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kadiel_krieger and I are writing this epic 'verse thing, right? Really, it's mostly her sandbox and I get to play in it with my Misha doll. It's fun times for all. Anway, here's the next part!Title: Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
Series: Useful Illusions
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Disclaimer: Dear Misha, please do not read this ever. Thnx.
Summary: Misha makes a peace offering. It goes well.
Previous installments:
- Being Jeffrey Beaumont by kadiel_krieger
- Being Misha Collins by elizah_jane
- Behind the Line by kadiel_krieger
- Once Around the Weekend by kadiel_krieger
- Hornswaggled by kadiel_krieger
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Misha wasn't waiting for Jensen to call all weekend. Well, he was, but he didn't expect him to. It's a distinction he feels the need to make. Jensen was spooked hard, no doubt about it. People who say that sex doesn't change things are lying or celibate.
Because Misha feels like he's back on solid ground, which means he's better than he thought (this seems unlikely, as he thinks he's pretty good) or Jensen isn't as good as he thought. Option C is that Jensen was as blindsided by this thing as Misha was and for a control freak like Jensen, that's got to be rough. Misha long ago threw his hat in with the chaotic whirlwind of the universe, so he expects to be blindsided on a regular basis.
Misha suspects that it's Option C, which means that he's going to have to play a way more subtle game than he has been. Because Jensen is not in control anymore, which means he's sort of like a caged chipmunk. Adorable and hilarious, but more likely to bite you and dash than eat out of your hand. Misha's got to walk a fine line of dominance and submission in order for Jensen to eat out his hand and forget about the cage completely.
Sometimes Misha worries that he is overly fond of animal metaphors.
Jensen didn't call, which is why Misha is here way before the ass-crack of dawn, leaning against the wall inside Jensen's trailer with a peace-offering in the form of coffee just the way he likes it. Because Misha is a hopeless romantic, so he pays attention to these things. Sometimes he's gentleman enough to put his knowledge to good use. That is, if you consider using caffeinated beverages first thing in the morning as bribery to continue sexcapades and mind-fuckery with your coworker to be gentlemanly behavior. As it so happens, Misha does.
He grins when he hears the door open, settles into a comfortable position and waits for the fun to begin.
"How did you get in here?" Jensen asks, clearly annoyed.
The short answer to that is that Jared gave him a key. The long answer involves revealing the plans to an elaborate prank that went horribly awry when Kripke got wind of it. The obnoxious answer is, "I have my ways."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "What? D'you go down on the new PA?"
The first thing that pops into Misha's head is to ask if she's one of his pastries. But that would ruin his plan, so he feigns innocence and says, "Jensen Ackles! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Misha has learned that, for a Texas boy, invoking his mama is a fairly useful tool. Jensen scowls and the tips of his ears turn pink.
"What do you want?"
"I brought you coffee." Misha holds out the travel mug.
Now Jensen looks perplexed. Excellent. "Coffee."
"Just the way you like it." Misha leans back against the wall as Jensen accepts the coffee and samples it. He smiles when Jensen's eyes flutter closed and a look of bliss slides across his face.
"Christ." Jensen drinks again and makes a noise of pleasure that's just this side of pornographic.
"Close enough." Jensen opens his eyes to roll them at Misha. Which is fair. Generally, Misha hates to stoop to such a clichéd comeback, but sometimes he can't resist. Case and point, "I thought it might go well with your morning pastry."
"Fuck you." Irritation has replaced the look of bliss on Jensen's face.
Misha hooks his fingers in the pocket of Jensen's jeans before he can move away. "That would be the general idea."
Jensen eyes him warily and takes another sip of coffee. Frowns and says, "This is really fucking good."
"I was always taught," Misha says as he tugs Jensen a little closer, "that good behavior should be rewarded."
"Huh. And what about bad behavior?" Jensen asks wryly. He's not pulling away.
"Who's bad behavior are we talking about?"
"Yours."
"Hmm." Misha tilts his head and pretends to consider. He plucks the coffee cup out of Jensen's hand and sets it aside, laughing at the irate look that earns him. "In that case, bad behavior should be rewarded even more."
"You think so?" Jensen finally gives in enough to plant one hand on the wall next to Misha's head and lean in with his whole body. "What'd you have in mind?"
Misha wiggles the fingers that are still in Jensen's pocket. "You're a smart guy, Jensen. I'm sure you can come up with something."
A smile tugs at the corners of Jensen's mouth. "Thank you for the coffee." His tone is casually dutiful, but his eyes are already dark with intent, flicking from Misha's eyes to his lips to his throat and then lower.
"Now that's just good manners. I know you have those." Misha tuts and shakes his head a little. "Try again."
Jensen leans in, then stops short and it takes everything Misha has not to close the remaining distance. It has to be Jensen's decision. He can feel more than see Jensen's smile. "You gonna be my tart this morning, Misha?"
"Unless you've got—"
The rest of Misha's statement is lost when Jensen kisses him, hot and hungry in a way that makes a mockery of the casual tone he was using a moment ago. And Misha surges against Jensen's body like he's been electrocuted. An equal, answering ferocity buzzing through him, he slips his hand out of Jensen's pocket to clutch at his waist, bringing his other hand up to wrap around the back of Jensen's neck. Because Misha's pretty sure this is what pinged Jensen's red alert before, the rush of connection that cuts through all the layers and straight to something frighteningly raw.
Granted, in the past Misha has been known to forge connections in his mind where none exist in real life, had half-convinced himself over the weekend that his imagination was running away with him again. Here and now, he knows that's not the case. It's there between them in the way Jensen's mouth slants over his, the way his fingers curve at Misha's waist. Jensen kisses like he's relearning some profound truth that's been lost to him for centuries.
Luckily, Misha has always had something of a soft spot for dysfunctional intensity. So he tightens his grip on Jensen's neck, as though he could keep Jensen here if he decided to bolt. Jensen doesn't seem anywhere near bolting, however. He only breaks the kiss enough to murmur, "Don't leave any marks."
Misha has to laugh. "Wouldn't want that."
Jensen does pull back then and Misha can tell the exact moment the memory hits— Jensen's body actually jerks with it and then he's scrabbling at Misha's collar, tugging it aside until he can see the bite mark on his shoulder. Misha can't quite help a tiny flinch when Jensen's fingers smooth over the tender skin. Jensen takes a stuttered breath and licks his lips in response.
He's never really cared one way or the other about being marked, but Jensen's reaction to it is undeniably compelling. Jensen riding the edge of his control is Misha's newest kink and Misha's in the mood to indulge.
"I can feel it every time I move my arm. Every time my shirt brushes over it," Misha whispers and he smiles at the noise Jensen makes. "Do you mark everyone like this, or am I special?"
"Fuck." Jensen thumps him back against the wall and kisses him swift and hard. "Maybe I just like the idea of you walking around thinking about me all day." His voice is rough and the statement falls just short of cocky as he tugs at the hem of Misha's shirt until Misha realizes his intent and lets him strip it off.
"Not that I don't appreciate the thought, because I really do." Misha stretches a little under Jensen's gaze and waits until he has eye contact again to continue. "But if you believe I need a physical reminder to keep me thinking of this all day, you're underestimating us both."
Jensen blinks at him like he doesn't quite understand what Misha's saying. Then he is crowding Misha against the wall, taking up every inch of space around him in a way that's a form of intimidation, or it would be if every part of Jensen wasn't radiating want. Somehow, though, they aren't quite touching. Something's leashed Jensen back in.
"You talk too fucking much." Jensen's voice has officially hit that register. That low, dirty rumble Misha can feel as much as hear.
It works for him, in so many ways. To be the object of this level of intensity from Jensen is heady and fucking addicting. It makes him want to do stupid, reckless things, just to see. For now, he settles on mild provocation. "Says the man currently charged with shutting me up."
As it turns out, in certain circumstances, mild provocation is enough.
When Jensen kisses him this time, he seems bent on dominance and Misha doesn't even consider resisting. He's breathless and buzzing as Jensen's hands move over him in frantic stutter-clutches, like he's trying to gain some sort of purchase. Maybe he's just trying to leave a few more marks. The thought pleases Misha in ways he'd rather not examine at the moment, so he wiggles a hand between them and manages to get Jensen's pants undone.
"Fuck." Jensen moans when Misha wraps his fingers around his cock.
"What do you want, Jensen?" Misha strokes him slowly as he waits for an answer. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Fuck," Jensen says again and looks away.
No, not away. Misha almost laughs when he realizes where Jensen's focus is, but all the air is locked in his throat and it takes a few tries before he can make his voice work. "Like a goddamn vampire." He grabs Jensen's neck with his free hand and says, "Not in the same place. Other side."
Jensen only nods and bends down to nuzzle Misha's neck. Licks and sucks, scrapes his teeth over the collarbone and. Fuck. Misha thunks his head back against the wall and wonders if this might be the unhealthy fostering of a new fetish for him. He starts stroking Jensen faster and gasps when Jensen grabs his hips, inadvertently pressing another bruise he'd left along Misha's hipbone.
"Shit," Misha says when Jensen's grip tightens and Jensen moans against Misha's shoulder in response.
It takes everything Misha has for him to keep stroking and not just offer himself up entirely to Jensen's hands and mouth. He's usually not so distracted. It's a handjob, not a goddamn quantum physics problem. But Jensen has this way, makes him feel like an incredibly spoiled feline. Like all Misha has to do is purr and rub and arch into Jensen's touch and let him… What? The thought slip-slides away as Jensen pants against his neck and then nips hard enough to bruise and Misha loses his rhythm again.
"Jesus, Jensen," Misha whispers, half to himself. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
In lieu of an actual response, Jensen freezes, every part of him seeming to lock down except for the puffs of breath against Misha's skin and the twitch of his cock in Misha's hand. Misha freezes too, like they're caught in some odd hiccup of time, suspended for an endless moment.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," Misha finally says, brushing his thumb over the head of Jensen's cock and stroking with renewed determination. He moves his other hand to run his fingers over his short, soft hair at the nape of Jensen's neck. "You drive me to distraction. I wish— Fuck. I wish we had more time." Not that he's opposed to a quick dirty fuck to kick off the work week by any means. But the idea of having Jensen alone to himself for an entire day... Christ. He needs to make that happen soon.
Jensen is thrusting his hips now, shallow and jerky and Misha narrows his focus to the heat of Jensen's cock in his hand, the scrape of Jensen's teeth over his skin. There's a tangible tension running through Jensen's body that Misha finally recognizes as restraint. He's nipping and mouthing kisses over Misha's shoulder and neck in a way that is nowhere close to creating a match to the clear imprint on the other side.
"You 'fraid I'm gonna break, Jensen?" Misha gasps, tilting his head to bare his neck. "Fucking do it."
As if permission is all he was waiting for, Jensen's hips snap forward as he bites down hard, a little too close to the edge of what is and isn't covered by the collar of Castiel's shirt. Two more strokes and he's coming, his teeth clenching again briefly and a wounded noise sounding in his throat.
It's one of the hottest fucking things Misha's ever experienced and it's almost enough to trigger his own orgasm, his dick still untouched. Almost, but not quite.
He reaches out blindly for something to clean them up with and it's only after he's wiped his hand off that he realizes what he grabbed was his shirt. Fuck. He drops it resignedly and hopes that Jensen has a spare. Somehow, he thinks that walking from Jensen's trailer to wardrobe shirtless might cause a raised eyebrow or two.
Jensen is oddly quiet save for the sound of his breathing, harsh and loud in the sudden stillness of the trailer. His hands have settled back on Misha's hips and are making no current moves to undo the fly of his jeans.
It's a problem.
Objective having been accomplished, Misha's mind is free to focus on the fact that he is painfully hard and on enough of an edge to trip over into serious begging if that's how Jensen decides he wants this to happen.
"Jensen." Misha wants to say something flip like, "Am I going to have to take care of this myself?" But Jensen looks up at him then and there is more in his eyes at that moment than Misha can even begin to process. His heartbeat spikes, pounding in all his pulse points and all he can manage to squeeze out is, "Please."
"Yeah." Jensen licks his lips and smiles. He leans in to kiss Misha long and slow and thorough enough that when he says, "Yeah," again, Misha has forgotten what he's agreeing to.
He remembers when Jensen drops to his knees and starts to undo Misha's jeans, tugging at the button and pulling down the zipper. Shoving the jeans and boxers down just far enough and Misha's thinks, finally, but Jensen bypasses his cock to trace his fingers over the skin of Misha's hips. The bruises there.
Misha's on the verge of saying something about focus when Jensen wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and then, sweet fucking Christ, that mouth. Misha's glad for the solid wall behind him propping him up as Jensen's mouth moves hot and sloppy and perfect over him. He pets Jensen's hair as he watches, can't look away from the shadow of his lashes and the stretch of his mouth.
"God, you look so..." Misha lets the sentence dangle and trail off, uncertain of how to finish. Hot, perfect, beautiful. None of them quite fit with the tightness in Misha's chest and when Jensen's gaze flicks up to his, every word flies from Misha's head except for, mine.
The thought comes unbidden and unwelcome, because Jensen is too skittish for Misha to be laying claims. His eyes slide shut and he tries to concentrate on the sensation of Jensen's mouth, but the idea is still there like a jagged rock in the sea of ecstasy, waiting for Misha to wreck himself on it.
His struggle is ridiculously brief and ends with the slick, expert slide of Jensen's tongue. The claim's been laid, if only inside of his head. So long as he doesn't let Jensen know, he might get away with it unscathed, but it seems unlikely. Misha's always been careful with other people's hearts and stupidly reckless with his own.
Jensen is making obscene and happy noises, slurping and humming and Misha realizes the edge is much closer than he thought as he opens his eyes. Every inch of his body is tight and shaking, focused on the heat of Jensen's mouth and when Jensen looks up again Misha curses himself for being every kind of idiot and comes hard.
He twitches when Jensen pulls off, leans his head back and watches through hooded eyes as Jensen wipes his mouth and stands. It is one of those rare moments where Misha is unsure of what to say, so he remains silent, choosing discretion by default.
They don't make eye contact right away. Jensen looks down and does up his pants and Misha follows suit, pulling his jeans and boxers up, a little too soon over his sensitive cock. He looks up when Jensen reaches out, but he's reaching past him for the coffee Misha had set aside earlier.
"Thanks for this," Jensen says and takes a long drink.
The laugh that bubbles out of Misha sounds off. He hopes Jensen doesn't notice. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to wash the taste of me out of your mouth." This comes out sounding a little closer to normal.
The corners of Jensen's mouth quirk. "Now that's just ridiculous. Your jizz tastes like cotton candy and sunshine."
Misha does laugh, then, real and easy. Maybe a little relieved. Jensen is smiling when he takes another sip of his coffee and for the moment, everything feels right.
"What?" Jensen quirks an eyebrow and Misha realizes that he's been silent for a little too long.
"Nothing." Misha shakes his head. "Just. Sated is a good look on you."
He thinks it was maybe not the smartest thing to say, but then a cocky grin breaks over Jensen's face. Jensen looks down and then casts Misha a sly look out of the corner of his eyes.
"What isn't a good look on me?"
Misha snorts. "Touché." There's an awkward pause and then Misha says, "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I should probably go to the lovely ladies in make-up before they come searching for me and if I go like this." He waves his hand over his bare chest and shrugs.
Jensen takes a moment to look, his eyes seeming to catch on every new mark on Misha's body. He licks his lips and nods. "They still trying to make you look pretty?" He finally asks, glancing back up at Misha's face before turning away. "Don't they know it's a lost cause?"
"Jealousy is an ugly thing," He says to Jensen's back as Jensen rummages for a shirt for him. His gaze trails over Jensen's broad shoulders, then down the length of his spine and he laughs at himself. Who is he kidding? "You'd probably wear that well, too."
"Huh." Jensen chucks a t-shirt at his face and says, "Only wore this once."
"Thanks." Misha pulls it over his head and tries to ignore how much he likes the fact that the scent of Jensen's cologne still clings to the soft, worn cotton. He grabs his jacket from the couch and shrugs it on. "I should—"
"Yeah," Jensen says, takes a few steps back toward him and then nods. "So, yeah."
Misha considers it for a moment before he figures, what the hell and closes the distance between them. If Jensen were going to kick him out, he would have done so by now and Misha isn't anywhere near the right mood to curb his impulses. So he brushes a kiss against Jensen's lips and says, "I'll see you in a bit."
"Yeah," Jensen says again. He's still smiling and the last of the tension that Misha's not about to admit to drains away completely.
As Misha's leaving, he spies Jared walking toward the trailer, coffees in hand.
"Young Padalecki!" He clicks his heels together, bows at the waist and comes up grinning. "I see you had the same idea I did." Well, partially, anyway.
Jared looks wary. "I—What?"
"Coffee. I just made my own offering to the Ackles-beast."
For some reason, Jared flushes and Misha's worried that he's about to throw up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good. Fine. How are you?"
"Good as can be expected at this hour," Misha says, trying for light. Jared's looking more than a little rough around the edges. "Hey, thanks for Friday, by the way. I had fun."
"What?" The tone of Jared's voice suggests that Misha just informed him that he's considering propositioning his mom.
"The movie." Misha narrows his eyes, as though if he stares really hard, Jared will confess all of his gravest sins. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"The movie. Yeah, glad you could co-- Oh god. Um, Jensen has coffee?" Then, before Misha can answer, he says, "I'm gonna go now."
It is a strange sensation indeed for Misha to feel like he is no longer the most bizarre person on set.
Right this moment, however, he can't quite bring himself to care.
***
The next part is here: Bleed the Taste of Life
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Date: 2009-09-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Don't you dare stop with those animal metaphors -.- *growl* ;)
Ya' know I luffs you.
Highly entertaining! adore!
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Date: 2009-09-02 01:22 am (UTC)Ha!! I don't think I could stop if I tried!
Aww, right back atcha, bb!
Thank you!!
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Date: 2009-09-01 07:43 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, oh misha. Jensen would be so...adorably infuriated to know that that's how you picture him.
As for the rest of this, all I can say is that is one extraordinarily sexy angry chipmunk.
...I can't quite believe I just typed that sentence. *facepalm*
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Date: 2009-09-02 01:24 am (UTC)As for the rest of this, all I can say is that is one extraordinarily sexy angry chipmunk.
AHAHAHAHA! YES!! And thank you!!
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Date: 2009-09-02 03:01 am (UTC)After this, I feel all bad that I couldn't get the autographs personalized but I'll give you one of his fabulous signed playing cards and hope that suffices, yes?
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Date: 2009-09-03 01:28 am (UTC)After this, I feel all bad that I couldn't get the autographs personalized but I'll give you one of his fabulous signed playing cards and hope that suffices, yes?
OMG OF COURSE SO MUCH YES!!! Actualfax, I was thinking, "For autographs, I should write ZPL another installment of Misha WiP." Which I will not have time for this week, sadly. But soonish?
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Date: 2009-09-08 04:09 am (UTC)*fans self*
I heart this series so freakin' much. Oh, boys, how are ya'll so awesome and yummy?
\O/ \O/ \O/
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Date: 2009-09-11 11:18 pm (UTC)It is definitely a fun universe to write in!!
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:06 am (UTC)But just commenting to say, JENSEN MARKING MISHA IS JUST NGHHHHH...that is all.
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Date: 2011-10-23 07:21 pm (UTC)Jensen kisses like he's relearning some profound truth that's been lost to him for centuries.
and then the this:
Misha's always been careful with other people's hearts and stupidly reckless with his own.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?
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Date: 2011-10-25 01:52 pm (UTC)I love you... you write amazingly good! *~*
really adore your misha
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Date: 2012-02-23 07:24 pm (UTC)You & kriari & this verse - LOVE.
Oh yeah, and boys too ;D
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Date: 2013-05-03 05:33 am (UTC)