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Title: Don't Call Your Boyfriend By His Name
Genre: Supernatural RPF
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual extramarital sex
Word Count: 2318
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing here is true; no disrespect is intended toward the real people in this story.
Unbetaed.
It takes a few days for Misha to notice what's going on.
Misha is not a dumb guy. Nor is he usually slow on the uptake. It's just that he never, ever expected this, and at first it was easy to think he was imagining things. It wasn't weird that Jensen moved his chair over by his during a break to chat - they had actual work things to discuss, and if they ended up talking about good Italian restaurants in Vancouver and how they compared to places in LA, well, that didn't mean anything - and it wasn't weird that Jensen had sat by him during a script run-through. Everyone has to sit somewhere, after all. It wasn't weird that Jensen had invited him out for drinks after work even though Jared had begged off, claiming he was coming down with a cold. Sure, Jensen and Jared were best friends, but they weren't exactly joined at the hip, and if Jensen wanted to go out and Jared couldn't make it, it wasn't totally outrageous that he would ask Misha instead.
It was more that all of that happening in the space of a few days? Was kind of suspicious. And Jensen had been startlingly...handsy...after a few drinks. Misha wouldn't have even noticed Jared touching him and petting his hair - that's just Jared - but it was odd coming from Jensen.
And now Jensen is sitting next to Misha again in a run-through. Misha's left hand and Jensen's right are lying side by side, under the rim of the table. They're not saying much - they're working through a Sam-centric part of the episode right now, and Sam is off doing his own thing at the moment, while Dean and Cas are working together. Jared's cold is getting worse; he sounds awful. Misha's zoning out a little when he realizes that Jensen is lightly stroking the back of his hand, circling patterns with the tip of his index finger.
Misha moves his hands into his lap. Jensen coughs, covers his mouth. Misha tries to ignore him, but finds himself sneaking glances to his left when he hopes Jensen isn't looking.
::
After work, he calls Vicki.
“Jensen's been hitting on me,” he tells her.
“Really? How?” she asks, curious.
“He's just flirting and touching me and shooting me glances. It's like we're in seventh grade or something.”
“There really isn't anything going on between him and Jared?” She sounds a little disappointed.
“No, they really are just really good friends, as far as I can tell,” Misha tells her.
“Well, let me know what's up,” she says. She doesn't say anything more, doesn't want to sound like a nag, reminding him about the rules, he can tell.
“I will, hon,” he says.
“I know,” she tells him.
Misha misses her.
::
The next time Jensen touches Misha - they're going over lines in Jensen's trailer, and Jensen drapes his hand on Misha's knee - Misha tells him to stop.
“Stop what?” Jensen is the picture of innocence.
Misha just looks at him.
Jensen sighs.
“Fine,” he says, and removes his hand from Misha's leg.
::
It's not that Misha doesn't like guys. He does, from time to time. He's never been as into men as he is women, but he's done threesomes with Vicki and other guys from time to time, and it can be really exciting and hot. The fact that Vicki loves it so much is definitely a part of it, of course.
And it's impossible to deny that Jensen is incredibly good-looking. And Misha genuinely likes him. At least, when he's not going all seventh grade on his ass, Jensen is a good guy.
But Misha finds the whole thing kind of weird. Jensen is his coworker, and they have a lot of scenes together. Plus, he's pretty sure Jared would be kind of weirded out if the two of them had a fling. Misha and Jared have become pretty good buddies and he doesn't want to fuck that up.
On the other hand, Misha will never be as close to Jared as Jensen is, and if he doesn't think a fling with Misha would fuck up their relationship, well, he'd know best.
He considers it.
::
The next day is mostly Sam-and-Dean. Castiel has to show up early on, so Misha has to be there at the break of dawn with everyone else, but he's done before noon, showered and changed back into normal clothes. He could go home, but instead he sits around on his director's chair and watches Jared and Jensen.
On a break to fix some lighting issues, Jensen grabs a quesadilla and wanders over to him.
“What does Jared think?” Misha asks.
“About what?” Jensen looks tired.
“About your crush on me.”
Jensen frowns.
“How is it any of Jared's business, again?” he asks.
“In theory, it isn't,” Misha tells him. “But in practice, if it freaks him out, it will make both of our lives much more difficult.”
“I guess,” Jensen said, mouth full of quesadilla. He looks like Dean. Well, he always looks like Dean, since he is Dean, but...okay, whatever. He swallows down his food. “Does this mean...?”
“Talk to Jared,” Misha says.
“Oh boy, this is going to be fun,” Jensen mutters.
“I'm going to call Vicki now,” Misha tells him. And he leaves.
::
After that it's the weekend. Misha wishes he had gone back to LA for the weekend to see Vicki. He can't wait for hiatus.
He's lying on the couch, half watching a rerun of Law & Order and half reading the Huffington Post when there's a knock on the door of the condo he's renting.
It's Jensen. He's wearing jeans and a plain red t-shirt and some kind of fashionable sneakers that you'd never want to do any actual athletics in.
He looks really good.
“I talked to Jared,” he says by way of greeting.
“What did he say?” Misha asks.
“He said it was really weird, but he would deal.”
“Do you think he meant it?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay. Come on in.”
It's pretty early still, too early for Misha to drink, so he makes some tea and offers some to Jensen, who refuses, but accepts an offer of soda.
Jensen sits down on the couch next to Misha and watches Law & Order with him. They've both seen this episode before, but neither of them feels like channel surfing to find something new. Jensen puts his hand on Misha's thigh, and this time Misha doesn't tell him to move it. He relaxes into the touch, enjoys it.
It's enough, for right now.
The episode ends and a new one starts.
“Misha?”
“Hmm?”
“Were you really planning on watching TV all day?”
“Not really,” Misha tells him. “I was thinking of doing some reading, too. Maybe going for a walk.”
“Oh.” Jensen doesn't seem to know what to say to that.
Misha can't stop himself from grinning. He figures Jensen doesn't usually have to do much to get someone out of their pants, and his game isn't very good.
After about forty more minutes of watching TV, Misha puts him out of his misery.
“What do you want, Jensen?”
Jensen draws in his eyebrows and looks puzzled.
“Do I...really have to say it aloud?”
“Yes,” Misha tells him. “You do. You want to fuck, or date, or what? I have to tell Vicki what I'm doing. It's part of the deal.”
Jensen looks startled. It's like he never thought about this, that he was hitting on a married man.
“I don't...know, I guess. I think...a relationship, maybe? But I think we can figure that out as we go. Is that okay?”
Misha nods. “Yeah. We'll see if it works out. If it does - and I'm beginning to hope it does - you'll have to meet with Vicki.”
Jensen nods his head. “Okay. I can do that.”
“All right.” Misha looks at Jensen seriously, leans over, and kisses him.
Jensen freezes for a moment before responding. He reaches up and cups Misha's face, holding it steady as he deepens the kiss.
Misha is beginning to think that this was a really excellent idea after all. Jensen is a fantastic kisser. He places his hands on Jensen's shoulders and presses him down against the couch, separating them and breaking the kiss. Misha climbs up on top of him, one knee to the left of Jensen's body, the other foot flat on the ground. He looks down at Jensen, who reddens under Misha's observation. He looks really fucking hot, and Misha kind of wants to kiss him breathless.
So he does.
It's not exactly the most comfortable place in the world to make out. Neither of them are very small guys, and the couch isn't large. Jensen's in the middle of kissing his way down Misha's neck when Misha makes a decision.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing Jensen's left hand and pulling him up. Jensen doesn't resist as Misha leads him into the bedroom.
They're no sooner in the room than Jensen is working on the buttons on Misha's shirt. He's not doing a very good job, his fingers fumbling.
“I got it,” Misha tells him, quickly unbuttoning his own shirt. While he does that, Jensen removes his t-shirt. His body is pretty perfect, and Misha tells him so.
“You're not so bad yourself,” Jensen says, like it's a joke, like he wasn't the one chasing after Misha. Misha just smiles, and leans forward to kiss Jensen again.
It's kind of funny, Misha thinks, kissing someone so close to him in height. He's not used to it. But it's nice, and he smiles into the kiss.
Jensen sheds his jeans and trendy sneakers, and lies down on the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” he asks. Misha looks at him for a moment. Jensen had been going commando, and his cock is flushed and curving up toward his belly, and a little bit to the left.
“No penetration,” he finally says. He wants to discuss it with Vicki before he goes that far. Jensen looks mildly disappointed for a moment - and Misha wonders what he'd had in mind - but recovers quickly.
“Lots of other stuff,” he says.
“Yes,” Misha agrees, shucking his pants and underwear. He climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Jensen.
“Fucking hot,” Jensen tells him in a low voice before he presses Misha down against the blanket and rolls on top of him. His breathing is heavy as he leans in and kisses and sucks at the crook of Misha's neck. He holds Misha down, pressing his forearms against Misha's shoulders. Jensen moves to Misha's lips and kisses him hard and fast and messy.
Misha tries to respond in kind, but he can't get the leverage he needs to force himself against Jensen. So he settles himself into the mattress, relaxes, and enjoys the sensation. It's almost overwhelming. It's been awhile since anyone touched Misha like this and it's fucking fantastic. When Jensen reaches down and strokes Misha's cock, he can't stop himself from arching his back, shoving himself against Jensen. He feels feverish. A groan escapes his mouth before he bites down on his lip.
“So fucking hot,” Jensen whispers again.
“Fuck,” Misha gasps.
“Mm, yes,” Jensen agrees. He lines up their bodies, slots his cock with Misha's. The pressure is perfect. Misha groans again and Jensen leans against him, licks into his mouth and shuts him up as he begins to move, grinding their cocks together.
Jensen's movement are furious and Misha can barely stand it. The friction - not to mention the frantic look in Jensen's eyes - is making him crazy.
“Shit,” Jensen says. “Shit shit shit shit,” and with that he comes in short spurts, hot sticky liquid onto both of their bodies.
Jensen slumps against Misha for twenty seconds, breathing hard and fast before he realizes that Misha is still rock hard. He glances up and Misha for a moment and smiles briefly before sliding down his body.
Misha watches Jensen focus in on his cock, but can't stop his eyes from rolling back into his head when Jensen leans in and sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh jesus fuck,” Misha gasps as Jensen sucks hard. He can feel the tongue swirling around, and forces himself to lift his head up so he can watch.
It's a pretty fucking awesome sight, Jensen's head bobbing up and down, his lips messy with spit and precome. Jensen hums happily for a few second - that he's enjoying this so much much drives Misha wild - but he stops when Misha lets out an amused gasp. Misha makes a note to apologize later before coherent thought disappears again.
Jensen sucks at the head of Misha's cock, presses his tongue against the slit. Misha groans. It feels like he's about to come out of his skin and he's enjoying it so fucking much he's almost disappointed when he feels the muscles in his feet tighten and spasm before he comes in a jolt, shaking and jittering, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Misha drops his head against the pillow and takes a couple breaths before sitting up. Jensen is still astride him, watching him. Misha kisses him lightly once, twice, before pressing his lips hard against Jensen's. He tastes like Misha's come, which is kind of disgusting and kind of really fucking hot.
“Okay,” Misha says, pulling away. “Let's call Vicki.”
Title: Don't Call Your Boyfriend By His Name
Genre: Supernatural RPF
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual extramarital sex
Word Count: 2318
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing here is true; no disrespect is intended toward the real people in this story.
Unbetaed.
It takes a few days for Misha to notice what's going on.
Misha is not a dumb guy. Nor is he usually slow on the uptake. It's just that he never, ever expected this, and at first it was easy to think he was imagining things. It wasn't weird that Jensen moved his chair over by his during a break to chat - they had actual work things to discuss, and if they ended up talking about good Italian restaurants in Vancouver and how they compared to places in LA, well, that didn't mean anything - and it wasn't weird that Jensen had sat by him during a script run-through. Everyone has to sit somewhere, after all. It wasn't weird that Jensen had invited him out for drinks after work even though Jared had begged off, claiming he was coming down with a cold. Sure, Jensen and Jared were best friends, but they weren't exactly joined at the hip, and if Jensen wanted to go out and Jared couldn't make it, it wasn't totally outrageous that he would ask Misha instead.
It was more that all of that happening in the space of a few days? Was kind of suspicious. And Jensen had been startlingly...handsy...after a few drinks. Misha wouldn't have even noticed Jared touching him and petting his hair - that's just Jared - but it was odd coming from Jensen.
And now Jensen is sitting next to Misha again in a run-through. Misha's left hand and Jensen's right are lying side by side, under the rim of the table. They're not saying much - they're working through a Sam-centric part of the episode right now, and Sam is off doing his own thing at the moment, while Dean and Cas are working together. Jared's cold is getting worse; he sounds awful. Misha's zoning out a little when he realizes that Jensen is lightly stroking the back of his hand, circling patterns with the tip of his index finger.
Misha moves his hands into his lap. Jensen coughs, covers his mouth. Misha tries to ignore him, but finds himself sneaking glances to his left when he hopes Jensen isn't looking.
::
After work, he calls Vicki.
“Jensen's been hitting on me,” he tells her.
“Really? How?” she asks, curious.
“He's just flirting and touching me and shooting me glances. It's like we're in seventh grade or something.”
“There really isn't anything going on between him and Jared?” She sounds a little disappointed.
“No, they really are just really good friends, as far as I can tell,” Misha tells her.
“Well, let me know what's up,” she says. She doesn't say anything more, doesn't want to sound like a nag, reminding him about the rules, he can tell.
“I will, hon,” he says.
“I know,” she tells him.
Misha misses her.
::
The next time Jensen touches Misha - they're going over lines in Jensen's trailer, and Jensen drapes his hand on Misha's knee - Misha tells him to stop.
“Stop what?” Jensen is the picture of innocence.
Misha just looks at him.
Jensen sighs.
“Fine,” he says, and removes his hand from Misha's leg.
::
It's not that Misha doesn't like guys. He does, from time to time. He's never been as into men as he is women, but he's done threesomes with Vicki and other guys from time to time, and it can be really exciting and hot. The fact that Vicki loves it so much is definitely a part of it, of course.
And it's impossible to deny that Jensen is incredibly good-looking. And Misha genuinely likes him. At least, when he's not going all seventh grade on his ass, Jensen is a good guy.
But Misha finds the whole thing kind of weird. Jensen is his coworker, and they have a lot of scenes together. Plus, he's pretty sure Jared would be kind of weirded out if the two of them had a fling. Misha and Jared have become pretty good buddies and he doesn't want to fuck that up.
On the other hand, Misha will never be as close to Jared as Jensen is, and if he doesn't think a fling with Misha would fuck up their relationship, well, he'd know best.
He considers it.
::
The next day is mostly Sam-and-Dean. Castiel has to show up early on, so Misha has to be there at the break of dawn with everyone else, but he's done before noon, showered and changed back into normal clothes. He could go home, but instead he sits around on his director's chair and watches Jared and Jensen.
On a break to fix some lighting issues, Jensen grabs a quesadilla and wanders over to him.
“What does Jared think?” Misha asks.
“About what?” Jensen looks tired.
“About your crush on me.”
Jensen frowns.
“How is it any of Jared's business, again?” he asks.
“In theory, it isn't,” Misha tells him. “But in practice, if it freaks him out, it will make both of our lives much more difficult.”
“I guess,” Jensen said, mouth full of quesadilla. He looks like Dean. Well, he always looks like Dean, since he is Dean, but...okay, whatever. He swallows down his food. “Does this mean...?”
“Talk to Jared,” Misha says.
“Oh boy, this is going to be fun,” Jensen mutters.
“I'm going to call Vicki now,” Misha tells him. And he leaves.
::
After that it's the weekend. Misha wishes he had gone back to LA for the weekend to see Vicki. He can't wait for hiatus.
He's lying on the couch, half watching a rerun of Law & Order and half reading the Huffington Post when there's a knock on the door of the condo he's renting.
It's Jensen. He's wearing jeans and a plain red t-shirt and some kind of fashionable sneakers that you'd never want to do any actual athletics in.
He looks really good.
“I talked to Jared,” he says by way of greeting.
“What did he say?” Misha asks.
“He said it was really weird, but he would deal.”
“Do you think he meant it?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay. Come on in.”
It's pretty early still, too early for Misha to drink, so he makes some tea and offers some to Jensen, who refuses, but accepts an offer of soda.
Jensen sits down on the couch next to Misha and watches Law & Order with him. They've both seen this episode before, but neither of them feels like channel surfing to find something new. Jensen puts his hand on Misha's thigh, and this time Misha doesn't tell him to move it. He relaxes into the touch, enjoys it.
It's enough, for right now.
The episode ends and a new one starts.
“Misha?”
“Hmm?”
“Were you really planning on watching TV all day?”
“Not really,” Misha tells him. “I was thinking of doing some reading, too. Maybe going for a walk.”
“Oh.” Jensen doesn't seem to know what to say to that.
Misha can't stop himself from grinning. He figures Jensen doesn't usually have to do much to get someone out of their pants, and his game isn't very good.
After about forty more minutes of watching TV, Misha puts him out of his misery.
“What do you want, Jensen?”
Jensen draws in his eyebrows and looks puzzled.
“Do I...really have to say it aloud?”
“Yes,” Misha tells him. “You do. You want to fuck, or date, or what? I have to tell Vicki what I'm doing. It's part of the deal.”
Jensen looks startled. It's like he never thought about this, that he was hitting on a married man.
“I don't...know, I guess. I think...a relationship, maybe? But I think we can figure that out as we go. Is that okay?”
Misha nods. “Yeah. We'll see if it works out. If it does - and I'm beginning to hope it does - you'll have to meet with Vicki.”
Jensen nods his head. “Okay. I can do that.”
“All right.” Misha looks at Jensen seriously, leans over, and kisses him.
Jensen freezes for a moment before responding. He reaches up and cups Misha's face, holding it steady as he deepens the kiss.
Misha is beginning to think that this was a really excellent idea after all. Jensen is a fantastic kisser. He places his hands on Jensen's shoulders and presses him down against the couch, separating them and breaking the kiss. Misha climbs up on top of him, one knee to the left of Jensen's body, the other foot flat on the ground. He looks down at Jensen, who reddens under Misha's observation. He looks really fucking hot, and Misha kind of wants to kiss him breathless.
So he does.
It's not exactly the most comfortable place in the world to make out. Neither of them are very small guys, and the couch isn't large. Jensen's in the middle of kissing his way down Misha's neck when Misha makes a decision.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing Jensen's left hand and pulling him up. Jensen doesn't resist as Misha leads him into the bedroom.
They're no sooner in the room than Jensen is working on the buttons on Misha's shirt. He's not doing a very good job, his fingers fumbling.
“I got it,” Misha tells him, quickly unbuttoning his own shirt. While he does that, Jensen removes his t-shirt. His body is pretty perfect, and Misha tells him so.
“You're not so bad yourself,” Jensen says, like it's a joke, like he wasn't the one chasing after Misha. Misha just smiles, and leans forward to kiss Jensen again.
It's kind of funny, Misha thinks, kissing someone so close to him in height. He's not used to it. But it's nice, and he smiles into the kiss.
Jensen sheds his jeans and trendy sneakers, and lies down on the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” he asks. Misha looks at him for a moment. Jensen had been going commando, and his cock is flushed and curving up toward his belly, and a little bit to the left.
“No penetration,” he finally says. He wants to discuss it with Vicki before he goes that far. Jensen looks mildly disappointed for a moment - and Misha wonders what he'd had in mind - but recovers quickly.
“Lots of other stuff,” he says.
“Yes,” Misha agrees, shucking his pants and underwear. He climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Jensen.
“Fucking hot,” Jensen tells him in a low voice before he presses Misha down against the blanket and rolls on top of him. His breathing is heavy as he leans in and kisses and sucks at the crook of Misha's neck. He holds Misha down, pressing his forearms against Misha's shoulders. Jensen moves to Misha's lips and kisses him hard and fast and messy.
Misha tries to respond in kind, but he can't get the leverage he needs to force himself against Jensen. So he settles himself into the mattress, relaxes, and enjoys the sensation. It's almost overwhelming. It's been awhile since anyone touched Misha like this and it's fucking fantastic. When Jensen reaches down and strokes Misha's cock, he can't stop himself from arching his back, shoving himself against Jensen. He feels feverish. A groan escapes his mouth before he bites down on his lip.
“So fucking hot,” Jensen whispers again.
“Fuck,” Misha gasps.
“Mm, yes,” Jensen agrees. He lines up their bodies, slots his cock with Misha's. The pressure is perfect. Misha groans again and Jensen leans against him, licks into his mouth and shuts him up as he begins to move, grinding their cocks together.
Jensen's movement are furious and Misha can barely stand it. The friction - not to mention the frantic look in Jensen's eyes - is making him crazy.
“Shit,” Jensen says. “Shit shit shit shit,” and with that he comes in short spurts, hot sticky liquid onto both of their bodies.
Jensen slumps against Misha for twenty seconds, breathing hard and fast before he realizes that Misha is still rock hard. He glances up and Misha for a moment and smiles briefly before sliding down his body.
Misha watches Jensen focus in on his cock, but can't stop his eyes from rolling back into his head when Jensen leans in and sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh jesus fuck,” Misha gasps as Jensen sucks hard. He can feel the tongue swirling around, and forces himself to lift his head up so he can watch.
It's a pretty fucking awesome sight, Jensen's head bobbing up and down, his lips messy with spit and precome. Jensen hums happily for a few second - that he's enjoying this so much much drives Misha wild - but he stops when Misha lets out an amused gasp. Misha makes a note to apologize later before coherent thought disappears again.
Jensen sucks at the head of Misha's cock, presses his tongue against the slit. Misha groans. It feels like he's about to come out of his skin and he's enjoying it so fucking much he's almost disappointed when he feels the muscles in his feet tighten and spasm before he comes in a jolt, shaking and jittering, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Misha drops his head against the pillow and takes a couple breaths before sitting up. Jensen is still astride him, watching him. Misha kisses him lightly once, twice, before pressing his lips hard against Jensen's. He tastes like Misha's come, which is kind of disgusting and kind of really fucking hot.
“Okay,” Misha says, pulling away. “Let's call Vicki.”