Part Two
Where the day brought them was to the coffee shop Jensen worked at because it was the closest and by the time they'd both gotten dressed, they were starving and in desperate need of caffeination. They sat at an empty corner booth and chatted over their breakfasts. Shared easy private smiles and Jensen enjoyed every second of it.
The way Misha could so easily make him laugh, the way his smile lit up his whole face. It was just awesome. He even found the way Misha carefully cradled his coffee cup cute. It was ridiculous. Completely dumb that he'd never let himself notice stuff like that before.
Sure, he'd known Misha was good looking. Even knew he found him attractive in an abstract kind of way, but he'd been so distracted by everything else and probably at least part of it was just bullheaded denial. He hadn't really paid much attention to the slow-steady trickle of feelings that'd grown inside of him each day until they'd smacked him in the face this morning.
He grinned into his coffee cup and responded to Misha's raised eyebrow with a nonchalant little shrug. Misha just smirked back him.
After they finished up, it was hard to figure out what to do next. Most everything was quiet before the holidays and it was pretty damn cold out, which Jensen was unequivocally not a fan of.
It was Misha who finally decided their next course of action when he asked, “So are you packed yet? To go tomorrow?”
The answer was written all over the guilty half-smile on Jensen's face. “Not even a little.”
Misha chuckled, “Okay, so first things first, let's go get you packed. And then I was, um, thinking…”
Jensen tilted his head at the uncharacteristic shyness in Misha's voice, “You were thinking?”
“Uh, yeah. That you might, you know, since you're leaving tomorrow and we don't have a lot of time. You might want to sleep over again? God I sound like a teenage girl right now. Just put me out of my misery, Jesus.” Misha laughed at himself and Jensen smiled fondly at him.
“That sounds good.” He said.
“Great.”
“So, we gonna braid each other's hair too? Should I bring lingerie for the pillow fight?” Jensen joked as they stood up to go.
“Hmm. I know you're trying to mock me, but that last one? Kind of an idea I could get behind.” Misha informed him as he headed for the door.
Jensen almost choked on his own spit, face beet red with embarrassment and if he was honest, a little weird rush of arousal. “Misha,” he mumbled, affectionately exasperated, under his breath as he followed after him.
Packing a bag didn't take too long and they decided to drop Jensen's stuff off at Misha's place before they figured out what to do with the rest of their day.
Following a lot of ideas that were bounced and quickly rejected by one or the other of them, they settled on lazing around in Misha's living room until after dark. Then they'd decided to check out the Christmas displays within walking distance in true sappy holiday fashion. Misha even promised made from scratch hot chocolate afterward.
The rest of the day was a blur of junk TV and Chinese food that Misha ordered in for supper. Mostly it was just spent wrapped around each other on the couch, enjoying their newfound closeness. It surprised Jensen a little how instantly they just fit together like that. Like Misha's chest was made for Jensen to lay back on. His arms meant to be snug around Jensen.
A slight ache surfaced in his chest, but Jensen pushed it down. Jared didn't want him, so Jensen was done letting him have an impact on his life. Misha was good for him, Misha loved him. And even if he was still getting over Jared, Jensen loved Misha. He wasn't gonna wreck stuff with him by turning all melancholy on him for no reason.
“So, you ready to go for that walk?” Misha asked after a while. “Or are we just gonna stay inside all night?”
With a disgruntled sigh Jensen heaved himself up off the couch, and then helped Misha up too. They got ready to go without much fanfare but Misha stopped Jensen at the door. Slowly ran his hands over the lapel of Jensen's jacket and then slid them loosely around his waist.
“What’s up?” Jensen asked.
“Nothing.” Misha replied warmly. “Just thinking how glad I am that you said what you did this morning.”
“That I love you?” Jensen asked slightly confused. Misha's grin at those words almost stole his breath.
“Yeah that.”
“Me too.” Jensen admitted with a soft smile of his own.
He kissed Misha slowly with just a little curl of tongue before he pulled back and opened the door. Threaded his fingers with Misha's after he'd locked up behind them and it was warm and perfect. Little nervous tingles at first that spread up his palm, into his arm and settled somewhere around his chest.
Outside it was pretty cold and neither of them had grabbed gloves, so the whole hand-holding thing didn't last very long before they gave it up. Misha's arm ended up wrapped around Jensen's waist, his hand wedged into the pocket of Jensen's jeans. Jensen's arm comfortably draped over Misha's shoulders with his hand tucked underneath the collar of Misha's coat, cold fingers burrowed under his shirt too to get at the warm skin there.
They walked for a few minutes just to get off campus and into the affluent neighborhood that surrounded it, big old houses all decked out in twinkling lights lined the streets. The warm weight of Misha all pressed up against his side somehow made everything even more beautiful than it was.
A few massive displays caught their attention longer but mostly it was just a slow paced stroll in a circle around the edge of campus until Jensen got too cold and reminded Misha that he'd been promised hot chocolate to warm up with.
Indulgently, Misha chuckled and pulled Jensen close. “I'll warm you up alright,” he mumbled just before he pulled Jensen down into a toe-curling kiss that was all perfect lips and tongue and teeth.
The chill of the air and Misha's nose cold against his cheek barely penetrated, because Jensen was too wrapped up in how good the slide of Misha's tongue felt against his. The way Misha's hand curled in his hair and gently tugged him where he wanted him, fuck. It was so damn hot.
Slow and sexy, Misha sucked Jensen's bottom lip into his mouth, bit down gently and Jensen groaned at the rush of pleasure that sent right to his quickly thickening dick.
Mischief in his eyes, Misha pulled back with a smirk on his lips, “Warm enough yet?”
Jensen smirked back, “Could be warmer.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
He ducked down a little and caught Misha's lips in another heady kiss and then another and God, Misha's lips were addictive. Soft and firm and so damn hot against his. Finally they both broke away to catch their breaths.
A little strained, Misha said, “So, hot chocolate?”
“Fuck hot chocolate.” Jensen replied as he grabbed Misha's hand and beelined them back toward the dorms.
Rushed and laughing, they made it back up to Misha's and before the door was even fully closed behind him, Jensen pushed up into Misha's space and backed him up toward the bedroom. Stole a few dirty kisses on the way that slowed their progress, but the press of Misha against him, their hands all over each other, was worth it.
When they finally made it into the bedroom Jensen unzipped Misha's jacket and then slid it off his shoulders. Quickly followed suit with his own.
“Hold on.” Misha mumbled against his lips before he pulled away, got his boots off and crawled across the bed to flick on his bedside lamp.
“Wanna be able to see you.” He said as he sat back against the headboard, legs just slightly splayed like he was waiting for Jensen to climb into his lap.
And well, that sounded fucking good to Jensen, so he unlaced and took off his own boots, socks too while he was at it. Face just a little red under Misha's watchful gaze, he climbed onto the bed and settled himself over Misha's lap. There was a tense moment where they just looked at one another before Misha placed a hand on the side of Jensen's neck, his thumb brushed over his jaw.
“Tell me what you want.” Misha demanded gently and Jensen sucked in a tight breath. So much. He wanted so, so, much. But, he reminded himself, he wanted to take it slow too. Just… not too slow.
Still, Jensen was afraid that if he started talking… it would turn into begging, and he wouldn't be able to stop at just begging for a handjob. So he kept it simple. He wrapped his fingers around Misha's hand and slowly drew it to the bulge that strained his pants and pressed it there before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against Misha's.
In a strangled whisper that betrayed just how completely wrecked Jensen felt he pleaded, "Make me come."
“Fuck.” Misha groaned, low and hot as he gave a little squeeze of his hand that Jensen arched into with a breathy sigh.
In a slow drag, Misha ground his palm up and down and Jensen couldn't help the flex of his hips as he rocked forward against it. So fucking good and not even close to enough at the same time.
“Mish, c’mon.” He panted, reached for the button on his pants but Misha beat him there, so he yanked his shirt off by the hem instead while Misha got his pants undone.
Needily, he kissed Misha with all the pent up desire that hummed through him as Misha finally tugged his pants and underwear down just far enough to get Jensen's dick free. So fucking hot when he pulled away and licked his palm wet, dark blue eyes on Jensen's the whole time, before he wrapped it around the blood-thick length of him.
The glide of snug fingers as Misha jerked him off, slow and insistent damn near drove Jensen insane. Sent jolts of heated pleasure rushing through him with every twist and stroke of Misha's hand until Jensen just clung to him and bit his lip in a desperately failed attempt to hold back the little needy sounds that were leaking out anyway.
Embarrassingly fast, Jensen was straddling the edge, so damn close he could almost taste it. Right, there.
“God, Mish, fuck.” He groaned when Misha's lips fastened slightly below his ear and sucked.
Just like that he shot straight past the point of no return, bucked hard into Misha's fist and came with a low satisfied grunt, face tucked into Misha's shoulder. Rush of pleasure so sharp it throbbed in time with the hot pulses he spurted on their clothes, over Misha's hand.
With a shuddered breath he grabbed Misha's wrist when he got too sensitive and was barely even conscious of it as Misha snagged some tissues from his nightstand and cleaned off his hand, wiped Jensen down before he tucked him back into his boxers.
He was still floating, warm with afterglow, when he sat back far enough that he could fumble open Misha's pants and return the favor. Trailed a rough line of bruising kisses down the column of Misha's throat as he slowly teased his zipper down.
A deep moan rumbled in Misha's chest when Jensen's hand closed hot around his flushed, leaking dick and satisfaction slow rolled through Jensen in response. Loved that Misha was already losing it for him.
“Jesus, Jensen.” Misha's head dropped back with a thump against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and kiss-swollen lips parted on a gasp.
He worked his hand up and down Misha's shaft, squeezed and twisted his fist on each upstroke and it didn't take long until Misha's muscles started to tighten up.
“So fucking hot.” Jensen breathed against Misha's ear, “Love the way you feel in my hand.”
Misha's breathing quickened, short little bursts of air that tickled the side of Jensen's neck. Hot and damp and Christ he was halfway hard again just listening to Misha's fucked out little noises.
Suddenly Misha's hand fisted in his hair and pulled him forward to crash their lips together as he groaned, spilled hotly between them in pulses that Jensen felt beneath his palm. He kept up the steady pace of his hand as he kissed Misha through it until the last slow trickle of come dripped out.
A harsh spent sigh exploded from Misha's lips once he came down from what appeared, for all intents and purposes, to have been a mindblowing orgasm. They traded slow kisses warm with satisfaction until Jensen decided it was time to clean them off and reached for the tissues to do so.
“Mmm.” Misha hummed, once they'd wiped down and peeled off their jeans and Misha's shirt and socks. Climbed under the covers and laid down on their sides facing one another, fingers laced between their heads. “That was definitely better than hot chocolate.”
“Damn right.” Jensen agreed proudly. “My ideas are always the best.”
“Unless they involve movies, because just no. I'm still scarred.” Misha joked.
“Oh c’mon, Human Centipede sounded fucking hysterical.” Jensen said mock defensively. He deserved that one.
“You keep using that word.” Misha said in a thick Spanish accent. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”
A belly deep laugh bubbled up in Jensen's chest but he rolled his eyes at Misha anyway. Over the top seductively he said, “Mmm, talk Spanish to me baby.”
“Sí papi.” Misha obliged in a high-pitched voice that launched Jensen into another round of uncontrollable laughter.
“Way to kill my boner, dude.” Jensen got out between chuckles.
Misha perked up a little at that, “There was gonna be a round two? Someone should’ve given me the memo before I wrecked it with my perfect Spanish accent.”
“Mhmm. Too late now. Plus you wore me out with all that walking.” Jensen smirked. “Guess you'll have to wait until morning.”
“Hmm. Or, and hear me out, you could roll over and lay back against me, let me do all the work. Promise I'll make you feel so good, baby.” Those last few words were barely more than puffs of hot sweet air against his sensitized lips, but Jensen's dick pulsed jerkily back to hardness.
“All the work?” Jensen asked, voice pitched purposely low.
Misha's fingers dragged slowly from the side of Jensen's thigh, up over the smooth skin of his torso to his shoulder and down his arm, left goosebumps in their wake as he said, “I'll take care of everything.”
Probably a little too eagerly, judging by the chuckle Misha let out, Jensen rolled over and backed right up against him. Misha’s hand slid up the front of Jensen's neck until his thumb and fingertips rested on either side of Jensen's jaw, tilted his head to the right angle and guided him into a messy kiss.
After that Misha took his sweet damn time winding Jensen up. Brushed his hand down the center of Jensen's chest, over the softness of his stomach, all the way to the waistband of his boxer-briefs where he teased a couple of fingers under it before he withdrew.
Trailed his hand back up to roll and gently tug Jensen's nipples into hardened over sensitive peaks that ached in the best damn way with every touch. Until Jensen was squirming, half out of his mind with the need for a hand on his dick right that second.
Hazy with pleasure, his breaths came in jagged gasps and this embarrassing whine he couldn't believe he was making. Finally, just when he tore his mouth away from Misha's to beg for it, Misha's hand slipped down and tugged at his underwear. A confused half-second later Jensen got with the program and took them off. Settled back right where he was.
“Fuck you're hot.” Misha sighed warm in Jensen's ear as his hand finally, finally curled around Jensen's dark pink flushed dick. Felt so fucking good and Jensen couldn't have helped the full body shudder he gave up when Misha started a slow tease of a rhythm if he wanted to. “Love the way you get so desperate for it. Buck up into my fist like that. Practically fucking yourself with my hand. Jesus, Jensen.”
Cheeks on fire, all Jensen managed was, “Mish- Misha.”
“Feel that?” Misha asked as he rocked his hips forward and pressed himself against Jensen's ass. “That's how hard you get me Jensen.”
Heat rocketed to pool in Jensen's gut, a strange kind of satisfaction and pride that he had that effect on Misha. And God, he loved Misha's fucking voice. Felt like he could probably get off just listening to that lust roughened low rumble. Jared’d had a dirty mouth too and God, he'd missed that.
Loved the way it made his insides squirm and twist with desire, the way it amplified every tremor of pleasure that wracked his body. And Misha was somehow nailing all the right things to say to get Jensen hottest.
“Someday,” Misha said almost conversationally, “I wanna blindfold you, maybe cuff your wrists to my bed. You ever done that before?”
Jensen shook his head as heat and longing coiled in his belly. Done so, so, much, but never that. Just the idea of it was like gasoline lit with a match in his veins. He pictured it in perfect clarity and was honestly surprised by the tidal wave of want that flooded him.
“But you like that idea, huh?” Misha asked, a smirk clear in his voice.
“Yeah, God.”
Just by a little bit, Misha's grip tightened, his hand sped up, “I like that idea too. Do you know what I'd do with you, all laid out for me like that, vulnerable?”
Words, Jensen knew them, but he couldn't get them out of his throat, just a choked off little exhale that Misha seemed to take as the encouragement it was meant to be.
“I’d spend hours mapping out every little place you like to be touched, licked, bitten. But I wouldn't once touch your cock,” Oh, oh, fuck, “and I bet you’d be so desperate, so overwhelmed that when I finally pressed my palm against it and told you to get yourself off, you'd do it. Those perfect cheeks flushed pink while you grind against me until you blow all over yourself.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Breath held tight, Jensen's hips jerked hard with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, blood buzzed loud in his ears and when the intense pleasure that rushed through him finally faded he sucked in a much needed breath of air.
“Fuck, Misha.” Jensen said weakly, his skin still thrummed with the intensity of his climax.
“Well, I think it's safe to say you really liked that idea.” Misha replied with a grin as he cleaned off his hand and tossed the tissues he'd grabbed in the direction of his garbage can.
“Guess so.” Jensen admitted as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
When Jensen blinked his eyes open a second later Misha was frowning at him, brows furrowed with concern, “I didn't- I mean, that wasn't, uh- too much, was it?”
Surprised that Misha would think that, Jensen rushed to reassure him, “No, no, definitely not too much. I, uh, I liked it. A lot.”
Just like that Misha's frown melted into a grin, “Good. Me too, turns out.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow at that.
“Yeah, never done that either.” Misha admitted with a chuckle, “I have literally zero idea where the hell that came from.”
That startled a laugh out of Jensen which made Misha laugh in return. Right about then, Jensen was reminded via a poke to his hip, that Misha still had a raging boner.
“Gonna take care of that?” Jensen asked, eyebrows up, playful smile on his lips.
“Not tonight. Some of us aren't quite so young and nubile.”
“Nubile?”
“Yeah, takes me forever to get off a second time this close together. I'd rather save the effort for tomorrow morning and a good send off before you go.”
“Nubile?” Jensen repeated.
“Yeah, babe, don't gotta rub it in.” Misha said with a wink.
“Whatever.” Jensen said torn between being amused and continuing his mock-serious offence. “We need showers before we sleep. We reek.”
“Wanna share?”
“Duh.”
That was how Jensen found out that Misha's glorious, glorious, hands were multi-talented. By the time Misha was done massaging shampoo into his scalp for far longer than necessity called for and had tilted him back under the steady stream of hot water, Jensen was practically boneless and half-way to sleeping on his feet.
“Mm. Love your hands.” Jensen mumbled later when they were tangled together, skin still slightly damp from their shower.
“Mm.” Misha echoed sleepily, “Love you.”
“That too.” Jensen said around a yawn before he snuggled in closer and let himself relax.
Despite what tomorrow was gonna bring, it didn't take long at all for Jensen to drift off to sleep. Maybe it was the amazing sex, or the fantastic scalp massage, or the way that he and Misha had gone from zero to sixty between one breath and the next. But if history repeated itself, Jensen always seemed to fall hard and fast and forever. Or at least, his last thought before sleep finally claimed him was, that he hoped this time it would last forever.
The weeks Jensen spent at home weren't nearly as bad as he'd anticipated. For one thing, Jared hadn't even bothered to visit his parents for the holiday, so he hadn't needed to worry about running into him. Which was both a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, Jensen was so, so relieved he wouldn't have to see Jared and find some way to act normal but on the other he… missed him.
It was stupid and pissed him off, but he missed Jared's dumb grin and his crappy jokes. Although he was still hurt and angry with Jared it didn't stop that ache in the pit of his heart that missed his best friend. He tried not to think about that much, and after a bit it got easier to push down.
Things with Misha were decidedly the bright spot of his holidays, even though they were apart. They'd started texting more often and they'd started calling each other at night, talked for hours that felt more like minutes until they were both half-asleep and neither of them remembered what they were even talking about.
There was something bordering on, and Jensen shuddered at his own sappy thoughts, magical about this phase, when everything was still so new. Where just his phone ringing could make nervous excitement flutter in his stomach and every time Misha called him babe or baby his heart swelled just a little. Pathetic was what it was, but also kind of awesome. Whatever.
Point was, he’d had a good Christmas vacation, spent time with his parents, his brother and sister. Ignored it when Josh made fun of him for rushing off to talk to his 'boyfriend’. Though Misha, who’d overheard him hadn't.
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“I-, he-”
“Nah, I like it. Haven't really been one for serious before, but if you're gonna stick around I'm gonna need to call you something.” He'd said a little too casually.
Jensen's heart had beat triple time in his chest. “Misha-”
“I might suck at it.” Misha’d interrupted. “Wasn’t kidding when I said nothing's stuck before. Just, uh, so you know.”
“Doesn't matter. It'd be pretty hard to get rid of me at this point.” Jensen had said, voice light despite the rush of happy emotions that’d coalesced in his chest. “I kinda like you a lot.”
“Thought you loved me?”
“That too.”
So, Jensen had started the new semester much, much differently than the last. He was happy, had an amazing boyfriend, and he was well on his way to getting over his broken heart. Mostly.
Weeks happily melted into a couple of months and much the same as it had before break, the days passed by with Jensen spending most of his free time at Misha's, only now there was a lot more kissing, cuddling and sex than before. They hadn't really gone past traded blowjobs which Jensen was generally okay with. He just kept sort of waiting for Misha to push things further until it occurred to him that maybe Misha was doing the exact same thing. Waiting for him to be ready.
And maybe it made him a little sappy or dorky or something, but it just made him love Misha that much more. So Jensen spent a lot of time imagining the perfect way to take that next step. He planned out ideas for how he'd make it special, how he'd do something romantic for Misha. Only, in the end, it turned out he hadn't needed to do any of that because just the fact that it was with Misha was what made it special.
He'd gotten home late from work, exhausted, miserable and just sick of dealing with people and he'd flopped onto his bed. Toed his shoes off and groaned into his pillow. For a few minutes he'd been relieved, comfortable now that he was finally off of his feet, but then this annoying little ache had settled in his chest. It took him a second to recognize it for what it was.
He wanted Misha. Wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, snuggled up on his couch or in his bed, just wanted the welcoming warmth of him. It occurred to him that in spite of how much time they got to spend together, it never seemed like enough. Whenever they were apart, Jensen was missing him. Especially at times like right then, when they could theoretically be together but weren't.
After a little more contemplation, Jensen somehow got a second wind. Got himself showered and dressed and found himself in front of Misha's door without any real plan for what he wanted to happen other than to see him.
When Misha opened the door with a little happy smile for Jensen on his face even though it was late and he hadn't called first, it just clicked for Jensen. This was what he wanted to see every day after classes or work, this was what he wanted to see in the mornings when he woke up. And it would never be enough, because even if he spent every last second of every single day he had left with the man in front of him it still wouldn't be enough time to do everything, experience everything he wanted to with him.
But he could make the time they had together count. Could do his best to make sure that Misha always knew how much he loved him, wanted him. So when Misha tilted his head just a little at the rough-warm sound of Jensen's hey, like he was silently asking Jensen what was going on, he closed the space between them and pressed their lips together, silky and hot.
He swept his tongue inside of Misha's mouth as he slid one arm around his waist and buried the other in his hair. Sighed into it when Misha instantly matched him in intensity and wrapped his arms around him too.
“Missed you.” He breathed hot against Misha's lips.
“You too.” Misha managed to say just before Jensen kissed him desperately, needy.
The trip from Misha's front door to his bed was a blur of stumbling steps, biting kisses and wandering hands. They left a trail of clothes in their wake and when Jensen straddled Misha on the bed, they were both completely bare. Hard and aching for it, Jensen kissed Misha back into the pillows. Loved the minty taste of his toothpaste and the way Misha couldn't keep his hands still. Like he needed to touch every part of Jensen as badly as Jensen wanted him to do it.
Roughly, Jensen scraped his teeth over the stubble on Misha's jaw, sucked at the hinge of it and Misha bucked up against him with a gasp. God, that sound, that frantic, rushed intake of breath that Misha always made when he did that went straight to Jensen's dick. Made it throb with need.
“Want me to suck you off?” Misha asked when Jensen moved on to work on a trail of kisses down his neck. Sent a rush of heat to his groin, but-
“Nope.”
Jensen sucked and bit down lightly on Misha's earlobe just as Misha got out a strained, “No?”
“Want you to fuck me.” He whispered, lips against the shell of Misha's ear.
He felt Misha shudder against him, the low groan in his chest at his request and it was sexy as fuck how fast Misha rolled them over so that he was on top of Jensen. Wide blue eyes dark with desire stared down at him and a tidal wave of emotion hit Jensen at the way Misha looked at him. With love and awe and this almost wonder in his eyes. Like he couldn't believe Jensen was really here with him, wanted him, when Jensen was the one that should feel like that. Because Jensen was the lucky one here and he knew it.
“You sure?” Misha asked softly and Jensen just affectionately rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, c’mon.” Jensen smirked, “Unless you don't wanna.”
“Oh, I wanna.” Misha said with a matching dirty little grin on his face. “Trust me, I've been thinking about fucking you in every possible way for so long now that I'm pretty sure my spank bank consists solely of you and fantasies about what I wanna do to you. But I just wanna make sure you're doing this because you want it.”
Involuntarily, Jensen's cheeks flushed, but he pushed his hips up against Misha, ground his very obvious hard-on against Misha's thick thigh, “Trust me, I want it. Want you so much.”
“You're so fucking hot Jensen.” Misha said as he brushed a thumb over Jensen's cheek, and even though he told Jensen that all the time, it never failed to set off a shock of pleased embarrassment in his gut. “Not fucking fair.” He claimed Jensen's lips in a kiss that left him short of breath before Jensen could even think of a reply.
With a last slow drag of his teeth over the sensitive swollen flesh of Jensen's lower lip, Misha pulled away and leaned over to reach the nightstand drawer. Fumbled around in it until he triumphantly found a string of condoms and a bottle of lube. Jensen raised an eyebrow at the string, a sardonic smile on his face.
“Someone's optimistic.”
Misha laughed, “Shut up.”
In mock-surrender, Jensen held up his hands while Misha tore a condom off and tossed it on his chest, shoved the rest back in the drawer.
Slowly, confidently, Misha took his time with Jensen after that. Used his tongue, lips and teeth to find all the spots that drove Jensen crazy, that made his body vibrate with pleasure and need. And when Jensen was so far past the point of ready that it was a pinprick of light in the rearview, Misha uncapped the lube, slicked up his fingers and mercilessly teased Jensen with them. Worked him up from exploratory brushes of fingertips to slow pushes inside.
Soon had him writhing on three of his thick, long fingers while he sucked dark marks into the creases of Jensen's thighs. So hot Jensen thought he'd explode in a shower of fiery sparks any second now. Every firm press against his prostate sent shivers of electricity crackling up his spine and fuck, all he wanted, all he could think about was how it was gonna feel when it was Misha's dick pushing into him.
“So fucking tight.” Misha groaned against Jensen's skin like he was thinking exactly what Jensen was, like he was imagining all that snug heat around him.
“Mish-” Jensen gasped, face flushed and skin glistening with exertion, “Fuck. C’mon.”
“Mmm.” Misha hummed as he kissed his way up Jensen's stomach, his chest. “Want me to fuck you pretty bad, huh?”
God, if Jensen blushed any darker he'd probably light on actual fire, “Yeah, c’mon. Fuck.”
The smirk on Misha's face as he withdrew his fingers right before he surged up and caught Jensen's lips with his own had no right being that damn sexy. Filled with dirty promises Jensen could taste.
A few seconds of fumbling with the wrapper and Misha rolled the condom on, got himself lubed up and in between one anticipatory breath out and the next one in, Misha lined himself up. Pressure and blunt heat and Jensen held his breath as his body relaxed, let Misha in.
God, fuck, he'd missed this feeling, stretched wide around a hard perfect dick as he stared up at a face he loved, into eyes that reflected every flicker of emotion he felt right back at him. A little part of Jensen that he'd tried very, very hard to ignore had worried that this, with Misha, wouldn't measure up to his memories with Jared and the relief he felt when it was actually just as good was a little overwhelming.
It wasn't the same because Misha wasn't the same, but it was perfect in it's own way. In a way that was all them.
They both caught their breath for a moment once Misha was pressed right up against Jensen's ass, and again, Misha brushed his thumb over Jensen's cheekbone with that indescribably sweet look on his face.
“God, I love you.” Misha said softly, lips almost touching Jensen's.
Warmth and affection swelled in Jensen's chest when he replied, “Love you too.”
Incrementally, Jensen shifted his hips just enough to encourage Misha. It didn't need repeating, because Misha picked up on the hint right away. He ground himself forward that little bit further into Jensen before he pulled almost all the way out, slammed back in. Sparks of pleasure and almost-pain lit Jensen up, made him arch into each powerful thrust of Misha's hips.
Gasps and groans he couldn't control escaped unguarded and that was the thing, wasn't it? With Misha he didn't need to guard anything, didn't need any walls or distance. His whole existence narrowed down to the places Misha was touching him, to where they were connected.
Over and over, Misha fucked into him, and Jensen could barely think through the haze of sensation that clouded his mind. Felt so fucking good that he was barely able to return the messy kisses Misha pressed to his lips.
Gradually, Misha picked up the pace, slammed in fast and deep and goddamn perfect. Their skin slid slickly together, the sound of their mingled breaths and moans echoed in the room. Burned into Jensen's memory. His whole body was hypersensitive, every last skin cell primed to resonate with Misha's touch.
“God, Jensen.” Misha groaned into the curve of his neck, before his lips dragged wetly over the skin there. “C’mon, babe, touch yourself. 'M so close. But, ah, want you to come first.”
Not even a second’s hesitation, Jensen got his hand between them, head thrown back with how fucking good it was. His fingers curled tight around his leaking dick while Misha filled him up so fucking perfectly. His toes curled against the sheets, his free hand dug into the back of Misha's shoulder.
Fuck, his whole body was shaking with the tension that started to rapidly coil in his gut and just before it crested, he scraped his fingernails down Misha's back, grabbed his ass and pulled him in harder, faster.
So, so close, “Misha, fuck, I'm gonna come.”
Misha bit down on the corner of Jensen's jaw just shy of painful and that was it, Jensen soared right over the edge, came hard with a stuttered gasp. Pulses of warm come splashed over his stomach, his chest and he grimaced a little when one spurt hit his chin.
“Fuck Misha.” Jensen sighed, loose and pliant as he came down from the high of his own orgasm just as Misha stilled inside him with a couple of aborted little twitches of his hips.
Then Misha let out the breath he'd been holding in a harsh exhale against the damp side of Jensen's neck, sent a little shiver down his back.
For long moments they stayed like that, just caught their breaths before they half-heartedly cleaned themselves up and crawled beneath the covers. Wrapped themselves up in each other. Jensen on his back with Misha's head on his chest, arm snug around his waist.
Eventually, Misha's head tilted back a little and caught Jensen's half lidded gaze, “So, that was pretty fucking amazing.”
Jensen smirked down at him, “Yeah, you weren't half-bad.”
Misha rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, “Uh-huh, so you didn't just blow your load so hard you hit yourself in the chin?”
“I mean, it's not like I almost took out an eye or something.” Jensen joked, “So, yeah, not half-bad.”
Misha chuckled, “Sounds like a challenge.”
Of course, Jensen laughed too, because for some reason Misha just had that effect on him. “Yeah, yeah. Not tonight though.”
“Aww. Did I wear you out?” Misha asked lightly as if he was trying to mask the underlying concern in his voice.
“You and the ten thousand customers who were pissed that we finally ran out of pumpkin spice syrup.” Jensen said as exhaustion stole through him.
“Babe, it's March. Why did you still have pumpkin spice going in the first place?” Misha asked curiously.
“Felicia went a little overboard when she ordered it in this year. And I guess she got it on clearance or something, so it was gonna expire before next year. Anyway, point is it's gone now and I got to be the asshole that told everyone all day.”
“That sucks.”
Jensen nodded, “Yeah. Then I got home and I missed you.”
Misha smiled up at him, “I missed you too. Glad you came over.”
Affectionately, Jensen smiled back at him. “Me too. I know I get to see you a lot, but I wish you were there when I got home.”
For a quick flash, Misha chewed his lip like he was nervous. “I could be.” He offered.
“Dude, I'm not gonna make you come over every time I get off work just so I can see you.” Jensen protested with a frown.
A half-smile tugged at the corner of Misha's lips, “No. But, uh… we could move in together…” Jensen's eyebrows raised and his lips parted, but Misha rushed forward. “Look, I know we haven't been together that long and I'm not an expert here, at all, but I love you and- and it feels like a forever kind of thing, you know? And maybe I'm moving too fast, just tell me if this is too much-”
Jensen cut him off with a kiss, grin on his lips almost too big to pull it off. “Seriously?”
Shakily, Misha took a breath but he nodded confidently, “Seriously.”
“Wow.”
Nervously, Misha chewed his bottom lip again and Jensen worried he was gonna break the skin so he tugged it free with his thumb.
“When?” Jensen asked and Misha tilted his head like he was confused.
“When?”
“Yeah, Mish. When do you wanna do this?” Jensen asked, eyes bright with excitement.
“Oh, was that a yes?”
“Duh.” Jensen said, then chuckled. “So, when?”
Misha's face broke into a huge dorky smile as he rolled over to sit up beside Jensen, “Shit. I didn't think this far ahead.”
Amused, Jensen laughed. “Well, I have exams coming up next month and I know you're busy too. So.. how ‘bout we look for a place for after the end of term?”
Enthusiastically, Misha nodded, “That's perfect. Wow. Look at us planning our future and shit.”
Warmth suffused Jensen's chest and he chuckled a little breathlessly, because this was big, but he was so ready for it. Couldn't wait to get to wake up to Misha every morning, go to bed with him every night.
The rest of the semester passed fairly quickly with a lot of late night study sessions and even later nights curled up together in bed. By the time they’d found a half-decent split-level duplex that they could both afford nearby campus, Jensen was already practically living at Misha's.
It didn't take long, once Jensen had finished his last exam, to pack up his meagre belongings into a few boxes he'd gotten from work. Much more difficult was getting the furniture from Misha's place to their new apartment without it falling all the way apart.
Somehow they managed and by the end of that day, everything had a place in their new home. It was sparsely decorated since neither of them had really personalized their spaces in the dorms and Jensen thought it might be fun to change that sometime, but right then, he was just glad to be spread out on the couch with Misha plastered to his side in a space that was theirs.
A mostly empty pizza box and two empty beer bottles were scattered on the coffee table while they watched some crap rerun of a show they'd both already seen and Jensen just felt content. Kind of in awe of how drastically his life had changed and how amazed he was that he got to have this.
In the back of his mind, a very tiny part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop and he hated it. More than anything, he just wanted to be happy with Misha and what they had. And… he was happy. He just couldn't help that little tickle that wondered when Misha would get over him like Jared so obviously had. When Misha would outgrow him too.
As much as he could, Jensen shoved thoughts like that away because Misha had never given him a reason to doubt him. Misha always made sure Jensen was acutely aware of how much he loved him. Inevitably though, they'd creep back in and Jensen learned to sort of ignore it for the most part. And when he couldn't, Misha never hesitated to remind him just how thoroughly he was loved.
So Jensen was a lucky guy, felt luckier by the day and when the first heat of early summer set in, he was still glad he'd chosen to move in with Misha instead of moving home for the break. His mom and dad had been a little concerned when he'd told them about his plans, especially since they hadn't met Misha. Josh in particular had been vocal about his worry that Jensen was rushing into something he might regret, but Jensen stubbornly denied it.
Sure, he got that it was fast, but it had nothing to do with Jared or rebounding. This thing he felt for Misha, their relationship, was real all on it's own. Whatever feelings for Jared that Jensen might still be getting over had no bearing on it. And Jensen had told them as much. Josh’d still been skeptical, Mom too, but once he'd brought Misha down for a visit… Well, in Jensen's opinion you couldn't meet Misha and not like the guy. Convincing Jensen's family to trust that they knew what they were doing was pretty easy after that.
Mom had all but offered to adopt Misha and he was pretty sure she was already planning their wedding. Even Dad and Josh had come around. Mac was the easiest, big heart eyes for Misha that probably rivaled Jensen's that Josh teased her mercilessly for.
In a fit of sentimentality that had completely blindsided Jensen, Dad had given him an actual freaking car as a housewarming gift. Of course, he played it off that he was getting a new one and the trade in value was next to nothing, so Jensen might as well take it, but Jensen heard the 'I love you’ in the gesture all the same.
Mom had said that since he'd be really living on his own now that he needed a way to come visit. Her eyes had gotten a little misty and Jensen had blinked hard a few times to clear his own. Misha's warm hand squeezed his shoulder, support that he drew strength from.
Since then it'd been pretty smooth sailing. They fit into each other's lives seamlessly and disagreements between them were rare. They still happened, sure, but there was never anything big enough that some time and an apology couldn't fix it.
“Hey, babe?” Misha called out from the kitchen, startled Jensen out of his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Can you go grab milk? I thought I had enough for this sauce, but there's less than I thought in the carton.”
Fondly, Jensen smiled to himself, “Sure, Mish.”
He heaved himself off the couch and walked into the kitchen to grab the car keys from the counter. Took the time to crowd up behind Misha and wrap him in a hug.
“Back before you know it.” Jensen said with a quick kiss to the side of Misha's head, just above his ear.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
It should’ve been uneventful. Should’ve been like any one of the countless trips he'd made to the store before that. Less than a ten minute drive to the place with cheap groceries, a drive he knew like the back of his hand.
All it took was one person's negligence as Jensen pulled through a green light at an intersection. The crunch of metal and glass came as a total surprise, he hadn't even seen it coming. His ankle jammed awkwardly and pain shot up through his leg just before his head smashed into the window and everything went black. Jensen didn't even have time to be scared before he passed out.
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