Save a Soul Mishalecki Chapter 5
Jared woke up to an empty apartment. He rolled into the cool side of the bed where his companion had slept the night before. He crept in the living room, half expecting it to be his mother's house. He grabbed some jeans and underwear out of his duffel and decided to take a shower before further exploring his surroundings.
The steam proceeded him out of the bathroom door. The clatter from the kitchen sent relief through his bones. "Hey, decided to wake up at the crack of noon I see." Misha stood in the kitchen, a swirling yellow sundress filling the small room as he spun around emptying grocery bags. "I should have told you I have breakfast with Miss Donavan every Saturday." He turned and flashed a smile at the half dressed man standing in his living room.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Jared sauntered into the kitchen, hair still wet and dripping on his bare skin. His hand cupped Misha's shoulder's rubbing a trail down the warm skin of his arms.
"I tried. You were dead to the world. Someone must have wore you out." Misha leaned into the embrace, feeling the dampness seep into the thin gauzy fabric of his dress. "We have just enough time for a nice lunch and to get ready for the wedding."
Jared stole a carrot stick out of the bowl Misha was filling and snapped into it. "So, tell me about Mark. How long were you two together?"
Misha began preparing a lemon marinade for the fresh fish he had bought from the store. "We dated for almost eight years. Lived in this house for seven."
"Years?" Jared fell into a chair at the counter.
"We don't have to go. We could do something else today." Misha leaned across the counter folding his hand into Jared's.
Jared shook his head. "No. It's just. . . it's so easy for you to be open and . . . . " Jared searched for the right thing to say.
"Gay. The word is gay. And I came to terms a long time ago." Misha went back to puttering around making the fish and rice for lunch.
"So what's he like" Is he all dogoodery like you?" Jared fumbled in the fridge for a bottled water for each of them.
Misha chuckled. "No. Mark didn't really understand the center. He liked money, a lot."
"And what do you like?" Jared sat back, arms crossed along the broad tan chest watching Misha's slender shape move around the kitchen floor.
Misha concentrated on the food, a bit frightened to look at Jared again shirtless and damp. "People. I love when someone finds something they're good at and then realizes they have a purpose. Like Jen and his cooking. Or Berg and the kids at the center. He feels needed when those kids come in and he can make them smile. He is needed."
Their eyes met, sparks flying in the small kitchen. Jared smirked, lowering his gaze to the counter top. "So what about me? Where am I needed?"
Misha pushed aside the water bottles and captured Jared's soft lips with his own. "Right here." He stood, leaving them both a bit breathless and continued. "But, I have some high school students who do some of their homework at the center. And I really think they could use your English expertise on their term papers. And there's one student in particular I'd like you to meet."
Jared licked his lips, savoring the taste of Misha that lingered. "I'd like that."
"Alright, Lunch. Then I need a shower and to change into something a little more manly. And then off to this shindig."
It was a beautiful afternoon wedding. The church bloomed with purple and hot pink flowers. Jared and Misha sat quietly in the back of the church, quickly disappearing before the awkward receiving line.
They sat in the car, signing the generic card that Misha picked up on their shopping trip the night before driving off to the reception sight.
The reception was held at a winery. More pink and purple flowers decorated the large hall. Their table was in the back, a dark secluded spot situated in front of sheer pink fabric draped along the wall. Misha fumbled with his place card that announced his name and connection with the couple. 'Misha Collins Dear Friend of Mark'. Jared tore up the card that read 'date' in front of his own chair, preferring to fidget with the small bits of paper as a distraction.
Misha left the table. Jared smiled at a few people mingling past him. He adjusted his tie, loosening the constraint around his neck. A plastic cup of beer appeared before him, Misha's hand tightly clinching it. "Here. It's a party. Let's enjoy it."
They drank their beer, commenting on the ceremony. Suddenly, a loud feedback sound erupted form the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mark and Lucy would like me to take this opportunity to thank you all for coming out tonight. And now with out further ado, I'd like to welcome the wedding party." An explosion of music filled the air as the bridesmaids and groomsmen filed into the hall and made their way to the long table next to the band. The music cut off and a drum roll blared over the speaker. "And now, it is my great pleasure to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Mark and Lucy Sheppard."
Jared watched Misha down his beer in one quick swallow. The couple beamed at the crowd, passing by their table in a flourish of white silk.
Toasts were given. Misha returned to the bar and brought back mixed drinks this time. Soon dinner was served. An army of white coated waiters delivered lavish dishes to each of the tables, starting with a wilted leaf salad. the band softened the music for dinner, letting all the guests chat amongst themselves. No one else showed up for Misha and Jared's table. Misha ate his salad, imagining how embarrassed he would have been if he had shown up alone. The food was wonderful, although Misha voiced his opinion on how much money was spent to feed so few. Jared rubbed his shoulders trying to calm the tension in his date.
After dinner the festivities began. The cake was cut. The first dance commenced and the happy couple began greeting their guests. The band struck up a soft song and Jard jumped at the opportunity. He stood, folding his hand into Misha's and leaning into the older man's ear. "May I have this dance?" He led Misha onto the floor, curling his arms around Misha's pliable body. Misha inhaled, the scent of Jared enveloping him as much as the strong arms.
The song playing told a story about a man head over heels for someone. Misha heard the off key murmur of lyrics brush across his ear as his dance partner held him close. Misha closed his eyes, melting into the strong wall of chest, listening to the sweet words tumble from Jared's mouth. It ended too soon, the band holding the last note till it pinged out of existence. They lingered on the dance floor, hands folded together, finally making their descent back to the table.
To Misha's dismay, the groom stopped them, stepping in front of the duo only a foot from the safety of their table. "Misha, you actually came. Good for you." He eyed the taller man, a tinge of jealousy working in his eyes. "And you brought Bigfoot for your date."
"Mark. This is Jared. Jared, our gracious host this evening, Mark." Misha commenced with introductions.
"How old are you there lad?" Mark shook the outstretched hand Jared offered.
"Twenty five." Jared answered confused.
Mark chortled, brushing his hand across his mouth as if trying to hid it, but clearly not wanting to. "Oh that's rich. Twenty five? Really? Misha, he's adorable. Make sure you get him home before his curfew."
The bride claimed her mate, wrapping herself around Mark's arm in a snakelike manner. " Hello Misha. How's the center? I keep meaning to come by but I've been busy." She peered up at Mark with a glint in her eye.
Misha kicked his dress shoe into the tiled floor. "I'm sure you have. A wedding like this doesn't throw itself, right? The center is wonderful."
Jared glanced between the two, feeling the tension fill the space around them. "The wedding was lovely." He interjected to the bride.
She appraised him, enjoying the way the thin dress shirt shifted across his taut body. "Thank you. Are you a friend of Misha's?" She asked with a hint of disbelief.
"Actually." He smiled at Misha. "We live together."
"Not in that cramped little abode we lived in?" Mark scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"You think it was cramped?" Jared smirked as an arm wrapped possessively around Misha. "I think it's cozy. Of course, could just be that I hate the thought of being too far away from this one."
The bride fought the sad smile that played on her lips. "Thank you so much for coming. We need to go greet the rest of our guests."
Misha's mouth hung agape at he man holding him. "That was. . . amazing."
Jared's eyes darted back and forth looking for the excitement. "What?"
"You just totally made Mark look like an idiot." Misha shook his head.
"Well, he didn't need much help. So you know Lucy too?" Jared led Misha back to the table, pulling the chair out for Misha to sit down.
"Yeah. Thanks." Misha settled in grabbing at his drink. "She volunteered at the center. Kinda became my assistant. Organizing and filing everything."
"And then she stole your boyfriend." Jared grabbed at a beer that still was half full.
"It don't think it was that simple." Misha explained. "Lucy had money, beauty and the ability to bear children. All things that Mark had become increasingly interested in near the end of our relationship."
"Beauty? Really? Apparently he'd never seen you in that yellow sundress." Jared winked.
Misha felt the color rise in his cheeks. "Mark just wanted something else. Lucy was it."
Jared leaned across the table, his lips brushing Misha's in the lightest of kisses. "Thank God for Lucy. Cuz I would have had to steal you away from Mark."
A gurgling laugh welled up in Misha's chest as he entangled his fingers in the flips of hair at Jared's neck. He pulled him closer escalating the pressure of their lips sliding together. "I wonder." Misha whispered into his companions mouth. "What the bathroom look like here."
Jared's eyes flew open, a mixture of shock and amusement taking over his face. "I'm sure it's nice."
Misha stood, lips still mingling with Jared's. "Let's go find out."
As they entered the empty restroom, Misha shoved Jared into the door, using his weight to keep anyone from entering. Fire shot from the bright blue eyes as his hand cupped Jared's huge dick through his dress slacks. "Take down the pants." Misha growled.
Jared complied, watching Misha fall to his knees. Misha's face flushed with awe as Jared's long thick cock sprung out from his thin layer of fabric. Misha's tongue drew a long lavish lick along the bobbing line of flesh.
Jared watched Misha's mouth go down along his erect shaft. He'd never had a man suck him before and the addition of strength and power that held him in place along with the long deep swirls of Misha's tongue were a heady sensation. The few girls that had gone down him in the past were small and tentative. He loved the feel of his body wriggling under Misha's strong hands that locked his hips against the door.
Misha lost himself in the salty tang of precum, forgetting about his surroundings and ignoring the clattering of feet right outside the door. He listened to Jared's breath suddenly coming in ragged spurts. Misha sped his attack, moaning himself in anticipation of Jared's orgasm. Jared came like a bullet. His load ripped down Misha's throat as Jared held his lover's head in place to feel the last few quivers sputter against Misha's pulsing lips.
Misha climbed his way up to Jared's mouth, dragging his swollen, glistening lips along Jared's slightly parched ones. "This is the most fantastic wedding I've ever been to." He whispered.
Jared adjusted his clothes, not even attempting to splash away the flushed sweatyness that hinted at their endeavor. They left the restroom, fingers laced together tightly. A man stopped them, eyes riveted to their touch. "Jared. How are you? Do you know Mark and Lucy?"
"Um, no. No, I'm here with my friend Misha." Jared gestured, sudden panic washed over him.
"How's your family?" The man inquired darkly.
"Jared's been really busy at the Random Acts Center. Hardly has time to check in at home." How do you know the happy couple." Misha offered.
"I work with Mark at the law firm." The man seemed suddenly distracted. "Random Acts? Down town right? My nephew gets help with his homework there sometimes. My sister's a single mom. Busy with work. Good to hear it Jared." He sent a last glance at the two hands entwined between the men. "Be careful."
Jared turned to Misha when the man had walked away. "Thank you. That was my dad's trial lawyer."
"I figured I owed you, the way you stopped Mark in his tracks." Misha leaned into Jared's shoulder as they headed toward the door.
Jared wrinkled his nose. "Does that mean I owe you a mind blowing blow job?"
Misha threw his head back in laughter. "I like how you think. Come on. let's go home."
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The steam proceeded him out of the bathroom door. The clatter from the kitchen sent relief through his bones. "Hey, decided to wake up at the crack of noon I see." Misha stood in the kitchen, a swirling yellow sundress filling the small room as he spun around emptying grocery bags. "I should have told you I have breakfast with Miss Donavan every Saturday." He turned and flashed a smile at the half dressed man standing in his living room.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Jared sauntered into the kitchen, hair still wet and dripping on his bare skin. His hand cupped Misha's shoulder's rubbing a trail down the warm skin of his arms.
"I tried. You were dead to the world. Someone must have wore you out." Misha leaned into the embrace, feeling the dampness seep into the thin gauzy fabric of his dress. "We have just enough time for a nice lunch and to get ready for the wedding."
Jared stole a carrot stick out of the bowl Misha was filling and snapped into it. "So, tell me about Mark. How long were you two together?"
Misha began preparing a lemon marinade for the fresh fish he had bought from the store. "We dated for almost eight years. Lived in this house for seven."
"Years?" Jared fell into a chair at the counter.
"We don't have to go. We could do something else today." Misha leaned across the counter folding his hand into Jared's.
Jared shook his head. "No. It's just. . . it's so easy for you to be open and . . . . " Jared searched for the right thing to say.
"Gay. The word is gay. And I came to terms a long time ago." Misha went back to puttering around making the fish and rice for lunch.
"So what's he like" Is he all dogoodery like you?" Jared fumbled in the fridge for a bottled water for each of them.
Misha chuckled. "No. Mark didn't really understand the center. He liked money, a lot."
"And what do you like?" Jared sat back, arms crossed along the broad tan chest watching Misha's slender shape move around the kitchen floor.
Misha concentrated on the food, a bit frightened to look at Jared again shirtless and damp. "People. I love when someone finds something they're good at and then realizes they have a purpose. Like Jen and his cooking. Or Berg and the kids at the center. He feels needed when those kids come in and he can make them smile. He is needed."
Their eyes met, sparks flying in the small kitchen. Jared smirked, lowering his gaze to the counter top. "So what about me? Where am I needed?"
Misha pushed aside the water bottles and captured Jared's soft lips with his own. "Right here." He stood, leaving them both a bit breathless and continued. "But, I have some high school students who do some of their homework at the center. And I really think they could use your English expertise on their term papers. And there's one student in particular I'd like you to meet."
Jared licked his lips, savoring the taste of Misha that lingered. "I'd like that."
"Alright, Lunch. Then I need a shower and to change into something a little more manly. And then off to this shindig."
It was a beautiful afternoon wedding. The church bloomed with purple and hot pink flowers. Jared and Misha sat quietly in the back of the church, quickly disappearing before the awkward receiving line.
They sat in the car, signing the generic card that Misha picked up on their shopping trip the night before driving off to the reception sight.
The reception was held at a winery. More pink and purple flowers decorated the large hall. Their table was in the back, a dark secluded spot situated in front of sheer pink fabric draped along the wall. Misha fumbled with his place card that announced his name and connection with the couple. 'Misha Collins Dear Friend of Mark'. Jared tore up the card that read 'date' in front of his own chair, preferring to fidget with the small bits of paper as a distraction.
Misha left the table. Jared smiled at a few people mingling past him. He adjusted his tie, loosening the constraint around his neck. A plastic cup of beer appeared before him, Misha's hand tightly clinching it. "Here. It's a party. Let's enjoy it."
They drank their beer, commenting on the ceremony. Suddenly, a loud feedback sound erupted form the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mark and Lucy would like me to take this opportunity to thank you all for coming out tonight. And now with out further ado, I'd like to welcome the wedding party." An explosion of music filled the air as the bridesmaids and groomsmen filed into the hall and made their way to the long table next to the band. The music cut off and a drum roll blared over the speaker. "And now, it is my great pleasure to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Mark and Lucy Sheppard."
Jared watched Misha down his beer in one quick swallow. The couple beamed at the crowd, passing by their table in a flourish of white silk.
Toasts were given. Misha returned to the bar and brought back mixed drinks this time. Soon dinner was served. An army of white coated waiters delivered lavish dishes to each of the tables, starting with a wilted leaf salad. the band softened the music for dinner, letting all the guests chat amongst themselves. No one else showed up for Misha and Jared's table. Misha ate his salad, imagining how embarrassed he would have been if he had shown up alone. The food was wonderful, although Misha voiced his opinion on how much money was spent to feed so few. Jared rubbed his shoulders trying to calm the tension in his date.
After dinner the festivities began. The cake was cut. The first dance commenced and the happy couple began greeting their guests. The band struck up a soft song and Jard jumped at the opportunity. He stood, folding his hand into Misha's and leaning into the older man's ear. "May I have this dance?" He led Misha onto the floor, curling his arms around Misha's pliable body. Misha inhaled, the scent of Jared enveloping him as much as the strong arms.
The song playing told a story about a man head over heels for someone. Misha heard the off key murmur of lyrics brush across his ear as his dance partner held him close. Misha closed his eyes, melting into the strong wall of chest, listening to the sweet words tumble from Jared's mouth. It ended too soon, the band holding the last note till it pinged out of existence. They lingered on the dance floor, hands folded together, finally making their descent back to the table.
To Misha's dismay, the groom stopped them, stepping in front of the duo only a foot from the safety of their table. "Misha, you actually came. Good for you." He eyed the taller man, a tinge of jealousy working in his eyes. "And you brought Bigfoot for your date."
"Mark. This is Jared. Jared, our gracious host this evening, Mark." Misha commenced with introductions.
"How old are you there lad?" Mark shook the outstretched hand Jared offered.
"Twenty five." Jared answered confused.
Mark chortled, brushing his hand across his mouth as if trying to hid it, but clearly not wanting to. "Oh that's rich. Twenty five? Really? Misha, he's adorable. Make sure you get him home before his curfew."
The bride claimed her mate, wrapping herself around Mark's arm in a snakelike manner. " Hello Misha. How's the center? I keep meaning to come by but I've been busy." She peered up at Mark with a glint in her eye.
Misha kicked his dress shoe into the tiled floor. "I'm sure you have. A wedding like this doesn't throw itself, right? The center is wonderful."
Jared glanced between the two, feeling the tension fill the space around them. "The wedding was lovely." He interjected to the bride.
She appraised him, enjoying the way the thin dress shirt shifted across his taut body. "Thank you. Are you a friend of Misha's?" She asked with a hint of disbelief.
"Actually." He smiled at Misha. "We live together."
"Not in that cramped little abode we lived in?" Mark scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"You think it was cramped?" Jared smirked as an arm wrapped possessively around Misha. "I think it's cozy. Of course, could just be that I hate the thought of being too far away from this one."
The bride fought the sad smile that played on her lips. "Thank you so much for coming. We need to go greet the rest of our guests."
Misha's mouth hung agape at he man holding him. "That was. . . amazing."
Jared's eyes darted back and forth looking for the excitement. "What?"
"You just totally made Mark look like an idiot." Misha shook his head.
"Well, he didn't need much help. So you know Lucy too?" Jared led Misha back to the table, pulling the chair out for Misha to sit down.
"Yeah. Thanks." Misha settled in grabbing at his drink. "She volunteered at the center. Kinda became my assistant. Organizing and filing everything."
"And then she stole your boyfriend." Jared grabbed at a beer that still was half full.
"It don't think it was that simple." Misha explained. "Lucy had money, beauty and the ability to bear children. All things that Mark had become increasingly interested in near the end of our relationship."
"Beauty? Really? Apparently he'd never seen you in that yellow sundress." Jared winked.
Misha felt the color rise in his cheeks. "Mark just wanted something else. Lucy was it."
Jared leaned across the table, his lips brushing Misha's in the lightest of kisses. "Thank God for Lucy. Cuz I would have had to steal you away from Mark."
A gurgling laugh welled up in Misha's chest as he entangled his fingers in the flips of hair at Jared's neck. He pulled him closer escalating the pressure of their lips sliding together. "I wonder." Misha whispered into his companions mouth. "What the bathroom look like here."
Jared's eyes flew open, a mixture of shock and amusement taking over his face. "I'm sure it's nice."
Misha stood, lips still mingling with Jared's. "Let's go find out."
As they entered the empty restroom, Misha shoved Jared into the door, using his weight to keep anyone from entering. Fire shot from the bright blue eyes as his hand cupped Jared's huge dick through his dress slacks. "Take down the pants." Misha growled.
Jared complied, watching Misha fall to his knees. Misha's face flushed with awe as Jared's long thick cock sprung out from his thin layer of fabric. Misha's tongue drew a long lavish lick along the bobbing line of flesh.
Jared watched Misha's mouth go down along his erect shaft. He'd never had a man suck him before and the addition of strength and power that held him in place along with the long deep swirls of Misha's tongue were a heady sensation. The few girls that had gone down him in the past were small and tentative. He loved the feel of his body wriggling under Misha's strong hands that locked his hips against the door.
Misha lost himself in the salty tang of precum, forgetting about his surroundings and ignoring the clattering of feet right outside the door. He listened to Jared's breath suddenly coming in ragged spurts. Misha sped his attack, moaning himself in anticipation of Jared's orgasm. Jared came like a bullet. His load ripped down Misha's throat as Jared held his lover's head in place to feel the last few quivers sputter against Misha's pulsing lips.
Misha climbed his way up to Jared's mouth, dragging his swollen, glistening lips along Jared's slightly parched ones. "This is the most fantastic wedding I've ever been to." He whispered.
Jared adjusted his clothes, not even attempting to splash away the flushed sweatyness that hinted at their endeavor. They left the restroom, fingers laced together tightly. A man stopped them, eyes riveted to their touch. "Jared. How are you? Do you know Mark and Lucy?"
"Um, no. No, I'm here with my friend Misha." Jared gestured, sudden panic washed over him.
"How's your family?" The man inquired darkly.
"Jared's been really busy at the Random Acts Center. Hardly has time to check in at home." How do you know the happy couple." Misha offered.
"I work with Mark at the law firm." The man seemed suddenly distracted. "Random Acts? Down town right? My nephew gets help with his homework there sometimes. My sister's a single mom. Busy with work. Good to hear it Jared." He sent a last glance at the two hands entwined between the men. "Be careful."
Jared turned to Misha when the man had walked away. "Thank you. That was my dad's trial lawyer."
"I figured I owed you, the way you stopped Mark in his tracks." Misha leaned into Jared's shoulder as they headed toward the door.
Jared wrinkled his nose. "Does that mean I owe you a mind blowing blow job?"
Misha threw his head back in laughter. "I like how you think. Come on. let's go home."
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