SPN: SPN Kink Meme Prompt-fill - Misha's Never This Quiet
Kinks: sad!Misha, comforting!Jensen, overwhelming schmoop, out-doors blowjob. This may be one of the tamest things I’ve written since deciding to do smut.
Since there wasn’t much direction in the prompt, here’s the summary: Something’s been off with Misha for a couple of days. As his boyfriend, Jensen decides to try and make things better.
**
“Hey Jen,” Jared nudged his friend with his elbow. “Is it just me, or is Misha really quiet today?”
“Hm?” Jensen looked up from where he’d been studying the script, then at the man in question. “Huh. Yeah. That’s odd.”
“Any idea why?”
“Why do you think I’d know what goes on inside Misha’s head?”
“Uh, because he’s your boyfriend?”
“And he’s just as confusing to me as anyone else. You don’t get to hear the insane things he comes up with during the more… intimate moments.” Misha’s headscape was indeed just as puzzling to Jensen as to anyone else.
“Well, did you forget his birthday or something?” Jared went for what usually got people in trouble with a partner.
“Not for another two months.”
“Anniversary?”
“Another four months.”
“Well… has something else happened?”
“Dunno. Lemme check his Twitter,” Jensen pulled out his phone. It was just one of the things he’d worked out from dating Misha - if he couldn’t get the guy to talk, check Twitter.
**
There was nothing, and Jensen was at a loss. Misha was doing fine acting-wise, nailing each shot first try, no clowning about. It was unnerving.
When Jensen tried to talk to him later, Misha begged off, claiming he was tired. Figuring it could be the reason for the behaviour change, Jensen let it drop and told Misha to sleep well tonight instead.
The next day wasn’t much better though. When they arrived in make-up, everyone could see the dark shadows under Misha’s eyes, and he was even more withdrawn than yesterday. He lightened up a little when he, Jared and Jensen ate lunch together, so Jensen tried not to worry. At least he got a kiss before shooting started again, which made it unlikely it was their relationship.
**
On Saturday, Jensen showed up on Misha’s doorstep with a six-pack of beer and a couple of subs he’d picked up, figuring that spending some time together wouldn’t be a bad thing. When the door was opened, however, Jensen thought that maybe he should have called first. Misha’s eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, and he was sniffling a little. Something was definitely wrong.
So Jensen stepped forwards and wrapped Misha in a hug, awkwardly putting his bag of goodies down as he started bathing Misha in affection. Misha had no problem with this, and hugged back, lapping up the attention.
After a while they separated, and Misha looked a little more composed.
“Hey Jen. Special occasion?”
“You’ve been off for a few days,” Jensen shrugged. “Thought we could spend the day hiding from the world and just having some fun?”
Misha looked down at the floor, then back up.
“Yeah. Can I… could you drive me somewhere? There’s something I gotta do, then I’m all yours.”
“Sure thing,” Jensen nodded. He followed Misha further into the house, planning on putting the food and beer in the fridge until they got back. When he passed the turtle enclosure though, he paused.
“Hey, what happened to the other turtle?”
There was a sound of something breaking in the kitchen and a muffled sob, and it clicked. Misha… was upset because his turtle died.
He considered cracking a joke for all of five seconds - even though it had been a turtle, it was still a beloved pet, and he could remember the feeling of having a pet die without warning. It was devastating.
“Hey,” he made his way into the kitchen and wrapped a shaking Misha in a hug again, this time pressing his back against Misha’s chest. “Sh, it’s okay. I’m sorry.” He looked over Misha’s shoulder, and realised that he’d taken a box out of the freezer. It was roughly the right size to hold the dead turtle. “You want me to take you somewhere to bury him, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Misha nodded, clearly trying to pull himself together. “I just… there’s this park with a lake, I wanted to bury him near it.”
“Okay,” Jensen squeezed him a little. “Okay. Let’s take the food with us, give him a wake. A proper send-off.”
“Really?” Misha tilted his head so that he could look back at Jensen.
“Really,” Jensen nodded, leaning forwards a little to kiss his boyfriend. Granted it was usually Misha coming up with the insane ways to spend their days off, but Jensen had been known to have a good idea now and then.
**
They sat together under a tree, overlooking the lake. They’d held a proper funeral for the turtle, with much sadness, and then proceeded to eat the sandwiches and drink the beer, telling stories about past pets. By the time the sun went down, Misha was smiling again, and Jensen felt like he’d done something good today.
He looked around and took note of the lack of other people, then turned back to Misha with a grin.
“Y’know what would really put you back in a good mood?”
“Hmm?” Misha hummed in response, still watching the water. It was so pretty, the red of sky reflected on the perfectly still water. He squirmed when he felt Jensen licking his neck, trying to reclaim his attention, and couldn’t help the large smile. “Oh, that. Well, if you insist…”
He was cut off by Jensen kissing him properly, and gladly went along with it. It was nice to be on the receiving end of comforting, even if he was still upset at losing his precious turtle. He allowed Jensen to lay him back on the ground, and gently patted Jensen’s hair as the taller man nuzzled against his chest and stomach.
Jensen undid Misha’s pants and belt with practiced ease and settled between the spread legs to start mouthing at his boyfriend’s cock. He smiled when he finally started laying kisses along the now-exposed flesh, hearing Misha sigh in happiness above him. It wasn’t often that Misha let Jensen take care of him, so Jensen planned on enjoying the evening.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Misha’s cock, sucking lightly as he pressed his tongue against the slit. Sure he’d never really enjoyed giving a blowjob, but he’d suffer through it for the sounds Misha made - soft little mewling noises, choked-off gasps, and of course the whispers of Jensen’s name. And he was learning exactly how to use his mouth to coax the sounds he wanted out of his lover.
Misha panted as Jensen lowered his head another inch or so, swirling around the head of Misha’s cock with his tongue and massaging the base with one hand. The other hand had found its way inside Misha’s pants and was gently massaging his balls, squeezing now and then to draw out a gasp of shocked pleasure.
When Jensen started to bob his head up and down, the perfect suction without even a hint of teeth, Misha couldn’t help himself and started thrusting upwards. Jensen let him, just adjusted his own actions to keep bringing his boyfriend relief.
It took a while, tension slowly building, before Misha tugged on Jensen’s hair with one hand.
“Jen, that’s it. Get up here.” He knew that Jensen didn’t enjoy the taste of semen, so he never pushed Jensen to let him come in his mouth.
Jensen gave one last, long lick to the underside of Misha’s cock, then crawled up Misha’s body and claimed his mouth for a hard, possessive kiss as has hand finished the job. Their tongues battled for dominance - something neither man gave up easily - as Misha eagerly rocked into Jensen’s fist. It wasn’t long now, and Misha opened his eyes, seeing Jensen’s face against a background of tree branches and star as he gasped Jensen’s name and fell apart.
**
How they made it out of the park and back to Jensen’s place, Misha’s wasn’t entirely sure. But as he lay happily entwined with Jensen, messed up sheets and blankets creating a nest, he didn’t care. He knew how much Jensen loved him, and how much he loved Jensen back.
Since there wasn’t much direction in the prompt, here’s the summary: Something’s been off with Misha for a couple of days. As his boyfriend, Jensen decides to try and make things better.
**
“Hey Jen,” Jared nudged his friend with his elbow. “Is it just me, or is Misha really quiet today?”
“Hm?” Jensen looked up from where he’d been studying the script, then at the man in question. “Huh. Yeah. That’s odd.”
“Any idea why?”
“Why do you think I’d know what goes on inside Misha’s head?”
“Uh, because he’s your boyfriend?”
“And he’s just as confusing to me as anyone else. You don’t get to hear the insane things he comes up with during the more… intimate moments.” Misha’s headscape was indeed just as puzzling to Jensen as to anyone else.
“Well, did you forget his birthday or something?” Jared went for what usually got people in trouble with a partner.
“Not for another two months.”
“Anniversary?”
“Another four months.”
“Well… has something else happened?”
“Dunno. Lemme check his Twitter,” Jensen pulled out his phone. It was just one of the things he’d worked out from dating Misha - if he couldn’t get the guy to talk, check Twitter.
**
There was nothing, and Jensen was at a loss. Misha was doing fine acting-wise, nailing each shot first try, no clowning about. It was unnerving.
When Jensen tried to talk to him later, Misha begged off, claiming he was tired. Figuring it could be the reason for the behaviour change, Jensen let it drop and told Misha to sleep well tonight instead.
The next day wasn’t much better though. When they arrived in make-up, everyone could see the dark shadows under Misha’s eyes, and he was even more withdrawn than yesterday. He lightened up a little when he, Jared and Jensen ate lunch together, so Jensen tried not to worry. At least he got a kiss before shooting started again, which made it unlikely it was their relationship.
**
On Saturday, Jensen showed up on Misha’s doorstep with a six-pack of beer and a couple of subs he’d picked up, figuring that spending some time together wouldn’t be a bad thing. When the door was opened, however, Jensen thought that maybe he should have called first. Misha’s eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, and he was sniffling a little. Something was definitely wrong.
So Jensen stepped forwards and wrapped Misha in a hug, awkwardly putting his bag of goodies down as he started bathing Misha in affection. Misha had no problem with this, and hugged back, lapping up the attention.
After a while they separated, and Misha looked a little more composed.
“Hey Jen. Special occasion?”
“You’ve been off for a few days,” Jensen shrugged. “Thought we could spend the day hiding from the world and just having some fun?”
Misha looked down at the floor, then back up.
“Yeah. Can I… could you drive me somewhere? There’s something I gotta do, then I’m all yours.”
“Sure thing,” Jensen nodded. He followed Misha further into the house, planning on putting the food and beer in the fridge until they got back. When he passed the turtle enclosure though, he paused.
“Hey, what happened to the other turtle?”
There was a sound of something breaking in the kitchen and a muffled sob, and it clicked. Misha… was upset because his turtle died.
He considered cracking a joke for all of five seconds - even though it had been a turtle, it was still a beloved pet, and he could remember the feeling of having a pet die without warning. It was devastating.
“Hey,” he made his way into the kitchen and wrapped a shaking Misha in a hug again, this time pressing his back against Misha’s chest. “Sh, it’s okay. I’m sorry.” He looked over Misha’s shoulder, and realised that he’d taken a box out of the freezer. It was roughly the right size to hold the dead turtle. “You want me to take you somewhere to bury him, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Misha nodded, clearly trying to pull himself together. “I just… there’s this park with a lake, I wanted to bury him near it.”
“Okay,” Jensen squeezed him a little. “Okay. Let’s take the food with us, give him a wake. A proper send-off.”
“Really?” Misha tilted his head so that he could look back at Jensen.
“Really,” Jensen nodded, leaning forwards a little to kiss his boyfriend. Granted it was usually Misha coming up with the insane ways to spend their days off, but Jensen had been known to have a good idea now and then.
**
They sat together under a tree, overlooking the lake. They’d held a proper funeral for the turtle, with much sadness, and then proceeded to eat the sandwiches and drink the beer, telling stories about past pets. By the time the sun went down, Misha was smiling again, and Jensen felt like he’d done something good today.
He looked around and took note of the lack of other people, then turned back to Misha with a grin.
“Y’know what would really put you back in a good mood?”
“Hmm?” Misha hummed in response, still watching the water. It was so pretty, the red of sky reflected on the perfectly still water. He squirmed when he felt Jensen licking his neck, trying to reclaim his attention, and couldn’t help the large smile. “Oh, that. Well, if you insist…”
He was cut off by Jensen kissing him properly, and gladly went along with it. It was nice to be on the receiving end of comforting, even if he was still upset at losing his precious turtle. He allowed Jensen to lay him back on the ground, and gently patted Jensen’s hair as the taller man nuzzled against his chest and stomach.
Jensen undid Misha’s pants and belt with practiced ease and settled between the spread legs to start mouthing at his boyfriend’s cock. He smiled when he finally started laying kisses along the now-exposed flesh, hearing Misha sigh in happiness above him. It wasn’t often that Misha let Jensen take care of him, so Jensen planned on enjoying the evening.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Misha’s cock, sucking lightly as he pressed his tongue against the slit. Sure he’d never really enjoyed giving a blowjob, but he’d suffer through it for the sounds Misha made - soft little mewling noises, choked-off gasps, and of course the whispers of Jensen’s name. And he was learning exactly how to use his mouth to coax the sounds he wanted out of his lover.
Misha panted as Jensen lowered his head another inch or so, swirling around the head of Misha’s cock with his tongue and massaging the base with one hand. The other hand had found its way inside Misha’s pants and was gently massaging his balls, squeezing now and then to draw out a gasp of shocked pleasure.
When Jensen started to bob his head up and down, the perfect suction without even a hint of teeth, Misha couldn’t help himself and started thrusting upwards. Jensen let him, just adjusted his own actions to keep bringing his boyfriend relief.
It took a while, tension slowly building, before Misha tugged on Jensen’s hair with one hand.
“Jen, that’s it. Get up here.” He knew that Jensen didn’t enjoy the taste of semen, so he never pushed Jensen to let him come in his mouth.
Jensen gave one last, long lick to the underside of Misha’s cock, then crawled up Misha’s body and claimed his mouth for a hard, possessive kiss as has hand finished the job. Their tongues battled for dominance - something neither man gave up easily - as Misha eagerly rocked into Jensen’s fist. It wasn’t long now, and Misha opened his eyes, seeing Jensen’s face against a background of tree branches and star as he gasped Jensen’s name and fell apart.
**
How they made it out of the park and back to Jensen’s place, Misha’s wasn’t entirely sure. But as he lay happily entwined with Jensen, messed up sheets and blankets creating a nest, he didn’t care. He knew how much Jensen loved him, and how much he loved Jensen back.