SPN RPS: Blame (Thank) Misha
How did this come about? I was discussing the new challenge I’m running, the Kinky Bang, with Alezig. Got sick of all the admin stuff and decided to write porn instead of working or studying. After a couple more messages, I declared that I was going to trawl the Kink-Meme for angel porn prompts. Cue Alezig sighing over lack of J2 wingfic, and me being just sleep deprived enough to have an idea for something.
So, without further ado…
Blame (Thank) Misha
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Sure you are, Sasquatch.”
“I mean it this time, as soon as I can leave the house Misha’s dead!”
“You’re the one who trusted him,” Jensen pointed out, feeling equally annoyed at his best friend for trusting something that Misha gave him, and amused at the predicament they were in because of it.
It all started two weeks prior, when Jared and Misha had been playing scrabble during some down-time on set. Jared had won after Jim Beaver had ruled that ‘Wingkink’ was an acceptable word - since Misha had already used ‘Dogporn’ and been allowed to get away with it. Misha had sullenly agreed to cook dinner for both Jared and Jensen at some point, which Jared had called in last night.
Jensen had seen the mischievous spark in Misha’s eye all night, and had been on edge because of it. Jared, on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to notice and instead took delight in telling Misha that he could ‘out-gutter-mind’ the smaller prankster any day.
Despite Jensen’s misgivings, the evening had gone just fine. He was now kicking himself for not picking up on the fact that Misha hadn’t given himself any of the honeyed carrots, since it was obvious in hindsight that they were what had led to Jared and Jensen both sporting enormous wings in the morning.
Jared had awoken with a pair of wings, each one roughly twice as big as he was, and had promptly started flailing and panicking. This had woken Jensen, who had taken the transformation much easier - somewhere along the way he’d just grown used to Misha’s antics, and this had all the hallmarks of one of his pranks.
So now, while Jared was trying to move about their shared house without destroying anything - a challenge even at the best of times - while Jensen was on the computer, checking to see if they could reverse it by themselves. The last thing he wanted to do was call Misha for help, or even worse, Richard. Things would go downhill very quickly if either of them got involved. Thus far he’d worked out that Jared’s new black and white wings usually belonged to a pelican, whilst his speckled brown ones were from an eagle. Jensen was so going to hold that over Jared’s head for the rest of… probably for the rest of their lives.
“Come on, man,” Jared hauled himself off the ground after overbalancing yet again, “can’t you find anything? They’re driving me nuts!”
“Hm, maybe,” Jensen flicked through a few more sites. He’d already posted their problem on one of the forums he’d started frequenting after realising Misha had access to actual magic and needed to know how to counter some of the spells. “By the way, Mooseketeer666 hasn’t stopped laughing yet.”
“Jensen! Why’d you have to…”
“Relax, not like anyone knows it’s actually us.” Jensen grinned again, amusement definitely winning out over annoyance. “I’ve had a few hints, though no one’s entirely sure. Misha’s pretty powerful, all things considered.”
“We’re gonna have to call Richard, aren’t we?” Jared looked so dejected at that thought, Jensen felt his heart clenching. He was doing his best not to show it, honestly, but being having an unrequited love for your best friend really sucked.
“Maybe not,” Jensen quickly turned back to the screen so he wouldn’t have to see Jared’s mournful puppy-eyes. “I’ll keep looking. At least we don’t have to go in to work until Monday, right?”
“Yeah,” Jared sighed, tried to turn to go to the kitchen, and fell over again. “MOTHER FUCKER!”
--
Three hours later, Jensen still hadn’t found anything. Jared was moping, the dogs were getting antsy from not going for a run, and Jensen had had enough. He’d had to watch Jared going about topless all day, frequently falling onto his hands and knees, with enormous fluffy wings. Even he had his limits.
The next time Jared stumbled past, Jensen reached out with his wing and let it brush against Jared’s. He was unprepared for how it felt, and apparently so was Jared, since the taller man fell down again.
“Woah… you okay there, Jay?” Jensen shifted in his chair to try and force his mind back into safe territory. He was not going to jump Jared, he was not going to jump Jared…
“Yeah, I think so,” Jared looked up, wide-eyed, as he settled onto his knees. “Man, that felt… uh, hey, did you do that on purpose? Were you trying to trip me up? You’ve got control over them already?”
Jensen looked down at his best friend, and could put together what Jared had been about to say, what Jared was trying to distract him from.
It had felt… good.
Instead of answering, Jensen let his wing reach out again to gently brushed Jared’s. This time he was looking directly at his friend, and saw the hurried intake of breath. He let his wing rest along Jared’s, shifting around in his chair so that his other wing could do the same, and felt himself harden as he watched Jared close his eyes, fingers clenching into his pants legs.
“Jen…” Jared whispered, and Jensen moved down from his chair, straddling Jared’s lap. He could feel the bulge at Jared’s groin, but strangely didn’t feel the usual desire to touch it. Instead he kept stroking Jared’s wings with his own, listening to the half choked-off whimpers that Jared was obviously trying to contain.
“Jared,” he wrapped one arm around Jared’s back to stroke and massage where the wings emerged from the flesh of his back, and used his other hand to cup Jared’s face. “Jared, look at me.”
Evidently unable to deny Jensen’s soft-spoken plea, Jared opened his eyes slowly. They watched each other as their wings continued their caresses, Jared gaining more control as he stopped thinking about it and just let his new appendages react. The light touches were driving Jensen mad, and he was fairly sure that Jared felt the same, so he started pressing forwards a little harder before leaning in to capture Jared’s mouth in a kiss.
It took a few seconds for Jared to respond, but when he did it was with enthusiasm. Jensen felt like he could cry in relief, only that would most likely cause everything to stop. So instead he directed his energy into kissing Jared, letting out a strangled moan when Jared’s oversized hands found their way to his wings as well.
They were fondling each other’s wings with their hands as well as their own wings, trying to devour each other with their kisses, and Jensen was damn sure that he was never going to forget this. And if Jared tried to claim later that it never happened, or that he didn’t enjoy himself, then Jensen would damn well tie him to the bed and snog him senseless again. Because now that he’d had a taste, he wasn’t going to give Jared up.
He was so caught up in the sensations in his wings that he was taken by surprise when Jared suddenly grabbed his arse and pulled him closer. It only took the briefest contact between their hardened cocks, even between the layers of clothes, for Jared to moan into Jensen’s mouth as he came in his pants like a teenager.
Jensen shifted, wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist, and ground into him twice before he was coming harder than he had in years.
Wrapped around Jared like an octopus, Jensen didn’t really notice when they collapsed sideways onto the floor, having stopped kissing in favour of panting to get their breath back. He ran a hand up and down Jared’s back, then opened his eyes and frowned. The wings were gone.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that his were gone too.
“Damnit,” he muttered, before laying back down and nuzzling into Jared’s chest. There was silence for a few minutes, and Jensen savoured it.
“So…” Jared started, and Jensen tensed. Here it was, the ‘let’s just be friends’ speech. He really didn’t want to hear that. “So, uh, that was… intense.”
“Yeah,” Jensen agreed, unwilling to move.
“Hmm. Think it would be just as good without the wings?”
Jensen’s head snapped up, searching Jared’s face for any sign he wasn’t being serious.
“You want… really?”
“Hey now,” Jared smiled softly, bringing a hand up to trace his fingers along Jensen’s face. “I may not be the most observant man in the world, but I’m pretty sure you enjoyed that. And you started it. So, you want to do it again? Just us?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded. “Have for a while.”
“Oh… sorry,” Jared looked sheepish. “I, uh… didn’t think you were into guys. Otherwise I’d have bent you over the counter ages ago.”
“Who says I’ll be the one bending over?” Jensen raised an eyebrow, shifting so that he was leaning up on one elbow.
“Well, you are rather pretty,” Jared teased, cutting off any retort by shoving his tongue back in Jensen’s mouth. Jensen figured it was a fair trade-off.
“We’ll discuss that later,” Jensen decided when they pulled apart again. “For now, you need to take the hounds for a walk before they knock down the fence.”
“Yes Dear,” Jared grinned and stood, moving much easier now that there were no longer wings attached to his back. “I’m still gonna kill Misha.”
“Hmm. You do that,” Jensen waved him away.
Personally, Jensen was planning to send Misha a muffin basket. And then bribe him for the spell.
Y’know… for special occasions.
So, without further ado…
Blame (Thank) Misha
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Sure you are, Sasquatch.”
“I mean it this time, as soon as I can leave the house Misha’s dead!”
“You’re the one who trusted him,” Jensen pointed out, feeling equally annoyed at his best friend for trusting something that Misha gave him, and amused at the predicament they were in because of it.
It all started two weeks prior, when Jared and Misha had been playing scrabble during some down-time on set. Jared had won after Jim Beaver had ruled that ‘Wingkink’ was an acceptable word - since Misha had already used ‘Dogporn’ and been allowed to get away with it. Misha had sullenly agreed to cook dinner for both Jared and Jensen at some point, which Jared had called in last night.
Jensen had seen the mischievous spark in Misha’s eye all night, and had been on edge because of it. Jared, on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to notice and instead took delight in telling Misha that he could ‘out-gutter-mind’ the smaller prankster any day.
Despite Jensen’s misgivings, the evening had gone just fine. He was now kicking himself for not picking up on the fact that Misha hadn’t given himself any of the honeyed carrots, since it was obvious in hindsight that they were what had led to Jared and Jensen both sporting enormous wings in the morning.
Jared had awoken with a pair of wings, each one roughly twice as big as he was, and had promptly started flailing and panicking. This had woken Jensen, who had taken the transformation much easier - somewhere along the way he’d just grown used to Misha’s antics, and this had all the hallmarks of one of his pranks.
So now, while Jared was trying to move about their shared house without destroying anything - a challenge even at the best of times - while Jensen was on the computer, checking to see if they could reverse it by themselves. The last thing he wanted to do was call Misha for help, or even worse, Richard. Things would go downhill very quickly if either of them got involved. Thus far he’d worked out that Jared’s new black and white wings usually belonged to a pelican, whilst his speckled brown ones were from an eagle. Jensen was so going to hold that over Jared’s head for the rest of… probably for the rest of their lives.
“Come on, man,” Jared hauled himself off the ground after overbalancing yet again, “can’t you find anything? They’re driving me nuts!”
“Hm, maybe,” Jensen flicked through a few more sites. He’d already posted their problem on one of the forums he’d started frequenting after realising Misha had access to actual magic and needed to know how to counter some of the spells. “By the way, Mooseketeer666 hasn’t stopped laughing yet.”
“Jensen! Why’d you have to…”
“Relax, not like anyone knows it’s actually us.” Jensen grinned again, amusement definitely winning out over annoyance. “I’ve had a few hints, though no one’s entirely sure. Misha’s pretty powerful, all things considered.”
“We’re gonna have to call Richard, aren’t we?” Jared looked so dejected at that thought, Jensen felt his heart clenching. He was doing his best not to show it, honestly, but being having an unrequited love for your best friend really sucked.
“Maybe not,” Jensen quickly turned back to the screen so he wouldn’t have to see Jared’s mournful puppy-eyes. “I’ll keep looking. At least we don’t have to go in to work until Monday, right?”
“Yeah,” Jared sighed, tried to turn to go to the kitchen, and fell over again. “MOTHER FUCKER!”
--
Three hours later, Jensen still hadn’t found anything. Jared was moping, the dogs were getting antsy from not going for a run, and Jensen had had enough. He’d had to watch Jared going about topless all day, frequently falling onto his hands and knees, with enormous fluffy wings. Even he had his limits.
The next time Jared stumbled past, Jensen reached out with his wing and let it brush against Jared’s. He was unprepared for how it felt, and apparently so was Jared, since the taller man fell down again.
“Woah… you okay there, Jay?” Jensen shifted in his chair to try and force his mind back into safe territory. He was not going to jump Jared, he was not going to jump Jared…
“Yeah, I think so,” Jared looked up, wide-eyed, as he settled onto his knees. “Man, that felt… uh, hey, did you do that on purpose? Were you trying to trip me up? You’ve got control over them already?”
Jensen looked down at his best friend, and could put together what Jared had been about to say, what Jared was trying to distract him from.
It had felt… good.
Instead of answering, Jensen let his wing reach out again to gently brushed Jared’s. This time he was looking directly at his friend, and saw the hurried intake of breath. He let his wing rest along Jared’s, shifting around in his chair so that his other wing could do the same, and felt himself harden as he watched Jared close his eyes, fingers clenching into his pants legs.
“Jen…” Jared whispered, and Jensen moved down from his chair, straddling Jared’s lap. He could feel the bulge at Jared’s groin, but strangely didn’t feel the usual desire to touch it. Instead he kept stroking Jared’s wings with his own, listening to the half choked-off whimpers that Jared was obviously trying to contain.
“Jared,” he wrapped one arm around Jared’s back to stroke and massage where the wings emerged from the flesh of his back, and used his other hand to cup Jared’s face. “Jared, look at me.”
Evidently unable to deny Jensen’s soft-spoken plea, Jared opened his eyes slowly. They watched each other as their wings continued their caresses, Jared gaining more control as he stopped thinking about it and just let his new appendages react. The light touches were driving Jensen mad, and he was fairly sure that Jared felt the same, so he started pressing forwards a little harder before leaning in to capture Jared’s mouth in a kiss.
It took a few seconds for Jared to respond, but when he did it was with enthusiasm. Jensen felt like he could cry in relief, only that would most likely cause everything to stop. So instead he directed his energy into kissing Jared, letting out a strangled moan when Jared’s oversized hands found their way to his wings as well.
They were fondling each other’s wings with their hands as well as their own wings, trying to devour each other with their kisses, and Jensen was damn sure that he was never going to forget this. And if Jared tried to claim later that it never happened, or that he didn’t enjoy himself, then Jensen would damn well tie him to the bed and snog him senseless again. Because now that he’d had a taste, he wasn’t going to give Jared up.
He was so caught up in the sensations in his wings that he was taken by surprise when Jared suddenly grabbed his arse and pulled him closer. It only took the briefest contact between their hardened cocks, even between the layers of clothes, for Jared to moan into Jensen’s mouth as he came in his pants like a teenager.
Jensen shifted, wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist, and ground into him twice before he was coming harder than he had in years.
Wrapped around Jared like an octopus, Jensen didn’t really notice when they collapsed sideways onto the floor, having stopped kissing in favour of panting to get their breath back. He ran a hand up and down Jared’s back, then opened his eyes and frowned. The wings were gone.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that his were gone too.
“Damnit,” he muttered, before laying back down and nuzzling into Jared’s chest. There was silence for a few minutes, and Jensen savoured it.
“So…” Jared started, and Jensen tensed. Here it was, the ‘let’s just be friends’ speech. He really didn’t want to hear that. “So, uh, that was… intense.”
“Yeah,” Jensen agreed, unwilling to move.
“Hmm. Think it would be just as good without the wings?”
Jensen’s head snapped up, searching Jared’s face for any sign he wasn’t being serious.
“You want… really?”
“Hey now,” Jared smiled softly, bringing a hand up to trace his fingers along Jensen’s face. “I may not be the most observant man in the world, but I’m pretty sure you enjoyed that. And you started it. So, you want to do it again? Just us?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded. “Have for a while.”
“Oh… sorry,” Jared looked sheepish. “I, uh… didn’t think you were into guys. Otherwise I’d have bent you over the counter ages ago.”
“Who says I’ll be the one bending over?” Jensen raised an eyebrow, shifting so that he was leaning up on one elbow.
“Well, you are rather pretty,” Jared teased, cutting off any retort by shoving his tongue back in Jensen’s mouth. Jensen figured it was a fair trade-off.
“We’ll discuss that later,” Jensen decided when they pulled apart again. “For now, you need to take the hounds for a walk before they knock down the fence.”
“Yes Dear,” Jared grinned and stood, moving much easier now that there were no longer wings attached to his back. “I’m still gonna kill Misha.”
“Hmm. You do that,” Jensen waved him away.
Personally, Jensen was planning to send Misha a muffin basket. And then bribe him for the spell.
Y’know… for special occasions.