Part Five
Ever since he woke up that morning things’d been weird. Off. Misha had gotten dressed to head to the library like he’d told Jensen he was going to the night before while Jensen snuggled down under their blanket and floated only partially aware of what was happening.
He didn’t fully surface until Misha came back into the room and softly pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was normal, usual in that Misha did it every morning that he got up before Jensen, but it lasted longer. Seemed… sad somehow.
“Mish?” Jensen mumbled almost incoherently, and Misha’s lips quirked up a little against his skin but it still felt wrong somehow.
“Shh.” He said gently, voice hushed. “Go back to sleep, babe. Just heading to library.”
“‘S goin’ on? You okay?”
“Yeah.” Misha assured him, but Jensen heard the lie in his words. Wanted to press him for answers but his sleep muddled mind was sluggish and slow to respond. “I’m fine. Gotta go though, I’ll see you tonight, kay?”
“Mhmm.” Jensen murmured and Misha pressed another kiss to his forehead before he left.
His day didn’t get any less weird from there. Once he’d made his way downstairs, freshly showered and dressed, he found Jared in the kitchen on his laptop. And he displayed cat-like reflexes when he quickly slammed it shut as soon as he heard Jensen’s footsteps. Shot to his feet and turned around with a little half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Hey, morning.” He said in a fake bright voice and Jensen quirked his head, glanced meaningfully between the laptop and Jared. Knew for a fact that Jared understood what he was asking, but instead of answering him, Jared just smiled brighter, moved closer and did his best to distract him with a kiss.
And, well, it was pretty distracting. Kissing Jared was something he never could say no to, so he gave in and relaxed against him. Let Jared think he’d won for now. Jensen could figure out what the heck was going on later. Right then, Jared’s big hands were pulling him closer by his hips and that seemed, much, much more important at the time.
“Morning.” Jensen said breathlessly when Jared finally pulled back with a smirk.
For the rest of the morning though, Jared was quiet and contemplative. He answered when Jensen spoke to him, but his mind was clearly occupied with something else and Jensen's attempts to coax whatever it was out of him had all been brushed off. They wound up on the couch and just watched some show that they were burning through, but Jensen couldn’t pay attention to whatever was happening on the screen. Something was wrong. Really wrong. He could feel it in the way Jared was tensely spread out next to him, like he was trying to act normal only he wasn’t pulling it off. Not even a little.
And then there was the way Misha had seemed so damn sad this morning and Jensen should’ve gotten up faster, should’ve pushed harder to find out what was wrong. His thoughts spun through the same old fears over the course of the day, through lunch and more of the show and he couldn’t stop the little details from adding up in his mind. He was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For everything to fall apart. Why in the hell had he ever thought this could work, that he could have both of them? Of course they wouldn’t be happy with that.
Things’d been tense lately and he’d been trying to ignore it because he didn’t wanna face the fact that Jared and Misha weren’t happy anymore. Selfish. God, he was so fucking selfish. Here were two people who gave everything to him, did everything they could for him and what was he doing? Sucking up everything they had to give and giving nothing in return. He’d just hoped that…
What he’d hoped wasn’t relevant. His stomach was a twisted, gnarled cramp and his palms were sweaty and he just couldn’t sit there anymore and wait for Jared to tell him it was over. That he was leaving again.
He stood up abruptly and at Jared’s questioning glance, said, “Be back in a few minutes. Just forgot something I was supposed to do.”
Jared looked like he wanted to ask him about whatever it was, but Jensen just turned and headed for his room. Shut the door behind him and grabbed the bottle of leftover percocets he had from his nightstand drawer along with a cigarette and his lighter. Sat on the bed and lit up even though he knew that Misha hated it when he smoked in the house. Hated when he smoked period. He’d been better again about cutting down, almost ready to quit, but now? Well, everything was fucked now anyway, what was one more thing?
The smoke was doing shit all to calm him down, his thoughts were still flying around his head at a hundred miles an hour and they were all bad. Because for a little while he’d been so happy. He’d felt whole again for the first time in so damn long and now it was all blowing up because he was too selfish to let one of them go. They were gonna make him choose, he just knew it. Wasn’t gonna survive it because either way it would be like cutting himself in half and that kind of wound didn’t heal, not ever.
He twisted the pill bottle in his hand, cigarette stubbed out on the nightstand and tossed in the trash, ashes all over his clothes, the bed, and he wondered how many pills it would take to numb this. To stop everything. A pinprick of fear cut through the visceral pain he felt at his own thoughts. Frightened that he was actually considering this but it just hurt.
God, losing Jared once had nearly ripped him completely apart, losing him twice, losing Misha? Jensen didn’t want to live through that. He couldn’t. He bit his lip and tears leaked out the corners of his eyes, tracked down his cheeks in too-hot trails as he swallowed his sobs. Turned the pill bottle over in his hand again and stared at it through blurry eyes.
Before he got any closer to a decision, Jared pushed the door open. Jensen quickly used the sleeve of his dark green Henley to wipe away the tears on his face. Looked up and saw him taking in the scene, knew exactly when he put things together by the press of his lips together in a hard line, eyes shocked and angry like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Jared marched over and grabbed the pill bottle from Jensen’s hands, “What the hell d’you think you’re doing, Jensen? Did you take any?”
Wordlessly, Jensen just shook his head, almost numb as his whole body trembled and he couldn’t stop it. Should be able to stop it.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Jesus, Jensen. Why?”
The worry and fear that laced Jared’s voice pushed Jensen back into what was happening, jolted him out of the shock he’d been experiencing and he broke down. “I know you’re trying to be nice about it, let me-” Jensen bit his lip as a tear slid down his cheek and then sucked in air. “Let me down easy, but if you’re gonna break up with me again just fucking do it already because I can’t handle waiting for it to happen.”
Jared’s lips pulled down into a frown and he crawled onto the bed in front of Jensen, sat back on his knees and looked him in the eyes like he was trying to see straight into Jensen’s thoughts, “Why would you think that I was breaking up with you?”
Jensen wiped his face off again, cheeks burning hot and miserable as he explained about the tension between Jared and Misha, how he could tell they weren’t happy. That everything was falling apart because he wasn’t enough to keep them both happy.
“It’s my fault.” Jensen finished, voice raw, gutted, eyes on the wall behind Jared’s shoulder because he couldn’t look at him in the face while he admitted how pathetic he was.
“Jensen. This isn’t your fault.” Jared said, cupped his cheeks and made him look at him. Eyes full of regret and this sadness that stabbed at Jensen’s chest. “I don’t hate Misha. There’s no tension between us. I like Misha.”
Confused, wary, Jensen asked, “If you like him then why are you avoiding us?”
“No, Jensen, I like him.”
A lightbulb went off in Jensen’s head, “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” Jared huffed out a breath and ran a hand over his face. “I just didn’t wanna screw everything up, it was working so well and we don’t really need an extra layer of complicated. I don’t wanna hurt you Jensen. I just thought if I stayed away, maybe if I moved out I could get over this little crush or whatever that I have on him.”
If he was confused before, now Jensen was well past it, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you need to get over it?” He asked, serious as his thoughts whirred in a completely different direction. Jared didn’t hate Misha. Jared wasn’t making him choose. Jared had a crush on Misha and it would probably actually be hard for something to make Jensen happier than that set of circumstances. He had emotional whiplash, sure, but a sudden bubble of nearly hysterical happiness welled in his chest and he couldn’t control the grin on his face.
Jared’s brows furrowed, “Because…”
Jensen smirked, “Because what? You think I’ll be jealous? Or you’re scared of what would happen if he liked you back too?”
Predictably, Jared rolled his eyes, “Not scared.”
“Totally scared. And also, not jealous.” Jensen smirked wider. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t already thought about the three of us together.”
Jared chuckled nervously before he admitted, “Me too. Once or twice.”
And maybe if he hadn’t been sitting in a pile of ashes and his mouth didn’t taste like ass, that might’ve lead to something other than a slightly awkward half-hard dick for Jensen. As it was though, he finally realized the state he’d left the room in.
“Shit.” Jensen groaned. “Misha’s gonna kill me for smoking in here. And the nightstand. Definitely gonna kill me for that.”
Jared glanced at the nightstand and winced. Yeah, there was definitely no fixing that in the time they had, but, “I’ll wash the bedding and open the windows. You go shower and brush your teeth.”
“I don’t wanna make you clean up my mess.” Jensen said as he scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
“It’s my mess too.” Jared pointed out. “I’m the one who set you off instead of just talking to you about what I was feeling.” Jensen shrugged a shoulder and Jared climbed off the bed, pulled Jensen with him. “C’mon.”
“Thanks.” Jensen said, cheeks pink before he ducked out of the room to go shower.
He took a quick shower, scrubbed his hair clean, thoroughly brushed his teeth, twice for good measure, and when he got back to the room he found fresh sheets on the bed, the floor swept. Jared was spraying a healthy amount of Febreeze in the air. He smiled when he saw Jensen standing there, towel wrapped around his waist and dropped the spray bottle on the nightstand.
And it hit Jensen then, how much better this could still get if things worked out. If Misha and Jared fell for each other just as hard he’d fallen for them. Things were already great the way they were, but if he didn’t have to try and divide up his time between them? To worry that he was spending too much of it with one or the other of them? If they were just all together, how much easier that would be.
He really hoped he’d get to find out.
Jared sat on the edge of the bed while Jensen got dressed, heat of his eyes on the skin Jensen was covering up like a physical touch and Jensen turned when he had a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt on. Smirked and said, “Let’s go lay down in your room for a bit.”
Which Jared quickly agreed to and as soon as they were through his bedroom door, Jensen lost the clothes he’d just put on. They made love in the fading light of the afternoon to a soundtrack of Jensen’s dirty talk as he imagined out loud what it’d be like if Misha was there too. That Jared got off on it just as much as he did cranked Jensen’s arousal up even more. Hands intertwined over Jensen’s head, Jensen came first, hard. Didn’t take long at all for Jared to follow him over the edge and collapse heavily on top of him.
Made breathing harder, but fuck if Jensen didn’t love the weight of him, the way he felt blanketed by him. He caught his breath in the curve of Jared’s neck, mouth open on his salty skin until Jared got up and tossed the condom. Wiped Jensen down with a t-shirt he grabbed off the floor and then curled up around him, rested his head on Jensen’s chest. He wondered if Jared was listening to the loud beating of his heart to calm himself down just like how Jensen did with him sometimes.
“That was fucking hot.” Jensen finally said, when talking stopped feeling like it would be an intrusion on their quiet afterglow.
“Yeah.” Jared agreed as his hand traced idle patterns over Jensen’s chest.
He sounded a little nervous and Jensen kissed the top of his head. “I’m pretty sure Misha will be fully on board with this, if that’s what’s bugging you.”
“Yeah but… What if he’s not into it? Into me?” Jared said anxiously.
“Have you seen you?” Jensen scoffed sarcastically. “Pretty much everyone with a pulse is into you, Jay.”
Jared cracked a smile at that, Jensen felt the tug of his cheek against his chest. “I don’t- I mean. I’m not worried he wouldn’t wanna bang us together.” Jared sighed gustily, “I just… kinda want it to be more than that.”
Double time, Jensen’s heart picked up the pace and warmth spread through his chest. First of all, Jared being all shy was goddamn adorable. Second, he wanted that too. And for some reason, he had absolute faith that Misha would too. “Well, the only way we’re gonna find out is if we talk to him about it.”
“Yeah.” Jared said with another little sigh. “Guess so.”
“So, when are we gonna bring it up?”
The next morning, earlier than he would have liked, Jensen woke up in his bed. It was Sunday, which meant Misha was gonna be home all day. It was the one dedicated day a week where they made sure they didn’t have work and they could just relax together. Lucky for Jensen, Jared had a rare weekend off, so he was home too. He smiled lovingly at Misha, peacefully asleep beside him, hair stuck up at odd angles and dark long lashes that fluttered in his sleep.
Quietly as he could, Jensen slipped out of their bed and went downstairs with plans to make breakfast. He was in the middle of pouring pancake pancake batter into a hot pan when arms slipped around him from behind and Jared started kissing and nuzzling his neck.
“You're gonna make me burn the pancakes if you keep it up, you know.” Jensen said without much bite.
As usual, Jared chose teasing Jensen over practicality and slid his hand down so his fingertips brushed under Jensen’s waistband.
“Hey Jensen have you seen my- oh.” Misha stopped as he came fully into the room and must have realized what was going on. “I-uh, I can just- I’ll come back after- later, I mean.”
In the curve of Jensen’s neck, Jared hid a smile at Misha stumbling over his words and then Jensen felt him tense up a little as he let him go and turned around.
“Stay,” Jared told Misha, bedroom eyes out full force and Misha blinked hard in the face of them, glanced at Jensen, but Jensen was just smirking at him. Didn’t take long for Misha to catch up to what was going on, but he seemed understandably confused, probably over the sudden change in Jared’s mood.
Jensen absently flipped a pancake as he watched Jared turned on the charm, one dimple out thanks to the lopsided smile on his face as he walked over to Misha. Ran his hand lightly along Misha’s arm from wrist to bicep and back again while he said, “I know I’ve been weird lately and it's been shitty for all of us. It’s just…” Jared glanced back at him and Jensen smiled his support. “I like you. Kind of a lot and, well. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
There was Jensen’s cue, Misha’s eyes flashed over to him, wide and so blue, cheeks flushed a cute shade of pink and Jensen added on, “We talked about it last night and we wanna know if you're interested in Jared too.”
Like that was the permission he was waiting for, Misha caught Jared’s wandering hand and threaded their fingers together, sank his free hand in Jared’s hair and kissed him for all he was worth.
Shiny pink lips and flashes of tongue and Jensen was fucking ecstatic and turned the fuck on, because hello fantasies becoming reality. And reality was so much hotter in this case. With a last rough suck to Jared’s full bottom lip Misha pulled back and said, “Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for weeks. Can’t stop thinking about you either.”
There were grins all around at that, and then Jared smirked at Jensen, “How about we turn off the burner and go back to bed?”
“That sounds like a plan I could definitely get behind,” Misha said as he tugged Jared closer with a hand on his hip, and sexy though that was, Jensen gave them both stinkeye.
“Yeah, how ‘bout no? I just spent half an hour finding the ingredients and making pancakes from scratch. The least you two assholes can do is eat ‘em before they’re cold. We have all damn day to go back upstairs.”
So they ate Jensen’s pancakes, which were goddamn delicious, Jensen might add. There was some banter and some pointed looks but by the time they’d finished eating they were all way too stuffed to do anything sexy. Jensen wanted them to go back to bed anyway and even though, as they found out, there was for sure not enough space in a double bed for all three of them, they made it work. Jensen in the middle, Jared and Misha’s hands entwined over top of him. They talked quietly, flirted a little and Jensen was over the freaking moon with how easy, how right, it felt to have them both so close at the same time.
Eventually their conversation petered off and they took a lazy Sunday morning nap all wrapped up in each other. Warm, surrounded with two men that he loved, Jensen was genuinely grateful that this was where his life had led him. Having a broken leg had sucked, but he'd do it again a hundred times just to get this moment right here.
A loud thump startled Jensen awake sometime later and he sat up groggy and confused. Rubbed at his eyes and blinked to see what the hell’d happened. Misha was right beside him, propped up on his elbow and looking past him. Jensen leaned over the side of the bed and let out a loud burst of laughter because there was Jared sprawled out on the floor on his back and looking completely offended.
“So, we’re gonna need a king size bed, huh?” Jensen said when he recovered enough to reach down and help Jared up.
“Good thing I have some money saved up from living here rent free.” Jared said dryly as he climbed back up next to Jensen. “How ‘bout I buy us the bed, and after that we start splitting the bills three ways since it looks like I’m staying?”
“You're definitely staying.” Misha happily said.
“Yeah,” Jensen agreed. “You're not going anywhere. And… this bed might not be big enough for us all to sleep on but it’s definitely big enough for some things.”
“Yeah?” Jared said, dirty smirk on his face as his hand trailed up Jensen’s stomach under his shirt.
“Like what?” Misha asked against the skin just beneath Jensen’s ear as his hand traced a path nearly identical to the one Jared’s had.
Almost in sync, they each firmly rubbed their thumb over Jensen’s nipples, made him gasp in a sharp intake of air, shudder with the hot rush of pleasure that sent right to his dick. Pinched and rolled them, and God, both of them knew exactly how to turn him on fastest. How to get him hard so quickly that he was dizzy with it and Jensen fucking loved the way they were working together like that.
Misha’s lips dragged wetly along his neck, his teeth scraped over his jaw while Jared sucked Jensen’s earlobe into his mouth, bit down just hard enough to make Jensen shiver. Of course, that might’ve been caused by Misha’s hand as it pressed against the front of Jensen’s pajama pants. Drowned in sensation, Jensen couldn’t say much more than a breathy, “Fuck.”
Urgently, Jared yanked Jensen’s shirt up and off, and then kissed him, all swirls of tongue and little nips to his lips that sparked electric in Jensen’s gut. So hot when Jared’s hand closed over Misha’s and Jensen rocked up into it, low groan that echoed in his chest.
“Think he likes that, Jared.” Misha said, voice lust-rough and dark. “You,” he squeezed his hand tighter around Jensen’s cotton-trapped dick, “and me.”
“Mmm,” Jared hummed against Jensen’s lips before he kissed down the column of his neck. Down his chest and Misha followed until they were both licking and sucking at the swollen pink peaks of Jensen’s nipples.
“Ah- fuck! Mish- God, Jay.” Jensen’s gut clenched, so fucking close to blowing his load in his pants like he was fucking fifteen again and then like that they stopped for a second. Let him catch his breath and Jensen didn’t know whether to be grateful they hadn’t made him come in his pants or disappointed because the idea was hot as fuck.
Either way, Misha peeled down Jensen’s pants while Jared got his own clothes off. Misha’s came off right after that and then there was more skin than Jensen knew what to do with in front of him. Jared and Misha checked each other out, and Jensen realized with a flash of heat that this was the first time they’d seen each other like this and if the hungry looks on their faces were anything to go by, they both fully approved. Misha’s eyes cut to Jensen’s dick and Jared’s followed.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Misha asked, hand wrapped lazily around his own dick for a few slow pumps.
“Tastes good, too.” Jared added conversationally and wow, the two of them talking about him like that hit buttons Jensen hadn’t been aware he actually had. Turn on was an understatement and the pulse of precome that slid down from the slit of his dick was a testament to how damn hot it made him.
“Mmm.” Misha hummed, then pushed Jensen’s legs wide, just barely enough room for him and Jared to fit there, lying on their sides but they made it work for them. Pressed all up against each other and legs tangled together, half-off the bed, couldn’t have been all that comfortable, but Jensen didn’t have time to really think about that because there was suddenly a mouth on either side of his hard dick, wet suction and tongues. Slurping noises that sent jolts of filthy hot pleasure radiating out through his body.
The visual alone was enough to make him moan out their names, pant desperately for air he couldn’t quite seem to get enough of. When he was shaking with it, begging to come, Misha finally crawled up alongside him and kissed him through it while Jared pulled out every little trick he knew to get Jensen off quickly. Sucked him fast and sloppy. So damn good.
Misha’s fingers on Jensen’s sensitized nipples was all it took to get him right there, straddling the edge. He held on by a thread, just long enough to warn Jared. Roughly, Jared’s fingers took over for his mouth and Jensen let go with a strangled grunt. Hot pulses of pleasure slammed into him and his eyes involuntarily shut against it as he jerked in Jared’s hand.
Suspended for a long moment in how mind-blowingly good it felt, he came back down with Misha and Jared up against his sides. They traded lazy-sexy kisses with him while they jerked each other off and despite the fact that he’d just come, Jensen was intensely aroused. The slick sounds of their hands and the way they took turns fucking his mouth with their tongues until, one after the other, they came all over him seared itself into Jensen’s memory.
When they’d laid heavily back down on either side of him, Jensen gave them a few minutes to recover before he headed for the shower. Not really enough room for three, and he was the dirtiest by far. The two of them could use the baby wipes in the nightstand.
He didn’t quite rush through cleaning off, but he was mildly anxious about how Jared and Misha would get along without him in the aftermath of their first time all of them together, so he didn’t take his sweet time either. Turned out that he shouldn’t have bothered worrying. He got back to the room, still a little damp, towel forgotten on the bathroom floor and found the two of them cuddled up, kissing slow and sweet in a way that made his heart practically burst with affection for them.
Jared’s lips quirked up as he pulled back enough to say, “Gonna stand there looking all night?”
“Maybe.” Jensen said, amused. “View’s pretty nice.”
“Could say the same thing from here.” Misha chimed in as he shifted over to make room for Jensen behind him while he gave him an elevator look. Jensen chuckled and crawled into the bed under the covers with them.
“So, how’s everyone feeling about what happened?” Misha asked curiously. Jensen groaned loudly and Jared snickered. “Humor me. Pretend like you want to talk about your feelings.”
“You first.” Jensen challenged both of them, a little corner of him was kinda paranoid that they were only doing this for him and he didn’t wanna influence their answers.
“So good.” Jared said succinctly.
“And…” Misha probed.
“And I wanna keep going?” Jared asked like it was a question. At Misha’s raised eyebrow he cleared his throat and said more firmly, “And I wanna keep going.”
“Good.” Misha said with that big smile that never failed to make Jensen echo it. “Me too. Jensen?”
“I’m so good. You don’t even- Just. I’m good with all of it.” Jensen happily said.
Misha and Jared laughed at his enthusiasm but Jensen didn’t care. He was way too busy looking forward to figuring out their lives together and he just hoped that he got to keep this, because every time he thought he couldn’t be luckier, that he couldn’t be happier; Jared and Misha seemed to surprise him. And everything he’d gone through, all of it was worth it for this. Just the three of them, together.
So, Jensen was pretty sure their lives were as close to perfect as anybody’s ever got. They still got along great and the closer Jared and Misha grew, the more Jensen's love for them seemed to grow as well. He would've thought it was impossible for him to love them anymore than he already did, but each day he found new things to appreciate about them. Even when they occasionally had disagreements, Jensen loved it because he always knew that after they cooled off, things would go back to normal. And their normal? Was pretty fucking awesome.
The only real kink came about as Christmas approached. And that was what the hell to tell Jared and Jensen’s parents about their relationship. Misha didn’t have the same problem because his mom didn't give a flying fuck about social norms, so he hadn't bothered to keep it a secret in the first place.
Jensen and Jared, on the other hand had to come clean to their parents about something that wasn’t always readily accepted, and while they liked to think their families were pretty accepting, this might be pushing limits, even for them.
Didn’t mean they weren’t gonna do it though. It was the how that was the real question. For some reason Jared got it into his head that it’d go over better in person if they brought Misha home with them for the holidays rather than told them over the phone. He figured hospitality would make everyone keep cool long enough to come to grips with the fact that the three of them were happy the way they were.
Jensen was about fifty-fifty on whether it was gonna work or blow up in their faces and Misha was pretty relaxed about the whole thing for someone who was meeting not one but two sets of parents. Because he had two boyfriends. Which, you know, wasn’t all that common, Jensen thought. Granted Misha’d already met Jensen's parents, so at least some of the pressure of a good first impression was off.
Initially there was definitely some shock from their parents when they showed up, but it wasn’t too bad. Everyone accepted it fairly quickly and by Christmas eve, the day after they got there, they were joking about how Jensen lucked into getting two men of his dreams. To which Jared bravely pointed out that he’d gotten that same luck. A round of laughs and smacks on the back were his reward.
Late Christmas Eve after everyone’d gone to sleep, the three of them bundled up and they went outside to look at the stars before bed. It was cold out but they sat down on the icy back porch steps anyway. Just after they'd gotten seated, Misha dropped a wrapped package into Jared's lap. Curiously Jensen and Jared peered at the lumpy misshapen ball of green and red plaid wrapping paper.
“Open it.” Misha said softly, a nervous undercurrent in his voice.
Jensen intently watched as Jared tore into the paper and slowly revealed thirteen Hershey's kisses inside. Quizzically, they both looked over at Misha.
“It's a puzzle. There are letters on the bottom and you have to arrange them to form words.”
Jensen just laughed, Misha and his fucking puzzles but Jared smiled and did as he was told, tipped them over and it hardly took him any time at all to arrange them into what they were meant to say. Like his brain knew without being asked. 'I love you Jared.’
Wide, bright and happy, Jared grinned over at him. “I love you too you big fucking dork.”
“Nice man.” Jensen teased from beside them, smile fit to burst. “He tells you he loves you and you call him a dork.”
“Shut up.” Jared laughed. “I said I loved him too.”
“This is my life.” Misha lamented, obviously fake self pity in his voice, “Pour my heart out and get mocked by a couple of giants.”
In a completely unsurprising show of strength, Jared pulled Misha onto his lap. “Aww, sorry baby. I can kiss it better if you want.”
Misha and Jensen both cracked up at that, but once he stopped laughing, Misha leaned in for a slow kiss that made Jensen melt all over again for both of them. He wasn’t gonna wreck their moment by saying it right then, but that was probably the most ridiculously adorable thing he’d ever seen firsthand.
After a minute Misha leaned over and kissed Jensen too. Tasted like Jared and candy canes, Christmas and home. When Misha pulled back, grin on his face, Jared dragged Jensen in for his own kiss with a hand on the back of his neck.
They all knew the kisses weren't gonna lead anywhere because there was literally no privacy inside. But cuddled up on the back steps, big star filled sky above 'em and a new year around the corner? Things were looking pretty damn good. Not all that many people got to find the real love of their life and even fewer got to have two. And Jensen, well, getting to have them both at once was something he'd never stop being thankful for.
That they loved each other too somehow completed a circuit he hadn't known he’d needed to feel whole. Whatever life brought their way, however things changed, these two guys that he loved with all his heart were the solid foundation that everything else could be built on. Because what they had together; it was unshakeable, profound and this time, without a doubt: It was forever.
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