Blue Eyes and Freckles
Title: Blue Eyes and Freckles
Author: angelic_x_demon
Pairings: Jensen/Misha (pre-slash)
Warnings: Drunkenness
Summary: Misha might be a little drunk. Maybe. But Jensen's got a lot of freckles and it's certainly not his fault that they're so much prettier up close. Based on the picture of Jensen Misha tweeted from the con.
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Misha's...well, he's not exactly one hundred percent right now, but he certainlyfeels like he knows what he's doing when he paws at Jensen's shirt and nuzzles under his arm.
Jensen's chuckle is a low, whiskey-rough sound that catches at the base of his spine and curls up and he presses closer, nose in his collarbone.
"You smell funny," he mumbles, and okay, he might be a drink or two past tipsy because when Jensen tightens his grip on Misha's shoulder to keep him from stumbling, a slow flush crawls up his cheeks.
"That's your fault, Mish. You spilled tequila all over me," Jensen drawls, a slight smile on his lips. Misha's lips part in an 'o', and well, yes, now that Jensen mentions it, he does remember doing that...
He tugs at Jensen's shirt. "Smells funny. Take it off," he insists, looking up at Jensen, eyes big and blue. Jensen gets that look like Dean does when Sam breaks out the puppy eyes, all fond exasperation and a bit of eye-rolling, but peels the shirt off, and Misha happily buries his nose into Jensen's collarbone, inhaling the musky scent of him and the natural cologne he always uses.
"Better," he says seriously and Jensen breaks out into a laugh.
"'m glad you approve," he says, arching his brow. Misha looks up at him, peering at his nose and the freckles splattering his face, and reaches a finger up to slide down the bridge of his nose.
Jensen blinks but doesn't pull away. "Mish?"
Misha ignores him, very focused on counting the dots scattering his coworker's face. "The fans love these," he says suddenly, still counting. His eyes flick up. "They say that Cas used to stare so much at Dean because he was counting all of his freckles, and whenever Dean moved he had to start again." He's just drunk enough that the mention of Castiel doesn't make something in his chest ache, but Jensen's face flickers with an indescribable emotion that quickly fades.
"Did they?" Jensen says, a little softer than before. Misha nods and fumbles with his phone for a moment, tugging Jensen closer.
"Stay still," he orders, and Jensen huffs amusedly but does as Misha says, staying perfectly still as his friend snaps a picture of his eyes. Misha makes a soft, happy noise that does things to Jensen's insides that he refuses to name.
"They'll love this. You an' your pretty eyes an' freckles," Misha grins, that gummy one with his eyes crinkled at the corners and his nose scrunched up. A hot flush blooms on Jensen's cheeks, but he doesn't stop Misha from posting the picture.
After he posts it, Misha looks up with a silly smile and Jensen's caught, doesn't understand why there's a huge fuss on his eyes and freckles and lips when there'sMisha, with his too-blue eyes and permanent scruff and soft, lined pillow lips.
He doesn't know how long he's been staring--they've been staring, really, caught in a very Dean and Cas moment--but eventually Misha blinks and presses close to him, looping his arms around his waist.
After a moment, Jensen does the same.