"Not Johnny Depp" [SPN RPS ENG Adult]
For uran-chan
Fandom: Supernatural RPS.
Beta: Salamander hikari_datenshi
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, and this never happened. I am only telling lies as every good storyteller!
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Warning: Slash. Het. RPS.
A/N.: Inspired by the Even The Guys Want Him trope. :)
Summary: The only person Misha is allowed to cheat with is Johnny Depp. And Jensen Ackles.
~~~
They lay in bed.
She is still panting, her cheeks are flushed and her hair clings to her forehead from the sweat; she is beautiful. Misha kisses her lips softly, licking them and stealing her just-recovered breath and the embers in her eyes flare up.
“So... Angel of the Lord?” she asks later, much later, when their bodies feel like liquid.
Misha laughs and nods, “I didn't know, either.” Kripke didn't want anybody to know he'd bring in the angels. She likes the show; part of the reason he tried for the job. She grins, dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth, and Misha is afraid for a moment.
“Get me a signed photo, please?”
“Okay,” he nods and doesn't bother to ask of whom. She is, after all, a Dean!girl.
* * *
Jensen lies on the coach and stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. Jared touches his shoulder and offers a beer, ready to listen. They aren't brothers, but they are friends, and Jensen has been quiet and withdrawn since the beginning of the season. Jensen accepts the drink but stays silent, and his co-star gives an annoyed snort and leans against the armrest, careful of Jensen's socked feet.
“Y'know, it won't go away,” Jared says, timing it so that Jensen chokes on his beer. He watches, amused, as Jensen chokes and splutters; sitting up at last to make sure he doesn't die.
“Dude, what?” Jensen coughs, looking startled and annoyed, and maybe a little afraid. Jared isn't that good at reading people, but he thinks he recognizes this look. He moves next to Jensen and sips his beer before answering.
“I said it won't go away. Feelings don't work that way.”
Jensen opens his mouth a few times then closes it, sighs, looks more miserable than a drowned kitten. “Am I that obvious?”
“To me? Yeah. To him? Nah,” Jared shakes his head and pats his friend's shoulder. “He didn't know you before you became a lovesick puppy.”
“It's seriously fucked up, Jared,” Jensen says. “He’s married. And obviously not interested.”
“You've no issue with the ‘he’ part, then?” Jared asks carefully. He always thought Jensen was straight as an arrow (just like Dean), but it looks like he was mistaken. Which is totally cool, and maybe, when they are drunk enough, he will ask a few questions about that side of the fence. But for now, he's just thankful that there is one less issue that Jensen can be depressed about.
Jensen flashes a smile, short and sweet and maybe embarrassed, and shrugs. “The first time I felt like this I panicked like whoa! But I got better.”
Jared nods and pats Jen's shoulder again. “Cool. Let's go out - you’ve been moping for weeks. Ignoring me.”
When Jensen looks like he's about to protest, Jared pouts and the other man's resolve crumbles beautifully.
* * *
Misha misses his wife. They talk on the phone and through the net but it isn’t the same. There’s nobody to curl up around, nobody to kiss, nobody to share an orgasm with. He isn't comfortable with phone sex, but the idea seems to be more and more attractive as the nights get lonelier.
“So what's up with Dean and Castiel?” she asks over the phone, one Thursday night.
Misha tries to remember which episode was on before realizing it's Halloween. “Why?”
“You talked about doubts to a mere human,” she says, and there is something in her voice. Amusement, maybe. Misha waits a moment and she doesn't disappoint. “It's like Castiel loves Dean, despite the circumstances.” She laughs then, and adds quietly, “I swear, you two could play Romeo and Juliet with all this unresolved tension.”
Misha blinks at the phone before chuckling and shaking his head. “You and your crazy theories. Dean’s a loud-mouthed idiot with low self-esteem and Castiel’s still trying to understand the complexity of humans.”
He can hear the smile in her voice. “Sure. But if you played a demon, he would totally do Dean.”
“You're projecting, darling,” he says, and she doesn't protest.
Still, the conversation stays with him for days and he carefully re-evaluates Castiel's relationship with Dean. In the end, his conclusion is the same: Castiel is incapable of feeling sexual attraction to any human (not that Jensen doesn't ooze seduction every damn moment), and his love is of the platonic kind.
The next time it's Misha who mentions Jensen. “I don't know what's up with him and Jared. They're like, attached at the hip, but whenever we all have a drink together, Jensen just disappears on us. I swear, it's like he's avoiding me.”
“But you said he's friendly,” she says when Misha takes a breath. “Maybe he's projecting Dean?”
Misha shakes his head and drums on the table, annoyed. “I doubt it. Because then he'd have a problem with Jared as well. It's like he doesn't want to be alone with me.”
“Then he's afraid for his virtue.” She is joking, but...
Misha pauses and thinks about Jensen. Full lips, green eyes and a body that is smoldering hot. “He knows I'm married. I can't help but talk about you,” he says and there is a silent 'I love you' in his words. “And I'm sure I’ve never flirted. Not even when I’ve been drunk.”
“But you wanted to?” she asks. “It's not like I wouldn't beg you to let me, if I had a chance to shag Jensen Ackles.”
Misha smiles. They had talked about something similar, back then when they first saw the Sleepy Hollow together. There were a few people you just didn't pass up, even if you were married, and Johnny Depp (if he ever showed interest in either of them) was firmly in that category.
“If he knew you, I'm sure you'd only have to smile. You’d have him eating out of your palm.” It doesn't escape her attention that he didn't deny wanting to flirt.
“Love you,” she says. There is a long pause then she whispers, “And if, you know, he's interested in you, go for it. And then tell me everything. Every dirty detail.”
* * *
Jared feels like killing somebody. For a few weeks, everything was okay. He and Misha shared a few beers, and for once Jensen didn't mope that much during the off-hours.
Just a few more weeks to go and they get a small break, and Jared planned to drag Jensen around for a while, getting him laid and as drunk as he could before they returned to the set. However, Misha changed the rules, throwing both Jensen and Jared off-track.
He started to flirt. It wasn’t obvious at first, after all, they were all good friends and they touched a lot, (especially Jared, because he had long arms and squeezing his friends was a not-so-secret source of amusement for him). Misha carefully turned up the charm, and Jensen felt like going crazy. Jared sat next to his friend, and more often than not got to listen about what an asshole (and other, less complimentary things) Misha was for being a tease.
It’s time for the heavy cavalry, Jared thinks and takes another beer for everybody from Jen's icebox. Misha is sitting in the armchair, his left ankle on his right knee, looking comfortable and sexy in his dark shirt and jeans.
Jensen is spread out on the couch and pats the seat next to him for Jared.
“What’s the worst thing about the set?” Jared asks after settling down and clinking their bottles together. “The pranks? Eric?” Kripke is a dick who enjoys spinning the most depressive tale ever, and when he’s not cackling like a madman (okay, he doesn't really cackle but Jared could swear Eric's more than happy to torture Sam and Dean) he drives them mercilessly.
Misha is deep in thought, and he shakes his head. “Had worse conditions, really.”
Jensen tilts his head and reaches out to poke Misha on the knee. “Tell,” he orders.
Misha licks his lips and smiles. It is a dirty smile, full of promises which are delivered in the next moment. “The lack of blow-jobs.”
Jensen laughs as Jared chokes on his beer.
“I miss my wife but she can't just leave her job,” Misha says when there is relative silence again. “And she thinks the only person I'm allowed to cheat with is Johnny Depp.”
“I don't see him offering anytime soon,” Jensen says with a grin and shakes his head. Then his eyes widen as he realizes something. “Not like you'd accept, anyway?”
Misha shrugs and switches his legs; putting his right ankle up and bringing attention to his crotch. “Why not? He's damned hot, and I'd lie if I said I didn't look at guys before her.”
And that is when Jared knows it is time to kill Misha. Or himself. Because this? So not going to end well. Jensen's eyes light up for a moment and he leans forward. Jared is too shocked to move when Misha's expression changes into something much more... hot. He swallows, and watches, and thinks about mornings-after and how broken hearts don't ever heal properly.
“You're fucking kidding me,” Jensen says, and his voice just dropped a fucking octave.
“Dude,” Jared says, but Jensen flashes an annoyed glance at him which reads both as a plea and as a fuck off, and Jared shakes his head. Damn it, Jensen is an adult, he knows what is the best for himself. “I'm beat. I need my beauty sleep.” He stands up and earns a short glance from Misha. “G'night then,” Jared adds and pats Jensen's shoulder. If it all goes to hell tomorrow, well, it's only a short time before they've a break, and he can still drag Jensen's ass into a few bars.
He glances back once then closes the door. Back in his own trailer, he strips and steps under the shower, hand around his dick, and even though he tries to think of Sarah, the only thing he sees is Jensen kneeling before Misha.
* * *
Misha thanks God or whoever else grants his wishes when Jared leaves. It's not that he dislikes the younger man, but he wanted Jensen since the beginning, and that desire had become hard lust as soon as his wife gave permission. Jensen moves to kneel before him, and Misha's breath catches in his throat. His jeans become tight in a split second. He shifts his legs, putting them on the ground and opening them to accommodate the other man.
“You sure it's only Depp who can blow you?” Jensen asks and lays his hands on Misha's thighs. He can see the jeans tent a bit, and he moves his hands closer to his prize.
“I...” Misha needs to lick his lips, “I lied. You're on the list, too.”
Jensen doesn't wait for more permission. He pops open the button and unzips Misha, taking him out from his briefs in one fluid movement. He leans in close, taking a deep breath before nuzzling the rapidly hardening cock. Misha gasps and Jensen grins. His fingers move around, stroking and caressing the thick shaft before his lips wrap around the head.
Misha moans and he grabs at the armrest instead of Jensen's hair. There is a lick and wet suction and he can't help but buck his hips, but Jen's left hand is on them, keeping them in the chair.
“Fuck... Yes, there, God, baby, yes...” Misha knows he is babbling but he dares anyone to be more coherent when Jensen is sucking them as if his life depended on it. His knuckles are white and he whimpers when Jensen pulls back, but the insistent tugging at his jeans clues him in to lift his hips.
When the trousers and the underwear pools around Misha's ankles, Jensen doesn't wait for long before he wraps his lips around Misha's cock once more. His left palm is on Misha's thigh, holding him back and his right curls around his own dick; after the frustration of the last few weeks he doesn't need much to be hard and aching. Misha is making noises again; bitten-off groans and gasps, and then there is a strange whimper. “Jen...” Jensen barely has enough time to pull back before Misha is coming. Some of it hits his lips, and Jensen tastes the bitterness, which gives him the last push he needs and he comes, dirtying the floor and his hand in the next few moments.
They pant in sync, and Misha reaches out and pulls Jensen up from the floor, kissing him messily. When their lips part, Jen grabs a tissue to clean up and tucks himself back in before slumping against Misha. His head is on Misha's shoulder because that way he doesn't have to look into those too-blue eyes. “Now what?” he asks quietly, when it is obvious that Misha won't say a word.
Misha reaches out and caresses Jensen's face. “It depends on you. I don't regret this. Any of it,” he says. “Do you?”
“No,” Jensen replies and pulls himself away. He picks up Misha's discarded jeans and throws them to the other man. “But you're married.” He sounds harsh, and his expression is hard; nothing like it should be after an orgasm.
Misha pulls his trousers up and flashes a wide smile at Jensen. “Then it'd be best if I introduced you. She’s been dying to meet you.”
Jensen gapes, and Misha laughs.
~end~
Fandom: Supernatural RPS.
Beta: Salamander hikari_datenshi
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, and this never happened. I am only telling lies as every good storyteller!
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Warning: Slash. Het. RPS.
A/N.: Inspired by the Even The Guys Want Him trope. :)
Summary: The only person Misha is allowed to cheat with is Johnny Depp. And Jensen Ackles.
~~~
They lay in bed.
She is still panting, her cheeks are flushed and her hair clings to her forehead from the sweat; she is beautiful. Misha kisses her lips softly, licking them and stealing her just-recovered breath and the embers in her eyes flare up.
“So... Angel of the Lord?” she asks later, much later, when their bodies feel like liquid.
Misha laughs and nods, “I didn't know, either.” Kripke didn't want anybody to know he'd bring in the angels. She likes the show; part of the reason he tried for the job. She grins, dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth, and Misha is afraid for a moment.
“Get me a signed photo, please?”
“Okay,” he nods and doesn't bother to ask of whom. She is, after all, a Dean!girl.
* * *
Jensen lies on the coach and stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. Jared touches his shoulder and offers a beer, ready to listen. They aren't brothers, but they are friends, and Jensen has been quiet and withdrawn since the beginning of the season. Jensen accepts the drink but stays silent, and his co-star gives an annoyed snort and leans against the armrest, careful of Jensen's socked feet.
“Y'know, it won't go away,” Jared says, timing it so that Jensen chokes on his beer. He watches, amused, as Jensen chokes and splutters; sitting up at last to make sure he doesn't die.
“Dude, what?” Jensen coughs, looking startled and annoyed, and maybe a little afraid. Jared isn't that good at reading people, but he thinks he recognizes this look. He moves next to Jensen and sips his beer before answering.
“I said it won't go away. Feelings don't work that way.”
Jensen opens his mouth a few times then closes it, sighs, looks more miserable than a drowned kitten. “Am I that obvious?”
“To me? Yeah. To him? Nah,” Jared shakes his head and pats his friend's shoulder. “He didn't know you before you became a lovesick puppy.”
“It's seriously fucked up, Jared,” Jensen says. “He’s married. And obviously not interested.”
“You've no issue with the ‘he’ part, then?” Jared asks carefully. He always thought Jensen was straight as an arrow (just like Dean), but it looks like he was mistaken. Which is totally cool, and maybe, when they are drunk enough, he will ask a few questions about that side of the fence. But for now, he's just thankful that there is one less issue that Jensen can be depressed about.
Jensen flashes a smile, short and sweet and maybe embarrassed, and shrugs. “The first time I felt like this I panicked like whoa! But I got better.”
Jared nods and pats Jen's shoulder again. “Cool. Let's go out - you’ve been moping for weeks. Ignoring me.”
When Jensen looks like he's about to protest, Jared pouts and the other man's resolve crumbles beautifully.
* * *
Misha misses his wife. They talk on the phone and through the net but it isn’t the same. There’s nobody to curl up around, nobody to kiss, nobody to share an orgasm with. He isn't comfortable with phone sex, but the idea seems to be more and more attractive as the nights get lonelier.
“So what's up with Dean and Castiel?” she asks over the phone, one Thursday night.
Misha tries to remember which episode was on before realizing it's Halloween. “Why?”
“You talked about doubts to a mere human,” she says, and there is something in her voice. Amusement, maybe. Misha waits a moment and she doesn't disappoint. “It's like Castiel loves Dean, despite the circumstances.” She laughs then, and adds quietly, “I swear, you two could play Romeo and Juliet with all this unresolved tension.”
Misha blinks at the phone before chuckling and shaking his head. “You and your crazy theories. Dean’s a loud-mouthed idiot with low self-esteem and Castiel’s still trying to understand the complexity of humans.”
He can hear the smile in her voice. “Sure. But if you played a demon, he would totally do Dean.”
“You're projecting, darling,” he says, and she doesn't protest.
Still, the conversation stays with him for days and he carefully re-evaluates Castiel's relationship with Dean. In the end, his conclusion is the same: Castiel is incapable of feeling sexual attraction to any human (not that Jensen doesn't ooze seduction every damn moment), and his love is of the platonic kind.
The next time it's Misha who mentions Jensen. “I don't know what's up with him and Jared. They're like, attached at the hip, but whenever we all have a drink together, Jensen just disappears on us. I swear, it's like he's avoiding me.”
“But you said he's friendly,” she says when Misha takes a breath. “Maybe he's projecting Dean?”
Misha shakes his head and drums on the table, annoyed. “I doubt it. Because then he'd have a problem with Jared as well. It's like he doesn't want to be alone with me.”
“Then he's afraid for his virtue.” She is joking, but...
Misha pauses and thinks about Jensen. Full lips, green eyes and a body that is smoldering hot. “He knows I'm married. I can't help but talk about you,” he says and there is a silent 'I love you' in his words. “And I'm sure I’ve never flirted. Not even when I’ve been drunk.”
“But you wanted to?” she asks. “It's not like I wouldn't beg you to let me, if I had a chance to shag Jensen Ackles.”
Misha smiles. They had talked about something similar, back then when they first saw the Sleepy Hollow together. There were a few people you just didn't pass up, even if you were married, and Johnny Depp (if he ever showed interest in either of them) was firmly in that category.
“If he knew you, I'm sure you'd only have to smile. You’d have him eating out of your palm.” It doesn't escape her attention that he didn't deny wanting to flirt.
“Love you,” she says. There is a long pause then she whispers, “And if, you know, he's interested in you, go for it. And then tell me everything. Every dirty detail.”
* * *
Jared feels like killing somebody. For a few weeks, everything was okay. He and Misha shared a few beers, and for once Jensen didn't mope that much during the off-hours.
Just a few more weeks to go and they get a small break, and Jared planned to drag Jensen around for a while, getting him laid and as drunk as he could before they returned to the set. However, Misha changed the rules, throwing both Jensen and Jared off-track.
He started to flirt. It wasn’t obvious at first, after all, they were all good friends and they touched a lot, (especially Jared, because he had long arms and squeezing his friends was a not-so-secret source of amusement for him). Misha carefully turned up the charm, and Jensen felt like going crazy. Jared sat next to his friend, and more often than not got to listen about what an asshole (and other, less complimentary things) Misha was for being a tease.
It’s time for the heavy cavalry, Jared thinks and takes another beer for everybody from Jen's icebox. Misha is sitting in the armchair, his left ankle on his right knee, looking comfortable and sexy in his dark shirt and jeans.
Jensen is spread out on the couch and pats the seat next to him for Jared.
“What’s the worst thing about the set?” Jared asks after settling down and clinking their bottles together. “The pranks? Eric?” Kripke is a dick who enjoys spinning the most depressive tale ever, and when he’s not cackling like a madman (okay, he doesn't really cackle but Jared could swear Eric's more than happy to torture Sam and Dean) he drives them mercilessly.
Misha is deep in thought, and he shakes his head. “Had worse conditions, really.”
Jensen tilts his head and reaches out to poke Misha on the knee. “Tell,” he orders.
Misha licks his lips and smiles. It is a dirty smile, full of promises which are delivered in the next moment. “The lack of blow-jobs.”
Jensen laughs as Jared chokes on his beer.
“I miss my wife but she can't just leave her job,” Misha says when there is relative silence again. “And she thinks the only person I'm allowed to cheat with is Johnny Depp.”
“I don't see him offering anytime soon,” Jensen says with a grin and shakes his head. Then his eyes widen as he realizes something. “Not like you'd accept, anyway?”
Misha shrugs and switches his legs; putting his right ankle up and bringing attention to his crotch. “Why not? He's damned hot, and I'd lie if I said I didn't look at guys before her.”
And that is when Jared knows it is time to kill Misha. Or himself. Because this? So not going to end well. Jensen's eyes light up for a moment and he leans forward. Jared is too shocked to move when Misha's expression changes into something much more... hot. He swallows, and watches, and thinks about mornings-after and how broken hearts don't ever heal properly.
“You're fucking kidding me,” Jensen says, and his voice just dropped a fucking octave.
“Dude,” Jared says, but Jensen flashes an annoyed glance at him which reads both as a plea and as a fuck off, and Jared shakes his head. Damn it, Jensen is an adult, he knows what is the best for himself. “I'm beat. I need my beauty sleep.” He stands up and earns a short glance from Misha. “G'night then,” Jared adds and pats Jensen's shoulder. If it all goes to hell tomorrow, well, it's only a short time before they've a break, and he can still drag Jensen's ass into a few bars.
He glances back once then closes the door. Back in his own trailer, he strips and steps under the shower, hand around his dick, and even though he tries to think of Sarah, the only thing he sees is Jensen kneeling before Misha.
* * *
Misha thanks God or whoever else grants his wishes when Jared leaves. It's not that he dislikes the younger man, but he wanted Jensen since the beginning, and that desire had become hard lust as soon as his wife gave permission. Jensen moves to kneel before him, and Misha's breath catches in his throat. His jeans become tight in a split second. He shifts his legs, putting them on the ground and opening them to accommodate the other man.
“You sure it's only Depp who can blow you?” Jensen asks and lays his hands on Misha's thighs. He can see the jeans tent a bit, and he moves his hands closer to his prize.
“I...” Misha needs to lick his lips, “I lied. You're on the list, too.”
Jensen doesn't wait for more permission. He pops open the button and unzips Misha, taking him out from his briefs in one fluid movement. He leans in close, taking a deep breath before nuzzling the rapidly hardening cock. Misha gasps and Jensen grins. His fingers move around, stroking and caressing the thick shaft before his lips wrap around the head.
Misha moans and he grabs at the armrest instead of Jensen's hair. There is a lick and wet suction and he can't help but buck his hips, but Jen's left hand is on them, keeping them in the chair.
“Fuck... Yes, there, God, baby, yes...” Misha knows he is babbling but he dares anyone to be more coherent when Jensen is sucking them as if his life depended on it. His knuckles are white and he whimpers when Jensen pulls back, but the insistent tugging at his jeans clues him in to lift his hips.
When the trousers and the underwear pools around Misha's ankles, Jensen doesn't wait for long before he wraps his lips around Misha's cock once more. His left palm is on Misha's thigh, holding him back and his right curls around his own dick; after the frustration of the last few weeks he doesn't need much to be hard and aching. Misha is making noises again; bitten-off groans and gasps, and then there is a strange whimper. “Jen...” Jensen barely has enough time to pull back before Misha is coming. Some of it hits his lips, and Jensen tastes the bitterness, which gives him the last push he needs and he comes, dirtying the floor and his hand in the next few moments.
They pant in sync, and Misha reaches out and pulls Jensen up from the floor, kissing him messily. When their lips part, Jen grabs a tissue to clean up and tucks himself back in before slumping against Misha. His head is on Misha's shoulder because that way he doesn't have to look into those too-blue eyes. “Now what?” he asks quietly, when it is obvious that Misha won't say a word.
Misha reaches out and caresses Jensen's face. “It depends on you. I don't regret this. Any of it,” he says. “Do you?”
“No,” Jensen replies and pulls himself away. He picks up Misha's discarded jeans and throws them to the other man. “But you're married.” He sounds harsh, and his expression is hard; nothing like it should be after an orgasm.
Misha pulls his trousers up and flashes a wide smile at Jensen. “Then it'd be best if I introduced you. She’s been dying to meet you.”
Jensen gapes, and Misha laughs.
~end~