Moar SPN, Threesomes, RPS
Supernatural: Balthazar x Lisa & Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester x Castiel x Gabriel & Dean Winchester x Castiel x Balthazar
RPS: Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Supernatural
Balthazar x Lisa
Title: Together
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Balthazar x Lisa
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: kijikun, Balthazar/Lisa, Wing grooming
Word Count: 517
Originally Posted: 26 January 2011, here
She’d only wanted to see his wings. Chin resting on his shoulder, settled warmly in his lap with his hands on her hips, fingers curling and stroking just under the hem of her jeans, all Lisa wanted was to see Balthazar’s wings. She wasn’t expecting the sleek, sandy feathers and their sharp edges, or the look of fragility to them. She’s seen angels, when she was little and went to church with her mom and sister still, but this is nothing like she’d imagined.
For one, Balthazar practically purrs when she runs her fingers through the silky feathers as she carefully tries to straighten them. They’re not a mess, not in a traditional sense, and Lisa figures it’s the angel version of bedhead. Balthazar’s wings are a little messy, and the mother in Lisa has the same reaction she does every time Ben’s hair is sticking up out of place, and so she tries to smooth them down.
She doesn’t expect Balthazar to tighten his grip on her hips and make a soft, pleased sound, his eyes flickering shut and mouth making a soft ‘o’. “Do you want me to stop?” She asks, resting one hand on his chest, over his heart. She smiles when he gives her a look that so clearly says don’t you dare, and she kisses his jaw before tangling her fingers in the feathers again.
It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, they have all the time in the world tonight, and Lisa feels no rush in straightening Balthazar’s wings. The first time she tugs too roughly, she tries to pull back and apologize, but Balthazar is mouthing at the side of her neck and grunting in approval. “I always knew you were a kinky fuck,” Lisa smiles, tugging roughly again and laughing when Balthazar arches up against her, squeezing her hips as he grinds his groin to hers. “Relax,” she murmurs.
Balthazar’s hands are skimming up under her shirt, teasing along her spine before moving to cup at her breasts, thumbs flicking and rubbing at nipples. He doesn’t stop the grinding of their hips, grunting appreciatively when Lisa pushes down to meet him. Every now and then, he’ll shudder, the movement traveling through his body and his wings and startling a laugh out of Lisa.
It isn’t a surprise when he’s had enough, flipping her back onto the couch and stripping her easily before covering her body with his mouth at random intervals. Lisa is more impressed that his resolve lasted as long as it did.
His wings seem so much bigger above him, casting shadows on the walls, and when he moves to breach her, his fingers skimming the slick mess between her thighs before shoving them apart, Lisa grabs at them both and tugs. The groan that elicits from Balthazar is low and harsh, mirrored by Lisa as he pushes into her and tugs her legs over his hips.
And it’s weird, but not bad, this thing between them, so Lisa just tugs at Balthazar’s wings in approval and permission, and she knows she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester
Title: OneByOne
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: krystalicekitsu, Ok. Dean/Cas/Sam - Castiel likes the thought of both the brothers pleasuring him at once. They're not so sure. They're fine with sharing, but sharing? Tug-of-war would be cute, and bonus points for having Castiel compare them in bed.
Word Count: 1,086
Originally Posted: 06 December 2010, here
It was Castiel’s idea.
Dean was fine with knowing he and his brother occasionally put their dicks in the same hole because he at least had the saving grace of being able to say he’d put his there first. Dean loves Sam and he maybe-potentially might love Castiel as well.
Sam gave in first, dragging Castiel’s back to his chest and settling his large hands on slim hips. “Whatever you want, Cas,” Sam had said before dragging the heel of his palm across Castiel’s cock.
Recently, Castiel made a habit of getting whatever he wanted. Tonight, that just happened to be Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean.
Dean only agreed because Castiel let him get maybe a little drunk first.
It’s awkward and the dynamics are off. The three of them are crowded naked on a bed that isn’t big enough for them. It only takes Sam a few minutes to realize if he touches Dean, Dean startles and backs off instantly, because dude, not cool. He’s in it for Castiel, not for a brother who is an asshole and takes advantage of his squicks.
When Dean spends too much time kissing Castiel, panting heavily into each other’s mouths as tongues slick slide together, Sam presses his fingers against Dean’s jaw to get him to snap back. There’s no time for Dean to react before Sam claims Castiel’s mouth in a kiss, his fingers tangled in dark hair. Sam trails kisses across Castiel’s jaw to his ear, nipping at the lobe.
Dean slides behind Castiel easily, capturing Castiel’s hips in his hands and thumbing along his sharp hipbones, his nails scraping ever so slightly. He knows Castiel, knows how Castiel is going to respond, and Dean bites down on the back of Castiel’s neck to hide his chuckle when Castiel gasps and arches his hips forward.
Then there’s Sam, grunting his annoyance and glaring at Dean over Castiel’s shoulder before he starts to kiss a line down Castiel’s throat, sucking and biting a mess of red marks across Castiel’s skin. His fingers flick and tweak at nipples until he can cover them with his mouth, licking and sucking away the pain before he scrapes his teeth over each sensitive bud.
It only takes Dean a moment to realize he’s at a severe disadvantage from here. He scrapes his nails across Castiel’s ribs, down his sides and rakes his fingers through the dark trail of hair starting below Castiel’s navel. Dean slides his hands down Castiel’s thighs, bypassing his cock altogether, in favor of rolling Castiel’s balls in his hands, nudging at his hole with the fingers of his other hand.
Castiel responds as expected, hips snapping forward into Dean’s touches and a broken moan escaping his lips. He curls his fingers in Sam’s hair, twisting and tugging, and Castiel fumbles behind himself to grab Dean. He cranes his neck and whimpers, and Dean takes the hint for what it’s intended and covers Castiel’s mouth with his own.
The gentle touch of Sam’s fingers stroking along the insides of Dean’s wrist has Dean pulling away, cursing Sam into Castiel’s mouth. “Would you stop fucking doing that?”
“No,” Castiel whines. “Don’t - “
Dean brings a hand up to cover Castiel’s mouth and glares at his brother. He pointedly ignores the glare Castiel sends him, slinging an arm around Castiel’s middle to keep him from pulling away. “He’s my Goddamn angel, I can touch him if I want to.”
“He’s not your angel, Dean,” Sam snaps back. He curls his fingers around Castiel’s cock and tugs roughly.
Castiel whimpers, arching his hips into the touch and Sam continues. Dean can feel Castiel panting against his hand, breath and tongue hot and wet where he tries to suck kisses into the soft skin of Dean’s palm. Castiel looks at Dean, blue eyes half lidded and desperate and Dean can’t do this. Not like this.
“I’m sorry,” Dean says to Castiel, pressing a kiss to Castiel’s shoulder. He drops his hand from Castiel’s face, wiping the wetness on his own hip. Dean can’t pull away though, because both Castiel and Sam are grabbing him, grounding him. “Stop it! I don’t want this!”
“You made a promise, Dean,” Sam says softly. His cheeks are flushed, hair falling into his face and half obscuring his eyes and it’s more than Dean ever wanted to see of Sam. The fingers he has on Dean’s wrist are tight, but Dean knows he could pull away if he wanted to. “I’ll stop.”
“Sam - “
Castiel makes an indignant sound, squirming and twisting until he can face Dean. He shoves Dean none-too-gently back onto the covers before straddling his hips easily, sitting comfortably above Dean’s waist. Castiel runs his fingers up Dean’s side slowly before capturing Dean’s face in his palms, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Please, Dean.”
And Dean can’t say ‘no’ to that face, open and earnest and flushed. He rests one hand on Castiel’s hip before curling his fingers around Castiel’s cock and stroking slowly. Dean huffs out a soft laugh when Castiel moans, turns his head to look at Sam, tries not to focus on Sam jacking his own cock off. “Stop being an asshole, bitch.”
“Whatever, jerk,” Sam says, smiling thinly. He moves slowly to knock Dean’s knees aside, careful not to startle Dean again, before he settles between Dean’s thighs easily. He rests his palm below Castiel’s navel, his fingers brushing against Dean’s hand and Castiel’s cock easily. “How are we going to do this, Cas?”
“I want both of you,” Castiel says, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. He props himself up with his palms on either side of Dean’s head, a small grin on his face.
“I meant - “
“I know what you meant, Sam,” Castiel cuts him off, and his grin is more obvious now, sly and mischievous. “I want both of you.”
“Oh. Er, Dean?” Sam looks at his brother expectantly, and Dean can feel when Sam dips his hand to press his fingers against Castiel’s entrance.
Both of them are looking at Dean expectantly, and Dean’s never been able to deny either of them what they really want, not really. He lets his head fall back against the pillows to stare at the ceiling, and it’s harder to swallow now than it was a moment ago. “God, yes.”
Sam laughs at the same time Castiel launches forward to lick his way into Dean’s mouth, and Dean can’t be bothered to yell at him this time.
Title: Wings
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: krystalicekitsu, Castiel/Dean/Sam- one of the boys get wings, cas walks in on the other's fascinated exploring.
Word Count: 622
Originally Posted: 27 January 2011, here
At first, Castiel’s not entirely sure what’s going on. Which, is only half true, because he can clearly see the golden wings protruding from Dean’s back, heavy and graceful and beautiful despite Dean’s muted annoyance. The part that’s throwing him off is Sam’s fingers ghosting over the silky feathers, a look of awe and rapture on his face.
When Sam’s fingers slip in to straighten and sooth a clump of feathers that no doubt got bunched up in Dean’s agitation, a startled moan escapes Dean’s lips and something soft and pleased washes over his face. Sam pulls back immediately. “Shit, Dean, I’m sorry,” Sam says, and “did I hurt you?”
Dean looks embarrassed with himself. “No! Just - do that again,” he says, and Sam obeys. He glances up then, notices Castiel staring at them both with morbid fascination and something heavier, warmer sitting in his gut. “So, you got my message then?”
Castiel just nods mutely.
Sam’s fingers return to touching Dean’s feathers, and the blissful look returns to Dean’s face despite his control and wishes. “We think he was cursed or something,” Sam offers. “Jesus, though, look at these things.”
“These things ruined my favorite shirt,” Dean manages, his voice a little pitchier than usual.
“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” Sam asks, frowning. His fingers stop moving, and instantly Dean pushes back, moaning more. Sam is thrown for a loop, and he looks at Castiel for guidance.
“Wings are an erogenous zone,” Castiel offers. “At least for angels. I - do not know if Dean is cursed or how, but - “
Sam lets the information process, before he sends Dean a filthy look. “Do you mean to say I’ve basically been giving you a hand job for twenty minutes and you didn’t think to mention it?”
“Thought it was obvious,” Dean snaps back. His control of his wings is limited beyond base instincts, and they shove back roughly against Sam and nearly force him over. “Don’t fucking stop, you Goddamn tease.”
Sam folds his arms over his chest defiantly, but before he can say anything Castiel crosses the room to straddle Dean’s lap, his fingers seeking the soft golden feathers without hesitation. “Or, you could just let Cas pet you.”
Dean’s eyes close, his lips parted in a soft ‘o’. Near as Castiel can tell, Dean doesn’t care who is touching his wings, as long as they don’t stop. “S’nice. I can see why you like this so much, Cas.”
“You’ve touched Cas’ wings?” Sam asks, and something almost like jealousy crosses his face. He reaches for Dean’s wings again, tugging a little harder than necessary to straighten the feathers.
For his part, Dean really doesn’t mind. “Once,” Dean moans. “Before you - no soul - “ his words fade into low moans as Sam tugs again, and Castiel nuzzles against his cheek. “Fuck, you guys.”
“Later,” Castiel says, kissing at Dean’s jaw. He’s gentler than Sam as he cards through Dean’s feathers, but he sees no reason to move beyond the lazy petting. Even though they should probably find a way to fix this. “There is research to be done.”
“No research until I’m coming my brains out,” Dean huffs out, curling his fingers into Castiel’s hips and arching up against him. “You and Sam can bust a nerdy nut later, I’m kind of enjoying myself right now.”
Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he’s grinning when Castiel looks up at him. “You’re a Goddamn attention whore, you know that right?” He tugs roughly at Dean’s feathers, eliciting a startled groan that’s toeing the border between hurt and lustful.
“Fuck yeah I am,” Dean moans and for once, neither Castiel nor Sam seem to really be able to blame him for it.
Dean Winchester x Castiel x Gabriel
Title: Bonding
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Gabriel
Theme: Kinky Monday
Prompt: arialyre, Supernatural, Gabriel/Dean/Cas, wings!!! or soulbonding. Or hell, little bit o both.
Word Count: 951
Originally Posted: 29 November 2010, here
Dean stopped pretending he had any control in the situation a long time ago. He’s completely at the mercy of the two angels he’s trapped between, but for once, he finds he doesn’t care. He feels safe, surrounded completely by their bodies and Grace and wings, not that he’d ever admit it. That, and Dean likes the confusion and desperation of being torn between arching forward into Gabriel or shoving back against Castiel.
Gabriel lies beneath him, arms looped around Dean’s neck loosely, even as his ankles hook together behind Dean’s hips. He’s lazy and languid, eyes half lidded as he moans softly, and if Dean didn’t know better he’d think Gabriel was just along for the ride. The archangel’s wings give him away though, straining and twitching with every sharp thrust of Dean’s hips, soft moans escaping his lips with every hard shove.
There’s a scrape of stubble against Dean’s shoulder, and Castiel hides his face to keep the low, rumbling chuckle from escaping him. Dean feels it more than hears it, but it’s more to keep Gabriel from tugging at Castiel’s feathers in annoyance at his wounded pride, Dean’s sure. There are unspoken words between the two of them, Castiel and Gabriel, words Dean can’t hear yet, but they’ve both promised him soon enough.
As soon as they’re done here, Dean will be one of them - figuratively speaking, but enough that it counts. He won’t be an angel, doesn’t want to be, but he’s still got a bright and shiny soul and Gabriel reckons that’s close enough for their purposes.
Curling his fingers tighter into Dean’s hips with one hand, Castiel skims his hand up Dean’s spine before he can push down on Dean’s shoulders, forcing him to drop to his elbows, cheek to cheek with Gabriel. Gabriel doesn’t seem to have a problem with the situation, licking his way into Dean’s mouth easily.
Dean would complain at being manhandled (because seriously, how hard would it be for Castiel or Gabriel just to ask once in a while) but the shift of angle is enough for Castiel to thrust harder, slipping deeper. “Oh, fuck, Cas,” Dean groans into Gabriel’s mouth. “Fuck.”
“What, I don’t get praise and adoration?” Gabriel asks, nuzzling against Dean’s cheek lightly. He’s more cheeky than spited, so when Dean curls his fingers into Gabriel’s feathers and tugs, it’s not nearly as hard as he could have done. “Nnngh.”
The reaction is enough to startle Dean, and he’d probably pause, but Castiel is still rocking into him determinedly, and it’s too much effort to stop. He lets go of Gabriel’s feathers, and the archangel’s expression is unreadable.
“He wants you to tug again,” Castiel groans. His fingers are starting to slip on Dean’s sweat slicked skin, and he curls his nails in tighter just to maintain his grip. Castiel is going to leave bruises, but there is a small, secret part of Dean that loves the idea of being marked by them too much to care. “He is too embarrassed to - ah - ask.”
“I am not,” Gabriel huffs out. He throws one arm out, flailing uselessly to tug at the dark feathers of Castiel’s wings, but he’s pinned to the bed and he can’t reach. “Cas, get - “ his words are broken off as Dean tugs at his feathers at the same time he thrusts hard, and Gabriel makes a strangled sound. “ - need you,” he finishes, whining.
There is a moment of hesitation, and Dean can practically hear Castiel thinking as he tries to figure out how to acquiesce. He can’t lean forward without crushing Dean and subsequently, Gabriel, not that the archangel would really notice. He does curl one wing towards Gabriel’s hands, and his hips stutter forward in painful, sharp thrusts when Gabriel tugs.
“You guys are way too complicated,” Dean decides, groaning against Gabriel’s cheek. “Way, way too complicated.”
“Too late to turn back now,” Gabriel says. He tugs at Dean with his legs and his arm, arches his back as far off the bed as he can and his entire body goes taut. His fingers scramble desperately at Castiel’s wings, twisting and tugging the feathers as he comes, clenching down impossibly tight around Dean and moaning wantonly. “Fuck.”
It’s a chain reaction, a series of dominos, after that. Dean comes with a strangled sound, fingers scrambling over Gabriel’s skin and in his feathers to tug and hold on, desperate to ground himself as the white wash of pleasure shoots through his system. It’s a struggle for Dean to catch his breath, but even more so for him to not outright collapse on Gabriel.
It takes another few moments for Castiel to come, his entire body trembling against Dean’s, and he does slump over when he’s spent, forcing the three of them down into a messy, sticky pile. “I’m sorry,” Castiel mutters against Dean’s shoulder, nuzzling into the sweaty skin.
“He’s really not,” Gabriel hums in response. His fingers are still tangled in Castiel’s feathers, and when he tugs at them experimentally, Castiel growls a warning, his chest vibrating against Dean’s back. “That was kind of awesome.”
“So,” Dean breathes out, “The soul bonding thing…” He tries to wiggle free, out from under Castiel, but Castiel seems content to stay where he is and Dean is forced to remain pinned. He gets the uncanny feeling he’s going to be pinned between these two a lot from now on.
“Nah, that’s something else,” Gabriel smiles. “This was just awesome sex.”
Dean feels like he should maybe feel spited or manipulated, but he’s too spent too care. That, and Gabriel was right. Sex with the two of them usually was pretty awesome.
Dean Winchester x Castiel x Balthazar
Title: Teach Me
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Balthazar
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: kijikun, Dean/Castiel/Balthazar - Balthazar teaching Dean how to please Cas. Wing!kink and grace sharing plz
Word Count: 750
Originally Posted: 06 December 2010, here
“Start here,” Balthazar murmurs into Dean’s ear. He’s pressed against Dean’s back fully, one hand resting just below Dean’s navel while the other guides Dean’s hand to Castiel’s wing. He tangles their fingers together in the dark feathers, and smiles against Dean’s ear when Castiel sighs happily. “Don’t tug too hard.”
There’s a smartass reply on the tip of Dean’s tongue, a quip about how he’s not an idiot, despite what the two angels seem inclined to believe. It dies on his lips though when Balthazar starts to mouth at his jaw, teeth barely scraping over the skin and tongue washing over the pain. Dean trails his fingers through Castiel’s dark feathers, Balthazar’s fingers still tangled with his own. “Like this, Cas?”
Castiel can’t do more than moan and arch back against Dean. His wing trembles and stretches, pressing back against Dean and Balthazar’s joined hands. “More,” Castiel pleads, his voice cracking. He pushes back again, and Dean can take the hint.
Behind Dean, Balthazar shifts back onto his heels and tugs Dean between the part in his legs. Dropping Dean’s hand, Balthazar moves his hand from under Dean’s navel to tangle his fingers in Castiel’s other wing, streaming his fingers through the dark feathers easily. He slips his free hand between Dean’s thighs, nails raking lightly over smooth skin before he curls his fingers around Dean’s cock in a loose fist.
Dean fumbles blindly with one hand to brace himself, his finger skimming over Balthazar’s thigh before he can curl his fingers into the dark sheets, balancing his weight even as he thrusts up against Balthazar’s fist. There’s a slow burn through his system caused by not enough friction, and he yanks harder on Castiel’s feathers than he means to in frustration.
Castiel howls, and for a moment Dean’s scared he’s hurt the angel until Castiel’s wings snap back, and Castiel whines “again, again”. His wings strain backwards and Dean fumbles to obey, curling his fingers into the dark feathers again and tugging.
It shouldn’t turn Dean on as much as it does when he realizes Castiel is shifting his weight back from his palms so he can fist his own cock, rolling his hips up to meet his own hand as best he can without pulling his wings from Dean and Balthazar’s range. It shouldn’t, but it does.
For a while, they stop talking. The air in the room is thick and heavy with the scent of arousal, and Dean’s spurred on by their shared heavy panting and soft moans, the quiet rustling of feathers (both Castiel’s and Balthazar’s, though Dean has yet to tangle his fingers in the latter’s), the keening cries coming from Castiel’s lips and the slick sound of skin rubbing against skin. It’s easy for Dean to get lost in the moment, letting the sound and smell and feel of everything wash over him.
At first, Dean’s not sure what startles him. He feels a strange pull against through his bones, deeper than blood and tissue, and this time when he tugs on Castiel’s feathers and the angel cries out, it is in pain.
“Relax,” Balthazar huffs into Dean’s ear. He curls his fingers almost painfully tight around Dean’s cock in retaliation on Castiel’s behalf. He starts to roll his hips up, and Dean can feel his cock slide over Dean’s sweat slicked skin into the small of Dean’s back. Balthazar groans long and low before loosening his grip on Dean’s cock and starts to jack him off again. “Let it happen,” Balthazar groans. “Trust us.”
It’s an ominous thing to say, but Dean’s to close to the edge to care. He continues to card his fingers through Castiel’s feathers until he feels another push of something, but it’s different this time, stronger, and he curls his fingers into Castiel’s feathers and just holds on. It’s all encompassing and warm and Dean doesn’t know how to describe it beyond the vague realization that it’s Balthazar and Castiel pushing against him, surrounding him, covering him from his skin to his soul.
Dean comes with a strangled cry on his lips, hips snapping up to meet Balthazar’s fist before he manages to cover Castiel’s back with thick white ropes. He tugs roughly, desperately, at Castiel’s feathers and whines, smirking triumphantly when Castiel whimper-pleads for “more” again. And Dean is rendered boneless, slumped between the two angels and smothered in their Grace, and it’s all he can do to hold on until they follow him into oblivion.
RPS
Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Title: Planning
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: arialyre, Jared/Misha, Jared has a thing for Cas' tie. Misha puts it to good use.
Word Count: 226
Originally Posted: 22 December 2010, here
Jared doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to look at Castiel’s tie in quite the same way ever again. It’s always been an excellent tool for dragging an unaware Misha forward and shutting his mouth up and putting it to better uses. It’s just never occurred to Jared that Misha would maybe use it to tie Jared’s hands together behind his back and shove him back onto the bed.
“Don’t try too hard to escape,” Misha says, sliding behind Jared’s thighs, brushing his lips against the soft skin in gentle kisses, worry the skin between his teeth randomly. “Wardrobe will kill me if I lose another tie.”
“Another?” Jared asks, quirking an eyebrow. He means to ask if Misha has been cheating on him, but Misha wraps his lips around Jared’s cock, sliding down the length of him easily until Jared is pressed against the back of his throat.
Then Misha hums and Jared officially forgets he ever wanted to do anything, ever. Misha pins his hips to the bed easily, restraining Jared against arching up. With his hands tied up, he’s completely at Misha’s mercy and the thought is equally parts terrifying and arousing.
Jared’s positive Misha is smirking, an exactly as planned look in his eyes, but Jared is too busy trying to force himself deeper into Misha’s throat to even care.
Title: Connect Four
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Theme: Kinky Monday
Prompt: tiptoe39, Jared/Misha?? oh please oh please? Something involving being big kids together, turning into a very adult activity?
Word Count: 532
Originally Posted: 06 December 2010, here
Misha has migrated from his own chair on his side of the table to sitting in Jared’s lap, squirming and laughing happily. He brushes drunk kisses against Jared’s cheek, nips at his ear when he’s trying to distract him.
They’re drinking Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle because Jared accidentally broke his glass. It’s all sixes on whether this is a good thing though, because Misha mouths at the lip of the bottle when he’s thinking.
Jared lets his hands roam up Misha’s side, trailing his fingers over naked skin. He traces Misha’s ribs before thumbing his nipples. Nuzzling his face into the crook of Misha’s neck and shoulder, Jared hides a grin as Misha shudders and moans.
“You’re cheating,” Misha accuses. He lets the red chip slip into place before he starts to wiggle again, curling his fingers into Jared’s wrists and forcing his hands down.
Not to be defeated, Jared rests his palms on Misha’s thighs and starts fingering the inseams of his jeans. “You’re just scared you’ll lose,” Jared says. He presses a soft kiss to Misha’s shoulder, before he starts to nibble.
“It’s - oh! - Connect Four,” Misha manages. He rolls his head to the other side to give Jared more room to bite, slouching back against him. “I never lose at this game.” He sips from the bottle of Jack lazily, making soft sounds of pleasure every time Jared bites. “It’s your turn.”
“I know,” Jared mumbles. He nuzzles at the back of Misha’s neck, smiling. “I don’t care, place a piece for me.”
Misha obeys, not quite paying attention where he slots the black chip. “It kind of defeats the purpose,” Misha comments. “I was always going to win, but this is too easy.” He slides his own red chip in, before wiggling in Jared’s lap again, pressing down purposefully against Jared’s cock. “If I win, you’re fucking me over this table.”
“And if I win?” Jared asks. He picks at a black chip, slipping it into the game easily without looking. He’s more interested in rubbing the heel of his palm across Misha’s cock and listening to him moan loudly. “God, I love you.”
Misha snorts, arching into Jared’s touch. “Then you can fuck me over this table.”
Jared bites back a snort of laughter. He wraps his arms around Misha’s waist, pressing a kiss to the back of Misha’s neck. “You are something else,” he decides. Before Misha can say or do anything, Jared sweeps his arm out and knocks the Connect Four pieces to the ground. “Let’s just skip to the fun part.”
Misha splays himself across the table easily, letting his arms flop over the edge and wiggling his ass. “Fine, but we’re saying I won.”
Jared presses a kiss to Misha’s spine before he fumbles to undo Misha’s jeans, and he smiles into the sweaty skin. There are a million things he could say, but Misha’s been squirming and teasing across Jared’s lap for an hour now, and Jared would much rather just fuck him.
Besides, it’s not like Misha minds. He’s too busy scrambling to find purchase, something to dig his fingers into and hold on with to complain.
Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Title: Playing Well With Others
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Theme: Kinky Monday
Prompt: tiptoe39, jared/jensen/misha, the first time they bring misha in on their reindeer games
Word Count: 511
Originally Posted: 15 November 2010, here
They’re attention whores, the both of them. Jensen’s used to it, Misha and he have been friends for ages, and Jared... Well. That has a whole other story entirely. It just never occurred to Jensen that they would both flounder and strive for his attention when they were all naked and fighting for space on the bed as well.
Misha is their guest, their friend, and he’s only here in the first place because Jared mentioned in an offhand comment he wished he could tap that and Jensen had agreed. He’s bendy and quick, though, squirming between Jared and Jensen until he gets where he wants to start trailing open mouthed kisses down Jensen’s chest.
For a while, Jared just sits back on his heels and watches, an amused look in his eyes. It’s only when Misha starts to nose Jensen’s cock, breath heavy and hot and warm and sending liquid fire pumping through Jensen’s veins, does he try to stop Misha. He curls his fingers in Misha’s hair and tugs him back, away from Jensen and towards himself.
Misha complains, and Jensen wants to, but the words die on Jensen’s lips when Jared grabs Misha’s face in both hands and drags him in for a kiss. Misha doesn’t hesitate in melting against Jared, fingers fisting in too-long hair and around a bicep. Even with Jared’s tongue down his throat, Misha moans wantonly.
Jensen just watches. They’ve never done this before, Jared and he. They don’t invite people back into their bed and he’s not exactly sure how the dynamics are supposed to play out. Just like he doesn’t know if he should be this content just watching Jared and Misha touch each other, familiarizing themselves with every curve and line, or if he should maybe be jealous.
Jared stops kissing Misha to mutter something in his ear, his voice a low rumble that Jensen can’t quite decipher. They both look at Jensen, eyes dark and hungry, before Misha grins and presses a quick kiss to the tip of Jared’s nose.
Misha shoves Jensen’s thighs apart gracelessly, before draping himself over one. He glances up at Jensen once, a quirky grin on his face before he turns his attention back to Jensen’s cock, licking a line up from the base to tip slowly, his lower lip dragging against the shaft as he teases.
Moaning, Jensen wants to arch up, to feel more of Misha’s mouth, but Jared catches Jensen’s hips and pins him to the bed. He too shoots Jensen a devious look, before watching Misha’s tongue trace the ridge of Jensen’s cock. Jared waits until Misha starts to mouth his way back down Jensen’s cock before he leans forward and presses his lips against the head, tongue flicking out to catch a dribble of precum.
Jared and Misha are both attention whores, and if this is the only compromise they can think of, the only option for both of them to get their moment and what they want, then Jensen is more than willing to take one for the team.