Light Me Up
Title: Light Me Up
Author:
signalfire
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3035
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Naughty words and sex
Summary: They're only ten paces away from the decking, barely out of sight of the last of their friends when Jensen stops suddenly and yanks Misha in close to him, crushing their lips together in a sudden, hot kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Written for bja727 who asked for some Jensen/Misha, 4th July, and groping. I hope this is good for you, sweetie.
Any prompts or requests, please email me or post here =)
Jensen stands close to Misha, their hands brushing against each other, Jensen's body turned just slightly towards the other man's. Their relationship is still very new, Jensen is still very nervous about public displays of affection with Misha. Not that he thinks that their friends will judge, they're hardly the types to do that and the invitations for the Independence Day Party were addressed to them with the assumption they would be each other's plus ones. Everyone knows (they've known it's been pending for years, apparently, though Jensen is sure that is an exaggeration) but still, he doesn't want to be a spectacle. He doesn't want the cat calls and the congratulations and the good natured jeers that would accompany him kissing Misha or touching Misha. He wants them to just be a normal couple without everyone watching them smugly.
Misha doesn't mind. He doesn't take it personally because it's not a personal issue. Jensen adores him and makes that known every time they've been together. Despite neither of them having been intimate with men before they began seeing each other they've more than made up for lost time, spending the first week after their first kiss in bed together. And, if Misha didn't think it was enough that Jensen wanted to be close to him, Jensen was nearly always the one to initiate sex. Spontaneously. Wherever they were.
The party was in a big cabin in the woods, overlooking a lake that reflected the sky and the fireworks that set off from the far shore. The cabin was housing them all, five couples in total, including Jared and Genevieve who were cuddled up together on a bench not far away, the epitome of a happily married couple.
Despite that and despite the fireworks, despite the presence of all of their friends, Jensen only had eyes for Misha. As though he felt he really had to make up for the years of not looking at Misha this way.
“You're missing the fireworks,” Misha whispered, turning his eyes to Jensen.
“I've seen fireworks before,” Jensen replies with a grin.
“Hm, you've seen me before, too,” Misha teases, nudging Jensen with his arm.
Jensen merely shrugs, watching the coloured lights illuminating his boyfriend's face. Around them he can hear the rest of their friends drinking and shouting and throwing in the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' that always accompany firework displays. But Jensen can't hear. All of his attention is focused on Misha.
Misha is dressed in a short sleeved shirt hanging loose from his suit pants and a skinny black tie. He looks smart and Jensen is proud to be standing here with him, he'll never deny that. He's still in his shirt but he left his tie up in their room because it's just not necessary. It's not a dinner party. Their friends are all mostly drunk.
“Are you cold?” Jensen asks, running his fingers lightly up Misha's bare arm. The sudden contact makes Misha's skin goosebump immediately and he looks down with some surprise.
“Well. Perhaps-” Misha starts with a crooked little smile. “It is getting a little chilly out here.”
“Maybe we should head inside. I wouldn't want you catching a cold.”
Misha nods his head, understanding every implication behind Jensen's words. Jensen turns and heads back towards the cabin and Misha follows. It doesn't matter what the others think or say as they pass. It's probably obvious where they're going, after all, but everyone is too concerned with their own evenings and their own company to be worried about other people.
They're only ten paces away from the decking, barely out of sight of the last of their friends when Jensen stops suddenly and yanks Misha in close to him, crushing their lips together in a sudden, hot kiss. Misha whimpers and leans in, about to touch Jensen's jaw, cup his face when the other man pulls back, barely letting Misha get into the kiss. He's a tease. It leaves Misha wanting more and he knows that that is exactly the game Jensen is playing. He continues to follow at a distance of five paces, until Jensen stops again, turning letting his eyes rake up and down Misha's body. The want in his eyes is so obvious it's like a full body caress and Misha whimpers. He closes the space between them, grabbing a handful of Jensen's shirt and pulling him close, close enough that he can rub the growing erection in his pants against Jensen's leg.
“You're keen,” Jensen whispers, pressing his thigh between Misha's to give the other man something to press against. They're barely inside the cabin, standing by the large, sliding glass doors. Anyone could see them. Misha loves that thought.
“You're a tease,” he replies, his voice low and Cas-gravelly, his eyes darkened by his wide pupils.
Jensen smiles softly, lifting his hand up and brushing his thumb over Misha's lips. It's a simple gesture but it recalls for both of them the same action performed with Jensen's cock moments before he makes Misha blow him. Misha purrs, flicking his tongue out and Jensen pulls away.
Misha can feel the hardness between Jensen's legs.
It seems impossible for them to get far without touching. It's usually not a problem because they're usually a heck of a lot closer to their room, but they've only just reached the stairs and Jensen is slamming Misha up against the wall again, pressing into him as though he wants nothing more but to merge their bodies together. Still a staircase and a corridor to make it through. Stupid big cabin.
This time at least Jensen is keen to linger a little while longer. He cups Misha's jaw, his thumb stroking over the slight shadow of his stubble as their lips desperately press together, both of them breathing heavily. Misha's fingers are already eagerly trying to undo Jensen's shirt buttons. Jensen hums his approval. He really enjoys all the attention Misha bestows upon him. And now he is fully hard, slowly rubbing up against his boyfriend, drawing soft gasps and whimpers from Misha's lips at the friction he's causing.
“Bed,” Jensen murmurs, pulling away and backing up the stairs, beckoning Misha to follow. It doesn't take a lot of encouragement. Misha follows eagerly, only one step behind, his eyes turned up to Jensen's, his fingers able to stroke lightly up and down Jensen's thighs.
They reach the corridor with no more delay and being so close to their room Jensen grins and breaks into a run, speeding down the corridor with Misha hot on his heels. They giggle like teenagers as they fall against the door, tumbling into the room. They're there, they're finally alone and they're both suddenly a little nervous. It happens this way more often than not. Everything is still new, after all.
Jensen's tie is draped over the bed, discarded before the party. Misha looks at it and then looks at Jensen, but as always Jensen is one step ahead. He grabs Misha's skinny black tie and somehow Misha knows what's going to happen next.
Jensen pulls him towards the bed, leading him by the tie. He sits, pulling Misha between his legs and starting to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up, leaning in to kiss each inch of exposed skin. Misha shivers and smiles, lifting his fingers to run them through Jensen's hair, holding him close to his belly. Jensen kisses his way around Misha's navel before giving up on unbuttoning his shirt and setting his sights lower, pulling open his lover's pants and following the little dusting of hair down from his stomach towards the waistband of his boxers as he lowers his zip.
Misha pulls back, humming a little, beginning to unthread his tie.
“Stop,” Jensen says, batting Misha's hands away and getting to work on it himself. “It would be impolite of me to expect you to undress yourself.”
Misha chuckles, falling silent at the sound of the soft swoosh that comes when Jensen pulls the tie from around his neck. The tie joins the other on the bed and Jensen's fingers return to their former task of unbuttoning his shirt.
More fireworks explodes outside. They're louder, a little closer, maybe from one of the neighbouring cabins. Jensen smirks.
“What?” Misha asks as he shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, Jensen kissing a path over his chest between his nipples.
“I was just sad that with all the noise outside no one is going to hear this wonderfully solid headboard hitting the wall-” he cocks his head, raising an eyebrow as he looks up at Misha.
“Well you'll just have to fuck me real hard, won't you?” Misha whispers, putting his hands upon Jensen's shoulders and easing him back, crawling up onto the bed to straddle his hips and feeling the hardness of Jensen's erection pressing against his ass.
“Smooth move, but you're far too clothed-” Jensen smiles, using his slight advantage in body mass to flip Misha over onto his back, hooking his fingers into his lovers pants and pulling them down.
“Commando, Mish?”
“Didn't pack any boxers,” Misha replies, feigning innocence.
Jensen rolls his eyes, removing Misha's shoes, socks and pants, leaving the other man naked, his cock hard against his stomach. Jensen makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, unbuckling and unbuttoning his own pants, letting them fall to the floor with his boxers.
Misha watches without complaint, his tongue darting across his lips as he eyes Jensen's impressive erection, his legs subconsciously twitching to part and let him in.
Jensen notices as he notices everything Misha does.
“Your'e keen, Mish.”
“You're a fucking tease, Jen,” Misha replies.
“I haven't done anything,” Jensen protests.
“Exactly,” Misha replies. “And I want you.”
Jensen grins, crawling slowly up Misha's body until he can press a kiss to his lips. “Patience,” he smiles and Misha growls.
One more kiss and then Jensen reaches over to the bedside table, pulling out their lubricant. Misha watches, his fingers flexing and unflexing in the sheets.
More fireworks go off almost overhead and Jensen squeezes the lube into his fingers, his motions quickened as though spurred on by the noise.
Obediently, Misha spreads his legs and it's a sight that never fails to get Jensen hot. He crushes their lips together again and eases his slicked up fingers down between Misha's legs, pressing them teasingly again his entrance.
There's too much teasing for Misha's liking.
He rocks his hips down, trying to force Jensen inside him but Jensen relents. It's a power game. Misha pulls back from the kiss, turns his head away and Jensen relents slightly, the tips of two fingers penetrating Misha. He feels his boyfriend tense and then the shudder of pleasure that passes through him moments later.
Jensen is a fair man. They've tried sex in many different ways with Misha topping too, but they both seem to enjoy it more this way, with Misha beneath him or riding him, but always with part of Jensen filling him. And Jensen is fine with that. He likes to learn and test how far and how fast he can stretch and pull and fuck and Misha is more than happy to let him. Misha likes being fucked.
The more Misha whimpers beneath him the more Jensen just can't wait to pound into him and so as soon as he feels Misha relax he thrusts his fingers in roughly, two digits pushing into the tightness of Misha's body.
Misha cries out and his back arches and Jensen's fingers slide in deeper. The tight heat around him makes Jensen want to pull his fingers out and make Misha moan on his cock. He leans down to kiss Misha, his other hand, his free hand following the path of the muscles down Misha's back, down to his hip, pulling him against his fingers as though his lover needs to be lead. But Misha is always so pliant and Jensen finds that sexier than he thinks he should - the way Misha lets him move him into position like a toy - it's really fucking hot.
But there are many things he doesn't understand about Misha. Like how, despite the hours and hours they've spent in bed together, Misha remains so tight. Jensen still feels the need to stretch him out with two or three fingers, despite Misha saying otherwise.
He presses his fingers into Misha again, thrusting them roughly in and out contrary to his fears of hurting him, because he loves the sudden tightness and he loves the way Misha keens beneath him. He loves the flush that rushes through Misha's body and the way pleasure is practically burning in his eyes.
“Come on, Jen,” Misha whispers. “We don't need to do this.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” Jensen replies, curling his fingers inside Misha and doing anything but hurt him.
Misha moans and arches and Jensen knows it's partly for show because Misha wants them to get down to business.
A firework lights up the sky directly outside their window and for a second Misha's pale skin is bathed in colours. Jensen pauses, looking down at his lover with something akin to wonder and disbelief.
“Jen-” Misha whispers his name, his voice husky. “Come on, please?”
Jensen smiles and curls his fingers again, feeling Misha's muscles quiver around him.
“Okay,” he breathes, because for all of his teasing his dick is aching and he needs to be inside this man. As his fingers slide out Misha reaches up to grab the headboard, bracing himself and pretty much dictating that he wanted it hard and rough. Jensen takes a few more seconds to coat his cock in lube before he bends Misha back, draping his legs over his shoulders and lining himself up.
Misha looks up, his eyes dark, but there's a hint of amusement in them. Always. He feels the head of Jensen's cock press against him and he purrs. That sound, that fucking sound drives Jensen crazy and he can't hold back from slamming forward, filling Misha's tight body with one thrust.
Misha cries out, his fingers gripping the head boar dwith the same passion. But he's loud. Jensen loves that he is loud. In contrast, Jensen barely makes a sound, but only because he doesn't want to drown out the noises of his lover.
His hands have navigated to Misha's hips, holding them in place whilst he pounds into Misha's body, not waiting before he sets up a rought rhythm, because he knows Misha will take it.
Still the fireworks are exploding outside, but Misha seems to be timing his cries of pleasure to fill the silence in between. They will be overheard, but neither of them care.
The angle is good for Jensen to hit Misha's prostate. It's very good, and he feels the clench of Misha's muscles whenever Jensen hits it. But he doesn't want Misha to come too soon, and whilst he loves the tightness of his lovers body, and whilst that will get him off alone he likes to tease.
Lowering Misha's legs Jensen repositions them, spreading his slightly larger frame over his boyfriend and pushing him into the bed. Misha's fingers remain clenched around the headboard and Jensen's slither up to join them, holding the bars either side and using them for leverage as he thrusts hard, the change of angle making Misha tighter, making Jensen's dick hit his prostate at a different pace.
Misha's knees are drawn up, his hips lifting to meet Jensen's thrusts, eager to please. Jensen's mouth presses to Mishas' neck, stifling his own noises of pleasure so that he can listen to Misha crying out, his cock pressed between their bellies, the friction enough to give pleasure, making Misha's muscles clench and tremble.
"I'm close," Misha whispers. "Jen, I'm close, don't stop."
Jensen feels it. The build up, Misha's dick so hard between them- He had no intention of stopping, pushing forwards with an almost bruising force. They both groan, the bed creaking beneath them when Jensen picks up the pace. Misha's moans of pleasure are louder than the fireworks outside. Jensen doesn't care. His world narrows suddenly to the man beneath him and the way his cock is being squeezed.
"Fuck, Jen," Misha cries out once before Jensen has time to do anything else, feeling the heat erupt between them when Misha comes. Within seconds Jensen can barely thrust into his lover, but the rippling and quivering of his muscles continues to stimulate him and Jensen feels the calming wash of his orgasm blocking everything else out. He fills Misha.
They both listen to the crescendo of the fireworks overhead as their breathing steadies. Jensen listens to the fluttering of Misha's heart and feels it fall into time with his own.
"Jensen, I love you," Misha whispers, so softly that Jensen thinks Misha doesn't want him to hear. If they hadn't known each other for four years, Jensen would have said it was too much too soon. But they had. They'd done a lot together and he knew it was possible to lvoe someone quietly. He understands Misha has been creeping relentlessly into his heart the entire time they've known each other. If this is too soon then he is a hypocrite.
"I love you, Mish," he replies with a little more conviction, a little louder than Misha.
Misha tips his head, smiling up at Jensen. "Really?" he asks, genuinely surprised but not less pleased. His finges loosen their grip on the headboard finally and his hands wander up Jensen's arms, tender little touches to the warm skin.
"Of course," Jensen replies, his lips pressing gently to the corner of Misha's mouth. "You know, I don't spend sixty percent of my time in bed with someone if I don't like them."
"I dunno," Misha grins. "I am pretty good in bed."
Jensen snorts and Misha laughs. The fireworks end and Jensen finds Misha's mouth again, kissing him in the new darkness.
Author:
signalfire
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3035
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Naughty words and sex
Summary: They're only ten paces away from the decking, barely out of sight of the last of their friends when Jensen stops suddenly and yanks Misha in close to him, crushing their lips together in a sudden, hot kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Written for bja727 who asked for some Jensen/Misha, 4th July, and groping. I hope this is good for you, sweetie.
Any prompts or requests, please email me or post here =)
Jensen stands close to Misha, their hands brushing against each other, Jensen's body turned just slightly towards the other man's. Their relationship is still very new, Jensen is still very nervous about public displays of affection with Misha. Not that he thinks that their friends will judge, they're hardly the types to do that and the invitations for the Independence Day Party were addressed to them with the assumption they would be each other's plus ones. Everyone knows (they've known it's been pending for years, apparently, though Jensen is sure that is an exaggeration) but still, he doesn't want to be a spectacle. He doesn't want the cat calls and the congratulations and the good natured jeers that would accompany him kissing Misha or touching Misha. He wants them to just be a normal couple without everyone watching them smugly.
Misha doesn't mind. He doesn't take it personally because it's not a personal issue. Jensen adores him and makes that known every time they've been together. Despite neither of them having been intimate with men before they began seeing each other they've more than made up for lost time, spending the first week after their first kiss in bed together. And, if Misha didn't think it was enough that Jensen wanted to be close to him, Jensen was nearly always the one to initiate sex. Spontaneously. Wherever they were.
The party was in a big cabin in the woods, overlooking a lake that reflected the sky and the fireworks that set off from the far shore. The cabin was housing them all, five couples in total, including Jared and Genevieve who were cuddled up together on a bench not far away, the epitome of a happily married couple.
Despite that and despite the fireworks, despite the presence of all of their friends, Jensen only had eyes for Misha. As though he felt he really had to make up for the years of not looking at Misha this way.
“You're missing the fireworks,” Misha whispered, turning his eyes to Jensen.
“I've seen fireworks before,” Jensen replies with a grin.
“Hm, you've seen me before, too,” Misha teases, nudging Jensen with his arm.
Jensen merely shrugs, watching the coloured lights illuminating his boyfriend's face. Around them he can hear the rest of their friends drinking and shouting and throwing in the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' that always accompany firework displays. But Jensen can't hear. All of his attention is focused on Misha.
Misha is dressed in a short sleeved shirt hanging loose from his suit pants and a skinny black tie. He looks smart and Jensen is proud to be standing here with him, he'll never deny that. He's still in his shirt but he left his tie up in their room because it's just not necessary. It's not a dinner party. Their friends are all mostly drunk.
“Are you cold?” Jensen asks, running his fingers lightly up Misha's bare arm. The sudden contact makes Misha's skin goosebump immediately and he looks down with some surprise.
“Well. Perhaps-” Misha starts with a crooked little smile. “It is getting a little chilly out here.”
“Maybe we should head inside. I wouldn't want you catching a cold.”
Misha nods his head, understanding every implication behind Jensen's words. Jensen turns and heads back towards the cabin and Misha follows. It doesn't matter what the others think or say as they pass. It's probably obvious where they're going, after all, but everyone is too concerned with their own evenings and their own company to be worried about other people.
They're only ten paces away from the decking, barely out of sight of the last of their friends when Jensen stops suddenly and yanks Misha in close to him, crushing their lips together in a sudden, hot kiss. Misha whimpers and leans in, about to touch Jensen's jaw, cup his face when the other man pulls back, barely letting Misha get into the kiss. He's a tease. It leaves Misha wanting more and he knows that that is exactly the game Jensen is playing. He continues to follow at a distance of five paces, until Jensen stops again, turning letting his eyes rake up and down Misha's body. The want in his eyes is so obvious it's like a full body caress and Misha whimpers. He closes the space between them, grabbing a handful of Jensen's shirt and pulling him close, close enough that he can rub the growing erection in his pants against Jensen's leg.
“You're keen,” Jensen whispers, pressing his thigh between Misha's to give the other man something to press against. They're barely inside the cabin, standing by the large, sliding glass doors. Anyone could see them. Misha loves that thought.
“You're a tease,” he replies, his voice low and Cas-gravelly, his eyes darkened by his wide pupils.
Jensen smiles softly, lifting his hand up and brushing his thumb over Misha's lips. It's a simple gesture but it recalls for both of them the same action performed with Jensen's cock moments before he makes Misha blow him. Misha purrs, flicking his tongue out and Jensen pulls away.
Misha can feel the hardness between Jensen's legs.
It seems impossible for them to get far without touching. It's usually not a problem because they're usually a heck of a lot closer to their room, but they've only just reached the stairs and Jensen is slamming Misha up against the wall again, pressing into him as though he wants nothing more but to merge their bodies together. Still a staircase and a corridor to make it through. Stupid big cabin.
This time at least Jensen is keen to linger a little while longer. He cups Misha's jaw, his thumb stroking over the slight shadow of his stubble as their lips desperately press together, both of them breathing heavily. Misha's fingers are already eagerly trying to undo Jensen's shirt buttons. Jensen hums his approval. He really enjoys all the attention Misha bestows upon him. And now he is fully hard, slowly rubbing up against his boyfriend, drawing soft gasps and whimpers from Misha's lips at the friction he's causing.
“Bed,” Jensen murmurs, pulling away and backing up the stairs, beckoning Misha to follow. It doesn't take a lot of encouragement. Misha follows eagerly, only one step behind, his eyes turned up to Jensen's, his fingers able to stroke lightly up and down Jensen's thighs.
They reach the corridor with no more delay and being so close to their room Jensen grins and breaks into a run, speeding down the corridor with Misha hot on his heels. They giggle like teenagers as they fall against the door, tumbling into the room. They're there, they're finally alone and they're both suddenly a little nervous. It happens this way more often than not. Everything is still new, after all.
Jensen's tie is draped over the bed, discarded before the party. Misha looks at it and then looks at Jensen, but as always Jensen is one step ahead. He grabs Misha's skinny black tie and somehow Misha knows what's going to happen next.
Jensen pulls him towards the bed, leading him by the tie. He sits, pulling Misha between his legs and starting to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up, leaning in to kiss each inch of exposed skin. Misha shivers and smiles, lifting his fingers to run them through Jensen's hair, holding him close to his belly. Jensen kisses his way around Misha's navel before giving up on unbuttoning his shirt and setting his sights lower, pulling open his lover's pants and following the little dusting of hair down from his stomach towards the waistband of his boxers as he lowers his zip.
Misha pulls back, humming a little, beginning to unthread his tie.
“Stop,” Jensen says, batting Misha's hands away and getting to work on it himself. “It would be impolite of me to expect you to undress yourself.”
Misha chuckles, falling silent at the sound of the soft swoosh that comes when Jensen pulls the tie from around his neck. The tie joins the other on the bed and Jensen's fingers return to their former task of unbuttoning his shirt.
More fireworks explodes outside. They're louder, a little closer, maybe from one of the neighbouring cabins. Jensen smirks.
“What?” Misha asks as he shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, Jensen kissing a path over his chest between his nipples.
“I was just sad that with all the noise outside no one is going to hear this wonderfully solid headboard hitting the wall-” he cocks his head, raising an eyebrow as he looks up at Misha.
“Well you'll just have to fuck me real hard, won't you?” Misha whispers, putting his hands upon Jensen's shoulders and easing him back, crawling up onto the bed to straddle his hips and feeling the hardness of Jensen's erection pressing against his ass.
“Smooth move, but you're far too clothed-” Jensen smiles, using his slight advantage in body mass to flip Misha over onto his back, hooking his fingers into his lovers pants and pulling them down.
“Commando, Mish?”
“Didn't pack any boxers,” Misha replies, feigning innocence.
Jensen rolls his eyes, removing Misha's shoes, socks and pants, leaving the other man naked, his cock hard against his stomach. Jensen makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, unbuckling and unbuttoning his own pants, letting them fall to the floor with his boxers.
Misha watches without complaint, his tongue darting across his lips as he eyes Jensen's impressive erection, his legs subconsciously twitching to part and let him in.
Jensen notices as he notices everything Misha does.
“Your'e keen, Mish.”
“You're a fucking tease, Jen,” Misha replies.
“I haven't done anything,” Jensen protests.
“Exactly,” Misha replies. “And I want you.”
Jensen grins, crawling slowly up Misha's body until he can press a kiss to his lips. “Patience,” he smiles and Misha growls.
One more kiss and then Jensen reaches over to the bedside table, pulling out their lubricant. Misha watches, his fingers flexing and unflexing in the sheets.
More fireworks go off almost overhead and Jensen squeezes the lube into his fingers, his motions quickened as though spurred on by the noise.
Obediently, Misha spreads his legs and it's a sight that never fails to get Jensen hot. He crushes their lips together again and eases his slicked up fingers down between Misha's legs, pressing them teasingly again his entrance.
There's too much teasing for Misha's liking.
He rocks his hips down, trying to force Jensen inside him but Jensen relents. It's a power game. Misha pulls back from the kiss, turns his head away and Jensen relents slightly, the tips of two fingers penetrating Misha. He feels his boyfriend tense and then the shudder of pleasure that passes through him moments later.
Jensen is a fair man. They've tried sex in many different ways with Misha topping too, but they both seem to enjoy it more this way, with Misha beneath him or riding him, but always with part of Jensen filling him. And Jensen is fine with that. He likes to learn and test how far and how fast he can stretch and pull and fuck and Misha is more than happy to let him. Misha likes being fucked.
The more Misha whimpers beneath him the more Jensen just can't wait to pound into him and so as soon as he feels Misha relax he thrusts his fingers in roughly, two digits pushing into the tightness of Misha's body.
Misha cries out and his back arches and Jensen's fingers slide in deeper. The tight heat around him makes Jensen want to pull his fingers out and make Misha moan on his cock. He leans down to kiss Misha, his other hand, his free hand following the path of the muscles down Misha's back, down to his hip, pulling him against his fingers as though his lover needs to be lead. But Misha is always so pliant and Jensen finds that sexier than he thinks he should - the way Misha lets him move him into position like a toy - it's really fucking hot.
But there are many things he doesn't understand about Misha. Like how, despite the hours and hours they've spent in bed together, Misha remains so tight. Jensen still feels the need to stretch him out with two or three fingers, despite Misha saying otherwise.
He presses his fingers into Misha again, thrusting them roughly in and out contrary to his fears of hurting him, because he loves the sudden tightness and he loves the way Misha keens beneath him. He loves the flush that rushes through Misha's body and the way pleasure is practically burning in his eyes.
“Come on, Jen,” Misha whispers. “We don't need to do this.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” Jensen replies, curling his fingers inside Misha and doing anything but hurt him.
Misha moans and arches and Jensen knows it's partly for show because Misha wants them to get down to business.
A firework lights up the sky directly outside their window and for a second Misha's pale skin is bathed in colours. Jensen pauses, looking down at his lover with something akin to wonder and disbelief.
“Jen-” Misha whispers his name, his voice husky. “Come on, please?”
Jensen smiles and curls his fingers again, feeling Misha's muscles quiver around him.
“Okay,” he breathes, because for all of his teasing his dick is aching and he needs to be inside this man. As his fingers slide out Misha reaches up to grab the headboard, bracing himself and pretty much dictating that he wanted it hard and rough. Jensen takes a few more seconds to coat his cock in lube before he bends Misha back, draping his legs over his shoulders and lining himself up.
Misha looks up, his eyes dark, but there's a hint of amusement in them. Always. He feels the head of Jensen's cock press against him and he purrs. That sound, that fucking sound drives Jensen crazy and he can't hold back from slamming forward, filling Misha's tight body with one thrust.
Misha cries out, his fingers gripping the head boar dwith the same passion. But he's loud. Jensen loves that he is loud. In contrast, Jensen barely makes a sound, but only because he doesn't want to drown out the noises of his lover.
His hands have navigated to Misha's hips, holding them in place whilst he pounds into Misha's body, not waiting before he sets up a rought rhythm, because he knows Misha will take it.
Still the fireworks are exploding outside, but Misha seems to be timing his cries of pleasure to fill the silence in between. They will be overheard, but neither of them care.
The angle is good for Jensen to hit Misha's prostate. It's very good, and he feels the clench of Misha's muscles whenever Jensen hits it. But he doesn't want Misha to come too soon, and whilst he loves the tightness of his lovers body, and whilst that will get him off alone he likes to tease.
Lowering Misha's legs Jensen repositions them, spreading his slightly larger frame over his boyfriend and pushing him into the bed. Misha's fingers remain clenched around the headboard and Jensen's slither up to join them, holding the bars either side and using them for leverage as he thrusts hard, the change of angle making Misha tighter, making Jensen's dick hit his prostate at a different pace.
Misha's knees are drawn up, his hips lifting to meet Jensen's thrusts, eager to please. Jensen's mouth presses to Mishas' neck, stifling his own noises of pleasure so that he can listen to Misha crying out, his cock pressed between their bellies, the friction enough to give pleasure, making Misha's muscles clench and tremble.
"I'm close," Misha whispers. "Jen, I'm close, don't stop."
Jensen feels it. The build up, Misha's dick so hard between them- He had no intention of stopping, pushing forwards with an almost bruising force. They both groan, the bed creaking beneath them when Jensen picks up the pace. Misha's moans of pleasure are louder than the fireworks outside. Jensen doesn't care. His world narrows suddenly to the man beneath him and the way his cock is being squeezed.
"Fuck, Jen," Misha cries out once before Jensen has time to do anything else, feeling the heat erupt between them when Misha comes. Within seconds Jensen can barely thrust into his lover, but the rippling and quivering of his muscles continues to stimulate him and Jensen feels the calming wash of his orgasm blocking everything else out. He fills Misha.
They both listen to the crescendo of the fireworks overhead as their breathing steadies. Jensen listens to the fluttering of Misha's heart and feels it fall into time with his own.
"Jensen, I love you," Misha whispers, so softly that Jensen thinks Misha doesn't want him to hear. If they hadn't known each other for four years, Jensen would have said it was too much too soon. But they had. They'd done a lot together and he knew it was possible to lvoe someone quietly. He understands Misha has been creeping relentlessly into his heart the entire time they've known each other. If this is too soon then he is a hypocrite.
"I love you, Mish," he replies with a little more conviction, a little louder than Misha.
Misha tips his head, smiling up at Jensen. "Really?" he asks, genuinely surprised but not less pleased. His finges loosen their grip on the headboard finally and his hands wander up Jensen's arms, tender little touches to the warm skin.
"Of course," Jensen replies, his lips pressing gently to the corner of Misha's mouth. "You know, I don't spend sixty percent of my time in bed with someone if I don't like them."
"I dunno," Misha grins. "I am pretty good in bed."
Jensen snorts and Misha laughs. The fireworks end and Jensen finds Misha's mouth again, kissing him in the new darkness.