Heat of the Moment
Title: Heat of the Moment
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Jensen's mouth, hot-n-heavy kissing?
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Summary: From the jensen_misha 12 days of Christmas prompt_meme: earth_heart : Jensen/Misha- Jensen's in the middle of saying something to Misha when his costar suddenly kisses him. He tastes like mint, and sugar, and heat, and one kiss quickly evolves into many.
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"And see, Dean and Castiel would never--" Suddenly, Jensen's cut off, his mouth occupied with another that tastes of cool peppermint, sweet sugar from the donuts they had last eaten during a filming break, and delicious, toe-curling heat.
Almost subconsciously, his fingers wind up in Misha's dark, unruly hair, tugging at the thick, wild strands to bring that talented mouth even nearer. Misha steps closer, body pressing tightly against Jensen's, causing him to make a low, throaty sound, all need and possessive hunger. His mouth is open and wet and welcoming, velvet lips parted slowly and tantalizing.
Jensen rips his mouth away, breathing hard, green eyes dark and wild.
"...What?" He gasps, looking at his costar's inky blue eyes and pretty, pretty mouth.
Misha's throat works, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, and Jensen can't help but watch the movement, his hands still buried in the tousled hair.
"You wouldn't shut up," he rasps, voice hoarse and husky, surprise glinting momentarily in his eyes.
For a few seconds, Jensen just stares, and somewhere in the back of his mind he's celebrating to the fact that he, Jensen Ackles, has just caught the notoriously unflappable Misha Collins by surprise.
Which, awesome.
But really, all he wants to do is tug him back and kiss the living daylights out of him.
So he does, yanking him by that small, proportioned wrist and pressing him against the trailer door, mouth hot and dirty on his, swallowing the small, shocked sound.
Soon, they're both participating, and quite enthusiastically, tongues tangling heated and seductive, Jensen nipping at his costar's full, swollen lips, tugging the bottom one into his mouth and sucking. Misha huffs out a long, drawn-out groan that's quickly swallowed by Jensen, who's hands are everywhere: Misha's lean back, his flyaway hair, his perpetually stubbled jaw, his sharp, pronounced hipbones.
Misha pushes back, hands roaming over Jensen's broad shoulders and settling on his perfect ass, smiling cheekily against that beautiful, feminine mouth when he makes a squeeked sound.
"Fuck, Misha, what are we doing?" Jensen asks, voice rough and gritty, throaty in that way it gets when Dean and Castiel talk to each other, voices always lowering to try to outmatch the other.
"Just kiss me again, you fool," Misha replies, absent-mindedly noting his own gruff voice, nearly at Castiel level, and seeing the nearly unnoticeable shiver that goes through Jensen's body at the sound of it.
Interesting.
Suddenly, Misha realizes that they're not kissing and they're just staring at each other, and have been long enough to put Dean and Castiel to shame, and why aren't they kissing each other again?
He doesn't have to wonder long because Jensen presses him even closer to the wall, body thrumming with quivering want, lips possessive and addicting on his. And as Jensen licks his way into the sweet heat of Misha's open mouth, tongue laving the roof and exploring every inch, he thinks, I could get used to this.
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Jensen and Misha are too attractive for their own good. Feeback would be wonderful :)