[Slash] A Quotable Thing: You Can't Handle the Truth - Mike/Misha - 1/2

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Title: A Quotable Thing: You Can’t Handle the Truth
Author anyothergirl415
Pairing: Mike/Misha, minor Jensen/Jared
Words: ~14,000
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 - AU, minor violence, a few dashes of angst, sizable schmoop
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, definitely fiction.
Summary: Misha’s folks are in town. Mike’s not pleased. Misha’s not much either for that matter.
Notes: Third in the Quotable!Verse. This is for queenklu because she’s one of the reasons I write Mike/Misha, and it’s her birthday (tomorrowish omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY!). Enjoy darling! Thanks to the glorious cha for the beta and all my flist for providing some quotes!



Sometime during the month of November Misha got on a Star Trek quote kick. It was equally impressive and annoying, but mostly amusing because he kept picking obscure and odd characters to address Jensen as. And if it wasn’t for the man’s new adorkable boyfriend, he probably would have been a bit intolerable in his annoyance level.

Mostly Mike sat back and watched with amused eyes.

Misha would say, “Are you out of your Vulcan mind?”

Jensen would roll his eyes and throw a handful of Skittles - kept on hand for Jared’s seemingly never ending sugar cravings - Misha’s way. Mike ate them from his boyfriend’s lap and grinned.

Then there was the time Mike stumbled sleepily out of Misha’s bedroom to find both Misha and Jensen holding the handle of the coffee pot, clearly arguing over who got the last cup. Misha quipped, “Prayer, Mr. Saavik. The Klingons don't take prisoners.”

Jensen let him have the cup just because he got the pronunciation right - and insinuated his own life as a Klingon - and only scowled for a few minutes while the next pot was brewing. Until Jared joined them in his (un)usual morning peppiness and dipped Jensen back in a lingering kiss. Mike gave Misha a look and shrugged. “Ah, the honeymoon stage.”

Not that he and Misha weren’t like that all the time, but Mike liked to think he was a bit more suave than Jared. And Misha told him as much with a gentle kiss and the squeeze of his hipbone in passing.

Once Misha had said, “he is intelligent, but not experienced. His pattern indicates two-dimensional thinking.” Which Jensen took as a direct insult and refused to speak to him for an entire hour until Misha produced a bag of M&Ms and silently offered them over.

Mike had no idea how that healed all wounds but he’d gotten used to accepting things as they happened. Usually when Misha was involved, you’d never get the whole story. Sometimes it was better to just go with the flow.

The day before Thanksgiving Mike kept a mental tally of the Star Trek references and the ways in which Jensen spazzed in result of them. It went something like this.

Pulling cinnamon rolls from the oven Misha had looked toward a sleep ruffled Jensen and smirked at the small pattern of hickies decorating his neck. Mike knew what was coming even before the words were spoken. “For a moment there, I thought you were just a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals.”

Mike had then spent the following hour in the shower trying to wash sugary frosting from his boyfriend’s hair. Well, alright, only thirty minutes washing sugary frosting, the rest was spent on his knees between Misha’s spread legs, thoroughly massaging every inch of his boyfriend’s cock and balls with his tongue. If he had to be honest, Mike might admit to a slight obsession with the taste of Misha’s skin. It was only lethal in withdrawal stages however so Mike figured as long as he kept his dosage up he’d be alright.

The following remarks were made during a morning marathon session of the new God of War. Mike only vaguely registered them since he was not removing his eyes from Kratos or insane acts of beheading on the screen for anything short of physical stimulation.

“I like this ship! You know, it's exciting!”

“See, that didn’t even have to do with anything Misha, god.”

“Dammit, man! I'm a doctor, not a physicist!”

“I know you’re just doing it to be annoying.”

“I'm giving her all she's got, Captain!”

“Dude, I will punch you.”

At this point Mike paused the game long enough to smack Jensen on the back of the head and insist that no, he would not be punching his boyfriend. Then he resumed playing, and the conversation picked up once more.

“You proceed from a false assumption. I am a Vulcan. I have no ego to bruise.”

“Does that mean I get to call you a pointy eared bastard?”

Mike could kind of imagine the pleased look on Misha’s face - there was nothing he loved more than someone interplaying with his quotes - then the door opened and brought with it Jared and a large bucket of KFC.

“So help me, I'm actually pleased to see you!” Misha cheered and pushed up from his spot on the couch, stepping around Mike who had been sitting between his legs on the ground.

Jared was pretty funny to watch with the quotes because it seemed like he was always trying to place them, figure out what movie they came from and maybe what followed in sequence. So his face would go lax for a moment every time Misha spoke and the others would simply watch, often amused.

“Uh yeah, I brought chicken,” Jared lifted the bucket and the bag hooked around his arm and carried them toward the kitchen, Jensen following automatically.

Mike didn’t need to look to know the resulting squeak was from Jared pinching his boyfriend’s ass. He shook his head and turned back to his screen, only to smile softly and glance up when fingers brushed through his hair. Misha stared down at him with crystal clear blue eyes and there really wasn’t much of an option outside Mike tugging him down into his lap for a long crash collide of silky soft lips.

When they finally got around to joining the two J’s in the kitchen for lunch Mike’s lips were pleasant numb and Misha’s cheeks were flushed. Jensen smirked like he knew something secret and Misha grinned. “Yeoman, what was the problem down there?” He pointed toward Jensen’s crotch and Mike nearly spilt the gravy he was pouring over his mashed potatoes.

“Are you suggesting I have a problem with my lower regions?” Jensen gaped at him, looking toward Mike for some confirmation on the subject.

“If you are referring to the Kolinahr, Doctor, you are correct.” How Misha managed to keep a straight face and say that, Mike had no clue. At this point he was sensing the beginning of the third world war or something, right here in the kitchen over a bucket of KFC.

Jared looked just as apprehensive. Which was actually a cute look on the kid and Mike made a mental note to tell Misha to make him look that way more often. There was nothing wrong with appreciating the scenery after all.

“You know Misha, they have names for people like you.” Jensen scowled, or pouted really since he wasn’t really angry, just slightly abused from the persistent Star Trek teasing.

“Fascinating.” Misha didn’t even miss a beat and he lifted his plate of food, turning to give Mike a warm smile. “Damn it, Bones, I need you. Badly!”

With that he left the room and Mike stared at his back until it disappeared around the corner. Then his eyes shifted over to Jensen and suspicion grew. “Alright, what did you do?”

“Excuse me?” Jensen huffed, clearly not expecting to be the target of an interrogation when he was already on the receiving end of a quote beating.

“Misha likes to tease, trust me I know this-“

“Whoa mental images-“

“Shut up Jared,” Mike easily skipped over the interruption, gaze flickering only a moment toward the taller man then back on Jensen. Who, by this point, was actually looking a little guilty. “What. Did. You. Do.” Mike could look intimidating when he had to. Like right now, when he fixed the man with narrowed eyes that suggested how serious he was.

“It’s just, well, last week his mom called right?” Already warning bells were going off in Mike’s mind. He knew how his boyfriend didn’t really get along with his parents, more and more over the years probably in direct result of the quote thing, and family calls meant tension. “Only, Misha was at your place, I answered and was just going to take a message…”

“Did you forget to tell him?” Jared asked curiously, hand curling over Jensen’s forearm in a silent show of support.

Mike knew it had to be bigger than that, especially considering how Misha preferred missing most phone calls. He wasn’t so good talking to people through devices, or period, hence the way he tended to simply show up in random places. “What happened Jensen?”

The guilt was almost palpable by this stage and Mike had to resist the urge to reach out, grab the man and shake him roughly to get him to confess. He’d known Jensen first after all, and the guy was responsible for introducing him to the best thing that ever happened to him so Mike figured he may owe him. At least enough to not go through with kicking his ass unless absolutely necessary.

“Misha’s mom, Alina, she mentioned they were going on vacation so we were talking about it and she maybe, possibly, suggested that they might come here for a few days to see Misha. And well, I kind of, you know it’s the holidays and stuff and it’s been awhile so I thought that maybe, Misha might want to see his parents so I said that it would be fine if they stayed here in the spare room.”

Jared, who had no knowledge of Misha’s family history apparently, shrugged and looked disappointed that the revelation wasn’t something bigger. “So, no big deal. I wish I had a spare room for my parents to stay in when they visited.”

“It is a big deal. Damnit Jensen, you know how Misha feels about all of that.” Mike huffed and threw his fork down on his plate, lifting the entire item to carry. “As far as I’m concerned, you deserve a punishment far worse than abuse by Star Trek quotes.”

“You don’t feel my pain!” Jensen called after him. “If I have to get called a Vulcan or Ensign one more time I might die.”

Mike heard Jared’s soft and mocking, “my poor baby,” before he pushed Misha’s door open and stepped inside the quiet room. His boyfriend was sitting on his bed, methodically cutting the corn from the cob. He always did that and Mike imagined, if Misha spoke normally, he might explain how he never liked the way the corn got stuck in his teeth.

“When are they coming then?” Mike asked once he’d gotten himself situated on the bed, pushing the edges of his mashed potatoes up to complete the bowl for the gravy in the middle.

If Misha was surprised that Mike knew about his parent’s visit he didn’t show it. Instead he jerked his head toward the calendar and sighed loud enough to make it clear it was too soon in his book. After some negotiating with his plate to ensure no food was spilled, Mike reached out and lifted the calendar page. The second weekend in December had a straight line drawn through the Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

“Two nights?” For two people so obviously displeased by their son’s quirky behavior, that seemed like an awfully long visit. But then, a visit at all seemed unlikely. When Misha nodded, Mike frowned. “It’s going to be bad isn’t it?”

Another nod and Misha was resolutely not meeting his eyes. That meant there was more to it than Mike knew. “Things are getting too complicated.”

It wasn’t until after Mike had finished off a drumstick that he made an attempt at guessing Misha’s train of thought. “Do they know you’re gay?” A slow nod, no eye contact, which led too, “do they know who I am?”

At this Misha did look up and his eyes were sad. I told Mike what he’d already known. Of course Misha’s parents didn’t know about him, it wasn’t as if the man could give a proper explanation when the only real reference of Mike’s name was in the form of Monsters Inc. quotes. He was sure there were others out there but he couldn’t recall any of them.

There wasn’t really an explanation for the level of hurt Mike was feeling at this. He battled it silently, telling himself how stupid it was to be hurt by something he knew couldn’t be changed. But even then that flare of pride in him said Misha could have at least emailed them, written a letter, anything to suggest to his parents that there was this guy he was supposedly in love with.

Mike stopped that train of thoughts before it got out of hand. “It’s okay; I know that telling your parents about a boyfriend is hard no matter the circumstances.” Mike didn’t tell Misha that he’d told his mom about the man only days after they first met and she was up-to-date on how madly in love Mike was. He understood that some families simply functioned different.

And if Mike’s parents were overly excited to meet Misha as soon as possible, that was only because Mike was one of those fortunate few that had super supportive family structures.

The food on his plate stared mockingly up at him and Mike couldn’t summon up the energy to even pretend he was hungry for more. After he’d set the plate to the side and turned back, Misha was still watching him only now his eyes were watering. And crap clearly he hadn’t sounded convincing enough to ensure his boyfriend he wasn’t going to hold this against him.

“Hey, c’mon Mash, it’s okay,” Mike reached out to take the man’s plate and set it beside his own on the desk before pulling Misha into his arms. “Look, I want to be here to help in any way I can. So if that means hanging around when they’re here, then yeah I will. If it means making myself scarce, I’ll do that too. Whatever you need.” The only issue being Misha’s inability to tell Mike exactly what that might be.

“We’re a strange pair aren’t we?” Misha murmured and twisted himself on Mike’s lap until he could lay his head on the man’s shoulder and wrap an arm around his middle.

“I think you’re a bit strange. I’m dull in comparison,” Mike smiled softly and pressed his lips to the chocolate rich curls on top of the man’s head. “You want me to be here?” Mike could feel Misha’s head slowly move up and down against his shirt. “Can I introduce myself as your boyfriend?” Another slow nod and he felt a thousand times better.

Things were going to be intense when Misha’s parents showed up, he was fairly certain of that, but at least he could be the rock to keep his boyfriend steady. He didn’t even realize how important that would be to him until he was facing it down.

“I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you,” Misha whispered and fingers tightened around Mike’s shirt, bunching up the fabric.

It wasn’t until he felt something warm and wet against his chest that he realized his boyfriend was crying. “Mish mash,” he breathed, fingers tilting under the man’s chin and tilting his head back. “What is it?”

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with a person, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” It felt a little like Misha was maybe storing this one up, saving it for that very right moment to take one line said by Billy Crystal in a movie and make it his own, give it a whole new meaning.

Mike’s breath caught in his throat. Which meant Misha had done his job right. “We’ve got forever for the rest of our lives,” he whispered and leaned in, capturing soft lips against his own and smiling against the hint of a taste of salt.

Even as he lost himself in the heat and passion, the silky smooth feel of warm lips and equally warm skin, Mike registered a thought. Those tears, the emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes, may have been in part from this crazy love that sometimes seemed too big to properly digest. But there was more to it than that, Mike knew. There was something underlying, the thing that made Misha who he was.

One time he’d asked, just curious to see how Misha would handle the direct question. He’d plopped down on the couch beside his boyfriend and laid it out there. “Misha? What happened to you in the past that makes you talk only in quotes now?”

There had been a moment Mike expected Misha to be upset with him for prying but clearly the man must have gotten asked it enough in the past to be accustomed to not being offended. He’d simply shrugged and gone back to looking at his magazine, quietly murmuring a moment later. “We are who we are, how we got here doesn't matter. What matters is- what do we do now?”

At the time Mike hadn’t wanted to push things so he didn’t tell Misha he didn’t really know anything about their now. All the facts he’d learned about his boyfriend he picked up from watching and asking Jensen. Considering Misha was already stuck on the quote thing when he and Jensen first met, there wasn’t much the man knew for fact.

All of these things weighed in Mike’s mind but in these moments, it was easier to forget about them. Now, when he had Misha’s body naked and exposed beneath his, Mike didn’t want to question things, ruin their perfection.

“Oh god, Misha,” Mike moaned as the man flipped him over and sank down onto his body, throwing his head back to expose a long stretch of honey tanned skin. This was heat, fire, little waves of trickling sparks that worked along his skin and jump started his heart.

Misha rolled back onto him like something dirty, finger nails digging into Mike’s chest and scratching over the skin hard enough to leave angry red lines. He gasped and moaned, clenched around Mike’s cock and pulled up. It was enough to make Mike feel it in his bones, like Misha was pulling his very soul from his body with each quick heated stroke.

It was the type of fucking that may have lasted hours but realistically was only too brief minutes. Time slowed and stopped, the world outside the bedroom door shut down and it was only them. Their shared heartbeats drumming out an erratic rhythm, sweaty skin crashed colliding with each pull push. Mike’s fingers molded hipbones and flesh, left bruises that would color the tan purple blue for days and get him hard each time he saw them. There wasn’t a name for this and Mike drank in all its intensity with labored quick inhales.

Every time Misha came when they were together he forced their eyes to meet. It was his silent way of telling Mike everything without a single word. He could feel it, somewhere deep in him, the unspoken love, trust, promise. Whenever this happened, whenever Mike could feel their connection running through every part of him, he would think for just a moment that this was bigger than the world. That somehow he and Misha had stumbled on some crazy whirlwind epic love thing and no one would ever get it because it was simply past being understood.

Then, like now, Misha would drop to the side and they’d disconnect from the moment. Mike would chastise himself silently for mentally sounding like a lovesick teenage girl and purposefully not mention it to Misha.

“This is it. Life will never be better, nor sweeter than this,” Misha murmured, voice blissfully deep and silky against his neck.

Mike smiled and pulled him close with an arm around his waist. “No? I hope we’re not peaking here, I’d say we’ve still got quite a few years ahead of ourselves to keep things interesting.” The answering smile could be felt and not seen but Mike only had to close his eyes to get a perfect mental image of it. “I love you too.” He finally added when the smile dimmed slightly, knowing that, in his own way, Misha had been telling him as much.

The smile returned full force; Mike matched it with his own and settled back between Misha’s warm sheets, ready for a nice long nap and round two. He was easy to please.

“No life! Without wife! Yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah yeaaah yeaaaaaah!” Misha spontaneously burst into song, which wasn’t as rare an event as one might thing, considering just how many musicals were out there. As it so happened, Bride and Prejudice was one of his favorites.

With a groan Mike rolled on top of his boyfriend to get him to stop. After all, he may be the most patient boyfriend in the history of the universe, but there was really only so much he could take.

-=-=-=-

“Good morning starshine, the earth says hello!”

Judging from the bright gleam in Misha’s eyes, he had been waiting to use that one for awhile. Which wasn’t too surprising since a, Mike was usually up first and b, it was a Johnny Depp quote. Misha had a thing for Johnny Depp and it wasn’t really as closeted as he would have preferred. Then again, Mike had a thing for Bradley Cooper but only because he’d seen all five seasons of Alias and well, the Hangover. Compared to the other guys, Bradley Cooper was a god.

This wasn’t about Mike’s thing for that guy though. This was about his thing for his boyfriend and the man’s adoration of Johnny Depp. Sometimes it infiltrated Mike’s life in ways he’d rather not think about.

Like the one time Misha gave him a blow job hard enough to make his spine curve off the bed in unnatural ways. Afterward Misha had sat back, licked his chops like he’d just finished a particularly tasty meal and said simply. “King.”

Or the time they went out drinking and Mike had to join in with Jensen’s groan when Misha finished his shot, slammed his palm on the table and asked loudly, “but why is the rum gone?!”

Jared had been stupidly excited about the quote, bouncing in his seat and declaring his love for Johnny Depp and all things pirate. Naturally Mike and Jensen had felt like the real adults of the group when Jared gushed about the actor and Misha sprouted out quote after quote after quote. His own way of showing affection. It was scary how many quotes Jared could join in with.

It was also pretty lame until the time Misha sway into the bedroom wearing tight leather pirate pants - sash and all - and a billowy open shirt that exposed large chunks of defined muscles. Mike had fumbled with his book, dropped it without the book mark and made quick work of pulling Misha close enough to get his lips on.

“Okay,” he had murmured, dragging his mouth open along the skin, catching a nipple between his teeth and pulling sharply. “But if you call me Will or Captain Jack, or god Elizabeth, this is so not happening.”

Misha had simply smirked, straddled his lap and whispered. “Yo ho ho, a pirates life for me.”

And yeah, Mike would put up with just about anything where is boyfriend was concerned. Especially if it involved sex.

-=-=-=-

Watching movies with Misha was kind of like watching that one painting show with Bob Ross. And Misha was just as quirky - if not more so - so Mike felt the analogy held strong. They, surprisingly, didn’t watch as many movies as one might think. This led Mike to believe that Misha secretly looked up quotes online and stored them away in some little vault in his mind.

Anyway, this time around they were watching Labyrinth which was generally a cracky movie whether your boyfriend was quoting along with it or not. Of course hearing Misha’s voice in perfect timing sequence with nearly every line definitely added to the level of weird.

“You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do. Do what? Remind of the babe.”

Singing followed, Mike contemplated suffocating himself with a pillow. No offense to Misha, he totally loved the guy, but he wasn’t a very good singer. “I’d just like to see you wear those pants,” Mike mumbled during the instrumental, smirking when Misha looked over his shoulder at him.

Something about Misha’s gaze said ‘you would like that’ and Mike realized with a surprising start that yeah he totally would. That was reason enough alone to go back to pretending like he was actually doing his homework. Because of Misha he was going to end up in school another year.

“Your mothers a fragging Aardvark!" Misha cheered gleefully and clapped his hands together.

“You’ve been in Jared’s skittles again haven’t you?” Mike laughed and flipped the page on his advance education class.

“Don't threaten me with a dead fish!” Misha gasped and smacked Mike on the back, barely hard enough to make a noise.

Mike smirked and shook his head. “You’re an odd breed darling.”

“A mental mind fuck can be nice.”

“Fuck?” Mike perked up, grinning widening. “Yes please.”

“Fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave." Misha sighed dramatically and turned back to the screen.

Mike rolled his eyes and slumped back on the couch. “Back to that again huh?”

-=-=-=-

“Oh my God! I've just been looking for my boyfriend. Have you seen him? He's a cute guy with a little mole on his right cheek." Misha burst into the room carrying a large grocery bag, depositing it on Mike’s table.

Jared was over. That wasn’t as weird as it sounded considering the four were getting together for dinner and a marathon Wii session. Jared had just come early because he and Mike had bumped into each other while crossing the campus.

“Benny and Joon! I know that one! Ha, that movie is awesome.” Jared jumped up from his spot by Mike on the couch and meandered over, poking at the grocery bag. “Mm looks tasty Misha, I hope your special meal of the night is as tasty as the vegetable lasagna last week, I never thought something without meat could be so yummy.”

Mike stood as Jared wandered off into the kitchen and smiled, crossing the room to greet his boyfriend properly. Only Misha didn’t look too pleased, which had Mike drawing up short in his steps. “What’s up Mash?”

“Hey Mike, you got any candy?” Jared’s head appeared around the doorframe, bright grin on his lips.

Mike didn’t look away from Misha, just waved a hand in his general direction. “In the Jared cabinet above the fridge.” This remark had Misha’s eyebrows lifting high across his brow and Mike thought he was putting the pieces together pretty quickly considering he was going off facial expressions alone.

“Sweet, thanks. I’m stoked I have my own cabinet.” Jared bounced back into the kitchen and quite possibly didn’t make things any better.

“No problem. Hey uh, Misha and I are gonna go talk, we’ll be back in a minute.” Mike didn’t give Misha a chance at any form of protest, simply dragged him down the hallway to the bedroom and called over his shoulder, “put the groceries away would ya?”

When the door was closed behind them Misha shook Mike’s hand off and crossed his arms, clearly unhappy with being manhandled.

“What the fuck Misha?” Mike turned to him, snapping more in surprise at being so easily pushed away. “What’s wrong?”

This was the problem with quoting movies, they only went so far. Mike’s eyebrow actually curved up in a delicate arch when Misha huffed and pointed his finger in the direction of the kitchen.

“Are you mad I didn’t go get groceries with you?” Mike prompted, already knowing that wasn’t the issue. He had a hunch what it was but damnit he wasn’t going to support Misha in this insanity. Because, if he was right, than Misha was for some stupid reason, jealous. The idea that he could be, that he would even think of being jealous of Jared being there, was ridiculous.

Of course then Misha had to stomp his foot which almost had Mike laughing. Seriously as far as fights went, this was ranking pretty high up there on the epically lame scale. “Misha? Are you seriously going to pull this shit with me?”

In retrospect, that probably wasn’t the best thing to say.

“Don't underestimate the mentally ill. We know how to count.” Misha snapped, glaring sharper daggers at Mike then he’d ever seen before.

It was enough to have Mike stumbling backward, eyes fluttering. “Mentally… Jesus Christ Misha that’s not what you think of yourself is it?” The terminology was not one Mike would ever have associated with his boyfriend.

Now Misha’s face softened and he looked away, “she's so La Vida Loca.”

Sighing softly Mike stepped into him, reaching out to grasp his hand. “Come on Misha, you’re not crazy. I mean, okay yeah you’re a little crazy. But mainly because you’re jealous of Jared being here.” Mike forced a small laugh, still completely unsure by Misha’s offhand reference to himself.

With the next exhale Mike suddenly found himself up against the wall, wrists pinned up above his head, Misha’s steel blue gaze narrowing. “Mine.” He growled and though the quote - Mike was sure - was from a children’s movie, it sounded anything but PG.

“Damn,” Mike hissed, rocking forward under the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Misha murmured, mapping out Mike’s neck with a series of sucking kisses that inevitably pulled blood to the surface.

“Misha,” he groaned, head falling back against the wall with a loud thump.

“You are the only person that can make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time,” Misha murmured into his skin and cupped Mike through his jeans, pressing his palm hard into the denim.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ,” Mike moaned loudly - too loud - forgetting there was someone else in the apartment. Apparently a jealous Misha was a very hot Misha and Mike made a mental note to invite Jared over before his boyfriend more often.

Fingers shoved down his jeans, curled around his cock and squeezed. Mike’s knees felt weak and he might have dropped down t o the ground if Misha’s other hand wasn’t still pinning his arms to the wall. He was in constant movement against the rapid stroke of Misha’s fingers, pulling him so incredibly fast to the edge it made his vision blur.

And just when he thought nothing could be hotter, Misha dropped to his knees and sucked him in one fluid movement. Wet heat soaked through him, along every inch, and Mike couldn’t help thrusting forward. Misha simply let him, let Mike curl fingers in hair meant to be pulled and fuck into his mouth at a brutal pace. Every breath he sucked in was greedy and barely managed to fill his lungs before shooting out again with the pressure Misha applied easily around him.

His lover’s name came out in a strangled moan with a long, deep thrust and Mike came so hard he saw stars. It was over just like that and Mike slumped against the wall, body trembling before he lost control of himself and sank down to the ground. “Holy shit man, that’s was fucking incredible.”

Misha grinned and shifted closer, lips crushing hard against Mike to share the taste on his tongue. Mike used the opportunity to get his boyfriend to his own release, barley sparing time to undo his jeans and pull his cock free from its confines. He wouldn’t have even done that if he knew for sure that the few clothing items Misha had at his place were for sure clean.

They kissed until Mike could feel Misha shaking then he pulled back enough to watch pleasure morph across his features in the wake of his release. It was hot enough to stir interest in him once more and on most occasions Mike would have pursued it but Jensen’s voice was suddenly right outside the closed bedroom door.

“If you two are done fucking, we’d like to start making dinner.”

Misha and Mike shared identical grins and slowly pushed up to their feet, cleaning up the mess and sharing the occasional lingering kiss. “You know he’s just jealous. He says Jared and him have only gone to second. Apparently Jared’s nervous or something. Waiting for the right moment.”

With a small laugh Misha shook his head and grabbed Mike’s arm before the man could turn to leave the room. “Time can change in every breath we take.”

“I know,” Mike nodded and pulled Misha in, hugging him tightly. It gave him some things to think about. Like obviously Misha thought Mike might be in the pursuit of someone else. Like maybe Misha was aware of just how difficult it could be to date someone with issues like he had. “Hey.” It was Mike’s turn to stop Misha from leaving the room and he pulled him close, held onto him and peered into his eyes. “You know you’re the person I love right? You’re not a burden or something I just deal with. I want you, always, in whatever way you come.”

Emotion glistened in Misha’s eyes and he nodded slowly, smiling. “I love you.” He whispered into a soft kiss and squeezed Mike’s arm before breaking away and leaving the room for real this time.

Leaving Mike rooted to the spot, wondering if that was a quote or something real.

Part Two