RPS: Phase Three: Profit
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errant_janeI feel like once again the weather is conspiring against me. WOES!! Anywho, DRABBLE PROMPT THE SECOND!
Okay, so this one turned into more of a snippety storyish thing, I guess (I suspect there are a few more that will go that way...). Enough so that I'm sort of titling it. I wrote most of it at work. It was that kind of day.
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qthelights, who requested: 2. Jensen/Misha - flaunting it because it freaks Jared out. This is... sort of that. *grins and stretches Misha muscles*
Phase Three: Profit
***
"I'm sick of Jared grabbing my ass," Misha says as soon as Jensen steps into his trailer.
If Jensen's surprised to see him there, he hides it well. "Sounds like a personal problem to me."
"And yet, I've decided you should help me with it." His plan sort of hitches on Jensen's willing participation, but Misha's not terribly worried. He can be very persuasive.
"I'm unconvinced so far." Jensen leans against the counter across from Misha and crosses his arms. "What's my motivation?"
"I have a twitter and I know how to use it."
Jensen snorts in amusement. "You're kind of fucked in the head, dude."
"I'll take that as consent," Misha says.
"You would." Jensen tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "I assume you have something in mind?"
"Of course. Phase one—" Misha stops when Jensen holds up his hand.
"There are phases?" Jensen asks. He shakes his head before Misha can answer and says, "Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to end well for me?"
"I attribute it to your cynical nature," Misha tells him. "I'll be honest, it's one of your least attractive qualities. Right after your shitty taste in music."
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, well. We can't all be as charming as you are."
Misha concedes that it's a fair point.
***
The next time they're all filming together and Jared makes a grab for him, Jensen gets there first. Jared yelps and pulls his hand back, shooting Jensen a dirty look. Jensen smiles and winks.
"CUT!" Bob wipes his hand over his chin and glares at them. "I know it's asking a lot, but if everyone could refrain from molesting Misha until we're done with the scene, that would be fantastic."
"Sure thing," Jensen says, giving Misha's ass a couple friendly pats before shoving his hands in his pockets.
Jared looks nonplussed by this turn of events.
"I'm feeling very cherished right now," Misha says.
Bob ignores him completely. "Let's try it again, shall we?"
***
Jensen sits down on the couch, still dressed in Dean's clothes, and gives Misha the hairy eyeball. "I'm still not clear on how Jared walking in on us making out fits into your brilliant plan."
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one," Misha says. He straddles Jensen's legs and kneels onto the couch, settling in Jensen's lap. "It's genius."
"I'm unconvinced." Jensen's hands settle high on Misha's thighs, steadying him. "But I'll defer to the master."
"Your deference is appreciated," Misha tells him.
"So, uh." Jensen smirks. "Do you have some sort of super-hearing? How are we supposed to know when Jared is on his way?"
Misha pretends to consider this. "You raise a fair point, friend. I suppose we ought to start now, just to be safe."
"Right. To be safe," Jensen says. His eyes are crinkled in amusement.
"You're a good sport," Misha says against Jensen's mouth.
Jensen hums a sound of agreement and Misha promptly loses track of time to the slide of Jensen's tongue, the feel of his hands moving over Misha's thighs and then to his back, pulling him closer. He's so focused on the roll of Jensen's hips under him that he barely hears the trailer door opening.
Neither of them bother to look up when Jared says, "Really? You guys just. Suck. So much."
Sometime after the slam of the door behind him, they break apart.
"I guess that's mission accomplished," Misha says, but when he moves to get up, Jensen holds him in place.
"He could be loitering," he says.
Misha grins. "I admire your dedication to the cause."
***
Misha is awesome, if he does say so himself. He loves it when things go according to plan. He and Jensen agreed to adjourn back to Jensen's place as soon as Misha changed into his civvies and finished up his business on set. There's just one more thing he needs to do before he gets to collect his reward.
Jared is listening to NPR and playing video games in his trailer when Misha finds him.
"So, can I quit grabbing your ass now?" he asks, not looking up from his game.
"If you really want to." Misha shrugs. He'd kind of gotten used to it, actually. He does have a nice ass.
"Hmph." Jared pauses his game and gives Misha his full attention. "You know, Jensen is kind of, um. Easy. You didn't actually need to manipulate him into sex."
Misha shrugs. "You say manipulate, I say woo."
Jared stares at him for a moment, then shakes his head. "Yeah, I can't even pretend to be surprised. Are you going to tell him?"
"That you just called him slutty? I think it would only hurt his feelings." Misha starts as the bathroom door suddenly opens and Jensen walks out.
"Nah," he says casually. "If I had a nickel for every time Jared's called me slutty, you fuckers would be doing cons on your own."
Misha looks from Jensen to Jared and grins. "Unexpected betrayal!" He laughs and points at Jared. "You're a better actor than I give you credit for, Paddywhack."
"Bite me, asshole," Jared says easily. "Your game isn't bad." Jared looks far too smug as he stretches out and laces his fingers behind his head. "For a noob, that is."
"He's right," Jensen says walking over to him. "You're in the big leagues now, boy. You gotta step it up a bit." He emphasizes the statement by smacking Misha in the stomach on his way to the door.
"Well played, my friend." Misha nods at Jared in admiration. He's a big enough man to admit when he's been had. "I will have to avenge my honor for this, of course."
"Yeah, yeah." Jared waves his hand in dismissal. "We still on for tomorrow? Noon?"
"Sure."
"Dude." Misha turns to find Jensen frowning at him. "You coming or what?"
"Let's make it one," Misha says as Jensen tugs him out of the trailer.
While Misha would rather have won this round of Spy vs. Spy, he's pretty sold on the upsides to losing.
***
I'm going to go get dinnerfoods now. CRANKYSAURUS WANTS NOMS!!
Okay, so this one turned into more of a snippety storyish thing, I guess (I suspect there are a few more that will go that way...). Enough so that I'm sort of titling it. I wrote most of it at work. It was that kind of day.
This one is for
qthelights, who requested: 2. Jensen/Misha - flaunting it because it freaks Jared out. This is... sort of that. *grins and stretches Misha muscles*Phase Three: Profit
***
"I'm sick of Jared grabbing my ass," Misha says as soon as Jensen steps into his trailer.
If Jensen's surprised to see him there, he hides it well. "Sounds like a personal problem to me."
"And yet, I've decided you should help me with it." His plan sort of hitches on Jensen's willing participation, but Misha's not terribly worried. He can be very persuasive.
"I'm unconvinced so far." Jensen leans against the counter across from Misha and crosses his arms. "What's my motivation?"
"I have a twitter and I know how to use it."
Jensen snorts in amusement. "You're kind of fucked in the head, dude."
"I'll take that as consent," Misha says.
"You would." Jensen tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "I assume you have something in mind?"
"Of course. Phase one—" Misha stops when Jensen holds up his hand.
"There are phases?" Jensen asks. He shakes his head before Misha can answer and says, "Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to end well for me?"
"I attribute it to your cynical nature," Misha tells him. "I'll be honest, it's one of your least attractive qualities. Right after your shitty taste in music."
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, well. We can't all be as charming as you are."
Misha concedes that it's a fair point.
***
The next time they're all filming together and Jared makes a grab for him, Jensen gets there first. Jared yelps and pulls his hand back, shooting Jensen a dirty look. Jensen smiles and winks.
"CUT!" Bob wipes his hand over his chin and glares at them. "I know it's asking a lot, but if everyone could refrain from molesting Misha until we're done with the scene, that would be fantastic."
"Sure thing," Jensen says, giving Misha's ass a couple friendly pats before shoving his hands in his pockets.
Jared looks nonplussed by this turn of events.
"I'm feeling very cherished right now," Misha says.
Bob ignores him completely. "Let's try it again, shall we?"
***
Jensen sits down on the couch, still dressed in Dean's clothes, and gives Misha the hairy eyeball. "I'm still not clear on how Jared walking in on us making out fits into your brilliant plan."
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one," Misha says. He straddles Jensen's legs and kneels onto the couch, settling in Jensen's lap. "It's genius."
"I'm unconvinced." Jensen's hands settle high on Misha's thighs, steadying him. "But I'll defer to the master."
"Your deference is appreciated," Misha tells him.
"So, uh." Jensen smirks. "Do you have some sort of super-hearing? How are we supposed to know when Jared is on his way?"
Misha pretends to consider this. "You raise a fair point, friend. I suppose we ought to start now, just to be safe."
"Right. To be safe," Jensen says. His eyes are crinkled in amusement.
"You're a good sport," Misha says against Jensen's mouth.
Jensen hums a sound of agreement and Misha promptly loses track of time to the slide of Jensen's tongue, the feel of his hands moving over Misha's thighs and then to his back, pulling him closer. He's so focused on the roll of Jensen's hips under him that he barely hears the trailer door opening.
Neither of them bother to look up when Jared says, "Really? You guys just. Suck. So much."
Sometime after the slam of the door behind him, they break apart.
"I guess that's mission accomplished," Misha says, but when he moves to get up, Jensen holds him in place.
"He could be loitering," he says.
Misha grins. "I admire your dedication to the cause."
***
Misha is awesome, if he does say so himself. He loves it when things go according to plan. He and Jensen agreed to adjourn back to Jensen's place as soon as Misha changed into his civvies and finished up his business on set. There's just one more thing he needs to do before he gets to collect his reward.
Jared is listening to NPR and playing video games in his trailer when Misha finds him.
"So, can I quit grabbing your ass now?" he asks, not looking up from his game.
"If you really want to." Misha shrugs. He'd kind of gotten used to it, actually. He does have a nice ass.
"Hmph." Jared pauses his game and gives Misha his full attention. "You know, Jensen is kind of, um. Easy. You didn't actually need to manipulate him into sex."
Misha shrugs. "You say manipulate, I say woo."
Jared stares at him for a moment, then shakes his head. "Yeah, I can't even pretend to be surprised. Are you going to tell him?"
"That you just called him slutty? I think it would only hurt his feelings." Misha starts as the bathroom door suddenly opens and Jensen walks out.
"Nah," he says casually. "If I had a nickel for every time Jared's called me slutty, you fuckers would be doing cons on your own."
Misha looks from Jensen to Jared and grins. "Unexpected betrayal!" He laughs and points at Jared. "You're a better actor than I give you credit for, Paddywhack."
"Bite me, asshole," Jared says easily. "Your game isn't bad." Jared looks far too smug as he stretches out and laces his fingers behind his head. "For a noob, that is."
"He's right," Jensen says walking over to him. "You're in the big leagues now, boy. You gotta step it up a bit." He emphasizes the statement by smacking Misha in the stomach on his way to the door.
"Well played, my friend." Misha nods at Jared in admiration. He's a big enough man to admit when he's been had. "I will have to avenge my honor for this, of course."
"Yeah, yeah." Jared waves his hand in dismissal. "We still on for tomorrow? Noon?"
"Sure."
"Dude." Misha turns to find Jensen frowning at him. "You coming or what?"
"Let's make it one," Misha says as Jensen tugs him out of the trailer.
While Misha would rather have won this round of Spy vs. Spy, he's pretty sold on the upsides to losing.
***
I'm going to go get dinnerfoods now. CRANKYSAURUS WANTS NOMS!!
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Date: 2010-02-24 02:09 pm (UTC)This is pretty adorable. 'S like penguins and stuff! <33
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Date: 2010-02-25 03:04 am (UTC)Thank you!!!