Jensen had been following the conversation. Which meant that Jensen's expressions were filthy liars. Misha isn't saying that Jensen tricked him into it. He just isn't saying he didn't, either.
All of it is a moot point, anyway, because he did agree and he does like Jared and there was a hint of a challenge in Jensen's smile that Misha can't resist. The game's been going on for awhile. Almost always when they're in a room full of people-- casual touches that are anything but and suggestive comments pitched low enough that only Misha can hear them. Sometimes, when they're watching the dailies, Misha wonders how nobody calls them on it-- this thing crackling and tangible between them. But, then, Jensen's better than most and Misha's more aware.
It is absolutely the last thing Misha expected to find behind Jensen's Nice Guy exterior and he couldn't be more pleased. He knows he's being played big time—with Jensen he seems to be perpetually off balance and there are very few people in this world who can accomplish that. Considering the fact that they've only gone so far is some fast, dirty and furtive kisses, Misha doesn't anticipate the novelty wearing off any time soon.
Getting involved with Jensen is a stupid idea, of that he has absolutely no doubt. Misha knows the type-- those people who seem to feel the need to make their own complications for whatever reason. Hell, Misha is the type, so he has some idea of just how wrong this could go. But Misha's never been one to make the logical leap from "This is a colossally bad idea" to "Maybe I shouldn't do it."
So, here he is, sitting on too-small a couch between Jared and Jensen like the world's most awkward first date, watching a movie that he could cheerfully never see again. When he thinks that it couldn't possibly get anymore ridiculous, Jensen falls asleep and Jared starts vibrating next to him like he snorted a handful of pixie stix.
Misha fishes for something to say to ease the waves of tension that are coming off of Jared, only he has absolutely no idea what the cause is, and therefore doesn't have a clue as to how to get rid of it. Jensen has made it explicitly clear that what's going on between them is none of Jared's business, which is fine by Misha. He's not exactly eager to have the, "what are your intentions" conversation with Jared Padalecki. For one thing, he'd have to figure out what his intentions are beyond sex, which won't happen until after sex.
No matter what, it would be an awkward conversation all around.
Misha chooses and discards several possible conversation topics before settling on, "So when do we get to the part with the horse?" Jokes are always good.
"That's National Velvet." Jared apparently downshifts from tense to pissy.
"Glittery bisexual rock stars?"
"Velvet Goldmine"
Huh. Misha hadn't actually expected Jared to get that one. But Jared's proven his tastes to be both varied and bizarre, so Misha decides against asking. Instead says, "Hmm. What about...No wait, that's actually a cheese food, nevermind." If nothing else, at least now he's amused.
Instead of responding to him, Jared turns a glare on Jensen that Misha takes to mean they're in agreement on his defection from consciousness to the land of Nod.
He's about to say something to that effect when Dog jumps up on the couch and bulldozes its way to where Misha would rather be, laying across Jensen's lap.
Misha looks at Jared, expecting him to say something. When nothing is immediately forthcoming, he looks at Dog and then back at Jared. "Is this necessary?" He waves his hand over the offending animal.
Jared looks obnoxiously pleased. "Dude, you're in her spot. If I were you, I'd be thanking my lucky stars she's not on top of you."
"Generally, humans are supposed to control the canines, not the other way around." It's not that Misha hates dogs. It's just that he feels like they have their place and the already crowded couch is not it.
"You're just pissed she beat you to Jensen's lap."
For a split second, Misha thinks he's been caught out, but the smug look on Jared's face makes him realize that Jared just thinks he's being clever. Misha smirks at himself for being paranoid and flings his arm along the back of the couch to refrain from absent-mindedly petting the animal encroaching on his personal space. "It couldn't possibly be that I don't care for smelly dogs without boundaries drooling all over me."
"My house, my dog, my drool." Jared says that far too proudly and Misha isn't built to resist that kind of opening.
"Oh. Oh!" He widens his eyes with faux innocence. "You're one of those people who has a 'special relationship' with his dogs? Hey, I don't pass judgment. The dog is, after all, man's best friend." He turns to look pointedly at Dog and can't quite keep his gaze from traveling to where its head is resting in Jensen's lap. From Jensen's lap up his body to the relaxed lines of his face.
"You're missing the movie." Jared is back to sounding tense.
Dog whines and it takes everything Misha has not to watch as Jensen moves his hand to stroke the stupid thing's head. It speaks to how far-gone he already is that he thinks, If only it were that easy. He withholds the sigh that threatens to escape and says, "Right, the movie." The best he can do is turn in the direction of the television, but his gaze remains unfocused. He's too aware of the fact that Jensen is just beyond the tips of his fingers.
Next to him Jared is apparently still having some sort of existential crisis. He leans forward, grabs the remote to pause the movie and hops out of his seat. Misha thinks it must be exhausting to be Jared sometimes.
"Go to bed, man. You're thrashed."
Misha turns to see Jared trying to rouse Jensen.
Thankfully, Jensen just twitches and mumbles, "Wha? No'm listening. Honest." He makes a humming noise and hunkers down a little deeper into the couch.
Jared shrugs and heads toward the kitchen, leaving Misha with the option of either staring at the frozen TV screen or studying Jensen as he sleeps, which makes him feel a little creepy at this stage of things.
Which would be? the voice in his head asks. To be fair, it's a good question. The shit that's been happening on set could be explained away by the fact that Jensen's obviously got more than a passing acquaintance with an exhibition kink. Which is fine. Misha's okay with playing games, he's just not sure that they're playing the same one. Or, if they are, they're clearly playing by different rules.
Misha stares at the entertainment center and realizes that if he tilts his head in the right way, he can study Jensen's reflection, which is much less creepy than staring at him outright. The problem is, Misha has only a vague idea of what's going on in Jensen's head and Misha's not used to flying blind. While that's, admittedly, part of the thrill, it's also incredibly frustrating.
Beside him, Jensen twitches and Dog huffs in response. Misha watches Jensen's reflection, wondering how someone can look so absurdly attractive while they're sleeping. Wonders if he looks that attractive asleep. Probably not, but he's never thought to ask anyone.
"Nachos!" Jared hollers suddenly, like he's got a food-specific version of Tourette's.
Misha wonders how Jensen is still asleep. But maybe Jared does that all the time and he's used to it by now. "Yeah. Okay." Might as well use this opportunity to unload some beer.
When he gets back to the couch, he sees that Dog has used the opportunity of his absence to encroach further on his territory. Misha narrows his eyes and thinks, Two can play at this game. Doesn't say it out loud, just in case Jensen's not entirely asleep. He sits down on the couch hard, jostling Dog enough that it turns its head to give him a disgruntled look before hopping off the couch and padding toward the kitchen.
Victory is mine! Misha scoots back toward the center and stretches his arm out along the back of the couch.
It seems, however, that victory is not without its consequences. The brief scuffle apparently wakes Jensen up enough for him to decide he wants to be more comfortable. Without opening his eyes, he flops around until he's fully stretched out, his head on the pillow against the armrest, his legs flopped onto Misha's lap.
Misha narrows his eyes and casts Jensen a suspicious look, but Jensen looks completely at peace and innocent in a way that seems unaffected and Misha can't quite bring himself to look away.
This is naturally the moment that Jared decides to rejoin them, carrying food and beer and looking far too smug for someone with so ridiculous a haircut. Whatever his damage was, he seems to have Dr. Phil'd his way through it in the kitchen.
"That's why I sit in the recliner when Jensen's tired. No respect. Just shove him off."
Misha shrugs like it's no big thing and mumbles his thanks as Jared hands him his nachos. He thinks it's more than a little amusing that Jared would defend to his death the dog's right to shove its ass in Misha's face, but is actively encouraging Misha to roll his best friend off the couch. Briefly, he actually considers it, but that probably isn't the best route to getting laid.
He sets his plate aside and shifts a little, finding a more comfortable position. Then Jensen's legs settle heavy and warm across his lap. The rest of the movie is a new version of Misha's personal hell. Because it's comfortable in a way that it shouldn't be yet, like they are already in a place that Misha doesn't usually get to with lovers. At the same time, Misha's tuned in to every little movement Jensen makes, feels every stretch and noise like he just hit puberty and discovered porn all in the same day. The movie seems to last for approximately five hours.
Jared jumps up as soon as the credits start rolling, gathering plates and bottles like his life depends on it, clanking everything together and dashing to the kitchen without a word. All things considered, Padalecki is one strange cat.
When the water starts running in the kitchen, Misha turns his attention to Jensen, catches the slow smile that spreads across his face and starts tapping his heel in annoyance. He gives into the temptation that's been plaguing him all night and spreads his hand over Jensen's thigh. As a reward, or maybe punishment, Jensen stretches and presses against Misha under the pretense of yawning.
The faker. "I knew it." Misha pokes Jensen in the chest. "Tease."
Jensen looks far too smug. "Who, me?" The rough edge of his voice is distracting enough that Misha's surprised when Jensen's fingers wrap around his wrist.
Misha allows Jensen to tug his arm up, shuts his eyes and leans his head back when Jensen's lips close around his finger. He manages to stifle a groan as Jensen sucks lightly, but it's too much. This new stimulation on top of everything else and Misha has to pull his hand back before he embarrasses himself.
The noise Jensen makes is going on Misha's mental tally as a victory. It makes Misha smile. "Jared's not fifteen feet and a wall away. As I remember it, you're the one keen on exercising discretion."
A predatory look flares in Jensen's eyes, one that suggests that this stage of the game is officially over, but Jensen's eyes have lied before, so Misha waits. After a moment, Jensen moves. Swings his legs off Misha's lap, folds them under him and then straddles Misha's lap, way more graceful than is really fair. God definitely gave with multiple hands the day He made Jensen Ackles.
Jensen runs his hands through Misha's hair and Misha tilts his head back, studying Jensen through half-lidded eyes. "Maybe." He leans down and nips at Misha's neck, below his ear. "I don't give a fuck about Jared right now." His voice is pitched low enough to make a lie of that statement.
They both jump when Jared starts making loud noises from the kitchen with a pan. "Everything okay in there?" Misha asks, then sighs as Jensen moves off of his lap and sits next to him on the couch.
"Yeah. Great. Super."
Misha turns to Jensen. "Is he always so spastic?"
"He must've found a bag of candy." Jensen rubs his hand over his face, then grins. "So..."
"Going to bed!" Jared shouts, and a moment later, they hear him thudding upstairs.
Once again, Misha wonders if Jared is prone to sudden, loud pronouncements in general, or if they are purely for his benefit. "I guess that's my cue," he says and stands.
"Your cue?" Jensen doesn't try and stop him, just follows him to the entryway.
"It's been..." Misha stops, searching for the appropriate description. "Very weird." Coming from Misha, that's saying quite a lot. He gets the front door open to the point where he thinks that this is where the night is actually going to end. Then, at the last possible moment, Jensen reaches past him and pushes the door closed. Flips the deadbolt and sets the alarm.
"You weren't really gonna leave now, were you?" Jensen says low, his lips moving against Misha's ear.
Misha leans back into the welcoming heat of Jensen's body, lets his head fall against Jensen's shoulder as Jensen slips his hands under Misha's shirt. "Were you going to ask me to stay?"
"Ask?" Jensen's chuckle wraps low in Misha's belly. "No." His fingertips dip beneath the waistband of Misha's jeans.
"Yeah, okay." Misha thinks that he would be perfectly content to spend the rest of the evening having Jensen feel him up in the entryway, but Jensen apparently has other ideas.
"Bedroom." He turns Misha in the right direction, gives him a little shove and then smacks him on the ass.
Misha makes a mental note to be offended about that later. Halfway to the bedroom, he realizes that Jensen is no longer behind him. He turns around, walks back to the kitchen and finds Jensen at the sink doing dishes.
"What the hell?"
"I'm just gonna finish these up." Jensen smiles like he can't quite contain this level of glee and nods his head toward the bedroom. "Go get undressed, I'll be there in a sec." With that, he goes about cleaning up what's left of the mess in the kitchen.
When Misha doesn't move, Jensen looks up again and says, "Dude, it's like three dishes."
Misha gives him his best glare, but Jensen is no longer paying attention so, for lack of anything better to do, turns and walks to Jensen's bedroom. Kicks himself for being ten kinds of idiotic. He should have had a better come back for that. Jensen clearly makes him stupid.
He doesn't bother with the light, the moon is shining bright enough through the window that he doesn't have any problem seeing the OCD orderliness of Jensen's room. There are a few art posters on the wall, a desk in the corner with a closed laptop and a framed family picture. Misha peeks in the closet and finds the clothes and shoes arranged by style and color. It's so neurotic as to be kind of adorable.
The only thing not perfectly arranged is the bed, which looks perfectly mussed. Misha feels pretty safe in assuming that's not an accident.
"Look who's still dressed."
When Misha turns, he sees Jensen leaning against the doorframe, easy as you please. Gorgeous and predatory, and Misha's logical half attempts to offer one last protest of why they shouldn't be there, but the thought doesn't go very far. There isn't any part of Misha that doesn't want Jensen like this, seductive smile and bathed in moonlight. "I haven't decided if I'm staying or not."
"That so?"
"I mean, if you have some pressing laundry to do..." Misha trails off as Jensen pushes away from the wall and starts walking toward him. The way Jensen's face lights up makes Misha think that was the wrong thing to say.
"Well, hell. If I'da known you were so hard up." Now he's just rubbing it in.
"You're not the only available piece of ass around, Ackles." It comes out sounding a little more defensive than Misha cares for, but Jensen is standing in front of him, stripping off his shirt and Misha's in danger of losing the thread of the conversation.
"Maybe not. But I’m the best." Jensen grins cocky and reaches out to remove Misha's shirt.
Misha waits until it's gone before answering. "That remains to be seen."
"C'mon, baby. Don't be like that," Jensen says, his tone a mix of smarmy and oddly cajoling. He rests his hand on the back of Misha's neck and steps in closer, leaning down. "Christ," he whispers against Misha's lips.
It's different, this slick, slow, open-mouthed kiss. A complete 180 from everything that's led up to it, bordering on sweet until Jensen places his other hand high up on Misha's back and pulls him closer, tilts his head and turns the kiss into something much dirtier.
The world shrinks down to wrap around them until everything feels too close, wavering on the line between overwhelming and perfect. Given the choice between the two, Misha always goes for overwhelming. The best moments of his life have always been those spent in the freefall, reveling in the build up to the crash and burn.
He reaches between them to undo the button of Jensen's jeans, groans when Jensen breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against Misha's.
"Yeah," Jensen whispers. Licks his lips and says it again in a rough-catch way that sounds almost broken, but they aren't even close to there yet.
Misha pulls back to look at Jensen's face, half in shadow at this angle and there's a moment of something before the cocky smile snaps back. It's not until then that Misha realizes it was missing.
"Let's get this show on the road." Jensen reaches down, makes short work of Misha's pants while Misha is still fumbling with his.
Once they're both blissfully naked, there's a brief struggle for the upper hand that's somewhere between playful and earnest. It ends with Jensen pushing Misha onto the bed.
"Just so you know," Misha says as Jensen crawls after him. "Don't expect this He-Man alpha thing to be the status quo." For the moment, he allows it because it's working for him on multiple levels and Misha's man enough to occasionally turn the reins over to someone else.
Jensen's answering laugh is low and intimate as he moves slowly up the bed, hovering close enough that Misha can feel the heat of his body, but they're not actually touching and a heightened sense of awareness buzzes hard under Misha's skin.
"What do you want?" Misha asks. He meant the question to be teasing, but his voice sounds ragged in his own ears and Jensen laughs again.
"What I want..." Jensen scrapes his chin over Misha's chest before moving up to close his teeth gently over the shell of Misha's ear. "What I want is to rewind." Two of Jensen's fingers press at Misha's lips and Misha wraps his lips around them without hesitation. He sucks lightly, pressing his tongue against the pads, tasting dish soap and saltiness underneath. "I want to strip you down, lay you out, suck you slow until your toes curl and your muscles give out. I want to hear you scream for me until your throat goes raw. I want to do it with Jared not fifteen feet and a wall away. I want you to be so far gone that you don't care."
Jensen pulls his fingers out of Misha's mouth and plucks at Misha's nipple with them. "What do you say?"
Misha smiles sharply, would laugh but he can't seem to catch his breath enough to do so. "Anyone ever tell you what a charmer you are, Ackles?" The last name is a defense mechanism, Misha knows, and he admits to himself that maybe he's not comfortable with giving up quite this much control this early on. "For all the aw shucks candy coating, your creamy little center is a delightfully kinky bastard."
He tries to bring their bodies together, but Jensen resists, backing away and lowering his head so that his mouth is the only part of him touching skin as he kisses and licks his way down Misha's torso, stopping to suck and bite marks onto Misha's hips.
The groan Misha can't hold back echoes through the room and he nearly shouts when Jensen pauses. But as it turns out, the pause is just a precursor to the wet heat of Jensen's mouth surrounding him and Misha ends up moaning the stream of obscenities that have been pressing in his throat.
It shouldn't surprise him that Jensen is so good at this, but somehow it does. Catches him completely off guard, maybe because Misha assumed that the bulk of Jensen's arrogance was wrapped up in being so pretty. So he has no defenses prepared against the happy hmm's Jensen makes as his lips move over him, filthy and perfect in every way possible. He can only spread his legs further, thrust up into Jensen's mouth and Jensen just lets him. Doesn't move to pull off when Misha's hands settle on the back of his head.
The weird combination of dominance and compliance on Jensen's part breaks something in Misha and he sort of loses a conscious awareness of what's going on. He can hear himself panting and babbling, knows that it increases both in speed and volume at the slow press of Jensen's slick fingers into his body and all he can do is give himself over to it as his orgasm rips through him.
It's entirely possible that he blacks out for a moment. The next thing he's aware of is the fact that Jensen is still swallowing around him, his fingers still working Misha open and it's too much. He tugs at Jensen's hair to pull him off.
What happens next, Misha is pretty sure, is a whole lot of Jensen manhandling him into an acceptable position, but he's feeling sated enough not to mind overly much about it. He ends up curled on his knees, his back exposed to Jensen as Jensen presses a hand heavy against his neck.
The tip of Jensen's tongue traces up Misha's spine before Jensen leans forward to ask, "What do you want, Misha?"
Misha mentally flips through several smart-ass answers, even as he feels the head of Jensen's cock against his ass and his body betrays him as he makes a noise and presses back. Pride wars with desire until Misha finally settles on, "Fuck me." There's enough of a belligerent edge on it to suit Misha's pride.
He shivers as Jensen's hand trails from his neck to his hip, can't stop the hiss of pain as Jensen squeezes. It's way too soon for him to start getting hard again, but it doesn't stop Misha from wanting.
Jensen's answer, when it comes, sounds casual enough. "Now that's not exactly cordial, is it?" But the twitch of his hips and the stutter of his hands over Misha's skin give him away. His control is slipping and Misha is happy to pick up the slack.
"Do I need to issue a written invitation?"
The growl Jensen issues as he thrusts into Misha's body is one of the most satisfying things Misha has ever heard. He comes up easily when Jensen wraps his arms around him, rolls his hips against Jensen's jerky movements, knowing it isn't going to last long. Jensen leans down and bites Misha's shoulder hard before yelling, "Fuck, yes!" Loud enough that it rings in Misha's ear as Jensen comes, shaking and scraping blunt fingernails over Misha's stomach and chest.
Jensen leans down and kisses the spot he bit, kisses again at the curve of Misha's neck, startlingly sweet before unwrapping his body from Misha's and moving away. Misha feels overly aware of every scratch and bite that Jensen has left on his body. Thinks he could feel ridges of Jensen's fingerprints if he tried. He's not sure if Jensen is typically rough, or if he has purposefully been marked. He's not sure which he wants it to be.
Misha stretches onto his side as Jensen rolls off the bed and disposes of the condom that Misha had been so far gone as to be completely unaware of. He's sure he'll feel chagrined about that later, but right now all he feels is pleased and kind of sleepy.
"Something to drink?" Jensen asks. While he waits for Misha's answer, he stretches in a way that is nothing more than a blatant invitation to look at his body. Which Misha happily accepts.
"Split a beer?" Misha says finally.
Jensen nods and sets off to the kitchen without bothering to pull on pants. Misha has to laugh at that, because, Christ. What has he gotten himself into?
For a moment he thinks he hears a sound overhead, a creaking or something, and he worries that maybe they woke Jared up. He sits up a little, cocks his head and listens. "Do hear something?" he asks as Jensen walks back into the room, beer in hand.
"What?" Jensen takes a sip from the bottle and then hands it over. "Probably just Jared taking a piss."
Something seems off about that answer, but Misha couldn't say what. "You don't think we woke him?" He watches Jensen out of the corner of his eye as he accepts his drink.
"I promise you, we didn't wake Jared up." Jensen takes the bottle back for another sip and Misha watches the way his throat moves as he swallows. "Does this mean you're staying." Jensen shakes the bottle a little and then sets it on the nightstand.
"Is that an invitation?" Misha scoots over a little as Jensen crawls back onto the bed. "Because I've gotta tell you, you're kind of a dick about issuing them."
Jensen laughs softly and pulls Misha in for a slow, soft kiss. When he pulls back, he says, "Maybe I'm just a dick in general. D'you ever think of that?"
When Misha opens his eyes, he catches a flash of something on Jensen's face. "The thought has crossed my mind," he says slowly. "But, no. I don't think that's who you are."
The look on Jensen's face this time is surprised, and the following kiss is rough-edged and raw. "Stay," Jensen whispers against his lips, their faces still too close together for Misha to read his expression.
"Yeah." Misha initiates the kiss this time. "Yeah, I'll stay."
Jensen presses Misha gently onto his back and somehow they're making out, lazy and intense in that way that usually builds up to sex.
Of all the things about Jensen that surprise Misha, the fact that they would go about this completely fucking backwards isn't one of them.
It's some time later that exhaustion finally takes over, and Misha falls asleep to the feel of Jensen's fingertips tracing idle patterns over his skin.
He wakes up thinking Holy Fucking Shit!. The next thing he's conscious of is Jensen's laughter. "What the fuck? Do you have ice cubes?" Misha sucks in his breath as Jensen presses freezing fingers and toes against him and tries to wriggle away. "Stop that."
Jensen just laughs harder.
Once Misha is as far away from Jensen as he can get, he glares and says, "What is wrong with you?"
"I had to let the dogs out," Jensen says once he can catch his breath. "It's cold outside."
"Try shoes next time."
"Nah." Jensen shakes his head. "Then I would have missed seeing that look on you're face." He places a hand against Misha's neck.
With a little help from the element of surprise, Misha ends up getting Jensen on his back, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head. "Something tells me you weren't spanked enough as a child."
Jensen raises an eyebrow. "That an offer? 'Cause I've gotta tell you, man. If I had a daddy kink, I would've just hit on Jeff while he was here."
The mental image that throws at him is something Misha will be appreciating for awhile. "You could do worse."
"I’m here with you, aren't I?"
Misha snorts. "I do appreciate your slumming it, in case I didn't thank you before."
"I do what I can to help those in need." Jensen winks and rolls his hips in a decidedly intriguing way and Misha thinks, Yeah, okay.
Except that it's getting light out. Shit. Misha glances at the clock and it's not quite the ungodly hour he had hoped. Not nearly early enough for a repeat of last night. Not if he wants to get out of the house without Jared noticing. "I should go."
If he weren't watching for it, Misha wouldn't have seen the disappointment flash across Jensen's face. "Yeah, sure. That's probably a good idea."
Instead of getting up, Misha lets go of Jensen's wrists, leans down and instigates a kiss, slow and thorough until Jensen is clutching at his back, arching up into him. "I am nowhere near done with you, Jensen," he whispers when they break apart.
"Yeah, you should go," Jensen says in response, then pulls him down for another kiss.
Maybe they have some time yet.
***
ETA: For an idea of what Jensen thinks about everything, Behind the Line
Somehow, we have something of a universe plotted with this. At this point, I think
kadiel_krieger and I are equally at fault. Go figure. Title: Being Misha Collins
Universe: Useful Illusions
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. I'm not saying it did, or could or would. Really all I'm saying is, wouldn't it be hot?
Summary: Misha's evening starts out like the world's most awkward first date ever. It gets better. Eventually.
Being Misha Collins
Misha's not sure how he ended up at Jared and Jensen's for movie night, but he's fairly certain it's entirely Jensen's fault. Contrary to popular belief, this is generally a safe assumption to make.
What he remembers is at the end of the day they were having a conversation, something about road trips or cereal or bunnies. Misha wasn't really paying attention because while Jared was blathering about whatever, Jensen kept shooting Misha looks that translated roughly to, "In my mind, we're fucking right now."
Naturally, Misha's mind went there too, which is how he found himself agreeing to an invitation he hadn't actually heard. He can bullshit pretty convincingly on autopilot without getting himself into too much trouble. Usually.
He only tuned in when Jared said, "Awesome, we'll see you then."
Misha blinked as Jared walked away. "What did I just agree to?"
Jensen laughed and said, "You just won yourself an evening of Blue Velvet my friend."
Which meant that Jensen had been following the conversation. Which meant that Jensen's expressions were filthy liars. Misha isn't saying that Jensen tricked him into it. He just isn't saying he didn't, either.
All of it is a moot point, anyway, because he did agree and he does like Jared and there was a hint of a challenge in Jensen's smile that Misha can't resist. The game's been going on for awhile. Almost always when they're in a room full of people-- casual touches that are anything but and suggestive comments pitched low enough that only Misha can hear them. Sometimes, when they're watching the dailies, Misha wonders how nobody calls them on it-- this thing crackling and tangible between them. But, then, Jensen's better than most and Misha's more aware.
It is absolutely the last thing Misha expected to find behind Jensen's Nice Guy exterior and he couldn't be more pleased. He knows he's being played big time—with Jensen he seems to be perpetually off balance and there are very few people in this world who can accomplish that. Considering the fact that they've only gone so far is some fast, dirty and furtive kisses, Misha doesn't anticipate the novelty wearing off any time soon.
Getting involved with Jensen is a stupid idea, of that he has absolutely no doubt. Misha knows the type-- those people who seem to feel the need to make their own complications for whatever reason. Hell, Misha is the type, so he has some idea of just how wrong this could go. But Misha's never been one to make the logical leap from "This is a colossally bad idea" to "Maybe I shouldn't do it."
So, here he is, sitting on too-small a couch between Jared and Jensen like the world's most awkward first date, watching a movie that he could cheerfully never see again. When he thinks that it couldn't possibly get anymore ridiculous, Jensen falls asleep and Jared starts vibrating next to him like he snorted a handful of pixie stix.
Misha fishes for something to say to ease the waves of tension that are coming off of Jared, only he has absolutely no idea what the cause is, and therefore doesn't have a clue as to how to get rid of it. Jensen has made it explicitly clear that what's going on between them is none of Jared's business, which is fine by Misha. He's not exactly eager to have the, "what are your intentions" conversation with Jared Padalecki. For one thing, he'd have to figure out what his intentions are beyond sex, which won't happen until after sex.
No matter what, it would be an awkward conversation all around.
Misha chooses and discards several possible conversation topics before settling on, "So when do we get to the part with the horse?" Jokes are always good.
"That's National Velvet." Jared apparently downshifts from tense to pissy.
"Glittery bisexual rock stars?"
"Velvet Goldmine"
Huh. Misha hadn't actually expected Jared to get that one. But Jared's proven his tastes to be both varied and bizarre, so Misha decides against asking. Instead says, "Hmm. What about...No wait, that's actually a cheese food, nevermind." If nothing else, at least now he's amused.
Instead of responding to him, Jared turns a glare on Jensen that Misha takes to mean they're in agreement on his defection from consciousness to the land of Nod.
He's about to say something to that effect when Dog jumps up on the couch and bulldozes its way to where Misha would rather be, laying across Jensen's lap.
Misha looks at Jared, expecting him to say something. When nothing is immediately forthcoming, he looks at Dog and then back at Jared. "Is this necessary?" He waves his hand over the offending animal.
Jared looks obnoxiously pleased. "Dude, you're in her spot. If I were you, I'd be thanking my lucky stars she's not on top of you."
"Generally, humans are supposed to control the canines, not the other way around." It's not that Misha hates dogs. It's just that he feels like they have their place and the already crowded couch is not it.
"You're just pissed she beat you to Jensen's lap."
For a split second, Misha thinks he's been caught out, but the smug look on Jared's face makes him realize that Jared just thinks he's being clever. Misha smirks at himself for being paranoid and flings his arm along the back of the couch to refrain from absent-mindedly petting the animal encroaching on his personal space. "It couldn't possibly be that I don't care for smelly dogs without boundaries drooling all over me."
"My house, my dog, my drool." Jared says that far too proudly and Misha isn't built to resist that kind of opening.
"Oh. Oh!" He widens his eyes with faux innocence. "You're one of those people who has a 'special relationship' with his dogs? Hey, I don't pass judgment. The dog is, after all, man's best friend." He turns to look pointedly at Dog and can't quite keep his gaze from traveling to where its head is resting in Jensen's lap. From Jensen's lap up his body to the relaxed lines of his face.
"You're missing the movie." Jared is back to sounding tense.
Dog whines and it takes everything Misha has not to watch as Jensen moves his hand to stroke the stupid thing's head. It speaks to how far-gone he already is that he thinks, If only it were that easy. He withholds the sigh that threatens to escape and says, "Right, the movie." The best he can do is turn in the direction of the television, but his gaze remains unfocused. He's too aware of the fact that Jensen is just beyond the tips of his fingers.
Next to him Jared is apparently still having some sort of existential crisis. He leans forward, grabs the remote to pause the movie and hops out of his seat. Misha thinks it must be exhausting to be Jared sometimes.
"Go to bed, man. You're thrashed."
Misha turns to see Jared trying to rouse Jensen.
Thankfully, Jensen just twitches and mumbles, "Wha? No'm listening. Honest." He makes a humming noise and hunkers down a little deeper into the couch.
Jared shrugs and heads toward the kitchen, leaving Misha with the option of either staring at the frozen TV screen or studying Jensen as he sleeps, which makes him feel a little creepy at this stage of things.
Which would be? the voice in his head asks. To be fair, it's a good question. The shit that's been happening on set could be explained away by the fact that Jensen's obviously got more than a passing acquaintance with an exhibition kink. Which is fine. Misha's okay with playing games, he's just not sure that they're playing the same one. Or, if they are, they're clearly playing by different rules.
Misha stares at the entertainment center and realizes that if he tilts his head in the right way, he can study Jensen's reflection, which is much less creepy than staring at him outright. The problem is, Misha has only a vague idea of what's going on in Jensen's head and Misha's not used to flying blind. While that's, admittedly, part of the thrill, it's also incredibly frustrating.
Beside him, Jensen twitches and Dog huffs in response. Misha watches Jensen's reflection, wondering how someone can look so absurdly attractive while they're sleeping. Wonders if he looks that attractive asleep. Probably not, but he's never thought to ask anyone.
"Nachos!" Jared hollers suddenly, like he's got a food-specific version of Tourette's.
Misha wonders how Jensen is still asleep. But maybe Jared does that all the time and he's used to it by now. "Yeah. Okay." Might as well use this opportunity to unload some beer.
When he gets back to the couch, he sees that Dog has used the opportunity of his absence to encroach further on his territory. Misha narrows his eyes and thinks, Two can play at this game. Doesn't say it out loud, just in case Jensen's not entirely asleep. He sits down on the couch hard, jostling Dog enough that it turns its head to give him a disgruntled look before hopping off the couch and padding toward the kitchen.
Victory is mine! Misha scoots back toward the center and stretches his arm out along the back of the couch.
It seems, however, that victory is not without its consequences. The brief scuffle apparently wakes Jensen up enough for him to decide he wants to be more comfortable. Without opening his eyes, he flops around until he's fully stretched out, his head on the pillow against the armrest, his legs flopped onto Misha's lap.
Misha narrows his eyes and casts Jensen a suspicious look, but Jensen looks completely at peace and innocent in a way that seems unaffected and Misha can't quite bring himself to look away.
This is naturally the moment that Jared decides to rejoin them, carrying food and beer and looking far too smug for someone with so ridiculous a haircut. Whatever his damage was, he seems to have Dr. Phil'd his way through it in the kitchen.
"That's why I sit in the recliner when Jensen's tired. No respect. Just shove him off."
Misha shrugs like it's no big thing and mumbles his thanks as Jared hands him his nachos. He thinks it's more than a little amusing that Jared would defend to his death the dog's right to shove its ass in Misha's face, but is actively encouraging Misha to roll his best friend off the couch. Briefly, he actually considers it, but that probably isn't the best route to getting laid.
He sets his plate aside and shifts a little, finding a more comfortable position. Then Jensen's legs settle heavy and warm across his lap. The rest of the movie is a new version of Misha's personal hell. Because it's comfortable in a way that it shouldn't be yet, like they are already in a place that Misha doesn't usually get to with lovers. At the same time, Misha's tuned in to every little movement Jensen makes, feels every stretch and noise like he just hit puberty and discovered porn all in the same day. The movie seems to last for approximately five hours.
Jared jumps up as soon as the credits start rolling, gathering plates and bottles like his life depends on it, clanking everything together and dashing to the kitchen without a word. All things considered, Padalecki is one strange cat.
When the water starts running in the kitchen, Misha turns his attention to Jensen, catches the slow smile that spreads across his face and starts tapping his heel in annoyance. He gives into the temptation that's been plaguing him all night and spreads his hand over Jensen's thigh. As a reward, or maybe punishment, Jensen stretches and presses against Misha under the pretense of yawning.
The faker. "I knew it." Misha pokes Jensen in the chest. "Tease."
Jensen looks far too smug. "Who, me?" The rough edge of his voice is distracting enough that Misha's surprised when Jensen's fingers wrap around his wrist.
Misha allows Jensen to tug his arm up, shuts his eyes and leans his head back when Jensen's lips close around his finger. He manages to stifle a groan as Jensen sucks lightly, but it's too much. This new stimulation on top of everything else and Misha has to pull his hand back before he embarrasses himself.
The noise Jensen makes is going on Misha's mental tally as a victory. It makes Misha smile. "Jared's not fifteen feet and a wall away. As I remember it, you're the one keen on exercising discretion."
A predatory look flares in Jensen's eyes, one that suggests that this stage of the game is officially over, but Jensen's eyes have lied before, so Misha waits. After a moment, Jensen moves. Swings his legs off Misha's lap, folds them under him and then straddles Misha's lap, way more graceful than is really fair. God definitely gave with multiple hands the day He made Jensen Ackles.
Jensen runs his hands through Misha's hair and Misha tilts his head back, studying Jensen through half-lidded eyes. "Maybe." He leans down and nips at Misha's neck, below his ear. "I don't give a fuck about Jared right now." His voice is pitched low enough to make a lie of that statement.
They both jump when Jared starts making loud noises from the kitchen with a pan. "Everything okay in there?" Misha asks, then sighs as Jensen moves off of his lap and sits next to him on the couch.
"Yeah. Great. Super."
Misha turns to Jensen. "Is he always so spastic?"
"He must've found a bag of candy." Jensen rubs his hand over his face, then grins. "So..."
"Going to bed!" Jared shouts, and a moment later, they hear him thudding upstairs.
Once again, Misha wonders if Jared is prone to sudden, loud pronouncements in general, or if they are purely for his benefit. "I guess that's my cue," he says and stands.
"Your cue?" Jensen doesn't try and stop him, just follows him to the entryway.
"It's been..." Misha stops, searching for the appropriate description. "Very weird." Coming from Misha, that's saying quite a lot. He gets the front door open to the point where he thinks that this is where the night is actually going to end. Then, at the last possible moment, Jensen reaches past him and pushes the door closed. Flips the deadbolt and sets the alarm.
"You weren't really gonna leave now, were you?" Jensen says low, his lips moving against Misha's ear.
Misha leans back into the welcoming heat of Jensen's body, lets his head fall against Jensen's shoulder as Jensen slips his hands under Misha's shirt. "Were you going to ask me to stay?"
"Ask?" Jensen's chuckle wraps low in Misha's belly. "No." His fingertips dip beneath the waistband of Misha's jeans.
"Yeah, okay." Misha thinks that he would be perfectly content to spend the rest of the evening having Jensen feel him up in the entryway, but Jensen apparently has other ideas.
"Bedroom." He turns Misha in the right direction, gives him a little shove and then smacks him on the ass.
Misha makes a mental note to be offended about that later. Halfway to the bedroom, he realizes that Jensen is no longer behind him. He turns around, walks back to the kitchen and finds Jensen at the sink doing dishes.
"What the hell?"
"I'm just gonna finish these up." Jensen smiles like he can't quite contain this level of glee and nods his head toward the bedroom. "Go get undressed, I'll be there in a sec." With that, he goes about cleaning up what's left of the mess in the kitchen.
When Misha doesn't move, Jensen looks up again and says, "Dude, it's like three dishes."
Misha gives him his best glare, but Jensen is no longer paying attention so, for lack of anything better to do, turns and walks to Jensen's bedroom. Kicks himself for being ten kinds of idiotic. He should have had a better come back for that. Jensen clearly makes him stupid.
He doesn't bother with the light, the moon is shining bright enough through the window that he doesn't have any problem seeing the OCD orderliness of Jensen's room. There are a few art posters on the wall, a desk in the corner with a closed laptop and a framed family picture. Misha peeks in the closet and finds the clothes and shoes arranged by style and color. It's so neurotic as to be kind of adorable.
The only thing not perfectly arranged is the bed, which looks perfectly mussed. Misha feels pretty safe in assuming that's not an accident.
"Look who's still dressed."
When Misha turns, he sees Jensen leaning against the doorframe, easy as you please. Gorgeous and predatory, and Misha's logical half attempts to offer one last protest of why they shouldn't be there, but the thought doesn't go very far. There isn't any part of Misha that doesn't want Jensen like this, seductive smile and bathed in moonlight. "I haven't decided if I'm staying or not."
"That so?"
"I mean, if you have some pressing laundry to do..." Misha trails off as Jensen pushes away from the wall and starts walking toward him. The way Jensen's face lights up makes Misha think that was the wrong thing to say.
"Well, hell. If I'da known you were so hard up." Now he's just rubbing it in.
"You're not the only available piece of ass around, Ackles." It comes out sounding a little more defensive than Misha cares for, but Jensen is standing in front of him, stripping off his shirt and Misha's in danger of losing the thread of the conversation.
"Maybe not. But I’m the best." Jensen grins cocky and reaches out to remove Misha's shirt.
Misha waits until it's gone before answering. "That remains to be seen."
"C'mon, baby. Don't be like that," Jensen says, his tone a mix of smarmy and oddly cajoling. He rests his hand on the back of Misha's neck and steps in closer, leaning down. "Christ," he whispers against Misha's lips.
It's different, this slick, slow, open-mouthed kiss. A complete 180 from everything that's led up to it, bordering on sweet until Jensen places his other hand high up on Misha's back and pulls him closer, tilts his head and turns the kiss into something much dirtier.
The world shrinks down to wrap around them until everything feels too close, wavering on the line between overwhelming and perfect. Given the choice between the two, Misha always goes for overwhelming. The best moments of his life have always been those spent in the freefall, reveling in the build up to the crash and burn.
He reaches between them to undo the button of Jensen's jeans, groans when Jensen breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against Misha's.
"Yeah," Jensen whispers. Licks his lips and says it again in a rough-catch way that sounds almost broken, but they aren't even close to there yet.
Misha pulls back to look at Jensen's face, half in shadow at this angle and there's a moment of something before the cocky smile snaps back. It's not until then that Misha realizes it was missing.
"Let's get this show on the road." Jensen reaches down, makes short work of Misha's pants while Misha is still fumbling with his.
Once they're both blissfully naked, there's a brief struggle for the upper hand that's somewhere between playful and earnest. It ends with Jensen pushing Misha onto the bed.
"Just so you know," Misha says as Jensen crawls after him. "Don't expect this He-Man alpha thing to be the status quo." For the moment, he allows it because it's working for him on multiple levels and Misha's man enough to occasionally turn the reins over to someone else.
Jensen's answering laugh is low and intimate as he moves slowly up the bed, hovering close enough that Misha can feel the heat of his body, but they're not actually touching and a heightened sense of awareness buzzes hard under Misha's skin.
"What do you want?" Misha asks. He meant the question to be teasing, but his voice sounds ragged in his own ears and Jensen laughs again.
"What I want..." Jensen scrapes his chin over Misha's chest before moving up to close his teeth gently over the shell of Misha's ear. "What I want is to rewind." Two of Jensen's fingers press at Misha's lips and Misha wraps his lips around them without hesitation. He sucks lightly, pressing his tongue against the pads, tasting dish soap and saltiness underneath. "I want to strip you down, lay you out, suck you slow until your toes curl and your muscles give out. I want to hear you scream for me until your throat goes raw. I want to do it with Jared not fifteen feet and a wall away. I want you to be so far gone that you don't care."
Jensen pulls his fingers out of Misha's mouth and plucks at Misha's nipple with them. "What do you say?"
Misha smiles sharply, would laugh but he can't seem to catch his breath enough to do so. "Anyone ever tell you what a charmer you are, Ackles?" The last name is a defense mechanism, Misha knows, and he admits to himself that maybe he's not comfortable with giving up quite this much control this early on. "For all the aw shucks candy coating, your creamy little center is a delightfully kinky bastard."
He tries to bring their bodies together, but Jensen resists, backing away and lowering his head so that his mouth is the only part of him touching skin as he kisses and licks his way down Misha's torso, stopping to suck and bite marks onto Misha's hips.
The groan Misha can't hold back echoes through the room and he nearly shouts when Jensen pauses. But as it turns out, the pause is just a precursor to the wet heat of Jensen's mouth surrounding him and Misha ends up moaning the stream of obscenities that have been pressing in his throat.
It shouldn't surprise him that Jensen is so good at this, but somehow it does. Catches him completely off guard, maybe because Misha assumed that the bulk of Jensen's arrogance was wrapped up in being so pretty. So he has no defenses prepared against the happy hmm's Jensen makes as his lips move over him, filthy and perfect in every way possible. He can only spread his legs further, thrust up into Jensen's mouth and Jensen just lets him. Doesn't move to pull off when Misha's hands settle on the back of his head.
The weird combination of dominance and compliance on Jensen's part breaks something in Misha and he sort of loses a conscious awareness of what's going on. He can hear himself panting and babbling, knows that it increases both in speed and volume at the slow press of Jensen's slick fingers into his body and all he can do is give himself over to it as his orgasm rips through him.
It's entirely possible that he blacks out for a moment. The next thing he's aware of is the fact that Jensen is still swallowing around him, his fingers still working Misha open and it's too much. He tugs at Jensen's hair to pull him off.
What happens next, Misha is pretty sure, is a whole lot of Jensen manhandling him into an acceptable position, but he's feeling sated enough not to mind overly much about it. He ends up curled on his knees, his back exposed to Jensen as Jensen presses a hand heavy against his neck.
The tip of Jensen's tongue traces up Misha's spine before Jensen leans forward to ask, "What do you want, Misha?"
Misha mentally flips through several smart-ass answers, even as he feels the head of Jensen's cock against his ass and his body betrays him as he makes a noise and presses back. Pride wars with desire until Misha finally settles on, "Fuck me." There's enough of a belligerent edge on it to suit Misha's pride.
He shivers as Jensen's hand trails from his neck to his hip, can't stop the hiss of pain as Jensen squeezes. It's way too soon for him to start getting hard again, but it doesn't stop Misha from wanting.
Jensen's answer, when it comes, sounds casual enough. "Now that's not exactly cordial, is it?" But the twitch of his hips and the stutter of his hands over Misha's skin give him away. His control is slipping and Misha is happy to pick up the slack.
"Do I need to issue a written invitation?"
The growl Jensen issues as he thrusts into Misha's body is one of the most satisfying things Misha has ever heard. He comes up easily when Jensen wraps his arms around him, rolls his hips against Jensen's jerky movements, knowing it isn't going to last long. Jensen leans down and bites Misha's shoulder hard before yelling, "Fuck, yes!" Loud enough that it rings in Misha's ear as Jensen comes, shaking and scraping blunt fingernails over Misha's stomach and chest.
Jensen leans down and kisses the spot he bit, kisses again at the curve of Misha's neck, startlingly sweet before unwrapping his body from Misha's and moving away. Misha feels overly aware of every scratch and bite that Jensen has left on his body. Thinks he could feel ridges of Jensen's fingerprints if he tried. He's not sure if Jensen is typically rough, or if he has purposefully been marked. He's not sure which he wants it to be.
Misha stretches onto his side as Jensen rolls off the bed and disposes of the condom that Misha had been so far gone as to be completely unaware of. He's sure he'll feel chagrined about that later, but right now all he feels is pleased and kind of sleepy.
"Something to drink?" Jensen asks. While he waits for Misha's answer, he stretches in a way that is nothing more than a blatant invitation to look at his body. Which Misha happily accepts.
"Split a beer?" Misha says finally.
Jensen nods and sets off to the kitchen without bothering to pull on pants. Misha has to laugh at that, because, Christ. What has he gotten himself into?
For a moment he thinks he hears a sound overhead, a creaking or something, and he worries that maybe they woke Jared up. He sits up a little, cocks his head and listens. "Do hear something?" he asks as Jensen walks back into the room, beer in hand.
"What?" Jensen takes a sip from the bottle and then hands it over. "Probably just Jared taking a piss."
Something seems off about that answer, but Misha couldn't say what. "You don't think we woke him?" He watches Jensen out of the corner of his eye as he accepts his drink.
"I promise you, we didn't wake Jared up." Jensen takes the bottle back for another sip and Misha watches the way his throat moves as he swallows. "Does this mean you're staying." Jensen shakes the bottle a little and then sets it on the nightstand.
"Is that an invitation?" Misha scoots over a little as Jensen crawls back onto the bed. "Because I've gotta tell you, you're kind of a dick about issuing them."
Jensen laughs softly and pulls Misha in for a slow, soft kiss. When he pulls back, he says, "Maybe I'm just a dick in general. D'you ever think of that?"
When Misha opens his eyes, he catches a flash of something on Jensen's face. "The thought has crossed my mind," he says slowly. "But, no. I don't think that's who you are."
The look on Jensen's face this time is surprised, and the following kiss is rough-edged and raw. "Stay," Jensen whispers against his lips, their faces still too close together for Misha to read his expression.
"Yeah." Misha initiates the kiss this time. "Yeah, I'll stay."
Jensen presses Misha gently onto his back and somehow they're making out, lazy and intense in that way that usually builds up to sex.
Of all the things about Jensen that surprise Misha, the fact that they would go about this completely fucking backwards isn't one of them.
It's some time later that exhaustion finally takes over, and Misha falls asleep to the feel of Jensen's fingertips tracing idle patterns over his skin.
He wakes up thinking Holy Fucking Shit!. The next thing he's conscious of is Jensen's laughter. "What the fuck? Do you have ice cubes?" Misha sucks in his breath as Jensen presses freezing fingers and toes against him and tries to wriggle away. "Stop that."
Jensen just laughs harder.
Once Misha is as far away from Jensen as he can get, he glares and says, "What is wrong with you?"
"I had to let the dogs out," Jensen says once he can catch his breath. "It's cold outside."
"Try shoes next time."
"Nah." Jensen shakes his head. "Then I would have missed seeing that look on you're face." He places a hand against Misha's neck.
With a little help from the element of surprise, Misha ends up getting Jensen on his back, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head. "Something tells me you weren't spanked enough as a child."
Jensen raises an eyebrow. "That an offer? 'Cause I've gotta tell you, man. If I had a daddy kink, I would've just hit on Jeff while he was here."
The mental image that throws at him is something Misha will be appreciating for awhile. "You could do worse."
"I’m here with you, aren't I?"
Misha snorts. "I do appreciate your slumming it, in case I didn't thank you before."
"I do what I can to help those in need." Jensen winks and rolls his hips in a decidedly intriguing way and Misha thinks, Yeah, okay.
Except that it's getting light out. Shit. Misha glances at the clock and it's not quite the ungodly hour he had hoped. Not nearly early enough for a repeat of last night. Not if he wants to get out of the house without Jared noticing. "I should go."
If he weren't watching for it, Misha wouldn't have seen the disappointment flash across Jensen's face. "Yeah, sure. That's probably a good idea."
Instead of getting up, Misha lets go of Jensen's wrists, leans down and instigates a kiss, slow and thorough until Jensen is clutching at his back, arching up into him. "I am nowhere near done with you, Jensen," he whispers when they break apart.
"Yeah, you should go," Jensen says in response, then pulls him down for another kiss.
Maybe they have some time yet.
***
ETA: For an idea of what Jensen thinks about everything, Behind the Line
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Date: 2009-07-28 02:54 am (UTC)and then HOTNESS - the dynamic between Jensen and Misha is just scorching and taps into more than one fo my kinks ;D
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Date: 2009-07-29 01:12 am (UTC)HOORAY!! THANK YOU!! They are, hmmm. Yeah. Very inspirational. *grins*
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Date: 2009-07-29 02:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-29 01:14 am (UTC)Also, your icon!! I love that picture!! NEVER CHANGE, JARED!!!
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Date: 2009-07-28 03:44 am (UTC)Poor Misha - he's just so turned around. Doesn't know how to deal with Jensen or Jared (who is surprisingly not oblivious)
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Date: 2009-07-29 01:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-28 05:58 am (UTC)It was something about loving your bossy Jensen and then suddenly I thought of bossy, toppy JDM and Misha together and now I need to go calm down...
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Date: 2009-07-29 01:17 am (UTC)We should discuss this at length sometime.
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Date: 2009-07-28 07:07 pm (UTC)I lost my shit right here for a good five minutes, JSYK.
carrying food and beer and looking far too smug for someone with so ridiculous a haircut. Whatever his damage was, he seems to have Dr. Phil'd his way through it in the kitchen.
Aaaand again.
DUDE, I want to eat your brain, for serious - this is a perfect companion piece, and I still am half convinced that you ARE in fact Misha Collins himself, you have his random awesomeness down so well. SO MUCH LOVE. And I'll be chewing my arm off for more of either of the Misha 'verses - you better get more up before I devour all of my limbs altogether, NO PRESSURE.
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Date: 2009-07-29 01:25 am (UTC)YAY!!! This makes me SO HAPPY because I was absurdly pleased with that line. *nerds*
For serious, you make me all blush and preeny with your fb!! Thank you!!! DO NOT CHEW OFF YOUR ARMS!! I couldn't quit Misha if I tried.
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Date: 2009-07-31 03:57 pm (UTC)*melts to a useless puddle of goo*
Jensen laughs softly and pulls Misha in for a slow, soft kiss. When he pulls back, he says, "Maybe I'm just a dick in general. D'you ever think of that?"
When Misha opens his eyes, he catches a flash of something on Jensen's face. "The thought has crossed my mind," he says slowly. "But, no. I don't think that's who you are."
The look on Jensen's face this time is surprised, and the following kiss is rough-edged and raw. "Stay," Jensen whispers against his lips, their faces still too close together for Misha to read his expression.
"Yeah." Misha initiates the kiss this time. "Yeah, I'll stay."
Loved this awww-worthy moment :)
do I smell a pervy threesome?
Great job, thank you so much for sharing! :)
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Date: 2009-08-16 11:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-09 03:23 pm (UTC)One teensy typo: ...and presses forehead against Misha's. misses a 'his'. Hope it's alright to point that out.
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Date: 2009-08-17 12:11 am (UTC)Of course! I appreciate it!
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Date: 2009-08-09 10:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-25 12:36 am (UTC)This line is nine kinds of awesome:
"Nachos!" Jared hollers suddenly, like he's got a food-specific version of Tourette's.
Yeah, I just about laughed myself into an asthma attack with that one. Thanks. ;o) I can't wait to read the rest of your stuff. Erm . . . may I friend you?
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Date: 2011-10-23 07:01 pm (UTC)The weird combination of dominance and compliance on Jensen's part breaks something in Misha and he sort of loses a conscious awareness of what's going on.
This moment...this moment... *genuflects*
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Date: 2012-10-18 11:31 pm (UTC)Misha thinks it must be exhausting to be Jared sometimes.
And that's even before we get to the sex! I love how Jensen washed up the remaining dishes not for cleanliness, but as an excuse to fuck with Misha. And the way he was so controlling be let Misha do anything as he was blowing him...mmmm, that was good. I know this is one of those perpetual WIPs, but I just wanted to say I love it as-is, anyway. The characterizations of the three of them are fantastic.