Save a Horse
Title: Save a horse Pt 1/?
Genre: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: R (To be safe)
Word Count: 827
Summary: After the fake orgasm scene Misha gets a surprise
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these actors. This is complete fiction
Author’s Note: This is unbeta'd also it was my first attempt at a full on Misha/Jensen fic,
It’s already four in the morning when Misha manages to slip away from the convention. He’d pretty much face planted on the first sofa he encountered and though the thing isn’t really that comfortable he’s claimed it as an important part of the Misha Nation.
The hotel room is Jared’s but he knows there’s no way the other man is sleeping before their flight home. He’d responded to Misha’s commandeering his key card with a quick smile and a pat on the back before turning back to whoever he’d been talking to, Misha had been too tired to take notice.
So he was definitely not amused when only after a few minutes the door opened again, because if Jared though he was getting him to move he clearly had never dealt with the diplomatic immunity that came as part of the Misha Nation package!
The sofa dipped with added weight and Misha turned so he could glare at the Texan, only to come face to, well, thigh with the wrong one.
“Hey,” Jensen whispered long fingers petting the short hairs at Misha’s nape.
“Mhmm,” Misha mumbled rubbing his face against the cushion, in an effort to wake himself and escape Jensen’s fingers. He really wasn’t in the mood for the on again off again teasing tonight.
There had been an instant on stage during his fake orgasm when he’d though he’d seen exactly what he’d been hoping for in the other man’s eyes but Jensen had only given him a “what can you do” shrug before disappearing into the crowd.
“So how about that, huh?” Jensen drawled fingers still drawing nonsensical, at least to Misha, designs against his skin
Misha spun around so he could settle his best glare on the man but the heat in Jensen’s eyes made his brain derail and for a second he was frozen, trapped between his co-stars body and the couch.
“What?” he croaked before hastily clearing his throat
Jensen grin was slow as molasses and twice as dark “You know the whole women having fake orgasms thing,”
Misha scoffed trust Jensen to be up in arms about that
“It’s a good thing guys can’t fake it, isn’t it Mish?”
Misha raised a brow at that “It depends on whose point of view you’re speaking from.”
Jensen’s tongue traced his lips as he regarded him and Misha suddenly knew how tweety bird had felt after all these years.
Jensen shifted hand braced against the sofa, the other slipping beneath Misha’s shirt
“Are you saying I couldn’t make you have a real one, Collins?” he whispered fingers tracing a line from Misha navel down to the dip of his open jeans.
Misha’s hips twitched up and Jensen smirked before smoothing the hand over the growing bulge of Misha’s hard on “Slow, sweetheart I’ll get you there.”
Grabbing the hand Misha pushed away his libido for a second because this wasn’t Jensen. The man was probably drunk and Misha wasn’t about to take advantage.
“Wait,” he chocked out when Jensen free hand slid from the sofa, fingers rubbing a nipple through the rough fabric of his T-shirt
“Jen, you’re drunk,”
Jensen paused and flashed him a quick smile “Haven’t had more than a glass of wine Mish,”
“Then what the hell is this?”
Jensen’s smile turned downright filthy at that as he shoved Misha back down and covered his body with his own, hitching both of his legs over his thighs while one hand pressed Misha’s wrists against the sofa’s arm.
“I’ve been a reasonable person Collins, seriously I should be getting sainthood for waiting this long,” Jensen growled and Misha had to fight to hold back the whimper that wanted to escape him “You were always there with your little innuendos, the constant touching. Fuck Misha you don’t even know how much I’ve wanted….” He trailed off eyes closed and head bowed “Then tonight you, you were just.”
“Jensen..”
“Shut up Misha!” Jensen snarled releasing his hands only long enough to rip the T-shirt over his head, leaving it tangled about his wrists he pulled away. M
Misha struggled for a second body trying to follow the other man’s but a hand to the centre of his chest stilled him
“Stay!” Jensen ordered eyes dark with lust and mischief “You know if there’s one thing growing up in Texas teaches ya, it’s when to let the reins go and just settle in for the ride.”
Misha stared at the man for a moment, if the look in Jensen’s eyes was anything to go by the other man was clearly serious, which left Misha with a problem. He had Jensen Ackles, the man he’d been lusting after ever since they met, setting up what looked like permanent residency between his legs. Clearly this called for drastic action!
Grinning Misha closed his fingers over his shirt and stretched rubbing his groin against Jensen’s and watching as the man’s eyes darkened “Well ride ‘em cowboy”
Genre: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: R (To be safe)
Word Count: 827
Summary: After the fake orgasm scene Misha gets a surprise
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these actors. This is complete fiction
Author’s Note: This is unbeta'd also it was my first attempt at a full on Misha/Jensen fic,
It’s already four in the morning when Misha manages to slip away from the convention. He’d pretty much face planted on the first sofa he encountered and though the thing isn’t really that comfortable he’s claimed it as an important part of the Misha Nation.
The hotel room is Jared’s but he knows there’s no way the other man is sleeping before their flight home. He’d responded to Misha’s commandeering his key card with a quick smile and a pat on the back before turning back to whoever he’d been talking to, Misha had been too tired to take notice.
So he was definitely not amused when only after a few minutes the door opened again, because if Jared though he was getting him to move he clearly had never dealt with the diplomatic immunity that came as part of the Misha Nation package!
The sofa dipped with added weight and Misha turned so he could glare at the Texan, only to come face to, well, thigh with the wrong one.
“Hey,” Jensen whispered long fingers petting the short hairs at Misha’s nape.
“Mhmm,” Misha mumbled rubbing his face against the cushion, in an effort to wake himself and escape Jensen’s fingers. He really wasn’t in the mood for the on again off again teasing tonight.
There had been an instant on stage during his fake orgasm when he’d though he’d seen exactly what he’d been hoping for in the other man’s eyes but Jensen had only given him a “what can you do” shrug before disappearing into the crowd.
“So how about that, huh?” Jensen drawled fingers still drawing nonsensical, at least to Misha, designs against his skin
Misha spun around so he could settle his best glare on the man but the heat in Jensen’s eyes made his brain derail and for a second he was frozen, trapped between his co-stars body and the couch.
“What?” he croaked before hastily clearing his throat
Jensen grin was slow as molasses and twice as dark “You know the whole women having fake orgasms thing,”
Misha scoffed trust Jensen to be up in arms about that
“It’s a good thing guys can’t fake it, isn’t it Mish?”
Misha raised a brow at that “It depends on whose point of view you’re speaking from.”
Jensen’s tongue traced his lips as he regarded him and Misha suddenly knew how tweety bird had felt after all these years.
Jensen shifted hand braced against the sofa, the other slipping beneath Misha’s shirt
“Are you saying I couldn’t make you have a real one, Collins?” he whispered fingers tracing a line from Misha navel down to the dip of his open jeans.
Misha’s hips twitched up and Jensen smirked before smoothing the hand over the growing bulge of Misha’s hard on “Slow, sweetheart I’ll get you there.”
Grabbing the hand Misha pushed away his libido for a second because this wasn’t Jensen. The man was probably drunk and Misha wasn’t about to take advantage.
“Wait,” he chocked out when Jensen free hand slid from the sofa, fingers rubbing a nipple through the rough fabric of his T-shirt
“Jen, you’re drunk,”
Jensen paused and flashed him a quick smile “Haven’t had more than a glass of wine Mish,”
“Then what the hell is this?”
Jensen’s smile turned downright filthy at that as he shoved Misha back down and covered his body with his own, hitching both of his legs over his thighs while one hand pressed Misha’s wrists against the sofa’s arm.
“I’ve been a reasonable person Collins, seriously I should be getting sainthood for waiting this long,” Jensen growled and Misha had to fight to hold back the whimper that wanted to escape him “You were always there with your little innuendos, the constant touching. Fuck Misha you don’t even know how much I’ve wanted….” He trailed off eyes closed and head bowed “Then tonight you, you were just.”
“Jensen..”
“Shut up Misha!” Jensen snarled releasing his hands only long enough to rip the T-shirt over his head, leaving it tangled about his wrists he pulled away. M
Misha struggled for a second body trying to follow the other man’s but a hand to the centre of his chest stilled him
“Stay!” Jensen ordered eyes dark with lust and mischief “You know if there’s one thing growing up in Texas teaches ya, it’s when to let the reins go and just settle in for the ride.”
Misha stared at the man for a moment, if the look in Jensen’s eyes was anything to go by the other man was clearly serious, which left Misha with a problem. He had Jensen Ackles, the man he’d been lusting after ever since they met, setting up what looked like permanent residency between his legs. Clearly this called for drastic action!
Grinning Misha closed his fingers over his shirt and stretched rubbing his groin against Jensen’s and watching as the man’s eyes darkened “Well ride ‘em cowboy”