He Came Bearing Gifts
Jensen has known Misha since the beginning of college. They met freshman year in english class and became friends quickly. Now, both in the home stretch to start grad school, they have a little apartment off campus, easy jobs that don't interfere with studying too much and a pretty healthy friendship, or so Jensen thought.
It's Tuesday, which is offically burrito and baked beans night, or Fartapalloza as Misha calls it, when Jensen leans over to turn off the television and look uncomfortably at Misha. "I need to tell you something."
"Ok." Misha puts down his burrito and grabs his beer. "Make it quick, I wanna see the end of that." He gestures toward the tv.
"It's a DVD idiot." Jensen swallows uncomfortable and picks at his baked beans for a moment. "Okay, ya know how, after the Dani break up I've been a little. . . . . lost?"
Misha nodded and swallowed his beer with a smirk. "And pussyless. Lost and pussyless."
Jensen huffed. "Yes, pussyless. That's sort of what I wanna talk about."
"You found new pussy?" Misha smiled triumphantly. "Praise the Gods of sex and orgasms. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, yes, yes I did find someone, and I had a thing." Jen sputtered to find the right words. "It's over. It wasn't serious, but, there wasn't any pussy involved and I. . . "
"What? You mean like, she just blew you and asked for nothing in return??" Misha bit into his second burrito with gusto.
Jensen abandoned hsi plate on the coffee table and rubbed his face with his hands. "No, no. There was. . . . listen Mish. I had a thing with a guy and since we've been friends for so long. I felt weird not telling you." Jensen watched Misha's face freeze. "But, I mean, your sisters gay and you have other friends who are. . . well, down right freaks really. . . so it's no biggie. I just wanted you to know."
Misha gulped down the rest of his burrito with great force. He picked up his plate and disgarded beer bottles and stood. "Yeah, it's. . . it's cool. I just. . . ya know, I need some time to digest it. Just. . . give me a few days or so. Yeah, that's it." He walked to his bedroom in a haze, leaving Jensen confused and a bit scared.
All Jensen could really do though was wait. Misha was quiet but polite for the next few weeks. He nodded at breakfast. He surrendered the remote during football games and life was normal. If normal meant an uncomfortable lack of laughter and fun with your best friend.
Jensen wondered if maybe he should of just not told Misha, left him in the dark till it was absolutely necessary. He imagined a wedding with Misha waiting at the alter next to him. Jensen turns, smiles at his friend and then whispers "My bride is going to be wearing a tuxedo cuz I'm marrying a man and his name is Steve." Jensen shook his head clearing the stupid thought and took out his key to unlock his apartment door.
It was Tuesday. Exactly three weeks since he had shared his news with Misha. Jensen threw his keys on the side table next to the door and looked around. Tuesday early afternoon, Misha was still in class. Jensen's classes were early on Tuesday and sometimes he worked at the bookstore in the afternoon, but today, he was off, which meant he had a little time to himself before Misha whirled in with the uncomfortable politeness. Jensen trudged toward his bedroom, throwing open the door and grouping along the wall for the lightswitch. The black out curtains his mother had bought him were definatley doing their job today. His hand his something just beyond the light switch that felt smooth and rubbery. It jutted off the wall at an odd, unrecognizable angle. Jensen turned, flipping the light switch and gazing at the new accessory on his bedroom wall.
It was flesh colored, long and on further inspection Jensen realized it was suction cupped to the wall. He flicked at it, watching it wobble slightly but stay tightly attached to the wall. He cleared his head trying to understand why there was a dildo stuck to his wall. The tag hanging from it finally caught his eye. He tugged it loose of the long shaft and read the scratchy handwriting.
"Jensen, I'm okay with it now. Misha"
Jensen laughed, looking back at the peace offering that was perfectly aligned with his hips and ass. He turned, trying to ignore it. The bed looked warm and soft, so he curled in and thougth about taking a nap. The rubber dick taunted him from the wall as he shucked off his pants under the covers. His own cock seemed to have a sudden interest in the gift as it pushed against his underwear, thick and ready. Jensen groaned, glancing back at the hardness jutting out from his wall. The room felt crowded, like a thousand eyes were watching him contemplate his next move. His hand massaged the hardness between his legs, trying to avoid what he really wanted. He huffed out a laugh, wondering what Misha would think if he knew Jensen was actually thinking of using the gag gift. Without thinking, Jensen's free hand yanked open his side table and rummaged for the little bottle of lube. He flicked it open, mind still fluttering about Misha's reaction. The cold fingers that tickled at his entrance surprised. He was even more surprised to find that they were his own, coated in the slickness, rubbing to find entrance. He rolled to his stomach and pulled his knees up, presenting himself to the wall. Jensen took his time, still not convinced that fucking himself on a dildo stuck to his wall was really what he had planned for this afternoon. As his fingers pushed deeper inside, he growled in his chest, eyes dark and lustful as he stared at the thick dick beckoning him from it's perch near the light switch. He rolled out the the bed, kicking his underwear off as he stumbled his way to toward the wall. His hand, covered in a fresh coat of lube, rubbed along the dildo, fingers massaging along the grooved slit. Jensen turned, ignoring the moans that spilled from his lips. He teased his opening with the head, still not believing he was had stooped this low. As it breached his tight muscle he screamed, biting his bottom lip to fight off any further vocal proof of his acts. It slipped in smooth, teasing head tapping at his sides. Jensen rolled his hips to find the spot that the quick fling had taught him about. He whimpered when he finally felt the rubber graze across his prostate. Finally, he pulled back, slamming back into the wall and groaning before he found the rhythm he needed. His hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, tugging eagerly as he felt his orgasm warming his belly and tickling up his spine. His scream hit his ears in stereo as he splattered the floor with come and barely missed his comforter dangling from the bed. Drool dangled from his mouth as he slowly pulled off the slimey rubber with another deep groan. Jensen stumbled to his bed, stripping off his tshirt to clean himself and fell back into his bed with ragged breath. Now he just had to think of a way to pay Misha back. Or thank him.
It's Tuesday, which is offically burrito and baked beans night, or Fartapalloza as Misha calls it, when Jensen leans over to turn off the television and look uncomfortably at Misha. "I need to tell you something."
"Ok." Misha puts down his burrito and grabs his beer. "Make it quick, I wanna see the end of that." He gestures toward the tv.
"It's a DVD idiot." Jensen swallows uncomfortable and picks at his baked beans for a moment. "Okay, ya know how, after the Dani break up I've been a little. . . . . lost?"
Misha nodded and swallowed his beer with a smirk. "And pussyless. Lost and pussyless."
Jensen huffed. "Yes, pussyless. That's sort of what I wanna talk about."
"You found new pussy?" Misha smiled triumphantly. "Praise the Gods of sex and orgasms. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, yes, yes I did find someone, and I had a thing." Jen sputtered to find the right words. "It's over. It wasn't serious, but, there wasn't any pussy involved and I. . . "
"What? You mean like, she just blew you and asked for nothing in return??" Misha bit into his second burrito with gusto.
Jensen abandoned hsi plate on the coffee table and rubbed his face with his hands. "No, no. There was. . . . listen Mish. I had a thing with a guy and since we've been friends for so long. I felt weird not telling you." Jensen watched Misha's face freeze. "But, I mean, your sisters gay and you have other friends who are. . . well, down right freaks really. . . so it's no biggie. I just wanted you to know."
Misha gulped down the rest of his burrito with great force. He picked up his plate and disgarded beer bottles and stood. "Yeah, it's. . . it's cool. I just. . . ya know, I need some time to digest it. Just. . . give me a few days or so. Yeah, that's it." He walked to his bedroom in a haze, leaving Jensen confused and a bit scared.
All Jensen could really do though was wait. Misha was quiet but polite for the next few weeks. He nodded at breakfast. He surrendered the remote during football games and life was normal. If normal meant an uncomfortable lack of laughter and fun with your best friend.
Jensen wondered if maybe he should of just not told Misha, left him in the dark till it was absolutely necessary. He imagined a wedding with Misha waiting at the alter next to him. Jensen turns, smiles at his friend and then whispers "My bride is going to be wearing a tuxedo cuz I'm marrying a man and his name is Steve." Jensen shook his head clearing the stupid thought and took out his key to unlock his apartment door.
It was Tuesday. Exactly three weeks since he had shared his news with Misha. Jensen threw his keys on the side table next to the door and looked around. Tuesday early afternoon, Misha was still in class. Jensen's classes were early on Tuesday and sometimes he worked at the bookstore in the afternoon, but today, he was off, which meant he had a little time to himself before Misha whirled in with the uncomfortable politeness. Jensen trudged toward his bedroom, throwing open the door and grouping along the wall for the lightswitch. The black out curtains his mother had bought him were definatley doing their job today. His hand his something just beyond the light switch that felt smooth and rubbery. It jutted off the wall at an odd, unrecognizable angle. Jensen turned, flipping the light switch and gazing at the new accessory on his bedroom wall.
It was flesh colored, long and on further inspection Jensen realized it was suction cupped to the wall. He flicked at it, watching it wobble slightly but stay tightly attached to the wall. He cleared his head trying to understand why there was a dildo stuck to his wall. The tag hanging from it finally caught his eye. He tugged it loose of the long shaft and read the scratchy handwriting.
"Jensen, I'm okay with it now. Misha"
Jensen laughed, looking back at the peace offering that was perfectly aligned with his hips and ass. He turned, trying to ignore it. The bed looked warm and soft, so he curled in and thougth about taking a nap. The rubber dick taunted him from the wall as he shucked off his pants under the covers. His own cock seemed to have a sudden interest in the gift as it pushed against his underwear, thick and ready. Jensen groaned, glancing back at the hardness jutting out from his wall. The room felt crowded, like a thousand eyes were watching him contemplate his next move. His hand massaged the hardness between his legs, trying to avoid what he really wanted. He huffed out a laugh, wondering what Misha would think if he knew Jensen was actually thinking of using the gag gift. Without thinking, Jensen's free hand yanked open his side table and rummaged for the little bottle of lube. He flicked it open, mind still fluttering about Misha's reaction. The cold fingers that tickled at his entrance surprised. He was even more surprised to find that they were his own, coated in the slickness, rubbing to find entrance. He rolled to his stomach and pulled his knees up, presenting himself to the wall. Jensen took his time, still not convinced that fucking himself on a dildo stuck to his wall was really what he had planned for this afternoon. As his fingers pushed deeper inside, he growled in his chest, eyes dark and lustful as he stared at the thick dick beckoning him from it's perch near the light switch. He rolled out the the bed, kicking his underwear off as he stumbled his way to toward the wall. His hand, covered in a fresh coat of lube, rubbed along the dildo, fingers massaging along the grooved slit. Jensen turned, ignoring the moans that spilled from his lips. He teased his opening with the head, still not believing he was had stooped this low. As it breached his tight muscle he screamed, biting his bottom lip to fight off any further vocal proof of his acts. It slipped in smooth, teasing head tapping at his sides. Jensen rolled his hips to find the spot that the quick fling had taught him about. He whimpered when he finally felt the rubber graze across his prostate. Finally, he pulled back, slamming back into the wall and groaning before he found the rhythm he needed. His hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, tugging eagerly as he felt his orgasm warming his belly and tickling up his spine. His scream hit his ears in stereo as he splattered the floor with come and barely missed his comforter dangling from the bed. Drool dangled from his mouth as he slowly pulled off the slimey rubber with another deep groan. Jensen stumbled to his bed, stripping off his tshirt to clean himself and fell back into his bed with ragged breath. Now he just had to think of a way to pay Misha back. Or thank him.