Hollywood Apocalypse (5/5)
Waking up was a real pain in the neck and if Dean had felt less like Death warmed over, he might have laughed at his own joke. Instead he let out a groan and threw his arm over his eyes when opening them just caused him more pain.
“You okay?” Sam asked, his voice coming from close by. “I patched up the hole in your neck and you didn’t lose enough blood to need a transfusion. You might feel a bit out of it for a while, though.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean groaned.
He chanced opening his eyes and found it didn’t hurt so much on a second attempt.
They were back in their motel room Sam sitting at the table with his laptop open in front of him.
“Please tell me you’re watching porn and not looking for another job.”
Sam chuckled. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we should take that vacation now. I’ve been looking at places we can go once you’re feeling better. I was thinking maybe we could avoid movie related stuff, though.”
“What? You wanna go shopping on Rodeo Drive with our fake credit cards?”
Dean could just imagine them getting kicked out of every store they went into because they didn’t look right. He’d seen Pretty Woman, not that he’d ever tell Sam that. He’d been kind of bummed at the lack of Julia Robert’s nudity considering she was playing a hooker.
In fact, now that he thought about it he was kind of over the whole Hollywood thing.
“Maybe we should just get out of here,” he suggested. “If you still want a vacation, there’s that cabin in the woods that Pastor Jim used to own. We could stock up on food and hole up in there for a while and just get away from everything.”
Sam just stared at him, looking half incomprehensive and half disappointed.
“What?”
“I just figured now the whole psycho vampire killer thing was over that maybe you’d want to spend some time with Misha. You guys seem pretty tight, and he’s a decent guy. There’s not many who would go through what he did and not be a crazy mess at the end of it. You could do worse, and you have.”
“Fuck you, man. I have awesome taste.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, Misha clearly doesn’t though.”
Dean flipped Sam off which just made his brother laugh.
“Well, clearly you’re feeling better.”
Dean had to admit that he did.
He propped himself up and poked at the gauze pad that Sam had meticulously taped over the wound on his neck. It hurt like a son of a bitch but was far from the worst injury he’d had.
“So where is he anyway? Gone back to a life of signing autographs and demanding weird shit in his trailer?”
Sam shrugged. “He said he was going to talk to the cops about Amber. I have no idea how the hell he’s going to explain the headless corpse in the middle of the set but he promised me he could handle it and told me to take care of you in the meantime.”
Wouldn’t Dean have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. ‘Oh, yes, our camera four operator was actually a vampire and I hacked her head off to save my friend from becoming her next meal’.
He really hoped Misha had come up with something better than that.
Maybe he should find out.
He shuffled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over. So far so good. Now to try standing.
Sam watched him with curious interest but made no move to help. He knew better after all the time they’d been travelling together.
Dean rose to his feet, staggered when everything faded out of focus for a minute but managed to stay upright. Yeah, he was awesome.
“So,” he said, aiming for casual, “I thought I might go back to the studio. Just check they haven’t thrown Misha’s ass in jail.”
Sam made a half-shrug, half-nod gesture. “You might want to take a shower first, dude. You’ve been out of it for twelve hours and you smell pretty ripe.”
Dean switched direction from the front door and headed towards the bathroom.
Shower.
He could do that.
* * *
“Well, at least you’re not in jail.”
It was the first thing that popped out of Dean’s mouth when he walked into Misha’s trailer. Yeah, sometimes he was an asshole.
“I’m not in jail,” Misha confirmed. “In fact, it was surprising how quickly the police were ready to believe that Amber was just a regular psychopathic stalker and that I killed her in self defense.”
Dean shrugged. “People are pretty good at ignoring stuff that they don’t want to see.”
He’d experienced it a lot during his time as a hunter, and he had to say that it made his job easier when people didn’t ask too many questions so he just went with it.
Misha moved over to him and brushed his hand over the gauze pad. “Are you alright?”
“I’m peachy.”
The silence hung between them, thick and awkward, made even more so by the fact that Misha’s hand was still resting on Dean’s neck. When he’d woken up it had felt really important that he see Misha, but now he was here he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to say.
“So, we should have sex,” Misha suggested.
Dean blinked.
“We’ve been through a traumatic experience and it seems to me that now is the best time to resolve all that sexual tension we’ve been experiencing.”
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and while Dean had no problem at all with the idea he really hadn’t expected the offer to be so blunt. He should have known better, really.
He smirked. “I knew you were only interested in my hot body.”
“On the contrary, it was your fine PA skills that attracted me to you.”
“Yeah, I am pretty awesome,” Dean agreed with a shrug.
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” Misha replied with a hungry smile.
Dean couldn’t argue with that and he tugged off his jacket while Misha moved through the trailer and pulled down all the blinds, slowly and meticulously.
“That’s more like it,” Misha said when he finally turned back and found Dean stripped down to his boxers.
“Now who’s wearing too many clothes,” Dean smirked.
“Allow me to rectify that.”
Misha removed his clothes in the same way that he’d drawn the blinds in the trailer. Slowly and carefully. Dean knew Misha was putting on a show and he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
Misha didn’t stop when he got to his underwear, though. Instead he smirked and pushed his boxers down until they dropped around his feet. Dean simply quirked an eyebrow and met the unspoken challenge, quickly removing his own boxers so that they both stood naked in the middle of the room.
For a moment Misha just stared at him, and Dean took the opportunity to take a good look at him. It wasn’t that he made a regular habit of fucking guys, he loved tits way too much for that, and he sure as hell didn’t have a type of guy he went for.
Misha wasn’t at all like Dean expected. He figured being an actor he’d spend every moment at the gym getting ripped but he was actually kind of slender. Not scrawny or anything like that, just compact.
Misha was already hard and Dean felt his own body responding to the sight of Misha’s naked body.
Then, without warning, Misha stepped closer and into Dean’s personal space. Their cocks brushed against each other, barely touching but it was enough for Dean. He surged forward and crushed his mouth against Misha’s, grinding against him as though his life depended on it.
Misha let out a low growl at the back of his throat and steered Dean backwards towards the bed. Dean let out a soft grunt when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he toppled backwards.
The bed wasn’t huge, but considering they were in a trailer there was more room than Dean had expected.
“You’d be surprised how much can be done in a bed this size,” Misha said with a grin as he apparently read Dean’s mind.
“Yeah? Well, why don’t you show me.”
The smile Misha flashed him was nothing short of predatory as he placed one hand on either side of Dean’s body and slowly crawled up the bed.
“How do you like it, Dean?” Misha asked with dark eyes and a look of hunger on his face. “Do you want to fuck me or do you want to lie back and let me show you what I can do?”
“Uh. . .”
Shit, it had been way too long since he’d been in this situation with a guy.
Misha grinned. “How about you let me take care of you.”
Apparently, it wasn’t a question. Misha was already nipping at Dean’s collarbone, hard enough to cause Dean to tense.
Misha pulled back right away. “Sorry, too soon for biting, huh?”
Dean shrugged. No way in hell he was admitting how freaked he’d been when Amber had sunk her teeth into him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that now, of all times.
But Misha simply flashed him an understanding smile and pressed a soft kiss to the area he’d marked and then moved down to Dean’s nipple.
There was no biting this time, only teasing with his tongue and fuck it felt good. Dean let out a soft groan as Misha licked and sucked. He trailed kisses down Dean’s quivering stomach until his lips were around Dean’s cock.
“Fuck,” Dean hissed as Misha tongue teased the base of his balls.
Misha simply hummed and it vibrated through his whole cock, and for a second Dean was worried he was going to shoot his load right there. His hands gripped Misha’s hair as he licked and sucked, doing things to Dean’s cock that he’d never even imagined were possible.
Just when Dean thought he was going to come, Misha pulled back and Dean let out a growl of frustration.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Misha grinned. “Roll over.”
Any protests Dean might have had fell away when he realized that they hadn’t even got to the good stuff yet. He rolled over and braced himself on his hands and knees. He could hear Misha moving around behind him and opening a drawer.
He sniffed. “What the hell?”
“Oh, my lube is made from natural coconut oil,” Misha answered brightly and Dean felt the bed dip as Misha came back.
Of course it was.
“Dude, I’m gonna smell like a chick,” Dean grumbled.
“Well, it’s all I’ve got,” Misha replied. “Besides, when I get done with you you’re going to smell like sex.”
Dean couldn’t exactly argue with that.
He felt Misha’s hand spread the cheeks of his ass and closed his eyes as the first finger entered him. Misha knew what he was doing, he hadn’t been kidding about that. Dean was already trembling and when the second finger was quickly followed by a third he was grinding his teeth and trying desperately to think of anything that would stop him from coming too soon.
When Misha finally entered him it felt so fucking good that Dean wondered why he didn’t screw guys more often, especially when Misha’s arm wrapped around him and stroked his cock while he thrust inside him. Sure, women had the awesome tits and plenty of other things they could do that made Dean go cross-eyed with pleasure, but this was something else entirely.
“Fuck, yeah,” Dean groaned. “You’re awesome.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” Misha purred in his ear.
Dean wasn’t exactly used to surrendering control like this. Usually he was the one who guided what happened in bed but he had to say, letting himself get fucked like this was pretty damn hot.
“Don’t come yet,” Misha instructed as though Dean had some sort of control over it. “Savor the moment. Just breathe and focus on the here and now.”
With Misha’s rough voice low in his ear, Dean was trying really hard to focus on anything. Was he even aware how hot he sounded?
Dean really wasn’t into the whole hippie shit that Misha was but he took a breath and focused on the feeling of Misha moving inside him. He half expected some sort of divine mystical revelation but as he breathed and focused, the only thing he was aware of was the sound of Misha breathing.
“Do you feel it?” Misha asked.
“I feel-“ Lights exploded behind his closed eyes, like a firework display going off only about a hundred times more intense.
“Fuck!”
Dean came, but it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was like everything that made him who he was, all his energy, strength and vitality mixed with an equally powerful force coming from Misha and it almost knocked him out.
He collapsed onto the bed, Misha falling on top of him, and the two of them drew in ragged breaths as they tried to collect themselves.
“You felt that, didn’t you?” Misha asked as he rolled off Dean and flopped onto his back beside him. “Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
All Dean could manage was a nod of his head. He felt limp, exhausted and exhilarated all at the same time.
“That was pretty fucking awesome,” he finally managed to gasp.
Misha nodded. “I’ve been practicing Tantra for years but you did pretty good considering it was your first time.”
They lay there, side by side, listening to each other breathe. Dean knew he should probably say something but his mind was empty of anything except how good that had felt.
He fell asleep still trying to come up with adequate words to describe what he’d been feeling.
* * *
Dean desperately wanted to ignore the ringing sound that woke him up, especially considering he was warm and comfortable and had an arm slung across his waist. He really wasn’t the cuddling sort at all, but considering his muscles felt like Jell-O right now he couldn’t have moved even if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t.
Misha grunted and buried his nose in Dean’s neck. “Make it go away.”
Dean really wished he could without moving so instead he settled for closing his eyes and hoping whoever it was would get bored and hang up.
Five minutes later there was a loud knock on the door.
“God damnit,” Dean muttered as Misha let out another groan of protest. “Don’t you get any peace?”
“Nature of the job,” Misha sighed and rolled out of bed with what looked like surprisingly little effort. Dean could barely manage to raise his head and watch as Misha pulled on his robe and answered the door.
“It’s for you,” he called over his shoulder and right then Dean was pretty sure that the universe hated him.
He staggered to his feet and just about managed to stay upright as he reached for his clothes which were still in a pile on the floor near the bed. Even pulling on his t-shirt felt like a huge effort and that was nothing compared to bending down to pull on his boxers and jeans.
As soon as he was dressed he stumbled over to the door and winced as the daylight almost blinded him
“Hey,” Sam said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry to bother you but we’ve had a call from Dad’s old Marine buddy, Deacon. He’s got a job for us over in Little Rock, Arkansas.”
When Dean felt a little more like himself he was going to have a serious talk with his brother about his workaholic tendencies, and an even sterner talk about interrupting his private time.
He glanced over his shoulder at Misha who gave him an understanding smile.
“I’ll give you guys a few minutes,” Sam said and made a hasty retreat. At least he had some idea about when to make himself scarce.
Dean scratched the back of his neck. Usually he’d make some excuse and be gone before the sheets were cold but his usual BS wouldn’t wash with Misha, he knew that, and he didn’t want it to.
“Time for you to go and save more lives,” Misha said with a smile.
“Yeah,” Dean replied.
“Hey, this is what it is,” Misha said with a smile. “I’m not expecting an epic romance, any more than you are. We had a good time, we shared an experience and it doesn’t need to be anything more than that.”
“Right,” Dean agreed. He wasn’t under any illusions either. He knew it could never be anything more than this. All hunters knew that the job was a solo gig. Hell, most of the hunters got into the job in the first place because they’d lost someone close to them. He sure as hell wasn’t going to drag Misha into their world, and it sounded like he didn’t want that either.
It didn’t exactly make him feel better.
“So, what’s next for you?” he asked, deciding to change the subject before he turned into a total girl and started crying about his feelings or some shit. “What’s the next movie I should be looking out for?”
“Got an audition for a TV show, actually. Not the starring role but something pretty good for me to sink my teeth into. It’s a horror show, like I haven’t had enough of that in my life this week.”
Dean snorted. “Yeah, tell me about it. So, what’s the role? They got you playing some sort of Lestat wannabe or is it something awesome like Buffy?”
“None of the above,” Misha replied. “It’s not really that sort of show, I don’t think. The role I’m going for is an angel.”
His eyes brightened. “Hey, you know all about this stuff. Care to talk me through it so I’ve got some background material to draw on for my audition?”
Dean smiled and patted his arm. “Sorry, dude, no such thing as angels.”
Misha’s face fell. “Oh.”
“But I think you’ll make an awesome angel,” Dean quickly amended. “Not sure I can see you with a harp and halo but you’re awesome so I’m sure you can make it work.”
“Maybe I’ll get lucky and instead of wearing a diaper they’ll have me wearing something a little more interesting.”
“I’ll look out for that.”
They hovered for a moment and Dean remembered why he usually snuck out while his hookup was still asleep. Saying goodbye was always awkward.
Misha smiled and kissed him. “Kick some ass for me.”
“You can count on it,” Dean grinned and he hopped down the trailer steps before things got weird again. “Thanks, man. It’s been. . . an experience.”
“It’s surprising how often I hear that,” Misha replied, and with a grin and a wave he closed the door to his trailer.
Dean shook his head and crossed the lot to where Sam was waiting in the car.
“You okay?” Sam asked as he tossed him the keys.
Dean nodded as he slid into the seat and pushed his Zeppelin tape into the player. “I’m awesome. How about you, Sammy? How you doing?”
Sam smiled. “I’m getting there.”
He couldn’t ask for more than that.
“Awesome. Time to go hunt some evil sons of bitches.”
“And raise a little hell,” Sam added with a grin.
The End.
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