Player 2 Press Start - Part 2

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“So, how's 'Spirit Tracks' coming along?” Jensen asked in lieu of greeting Misha when he stepped into the 'Surfing Bird' a few nights later.

Misha quickly hit the Pause button on Jensen's old Nintendo DS hard so it would react at all, then craned his neck to look up at him. “I'm currently just traveling all over the map because I love the melody during the train ride so much.”

With a barking laugh, Jensen flopped down at his usual desk. “I did the same the first time I played it.”

“Good game, though, I'm just stuck in the sand temple with the damn sand wand. Did I just say that? That sounded better in my head. What kind of item name even is that?”

“Lemme see,” Jensen chuckled, then walked over to stand behind Misha's chair, his hands at the seat back, brushing warm and reassuring against Misha's shoulders.

When Jensen leaned down, Misha was already halfway across the map towards the desert temple and realized they stood way too close. Jensen was right there, his cheek next to Misha's, and Misha would hardly have to turn his head to kiss or snuggle up to him and where the hell did these thoughts even come from?

From only a few inches away, Misha was almost able to count the freckles on Jensen's nose. He could see a sore spot on Jensen's lips and how chapped they were and felt the sudden urge to kiss them away, until Jensen's lips were spit-slick and parted on a groan. Stubble was covering Jensen's cheeks and jaw, and Misha almost died imagining his lips running down the sharp edge of Jensen's jaw line, nibbling at his pulse point and Jensen's ear lobe until he was moaning.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending, Misha stated to himself.

These feelings had been there for a while now. Possibly not from the moment Jensen walked in that door, but definitely from the moment they sat on the floor of Jensen's room, laughing themselves stupid over Rayman Raving Rabbits 2 and the burping game. Which, since you had to repeatedly jerk the Wiimote up and down as fast as you could, was pretty sexually suggestive and left Misha staring at Jensen, because that brought up pictures that weren't so PG-rated.

Aside from the whole physical attraction thing, he had gotten to know Jensen fairly well over the past months. He was quirky and talkative as soon as he knew you better, and had that same kind of weird humor that Misha had. That they had both curled up on the couch laughing with tears in their eyes when Conker in 'Conker's Bad Fur Day' hit the stone lion with a frying pan was the best example for that.

Jensen also liked to spend his evenings in his room rather than going out, which Misha was all too okay with.

And here they were, in a damn internet café, Jensen bent over the back of Misha's chair with his tempting lips way too close to Misha's, and some kind of gravity pulling Misha closer and closer to Jensen.

“There's a rabbit, quick, catch it,” Jensen said right then, turning to look at Misha and catching him staring. “Hi,” he added teasingly with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Hi,” Misha answered, stunned by Jensen's green eyes watching him with those crinkles at the corner.

“The rabbit's long gone, you know,” Jensen followed up without looking back at the game.

“I honestly don't care,” Misha found himself saying with emphasis, swaying towards Jensen.

A hot puff of air hit Misha's cheek, and only then did he realize that his eyes had fallen shut and Jensen had pulled back. Misha pressed his eyes shut harder and shook his head almost imperceptibly - shook off the disappointed feeling of failed expectations and slight embarrassment.

“Let me know when you've reached the temple and we'll do the walkthrough together,” Jensen said, rounding the table once more. “I'll set up my laptop in the meantime.”

“Alright,” Misha huffed on the exhale.

His hormones were still on overdrive, his heart was racing a mile a minute and he knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't help it. However, it wasn't Jensen's fault that Misha had fully expected him to kiss him right then.

Then he looked up from the colorful locomotive that Link steered through the plain and found Jensen watching him with an endearing and fond, but also thoughtful smile. And he knew that it was okay.

It would all be okay, because he put that smile there on Jensen's face, and Jensen may be just as unsure about all of this as Misha was, but there were signs.

Misha just hoped that he didn't read them wrong.



“Hey, handsome,” Misha greeted Jensen when he stepped through the door two days later. “Missed you yesterday.”

It seemed like an eternity since Jensen hadn't come in each and every night. And since the days had become longer and warmer, Jensen tended to wear his college baseball jacket over a simple university t-shirt and blue jeans more often. Not that Misha minded, because he never knew he had that much of a soft-spot for jocks until lately.

Today, it was that combination again, but Misha thought the white t-shirt was a bit tight around Jensen's shoulders. Again, not that he minded. It looked ridiculously hot on Jensen, as did the pair of worn jeans.

“Well, I had stuff to do at the university that actually required for me to be there at normal working hours,” Jensen explained as he strolled across the room to Misha's desk, the swing of his hips leisurely and relaxed. “I brought an apology gift, though.”

With that, he not only unloaded the carton holding two Starbucks cups from his arms, but also a baby blue package with a white ribbon, roughly as big as a shoe box but half as tall.

“I don't remember telling you I was pregnant,” Misha joked.

“I figured it's gonna be a boy, so,” Jensen deadpanned. “Why don't you open it?”

Misha raised a skeptical eyebrow and tore into the gift wrap to find six cupcakes, one of which bore a small sign made of marzipan.

“'Sorry, honey'? Really?” Misha snorted amused.

Jensen leaned against Misha's desk and chuckled. “They didn't have one without some kind of term of endearment on it. I figured you'd be okay with 'honey' instead of 'sweetie' or 'princess'.”

Misha mock-pouted at him in return. “Am I not your princess?”

“Aw, of course you are. Didn't want your head to get too big is all,” Jensen smirked down at him. “Also, the baby blue wrap is just because they only had pastel colors and I thought blue would be the manliest option.”

Looking down at the six cupcakes all covered in different colored frosting and looking like a rainbow exploded over them, Misha just had to burst out laughing. “Let me reassure you, this is the manliest apology gift I have ever been given.”

“Apology accepted?”

“By all means,” Misha smiled.

“Good,” Jensen nodded, then clapped his hands and shot Misha an anticipatory look, “then let's try them. I really wanna taste the blue and green sprinkled one, it's supposed to taste like strawberry.”

“Who chooses blue and green sprinkles for a strawberry cupcake?” Misha wondered out loud as he picked up the one Jensen was talking about, eyeing it suspiciously.

“The Talon. You know, the coffee-and-cupcakes place downtown - the old movie theater?”

“Ah, right,” Misha nodded as it dawned on him. He wondered why Jensen would drive through half of Boston to get him a bunch of cupcakes, but then quickly discarded the thought in favor of simply feeling flattered. “Yeah, that place is a hell of pastel colors. Good coffee, thou- oh.”

Misha was interrupted mid-sentence by Jensen leaning down in front of him and taking a big bite out of the cupcake in his hand, moaning as he chewed.

“Mh, that is indeed strawberry,” Jensen noted with his mouth half-full, then licked the smear of red strawberry jelly slowly from his upper lip.

Misha was rendered speechless and so, so turned on.

“You gotta try this. Really, I'm not toxic, just take a bite,” Jensen talked with his mouth still full of cupcake and a boyish grin on his lips.

Misha cursed him to all high heavens, but he still took the bite, not without poking his tongue out and licking off a stray piece of frosting first. He only broke eye contact with Jensen for a quick second.

Watching Jensen's jaw literally drop at the curl of his tongue against the cupcake was worth it. The bite that followed was slow and purposefully soft, and Misha felt for a moment like a teenage girl trying to play coy.

Jensen obviously fell for it, nonetheless, and Misha couldn't hold back a silly smile while chewing the exquisite piece of bakery.

“It is strawberry,” he replied and watched as Jensen's jaw locked. “Thanks for this. What are the other ones?”

“Oh, uh. The yellow and orange ones are blueberry, and the red and violet ones are lemon or... um, I think it could've been grapefruit or something, too, I don't remember exactly... and you already know what the green and blue ones taste like,” Jensen managed to cough, obviously caught off guard.

Misha loved every second of seeing him so flustered. “A whole rainbow collection, look at that.”

If this was a sign again, Misha thought, then it was a pretty easy one to figure out. He couldn't help but feel smug.

Because really, there was no need to apologize for not coming to visit Misha yesterday at work. This was all a lame excuse to bring Misha a gift, plus a subtle showcase of gay pride.

Not that they had ever talked about their exes or their sexual orientation.

It wasn't necessary, somehow.

And Misha couldn't just come out and ask Jensen if a) he was gay and b) he wanted to be his boyfriend. Now where would be the fun in that when he could have Jensen adorably flustered and searching for words to tell him in a roundabout way?



“Jared, can I ask you something?” Misha asked over his cup of coffee on Sunday morning, when he was sure that Jensen was still out like a light.

“Sure thing,” Jared shrugged. “Shoot.”

“How's Jensen's... stance towards girlfriends?”

He noticed several emotions flickering over Jared's features - confusion, curiosity and insecurity among them.

“I don't know how much he told you, but I don't know much, either. Just that since I met him, he hasn't had a girlfriend,” Jared explained, but looked a hell of a lot like he wasn't telling Misha everything he knew.

Misha decided to gloss over it. “So he's not exactly the relationship type or...?” didn't you want to say that he hasn't had a girlfriend because he's gay?

“Honestly, I'm not feeling too comfortable talking about this. Why don't you ask him yourself?” Jared replied briskly.

“I don't know, guess I'm a bit afraid of the answer, to be honest. And I don't want to be nosy. Which I guess I kind of am, now that I'm asking you about this,” Misha sighed heavily. “Sorry.”

“You know, if there's really some kind of misunderstanding between you two, you should clear that up with him.”

“Alright, alright, let's just... forget this conversation ever happened?” Misha begged with the best set of puppy dog eyes that he could manage.

“That's... probably a good idea,” Jared gave in, still confused.

Misha slurped his coffee and thanked whatever powers were at work that Jensen didn't show up until a few minutes later, adorably mussed from sleep but smiling tiredly at Misha as soon as he noticed him sitting at the kitchen table. “Morning.”

“Since when do you even smile before your first dose of caffeine?” Jared smirked.

“Since Misha's here?” Jensen offered jokingly, then brushed his hand against the back of Misha's neck on his way past him and towards the coffee machine.

One look at Jared told Misha he didn't think Jensen was completely joking, either.

“Aw,” Jared teased, then got to his feet. “I'll be at Gen's place for the day, so you have the apartment to yourselves.”

“Um, thank you,” Misha said, surprised. Usually, Gen would visit Jared here, not the other way around, but Misha was thankful for small favors.

Jensen ignored them until he was provided with coffee and flopped down in front of Misha, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose with practiced motion. “So, what are we gonna do with an apartment to ourselves all day?”

“Since I gotta get to work at 1 p.m. for the afternoon shift, I don't think we have much time to do anything,” Misha answered with a look at the kitchen clock, which said 10:30 a.m.

Jensen's face fell and he started to nibble on his bottom lip. “Well, you have a change of clothes with you, don't you?”

“I do.”

“So if we manage to shower within half an hour, then we've still got two hours.”

“Which means I'll have to get to work from here.”

“Which is shorter than from your apartment anyway,” Jensen pointed out.

Misha couldn't help but smirk. “You don't want me to go.”

“No, I really don't,” Jensen smiled at him fondly. “Sorry. I know it's a bit childish, trying to hog you.”

With a deep intake of breath, Misha tried to calm down the butterflies in his stomach. “Childish? You?” he laughed nervously, trying to shake off the strange feeling. “One look at your room doesn't give that away at all.”

“Common mistake, actually,” Jensen winked. “Video games are big boy games.”

“Wouldn't have thought that, big boy,” Misha blinked at Jensen, his voice suddenly rough.

Jensen's eyes snapped open, the expression in his eyes shifting from amused to something darker. Something Misha felt deep in his chest but didn't want to name just yet; something that made him shiver in anticipation, made his skin tingle with electricity and made his toes curl.

Their eyes locked over the short distance, only the table separating them, and as Misha held the appraising look of Jensen's too green eyes, he knew that something was starting up here. Had started a while ago, actually, and wormed its way into their lives, and into Misha's heart. It wasn't uncomfortable between them - it never was - but the air was crackling with things unsaid and their feelings spilling out, making a mess.

Misha eventually broke the moment by coughing and clearing his throat. “So. What are we going to do in those two hours?”

“Oh, I can certainly think of a thing or two that we could take care of within two hours,” Jensen's voice was rough, too, and full of innuendo.

“Like finishing up that Scott Pilgrim playthrough that we had going?”

“That was totally the first thing I was thinking of,” Jensen answered with a lopsided grin, the words dripping with sarcasm.

Misha felt flattered and somehow strung too tight. He also couldn't get to his feet until both their cups of coffee were empty, or else Jensen would've noticed just how much effect his words had had on Misha's treacherous body.



“Hey, there you are!”

“Sorry,” Misha said, juggling the two paper cups filled with coffee as he approached the 'Surfing Bird'. “I didn't think you'd be early.”

Jensen was waiting at the door with his hands buried in his pockets. “You brought coffee, so you're forgiven,” he grinned.

“Well, it's Thursday, so it's my turn to buy coffee.”

Unfortunately, Misha had completely forgotten to take one of the carton carriers with him, resulting in having to hold both cups and a paper bag with two blueberry muffins jammed between his elbow and his chest.

“Need a hand?” Jensen offered.

“Yeah, you could, uh... unlock the door? Keys are in my left pocket.”

“Jeans pocket?” Jensen asked and stepped closer.

Misha nodded. “Yeah.”

It took some fumbling on Jensen's part, because the keys had apparently slipped into the deepest part of Misha's pocket, and Misha felt fingertips ghosting over his thigh, touching, seeking, only a thin layer of cotton separating their skin. It was awkward but in a way also enjoyable, and Misha was almost sad that Jensen found the keys so quickly.

“Got 'em!” Jensen announced triumphantly.

“Alright, take the one with the square base.”

Jensen filed through the various keys on Misha's key ring until he held out one with a questioning look.

“Yeah, that one. Just stick it in,” Misha confirmed without thinking twice, in a hurry to get the steaming hot cups out of his hands.

“Oh really, sticking it in? And there I thought I could blow it down,” Jensen smirked over his shoulder.

Misha knew that he was blushing at Jensen's dirty undertone, but that didn't mean that Jensen would get away with it. “If you're better at blowing than sticking it in, I'm okay with that.”

Jensen just burst out laughing while unlocking the door and letting them in.

“You know, you could've just given me one of the cups.”

“That would've been way too easy,” Misha answered, dropping his goods on his desk, then turning towards Jensen to take the keys from his hand, his fingers closing around Jensen's. “Thank you.”

Avoiding his look, Jensen chuckled. He seemed a bit flustered while he walked over to his usual desk, and Misha may have felt a bit smug about it.

However, insecurity was shining in his eyes when he found Misha's eyes again. “You know, you don't need an excuse to... ah, forget it,” he broke off the mumbled sentence and shook his head.

“What?” Misha chased, slowly closing the gap of a few steps between them until he was standing right in front of Jensen.

“Nothing,” Jensen dismissed it again.

“Don't 'nothing' me, sweetheart. If you start sentences like these, you better learn to finish them,” Misha teased Jensen, poking him in the ribs with his right index finger.

“Stop that,” Jensen groused and grabbed Misha's hand out of reflex.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. In the most clichéd way possible.

Misha was staring at Jensen's hand, thick fingers with blunt fingernails wrapped around his own, more delicate ones, holding on with just the right pressure. Jensen was frozen as his fingers squeezed Misha's hand idly, his thumb rubbing an almost imperceptive circle onto the back of it.

It really was probably just a moment, just the blink of an eye, but it seemed like a long minute to Misha.

So when he looked up and found Jensen's eyes firmly fixed on him, he had to take a deep breath.

“I meant to say,” Jensen began on the exhale, “that you don't need an excuse for touching me, or getting me to touch you. Trust me, I'm completely okay with it.”

Not with the where and how I want to touch you, Misha thought, but swallowed down the words that already lay on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he forced a smile onto his face.

“I'll try to remember that next time I've got my hands full,” he replied with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

Jensen's expression vanished into a grimace of reserved amusement battling with the strong will to stay serious. Misha knew he had just devalued their moment by making a dirty joke about it but he had to do something to lift the solemn mood.

In the end, Jensen cracked and grinned. “I hate you, you know that?” he burst out without venom.

“Oh, trust me, I'm completely okay with it,” Misha repeated Jensen's words to him, then turned his palm that was still in Jensen's hand around and pulled it free - but not without running the tip of his index finger over the inside of Jensen's palm, which had him shivering from the sensation.

When Misha headed back to his desk, he thought he heard Jensen moan silently to himself.

A full-blown, obscenely deep growl would've turned him on just as much as that little moan did, and it stopped Misha in his tracks.

He smiled to himself, then threw a smirk over his shoulder, taking note of Jensen's parted lips and his slightly irritated stare, which quickly shifted into a bright grin. God, he was beautiful. The way he dipped his head diffidently, bit his lower lip, it made Misha's mind wander off to different places. Places that featured certain vertical, plush surfaces. Come to think of it, the desks here would probably do just fine, too, he thought.

“You're gonna be the end of me, I swear,” Misha found himself saying on a whim, shaking his head.

“What now?” Jensen followed up, surprised.

Misha felt heat rise up on his cheeks. Great, now he was blushing, just what he needed. “Nothing.”

Jensen walked towards him, waving his index finger. “Ah, ah. Nope. If I don't get to 'nothing' you, you don't get to 'nothing' me. Alright? Spit it out, Collins. You don't get to start these sentences without finishing them, either.”

A heavy palm curled around Misha's shoulder, keeping him grounded. Looking into Jensen's eyes from this distance made something reckless and irrational flare up within him; Misha could feel it, like it was rattling and throwing itself against the confines of his chest, begging and crying to be let out into the world. Misha wondered when he had stopped playing coy and started making his life harder than it needed to be.

“There are some sentences that haven't got a second part yet,” Misha sighed, despite all the urges sending his feelings on a rollercoaster ride.

They’d been climbing the lift hill for months now, and the first drop eventually had to come.

They had spent entire nights doing impossible shit on RollerCoaster Tycoon 3, so Misha had learned that lesson all too well.

“What makes you say that?” Jensen asked, obviously confused.

“I don't know,” Misha confessed. “There's quite a lot of things I don't know what to think of these days.”

“About...” Jensen began, then dropped his chin onto his chest to take a deep breath. When he looked back up, he jerked his head pretty unmistakably between the two of them.

“Yeah,” Misha nodded.

Jensen's eyes turned soft, and his mouth quivered into a shaky smile. “You know, in a way a... friendship is like starting a game without knowing what you're in for. You never know if you're able to handle the controls - maybe you need to invert the Y-axis first, adjust your view and your control over the game so you can manage to play it at all.”

“You're always telling me that the people who invert the controls have a standing deal with the devil,” Misha threw in.

“Well, haven't you?” Jensen smirked.

“Not for a while,” Misha quipped.

Jensen chuckled and let his hand drop from Misha's shoulder to his elbow. “Seriously, though. My point is, maybe you won't be able to handle that game at all, and it collects dust on your shelf. I guess you have to buy and experience those kind of games, too, because when you come across a really good one, you'll notice how good it is. A game that you start and immediately have a feeling for the controls and the camera without having to reset anything. Everything just falls into place and fits. And the story will be fantastic and take you on a ride that you didn't expect, sucks you into a world you never knew existed, and the game ends up blowing your mind. But you can only find and experience those games if you play them.”

“Nice pep talk,” Misha mumbled, avoiding Jensen's piercing green eyes that were swirling with emotions and unsaid confessions, and it was making him dizzy. “I know what you're doing, for the record.”

“I know what you're doing, too, Mish. You're deflecting. And okay, I get it. I've been a lone wolf for most of my life, too. Just. Think about it?”

“Yeah, no worries. I will.”



The next day, Misha found an envelope in his mailbox. It contained a letter that he had been waiting for for weeks now, and when it said exactly what he had hoped it would, he almost shouted out his happiness into the world.

Instead, he made a call to Mitch that had been overdue for almost a year now.

Then he texted Jensen, saying that he wouldn't have to stop by the 'Surfing Bird' tomorrow, seeing as Misha wouldn't be there.

Wat? Whys that? Jensen texted back.

Because I just quit. Working hours kinda interfered with my hours as an intern at the state government, Misha answered, a big smile unwavering on his lips.

Great 2 hear we dont have to limit our gamin nights to saturdays any more. Come by tomorrow we gotta celebrate!!

Misha grinned some more to himself, a plan forming in his head about what to do with his and Jensen's situation, and with the not-so-ambiguous possibility of feelings between them.



Misha was nervous.

Probably more nervous than he had been before his valedictorian speech in high school, which meant a thing or two.

He took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell to Jensen's and Jared's apartment. Solid, loud footfalls told him that he had guessed right - Jared would be the one opening the door for him if he was early.

“Hey, Misha,” Jared greeted him with a wide, happy grin. “Come on in.”

“Hey,” Misha nodded, and added quietly, “Where's Jensen?”

“Since you're early, Loverboy is still busy grooming for you,” Jared winked.

Perfect, Misha thought and leaned in to whisper, “Um, listen. Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure?”

“Do you think you could up the ante with the boyfriend jokes today?”

Jared was, unsurprisingly, confused at the request. “Why? I mean, I tease you pretty much every waking minute about it anyway.”

“Just, trust me on this, alright?” Misha begged and shot Jared a conspiratorial look.

“Alright,” Jared nodded, then shouted over his shoulder with his eyebrows still raised, “Hey Jen, your boyfriend's here.”

“He's not my boyfriend!” came the answering yell from the bathroom.

It had been like this for months now. Jared rarely referred to one of them to the other with their first name - mostly, it was different variations of sweetheart, loverboy, boyfriend, or something of the like. Misha didn't mind, because Jensen was adorable when he blushed and denied their relationship status.

They settled in the kitchen with a can of soda each, chatting idly until Jensen showed up in the doorway, freshly showered and shaved. Misha swallowed heavily at seeing him in a dark blue button-down with his sleeves rolled up and black jeans that hugged his body in all the right places.

“Hey,” Jensen smiled, then headed over to the table to ruffle Misha's hair.

“Stop it,” Misha grumbled, swatting his hand away and glaring after Jensen, who headed to the fridge with a wide grin.

“You guys are so friggin' married,” Jared snickered.

“Fuck you too, Padalecki,” Jensen threw back amused.

“Ah, no. It's cute, actually.”

Jensen simply shot him an unimpressed, nonplussed glare over the top of the door of the fridge. Then he coughed. “So, I believe we gotta celebrate a little something.”

Three beers were put down on the table in front of Misha.

Misha smirked up at Jensen. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“A certain someone landing an internship with the state government ring any bells?”

“Still a bit fuzzy,” Misha pursed his lips and shook his head playfully.

Jensen smiled and leaned down a bit, as if he hadn't invaded Misha's bubble of personal space enough already. “And you haven't even had a drink yet,” he teased.

“Must be the company,” Jared chimed in with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Jensen rolled his eyes at him, which Misha knew meant that Jared had finally struck some kind of nerve, because Jensen was getting pissed. Wordlessly, he took the beers to open them and push a bottle into each of their hands.

“I'd like to propose a toast,” Jensen announced, lifting his own beer.

“To the happy couple,” Jared coughed under his breath, and Jensen ignored him completely.

His nostrils flared with repressed irritation, though, which Misha duly noted.

“To Misha, for taking an important step towards his future,” Jensen concluded.

Jared acted surprised. “Did I miss your proposal?”

Which was the final straw that made Jensen break. “Would you knock it off?” he burst out, slamming his bottle onto the tabletop. “You've been making these jokes for months, they're not even funny anymore, and for Christ's sake, Misha is not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, right,” Jared snorted.

“Yeah, right!” Jensen shouted right back.

“Are you even gay?” Misha asked curiously, and the twisted feeling in his gut just seemed to get worse the more he tried to calm down and tell himself that this had been the plan all along.

“As gay as a fucking pride parade, okay?” Jensen stated with emphasis, eventually turning towards Misha. When their eyes met over the short distance, Jensen seemed to realize somewhat what just had happened and screwed his eyes shut. “Look, I'm sorry, this is not like I thought I'd--”

“Don't worry,” Misha smiled and got to his feet to stand in front of Jensen. “It was kind of my intention, to be honest. You would never have told me if we went on like we did. And I had to be sure.”

“Sure because... what now?” Jensen asked confused.

“Well,” Misha started, then reached for Jensen's hand to curl his fingers around it. “We could be. Boyfriends, I mean. If you're interested.” These things shouldn't be so hard to say.

“You mean, you're--”

“Gay as a pride parade, too. Well, bisexual, to be exact.”

“And you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“That's what I said, wasn't it?”

“Uh. Really? In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of the awkward nerd no one wants to hang out with.”

“In case you haven't noticed, I've hung out with you a lot lately and I've had a great time. I mean, you introduced me to Hyrule and the Normandy and Rapture and Skyrim. You showed me all of these new worlds and games, and honestly? They're breathtaking and intriguing, yet what captured and fascinated me the most was you. You and your passion and your dedication to these games. And over the course of those last months, I fell in love with you. So, yeah. I really want you to be my boyfriend.”

The unhappy pout on Jensen's lips had slowly spread into a tiny smile, and by the end of Misha's little speech, to a bright grin. “God, you're cheesy,” he huffed.

But then, the most amazing thing happened.

Jensen wrapped his hand around Misha's neck and pulled him in for a hard, passionate kiss. It was maybe a bit too wet, and their noses bumped together awkwardly and Misha's upper lip got stuck to Jensen's bottom one for a split second, but they slotted together like their lips were designed to fit one another's. Jensen didn't need to tell Misha how long he had wanted to do this, because that kiss pretty much spoke for itself, and the feeling... the spark that it ignited in Misha's whole body, the tender warmth and overwhelming happiness, was worth the wait.

He was dizzy from the company, for real this time.

Misha could've done this all evening, but then a cough reminded them that they weren't alone in the kitchen.

They broke apart reluctantly, and Misha noticed that he had left a smear on Jensen's glasses. He had to suppress a grin.

“So, uh, let me get this straight,” Jared asked confused, “you actually weren't dating before this?”

“No?” Jensen answered, equally confused.

“Because I could've sworn... nevermind. - Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Misha laughed.

“You both just noticed that you're crushing on each other right now?”

“Yeah?” they both replied simultaneously, then started to giggle. God, being in love does make you act like a teenage girl, Misha thought amused.

Jared started laughing right then and didn't stop for a whole minute, until he wheezed, “You guys are unbelievable. Enjoy your night, I'll be at Gen's.”

And with that, he left.

“So he thought we were a couple all along,” Misha stated, still working through the events of the past minutes.

“Maybe if I had asked him sooner, we wouldn't have spent months tiptoeing around each other,” Jensen mused.

“Aw, c'mon. It was fun, though.”

“It was. Although I can think of something even more fun,” Jensen winked. “And no, it's not our Scott Pilgrim marathon this time.”

Misha tried to stay serious, but at the salacious gaze from Jensen, he cracked. “You, sir, have a very dirty mind and I couldn't wish for more in this whole wide world,” Misha smiled.

“Then let's go make use of an apartment we have all to ourselves for the night,” Jensen chuckled and pulled Misha firmly against his chest to kiss him again.



THE END

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